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A CHANGE IN THE AIR Chapter One Droplets of warm soapy water were still running down my 34DD breasts as I stepped out of the shower and grabbed the soft fluffy towel from the rail. Wrapping it tightly around me I switched off the en suite light and moved silently back into the darkness of our bedroom. I switched on the bedside light, hoping it would not disturb John, my still sleeping husband, too much. I stood in front of the long mirror that was fixed to one wall of the room and gently rubbed the towel back and forth over my body before letting it drop to the floor. Looking at my naked image in the softly illuminated mirror I thought not bad' for thirty four years of age. My breasts still had their youthful firmness and my waist was the same size as when I was nineteen. My long blonde hair and toned legs also defied their real age. I sat on the bed and opened my lingerie drawer. I pulled out a white cotton bra, a pair of comfortable largish knickers and some black 60 denier opaque tights. Although not the most excitable of garments they were practical and durable for my position as PA to the head of marketing at a large multinational drugs firm. I opened the wardrobe door and after a couple of seconds thought pulled my favourite long woollen skirt and matching top from their hangers. Again not an unattractive ensemble but hardly likely to set the world on fire. Smoothing the skirt down I stepped into the pair of black one inch heeled loafers that I had thrown under our bed last night. After brushing my long blonde flowing hair and applying a thin covering of make up I headed downstairs to the kitchen to make some tea and toast for my husband, John and I. The kettle had just boiled and the toast popped up as John appeared in the kitchen in his dressing gown. John was a good man and had been a good husband during our six years of uneventful marriage. He was quite slightly built with thick curly blond hair on his head but precious little elsewhere. Standing only five foot five inches high I daren't wear heels when we were out together for fear of towering over him. John sat at the breakfast table and slowly ate his toast and drank his tea whilst at the same time scanning through the pages of the Guardian. For my part I was running a bit later than usual and hurried out of the front door pausing only to give John a quick peck on the cheek on the way. The journey to work was as uneventful as always and I passed the time listening to one of the many local radio stations. There was an interesting report on the radio about the increasing dominance of women in the home and in the workplace and although I didn't think much about it at the time it was undoubtedly that programme that planted the seed for what was going to become a major restructuring of mine and John's life together. My day at the office was also as uneventful as usual. My boss Stewart was at a conference in Geneva and his absence always meant that things would be quiet. Sound takes from the morning's radio programme kept flashing through my head during the day and as I turned the key in the ignition of my car to go home I felt an odd sort of emotion running through me. I wasn't unhappy with my life with John but it was, well, rather vanilla. The sex was ok but that was about all and John was the type of stereotypical man who didn't actually do an awful lot around the house. Although it was only twenty minutes drive home, by the time I was at front door I had decided that things were going to change and an embryonic plan was slowly coming together in my mind. I knew that I was attractive, despite the somewhat conservative dress code that I followed at work. Some of the younger guys in marketing had made one or two suggestions about what was under the long woollen skirts that I often wore and how they would love to find out. I was used to it and shrugged it all off as a bit of good office banter but knew that one or two of the guys weren't joking if the opportunity came up. Tonight, Thursday, was John's night out. He was part of an investment club with some blokes and a couple of women from his office. They each put ?40 a month in and spent Wednesday nights discussing how they were going to invest it. I think it was more an excuse for a few beers and a good time rather than a serious money making scheme but they had made a few pounds over the years. As the front door closed and John left I sat in front of the television pondering my plan and fleshing out some of the details in my head. Still thinking about how I could get over some pretty difficult hurdles and climbed the stairs to our bedroom to change out of my work clothes and into my jeans. As my skirt fell to the floor I noticed a small damp patch at the front of my panties and realised that even thinking about the ideas that were all rushing around in my head was making me as horny as hell. It took me only a few minutes to change into a pair of jeans and a jumper and get back into my car. Thursday was late night shopping and the shopping centre was open until 10.00 pm tonight. During the short journey I worked out what I needed and after about forty minutes I was on my way back home laden down with bags. I knew that John would still be out when I got back so I emptied the contents of all the bags out on the bed in the spare room. There were three navy blue skirts all the same length, 20 inches, some assorted blouses for the office and four pairs of black court shoes. Although the style of the shoes was the same the four pairs had heel heights of between two and a half and four and a half inches. Some smaller bags contained an assortment of tights, stockings and suspender belts. I hung most of my new purchases up in the wardrobe in the spare room with the exception of one of the skirts and the court shoes with the two and a half inch heels. These I put in the wardrobe in our bedroom. When John came back I was fast asleep in bed but the embryonic plan now had a structure to it and the next day was going by the first day of the rest of mine and John's life together. It was 6.30 am as normal when the alarm went off and I took my usual morning shower. This morning however the woollen skirt stayed in the wardrobe and the flat loafers under the bed. I put on my usual white bra and knickers along with the opaque tights but slipped on the new skirt and two and half inch heeled courts that I had bought the previous evening. To be fair I didn't look a lot different from normal and the 60 denier opaque tights certainly toned down any more glamorous image that may have been suggested by the shorter skirt and higher heels. In any event if Stewart had visitors I would often wear a skirt suit so John was unlikely to notice let alone comment. I was right. If John did notice, which I doubt, he didn't say anything. My plan was incremental change, day by day changing my image and John's position in my life. Day one was a roaring success as no one noticed any difference at all. The weekend was normal and Monday and Tuesday the same, except that I continued to wear the shorter skirt and higher heels. On Tuesday whilst John was asleep I selected a packet of tights from the spare room and wore these instead of the thick opaques. I deliberately picked a pair from a supermarket multipack. There was nothing out of the ordinary about them and any one of dozens of women at my office would be wearing something similar. Again John didn't notice. Thursday rolled around and John was out once again. As I heard the sound of his car disappearing around the corner I got all of my new skirts together and pulled the top off the sewing machine. My mother had been a good wife to her husband and in addition to being able to prepare some really delicious meals she was a competent seamstress; a talent which I had inherited. It took only twenty minutes to take the length of one of the skirts down to nineteen inches and the other two to eighteen and seventeen inches. I hung all three skirts up in the wardrobe in our room and again by the time John came home I was fast asleep. Over the course of the next week I progressed to wearing the nineteen inch skirt with the three and a half inch heels. I also started to apply my make up using slightly darker and more vibrant colours and by the time the week had passed I was sure that John had noticed some difference in me as our normal pecks on the cheek in the morning had progressed to hugs and kisses as Johns hands wandered over my body. I had certainly also noticed a difference at work as the younger lads in marketing were finding excuses to call into the office more often on the pretence of needing to talk to Stewart. One in particular, Dave, was not very discreet and I knew he waited until he had seen Stewart disappear down the corridor before coming into my office pretending to look for him. Although he was a nice guy he could talk the hind legs off a donkey and was hard to get rid of if Stewart was slow in returning. Talking however was apparently not the only trait he had in common with a donkey according to Karen from accounts who had gone out with him for seven months. There must have been some truth in this as when he sat on the end of my desk the bulge in his pants was quite apparent. I was into my third week now and decided it was time to up the ante a bit and dispose of the supermarket tights and still relatively conservative skirts. On Friday morning I threw all of the budget tights in the bin and pulled on a pair of branded high sheen tights. I had been careful to make sure that I could buy the exact same shade as stockings later on. By Monday I had on the eighteen inch skirt and as well as the more noticeable make up was also wearing red nail polish on my nails. Thursday nights investment club gave me the opportunity to convert the twenty inch skirt into its sixteen inch mate and I was wondering how far I was going to go with my shortening exercise. Things were hotting up at the office and my never ending stream of visitors didn't seem to be abating. Stewart had ordered some new office furniture which turned up when he was out and I was left with making sure the delivery guys put it together properly and it was all positioned correctly. For my part I had a new desk and side unit along with a very flash swively chair. As you would expect the desk had a modesty panel at the front to prevent passers by from catching a glance of the users legs. The delivery guys left me with the paperwork and a bunch of alan keys in case we needed to disassemble the desks. It took only a few minutes to use the alan keys to remove the modesty panel and I carefully hid it behind one of the large filing cabinets in the corner. Not surprisingly lots of people commented on the office improvements and I think the sight of my shiny nyloned legs under the desk were part of the improvements! To get through to my next stage I needed to alter my routine in the morning slightly. For years I had got up first and John had risen and showered about ten minutes later. I knew that John had to be at work by 9.00 am but that in my case my flexi hours meant that I could get in any time before 10.00 am as long as I worked the total hours for the week. I mentioned to Stewart, in passing, that I would probably be coming in a little later and working later in the evening and he seemed to have no problem with this. From John's point of view I told him that Stewart had asked if I could work later and I had said yes as long as I could come in a bit later. None of this was at all suspicious but it did mean that when I came out of the shower John now needed to get straight in if he was not to be late. Friday morning I took the plunge and whilst John was in the shower I wrapped a white six strap suspender belt around my waist and slipped on a pair of nude 10 denier stockings that I had bought that were the same colour as yesterdays tights. By the time John came out of the shower I was fully dressed and I know that he didn't notice the difference. The morning hugs and kisses were becoming more and more extensive and as my skirts had got shorter John's hands had roamed further and further over my body. Today was no exception and as I was keen that he didn't discover the suspender belt and stockings on the first day it took some agile moving to keep his hands away from the tell tale bumps. At the office things were a bit different and I knew that by pulling my skirt up slightly a small band of white flesh could be seen by any passers by who looked in the direction of the missing modesty panel. By the following week I had progressed to the seventeen inch skirt and there was no need to hitch my skirt anywhere as it was virtually impossible for my stocking tops not to be visible under the desk when I crossed my legs. I was also wearing the four inch heels regularly and by now Dave had become a sort of slavering Pavlov's dog, crossing and recrossing the entrance to our office with his eyes always 'accidentally' in my direction. I had been wearing stockings for over a week, carefully moving my body away from John's probing hands in the morning, when John came out of the shower a little quicker than usual and caught me pulling my short skirt up over the stocking tops. "Blimey." Was all I heard. I turned around quizzically and said "What's up?" "I didn't know that you were wearing stockings to work." He said. "Oh? I've been wearing them for some time. I find them a lot more comfortable and tights are far more likely to cause infections." John seemed to take this at face value and I thought that I would take this opportunity to up the stakes a bit further by putting on the four and a half inch heeled court shoes. As I slid my foot into the steep arch of the black high heel I realised that this extra half an inch seemed to make a lot more of a difference than the previous half inches. I could feel my breasts moving forward and needed to push my arse out the opposite direction to counterbalance the effect that the higher heels were having on my body. It took a few minutes walking around the room before I started to feel a bit more comfortable but I wasn't sure whether I would be able to wear this high a heel all day long. I was almost on the verge of slipping my lower heels into my bag but thought better of it. If I took lower heels to work to change into there was serious danger that I would, whereas if I persevered then I would have to master the art walking in higher heels. As I moved around the room I could feel John's eyes on me and two or three times he wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me passionately on the lips. Despite the relatively small size of his manhood I could feel it in his pants as he pressed his crotch up against my short skirt. By the time I left the house I was starting to get used to the heels although driving was another hurdle to overcome. I got to the office and I was amazed at what difference this half inch on my height was making. From the men in the office there were streams of compliments on my appearance although some of the girls were a little bit cool shall we say. As the day progressed I became increasingly more used to the heels and by lunch time I was actually finding them quite comfortable. My shadow Dave seemed to appear in my office even more frequently than usual and just couldn't seem to keep his eyes off my long nyloned legs and heels. Jokingly he started talking about meeting up after work and although I dismissed him pretty much out of hand I did think this might be worth remembering for the future. Over the next few days I changed my tack slightly and made sure that John saw me put my stockings on every morning and I took great care to roll them up my legs in the most sensual way I could. John was getting more and more interested and his hands were now all over me from the moment I got out of the shower. He would be constantly feeling my nyloned legs as well as showering me with kisses. He couldn't seem to take his eyes off me to the extent that one morning he actually walked into the bedroom door whilst looking me up and down and gave himself quite a nasty black eye. I was now regularly wearing either my sixteen inch or seventeen inch skirt along with The four and a half inch heels. Occasionally for a change I might wear my four inch heels for a day but this was the exception. I always wore stockings, sometimes with a suspender belt but increasingly with a tightly boned basque. John was now regularly sitting on the edge of the bed watching me get dressed, his five inch penis rock hard and straining at its foreskin. Now and again I would rub it or suck until a little precum oozed from it but I made a point never to let him cum in the morning. I had seen some very sexy seamed stockings in town and I was finding that these made an elegant change. From the point of view of the guys in the office I always got the most attention when I was wearing my sixteen inch skirt with four and half inch heels and the seamed stockings. Dave virtually lived in my office when Stewart was out for the day and hardly a day went by when he didn't ask me out for a drink after work. So far I had politely refused. Increasingly I was also keeping my work clothes on in the evening, touching up my make up when I got home and maybe changing my stockings for a different shade. Strangely on the odd occasion I did change into jeans or something else casual I found my flat shoes quite uncomfortable and had been forced to buy a pair of high heeled knee length boots to wear under my jeans. We were now twelve weeks in and although everything had gone to plan from John's view point all that had changed was that he had acquired an incredibly sexy wife. I knew that rubbing and sucking his dick in the morning kept him horny all day and he would come home with a stonking erection wanting sex. Although initially I was happy to oblige I was starting to make him wait longer and longer by just rubbing and sucking but not letting him cum. Although I never caught him I think that he was masturbating on his own more and this was not a development I was too happy about. Although I was quite enjoying my new found attention I needed to go to the next level and get John moving down the road to being a better husband. 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. Who's 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 spikey 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. A CHANGE IN THE AIR Chapter Three I knew that John always went over the road to a wine bar for lunch. He only ever had a glass of white wine and generally went on his own. I asked Jenny if she could find a way of getting to talk to him and lead him on a bit. Jenny was a striking woman with long blond hair like mine and a figure to die for. Although only a few years younger than me she looked like she was only 18 and always had a string of blokes hanging around her. I told her I was just having a laugh and that no harm would come of anything and to trust me. I left Jenny to it and rang her on the way home to find out how she had got on. Jenny said that John was hard work. She had worn her lowest cut top and short black mini with five inch heeled boots and flirted like mad but John was still playing hard to get. I told her she wasn't trying hard enough and she had to go back until she got it right. Not many men would fend off Jenny's advances so she was definitely up for carrying on and gradually over the next few days she told me that John had become more and more talkative and had finally offered to buy her a drink. I told Jenny that my plan was coming together but that she only needed to see him one more time if everything went as I hoped it would. I went through in detail what Jenny needed to do on Friday and made sure she knew what would happen and what time I would arrive. On Thursday after John left I made sure that he had only one shirt to wear and carefully took it from his wardrobe and cut off the third button down. Then I sewed it back on but only let it be attached with three strands of cotton. I then put it back in the wardrobe. John got up Friday and put on the shirt that I had doctored. I thought he might notice the loose button but if he did he said nothing. I then waited for lunchtime. At 1.05 am exactly I arrived at the wine bar and pushed the door open just as Jenny was pushing her hand into John's shirt. The doctored button flew off allowing her to put her hand right inside and at the same time she plonked a massive kiss on John's lips. The timing was perfect; mine and John's eyes met for what were only a few seconds but seemed like an age before I spun on my heels and ran out the door. Although I knew that John would be running after me I had disappeared into the crowd before he got through the door. Back in my office I gave instructions that if John rang the girls were to tell him that I was busy. If he rang on my mobile or direct line I ignored the call. Just to be certain I didn't answer any calls where the number wasn't displayed that afternoon. By 5.00 pm John had left nine messages for me and I had twenty seven missed calls on my mobile from him. I made a point of not getting home until an hour or so after John. John was waiting for me in the kitchen with a glass of wine. "You didn't answer my calls." He said sheepishly. "Why should I?" "Sarah. It's not what it looked like." "What did it look like?" I asked. "You know what I mean." "John. I don't know what you mean but I do know that you're up to your old tricks again." I knew that this would strike hard with John. Two years ago he had had a three month affair with a woman at work, which I had discovered. When it all came to light he dumped her and couldn't stop apologising. I agreed to forgive him but every so often I bring it up in the conversation and I know he takes it very hard. "Anyhow John." I'm not going to discuss it with you tonight. I went up to our room and slipped out of my heels, skirt and blouse. I carefully unclipped my stockings and suspenders and put them in the drawer. I took a quick shower to freshen up and towelled myself off in the bedroom. John was sitting silently on the bed. I took my tightest black basque from the drawer and handed it to John. He fell over himself to help me put it around my waist and hook it up the back. John took a pair of dark stockings from the drawer and I held up my legs for him to put them on me. John took a small lacy thong with a diamante feature on the back from the drawer and I stepped into it. I stood in front of him, my sex only inches from his face whilst he carefully positioned the small triangle of lace and satin over my opening. I took a short black dress from my wardrobe and held it out for him. John unzipped it and I stepped into it. I then picked up a pair of black five inch heeled strappy sandals and passed them to John as I sat down on the bed. John sat down at my feet and carefully slipped my feet into the shoes and fastened the straps around my ankles. He held my hand whilst I stood up. "That will be all John." I said, making it clear that I wanted him to leave the room. John padded softly out of the bedroom and I finished doing my hair and applying my make up. I made my way downstairs and into the kitchen. I hade not worn these shoes before and the half inch extra heel height from four and half inches to five inches was more noticeable than the move from four inches to four and a half inches was. The metal tips of the sharp heels made a distinctive click on the floor as I endeavoured to move gracefully around the kitchen. John sat silently, his eyes following me around the room. I picked up my coat from the hanger and moved towards the door. As I shut the door behind me Johns 'where are you going?' faded away. I got into the car and drove off. To be truthful I hadn't the faintest idea where I was going but it was important for John to think that I was going somewhere and that that somewhere needed me to look like I did. I drove into the town and parked the car close to Maloneys, one of the more up market night clubs in the town. I knew that I wouldn't be walking far in these heels so I had to pick a venue that had its own car park. Women could get in for free before 10.00 pm so it tended to attract a lot of younger women and this in turn attracted the younger lads. I parked the car in a well lit part of the car park. I couldn't remember the last time I went out on my own and dressed as I was I certainly didn't want to attract any unwanted interest. The inside of the club was quite quiet but it was still pretty early. I imagined that it got quite hectic later on. I perched myself on one of the tall bar stools and ordered a vodka and coke. My dress had ridden up slightly and the dark welt of my stockings was just about discernable as was the bump of my metal suspender clasp. I hadn't been sat there long when a face I recognised from work appeared at the other end of the bar. It was my shadow Dave. He was quite smartly dressed and on his own. It didn't take him more than a few moments to recognise me and he quickly came over to see me. "Wow Sarah. You look hot. Where's John?" Dave asked, quite expecting John to appear from somewhere any moment. "He's out with his mates." I said. "And as I was feeling a bit lonely I thought I'd come somewhere to cheer myself up." "If I were married to you Sarah there's no way I'd be going out with mates rather than with you looking like that." Dave's eyes were running up and down my body and I knew that he had already clocked the stockings and suspender bump. For my part I could see he had a massive hard on and I wondered whether his cock was going to burst out of his pants at one point. Dave was good company and very chivalrous and bought me a couple more drinks. I kept to soft drinks as I was driving and also because I wanted to keep my wits about me. I'd been chatting with Dave for a couple of hours and thought that this was probably long enough for John to stew at home. I told Dave I really ought to go and I could see that he was disappointed. "Maybe we could meet again Sarah?" He quizzed. "Yes Dave. Maybe we could." I replied, leaving him with some sense of mystery. Dave had turned out to be quite a nice bloke and clearly had some equipment concealed in his pants. I stopped at the powder room on the way out and once inside pulled the hem of my dress up and stepped out of my tiny thong. I unstrapped my five inch heels and unclipped the suspenders from my stockings. After carefully rolling them down my legs I put them and the thong into my bag and strapped my shoes back around my ankles. I found the feeling of walking with no stockings on quite unpleasant but it was unfortunately necessary for me to get maximum effect with John. The wind was cool on my naked legs as I made my way back to the car and thence home. John was laying on our bed, looking somewhat subdued, when I got in. "What's happened to your stockings Sarah?" "What is that to do with you." I said as I unzipped the back of my dress and let it slip to the floor. John came over to help me get undressed and must have noticed my lack of panties but after my first rebuff he said nothing. John took off my clothes and hung them up whilst I made my way to the spare room for a restful night's sleep. The next week passed uneventfully from my point. John woke every morning and put on his stockings, panties and suspenders. I locked them on for him, after which he helped me dress. We did all this in silence. When John came home we did not speak until he needed to go to bed when I would unlock his suspender belt for him. Into the second week of silence things took an unusual turn and John asked if he could wear one of the matching bras with his panties. I had intended to go down this route anyway eventually and had carefully kept all of the bras that matched the panties that John wore. Nonchalantly I threw him all the matching bras from the drawer and watched as he struggled to clip one of them on. He wore a bra under his shirt as well as the stockings and suspenders from then on. By the end of the second week John had tried on a number of occasions to raise the conversation but I had simply refused to talk to him. We carried on our lives in silence. I had been out on my own a number of times and although I had made sure I looked like I was on the prowl I had spent most of the evenings with Jenny. I was conscious however that I had to judge the timing right as I needed to get John at his lowest point but before he was starting to despair and give up. I thought that that point had come at about the end of the third week. "Sarah." John said. "Please can we talk?" "What about John." I replied. "You know what Sarah. What do I have to do to make it right?" This, I judged was my moment. "I don't know John. I don't know how I can ever trust you again. I thought that the stockings and suspenders would be enough to stop you playing away but obviously they're not. I don't know what else we can do." "Sarah. I'll do anything to go back to how we were. Anything you want." I sat there for a several minutes pretending to think and going over how sad I was and how I couldn't trust him. He kept promising to do anything I wanted to go back to how we were. "Well, maybe if there were some way that I could be certain that your penis couldn't wander. Somehow?" I sat there pondering for a few minutes. "John. The only way I think that we can be certain that your penis is not causing a problem is for you to wear a belt. A chastity belt. It's the only way." "Get one Sarah. Get one now." John said. "Well I don't know. I'll have to think." I said. "I'll think about it." I pretended to be very uncertain but inside my mind was racing. I had measured John's equipment when he was blindfolded and tied to the bed weeks earlier in preparation and ordered the belt when I 'caught' him with Jenny. It had arrived a few days ago but I knew that I had to prolong the agony with John if I was to get maximum compliance. As soon as I arrived home next day John asked if I had got the belt. "It'll be here soon." I said. Every day after John asked if I had the belt until on Friday evening when he got home and asked I said yes. We went up to the bedroom and John jumped onto the bed like an excited kid at Christmas. "John.' I said. This is a big decision for you. What I am asking you to do is to lock your penis away and give me the key. You won't be able to have an erection, let alone an orgasm unless I say you can. Is this what you want? Is this what you really want?" "Yes. Yes." Said John taking his clothes off. I sat on the end of the bed and said. "Look John. Here is a blindfold, a ball gag and two pairs of handcuffs. I'm going downstairs for a few minutes. You think about what we have been talking about. If when I come back you have handcuffed yourself to the bed with the gag and blindfold on then I will know that you truly want to get back to where we were. If on the other hand you aren't handcuffed then we'll talk about how we go our separate ways." With that I left the room but was only half way down the stairs when I heard the sound of John scrambling around the room and strapping himself down to the bed. I only needed to be gone a few minutes but thought I'd stretch this out a bit and left John on the bed for over half an hour. I returned with the belt that I had hidden in the spare room and some ice. I guessed that I would be needing the ice. A CHANGE IN THE AIR Chapter Four The room was dark and John was handcuffed to the bed, gagged and blindfolded as I had told him. He had his suspenders, heels and stockings on but had taken off his panties. His penis was rock hard and standing upright between his legs. I ran my finger up the shaft and down between his balls but said nothing. John groaned into the gag as my finger delicately traversed his penis. I sat on the bed next to John and carried on gently rubbing his shaft. Precum oozed from the end and John was mumbling into the gag but his words were not discernable. Holding onto his balls I took his dick in my mouth and slowly tongued the end. As he was about to come I lifted my mouth away and stopped massaging his balls. Although John was humping the air like mad I left him for a few minutes until his erection began to subside. I brought him close to orgasm like this three times and knew that if John was not gagged he would be begging for release, and to be able to cum by now. Enough was enough though and I took the ice and held it tightly around John's dick. He writhed on the bed as soon as the ice touched his skin but his dick quickly shrivelled up and as soon as it had I took the front piece of the belt and pushed his dick into the tight leather tube that was attached to the front of the belt. I wrapped the belt around his waist and fixed the front piece to it. I told John to raise his legs above his head and then attached the chain from the front piece to the rear of the belt. I pulled the chain tight and locked the whole belt shut shut. The chain ran deep through his arse crack and I thought that shitting with this on was going to be a problem and he would have to be careful to keep the chain scrupulously clean. Urinating should be ok for John as there was a small slit in the font for John to pee through, although obviously he could only pee sitting down. Once I had made sure that the belt was firmly in place I told John to put his legs back onto the bed. I stood back and took a look at my handiwork. If someone had said to me twelve months ago that today my husband would be handcuffed to the bed, blindfolded and gagged, wearing a bra, stockings, suspenders and high heels and with his penis locked tightly into a chastity prison then I just would not have believed them. But here he was, and the best thing was that John had come most of the way voluntarily. In fact he wanted me to lock up his penis. "That's better for you now John isn't it. There's no way that your dick can cause you or me any more trouble, and everything between us is exactly as it was." I said. John nodded. I ran my hands up the inside of John's legs gently scraping the nylons with my long finger nails. I took John's ball gag off him and untied his blindfold. I showed John the key to his chastity belt and then carefully attached it to a short silver chain that was attached to a piercing through my belly button. I slid the key into my panties and let it drop down until it came to rest just in front of my clit. "Look John. The key to your sex is safe and sound next to my sex. I'll always know where the key is and that your penis is safely tucked away out of any harm." "Thank you Sarah.' Said John." I told John to get dressed and went downstairs to prepare us some dinner. We had an early night and I made a point of cuddling up close to John and rubbing my body up against his. I let my hands roam all over him but especially between his legs although I knew he couldn't feel anything. I knew that John's enthusiasm for the belt might start to wane if I didn't reinforce his wearing the belt with sexual excitement. Whilst in the longer tem I wanted this sexual excitement to come from his own frustration from denial, in the short term I had to associate wearing the belt with sexual pleasure. Over the next couple of days I made a big fuss of him by cuddling and kissing him as well as pushing my body up against his at any opportunity. I would pick up his hand and place it on my thigh when we were sat together so that he could feel the glossy slippery surface of my nylons. In bed I would let him put his hands all over me and I knew that his dick was desperately trying to erect itself in its leather prison. It was futile however as the thick constraining belt kept his member firmly confined. He was simply incapable of getting any sort of erection or sexual stimulation at all in that area. The third day was Sunday morning. John and I were in bed and as usual his hands were all over my body. For my part I was rubbing in between his legs, occasionally putting pressure on the front of his chastity belt. Whilst I knew that he would feel the pressure that was all he would feel. "Sarah. My balls really are hurting. Do you think I could be let out so that I could cum?" "Of course John. Why didn't you ask earlier?" Whilst my replies were not always going to be so cooperative, at this stage I needed him to get used to the belt. I told him to get his bra, suspenders and stockings on first. I pulled some handcuffs from the drawer and asked him to lock them onto his ankles and one wrist. I said that I would help him with the last one. Once I had locked him down I took the blindfold from the side of the bed and wrapped it around his head. I knew that he couldn't see a thing now. He was expecting me to remove his chastity device but I told him that I was going to get a few things first and I would be back in a minute. I went downstairs and made myself a cup of coffee. I knew that he would be becoming more and more frustrated but that this would make it more pleasurable for him when I finally let him out. I drank my coffee and went into the spare room. I took a penis gag from my toy box along with an anal vibrator. Returning to our room I told him to open his mouth. He was clearly expecting a ball gag and was more than a little surprised when I put the business end of the penis gag down his throat and buckled it around his head. "Is your dick ready to come out and play?" I asked. The penis gag made the normally indiscernible words even more indiscernible and all I could here were repeated 'mmfffs'. I put my hand on the front of his chastity belt and tried to push my fingers underneath the front piece but it was so tight they wouldn't move. "Why aren't you replying? Doesn't little dicky want to come out and play? Would he rather stay in his little dicky prison on his own?" I teased. John started nodding furiously and I told him to lift his arse into the air whilst I unlocked the chain from the back. Once the chain was free I pulled the front piece off and his dick sprang out and immediately stuck straight up into the air. It was covered in pre cum where it had been clearly leaking whilst he had lain on the bed. I gently ran my hands up and down the insides of John's thighs, snaking my fingernails around his balls and the base of his dick but taking care not to actually touch his dick. The closer I got to his dick the more aroused he became at which point I moved my hands away. Precum was dribbling out of the top of his dick all the time and occasionally I would give the shaft a quick rub, and then rub the cum into his skin. I was careful to make sure the rub was just a couple of ups and downs as I was conscious that he was on a knife edge and I didn't want him to cum for a while yet. I kept this up for over an hour, constantly bringing John to a state of near ejaculation and then taking him back from the brink. So much pre cum had leaked out that I was seriously wondering if any were going to be any left for the real show. I moved up the bed and took the anal vibrator from its box. After lubing the shaft I slowly moved it up the bed until it was just touching John's anus. I flipped the switch and the end of the vibrator and it jumped to life. At the same time I pushed the vibrator gently into John's arse whilst pushing down on the penis gag in his mouth and lowering my mouth onto his dick. It was all too much for John and he was squirming and writing violently on the bed. If it hadn't been for the gag deep in his throat he would have screamed the place down but as it was all he could utter were low grunts. As John got more and more excited I pushed down harder on the penis gag and forced the vibrator further into his arse. All of a sudden John let out a scream, as best he could, and what seemed like gallons of cum poured from his dick into my mouth. I took his dick out of my mouth and unbuckled his gag. "Sarah. That was just amazing." John uttered. Whilst John was still handcuffed to the bed I cleaned him up and then put his now limp dick back into the leather tube and strapped back on his chastity belt. I put the key back on my chain and then unlocked him from his restraints and told him to get dressed. In passing I said that we really ought to look for something to fill out the bra cups sometime. He thought it was a good idea. I made a point over the next few weeks of unlocking John frequently and giving him some serious sexual stimulation with my hands, mouth and increasingly the anal vibrator. Day and night he was continuously locked in the belt but I was managing to create the link between the belt and the sexual pleasure he got from his release. At the same time I had told him that I needed more help around the house and he was starting to help with the cleaning washing and ironing. In particular I made him iron all of my bras, panties and suspender belts even though they didn't really benefit from the iron. Again I was making the link between the suspenders, bras and panties that were only normally worn by women and the powerful female sexuality that they represented. John always took great care with my lacy under things, gently stretching out the triangle of satin that made up most of my panties on the ironing board and taking care to iron it slowly on a low heat. On the nights that John remained locked in his belt I would constantly rub my body up against him in bed and allow my hands to roam all over him. Stroking the tops of his legs around the edge of his chastity belt always made him squirm and I knew that in its tube his penis would be desperately trying to erect itself. During the day I would frequently ring John and tell him how hot I was. John inserted my love balls into my cunt most days and I enjoyed describing how they were moving around inside me over the phone. I would often finish the call by telling him that I had slipped my panties to one side, given the string a little tug and pulled the balls out of their warm home ready for him to lick when he came home. At the weekends John and I would often go clothes shopping together and I would help him pick out new underwear. He had also built up his own collection of heels but as yet he had not shown any interest in dressed, skirts or blouses. I had however got him a pair of very realistic breast forms along with some strong adhesive to attach them with. Imperceptibly at first I started to push out the length of time between the releases from his belt. When I had locked him into his belt on that memorable day I was releasing him and allowing him to cum every couple of days. After a month however he was lucky if he came more than once a week, although the strength of his ejaculation when he did cum was much greater. John was however expected to pleasure me at least once a day and he was getting better and better at it as every day went by. I would also use the anal vibrator on him most days but I was very careful to make sure that he never came whilst locked in the belt. John seemed to accept the fact that he was cumming less and less whilst I was cumming more and more and never once complained about the changing roles. He was also doing more around the house than I was and most weeks did all the washing and ironing by himself. I liked to watch him in his bra, panties, suspenders stockings and high heels at the ironing board and I had started attaching the breast forms to his chest and applying a little make up to his face. John had quite long curly hair which I had encouraged him to grow and using a little artistic licence he could easily be taken for a woman doing her weekly ironing in her underclothes. Whenever we had moved on a stage, such as when I started to apply make up to him I would make sure that night I let him out of his belt and allowed him to cum. This way he was always linking the moves foreword in our relationship with sexual pleasure. I had bought John some navy blue skirt suits with fifteen inch skirts, blouses and a wig in preparation for the next move forward and all I needed for this was a little cold weather. A CHANGE IN THE AIR Chapter Five My opportunity came one cold September afternoon as John was at the ironing board in his false breasts, five inch heeled court shoes, dark stockings and lacy underwear. I had turned the heating down and it was quite cold in the house. John was clearly feeling the cold but didn't want to say anything. "Aren't you cold?" I asked. John nodded. "I think that I'd best get you some clothes to put on." I said. I went upstairs and came down with a sixteen inch short black skirt, matching jacket and a white silk blouse. I knew that these were all John's sizes. I also brought out the long blonde wig that I had bought. I unzipped the skirt and, just as John did for me, I held it out for him to step into. I slid it up his dark glossy nyloned legs and zipped the back. I held open his blouse and John slipped his arms into the arms of the blouse and I did up the buttons. The false breasts nestled in their bra pushed the silky material of the blouse out in front of John. I did similar with the jacket and then carefully fitted the wig to Johns head. I have to say John looked very smart, very convincing and very like me on my way to work. In fact you would be hard pressed to say that there was anything about John that meant he was anything other than a very sexual, elegantly dressed woman. John carried on with the ironing and when he had finished sat down in the lounge whilst I made tea for us both. We chatted about this and that and John made no reference to the fact that he was sitting next to me dressed entirely as a woman and with his penis secured inside a leather and metal belt. John kept his female clothes on all afternoon and made light work of moving around the house in his five inch heels. Despite the fact that I was the only person around he also was careful to ensure that he didn't allow his skirt to ride up and show his stocking tops when he sat down. This was very curious given that he hadn't seemed to have any inhibitions about doing the ironing in his bra and panties! The light gradually waned as the afternoon turned into early evening and as a plan started to form in my head I deliberately decided not to make any arrangements for dinner. About 6.00 pm I heard John's heels on the tiled kitchen floor and he came up to me and asked about dinner. "I thought we might go out?" I said. "Fine. I'll go and get changed then." He replied. "Well I was thinking that it would be rather fun to go for dinner as girls. What do you think?" John stepped back and did a bit of a double take. "Sarah. I don't have a problem being like this inside, after all there's no one around is there? But not to go outside." "It would be fun John. And when we get back I can release you from your belt and we can spend the night indulging each other. Go and have a look at yourself in the mirror and tell me what you see." John went into the hall and looked at himself from every possible angle. He even bent over and crouched down to see if you could see his stocking tops; which y