No way did Baker have an underwear fetish, but seeing Evi’s bra and panties nestled in the crotch of her rumpled jeans on their bedroom floor stirred something in him. Just then, wrapped in a towel, her hair still damp from the shower, Evi came in from the bathroom. Baker wasted no time beginning the ravishment. “No, you’ll ... I’ll... “ Evi sputtered, but Baker had her unwrapped and pushed back on the bed. He soon extinguished her protests with a flurry of passionate kisses.

Thirty minutes later, Evi stretched and sighed. “That was nice,” she allowed, “but now I’ll just have to shower again. Can’t go to Gena’s wedding smelling like sex, can I?”

“Of course you can,” Baker declared. “Sex is the perfect smell for a wedding.”

Evi smiled and shook her head. Baker admired her ass as she trooped back into the bathroom. He supposed he’d have to shower, too. Or maybe not. He took a deep breath. He looked over the side of the bed. There were Evi’s jeans, the bra and panties curled just as ever. Baker’s penis stiffened. He swung his legs out of bed and strode to the bathroom to join Evi in the shower.

The late afternoon wedding went well. The outdoor ceremony finished just before the clouds burst. In the reception hall afterward, the dinner buffet was light and refreshing, the wines just right, and the DJ knew what he was doing. Baker and Evi danced for hours, one frisky club number after another, until long after their showers had worn off.

On the drive home, Evi said, “That was so fun. We should have done that at our wedding.”

“What do you mean?” Baker asked.

“Had a DJ instead of a band.”

“Yeah, but our wedding was mostly our parents and their friends,” Baker remembered.

“Yeah, well next time,” Evi said.

“What does that mean?” Baker asked.

“Ha ha,” Evi answered. “When we get home will you fuck me to sleep?”

“I will,” Baker vowed.

The next day, Sunday, they slept very late. Baker awoke to Evi kissing his ear. “Hi, my darling man,” she whispered. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Baker said.

Evi lay back on the bed and started giggling.

“What’s so funny?” Baker asked.

“I don’t know,” Evi said. “I guess it’s us acting like newlyweds. What got into you yesterday, anyway?”

Baker put his hands behind his head. “You got into me.”

“Or vice-versa,” Evi said. She rested her head on Baker’s stomach, her face turned to his groin. She blew a warm breath into the thicket of his unruly pubic hair. “What do you suppose Dave and Gena are up to right now?”

Baker chuckled. “Probably paying the bills.”

“I love that you’re so romantic,” Evi sighed. She tried another breath. “Want to go for a bike ride?”

“If it’s not raining.”

“Let’s go anyway. We could ride to Starbucks.” She gave the tip of Baker’s penis a brisk kiss, then swiveled out of bed. “Get up, lazy-bones.” She reached down and plucked the panties from her jeans. She stepped into them and pulled them up. “What?” she said, noticing Baker observing her. “You think I should change? You think I’m an uncouth slut to wear the same pair of panties two days in a row?”

“No, not at all,” Baker said. “It’s just ... Never mind.”

“No. Tell me.”

Sitting up in bed now, Baker shrugged. “You asked me what got into me yesterday. I saw your panties on the floor.”

“And?”

Baker shrugged again. “It reminded me of something.”

“What?”

“How much I love your ass.”

Evi smiled. She swatted herself. “You don’t think it’s too small? I remember one time you said I had a boyish butt.”

“I love your ass. It’s perfect. Just right. Couldn’t be better.”

“Good,” Evi said. “But you’re lying.”

“No, really. I really really really love your ass.”

“I know you do, but you’re lying about what you were reminded of.”

Baker frowned. “How did you know?”

Now it was Evi’s turn to chuckle. “Hey, we’ve been married for almost two years. And we were together for almost a year before that. So I know when you’re lying, Mister Pants on Fire. Now confess. What did my panties remind you of?”