A very sexy outfit

?Something to wear for going out, huh,? I say, ?I?m not sure I like the sound of that!? I give him a sly smile. ?Can I see??

He tosses me the bag and I sit down on the bed. ?You?re going to wear everything in that bag,? he says to me, ?nothing more, and nothing less.?

I reach into the bag and pull out the piece of clothing on top. It is a tiny black silk thong.

?Try it on,? he says.

I drop the bathrobe from my shoulders, slide the thong over my feet and pull it up my legs. It is a tiny thing, barely covering my pussy mound. In the back, the thin material slides securely between my ass cheeks. I stand up and spin around for my husband. I shake my ass at him, giving him a bit of a show.

I reach in for the next item, and pull out a leather skirt. On closer examination, it is a VERY short skirt. When I pull it on and look in the mirror, I can see that it barely covers my panties. If I don?t stand upright, someone is going to get quite a show!

?Don?t you think this is a little short?? I ask.

?No, actually I think it?s just right,? my husband says with a smile.

I reach in next and pull out a sheer, silver blouse. I look back in the bag, fishing around for the bra.

?Go on, put on the blouse,? he tells me.

?Ok, ok- where?s the bra??

?No bra- just put it on!?

I look at him for a moment, questioning him with my eyes. All he does is stare back blankly. Ok- I shrug my shoulders and pull on the blouse. I button it up and look in the mirror. Very sexy! You can make out the outline of my breasts through the sheer material, and if the pockets were not placed just so, my nipples would be clearly visible to everyone.

?How do I look,? I ask my husband with a grin. He stands up and approaches me.

?Beautiful,? he says. ?This just needs one small adjustment.? He grabs the hem of my blouse and tugs outward, popping the bottom button off. He pulls again, popping the next button. Up he goes, from the bottom and the top, until only one button is left, right in the center of my breasts. I look in the mirror, wide eyed in amazement. My stomach is completely exposed, as is the lower portion of my breasts. My chest, from just above my nipples up, is also bare. If I move around too much, my breasts are liable to fall right out!

?Keep going,? my husband instructs. I look back in the bag. The next thing I pull out is a black garter belt, which I pull around my waist, under the skirt. Then there is a pair of black stockings, with a dark black seam running up the back. I sit down on the bed and slowly, one at a time, I slide the stockings up my legs. I clip them in to the garter belt, and notice that the clips extend well below the bottom of my skirt, making it visible to everyone that I am wearing a garter belt. The black seam draws the eye from my feet up to my barely covered ass.

I pull a shoe box out of the bag and open it up. Inside is a pair of black pumps with 4 inch heels, higher than anything I have ever worn before. I slip them on and stand up. I have a bit of trouble at first, moving around in heels so high. It takes a few moments, but I finally get the hang of it and make my way over to the mirror. I look at myself in the mirror, spinning around to take in the entire outfit.

I don't think I've ever looked this hot before. I also don't think I've ever dressed like such a slut before. I look like a high class hooker, and just the thought of going out in public this way makes me wet between the legs.

?How do I look?? I ask my husband. I don?t really need to ask- the tent in his pants says it all.

?Beautiful- incredible,? he replies. ?There?s just one more thing left in the bag. Try it on.?

One more thing? I didn?t see anything else. Must have been under the shoe box. I look back in the bag. Sure enough, there at the bottom of the bag is another smaller bag. I pull that bag out and peek inside.

?What?s this?? I ask.

?Go on, take it out.?

I dump the contents out into my hand. It seems to be some kind of small, rubber butterfly. There are a whole bunch of elastic straps coming out of the ends of the butterfly. Still confused, I ask, ?What do I do with this??

?I could tell you,? he replies, ?but I?d much rather show you.? He walks over to me and reaches under my skirt. Grabbing my panties, he tugs them to the ground and tells me to step out of them. Then he takes the butterfly contraption from my hand and fiddles with the straps until he has made 2 loops. He knees down and tells me to step in, one foot in each loop. He pulls it up my legs, and swings another strap around the small of my back, connecting it to the butterfly. When he lets go, the butterfly comes to rest directly over the center of my snatch. He wiggles it around, pushing and pulling, until the butterfly is nestled right between my lower lips. He then grabs the thong and pulls it back on, covering the butterfly and most of the straps.

I consider the feel of the butterfly against my pussy- actually, it doesn?t really feel like much. I wonder if it?s supposed to feel good? Not wanting to hurt his feelings, I merely say, ?It?s very pretty. I love it.?

He smiles at me, a mysterious smile. What does he know that I don?t.

?Oh, I think it?s more than just pretty.? He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small box, with a knob on it. I look at him quizzically. He responds by holding up the box and grasping the knob.

My legs go weak and I see stars! With a slight turn of the knob, that butterfly on my quim begins quivering, vibrating. It is pressing right against my clitoris, and the vibrations almost make me collapse as wave after wave of pleasure hit my body.

He turns the knob and the butterfly stops. I am panting, hands on my knees, barely able to catch my breath. ?Oh my. Oh my god. Wow. Do it again!?

?Maybe later. Now do you understand what this does?? I nod my head. ?Good. I?m going to keep this control in my pocket when we go out. I?ll use it when you?re bad. Or good. Or just whenever I feel like it. Got it?? I nod my head again. ?Good. Now rest up because we?re going out in a half hour.? He turns to leave the room.

?Wait a second,? I call after him. ?Aren?t you going to tell me what?s in the box??

He turns back. ?I told you- it?s a surprise.?

I probably should just let it go, but my curiosity gets the better of me. I put on my most pouty face, walk up to him and press my body against his, and in my most cutsie, little girl voice I say, ?but baby, isn?t there anything I can do to change your mind?? I grab his crotch, squeezing his cock through his pants.

He smiles at me. ?Well, sweetie...