There have been many a sway over an ocean of worry, doubts, melancholy and dejected apathy. Ever since being kicked out of the local pool for wearing a swim thong, the once brazenly bold and devil may care and free spirited derring-do has turned to apprehensiveness and self-doubting lament.
There has been a ebb and flow of feeling like owning the moment and living life on my own terms to not being fully able to take charge and skirting around being able to wear what I want while getting some exercise. Mostly ebb.
With that another year has passed (26th Feb 2026 when i’m writing this) and I find myself back in visiting my wife’s family for a few months. I’ve gone back to the local gym and have been wearing swim thongs every time, as I’d checked the first time around if it was OK and had received the green light.
The other part is going to the beach where apart from wearing a rio-backed swim bikini brief with the in-laws, I’ve not worn any thongs in that situation as my wife said that it wouldn’t be appropriate while we’re with her family.
I have gone to another beach with just the wife and daughter and worn a JOR swim thong and have complete freedom around them – mind you, it was in an almost secluded spot away from the crowds with only a handful of people walking by once in a while. Even so just the thought of going to the beach and wearing a thong in almost any condition makes me feel apprehensive and like I couldn’t be brave enough to do it. Even if it were just my wife and daughter.
Even with having worn a rio bikini with the in-laws, the next time we went to the beach I didn’t even want to change or get in the water… mainly because I wanted to wear a swim thong and possibly slightly because I wouldn’t be brave enough with people around – although the first time I’d worn it, it was fairly busy with lots of groups of people, way more than the second time.
One funny thing is that while at their home I would be weary about being seen in my underwear, which is the same cut as my rio bikini – small and 3/4 back. But right after we’d been at the beach, I was in bed with my wife in a rio cut underwear, just lounging before bed, and my daughter was standing at the foot of the bed chatting. In comes in my mother-in-law (there’s a mixed wardrobe) to get some clothes. She didn’t flinch nor bat an eye and just came in casually, and started going through the wardrobe while speaking with my wife and daughter and went away.
I felt that was a breakthrough. But truth be told, still weary of walking from the shower in my underwear. But I’m slowly trying to be more open and upfront about being more casual about being in my underwear for coming and going to the bathroom and not rushing or hiding. And then slowly to thongs. Whether that would be at home or at the beach is to be seen – but one thing is for sure, I am adamant about doing it and not dilly dallying while life slowly races past.
And possibly even being casual and sauntering normally in the house while in my thong/underwear and even engaging in conversation instead of rushing to get back to get dressed.
So my goals:
- Be fully free, daring and enjoy wearing a thong in any beach setting and time – with in-laws, with a busy beach fully of people etc.
- Be more laissez-faire about walking around the house (when needed) in my underwear or thong.
