Wife Doesn't Care Either Way

I spent the summer with my aunt and uncle. I forgot to pack underwear and told my aunt about this after taking a bath. She said not to worry and sent me to bed. When I got to bed, I found a pair of her panties laying there. Embarrassed, I slipped them on and became excited in a second. I didn't get much sleep that night as my hand was busy most of the night. The next morning, my aunt asked me how I had slept. I said fine. I wore them all day. That night, there was another pair lying there with a short, yellow, baby doll nightie also. I tried the panties on, and they fit much better. I slipped the nightie on and had the best time of my life. My wife of thirty-eight years now buys me my own panties and doesn't really care one way or another.

— Roy, 61