I'm at the kitchen table, with my laptop open. Mrs. B. is cleaning up the supper dishes. My beautiful young wife comes into the kitchen, she's changed since supper.
"Oh, my. Don't you look lovely?"
"Why thank you dear."
She's wearing her angora sweater. It's pale pink, with that big kind of collar that lays across her shoulders and flows down her chest in.a revealing scoop. Her snug cream skirt's hem is two inches above her knees. Her legs are covered in smooth shiny natural nylons. Her makeup is just on the slutty side of subtle with the pink lip gloss.
"I feel like going to a club tonight."
"OK. let me just close this and change into something more appropriate."
"No, dear. You're not coming."
"But Tanya.."
She touches her right index finger to her lips, then to mine. "Edward, you know it annoys me when you beg. Now, I've laid out something for you to wear when I get home.
"Mrs. B., you'll help Eddie with the zipper, won't you? Please?
"Yes, of course Missus."
I suppress a sob.
Tanya takes my left hand. "Come dear, help me with my boots." She leads me to the foyer and sits on the padded bench below the big mirror.
I obediently get to my knees and remove her spike heel fur trimmed bedroom slippers. I slide a hand up her smooth shapely legs. Then I slip her soft white knee high, four inch heel 'come fuck me' boots onto those perfect legs.
Tanya stands. "My pink one."
I hold her elbow length sleeve collarless pink fur stroller jacket for her.
"Kiss." She holds out her right hand palm down. Doesn't want her makeup smeared.
It's no use. I can't concentrate on the work I brought home. Might as well shower and change for her.
"Not too shabby for a seventy year old." I tell myself looking in the full height mirror as I step out of the shower. The jab her doctor gives me once a month keep me bald as a billiard ball. I work out in the condo's gym once a week to stay fit for Her.
And there it is. Crap! My short black 'Lisa' wig. Slutty pink lipstick, glittery pink stick on nails and matching eye shadow. And the slim body hugging hobble dress of shiny pink satin.
I pull it up to my waist, then sit and put on my pink stilettos, before pulling it the rest of the way up and getting my arms into the elbow length sleeves with the frilly cuffs.
Hobbled to less than thirty cm. strides I make my way to the kitchen. Mrs. B isn't there so I go to her suite and knock.
Although she's probably ten years younger than me I always think of her as a grandmotherly older lady, with her grey hair in a conservative short style, a bit of extra weight and rather 'frumpy' clothes.
"There you are sir. Come in."
She moves behind me and pulls up the two way zipper that goes from just below my but up to the frilly wrap around collar, then snaps the little gold padlock closed.
"Missus left these too,"
Pink wide padded leather cuffs on short chains.
"Wrist." She locks one on my right wrist, then secures the chain to the ring on the right waist of my dress, then does the same with my left wrist.
"There you go, sir. All set. Have a nice evening."
"You too Mrs. B."
I go to the den and try to watch TV. I stroke the soft sensual satin of my dress absentmindedly.
Soon I hear Tanya's laugh. She's not alone. I head for the foyer. It's a guy this time.
"Darling, this is Todd. Todd,my husband Eddie."
