My wife of fifteen years has a belief that I cheat on her. I do not cheat on her. She came up with her own insurance package for it. Every day, at work and 24/7, she makes me wear panties and yoga pants under my clothes. She has tossed out all of my underwear; my drawer is full of panties and yoga pants. What she doesn't know is that I love wearing panties and really love, love the yoga pants. Somehow it worked out just like I have always wanted; I am a panty boy and always have been. Today I am wearing some really pretty panties and very silky yoga pants under my suit; it feels incredible! I never cheated on her, but I'm glad she thinks I do. She says I would never drop my pants in front of another woman now.
— Steve, 34