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A CHANGE IN THE AIR
Chapter Two
Jenny was my best friend at the office and I knew she would do pretty
much anything I asked as long as it was legal. At this stage all I
needed was her mobile phone for a few minutes a few times a day. I told
her that I was going to try some flirty texting with my John as a bit of
a joke and she quite happily tossed her mobile over to me. It was
Thursday afternoon so I tapped John's number into the key pad and sent
'Hi John, really looking forward to seeing u 2nite.' A couple of hours
later I sent another text saying "see you later". I asked Jenny to let
me know if she got any replies but by the time I left she hadn't.
John was on his way out as I got home. I knew he always carried his
mobile in his coat pocket which was hanging up in the hall and I
carefully lifted it from his pocket and put it in the kitchen behind
some opened post. John was running late and shot out the door with only
a quick goodbye ? he was playing into my hands.
He came home as usual at about 11.00 pm and I was still up. I was
looking sad and was not my usual bubbly self when he walked in the door.
Whatever John was, he was quite perceptive and immediately realised that
I was not happy.
"What's up Sarah?" he asked.
"I think you know John don't you?" I replied. John was clearly a bit
taken aback and I thought I'd continue whilst I had the initiative.
"Who have you met tonight?" I asked. John continued looking confused.
"The texts John. Who is she?"
"I don't know." John replied.
"Oh come off it John you're not telling me you don't know who you met up
with tonight. Whose been texting you all day? How long's it been going
on?"
John was starting to get visibly stressed so I kept after him with
questions about when and where and what time they had met; all questions
that he couldn't answer as I knew there was no one to answer about. His
inability to give answers however was his greatest downfall as he
floundered around trying to explain and then apologise whilst all the
time I appeared to become more sad and depressed. In the end I told him
that I would sleep in the spare room and that we would talk sometime.
I had a good night's sleep but I could hear John padding around the
bedroom until well into the early hours before he must eventually have
fallen asleep.
In the morning I got dressed in silence making sure that I was wearing
my black basque, shortest skirt and highest heels to ensure that he knew
what he was missing. I made him tea and toast but wouldn't let him touch
me before leaving the house with a cursory bye. John tried a couple of
times to call me at the office but I had told the girls to say that I
was busy and not to be disturbed.
Unusually John was home before me and said we had to talk. He had had a
terrible day and didn't have any idea who the text was from. I dismissed
this out of hand and told him not to waste his breath. The evening
passed slowly as John kept bringing the issue up and I kept brushing him
off. I made a point of keeping my skirt and heels on and always being
close to him but not allowing him to touch me. Once again we slept in
separate rooms and once again I heard John wandering around the room
until the early hours.
I slept in the spare room for two more nights and made his weekend
miserable. I had bought a really short denim skirt and wore this on
Saturday with my four and a half inch high knee high boots. This and the
crop top made me look about twenty and the poor man was beside himself
with a mixture of frustration and lust for me by the end of the weekend.
Monday morning I got up earlier than usual and dressed for work. I
pulled a pair of nude stockings along with one of my older suspender
belts and a pair of satiny knickers from the drawer. I sat on the bed
next to John who was already awake. John held my hand but I moved it
away quickly.
"Not yet John." I said.
"Look." I said. "I don't know if I can trust you anymore and if I can't
I really don't know how we can carry on."
John looked dejected but said nothing.
"However, I've got an idea and am prepared to give things another go if
you agree."
John's eyes lit up and he sat up straight in bed.
"Anything." He said. 'I'll do anything that you want.
"OK." I answered. "I want you to wear these to work under your work
clothes." I said, holding up the stockings, suspenders and panties.
"Women's clothes?" He said.
"Call them what you want." I said. "But I can't see you carrying on with
anyone if you are wearing women's underwear?"
"OK. So you want me to wear these things under my suit today?" John
said.
"Yes." I said. "And the next day and the next day until I'm sure you're
not cheating on me."
"Come on Sarah." Said John.
"OK." I said gathering up the silky lacy items on the bed. "Don't
bother. Carry on seeing whoever. She obviously means more to you than I
do."
"No. No. I'll wear them. It's no problem. It's not as if anyone will see
them is it?"
John got out of bed and showered. I hung about in the bedroom watching
whilst he clipped the suspender belt around his waist and put on the
panties. He started to roll up one of the stockings when I put my hand
on his leg and stopped him.
"How are you going to pee?" I asked.
"Oh yes." He said as he looped the suspender straps under the panties
and carried on rolling the stockings up his legs. When he had finished I
told him to wait a minute. From my jewellery box I got a small padlock
and slipped it through two small holes that I had made earlier at the
back of the suspender belt.
"This is to stop you taking them off without me knowing. The only way to
get the belt off without the key is to snap it off. Whilst I am sure you
are perfectly capable of snapping the belt all that will do is prove to
me that you're still meeting with whoever."
John nodded and quietly put the rest of his work clothes on before
joining me downstairs. I showed him the small key and told him that I
was going to put this key on a chain around my neck so it would always
be with me. When he came home in the evening I would unlock the belt and
he could take it off but he must put it back on if he went out.
I put my arms around John and kissed him deeply on the lips whilst
putting my hand down the front of his trousers and feeling his hard dick
within the confines of the silky panties. I felt incredibly horny
knowing that my husband would be spending the day in women's stockings
and suspenders. John put his arms around me and said that maybe wearing
stockings might have some benefit after all.
"Yes is might." I answered knowingly.
I rang John up several times in the day and asked if he still had his
underwear on and was it ok or was it causing any problems. He said that
he had to sit down to go to the toilet, so that his work colleagues did
not see his underwear, but apart from that and a bit of itching from the
hairs on his legs it was fine. I was home before him and when he came
through the door I gave him the key to unlock the belt.
Every day for the next fortnight he put on the suspenders and stockings
every morning and I locked them on him. Every night I gave him the key
but was careful to make him wait a little longer each day until by the
end of the second week I had only given him the key just before we went
to bed.
Every day I asked John if he had a problem with his stockings and every
day he said no except for the fact that the hairs on his legs made them
itch a bit and he kept having to scratch his legs through his trousers.
I knew that this must be a problem as one day he came home with a very
large hole in the right leg of his stockings.
"Oh John." I said. "Real ladies don't walk around with holes in their
stockings. Have you ever seen me dressed like that?"
"Good job I'm not a real lady then isn't it?" I smiled sweetly and went
to the bathroom.
"Look John. Go and take a bath and I've got something to sort out the
itching." I gave John the key to the suspender belt and he went off to
the bathroom on his own.
I left John to soak in the bath for a few minutes before joining him and
asking him to stand. He stood up, as usual with a big, for him, erection
sticking out in front of him. I took a bottle of Immac hair remover from
the cupboard and applied it generously all over his body paying
particular attention to his legs, the crack between his arse and around
his balls. After leaving him standing for ten minutes I used the shower
head to wash all the hair away and then repeated the process three more
times until you would be hard pushed to find a hair on his body except
for his head.
"There. That should make things a lot more comfortable for you but you
will need to do this yourself from now on otherwise the stubble will
grow back and be even more unpleasant with stockings on."
"OK." Said John. "But I won't be wearing them for ever will I?" He said
with a smile on his face.
"Well, you're wearing them for the moment because they seem to be
helping to keep your dick in your pants don't they?"
John got out of the bath and towelled himself down. Although he didn't
need to, he put his stockings, suspenders and panties back on and locked
the little padlock shut. I left him to finish getting dressed and went
to cook us some dinner. I was quizzical as to why he had chosen to put
his stockings back on even though he didn't have to and thought that
maybe things were moving the direction that I wanted them to of their
own accord.
Over the coming weeks I made more of a fuss of him when he was wearing
stockings by giving him hand jobs, blow jobs and having sex with him. I
think both he and I were turned on by the electric effect of our
respective nylons rubbing together and despite his small dick he did try
hard to please me. The increased sexual activity was positively
reinforcing him wearing the stockings and I made a point never to engage
in any form of sexual activity when he was not wearing them.
As the weeks passed by I could feel myself becoming more dominant both
at home with John and in the office. John was wearing his stockings
every day now from when he got up until when he went to bed seven days a
week. He only ever complained if he needed to shave anywhere but as he
was now shaving his legs most days this was not much of a problem. John
had progressed from wearing cheap supermarket stockings to my second
hand ones and I had also bought him his own suspenders and panties.
I was definitely taking the leading role in the bedroom and had started
on some mild bondage by tying him to the bed with an old pair of
stockings and blindfolding him. At first he was a bit uncertain but
after a few mind blowing blow jobs tied down he was always up for more
and more. I tried to make sure that the more bizarre my requests the
more exciting the subsequent sex was and this strategy was definitely
paying dividends. Whilst John was out at his investment club I had
bought a pair of five inch heels in his size. When he came back from his
club I was in the bedroom with just a basque, heels and stockings on and
I beckoned him to lie on the bed saying I had a surprise for him and
that he was to take his panties off. Once I had tied him down and
blindfolded him I got the heels out and slipped them onto his feet. I
was expecting some resistance but I got none. I slipped his panties off
and pulled them down his legs and over his spiky heels. I took his erect
dick in my mouth and gently sucked, running my lips up and down his
shaft. As soon as I could feel him getting close to cumming I stopped
and licked his legs from his high heeled feet to the welts of his
stockings. When his erection started to subside I took his dick back
into my mouth again and sucked and licked it hard. By the time I had got
to the fifth time John was squirming and groaning and thrashing around
on the bed. I told him to quieten down but it didn't seem to make any
difference so I slipped my own panties off and shoved them in his mouth.
I took another pair of stockings from the drawer and tied his ankles to
the bed taking care to leave his five inch heels on. This succeeded in
quietening John down and also meant he could only buck his hips as his
arms and legs were now pinned down. I carefully lowered by cunt over his
dick and dropped myself onto him. As soon as he got excited I would lift
myself up and as John lifted his arse off the bed, his dick searching
for my cunt I would lift myself further. No matter how hard he tried I
wouldn't let his dick back inside me until I was ready. He was moaning
more and more and trying to spit my panties out of his mouth. I pushed
them back in and thought that I had better remember to come up with a
more effective gag next time.
I managed to keep John on the bed for three and half hours before
letting him finally cum inside me by which time he was covered in sweat
and looked pretty exhausted. As I untied his bonds I told him to put his
panties back on and keep his heels on. He slid off the bed and stood up
a little unsteadily before walking over to the mirror. For his first
time in heels, especially five inches, he managed quite well and
standing next to him in front of the mirror I thought we could make
quite an attractive couple ? of girls that is.
"Why did you want me to wear heels for sex?" John said.
"Didn't you like it?" I replied. Taking care not to actually answer the
question.
"Yes it was wonderful but why?.." I put my finger to his lips.
"Shhhh." I said. "Just enjoy it. Anyway you look really nice in those
heels I may well get you another pair for sex."
Friday morning came and I thought I'd wear the new basque that I had
bought recently to work. The basque had cost a little more than usual
and was quite stiff. It was difficult for me to hook together at the
back so I asked John to give me a hand. He seemed to jump at the chance,
hooking the stiff garment for me and smoothing his hands down the satin
panels. He opened my stockings draw and took out a pair of nearly black
seamed stockings and asked if I wanted him to help me put them on. I
said yes but that he would need some latex gloves from the kitchen to
make sure that his hands did not ladder them. John disappeared and
returned a few minutes later with the thin latex gloves on. I held one
leg out for him and he gently rolled the thin nylon stocking up my leg
and carefully attached it to the suspender straps. I held my other leg
up and he did the same. He took great care to make sure that the seams
were absolutely in line up the backs of my legs. John picked out a white
blouse from the wardrobe and held it open for me to put my arms into
before he buttoned it up the front. He took my shortest navy skirt from
the wardrobe and held it down for me to step into before pulling it up
over my nylons and zipping it up the back. John took my four and a half
inch heels from the bottom of the wardrobe and held my hand as I stepped
up into them. I felt almost like a Victorian lady with her own ladies
maid as John fussed around me passing me my make up and hair brushes. As
the days passed John's assistance dressing me became a regular
occurrence and I would often let him decide what I would be wearing.
One Thursday evening after John had left for his club saw me pay a visit
to the adult shop in the town. I felt that our sex life needed to be
moved along a bit and bought a few toys that I thought might help us.
The following morning after John had finished dressing me I told him to
wait a moment whilst I fetched something. Disappearing into the spare
room I took a pair of love balls from one of the bags and returned to
our room and passed them to John.
"What are these?" John asked.
"You don't know?" I replied. "They're love balls. You place them inside
your cunt and they keep you horny all day."
I unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor whilst opening my legs
slightly.
"Help me put them inside will you John?" I asked.
John gently pushed aside the triangle of satin covering my cunt and
slowly pushed the balls into me. He then took the cord and tied it to
the string part of my thong that ran under my legs.
"That'll stop them falling out." He said as he picked my skirt up from
the floor and zipped it back up around my waist.
As I moved around the room the balls moved around inside me giving me
all sorts of pleasurable feelings. The way the high heels pushed my body
forward somehow also contributed to the sensations and by the time I had
left for work I knew that I had quite a damp patch in my knickers.
There wasn't a minute went by during the day without me feeling the
balls moving around inside me and by the time I got home I was gagging
for a big cock. Trouble was John didn't have anything remotely
resembling a big cock so I settled for tying him to the bed and making
him lick me out whilst I gave him a hand job.
John had once again settled into his routine and despite the odd nature
of our relationship things were starting to become a bit vanilla again.
I knew it was time to move to the next stage and to do this I needed
Jenny to go a bit out on a limb for me.
Vicky
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