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Thank You! To everyone who has voted and made wonderful comments. This chapter is dedicated to Leslie.
The next day, Sunday, was difficult or me. I slept restlessly thinking about my promises and the way I agreed to let her do things to me. Not that I regretted it, mind you, but I was just a little worried I was creating a situation for myself in the future which I might regret. If it all played out like we agreed, everything would be fine. But, if she decided to change the rules on me, I had already set myself up for a major transformation from husband and man to full time panty boy. In as much as the latter sounded intriguing, it wasn’t something I was sure I could accept as a life long change
I woke up on Sunday with one of those killer morning erections. You know, the kind that ache and throb. Every male gets them and this morning I had a text book case of ‘brick hard cock’ to deal with. As I lay in bed with Julie sleeping soundly next to me, I started to stroke it slowly and quietly. I was just about to the glory land when my hand movements under the sheet must have woken Julie.
“You’re up early.” She said.
“I’m so hard right now,” I replied, “can I put it in you?”
“I think you should save it up today, Baby,” she answered, “besides, we have work to do.”
I wasn’t sure what she was talking about, but I kept on stroking my cock thinking that if I couldn’t slip Mr. Happy into her, I might as well get myself off while I had the opportunity.
“Come on,” she said, “stop pulling that monster and give it a rest for a day.” Laying her hand on top of mine to stop my jacking she said “Greg, I’ll make it up to you and it will be worth it, I promise, so, hands off, okay?”
She had one of those “I know something you don’t know” smiles on her face. So, even though I wasn’t thrilled with her asking me to stop, I gave in and stopped. I should know by now that she always gets her way – that’s the one lesson every husband eventually learns.
And so, we ended up working all day, and I seriously mean ALL DAMN DAY, in the yard. She sent me to the landscape store to get 15 bags of mulch. We pulled weeds, trimmed bushes, cut the grass, edged the walk and the driveway, raked up the old mulch and put out the new mulch. She pulled out the box containing a drip watering system we bought last spring, but never installed, and made me do that, too, so her hanging plants would survive the summer heat. By the time we were done, it was 9:00 PM and virtually dark outside. My back was sore and I was filthy dirty.
Oh, one more thing, I didn’t get a hard-on once that day – not fucking once. Well, that’s not entirely true……..
When we were finished in the yard and had everything cleaned up, I was in the garage about to kick my shoes off and head into the house to take a shower when she stopped me. “Hey, hold on,” she said, “You’re not going in my house like that!” I stopped as I was about to reach for the door leading into the house.
“Take those clothes off and leave them out here, Greg,” she asked, “you’re covered with all kinds of crap and I don’t want it on the carpets.” I looked at her and then saw the logic of her wisdom. Reaching down to grab the hem of my shirt, I pulled it over my head. She was standing in the middle of the garage with her hands out so I walked over and handed her the shirt. “Come on,” she said, “everything.”
The garage door was open and it didn’t take long for me to detect a faint smile on her face. Being after 9:00 PM, it was almost dark. The garage light wasn’t on, and yes, it was safe enough to strip down for her – that is, as long as someone wasn’t walking or driving by.
“Julie,” I asked, “are you sure you want me to do this?”
She turned to walk down to the driveway and looked up and down the street. Coming back into the garage she said “There’s no one out there, there’s no one coming, Greg – at least not now. The longer you delay the more chance someone will see you.”
My hands moved to the waistband of my shorts and I pushed them and my white cotton panties down and stepped out of them. She reached out and I handed them to her. Tossing my shirt, panties and shorts on the floor, she stood behind me and turned me toward the street.
“You know, Honey,” she said, “no one can see in here unless we turn the light on. In fact, I bet you could fuck me right now and no one would suspect a thing.” She started to jack my cock. It had already started to get hard, and her actions brought out it’s full hardness. Without warning, a car drove by. A brief dim line of light traveling into the garage illuminated us for an instant as the car passed the house. Gawd, she had me going now.
Whispering in my ear she said “I knew you would like this.”
She continued to jack my cock for a minute when she said “Hold on, I’ll be right back.”
She disappeared into the house for only a moment. When she came back out, I couldn’t see what she had with her, but, I knew she was carrying something. She stood behind me again and handed me a towel. “Hold this over your Escort Bayan head, Honey.” I wasn’t sure why she asked me to hold a towel over my head, but, I wanted her to continue the hand job so I did it.
“Greg, I want to always remember three things, okay, Honey?” She asked.
“Okay….” I said hesitantly.
“First,” she said, “I love you with all my heart and I wouldn’t ever do anything to hurt what we have. Second, I’ll never push you beyond what we’ve talked about, Okay?”
My cock was hard as hell now. She was building to something, I just knew it. I was either going to get a blow job, or she was going to let me fuck her in the garage with the door open, or maybe she was going to take my ass right there and right now with the strap-on.
“Julie,” I said, “I love you, too and yes, I realize all of that.”
“Good,” she said, “and lastly, Honey, don’t ever make the mistake of thinking that I ever forget anything.”
With that, I heard the screw cap of a bottle being opened. The next thing I felt shot me out of my skin and delivered a jolt to my body such as I have never felt before.
She poured an ice cold bottle of drinking water down the front of my body.
“SHIT!” I yelled.
She jumped back, laughing as hard as I’ve ever seen her laugh. “That’s payback, Buster, for dumping the cold water on me in the shower last week.”
It was true…. Last week I found her in the shower happily listening to her boom box, washing her hair under the serenity of the gentle hot water. I sneaked into the bathroom with a large cup of ice water from the refrigerator and jokingly poured it over the shower doors and right down her front. The shock of it made her fall against the wall and she screamed at me as I laughed. She told me she would get me back.
Realizing that she had set me up with the explicit purpose of getting her payback, I accepted the punishment and stood there trying to catch my breath.
Suddenly, the light came on in the garage and I turned to see Julie with one hand on the light switch and the other at the door leading into the house. “Don’t come in until you’re dry.” She said. Then she was gone.
So, here I am… it’s dark outside, I’m naked and have just been drenched with cold water standing in the middle of my garage and she turns the light on! At least she was nice enough to give me a towel. I should have seen this coming.
I ran to the light switch and turned it off as quickly as I could. Using the towel, I dried myself off while I thought about which of our neighbors might have seen me standing in the garage naked. The light couldn’t have been on for more than 15 seconds, but, still, if someone had been looking our way, they would have seen me. I had to laugh, though, she got me good, that’s for sure.
Once I was dried, I opened the door and stepped into the kitchen. She was standing there, still laughing her ass off, pointing at me with one hand and holding another ice cold bottle of water in the other hand.
“We’re even now,” she said, in between chuckles, “You get yourself into the shower and get cleaned up while I get dinner ready.”
Seeing her standing there in a defensive posture ready for ice water warfare was a hilarious sight. I broke into a fit of laughter myself.
“Okay, Okay,” I said, “let’s have a truce.”
“Alright,” she said, “no more cold water surprises. But you get in there and get cleaned up. And, keep your hands off your dick, Mister!”
I had to smile and grin all the way through my shower. As I was drying off, I thought I might shock her and come out dressed in the new ‘Fuck Me Panties’. The deal was, if I ever put them on, it meant I wanted her to take my ass with the strap on. My cock started to grow as I hunted for them, but, they were no where in the bedroom. I looked in every drawer, in the closet and in the clothes hamper. They had vanished.
Slipping on a pair of her nylon boy short panties and a t-shirt, I walked back toward the kitchen. Stopping short of the doorway, I peeked around the doorway and asked “Is it safe to come in? Are you still armed?”
“We have a truce, remember?” she laughed as she replied.
I walked in and gave her a hug while she set the plates on the table for us. As we ate, she basked in the glow of her sneak attack and recounted the whole event play by play telling me she planned the attack earlier in the day when she saw how hot and sweaty I was. You could see the evil in her eyes when she told me how she put the water bottles in the freezer 3 hours before she dumped it on me, making sure it didn’t freeze before she could use it on me. We laughed and had a good time talking about it and I wasn’t mad at her. It was all in fun.
After dinner, I knew we would have some thrilling sex and then drift off to sleep. I was surprised when she told me she was tired and asked if it would be okay if we took the night off. “Sure,” I told her, “no problem.”
“I’ll take care of you tomorrow, though,” she added, “I told you I would make it worth your while Bayan Escort to wait – and I will.”
I went to work on Monday as usual. I took another shower when I got up and Julie fixed me some breakfast while I was in there. She also laid out some silky panties and a matching silky camisole for me to wear under my dress shirt. When I balked at the camisole, she told me she just wanted me to try it. Of course I put it on – I know better than to deny her anything. She adjusted the straps so the cups fell adjacent to my nipples and truthfully, you couldn’t tell I had it on under by blue dress shirt. No problem, I thought – I’ll humor her.
She called me 5 times through the day. She never had anything special to talk about – that is until the last time she called. “So, what do you think about the camisole?” she asked.
I actually hadn’t even given it any thought until she brought it up. My day had been busy with meetings and things to do. But, sitting there talking to her on the phone I reached up to my nipple and touched it. It blossomed and hardened under my touch and I told her so.
“So, you like it?” She asked.
“I’m, uh, not sure….. it’s kind of a stretch for me, you know.” I said.
“Okay,” she said, “we’ll talk about it more when you get home, Baby.”
That was about 2:00 PM when I talked to her. I had a staff meeting at 2:30 and during the whole meeting, I kept thinking about the camisole and brushing my nipple when it wasn’t obvious. Both my nipples were hard each time I did it. As I moved in my chair, I felt the silky material rub against my nipples. It wasn’t bothering me or hurting me, but, it gave me a constant reminder that everything I was wearing under my male clothes was hers.
When the staff meeting was over, I called her at work to tell her about the affect the camisole had on my nipples. It finally dawned on me that the reason she called me so many times that day was to see if I would volunteer any reaction to the camisole. I didn’t find her in her office so I connected with her assistant to see if she knew when she would be back.
“Oh, she took the afternoon off today,” her assistant told me, “can I take a message.”
“No,” I said, “I’ll just call her cell phone. Thanks anyway.”
Julie hadn’t said anything to me about taking the afternoon off and it wasn’t like her to hold that kind of thing back. I sat at my desk wondering what I should do. Do I start calling around for her?
At 4:15 I hadn’t heard from Julie again so I called her cell phone and she answered right away. “Where are you?” I asked.
“I’m at home,” she said, “Are you on your way soon?”
“Well, I was just wondering where you were,” I told her, “I called your office and they said you took the afternoon off and you didn’t mention anything about that this morning.”
“Yeah, uh, actually our friend Cathy called me on my cell phone around lunch time.” She said.
“Oh, I see. So, uh, what’s going on?” I asked.
“Oh, nothing,” she answered, “we’re just sitting here having come coffee.”
“She’s at our house?” I asked.
“Uh-huh.” Julie answered and followed with “Are you on your way soon?”
“Should I be?” I asked.
“Oh, definitely,” she said.
“Julie,” I asked, “are you cooking something up?”
Again she answered “Oh, definitely.”
“I’m not sure I like the sound of this,” I said, “Do I need to be worried?”
“Oh, no, Honey, not at all,” she said, “Hurry home, okay?”
And I did hurry home. I left work immediately and sped through traffic arriving home in less than 30 minutes. I wasn’t sure why I was hurrying, but, I knew that if Cathy was there and they were alone, there was ample reason to believe they were scheming something up.
As I walked in the front door, I saw them walking in the hallway from the bedroom to the kitchen. Julie wasn’t in her work clothes, but instead, she was dressed in shorts and a t-shirt with sandals on. Cathy had on a short stretchy skirt and a short crop t-shirt that showed off her mid-section and a good deal of cleavage.
Seeing me, Julie came and hugged me, then planted a warm kiss on my lips. “You remember Cathy?” she asked.
“Sure,” I said, reaching out my hand to shake hers, “it’s good to see you again.”
“You have such a nice home,” Cathy said, “one day I’ll have a house like this, too.”
“Thanks, Cathy,” I said, “So, what brought you guys together today?”
Julie jumped in saying “Greg, guess what?” Not waiting for my answer, Julie continued saying “Cathy’s going to stay or dinner. Isn’t that great?”
“Uh-huh,” I said, “we’re glad to have you, Cathy.”
“Cathy,” Julie said, “why don’t you go warm up our coffee and I’ll be right there?”
Cathy nodded and walked into the kitchen as Julie pulled me back into our bedroom. As I walked in, there was a heap of clothes on the bed. As I looked at it, it became clear to me that everything in the pile was lingerie. In fact, it must be every piece of lingerie and silky item in the whole house, except Escort perhaps what she or I was wearing at the time. I didn’t realize she had so much, but, I recognized some of the things in the heap, having seen her different items from time to time, or from having worn it myself.
“What’s all this?” I asked.
Julie looked at me, put her hands on her hips and said “You know, Cathy and I were talking and we thought that before you guys went out shopping, she should have an idea of what we already have and how it fits you. I thought it was a pretty good idea, so, I invited her over. You guys can try some stuff on and get some ideas what you need to fill out your wardrobe. It might make your shopping trip easier. You know?”
“Julie,” I said, “you mean to tell me….”
“Shush.” She said. “Don’t worry about anything. I’ve got it all worked out. All you need to do is keep your promises. I’m not going to let anything happen we haven’t already talked about or that you don’t want.”
“But, Honey, did you stop and think….”
“Greg,” she said, laying her hand on my chest, “Don’t worry. Didn’t I tell you last night I would take care of you tonight and it would be worth the wait? Huh, didn’t I?”
“Yes, you did.” I answered.
“Okay, then. Do you trust me?” She asked.
“Uh-huh,” I said, “you know I do.”
“Then just go with the flow, Stud,” she said, “and remember you promised you would do anything she or I asked you to do… Remember?”
I remembered, oh, how I remembered. I remembered everything. Even without having to really think about it, I remembered how I told her I would strip, expose myself and even masturbate in front of Cathy. Not only that, but I told her I would take the strap-on in front of Cathy, too. Yes, I remembered it all. I meant it all when I said it, but, now that it looked like it was going to happen, I was starting to panic.
Looking into my eyes she asked “Come on, just trust me and play along.”
I nodded and she said “Good, let’s go out and be sociable and you better be a good boy, too. By the way, your ‘Fuck-Me Panties’ are in that pile. You know what happens if you put them on. It’s your choice if you put them on tonight, or not.”
With that, she took me by the hand and we walked into the kitchen. Cathy was sitting at the kitchen table with the coffee cups. As Julie and I entered, I crossed over to the refrigerator to get a beer. As I turned around, I was standing directly across from Cathy sitting at the table. My eyes were brought to her short skirt and as I watched, she uncrossed and crossed her legs giving me an absolutely wonderful view of her white panties. Holy fuck, I thought, I’ve only been home 5 minutes and I’ve already seen her panties.
“So, Greg,” Julie said, “I was telling Cathy about the camisole you wore today. What do you think about it?”
This was it, Julie didn’t waste any time at all. It’s do or die now – what I say next could determine what happens from here on out…… I decided to go for it.
“Well, I actually had mixed feelings about it this morning. I haven’t gone in for, you know, bras and stuff like that, but, it didn’t bother me at all.”
“Well, did you feel weird wearing it, or what?” Julie asked.
“I don’t think anyone knew and I didn’t feel self-conscious about it, plus…..” bringing my hand to my nipple, “it definitely made my nipples more sensitive.” I said.
“Really?” asked Cathy.
“Greg, why don’t you take off your shirt and show Cathy the camisole?” Julie asked.
As I unbuttoned my shirt, Cathy got up from the table and came to stand in front of me. Removing the shirt, I let her look at me. She ran her hands over the material as if to check the softness.”
“This is made nicely,” Cathy said, “you can tell by the way the hems are stitched.”
Placing her hands on my chest, she felt for my nipples. “Oh!” she exclaimed. “I guess so – they are hard, aren’t they?”
She continued to examine the camisole saying “the bust is too big for you, though. You’re going to need something with a much smaller cup size, I think. There’s just too much loose material here.” She said, feeling the space between my nipples and the silky material for the cups.
“He’s got the matching panties on, too.” Julie offered.
“Really?” Cathy asked.
“Greg,” Julie looked at me with a serious look, “why don’t you show Cathy the panties, too?”
Okay, so I’m smart enough to know this was going to happen. Before this afternoon, I thought it would be in the fitting room with Cathy and it would be a time where I would be role playing with her. I could do that. But, I was standing in my own kitchen, already partially undressed and my wife had just told me to drop my trousers so another woman could see me dressed in panties. I hesitated and looked at Julie.
“Come on, Greg,” she said, “you might as well get it over with. Do you have a hard one, is that the problem?”
Fortunately, I didn’t have a hard-on. My cock was sitting perfectly normal held nice and snug inside my panties.
My hands mysteriously went to my belt and I started to undo it. I saw Cathy look at Julie and then smile a mischievous smile. I turned to look at Julie, too, and she had a big grin on her face. She made a gesture for me to continue and I did.
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