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As he came, I felt his legs trembling and shuddering, draped over my shoulders as my own had so many times before. His eyes, locked with mine as the orgasm rippled through him were hooded but wonderfully alive. I smiled at him as I felt his ass muscles clench around the dildo and I felt a purr of cat-like pleasure rumble in my belly at the exquisite feeling of having fucked my husband till he came. I lowered my mouth to his and let him hungrily kiss my lips and pant his thanks to me. I was careful not to let his come get on my own lingerie. I withdrew the dildo and rolled off him, lying languidly on my side beside him. Dan looked totally spent, unsure what to do. "Now, Dan. You've made a mess of your cami-top. Take it off and clean yourself up. Then, I think I'd like a drink and a cigarette. You'll need to get me a pack." I hadn't smoked in years, but for some reason I felt like one now. Dan didn't say a word, but just got up and quickly cleaned himself off. I was pleased to note that he looked to me for permission before taking a fresh negligee from my drawer. He put on a pair of jeans and a top to cover up his underwear before going downstairs. I propped myself up a little on my pillow to look down at the length of my body. Over my breasts and down the length of my belly I could see the flesh-coloured dildo, glistening. I ran my hands down over my soft flesh and took hold of it. I was aware of the strongest feeling, as if positive energy was pulsing through my body and collecting in the replica cock. Penis envy had long been disregarded within psychiatric circles but I knew that the male organ was a common fixation for women as well as men. The symbolism of the image of a woman with a phallus was well known and hugely powerful. Now that I had gone through with my plan I felt vindicated, elated. I knew that I had risked a lot on just a feeling that Dan would accept and enjoy being dominated and controlled by me. I had known as I looked into his eyes as I fucked him that he would do anything for me, that he loved me and worshipped me, but I had also known that he wasn't just going along with what I wanted, but that he wanted it too. I smiled. I would be so good to him. His mistress would be stern and demanding and oh, so loving. Her pretty boy would want for nothing. But what of his mistress? What was it she needed? I took off the dildo and pulled on a pair of nylon panties. By the time I had fixed my hair and redone my lipstick I heard Dan return. He came upstairs to find me lying regally on the bed again in all my finery. I smiled at him as he opened the pack for me and lit a cigarette before handing it to me. He put the cocktail he had prepared down on my bedside cabinet. I patted the bed beside me and he shed his coat and shoes and climbed up beside me in just his negligee. "Is it what you expected?" He asked. "I don't know if I knew what to expect." I replied. "It certainly worked out as well as I could have expected. I think maybe it was more intense than I was thinking and more, well, more loving. I suppose I had wanted to do something like this because of feelings of desire, physical reasons and I had been worried that it might cause emotional difficulties between us, but in fact it feels like it has brought us closer." I looked at him. He smiled back at me and then rolled his eyes comically. "Ever the over-analysis." He said. "But, yes, I know what you mean." He seemed quite confident and forward. In the way he spoke to me and his manner. He was almost back to being his old self, despite the fact that he had been writhing like a woman beneath me just a few minutes before. I smiled inwardly. "Is that what you felt when I was fucking you in the ass?" I asked, propping my head on one arm and looking into his eyes. He reddened a little and gave a little gulp. "Well, yes, I think so." He said. "When you were looking down at me and moving inside me. Yes. I, eh..." I twirled my fingers in his hair. "You felt what? Feelings of love? Of submission?" He gasped and I felt his flinch die away. I was breaking down walls. "Yes, of love and yes, I'm not sure what submission means, I mean, I felt totally in your power, just, just hoping that you would love me back and desperate for, eh, for..." "For what?" "For, well, your approval, your attention, just, I suppose I felt so overwhelmed to be so close to you to the person I love more than anything, anyone in the whole world. As if I was a particularly devout believer in a religion and my god had not just visited me in person but had decided to fuck me too." "And you liked being fucked?" "Oh yes Jenny." "And how did you feel when I told you how I wanted you to submit to me?" "At the start? Oh god, like all my dreams had suddenly come true at once, I could hardly believe it." I frowned a little. "You've had fantasies like this?" "Well, of course, yes. It seemed as though you had read my mind." "Dan, I want you to be completely honest with me." He nodded, confused. "What I mean is, I don't like the idea of you having fantasies of any kind that I'm not aware of." He nodded again, but was just as confused. "So, what else do you fantasise about, have ever fantasised about?" He looked like he was going to resist. He began. "Well, there are so many, I mean, like if you mean ... ever ... then that's a lot of fantasising." "Stop Dan. You're evading me. Don' make me drag it out of you." He stopped. Nodded. "Tell me the important ones, the ones you return to, what you think I mightn't know. The ones I ought to know if I'm to know you completely." "He swallowed and closed his eyes briefly. "There isn't anything important that you don't know. I mean, that you haven't already gone there." I lofted an eyebrow. "Well, I mean the most important one, I suppose, what you mean, is where you tell me that you're going to take other lovers." This is what I had meant. "You fantasise about that?" "Well yes." "Just the telling or the doing? Tell me everything." "Oh Jesus Jenny. This will sound almost like I've being thinking about this all the time, secretly wanting you to cuckold me." "And haven't you?" "Well, there's a difference between fantasy and ..." "You don't have to explain that to me Dan. But it sounds to me as if you have fantasised about me being with other men and have never told me that. Is that correct?" "Well, yes, but..." "Dan, part of your surrendering to me is that I get to decide what is important and what isn't." "No, you misunderstand. What I mean is that I thought you knew this already, from the party, what you said then..." "What do you mean?" "What you said that night, when we were getting ready to go out. We'd been talking about Clarissa and swingers and that kind of thing and then you were so, so vampish and you said, that I'd get a chance to see something later..." "My lingerie." I interrupted. "Yes, that was it. I mean, later you turned it into something else, but at the time, I thought..." He trailed off as he realised from my reaction that he had jumped way beyond what I had meant. "No. Nothing like that was on my mind." I said. "I meant that we would make love later, that's all. It was you who were thinking that. What sort of fantasy did you have in mind?" He looked strangely put out and a little sulkier than I'd have liked as he considered his answer. "I don't think that I'd imagined anything specific on that occasion. I mean I suppose what was exciting was that I'd thought you were thinking along those likes and that you would surprise me." That sounded like more dissembling, I thought. I wanted him to describe his cuckold fantasy to me. I wanted to know how I would take the next step. "Dan, I want you to tell me..." I began, but as I looked into Dan's face, I realised that his petulance had now turned into outright rebellion. "Jenny wait. I don't want to wreck what we've begun, more than anything, this is wonderful, what you're doing, but there's something wrong and I have to say it or else it'll fester and wreck everything anyway." "What, what?" I asked, partly angry at his defiance of me and partly concerned that he might be right. "Well, you're saying something, that I fantasised, fantasise, about you being with other men and yes, that's true and although it's difficult, I will tell you about it. But you're also saying that this is me, not you. You said you weren't thinking of it yourself, but I don't think that's true. I know you too well and I remember that evening very well. You were thinking the same thing, I know it and if you don't admit this, then it'll be as if this idea comes from me and not at least partly from you too and that, that would mean..." "...that I'm doing it just to please you and not myself and that would be quite a different thing. You're right Dan and I'm sorry, it's true. I was thinking of that and I suppose that if I'm going to be in charge I have to take responsibility for these things and be true to myself too as well as to you." He was nodding vigorously. "But all the same, I didn't actually say anything that might have made you jump to the conclusion that I was talking about cuckolding you with some other man that evening. You were thinking that and let your fevered little imagination fill in the blanks. Even though I was thinking about the same thing, I didn't instigate the thought in your head. So while you are right, I am doing this in a major part to please myself, I'm also fulfilling your fantasy Dan. Isn't that correct?" By way of answer, he just gazed at me, his breathing shallow. "Isn't that correct?" I repeated, a little more sharply. "Yes Jenny." He said. My manner had been firm and commanding. I had found a no-nonsense tone that I'd never used before. It was as if living the dominant role gave me a new voice. I liked it, revelled in it. I loved Dan, loved him more than anything, but now I knew that up to now, our relationship had been imperfect. We had been living all wrong, as if we were driving in the wrong gear without realising and now, with me in the driving seat, having discovered the mistake and shifted up, it now felt so right, that I couldn't imagine how I'd never noticed how wrong it had been before. Dan was warm and loving, clever and funny, but he wasn't a leader, he was a follower. He had wonderful qualities, he was gentle, a healer, he liked to take care of people and help them. He was always kind and modest and never domineering or bossy, but generous and yielding. All womanly qualities. I on the other hand was a doer, I liked to take charge, take action, sort things out and order things as they ought to be. I could be firm and hard when necessary and was far, far tougher than him. But we had lived our lives according to the convention of the day. In lots of little ways - who drove the car, who handled the finances, who did the ironing, we just fitted into the roles that were expected of us even though they clearly should have been reversed. I stroked his face. "Yes, Jenny. That's right. Now, I want you to tell me a fantasy where, as you say, I take other lovers." He told, me, hesitatingly at first, but eventually he overcame his shyness and discomfort. While he talked, I smiled at him and stroked his face, occasionally kissing him on the cheek. I let him talk without interruption. I reasoned that what details he left out probably weren't important and in any case, the telling was more important than what was told. I wanted him to admit that he wanted this, that he was complicit in it. I had no doubt that he did want it, yearned for it even, but I knew that if he had anything to hide behind that he would be tempted to back out when faced with the prospect of actually going through with it. When he was finished, I kissed him deeply, letting my tongue lap on the inside of his cheeks and under his tongue, savouring him, until I felt him grow stiff and buck involuntarily against me. "I love you." I whispered to him. "I won't do anything to hurt you." He understood that I wasn't going to talk about it any more and rolled over to sleep. I counted it as a mark of my dominance that he simply accepted that I would do whatever I would do without question. I lay awake beside him for a few more hours. Making plans. Session Seven The next day, I woke before Dan as usual. Before I slipped out of bed I lifted the covers to have a lingering look at my husband, wrapped in my silky negligee and wearing a pair of my panties. I smiled to myself as I slipped on my robe and hurried downstairs. I returned with a breakfast tray and he came awake as I sat down on the bed beside him. "Gosh, I though it would have to be me to make breakfast from now on." He said as he sat up. "Not all the time, silly." I replied. "You're not going to become my servant. You never expected me to wait on you and I won't expect it of you all the time either." "In any case." I continued. "The difference between us is more subtle that just a question of who does the cooking and cleaning. Wouldn't you agree?" He looked at me a little sheepishly. "Yes, I know what you mean." "Exactly. That's not to say that I won't expect you to do some more work around the house, of course, but when you do something for me, I want it to be special. To mean something more that just 'Here's your breakfast.'" He smiled and I knew he got the point. In fact, I intended that he would do a lot more work around the house and some other things too, but I didn't want him to resent it or to see these things as chores. He had to be willing or else it would be no fun for either of us. "I've been thinking of something else too." I said. "I know you like wearing my clothes and I like it too, maybe not as much as you, but I want you to be able to explore that side of yourself. But I want to know - do you want some clothes of your own or do you want to continue to wear mine?" He didn't answer at first, but seemed to be thinking about this fairly hard. "Actually, it's sort of complicated. At first, I would have said that I would love to have my own clothes, but now that you offer, I'm not so sure. It seems to me, I suppose that if we bought some clothes for me, then they wouldn't be women's clothes, because they would be mine, if that makes sense?" I just nodded. I could understand what he meant, although I was a little surprised at this distinction "I mean, I suppose if I think about what makes it so exciting for me, is that I am putting on women's clothes. Obviously I love the feel of them and the look of them, but deeper than that is the fact that they are in some way taboo, that there is a forbidden element." I nodded again. He seemed to be working these things out in his own mind. Sometimes it's best for an analyst to just keep quiet and let the subject see what is in their own feelings. "Although, now that I think about it, it's far more exciting when you allow me to do so than it would be to do it in secret. Far more." "That's interesting Dan." I said. "So, you're saying that you don't really want to buy some lingerie of your own." "Ehhh. No, I think I would very, very much like that." He smiled. "But that wearing yours or rather, you letting me wear yours is better." I smiled too. "Okay, here's another thing. From the way you spoke just there, it seems to me that in the past you have sneakily worn my panties. Is that correct? I mean before we started any of this." He looked very guilty. "Yes." He said quietly. "There's no need to look like a criminal Dan." I said. "It's a little sneaky of you and I don't like that, but it's not a horrific crime. I forgive you. I can tell how much keeping this sort of thing bottled up must have been very difficult. But that has to stop now." He looked like he was going to protest or begin making excuses, but I cut him off. "Don't. I don't care how infrequent it was or anything like that, but I don't like the idea of you doing anything at all behind my back. In any case, as you say yourself, it's better when I allow you. Isn't that correct?" "Yes Jenny." "So, I will give you permission, to wear my things, just like I have been doing, but either I will offer or you may ask, but only when I allow you. DO you understand? My clothes are still my clothes. My personal, most private and precious possessions and you are to treat them with respect. Letting you wear my own things will be a special thing between us, understand?" "Yes, I understand. I'll never touch your clothes unless you give me permission." "That's good. I know you won't. Also, I don't want you to go buying anything on your own. If we get you things, we'll choose them together and I will pay for them. They'll be my gifts to you." He nodded, understanding. "Okay, that's settled then. Is there anything you want to add or to ask me?" He looked at me for a long moment. "No. Only that I love you so much Jenny." "Don't be so gushy Dan." I admonished. "You need to keep yourself in check a little." "Okay" He said sheepishly, embarrassed at his outburst. "Now, get dressed and put those things of mine in the laundry. It's nearly eight thirty and we both have work to go to. You'll need to hurry." Dan had a morning surgery and so needed to leave the house well before I did. My first appointment wasn't until eleven o clock and so I could dawdle. When Dan kissed me good-bye, I was seated at my computer, still in my robe, ready to write up some case notes. The temptation to go back to Clarissa and Gary's site was strong, but I fought it down and concentrated on catching up with my own work. I tired to put all my plans and new ideas on hold and get back into a more professional frame of mind. I typed and read for over an hour before powering down the PC and hurrying upstairs to get dressed for work. I had a busy day and worked through lunch. My last appointment finished at 4:00 and when it was done, I let my secretary leave, kicked off my shoes and opened Clarissa's file. I reviewed all my notes as dispassionately as possible and reclined my office chair as far back as it could go. "Now Doctor, what do you really think?" I asked my empty office out loud. I could no longer believe that Clarissa was suffering from guilt at how she treated her husband. If I could feel so empowered, so satisfied and so happy with what I was doing with Dan, then she surely felt the same, having been so much more experienced and having known all that she did about him when they first met. I scrabbled through my notes to find the phone number Dan had given me. In five minutes I had made a provisional appointment to refer her to the back specialist Dan had recommended. Without waiting to think any further I rang Clarissa's own number. Gary picked up their phone. "Hi Dr. Williams." He answered. "Yeah, she's here." He handed me over to his wife. "Dr. Williams, so nice to hear from you. Do you want to change our appointment later this week?" "No Clarissa, actually, what I want to know is if you're free to see a Dr. Merill this evening. I've decided that it is best to get a second medical opinion on your back problem before reaching any psychological conclusion. I want to be certain to rule out any medical cause before making a final diagnosis. The only thing is, he's very busy, but he does run an evening surgery and he's free in an hour or so. Would you be willing to have an examination today? Otherwise it could be several weeks before he could fit you in?" "Well, that would be okay, I think. I don't have anything else on today. Where should I meet you?" I hadn't intended to actually meet her, but it seemed only reasonable given the circumstances and the fact that I was springing this appointment on her at such short notice. In a few minutes we'd arranged to meet at Dr. Merrill's surgery and I closed up my office and left. Merrill's practice was in a new purpose built medical facility in the suburbs. I arrived before Clarissa and after confirming the appointment with the desk, sat down to wait for her. I found myself unconsciously checking my appearance as I waited and finally, gave in to the urge to go to the ladies room and fix my hair and makeup. When I emerged she was standing in the lobby, looking around nervously. "Jenny. Thanks for doing this. I'm sure you wouldn't recommend another examination if you didn't think it was necessary, but I have to tell you, I really don't like these places at all. I'm not that keen on Doctors, really." She admitted. I smiled. "That's okay. Dr. Merrill is the most highly-recommended back specialist there is and I know Dan would only recommend him if he knew he was good. There's no need to be nervous." "All the same, would you come in with me? If they'd allow it, then it would make me feel a lot better." I was unsure. "Well, if they'll allow it, of course I would, but I'm not sure that they the Doctor will let someone else come in." Clarissa looked even more worried at what I said. I went to the receptionist and asked if it was normal practice to allow someone else attend an examination. "Well, that's a question for the Doctor." She said. "Why don't you ask him yourself, here he is." Dr. Merrill was a middle aged man with a greying beard and thick glasses. "Ah, Dr. Williams. I know your husband well." He said and pumped my hand vigorously. "And this must be Mrs. Jones." "Yes, please call me Clarissa." Replied Clarissa. "Doctor, would it be okay, if Dr. Williams accompanied me, I'm rather nervous and I've had some bad experiences with previous examinations." "Of course! Of course." Boomed Merill. "Dr. Williams is your doctor in any case, so it's perfectly fine. I've just being reviewing your file that Dr. Williams emailed over. You've been seeing that butcher Dr. Kendon, haven't you? Terrible man. No doubt he had you in traction and all kinds of terrible things. Nothing like that here. We'll do X-rays and ultrasound and then a very gentle examination of your spine. You won't feel a thing. This is the twenty-first century here." He bundled us both into the surgery and in a few minutes I was wearing a lead apron and squeezing Clarissa's hand as she lay on the X-ray table. All during the examination, she looked to me for reassurance and comfort, holding my hand when possible. I'd never seen her look so vulnerable and frightened, even though the examination wasn't particularly invasive. My heart melted for her and I was relieved I hadn't backed out of coming in with her. While the Bray and scans were being processed, Merill asked Clarissa to strip off her top and lie face down on an examination table. He pulled a screen to hide her modesty while she did so, leaving the two of us temporarily alone. Before I could say anything, Clarissa came to me and hugged me. "Thanks for being with me." She whispered. And I felt a lump rise in my throat as I patted her back and whispered soothing words in her ear. She removed her sweater and her white camisole top and then turned away. "Dr. Williams. It's silly, but it hurts to reach behind me. Could you undo me?" She asked, indicating her bra clasp between her shoulders. My hands trembled a little, as I undid the clasps and I wondered if I imagined the feeling that she sighed a little at my touch. Almost without thinking, I pulled the bra gently apart and then reached around her to let her breasts fall free of the cups. My hands brushed each breast as I did so and before I could react, she caught my hands and held them very tight, then pressed them against the warm flesh of her breasts. "Clarissa." I said, startled and shocked, suddenly aware of how incredibly inappropriate the situation was and the presence of the Doctor on the other side of the flimsy screen, just yards away... "Shhhhh. Jenny." She whispered. "It's okay." And she released me, lying down on the bed. "Are we decent again, in there?" Called Merrill and I pulled back the screen, forcing a light-hearted smile onto my face. Merill pulled over a chair and began his examination, gently kneading Clarissa's back and running his fingers down her spine. I stood on the other side of the table. Clarissa smiled at me and without thinking I reached out and held her hand again. Up to then, Merill had seemed oblivious to our closeness, but I saw him take notice of that. "What do I care?" I thought, imagining him telling Dan about how his wife had held her patient's hand. What would Dan think about that? I wondered. While he examined her, his assistant appeared with the X-ray folder. "Hmmm. Yes, yes, yes." He mumbled to himself. "Mrs. Jones you have a straightforward trapped nerve in your spine. It's as simple as that. Look, look here, two discs are swollen and the vertebrae are forced out of alignment. I would expect that this is the result of strain over a period of time." "But, Dr. Kendon said..." "Ha! Kendon! I wouldn't ask him to treat my hair. That man's a moron. Missing something this obvious is close to a malpractice matter. You should have been on anti-inflammetories and using a brace for months, would have cleared this right up. You've suffered considerable pain needlessly and the suggestion that it's all psychosomatic - absolute nonsense - not to prejudge Dr. William's psychological diagnosis, obviously. Err, I mean." He faltered off, catching himself in mid flow. "That's perfectly fine Dr. Merill; you're confirming what I'd thought anyway. I think I can happily say that Mrs. Jones has a very clear state of mental health." "Good. Good. Good. Now, I'll get you a prescription straight off and get you booked for physio. classes and a back brace fitting and you'll be well on the way to recovery." He got up and pulled the screen again to allow Clarissa to get dressed. She got up and smiled at me as she picked up her bra. She lifted the straps over her shoulder and turned again. I stepped over gingerly, but couldn't resist the chance to be so close to her again. I lifted the bands together and pulled gently on the elasticated bands. "So, does this mean I'm no longer your patient Jenny?" She whispered. "Well, yes I suppose so." I replied. "But I have to warn you that Medical ethics don't just forbid relations between Doctor and patient during treatment, but also..." But she'd already turned around and before I could stop her she took my head in her hands and kissed me on the mouth, letting her tongue flick over mine and kneading my lips with her own. I pulled her to me fiercely, longing for the moment to last, but only too aware that I would have to break her clinch as soon as I could tear myself away from her delicious mouth. In the end, she was the stronger, as I felt myself weakening, she broke away and while my head reeled, she quickly pulled on her clothes and pulled back the screen. "I can't tell you how relived I am at your diagnosis Dr. Merrill." She said breezily as the Doctor scribbled his notes. Later, in the car park, I didn't want to leave her. "Clarissa, there's some things I have to tell you." I said. "I mean, I think I want to ask your advice, but now probably isn't a good time." "Well, I'm not in a big rush really. I thought that this would take longer than it has, so I gave Gary permission to go out with his friends this evening. If you want to talk, we could go back to my house or to yours or maybe you just want to get a drink somewhere nearby?" I considered for a moment. I didn't want to leave Dan on his own all evening and I was already later returning than I'd meant to be. "Would you mind coming to our house?" I asked. "It's not that far. I don't really want to go to a bar." She agreed and said she would follow me in her car. From my car, I phoned Dan on his mobile. As it turned out, he was also running late and wouldn't be home for a couple of hours. "Okay, that's fine." I said. I didn't tell him about bringing Clarissa over, but told him not to worry about eating; I'd make something he could heat up when he got home. Soon, we were both pulling into our driveway and I waited for Clarissa to join me at the door. Before we went in, I felt I had to try to explain. "I know this must seem strange, but really, despite what happened earlier, I really do just want to talk to you. There's something I have to tell you and ask your advice." "Sure, I understand." Said Clarissa. But as she walked inside she added. "That may be your motivation, anyway." "I tried to ignore her inference, but showed her into the lounge and fixed us both a drink. As she had done in my office, she shucked off her shoes and pulled her feet beneath her as she curled up on the couch. "So, what advice do you need Jenny?" She asked. "Is it okay to call you Jenny now?" I sat beside her. "Yes, I'm not sure I ever said that you had to call me Dr. Williams". "Yes, I just liked it." She replied with a mischievous smile. "Well, okay. Please do call me Jenny." I said. "First off, I want to tell you something. I looked at your web site. Your and Gary's web site." "I know." She said. I was surprised. "You do? You guessed that I would after yesterday?" "No. well, yes I suspected you would. But I actually do know. I can tell a lot of things about my visitors. Last night I checked the web server's logs, saw who was browsing and looked them up. It's pretty easy to tell these kinds of things on the Internet. If you want to be anonymous you need to be very careful." I was shocked. "Wow. I had no idea that you could tell that kind of thing so easily." She looked kind of guilty. "I'm sorry. I suppose it was a bit nosy of me. But I was so certain that you look it up when you got home, I just wanted to confirm my suspicion. I'd never really done anything like that before. In fact, I had to get Gary to help me." "So Gary knows that I looked there too?" "Well, yes of course. It's his site too, as you could tell. Is that what you wanted to tell me, I'm sorry to take the wind out of your sails." "No, no. not really." I said, shaking my head. "Really, I wanted to tell you, that after I looked at your site. Actually, Dan looked at it a little too. Well, he and I, well, basically, I suppose I took your advice and well, I dominated him." Clarissa giggled and then tried to look serious. "I'm sorry, it's just the way you said it. There isn't really language for it, is there? Saying 'I dominated him.' makes it sound like you shouted at him while he cowered in the corner. But I bet it wasn't like that at all, was it." "No, no it wasn't." "What was it like?" She asked, more quietly. "It was wonderful. I loved it." I said. "And Dan?" "Dan? Dan. Well, I think Dan has wanted this more than anything for any amount of time. He loved it too. It was wonderful." She scooched closer to me. "I'm so glad." She said, touching my hand. "I love to hear that people have begun exploring new sides to themselves after visiting our site. I've had emails - maybe dozens of emails - from people who say they've tried out all sorts of things in their relationships after visiting. I don't always believe them, but many must be true. I think I could tell straight away that you would really enjoy opening up a bit more. But now, are you feeling guilty, apprehensive, regretful?" "Not at all." I said. "If anything quite the contrary, I wish we'd tried something like this a long time ago. At first of course, I had misgivings but in fact it was easy and so natural, but I don't think I could have begun without meeting you and hearing how you lived your life or seeing your site." She smiled again. "And what was 'it'? What did you do? Tell me, I love hearing other people's fantasies." Now I was nervous again. I took a sip of my wine. "Well, as I think you might have guessed, Dan has been wearing some of my clothes off and on." "Yes..." She said. "And over the last while I have been denying him orgasm, although we have been making love a lot." "Did you use a ring?" She asked. "A ring? Well, oh, I see. No, I just used a scrunchie when it became necessary." "A scrunchie! How inventive. I must try that, I have loads of them." I smiled a little shyly, now embarrassed at revealing these details, but I so wanted to talk to someone about it. I was bursting with the newness of it all. "Yes, well. But the thing is that last night, well, that was different again. I mean, I suppose I made it more explicit." "That you were going to take charge?" I was surprised at her insight. "Yes, yes exactly and I suppose that was it. I mean, when I say 'I dominated him.' I didn't actually do anything, except just tell him that I was going to be in charge from now on." "Yes, that first moment is wonderful. And were you surprised at how he wanted that?" "Well, no." I admitted. "I think, I mean, I had suspicions, but it's more than that, I think I've actually know that he would want this for a long time." "That it was you who needed to change." "Yes and maybe I haven't even changed or if I have, I have changed back, it's more that I've given myself permission to do this kind of thing." She squeezed my hand. "That's wonderful. I know you're going to enjoy this enormously and that you'll never regret it. It will bring you ever closer together. It has for Gary and me. And is that all you did? Dressed him and told him how you would be the dominant partner from now on?" "Actually no, I suppose there was more." She looked at me. "I spanked him." "Oh, very nice." "And I fucked him with a strap on dildo." "Oh my, you're kidding! You were busy weren't you? Are you sure you've never done anything like that before?" "Oh no. I mean, apart from the little games we were playing over the last couple of weeks, never anything like that." "But before Dan?" "No. Not with any man." "Ah. The reason I ask is that I know that using a strap on isn't all that easy. You never used one before at all?" "Oh, I see. Well, yes, I suppose I have, but that's a lot easier, isn't it?" Clarissa smiled wickedly. "Yes, it is. Now, what is it you wanted to ask my advice about - you don't sound like you need any help from me it seems." "Well, that's the thing. I want to do something else. I want to sleep with someone else, with Dan's knowledge, like you do with Gary. Dan has told me how he fantasises about it and I want to do it too, but this is a little more dangerous than just playing games on our own. I wanted to ask you about that. I mean, how should I go about doing it and what should I watch out for?" Clarissa became more serious again. She undid her ponytail pulled her hand through her mane of hair. "You're right. It's not something you can just jump into. You're wise to be cautious. Session Eight "First off, can I ask you, why you want to do it? I mean, what's the attraction in it for you?" I had thought that I had already reasoned this question out in my own mind, but as I tried to form an answer, I realised that I didn't have the words quite ready. As I thought, Clarissa broke in. "Maybe it'd make it easier if I told you why I do it?" I nodded. I was interested to hear her thinking, now that we were no longer in a patient-doctor relationship. I wondered if she would reveal anything that she had not wanted to before. Also, it would give me time to think. "Okay. To begin with, you know how Gary and I first met; we actually began with him pretending to be my boyfriend in a kind of cuckold fantasy. You'll notice that in the photos, Gary and the other person, my supposed lover are never pictured together. In fact, I'd taken the photos of the lover a long time before with a previous boyfriend." "Yes, it's done in form of flashbacks." "Yes and kind of flash-forwards too. Mostly, the story is told with me and Gary together and me telling him what I'm going to do with this other guy." "Yes and then afterwards." "Yes, I tell him and the pictures illustrate my words." The site was rather cleverly done, mixing text and pictures together to form a unique sort of illustrated story, as the user scrolled through the text, new pictures were shown, keyed to the appropriate text that the user was reading. "Well, like I told you before, I've always had a strong sexual drive and I'd had relationships where I wasn't exclusive to one man at a time." I nodded. "But that wasn't quite the same." "Exactly, there, I was open with the person, telling them that what we had was a casual relationship, but we would have sex. They knew I was seeing other people, but it would be hidden - not exactly secret, but most people aren't comfortable talking about such things, they want to ignore it." "Especially men." "Hmmm. I'm not so sure that I would agree, but yes, how men deal with that kind of thing is different." "They'll compartmentalize and cover it. Essentially living in denial." "Uh huh. And some men can do that quite well and many others cannot. Like I tried to explain before, there's a knack in spotting the ones who can, not dissimilar to the knack of spotting submissive men." "And you'd managed this before - to have many lovers, but not openly acknowledging them to each other." "Exactly and what I'm trying to say is, that that is quite different to what I found with Gary. Having multiple lovers was just about me wanting to experience sex with different partners. Like a man would. I believe many women, maybe even most women actually would want that, but are so conditioned by society that they conform to a serial monogamous pattern while they search for a partner, while men can get away with having multiple partners all the time." "I don't quite agree with all that - but let's not get sidetracked." She smiled at me. "Okay, maybe one day we'll debate gender politics. For now, back to Gary. I suppose the seed of this began with a different lover. With him, his name was Gerry, he was a sexual submissive and we had an on-again off-again relationship over a couple of years. He and I would role-play a little, I was quite new to that kind of thing at the time and it was quite simple. He was quite into bondage and while I was prepared to go along with that, tying him and that kind of thing, he was looking for a bit more domination than I was comfortable with. In the end though, we broke up because we simply didn't love each other and we were never going to. I think, for that kind of emotional link, you really do need to be close to the person. However, what I did quite enjoy with him was that he loved to be humiliated sexually as a prelude to stronger stuff. I would tell him how small and puny his cock was and how my other lovers were so much better endowed. I enjoyed that enormously, the telling, the power it gave me." I nodded. "You understand, I think and you can probably understand too that that mental part of it was far more exciting to me than actually physically dominating him, with whips and paddles and things?" I nodded again and refilled her glass. "Okay, so after Gerry and I broke up, I didn't really have a partner, anything like that who I could have explored these things further with. As an outlet, I think, I wrote a story - essentially the story that you see me and Gary play out. Writing that was quite a release for me and it allowed me to explore where I wanted to go, rather than what Gerry wanted. I did some searching on the Internet and began to realise that what I was looking for was what a huge number of men were also looking for too. It made me think that maybe there was someone out there who I could act out this kind of thing with." "And so you posted your message, looking for a partner, with the story?" "No, not exactly, what I really wanted to do was to create the illustrated story - that would be the personal ad. I suppose I'm quite a visual person, I didn't imagine that many people would want to tread my story - In my mind I really wanted to make a movie, but that would be too difficult. The next best thing to show what I was looking for would be the photo story. I already had pictures of myself and Michael from a photo shoot that we'd done before, but I just needed to get a different model to play the other part - the husband. At the time, I wasn't looking for an actual lover - just someone who would play a role purely for the camera." "But when you met Gary..." "Yes, like I said before, it wasn't exactly love at first sight, but it was close. After only a couple of days I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him." "And the fact of how you'd met?" "Did it make that decision easier or harder? Easier really, because as soon as we'd first met and I'd explained what I wanted to do, I could tell he wanted it too." "But all the same, it sounds like you were originally looking for a partner for some sexual role play - just some fun, but almost immediately you decide that this person will be your life partner? Didn't you worry that it wouldn't be possible to base a marriage on that?" Clarissa looked a little put out by that. "Well obviously, but you know, we have a lot more in common than just an interest in sex. If we'd met at a bridge club, would you ask if I thought we could build a relationship on a mutual interest in card games?" "Well, okay, but it's not quit the same thing though is it?" "Yes, it is. The problems that could occur are more to do with the emotional complications of a three-way relationship - and that's the point I'm trying to make. For me, the thrill, the enjoyment comes from my relationship with Gary, not with the other partner. What I'm trying to say is, I wanted to find a man, who could also enjoy that sort of fantasy, not a man who just wouldn't mind if I slept around?" "I see. I see the difference, of course. And is that what you're asking me? If I just want to sleep around?" "Sort of, yes. I suppose I don't really have worries about you, but if you're asking me for help - which I think you are - then that's the first thing you need to be sure of. If you are just bored and want to try sleeping with other men then that's a problem. I do see that motive in some other people that I've met through the sort of social sex circles I've been involved with and that's always a warning sign. Mostly that's men, but sometimes women too. It's usually a sign of a problem in a marriage - the person's focus being outwards rather than on their own partner." I digested that for a moment. Was that me? Was I really just looking for a thrill outside of my marriage. It was true that I'd been having some fantasies before Dan and I had discussed this. "Hmmm. Now that you spell that out, maybe it is a problem for me. I think maybe that I have had some fantasies, maybe I'm just using Dan's desires as permission to act out what I want to do." "Well, don't go too far - nobody would expect you to do this entirely for him, in fact that would probably be a disaster too. The simple test is this. Would you prefer Dan to know or not to know what you do - in detail I mean." "Well, obviously no. I mean I want him to know." She looked at me firmly. "Think a bit harder, Jenny." I did. I pictured myself, having had sex with someone - Frank came to mind again - and simply keeping it a secret from Dan." I shook my head. "No - I wouldn't like that. It'd be wrong. I'd feel guilty and degraded - in fact, I think not only would I have to do it with Dan's permission, that would have to come beforehand - I couldn't just tell him about it afterward." Clarissa looked like she needed more. I sensed there was something else that I was missing. I pictured the scene again - me telling Dan - the details of the fantasy he'd recounted. "Actually, yes, I don't know if you agree - but the other person would have to know too." "Know what?" "About Dan and the fact that it wouldn't be a secret from him." Clarissa smiled. "Yes, that's it. In fact that's the real key - there can't be any secrets. Suspicion and lies are what make this kind of thing go wrong. People can cope with anything as long as there is trust. I don't doubt that Dan trusts you completely, but if you're careless or hide things from him, then he would sense it and that brings the whole thing down. You must be totally honest and he be totally open with him too. Things don't have to be fair, but they do have to be truthful and totally open. You can't begin to say to him that there's part of what you do with other people that are private between you and exclude him. Even if h might agree to that, it would force a gap between you that would cause everything to sour." I nodded. This sounded like good advice and I could sense that, like all good advice, it was easy to agree with, but would probably be a lot harder to follow than it seemed. "Okay now, let me tell you a little about me and Gary. Like I told you before, he doesn't engage in any social sex." I cut her off. "Sorry Clarissa, but is that what you call it? Social Sex?" She smiled. "It's my phrase - the language is so loaded with meaning that I like to avoid it all and use my own. It's supposed to indicate that it's open, social and with different people." "It's a euphemism though." "Well, isn't everything? I haven't found a word or phrase that doesn't make having sex with someone apart from your husband sound like the most terrible or irresponsible thing to do." "Okay - point taken. If I think of something better, I'll let you know." She smiled again. "Okay - but the point is, this is something I do, not him. Your mileage may vary, of course, but I think that if you both do that, that's really two new things to add and a lot more difficult to cope with. It also can make it like a quid pro quo - you get to have sex with someone else and therefore so does he - that's a bad implication in my mind." "I understand - and no, we discussed that and Dan won't be having sex with anyone else." "You discussed it?" "Okay, no we didn't really, but I'm making that decision and Dan will agree." "Of course he will. But do you think he might like to?" "No. In fact I know he doesn't." "How can you be so certain?" "Well, I just am - aren't you certain of Gary?" She dropped her eyes. "Well, yes I am, but well, okay. Let me tell you how I am so certain and see if you agree?" "I know why too - he worships you. You're everything to him and he can't feel desire for anyone else the same way." Her smile deepened and she flushed a little at my words. "Yes. That's it. I think you must have that with Dan too if you can see it in my husband." "I do. I think though, that I wouldn't be even contemplating this if I hadn't met you and got to know you and him. Like you say, I can see the kind of relationship you have and how much you love each other. It makes me believe that this can work out if we love each other completely." "Yes and not to labour the point, but you need more than love, you need the honesty too." "Point taken." "So, the question remains - how to actually do it. Well, that's actually pretty easy. I can put you in touch with some of our circle, recommend somebody maybe? You might not think it, but this is easier if you know the man already." "Really? That would seem to make things even more awkward?" She pursed her lips. "The point is, that you're going to need to be open. If you want to have sex with a stranger, Dan's going to need to know them too and that can be difficult to arrange. If it's someone you both already know then the openness is easy." "Uh huh." "Yup, that's the logical conclusion of being honest and open with each other. You can't just sneak off to a hotel room and come back to Dan, well you can, but at some stage he needs to meet this guy, maybe even be there at the same time and getting all that arranged with some casual acquaintance can be hard." "And do you know of anyone?" "You know I do. Frank and Lily are both close friends of ours and they have an open relationship too. Not like ours, Lily doesn't partake, but she allows Frank to fuck other women and although he can be a bit of a jerk, he's actually very mature about it." "Can I ask, have you...?" She nodded. "Don't ask me what he's like. But yes, I have and you know, we're friends. He and Gary get on pretty well too." "And you'd recommend him?" "Sure, but hey, I'm not a dating service. I can tell him you're interested, but you need to do this yourself." "Sure. Okay. And you mentioned another thing - about having Dan there. Can you tell me, do you do that?" "That, I can't help you with. In fact, you should really ask Dan about that - my advice is to ask him what he wants." "I have." I said. I debated about telling her what Dan had told me, but I wanted to be sure that I was doing the right thing." "In fact, he described in quite a bit of detail what he fantasises about." "Well, that's perfect. Bear in mind that you need to be sure Frank is okay with whatever you have planned." "Okay, but there's something more." "Yeah?" She must have been able to tell that I was nervous about telling her. "Jenny, I want to help. If you're embarrassed about telling me or worried about my reaction, don't be. You actually know more about me and what I do than almost anyone apart from Gary. You don't think that I'd judge you?" "No, no, but I'm worried about offending you. The thing is that what Dan told me, well, there's something more that you don't know about me." She grinned. "Ah, well, come on. Like I say, you know loads about me, but you keep your own self pretty well hidden. Come on, out with it." I grimaced. "The thing is, you asked me before if I'd had any lesbian relationships." "And you have. You as much as admitted it yourself just now." "Well, yes, but. That's the thing, part of Dan's fantasy concerns us." Her eyes widened. "In a doctors and nurses kind of way?" I frowned, shook my head. "What does that mean?" "Oh, you know, like kids playing - you show me yours and I'll show you mine. It was just something he said the other day at the 's." "Well, yes, I suppose so. He knows that I've been with women in the past and well, I suppose it's a common male fantasy - it's practically mainstream now. But ..." "And how do you feel about it." "Well, you can probably tell, I'm nervous about this, but well, you know all those things I said about Doctor-patient relationships, well, I'm not sure how I would feel about making love to, to another woman again, it's something I had felt I had left in my past, but well I..." "Go on." She said, a little more seriously, but still smiling. She had no idea what I was trying so hard not to say or to say. I was flushed and confused; I felt that I had backed myself into a corner, even as I had to admit that I must have intended to tell her this ever since we'd visited Dr.'s surgery." "But well, the thing is, Clarissa, all that we've been saying is that I have to be open, but the thing is, I'm not sure that I would want to have sex with another woman again, any other woman, but you, you make me feel in a way that I haven't in a very long time, maybe never before and if we, well, if we were to do something, something casual, then I don't think I'd want that. I think there would be a danger, well, a danger that it might become more serious than that or that I would. I think I might fall in love with you Clarissa." I blurted the last part out; the words just wouldn't stay in. I was afraid to look into her face. I stared at my hands in my lap. 'Be honest.' I said to myself. "In fact, I think I may already be in love with you." I looked up at her face, finally willing myself to see her reaction. She looked just a little surprised. "I suppose I think I may have guessed something like this. I have to admit, I've been flirting with you and yes, yes, I feel something for you too. There's been something there since we first met, hasn't there. But Jenny, you know this happens all the time. You're bisexual, you're a classic case, even the things you say, like how it was just a phase and in the past and all that. That's almost a clich? of denial. And you must know that bisexual people often fall in love with two people, they can't be complete without all sides of their personality." I didn't believe any of that - I'd heard this kind of thing before and always dismissed it as wishful nonsense. All I heard was the thing that made my heart beat faster. She felt something for me too. She had said that. Hadn't she? I didn't know what to say. I was torn. In one way, regretted having told her, but now, I also felt such a surge of emotion at what she'd said. She'd been deliberately flirting with me? I had to admit, that it was pretty obvious, but I hadn't wanted to admit the possibility. She'd felt something, even when we first met? Even just to know this meant so much to me, even if we could never take things any further. "Clarissa, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said what I said. I'd take it back if I could. Please, can you try to forget it?" She shook her head. "How can I forget it? I wish I could take away some of your doubt and confusion, but I can't. All I can say to you is that, yes, I feel something for you too. I'm not sure I feel as strongly as you, but I know I could, that I probably will. I think about you all the time. I want you. I need you. I believe that there's nothing wrong in that, but it's obvious that you haven't talked to Dan about this, have you?" "No. No." I blurted out. "And you know you have to." "Yes. Yes, I have to. Oh, why did I have to blurt it out to you?" "You know why - because you needed to know if there was any point. Jenny, I want to put my arms around you. I would, but I think that would be taking advantage of you. You need to talk to your husband. I don't want to confuse you further, but I think, unless I'm very wrong, that he will be okay about this and you should listen to him. No matter what he says, don't let your own prejudices or beliefs force you into doing something that you know is wrong or harmful. But listen to him. And no matter what, I do love you. " She stood up and I tried to get a handle on myself. "Jenny, I don't want to go, but I feel I ought to. Like I say, all I want to do is to put my arms around you and tell you it's all okay. But while I don't think that would do any harm to anyone, you might and I think what you need to do is just talk to Dan as soon as possible and be honest with him. Don't worry, it'll all be okay. Please don't cry any more." I realised that tears were streaming down my cheeks. I must look like a panda. "Okay, okay. I'm fine. I'll be okay. You're probably right, you should go. I'll be okay - Dan will be home soon and we'll talk. It will be fine." She walked towards the door. I watched her leave. At the doorway she turned. "I love you." She said and she was gone. Session Nine When Dan returned I was a lot more composed. I hadn't quite resolved what to say to him, but I was determined to be as honest as I could be. My own feelings weren't exactly clear to me, but I knew I couldn't resolve what I was experiencing without talking to him. As soon as he entered the living room and saw me he knew there was something on my mind. "Dan, please sit down. There's something I need to tell you." I said. He sat and waited, maybe I seemed too tense for him to say anything. I leaped straight in. "It started first when I met Clarissa." I began. Immediately, he opened his mouth and was about to say something but I didn't let him, but just kept going, the words rushing from me as I expelled all my worries into the room. "It wasn't like an immediate thing, but I sort of became aware of it more gradually. And it is all tied up in what we've been doing and all that. In a way it seems like coincidence but it probably isn't but first I need to tell you that I haven't been dishonest with you. What we've been doing, what we did last night, that is all true, it was wonderful. I haven't ever lied to you. I mean, I want you to understand that this is something separate - maybe related but separate, but I have to tell you now." "Jenny, slow down, slow down. Whatever it is that's bothering you, we'll work it out. I know that you've been worrying at something, just let it out and we'll work it out. We can survive anything. Anything." He added the last word meaningfully, with a lot of emphasis. "Okay, well, basically, I've been fantasising about Clarissa. More than that. We have been flirting a little and I feel very strongly attracted to her." "But Jenny, we talked about this. I mean, after the party, it was so obvious, I even said that if you wanted to be with her you should, that it would be fine with me. And then, I know it's different, but what we talked about last night, well, come on, what is really bothering you?" "No, no Dan. What we talked about last night, that's totally different. The point is. Look, I mean..." I bit my lip, searching for the right words. Dan broke in. "Wait. Just wait. Can I tell you what I think it is and you can agree or not, but I really think I know." He didn't really give me a chance to answer, but just kept talking. "It's different of course, because when you said last night that you wanted to sleep with other men, then that's just it - other men, nobody in particular and the thrill of that, is because it's forbidden, because of our relationship and like we said, with me knowing about it and you telling me and all - that's about us, not about them. We understand that. But with Clarissa, it's because you actually want to sleep with her. You want her. And that bothers you." "Well, yes, sort of, but no, there's more." He looked at me from under his long lashes. "You think you're in love with her?" He could see it in my eyes. "Jenny, when I looked at you last night, when I looked at you this morning, looking at you now, I know you love me and that's all that matters to me. Really and truly, tell me. Do you think you could love her more than me?" More? It was such a stupid idea - you loved one person or another. That's what I believed. But was it right? "Dan I love you more than anything, anyone. I could never love anyone more than you. But it's wrong. Wrong." "Why? Why is wrong? Do you think your love for her would grow, that eventually there would be less for me, that you would eventually stop caring for me at all?" I shook my head. "Is the love you feel for her the same feeling that you have for me?" I looked at him. That was a good question. No, no, it wasn't the same at all really. "Actually, no. No, it's not the same. It's like when we first met. But no, there's something less. From the start I knew I wanted to be with you and only you forever. But no, the feeling with Clarissa, is different. I mean, I don't want to live with her, but the feeling is very intense, I don't want to ever give her up either." "Doesn't that sound like a very strong attraction, rather than love?" "Maybe, but what if it isn't?" "So what? You still love me. You just said so. It is okay for you to love her too. It's different, not as intense, not as forever. It's okay." "That's what she said you would say." His eyes widened. "Yes, she was here. It's kind of a long story." I told Dan about the visit to Doctor Merrill. When I told him what he'd said about Dr. X he laughed. Later, I glossed over some of the details of Clarissa's advice about how to go about setting myself up with Frank. I wanted to think about what I would do before telling him. "So, then I suppose it all welled up inside me and I just blurted out to her that I loved her. I hadn't intended to and obviously, I should have talked to you first, but it all just sort of came out suddenly." "And what did she say?" "Well, she said that she was attracted to me too. She said I had to talk to you though and she left pretty much straight away. I was upset and she didn't want to stay, because, well, she didn't want to take advantage of me and well, she said I should talk to you. She seemed to believe that you would think it was all okay." "It is all okay." "Well, I don't know. I think I need to think about it a bit more. And wait, she said she loved me too. Just before she left." Dan just smiled. "Dan, you seem to be taking this all so calmly. Aren't you even a little upset?" "No. I don't see anything to get upset about. In fact, I only see good things. I love it that you have a new love. I mean, I would feel totally different about this if it were a man. You realise that don't you." "I can see that. Yes, of course, but surely this is just as wrong." "It's not wrong Jenny. You are who you are. You love me and that's all that matters." "Love you most." "Whatever. You love me as me. What we have is unique, special. Right?" "Right, Dan." "Feel a little better?" "Yes, a little, but I'm tired. Take me to bed." He took me by the hand and led me upstairs. When we'd undressed I kissed him deeply and he held me close. "Make love to me." I said and he lay me down and gently eased himself into me and we slowly, lovingly rocked together, kissing and holding each other until I felt my orgasm build to a wonderful, engulfing warmth and I clutched at his cock hard within me, letting him thrust himself into me and we came together, his sperm filling me as the orgasm subsided. It had been another emotionally exhausting day and we both slept late. Thankfully the next day was Saturday and neither of us had to work. Dan woke before I did and surprised me with breakfast in bed as I had done the previous day. "Well, Jenny, what would you like to do today?" He asked as we munched on our toast. I tell him that I would like to do some shopping, but that there are also a lot of chores to be done. We needed to do a couple of clothes washes, the whole house needed to be cleaned and that he still hadn't washed either of our cars, both of which were filthy. Before answering he asked what sort of shopping needed to be done. "I want to do some clothes shopping and pick up some other things. But also, I have a long list of groceries that we need." He smiled. "Okay, how about I get ready and go out and get the groceries nearby and then come back and get started on the washing and other stuff around the house?" I gave him a small smile. "Meanwhile, you can go into the city and do your shopping." "Alright." I replied, smiling at his ready acceptance of what I had been implicitly suggesting. "But you should first put on the first wash, that way, when you return, it'll be ready for drying and you can put on the second before starting on the cleaning." "Okay." Said Dan. "In fact, Dan, why don't you start that now, while I get ready to go out." He agreed and pushed the rest of his toast into his mouth and as I had finished too, he brought the breakfast things down with him, still in the little chemise and panties that he'd slept in. I got ready to go out. By the time I had finished dressing, Dan had returned upstairs. I sat on the bed until he went into the shower. As soon as I heard the water running, I made a quick phone call from the bedroom. By the time he emerged I had hung up the phone. As he towelled himself off, I looked into my lingerie drawer. I pulled out a stretchy nylon teddy that I thought would fit him. "Dan?" I asked. "Yes Jenny?" "Would you like to wear something of mine while I'm out?" He looked at the teddy. "Yes, Jenny." "How about this?" I asked, holding the transparent garment up in front of him. "Yes, I'd love to." He replied, swallowing as he spoke. "Okay. Now pop it on so I can have a look at you before I go." He pulled the clinging teddy over his naked body. It had a slight shimmering thread running through it, so it glistened a little, especially where it stretched. As he did the poppers beneath his cock. I stalked over to him. He stood up straight as I inspected him. I smiled at him and ran my hand over his straining cock and balls