“Babe, I don’t have anything to wear.”
I peeked inside the closet to find Nina, my wife standing there, clearly frustrated. There in our closet was a 5’1″, 120lbs, petite woman, who was naked shuffling through racks of clothes. Her 34B breasts bouncing in a hypnotic way. She was annoyed that she couldn’t find something she wanted to wear and that I wasn’t helping her. It was a tough week for the both of us with our jobs and we hadn’t spent a ton of time with one another during the week. However, it was our date night. I surveyed past my section of the closet and peered at her collection of clothes as she was picking through dresses, skirts, leggings and jeans.
Jokingly I said, “Why don’t you just wear lingerie,” as I stepped into the shower to get ready for our date.
“Ha ha. Very funny,” she said unassumingly.
I turned on our space heater and hopped into the shower. Winters here are survivable rarely ever dipping below thirty degrees but Nina’s preference was to have a heater on when we showered. I, a 5’8″, 160lbs, slim with black hair and brown eyes, took to scrubbing my body and make lewd hip thrusts at my wife from the other side of the glass. I usually get her attention by gyrating my hips having my seven inch penis slap my sides.