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I did not write this and you must be 18 or over to read it as it may
contain a great deal of adult explicit sexuality. If this is
offensive do not read - delete file. For those of us who enjoy ....
enjoy! Please do not ask for files by e-mail - I can barely keep up
with what I have now.
Part One
Bob was sitting watching TV when his wife Cindy walked through
the room. "I'll be back in a few hours, I'm going shopping" she
said. Watching her drive away, Bob thought this was his chance to
do what he did every chance he got, but that wasn't too often. He
hurried back to their bedroom, and opened up the drawer that held
all of the delicious lingerie that he enjoyed so much on his wifes
voluptuous form, but he rarely got to enjoy it that way. In lieu
of that, he would slip into it himself every chance he got.
Despite that he had bought most of it for her, he wore most more
than she did.
He selected a pink lacy pair of panties and picked them out of
the drawer. As he held the panties in one hand, he lowered his
zipper with the other hand. He tugged his pants to the floor in
anticipation of what was to come as he luxuriously placed the
panties over his hardening flesh, getting that way just thinking of
what he was doing. Bob wrapped his hand around the panties that
circled his cock, and slowly stroked from one end to the other.
Stopping for just a moment, Bob completed undressing until he was
sitting with just a wispy pair of panties on his cock. Looking
further through the drawer, Bob wondered what it would be like to
actually wear some of these lacy nothings. Selecting a matching
pink lace trimmed bra, he slipped his arms through the straps and
drew it up to his chest. Reaching around his back, he was amazed
at how easily he was able to fasten the bra. The only thing that
was missing was the boobs which he wished he was stroking in the
lace cups. Bob picked a bunch of panties and stuffed the cups of
the pink bra, for the next best thing. Thankful that his wife was
just about his size, he opened another drawer and selected a pink
matching garter belt, and slipped it around his waist.
Meanwhile, Cindy had realized as she drove away that she had
forgotten her jacket. Slipping quickly back to the house, she
entered the same way she had left, through the front door, but Bob
wasn't sitting where she had left him, in the living room. Not
thinking anything of it, she hurried to her bedroom, to get her
jacket out of the closet. She stopped short when she heard a
drawer open and saw Bob lift her pink garterbelt out of its storage
place, only having been worn one time at Bob's insistence. Bob
fastened the garterbelt around his waist, not noticing his wife
watching from the doorway. "I wonder how far he will go" Cindy
thought. Cindy was at a loss as to what to do, but she was drawn
to watch the performance of the pantywaist putting on her finest
lingerie. Searching though the drawer once again, Bob pulled out
a pair of stockings and positioned one to draw it up his leg
wishing just once that he could feel the stocking against a
smoothly shaved leg. He fastened the first stocking to the hanging
garters, and then continued doing the same thing to the second.
Just then, Cindy stepped through the door saying "I really
think pink is such an adorable color on you."
"I-I-I..." Bob stammered.
"Now, now dear, I never knew just how much you liked to wear my
pretty things" she said. At the same time, she remembered Bobs
reaction when she would rub her panties against his hard cock when
they would be lying in bed at night as a prelude to sex.
Cindy stood for a minute looking at the helpless man, and then
said "Bob, I really think you look adorable, but your legs are much
too hairy to do those stockings justice" Cindy said addressing him
by a feminized version of his name. "Follow me". She walked into
the bathroom and started the bath water running thinking to herself
'This is going to be interesting. I wonder how far I can take
this?'
Bob dutifully followed Cindy to the bathroom, still dressed in
her underwear. His shriveled cock hung between his legs, totally
naked as he hadn't yet had time to put on the pair of panties that
he had been fondling himself with. Cindy looked that the man-girl
and said "Strip 'Bobbie'. I want you to get in that tub, and I
don't want a hair left below your waist when you get back out. And
while you are at it, shave under your arms as well" she said
authoritatively.
Bob hung his head in shame not quite knowing whether to fight
or give in, realizing that either way, he was in for a change in
his relationship with is wife. If he rebelled, who would she tell
of the condition she found him in, but if he gave in, where would
her domination end. Deep inside, he wasn't really sure he minded
the domination part, wanting quite often for someone else to take
charge once he came home from his demanding work.
Bobbie decided to do what she said, also realizing that he had
just thought of himself in the feminine name that his wife had
called him. He stepped into the tub, the water set at the hot
temperature that she normally ran for herself. The steaming hot
water stung his ball sack, but he didn't have the courage to
question her motives to cause him pain.
Cindy handed him a razor saying "I am going shopping. When I
get back, I want you to be shaved slick, back in your underwear
that I found you in, but put that little dick in some nice panties
this time, not hanging out like it was. I'll deal with you when I
get back."
Bob was left with his thoughts as his wife spun and
disappeared out the door. "What am I going to do now" he thought
or better yet what is SHE going to do?
Bob looked at the razor in his hand, and picked up the bar of
soap as he had seen his wife do on numerous occasions and lathered
his leg as he had been instructed. As he drew the razor down his
leg, he wondered if he would ever be the same again. As his legs
became luxuriously smooth, he wondered what the nylons would feel
like when he put them back on as he had been instructed. As he
thought about dressing again, his cock began to harden, and Bob was
torn with his/her new feelings, confused as to how he could be
getting excited when his wife was obviously attempting to and
succeeding in humiliating him.
He finished shaving first one leg, then the other, and then
thought "She said all hairs below the waist?? Does she want me to
shave my pubic hair too?"
Bob was sure that if he didn't do as he was told, he stood the
possibility of incurring her wrath, something he didn't look
forward to doing. As he removed the last few hairs around his now
absolutely rock solid cock, he was amazed at how he felt feeling
his smooth as silk legs, joining at the middle with is now naked
crotch. As Bob stepped out of the bathtub, he noticed a large part
of his masculinity run out of the tub with the water, now cluttered
with masses of body hair. He dried himself with a towel, and felt
amazed at the way his legs felt. So smooth, and his stockings
fairly flew up his legs as he drew them up to the pink lace garter
belt that he had snapped just seconds before.
He pulled the bra up his arms and reached around his back once
again to fasten that little piece of cloth that held a females
charms. This time, rather than fondling his cock with the pink
lace panties, he drew them up his legs and tucked his throbbing
cock between his legs as best he could. He still had a tent in his
crotch, caused by his rock hard cock.
Bob laid down on the bed that he normally shared with his
wife, to wait for her return. Shortly, he drifted off to sleep,
lying there in all of his feminine glory in his matching pink
lingerie set.
It was dark when Cindy returned, and as she let herself into
the house, she wondered where he new little pantywaist was hiding.
As she walked down the hall with her purchases, she found here
pantyclad husband lying on their bed, sound asleep.
"Perfect" she thought, as she got the ropes that her husband
had placed underneath the bed, thinking that she didn't know they
were there. She softly tied them to the corners of the bed, make
it very easy for her to slip both of Bob's wrists through the knots
as he groggily awoke.
Pulling on his arms, he realized that he was bound, and while
not tight or painful, he was totally at the mercy of his wife.
She laid her shopping bags on the bed, some for herself, but
a few special ones for her husband, lying bound in front of her.
"Do you think these will help fill out your bras" she asked,
pulling two soft weighted silicone prothesis' from her shopping
bag. She removed the panties that Bob had stuffed back into the
cups on dressing, and slipped first one then the other "falsie"
into place. Bob now truly looked like Bobbie as the false nipples
poked through the thin lace of the bra, just as Cindy's did.
As her husband lay there dressed finer than woman normally
dress, Cindy thought about her marriage, the 17 years that they had
been together. He was a worker, working late nights to support his
family, possibly too late. Cindy frequently would be quite angry
at all her husband had left with her while he was working, or so he
said anyway. Only once during there marriage had she strayed, and
she never had admitted just what had happened that night she had
been with Steven. Only she knew. She had been wild in her youth,
taking on all offers of a hard cock, but always on her terms, when
she wanted, not when some twit tried to pick her up. Sex had never
played a strong part in her marriage to Bob, but she did love the
feeling of his tongue licking her slit and Bob had always been
willing to do that at any time. But this time, it was a little
different. "I'll teach him to wear my clothes", she thought.
She got out the rest of the packages she had purchased just a
few hours before. In the bags, she had one of the shortest mini
skirts that she had ever had the courage to purchase, and the
sheerest of black blouses. She also had a matching black bra and
garter belt, and two pairs of lacy black panties. (Two pairs?)
Cindy fastened the garter belt around her waist, and slowly pulled
dark stockings up her smooth freshly shaved legs. She drew her new
panties on next, so she could take them off without the now
fastened stockings getting in the way. She placed her arms through
the straps of her black lace bra, cupping her breasts in place,
then reaching around her back to fasten the hooks in place. Her
nipples were clearly visible through the fabric of her new bra and
she knew the sheer blouse she had picked out would do little to
cover her mounds of jiggling breast flesh. She completed her
dressing by donning her skirt and blouse and stood looking at
herself in her full length mirror. She could easily see her
nipples and dark areola showing through her bra and blouse and was
confident that she would have no problem filling her pussy with
come this night.
Bob lay helpless, tied to the bed's four corners, watching as
Cindy prepared herself for goodness knows what. He knew she never
dressed like that for him, one of the reasons that he was now
laying there in his lacy finery. Cindy turned to the bed, and
straddled Bob's chest. She inched her skirt up until he could see
her panty clad womanhood. She slowly moved her pussy up over his
mouth, and commanded "lick it, you pantywaist. Get it good and
wet. I want to be ready for later." Thinking she meant they were
going to have a night of wonderful sex, he greedily kissed and
licked the crotch of her new black panties, realizing finally, he
could FEEL the lips of her womanhood.
Cindy had bathed earlier, and she must have shaved her pussy
better than she had ever done before. Despite the fact that he was
licking her pussy through black satin panties, he could tell that
there was no hair there at all. He male member began to rise as he
realized that she had a pussy that was totally bald and slick as a
new born babies, especially with her pussy juices beginning to run
out into her panties. The juices that normally would be caught in
her pussy hairs were now running unimpeded into her panties as she
spread the lips of her womanhood to allow him a clear shot of her
clit through her panties. His manhood became harder and harder,
when suddenly, Cindy wrapped a scarf around his head, blindfolding
him. After just a few more moments of licking her, her pantied
crotch was slick with her juices.
Cindy climbed off the bed, drew her panties down her legs, and
then placed them over her husbands mouth and nose so her pussy goo
was right where he couldn't get away from it. She fastened the leg
holes around his ears. His head was pantied whether he liked it or
not! Getting her other fresh pair of new black panties, she
slipped them over her now moist, bald pussy lips.
She picked up her purse, making sure she had her diaphragm
that she used to use, having a special purpose in mind. She made
no effort to hide the fact that she was leaving, and Bob heard the
door shut. A few moments later, Bob heard their car start, and
drive away.
He was now totally alone in the house, with his arms and legs
tied securely to the four corners of the bed. To anyone who saw
him, there could be little doubt that he was in a predicament. His
panty clad sissy stick stood straight up as his wifes cum juices
ran over his face. "I don't think I have ever seen her so excited
before", he thought to himself. And then it struck him. HIs wife
was dressed for one thing. Pure, raunchy, sex, and her pussy was
ready as well, thanks to his talented tongue. And he was laying
here in a pink version of what his wife had left in. As he began
to think of the possibilities, his hard dick couldn't stand it any
longer. His submissive position caused him to pump his white cum
and filled the crotch of his lacy panties. He smelled the juices
from his wifes panties, felt his own cum running over his own
baldness at his crotch, and drifted off to sleep, wondering as he
did, what was in store for him when his wife came home.
Cindy didn't really know what she was going to do when she
left, but for the first time in many years, she realized that she
was totally in control.
"What can he do", she thought, "as long as I have these
pictures of him dressed in my underwear. I'm going to get what he
hasn't given me for a long time, a hard dick that can pump me for
as long as I can stand it. If that one wears out, I'll get another
one." He angered mind didn't even think about the possibility of
disease, or even worse, AIDS!
She pulled up outside one of the local dance bars. She
checked her face in the mirror, to make sure her makeup looked
alright and then thought to herself looking down at the same time,
"I don't really think it matters. My clothes will be the center of
attention, not to mention these tits." Her nipples were clearly
visible through her sheer top and bra. She exuded "fuck me".
Right then, she decided what she was going to do. She had left the
house planning to put her diaphragm in her pussy when she got
there. Then she was planning on dancing and having fun until the
rear of her diaphragm filled up with her pussy juices. When she
got home, she was planning on being filled with her own juice. But
now....she decided it was going to be cum she was full of, as much
as she could possible handle. "I wonder how much that will be", she
said outloud to no one in particular.
Cindy walked in the door, and before she could even sit down,
a tall blond man greeted her, and directed her to a table.
"My name's Tom, mind if I sit with you?" he said?
Cindy replied "Sure, I'm drinking Tom Collins." They both
laughed at her drink and his name. Tom ordered a beer for himself,
and her drink and tried his best to not stare at her nipples
probing themselves in his direction.
Cindy loved the attention her nipples were getting, and was
getting wet just thinking what it would be like for her to have Tom
sucking them. She thought this might be her first conquest, when
still another young man walked up the table, and asked Cindy to
dance.
After introducing himself as Ken to the both of them, Cindy
said to Tom, "Excuse us for a minute, don't go away. I have some
plans for both of you guys."
Cindy and Ken went off to dance, and her titties put on quite
a little show of their own as they bounced and jiggled to the
music. When the tempo changed to a slow song, she knew her dress
was having the desired effect as Ken drew her close. She felt his
hard cock pressed into her own crotch, again causing her juices to
flow. As the song ended, Ken asked if the pair minded if he joined
them at their table.
Cindy said "Sure, and we'll be right back" dragging Tom onto
the dance floor. Tom got the same show that Ken had, and looking
at his pants, the tent that his dick was making showed Cindy that
the results were the same. Her pussy juice was moistening her
panties so much that she thought they would begin leaking down her
leg.
"How would you boys like to leave here for a little fun?"
Cindy asked both of them. As they left, heading for a local motel,
she knew that this was going to be the start of at least, a very
interesting night!
End of Part 1. If this is any good, leave me a message in mail and
I will see if I can come up with another part.
Huggs,
Nancy Shaw
(Nancy S. on JSS)
This is the only part I have. Sorry.
Karen