Hello fellow wet lookers.
This is a short story about a situation involving guilt & naughty behaviour. It was in the early spring time a few years ago that I acted a bit shamefully. I was sharing a house with a girl & we'd been to have a meal out together as a date. She was a decent & respectable Christian girl but I was a bit of a sinner. She drank very lightly. No more than a glass of wine with dinner whereas I did like to drink & had probably drunk far too much. I did ended up a bit inebriated that night.

When we arrived home I was feeling very horny & tried to persuade her to come to bed with me. She told me that she was still a virgin & she wasn't prepared to have sex before marriage. I tried to persuade her but it was a very definite no. She did permit me to share her bed & consented to a kiss & cuddle but that was all that was to happen. She also insisted that I wear my underpants briefs and my singlet over the long cotton flannelette winter pyjamas that she had bought for me. She thought this might deter any amorous behaviour & keep us both decent. She wore a long sensible flannelette nighty over her sensible underwear & bra.

She lectured me at length about my sinful behaviour & my drinking but I put up with it because she was absolutely gorgeous to behold. We went to bed & had our kiss & cuddle & it was quite clear that this was as good as it would get. We ended up in a discussion about healthy living & she told me that we would definitely be doing some gym work & this would be followed by swimming laps at the local aquatic centre. I told her that I wasn't really keen on going so early & that turned out to be a big mistake.
She became quite annoyed & not only threw me out of the bed but also the house. Just before she slammed the door in my face she told me that if I didn't turn up for gym & swim in the morning then our relationship would be over. I banged on the door & tried to reconcile the situation but it was to no avail. I ended up sleeping in a nearby park still wearing my long flannelette pyjamas & slippers. In the Morning when I woke up I realised that she had left to go to the nearby gym and aquatic centre. The house was locked & I was stuck outside wearing my pyjamas & slippers. I proceeded at once to the aquatic centre & realised that I was inappropriately dressed for swimming so I snuck in. Several early morning lap swimmers were staring at me strangely because I was wearing winter flannelette pyjamas but by now she had finished her work out & was swimming laps. I got her attention & she swam over to the poolside to talk. I was pleading with her to see reason & understand that I didn't have my work out shorts or my Speedo bathing briefs. I was still fairly drunk and felt very seedy but she looked so hot wearing her sensible one piece bathing suit that I started to firm up & it was impossible to hide the bulge in my baggy pyjamas. She did her best to ignore it but it wouldn't have been easy because it was there for all to see.

She told me that if I really loved her I would have worked out & gone swimming with her. That's when an old familiar urge came over me. I thought to myself, "What the the fuck. I'm going in". I walked over to the edge & just dived straight in wearing my full set of long pyjamas with underpants briefs, singlet vest and a long sleeved white tee shirt underneath it all. I was also wearing my socks & slippers.
"Come on then. Let's do laps. It's getting late." She told my I was absolutely crazy but she was smiling slightly as she said it.
I started swimming overarm down the lane. It felt absolutely wonderful to have the flannelette pyjamas pressing in on my flesh. Many people stared in amazement but it was too late now because I was in & wet. We swam our laps but I was slowed down by my bulging member. I was on the second last lap when a cranky Karen manager told me to get out straight away because of my inappropriate "bathing suit". My girlfriend was embarrassed but I suspect a bit turned on by my wet pyjamas clinging tightly to my then young body. We had coffee together she was still wearing her one piece bathing suit & me wearing wet pyjamas. A lot of people stared & shook their heads disapprovingly but that added to the naughtiness of the whole thing.

When we returned home I tried it on again for a fuck but the response was the same. She did however allow me to share the shower as she washed the chlorine from her sleek one piece bathing suit. She looked so hot that I couldn't help myself & I proceeded to rub my bulge. She sighed & decided to take over the rubbing duties until I blew & filled my underpants briefs & pyjamas with my yoghurt. We both lay sprawled out on the shower floor with the water raining heavily down on us. She was very modest & would let me remove the pyjamas but that was actually quite a turn on. After cleaning them up I ended up spending the day wearing a fresh dry pair. I decided that this was probably going to be the best outcome for the day & left it at that.

I married her not too long after that but she wasn't really into the wet look thing & we didn't really have much in common with any thing else either. After fourteen years & kids we divorced on the grounds of mutual boredom. Never mind that was one of a few good memories we shared. I thought I'd share with you as well in case there's a few wet pyjama people out there.
Cheers. Winter Woolly Wetboy.