His Side

"What would you like for your birthday?" my wife asked.

"An unforgettable sex session" I answered, jesting.

"Is that right? Well, we'll see" came the reply.

I forgot all about the exchange and nothing else was said about my birthday. The day arrived and I got home from work expecting a good meal and new shirt as that was somewhat the custom. As I came in I noticed the shades drawn and candles lit around the place. My wife came up to me and snuggled against me, breathing in my ear and running her hand across my dick.

"Why don't you take a shower" she said, and went to the door and locked it.

I went to the bedroom to strip and saw the white negligee that I had bought her laid out on the bed. She has several, but that is the one I like her to wear the most. My dick got a little harder. I took my clothes off and got in the shower. As I turned on and adjusted the water I heard the door slide open and my wife got into the shower with me.

"I thought I'd help you get ready" she said, and started washing me all over. After soaping me up she reached up to the holder and got her razor.

"I like my lover as smooth as silk" she said, and started shaving my chest hair.

My dick got harder and started throbbing as she removed my chest and stomach hair. She then had me raise my arms and shaved my armpits. She turned me around and shaved what little hair I had on my back and then went down to my butt and shaved it. Then she shaved the back of my legs and turned me around and shaved the front. She then looked up, smiling, and gently shaved my crotch and balls. Except for the hair on my head, I was completely smooth. It didn't occur to me at the time how long it was going to take to grow back. I was completely in a sexual euphoria. After rinsing me, she picked up the clog of hair that had collected at the drain and threw it the waste can. Handing me one of the two towels that she had picked up we dried off, me having to do it around my hard on, which had not receded a bit.

"You need to smell good, too" she said and sprayed some of her perfume on my chest and crotch area, getting some on my dick, which began to burn with the feel of the alcohol, drawing my attention even more to my hard on. She sprayed some between her breasts and some more below her waist. Then, turning out the bathroom light she led me into the bedroom where I couldn't wait for her to put on the white negligee.

She picked up the tiny pair of see through panties and knelt in front of me. She had rubbed them on my dick before, when teasing me, so I knew what she was about to do. Instead, she reached down and had me to step into the panties, which she proceeded to draw slowly up my shaved legs, sending shivers up and down my spine. The feeling was so sensual that I almost collapsed onto the bed. She snugged them around my hips and ran her hands over my buttocks and around to my front, sliding them over my turgid dick and pushing firmly down towards my balls, forcing my dick to strain outward against the transparent panties. I was so hot that I almost came into her panties right then. I think that this was the most turned on I had ever been. I almost felt like I would pass out.

"Don't fall out on me" she grinned, as she felt me tremble, "We're not done yet" and reached for the sheer white nylons I had bought her to go with the outfit. "Lift up your leg and point your toes toward the floor" she said as she gathered one of the nylons and slowly slid it up my leg, tugging and smoothing it as she went, until it was halfway up my thigh. The feeling of the nylon sliding up my smooth legs was indescribable.

"Now the other" and slid it into place, letting her hand come on up my thigh and stroke my dick through the panties. She then took the white satin garter belt, trimmed in lace, and hooked it around my waist, sliding it around until the hook was in the center of my back, the four straps riding on my hips and thighs. Then, gently pulling out the tops of the nylons, she pushed the little rubber tabs against the fabric of the nylons and pushed the metal clips into place on the rubber tabs and then pulled the clips up, which locked the nylons into place.

With the pressure from the nylons pulling up and gently squeezing my legs and the white, lacy, garter belt pulling down on my hips and the nylon panties stroking my hips and balls and dick, I was in such a euphoria that I felt like I was stoned. The blood was pulsing through my face, my chest was tight and I could hardly breath for the feeling of sensuality. Never had I felt this much intensity during our love making and she had barely even stroked me. It was as though I was entering into my wife's body and feeling the things that she feels instead of what I normally feel.

She picked up the little, transparent bra and had me put my arms through the straps, stepping around to fasten it behind me and reaching around me to push up my chest into the cups. The feel of the satin material on my nipples made them strain outward. She pinched my nipples with both hands through the sheer fabric, sending a deliciously hot feeling straight to my brain. As she snuggled against my panty covered rear, she released one of my nipples and slid her hand down my stomach and stroked my satin encased hard on. She then picked up the top to the baby doll negligee and had me put my arms up in the air and pulled it down over my shoulders and across my nipples, which had become extremely sensitive and were sticking straight out. As she smoothed it into place, it suddenly dawned on me that my wife's clothes did not feel tight on me and seemed to fit me everywhere. As she slid the filmy outer cover over my arms and let it fall down across the baby doll top the truth of the matter started dawning on me. And when she reached under the bed and pulled out a pair of thin strapped, 4 inch high, spiked heels and slid one onto my right foot and it fit, I fully realized what she had done. Putting the other shoe on my left foot and fastening both she asked "How do you like the first part of your birthday present?"

I was so dumbfounded I could hardly speak. It didn't occur to me immediately that she had said "first part" and I answered that I had never been more turned on in my life and what had given her this idea. She answered that the couple of times that we had made love watching a lesbian scene in one of our movies had given it to her. We both had been very turned on by the sight of two beautiful women making love and had great climaxes. Knowing how much I liked the outfit that I had bought her, she went out and bought an identical one in a larger size and had bought both of us a pair of sexy shoes to complete it. Here I was in panties, garter belt and nylons, teddy, and the barest of shoes and my wife proceeding to dress in the same clothes. I, again, had to try and control myself, I was so hard and so excited.

After my wife had dressed and slipped on and fastened her shoes, she led me into the dressing room where she sat me down with my back to the mirror and proceeded to apply her make up to my face. Base and light rouge, eyebrow liner, mascara and color to the eyes, bright pink lipstick, and a light coat of powder were all applied. Then she reached into the closet and brought out a brilliant blonde wig and gently slid it onto my head and brushed a stray strand out of my eyes. The golden hair fell down across my nipples, which I might as well call breasts, for the way I was feeling and I felt them pulse through the satin bra.

"Shake your head" she said "and see what that feels like."

I shook my head and had the delightfully feminine feeling of long hair brushing my skin.

"How do you feel?" she asked, grinning.

"Like a woman, I think" I said in a trembling voice.

She spun me around to the mirror and there, to my utter amazement, sat an extremely attractive blonde looking back at me in awe.

"Now, honey, you have some duties to perform" she said as she led me into the bedroom and turned on the television and tape player.

The movie she had referred to was cued up to the lesbian scene. As it started to play, she shut our bedroom door, which had a full length mirror on it, and faced the bed. Snuggling back up to me she began to nibble and suck on my nipples through the layers of silky fabric, again almost making my knees buckle.

"Don't you agree that breasts are one of women's most sensitive areas?" she grinned. Then she pulled my head down to her breast and had me do the same to her. As I slightly turned my head to see the mirror, I was stunned to see the image of two beautiful women, one sucking and kissing the breast of the other. I looked back at her breasts and noticed pink lipstick on the fabric covering them. Looking down at my nipples, I saw the same lipstick imprint.

"It's now time to put that pretty tongue of yours to work" she said, as she turned sideways to the mirror and pushed me down on my knees in front of her, all the time watching the love scene on TV and the one in the mirror. I took my cue from the blonde on her knees in the movie and started nuzzling my wife's pubic area through her sheer panties. She placed her hands on the back of my blonde head and ground my face into her crotch, getting pink lipstick on her panties. Seeing that she was ready, I slid aside her panties and slipped my tongue into her vagina, probing and finding her clitoris and massaging it with my tongue, up and down gently. She almost fell, as I had earlier, and stopped me after a couple of minutes of ministrations. Pulling me gently to my feet she wrapped her arms around me and pulled my head down into a deep French kiss, probing my mouth in the same way I had just probed her and licking up the taste of her own juices.

The women in the movie had moved onto the bed and she led me likewise, positioning me so that my head was in approximately the center of the bed. She then walked around the bed and laid down so that we were in the 69 position on the bed. "Back to work" she ordered, observing the women doing the same in the movie. As I again leaned into her and started tonguing and licking her, she curled around and took my hard dick into her mouth, sucking deeply and taking me as far into her mouth as she could. As she did this I started sucking and tonguing harder and deeper, burying my face into her vagina, hardly being able to breath. She started thrusting her mound into my mouth, and I, in response, started thrusting my dick into her mouth, something I had never done before, usually letting her take what she wanted. She slightly gagged and somehow open her throat and I slid into her mouth all the way to the hilt. She bobbed her head up and down in rhythmic strokes, all the while sucking and scraping her teeth on the sensitive skin of my penis and thrusting her pelvis into my mouth and onto my probing tongue. She reached behind me and started rubbing against my anus, pushing her finger in and out to the same rhythm as her sucking. I reached around and gently did the same to her. As we listened to the cries of ecstasy coming from the TV, we both started moaning and breathing as though we were running a race.

At exactly the same moment that the women in the movie started coming, my wife and I did the same. I could taste my wife's fluids and sense them filling my mouth as I drank deeply. My wife shoved her finger deeply into my rosebud and I pushed mine firmly into her. I erupted into my wife's mouth and felt her pulling back a little and sucking and swallowing my eruption as wave after wave of tumultuous climax exploded across my brain, sucking every breath out of my body and every thought out of my mind. My wife continued to suck every drop out of my dick as it began to slowly soften. I did the same to her as my body began to relax from the explosion of sexual tension.

Shifting positions, my wife disengaged her finger as did I, snuggled into my arms and deeply kissed me, letting the taste of my juices and hers mingle in the kiss. Pulling her head back slightly, she smiled and said "Will that do, birthday girl?"

Her Side

As my husband and I lay in each others arms, our pink, lipsticked lips brushing each other, our white, see through bra encased breasts gently touching, his panty encased dick snuggled against my panty encased pubic mound, I could hardly believe what had taken place. I had experienced the best, most sensual, sexual experience that I had ever had, and, in a real sense, had experienced it as a woman would with another woman. My head was still spinning as I gazed at my husband's feminine face, framed by the beautiful blonde wig I had put on him. It was hard to believe, but with the make up, hair, and the white see-through negligee, he was actually beautiful.

I could not, in my wildest dreams, have ever believed he could be so beautiful. It was like I fell in love with him all over again, but as a woman this time. I could not believe how I was feeling about that, either. I had always been able to appreciate the beauty of other women but had never found myself attracted to them sexually. But, lying here next to my feminine lover, I had the strongest feelings of love, and they were totally feminine in nature. I had always been attracted to my husband's manliness and sense of masculine strength and when we made love had always felt and enjoyed the contrast of male to female, of his hardness to my softness, his hard on to my soft womb, and the sense of being filled up inside by him, both when he was penetrating my vagina or my mouth. As I lay here mulling over these things, I began to think about some of the possibilities that tonight's adventure had opened, possibilities in the exploration of our relationship with each other and of the sexual delights that we might be able to experience.

I looked into Vic's beautifully colored eyes and observed the glazed, contented look that they contained.

"Honey," I said, "How do you feel about what happened tonight?"

"Well," he replied, "I definitely feel that I got what I asked for, for my birthday, an unforgettable sex session."

"How did you feel while I was shaving you and feminizing you with perfume and lingerie and everything?"

"To tell the truth, it was the most erotic experience that I have ever had. I was on the verge of coming the whole time, especially when you started pinching my nipples through this bra. I've never even thought of the sexual act from your perspective. I know that you seem to enjoy the things I do to you and I enjoy doing them because they feel good to me, too. But the feelings of being a woman and experiencing the act from a woman's perspective was just overwhelming. I honestly felt like I was in a woman's body instead of my own, and at the same time was on the point of bursting from my own need to climax. It couldn't have been any better if I had planned this myself, and I couldn't have because something like this has never even crossed my mind. I think the one thing that was the most incredible was the sense of being on the receiving end of the sex act. I always feel as if I am the one doing something to you, but tonight I felt like the wife, and like I was the one being penetrated. It was an incredible experience."

He leaned in and kissed me and I could feel the soft slickness of our lipstick coated lips as they pressed together. I ran my hand up his nylon encased legs and felt him slightly tremble.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing," he said "it's just that your touch feels incredible on my legs through these nylons. I've always known that your legs in nylons felt great to my touch but I had no idea what it felt like to you."

I smiled and ran my hand across his chest, pinching a nipple. It started to harden again as they had earlier when I had done the same. An idea started forming in my mind. I wondered if I dared and whether he would go for it or not. Deciding not to share what I was thinking with him, I kissed his pink lips again and said "Let's get some sleep, shall we?"

He started to get out of bed and I asked him where he was going.

"To get out of these things and wash my face" he replied.

"Why don't you just leave them on tonight? I said. "They are comfortable enough, aren't they?"

"It's not that they aren't comfortable," he said "but that I don't know if I can get any sleep with them on." and with that he looked down at his panty encased dick, which had gotten completely hard again."

"Oh, I think we can take care of that, don't you?" I asked, and pulled her, I mean him, back onto the bed. "But it's going to cost you" and pushing her down, I walked my way up her negligee covered chest on my nylon encased knees, until my panty encased mound was over her mouth. "Eat up now, it's getting on time to close" I joked, as I pushed my mound into his lipsticked mouth. He started licking my panty encased slit as I rocked gently back and forth. I reached back and ran my hand along her panty encased dick, and smoothed the shear fabric over it. I felt her tremble under me and knew that we were back into our muse.

She reached up and slid my panties to the side and once again began servicing me, making her tongue hard and reaching far up into me, curling the tip and massaging my clitoris. I took it as long as I could stand it and then slid back until my vagina was rubbing his engorged penis. Sliding his panties to the side, I gently and slowly slid him into me. I looked into his face. Her beautiful eyes were glazed over and her pink mouth was open and she was breathing in short gasps. I got him into me and looked down. What I saw sent shivers coursing over me.

I told her to look, and when she did she got the funniest expression on her face. You could not see her dick, only the upper portions of two beautiful women, joined at the pubic area. I could see her beautiful blonde hair, her perfectly framed faced enhanced by the make up and lipstick, her pink tongue sticking ever so slightly out of her perfect, pink lips, her gently uplifted, but small, breasts, encased in the see through bra and shimmering under the flimsy baby doll and outer see through shell. This sight culminated in the sight of our panty clad pelvic areas locked together in a love embrace.

I said "If you don't mind, I don't want to forget this sight." and I reached over onto the nightstand and grabbed our digital camera.

"Oh, I don't know" he said, "I wouldn't want anyone to see this."

"Don't worry, no one but us will" I said, teasingly "but even if they did, they would just see two beautiful lesbians making gorgeous love,"

I turned the movie mode on and turned on the camera, pointing it at her beautiful face and panning it down slowly to our panty encased midsections. I had her lick her lips seductively while I filmed her and slowly gyrated on her.

"Now, I want you to imagine that I am the one with the dick and that I am penetrating you" I said. "Can you feel that?" and I moved up and down on her.

She closed her eyes and moaned "Oh yes" and pushed her dick farther up into me. I pictured us on each end of a two ended dildo and moaned myself.

"Do you feel my dick shoving up into your vagina, sliding in and out, in and out?" I moaned as we shoved into each other.

"Take it all, take it in your vagina and take it in your mouth." and with that I set the camera, still running, on the nightstand, pointed at our nylon covered bodies, and laid down on her, kissing her beautiful lips and, making my tongue as hard and round as I could, I started thrusting it into his mouth as far as I possibly could. He received my hard, round, tongue and started sucking it for all he was worth, at the same time thrusting his hips up into mine. I pictured him as being me and me him and I met every thrust with a counter thrust. I reached under us and started pushing my middle finger as far up his rectum as I could reach. Just as I started fingering him, he reached up and started doing the same to me, pushing as far in as he could, and then pulling back out part way and then back in, penetrating my ass with his digit. I returned the favor and just as I realized that I couldn't take it any more, he arched his back and cried out, thrusting his pelvis off the bed, lifting us both into the air, his butt cheeks and anus clenching my finger. I felt the fluids from her penis flooding my womb and I released just then, filling her up with my cum, feeling my penis bursting inside of him, her, and I screamed "Oh yes!!!" as I gasped for breath, and dove back into his mouth with my tongue, trying to reach his tonsils. He sucked, and quivered and whimpered like a little girl, my little girl, and started to collapse back onto the bed. I gave his mouth a quick swab with my tongue, pulling out and licking his pink lips and pushing lovingly with my pelvis against his now spent dick.

Now we can get some sleep" I murmured, flush with sexual excitement.

"I don't know if I'll ever wake up, and don't know if I want to if this is a wet dream."

"This is not a wet dream, my sexy girl lover and you are definitely going to want to wake up tomorrow. This is giving me some fun ideas."

"They can't get any better than this" he said as he laid back, the smell of sex and perfume drifting off of him."

"Oh, I don't know about that" I said grinning, as I reached over and turned off the camera and the light beside the bed. "We've got a lot of years of marriage left" I said and we both snuggled into our pillows with contented sighs, and I drifted off to sleep, thinking of fun days and nights ahead.

Chapter 2

His Side

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.

Chapter 3

His Side

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." I'm not going to put make up on you but I do want you to try a little of this light lip gloss. It is just barely pink and will hardly show on your lips" I told him and handed him the gloss. "Just go along the edge of your lips and then fill in the centers." 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 noticeable.

"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."

Chapter 4

His Side

Riding in the car with my wife driving felt weird to me. I usually did all the driving except when she would relieve me on long trips. We pulled into the sandwich shop parking space and Donna turned the car off. I started to open the door to get out.

"Don't get out yet" she said, as she got out of her door. She walked around the car and opened the door for me. I saw a couple who had pulled into the next space look at us with a puzzled look as I got out of the car. I think they thought I was handicapped until I got out without her assistance.

We went inside and Donna asked me what I wanted. I told her and she told me to go get a table while she ordered at the counter. As I sat down, I noticed the woman who was in the car beside ours had seated herself at a table near ours and was looking at me. I noticed that I was sitting with my hands on the table and my manicured nails were quite obvious to anyone really looking. I felt myself blush and quickly put my hands in my lap. She noticed my discomfort and politely looked away.

As Donna walked up to the table, she noticed that the lady was looking at us again and smiled a little smile and said to her, "I love the sandwiches here, don't you?" The lady returned her smile and replied that she, too, really liked the food here.

Looking at me, she asked "Do you like it too, honey?" I blushed again, too embarrassed to reply and my wife said to her "He usually goes along with what I'm hungry for, don't you honey?" At which I shook my head and agreed.

"That is really sweet" she said. "Sometimes, I just have to go along with whatever my husband wants."

"Well, we've done things that way, too, but lately Vickie, I mean Vic, has been trying to understand my side of things, also."

"I think that is adorable. More men should consider a woman's point of view more often. I think we would all get along better."

"Oh, Vic and I have been getting along incredibly. He had a very special birthday yesterday and I think the afterglow has continued right on through this evening. Don't you agree, Vickie, hon?" She turned to me and winked, to let me know she was playing.

Getting my composure back and deciding to play along I said, as I placed my hands back on the table, "Oh I definitely agree. And my party was a very hands on experience even if it was a big surprise" and I delicately ran my manicured fingers along my plucked eyebrows and lightly licked my glossed lips.

I saw the woman's eyes trace their way across my brows and fingernails, down to my lips, and then drop to my breasts, mmm... chest, as she caught the outline of my bra under my shirt. I dropped my hands back to the table top and, as her husband approached the table, she smiled and responded "And what lovely hands they are, too."

The conversation came to a close as Donna slid into her seat and the girl brought our food. The cute high school girl looked at me and grinned as I adjusted my plate's position. I quickly returned my hands to my lap. It was one thing playing a verbal game with a woman and my wife, but quite another allowing a teenage beauty queen to notice my feminine adornments.

As she walked back up to the counter and started whispering to her coworker, I felt myself blush again. "No one will notice, huh." I said, quietly. "I think everyone who has seen me has noticed. I'm just glad that no one I know has come in here. This was not a smart thing to do. Let's eat and get out of here before I become the laughing stock of the town."

My wife reached over and took both of my manicured hands into hers. Looking into my eyes, she said "Honey, even though a couple of girls have noticed things, have even one of them said anything negative to you?"

I had to agree that they had not and she said "We girls talk amongst ourselves and there are more than one who have expressed that they wished their husbands could walk in their shoes for a day and see how they experience life. I think that you would find that more women would respect you for trying to understand them than would make fun of you for not being manly. So why don't you relax and enjoy your sandwich. No one will bother you, not while I'm with you. You're under my protection tonight, dear. Just let anyone try to make you uncomfortable." And with that she picked up her sandwich and started eating. I picked mine up and, as I took my first bite, I noticed the lady who had been talking to us look at my pink nails and wink. I shook my head and grinned shyly, and setting the sandwich down, picked up my napkin and daintily dabbed at my lip glossed mouth.

As we finished eating and got up to leave, the lady across from us smiled and said "It was so nice to meet both of you. Happy birthday to you, darling," she said to me. "You folks have given me an idea for my husband's next birthday. He loves surprises."


As we walked on past, I heard him say "What surprise is that?"

"It wouldn't be a surprise, now, if I told you, would it?" and as I turned around and looked at them, she winked at me. He looked at me, as we walked away, with a puzzled expression on his face.

As we approached the restrooms, my wife reached out and placed something in my hand. "I'm going in and freshen my lipstick, hon. I'll join you back here in a couple of minutes." and walked into the ladies room. I looked down and found that I was holding the bottle of pink lip gloss in my hand. I quickly closed my hand and looked around. No one seemed to have noticed anything. Then I realized why she had handed me the gloss. I considered for a moment and then reluctantly entered the men's room. There was no one in there and I shakingly opened the bottle and started reapplying the gloss to my lips. I felt myself shudder as I felt the smooth pink gloss slide onto my lips. I applied it to the upper and then lower lip and rubbed my lips together in a slight pout as I started to twist the applicator back onto the bottle.

Just then the door quickly opened and the man from the table by ours entered. I blushed and turned from the mirror, realizing the guy had just caught me putting on lip gloss.

"Don't stop on my account," he grinned, "I think that's your color."

I felt the blush drain from my face. My chest got tight and I thought I was close to passing out.

A look of alarm crossed his face. "Hey, are you all right?" he asked as he grabbed my arm and gently supported me.

"I didn't mean to frighten you" he said. "I thought I noticed something when we were eating. I'm not messing with you. I figured you and your wife were playing some kind of dare game or something. You've got to have balls the size of basketballs to let her get you out like this. I hope she makes it worth your while."

"Oh, it's definitely been worth my while but that doesn't make it any less scary wearing this stuff in public." I replied, as I started feeling a little more normal.

"Well, someone would probably have to be pretty close to notice." he grinned. "By the way, nice bra." he grinned and looking down, I saw that a button on my shirt had come undone and a little of the black, lacy bra was showing. Blushing again, I quickly went to button the shirt when he said "And your nails go well with your lipstick, hon." and laughed as he winked, imitating his wife's earlier wink. "I hope the sex is great if that is what this is all about." he said.

I grinned, and regaining my composure, smoothed my rather longish hair back from my forehead and lightly ran my tongue across my lips.

"Never in your dreams could you imagine." I said and then, as I started to open the door, "Enjoy your surprise birthday party this year. And, don't forget to be surprised." I grinned as I went out the door. My wife was waiting and saw my grin.

"What are you grinning about?" she asked.

"Oh, nothing. Just a joke between girls." I laughed.

Just as we reached the door, it opened and there was my secretary, Gail, caught up short and staring at me. I saw her eyes sweep my face and drop to my chest and down to my jeans. As Donna caught the look, she smiled and said "Gail, how good to see you. We were just talking about you a while ago and I mentioned that we need to have lunch again. Would you like to have lunch with me tomorrow, just us girls? Vic wouldn't mind, would you honey?" and grinned as she took my arm with one hand and Gail's hand with the other. "We have so much to catch up on and I never see you." she smiled sweetly at her.

Gail looked at me and smiled "Well, a girls lunch out does sound wonderful. Gives us a chance to talk about the little feminine things that men are never interested in, doesn't it?" as she swung her gaze back to Donna. Placing her other hand, with her long, red nails, on top of Donna's and squeezing lightly, she smiled. Looking deeply into Donna's eyes, she cooed "And I've been so wanting to get to know the better looking half of this couple better." She grinned and turned back to me. "Just playing, boss. You're coming along quite nicely, too."

"Isn't he, now." Donna turned playfully to me. "We've been working on his grooming and attire, haven't we, sweetie?"

"Well, I try to keep him on schedule, and such, at the office. And I think looks and first impressions are important to generating new business, so if there is anything I can do to help, please let me know."

"That is so sweet of you. I wouldn't want you to go out of your way but I may just have to take you up on your offer." Donna said, returning Gail's squeeze with her hand.

"Mr. Allure has always been a great boss, considerate and appropriate, and I have greatly appreciated having a comfortable place to work. And you both are such beautiful people that I would be pleased to help in any way possible. I feel that any service I could provide would only serve to make beautiful people even more beautiful."

"I wish I had gotten to know you better before now, " Donna said, graciously accepting the compliment as she looked into Gail's eyes. "I feel like we could all be close and that is something you don't always get in the workplace."

"I so agree and I'm certainly glad we came across each other this evening and I can hardly wait to have lunch with you tomorrow. It will be so much fun. We can discuss how to make Mr. Victor Allure more alluring, pardon the pun, but you know what I mean, Donna." and with that she leaned over and kissed Donna on the cheek, but ever so close to her mouth. "Bye now," she said and then turned and, discreetly running her hands up across my bra, kissed me lightly the same way. "I just love you both. See you tomorrow, boss." She turned and walked on into the restaurant.

Flushed at the familiarity she had displayed and smelling the lingering smell of her perfume, I allowed Donna to open the door and lead me out by the arm, her hand brushing lightly my bra. She again opened the passenger door and held me gently by the arm as I got in. Closing the door she came around the car and got in.

Smiling directly at me she said "Now, wasn't that fun, Victoria." and leaning across the car she placed a deep, delicious kiss on my mouth and as her tongue slid into my mouth, her hand gently rubbed my pantied penis and I felt it again start to quicken. "We are going to have so much fun, girlfriend" and started the car. "Let's go home to our love nest, baby. It's almost time for bed."

Her Side

I smiled as I started the car and pulled out of the lot. I had felt Victoria start to harden as I kissed her and stroke her penis and I knew we would have some more fun when we got home. Stopping at a traffic light, a sign that I had seen before but never paid any attention caught my eye. It read 'Cindy's Lingerie and Novelties' and the thought crossed my mind that as long as we were experimenting, maybe we should see what was available to play with. The light changed and after crossing the intersection I pulled into the lot of Cindy's. Victoria looked at me in alarm and said "No, honey. Not while I'm dressed like this. I don't think I can take any more embarrassment tonight."

I looked at him in mock severity and said "First you soil my panties and now you're telling me no. You are definitely going to get a spanking when we get home. You are being a bad girl!"

I saw him blush in the light from the store front along with a quick flash of anger. "Look, this is going too far. I'm not your daughter or your girlfriend. I'm your husband. I'm not Vickie or Victoria, I'm Vic. I admit that my birthday surprise was incredible but my birthday is over and we need to get back to normal. This is not normal."

I saw that he was actually upset and not pretending and my mock severity evaporated into tears. I had not meant to hurt him in any way but just to have some creative sexual fun.

"I'm sorry, honey" I said, as I grabbed a tissue and wiped at my eyes. "I thought you would be enjoying the sense of danger as much as I was in creating it. I had no idea it would upset you. I just wanted to turn you on and keep you turned on as long as I could. You said you had a hard on all day today so I thought you were enjoying our little game. I know I was enjoying it just trying to be creative in ways to excite you. I'll stop if you want, just don't be angry."

I saw him melt right in front of me. The anger evaporated and that same look of love and concern entered his eyes that I have known and loved ever since we first met.

"Oh no. I'm the one who is sorry. I guess my male dominance factor just got activated. I've been on the receiving end of this adventure since yesterday evening and I guess I just forgot that we were playing. I mean it, I'm sorry."

As I realized that things were ok, I leaned over and kissed Vic, our glossed lips sliding over one another and creating a spark of passion. Our tongues intertwined and danced and I felt Vic's breath quicken. I reached down and felt him. he was again starting to harden.

He looked into my watery eyes and said "If you want me to be Vickie, I guess I can play along. After all, it has been an adventure and fun in a risqué sort of way."

I was relieved and pleased that things had not gotten messed up between us.

"Are you sure, Victoria?" I asked as I grabbed his chin and looked him in the eyes. "Because we can stop if you want." and I reached down and rubbed his pantied dick and felt the hard on build.

I heard his breath grow more shallow and his saw his eyes start to glaze as I lovingly stroked up and down on his penis.

"Yes, I'm sure" he replied, squirming under my touch.

"Are you really sure, Victoria?" I asked again and slid both hands up to rub his nipples through the satin bra.

"Yes, I'm really sure" he said as he pushed his chest into my hands.

Feeling though the bra with my fingers I rolled his nipples with my thumb and index finger. He slightly moaned and shut his eyes. Suddenly I squeezed his nipples hard. His eyes and his mouth flew open in surprise and I quickly covered his mouth with mine and shoved my tongue into it, kissing him deeply. He partially relaxed, thrusting his nipples into my pinch and softly moaned.

I backed off of my kiss and gently released his nipples, rubbing them through the bra. I leaned back and looked him in the eyes and said "Then don't say no to me again or this will all stop. Understand, Miss Vickie?"

The understanding started in his eyes, rolled down across his breasts, bounced off of his dick, and back up to roll out of his mouth with an extremely feminine "I understand and I won't say no to you again."

I slid back into my seat and said "That's good, hon. No let's fix our lipstick and go shopping."

He reached into his jeans pocket and brought out the bottle of gloss and started to open it. I handed him a tissue and said "You need to wipe off the gloss that got smeared first."

He looked at me as I sat smiling and smiled back. "I guess I don't know much about this lipstick thing but I can learn."

He began dabbing at the smeared gloss and I said "I think you will be a quick learner, dear. You have an incredible amount of potential."

"Potential for what?" he mumbled as he dabbed the lip gloss.

"Potential to be a very exciting lover" I said, and winked at him. "You've got all the right equipment, and you're beautiful. That's very exciting."

We finished reapplying our gloss and I said, "Wait for me" as I got out and went around to open his door.

"I could get used to that" he said as he got out.

"I'm sure there are a lot of things that you can get used to" I smiled and slapped his behind.

Leaning up to bite his earlobe, I whispered "That's just the first lick. I still owe you a spanking."

He grinned and said "I can't wait" as we entered Cindy's Lingerie and Novelties store.

Chapter 5 '

His Side

As we entered the store, the first thing that caught my attention was a female mannequin, dressed in leather and vinyl bondage gear. I thought that was appropriate since the last thing Donna had said to me was that she owed me a spanking. I glanced at Donna and saw that she, too, had seen the mannequin. She looked at me with a question mark in her eye. I thought, why not. In for a penny, in for a pound.
"Well, you said you were going to spank me. Maybe you should be appropriately dressed for the occasion" and grinned at her.

"My thoughts, exactly " she said "Bad girls need to be handled with discipline, I think."

A fine looking redhead came over to us from the counter and asked if she could help us find anything. I saw her look at my lips and glance down to my nails. A slight smile formed on her beautiful lips.

I was starting to get used to this reaction, so I smiled back.

"My wife is looking for a few things" I said, as I looked at Donna and smiled.

Donna looked at me and smiled coyly.

"Yes, I am." and turning to the redhead said "Do you have a pink negligee in, Victoria, my husband's, size?" she asked.

The redhead beauty looked at me and deliberately studied me from head to foot, taking in my arched brows, glossed lips, obvious bra, and manicured fake nails.

"I think we have just the item in just the size, Miss Victoria." she smiled. "Please follow me and, if you would, try to walk as I walk."

She started walking across the store to a wall where there were a wide assortment of negligees. Her hips swayed provocatively as she walked on high heels.

I started to follow and the redhead turned and looked at me.

"Oh, that will never do" she said, and turning to Donna, smiled and said "Do you mind if I help?"

Donna smiled back at her and said "Not at all. Victoria is just beginning to learn these things."

"Well, she has gotten a great start but she's going to have to work on that walk. I think the appropriate shoes would help, don't you?"

Donna smiled and looked at me.

"Absolutely."

The redhead said, "My name is Jenny and I think we have just the thing?"

She led us to a shoe rack that had all kinds of beautiful spike heeled shoes. Pulling out a box that had a size number a size and a half larger than I wear, she said "I think these would do well."

She had me to sit and unlaced my shoes and pulled them off of my feet, removing my socks afterwards. She slid my jeans up my calf and pulled a pair of calf high nylons from a package lying by the chair.

"Hold out your leg and point your toes" she said.

I remembered this routine from the night before and did as she asked. She slid the tan nylons over my toes, up across my foot, under my heel and smoothed them up my leg. Repeating the motion on the other leg she said "I'm glad you shaved before you came. These look much nicer over shaved legs than some of the hairy legs we get sometimes." She then pulled a pink, 4 inch high heel with two long pink leather straps hanging off of it out of the box and slid it onto my foot. Wrapping the straps in an interlacing manner up my calf she tied them in a bow on the back of my calf. Repeating the procedure with the other foot she then brought out of the box a small hinged device and, wrapping in around the bow and into place, snapped a delicate little gold padlock into place. Repeating with the other foot she reached back into the box and removed a small, gold key.

Handing it to Donna, she winked and said "This is for when you want to let her take them off."

Donna smiled a delighted smile and said "They are perfect. Aren't they Miss Vickie?"

I smiled and admitted that they were very sexy but that I wasn't sure what I was getting in to.

Jenny grinned and, pulling my jean legs down and then rolling them up into a large cuff, said "Why, you're just getting into shoes, darling, and they are perfect on you, don't you think?" and placed me in front of a mirror.

I was somewhat shocked at how the shoes pushed up my calves and buttocks. I found myself trying to straighten my back to keep my balance, which forced my breasts out in front of me. Except for the lack of full make up, I was looking quite good. I might have even given a second glance at me, in fact, that's just what I did. I licked my lips and turned sideways to look at the locks on the back of my calves. I felt my dick start to harden again as I looked at the mix between woman and man in the mirror.

The girls noticed the little phenomenon, too, and giggled.

"I think she likes them" Jenny grinned at Donna.

Donna took both of Jenny's lovely hands by her fingers and delightedly squeezed them to her breasts. Realizing what she had just done, she quickly apologized.

"No harm done. You are both quite lovely and the pleasure was all mine."

I saw somewhat of a glazed look come across Donna's eyes as she looked into Jenny's eyes. Blushing, she said, "Well, let's look at the negligee."

Jenny turned to me and winked. "Now, let's try that walk again, shall we Miss Vickie?"

As she turned and started back across the store, she stopped and flipped the lock on the front door and dropped the blinds on the door and the show window.

"It's time to close" she explained "and I don't want to have to start waiting on any other customers."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Donna said "We can come back some other time. We didn't mean to keep you."

"Nonsense" Jenny said. "It's a delight to wait on you and I'm glad I could close the store so you could have a little privacy while you shop. Now, walk, Victoria, like this" and she again started across the shop.

I gingerly tried to imitate her but found myself balancing precariously on the heels as I followed along behind her luscious rear end.

She reached the other side of the store and turned to watch as I struggled across.

"No, that won't do" she said. "Go back and try it again."

I went back across the store and turned and came back, Donna and Jenny watching my attempt.

"That's still not it" Jenny said, and turning to Donna, "Do you mind?"

"No, be my guest," she smiled, as Jenny placed her hands on my hips.

"Now first, just loosen up. You're all tense."

I tried to relax as Jenny stood behind me with her hands on my hips.

"Now, without taking a step, just try to sway your hips back and forth. Push slightly with one leg and then the other."

I tried to sway my hips, feeling quite foolish, but attempting to go along. I was still not able to move with her hands.

Jenny turned and looked at Donna, who was watching intently.

"Do you mind if I try something that might help? I will need to get quite close." and she smiled as she said this.

"Maybe I'll even learn something. I certainly don't sway like you do."

"It comes with the job" Jenny grinned. "If you want to sell sexy items, it doesn't hurt to prime the pump a little."

Stepping up behind me, Jenny snuggled her pelvis into my rear end and reached around me and grabbed my breasts.

"Now, just pretend that something pleasurable is happening behind you and move your hips like you want it to keep on happening."

I heard Donna's quick intake of breath as Jenny snuggled into my behind.

"I don't think Victoria is going to have to pretend much" she said, as I started to move my hips in unison with Jenny's movement.

"That's the way, honey. Just sway your hips like your rear end is being pleasured and you just want more."

I groaned and, standing, swaying on the pink, high heels, leaned slightly back into the grinding pelvis of Jenny. Jenny swayed back and forth, grinding her pelvis into my ass and holding my chest with her hands while she ran her fingers over my nipples.

About that time Donna stepped in front of me and looking at Jenny over my shoulder, said "Can I help?"

"Sure you can, honey. She's your woman." she cooed as we swayed back and forth.

Donna stepped up to me and pushed her pelvis into my hard on and started swaying with us. She reached around me with her hands and I could feel her holding on to Jenny under Jenny's arms. As we swayed back and forth, I felt Jenny lean back slightly and Donna's hands slid in more onto Jenny's breasts. I heard Jenny softly moan and felt the muscles moving in Donna's forearms. Then it dawned on me that Jenny had shifted so that Donna could squeeze her breasts. Jenny leaned forward, trapping Donna's hands against my back and snuggling her head across my shoulder. Donna looked into Jenny's eyes as her face drew closer, her mouth slightly opened, her breath coming in short, quick breaths. She slanted her head and their lips joined across my shoulder.

Donna kissed Jenny deeply, as she had done me earlier. She ground her mound into my raging hard on and I pushed first into her, and then back into Jenny's grinding pelvis, trying to force her pelvis against my thrusting anus. I was so excited that my, already weak, knees gave way and I started to fall. That caused Donna and Jenny to break their kiss and catch me. As I regained my footing, we all stood there panting with our lipsticked mouths open and dazed looks on our faces.

Jenny regained her composure first and laughed. "I think she's got it, honey. Don't you?"

Donna regained her breath, looking somewhat disappointed but agreeing. "Yes, I think that is the right amount of sway. Why don't you try walking again, Miss Vickie?"

I adjusted my, now definitely uncomfortable, hard on and sashayed across the room, swaying my hips in the same motion we had just been using, and holding my back straight with my breasts uplifted. As I reached the other wall and spun to return, I caught the look of utter amazement on the girls faces. I realized that the walk in high heels had actually not felt awkward to me, even though it had been almost impossible a few short minutes before. I struggled to keep myself upright as the girls ran up to me and grabbed me and hugged me.

"That was amazing" Jenny said, as she held me at arms length and looked at me. "Are you sure you've never worn high heels?" she laughed.

"Not before last night" I replied, somewhat sheepishly, now that my erection was starting to recede."

"Oh, really!" Jenny exclaimed and, turning to look at Donna, said "Is that right?"

Donna grinned and agreed, explaining that we were doing a little playing around last night.

Jenny grinned and said "I love playing around. Let's get you both a few play toys" and led us to the lingerie. Picking up a beautiful pink negligee, she held it up to me. "I think this is just your size" she smiled, and turning back to the rack she picked up another one and held it out to Donna. Holding it up to her neck, it draped over Donna's lovely breasts and I could plainly see how beautiful it was. "We don't usually allow anyone to try on undergarments, but since we are closed and no one is here but us, and I think you will want them, anyway, why don't you both try these on, and these look great with them" as she handed us both a set of pink garter belt and hose. "And Donna, your shoe size is 6?" Donna smiled and agreed. Jenny crossed the store and returned with a pair of shoes identical to mine. Perhaps you can let Victoria out of her shoes until you both change. I saw the dominatrix costume catch your eye when you came in. How would you like to see how it looks on a live person?" She smiled, and placed a hand on one hip as she said this. "It might help persuade you to buy it as they are a little costly."

Donna caught my eye with a question in hers. I smiled and shook my head yes, imagining what Jenny would look like in the leather outfit. She turned back to Jenny and quickly said that we would appreciate that. Jenny smiled and said "Most folks would."

Picking up a couple of packages under the display, she started for the back of the store.

Jenny stepped into the back room and we could hear her humming "A Little Help From My Friends" as Donna tried to extricate me from the shoes. It took a little fumbling around to get the lock undone and get them off of my feet. She slid the knee highs down my legs and removed them. As we stood up and began picking up the items, Jenny stepped back into the shop. She stood there in a black leather bustier, the barest of black see through panties creating just a small triangle over her mound, black leather garter belt fastened to black, mesh stockings which were covered up to her upper calves with black leather, high heeled boots with at least a five inch spike heel. A track light intended to highlight merchandise instead highlighted her voluptuous red hair which splayed out over her shoulders and hung down across her breasts. She slapped a black leather riding crop across her hand.

She stopped as she got up to us. We stood there with our mouths open, astonishment on our faces. "Ok, you two. I see that I'm going to have to help the both of you get dressed." She grinned and lightly whacked both of us across our buttocks. We both jumped and headed for the dressing room, too amazed to even speak.

As we entered the dressing room, she turned to Donna and said "If you'll help me get Victoria ready then I'll help you get ready." She thought I didn't notice as she turned her head toward Donna, but I saw her wink at Donna.

"That would be great" Donna said and began to unbuckle my belt as Jenny unbuttoned my shirt. As she pulled my shirt down off my arms, Donna pulled my jeans down and I stepped out of them.

"That's a beautiful set" Jenny said as she admired my panties and bra "but let's get them off" and reached around and unhooked my bra. Donna looked up at me and slid the black, satin panties down my legs.

"Let's put these on first" Jenny said and as she picked up the pair of pink panties.

Donna smiled and said "That's her second pair of pink panties today."

Jenny grinned and said "But I'll bet these are different from her other pair" and as she slid them up my legs, I saw that they were crotch less. When she spread them over my cheeks, I realized that my anus was not covered at all by the panties. I felt a little awkward but she immediately opened the package with the garter belt and hose and gathered and started drawing the nylons up my legs, sending shivers across my body.

Jenny said "I think she likes nylons" and smiled at Donna.

"Oh, definitely. She shivered like that last night" and smiled back. Turning to me she asked, "Didn't you, honey."

Recalling last night I shivered again and they both laughed as I blushed.

She then fastened the pink garter belt around my waist and connected the fasteners on the end of the straps to the tops of the nylons.

Jenny then had me raise my arms and slid the delightful garment down over my chest and back.

"Look" she said and turned me towards the mirror.

My breath caught. It was fantastic. The flowing garment draped my breasts and hung down, daintily tickling my upright dick through the see through pink panties. "And now, back into your shoes, girl."

She once again knelt in front of me and slid the shoes onto my pink stockinged feet, this time affording me a wonderful view of her full breasts riding in the bustier. As I stepped into the shoes I grabbed hold of Jenny's shoulders to steady myself. Again, I felt the calves of my legs push up and my hips rise higher. I tried to stand straight while Jenny intertwined the laces up my calves and tied them, again placing the locking device over the bow and clicking the padlock into place. As she stood up my hands slid from her shoulders and I allowed them to slide over her breasts.

She stepped back and said "Whoa, young lady. No touching without permission. That's going to cost you a spanking, right Donna?"

Donna at first looked taken aback, but then a smile crept across her face and she said "That's right. She already had one coming from me, anyway."

Jenny picked up the riding crop and I grew alarmed.

"Turn around and bend over" she said to me.

"Look" I got out before she cut me off.

"Now!" she commanded, in a voice that did not allow argument.

I blushed again, but dressed as I was, I didn't feel that I was in a position to create a scene. I turned and bent over slightly.

Whack. The crop hit my rear end. It wasn't a hard blow but it still stung. I jumped and quickly straightened.

"Bend over or I'll really let you have it, Miss Vickie. Bad girls deserve spankings."

I looked at Donna but she made no move to stop Jenny. In fact, I saw that sexual, glazed look in her eyes as she watched. Knowing that she was getting aroused made me determined to play along. I bent back over and purposefully pushed my rear end out.

"That's better" Jenny said and gave me three more licks.

I felt my ass starting to burn but found that my dick was getting harder. Jenny hit me once more and turned to Donna. "Would you like to give her the spanking you owe her?"

Donna took the crop and hit me once tentatively across the buttocks.

Jenny said "You can't be firm if you're going to be tentative, girl. If you are going to play dominatrix you must develop a certain attitude. Now, hit her!"

With this Donna swung and, due to inexperience, really hit me hard. I moaned with the pain but determined not to complain. She hit me again and I found myself pushing my ass into the swing, absorbing the fiery bite of the crop with my buttocks spread wide. The crop bit into my anus causing me to burn all the way inside. By this time I was in a sexual frenzy and pushed my ass out for more punishment. Twice more, the crop bit into my backside. I knew that my butt was red with whelps because I could feel it burning.

Jenny said "I think that's enough, don't you Donna. Let's she if she can remember how to walk properly. If not, we may have to spank her again."

I straightened up on the pink high heels. I looked into the dressing mirror and was absorbed by the sight. I looked at the pink heels, leather laces winding up my calves, the gold padlocks on the bows, the pink nylons held up by a delightful pink garter belt. The flowing pink negligee hung down and barely covered the pink panties, which barely covered my raging hard on and my bright red butt. I fluffed the negligee and saw the pale pink fingernails accentuating my fingers. I saw my arching eyebrows and my pink lips. Except for not having a wig on, I was the picture of a girl any boy would be proud to have on his arm. I stepped out of the door of the dressing room as the girls followed and delicately walked across the shop, swaying my hips like I had done when Jenny was swaying with me. Turning and walking back, I noticed a rack of beautiful wigs. I stopped and picked up a blonde one and fitted it onto my head. I shook my head and allowed it to fall across my shoulders and down across my breasts.

I looked defiantly at Jenny and Donna and walked back to them. Looking Donna right in the eyes I turned to Jenny and taking her into my bare arms, pulled her dominatrix body into mine and kissed her deeply, letting our tongues intertwine. Jenny returned the kiss and then leaned back.

"Not so fast, Victoria. We still have to help Donna into her negligee." and turning to Donna, knelt and unfastened her shoes, sliding them and her socks off of her feet. Standing she began to unbutton her blouse and gently peeled it from her arms. Pulling her close, to where breast touched breast, she reached behind her and unfastened her bra, letting it come slowly down her body, sliding off her arms and baring her lovely breasts. She laid the bra down and reached out to touch Donna breasts and Donna instinctively drew back from the unfamiliar touch.

"Careful now, honey, or you might get the next spanking."

Donna smiled, embarrassed at the remark, and stepped back up to Jenny.

"That's better" Jenny said and began to undo Donna's jeans. Kneeling in front of Donna, she slid them down from her hips, her hands stroking Donna's hips as she did so. She slid them down Donna's shapely legs, letting her hands follow the curves. Donna stepped out of the jeans and Jenny laid them aside. Straightening back up on her knees, her face inches from Donna's mound, she reached for the panties and slowly slid them down Donna's legs. Donna stepped out of the panties and shivered as Jenny leaned forward with her mouth open and breathed softly on Donna's mound. I looked at Donna's face and saw her eyes glazed and her mouth slightly open, her tongue barely protruding, licked her lips.
 

Jenny reached up and taking Donna's buttocks in each lovely hand, moved her face into Donna's private region, snuggling and nuzzling her womb entrance. Donna's knees started to buckle and Jenny's grasp tightened. Parting her lips, her tongue reached out and licked Donna's nether lips. Donna groaned and pushed her vagina into Jenny's mouth. Jenny released Donna's buttocks and lifted her hands to grasp Donna's breasts. Slowly, she let her tongue come out of Donna's vagina and ride up her stomach, rising to her feet, she continued up Donna's body until her tongue reached the valley between Donna's breasts. She veered to the side and took one of Donna's nipples into her mouth, tonguing and gently biting it, bringing it to an exquisite hardness. Moving to the other breast she repeated the procedure until it was equally erect.

Lifting her head, she looked deeply into Donna's glazed eyes and moved in for a deep, passionate kiss, lips smashing into Donna's, tongues entangled and dancing like a Samba in a Spanish cafe. Tenderly releasing her kiss and stroking Donna's cheek, she said "Let's get you dressed, beautiful."

Jenny turned and opened the undergarments. Kneeling again, she slid another pair of pink, crotch less panties up Donna's legs, tenderly snugging them into place, purposefully stroking Donna's nether lips as she did so. She gathered and slid the pink nylon up Donna's leg, smoothing and stroking her beautiful leg as she pulled it up. Then she gathered and smoothed the other nylon into place. Hooking the garter belt around Donna's waist, she hooked the garter straps to the nylons. Standing again, she took Donna's arms and raised them above her head and, taking the negligee from the hanger, slid it over Donna's head and down across her perfect breasts and on down, letting it fall to where it barely covered her panties. Reaching out, she released Donna's hair from under the neck of the negligee and let it fall back into place.

Kneeling again, she removed the shoes from the box and helped Donna step into them. She wrapped the laces around her calves and tied and locked them into place. Reaching out to me, she had me face Donna.

"Now, turn your heads and look into the mirror." We did so and caught a repeat performance in pink of what we had observed last night. I couldn't believe that so much eroticism had taken place in our lives in just over 24 hours. Donna reached out and pulled me into her and kissed me deeply, our glossed lips sliding over each other, our breasts touching, her pelvis pushing into my hard on. Suddenly I heard a whack and Donna jumped in my arms, her hand going back to her rear end.

"I didn't say you could touch each other, ladies. Now, both of you bend over and grab those chairs." Donna looked at me with a frightened look and I tried to assure her with my look that it would be ok. We both leaned over and I found myself again pushing my rear end outward, awaiting the lash of the crop. Donna looked at me and also pushed out her buttocks.

Whack. The crop again fell on my tender behind and I couldn't help but moan. Whack. It fell on Donna again and she cried out.

"Hold your tongue, wench, or it will be harder next time." Donna stifled her moan as the crop again fell on my backside. I involuntarily moaned and felt a tear escape my eye. I looked at Donna and saw tears rolling down her cheeks as she clenched her teeth to received the lash. We each received ten more licks. I found myself burning with, what felt like, pleasure in my loins and began pushing back into each crop stroke, my backside and anus burning with pain and pleasure. I looked at Donna and she was doing the same, arching her straining buttocks to receive the lash from Jenny, even as her hands clasped the back of the chair tightly with each stroke.

"Don't move" Jenny said, as she started out of the dressing room. "I think you both are ready now."

I didn't know what she meant, ready for what. Jenny came walking back in. She had removed her panties and had a double ended dildo strapped onto her pelvis. I could see the back end curved up behind the harness and reaching up into Jenny's vagina. Jenny was rolling a condom down across the shaft and then began applying a clear jell. I thought in astonishment "She's going to screw my wife" when she stepped behind me and began parting my burning cheeks. As I felt the slick dildo start to part my anus, it suddenly started to buzz and vibrate mightily, causing my anus to suddenly open wide. Jenny shoved the vibrating dildo into my rear end slowly, reaching around to stroke my penis through the panties. When she had the shaft completely buried in my rear end she released my penis and grabbed my nipples. Pinching them through the negligee, she forced me to stand upright on the high heels. As I stood up, I could feel my buttocks clenching the vibrating dildo shaft. She turned me towards Donna and said "On your knees, bitch. You know what to do."

Donna fell to her knees and began sucking on my turgid member. After a few minutes I was ready to ejaculate when Jenny reached down and pushed Donna's head back. Tilting her head up, she looked into her eyes and said "Now, get behind me, Miss Donna."

Donna looked puzzled, since I had not climaxed yet, but obediently moved on her knees behind Jenny as Jenny turned me back around and made me grab the chair again. Leaning over me, shoving the dildo even farther into my ass, she told Donna "You know what to do, honey. Use your lovely tongue on me."

I looked back to see Donna slowly move her face into Jenny's rear end. I could see her tongue out and watched her head bobbing up and down as she reamed Jenny's anus. Jenny moaned loudly and said "That's it, you beautiful, ass licking bitch. Make me cum while I screw your lovely, sissy girl, husband until she can't take it any more. More tongue, bitch. Get it deep inside me and make me cum. Run your beautiful finger up into my vagina and rub my clit. Make me cum. Grab Victoria's dick and make her cum. Push that ass back into my dick, Miss Vickie, and take all I've got to give."

As Jenny reamed me and the dildo vibrated inside my colon, Donna stroked my hard on through the pale pink panties and shoved her tongue deep inside Jenny's anus and vigorously rubbed Jenny's clitoris, I climaxed, the end of my penis sticking out above the top of the panties shooting semen all over the chair. I disengaged my self from the thrusting dildo and moved behind Donna while Jenny grabbed the back of the chair. I fell to my knees and thrust my face into Donna's panty covered red ass. Sticking my tongue into her anus, I began to screw her with my tongue, returning her favor to Jenny. Jenny groaned and shoved her ass back into Donna's face, now free from having to shove forward into me. Donna moaned and shoved her lovely behind harder against my face and I tongued her for all I was worth.

I could imagine what we looked like in the mirror. A beautiful redheaded dominatrix having her ass eaten by a beautiful blonde in a pink negligee and high heels who was, in turn, having her ass eaten by a similar looking blonde in a matching pink negligee and high heels. As I imagined the view, Jenny released the chair with one hand and grabbed the dildo, pushing it up into her and shoving her rear end into Donna's mouth. Donna, at the same time reached down with her free hand and began caressing her clitoris and pushing her rear into my probing tongue. Jenny and Donna both suddenly erupted into a pulsing climax, tensing up and quivering all over.

As we disengaged, Jenny turned around and kissed Donna deeply. Then she reached out to me and pulled my face up to theirs. I pushed my mouth into the kiss and we all linked tongues and dipped our tongues into each other mouths in a juicy, three way kiss. Jenny withdrew slightly and said "Do you think you would like the items?"

Donna and I looked at each other and grinned. "I think we'll take all of them, including the dildo and crop" Donna said.

Jenny replied, "Very well, I'll ring them up while you two get dressed."

Donna and I went back into the dressing room. She looked at me and looked down at the shoes and then down at her own shoes. "Just put your shirt on over what you are wearing" she said. It's late and we're not far from home. I don't want to take the time to undo these shoes and change."

"I don't know, hon. I could be in trouble if we should get stopped for anything."

Donna looked at me and leaned over and picked up the riding crop.

"I would think that you have had enough spanking for one night, dear."

I agreed that I had and slipped my shirt on over the negligee. I knew I couldn't get my pants on over the heels so I picked them and my shoes and socks up and straightened up.

"That's better, honey." Donna purred and picked up her shirt and put it on. Then she picked up her remaining clothes and handed them to me. "I'll pay for and carry our purchases" she said and started for the front of the store with her purse.

I followed her, careful to imitate her walk. Jenny had finished bagging everything, including a fresh dom outfit and the crop, boots, and dildo and harness. "I put the wrappers from your garter set in the bag, too, just in case you wanted them for anything. And I see you like your purchases enough to wear them home" she said, smiling, and rang up the total. Donna handed her a credit card and then signed the slip. Jenny's hand lingered a little long on Donna's as she took the slip from her. "I hope you two girls will come back again and if you do, make it at closing time."

"You can bet on that" I initiated as we turned to go. Jenny unlocked and opened the door for us and peeked out.

"I think the coast is clear" and we slipped out but as Donna was opening the door for me a passing car slowed down and two guys wolf whistled at us and sped off.

Donna smiled at me and said "We do look marvelous, Victoria." I got in the car and hid under the clothes I was carrying while she put the packages in the back seat. She came around the car and got in. As she started the car she turned and looked at me. "Hasn't this been an incredible evening?"

I agreed but inserted that my rear end was sore. She smiled and said "So is mine but it just reminds me of how much fun this has been."

As we reached the house and pulled into the drive I could see that there was no traffic. Thankful that no neighbors were out, I waited again for Donna to open the door and then stood in my high heels, patiently waiting while she got the packages and opened the back door. Safely inside, I sashayed into the bedroom, dropping our shoes to the floor and our pants in the chair. Donna set the packages down and turned to me. She unbuttoned the shirt and slid it off of my shoulders and arms. Tossing it into the chair she unbuttoned and removed her shirt.

"I'm going to undo your shoe locks and you can take them off" she said "but I want you to sleep in the rest of your outfit, ok Miss Vickie."

I remembered, quickly, what saying no might bring and agreed to her request. She smiled and squeezed my forearms, pulling me into her kiss.

"Oh, I just love my new lover, Victoria. We are going to have so much fun."

Her Side

I sent Victoria off to work with a fresh pair of pink panties and his new pink garter belt and nylons on under his suit. He wanted to put socks on over the hose but I would not let him. I didn't want him to get too comfortable with his feminine wear. I figured I would let him experience what women did years ago when they couldn't let even their ankles show in public. I also convinced him to put on a very light coating of the pink lip gloss, telling him that if anyone noticed and said anything, he could say that it was an ointment for chapped lips. He didn't mention or complain about the pink nails. They are a very light pink and I honestly think he forgot about them. I had only extended them slightly past his own nails. One thing that I didn't tell him was that I had sprayed just a hint of my perfume into his panties before I brought them into the bathroom and laid them on the counter. I also put a little between my breasts so that if he did notice the feminine scent, he would think it was coming from me. I also knew that the perfume is activated by body heat and would become more obvious as the day progressed.

I got a fresh cup of coffee and clicked on the computer. After getting on line I decided to find out a little more about why Vic had allowed himself to be molded so quickly. I knew that, basically, it was just the great sex we were having in the process. But I wanted to read what other men who liked to wear panties were thinking. I went back to the Pantiesetc site and logged in as a guest and started reading. What I found was surprising to me. Besides the guys who liked men, there were dozens of married men who were either wearing panties secretly or else the wives knew but preferred not to know. I don't know how I would have reacted if Vic had come to me wanting to wear women's underwear. I suppose I would have found it a bit puzzling myself. As I read on, I found that it was a common desire of most of these men that their wives would approve and participate. For most of them, that was not to be and I could see that it created a situation where a lot of stealth and secrecy was needed in order to preserve their relationships. Most of them seemed to feel that they were cheating on their wives in some way.

I leaned back from the screen and thought about what had developed in our situation. I know that the trust factor between Vic and myself has increased. I have always trusted his judgment and leading in our life and I think he is beginning to trust my leading in our sex life, at least I hope that he is. I'm not trying to turn him into a woman because I love and cherish my man. But the last two days have taught me that a sense of the risqué and a hit of sexual danger can be very exciting. Victor/Victoria has had five climaxes and I've had four in two days. That didn't even happen when we were on our honeymoon and screwed around like rabbits. Well, I decided, I know that this is just a game. But it can be a quick hand of Old Maid or a game of Monopoly. I'm having fun and I vote for Monopoly.

My mind drifted back to last night. What an eventful shopping experience. I was surprised that I did not find myself jealous because of the interplay between Jenny and Victoria, probably because I was an integral part of the experience and got as hot as both of them did. I also marveled at my first experience with an actual woman and what I allowed myself to do during the experience. I can honestly say that I have never had the slightest desire to kiss another woman's rear end. But when Jenny took command and ordered me, it felt like the thing to do. When you allow yourself to play around sexually, you never know where it's going to take you. I guess that dressing Vic up and mentally making love to him as a woman open up my sexual door to the actual experience. I thought about kissing Jenny over Victoria's shoulder and started to get aroused.

I started to touch myself when I noticed that it was getting late and I had a lunch appointment with Gail. I found Gail's face replacing Jenny's and thought "I've got to stop this. I'm getting out of control here." Quickly banning the thought from my mind, I showered and quickly dressed. Subconsciously, I suppose, I put on some of my sexier under garments and a sheer pink blouse and black, form fitting slacks. Noticing the pink high heels from last night, I thought "Why not." Pulling up my pants legs I slid the shoes on and quickly wound the laces up my calves and tied them. No need for the little lock today, I pulled the pants legs back down and stood up. Turning to the mirror I could see that I looked sexier than usual, but with the idea that had been stirring in my brain, I figured that wouldn't hurt anything.

Pulling up in front of Vic's office, I checked my makeup in the mirror. As I walked in the front door, Gail looked up and I saw her do a double take as I turned to shut the door. It came to me that my breasts and bra were clearly visible through my sheer blouse as I stood in profile in the daylight. I closed the door and stepped up to her desk and leaning over, took both of her hands.

"I hope you're hungry. I'm starving" I said as I squeezed her hands in greeting. She squeezed my hands back and looking me straight in the eyes with only a hint of a smile, said "I'm famished, and I'm ready to go."

I started for Vic's office when he steeped out of the door. His shaped brows rose when he saw the blouse and shoes. I purposefully glanced down at his crotch in a playful manner and I could swear I saw him start to rise.

"Hey, honey. Gail and I are going to lunch now. We'll see you in a while."

Knowing that we would be having a talk that should help make him a little less uneasy, he said "It's been slow. You girls take as much time as you want. I can cover the phones."

I kissed him and said "That's sweet. I swear you're becoming more considerate by the minute" and laughed as Gail and I walked out the door.

We made chit chat on the drive to a good eating establishment in the area. After receiving our drinks, Gail said "I just love your blouse and shoes. I think pink is such a pretty color. I guess I mean that it makes one feel feminine. You know what I mean?."

"Oh, definitely" I agreed, and deciding to plunge right into it "That's why I've got Vic in pink panties, pink garter belt, and pink nylons today" and looked her right in the eyes to gage her reaction.

"Really" she said, and smiled back at me "and I bet they go great with his pink nails and lipstick, don't they?"

I smiled back at her. "I see you're not taken aback."

"Not at all. I've been know to play a sexual game or two."

"Oh no, not you too." I feigned surprise. She looked at me and smiled sweetly. Setting down her tea, she reached across the table and placed her cool hand on mine.

"Oh, yes" she said. "Games are the spice of life."

I did not remove my hand from her touch and seeing that the opportunity had arisen, I said "Then maybe you'd like to join in ours." Sitting back, my hand still on the table under Gail's I waited, somewhat apprehensively."

Wrapping her fingers around my hand, she gave my hand a squeeze and said "I was afraid you wouldn't ask. I thought about you guys all evening and wished that I could be a part of what you were obviously doing. I noticed yesterday that Vic was aroused but didn't guess why until he bent over in front of the file cabinet and I saw his panty lines. Then I suspected that something was going on but never dreamed that you were part of it. A lot of guys get excited about wearing women's panties but I don't think very many wives know it. Imagine my surprise when I saw you out with him wearing fingernail polish and lip gloss and a bra shape showing through his shirt. What are you guys doing?"

I was about to confide in her when a lady came into the restaurant and started to take a table near ours. I smiled at her and said "We must like the same eating places. This is the second time we've met in less than a day."

Recognizing me, she smiled a slightly embarrassed smile and looking at Gail, her brows lifted and she smiled at her. "And you came in just as this charming couple were leaving, didn't you? My, but it is a small place." Turning back to me she said "You know, I was thinking about our short conversation and I have a, somewhat personal, question I'd like to ask you sometime."

I quickly thought of our few comments from last night and guessed what the topic of her question might be. "Look, why don't you sit and eat with us. I can guess what you might want to talk about and, actually, Gail and I were just on the subject ourselves." The lady looked apprehensive and said "Oh, no. I really don't want to intrude on an, obviously, private conversation."

"Nonsense" I replied. "Please join us. This could be very interesting for all of us." I could hardly believe my own words. Here I was prepared to discuss my sex life with two women, one of whom I knew slightly, and the other not at all.

She agreed to join us and slid her, somewhat portly, body into the chair on my right. I looked at her a little more closely as she seated herself. She had a beautiful, if somewhat aged face, beautiful skin, and a proportional, if slightly large, body. It was obvious that she had really been a beauty when she was younger. Setting her purse on the floor beside her, she glanced at my shoes a little longer that necessary, actually. Looking back up she self consciously looked at my pink blouse.

"Your family seems to like pink" she smiled.

Seeing her timid opening, I jumped right in.

"Oh, yes. Miss Vickie and I have found it to be quite stimulating."

She grinned and said "Well, Miss Vickie looks quite good in pink, too."

Gail spoke up with a question. "Miss Vickie?"

I turned to her and said "Oh, yes. We hadn't gotten to that yet. Miss Vickie or Victoria seemed to be more appropriate for our game than Vic. I have slipped up and used the wrong name in the wrong place, haven't I...." I realized that we hadn't even introduced ourselves.

"I'm sorry. I'm Donna and this is Vic's secretary, Gail. And you are....?"

"Jeannine" she answered, offering her pretty hand to me and then to Gail.

"Donna" Jeannine asked "How long has Vic been Victoria?"

"Actually, less than 48 hours."

She was taken aback and I saw surprise on Gail's face, as well.

"But he seemed almost comfortable being out in public with feminine things on. I would have thought much longer" she said.

"Oh, believe me, he was far from comfortable. It was all I could do to get him into the restaurant."

Jeannine was again surprised. "It was your idea for the nails and bra? And even his eyebrows were shaped."

"It was just my idea of adding a little danger to our game. He probably blushed more last night than he has in his entire life" I laughed a little laugh.

"You didn't think it was his idea, did you?"

"Well, actually, I did."

Suddenly, it dawned on me what her real question might be.

"You said you had a question for me. What is it?"

"Well, in a way, it's kind of irrelevant, since his dressing was your idea."

I remembered some of the things I had read earlier and decided to probe further.

"Maybe your question is more relevant than even you are aware of" I stated. "Please go ahead."

Jeannine swallowed nervously and began to speak "I wanted to know how you felt about your husband wearing ladies things, but obviously you don't have any problem with it."

"Oh, not at all. I initiated the whole thing as a birthday surprise for Vic two days ago. He said for his birthday that he wanted an unforgettable sexual experience. I thought about it for a while and came up with the idea of dressing him up and making love to him like a woman. Well, it worked. He got so turned on by the whole thing that he has had five climaxes in the last two days and, as a bonus, I've had four."

Jeannine and Gail both looked at me in surprise. Gail said "You are kidding."

"No way" I said. "We've both gotten super turned on by the whole thing. It even led to an experience last night that was unbelievable."

Both women looked puzzled knowing that they had seen Vic and I fairly late.

"On the way home. I'll tell you about it sometime," I smiled "when I get to know you better. Back to you, Jeannine. Let me guess. Your husband like's ladies things?"

The smile faded from Jeannine's face and a look of concern appeared.

"Yes, he has almost our entire marriage."

I reached over to her and took her hand, kindly.

"And how do you feel about it, Jeannine?" I asked, tenderly, sensing that this was important to her."

"Actually, I've always felt it was weird, or maybe even perverted, and have basically just tolerated it. He wears ladies underwear almost all the time. He has tried to explain the reason to me but I really just don't get it. I feel that we have grown quite distant from each other, especially in the area of intimacy. I don't know what all he might be doing when we're not together. I don't know if he is gay or what. I know that he loves me and cares for me. He does a lot of little things that other men won't do. He even does the laundry."

"Listen, hon. I know that you are older than Gail and I and, coming from a different generation, you have a more conservative outlook on things. But I was doing some reading this morning and no matter what a man might say about why he wears panties, like they are more comfortable, or briefs chap him, or whatever, the real reason is that it excites him and allows him to feel sexual feelings that he may not feel otherwise. Most of the guys get excited, almost to bliss, by the thought of having sex while wearing lingerie. And I can say from experience that it can be a real turn on from our perspective, too. It's really an exciting mix of sex and fantasy. I'm starting to believe that 99 percent of the pleasure we experience from sex is in our heads."

Jeannine looked at me sadly and said "It's probably been five years since I've had that pleasure, physical or mental. I get aroused, sometimes, over a movie, but we haven't really taken any action in a while."

I looked at her and my heart went out to her.

"Jeannine" I said, squeezing her hand, "I'll guarantee you that if you'll take the initiative in feminizing your husband, the fizz will reappear in your relationship. If he already has the desire, all you have to do to put the spice back in is take control of what he wears and when, and create a sexual command and reward system. And a punishment system, too, when he doesn't do what you tell him to. Not real punishment, but perceived, like spanking his butt or embarrassing him in some little way."

I saw a little light go on in her eyes, and a slight smile.

"I don't know if I could do it. It's not in my disposition and I don't feel at all sexy any more. I think I'm past all that."

"Jeannine, 'feel' is the key word. Go to a store and buy the items you would if you were twenty five and looked like a movie star. Then, buy the same things for your husband and prepare his body for them and then make him wear them. I'll bet you won't be able to get close to him for the hard on getting in the way."

"Honey, I hope you're right. I think I will at least give it a try. It surely can't hurt anything and maybe it will help."

"Well," I said "help him become the most beautiful woman he can be and see how things change. I know that Victoria and I have been having a blast and I think that Gail, here, is going to help us a little."

Gail smiled at me and said "You can bet on it."

Jeannine looked a little funny.

"It doesn't bother you that someone else knows something this intimate about your life?"

I thought honestly about her question and answered truthfully "You know, if you had asked me this a week ago, I think I would have had to say it would. But Victoria and I have had some eye opening experiences in the last couple of days. So my answer would have to be that, actually, I'm looking forward to including Gail in our game. I'm kind of counting on her to help keep Victoria on her toes and excited. Who knows what might develop from that." I looked at Gail and smiled again. She smiled back.

"I, personally, don't feel I would be intruding on their personal lives but rather feel privileged that I am being included in their game. I think it's going to be fun" Gail interjected.

"Look, I've got an idea. The web site I was looking at this morning has places for discussion and stories on this very thing. How about if we write down our stories as they progress. Send your versions to my e-mail and I will try to coordinate it and post it in the appropriate place on the site. I'll talk to Victoria about writing down about how she felt about everything as I feminized her."

Gail looked excited about the prospect but Jeannine was apprehensive.

"I don't think I write well enough for others to read, especially about something I'm not even sure I can do."

"Jeannine, honey. If you have the tenacity to stay married as long as you have, I think that doing this will be a breeze."

"Well, how do I go about it?" she asked.

"Use your imagination" I replied. "That's what makes it creative and fun. And I'd like to be there when you take the first step. What is your husband's name?"

"Philip." Jeannine replied.

"Well, I'd like to see Philip's face when you initiate the first step to turning him into Phyllis." I took out a piece of paper and wrote my e-mail address down for each of them. Handing each the paper I said "Well, Gail, I'd best get you back to work."

"Jeannine, it was so good to meet you and I'm so glad you decided to ask me that question. Good luck to you, and, remember, have fun."

Jeannine grinned and said "Well, I'm certainly going to try. It can't hurt anything and may very well be the answer to many years of uncertainty."

"You go, girl" I said, and hugged her as we rose to go, having finished our meal. On impulse, I hugged her again, and planted a kiss on her cheek. "You are going to be fine. I'm looking forward to meeting Phyllis, sometime."

"I don't know if I am" Jeannine grinned "but there's only one way to find out."

As I drove Gail back to the office I thought about what had just happened. I pulled up in front of the office and put the car in park.

"You just don't know what's going to happen from one minute to the next, do you Gail?"

Gail leaned over to me and, before I realized what was happening, placed a gentle kiss on my lips. "No, you don't, do you?" and swung her legs out of the car.

I sat there, stunned. Then I just smiled and waved bye to Gail as she went through the office door. Damn, I thought. What's next?

Chapter 6

His Side

Gail was smiling as she entered the office. I had just finished a sandwich that I had delivered and was wiping my mouth. She walked up to me as I chucked the wrapper in the waste can.

"You might need to freshen your lip gloss, boss. I think you wiped it all off on your napkin." She smiled and explained "Donna and I talked. I love your little game. In fact, it gets me excited just thinking of you wearing panties and nylons under those slacks. Donna told me to feel free to help out in any way I can, so, take my advice and freshen your gloss. You'll feel more up to finishing the days work if you know you are looking good."

I blushed at the comments but couldn't very well get on to her about them, being dressed as I was. I decided to just play along. This little game would last for a while and we'd all laugh about it later. I had the bottle of gloss in my pocket and started to go into the rest room to apply it. Gail stepped in front of me with her hand out.

"You are so new at this. Let me do the honors" and took the bottle from my hand.

Stepping up close to me, I could feel the warmth of her luscious body through our clothes. She took the applicator out of the bottle and began smoothing the gloss over my lips.

Setting the bottle on the desk, she took my chin in her other hand to steady my face.

"Open your mouth, Victoria, so that I can apply it properly."

I opened my mouth as she carefully spread the gloss over my lips. It was only then that I realized she had called me Victoria. Donna had used the name on me so much the last day or so that I almost missed it. Flustered, I tried to pull away from her. She squeezed my chin harder and smiled.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to use your new name. It's just that there are no secrets between us girls, you know. And it's such a prettier name than Vic."

Looking me straight in the eyes and smiling, she said "I just love the sexy smooth feeling of lip gloss, don't you? And pink is so, definitely, feminine. Would you mind if I try it?"

I had started getting hard from her closeness and teasing and replied, finding my ego again, "No problem. I suppose it's only natural for girls to share lipstick and such" thinking I was making a great comeback.

She smoothed the pink gloss over her beautiful lips, rubbing lips together to smooth them. That reminded me to do the same and I felt the gloss slide over my lips, tasting it slightly with the tip of my tongue.

She put the lid back on the bottle and set it back down.

"There's more than one way for girls to share lip gloss, you know."

She pressed her firm, but soft, body against mine and pressed her glossy lips to mine. I felt our lips sliding against each other in a sensual glide. Gail opened her mouth and gently probed my mouth with her tongue. Responding to the heat of the moment, I opened my mouth and let her probe as she forced her tongue into my mouth. I found myself weak and sat down on the edge of her desk, my legs opening as she pressed her groin into mine.

I suddenly realized what I was doing and pushed her from me.

"I can't do this, Gail. I am a happily married man. I can't cheat on Donna."

"You aren't cheating, Victoria. Donna invited me into your game and instructed me to help you in any way I can. I just want to see if you kiss as good as she does."

I was stopped cold at the implication of her statement. Two days ago I would have called her a liar and fired her on the spot. But today, it seemed as if my world had been turned upside down. Not only was I standing here wearing lip gloss and pink panties with a pink garter belt and pink nylons under my pants and exchanging lip gloss with another woman, but I had seen my wife kiss another woman last night and I had been violated by the same woman.

Gail walked to the door and threw the latch, turning the open sign to closed. Coming back across the room she took me by the hand and led me into my office, closing the door behind her.

"I want to see how good you really look, Miss Vickie" she said as she began to undo my shirt.

Pulling it off, she put her lovely lips on my now fully erect nipples and began to nibble. My penis hardened again, tenting my slacks. Kneeling, she slid my loafers off of my feet, stroking my stockinged feet as she did so. Still kneeling, she reached up and undid my belt and unzipped my slacks, sliding them down my stockinged legs. She had me lift my legs as she took the slacks off and stood to look at me. She studied my arched brows, my pink lips, my pink garter belt and nylons and smiled.

"You are absolutely beautiful" Victoria, she said. "And now, let's find out if those gorgeous lips and that luscious tongue are good for anything besides being pretty."

She lifted her skirt to reveal a pair of black bikini panties under a black garter belt and black nylons. I couldn't help it. I fell to my knees in front of the incredible sight and began to nuzzle her pubic mound, grabbing a firm buttock in each hand.

"Mmm... That's a start" she said and pulled the crotch of the panties to the side. "You'd best hurry if we are going to get any work done this afternoon, Miss Vickie."

I slid my tongue up into her, tasting her delicious womanly taste. Spreading her legs to maintain her balance, she grabbed my head and pulled my face into her, rubbing her vagina against my lipsticked mouth. I probed her clitoris with my tongue, stroking it up and down, flipping it side to side. She moaned again and suddenly clenched her legs, leaning back into her high heels and holding on to my head for balance, her skirt draped over my head. I could feel my hard on tenting my pink panties and yearned for a climax myself. I could feel her juices running down my chin, mixed with my saliva, as she climaxed in convulsive throws of passion. Wave after wave seem to pass over her until she finally started to relax and regain her balance and composure.

Disengaging, she took my hands from her hips and helped me to my feet. She looked at her juices running down my face and pulled me to her, deliberately licking my face clean with her tongue, rimming my lips and penetrating my mouth. I watched as she swallowed the love juices mixed with saliva. She looked down at my tented panties and knelt, rubbing her cheek against my hard on and stroking me with both hands. Pulling the top hem of the pink panties down over the edge of my penis, she took the knob into her beautiful mouth and began sucking.

I started to quiver and she quickly released me, standing back up.

"Oh, no you don't" she said. "Today you're going to be my back door girl."

Pushing me back to my knees, she slid her panties off, and holding them up to my nose, said "You like?"

I smelled the musty smell and moaned, nodding my head. She spread the waist band of the black satin panties and pulled them over my head, centering the crotch on my nose, pulling them tight so that I was forced to breath through them. I was going crazy with the desire to cum. She turned the panties to that my mouth and nose were clear but my eyes were still covered. I could see through the satin as she turned and bent over my desk, holding on with her hands and pushing her lovely rear end out towards me.

"Come on, baby. You haven't finished yet."

Completely in her power, I moved my mouth into place and began licking her anus, running my tongue from below it, dipping it into the opening, and back out, and then rimming her anus, massaging her with my tongue. She moaned and pushed into me. I pushed deeper with my tongue, making it round and hard, pretending it was my hard on, pushing in and out, servicing her for all I was worth.

Finally, she relaxed a little and said "Now, fill me with your spit."

By this time I was salivating uncontrollably anyway, and I quickly lubricated her anus with my spit.

"Now, let's put that little bit of extra gear that you have to work."

I stood up behind her and slid my panties down below my balls. As I placed my hard on against her rose bud and started to push, she pushed back into me. I felt myself slide into her warm, dark chamber and moaned with pleasure. With her skirt riding against my pelvis and my panties putting pressure against my balls, and her sphincter muscles squeezing my raging hard on, I must confess that I didn't last thirty seconds. Pushing in with one final thrust I started coming with tremendous force, pumping her canal full of sperm. She responded by pushing back with all of her might and crying out, coming at the same time in a second gusher.

I held on to her waist as the last of my climax drained from me, leaning my shaved chest against her blouse. As I pulled out and put my penis back into my panties, I started to get my pants.

"You can't just leave a girl all messy" she said continuing to lean over the desk. "Get down there and clean up the mess."

I pulled her panties from my head and looked down and saw my cum leaking from her rectum and looked around for a tissue.

"Oh, no you don't" she said, noting my intention. "That's what us lovely girls have mouths for. Get to cleaning."

Again, embarrassed at what I was being asked to do I started to resist.

"Now you don't want me to tell Donna that you wouldn't finish the job, would you?"

I didn't want her to tell Donna anything about this little episode. Reluctantly, I got back onto my knees. Holding my breath, I started to lick up the cum running out. I managed to get everything clean and gasped for breath.

"That's just the surface, dear. I don't want to be running into my panties all afternoon. Finish up please."

I couldn't believe what I was doing but I put my mouth back onto her anus and began sucking my own juices out of her. She moaned again, pleased at my ministrations. After several minutes of sucking and licking, she was finally satisfied that she was clean enough. Standing up and turning around, she noticed the mess seeping through my panties.
"Oh, Victoria. We can't leave you in a mess, either. Stand up, honey."

As I stood she knelt and cleaned me every bit as thoroughly as I had done her. Pulling my panties back up and snugging them into place, she said "That's my girl. Now, you had better get dressed, even if they are those old boy's clothes, so we can finish our work day. You are probably going to have chores when you get home."

I really didn't want to think about what might happen when I got home. Things were getting too far out of control for me. I was just having to take things one thing at a time. Well, I thought, I'll just have to wear that panty when I get to it and grinned to myself.

Her Side

The memory of Gail's kiss stayed with me all afternoon. From having no lesbian tendencies except to get excited at the video, to having sex with Jenny last night and having Gail kiss me today, I felt things were moving awfully fast. Vic and my little game had spread in three days to include Jenny and Gail, and Jeannine and Phyllis incidentally. But something about the intensity of the sexual encounters made me want to experience more. I seemed to be developing an insatiable appetite.

I got out the outfits we had bought at Cindy's and laid them on the bed. Matching pink negligees, pink crotchless panties, pink garter belts, actually, just mine, Victoria was wearing hers, and nylons, pink high heel shoes with pink leather laces to go up the calves. I laid out both of Victoria's blonde wigs. They were both beautiful.

I took out the dominatrix outfit and was looking at how all the straps and leather fit together with the bustier and the black panties and garter and mesh nylons and the calf high, black, high heel boots. I remembered Jenny wearing the items and remembered her penetrating Victoria and I in our rear cavities and how erotic it all felt. I took out the two way strap-on dildo and examined it closely, seeing how that it fit so that one end was up in the woman while the other protruded like a mans penis. A box of condoms fell from the sack. I remembered that Jenny had put one on the shaft of the dildo. I guessed that they would help keep it clean. Lastly, I took the crop out of the sack. I guess it was my imagination, but seeing the crop made my buttocks start to tingle.

Studying all of this unusual equipment made me want to try it on to see how I looked in it. I undressed and started putting on the clothing. I put on the garter belt and then slid the nylons up my legs, hooking them at my thighs. Then I slid the tiny, see through panties up my legs and into place. Sitting, I zipped the high heel boots into place. Standing up, I could feel that they were higher than I was used to and really pushed my calves and buttocks up. I stepped to the mirror and looked. They were gorgeous. I turned and picked up the leather bustier and zipping myself into it turned back to the mirror. What I saw made me grin. I turned back to the bed and picked up the crop, turning back to the mirror, I slapped the crop against my hand. Smack, smack. I thought I looked pretty dominating. I turned slowly around and looked at my figure in the mirror. Wow!

Going back to the bed, I picked up the dildo and harness. I fitted the harness onto the dildo, put a little vaginal lubricant on my end, inserted it into my vagina, and then fastened it securely onto my body. Although it was firmer than a penis, it still felt quite good in my vagina. I picked up the remote and pushed a button. I almost fell to my knees when the vibrator started. Quickly, I turned it off. My goodness, no one could last long with that thing. I realized that both ends of the dildo had a vibrator in them. No wonder Jenny had enjoyed putting it to Victoria last night. She was being stimulated by the dildo and by my tongue. The thought made me blush with embarrassment at what she had made me do to her last night, but at the time it had seemed quite natural to me. I was so hot that I had turned her rear end every way but loose with my tongue and then Victoria had returned the favor to me. That thought made me want to turn the vibrator back on but then I heard the back door open. I looked at the clock and realized that it was way past time for Victoria to be home.

Oh well, I thought, I might as well have some fun with her. I started for the den with a smile on my face and a raging hard on below my waist. I stuck the remote in the upper rear part of one of my nylons and picked up the crop on the way to the den.

Chapter 7

His Side

Finishing up what was left of the days work, I asked Gail to lock up and went out to my car. Turning the key in the ignition, I got nothing. Trying it several times with no result, I recalled having seen the charge light come on several times recently. I had purposed having it looked at but had let it slip my mind. I called my service man on my cell phone and he said he would send someone by to pick up the car.

Gail came out, stopping to lock the door and I asked her for a ride.

"Sure you can have a ride, anytime" and winked.

"Not that kind of ride" I grinned "my car won't start."

"Oh, darn. But sure, you can have that kind, too. Come on."

We pulled up in the driveway and I asked Gail if she'd like to come in for a cup of coffee. I seldom drink coffee at the office and Donna always has some going when I get home.

"Sure" Gail said and we got out of her car and went into the house. Rounding the corner of the den we both stopped short, our lipsticked mouths wide open. There stood Donna in the dominatrix costume we had purchased last night, riding crop in hand, strap-on dildo protruding, and an extremely amazed and embarrassed look on her face.

Gail was the first one of us to recover her bearings.

"I'm sorry. I seem to have come in at either the wrong time or at exactly the right time, Donna, but, personally, I hope it's the right time."

I turned and looked in amazement at Gail, but she was looking straight into Donna's eyes, her mouth partially open, her tongue slightly licking her lips.

"My car wouldn't start" I offered in a half hearted attempt to explain Gail's presence.

Donna was next to recover.

"Gail, you are always welcome, hon. Would you like to play?"

My heart flew up into my throat when Gail answered.

"I would love to play, Donna. I have been wanting to play for some time."

She walked up to Donna and took her into her arms, leaning into her and kissing her, a long, feminine, passionate kiss. Donna returned the kiss, wrapping her arms around Gail and pulling her into her body, the dildo trapped between their entangled bodies, the crop dangling from her hand on Gail's back. She released Gail and I saw her kind of breathing in the smell of Gail's face.

Releasing Gail, she turned to me and taking me in her arms she kissed me and breathed in my aroma. I saw a slight smile as she turned back to Gail.

"Gail, would you like to help me get Victoria ready to play, and you can freshen up at the same time. I'm sure after a hard day at work you both feel kind of sticky. I think I have something for both of you to wear after cleaning up."

"I would love to help with Victoria and get cleaned up myself. I do feel somewhat sticky and sweaty" Gail replied, glancing at me with a little smile.

"Great. The bathroom is this way" Donna pointed, and turning to me "I kind of forgot to get some coffee going, dear. Maybe later."

Donna led the way, her strap on pointing the direction. I could feel my anus puckering already and hoped to make the best of a delicate situation.

"Let me help you, Gail" Donna said as we entered the bathroom.

She stepped up to face Gail, the dildo touching Gail's pubic area, and began to undo Gail's blouse, slowly, letting her eyes feast on Gail's exposed breasts in their black lace bra. Gail studied Donna's face as Donna slowly licked her beautiful lips. Drawing the blouse off of Gail's exquisite shoulders, she laid it on the vanity and unfastened Gail's skirt. Tossing it on the counter, she placed her hands on Gail's sides, under her arms and traced her wonderful figure down, sliding her hands over Gail's slim waist and out over her curved hips, letting them glide around to Gail's firm buttocks encased in the tiny black panties.

Pulling Gail's groin into the protruding dildo caused Gail to moan with pleasure and start to gyrate against Donna. Donna slid her hands up Gail's back and unfastened her bra and let it fall from her breasts. Gail arched her back and offered her breasts to Donna's touch. Donna lovingly stroked them with her fingers and, grasping each breast, rubbed Gail's nipples with her thumbs. The nipples rose to Donna's touch and Donna bent her head and took one after the other into her mouth, playing with them with her tongue and biting them with her teeth.

I was standing there, my pants tented, enjoying the scene of my wife making love to a woman. A couple of days ago I wouldn't have dreamed such a thing could happen, but now I've seen it twice.

Donna dropped to her knees and unfastened the tabs holding Gail's stockings. Slowly, and sexually, she slid each nylon off, lifting each foot to remove them. Tossing them on the vanity, she unhooked the garter belt and laid it on the vanity. She nuzzled Gail's trimmed mound with her mouth and nose, breathing in her scent. Grasping Gail's hips, she turned her and nuzzled her rear, kissing her buttocks and breathing in the scent from her nether valley.

Standing back up, she again turned Gail back to face her and kissed her deeply, holding her to her body, leather covered breast to naked breast. Gail sagged against the vanity, returning the kiss ever so deeply. They finally broke the kiss after tasting each other deeply, their tongues intertwined and dancing, fighting for dominance. The dildo had been shoved in between Gail's legs and she was moving her hips to rub her vagina against it when Donna stepped back.

"You can step into the shower first, Gail, and adjust the water. I'll send Victoria right in behind you and I'll join the both of you after I disentangle myself from this outfit." She grinned as she indicated all of the bondage gear she was wearing.

Gail stepped into the shower and closed the door and I heard the water start up. Donna turned to me and undressed me. After removing my shirt and slacks she unfastened the garter belt from the nylons and slid them off my legs. Then unhooked and removed the garter belt and pink panties. I felt relieved to finally be out of them and said as much.

"Don't get used to not having them on" she said and winked.

I nodded at the shower and said in a quiet voice "Are you sure this is alright?"

She smiled, and again licked her lips.

"It's more than alright. It's perfect" she said and turned to go into the bedroom, picking up my garter belt as she went.

I got into the shower. Gail was just rinsing off. She looked down at me, my pointer was just starting to droop. She took the moisturizing soap and began to wash my penis and scrotum, running her hand up my crotch to wash my anus and crack. The droop became a pointer again, pointing at the shower head. She grinned and washed the rest of my body including my face and hair. The door slid open again and Donna stepped in. Gail turned to her and, lathering her hands, handed me the soap and started washing Donna's breasts and mound. I ran the soap down her crack and washed her anus, running my soapy finger up into her, cleaning her completely. I figured that it might be to my benefit before the evening was over. Gail and I washed the rest of Donna's body as she raised her arms at the appropriate times to assist.

All of us squeaky clean, we turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. Donna had laid out towels and we quickly dried. Donna turned to Gail and said "Gail, could you do Victoria's make up while I get back into my outfit?" Gail smiled and agreed, turning to the makeup kit on the vanity. Motioning me to sit, she repeated the process that Donna had used on me as I sat there naked, with a booming hard on. As she finished her final touches, she then touched up her own face with Donna's make up, making an already beautiful face come colorfully alive. I swung around to look at myself and was again amazed at the beautiful face looking back at me.

Donna stepped back into the bathroom, slapping the crop on her outstretched hand, fully regaled in her dominatrix costume.

"I have clothing for you both in the bedroom, girls" she said as she pointed to the bedroom with her crop. I let Gail go first and as she passed Donna, Donna swatted her on the rear.

"Ouch!" Gail jumped. "Watch it!" she turned to Donna with a smile. "You might hurt something precious."

Donna smiled back and said "I won't hurt it. I'm just warming it up."

I walked warily past Donna, watching the crop. Just as I relaxed, smack, and she hit me on the buttocks. She struck with enough force that it really stung. I danced into the bedroom behind Gail. Our pink negligees and matching items were laid out on the bed, along with the two blonde wigs.

"Ladies, would you put your wigs on first" she said, pointing at the wigs with her riding crop. Not wanting another lick we both quickly picked up the wigs and put them on. Gail turned to the mirror and fixed her wig. She was gorgeous in blonde hair. She turned to me and adjusted my wig onto my head, fluffing it here and there. When I looked in the mirror, it was very sexy looking.

"Now your garter belts and nylons. Be careful when you put your nylons on, Victoria dear, and don't snag them."

We complied, me catching a glance at how Gail gather the nylons before inserting her pointed toes and working them up her legs and then following her lead.

"Now the panties."

Gail picked up and noticed the slit in the bottom of the panties and grinned as she stepped into them and slid them into place. I did the same, pulling them up over my hard on and snugging it into place in the smooth fabric.

"Now your beautiful negligees, girls."

We settled the negligees into place and looked at ourselves in the mirror. For me, it was almost a replay of last night and I found myself shivering in pleasure.

Stepping around the bed, Donna reached under it and brought out the pink high heel shoes. Taking Gail's foot, she slid a shoe onto it. It fit her perfectly and she put the other shoe on her. She ran the laces up her calves and tied them into place on the back Repeating the process on me she reached back into the boxes and brought out the locking devices which she snapped into place over the bows on our calves and fastened the gold padlocks.

"Let's go into the den, ladies" Donna said as she went to the corner of the room and picked up our video camera that I had not noticed. The red light was already on and she filmed us as we walked into the den. I hadn't known that she was filming us getting dressed. I tried to walk as I had been shown last night and more or less succeeded. Donna set the camera on the entertainment cabinet pointed at us.

Donna stepped through the wide den entryway, into the kitchen and I saw that she had cut lengths of clothesline rope from a package we had in a cabinet. She stepped back into the den and had Gail and I face each other. She carefully bound our left wrists together, wrapping our wrists in almost an ornamental knot. She did the same to our right wrists. She turned and picked up a long piece with a slip knot on the end and slid it through both sets of wrists and pulled them together. Gail and I had our hands sticking up in the air, our elbows bent. Donna moved us into the doorway and tossed one end of the rope over my chin-up bar and quickly pulled it tight, effectively binding Gail and I facing each other with our hands restrained over our heads. I was a little nervous but with my hard on pushing into Gail's beautiful mound, I can't say I was complaining. I was incredibly turned on and the way Gail was breathing and her tongue was slightly protruding from her lovely mouth, I think she was, too.

Donna wrapped the end of the rope several times around the extended part, ran it over the bar again and secured it with a knot. I tried testing it to see if we could get loose if need be, but it was secure. I had put up a very sturdy bar and Donna had tied a very secure knot. Gail and I were almost dangling, helpless to get loose.

Donna observed her work and smiled, noticing my hard on.

"Victoria, honey, you and Gail are free to kiss."

Gail looked into my eyes and smiled as she leaned into me open mouthed. I took her beautiful tongue into my mouth and we became engrossed in each others kiss. I forgot about Donna until I felt her hands pulling the crotch of my panties aside and freeing my hard penis. She took my penis in her hand and slid it through the opening in Gail's panties. Gail felt what she was doing and spread her legs. I bent my knees and moved in under Gail's nether opening. The movement put the full weight of my body on my wrists. I felt Donna spreading Gail's nether lips and helping me to insert myself into Gail. Entry was finally obtained and Gail started kissing me again, deeply, almost shoving her tongue down my throat as she attempted to bob up and down on my erect penis.


Suddenly, I felt a rope around my waist. Donna was tying Gail's and my waist together. She picked up more rope and tied our thighs together making it much more difficult for us to move up and down. We were standing with our feet intertwined and she pulled rope around our ankles, tying our right and left ankles together. We were completely trussed together. Neither of us could move to any extent. I could not have withdrawn from her if I had tried, which I didn't want to anyway. The emotions of being so immobilized in such a position were overwhelming.

Suddenly I heard a whack from the crop. I opened my eyes and Donna was standing behind Gail, the crop raised in her hand. Gail had jerked at the lash, nearly jerking off my penis. Down came the crop again on Gail's behind. I saw tears form in her eyes.

"Ouch, Donna, that hurts."

"Miss Donna, Gail."

"Come on Donna, that really hurts."

Down came the lash on Gail's buttocks again.

"Play the game, Gail. It is Miss Donna!"

"Stop, Donna. Untie us. This is too much."

The tears were really rolling now.

"Donna, that's enough" I said, realizing that Gail was getting frightened.

Whack! The crop came down on my backside, much harder than last night. I jumped, thrusting my hard on into Gail.

"Miss Donna, Victoria. You girls have got to get it right."

"You've got to let us go" Gail cried.

The crop fell again on her backside. She again thrust into me and I found myself, despite the situation, getting incredibly aroused. I wanted Donna to stop hitting Gail, but I found that I really didn't want the situation to end, it was so erotic.

I tried to insert reason into my voice.

"Donna, you..."

Whack! My backside was really fired up.

"Miss Donna!" Donna again said, almost screaming at me.

All of a sudden, I realized that something was wrong. This wasn't just a game right now.

"Miss Donna" I quickly said as I again pushed up into Gail's vagina.

"Gail?" I heard the question in Donna's voice.

"Miss Donna" Gail acquiesced, her voice trembling and tears running down her cheeks to drop onto my chest. I kissed her eyes, tasting the salty tears. I was feeling sorry for her and for getting her into this.

"That's better, girls" she said and I saw her rolling a condom onto the shaft of the dildo and smearing vaginal lubricant on the condom. "Did you girls have fun at the office this afternoon, Gail?" she said, smiling behind Gail.

"What do you mean?" Gail asked, looking startled at me.

I pushed up into her again. I felt like I was getting close to climaxing, and in spite of the seriousness of the situation, could not stop myself.

"I mean did you have fun letting my husband take you in the rear and then making him eat you out afterwards. I could smell it all over both of you." Donna stepped up behind Gail and, reaching between us, caressed her breasts.

"It just kind of happened, Miss Donna. You got me so hot with your game that I couldn't help myself. I just had to see Victoria in her undies and one thing led to another. You said I could join in your game."

"Join in by helping feminize my husband, not by humping her. Did she feel good up your rectum?" Donna asked, as she leaned around and kissed Gail's tears.

"Oh, yes" Gail said "she was incredible."

"Does she feel good in you vagina?" she purred into Gail's ear.

Gail, now fully aroused again, ground onto my penis.

"Definitely, she feels good with her little girl penis in my womb."

"Well, I hate to see you not fully satisfied so here" and with that she shoved the lubricated, fabricated penis against Gail's back door.

Startled, Gail flinched and tightened her anus.

"Open up, honey. Victoria and I are going to make your dreams come true, aren't we Miss Vickie?"

I could only moan.

Gail relaxed and the huge dildo started to move into her rectum. Donna had her hands on Gail's shoulders and I saw the remote in her hand. She pushed a button and Gail started thrashing as the dildo started a full strength vibration as it slid fully into her bottom. Donna pushed another button and she started humping Gail in earnest as the other vibrator kicked on. Almost as quickly as she was fully penetrated, me filling her vagina and Donna her rectum, Gail cried out and went limp, hanging from her wrists, riding on my hard on, as I braced my self on my high heels and tried to keep some of the pressure from our wrists.

Donna slid out of Gail's back end and stepped behind me. I felt the slick shaft probe for my anus and tried to relax as much as possible. The vibrating shaft penetrated my anus and crept up my colon, touching my prostate gland. My anus clenched the shaft. I pounded into Gail and pushed my rear back onto Donna's hard penis, clenching onto the vibrating shaft. Imagining that I was being filled in my vagina by Gail and my rear by Donna. Donna reached around and pinched my nipples through my negligee.

All of a sudden I felt Donna thrashing on the dildo, I felt my prostate gland exploding into a star burst explosion and my penis throbbing in climactic orgasm. My butt was on fire from the spanking and my wrists and arms were killing me from hanging in the doorway. I had the most intense climax that I have ever had, even more intense that the days before. I sagged, hanging from the rope with Gail by our wrists. Donna reached up and pulled a piece of rope and we all came tumbling to the floor, me on top of Gail with my penis still inserted into her, Donna on my back with the dildo still inserted. Donna grabbed me and rolled Gail and I sideways to get our weight off of her.

Donna, snuggle into my backside with the dildo pushing into my rectum while she wrapped her arms around Gail and me.

"Do you still want to play, Gail?" she asked as she looked deeply into Gail's eyes.

"My mind tells me I should say no. But my feelings are screaming yes. You bet I do, Miss Donna."

Donna leaned over me and kissed Gail deeply.

"I love both of you girls" she said "and I think we can please each other deeply, given time."

"I've got all the time in the world" Gail said, contentedly, and pushed her matching pink negligee into me and I pushed my panty clad pelvis into her and wiggled my rear as my beautiful, dominatrix wife pushed her tool into me. After all, being trussed up like we were, what else could we do?

Chapter 8

His Side

I woke up the next morning and stretched luxuriously under the sheets as the cobwebs in my mind slowly dissipated. As I ran my hand across my chest and felt the prickly stubble of hair, the sexual activities of last night came rushing back across my mind. I remembered the completely erotic emotions of being tied to Gail and hung from my chin up bar, the step by step elimination of freedom of movement by the use of the ropes that Donna had tied us with in strategic places on our bodies, the welts from the riding crop across our buttocks as Donna punished us for our indiscretions at work yesterday, and then finally, the ramming up my rectum of the huge dildo that Donna was wearing.

I had let Donna lead me into doing a lot of sexual things that I normally would not have done. The sex was so good and the climaxes so intense that I had offered little resistance to her leadings. But now, as I thought about things, I realized that we were going to have to put the brakes on. Things had gone way too far. I was prancing around in high heels and being used as a woman by another woman. I like sex, but enough is enough.

Just as I started to crawl out of bed, Donna stirred.

"Why are you getting up so early?" she asked, sleepily.

"I've got to get ready for work" I replied, as I swung my legs over the edge of the bed.

"No you don't, baby, it's Saturday" she purred, sliding over to me and wrapping her arms around me.

I realized she was right and told her I would be back to bed after I took a leak.

As I passed the bathroom mirror, I caught a glance of a blonde woman with disheveled hair, disarrayed nightie, and smeared makeup, looking back at me. I pulled down the pink panties and sat down to pee. After emptying my bladder, I stood and flushed. Turning to the mirror, I looked at myself. I looked silly. I took the wig off and laid it on the counter. I pulled the pink negligee over my head and laid it there, followed by the garter, nylons, and panties. Picking up a wash rag, I wet it and did my best to remove the leftover makeup from my face.

When I finished, I looked in the mirror. I looked like a shaved chest, stubble faced, sleepy eyed man on a Saturday morning who had gotten up a couple of hours too early. I went back to the bedroom and crawled back in bed. Donna snuggled up to me, sleepily and ran her hand across my chest. She opened her eyes and looked at me.

"Where's my sweet Victoria?" she asked, pouting.

"Victoria's on the bathroom counter, honey. Vic's here in bed with you" I asserted.

"Mm, ok honey. Let's go back to sleep."

I dozed off with Donna snuggled up next to me.

Later we both started waking up. I crawled out of bed and opened my dresser drawer. Pushing the panties aside I grabbed a pair of BVD's and went to the bathroom to shower. As I ran the soap across my body, I felt the stubble of hair in the places where it had started to grow back. Darn, that was going to itch, I thought. Without thinking, I reached up and grabbed my razor. Sudsing up, I shaved off all of the stubble, until my skin felt soft and smooth to my touch. There, that was better. I turned off the hot water and stepped out of the tub. As I swooped up the towel from the counter a pair of black lace panties fell to the floor. I reached down and picked them up and laid them back on the counter. Then I realized that my BVD's were not there, neither were the items that I had taken off earlier.

Instead, Donna's make up kit was opened in front of the bench. I picked up the panties again. They were so lovely and delicate. Although I didn't intend to wear panties today, I just had to try them on. I leaned over and stepped into them, sliding them deliciously up my freshly shaved legs, settling them onto my freshly shaved crotch and buns. They felt wonderful and looked even better. I watched as my penis started to come alive again. I could hardly believe it, considering the workout it had over the past two days. I felt a flush come over my body and felt my resolve slipping away. I looked at the make up sitting opened on the counter and felt an overwhelming desire to apply some to my face. My penis twitched again and I pulled the bench out and sat down facing the mirror.

I lightly applied the foundation, remembering what Donna and Gail had done. Then I worked on my eyes, accenting my shaped brows, coloring my lids, and extending my lashes carefully with the mascara. After my eyes had come femininely alive, I applied blush on my upper cheekbones, and finished with some dark red lipstick. My face was even bolder than when Donna or Gail had applied it. I didn't seem to have the light touch. I sprayed on the body spray that I was beginning to love.

I went into the bedroom and there were clothes on the bed and the blonde wig was carefully combed and sitting on a star foam head. I picked up a black lace bra and looked at it. The cups were smaller than on Donna's bras. I slipped my arms into the straps and slid it into place. When I tried to reach behind me I realized that I could not fasten the hooks. Taking it off, I wrapped it around my waist backwards and hooked it. Then, turning it around, I slid it up my smooth chest, slipping my arms into the straps and working it up into place. Everything seemed to fit perfectly.

I looked in the mirror at myself standing there in black lace panties and black lace bra, with my face made up. I couldn't stand it. I rushed to the dresser and picked up the blonde wig and gently pulled it onto my head, adjusting the hair around my lovely face and pouting my lips. I shook my head, feeling the hair brush my shoulders and watching if fluff around my face. Smiling at myself, I felt like a hooker propositioning a John. I blew a kiss at myself and went back to the bed. I properly hooked on the garter and positioned it. Rolling the black nylons up, I slid them up my smooth legs and hooked each into place, smoothing them with my hands, sliding my hands up my legs. I noticed the pink polish on my nails and extended my hands to look at them.

Turning back to the bed, I picked up the black, satin shirt lying there and slid my arms into it. It fit great and as I went to button it up I found that I was fumbling with the buttons. Then I realized that they were on the opposite side from my shirts. I was putting on a blouse. I got it buttoned and looked in the mirror. It was a great looking blouse, all shiny and form fitting. My breasts jutted out properly in front of me.

I picked up the black stone washed jeans and slid into them. They, too, zipped up opposite of my regular jeans. I had to wiggle to get them up into place and jump up and down to settle my buttocks into them. When I tried to zip them up, I had to suck in my stomach. Getting them zipped and snapped, I turned and looked again at myself. The jeans fit like skin. They looked great, but I could hardly move in them. I could see the bulges of the garter clips.

On the floor was a pair of black strapped high heels. I sat on the edge of the bed and did my best to get them fastened onto my nyloned feet. It was very difficult with the tight pants. Finishing, I breathed a sigh of relief and stood up. The pink of my toenails showed slightly through the black of the nylons. The shoes pushed my buttocks up and accented the calves of my legs. I looked great. I looked hot. I couldn't believe I had done this by myself without Donna helping.

I walked into the den, my heels clicking on the floor. Donna was sitting on the sofa with the TV on. She was still in her gown. She looked at me.

"You look incredible!" she grinned.

"Thank you" I replied and did a twirl for her. I had completely forgotten my resolve to end this feminine charade.

"Honey, there's a black purse on the table with car keys and money in it. Would you be a sweetie and go get us some coffee and donuts?"

I stopped in my tracks, stunned.

"I can't go out like this" I said.

"Like what, honey."

"In woman's'' clothes, that's what!"

She got up off the couch and led me into the bedroom in front of the mirror.

"Look at yourself. What do you see?" she asked.

"A beautiful blonde woman" I replied, "but I know what is under all of this."

"That's ok, honey. No one else does. Just remember how to walk like Jenny showed you and talk in a light falsetto. Your only problem will be dealing with the men who want to hit on you.

Now, please, go get me some donuts. I feel like indulging."

With that she slapped me on the rump and sent me through the door. I picked up the purse and went out to the car. It felt awkward, managing the pedals with high heels on, but I managed to pull out of the drive. As I did, one of our neighbors looked me over good as I pulled down the street, a puzzled look on his face.

I pulled up to the front of the donut shop, turned off the car, opened the door and swung my legs out. Hoisting myself up onto the high heels, I gingerly stepped aside and closed the car door, then walked up to the storefront, remembering my walk. As I walked into the shop, I could feel the eyes of several men, sitting there with their coffee, running over my body. So this is what women deal with, I thought. Walking up to the counter, I allowed myself a little extra sway. Give them something to look at. Placing my order, I could see the nostrils of the teenage boy who was ringing it up flaring, as he took in the feminine odor of my body spray. As he tried to make change, he dropped coins all over the floor.

"That's all right, honey" I purred, in my best falsetto voice. "When you get around to picking them up, you just keep them."

I picked up the box and cups of coffee and walked sexily out of the shop. Fumbling with the food and my keys, a man who had just gotten out of his car, hurried over and taking the box and cups, said "Here, let me help." I thanked him, opened the door and slid in. He handed me the donuts and coffee.

"The pleasure was mine, miss." He grinned as he closed my door. I was starting to understand the power that women have over us men. I thought about what I was thinking, looked in the mirror at myself, and thought again. Well, over men.

I got home and took the food into the house, fumbling with packages, keys, and purse, tripping slightly as a heel caught the door jamb. As I rounded the corner of the den, I saw that Donna was watching last nights video and masturbating. When she saw me, she smiled.

"Would you finish me off, please, Miss Vicky? I'm almost there. I set the food down and fell to my knees between her legs.

"It would be my pleasure, Miss Donna" I breathed, in my best falsetto, and proceeded to do what I was being trained to do, and I think I did it pretty well, too.

Continued in part two