I'm not, nor have I ever been, a lingerie guy. I believe that the naked female body needs no adornment. There's nothing that hotter than nudity. But, as time has gone on, I've been more open to it. And this is the challenge part--opening myself up and learning to appreciate lingerie. Wifey doesn't have a lot...she got rid of a lot of it when we got together because she knew that it wasn't my thing. But there's a little bit left in her arsenal to play with, including one that she got as a gift when we got married. With the kids lurking about, things moved to the privacy of the bedroom rather quickly, where she changed into her sexy white camisole.
I tried. I really did, but it just does nothing for me. I tried to understand why anyone would prefer a beautiful woman in lingerie than naked. It's like putting ketchup on Kobe beef...I want to get my hands (and lips...and tongue...and...) on all of those delicious lady bits. After a long and sort of silly discussion about it, I put my mouth on all of those delicious lady bits. We had really, really great sex, but I couldn't help but be annoyed that her boobs were covered up when I went to suck on them at times. I will admit, she looked sexier in doggy than I would have anticipated and it was kind of fun (in a porn star sort of way) to pull her boobs up out of her top.
But still, not my thing. I love that she wears cute and somewhat revealing pajamas around the house to the extent she can around pre-teen kids (short shorts, low-cut shirts). But that's what "lingerie" is about to me--sexy little things that turn me on when we're not having sex. Things that make me anticipate sex. When the lights go off, everything comes off. The time for anticipation is over.
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