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Sarah had nothing to do and Tom left her after breakfast browsing shopping sights and making a Pinterest board of fashion items, makeup, accessories and looks. He had got better at shutting out distracting thoughts out of necessity. He could easily never get any work done any more thinking about his wife so he put on some distracting music and knuckled down hoping that if he got a couple of good productive days he could have some easier ones.

He went to grab lunch and Sarah wasn't anywhere to be seen. He took his sandwich upstairs and heard a noise in the bedroom "Babe, are you sorted for lunch? I thought you went out" he called to her.

"No I'm good, I'll look after myself" came the reply.

He headed back to his computer and continued to kick his backlog's arse. By mid afternoon he realised he was thirsty and went to get a drink. Sarah was still in the bedroom. He went to open the door but she called out "Don't come in."

Surprised he took his hand off the handle. "What? Are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm just finishing something up and then I want your opinion. I just don't want you to see it too soon."

He shrugged, got his drink and headed back to his desk assuming she would come out when she was ready. He was so focussed on his work with headphones on that he didn't realise that Sarah was stood there until she called his name. Jumping slightly he whipped of the headphones and looked at her.

"Well" she said "What do you think?"

Tom tried not to snigger. "Honestly, not great" he said while wincing at her expected reaction.

She hod come in wearing a scarf that she had fashioned into an approximation of a slutty, wrap around top, her super short skirt was one of her shorter skirts that had been rolled up at the waist to make it shorter and obviously so and her makeup looked like an inexperienced teen had done it. Her high heels were also far to classy and in contrast to her slapdash slut outfit just looked ridiculous. All in all it wasn't a good look despite the skin on show.

Sarah flopped down in the spare chair and dejectedly said "You're right. I look a fucking mess. I've been wearing makeup all my life but I'm just not used to caking it on like this. You should have seen the early attempts" she sadly chuckled at the memory of them. I might just give up. I can buy a couple of tarty clubbing style dresses and just do what I usually would with my makeup but more so."

Tom found himself in a conundrum. He could easily agree with her. It wouldn't stop her seeing Jim and she'd still be cuckolding him and he would still have his wife as he had always known her and liked her. However the oppressive weight of his desire was pushing down on him, telling him to encourage her down a road he didn't desire bur paradoxically wanted. "You shouldn't give up. You don't have the clothes yet so of course you'd look odd. Just watch some tutorials and give it another go but babe I'm so behind on my work I really need to get on."

She stood up and kissed him on the forehead. "Your right, I'm being defeatist. Of course I don't know if that's just your cock talking but I'll assume you meant it altruistically" and she left him alone.

Tom waited until he was sure he was on his own and whipped his aching cock out. God damn it I can't escape my arousal he thought as his hand shot into the drawer and pulled out the coin. His arousal instantly increased. He hoped that he would be able to wish again so soon but the recent wishes had been small and until recently more spaced out. Hopefully it had charge. It did, he could feel it tingle in his hands. He had to make a broad wish. If he wished for her to be good at bimbo makeup then tomorrow he might want to wish for a good shopping eye for bimbo clothes and then what if Jim tried to get her to adopt a different look? No it had to be an encompassing wish. "I wish she had all the skills and sense to adopt any look she desired." the dip happened and within a couple of strokes he was ejaculating again. Wishing against his interests was quickly becoming one of his favourite things to do.