I’m a bit of an impulsive shopper, and I’m ashamed to admit I’ve done this before a few times.

My friend starts a group call and that convo basically goes for almost three hours. An hour into the call, I start sipping on some nightcap. Hubby’s away, baby’s asleep, so I’m pretty bored just listening to her for so long.

An hour later, when I’m pretty tipsy, some other friend sends me photo of a playsuit from a popular fast-fashion site, it looked really cute so I asked for the link to it.

For the next hour, I’d pretty much deep dived into the rabbit hole of this site’s specials page, adding so much shit to the cart, only using this thought as the reason: “He’d love to fuck me in this.”

The morning after I’m sort of regretting what I did, mostly because, where the fuck am I gonna put all these clothes?

Anyways, over a week later and those clothes get delivered, I try them on and yeah, they’re gonna turn to shit after a few wears, so fuck it, let’s ruin them by getting ruined in them.

I told my husband not to do anything this coming Saturday, we should just chill at home, which he he agreed to.

After a late breakfast and everything, he’s watching TV when I walk into the living room rolling like three suitcases of clothes. He must’ve been so confused. I opened them up and explained what happened and why it happened. Then after seeing his erection grow, I instructed him to close his eyes.

That’s when I changed from my PJs to the first outfit. We fucked, and for the rest of the day, that’s what happened. We’d fuck, my clothes get ripped up, he closes his eyes so I change again, opens them to be blowing him, we fuck, so on and so forth.

Of course, the baby was in their room needing attention throughout, so this day-long sex session consisted of a lot of stopping and starting. The biggest break was for dinner. We did this all the way until falling asleep.