You're rifling around in her dirty laundry again, searching for a pair that eludes you. The house is deserted; you're sitting in the laundry on the tile floor next to the washing basket. You've already taken off your pants in preparation for the filthy act of jerking your hard cock all over the dainty little pieces, but suddenly, your wife bursts in. She sees you with your cock in one hand and your other grasping at her three day old gym underwear, and her face twists into an expression of disgust and disdain.
"You are so utterly debased," she snarls. "What do you think you're doing? Those are mine."
You stutter out the beginning of an apology, your heart in your throat, but your cock strangely still rock hard - she interrupts.
"If you like them so much, why don't you get your own and wear them? Go on, put them on, see how you like it. You're fucked in the head. Put those on before I take a picture of you and send it to your friends."