“Come in here, quick!”, she shouted. “Hurry!” I ran as fast as I could, fearing the worst. But when I arrived in the bedroom, my wife seemed perfectly calm.
“I need your help.”, she said. I looked down and noticed her hand, under her pants.
“Seems to me you could have used my help a little earlier.”, I said.
“Oh, shut up”, she said, “My hand is stuck. I need you to help me get my hand out.”
“What exactly were you trying to do?”, I asked. “Impersonate Nero?”
“Nero?”, she inquired.
“Ya, Nero.”, I explained. “He was a Roman Emperor who spent a lot of time fiddling as well.”
“I wasn’t fiddling!”, she said., I was scratching, and my finger nail got stuck on my panties, and now I can’t get my hand out of my pants. Hurry up, it hurts.”
“Call it scratching if you want.”, I said, “But if I can’t get your hand unstuck, you’re gonna have fun explaining this at emerg.”
“Just get my hand out.”, she shouted.
“Okay, okay.”, I said. “What do you want me to do.”
“Slide my pants down.”, she said.
“Well, I haven’t heard that in a long time.”, I said, as I began pulling her pants off.
“Slowly!”, she shouted.
When I got her pants to her knees, I noticed that her hand was inside her panties, palm down. “Must have been one hell of an itch.”, I told her. “You know, I have a tool that can fix that.”
“Really?”, she asked. “Where is it?”
I started to unzip my fly. “Stop it.”, she said. “This is serious.”
I did up my pants. “So now what?”, I asked.
“I need you to reach into my panties, and try to tug on my finger.”, she directed. “I think part of my fingernail is caught on some stitching or something.”
“Well”, I said, “This doesn’t look good.”
“What’s wrong?”, she asked, with great concern.
“Nothing’s wrong.”, I said. ” I just can’t see where its stuck. Can you move your hand at all?”
‘”I don’t know.”, she answered,
“Well, try.”, I suggested.
She began moving her hand back and forth. but I still couldn’t tell where her finger was stuck. “You probably should have removed your panties before you started scratching the kitty.”, I told her.
“Can you be serious for 5 minutes?”, she shrieked.
‘I don’t know.”, I said. “But I can try.”
I grabbed hold of her finger and holding it still, moved the fabric of her panties in the other direction, and released the trapped digit. I swear I heard the theme from ‘Free Willy’ start to play!
“Shit,my finger hurts so much.”, my wife said.
“Well that’ll teach you to start without me.”, I reminded her.
“Its not funny!”, she stated.
“Oh”, I told her, “It is. This is one of those forever moments.”
“Really?”, she asked.
“Yep.”, I explained. “I will be talking about this forever. In fact, I’m pretty sure there’s a story here.”
“You wouldn’t!”, she told me.
“I have to.”, I replied. “Its not everyday a woman gets her hand stuck down her panties.”
“You have your hands down your pants all the time.”, she reminded me.
“Yes, I do.”, I told her. “And anytime you want to write about it, feel free.”
“Its not worth it.”, she said. “Men are always playing with their stuff. Even in public”
“Well,”, I began, “I wouldn’t have to if you put your hand down my pants instead of your own.”
“That’s a wonderful dream you have.”, she said. “Keep dreaming, because right now, my hand is too sore to do anything.”
“Well”, I advised her, “If you should happen to get another itch, I have a bunch of fingers that would be more than happy to provide relief.”
“I’ll let you know.”, she said. “Now, do you think you can stop thinking about sex long enough to take a look at my finger? It hurts like hell!”
“I doubt it.”, I said. “But I’m willing to give it a try.”