Sometimes Steffi
12-08-2014, 03:09 AM
There's a recent thread, "Tell or Get Busted."
I have a different (and true) "Tell or Get Busted" story.
This is ancient history, about 30 years ago, at Christmas time. I had finally gotten up the guts to buy some panties of my own, rather than rely on "borrowing" my wife's. When I got them home, I took them off those little plastic hangers they come on. I knew I needed to ditch the hangers, because it was pretty obvious what had been hanging on them. Not wanting to just put them in the trash where they might be seen, I stuck them in an old suitcase, with the intent of retrieving them later and disposing of them properly. I think you all probably see where this is going.
Some time passed, and my wife was packing to go out of town. The first thing I knew about it was the call at work when she wanted to know what these hangers were that she found in the suitcase. I told her we could talk when I got home.
I didn't get much work done that day, trying to think about what I was going to tell my wife. I came up with 2 options: (1) admit that I got them for me and (2) lie and tell her I got them for a friend (a GG kind of friend). I was in big trouble either way, but I went through each scenario trying to figure out which option would get me in the least amount of trouble. I finally decided to go with option 1, and throw myself on the mercy of the court, so to speak. I was sentenced to marital counseling, but we never did find anyone we could trust enough with this big secret, so this little escapade soon went quietly underground for for over 20 years until the next discovery.
Can you believe what I was going to (falsely) admit to to avoid telling my wife that I liked to wear panties?
I have a different (and true) "Tell or Get Busted" story.
This is ancient history, about 30 years ago, at Christmas time. I had finally gotten up the guts to buy some panties of my own, rather than rely on "borrowing" my wife's. When I got them home, I took them off those little plastic hangers they come on. I knew I needed to ditch the hangers, because it was pretty obvious what had been hanging on them. Not wanting to just put them in the trash where they might be seen, I stuck them in an old suitcase, with the intent of retrieving them later and disposing of them properly. I think you all probably see where this is going.
Some time passed, and my wife was packing to go out of town. The first thing I knew about it was the call at work when she wanted to know what these hangers were that she found in the suitcase. I told her we could talk when I got home.
I didn't get much work done that day, trying to think about what I was going to tell my wife. I came up with 2 options: (1) admit that I got them for me and (2) lie and tell her I got them for a friend (a GG kind of friend). I was in big trouble either way, but I went through each scenario trying to figure out which option would get me in the least amount of trouble. I finally decided to go with option 1, and throw myself on the mercy of the court, so to speak. I was sentenced to marital counseling, but we never did find anyone we could trust enough with this big secret, so this little escapade soon went quietly underground for for over 20 years until the next discovery.
Can you believe what I was going to (falsely) admit to to avoid telling my wife that I liked to wear panties?