I dressed hurriedly.As I got down for breakfast mother greeted me with a cup of coffee and said, “I took the liberty of packing a small bag for you,...it’s by the front door in the hall”.Thank you Mother and I made to leave, wait a minute “Brian you haven’t finished your coffee and where’s my goodbye kiss”?“Sorry Mother my mind was elsewhere”, “yes, she replied, I bet you are looking forward to helping your Aunt and meeting some of her friends”.Little did she know, that was exactly what I was. I simply said, "I don't know" and the subject was dropped. Other than that, no one had any idea of my fetish.My wife had no idea I would try on her clothes while she was at work, or shopping; and I would again tempt fate by waiting until the last minute to change. Sometimes this would be when I heard her pull into the garage.One Saturday afternoon, I was so caught up in masturbating; I didn't hear her come home. It didn't help matters that she parked in the driveway instead of the garage. I. As we lay there I could hear it starting to rain, and she moved over to a drawer and pulled out a dog collar and lead, she got back on the bed and fastened it to my neck, then told me to get Steve , He by now was nursing a big hard on and had been wanking, I told him she wants us to go somewhere, when I next saw her she was wearing leather shorts and boots not heels just boots, and a black vest which just about held her tits in. I was still naked and could smell her pussy juices on my face,. "You know," he commented as they polished off some fruit at the end, "there was no way I was going to let you cook." How's that?" Well, only an idiot uses a deep-fat fryer without at least an apron, and I certainly wasn't about to let you cover up."She laughed. "I'm glad you like looking at me! But I hope you're not going to stop me helping with the washing-up." Not at all. In fact," he moved behind her, "I might just let you do it all," his hands stroked up her sides to cup her breasts, "while.