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The Wife Series: Emperor's New Clothes
By Tatyana Mason
Thinking about last Saturday when my wife discovered my high heels and
what subsequently followed still gives me an enormous erection. Who
would have thought she would have willingly shaved my legs and dressed
me in stockings and heels? I sure didn't.
Anyway, the next day I was wondering how it would all play out? Was the
episode a one time deal? Would I get to wear them again? If yes, when?
And so on. To be honest I was afraid to ask.
The first hint of an answer came Sunday morning. We were in the bathroom
dressing when the wife made the remark "I'm not sleeping with a husband
with prickly legs. You'll need to continue to shave them. Think you're
up for that?"
"Very funny. Yes, I can handle it."
"Good" she said with a smile.
The remainder of the day passed uneventfully with no mention of the
subject.
Monday morning things took a dramatic turn. I shaved my legs and applied
lotion as I had the prior Saturday. It took more time than I expected,
but I managed to pull it off without nicking myself.
My normal routine is to lay my clothes out the night before so that I'm
not scrambling in the morning. This morning when I went to dress my
underwear was gone. In its place were a pair of black, satin panties and
a pair of stockings. I stared at both not knowing exactly what to think.
The wife stuck her head into the bathroom and said "Oh, you're out of
the shower. Good."
She must have noticed my dumbfounded expression.
"Yes, those are yours to wear today. In fact, you will be wearing
panties and stockings to work everyday. Consider them proper business
attire for the up-and-coming professional."
I just stared.
"Yes, you are definitely up-and-coming."
She had noticed my growing erection.
"Can't you say anything?"
"Ahh... thanks. I love you."
"I love you, too. Now get dressed or we're going to be late.
This certainly answered a lot of questions. I quickly slide on the
panties and stockings then finished dressing. Checking the mirror I
could see there was no way for anyone to know what was underneath my
clothes. This was better than I ever expected.
As we went out the door the wife said "By the way, don't get undressed
when you get home tonight. We need to go shopping. You can't continue to
wear my panties and stockings. If you do, I'll have nothing to wear for
myself."
She had a point.
---
The day in the office was much like any other day, other than what I was
underneath my business attire. If I stopped to think about it I got an
erection. Every now and then I would pull up my pant legs to check out
my stockings. It was a little slice of heaven.
The wife popped her head in my office one time just to say "What's up?"
She smiled and went on without waiting for an answer. Of course she
already knew what the answer would be.
---
The first stop at the mall was Victoria's Secret. By far, this is my
favorite store in the mall. It would be a dream job.
Anyway, we strolled through the sleepwear and then through what I would
label the 'aggressive' lingerie i.e. corsets, garter belts, etc. There
was one saleswoman helping a customer at the front register and another
saleswoman rearranging lingerie in the back of store. The back displayed
the core lingerie in all its finery. This was where we were headed.
Catching the saleswoman's eye, she said "Welcome to Victoria Secret. My
name is Virginia. Is there anything I can help you with tonight?"
"Not at the moment Virginia, but thank you" said my wife.
My wife turned to me and said "I think you need about two weeks worth of
lingerie. For the panties, we already know the size, it's just a matter
of deciding on the styles and the colors."
"Why don't we need to worry about size?" I said.
"Think about it", she replied.
Duh. I was wearing her panties so that meant she and I wore the same
size.
"Lets concentrate on styles and then we'll deal with colors"
"Ok."
As we toured the room my wife and I had a running commentary. "Do you
like this style?" "How about this one?" "That's not you (or me)" "I like
this one, but not that one" and so on. Four styles were our result: the
bikini brief, the thong, the low rise boyshort (my wife's favorite) and
the tanga (my favorite).
Now for the colors. Black was a no-brainer, but what about other colors?
White was out - too much like 'tighty-whities'. Neither of us were fond
of the pastels, so we agreed to focus on black, but add some darker
colors if they were available. With Virginia's assistance we ended up
with two black in each style, a couple of navy and a couple of crimson.
"Now for stockings" said the wife.
"Stockings" said Virginia, "are over by the counter. Sir, if you would
like I can place those on the counter."
"Thank you" I said as I handed Virginia the lingerie. She placed them on
the counter and returned to her straightening.
At the stockings display the wife picked up a package, turned it over
and said "Stockings are sized based on height and weight. I take a size
X. For you... let's see... you are size Y. Since we're considering this
business attire, we'll stick with the basic stockings i.e. black with no
seams or patterns.
Scanning the rack she said "Here's what you want. Let's see if they have
a dozen."
"Three... six... nine, ten, eleven, twelve. One dozen. Good" she
counted. She handed me the stockings and told me to check-out.
I laid the stockings on the counter as Virginia came around to the other
side. She ran through the usual formalities of cash, charge, etc. She
then mentioned that I should enroll in the VS hosiery club i.e. after so
many purchases I would receive free stockings. I enrolled. She finished
wrapping my purchases and handed me the bag. As she did she said "Enjoy
your new lingerie Mr. Mason."
"I will..." I said before catching myself.
"No need to be embarrassed Mr. Mason. I'll be glad to assist you anytime
you wish to shop at Victoria's Secret. Have a good evening."
I'm not sure how many shades of red I turned, but I did manage to say
thank you before turning to leave. I headed towards my wife who was
browsing in the front of the store. She noticed my face and asked what
was wrong.
"She knows."
"She knows what?"
"She knows that these are for me."
"So?"
"So she knows."
"So?"
"I ... it was embarrassing."
"Look. It's no big deal. I doubt you're the first man to purchase
lingerie for himself in this store and I doubt you will be the last. If
she didn't have a problem with it, then you shouldn't."
"Ok" I said as we walked out of the store, but I was still a bit shaken.
The next store we entered was the Aldo shoe store. My wife and I had
shopped there before. It was staffed by only one saleswoman and there
were no other customers present.
The saleswoman gave us the usual welcome from her position behind the
counter. We graciously declined her offer for assistance and began
browsing the selection of shoes.
"See anything you like?" asked the wife.
"Yes, but are we shopping for you or for me?"
"You, silly... but you know I would never turn down another pair of
shoes."
"Yes, well..."
"What?"
"When I ask her [saleswoman] for my size, as big as it is, she's
immediately going to know they're for me."
"So?"
"So... well..." I said in a fading out voice.
She paused a second as if contemplating a thought and then said "Ok,
let's go get some dinner. We can shop for shoes on another day."
---
It was a quiet ride to the restaurant. I was lost in my thoughts and
apparently so was the wife. After we had ordered, the wife finally broke
the ice.
"When I found your high heels last Saturday, I didn't know what to
think. My first thought was they belonged to another woman. I started
racking my brain for any other signs that would indicate you were seeing
someone else. I couldn't think of a one.
I looked at the shoes again and then it hit me. They were yours. I
checked the size, did a quick conversion from women's to men's sizes and
it matched. That fact, plus the little tell-tale signs over the history
of our relationship... your fascination with high heels, the times we've
worn each other's underwear... well, it all added up."
"Relieved that you were not involved with another woman, I still had to
decide how to deal with my discovery. I couldn't ignore it, because it
was obvious there was another side of you that needed attention. I also
felt that if I mishandled it there was a possibility I could jeopardize
our relationship. I love you too much to do that. Finally, I decided to
embrace it and... well... have some fun with it. I asked myself, what
would a man who had a pair of 5" stiletto heels want? He would want to
wear them and wear them with shaved legs and stockings. So we have last
Saturday's events, which I must say, resulted in some incredible
lovemaking."
She smiled after these last words as did I.
She continued.
"The next question was how to addresses this going forward. Considering
the pros and cons -- the pros being that I love you and I don't want to
lose you... and that sex thing was pretty awesome. The cons being...
well, my husband wears high heels and probably wants to wear my lingerie
and maybe everything else I have. Right?"
"Possibly. Maybe. Yes", I said reluctantly.
"As I thought."
She paused a second to let that sink in and then said "In the end I
decided to go with the pros because I do love you more than anything in
the world... and well... that sex thing."
We laughed after her last comment and then I leaned over and kissed her.
"I love you."
"I love you, too."
"So let me ask... did you like wearing my panties and stockings today?"
"Yes, very much so. It made for a very stimulating day."
"No doubt."
"Ok," she said. "Let's talk about tonight. I have to admit that I had
fun shopping with you in VS. We've shopped there before, but tonight was
different and in some ways more enjoyable. It was like shopping with a
sister or girlfriend. I guess because we were shopping for something we
both could wear. Boy, that sounds weird."
She chuckled.
"And I think you were enjoying it until the very end. Right?"
"Yes, it was a blast. I completely lost myself in there until the
saleswoman's... Virginia's comment. I was like a slap in the face."
"Well if we are going to continue down this path then you are going to
have to learn to deal with it. People aren't stupid. They can put two-
and-two together and figure it out as Virginia did. Obviously, she had
seen it before and obviously it didn't bother her in the least. That
being the case, there was no reason to get upset, right?"
"Yes, but..."
"No buts. If the person you're dealing with doesn't freak, then you
don't. If they do, then you still don't. That would only enforce what
they would expect your behavior to be. Thank them for their time and
walk away. Simple as that."
"Ok" I said in a more assured tone.
"Good. Now let's talk shoes. If you're going to be strutting around the
house in heels every night you're going to need more than one pair... my
that's a big smile on your face."
It was. I couldn't believe I was going to wear my heels at home.
She continued.
"Yes, you can wear your heels, but only if you have on your stockings
and only if you're wearing pants. Understood?"
"Yes"
"Ok, where was I? Oh, more than one pair of shoes. I want to go back to
the shoe store..."
"I..." I said interrupting.
"Let me finish. We're not going back tonight, but in a couple of weeks.
We'll go again on a Monday and we'll go after dinner and not before.
Probably closer to closing time. That will give us the best shot at
being alone in the store. Ok?"
"Ok."
"You will want to get two more pairs of shoes, preferably with different
heel heights from the pair you have. That shouldn't be a problem seeing
that the heels you have are at five inches! Anyway, the different heel
heights will help your feet, especially if you are planning to wear them
a lot. And something tells me you will.
She displayed a sly grin after that statement.
"One last thing. You will need to try them on."
"Whoa! I can't do that!"
"You will have to. You can't buy shoes without trying them on."
"But I didn't try on my stilettos!"
"No you didn't, but you should consider it lucky that they fit. That's
a rarity with women's shoes. Buying shoes without trying them on is just
plain nuts and you know that."
"I... well... I do, but I can't do that in the shoe store."
"Am I going to have to repeat myself again? Let's see how the saleswoman
reacts when you ask to try on shoes. If she's okay with it, then no
problem. If she balks, then we leave. Ok?"
"Ok." I said, but inside I was doubting my confidence to do it.
Dinner arrived and we changed the conversation to other topics.
---
Arriving at home we both headed to the bedroom to change. The wife said
"Showtime."
I had a puzzled look and said "Showtime?"
"Yes, I want you to model your lingerie."
"Oh, ok."
And I did. I went through all four styles saving the low rise boyshort
for last. I was modeling with in my white dress shirt, stockings and
heels. By the end my erection was huge.
"You've got work to do on your walk, but I must say I am impressed with
the emperor's new clothes. Come here."
I did. We embraced and kissed. And kissed and kissed again. She grabbed
my butt and said "I love the way your butt moves in these boyshorts. I
love you."
"I love you too" I said as we fell into the bed in a wave of love and
passion.
The End
Mhairi
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