Brian awoke and rubbed his eyes. It was the last Saturday before New Year. The time on the clock radio registered 9.27. Noticing that Anne's side of the bed was empty he remembered her muttering something during their bedtime pillow chat the previous evening about nipping into town early to take advantage of the sales. Knowing how much he hated shopping she'd obviously slipped out earlier whilst he was still deep in the land of slumber. That she would be flexing the plastic and spending his money there was no doubt. Brian knew his place. It was his job to go out and earn the money, Anne's to spend it for him – something at which she was very adept.
Not unusually he had a touch of early morning wood, perhaps not surprising because he'd not peed for over ten hours and he was feeling rather aroused anyway. His naked cock stiffened and pushed against the weight of the duvet. He felt like playing with himself but knew that Anne would go ape if he jacked off on the clean sheets, not that she was ever bothered about her own lapses in personal cleanliness when it suited her!
Pushing back the duvet cover, Brian swung his legs to the ground. It was time to consider a shower and a leak. Looking across the bedroom though he noticed a pair of cream satin panties trimmed with black lace which Anne had recently bought at one of the sales in Woodchester. Although he didn't consider himself to be a cross dresser as such, Brian had recently wondered what Anne's panties felt like to wear. Normally she wore plain white full maxi briefs but she occasionally bought something more luxurious for special occasions. Venturing over to the chair where they'd been left, Brian picked them up. They looked and felt fantastic. Surely there would be no harm in trying them on quickly, just to see what they felt like. He was confident that Anne wouldn't be back for ages. Her shopping trips seemed to take forever, a good reason for not accompanying her on them.
Sitting on the side of the bed, Brian gingerly put the panties on. They were a little tight round the waist and put his stiff cock and balls under pressure. Apart from that, they were amazingly comfy though. The satin felt luxurious against his skin and he gave it a gentle stroke. Why were only women allowed the luxury of such gorgeous undies, he wondered?
Mesmerised by the feel and texture of Anne's panties, Brian didn't hear his wife's car in the drive, her key in the door, or soft footsteps on the stairs. A gentle cough made him look up though. Anne stood in the bedroom doorway, a look of puzzled amusement on her face.
"And what have we here?"
Although he expected it, there was no anger in her voice and she was attempting to stifle a giggle with some difficulty. Brian blushed, not knowing what to say or do. He'd been well and truly caught and was nearly wetting himself with fear, his already strong need to pee getting ever more urgent.
"I...I..." he stammered, unable to find words.
A smiling Anne came to his rescue.
"You were curious, weren't you?"
Blushing, Brian felt a dryness in his mouth and his heart raced. He managed to find a voice though.
"Yes. I was. Look I'm terribly sorry. Look. I've got to go to the loo and get dressed. Here – have them back."
He started to remove them but Anne grabbed them and pulled them up round his aching cock.
"Hey Brian, it's alright. I'm not cross. They're lovely, aren't they? Don't they feel gorgeous? Look, why don't you wear them today? You can be an honorary lady for the day."
She giggled, tickling his cock as she did so.
