Wifes clothes

"Hey, where does your wife keep her clothes and makeup?" she asked, curious as she looked around the room. I felt my heart race and my mind scramble for a way out of this situation. "Relax, bud. I knew you were married the minute I set eyes on you," she said with a sly grin. "We are going to have some fun tonight," she purred, dismissing any resistance from me.

After what felt like an eternity of agonizing minutes, my runaway bride finally emerged from the backroom. Her usually straight blonde hair was now in soft curls that cascaded down her shoulders. Her eyes were smoky and alluring, and her lips were painted a deep crimson red. She wore a strappy red dress that hugged her curves and barely covered her shapely behind.

My wife hadn't been able to fit into that dress for years.

"I couldn't find any panties that weren't granny panties," she said with a laugh, spinning to check herself out in the mirror. "Where does she keep those?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.

I hurriedly retrieved the shoebox from under the drawer, knowing exactly what she was looking for. It contained my wife's few truly slutty outfits and various toys and tools for our bedroom escapades. The box had been collecting dust for years, unused.

"Perfect," she exclaimed with delight as she snatched the box from my hands and disappeared back into the bedroom.

She took a long time getting ready, but when she emerged, she looked even more stunning than before. Her dress was still red, but now I could see that she was wearing fishnet stockings underneath. And in her hand, she held something that made my stomach tighten with excitement.

Oh shit! It was the remote control for the vibrating panties I had bought for my wife months ago. She had refused to wear them, claiming they were too embarrassing. And next to it, was a pair of fuzzy handcuffs that I thought we had lost the key to. My cock throbbed with anticipation.

She came over and straddled me on the couch, hiking her dress up so she could grind against my growing arousal. Her eyes locked onto mine, silently communicating her intentions. Then she handed me the remote and the cuffs, whispering in my ear,

"Who's wearing the cuffs?" She asked with a playful smile. "And how do you turn these panties on?" Her voice was laced with excitement and a hint of embarrassment.

I fumbled with the remote, finding the switch for low vibrations. As soon as I turned it on, I could feel her body relaxing against mine, pleasure coursing through her as she rubbed herself against me. "Oh fuck, it's been so long," she moaned, losing herself in the sensations. "Can you believe they won't even let me masturbate? They keep me restrained in that jacket and whenever I try to find release, they stop me. Fuckers think they're treating me," she ranted before shuddering against me and letting out a satisfied sigh.

It had been a while since I had experienced pleasure like this, but for her, it must have been an eternity. So I let her enjoy it for as long as she wanted while I contemplated who would be wearing those cuffs tonight.