If you don't have any panties, why don't you wear my underwear?

"Your panties smell, so I'm going to wash them separately."

I forget when it started, but at some point, it was decided that my panties would be washed separately. According to my husband, my panties apparently smell.

I am now 45 years old. As you live a long life, you encounter more people who are strict with others but lenient with themselves. It is quite troublesome because, in many cases, such people are not even aware of their own leniency. Unfortunately, I was exactly that "unfortunate type."

In truth, I had a faint suspicion that they were slightly "smelly." But I chose to look away... no, I did smell them. I just didn't want to admit that odor. Besides, there's no way my panties could smell. To cover up the odor emanating from my crotch, I quietly put a lid on that "realization."

If my panties smell, what about my husband's? If his smell, I'll be sure to throw it back in his face.

I quietly bring my husband's underwear to my nose to test it. Surprisingly, it's odorless. It doesn't smell at all.

Due to the nature of his job, my husband always washes his body thoroughly. A sense of cleanliness. Perhaps that is something cultivated by being seen by others.

Perhaps I, too, once had a sense of cleanliness. Since becoming a freelancer, I have fewer opportunities to leave the house, and I've stopped washing my body as carefully.

Of course, it's not because I'm a freelancer that I smell. I smell because I am negligent.

I take a bath every day and I shower, too. But perhaps my 45-year-old body odor cannot be erased by such things. Accepting aging and taking proper care of myself. That might be the etiquette of an adult.

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My husband won't wash my panties with his.

When I told my mother about it, she said, "I'll give you some of my panty liners, you should use them in your panties," and quietly handed them to me.

Panty liners are sheets specifically for vaginal discharge. In addition to dealing with discharge, they are often used in the crotch area of panties after menstruation or to prevent underwear from getting dirty. It seems my mother uses panty liners as a matter of etiquette.

To protect the dignity of her crotch, my mother had also been taking measures. Dealing with panty odor is also an adult's etiquette, and if it bothers you, you need to take your own measures.

Eventually, every time I returned to my parents' house, I started receiving panty liners from my mother. Thanks to her, I now have a huge supply of panty liners at home.

However, despite my mother's thoughtfulness, I am still hesitant to use them. Once I start, that's it. I'm afraid because I feel like it would be admitting that my crotch smells.

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One day, an incident occurred. When I went to put on some panties, I realized I had run out of clean ones in the dresser.

It seems that while I had been avoiding washing my panties, I had let them pile up too much.

When I was flustered about not having any underwear, my husband, almost like Marie Antoinette, said,

"If you don't have panties, why don't you wear my underwear?"

He said it in a light tone. Wait, I can borrow his underwear? I hesitated for a moment at my husband's words.

I was happy about the sentiment, but I couldn't help but worry. Would the scent of my crotch soak into his underwear? A sudden anxiety crossed my mind. Ignoring my unease, my husband gently held out a pair of bright shocking pink boxer briefs in front of me.

"I can't let you have my favorite pair, but these are worn out and I don't use them anymore. You can just have them if you want."

The pink underwear already had a loose waistband and was quite worn out. I tried on the fully stretched-out underwear. Perhaps because it was already completely loose, the crotch area felt breezy. At this rate, it didn't seem like my scent would transfer to the underwear.

Wearing the underwear of someone I love. I had never harbored such a grand ambition in my life. I had seen scenes in manga for men where girls put underwear on their heads, but I never understood why they would want to do that. Back then, I couldn't understand it at all, and even now, it makes no sense to me. If you put underwear on your head, your hair would just get smelly, wouldn't it? I also didn't really get the point of the excitement.

In the first place, I thought the only opportunity to handle the underwear of the opposite sex was when doing laundry. I never imagined that I would have the chance to wear my husband's underwear. Come to think of it, the old me couldn't even look the person I liked straight in the face. The me who couldn't even look at him properly is now wearing his underwear. And quite calmly, at that.

I feel like my sense of shame has gradually faded since I got married. The current me is trying to brush it off by saying, "I don't have my own underwear, so it can't be helped," even while wearing my husband's. As a woman, I wonder if this is a bad trend.

I wore my husband's underwear all day that day. With that in my crotch, I even went to drop off my child at daycare with a cool face. I exchanged refreshing greetings with the teachers and left the daycare with a flourish.

However, my underwear was different from usual. It was, in fact, pink boxer briefs, and they belonged to my husband.

The baggy underwear didn't fit my body at all. It was just like being with my husband, with whom I sometimes can't communicate well. I felt a little lonely after dropping my daughter off at daycare, but on the way home that day, it felt as if my husband was right there with me, and I felt a little more reassured than usual.

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