Real Stories - Jan/Feb 2006

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Nuria, my wife, was seated on an armchair in our bedroom, and looked absolutely radiant in her wedding gown. At that moment, I regretted for the umpteenth time what I had said a few weeks before when I had boasted in front of my colleagues that I was going to be the one wearing the trousers in our marriage. I shouldn't have said that, and I knew I was lost when Nuria told me that she had overheard our conversation. Now, I was there, in front of her, wearing, under my formal morning suit, a bridal lingerie情趣内衣 — women's fancy underwear set that Nuria had ordered me to buy for this special occasion... to show her, she had said, that I was going to be the one wearing the knickers in our marriage if she decided so.

I took out my jacket, my waistcoat, my trousers... and in a moment I was blushing as I posed for my bride, wearing a camisole吊带背心 — a light sleeveless top, knickers, suspender belt and stockings长袜 — a close-fitting covering for the leg.

Nuria smiled, amused, as she ogled me and commented on my appearance in a mocking tone, "oh, my, you look so pretty, all in white in your bridal set... absolutely perfect ... in your lingerie情趣内衣 — women's fancy underwear and with no body hair at all.... And, by the way, have you trimmed your pubic hair as I told you, honey?"

I felt my face burning with shame as I nodded shyly.