Home Alone, Fiction From Seattle
My plans for our anniversary didn't end as I thought they would. I'd made reservations at a wonderful restaurant in the city and arranged a room at a great little boutique hotel.
I couldn't help but be excited when I saw Emily getting ready for our big night out on the town. She put on beautiful new lingerie, a black and pink bra and panty set with matching garter belt and delightfully sheer black stockings.
I don't often get out of my chastity tube and I knew that there was no way I'd be allowed to fuck her but it was obvious from the way she was acting that I'd be let out of the tube and given a mercy cum as she modeled her new lingerie for me.
"God you look amazing." I blurted out as she double-checked her makeup.
"Thank you dear." She answered. "Do you think Bob will like it? He'll be here to pick me up in a few minutes."
"But I thought we..." I stammered, unable to finish the thought.
"I know you did baby, but I don't want this pretty lingerie, a romantic dinner, and that nice hotel room to go to waste. You know how much fun I have with Bob. He'll take good care of me, and then I'll come home to you. If you're good I might even let you lick my panty clean when I get back. So what do you think, will he like my new lingerie?" She asked.