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I leaned against the wall, a smirk on my lips, amused as I watched my wife’s eyes dart around, searching for her panties. She must have forgotten I had taken them.
It was mine now, though.
“Looking for something?” I asked, and she turned around, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She could barely look me in the eye.
“What are you looking for?” I asked again, and her blush deepened. She pointed to her middle, silently telling me it was her panties.
I faked a gasp. “Did my wife just lose her panties in a public bathroom?” I pushed off from the wall, moving closer to her. She pointed at her legs, then at me, and then at the air—meaning she took them off, I took them, and must have thrown them somewhere. Now they were lost, and the frustration on her face was palpable.
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