No! He manages to find some self respect

Mark struggled with the urge to slip into Angela's underwear all day, their lure combined with his patchy memories of the night before tormenting him with conflicting surges of lust and shame. Eventually as he held the garment, sliding his fingertips over the sheer material and recounting all of his transgressions from the night before he managed to find the willpower to resist, burying the underwear in the back of a drawer. He spent the rest of the day busying himself with cleaning the apartment in preparation for his wife's return, doing his best to push Angela from his mind.

As evening fell Mark found it more and more difficult to block out thoughts of his alluring neighbour and after attempting to distract himself with television and video games he decided the best solution was to simply go out. Nervously he snuck down the stairs and slipped into the night, making a beeline for the pub where he sat alone nursing a couple of beers over several hours. At close he forced himself home, the nervous tension bubbling in his gut as he entered the stairwell of his apartment block making his attempt at stealth even more difficult. To his surprise he made it back inside undetected and there was no sign of Angela - no note or anything. With a sigh of relief Mark went to bed, sleep only coming after what seemed hours of tormenting thoughts and memories, all of the lovely woman downstairs.

Days turned into weeks and Angela slipped further and further from Mark's mind. His wife Allie had returned and they had fallen back into their daily lives without incident, although Mark had taken to being extra cautious when entering or exiting the building, doing his best not to encounter Angela on the stairs. Soon enough Mark had all but forgotten about that night, pushed it down so deep in his psyche that it might not have even happened... everything was fine.

That was until Allie confronted him one morning, holding Angela's underwear out in front of her accusingly. Mark found himself scrambling for an excuse, amazingly able to blurt out under pressure that he had mistakenly taken them from the communal clothes line downstairs and had been too embarrassed to put them back. Allie had been sceptical but he insisted it was an innocent mistake, pointing out their size and style as evidence that they likely belonged to the older neighbour downstairs and couldn't possibly be proof that he had been unfaithful to her.

"You didn't like, jerk off with them or anything, did you?" Allie asked jokingly once she had calmed down. The bright red blush that flushed Mark's cheeks as he vehemently denied her suggestion was not lost on her, and while she trusted Mark she couldn't help but suspect he had.

It was only a couple of days later that Allie was home alone, gazing absently out the window while she should have been working when her neighbour appeared in the yard carrying a basket of washing. As she watched the mature woman hanging up her rather elegant garments she felt compelled to undo Mark's mistake and return the underwear to her. She quickly grabbed the knickers and rushed downstairs to speak with the woman.

"Oh!" Angela exclaimed as Allie held the familiar garment aloft before her, having given her Mark's explanation for their 'disappearance', "how ineresting, I had thought them lost but this is wonderful. They have a certain... sentimental value." Angela's eyes glittered at Allie as she took the underwear, then looked the younger woman over appraisingly with a warm smile. Feeling slightly disarmed under the older woman's gaze, Allie found herself adding. "You uhh, might want to wash them... I think he might have uhh..." she trailed off, blushing slightly as she quickly began to backtrack and explain she was joking. She was abruptly cut off however.

"Oh darling," Angela butted in, "it's more common than you might think you know... lots of men find wearing women's clothing very erotic."

Allie blushed even more, having not even considered that her husband may have worn them himself. Before she could correct her neighbour, Angela continued, passing the garment back.

"Perhaps you should keep them." she said with a wink. "If you ask him to wear them for you, you might be surprised. I guarantee it will spice things up a little."

Allie took back the garment without thinking, turning it over in her hands as she stared at it in stunned silence. Her daze was broken by Angela's soft chuckle. "Trust me love, I've known all sorts of men and all of them have a wild side, they just need a little encouragement to show it. Try it, and let me know how it goes... I would happily give you some more tips if you find him receptive..."

Allie looked the older woman over, her voluptuous figure and authoritative air giving her no reason to doubt Angela's assertions. Allie simply nodded as she backed away.

"O-ok... I'll see..." she stammered as she turned to leave, "thanks."

Angela smirked to herself as she watched her go, then set back to hanging up her washing as she quietly hummed a tune. This was a most interesting development.