Their Clothes Get More Involved

“Honey, I didn’t know you were in such a mood tonight,” Anna said, as Mike’s shirt moved his arms in a circular motion, hoping he’d take the hint and get his hands involved.

“I---I didn’t realize what I was doing, it’s like I’m not in control anymore,” Mike said. He was clearly aware that this wasn’t his doing, but also not entirely sure of what exactly was happening.

The clothes certainly had some NSFW intentions on their minds, but their owners were slow to take the hint. It was time to kick things up into high gear, and make themselves known to the couple.

Anna’s shorts started grinding against the growing hardness inside Mike’s pants, and he took the subconscious hint as his libido took control of him, thinking she was finally ready to show sexual interest again. He wasn’t exactly sure what was happening, but it had been at least a couple weeks since Anna had shown any interest and he was taking advantage as much as he could.

“This is not me doing this!” Anna exclaimed. But Mike was lost in the sensations he was feeling. He didn’t even hear what she was saying as he closed his eyes and laid back on the sofa, his hands behind his head feeling Anna grinding against him. His shirt popped open, one slow button at a time, exposing his muscled chest. Anna watched in horror as her boyfriend’s shirt seemed to operate of its own accord, slipping the buttons into the holes, wiggling themselves into the openings, and watching as his long-sleeved button down shirt exposed his pecs, and then his abs.

“Mmm, honey. I didn’t know you were in this kinda mood tonight,” Mike said as he moved his hips back and forth underneath Anna’s shorts which were still making her grind against him. “Now you’re unbuttoning my shirt too?”

“It’s not me!” Anna yelled, finally realizing they weren’t in control of the situation.

“Wait….what?” Mike said, opening his eyes.

Suddenly, his shoes slipped themselves off his feet, untied themselves, and jumped up on the couch grabbing his wrists with their laces. They pulled his arms out straight to each side, as his socks slid off his feet. He could suddenly see that he was not in control of anything.

“Wh---What!? ---- Wait, What’s GOING ON!?” Mike yelled, watching his own shoes holding his arms in place as his socks he was wearing were still filled out like someone was wearing them, and hovering closer to Anna, wiggling their hollow cotton toes in some type of horny anticipation.