Not all the time, but not infrequently either. Somehow our shared love of kinky clothes had established a trust between us that allowed such behaviour.... It was a very few months before Ben and I decided to move in together. As we were considering it the subject of marriage came up. The conclusion we came to was that actually that was something that we wanted and Ben proposed to me on one knee, whilst I was wearing a waspie and tall button up boots. I of course said yes. The engagement present I. ."I put my finger to his lips. "Tell you what, I'll show you what Ibought when we get home. If you don't like it, I'll return it."When we got home, I went it to the bedroom. "Sit down, honey. When Icome out, if you don't like what I bought, it all goes back."He groaned, "Why do we have to do this? I'm tired." Just do it for me. Please?"I walked out of the bedroom, wearing nothing but a black lace demi-bra,thong and the 4" black heels. "Well, can I keep it?"He didn't answer. Instead, he grabbed. I had just reached the kitchen when a bleary-eyed Jenny came slowly down the stairs, still in her sleep shorts and had put her little crop top back on.She saw that I was preparing coffee and plonked herself on the stool and looked at my transparent shorts,“Why are your shorts wet?” she asked with a confused look on her face and I had to explain that I didn’t dry myself properly and although they were starting to dry you could still make out the little chubby that was appearing, why is it that. It had become a familiar dance at this point. Javier pulled his pants down and sat on the foot of my bed as I knelt down and "thanked" him for the food. I liked Javier and found that my intentions for blowing him had moved from sheer boredom and loneliness at first to showing my appreciation for food and giving him what I knew his wife wasn't. He always got extremely hard, extremely quick and for me, that was always a confidence booster. It didn't matter to me if it was a ripped guy like David.