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The real fun started last weekend, but the first link in the chain was several months ago. My husband Andy woke up on his thirty-fifth birthday and decided he was getting pudgy. Not fat, just a little thick around the middle and flabby in the chest. He normally would do a fast paced jog three nights a week, covering about two miles and on the nights when he didn't, we would take a shorter and slower stroll together. While this is great exercise for the heart and legs, it did nothing for the inch or so of belly and love handles around his waist. Andy is five foot nine inches tall and according to the scale that morning, he weighed one hundred and sixty pounds. Trying to be supportive I said. "You just need to do some toning exercises to firm up your chest and tummy." "Exercises? I run six miles a week!" He replied. "I know honey but that doesn't help with your stomach or chest." "When am I going to find the time to do more exercise? I barely get my jogging done now." Andy said in a dejected tone. "Perhaps we could buy an ab-roller or something, or you know what, stop at that fitness and vitamin store near work and see if they have a fat burner pill that would work while you are running." I suggested. "Hey that's a good idea." Andy responded, his mood lifting a bit. Encouraged by his smile, I tried a joke. "Maybe they have something that will firm up your chest so your breasts don't wobble when you are jogging." "That was not funny." Andy laughed, hitting me with a bed pillow. The pillow fight turned into wrestling, which turned into lovemaking and that, was good. Andy and I are both thirty-five and have been married a little more than six years. Our combined income is enough to pay the bills, put a little aside and to splurge on something we both want every once in a while. Our relationship is relaxed and committed, the love making regular and good. We have two rules when it comes to sex, no pain and no outsiders. That leaves room for a lot of fun and games. We are quite happy together. At the end of the following week, Andy arrived home with a bag from the vitamin store. The fitness expert at the store had sold him an herbal complex that was designed to specifically target the waist area and remove inches. The expert had explained that there was a protein that surrounded the fat cells in the waistline that the body had trouble breaking down. This formula contained herbs that dissolved the protein, allowing the body to burn the fat. He was right, and wrong. I decided that if it would work for Andy, it wouldn't hurt if I took it too. We each began taking two pills in the morning and two pills when we got home from work. After a month I noticed that it did seem to help. My weight had not gone down but my belly felt tighter and firmer. We decided to increase the dosage to the recommended six capsules a day. By the end of the second month both Andy and I had shed about an inch off of our waists and although neither of us was going to have six pack abs, we were trimmer. Andy's waist was slimmer, but the pills had done nothing to tighten his chest area. If anything his smaller waist seemed to accent his untoned upper body. Deciding that nothing would help except exercise, he purchased one of those gimmicky wheels with a handle on each side that you roll yourself forward and backward on to strengthen and build chest and arm muscles. It seemed to work and by the end of the third month his chest was tighter, but not smaller. We continued our schedule of six pills a day and it was half way through the fourth month that I began to have suspicions. That whole week my breasts had been achy and tender. My C-cup bras felt comfortable but tighter. I thought at first that my period was going to start early, but it didn't. Saturday morning when Andy came out of the shower, his towel wrapped around his waist and his hair pulled back in a damp ponytail. I thought, 'What a nice shape he has, his chest is certainly developing.' And that's when it hit me. The tenderness in my own breasts and their fullness. Not wanting to scare Andy with my suspicions, I didn't say anything. Later in the day while he was out running errands, I took the bottle of pills and sat down at the computer to do a little sleuthing. I found out that the pills would do what the fitness expert said, but that they had other uses as well. The two main ingredients had been used for centuries to promote breast enlargement. Chinese scientists had documented studies that showed an increase in size and firmness from regular use of these two herbs together. I also found out that the herbs were medically safe and the breast would not grow more than a cup size at most. After determining that Andy was not in any danger, except perhaps to his ego, I decided to have a little fun. Logging off the computer I decided to keep this information to myself for a while. Sunday afternoon as we were watching TV, a commercial came on featuring a well-known fitness guy, hawking his latest videos. When they cut to a picture of him without a shirt on, Andy joked, "That looks like me." "Sort of, but his tummy has more definition than yours and his breasts are bigger." I giggled. "Those are pectoral muscles, not breasts and his are so developed they look square." He retorted. "You're right honey; your breasts have a much rounder, softer shape." "I told you they are pectoral muscles." Replied Andy laughing. "Well tomorrow when I buy you a bra for your 'pectoral muscles', do you want me to pick up a matching panty for your derriere muscle?" I answered. Andy, going along with my teasing said, "Sure and maybe some stockings and a nice dress with matching shoes." The commercial had ended and the movie was back on so the subject was dropped, at least out loud. But the thought of Andy in a bra and panties filled my head. It was exciting in a naughty way. I could feel my panties becoming damp as I mentally added the stockings and dress to his image. A plan exploded fully formed in my head. Each Sunday night we watch football together and bet on the game. Although we occasionally spice the bet up, the standard bet is the loser has to do the dishes until the next game. We flipped a coin at the start of the game and the winner gets the home team, the loser gets the visitors. During the pre-game, I suggested to Andy that we spice up the bet a bit. "Sure, what did you have in mind?" He asked with a leer on his face. "I was thinking that the loser would have to do the dishes, but that he should also spend all next weekend, starting at five o'clock on Friday, as the love slave to the winner." "Define slave." Responded Andy. "The loser will have to perform in whatever sexual manner the winner wants. Staying within the two rules of course, no pain and no outsiders." I answered. "So if I win and I can do it without causing you any pain, I can fuck your ass?" Andy asked, the leer on his face becoming bigger. "Absolutely." I said. "You have a bet." Was Andy's confident answer. "And if I win and I can do it without causing you any pain, I can fuck your ass too!" I replied, wiping the grin from his face. I ended up with the home team and the victory. Andy was strangely quiet as we got ready for bed. I came up behind him as he stood near the bed in just his jockeys. Pressing my panty covered pussy against his ass; I reached around, placing one hand on his cock and the other lightly cupping his breast. "I have already decided that your first bra and panty set should be lacey and pink, but did you have a preference for the color of your dress, my love slave?" I asked. Before he could speak I added, "I wonder where a lady can buy a strap-on dildo in this town." His cock, under the cotton jockeys, quickly grew large in my hand. Wanting to excite, not frighten him, I turned him around, pulled his hard cock out of his shorts and before dropping to my knees and sucking him into my mouth, said, "I think you like this idea." Monday night while Andy was up to his elbows in soapy dishwater, I came up behind him with the measuring tape from the sewing kit. Instructing him to stand up straight, I looped the tape around his chest. After quickly taking the first measurement, I moved the tape higher to measure him for cup size. "What are you doing?" He asked. "Making sure your bra is going to fit." I responded. "You bought me a bra?" "No, that's why I'm measuring, to make sure that the one I buy fits right. It looks like a 36-A in a simple style, but I think that with a padded push up, you would fit a 36-B very well." I told him. "I am thrilled to hear that" he said, laughing. Reaching my hands around to the front of his shorts, I found his cock pushing hard at the fabric of his running shorts. "I don't know about thrilled," I said, "but you sure are excited! Is my baby looking forward to his new panties?" Releasing his cock I left him finishing the dishes and blushing. Tuesday night Andy and I went out for dinner and then afterward I took him to the mall for some shopping. I know he was worried that I was going to embarrass him and I let him think that. It added to the suspense and excitement. If he had thought about it he would have realized that if I let anyone in on the secret, it would be breaking the no outsiders rule. But it didn't occur to him so I didn't tell him. I had no intention of buying anything for him, I would do that later in the week, but I did want to tease him and get his reactions to stuff. I took him right to J.C. Penny's lingerie department. Holding the laciest and silkiest panties, bras and teddies up to myself, I continuously asked for his opinion. I said things like, "It's a shame this doesn't come in pink that would be adorable." And "Anyone wearing this would look so hot!" After a half-hour of this torture I said, "Let's go look at dresses!", and marched him to the ladies department. I repeated my act with several dresses and Andy's cock got harder and harder. Watching him tuck and nudge it in vain efforts to hide his excitement was making my pussy very wet. Deciding I had tortured him enough I suggested we leave. After several steps, I realized that Andy was not walking with me. Turning around, I saw him fingering the stretchy material of a mini dress hanging on a rack between ladies and juniors. Filing that observation away, I called, "Come on honey, I want to get home." Looking guilty he quickly followed me out of the store. Friday I took off from work to do the real shopping. At Victoria's Secret I found three different types of bras with panties to match them, in pink, light blue and white. I bought lace top stockings, a pair of dark thigh highs and pantyhose at Sears, as well as an eight-inch tall, waist cinching garter belt that would match the white set. At J.C. Penny's, I could not find the dress Andy had been attracted to in his size, but I did find a silky pink baby doll set. Two pair of size ten high heels, one in white, the other in black and I was done at the mall and heading for the Goodwill store. Three hours of cruising the jammed racks at Goodwill yielded a short plaid skirt, a pink V-neck sweater, a gray cropped top that said "Girl" on the front and a pair of very small, red hot pants. Just when I was beginning to think I would not find the right dress, I did. Made out of a thin, stretchy spandex material, similar to the one Andy had fondled; the dress was white, with a sweetheart neckline. Two large oval cut-outs were placed in such a way that they would cover the wearer's bra straps, but leave the tops and sides of the shoulders bare. A second, larger cutout would start just below the back strap of the bra and dip so low that there was a good chance that the top of Andy's garter belt would show. I didn't think he would mind. I left the thrift shop pleased; I had everything I needed and all for twenty-eight dollars. I decided to wait until Saturday to buy the strap-on cock, I had a four-inch dildo at home that I would use on Andy if we progressed that far. I arrived home a bit before four o'clock, left all of the purchases in the trunk of my car and went inside to wait for Andy. He was his usual punctual self and got in a few minutes before five. At exactly five o'clock I said, "I would like you to go prepare a bubble bath, not to hot and lots of bath oils in it. Also while I am soaking, you are to bring me a chilled glass of wine. Merlot would be nice." "Would you like me to start dinner first?" He asked. "I would like you to not question my orders." I answered. "Yes Mam." He responded and hurried off to run the bath. I followed behind him, dropping my clothes as I went. By the time I reached the bathroom there was about two inches of fragrant water in the tub. Dropping myself into the water, I instructed Andy to fetch my wine and to pick up my discarded clothing. I relaxed as he hastened to obey. He returned with my wine and stood nervously by the tub. By then the water was nearly to the top, the bubbles a frothy mass of white. I told Andy to shut the water off and to disrobe. I sipped the wine and teased my pussy under the bubbles as he stripped. I was pleased to see that his cock was hard. "Put your dirty clothes in the hamper and bring me the panties I was wearing today." I instructed. The look on his face was priceless when he returned holding the red panties I had worn all day. I did not say a word and just let him stand there, wondering why I had sent him for the panties. Finally he asked, "What do you want me to do with these?" "Just hold them for now." I answered. Since the bath was really for Andy, I quickly finished my wine and stood. Stepping out of the tub I ordered Andy to drain some of the water while he dried me. When I was dry, I had him refill the tub, adding more bath oils. Sliding into my robe, I told Andy to get into the tub and soak while I got dressed. After he had settled into the water I took the red panties and placed them over his head, centering the still damp crotch over his nose. He looked silly of course, but I knew that the smell off my pussy juice would keep him aroused while I was out of the room. Telling him not to touch himself or the panties I left the bathroom. I retrieved my purchases from the car and put everything away except the skirt, sweater, pink bra and panties, the black heels and the thigh highs. After laying those items on the bed I changed into a pair of Andy's boxers and a football jersey, then returned to the bathroom. Andy was just as I had left him. Submerged in the bubbles, just his arms and pantied head visible. Pulling the panties from his head I told him to stand up and hold onto the shower curtain rod with both hands. I took a wash cloth and wiped the excess bubbles off him and then picked up my razor. "What is that for?" He asked timidly. I did not answer him. Instead I began shaving the hair from his under arms. When he began to object, I reached down and stroked his still hard cock. Reminding him that I had won the bet, I warned him not to complain again. "I wasn't complaining, I was asking." He said. "Does this hurt?" I asked as I started shaving the very sparse hair on his chest. "No." "You are my slave for the weekend and I will do anything I want to you, within the rules of the bet." Kneeling down to shave his legs, I silenced any other objections by taking his cock in my mouth. I was trying to play it calm and cool, but I was so excited I almost kept sucking him until he came. I really wanted to feel his cock spurt his hot cum in my mouth. Reluctantly I pulled off and started shaving his legs. My ploy worked, Andy did not say another word as I quickly removed all the hair on his legs. I had him spread his legs a little and shaved his ball sack clean. Instructing him to drain and clean the tub and then to rinse off in the shower, I cautioned him not to get his hair wet. Leaving him to his tasks I went to the bedroom. Sitting on the bed I slid two fingers into my soaked pussy as I waited. When Andy emerged from the bathroom, he stopped dead in his tracks and I saw the towel wrapped around his waist jerk at the sight of the clothes on the bed. "Are those for me?" He asked, his voice betraying his arousal. "Yes, pink panties and bra, just like I promised." I answered. "Take off the towel." I said as I picked up the bra and crossed the space between us. The bra was size 36-A. it was all lace except for the wide satin straps. The under wire would enhance his breasts a little and the sheerness of the lace would allow his hard nipples to clearly show. Stepping behind him I told him to hold his arms up. His breathing became heavier as the soft material slid down his forearms and then up to his shoulders. After securing it, I went around to the front and adjusted the cups over his breasts. And they were breasts. By the time I had tightened the straps properly, Andy was very generously filling out the cups. I stroked his little nipples through the lace and was rewarded by his gasp. His cock, which had been hard now for an hour, twitched between us. I lead him by the hand to the bed and after seating him on the edge, slowly rolled the thigh high stockings up first one leg and then the other. By the time I was done, my pussy was aching. Still on my knees, I slipped the two inch black heels onto his feet. I had him stand and while supporting himself with a hand on my shoulder; I slid the panties onto his legs. The lace pattern of the hipster style panties matched the bra. The back and sides were all lace and the front had a three-inch wide satin strip that would slide against his cock. He moaned as I pulled the panties into place over his cock. Cupping his ass cheeks in my hands, I rubbed my mouth over his now satin covered cock. I stopped before either one of us came. Taking his hand again I helped him walk in his heels over to the dressing table. Sitting him down with his back to the mirror, I brushed his hair into twin pigtails and secured them with pink ribbons. I had decided not to use make up that night. I would wait until Saturday for that. Getting the skirt and sweater from the bed, I pooled the skirt at his feet, raising it to his knees before having him stand. The skirt whispered up his shaved and stockinged legs and fit snugly at his waist. The pink v-necked sweater was a little tight, but it showed off his small budding breasts nicely. Turning him to face the mirror, I left him there while I slipped into a pair of loose jeans and loafers. When I returned, Andy was kneading his breast with one hand and the other was on his hips as he turned back and forth, admiring himself in the mirror. "Shouldn't you be out making dinner?" I asked, rubbing his very hard dick through the skirt and panties. "Uhh, yes." He said. "Then get to it and be careful walking in your heels." I responded. I went out to the kitchen several times while Andy prepared dinner. Each time I raised his skirt to stroke his ass or cock through the panties or reached around him to rub and pinch his nipples. When I wasn't torturing Andy I was rubbing my own pussy through the coarse jeans. I came twice waiting for dinner. I removed the jersey I was wearing just before dinner and treated Andy to the sight of my firm breasts and hard nipples while we ate. I don't think either of us tasted the food and in record time we were done. Fetching a frilly apron that I only used during the holidays, I tied it on Andy and told him to meet me in the den when he finished the dishes. As before dinner, I made constant trips to the kitchen, teasing Andy by touching and squeezing him and saying things like, "You look so cute and sexy, it's like having a teenage maid!" I even knelt down behind him, raised his skirt, pulled the panties into the crack of his ass and then licked both his cheeks, my tongue moving closer and closer to his ass hole. With one hand up between his legs caressing his dick under the satin panel and my other hand buried in the open zipper of my jeans, I came a third time for the evening. It was ten o'clock before the dishes were done and we were settled in front of the TV. Ignoring the movie on the screen, we cuddled and kissed, caressed and stroked and drove each other crazy. I told Andy that he was my sweet little girlfriend and that I was his strong football-playing boyfriend. I told him how hot she made me and how pretty she was. Andy took the hint and began responding as if he was a high school girl on a date. After much heavy petting I convinced Andy to remove his sweater and then lavished huge verbal and physical attention to his breasts. Andy moaned and sighed as I licked and bit his nipples through the bra. The more I squeezed them the more he pressed himself forward into my hand or mouth. I kept one hand busy running up and down his stockinged leg, going under his skirt to touch the bare skin above the stockings but stopping short of his panties and cock. Finally I could take no more and I had Andy stand up in front of me. I reached up and unfastened the button of the skirt and slowly pulled the side zipper down. Grasping both sides at the waist I peeled the skirt down to his ankles. I let my gaze travel from his high heels past the bunched skirt, to his stockinged legs and up to his hard cock. The front of the panties were soaked with pre-cum and his cock was big and thick behind the satin panel. I pulled the front of the panties down below his cock, leaving his balls still snugly inside them. Slipping both hands around to his ass, I slid my fingers completely under the panties and held both of his ass cheeks. I pulled him forward until his cock was touching my lips. I wanted it so badly. I worked all of my fingers up to the crack of Andy's ass before opening my mouth and sucking the head of his cock inside. The more cock I took in, the deeper into his ass crack my fingers probed. His cock was half in my mouth when two of my fingers found his ass hole. I thought he would come right then, but he managed to hold back. Leaving one finger gently massaging his tight hole, I pulled my other hand free, slipped his cock from my mouth and replaced it with my finger. The look on his face told me that Andy knew what was coming. As my wet finger began its return to his ass, Andy actually spread his legs open a bit. My hand went under his panties again, my mouth went back to his cock and I looked up to see Andy squeezing and pulling on his breasts with both hands. I was not coy about it. The moment my finger reached his ass hole I began pushing it in. Startled by the strange new feel, Andy involuntarily hitched his hips forward, shoving his cock deeper in my mouth. In moments his cock was up to his balls in my mouth and my finger was completely buried in his ass. I felt his already big cock swell against my tongue and then seconds later it erupted, sending wave after wave of hot cum down my throat. I swallowed it hungrily as I pumped my finger quickly in and out of his ass. The combined excitement of his cum shooting into me, the tightness of the jeans against my clit and the thrill of invading my husband's ass made my pussy spasm in orgasm. Pulling the panties back up over his cock, I had Andy carefully step out of the skirt. I stood, picked up the skirt and sweater, and instructed Andy to go around and make sure all the doors were locked and then meet me in the bedroom. In the bedroom, I hung the sweater and skirt, then took the pink baby doll set from the dresser. Andy looked so sexy as he entered the room. I had already cum several times and I still wanted more. "I got you this to sleep in honey, do you like it?" I asked, holding the thin spaghetti straps up to his shoulders. "It's very pretty." He answered. "Do you want help taking your bra off?" "Yes please." I went behind him and released the bra. Reaching around I slid my hands under the now loose cups and palmed Andy's breasts, rubbing his nipples in small gentle circles. He moaned quietly and tipped his head back. "You like this don't you? You like being my girl and wearing pretty things." I whispered, pressing my pussy into his ass. "Yes I do. It's so naughty." He answered. I stopped playing with his tits and ran my hands down to the top of his panties. I lowered them to the floor, pleased that he was getting hard again. I untied the front of the baby doll as Andy pulled his bra off. After sliding the straps up his arms, I went around and retied the nightie just under his breasts. Handing him the matching sheer G-string, I told him to slip it on. Andy's cock was hard again, the tiny panty not big enough to cover it. I got my small vibrator from the nightstand and tucked it under the pillow. Lying back on the bed with my legs spread I ordered him to eat me. His tongue was heaven. He slowly and deliberately swiped my pussy. Sucking my lips into his mouth, he gently chewed my clit. After I came, I took the vibrator from under the pillow, handed it to him and said, "Here, use this. Get it good and wet because I am going to put it in your ass." Andy required no further prompting. I came again while Andy ran the small vibrating dildo over my clit. After a few minutes I asked, "Do you think it is wet enough?" Andy whispered, "Yes." Getting up, I moved to the foot of the bed. "Lie down on your stomach in the center of the bed Andy." I instructed. I could not believe how turned on I was seeing my husband from that angle. The sheer baby doll top covering his back, the thin pink line of the g-sting plunging between his ass cheeks, the dark thigh highs accenting his hairless legs and the black shiny heels on his feet. I climbed on the bed and knelt by his calves. Grasping the foot closest to me I raised it until his leg was bent ninety degrees at the knee. Rubbing his stocking covered ankle gently with one hand, I used the other to stroke the backs of his thighs. From behind his knee to up and over his exposed ass, I ran my hand. Using my fingernails to occasionally scratch his naked cheek or follow the back of the g-string to just before it disappeared; I touched and caressed him. I wanted his muscles relaxed. I did not want him to fight the dildo when it came time to enter him. I knew that if I could get him to enjoy this little vibrator tonight, then tomorrow he would beg for the larger strap-on dildo to penetrate him. I worked slowly, first on the one leg and then the other. Finally I decided it was time. I got off the bed and told Andy to open his legs as far as possible. While he attempted to do that and get comfortable, I fetched a small jar of Vaseline from the bathroom. Once more I knelt on the bed, this time between his open legs. Setting the vibrator and Vaseline aside, I once more began to stroke his legs. More aggressively I ran my hands up the insides of his thighs until my thumbs reached the juncture of his legs and ass. With the fingers of both hands kneading his cheeks, I pulled the back of the g-string away with one thumb and began circling his asshole with the other. As I gently worked my thumb over his small hole I said, "I can not believe how great your legs look in stockings." I punctuated my next question by barely pressing my thumb gently into his asshole, "Do you like them?" "Mmm... Oh yes." He moaned. "I am so pleased because I got you a different type for tomorrow night. These stay up by them selves but for tomorrow I got you a regular pair. You will need to wear a garter belt to keep those up." The hand that was not teasing his asshole reached for the Vaseline. "A garter belt?" He questioned. "Yes, a very pretty one, to go with your dress. You want to wear pretty undies with your new dress don't you?" I asked, taking away the other hand to spread the Vaseline liberally on the vibrator. "My new dress?" "Your very sexy new dress." I responded pulling the g-string out of the way and positioning the vibrator at the opening of his ass. I am not sure what his answer was; it was lost in the moan he made as he felt the touch at his asshole. I watched as he raised his hips an inch off the bed trying to make better contact with the dildo. "Do you want this Andy, are you ready for me to invade your ass?" I asked moving the vibrator in a slow circle. "Yes, please, I want it, put it in me." He whispered. I pressed the blunt end into him slowly. I watched as the tapered head entered and began to enlarge his hole. At its largest the dildo was an inch and a half wide. Just past the center it thinned again to about an inch. I heard him gasp as it reached its biggest point and then sigh as it pushed further in, the muscle of his sphincter relaxing and then gripping the plastic. "Am I hurting you?" "No, it's, it's good." He stammered. I pulled the fake cock out halfway and then pushed it back in slowly. As it reached its deepest point, Andy moaned and actually hunched backward trying to get more. I loved that I could get him this excited. Over and over I pulled it out, sometimes all the way and then teasing his hole, sometimes just a little before plunging it back in. When Andy began to hump the bed, I stopped. Telling him to roll over on his back, I took his stockinged legs and put one over each of my shoulders. I pulled his panties up to cover as much of his cock as possible, placed the vibrator against his asshole again and said, "I'm going to fuck you now Andy." Moving further between his legs, I raised his ass until it was even with my pussy. In one motion I shoved the vibrator into his ass, just past the thickest point. The back of it stuck out just enough for me to rest my tingling clit on. Reaching between my legs I turned the vibrator on to its highest setting. As the vibrator sent waves of pleasure through my pussy and Andy's ass, I put the flat of my hand on top of his panty-covered cock. "This is just foreplay for the fuck I am going to give you tomorrow night honey. Tomorrow I am going to fuck you with my real cock, my real big cock. You are going to love that aren't you?" "Yes fuck me; fuck me with your cock." I pumped his panty-covered cock with one hand and began to rub his nipples through the thin top with the other. "And you are going to dress up all pretty and be my girl for me tomorrow so that you can get some of that cock aren't you" "Pretty. Dress pretty, your girl." Was all I could make out. "And if you are a good girl all day tomorrow, maybe I will let you suck my big cock before I fuck you. Would you like that?" Andy's cock exploded at my last question. His hips came up off the bed as if he was a real girl trying to drive my cock into his pussy. I came as I watched my husband, dressed in lingerie, being masturbated, a dildo buried in his ass cum at the thought of sucking on a strap-on worn by his wife. I don't know if Andy fell asleep or passed out from the excitement, but by the time I was over my own orgasm, he was out like a light. I smiled, washed up and put away the vibrator and then curled up next to him, drained but still aroused. The next morning I laid out Andy's clothes for him before he woke up. Light blue satin bikinis and bra. The 36-B bra had water filled pads in it that would add a full cup size to the wearer. Instead of the thigh highs, I chose the dark tan pantyhose to go with a pair of my Dr. Scholl sandals. The gray cropped top and red hot pants would complete the look. Satisfied with my choices, I woke him up by caressing his cock through the pink g-string he had slept in. "Wake up sleepy, you have a lot of chores to do today." I said while continuing to pump his now hardening cock. As his eyes fluttered open I released his cock and began squeezing his breasts through the nightie. "Come on baby, wake up." Andy looked at me then down at my hand playing with his tit. He blushed a little and said, "Since I am wearing a nightgown, I guess last night wasn't a dream." "I thought it was pretty dreamy." I laughed. "I'll go make some coffee, get dressed, you have a lot to do today. I laid out some clothes for you on the couch, Tina." "Tina?" "Well I can't call you by a boy's name while you are being my girl can I?" I answered. "Call me if you need help getting dressed." I said as I headed for the kitchen to make the coffee. "Oh, the panties go under the pantyhose, not on top." By the time I returned with coffee for both of us, Andy, I mean Tina, had put on the panties and hose and was struggling with the bra. I helped him hook the back and adjust the straps. Then I had him bend at the waist and pull his breast flesh up and into the cups. When he straightened up, I think we were both surprised at the mount of cleavage that the bra created. I pulled his pantyhose down and from the back reached between his legs and gently pulled his cock back. After adjusting the panties to fit him snugly, I pulled the pantyhose back up, aligning the seam on the center of his ass. Tina put on the top and smoothed it over his breasts. The short shirt covered him to about four inches above his navel. Running my hand over the word "Girl" emblazoned across his chest I said, "See Tina, you're my girl, it says so right here." I was rewarded with a blush. Handing him the tiny red hot pants I said, "Here put these on and then brush out your hair. Just part it in the middle and let it hang loose for the day. Tonight we will fix it up nice. Meet me in the kitchen when you are done." Sitting at the kitchen table, I finished my coffee and made a list of chores for Tina to do while I was out shopping. Vacuum, dust, laundry, dishes, you know the usual girl's stuff. In all honesty, Andy and I split most all the chores, so I knew Tina would not object. When Andy emerged from the bedroom, I was amazed. He looked great. With proper make up and his hair done right, he could be a Tina. The hot pants were very short and made his ass look incredible. About an inch of his cheeks peeked out from the back. His shaved legs in the tan pantyhose were stunning. So shapely, that I could not believe they belonged to a man. "Wow!" I said. "Thank you." He grinned, turning a slow circle to show off. "Did I hurt you last night with the dildo?" I asked as Tina sat down at the table. "No, no you didn't. It was weird at first, but well, I am ashamed to admit that I kind of liked it." He responded, blushing. "There is nothing to be ashamed of; I am not ashamed of the fact that I liked doing it to you, that it made me cum just from watching you. If you win the bet this Sunday you can do the same to me. If you are gentle, I think I will probably like it too." Handing the list to him I said, "I have some errands to run, here are your chores for the day. Please try to be finished by four o'clock; we have a lot to do to get you ready for my cock tonight." "What's to get ready?" Tina asked. "Just bend me over and let me have it." He added, laughing. Pretending exasperation I said, "We have to do your nails, your hair, and your make up. You have to shave again, perhaps an anal douche to make sure you are nice and clean down there. There is much, much to do." I grabbed my bag from the counter and headed for the door. "Remember, be done by four or I may have to spank you." Tina waggled his eyebrows suggestively and said, "Rule number two, no pain." Most of the things I had to buy were available at any large chain store, but the strap-on dildo was not a Walmart type item. I knew that there was an adult shop at the south end of town, but worried that someone would see me going in or out or worse, once inside I would bump into someone that we knew. I drove north on the interstate for thirty miles to the next large city, found the yellow pages and located several shops that should have what I wanted. I drove past the first two, one was huge and very busy, and the look of the other gave me the creeps. The third store was in a newer strip mall and was mot very busy. I parked and went inside. I was pleased to find that I was the only customer and surprised that the clerk was a woman about sixty years old. She let me browse among the lingerie, videos and books for a while before approaching me and asking if I needed help. Nervously I told her I was looking for a dildo. She led me toward the back to a section that was screened off a little from the rest of the store. There she showed me several types of vibrators and dildos in all sizes shapes and colors. I was amazed at the variety. Everything she pointed out was handheld. Finally I stammered, "I need the kind that straps on." "Oh, how fun. Is it for you to wear or for a girlfriend?" She asked, glancing at my wedding ring. "For me." I answered. She showed me several different kinds, flimsy ones with plastic straps, ones with leather straps and some that were built right into a heavy panty girdle. Confused by the choices I asked, "Is any one better than another?" "Depends what you are going to do with it." She said. "The lighter duty ones are fine for two girls together because of their natural lubrications, a heavy duty one would be better if the person on the receiving end is a male." "I guess a heavy duty one then." I responded, my face a furious red. "Don't be embarrassed," she said noting my blush, "many wives enjoy giving anal sex to their husbands. And although they won't usually admit it, most men enjoy getting it. Will this be his first time?" I nodded. She picked up one of the dildos that were built into a panty girdle. "What is nice about this one is that there is a smaller dildo for you on the inside. And since it is your first time you don't want to spoil the moment by having to adjust straps and things. You just slip it on." "Because it is all one piece, the inner dildo will pull out of you a bit as you withdraw from his ass and then push back in when you press forward. You should buy it a size or two below your normal waist size for a snug fit. Here, this should do." Taking the one she offered, I looked dubiously at the size of the very real looking penis. It was two inches thick and more than six inches long. She must have seen the doubt on my face because she said, "Just use lubrication and be gentle at first. He can take it all." She guided me back to the counter and as she rang up the sale asked, "Did you want to buy something slinky for him to wear or have you already done that?" My mouth dropped open in surprise. She smiled. "About seventy-five percent of my customers are male and most are buying lingerie for themselves. Ten percent of heterosexual men get aroused by cross-dressing. I love to see a man in panties, don't you?" Again I could only nod. Dropping a tube of lubricant into the bag, she smiled and said, "Thanks and have fun." I was in a daze as I got back in my car. Driving back home on autopilot, my mind was filled with images of my friends, wondering how many of them dressed their husbands in lingerie and fucked them in the ass behind closed doors. I stopped at the drug store closest to our house and bought mascara, lip and eye liners and lipstick, all of which would wash off easily, hair remover and a pair of inexpensive, clip-on hoop earrings. Mentally checking the list in my head, I decided I had everything and headed for home. Right on time, three thirty. Tina was vacuuming the living room when I walked in. He had added the frilly white apron to his outfit and had changed from my Dr. Scholl's sandals to the black high heels he had worn the night before. "You look adorable honey." I said. "Well I did not want to get my clothes dirty and I thought I should practice in the heels." "Are you almost done?" I asked as I watched him bend over to wrap the cord on the vacuum, the muscles of his legs taut in the pantyhose, the shorts riding up between his ass cheeks. "Yes, did you finish your shopping?" "I have everything we need to make you my pretty girl. Come into the bedroom after you put away the vacuum." While I waited I ran the bath, adding plenty of scented bath oils. Tina came in as I was closing off the spout. Following my instructions, he stripped down and got in the tub. I peeled off my own clothes and joined him. We washed each other very slowly and with great attention to our most sensitive areas. My pussy was a liquid fire by the time I had him kneel facing away from me and rubbed the bar soap up and down the crack of his ass. He moaned as I repeatedly pushed the corner of the soap into his hole. I had Tina stand up and then covered every inch of him from the shoulders down, except his pubic hair with the hair remover. Telling him to stand there until I said he could move, I got out of the tub, dried off and went to get us both a robe. After ten minutes I returned and set the blue silk kimono style robe I had chosen for Tina across the toilet seat. I told him to rinse the cream from his body, wash his hair, and then put on the robe and his blue panties. I watched as he showered and was pleased to see that the few hairs I had missed the night before were gone. When he emerged from the bathroom I sat him at my vanity and began placing rollers in his damp hair. Alternating between short bursts of hair spray and the blow dryer, it took thirty minutes to put all the rollers in place. During the process we chatted about regular things like work and vacation plans. As ordinary as the conversation was, I did not fail to notice that Tina's panties were tented out from the very hard cock behind them. My own juices were leaking and starting to run down my thighs. Turning him around so that his back was to the counter, I put his head under the salon style dryer and turned it on. Sitting on the floor at his feet, my robe open and exposing my pussy, I began to paint his toenails a dark red. With his feet on my lap I had an unrestricted view up his robe at the straining panties. When his feet were done I moved on to his fingernails. As I began his second hand, I caught him staring at the completed one. "It is a pretty color don't you think? And look how feminine it makes your hand appear. You are going to be gorgeous when I am done." "Honey, I don't know why, but I love what you are doing to me. It is so exciting. I could cum in my panties if I thought about it long enough." He said. "Don't you dare. You will only cum when I let you and that will not be for a while yet. At least not until I have to get this big cock into your new panties. We may have to make you cum just to fit it inside." I answered, gently touching his cock through the front of the panties. I told Tina not to move until his hair and nails were dry and left him at the dressing table to go lay out his clothes. With that quickly accomplished, I took the small vibrator from the table and lay back on the bed in clear view of my husband. Spreading my legs I ran the dildo up and down my slick lips, teasing my swollen clit with it. Finally I turned it on and plunged it into my pussy. I was very loud as I came, the muscles of my sex squeezing the small vibrator. After I came, I stayed on the bed, cupping and caressing my breasts, gently running my fingernails over my hard nipples while I waited for my husband's hair and nails to dry. I know it was torture for him to watch me masturbate and touch my tits without being able to get his own relief. By five-thirty his nails were ready and I got him out from under the dryer. Standing him where he could see his image in the dresser mirror, I removed his robe and panties. Tina's cock was thick and red with need. From the couch I picked up the waist-cinching garter. "Isn't this beautiful Tina?" I asked. "Yes, is it for me?" He whispered. "Of course. All the pretty things on the couch are for you. For my girl." The garter was eight inches tall with four garters attached for each leg. I had purposely bought it three sizes smaller than his waist so that it would make his hips look flared and shapely. It was white with heavy stays; the lace flowers of the pattern were edged in satin thread. It truly was exquisite. Wrapping the cincher around his waist I told Tina, "Here, hold this up just below your breasts while I do up the back." The back had a full-length zipper closure with a single hook at the top and bottom. "Hold your breath in." I said as I began to slowly run the zipper up. When the zipper was one third the way shut I tugged down on the cincher so that it was just above his "female" waist, the bottom barely even with the top of his hipbones. Drawing the zipper completely to the top, I was amazed at the definition it gave his hips. "How does that feel honey? Is it nice and snug, does it make you feel sexy?" "I have never felt anything like it. It makes me breath in small gasps, it so restrictive." He answered. "So you like it?" "Oh yes. It makes me feel pretty." "Now you see what we girls have to go through to be sexy for our men. You do want to be sexy for your man, for me?" I said as I ran my hands down the sides of the garter. Reaching around him I grasped his cock and asked, "Tina, why is your cock so hard?" "It is hard because I am excited. I am excited to be your girl, to have you dress me in sexy things and," he replied. "And what?" He was quiet for moment and then said, "And because the sexier I look for you the more it will excite you. The harder your cock will get." The last sentence was just a whisper. "And why do you want my cock big and hard?" "I want it hard so you can fuck me, so you can take me any way you want." He said, almost ashamed. I released his cock and went around in front of him. "Thank you honey. I am glad that you want to be hot for me and glad that you want my cock." I walked my husband over to the bed and sat him down. Rolling one of the lace top stockings up I slipped it onto his foot. Careful to align the dark seem with the center of his heel I rolled it smoothly up his leg. After repeating the process with the other leg, I attached the front four garters to the two-inch lace band of the stockings. Tina stood and turned so that I could fix the four garters on the back of the belt to the stockings and then turned back to face me. There was something almost obscenely sexy about seeing my husband's cock, rigid and standing straight out, framed by the cincher and dark stockings. Kneeling in front of him I reached down and with the heel of my hand, pressed my pussy. With a sigh of need, I stopped touching myself and went over to get his bra. Very similar in design to the blue one that I had made him wear all day, the white bra also had liquid pads in the bottom of the cups. But this one was a shelf style demi-bra and when I finished adjusting his breasts in it, they became two barely contained, soft plump mounds, their nipples almost an inch above the lace of the cups. I did not want to put his panties on him yet because I thought the slippery pressure would make him cum. I told him to go sit at the dressing table again, but to face away from the mirror. It took an hour but I did his eyes with the thin black liner, gently brushed the mascara on until his lashes were long and thick, ever so lightly dusted his lids with blue shadow and filled in his dark outlined lips with a red lipstick that matched his nails. He was very still and quiet as I did all this, his cock, huge and stiff between us. I was thrilled with the results the make up had achieved. He was not "stop and cross the street to get a better look" beautiful, but he was very nice looking. I knew that when I was one with his hair, he could pass in public and I told him so. I removed the rollers from Tina's hair and brushed it out. Parting it in the center, I feathered his bangs until they framed his face. He was so pretty! I could not stand the ache in my pussy any longer and instructed Tina to place his arms straight out and to grip the counter. Straddling the chair he sat in, I sat down on his cock. With the lace of his garter belt rubbing my knees, I lowered myself until my bare ass was resting on his stocking covered thighs, his cock full and thick inside me. It was only a moment before his cum was exploding into my wet hole. I could feel the hot jets of cum splashing deep into my body, my pussy walls urging his throbbing dick to give up more of his seed. I came so hard I squeezed finger marks into the tops of his shoulders. And still it wasn't enough. Pulling off of him I sank between his knees and licked his cock with my tongue. His cum and my juices covered his cock and as I sucked his pole into my mouth, I greedily swallowed the heady mixture. I kept him in my mouth until he was soft then reluctantly pulled away, looked up and said, "Now we can get this monster into your panties." Using a warm cloth I cleaned us both up and then making sure he still had not seen himself in the mirror, I led "my Tina" back to the bedroom. The white thong panty that I slid on him was so sheer that they almost had no color. I pulled them up until the back slipped into his ass crack and the front was snug against his balls. Because I wanted to see the outline of his cock under the dress when he got hard again, I positioned it straight up, pointing at his belly. The sheer front of the panty completely covered his dick, yet left nothing to the imagination. I had Tina put on his shoes himself. The three-inch heel was glossy white, with a slim back and a single ankle strap. The open toe showed off his painted toenails and made his feet look sleek and sexy. While Tina was busy buckling the straps of the shoes around his ankles, I got the dress. After opening the zipper that separated the neck from the back cut - out, I bunched it together at his feet, ready for the final step. My husband very carefully placed the toes of his high heels into the dress. I instructed him to stand and then raised the dress seductively up his legs. When the dress, still bunched up in my hand was at his waist, I let it go. Holding out first one of the long sleeves and then the other, I helped him get his new dress positioned properly on his shoulders before closing the zipper at the back. With the top in place I pulled the thin spandex material down over his ass until it lay smooth on the tops of his thighs. It fit perfectly. It was thin and tight enough to clearly show his breasts with their nipples riding above the top of his bra and when he moved I could see his garters pressing through. He was so sexy in the dress that I wanted to tear it off and fuck him, In fact, seeing him fully dressed and made up, I realized that even another man would want to fuck him. Moving close into his arms, I kissed him, running my tongue over his creamy lips, sliding my exposed breast tips against the smooth material of his dress. Breathless, I pulled away. Telling Tina that I had to get dressed, I asked him to go fix us some drinks. As he turned to comply, he caught sight of himself in the dresser mirror and froze. Tina stared at himself in disbelief. I had to agree with his unspoken shock. Even though I had done the transformation, I was amazed at how feminine my husband looked. As we both looked at his reflection, the soft bump running from his crotch toward his belly firmed and then began to push against the dress. The tiny thong did nothing to restrain his hard-on. "Quit admiring yourself and go make the drinks." I said laughing. While Tina was gone I got a pair of dress slacks, a button down shirt, a pair of my loafers and the strap-on panty and went into the bathroom to get dressed. Stepping into the panty, I had no trouble pulling it up and sliding the interior dildo into my dripping pussy. The panty was a bit snug, which was good because I did not want it to slip when I began to fuck my husband. I took my new cock in my hand and began to stroke myself. The large cock felt real and my reflection in the mirror showed a large breasted woman jerking off her large cock. The dildo on the inside pulled and pushed inside my pussy in response to my stroking, just as the saleswoman had said it would. Reluctantly I stopped and put on the pants and shirt. I sat on the closed lid of the toilet to slip on the shoes. The dildo pressed further into my pussy and I had to stand to stop myself from cumming. I entered the living room to find Tina sitting with her legs crossed on the couch, two large glasses of wine on the table before him. I crossed to the stereo and put on romantic, slow dance music and then went to the couch to stand before Tina. "You are very pretty, would you like to dance?" I asked, holding out my hand. Tina nodded and reached out his delicate hand, his red nails gleaming. It took a moment or two for us to adjust to me leading but soon we fell into a comfortable rhythm. After several songs, I pulled back and said, "Why don't we sit for a while, I could use a sip of wine to cool my excitement down a bit." Feigning surprise Tina said, "I'm sorry, did I get you excited?" In answer, I took his hand and placed it over the hard rubber cock in my pants. "You sure did and before the end of the night, I am going to see that you take care of the problem you caused." Taking his hand away, I led him to the couch. We sat and sipped wine and listened to the music, both of us excited but content to relax into our new roles. Soon though, my new aggressive need required more than soft conversation. Setting my glass down I put an arm around Tina's shoulders and with the other hand, lightly caressed her neck. Trailing my hand from his neck down over his dress, I lightly rubbed his erect nipples, tracing a finger nail along the edge of his bra cup. "You are very sexy." I said, "I hope you are not a cock tease." "No, I'm not, but I have never been with a man before." Came Tina's answer. "Then I promise to be gentle." I said, taking his hand and placing it over the bulge in my pants. Tina gasped as he realized that the time had come. "Remember last night when I told you that if you were a good girl all day today that I would let you suck my cock before I fuck you?" I asked. Tina nodded. "Well you were a very good girl today. Open my pants." I commanded. I had not worn a belt, so it was a simple matter for Tins to unbutton and then unzip my pants. He paused there, unsure of what to do next. "Pull it out Tina. Pull it out and take it in your hands." I lifted my bottom up and Tina tugged the pants down far enough to easily get my hard cock out. He smiled. "It's big." He said nervously. "Touch it." I whispered. I watched as Tina's trembling hand reached toward the cock. The red tipped fingers of his right hand encircled the base and tightened. I could feel the inside dildo move as Tina began to slowly pump my hard rubber cock. "Do you like my cock honey?" I asked. Tina slowly lifted her blue shadowed eyes to meet mine. He nodded. "Then show me Tina. Take it into your mouth. Show me you want to please your man. Show me you can be my pretty cock sucking girl." The look on his face was part fear, but mostly lust as my husband glanced down at the fake cock in his hand. His tongue came out and rolled across his slick red lips. Without looking back up, he bent and cautiously took the cock between his lips. I moaned as his mouth stretched open to take my cock. First he took in just the helmet shaped head. Placing his lips just behind the head he began to run his tongue around the tip. Slowly as he got used to having his mouth full of cock, he began to take more. The smaller cock in my pussy slowly fucked me as he began to bob up and down on the first few inches of dildo. Soon he was breathing through his nose and sucking all the way down to his hand, still wrapped around and pumping the base. Before I came, I made him stop, pulling my lipstick smeared cock from his mouth. He groaned as the head popped free. I pushed him away and then stood before him, shoving my pants to my ankles. With one hand I reached down to twist one of his nipples, with the other I stroked the cock inches in front of his face. "You like sucking cock don't you Tina?" In answer he leaned forward trying to get it back in his mouth. I stopped him. "Tell me you want to suck it." "I do, I need to." he said. His dress had ridden up to reveal his stocking tops, an inch of the garters on display. His own cock was a hard ridge, his nipples thrusting through the thin dress. "Put your hands on my ass." I instructed, entwining my own hands through the hair on either side of his head. Before he could comply, I had pulled his head forward and placed the cock tip at his mouth. I began to fuck his mouth as his hands held my ass. I set the rhythm slowly and soon was able to let go as my husband began to alternately push and then grip and pull my ass forward and backward, fucking his own mouth with my cock. My pussy began to contract against the dildo buried inside it. My clit rubbing the soft panty. Looking down, I saw the entire length of the rubber cock disappear into my Tina's mouth. As his nose touched my mound, he looked up and met my gaze. My pussy spasmed and I came hard. While my orgasm subsided, Tina bobbed slowly up and down on just the first inch or so past the head, as I had often done after receiving a load of his hot cum. I pulled out, his mouth making a loud popping sound as the suction was broken. "Go in the bedroom and take off your dress." I said. "Then lie down on the bed with your legs wide open. I am going to fuck your ass." To be continued... if you want.