One of my regular customers from the club caught me by surprise one day when he invited me to his house. He explained that his wife was filing for an annulment, and he needed someone to talk to. Curiosity got the better of me, so I agreed to go.

While I was there, he showed me around, and I couldn't resist peeking into his wife's closet. It was filled with trendy short summer dresses, tight-fitted bodysuits, and bikinis.

He mentioned how she hardly wears any of them anymore because they don't fit her as well as they used to.

It was a strange moment, being in their intimate space, but I saw it as an opportunity to please him and thought of ways I could fulfill his desires.

As we stood in his wife's closet, he chuckled and said, "She used to love wearing these."

I nodded, playing along, "Yeah, they look great."

He glanced at me, a hint of longing in his eyes, "But now I have someone else who can wear them for me."

I met his gaze, a smirk tugging at my lips, "Well, lucky for you, I'm here now."

His grin widened, "Indeed you are."

As he went down to prepare some lunch, I thought I'd surprise him. Walking back to the closet, I picked out a short summer dress that would barely cover my behind. It was tight-fitted, hugging every curve of my body. Stripping down naked in front of the mirror, I slipped into the dress, feeling its fabric cling to me like a second skin.

I took a deep breath and made my way downstairs. He had his back turned to me as he chopped up vegetables on the kitchen counter. As I entered the room, it took him a few moments until he finally turned around and stood there in awe of how good I looked in her clothes. His eyes widened as they scanned over my body before settling on mine. "Wow," was all he could manage to say.

I couldn't help but feel satisfied with myself as his gaze lingered on me longer than necessary. But then again, this was just another game for me - one where men were nothing more than pawns at my disposal.

"So what's for lunch?" I asked coyly, breaking the silence between us.

He cleared his throat and tried to compose himself before answering, "Uh. sandwiches."

"Sounds good," I replied with a smile that didn't quite reach my eyes.

He went back to preparing the sandwiches, but I could tell he was distracted. I walked over to him, pressing my body against his and whispered in his ear, "You know, we don't have to eat just yet."

He stopped what he was doing and grabbed me, pulling me into a deep kiss. It wasn't long before his hands were all over me, feeling how perfectly my tight little body fit in her dress. I looked at him and signaled for him to use me by playing with my vagina in front of him through the dress. His fingers slipped under the fabric and found their way between my legs. My breath hitched as he began rubbing circles around my clit while still kissing me hungrily.

I couldn't help but moan in pleasure as he continued to tease me, his fingers moving faster and harder with each passing second. It wasn't long before I felt myself getting wetter and wetter, my body craving more of him. He pulled away from our kiss and looked down at me with a wicked grin.

"You look so good in her dress," he said, pinning me down against the kitchen counter. "Better than she ever did."

I looked up at him, a smirk playing on my lips. "Show me," I challenged.

He didn't hesitate, lifting the dress up and spreading my cheeks apart before thrusting his cock deep inside of me. I cried out in pleasure as he pounded into me relentlessly, our bodies slamming together with every thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room as we both found ourselves lost in the moment. This was just another game to me - one where I had complete control over this man's desires.

As he finished, I turned around and looked at him with a sly grin. "You know what would make this dress look even better?" I asked, gesturing to the cum on my ass cheeks.

He furrowed his brow in confusion before realization dawned on him. He handed me some tissues as I wiped my cheeks clean with the dress, smearing his cum all over it.

"Now that's what I call fashion forward," I said with a laugh.