Not So Different, yet as Different as Can Possibly Be

14-Home for the Holidays

Either way, today had been dreadful for her. He should make it up to her. He would break out what he called "the big guns," and see if she was interested.

He wasn't sure if it was true for all women, but he knew his wife was hornier than usual from about eight-ish to fourteen-ish days after her period started. Her period usually ended about five-ish to six-ish days after it started, and then after a few of days her libido would shoot up for a bit. Usually, anyway. She was a person, not a clock.

Her last period was already over, but it had started about ten days ago. Which is why he had packed "the big guns," just in case. 'Let's see,' he thought to himself as he preheated the oven. 'Kitty or puppy, kitty or puppy. She got pretty angry at mom and dad, so let's go with kitty today.'

He put the cookies in the oven and went to their car to grab "the big guns" out of the little compartment under the false floor in the trunk.

Gnella, however, was downstairs reading a book to distract herself. She had also packed some toys in case something happened, but figured she'd wait until after he was done with the cookies he was baking.

She rubbed her thighs together as she thought of all the things she wanted to do to him. He had stood up for her to his parents in a way that did something to her, even if she wasn't exactly sure why. The things he had said about her, good lord, when were those cookies going to be finished.

She grabbed her phone and got a devilish idea. She unbuttoned her pants and opened her camera app. This oughta get him ready.

As Yndethel quickly laid out "the big guns" and prepared to use them, he got a text from his wife. "Let me know when those cookies are done," it read. Attached to the text was a photo of her lower reaches in nothing but panties with a very noticeable wet spot.

He smiled and blushed as he got "the big guns" ready. This was going to be fun.

Gnella slid her pants back on and went back to her book. After what felt like an eternity, she heard her phone ping. She grabbed it and read her husband's text. "The cookies are done, Ive got them in the kitchen if you want one."

She chuckled. So he was playing innocent. Time to see how innocent that slut of a man really was.

She put down the book and hurried to the kitchen. She was in such a hurry that she didn't see a second text that had been sent. She got to the kitchen to see her husband holding a tray of cookies.

He was wearing "the big guns."

It had been a year and a half since he had first surprised her with that outfit, and he wore it at least two or three times a month. He was wearing it again, the maid's dress, the frilly hat, the very long socks. However this time, he had embellished the outfit.

He was wearing a head band with white cat ears, a white cloth covid mask with a cat nose and mouth on it, a ball gag underneath the mask, and finally, a cherry blossom pink collar that read "MOMMY'S KITTY." As he turned around she saw a white tail stick out from under the dress. Something told her it was not attached to a belt.

Of course, he was also wearing oven mits to hold the tray with cookies on it.

Gnella smiled wider at her "kitty." The ears and mask had been used before, as had some puppy variants, but the collar was new. He must have gotten it recently.