A bit reluctantly, John decided there would be no more changes to Katie tonight. Well, maybe just one -- he wished his wife were dressed again, but now instead of the flannel nightgown, she wore a sheer black babydoll.
He turned off the lamp, dropped the wand back into the drawer, then got into bed and pulled the covers back over himself and Katie. He couldn’t resist, and rubbed her bare leg with a foot -- her skin had never been so smooth. He reached the high-heel slipper, and the thought of Katie wearing shoes like that more often excited him enough that he masturbated, coming quickly into his shorts.
He reached back into the drawer and gave the wand a quick shake to deal with the cleanup. It worked great, of course, and he settled down to sleep. Although his mind raced with the possibilities of the changes he and Katie might make in the morning, he eventually drifted off.