I love my inlaws. Whenever my stepfather-in-law receives clothing he doesn’t like, he passes them off to my husband, Danny. A couple years ago he gave Danny some man panties. Since my husband wears boxer-briefs, he put them in the back of his closet and never wore them. Maybe he planned to regift them, who knows? The only time I have seen them since the day he received them, was when he brought them out for ME to wear when I was complaining about not having any clean underwear.
I would have wore them but I couldn’t get over the extra pouch in the front.
Anyway, Danny is pretty new to running. This is his first winter. He manages to go running with me once or twice a week, focusing most of his time on the gym and weights.
Running with tights has been a new, unforseen challange for him. The first time he ran in tights, he ran without underwear. This was not a good idea, giggly bits were wondering and causing much distraction. I don’t suggest it.
The next few times he just wore his boxer briefs under the tights. I didn’t hear any complaints out of him and assumed he was happy with that set-up. So you can imagine my surprise when he came out of the bedroom this morning wearing grandpa’s man panties under his running tights.
“Why are you wearing man panties?” I say with an awkward glance.
“Because I don’t like the line the boxer brief leaves on my thigh.” He says matter-of-factly. “These don’t leave a line.”
“No, they don’t leave a line…on your thigh.” I say glancing at his ass.