My wifes sneaky revenge! (Trapped in my mac! Not explicit)
Posted: April 15th, 2025, 11:08 am
I'd stashed my new kagoul at the back of the wardrobe. I knew she wouldnt have approved, our current finances being as they were. 'What are you doing wasting more money on that crap, haven't you got enough?' You will all understand.
A few days had passed. My first opportunity, she'd gone to visit her sister 50 odd miles away. I had a few hours to myself. I retrieved my new coat. It was tucked under some older clothes, still in its bag. Good. I pulled it out of the bag and excitedly pulled it on over my head. Its shiny vinyl slid smoothly over my tee shirted body. My arms slid down the glossy sleeves. A wonderful feeling. My head plopped into the hood exactly the same time as my hands...... didnt come out of sleeve endings! I looked hoodedly down. My hands were inside shiny black thumbless mittens! I tried to pull my hands back out, but my grip was all but useless on the super smooth and shiny vinyl. I tried to pull the hood down, again the mitts were useless to grip, and the hood was gently hugging my face, just enough to not go down. Now I noticed the drawstrings adjustment was fixed with a single knot by the hood. It was sabbotage!
Struggle as I might, I could not take the damn jacket off, remove the hood or pull it back over my head. The slightly elasticated waist didnt help matters. I was trapped in it. Luxuriating in its delicious tactile touch, but now deeply concerned that the wife will be home soon! How on earth do I explain this? How on earth did the jacket get...... surely she hadn't..... she wouldn't.....
SHE BLOODY WELL HAD!!!
A few days had passed. My first opportunity, she'd gone to visit her sister 50 odd miles away. I had a few hours to myself. I retrieved my new coat. It was tucked under some older clothes, still in its bag. Good. I pulled it out of the bag and excitedly pulled it on over my head. Its shiny vinyl slid smoothly over my tee shirted body. My arms slid down the glossy sleeves. A wonderful feeling. My head plopped into the hood exactly the same time as my hands...... didnt come out of sleeve endings! I looked hoodedly down. My hands were inside shiny black thumbless mittens! I tried to pull my hands back out, but my grip was all but useless on the super smooth and shiny vinyl. I tried to pull the hood down, again the mitts were useless to grip, and the hood was gently hugging my face, just enough to not go down. Now I noticed the drawstrings adjustment was fixed with a single knot by the hood. It was sabbotage!
Struggle as I might, I could not take the damn jacket off, remove the hood or pull it back over my head. The slightly elasticated waist didnt help matters. I was trapped in it. Luxuriating in its delicious tactile touch, but now deeply concerned that the wife will be home soon! How on earth do I explain this? How on earth did the jacket get...... surely she hadn't..... she wouldn't.....
SHE BLOODY WELL HAD!!!