Cc - Anonymous

Custom Curios: Anonymous

Bobby had to admit, he loved working from home. The ability to just sit in his living room, sit on his computer without the chance of anyone seeing what he was doing, was priceless. His office let him work from home twice a week, which he gratefully took on Mondays and Fridays. Today was one of those wonderful days. It was Monday and it was another day "at work"... which typically meant a day of some work, getting enough done, and the rest of the time looking at his favorite porn sites.

He had a wife, Annette, who was a knockout by everyone's standard... five foot four... thirty-four-inch bustline with gorgeous B-cup breasts... blond hair... blue eyes. She was his trophy, although that wasn't what got them together. When they first met, it was love at first sight. Their sex life was incredible before and after their marriage six years ago. Unfortunately, within the past few years, it had degraded.

The problem was time and boredom. As time moved on, their sex life waned as things started to feel... boring... and everyday activities seemed to always get in the way. Work always seemed to get in the way for both of them. And it seemed like every time they tried to have sex, it was always the same, boring thing.

So as time moved on, both of them became more and more frustrated. Bobby turned to porn while Annette turned to housework. Both of them dreamed and yearned for the day when things would be better. She dreamed of the day when Bobby would throw her down and ravage her. Bobby dreamed of the day when Annette wore sexy clothes to get his attention and seduced him.

As Bobby sat on his computer, sitting on the couch, Annette walked into the room carrying a laundry basket full of clothes wearing an old, large t-shirt and sweat pants. She sat in the recliner near him and started folding the clothes.

"What are you doing?" she asked, sounding tired of him not helping her with the household chores.

"Just doing some work," he said, closing his browser where a porn video had been playing.

"Can you help me with some of this?"

He shrugged and looked at the basket full of laundry. "I said I'm doing some work, babe?"

"You're always doing 'work'," she mumbled, throwing a folded towel onto a stack.

"Yeah, well some of us have to earn some money, you know," he said. "I can't just help you do chores all day."

She looked at him and frowned as if he never even helped when he wasn't working. "Ok then," she said sarcastically.

"Can I ask you something? Have you seen the lingerie I bought you for Valentines Day last year? I haven't seen you wear it once, even."

Annette nodded, smirking. "You mean from five years ago? I'm not really sure where it is."

"Oh... Are you sure?" he asked, puzzled. "I thought... I thought I bought something more recently than that," he said. "Anyway, it would... you know... it would be nice if you wore it some time? I like stuff like that on you. I mean, we've only been married for six years and all I ever see you wear any more are your sweats all day long. It all just screams 'keep away'."

"Wow," she said, looking at him and frowning again. "I'm sorry that I haven't slutted up for you lately."

"I'm just saying, you know, maybe if you wore something like that...." He plead her understanding with his eyes, but knew she was taking it the wrong way. He always seemed to say something stupid to make her mad at him.

"Something like that?" she asked, throwing down a semi-folded t-shirt. "You want me to wear frilly little lingerie when I'm sitting around this house doing chores all day? I'm sorry I'm not sitting here folding your laundry in just a G-string."

"Come on... I don't mean it like that. Look, it's not hard doing chores like folding laundry," he said. "I'm the one working my ass off every day."

She nodded and smirked again, not believing that he would say something like that. "Oh, by sitting in the living room on your computer all day?"

"Yeah... I'm working," he said, pointing to his open computer.

"Yeah, right," she mumbled, not believing that he was really working at all. She'd caught glances at his computer screen... at the porn. She knew what he was probably doing all day long and she wouldn't call it work.

"Look, all I'm saying is that I'd love to see you wear it," he said. "You look so hot in lingerie."

"You know what?" she said, sounding very frustrated with him. "When you decide to dress up for me, maybe I'll dress up for you."

Bobby looked at her for a moment, wondering how he could recover from this. He didn't want to argue again. He just wanted his gorgeous wife back and didn't know how to do it.

Suddenly his phone rang. "It's Patrick," he said, picking the phone up from the bed.

"Patrick?" she asked, shaking her head. She really didn't like his brother. He was a sleaze bag and was always leering at her when he was around. He had absolutely no filter for his libido.

"Yes. And I'm going to answer it."

"Fine," she said, throwing the folded clothes into the basket and carrying it up the stairs to the bedroom.

"Hey," he said into the phone.

"How's it going bro?" Patrick asked.

"It's going," Bobby said, sounding rather defeated.

"Ah... sounds like you had an argument," Patrick said.

"Unfortunately," Bobby said. "I just keep putting my foot in my mouth. I don't even know how to talk to her any more."

"So it's not any better?"

Bobby had talked to Patrick before, trying to get some ideas on how to put the spark back into his marriage. Patrick was still single with a new girl practically every week. His "spark" was a new girl to play with.

"No, still not so good," Bobby admitted. "And it's still the same thing. Six years and there's no fucking spark any more. I don't know what to do. I'm at a fucking loss."

Annette stood at the top of the stairs, holding the basket, listening to his conversation with Patrick and shook her head. He was right... he did keep sticking his foot in his mouth. It seemed like he was always blaming her for everything that was wrong. Now it sounded like he was as unsure of what happened as she was... he was as unsure of how to fix it as she was.

She thought of one thing that might help kindle a spark, something she could do. He mentioned lingerie...

*****

She wasn't sure how she ended up in this part of town. She was just coming back from grocery shopping, wasn't she? This part of town was the wrong direction to go home. She pulled over onto the side of the road to map the best way home when she looked up and saw a strange little sign hanging from the side of the building.

Custom Curios. What an odd name for a store.

She never heard of it or seen it before, although she very rarely visited this part of town. But there was just something about the place that attracted her. She looked in her mirror to make sure no one was coming and got out of her car.

The place seemed dark after coming in from the bright sunlight outside, but seemed cozy enough. There were multiple shelving units with items on the shelves, several clothing racks, and a video section. It was like an indoor yard sale.

"Good afternoon," a old man said, coming out from among the shelves. "Can I help you find anything in particular?" He was a tall, thin man, appearing to be in his eighties.

"Oh... um... I don't know," she said. "I'm just looking. I guess maybe for ideas to help my marriage."

"Ah yes... marriage help," he said, smiling. "I see that a lot. Well, there's some lingerie over here," he said, pointing to the racks, "and some little adult trinkets on the shelves back in the corner here." He pointed to the back corner of the store.

"Ok," she said walking over to the clothing rack. There was no way she was going to buy used lingerie, though.

"Just let me know if you have any questions," the man smiled. "I'll be here. I'm always here."

She looked through the rack, through the various clothing items. It surprised her that they all were brand new items... nothing here was used. There were all different types of lingerie, lace, leather, latex, sheer, some with belts and buckles, some with chains. She came across some black lace lingerie in a set, that piqued her interest. She lifted the plastic garment bag and looked it over. "Bra, panties, garter belt, and thigh-high stockings," she read. She nodded. "And it's my size. Hmm. That's kind of lucky."

She thought about putting it back on the rack but quickly reconsidered it. It just seemed too perfect. She knew Bobby loved seeing her in lingerie. She couldn't pass it up, especially at that wonderful price. She quickly looked through the rest of the items, but nothing else came close to what she was looking for, nothing else came close to catching her eye.

The rack nearby caught her attention, too. On the top was a sign that read "MEN". The rack was full of leather and latex, with straps and buckles on many of the items. She'd never even considered men's fantasy outfits before. She giggled, imagining Bobby wearing something like these. But buying something like that wasn't for this trip.

When she looked up, the man was smiling at her, almost... leering... really, making her feel a little uncomfortable. He seemed too overly anxious to help her. But she smiled back.

"In the back corner you said?" she asked, pointing.

"Mmhmm. Right on the shelves. You can't miss it."

She moved to the back of the store and walked past several shelving units of various games and such, until she found a shelf labeled "ADULT-ONLY PRODUCTS". She scanned the shelf and a box immediately caught her attention. Where she stood, it was perfectly set, the light from the ceiling beamed down on it and reflected into her eyes. She came closer and read the title. "The Box of Fun", it read. "An adult adventure set." She slid it from the shelf. It was fully wrapped in plastic, too, never been used. The front pictured a barely-clothed brunette, wearing a leather mask that looked like a black bunny, her hands cuffed in front of her. A barely-clothed male wearing a black fox mask stood behind her, holding her long hair firmly in his grip, as if ready to throw her down and fuck her at any minute. It was an image that really called to her.

She turned the box over to see that it contained the items pictured on the front, two leather masks, cuffs, paddle, a little whip, and a deck of fantasy adventure cards.

"Fantasy cards?" she giggled. She looked closer at the cards. In the picture, each card bore a title and a theme to set the mood. The box had example titles such as "Bunny Love", "Bunny Hunt", and "Roles Reversed". They sounded rather kinky. That would definitely put a spark in her marriage. It didn't take long to convince her. Maybe this was what her marriage really needed.

She carried the box and lingerie to the register, feeling a little self-conscious. It felt weird to be buying sexual products at a store like this.

"You found what you were looking for?" the man asked, setting the items on the desk. Even his smile looked creepy to her now. His face seemed gaunt, his eyes sunken.

"Yeah... I think I'm good," she said.

"Would you like to look at one of the vibrator or dildo sets?" he asked. "I was thinking you might find those items fun, too... for your... alone time... that is. I mean, they can be quite... exhilarating."

Her body trembled at his suggestion and she almost gave in. She could see herself using a vibrator... in her car on the way home... in the bath as she's relaxing this afternoon. The idea and thrill of an orgasm was definitely exciting right now. It just seems to have been forever since she last had one. "No," she said, feeling a little light headed. But she didn't want to purchase too much. "This is fine for now."

He smiled again. "Fair enough. They'll be here if you change your mind later. So... for the extra sexy lingerie and the bedroom bondage kit it'll be thirty one dollars," he said.

Annette shivered at his description of what she just bought. Embarrassed, she glanced behind her, wondering if another customer in the store heard him. Seeing no one around, she grabbed her cash and handed it to him.

"Wonderful... just wonderful," he said, putting her items in an unmarked plastic bag. "Oh, and here's a little present for stopping by today." He slipped something small into the bag and handed it to her. "I hope you enjoy everything."

"We... um... we will," she said, her body shivering again. "I mean... my husband and I." She took the bag from him and quickly headed out the door. The man, the store... everything was just starting to give her the creeps.

"Right. Come back soon," he said, calling to her as she closed the door behind her.

She looked up and down the street and quickly walked to her car, feeling embarrassed, imagining that everyone knew what she'd just purchased. Nervously, she brought up the mapping app on her phone to drive home.

She was about to pull out when she remembered that the clerk slipped something else into her bag. She opened it and looked. At the bottom of the bag was a small, oblong-shaped, plastic device. She lifted it up and it came to life, vibrating in her hand.

"Oh my God," she laughed, pressing the end to turn it off again. She licked her lips nervously, looking around her again. Then she unfastened her pants and slid the lovely plastic toy into the front of her panties. She pressed the button again before retracting her hands. Instantly, it came to life and she jumped a little.

The vibrations were strong for such a little thing. She hoped it wouldn't be too strong. She certainly didn't want to wreck the car. She pulled out of her parking space and felt the vibrations increase, driving her almost to the point of an orgasm within minutes, before suddenly dropping again.

"Oh my God," she panted, adjusting her position in the driver's seat. "Fuck! This little thing is strong!"

It drove her to the point of five more orgasms before she reached home, always stopping right at the last second, teasing her mercilessly. She wasn't even sure how a toy could do that. But it did it's job well.

*****

"Hey, um, Patrick," Bobby said, holding his phone to his ear. It was Friday and he had to uncharacteristically go into work for a meeting. "I'm at work and my meeting was moved really late. I won't be home for quite a while and I just remembered that Annette wanted me to set out some cash on the counter for her. I really can't afford another argument with her right now. Do you have time to run over there and do that for me?"

"You can't go home and do it?" Patrick asked, a little annoyed.

"Well... it's a forty minute drive one way. It'd be a little ridiculous to drive all that way to set some cash on the counter. Especially with you just five minutes away. It's a hundred bucks dude."

"Ok, ok. Tell me that Annette's not home... You know I can't be there when she's home. She hates my guts."

Bobby wanted to contradict him, but Annette certainly acted like she hated his guts, whether she really did or not. "She just doesn't like that you have a new girl every month," he said. "She doesn't hate you that much. She probably just thinks that's what I want, too."

"Well, whatever problem she has with me, I don't want to be there when she's there."

"She's at her yoga class and will be done at 5pm. Tell you what, why don't you grab one of the steaks in the freezer in payment. They're really good steaks. I really need you to do this, bro."

"Yeah... ok... no problem." Patrick looked at his watch. It was 4pm. The roads shouldn't be too bad, he should be there in plenty of time to get in and back out again before Annette got back from her class.

He got into his car and started driving.

*****

Today was the day, Annette thought, smiling. She skipped her yoga class so she'd have plenty of time to prepare. This night had to be perfect. She laid the lingerie on the bed, the bra, panties, garter belt, and hose. Then she opened the box and laid the cuffs, masks, paddle, and whip on the bed. It all looked so... sexy... and made her body tingle with need.

She undressed completely, tossing her clothes into the dirty clothes basket.

She slid into a hot bath, dribbling scented oils into it along with the bubble bath, and soaked. For the next twenty minutes she washed every part of her body, then shaved, wanting her body to be perfect, smooth, clean, and soft. The more perfect the night went, the more perfect a spark will ignite a flame back into her marriage.

When she got out of the tub, she toweled off and walked into her bedroom. Slowly, she slid the bra on, adjusting it so that it fit her breasts perfectly. The thin material covered only the bottom half of her breast, showing her nipples, and lifted them as if in offering. They were hard and sensitive.

She sat on the side of the bed and grabbed one of the stockings, gathering it up before sliding it up her leg, adjusting it as she went, finishing midthigh. She slid the other on as well, encasing both legs. The feeling of stockings was very erotic to her and she knew that Bobby would love them.

With these stockings, she didn't need the garter belt, so she set it aside. She slid the panties up her long legs and snuggled it against her pussy. She shivered. They were crotch-less, with only a thin strip of fabric running along both sides of her pussy, leaving her labia bare. Her pussy was already wet and sensitive and she took a moment to slide her fingers lightly over her engorged lips.

She shivered. She felt so excited but she couldn't explain it. She'd never felt this excited before.

Now dressed, her body was tingling and it was more than just from anticipation. It was like the lingerie itself was igniting a fire inside her. Fantasies flashed through her mind of men and women looking at her, wanting her. Of hands and mouths touching her, pleasuring her, making her shiver, making her glide her hands over her body to tease herself.

She licked her lips as she grabbed one of the cuffs, putting it around one wrist and fastening it. She did likewise with the other so that both wrists were similarly adorned. From each dangled a clip from a D-ring. She then lifted a leg, put it on the edge of the bed and put a cuff around each ankle.

Images of her being cuffed in various positions, while being violated in every hole came unbidden to her mind. She'd never even imagined being fucked senseless while being bound, spread-eagle, unable to move. She'd never even imagined a woman licking her pussy while she was bound to one of their dining room chairs. But now, these images came, forcing her to consider them, forcing her to want them.

She grabbed the black bunny mask and slid it onto her face. She felt so... free. Free to be anything she wanted to be. Free to do anything she wanted to do. And her body was definitely ready to do things.

She slid her black 4-inch heels on, walked to the mirror, and looked at herself, chills spreading over her body. Her excitement was building rapidly to a boil.

She grabbed the deck of cards from the bed and pulled out a random card. She turned it over and read the title... "ANONYMOUS". She read the rest of the card and giggled. Bobby would enjoy this one. Taking the card and the black fox mask, she walked towards the front door, her shoes clicking on the tile, and set it on the small, hallway table, prominently displaying it.

Then she turned and walking into the dining room, just out of sight of the front door. She pulled the head chair aside and bent over, laying her torso on the table face down. The cold wood shocked her very hot body, her nipples hardening almost painfully. She reached behind herself with both hands and clasped the cuffs together, trapping her arms behind her. Then she spread her legs wide... and waited.

*****