In the dim lighting of his room, he stands, the rustle of fabric the only sound as he slips into his wife's girdles. The tight, elastic material hugs his body, accentuating curves he never knew he had. He watches in the mirror as his hands, now strangers to him, trace the lines of his body, hesitating at the bulge in his pants. He takes a deep breath, his heart pounding, as he unzips, his cock springing free, hard and aching. He strokes himself, the sight of his body in the mirror pushing him closer to the edge, his moans filling the room as he comes undone, his wife's girdles stained with his desire.