My wife's night out on the town left her panties anything but dry. As she strips off her clothes, I catch a whiff of her musk, mingling with the faint remnants of her perfume. The crotch of her once-white thong is dark with her juices, a testament to her evening's adventures. She tries to brush it off, saying it's just sweat, but I can see the truth in her eyes. She's been a bad girl, and I can't wait to hear all about it.