TIFU by wearing my wife's leggings

So, this was yesterday. For the last couple of weeks I've been looking after the house and kids whilst my wife has been recovering from a significant tear of a stomach muscle and has been on a strict 'rest' instruction.

She's found the whole thing very frustrating and a bit depressing and it's been a constant battle making sure that she isn't dying laundry or cleaning the house when my backs turned. I've spent a lot of this time working from home so that I can do things like school runs, laundry, etc etc.

She's also been complaining that we haven't had any mummy and daddy times. In the first week, I flat out refused to do anything as I didn't want even cautious sexy times to result in a need for an extended recovery period.

My wife really loves my butt. (I think it's pretty good myself too.) She'll grab it, bite it, stare at it, at every opportunity. And what's really good for showing off butts?

Leggings.

She also loves watching me work out. I recently got some weights and a bench to combat my middle aged spread and she will quote happily just sit and stare at me like a hungry wolf, while I go through my exercises.

Okay, to yesterday. I was working from home again and I had an hour and a half gap in my meetings schedule that we both agreed would be a good time to catch up on some of that sweet lovin' that we've been missing. She's been feeling better and I figured that, as long as we weren't swinging from the chandeliers, we'd be good to go.

So I hatched a cunning plan to get her in the mood.

On the excuse of wanting to freshen up before we get down, I went and had a quick shower and went digging through her drawers for a pair of her leggings. After all, as every man knows, nothing shows off a butt like leggings, and I don't own a pair of my own.

There's not much to choose from but hey, 'it'll do the trick', I think.

So with a towel wrapped around my waist, leggings on underneath (damn girls, those things are comfy!), I head downstairs.

My wife gives me a puzzled look, but when I return with a couple of my weights she's all, 'Ooo, are you going to exercise naked for me?'

'Not quite', says I with a sneaky smile, and I drop the towel to reveal my butt and legs in their legging-ed splendour.

You know I said there wasn't much to choose from? Well, the only leggings I could find finished about halfway down my calf in a tasteful lacy affair.

So, it turns out that her husband in her lacy leggings stood with a pair of weights is literally the funniest thing she's seen in her life.

I'll be honest, it wasn't the reaction I'd been hoping for, but it was good to see and hear her laughing after being miserable for so long.

So I started doing some lunges.

And squats.

I bent over to do some standing pull ups.

She's is literally howling and crying with laughter at this point.

Until, 'Ow! Ow!', laughter, 'Ow!', more laughter, 'Please stop!'.

Yep, I made her laugh so hard she upset her injury.

Sexy times is definitely off the cards again for a while longer.

Still, it was good to see her happy, (even if it wasn't in the way I intended).

Will try different leggings next time. :)

TL:DR Legging surprise leads to less sex.