"Chris? Christine, hello?" Marvin walked through the living room to the kictchen, hoping that his daughter had left a note like he'd asked her to a million times.
"Huh, she listened to me for once." He grinned at the sign that his absent midded little girl had taken him into consideration. His eyes caught sight of the necklace as he prepared to set the table for supper.
"What's this, oh, well that is nice." He picked up the necklace, wondering how his daughter could afford something that looked so expensive. A little worried but mostly proud, Marvin felt a strange compulsion to put the necklace on.
He felt silly wearing a garrish piece of jewelry but also liked the way it felt against his skin, going so far as to stuff it down his shirt. His chest started to tingle, but he pushed any discomfort out of his mind. It wasn't like him to winp out because some metal felt a little cold.
"What to do, what to do?" I know, he thought. With pasta on the stove and his wife and daughter out of the house for another few hours he had the TV all to himself. With a manic grin Marvin set up the satelite connection and set it to his favorite channel, one that his wife knew nothing about.
Marvin was what you might call a closet pervert. He kept his fetished to himself, his wife knew nothing about what he did when he was along and he intended to keep it that way. Marvin pleasured himself at the sight unfolding onscreen, a badly lit scene involving a lot of thrusting and pumping.