What a week!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (long story)
Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2005 1:33 pm
Hi girls,
It's difficult to know where to start, so I will just plough on.
The wife and I have just recently got back from a week in Spain and on Monday of last week we deceided to take the train into Barcelona, for a sight-seeing trip. However, it turned out very different!
The train for our trip into Barcelona had just arrived, when I realized I had forgotten the camera and so we just had to carry on without it. On arrival the weather that greeted us was cold and windy. So we ditched the idea of sight-seeing, leaving it for another day and went shopping.
One of the shops we visited was called 'Colours of Beneton' and it boasted some fantastic girlie jeans, of which the wife wasted no time in picking out various styles. I also searched through the jeans in the pretence of finding her various styles to look at. Needless to say she brought a pair and then at her suggestion we went in search of man jeans.
Several shops later, she asked why I could not find a pair jeans I liked from all the ones we had seen. So I thought go for it. I then explained to her that I hated bloke jeans for their baggy crouches, saggy arses and heavy material. I then said that I had seen a pair of jeans I liked, actually where she had purchased hers.
'What womens jeans, why didn't you say that while we were there come on let's go back' was her reply. Stunned by how casual she had been, I followed in her wake.
Back at the shop I pointed out the jeans I liked, but she advised me they were too girlie and I would have trouble getting away with them in every day use. Several styles later and with what we deemed the right size, I asked her how I was going to try them on with only a ladies changing area.
'That's easy' she replied, ' we will just make out they are for me, you accompany me to the changing rooms and we will explain to the staff that you want to see me try these on. Given the communication barrier, the staff were great, all smiles waving me through.
The first pair were to big and so I had to wait in the female changing room minus my trousers, until my wife returned (seemed like for ever). The next pair fitted and having paid for then we left the shop, giggling like school girls.
That evening much to my pleasure, we discovered that boxer shorts and girlie jeans don't work. So my wife said 'you have to put your bits in something because of the tight look, what about wearing a pair of my panties?' I was gob smacked, I did not believe I was actually hearing right, even though I was what I was wishing for. After A few seconds silence she said' you have mentioned to me in the past that you have wanted to wear my panties, so what is your problem? (I had forgotten this as it was many years ago, at the time she had just laughed and had said no more about it). So I had a great evening out, wearing panties and girlies jeans.
The next day we went to Blanes market, where I got another great pair of girlie jeans and my wife brought me five pairs of varying styles, free size panties for me. Saying 'you need not think your going to wear mine all the time'.
Thursday, back to Barcelona (remembered the camera) after sight seeing, more shopping. The girlie jeans I got this time, I tried on in ladies changing room after asking the assistant (could not be bothered to muck around this time). They were great and all smiles, when I went to pay for them.
Then we went into a shop called F & H, which my wife said was great for panties. We were in there over an hour each chosing our own panties, I even brought some thongs. I got my credit card to pay and my wife said 'oh look at these' and while checking out the different sizes, I unknowingly dropped my card in the excitement.
It was only when I went to pay, did I realize I'd lost it. Asking at the counter and very lucky for me, it had just been handed in.
Back the hotel room two things happened, first a fashion show of sorts in our new purchases and my wife throwing out my boxers, 'saying she did not like them on me anyway'.
At home she cleared out my boxers (apart from one pair for the doctors) and gave me some of her thongs, as she has hundreds.
It has all been like a dream and we have talked, but that is another long story.
Charlotte xx
It's difficult to know where to start, so I will just plough on.
The wife and I have just recently got back from a week in Spain and on Monday of last week we deceided to take the train into Barcelona, for a sight-seeing trip. However, it turned out very different!
The train for our trip into Barcelona had just arrived, when I realized I had forgotten the camera and so we just had to carry on without it. On arrival the weather that greeted us was cold and windy. So we ditched the idea of sight-seeing, leaving it for another day and went shopping.
One of the shops we visited was called 'Colours of Beneton' and it boasted some fantastic girlie jeans, of which the wife wasted no time in picking out various styles. I also searched through the jeans in the pretence of finding her various styles to look at. Needless to say she brought a pair and then at her suggestion we went in search of man jeans.
Several shops later, she asked why I could not find a pair jeans I liked from all the ones we had seen. So I thought go for it. I then explained to her that I hated bloke jeans for their baggy crouches, saggy arses and heavy material. I then said that I had seen a pair of jeans I liked, actually where she had purchased hers.
'What womens jeans, why didn't you say that while we were there come on let's go back' was her reply. Stunned by how casual she had been, I followed in her wake.
Back at the shop I pointed out the jeans I liked, but she advised me they were too girlie and I would have trouble getting away with them in every day use. Several styles later and with what we deemed the right size, I asked her how I was going to try them on with only a ladies changing area.
'That's easy' she replied, ' we will just make out they are for me, you accompany me to the changing rooms and we will explain to the staff that you want to see me try these on. Given the communication barrier, the staff were great, all smiles waving me through.
The first pair were to big and so I had to wait in the female changing room minus my trousers, until my wife returned (seemed like for ever). The next pair fitted and having paid for then we left the shop, giggling like school girls.
That evening much to my pleasure, we discovered that boxer shorts and girlie jeans don't work. So my wife said 'you have to put your bits in something because of the tight look, what about wearing a pair of my panties?' I was gob smacked, I did not believe I was actually hearing right, even though I was what I was wishing for. After A few seconds silence she said' you have mentioned to me in the past that you have wanted to wear my panties, so what is your problem? (I had forgotten this as it was many years ago, at the time she had just laughed and had said no more about it). So I had a great evening out, wearing panties and girlies jeans.
The next day we went to Blanes market, where I got another great pair of girlie jeans and my wife brought me five pairs of varying styles, free size panties for me. Saying 'you need not think your going to wear mine all the time'.
Thursday, back to Barcelona (remembered the camera) after sight seeing, more shopping. The girlie jeans I got this time, I tried on in ladies changing room after asking the assistant (could not be bothered to muck around this time). They were great and all smiles, when I went to pay for them.
Then we went into a shop called F & H, which my wife said was great for panties. We were in there over an hour each chosing our own panties, I even brought some thongs. I got my credit card to pay and my wife said 'oh look at these' and while checking out the different sizes, I unknowingly dropped my card in the excitement.
It was only when I went to pay, did I realize I'd lost it. Asking at the counter and very lucky for me, it had just been handed in.
Back the hotel room two things happened, first a fashion show of sorts in our new purchases and my wife throwing out my boxers, 'saying she did not like them on me anyway'.
At home she cleared out my boxers (apart from one pair for the doctors) and gave me some of her thongs, as she has hundreds.
It has all been like a dream and we have talked, but that is another long story.
Charlotte xx
Then she challenged me on day because she thought I was being silly. So I tried them on and the rest is history. 
