Rosa screws up her face. "Ice hockey? You don't know the first thing about ice hockey."
"Neither do you," Aidan replies.
"So how do we pick teams?"
"By colour."
Rosa stares at her husband for a moment.
"What?" Aidan asks.
"You're up to something."
"Like what?"
"Like, you know damn well the form of both teams before we go into it. You just want me to think you don't."
Aidan laughs. "Why would I do that?"
"Because you're fucking cunning."
"So, you don't trust me?"
"After that goddamn poker game, no, I don't trust you."
Aidan holds up a hand, warding her off. "How about we pick just based on team colours, right now?"
"Sure, but I pick first. That way it stays random. What are the colours?"
Aidan slides his arms around Rosa's waist, letting his hands rest on her trim buttocks. He begins to stroke her bottom through the tight fabric of her exercise shorts.
"No way. Stop trying to distract me. Colours."
Aidan grins. "Blue and white," he says.
"White."
"Why white?"
"Because you said blue first. You were trying to get me to pick blue."
Aidan seems to find this hilarious.
"Baby, if I'd wanted you to pick a colour I'd have said it last because I know that you'd think I was tricking you."
He receives a sharp slap on the bottom; Rosa wrinkles her nose at him.
"Sure. Because you're a genius."
Aidan kissed her. "Smart enough to marry you."
Rosa pulls back, businesslike. "And the winner gets what?"
In response, Aidan pulls her in tighter, so their faces are close and he can look into her dark brown eyes. "Dress up," he says.
"Dress up?"
"Yes. The winner gets to dress the loser in whatever he wants. Pick the underwear, pick the clothing, and then we go out to dinner."
"Whatever she wants, you mean."
"He. The winner. You in?"
"She. She is in. She's gonna dress you up big time. When's the match?"
"Tomorrow night," Aidan says and kisses her again. "Can you cover for me, lunchtime?"
"Why?"
"I need to go shopping. This is gonna be so good."
---
It's dark by the time they get home. Aidan makes a show of gathering shopping bags out of the back seat of the car, teasing Rosa with them. Rosa ignores him as much as she is able, opening the front door and letting him trail in behind.
"I'll get the dinner," she says.
"Sure. I'll go get the match on."
"I want you to go and lay the outfit out on the bed first."
"Oh, I thought it would be more fun showing you after. After you lose."
"No way. I want to see what's at stake."
"And you do the same, right?"
Rosa arches her eyebrow, "Honey, how can I do that? I was stuck at work all day while you got to go shopping."
She turns and heads into the bathroom, conversation over. Once she's safely behind the bathroom door, she pulls down her exercise pants and squats on the toilet. In her hand is a small package which she opens and pulls out the thin plastic stick. There is a little window halfway along its length showing a dark line which, to Rosa, resembles a minus sign.
Rosa grits her teeth, puts the stick between her legs and pees on it. She sits there for several long minutes, clutching the plastic in both hands, pants around her ankles, watching the little window. No change. The minus has not turned into a plus.
Rosa's head sinks and she feels a weight descend on her. Aidan calls out from the other room.
"Babe, I got it on. They're about to start."
Rosa drops the stick into the little round make-up bin by the toilet. The banter and the optimism evaporate out of her, replaced by a tightness around her chest. She'd actually allowed herself to believe that this time had been the one. It had felt so good, so right, that feeling of completeness as Aidan had held her in his arms in bed, still wrapped in the body stocking. Tears prick the corners of her eyes, but she wipes them away savagely.
"Coming," she calls.
Rosa pulls her pants up and flushes. She washes her hands, letting the warm water trickle over her fingers.
"Hurry up, you're gonna miss it."
Finally, she turns off the tap and takes a deep breath, opens the bathroom door.
"I'll just get a couple of meals in the microwave. Be there in two minutes."
In the kitchen, watching the microwave timer tick down to zero, Rosa feels a dark emotion bubbling up inside her. It's not fair. It's just not fucking fair.
The microwave dings, and she wipes a hand over her face, feeling the dampness on her cheeks. Losers cry, she says to herelf. She's not a loser. Rosa gathers up the meals and takes them into the lounge.
---
The clock ticks down. The commentator talks about dying seconds, but in reality the result has been a certainty for the last ten minutes with the team in white up by two and the blue team a man down due to an earlier foul. Aidan has become quiet, the initial loud expletives now reduced to half-hearted mumblings as the puck once again spins away down the other end of the rink.
"Ah, crap," says Aidan. "That's the match." He slaps his knee loudly in frustration.
Rosa is watching him instead of the screen and has been for the last few minutes. She's watching the play of expressions across his face as his team miss their chances and his loss becomes inevitable. She knows she's won and normally she would have been cackling at his misfortune, but she feels drained instead. Aidan clicks off the screen and turns to her, trying to read her expression as she surveys him quietly. Something's not right with her, but he doesn't know what.
"Shit. Ok. Let's get this over with," he says, clearly annoyed.
"Did you lay it all out on the bed?" Rosa asks.
"Yep. For all the use it is now. I spent a ton as well."
Rosa doesn't respond, but she swings off the couch and heads towards the bedroom. She can hear Aidan following behind. On the bed, neatly arranged, is one of her favourite cocktail dresses, next to a full set of black, lacy lingerie. Rosa runs her fingers over the fabric, feeling the silky smoothness of the thick-high stockings, the lace of the garter belt. The bustier is strapless with a sheer panel at the front to display her cleavage. The lacy panties are crotchless.
"Good job I won," Rosa murmurs. "You would have dressed me up like a prostitute."
Aidan's face darkens, sensing his wife's mood.
"You would have looked so hot in this," he says, defensively.
Rosa doesn't reply, her eyes still on the lingerie laid out on the bed.
"So," Aidan begins, "You have the advantage of knowing what I got you, for when you go shopping for my outfit tomorrow."
"Oh, I'm not going shopping tomorrow," Rosa replies, a little too casually. "I've already got your outfit."
"Let's see it then. Only fair."
Rosa walks around behind her husband and wraps her arms around his waist, nestling into his back. Over his shoulder, she can see that he's still staring at the lingerie, at the missed opportunity. She whispers in his ear.
"Remember the terms of the bet, baby? The winner gets to dress the loser in whatever she wants?"
She hugs his waist.
"Let's hope all that stuff fits."
Rosa feels her husband twist in her grip. She can see the concern on his face.
"No way. No fucking way."
"Bet's a bet."
Aidan's mouth moves but no words come out.
"You're not backing out are you?" she asks, innocently.
Aidan finds his voice. "I can't wear that. I...."
"You don't think you'd fit? The material's got some stretch in it." Rosa runs her hands over her husband's chest. "Of course, it'll be a lot tighter on you than on me."
"You can't make me wear it. Not out. Not in public."
Rosa makes a pouting face and then kisses him.
"But it was okay for me to go out like that."
"You'd have had the dress on. No-one would have seen...."
"Then how about I let you not wear the dress to dinner?"
"What the fuck? You were...?"
Rosa nods solemnly, and says, "You laid out the entire outfit. That includes the dress. It's lycra so I think it has enough stretch in the fabric for you to get it on."
Aidan grits his teeth, faced flushed, choking back an angry retort.
"Or you say the magic words. You win, I lose. Up to you, you know the rules."
Aidan stares at his wife, his discomfort plainly visible. She knows that he's cornered but she doesn't care. She remembers the crotchless panties, the way he would have quite happily dressed her up like a hooker. A part of her, deep down, a part that's still brooding on the minus sign in the bathroom bin, wants to see him squirm. His face betrays the war going on inside him. She knows he won't be able to back down, to be the one that loses the bet: he's too proud for that. The alpha male has been backed into a corner.
"Fine," Aidan hisses at last.
"One thing," Rosa interrupts, "If I'm letting you out of wearing the dress to dinner, then I get to dress you and get you ready before we go out."
"Hold on," Aidan says, eyes narrowing. "I'm playing along with this, but no make-up. No nail polish. They aren't laid out on the bed."
"Sweetie, as if I would," Rosa replies, mockingly. "You can sit at the table with your little secret safe, I promise, just so long as you let me get you ready."
"I don't trust you."
Rosa shrugs, indifferent. "Or you can wear the dress to dinner too. Them's the rules. We got a deal?"
"Fine. Ok. Whatever," Aidan grunts, "Deal. But I book the restaurant."
Rosa kisses him warmly, and says, "Of course. You pick."
---
Aidan's mood darkens throughout the day. His wife seems to be keeping her distance, though they were both busy with classes. She doesn't even hassle him about the Strength class, as he takes the usual group of women through their paces. Rosa always refers to it as Milf Training, and that he's the star attraction.
"I should have picked your outfit out for this one as well," she comments in passing.
"Jesus, Rosa."
"I bet if I got you some real tight shorts we'd double the size of the class."
They are standing behind the desk at reception. Rosa's hand reaches down to cup Aidan's balls through his shorts and she runs her thumb gently over the head of his cock, stroking it through the fabric. Aidan feels himself react, stiffening.
"Just like that. Package on full display. I reckon they'd pay extra."
Aidan breaks free from his wife's hand and almost jogs across the floor to the fitness studio. He can feel the weight between his legs jiggling as he enters a room with half a dozen women already sitting on their yoga mats.
"Sorry I'm late. Got held up."
He's conscious that he's standing by the door, close to a petite blonde woman in tight lilac activewear kneeling on her mat with her face at the same level as his crotch. Her name is Cassidy, and he can feel her eyes on him. For some reason, it doesn't help the swelling subside. Aidan moves hurriedly to his own mat.
They begin the programme with a set of stretching exercises, but Aidan's mind is elsewhere, thinking about what Rosa has planned for him. There was an ambiguity, and he can't help but feel that he's left himself wide open for more trouble. But, having secured the promise of no outwardly visible signs, he can't seem to see whatever else she might have planned for him. It just leaves him with a disquieted feeling, knowing that Rosa was a step ahead and she had something planned. The lack of the usual light banter throughout the day between them was also a warning sign. He was missing something, but he can't work out what it was.
He looks across the class and catches Cassidy's eye. She smiles.
---
"Shower first," Rosa states.
Aidan drags his heels as he follows Rosa to the bathroom, but he doesn't complain. There is a nervous energy about his wife tonight, and he can't decide if it's sexy or ominous.
In the bathroom, she strips off her work clothes and he does the same. They seem to spend their entire lives in activewear, but he is always taken aback by her figure when she's fully naked. The sports bras and tight pants don't need to do as much work for her as for the Milfs; Rosa has a perfect body, honed by years of hard work, a brand statement.
Rosa pulls Aidan into the shower, tying her long dark hair up into a tight bun to keep it out of the spray, then she holds him close and allows her breasts to brush against his chest. He can feel the blood rushing into his cock as she turns on the water. Rosa's hand swats his thickening member playfully.
"Plenty of time for that later. Wash me."
Aidan does as Rosa asks, lathering her trim, toned body with shower gel until she is frictionless and soapy. His hands run over her breasts and he can feel her nipples harden to his touch.
"All of me."
Rosa turns imperiously, clearly in charge, to present her back to him. Aidan applies more shower gel, soaping her back, running his hands down her spine to her buttocks, slipping fingers into the cleft to clean between her cheeks. His fingertip brushes the puckered star of her rear opening and he feels himself come fully erect. Rosa reaches behind, grasping the head of his cock firmly. Her hand slides slowly down his shaft.
"Now, shall I do you?"
Rosa doesn't wait for an answer. She begins to soap up her husband, and he stands in the shower, letting her do what she wants to him. These are the agreed terms of the deal, anything to get out of wearing the dress. Her hands seek out his armpits, wrap around his neck, wash his chest. He feels her fingers exploring him, over his tightly-muscles buttocks, his thighs, his rippling abdomen. She takes her time to lather up every inch of him, kneeling now in the shower to soap up his well-defined legs. His cock points directly out at her eye level, but she doesn't touch it. Instead, he feels one of her hands slide up between his legs and gently manipulate his balls. He is rigid now, the head of his cock swollen and purple, adding its own lubrication to the shower gel.
"I love a hard body," Rosa breathes.
Aidan looks down at his wife, the strangeness of the day long forgotten. All he can think about now is her perfect, soft lips wrapping around the tip of his member. He can anticipate the delicious feeling of her mouth slipping down his length.
Instead, he feels a hard object against his upper thigh.
"What?"
"We need to have you looking your best."
She traces a path down his leg in one slow stroke leaving behind clean skin, a bare furrow in the dark hairs of his leg. Her hand comes back up to his crotch and he feels her press against him again, running the head of a razor down his leg.
"This wasn't part of the deal," Aidan stammers, mind reeling at the deviation from the expected.
"I gave you a break on the dress. This is what you traded it for. Besides, who wants to see hairs poking out all over the place?"
As she talks, Rosa repeats the process, shaving more and more of his leg. Aidan relents and allows himself to be shaved, feeling his hard-on subside as he realises that this was what Rosa had been building up to. Without asking his permission, she rubs more gel into his pubic hair and begins to work on his crotch area.
"Hey! Wait!"
Rosa pauses, razor poised.
"You want to go back to the full terms of the bet?"
Reluctantly, Aidan shakes his head and when the razor touches his crotch he doesn't protest; instead he watches her face, seeing how intently she's concentrating as she holds his cock to one side so she can shave his balls. She is delicate, taking care not to nick him with the razor and he feels her stretching and pulling his skin to get into every nook. She lathers him up again and begins to shave the patch of dark curly hair above his root.
When she's finished, Rosa smooths her hands over his legs, rinsing away the soap. She kisses his semi-rigid member and stands up.
"There, what do you think?" Rosa asks.
Aidan looks down his body, feeling conspicuously bare.
"I don't know what to think."
Rosa ruffles a hand through his wet hair.
"You don't need to think. I won the bet, remember. Tonight, you're all mine."
There is a look in her eye that Aidan finds disconcerting. She turns off the water and hands Aidan a towel, wrapping another around herself.
"You like me bare down there, don't you?" Rosa says over her shoulder, "I just wondered what you'd look like. Dry off and then come and see me in the bedroom."
It takes Aidan a while before he is ready to follow his wife. He can see himself full-frontal in the mirror, his manhood hairless for the first time. It was what Rosa had wanted, for both of them to be hairless, as if this evened things up somehow, but he's still shocked by his wife's uncharacteristic, dominant behaviour. Bound by the bet, he worries that he doesn't know what else she had lined up.
"Baby, are you ready?" Rosa calls out from the other room.
"Coming," Aidan replies and replaces the towel on the drying rack. He's completely naked, feeling more so than at any other time in their marriage, as he walks into the bedroom.
Rosa is already dressed, and Aidan realises how long he's been standing in the bathroom, staring at himself. She has on a demure, white dress that stops above her knees, showing off her sculpted calves. The v-shaped neckline shows off the soft mounds of her cleavage and he can feel himself stirring again.
"Come sit down," she says, patting the bed.
"No make-up, none of that shit."
Rosa smiles. "None of that. Just sit."
Aidan flops down onto the bed and watches as Rosa holds up the stockings.
"And I get to choose what I wear over the top?"
"You get to wear whatever you like to dinner, but this underneath. Bet's a bet."
"Okay," he relents.
Rosa kneels by the bed, between his legs. He can feel her tugging at one of his feet, feels smooth material slipping over his skin, a delicate, light closeness of sheer fabric being rolled and tugged up his leg. Rosa pulls the stocking up over his knee, tugging until it's in place with the dark band of the stocking top sitting around his upper thigh. She runs a hand down the sheer black material and he can feel the odd sensation of almost-skin-on-skin contact. Neither of them says anything as Rosa repeats the process with the other stocking, smoothing it into place.
"See how much better you look without the hair," Rosa says, her eyes still on his legs, "Some women would kill for legs like these."
Aidan watches his wife's face carefully as she strokes the fabric surrounding his thighs. Her cheeks are flushed, and he realises that this is turning her on. For some reason, this reassures him and Aidan feels some of his confidence returning.
"You like legs in stockings, babe?" he asks, "You're not going over to women are you?"
As if to answer, Rosa's hands slide up between Aidan's legs, over the newly shaven skin, to wrap around the base of his cock.
"Maybe, but the problem is I would need this too. I'm not sure I could do without it."
The feeling of his wife's delicate fingers curled intimately around him brings Aidan's cock back to life and he feels himself swelling in her grasp, back in familiar territory.
"Oh no," Rosa gasps, withdrawing her hands hurriedly, "That's not helping at all. Come on, stand up."
"If you want."
Aidan stands patiently as his wife slides the garter belt around his waist. Something about seeing his wife getting horny dressing him up begins to dissipate the discomfort of being put into lingerie. Knowing that he's making her hot gives him back a feeling of being in control again in a situation that is very much beyond his control. He doesn't protest as she clips the stockings carefully to the belt, or when she stands behind him to wrap his torso in the bustier.
"This is really tight," Rosa grunts as she begins to pull the sides of the zip together along his spine.
"There was another size up, but I thought I was buying it for someone smaller than myself."
Aidan hears the zip and feels a tightness across his back as Rosa slides the zip home.
"How does it feel?"
Aidan pats his chest, feeling the spaces meant for breasts.
"Tighter in some places, looser in others. I can still breathe though."
"I meant, how does it... feel?"
Aidan feels the warmth of Rosa's hands on his stomach, her fingers touching the sensitive newly-exposed skin of his crotch.
"I don't love it. But I can live with it."
He feels her plant a kiss on the back of his neck and he presses himself back against his wife's body.
"One last item," she whispers into his ear.
Aidan can hear his wife bend down behind him. A wrist wraps around one ankle and she raises his foot, then repeats the process with his other foot and begins to tug fabric up his legs.
"I'm not sure how they're going to fit," Aidan says, looking down at his erection.
In response, he feels his wife's hand wrap around his member, guiding it through the slit of the open crotch as she pulls the panties up into place.
"There. All done. Do a twirl, babe."
Aidan turns on the spot, aware of his wife watching him.
"How do I look?" he says, turning to face her again.
Rosa doesn't answer, her eyes are still locked on his body.
"I'm up here," Aidan says, reaching out to lift his wife's chin. Her expression is strange, unreadable.
"Better get something on over the top, otherwise we're going to be late," Rosa murmurs.
Aidan walks over to the wardrobe and extracts a dark shirt and dress trousers.
"Will these do?"
"Yes. Uh, yep. They're fine. Come on, I'll book us a cab."
---
They are ten minutes late for the restaurant, but the maitre d' pretends not to mind. She escorts them both to a table by the windows looking out across the darkness of the lake.
"I bet it's a good view in daylight," Rosa says.
Aidan doesn't answer. He sits down quietly.
"Comfortable?"
"Not especially. That bustier is really tight across my chest."
Rosa appears to ignore this. "What about the rest?"
"Comfortable enough."
"Good. You're going to be spending the whole night in it."
"You don't have to rub it in."
"Would you have?"
Aidan doesn't answer.
"You bet you would. You'd be playing footsie with me under the table."
In response, Aidan picks up the menu and makes a show of surveying the choices.
"The faster you want this night to be over, honey, the slower it's gonna go," Rosa says. "I see they have a degustation menu. That might be fun. Seven courses."
"How about we just do starters and mains?"
Rosa smiles sweetly. "Don't get your knickers in a twist."
The waiter arrives and to Aidan's relief, Rosa opts for the starter and the main course option.
"No dessert?" Aidan asks sarcastically.
"Gotta watch our figures, babe. Otherwise, our underwear won't fit."
"You're really enjoying this aren't you."
"Oh, a hundred and twenty percent."
Aidan can feel Rosa's feet brush against his leg, under the table. He can tell that she's slipped her shoe off and is stroking the area exposed below the hem of his trouser leg with her big toe, feeling the sheer stocking material covering his ankle.
"Time for a bit of footsie," Rosa says, grinning at him.
Aidan parts his knees to give her clear access to his groin.
"Ah, no babe. I meant, I get footsie. You're the one wearing the stockings."
Just then, the waiter arrives with the starters. He begins to explain the food and the way it's been prepared, but all Aidan can focus on is his wife's sly smile as she stares back at him, waiting. Finally, the waiter leaves and Rosa picks up her fork. She skewers a piece of salmon and holds it up to her mouth, pausing expectantly.
"Shoe's on the other foot, big boy. Or rather, panties are on the other crotch. We're gonna do everything that you'd do if you were in my place."
She stares at him over the forkful of salmon, challenging him to object. Instead, Aidan kicks off a shoe and begins to slide his stockinged foot up Rosa's leg.
"Now we're getting somewhere," she says, popping the salmon into her mouth.
Aidan's foot vanishes up under the hem of her dress, tracing along the bare skin of her inner thigh. She's watching him intently. His toe makes contact with unfamiliar fabric. Aidan is puzzled.
"What are you wearing?"
"Your underwear. I'm literally wearing the pants tonight, darling," Rosa teases. "They're a nightmare to find your way through, as you're just finding out."
Aidan wiggles his toe through the material, suddenly slipping through into warm dampness. Rosa's eyes close.
"Ahh, that's the spot. Nice work."
Aidan runs his big toe along Rosa's moist pussy lips. She grips his foot between her thighs in response.
"Oh. Delicious. Just like that."
Rosa is squeezing so tightly that he can't move his foot at all. He can feel the bulge of her powerful thigh muscles clamping him in place, giving him only the movement of his toe to satisfy her as she eats the rest of her starter. Aidan slides his toe upwards until he can feel the firm nub of her clit through the stocking material. He begins to circle her sensitive swelling, seeing Rosa's eyes close momentarily, watching her breathing deepen. It seems like such a small movement to Aidan, but it's clearly having a profound effect on his wife.
Rosa begins to build towards her orgasm and Aidan feels his body react, his member swelling large enough to burst through the slit in the front of his panties. He feels Rosa's toe press down on him and realises that she's reciprocating, her toe applying a delicious pressure on his swelling head. Suddenly, the pressure is removed.
"Eat your starter, babe, otherwise we'll never get the main course."
Aidan's cock is aching with the memory of her foot pressing against it. The disappointment shows clearly on his face.
"Eat," she reminds him, "Oh, and just because I stopped doesn't mean that you should. I can eat and cum at the same time."
Dutifully, Aidan resumes the progress with his big toe inside her sopping pussy. He can feel her fluids soaking into the stocking material as he circles and prods. Rosa puts her fork down and balls her hands into tight fists.
"Oh boy. Yeah, just there."
Aidan can feel Rosa's hips begin to rock against his foot, forcing him inside her, toe-fucking herself. One of her hands disappears beneath the tablecloth and he feels her fingers grasp his ankle as she relaxes her thighs. She's holding his foot in position while she masturbates herself with it, silently.
Aidan glances around the neighbouring tables but nobody seems to have noticed. Rosa hisses between clenched teeth and he feels the grip on his ankle tighten. Aidan wiggles his toes, prompting a sharp intake of breath from across the table.
Suddenly, he feels warmth gushing between his toes and the hand around his ankle shaking. Rosa climaxes silently, internalising the orgasm, the only outward sign being the hiss of air through her teeth.
"Ahh... ooh," Rosa pants, letting go of his leg, "That was worth the wait."
Aidan's cock is absolutely solid. He can feel it pushing painfully through his panties, tenting against the zip of his pants. She notices the pleading look on his face and he feels her toe press briefly against the tip of his rock-hard cock.
"Best we keep your powder dry, I think," Rosa sighs, then adds, "Oh look, here comes the main course."
She looks across the table at his untouched starter plate.
"Weren't you hungry?"
---
Rosa strokes her husband's leg in the back of the cab home, remembering the feeling of his toe pressing inside her, the friction of the stocking fabric against her swollen clit. The entire dinner had lasted less than an hour in the end, and they had paid the bill like they were fleeing the scene of a crime. She traces the bumps of the stocking fasteners under the material of his pants and for some reason that she dares not to examine too closely, this makes her unbearably horny. There is a part of her that still can't believe that she'd convinced her husband to be shaved and dressed in sexy lingerie, and then teased mercilessly under the table all night. Rosa smiles as she remembers the feeling of pressing against his rigid member, wriggling her toes over the head, watching Aidan squirm in anticipation and then withdrawing her foot again. She allows her hand to wander up his leg until it's sitting in his crotch, her fingers stroking lazily against the lace underneath. If she glances down, she can see the bulg in his trousers. She knows that Aidan will do just about anything she wants tonight.
The cab pulls up to their house and Aidan pays the driver, shuffling stiffly out of he back. She's kept him hard for the entire trip home.
"That looks painful," she observes as they walk up to the front door.
"I need to get out of these clothes."
"Yes, you do. Time to finish the bet."
Aidan pauses. "What does that mean?"
Rosa opens the door a crack and bends down to pick up something she'd left on the other side: the black cocktail dress.
"No," Aidan hisses, "Absolutely not. That was not the bet."
"I'm afraid it was, honey. Everything on the bed, remember. You're not gonna bail now are you? After all that you've already been through to get this far?"
"I let you dress me and get me ready instead of...."
"Instead of wearing the dress to dinner," Rosa interjects. "We're no longer at dinner."
Aidan is silent, his hand on the door.
"Technically, I could have had you wear it as soon as we left dinner. You should really have been wearing the dress in the cab."
"This is fucked."
"Say the magic words then. That's if you wanna get out of the bet."
Rosa meets Aidan's stare unflinchingly.
"I change inside though," Aidan says finally. Rosa can see his resolve crumble.
"Uh uh. Here. Now. Or do you want me to make another concession that you'll need to pay back later?"
"Fine!" he spits angrily, clearly frustrated by his lack of options, "No, better the devil I know than whatever you cook up later."
Rosa watches as Aidan kicks off his shoes on their doorstep, glancing nervously around to make sure they're not being observed. He unbuttons his shirt quickly and lets it fall to the ground, exposing the bustier. Rosa admires the way the sheer panel in the front displays the rippled abs underneath. Finally, Aidan undoes his belt and slides his pants down his legs. Rosa can see that his erection has faded.
"You look so sexy like that."
"Just gimme the damn dress."
Aidan takes the dress and steps into it hurriedly, wriggling as he pulls it up his hips.
"It's too tight. It doesn't fit," he hisses.
Rosa begin to tease and tug the garment, working the material up his body gradually.
"It's got a lot of stretch. Turn."
"Why?"
"So I can zip you up, baby."
Aidan grunts and presents his back to Rosa, letting her work the zip up his back. She slaps him on the bottom.
"You are smokin' hot, bitch."
"Just open the door."
"Uh, you need to pick up after yourself first."
Aidan stares at his wife dumbly, then at the jumble of his clothes on the ground. Tentatively, he bends over to retrieve his trousers. Rosa strokes his upturned bottom, running her hand down the dress until she's stroking his stockings.
"I could just take you like this," she says, her tone mocking, "If only I had a penis."
Aidan straightens, clothes in hand, flustered and caught off-guard by his wife's behaviour. He pushes the door open and practically tumbles into the house. Rosa closes the door behind her and they face each other in the darkened hallway.
"That wasn't necessary," Aidan spits.
Rosa steps in close to her husband, running her hands down the front of the dress.
"Oh babe, it was. How did it feel, now that you're not wearing the pants?"
"It doesn't make me a girl."
"You sure?" Rosa asks, as her hand reaches under the black dress, searching between his legs. She feels his softening member and begins to stroke it, feeling the blood begin to pump back in. With her free hand, she pulls up the hem of the dress until his crotch is exposed. She can feel that he's stiff again and she leads him by the cock through to the bedroom.
"Lie down."
Aidan finds himself complying, the dress riding up around his waist. Rosa stands at the foot of the bed and strips herself naked, doing it slowly, piece by piece. The last item is her husband's underwear, falling down her legs to reveal the swollen lips of her pussy.
"Do you want me to fuck you now?" she breathes into the darkness.
"Yes."
"Switch on the bedside light. I want to see you."
Rosa waits for a moment, hearing her husband moving in the dark. Suddenly, the room is illuminated in a soft yellow glow, and for a moment she doesn't recognise him, seeing a head turned away from her towards the light, a lean body stretched out in a short dress and long, sexy legs. Rosa feels the shiver of a strange thrill pass through her body.
Aidan rolls back to face her, and she can see the confusion on his face as he tries to deal with the new situation. She could comfort him, kiss him, cuddle up against his honed body, but she doesn't. Instead, she climbs onto the bed and straddles him, letting her pussy lips brush against the shaft of his cock. She doesn't say anything as she looks him in the eye and slowly guides his head between her folds. She knows that there will be no foreplay: she is going to fuck him.
They start out slow, his legs together and her knees clamping his hips. She sits up straight, conscious of the way she looks to him, her pert breasts bobbing up and down in time with her movements on his shaft. She can feel how hard he is from the constant teasing during the evening, and she enjoys the feeling of riding him, keeping it steady and deep, letting him experience the sensation of sliding into and out of her.
After a while, she can tell that Aidan is building up to climax, so Rosa changes the angle, feeling the friction of his cock against her clit, using his body to give her pleasure. He reaches up to stroke her breasts, running his thumbs over her nipples. There is a strange look on his face. She squeezes his cock with her pussy walls and sees his reaction, the raging need within him.
Rosa controls the pace and the angle, feeling her body react to his cock, the stirrings of her climax deep inside her. Aidan groans underneath her and begins to thrust upwards, penetrating her deeply.
"No... not yet," she gasps.
Rosa grinds down on Aidan's erection, feeling the exquisite thrill of him slipping into her. Aidan groans loudly and she can tell he's so close, but she's not ready for him to finish yet. She brings him all the way into her, rubbing her clit against the base of his shaft, sending waves of ecstasy through her core but denying him the motion he needs, keeping him teetering on the edge while she builds to orgasm. Rosa bends forward, brushing her nipples against the fabric of the bustier, revelling in the strange new sensation. Aidan's hands cup her breasts, strong hands holding her so delicately.
"This is amazing," she gasps, "Almost like I'm fucking someone else."
She sees Aidan's eyes go wide and feels him twitch inside her, making her body ache with her need to climax. It's the look on his face, the feeling of her husband dressed in her lingerie beneath her, unwilling yet unable to resist, that triggers something within her, a powerful surge of lust that finally sends her over the edge into a crashing orgasm. She clenches tight around him, riding the waves of pleasure. Aidan's face is pleading now, watching his wife climax on top of him, pinning him down so that he can't get satisfaction himself. For some reason, this sends Rosa higher, feeling the thrill of his strong, sculpted body writhing in frustration below her. All that power, none of the control.
Rosa pulls up off him and he follows, thrusting his hips up to embed himself in her again. Rosa holds herself perfectly still above him, forcing Aidan's hips to rise clear of the bed to enter her. His teeth are gritted together and she feels his strong arms wrap around her waist, pulling himself up to fuck her. She can feel his stomach muscles rippling as he drives upwards, in a desperate animal urge to fill her, frantically pounding into her.
Rosa keeps her body completely rigid, letting her husband do all the work, revelling in the sight of his body sweating under her. She feels a second orgasm building deep inside her as the full length of his rock-hard cock is slammed again and again into her pussy. Aidan is growling now, a low guttural snarl, focused intently on his own building climax. She could drop down onto him again, take another orgasm and make him work for her third, but she sees the need on his face, the desperate urge to finish. He stares up at her, his heaving body incongruously clothed in lace and nylon, and she marvels at how she's been able to transform her husband into her own private lingerie sex toy.
His hands shift to her bottom; she can feel his fingers digging into the firm flesh of her buttocks, allowing him to pull harder into her, fucking her with absolute abandon.
"That's right. Fuck me Aidan," she cries, "Fill me."
It's his trigger, and she feels him erupt inside her. It brings her to climax again, and now she drops down onto him, feeling him pulse deep inside her, filling her with his cum. She can feel her pussy milking him, working of its own volition to extract every last ounce of pleasure from his swollen member.
She hunkers down, lying on his heaving body and feeling him still inside her, feeling the sweat soaking into the clothes she dressed him in, the unexpected roughness of the crotchless lace against her swollen pussy lips. Her entire body is buzzing with the echoes of her orgasms, and she basks in the afterglow, feeling the heat of her husband's body under her.
"Tomorrow you can wear the pants again, sweetie," Rosa says, giving her husband a little peck on the cheek. "But I did enjoy tonight. You look to die for dressed up like that. Maybe we should do it again."
Aidan doesn't reply, but he brings his hand up to stroke her long dark hair. She can tell that she's pushed him a long way outside his comfort zone. She hadn't expected to enjoy doing that quite so much, to put her husband off-balance. Somehow it makes her feel better to see him reeling for once.
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[Next chapter: Still reeling from the lingerie bet, Aidan sets the next challenge: toys. He's planning on getting his own back with a full weekend of merciless tease and denial.
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