Chapter 3 As I pulled into the drive and got out of the car, I found myself hurrying a bit to get into the house. I had a hard on so many times that day that I was starting to get blue balls. I needed to have a climax and also to get out of those panties which were creating the problem. As I entered the house I heard a strange sound coming from the TV in the other room. I entered the den and stopped short as I saw a digital video playing, in its grainy way, of two women dressed in white negligees and making love. I then choked off a cough as I realized who they were. Standing there watching, my face flushed, and a hard on starting to rise again I looked at my wife on the sofa and saw that she, too, was flushed and had her hand down in her jeans. Looking at me, she smiled and said that since I was the one that had gotten her horny, I should be the one to finish her off. She started unzipping her jeans and sliding them down onto her thighs and I saw that she had on a pair of panties very similar to the ones I had on. "On your knees, slave" she said with a grin "and service your mistress." She had never talked like that before but it sounded like fun, anyway, and I knew that my time would come to be relieved. I fell to my knees and pushed my face into her crotch, licking and tonguing her slit through the pink panties while I grabbed a handful of buttocks in each hand. She writhed and moaned and, when I glanced up at her, I saw that she was engrossed in the scene taking place on the TV screen. I knew that I was one of the women on the screen and my hard on raged against the silken panties I was wearing as I supped at the fountain of life. I let go of one buttock and slid the crotch of her panties aside. I gently inserted my tongue into her vagina, curled it up and started caressing her clitoris. As my wife grabbed my head behind my ears and pulled me deeper into her, she screamed and thrust her vagina into my mouth, practically sucking my tongue up into her as she climaxed. In response, I felt myself climaxing into my panties, the cum bursting through the sheer fabric to make a mess on the inside of my slacks. As she slowly relaxed and I sat up, she noticed the mess seeping through my slacks. "You've really messed yourself up" she said, grinning "and my panties as well. Shame on you, I didn't say you could climax. I might have to spank you for that." We had played around with mild spanking before and I mocked fright. "Oh no, please. Not a spanking. At least not for another 20 minutes or so." I laughed. "Well, get into the bathroom and get those soiled clothes off so they can be washed. There's some clean clothes on the bed." Her Side I had not realized how late it was getting. By the time I had burned the digital movie onto a disc and then watched it on the TV, time had slipped by. I was watching it the second time when Vic got home and caught me masturbating. I would have been embarrassed, but seeing his flushed face and reaction to the video, I decided to see if he would participate, and participate he did. I wished that he had not climaxed because I wanted to keep him turned on so I could get him into the bra and panty set I had laid out. Now that he was spent my job would be a little harder. I followed him into the bathroom where he had taken off his clothes and was getting ready to get in the shower. "Not so fast," I said "a lady doesn't leave her panties in a mess, especially when they belong to her wife. You need to rinse them out so they don't stain, and your slacks, too." "Ok" he said, and started rinsing out my pink panties "but don't you think you're taking our little game a bit far. I'm starting to get a little uncomfortable with all the female references and panty wear. I had a hard on almost all day long and I could swear that Gail, my secretary, found out I was wearing them. She made some very suggestive comments after I had bent over to get a file and I think she saw my panty line through my slacks." "Really" I said "What kind of comments?" "Like wanting to know if she could do anything for me and telling me to have fun tonight. Things like that." "Well, the first sounds like what a secretary would need to know. The second could have implications. You hadn't said anything about going out or anything, had you?" "Not a thing" he replied "but she seemed to do a double take after I had bent over. I'm almost certain she saw the panties. I know my face turned red when she said what she did. I certainly don't need this getting out." "Well, I'll have lunch with her again tomorrow and, if she did notice, I'll let her know that we were just having a little fun. Don't worry about it. I'm sure she'll be discreet." As he got into the shower, I took his slacks and my panties into the kitchen and made sure they were cleaned good. I thought about what he had said. Gail was a beautiful girl and I had been a little jealous when Vic had hired her, but she had never tried to flirt and neither, to my knowledge, had Vic, so Gail and I had become, somewhat, friends, and had lunch together a few times. She was a warm girl and had a habit of touching my arm or grabbing my hand when she was excited about something. I liked her and didn't think she would have a problem with our game if she had noticed the panties. I went back into the bathroom and Vic was drying off. He looked so cute standing there with no body hair. He had a slim, athletic build, not overly muscled, but firm looking. I had always liked his legs, which were very shapely, even for a woman. As I appraised his body in light of our evening of fun, I realized just how closely his proportions were to a shapely woman, and without hair on his chest or pubic area, this was accented all the more. I stepped up to him and ran my hand up his stomach and across his chest, brushing lightly across his nipples. I felt a slight stubble on his chest and reach down and drew my hand up across his pubic region and felt more regrowth. Reaching under his scrotum, I gently cupped him and lifted upwards, cupping testicles and penis in my hand and pressing them against his stomach. I reached around with my other hand and ran it up over his buns, allowing my middle finger to slide into his crack and stroke his anus as it passed. He gently moaned as I did this and I again felt his penis start to harden. "Can I help you get ready?" I asked as I allowed my lips to brush his right nipple. "Get ready for what?" he asked in a throaty voice, starting to tremble slightly at my provocative touch. "Ready for whatever might come up." I replied as I purposefully looked down at his hardening penis. "I don't think I need help" he said "but if you want to help I won't stop you." I grinned seductively. "I don't think you could stop me if you wanted to, Miss Vickie, I mean Vic." I said. "But just relax and put yourself in my hands." He looked down and said "I think I'm already in your hands." "That's right, and you are going to stay there." I leaned over and opened the vanity drawer and pulled out my pink electric razor. "But first, you are getting stubbly and we need to take care of that" I said and switched on the razor. I started shaving around his nipples and worked my way out across his chest and down across his stomach. I then had him again raise his arms and I shaved his armpits. His pelvic region came next. His back still felt smooth so I concentrated on his legs next. As I ran the razor up and down his legs, brushing his hard on as I slowly shaved the front and inside of his thighs, he again slightly moaned. I smiled as I realized the vibrating razor was doing double duty, removing his stubble and turning him on. I finished and turned the head away from him but slid the still running razor up under his testicles and pressed it against his sensitive prostate area. His knees started to buckle and I told him to turn around and put his hands on the vanity and bend over slightly. He looked somewhat puzzled, but did as I asked. "Spread your legs some, Miss Vickie." I said. He did and I ran the rounded back of the razor up under him and slowly moved it back, pushing it into his crack and working it slowly up to his anus. He started slightly swaying his hips and pushing back into the razor as it vibrated against his rear end. I pushed it as firmly as possible against him and told him to straighten up. As he straightened up I took his hand and wrapped it around his raging hard on. "You know what to do," I said and pushed the vibrating razor even harder up into his rear end. He started stroking his penis and in about 20 seconds was spewing cum into the waiting sink. I continued the pressure until the last of it had run out and then eased the razor out of his crack and turned it off. Handing him some toilet paper so he could wipe off, I put the razor away. As he tossed the paper in the toilet, I pulled out a pair of tweezers and asked him to sit on the vanity bench. He looked at me apprehensively and said "No way!" I replied "You promised you wouldn't stop me and I promise that you will have a good time." He reluctantly sat down on the bench facing me, naked and hairless except for his head, and I reached out with the tweezers and began to shape his eyebrows. It took hardly any time because they were very naturally tapered anyway. All I had to do was accentuate the arch some. When I finished I went into the bedroom and brought back a small dressing chair and sat down in front of him. "Now lay your hand here on the vanity." I instructed as I pulled a set of glue-on nails from the drawer. He again reluctantly did as I asked and I started applying a set of medium length nails to his hand, shaping them into a nice oval shape. We changed hands and I put them on the other hand. Afterwards, I gently applied a very light, see through, pink polish which, when finished caused him to stare in a daze at his hands. They were absolutely beautiful and feminine and he held his hands out and stared at his fingers. Previous Part: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 Next - Click here for a bio and to find more submissions by donnaallure. - Tell a friend about this story, click here. - Report problems with this story, click here. - Send instant anonymous feedback to the author. 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He turned to the mirror with a funny expression on his face and began to do as I had instructed. "Now, gently rub your lips together like this" and I demonstrated the delicately feminine motion that women for centuries have practiced. He did as I said and smoothed the gloss over his lips, opening his mouth in a provocative manner afterwards and observing himself in the mirror. Satisfied with the results, I led him into the bedroom and picked up the black panties. "I went shopping for you this morning" I said. "Aren't these nice?" and I rubbed the satin material against his penis. "Slide these on and the bra and then put on your jeans and shirt and we'll get something to eat." I went into the dressing room and began to freshen my make up. He came into the den a few minutes later wearing jeans, tennis shoes, and a dark blue shirt. You could just barely notice a twin bulge where the bra cups pushed out his shirt slightly. "Did you have any trouble putting on the bra?" I asked, again, smiling. "I couldn't get it hooked so I turned it around and hooked it. Then I worked it around to the front and worked my arms into the straps." I laughed "That will work" remembering when I had first started putting on a bra. "Let's go get something to eat." He stopped short. "What do you mean, go get something? I'm not leaving this house like this. That's going too far. We know too many people around here and I'm not having people see me in pink fingernails and a bra on. No way!" "Honey, come here." I said and led him over to the bedroom door mirror. "Can you really see anything much different about your appearance without looking extremely close?" I watched him looking at himself in the mirror. He had relieved himself of sexual tension twice since he had been home, and, barring sexual tension and with his own clothes on, I could see him start to relax. He looked a little closer at his eyebrows and noticed that they were not too predominant and, in the dimmer light of the bedroom, the nails did not particularly show. Licking his lips to try and remove some of the gloss, he reluctantly agreed that the things I had done were not real noticable. "Then come on, Miss Vickie, I'm starving." and I led him out to the car. He started to go around to the driver's side "No you don't. I'm driving tonight and dinner is my treat. That is how I treat my new best friend and lover."