Boy Gets Girl, Girl Laughs at Boy
by Guest Contributor, Rhode Island Randall
Chris, I greatly enjoy your blogs and particularly your latest postings of Mabel falling in love with that surrogate union suit. She apparently did not enjoy success in the company of the man who owned the underwear. And then, the posting featuring Luke, stripped to his union suit, really struck home with me. He standing there in his long underwear, looking forward to jumping into bed with the girl he loved, reminded me of my own wedding night.
My fiance had never seen me in long underwear (or any underwear for that matter), just as Millie had not laid eyes on Luke in his. My fiance figured I wore long johns like most men from Rhode Island but assumed I, like her pop and two brothers, wore two-piece thermal underwear or perhaps Henley undershirts and ankle-length drawers, if she gave any thought at all. But she and I actually never discussed my underwear...just wasn't important. Neither had we gone to bed together before matrimony, so she had not seen me undressed.
So, after our wedding and reception, we had finally arrived at our honeymoon suite in a quaint little bed and breakfast on Cape Code. When she stepped out of the bathroom late that November night in a new and beautiful night gown, purchased for this special occasion, she saw that I had already undressed and sat there on the edge of our bed in anticipation, wearing a bright red union suit. Like I wore every night.
Laughing hysterically, she pointed and finally wheezed out, “What is that?!”
“What is what?” I dead-panned.
“Are those suppose to be pajamas you're wearing?”
Looking down at myself, I said, “no, it's nearly winter, it's cold, and I got on my long underwear.”
"Long Underwear?! Well, not for long,” she grinned. And, boy was she right. My union suit had never been unbuttoned so quickly. I was cold no longer.
Since then, six years later, my wonderful partner has put up with my wearing union suits to bed, but “not for long.”
You said it, Cliff. Thanks for sending us your story and photo... Chris
My wife and I were married in August, so unlike Rhode Island Randall, she didn’t see me in one of my union suits for another three months. But like his wife, mine had a hearty laugh when she first saw me standing there in my bright red long underwear. But soon she got used to them, and we’ve lived happily ever, after. Bailey, Grand Rapidsp.
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