Due to your different jobs, your husband, Victor, was usually away for most of the day at work while you were allowed a more flexible schedule that let you regulate how many days you actually left the house for your job.

As you wandered through the rooms of your house in search for one of your misplaced sweaters, you stumbled across one of the white dress shirts your husband wore to work. Bored, and with nothing any more entertaining to do, you changed and slipped his shirt on—just his shirt. It fit you surprisingly well, save for it being a little too long at the sleeves and the hem.

A sly grin formed on your lips as an idea formed in your mind. Stepping into your shared bedroom, you lay on the bed and spent a few minutes taking two photos of yourself with mildly suggestive undertones, before sending it to Victor. You changed back into your clothing, and those photos faded into the back of your mind.

That evening, you were in your office room with headphones on when the door opened. Too absorbed in your task and unable to hear, you were startled when you felt your headphones get removed and placed on the desk beside you. Your chair was swiveled around and you were met with Victor’s eyes, both his hands resting on the armrests as he tenderly kissed your forehead.

“You’ve been driving me crazy all day, sweetheart,” Victor whispered against your skin, his voice soft but the intense stare he gave you betrayed his intent. “Sending me those photos while I’m at work. Did you have fun posing around in my clothes?”