Chapter 2 

I awoke the next morning and rolled out of bed as usual. However, as I started to walk to the bathroom I realized that I still had on the sexy night wear that my wife had put me in the night before. I pulled off the peignoir and the baby doll top, unhooked the see through bra, slid the lace panties off, unhooked the garter belt and removed it, and then carefully slid the nylons off my smooth legs. I took off the blonde wig and made sure everything was laid neatly in the bedroom chair, grabbed a pair of BVD's from the drawer, and then went into the bathroom to shower. 

I was again startled as I looked at my image in the mirror. I had rubbed off much of the makeup from the night before, but there was plenty left to remind me of the fantastic night of love making I had experienced. I looked at the smeared lipstick on my lips and smiled as I looked down and saw the same shade on my dick and nipples. What a night, I thought, as I stepped into the shower. About half way through the shower, the door slid open and my wife, still dressed in the identical outfit to the one I had just taken off, handed me a jar of cold cream. 

"You are going to need this to get the eye makeup off." she grinned and shut the door. 

When I had finished showering and stepped out of the shower to dry off, a pair of pink bikini panties fell to the floor as I scooped the towel off of the vanity. I picked them up and, with a puzzled expression, laid them back on the vanity. As I did, I noticed that my BVD's were gone. My dick did a slight twinge as I thought of what might be the reason for the switch. I finished drying and looked in the mirror. It was strangely erotic to see myself looking back with no body hair. I looked at the pink panties and picked them up and stepped into them, first one foot and then the other. I shivered a little as I pulled them deliciously up my smooth legs and my dick hardened as I smoothed them over my buttocks and dick. As I stood there in pink panties shaving, I tried to imagine what my wife was up to. I didn't have time to hang around for more love making because I had to get to work. 

I went back into the bedroom. My wife was sitting up in bed sipping on a cup of coffee. "How about doing me a favor today?" she asked. 

"What's that?" I questioned back. 

"Wear those for me under your clothes." she replied, with a smile. 

"I can't do that for a couple of reasons." I said. "One, I can't work with a hard on in my way all day long, and, two, someone might notice and then I would be in a bind." 

"The hard on will go down in a few minutes" she replied, "and no one will notice the panty line. Lots of men wear bikini briefs. And..." and she sexily rubbed my pantied hard on "I will make it worth your while when you get home." 

"You're really getting into this girls clothing thing, aren't you?" I asked. 

"You don't know the half of it." she grinned. "Now, you'd better get to work." 

All day at work I kept getting a hard on from the silky feel of the panties on my crotch and once, when I was bent over getting a file, I heard my secretary give a little cough. As I straightened up I caught her looking at my bottom. She was very good looking and, again, I felt my dick start to rise and felt the blood rush to my face as I detected a slight smile on her face. Mumbling I don't know what, I kicked the file drawer shut and went back in to my office. I was sitting there flustered when she stepped into my office. 

"I'm getting ready to go." she said. "Is there anything I can do for you before I do?" and I thought I detected a slight smile. 

"No, I'll be leaving shortly, too." I replied, trying very hard to act normal, even though it was unusual for her to ask. 

"Are you sure?" again a hint of a smile. 

"No, I'm fine." I said. "You have a good evening." 

"Well, you have a fun evening, too." she said as she left the office. 

It was only after she left that I realized she had said "fun" instead of "good" and blushed again at the insinuation. I realized that she had very probably noticed the underwear that I was wearing and was having a little fun at my expense. Oh well, it was only a joke, and she was so good looking that I didn't mind a little teasing from her. It wasn't the first time and probably would not be the last. As I drove home, my mind was buzzing, wondering what my wife had in store for us and remembering her words about making it worth my while. 

Her Side 

Thinking back on our sexual play the night before while I showered, I pondered the possibilities of enriching our sex lives. We had, up till this time, been fairly traditional in our roles, and had always enjoyed each other. Sometimes, sex was great and other times we were pretty routine. But, last night had been something else. It was our first time for experimenting outside the norm and I found it to be quite stimulating and I know that he did, too. I dried off and felt my privates tingle as I ran the towel between my legs. I slipped into a pair of pink panties, very similar to the pair I had given him to wear earlier. I knew they were tight on him and, more than likely, letting their presence be known to him fairly frequently. The idea of putting him in panties for the day had come to me last night as I mulled over the events of our love making. I had a good idea that they would keep him sexually on edge all day and thinking of me. 

As I sat at the vanity and put on my makeup, I remembered doing the same to him and a smile crossed my face. I had never thought of him as feminine, but as I had applied the makeup, a beautiful woman's face had started taking shape and I found myself absorbed in its beauty. What had started out as a sexual fantasy to give him an unforgettable birthday present began to metamorphose into a new love affair for me with his feminine side. Now, I was wondering how to develop this new idea and at the same time, make it acceptable and enjoyable to him. I had never had lesbian tendencies, but the thrill that I experienced when he was servicing my womanhood while functioning as a woman himself had almost blown the top of my head off. It was the strongest climax I have ever felt and I wondered if I would experience any others that strongly. He had said that he felt the same in the intensity of his climax and so I thought that exploring this angle of sexuality in our relationship might definitely be a possibility. 

I finished my makeup and slipped on a pink lace bra and pink panties and covered them with a satin dressing gown. I went to the computer to see if I could find any information on this aspect of sexuality. As I searched I came across this web site and started reading. After a short while, I realized that there are many men who have a desire to wear panties and other feminine attire and to experience sex in such attire. I knew that my husband had never expressed any desire for this but saw that many of these desires came from satisfying sexual encounters with feminine attire playing a strong role. It seemed that most of you are married and love your wives but that a lot of women are not exited by their husbands desire for some feminine expression or their sexual arousal at the feel and touch of satin and silk on their own bodies. I determined that if my husband enjoyed the experience, we would explore the realm of feminine attire and woman to woman love making. 

Tuning off the computer and getting dressed, I grabbed a quick bite to eat and headed to a local store that I knew carried lingerie. Talking to the sales girl, I confirmed what I had guessed at when I bought him the other articles about the differences in sizing between men's clothing and women's. I then proceeded to pick out several pair of panties in enticing shapes and a few smaller cupped lacy bras. The sales girl, remembering our conversation and noticing the sizes of the items and my wedding ring, smiled and asked quietly, if they were, possibly, for my husband. I was surprised but smiled and answered in the affirmative that we were doing a little play acting. 

She smiled and said "Well, if you do it right, you can practically make your husband your slave. I know because I use my employee discount to buy things for my boyfriend. He has grown quite fond of our 'game' and I have him wrapped around my little finger. He is my little panty slave. He enjoys it, mostly, and I get anything I want." 

I thanked her for her help but told her I wasn't interested in making my husband a panty slave but rather that we have some mutually enjoyable fun. 

She grinned and said "I understand, but you'll see." and winked as she turned to walk off. 

Puzzling over that remark, I went to the sales counter and checked out, noticing the checkout girl looking a second time at me with a puzzled look when she noticed the sizes. I smiled at her but did not show any recognition of the implied question. 

Returning home, I took the tags off the items, laying a black set on the bed and putting the rest in my husbands drawer, right on top of his BVD's. Putting the tags and receipt in my drawer should the sizes prove wrong, I got on with the rest of my day, eagerly awaiting my husbands arrival home.