KIER

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...