"My, my, my, aren't you the camp slut, sissy," Jamie said in a lisp of a voice as he walked past me. I glanced up, taking in the sight of Sara's quite obviously gay stylist. The situation was as awkward, and to become more so.
"Jamie, thanks for making a house call," Sara called from the edge of the room.
"Anything for you, love," he swooned. "Just who is your other helper? She's adorable."
Sara laughed. "That's my husband, Jamie. Why? Something interests you?"
"Get out! You are the kinky bitch, aren't you? Your husband! Dressed like the camp vamp? My God, Sara, look at those tits! He has all his parts?" he asked, moving closer to me, a hungry look in his eyes.
"Yes, you tramp, he has all his parts," she laughed. "Stop staring, James, you are going to scare the poor thing."
She was right; I'd taken several steps backwards from his predatory eyes.
"Afraid I'll bite," he lisped, looking at me. "You know Sara, if you ever want to loan her out for some...cleaning," he laughed.
I gasped, eye brows up, horrified.
"Jamie, get over here please," Sara arched her eyes, "Julie is mine...for now, anyway."
My stomach lurched at her implicit threat or promise.
"Okay, okay, but seriously, just a night with that, hmmm," he laughed.
I was so humiliated, damn my wife. And fuck me, straining in my panties too.
"We will be in the dining room, Jamie, right through there," Sara said, pointing him in the right direction. He stopped as he passed her, kissed her on the cheek, and walked out of the room. "Coming, love?" Sara asked me.
As I walked by her, Sara leaned over and whispered in my ear, "It seems my maid has an admirer. Maybe someday I should loan you to him for a day. I know he'd find something for a sissy maid to...clean."
I almost collapsed.
"Don't just stand there love, come on," she ordered me as she walked out of the room following Jamie.
"So, Sara, what are we doing today," Jamie lisped?
"Oh, just something with my hair, style it, not cut, and my nails."
Jamie went to his bags and starting taking out the tools of a stylist, "What's the occasion?"
Sara turned away from Jamie and looked directly at me, her eyes burning into mine. "I have a date."
I felt like I'd been punched in the stomach. It sounded so wrong at that moment. Standing there, dressed up, maid-like, a gay man in the room with us, it sounded so awful, so humiliating. But, in a way, that's just what we both wanted, I'm sure.
"A date," Jamie asked, actually taken back by her response. I didn't think that's what he expected. "You mean...you...you..."
Sara chuckled while I blushed. "A girl needs a man, doesn't she?"
"Oh, Sara, that's just too precious. Your husband feminized and cuckolded! You go girl!"
"Jamie, don't get the wrong idea. I love my husband very much, but he knows I need a man sometimes."
"Oh, I agree, who doesn't need a man now and then," her friend said, turning to look at me. I couldn't even look at Jamie, I was blushing so deeply.
"Are you...I mean...well, I don't mean to pry, Sara, but when you date...do...do you...?"
"Will he get lucky?"
Jamie laughed. "Yea, that's one way to put it, girlfriend."
"Jamie, he is going to get very lucky. Lucky enough to make you wish you were into girls."
"Well, some girls do it for me," he laughed, emphasizing 'girls" and looking over to me.
Sara laughed again. "Jamie, she's not into that...yet."
Jamie frowned. "Well, that's a bummer. Look at those lips...I can only imagine..."
"Jamie, if you only knew."
"Oh?" he raised his eyebrow.
"Well, my husband has not tasted the flesh of a cock yet, but she has spent time practicing on my silicone cock, and she does quite well," she beamed.
I was literally in pain again. My cock was so swollen in the chastity cage, I was close to doubling over. Their conversation was pressing every humiliating button in my erotic body.
"Hmm, I can imagine," Jamie lisped again, resuming his task of getting ready to make my wife pretty.
I spent the next couple of hours hovering over Sara, silently watching Jamie do her hair and her nails. If nothing else, Jamie knew how to make a woman look her best, and Sara looked like a prom queen or a bride, the beauty of the room for sure.
Finishing, packing up, Jamie looked at my wife. "You are ravishing, you know, your date isn't going to be able to keep his paws off you."
"I'm counting on that, Jamie," she said. "What do I owe you?"
"Well, we could work something out," Jamie laughed, looking over at me, eyeing my body, making me shudder.
"Jamie," she laughed, "Stop it. "Maybe some day you can do her...perhaps even her hair. But now, please, here!" She laughed as she handed him some bills and shooed him out the door.
"Upstairs, my maid, I have to finish getting ready."
And upstairs we went, to the bedroom, so Sara could finish preparations for her night of passion, and my night of agony. Pure agony.
Sara sat at her makeup table, the instruments of beauty arrayed around her, and untied and slipped her arms out of her robe, let it fall around her waist, her breasts thrust forward. Even without makeup, with her hair done, I couldn't help but marvel at her natural beauty, statuesque.
"You may do my makeup, Julie," she commanded, turning her face up towards me.
I trembled slightly, assigned the task to make my wife look beautiful for another man. Really, to make her appealing, sexual, feline, all to please him, to bed him. I was not as skilled in the womanly arts of makeup as she was, but I'd had some weeks of practice now, and felt obligated to rise to the challenge.
It was amusing to bend over her and watch Sara's vision catch sight of my breasts, looking at them. I'd never imagined how erotic it could be to put makeup on one's wife. Of course, her naked torso, my attire in the maid's uniform, her activities planned for this evening heightened every cell in my body!
I exaggerated her makeup without making her look slutty. I suppose I went for the prom look, or bride's maid look. Certainly more than Sara wore on a normal work day, it was enough to make any man's heart flutter, and any woman to know it was a special evening. Sara certainly seemed very pleased, casually running her fingers on my stockings, making my own heart dance her tune.
"A little rouge on my breasts, please," Sara said, "something appealing for my date."
Her date.
My wife's date.
Yes, yes, we must make our wife's breasts look pretty for her date.
For her lover. For the man who would be playing with them tonight.
Sara smiled at me. That guilty smile.
"You've done a lovely job, Julie," she said, admiring herself in the mirror.
"Thank you Mistress," I said, curtseying before her.
"I think I should be getting dressed now, don't you? I know Steve has reservations, so I can't be late. Go get the bag hanging on the back of my closet door, my outfit is in there."
I did as ordered, brought the bag to her, and opened it up when she indicated to do so. All was in there, lingerie, shoes, dress, all the things my wife bought for her date, bought to seduce a man.
Sara stood, her robe fell to the floor. "You may dress me, sissy," she commanded, "make your wife pretty for her date."
Of course her lingerie started with a garter belt. She could have gone bare legged, but pantyhose were out of the question. And why go bare legged when you are going to seduce a man? No, no, a garter belt and stockings were certainly appropriate.
My hands trembled as I carefully took the ivory satin and lace six strap garter belt and wrapped it around Sara's dainty waist, and placed the hook and eye clasps together behind her, the straps dangling to her thighs.
"Where is the bra?"
"In my drawer. I don't need it," she said. I was now painfully half erect in the chastity cage.
I knelt before
her, one ivory stocking in my hand, slowly, erotically, worked it up her right leg. I caught a whiff of her, the musky smell. She was damp. After I attached the stocking to the garter straps, I repeated the process with the other leg. There was no more erotic act I'd ever done with her.
There were panties in the bag, sheer ivory. I picked them up and looked at her.
"You are thinking the same thing I thought, Julie. Should I wear panties? It would certainly be erotic without them, wouldn't it? Steve would love it. But then, as you certainly could tell, I'm already damp. Fuck, I'm so excited. It might be just a tad too slutty to go without panties, so please, continue."
I opened up the panties, but before holding them out to her legs, I slowly brought the crotch up to my mouth, my eyes never leaving her. I carefully kissed the sheer crotch, leaving the slightest touch of lipstick, blessing them, in a way, and my wife's pussy, to be used by another tonight.
She leaned on my head as I helped her into the panties and worked them up her stockings, her bare thighs, the garter straps and over her ass and pussy.
"Perfume."
I got her CK Eternity, the scent that drove me wild. She pointed to her neck, which I sprayed. She then moved to each wrist. Then each breast. Then, her crotch, and I gasped, spraying her temple.
"Get my dress, then the heels, lover."
Her dress was light, flirty, soft, almost sheer. A rose or mauve color halter dress, trimmed with sheer edges, a light pink flower pattern woven throughout. I slipped it over her head, smoothed it out. It was tight on her breasts and waist, flared out just a bit at the hem, one side ending at mid thigh, the other just below the knee.
Fuck!
Sara was fucking amazing. Oh my god was she amazing. Her beauty left me breathless. Her golden hair rested on her shoulders, her legs danced in the light, her breasts swelled the bosom of her dress. She had never looked so radiant, even on our wedding day.
I knelt before her to slip her feet into cream strappy heels.
"Oh God, Sara, I love you," I whimpered, head down, kissing her feet, I was so overcome with love for her.
"Look at me lover," she whispered. "Take my hand."
She held her left hand out before her. "Look at my wedding ring. Do you give me away tonight of your own free will? Do you agree I may do what I want? What ever I want? Do you want it? As much as I do?"
"Yes, Sara, yes," I whispered.
"Kiss my ring then, lover."
I did so, passionately, kissing away my wife for the evening, pledging her to Steve, to her happiness and his.
"Lover, Steve will be here in just a few minutes, so..."
"Sara, please, I can't let him see me like this," I started to beg.
"Julie, Julie, you really have to get over your fear of men, you know. How are you ever going to satisfy your appetite for a cock if you don't want a man to see you like this? You think a man wants to see you playing dress up, wearing mens clothes? Silly, a man is going to want you looking like the pretty girl you are when you kneel in front of him."
"But don't worry, I know, I know, you aren't ready yet, that's okay. I don't want you seeing Steve anyway, I want him thinking about fucking me all night, not getting a blow job from you. The only question is what to do with you."
"What do you mean?"
"What should I do with you while I'm out? This is about you as much as it is about me. I know how much thinking about your wife with another man excites you and I want you to feel like that all night. I don't want you trapped in chastity, I want you thinking about this all night, lover, thinking about me with Steve. However, I also don't want you beating off the second I leave."
"So?"
"So, take off your dress and petticoats and lie back on the bed."
I did as she ordered, stripped down to my lingerie, got on the bed on my back.
"Spread your arms and legs out, Julie," she said. She had restraints in her hands; she clearly meant to tie me up. Buckling my wrists and ankles apart, spread eagled, she said, "now I can take you out of that silly chastity cage, but you will not be able to do anything but relax and think about me all night."
As she unlocked the cage, I popped free, blood quickly filled my formerly trapped cock.
"Ooooo, Sara, it hurts," I whined.
She laughed. "I bet it does, baby. Just think how sore its going to be all night, hard, unable to cum. I imagine you will go soft now and then, think of me, and get hard again. You are going to go wild, lover."
She got up from the bed and walked over to her laundry hamper. She rummaged around and came back with a couple of pairs of panties in her hands. "I've been saving these panties, baby. I've masturbated with them both several times this week, so they are just full of my pussy scent and taste. Open your mouth," she ordered.
Scared, humiliated, hard, excited, I did as ordered. She balled the panties up, crotch out, and put them in my mouth, onto my tongue, the bitter taste of her pussy juices, the crust, on my tongue.
"I want you to suck on those all night, lover," she whispered.
"Mmmggggffff."
"Don't worry, I'm not going to tie them in with anything, that's not safe if you choke. But I don't want you spitting them out, either, understand? There should be enough of my juices on there to keep you happy for a long time. Now, that's just the taste of me. You need the smell, too." She took a pair of thong panties and put them over my head, front forward, crotch over my nose. The scent was incredibly strong; I inhaled deeply.
"Okay, taste, smell...how about touch?" She had two stockings in her hands and placed one in each of my bound hands.
"These are the stockings I wore when we met Steve at the club, you remember? When I fucked him in front of you? Play with those lover, think of me then and now."
I was still breathing deeply, Sara's scent heavy in her thong panties.
"Now, three senses down, two to go. I've got to hurry, he will be here any minute. Sight? I don't want you looking anymore. You need your mind for this...on me...all night...so...a blindfold," she smiled, quickly darkening my world.
I heard the doorbell ring. Steve.
"That must be Steve," she said. I suddenly felt her soft hand on my erect cock. "Baby, you don't know how fucking excited I am right now."
She was stroking me, her scent all over me and inside me.
"Not just cause I'm going to fuck him tonight, but knowing you are here, left like this, thinking about it all night. My cuckold sissy, helpless while his wife gets a real man. Julie I've never felt more alive"
Her hand slipped off my cock as the doorbell rang again.
"Yea, time to go, I know, I know. One last sense, though. You need to hear me."
I felt her get off the bed and then lean over and slip a pair of headphones over my ears. Noise canceling headphones. I could no longer hear anything. Then I heard her voice.
"I love you."
"Gggmmm."
"Is this too loud?"
I shook my head no. Sara?
"Good, I'm leaving now, lover. See you later...much later..."
Ohhhhh............
I thrashed, blinded, in darkness, unable to hear, Sara's taste all over my mouth, her scent in every breath. I was so erect. Throbbing. I tried to turn to rub my cock on the mattress, but spread eagled, I could not even come close. Agony.
Pure agony.
Sexual, thrill, total agony.
I didn't know how much time passed when I heard it.
"Julie," I heard Sara whisper.
"Ssssggmmm," I yelled into her panties.
Nothing. Where was she? Sara?
"Julie," she whispered again.
"Mgggffff!!!!" Was she back? What was going on.
"Juuuulieeee," she cooed.
I strained against the bonds.
"Shhhh, relax, Julie, relax. I'm not here right now. I recorded this to keep you company from time to time tonight, so just be still sweetie, I'll be back in a few."
I was surrounded by my wife. I felt her nylon
s in my hands, I smelled her through the panties over my face, tasted her with her panties in my mouth, heard her. I ached all over, but especially in my little cock, hard, touching nothing but air.
I was taking deep breaths, trying to relax, even though that only made more of her scent come into me, more odor, exciting me.
I naturally had no appreciation of time, closed off to the outside world as I was. So I do not know if it was five minutes or fifty minutes till I heard Sara's voice again, I was so "wrapped up" in her scent and taste.
"Julie," she said, her recorded voice startling me, immediately causing me to suck her panties harder, sniff her scent harder.
"Julie," she said again, "am I being unfaithful to you tonight when Steve fucks me?"
I moaned, my cock hurt so bad. I waited to hear her again. Nothing for several minutes.
"Julie," the voice whispered, "it can't be unfaithful, can it? Not when you want him to fuck me too. Oh, I'm sorry, does that make your little cockette sore? Picturing a man's cock in me? Picture it, Julie. Picture Steve's cock. Inside me. You saw it before. You know how it fills me."
"Remember my face, Julie, when I sat on Steve's cock. What time is it? Are we back at Steve's yet? Is that same look on my face right this very second? The gasp caught in my throat for something so big inside me?"
I was humping the air, as best I could, bound to the bed, my cock touching nothing, in pain, in agony. Her words should be hurting me, emotionally, but they did nothing of the sort. They drove me wild.
Total humiliation and total excitement.
Minutes or hours later, who knows, Sara spoke again. "Oh my God, after all these years, just to finally have a cock in my pussy again," she moaned like she was really there fucking him. "It has been to long, too many years without cock."
The vivid picture in my mind was Sara laying on a bed, legs spread, Steve on top of her, pushing himself into her as she gasped, moaned, almost screamed in pleasure.
For minute after minute, in the silence, that's all I could think about.
"You know what I really forgot, Julie? About a cock?"
I waited for the answer. Nothing. Cock. That last word lingered in my mind. Cock.
Suddenly, Sara again. "I forgot how a big cock can completely fill up my mouth."
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