I’m afraid this isn’t a swinging story. In fact I’ve written on here before about how my husband likes the thought of me being at work without underwear and I thought I'd share this incident with you. In the early days I obliged him by going commando occasionally and gradually as the years have gone on, I go without most of the time and only wear underwear if I really feel I have to. Although I can usually get away without knickers, I need to wear a bra on 2 or 3 days a week. For example, if the top I’m wearing would make it just too obvious and would cause embarrassment for the lads in the office. It’s become normal for me, and I suspect that anyone in the office who is interested has already worked it out and, for the past 2 or 3 years, no one has ever made a comment. So most of the time, once I’ve left the house I don’t give it another thought, but my husband still gets off on it in a big way. On the day I’m talking about now, I was wearing a knee length button through dress - although the buttons weren’t buttons they were poppers. The dress is quite tight fitting and I was both braless and without knickers. I’d left the bottom two buttons undone to allow me to move more freely. Although I did realise it also showed a certain amount of thigh, for 90% of the day I’m sitting behind a desk so I didn’t think it mattered too much. The incident occurred when I was on the phone to someone and had to get up to get a folder from the filing cabinet. I took rifled through the draw - second from bottom - took the folder out and managed to trap my dress in the draw as I slammed it shut as I simultaneously turned away to walk back to my desk. This caught the dress and pulled open the poppers all the way up to my waist. I was horrified when I saw that one of the lads was looking straight at me. The look on his face told me in no uncertain terms that he’d seen everything and I mean everything. I’d faced him straight on with my dress pulled wide open to the waist. I sat down and somehow refastened the poppers as I finished the call. I was undecided as to whether I should say anything to him. In the end, reckoning that in real life he wouldn’t have been offended by becoming aware of the fact that I was commando, I decided to apologise to him in the hope that it would break the ice and get any embarrassment out of the way. About half an hour later I got my opportunity. I when over to his desk and said “Hope I didn’t embarrass you too much earlier on when I got my dress caught. I realise that you got a real eye full. Sorry.” As I expected, although his face was bright red, he was more than fine about it and all was OK. Just hope he doesn’t make too much of a fuss about it in work now. My husband loved hearing the story that night when I got home. Men are so easily pleased.