Careful (Jennifer's Story) free porn video

Miss_anyonamiss cannot be contacted by the supplied email address or any other means. Regretably, this story therefore does not have the original authors permission to publish. Acknowledgement is made to the original story line 'Careful'. Careful (Jennifer's Story) My best friend is my spouse is a well-worn clich? but in our case it is true, the element of being lovers is a bonus to our friendship. We have been married for 6 years, have two children and regular if not spectacular sex life. To be fair we had known each other for a lot longer and I knew Steve's (and my?) limitations in the bedroom before we married but he was good to be with and he obviously thought the same about me. On Steve's birthday we had fallen into the habit of him asking for a sexy present. It was always asked for it beforehand so that any necessary arrangements could be made. It came as a shock to me when just before his last birthday Steve asked me to dress him up as a woman. I think I said something like, "Are you joking?" but from his reaction I knew he was not even though he tried to back-pedal and said he just wondered what it would be like. I felt as if I'd been hit by a sledgehammer. Why did he not want to be a man? Did he want to be with a man? I naturally blurted out the question, "Are you gay?" to which he indignantly replied "No." It was no good, the thought of Steve in woman's clothing was not something I could accept easily. The atmosphere in our bed changed immediately and instead of cuddling up to each other I just turned my back on him. I tried to sleep but the thought of Steve dressed as a woman kept me dozing fitfully all through the night. The atmosphere in our house was distinctly chilly for several weeks after this. His birthday fell in this period but he did not get a sexy present, in fact I cannot remember whether I even allowed him sex on his birthday. To be fair towards the end I began to be upset with myself because we had always been able to discuss anything together but here I was being unable to talk about this with Steve. In the end our friendship and companionship won out and we resumed our sexual relationship but his request haunted me. Why did I find it distasteful for my husband to dress as a woman? After all I had fantasised about being with another man was his dressing any different? 'Yes,' I thought, 'some fantasies are best left unfulfilled.' Then it struck me as to how I could put an end to this perversion of his. If he agreed to me sleeping with another man then I would give him his birthday treat. I didn't for one moment believe he would agree to this so both our fantasies would remain just that, fantasies. When I raised the subject with him I was happy with his blunt refusal. But the seed was planted. Why was Steve not satisfied with the way things were? Didn't I satisfy him? Did I need to take a more active role in our sex life? I started to dress more provocatively not only on a Saturday night. I encouraged him to stroke my stockinged legs. For the first time in our relationship I was taking the lead. Our sexlife improved in both frequency and quality but I could not get rid of the question, 'What would it be like with another man?' I felt guilty about this because we did love each other but just as Steve wanted to experience dressing I wanted to experience another man. I started to increase the pressure. At a party I would whisper to him , "Do you like what that woman is wearing?" and when he looked I would quickly follow up with, "Is it your colour?" He would blush and tell me to be quiet. At home in the quiet of the evening I would show him pictures of woman's clothing and call him my girly man. He would tell me, not very convincingly, to stop teasing him. One evening I went all out and spent a long time dressing myself in a provocative outfit. When I walked in, in my 4-inch heels, he just stared at me. "Do you like?" I asked and posed in front of him so that he could have the full affect. "Very much," he replied as I sat down opposite him. "What's the occasion?" "I just felt like dressing up a bit," I replied offhandedly. The television was on but he kept glancing over at me and I made sure I kept his interest by constantly moving my legs and causing my nylons to rub against each other. When the program was over, and I had drunk a few margaritas, I went over to him and sat on his lap letting my skirt ride up displaying my stocking tops. I took his hand and rubbed it up and down my stockings so that he could feel their smoothness and silkiness. He carried on stroking my stockings, then turned to face me, his breath coming in short pants. After staring blindly into my eyes he seemed to come to a decision and as he looked down again he muttered, "Alright then." I played him along, asked him what he meant, and made him repeat that if I let him dress up I could sleep with another man. "Are you sure?" I asked. "Have you thought through the implications of this?" "Yes," he replied quietly. Then after a pause he whispered, "But only the once." I immediately told him there were no conditions except that I was to go first. He looked so defeated I put my hands behind his neck, gave him a long, sensuous kiss and said, "I love you." He responded half heartedly, concerned about what he just agreed to, but his libido soon took over and we kissed passionately. I led him to bed. We were both on a high and whether it was because of the decision, or I didn't manage to get my stockings off, or because I laid him on his back and mounted him, we had the great sex. Afterwards the truth of the situation dawned on me. It was great to get this agreement but where was I to find a man to sleep with. I did not want just any man but someone I could feel comfortable with and to be fair to Steve I needed to get it done before his birthday so that he could have his treat. Time went by and I still had no idea whom I was going to sleep with. After being with Steve so long I was completely out of practise with the feminine wiles of attracting men. I did not want to be involved with anyone in our immediate group of friends as I respected Steve too much to label him with that. Besides that our sex life was becoming quite satisfying with me taking a more dominant role. Some time after this Steve had a phone call from Rob, an old friend of his. Rob had lived close to us before he moved away with his work. He was passing through the area and had phoned to ask if could he could come and visit us next weekend. I had tolerated Rob because he was Steve's friend but we had not really hit it off. Steve and Rob had kept in touch though and often spoke on the phone. We made the arrangements for the weekend and Steve was looking forward to spending some time with his old friend. I asked if he was going to be on his own and Steve replied, "Yes, Rob is between girlfriends again." Rob had had several very nice girl friends but it had always ended in tears. I did not know why because although we did not get on, Rob had always seemed a nice enough chap if a little arrogant and the girl friends I had met had been good fun. Rob arrived on the Friday evening and we spent the evening catching up. Steve made a jug of margaritas for Rob and myself and although he doesn't drink himself he makes a pretty mean margarita. As we sat chatting I found Rob had mellowed quite a lot although he still had some of his arrogance. His body looked good though and my thoughts turned to what he would be like in bed. I decided to seduce Rob. The following morning, Saturday, we all sat down to breakfast together and had a good time. Rob talked, laughed, and joked with us all, particularly the children. After breakfast I innocently asked what the plans were for the rest of the day. Steve said they had a golf match to play, but they would be back late afternoon and in the evening they would probably watch a few games on the television. "OK," I said. "See you boys later." I did not want the kids around that evening so I phoned Steve's mother, explained we had Rob staying and it would be nice to go out. Steve's mother immediately said she'd love to have the children and they could stay the night. I thanked her and said I would bring them over that afternoon. Now the time had come to implement my plan I was becoming twitchy. Did I really want to sleep with Rob? Would Rob want to sleep with me? Would Steve let us go through with it? After I had taken the kids to their grandmother I wondered how I was going to do it. I couldn't very well walk up to Rob and say come and sleep with me. I was still worrying about this when the boys arrived back from their golf game. They were both in high spirits and when I told them the kids had gone to their grandmother's for the night we decided to cook a few steaks on the barbecue for our meal. Whilst Rob and Steve were doing the manly thing and preparing the barbecue, I prepared a large jug of margaritas. During the meal Rob and I consumed several glasses and I could feel myself getting giggly. After we had cleaned up the boys settled down to watch some sport. I continued to pour drinks for Rob and myself. Before the boys became too engrossed in the sport I said, "Lets go out," and turning to Steve and pleaded, "We hardly ever go out now because of the kids but tonight we can." Steve did not seem very keen but Rob came to my rescue saying, "Sounds like a plan." "Give me a few minutes," I said and went to our bedroom. What was I going to wear? I didn't want to appear tarty but I did want to appear sexy. I selected some very lacy, feminine underwear and hid it under a red top and black slacks with some open toe sandals. I looked at myself in the mirror and decided it was a good compromise, nothing obvious but demurely sexy. I put my makeup on and whilst doing it had a bad attack of the jitters. Should I call it all off? Was I being silly possibly jeopardising all Steve and I had together? I nearly stopped there and then but the thought of sleeping with someone else kept me going. I was just about to leave the room when I thought about the bed. I stripped it, grabbed fresh sheets and pillowcases and remade the bed. The boys decided to go to a sports bar we use to frequent, obviously hoping to catch some of the action. As Steve didn't drink I told him he could be the chauffeur as I got into the passenger seat and Rob climbed into the back. At the bar Steve chose a booth close to one of the screens. Steve sat on one side and thankfully Rob went the other. I slid in next to Rob. Rob looked surprised and looked at Steve. Steve looked at me and I give him one of my raised eyebrows looks. I felt an acute stab of guilt at the look of panic that crossed his face but I thought you want your thrills in stockings so I'll get my thrills with Rob. Steve turned back to Rob, made some silly comment and turned to the television screen. We started chatting and relating funny stories to each other. Rob was quite amusing and Steve started to join in with humorous memories from when they worked together. As the time went by I started edging closer to Rob and found I was slipping back into my pre Steve flirtatious mode. I laughed at his jokes and lightly touched his arm when I wanted to emphasis a point. As I moved closer to Rob so Steve started to withdraw from the conversation. We had had a couple of drinks when Steve got up to go to the toilet. I wanted more time alone with Rob so asked Steve to pick up some more drinks on his way back. As soon as Steve was out of earshot I turned to Rob and said, "I want to sleep with you tonight." Rob was just taking a sip from his drink. He spluttered and exclaimed, "What?" I repeated, "I want to sleep with you tonight." "I thought that was what you said," he replied, and then jokingly, "Does Steve know about this?" "He knows I am going to sleep with another man. He wanted to have a different experience so I said if he had one I wanted one. So we struck a bargain and my part was to sleep with another man. I have chosen you as the other man." He realised I was serious and said, "I thought you were just having a bit of a domestic and were coming on to me to make Steve jealous, but you really mean it don't you?" I nodded. A lustful smile spread over his face but he said, "And what about Steve? I cannot believe he is going to let this happen." "He knows what is going on and he hasn't stopped us yet has he?" Rob gave a pensive smile. "How come?" "It's too long to go into now but I'll tell you all about it when we have more time." Rob hesitated then said, "I hope your not having me on. I cannot imagine Steve letting this happen. For goodness sake you get on so well together and are one of the happiest couples I know." "Perhaps we both want to try something different," I replied quietly. Rob looked at me with lust in his eyes. Eventually he said, "OK. I'll go and book us a hotel room for the night." "No. We sleep together at home with the full knowledge of Steve. He has to realise the full implications of his actions." Rob jumped in immediately. "That is not going to work. No way is he going to let you sleep with me whilst he's around." "I think he will," I replied thoughtfully and with a twinge of unhappiness. Rob was still reluctant so I went on, "I don't think he'll stop us as he wants his turn so lets just see what happens." I continued then smiling, "I think you'll find things go as I said." Out of the corner of my eye I saw Steve come out of the toilet. "Am I going to make all the running in this seduction?" Rob's lust overcame his doubts as he replied, "No," and put his hand on my thigh. And started gently stoking. 'Right,' I thought. 'Its now up to you Steve. Stockings and frilly knickers or me.' "Thank you," I said and gave him my must seductive smile. With that we intensified our flirting. Steve came back with the drinks soon after but I didn't need anymore Dutch courage, I wanted to have some private time with Rob. I drank mine quickly and suggested it was time we were going. As we followed Steve back to the car Rob rested his hand possessively on my bottom. At the car Steve got into the driving seat and I, instead of sitting next to him slid into the back with Rob. Once again I saw the look of panic and pain cross his face. 'Say something you pansy,' I mentally screamed at him. He asked me what I thought I was doing but when I lightly, but pointedly, told him he was the chauffeur so I should sit in the back his shoulders slumped. I don't know whether he saw Rob's arrogant grin in the rear view mirror but he just started the car and drove off. An image of Steve dressed as a docile woman flashed across my mind. I moved closer to Rob and put my hand on his thigh. Steve repeatedly glanced in the rear view mirror trying to see what was happening, but we just kept up our chatter as only lovers to be can. Steve made very little contribution and Rob and I became immersed in each other. As we got closer to home I leant into Rob and rested my head on his shoulder. I had decided that I was going to do nothing serious with Rob until we were alone but my hormones were pumping and I could not believe Steve would just sit there and say nothing, so I made my move. I put my hand to his face, turned it towards me, and give him a tender, passionate kiss. As Rob responded I could feel Steve's eyes in the mirror boring into the back of my head. We arrived home and Steve slumped into his normal seat switching the television on. Rob and I sat together on the other sofa. I could see from Steve's face he was going through some massive internal conflict but he just kept staring blindly at the television and ignoring the mocking look on Rob's face. In the darkness of the car it had been easy to kiss Rob but here with the lights on, and in front of Steve, I could not bring myself to do it even though Rob was nuzzling up to me. "For goodness sake Steve go to bed," I muttered to myself. Eventually Steve got up and went into the kitchen for something. I followed him. "Hey sweetie, I love you," I said to his back. He turned and looked at me. I could see the anguish in his eyes. "Give us some space and sleep in the guestroom tonight." He stared at me then just said "OK," so I kissed him on the cheek, said "I'll see you in the morning," squeezed his arm, and went back to Rob. As I left the room I heard Steve slink out of the kitchen and off to the bedrooms. "I hope it's going to be worth all this," I thought to myself as I went back and turned off the light. Rob and I resumed what I had started in the car. Any inhibitions we had before were now dispelled and our making out became more intent and passionate. It was a very erotic feeling making out with another man on your own sofa. The only light came from the television flickering away in the background. Our hands explored each other and after my top came off I felt even better. As I came up for air I happened to see the reflection of the doorway in a picture glass lit only by the television. There was Steve silently watching us. 'Too late,' I thought to myself and pulled away from Rob, stood up, took his hand and pulled. With a catch in my voice I said, "Come with me." The doorway was now empty and I led Rob to the bedroom, closed the door and put the lock on. Steve had had his last chance and the die was cast. I turned to Rob. "Now you can undress me properly." He did. When we were both naked I think I muttered, "WOW," as he laid me on the bed. Parents of young children seem to develop a second sense for movement outside the bedroom no matter whether they are in deep sleep or whatever else is going on. I thought I sensed movement outside the bedroom door so whispered to Rob, "Wait a minute, Steve is outside," and reached over and turned on the radio. I think Rob muttered in his arrogant tone something about let him hear how it is done properly but I just kissed him. After that nothing disturbed us. Eventually we lay back fulfilled. I reached over, switched off the radio so we could talk quietly, I curled up along side Rob with my head on his chest. It had been good. Rob had treated my as a woman and I had definitely enjoyed it. We relaxed in that afterglow of sex. Thankfully Rob did not fall off to sleep and we started talking in conspiratorial whispers. Robs first comment was, "Steve can beat me at golf anytime if that is the consolation prize," and after a long pause followed up with, "I really didn't think that was going to happen. I thought you were leading me on to make Steve say stop. I can't understand this, I envied you two and thought you and Steve had it made. What's this all about?" I felt pangs of guilt as I told him the full story. How I did not know how to go through with my side of the agreement and then on seeing Rob decided to seduce one of his oldest friends. Part of me was hoping that by seducing Rob in front of Steve, instead of arranging some tryst behind his back, that a halt would be called. Even when we were in the final stages part of me wanted Steve to rebel. As Rob stirred uneasily I hastily added, "I picked you and I wanted you. I've thoroughly enjoyed the experience but I also wanted Steve to claim me as his." "I wouldn't thought it of Steve," said Rob. "First that he wants to dress up as a woman and secondly that he is prepared to share you. I don't know what's the matter with him." He then declared, "If you'd been mine I wouldn't have shared you with anyone." I gave him a long passionate kiss for that, then he continued, "Maybe I'm too possessive but I should be all my woman needs. No woman of mine should even look at another man." He took my face in his hand and turned it so that I was looking into his eyes. "You cannot let him get away with this. He doesn't appreciate you and you must make him realise that." He suggested various things I could do. The more practical ones included no sex for a period and making Steve sleep in the guestroom. I giggled at some of his suggestions and to the no sex suggestion I smiled at him. "You are sweet but if I said no sex I would be punishing myself." But after a thoughtful pause I carried on, "I may say that to get his reaction and then relent later." We relaxed together. "So where do you go from here?" I paused deep in thought for a long time. "I don't know. I still love Steve very much and don't want to loose him. Being in charge in the bedroom can be very satisfying but I also want to be treated as a woman. I want a balance," I said as I gave him a big hug. "What are you going to do about your side of the bargain?" Rob asked. "Obviously I am going to go through with it and try and give him what he wants, but I really don't know what to do, or what he expects of me," I replied. "I suppose I'll have to talk to Steve about it but I'm really scared about how far he wants to go." "He's not gay is he?" Rob suddenly blurted out. "I was alone on the golf course with him for hours today you know." I giggled at Rob's sudden insecurity after his arrogant treatment of Steve. It provided a moment of relief. "He says not," I replied and enjoyed Rob squirming with that answer and continued after a pause, "I'm sure he isn't. He just has this yearning to wear stockings and women's clothes. I'm sure you were quite safe." Thereafter the mood lightened as we discussed various options for dressing Steve that ranged from the demur, through normal to outright tarty and beyond. We giggled a lot at the images conjured up. As the mood became more hilarious, Rob started kissing the nape of my neck and nibbling my ear. Soon we were kissing passionately again. I pulled away for a moment, reached over and put the radio on again. "Steve is still outside," I whispered and then settled down with Rob again. Eventually I reached over, switched off the radio, snuggled up to Rob and we slept. I woke up early the next morning, woken by little noises outside. I was momentarily confused and then the night's events came flooding back to me. I felt great and spooned myself against Rob and went back to sleep. I awoke again much later, looked at the clock and realised we had better get up. Rob turned to me, gave me a good morning kiss and simply said, "Thank you." We hugged then I got up and went to shower. Boy did I need it. I dressed and went through to the kitchen. Although I felt on top of the world, I was feeling apprehensive about seeing Steve. He was stood at the stove cooking breakfast for us all. "Good Morning," I beamed at him, he turned and he dejectedly said good morning back. My conscience pricked me again, this was the man I loved and I had hurt him badly. I walked up to him, gave him a big hug and told him everything was going to be all right. He told me he loved me and he had missed me last night. I grinned at him. Breakfast was a strange affair. What is the etiquette for sitting down to breakfast with your cuckold husband and your lover? Talk that had been so easy the morning before was stilted and overly polite. When we had finished eating I left the boys together to talk but stayed close so that I could intervene in the unlikely event of things getting out of hand. Rob had to leave that morning so after their chat he prepared to depart. The boys shook hands and then Rob turned to me. I went and gave him a big hug. He arrogantly turned that into a passionate kiss right in front of Steve. When we broke he gave me another hug and whispered in my ear, "Thanks again. Make sure you get what ever it is you want," and with a parting kiss on the cheek he left. The rest of the day was hectic catching up on the weekend chores. My mood vacillated between euphoria from the night before, and anger at Steve for letting it happen. What was so special for him that he could watch his wife seduce another man and not say or do anything? Was it just dressing in women's clothing he wanted? Did he have something mapped out in his mind that didn't include me and so this was no great a deal? That night Steve tried to re-establish his position and have sex with me but I turned him down and told him we would talk soon. How could he be insensitive? He had virtually given me to another man and now he wanted to carry on as if nothing had happened. Our relationship over the next few days was strained. On a home level we kept up a front but in our personal relationship we were edgy, tenderfooting around each other. My moods were still vacillating between the thrill of sleeping with Rob and anger at Steve for not stopping it. I could see from his eyes and manner that Steve was feeling insecure but he'd started it. After a few days of this, when we had put the kids to bed, I said, "We need to talk about last weekend." Steve responded to me immediately by saying, "Yes," and following it up with a tentative, "Are you OK?" "I'm OK," I replied, "but are you?" "I think so," said Steve. "Will you tell me about it?" In my state of mind I assumed he meant the details of what had gone on between Rob and myself. If Steve had shown any sign of remorse I would have let him down gently but it seemed he was more interested in hearing the details that sorting out the disruption in our private lives. We sat down together. "No," I replied. "I don't think we should go into details." "Were you safe?" he asked. I toyed with him giving him a non-committal 'Kind of' answer. "What do you mean?" he said agitatedly. "Well I won't get pregnant if that's what you mean?" I was annoyed, did he think I was completely irresponsible. But he wouldn't leave it, "So why the kind of," he queried getting more agitated. I remembered my night with Rob, giggled and told him I had swallowed but that was all the detail he was going to get. Then I delivered the Coeur de Gras . "I promised Rob." He almost physically reeled from that then blurted out, "Promised Rob, what are you talking about?" I told him Rob and I had talked a lot that night. "He thought you were nuts for sharing me with anyone. He told me he would not have let me sleep with anyone no matter what the situation. We promised each other that what happened would always remain between the two of us." Steve's voice quivered as he asked what that meant, would this be a one off thing. I was now getting angry with Steve for showing so little concern just so he could get his kicks in women's knickers. "Rob understood that I had your permission to sleep with other men but if I wanted to be a floozy that was not OK with him. I will not sleep with anyone else but Rob," I declared. Steve's lip started to quiver as I added, "I am no longer being faithful to you but to Rob. Now do you understand?" All the fight had gone out of Steve as he asked, "Does that include me?" "No it doesn't, you are my husband," I replied with a sneer, "but he did suggest that you should be punished for agreeing to share me and one of the punishments was there should be no sex between us for a period. I think we should not have sex for a month." Steve remonstrated but I reminded him that he'd been warned about things changing when he'd agreed to the arrangement and that like it or not Rob was now part of our sex life. I went on, "Anyway sex with you now would raise comparisons and you would not want that. We should let the dust settle and the memory fade." I was now enjoying his discomfort and when he asked was he good I replied, "Yes," and "Yes," again to his size. He wilted and didn't say anything else constructive on the subject but he was definitely not happy. Over the next couple of weeks we gradually returned to normal. Steve was very quiet to begin with but we gradually became more and more involved in our family life, our friendship and love for each other re-established itself, but I made sure our sex life was very definitely on hold. I was deeply hurt that he could have let me sleep with Rob before his very eyes. I didn't follow up on Rob's suggestion to make Steve sleep in the guestroom, but equally I made sure he knew this was not the marital bed. There was very little cuddling, but I did allow him a friend type, goodnight kiss. In the beginning he tried to hug me but I remained indifferent and he soon stopped doing it. During this period I put into practise another of Rob's suggestions and made sure he knew what he was missing. I taunted him by wearing sensual clothing, nothing tarty or obvious, but tops that revealed my cleavage or clung to my figure, skirts that revealed my legs and of course stockings which I made sure rustled provocatively. When I was dressing or undressing I made sure Steve saw me, but apart from acknowledging his compliments I made sure he knew he could only look. I was winding Steve up in the same way I had done to entice him into our agreement but without the sex. A longing look came into his eyes accompanied by the unconscious licking of his lips whenever he saw me flaunting myself. I was relieved that I could still excite him. I still couldn't understand Steve's overwhelming compulsion to dress but even though I had pushed him way past what anyone would normally tolerate, he had put up with it. A real fear started to grow in me that I was pushing him too hard. I started to wonder whether my pressure would make him a martyr to dressing, something he now must do to make it worthwhile. Gradually the euphoria of that Saturday night receded and in its place came periods of guilt at what I had done. Steve was almost back to how he had been before the weekend, but my feelings were gradually sinking as I realised the full import of what had happened. I started to feel sorry for Steve as the memory of the night with Rob diminished and my guilt increased. I realised that my night with Rob, although very satisfying, was just that, a night. The good times Steve and I had had together started to flash unbidden through my mind. Before the night with Rob we had been having sex a couple of times a week, sometimes initiated by me and sometimes by Steve. Whilst I had been angry with Steve it had been easier to keep my sexual urges at bay but now I was missing the sex and the closeness it brought. I was starting to learn things about myself as well. I was getting sexually excited by the power and control I was exercising over Steve, no longer was I the one who submitted to sex, I was the controlling force albeit the one at the moment who said no. It was a powerful feeling and a strong aphrodisiac to dominate Steve and have him meekly accepting my dictates. About a fortnight after our talk a parcel arrived addressed to me and I saw from the sender's address it was from Rob. I opened it. It contained two boxes, the larger one with Steve's name on it and a smaller one for me. There was also a note that I read. That evening after we had put the kids to bed, I brought out the parcel and went to sit by Steve. I handed him the parcel and the letter that came with it. He read the letter and I felt him tense up when Rob thanked us for welcoming him into our lives and thanked me for choosing him. Steve took the two packages out of the box and handed me mine. "Go ahead," he said. I opened the package and took the note from the top: Jennifer, I will never forget our time together. When you wear this I hope you, and Steve, will think of me. Rob I felt a warm glow course through me and handed the note to Steve. Steve was not so happy when he read the note and a thought crossed my mind as to whether Rob and Steve would continue their phone conversations. From the packaging I removed a gorgeous gold bracelet which I immediately put on. It looked superb. I knew then how I would start to bring Steve and me back together. For the first time since that weekend I instinctively touched Steve's arm. "Your turn," I said. He opened his package. The note told Steve to enjoy his big night and to send Rob a photograph. Inside were a black garter belt and two pairs of stockings. The sight of this feminine frippery aroused him and rekindled the longing in him. For the first time since that weekend I started to relax with Steve. The following Saturday I once again spent a long time getting dressed and put on my red, 4 inch high heel, shoes, just as I did when I had seduced Steve into our arrangement. I put Rob's bracelet on with no other jewellery other than some gold earrings. I strode into the lounge where Steve was watching television. He glanced towards me and said 'Hi" and then turned back to the television. When he registered what I was wearing he turned back and looked at me properly, his shoulders slumped and he dejectedly said, "Oh Jennifer, please stop taunting me." It was the first time he had demurred since our talk. I did a slow twirl in front of him and at its completion I faced him and played with the bracelet. I mockingly asked, "Do you like?" He turned away and mumbled, "Why do you have to be so cruel?" but his interest was very apparent. I sat down next to him. "I think we should talk about your sexy present."