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Jennifer 5 By Mrs_Anyonamrs I was about to snap a reply but paused. Maybe he had a point, so I replied "Because it was private and nothing to do with you." He gasped at this putdown then, turned his back on me and tried to go to sleep. The following evening, when we were sitting together, Steve returned to the subject. "Jenn, we do everything else together or talk about it, why not this?" I didn't answer but he must have felt me stiffen "Why was he so much better than me?" I sighed "It wasn't that he was so much better, just different. Now that's it. We are not going to talk about it, Girly, and if you bring it up again then it's pink dress time." For some reason I was feeling very defensive and not in control of the situation. He tensed at my use of his feminine name and was about to continue but then thought better of it. Once again, though, there was a change in his demeanour when the pink dress was mentioned. That Thursday Rob phoned me with the details. He had booked a room with a double bed, and he emphasised the double, at quite a smart hotel for the Friday and Saturday night. He apologised, but he had to leave after breakfast on the Sunday, as he had a previously arranged meeting that he couldn't get out of first thing Monday morning. When Steve came in, I told him Rob had phoned and the details of where we were staying. Steve just looked at me then went and got himself a drink. He didn't offer to get me one. He banged around in the kitchen mumbling to himself as he poured his drink. He came back in but didn't look at me so I asked where my drink was. He put his drink down firmly then went back to get a drink for me mumbling all the time. As he handed me the drink I looked at him "What were you mumbling about?" "Nothing" "It certainly sounded like something to me, what was it?" Steve petulantly sat in another chair and turned away from me "I'm not allowed to talk about it." "Stop being so childish" I told him. I had not seen Steve in this sort of mood before. We had always been able to talk sensibly about things except, it seemed, about Rob. Perhaps it was understandable, but I didn't feel good about it. Steve reached for the television control and started flicking through the channels. Eventually he found a game and just stared at the screen. I was not going to sit there in that atmosphere so I told him I was going to bed and hoped he would be more adult about things tomorrow. The following day I kept thinking about Steve's attitude. It was certainly completely out of character, he had always tried to discuss things to reach a solution. I felt worried and unhappy by his behaviour. Was he trying a new approach? Or was he aiming to get a reaction from me? And if so what reaction? That evening, after the children had gone to bed he ignored me. I left things like that for a little while before I spoke. "Alright. You can say what you like." But Steve didn't say anything. I tried again "Steve, I know you are upset about me seeing Rob again but I am only doing what we agreed. If you object so much, do something about it." "What can I do." At last he was speaking. "You can stop behaving like a child and be adult. Now tell me what is the problem? You didn't behave like this last time I slept with Rob." Steve didn't reply for a long time. "It's because we are no longer sharing things." Steve mumbled. "You know everything, even my thoughts as much as I can express them, on dressing but you are like a stranger to me in your relationship with Rob. You know I don't like you sleeping with him but I can handle that. That was the agreement and there is a certain eroticism about imagining it, but as far as you and Rob are concerned, I know more from Rob than from you." He had gradually become more vocal during this speech and I was surprised and pleased to see something of the old Steve returning. I waited to see if he was going to say anything else then replied. "So you want me to become a slut, talking about my experiences in bed. Don't forget if I talk about my experiences with Rob to you then its only fair that I tell Rob about our time together" Steve gasped "That wasn't in the agreement." "No it wasn't, but neither did we agree to talk about things." Steve sat, deep in thought, for a while then said "So that means you won't talk to Rob about me in women's clothes?" At last his brain was working. I haughtily turned away from him "I'm upset that you thought I would." Steve didn't notice I hadn't answered his question and blurted out "What about the photographs?" "I promised I wouldn't send him all the photographs and I haven't." This was getting awkward, I didn't want to admit that Rob didn't even know there were any photographs. I had to steer the conversation away from this before Steve spotted my prevarication. Steve was about to say something else when I held up my hand and said "Stop. This is getting us nowhere." Steve looked at me blankly. I continued in a reasonable voice. "We both agreed that this arrangement was what we wanted." Steve went to interrupt but I held up my hand again "We can, if we want, also agree we don't want it to carry on." I looked at Steve who was now listening very carefully to me. "That means I won't sleep with Rob again and be faithful to our marriage vows, but you must forget about dressing and be the normal husband again. We have experienced a different way of living and we must now decide together how we are going to continue our lives." I paused while Steve absorbed this, then continued "I don't think it is something we should decide now, but sleep on it. We'll talk about it again tomorrow night and decide then. If there are to be changes it's only fair I should let Rob know as soon as possible." I looked at Steve who held my eyes for a moment then a look of panic crossed his face as he dropped his eyes. I stood up. "Come here and let me give you a hug." I said gently. Steve stood up as I approached but his mind was elsewhere. Gradually though as I gave him a hug and gently kissed his cheek he relaxed and returned the hug. I left Steve to lock up and went to bed. When Steve got into bed he moulded himself against me and we both relaxed. The next day Steve seemed OK but preoccupied. I thought about things as I did my chores. My mind travelled back to before Steve asked for his sexy present, how contented and happy we seemed to have been. How good it would be to return to that time and I day dreamed about that for a while. Then reality struck and I realised that was not possible. If we stopped our agreement the last fifteen months could not be forgotten and we would seriously miss the excitement it had brought us. Naturally there had been bad times, in my case periods of severe doubt about what was happening, but in general it had been exciting and I enjoyed being turned to by Steve. This new confidence and freedom I had was not something I could easily give up, and Steve seemed more contented but involved with his life. If this affected him outside the home I didn't know and perhaps I should find out. Sara's invitation to lunch sprang into my mind and for some reason I found that exciting. I tried to be supportive of Steve during the day, giving him a hug and a smile whenever possible. He responded but it was obvious he was fighting his own battle about what to do. What I couldn't understand was Steve wanting to know the details. If Steve had slept with someone else the last thing I would have wanted was to know any details, and I would have done everything in my power to prevent it. Perhaps I needed to try to understand more about what Steve really wanted. Up to now I pushed him and dominated him because I got a big thrill out of it and Steve seemed to enjoy it. That evening I changed as usual. I was undecided what to wear but in the end went for the outfit I had worn when the agreement had been made. If there were to be serious changes, as I was worried there might be, then it sort of completed the circle. Also it gave me an edge in any bargaining we might have to do. When I walked into the room Steve just looked and, with a sense of d?j? vu, said "Oh no." I smiled wickedly at him and said "Don't you like?" "You know I do" He was at in the chair opposite the sofa. I sat on the sofa and moved my legs. Steve cringed as my stockings rustled against each other. "Shall we get started" I prompted "Would you like to go first and tell me what you think." I half expected Steve to ask me to go first but he started hesitantly and gained confidence as he progressed. He started by expressing his love for me and saying he only wanted what was best for us. I acknowledged this but did not encourage him as I felt this discussion was going to be difficult enough without it getting sentimental. Anyway what he said was obvious otherwise we wouldn't be sitting together now. Steve took the hint and started talking about our agreement. His reasoning turned out to be much the same as mine, we couldn't go back. He even admitted that most of the time he was happy, happy with my treatment of him, happy with the dressing, happy with our relationship and our sex life which was frequent and exciting. He ended up by saying again he loved me more than ever now. I smiled at him and told him, sincerely, I loved him to. I then asked where was the problem, knowing full well what his answer was going to be. "The one item in our relationship we do not talk about is you and Rob. You have castigated me for allowing it but never once have you asked how I felt" "I cannot imagine why you would want to talk about me sleeping with him," I replied truthfully, "and as for how you felt I cannot imagine. I know I would never have allowed you to sleep with anyone else." Steve was dumbstruck by this statement them started mumbling and talking in incomplete sentences that made no sense. I stopped him "Steve, I can't understand what you are trying to tell me. Just tell me what the problem is." "That was the deal," he said, "and I thought you really wanted to sleep with another man." I wistfully smiled at him "I wanted to try something different and the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence." "So you don't want to sleep with Rob again?" "I didn't say that. There's this tremendous thrill and anticipation about repeating something you enjoyed. I'm really looking forward to it." Steve was dumbstruck by the brashness of that statement and, in truth, I hadn't meant it to be so brash. He moved to the edge of his chair and whispered querulously "What if I said no?" I just stared at him and after a long pause, during which many thoughts flashed through my mind, I replied "Then I won't see him but there will be no more dressing." I stated firmly "I will be seriously upset but we would try to resume the relationship we had before this started." I paused as I watched the emotions flash across Steve's face. "We have both agreed that is not possible. I don't believe you would be happy not dressing, you would always yearn for it, and I would miss the thrills I get." Steve just sat there looking at me, trying to formulate a reply. I gave him time but nothing came out. "Why do you get so upset about me seeing Rob again? You agreed it was part of our arrangement and you must have known it was going to happen." I paused again and looked at Steve. This time he replied "Because I'm not involved" he stated. "No" I said very firmly "You are not involved. I'm not into threesomes even when I'm the only real woman." "But I need to be involved!" he almost demanded. "So what do you want to do, stand at the end of the bed and watch?" Steve grunted and shifted uncomfortably. "That is not going to happen." I stated forcibly. Steve was still silent so I prompted "Or do you want me to invite Rob here so you can watch the heavy petting again." After a pause I continued quietly "Or do you want Rob to see you dressed?" Steve was stung into a reply "No. I need you to involve me by telling me about it. By describing things to me. What it feels like, as a woman, to have another man undress you and.. and......" he tailed off. There was silence for a while as I just couldn't believe what he was asking. I counted to ten. "Lets just say it's exciting" I replied gently "but I don't want you imitating someone else, I want you as you. If I tell you what Rob did you will think you have to try to do it and then it will become sex by numbers and neither of us will be satisfied with that. Just accept that different people make love in different ways. There is no right or wrong as long as it satisfies." I let that sink in then, still gently, "Come and sit by me." Steve seemed unsure of things and was still sat on the edge of the chair so I stood up, walked to him and took hold of his hands. "Come here" I pulled him up, hugged him then led him back to the sofa. When we were sat down I put an arm around him, pulled him close and said "I really do love you" and gave him a little squeeze "but we both need some excitement in our lives." "I know but all I want is to be involved." We discussed things further but Steve kept talking about being involved. In the end I told him I would try to talk about it in general terms when I felt the time was right. Steve tried to press me for when that would be but I kept repeating to him when I thought the time was right. I kept prevaricating on this because I did not know what I was going to tell him. I remembered it was good, I remembered the thrill of achievement when I seduced Rob and I remembered his size but as to the details of how I felt when he undressed me, or the heavy petting on the sofa, they were lost in a blur of excitement, my excitement. What could I tell Steve? When we went to bed that night there were probably more questions than we had started with and fewer answers but at least we were talking again. --- Over the weekend the talking continued but Steve became more and more intense about things. Although he said he would give up dressing I knew he wouldn't give it up completely, it would always be in his thoughts. We had to continue this to its logical conclusion and hope our love for each other was strong enough to survive. For my part, if I knew it was the answer I would sacrifice seeing Rob again but deep down Steve could not give up dressing and would feel forced to stop if I didn't see Rob. It would not matter if I said he could continue, even though I became monogamous, the guilt he would feel would destroy us. I also felt a certain amount of guilt because, if I had not pushed to find his limits, would we be in this situation now? The climax came that Wednesday when Steve stated he loved and gave me a hug. From his manner I knew there was more to follow and steeled myself to go through with my decision to meet Rob. Steve told me loved me and desperately wanted our marriage and friendship to continue. I told him as clearly as I could that from my point of view what was happening would not affect our being together. There was no way I wanted our family to break up. He promised to change and do whatever I wanted him to do from helping further around the house to giving up dressing but why did I have to see Rob again? I told him I didn't want him to change, I was quite happy with us as we were and I enjoyed my new position in the household. To be honest I was getting a little fed up with Steve's almost mindless set of promises. I didn't doubt his sincerity at the time of making them but there was no way he could carry them through. The only reason he would give up dressing was if he became bored with it. OK he may not actually do it but it would be in his mind for ever and he would become resentful of the fact that I had extracted from him a promise not to do it again and I knew Steve would honour his promise. Anyway he had had his fun and as far as I was concerned would continue to enjoy dressing, but didn't I deserve my side of the bargain. In the end Steve accepted that I was going to see Rob this weekend. He calmed down but asked to be involved. His involvement was to be to help me pack my case on the Thursday night but I did tell him I had not forgotten my promise to tell him about things, in general terms, when I thought the time was right. The following evening I packed my case and Steve, who had cancelled his evening at the driving range, helped. I tried to dissuade him and told him to go and enjoy himself, not to put himself through this torture, but he insisted. He watched as I packed my sexy lingerie, tight slacks and revealing tops. When I had the basics in the case I said "OK, I'll pack the rest later. Lets go and sit down." "No" demanded Steve "Finish the packing now!" This time he did not drop his eyes when I looked at him. My heart gave a little skip as the old Steve started to re-emerge. I shrugged and gave in, I was only trying to spare him further agony. I went to my closet and pulled out a new dress I had bought for the occasion. I thought it was very classy, with a halter top that sloped up from the back and just covered the swell of my breasts at the side. It fastened with a small clip behind my neck but the back left me naked almost to my waist. Steve just stared "He won't be able to keep his hands off you" he murmured and turned away. "Put is on now and let me see you in it, Please." "No. I'll wear this dress for you and when I do you will know it is for you and no one else. If I model it for you now you will know it isn't for you and that will upset you further." I took his hand and squeezed but he turned away. Once again I urged him to go and sit down whilst I finished packing but he refused. I carefully folded the dress into the case. I wanted to take the bracelet Rob had given me but decided I would slip it into the case when I came up to bed. "Now I'm finished let's go and sit down." "Aren't you forgetting something?" Steve went to my drawer and picked out the bracelet "Don't you want to take your present from Rob?" he said rather spitefully. I giggled "I suppose I had better, thank you" I slipped it into the case and closed the lid. I was now all packed. "Come on lets go and have a drink" Steve seemed reluctant to leave the case and stared at it while I walked out. I was filled with mixed feelings, excitement and dread. The dread came from the feeling I had gone too far, but, I reasoned, if I didn't continue I wouldn't find Steve's limit. I realised I would seriously have to back pedal if I had gone past what Steve would accept. At the back of my mind was the nagging question what if I had not gone far enough? Other liaisons were an exciting possibility but did I want the hassle? Steve brought me my drink and I asked him to sit by me. His hand gripped my arm as if for support. We sat like that for a while each lost in our own thoughts. I don't know what Steve was thinking but my previous thoughts continued to chase themselves around in my mind. I tried to take comfort from the fact that Steve had not said 'no', which in some weird way made me think he wanted me to see Rob again. After a while I put my hand on his and gently murmured "Its OK, it's only sex." Steve gave a little murmur that seemed to be acceptance of this statement. The following morning I gave Steve a hug and a kiss before he left for work. He gave me a weak smile "Enjoy yourself" he said then quickly turned his head away but continued to hug me longingly. "Time to go" I gently reminded him as we disentangled ourselves. "I will see you Sunday about lunchtime." I did the things I had to do before leaving for work and checked the food I had prepared for the family. As I carried my suitcase to the car I had this horrible feeling things would not be the same again. This feeling remained with me throughout the day and I seriously wondered whether to abandon going to see Rob. I think if I had had to go back for my case I would have not gone. At work it was one of those days. Normally Friday was quiet and I had planned to slip off early to miss the traffic. As it was I missed the traffic because I was late leaving. Before I left I phoned the hotel and left a message for Rob "Jennifer is running late. Will be there in about an hour." The journey over was filled with more doubt. It was only when I remembered the excitement of the last time with Rob that I kept going. When I arrived at the hotel I wondered how I was going to find out which room we were in. Did I just brazen it out and walk up to the desk and ask for his room number? What if they questioned me as to who I was? Did I say I was his wife? If I said yes would they notice I was lying? When Steve and I went to hotels it was easy because we were together. I need not have worried, as I walked into the hotel Rob was waiting in reception. He came to me, took my case in one hand, grabbed my hand with his other and walked me to the elevators. I thought, 'you have done this before' and felt a pang of completely unfounded jealousy. Once in the room he held me close and gave me a passionate kiss. All my doubts left me as I returned his kiss. His hands moved over my body and I felt my passion rise. I gently put my hands on his chest and pushed him away. "Give a girl a chance." He grinned and released me. "Its just the sight of you." But he stepped back. "What do you want to do?" with a mischievous smile on his face. "No" I said "I want to change and relax first." "How about I go down to the bar whilst you get settled and changed. We can have dinner and ... " he left the sentence hanging. "Fine" I jumped in "See you in 30 minutes." As he was leaving he stopped, turned and looked at me "You look different" I looked at him quizzically as he continued to examine me. "You've had your hair cut." He said eventually "Looks great." When he had gone I quickly unpacked the case, took a shower and dressed. I phoned home to let them know I had arrived and say good night to the children. I was unhappy about this, although I knew I had to do it because the only person who would answer was Steve. I quickly told him I had arrived safely and asked to speak to the children. As he put the children on I heard him say "Don't press any buttons as I want to speak to mummy when you've finished." I had a quick chat with the children and then Steve came back on. I tried to finish the conversation quickly but Steve was having none of it. "What are you doing?" he enquired innocently. "Getting dressed for dinner" I replied "What are you wearing?" "Steve don't go there, you don't want to know." "Don't cut me out" he hissed "Is he there?" "No. Rob's waiting for me in the bar." "What are you wearing?" he repeated. "I'm wearing the dress." I reluctantly replied. "Are you wearing a bra?" he demanded almost hysterically. "You know I can't wear a bra with this dress" I replied gently. "What about stockings?" "I shall see you Sunday lunchtime" I replied "Goodnight" and cut the connection. I heard the room lock click and I hastily pushed the buttons to turn the phone off and dropped it into my bag as Rob walked in. "I thought I had better...... you look gorgeous" he gasped as he saw me. He took my hand, pulled me to him, and kissed me. He soon found the clasp to my dress. We went down to the bar much later and sat recovering over a drink. During dinner Rob was most attentive, in some instances too attentive and I had to restrain his wandering hands. We did however have a leisurely meal and stopped in the bar for a nightcap before retiring. It was the following morning I found out why Rob could not keep a girl. He was boring. He had no conversation except sport and what Steve had done on his birthday and had he done it since. The previous evening at dinner Rob had tried several times to introduce the subject into the conversation but I had resisted. In the end I had had to remind him that this weekend was about him and me and nobody else. After breakfast, we had set out to look around the town. If Rob had been attentive I would have been able to gel with him, but he kept on asking snide questions about what Steve looked like dressed and how did I put up with it. When I stonewalled the questions he switched to sport or talking about himself. Later he would come back with another snide question about Steve. It seemed he was more interested in getting the dirt on Steve than on entertaining me. By lunchtime I had had enough and the family images I had kept at bay loomed large. It was at lunch, when he had once again tried to get me to talk about Steve, that I made my decision. I told Rob the sex had been great but I could no longer carry on with our weekend, I was going home. Whilst I was packing, Rob did everything he could think of to get me to stay but my mind was made up. I packed my case and eventually left. On the drive home my mind was filled with remembering what had got Steve and myself to this point and I realised that I was no longer interested in finding what Steve's limit was. All I wanted was to resume a normal life, admittedly with me being in the driving seat. I realised this involved controlling Steve but I was sure this was what we both needed. If Steve wanted to continue dressing I would be OK with that as I hoped he would be with some minor dalliances on my part. The horrible thing was that in the back of my mind I could not rule out sex with Rob on some future occasion. I stopped at the shops close to home to pick up a few gifts for the children and rang home. There was no answer. For some reason this worried me. The obvious answer, that Steve had taken the children out for the afternoon, did not occur to me. I quickly drove home and rushed into the house dreading what I was going to find. I found nothing. I could not work out why I was so worried. Did I expect everything to stop because I wasn't here, or did I expect something worse? I made myself a coffee, got my case from the car and explored further. The children's favourite toys were all there and all our cases were in their usual place except for the one I was using. I flopped down in a chair and drank my coffee. About half an hour after I had finished my coffee they returned. Steve burst into the room, saw me and demanded what was the matter? My previous anxiety and relief that everything was OK got the better of me "Where have you been and where are the children?" I demanded "They're in the car." He said with a very puzzled look then "Is Rob here?" "No" I snapped "Why have you left the children in the car?" He just looked at me then said "I'll get them now." I brightened up when the children came bursting into the room. I gave them the little things I had picked up for them and we played together happily until it was time for their bed. As soon as they were in bed Steve started. What was the matter? Why had I come home early? Had Rob mistreated me? I was tired, I had not had much sleep the previous night, and even to myself I did not have all the answers. What I did not want was a grand inquisition, so I was less than helpful with my answers. Why could Steve not let it go and give me a cuddle? But of course he couldn't and when I thought about it afterwards neither would I under those circumstances. I was grumpy and just wanted to be left in peace. We both went to bed in very unhappy frames of mind but for different reasons. I slept fitfully that night thinking about what might have been if I had not walked out on Rob, so the following day I was in a worse mood. Steve kept pestering me as to what had happened to make me come home early. My pride would not let me admit it had been a failure; that there was nothing there apart from sex. No intelligent company or companionship. It made me appreciate Steve more but Steve's pestering was seriously annoying me. I know he was concerned but I had told him often enough that day to leave it alone. That evening, after the children had gone to bed, Steve did what he should have done the previous evening, he sat by me and hugged me and I started to relax. But after a short time of companionable silence he started the questions again. Not as forcefully as before but questions. Why couldn't he just cuddle me and then we could go to bed and lie together as companions? I kept telling him I would tell him why I had come home early when I was in the mood but he was not satisfied with that. I suddenly snapped and reverted to the Jennifer I had become. "Steve stop this unending questioning now or you will regret it." I snapped. This stopped him for a while, but I could feel the tension in him as he struggled with this. But what was he struggling with? Being told to stop asking me about my aborted weekend or the thought of what might happen or just being told what to do. On my way back on Saturday I had decided that I wasn't going to seriously push Steve anymore to find out what would happen. Would Steve drift back to being something like the old Steve? When I felt calm enough about the weekend to tell Steve I'm sure he would get a boost but that time was not now. I should have realised Steve would not stop. Before we had started this experience he would have just held me and comforted me until I was in a better mood but with all the changes his feeling for my moods seemed to have deserted him. Soon he started up again "Why did I run out on Rob?" My self-control snapped. I had had enough. I got up "Stay there" I commanded "I shall be back in a minute." I went to our bedroom, opened my draw and from the very back pulled out the box I had ordered over the internet. This box had caused me much trouble. When the original had arrived I had opened it and been disgusted. It was grotesque, how could anyone wear that? I asked myself. I had been inclined to just throw it away but I went back to the website and looked at the picture, I had thought they might have sent me the wrong item. I had to admit, looking at the picture, it looked the same but it in the flesh it seemed gross. I flashed off an email to the company saying how dissatisfied I was with the product and that their picture misrepresented it in an attractive light. I thought I would hear no more but within a few hours I had a reply stating they were sorry I was dissatisfied and I could have a refund on its return but if I explained what I wanted it for maybe they could suggest an alternative. I tried to explain, in an email, what I wanted. Their reply suggested I look at another of their models. I checked it out. "Oh well" I thought and did the necessary to swap the gross device for a sheath. I took the box down and showed the box to Steve. "This is the new punishment. No longer the excitement of being put over my knee and spanked. You will wear this." Steve stared at the box. "What is it?" I opened the box and showed him "It's a tube to hold you in place" I replied "It's locked into position so without the key you cannot remove it." It was very obvious to Steve what I was describing. "But but" he stammered. "It also can be worn on other occasions to give you a nice smooth line in panties." Steve just stared at the device. Eventually he just murmured "How long?" I deliberately misunderstood him "They claim one size fits all." He stared at me and then dropped his eyes back to the box. "Now lets have no more questions." I put the box on the coffee table and started to relax. We talked about other things for a while then put the television on. But Steve's eyes kept returning to the box lying on the table. When we went to bed I took the box and placed it prominently in the centre of my dressing table. In bed, Steve tentatively tried to initiate sex but I kept it to just cuddling. In the morning I gave Steve an encouraging hug and a kiss before he went out. During the day I realized it was unfair not to tell Steve why I had come home early and that evening I told him how the sex had been very good and it had not been restricted to just one session. Steve's face fell as I told him about how Rob had touched and stroked me under the table when we were at dinner, I also answered his question of Friday night about wearing stockings. I tantalised him further by telling him how excited I was when we went up to the room. I didn't tell him what had happened just after his phone call. Steve had an expression of shame on his face but his hand was gripping my arm in excitement. It was very disconcerting, which did I believe? He had said he wanted to know the details but did he? The answer came when I stopped my narrative when we entered the bedroom. "Go on" he said in a terse but passionate voice. "Perhaps later" I replied. He groaned and pleaded "Tell me" I left it there and moved onto the Saturday after we had had breakfast. I told him how Rob had persistently tried to talk about Steve dressed and how boring his conversation and his attitude had been. I continued the narrative with how, at lunch, Rob had virtually demanded I tell him about Steve dressed and surely I had some photographs. That was when I decided to cut my losses and come home. Steve was obviously expecting something else because he asked "Didn't anything else influence you?" I must have had a puzzled expression on my face as I looked at him and said " What else?" Steve took a big breath and said tentatively "What about my message?" "What message?" "The one I left on your phone after you hung up on me." "Oh" I replied "I shut my phone off after I had spoken to you and the children and it wouldn't start up Saturday morning. I hope it will be OK after I've charged it. Why was it important?" Steve just gulped and said "It was at the time" and seemed put out. "Never mind you can tell me now, what was the message?" Steve looked away and mumbled "Only that I loved you and missed you and wanted you back." Talk about timing. After the disappointment of the weekend all I had wanted to do was quietly tell Steve why I had come home early. Why couldn't he have stood up to me before the event and just said no? I looked at him "Why did you have to wait "til then to tell me? Couldn't you have told me to my face?" Once again I was upset and angry. To me it seemed as if he was deliberately trying to sabotage my weekend. It was probably a good job my battery went flat otherwise I would have endured the rest of the weekend just to satisfy my pride. Why could he not have stopped it all before I went off for my weekend? I knew if he had really said no I would not of gone. I would have made a big fuss but afterwards I would have respected him more for it. I just sat for the rest of the evening thumbing through the magazines that had arrived over the weekend. I wasn't concentrating on them because all the time the thoughts were running through my head about Steve and the weekend. Why couldn't he have left me have my treat in peace? Why did he have to complicate things? Steve didn't seem very happy either, as after he had told me about the message I had moved away from him. There was now not only an emotional gap between us but a physical one as well. Steve did try and bridge the gap by saying he was only trying to let me know he wanted me but I ignored him. When we were in bed Steve cuddled up to me. I didn't stop him but neither did I respond. I could feel his arousal digging into my back. He had been sexually excited ever since I had told him about the start of my evening with Rob but he certainly wasn't going to get any release tonight. In fact, with the memories and the strain of the intense sex over the weekend, I thought I probably would not feel like sex that week. The next day I thought about things at odd moments. Time and a night's sleep had made me more relaxed about Steve's message and put it more into context. When I had put the phone on charge I saw what I had done. In my haste instead of switching the phone off I had switched it to silent mode and had run the battery down. Although I was still unhappy about Steve trying to interfere in my weekend I realised it was because he loved me and was concerned about us. That evening I came down from putting the children to bed to find Steve very gently hand washing things in the kitchen. "What are you doing?" I asked. Steve looked guilty "These were put for the wash" he replied "but I thought they were too delicate for the machine." I looked over his shoulder and there in the basin was the silk nightdress, lacy panties, thong and bra I had worn over the weekend. "There's no need for you to wash those" I said gently "Move over and I'll do them." "It's no problem" replied Steve "I don't mind doing them." I tried to move him aside but he wouldn't shift. I was left standing there and just murmured my thanks, feeling embarrassed and a little self- conscious. I moved away a little and was wondering what to say when Steve spoke again "You go through a lot of panties considering you were not even there a whole day." Steve said in a quiet, interrogative voice. I blushed and giggled as I remembered "We were rather vigorous." I murmured. "Tell me" demanded Steve in a voice hoarse with passion. I didn't know what to say as memories of the sex came flooding back. "Now is not the time" I replied gently. Steve became more forceful "Four pairs of knickers and your nightdress heavily stained. When is the time?" he demanded. "Not now" I replied firmly and went behind him and gave him a hug. "Just enjoy the fact I came home early." Thinking back over it I wondered whether I had come back early. As far as sex was concerned I think if I had stayed longer things could have become a disappointment. It was obviously not for his conversation I was with Rob. I continued to hold Steve as he desultorily moved the clothes around in the bowl. His was obviously thinking about how he could progress the conversation further. "When will be the time?" he complained "You always say not yet." I gently moved him away from the washing. He had done what he wanted to do, confronted me with what had happened over the weekend. I quickly finished the hand washing and put the clothes to dry. Steve just stood along side me watching. When I had finished I took Steve's hand and led him into the family room where we sat together for the rest of the evening. Steve was not completely satisfied with this but didn't torture himself with asking for any more details of what had happened. The rest of the week progressed smoothly with only minor hints from Steve that he was still waiting to hear the details. I knew he was thinking about things though as his sexual frustration increased. Unlike the first time, though, there was no element of punishment in my denying him my body; it was just I wasn't in the mood. I suppose I had been sated during the weekend, but I did enjoy just being comfortable with Steve. It was good to have someone you could just relax with. This did not mean I didn't think about the weekend and the exhilarating sex I had experienced. I also knew that I still had to be in control, not only for my long term satisfaction but because Steve needed it. I also felt a little guilty as I realised I could not rule out another night with Rob. Would Steve allow that I wondered? By the Friday evening I had recovered. After a few drinks I looked directly into his eyes and said "Let's have an early night." Steve was obviously not expecting this but moved with alacrity to lock up. Instead of going to the bedroom and getting into bed as I normally did on these occasions I waited until Steve came back then took his hand and led him to the bedroom. There we enjoyed slowly undressing each other before I took him to bed. I kept a slow tempo until we could hold it no longer and both burst into a big, satisfying climax. Steve curled up behind me when we had recovered and fell asleep with his arms around me. The following day was good. Only one thing slightly marred the atmosphere. I was catching up on chores and had gone to the bedroom to get another load of washing. Steve was stood at my dressing table hurriedly replacing the lid on the box containing the sheath. I didn't know what to do so I pretended not to notice and gathered a load of washing. Steve blustered his way through and asked if I needed anything else brought through. I pointed to another pile "Would you bring that through as well?" He gathered up the clothes and followed me out. In the afternoon we went out and enjoyed ourselves. When we had put the kids to bed we sat down together. I sensed a tension in Steve and thought he was going to ask again for details of my night with Rob. I braced myself but, after getting me a drink, he asked hesitantly that as I had had my night with Rob could he dress this evening. I felt so relieved I must have let out a gasp. Steve took this as a sign of rejection and turned away from me. I touched his leg and said I had been hoping for a quiet evening together. I saw the disappointment on his face when he turned to me so I agreed and told him to go to the guest room to prepare himself whilst I had finished my drink. When I joined him he was dressed in the blue dress and from his shape I knew he had the breast forms in the bra. He towered over me in his high heels and I saw he must have prepared for tonight as his legs were smooth under the stockings. I grabbed his makeup and ushered him into our room locking the door after me. Up until Steve asked to dress I had been content to be just Steve and Jennifer with no thoughts of domination or control. When I started to play with the brushes and creams, though, my mood started to change. Steve's demeanour also seemed to change to one of acceptance and subservience. It occurred to me how well we complemented each other. "There Girly, how does that look?" He stared at himself in the mirror and a look of contentment spread across his face. He stood up and turned to me, smiled, lowered his eyes and hugged me. "Thanks Jenn," he said and went to kiss me. "Mind your makeup," I joked. He stopped, grinned, and air kissed me. "You must learn to do your own makeup" I admonished him. We sat down together on the stool in front of my dressing table, held hands and looked at each other in the mirror. We chatted about inconsequential things and all seemed well but I noticed Steve's eyes kept falling then jerking back to look at me. Gradually a tension seemed to come into Steve and I thought he was going to spoil things by asking about my time with Rob. I braced myself to resist his questioning and started to feel annoyed about him going to break this pleasant moment. When it came it wasn't what I expected and completely threw me. "How does that thing work?" I didn't know what he was talking about and turned to look at him. His gaze was centred on the box containing the sheath, still on my dressing table. "I briefly replied "It slides over you and is locked to a tight ring." "Can we try it?" "No, it's only there as an alternative to spanking when you need to be punished." I was not happy about the way this conversation was going. I had hoped we would sit contentedly together just chatting and later move to the bed for something more intimate. "Show me please" and he reached for the box and handed it to me. I sighed and said "Don't spoil things, we don't want to look at that now." "I want to see it" said Steve. I reluctantly opened the box and let him look at the thing. He took the box from me and fingered the contents. I tried to change the subject and talked of other things. When he was replying to one of my comments I went to take the box back and put the lid on it. "This is going at the back of my drawer as soon as I get it back" I thought to myself. Steve didn't release the box. "I want to try it on" he mumbled. "No" I replied "There's no need for you to wear it now." I gently took the box from him, replaced the lid and put it back on the dressing table. I continued chatting with him but his eyes kept wandering back to the box. I cursed myself, why hadn't I put it back in the drawer? I moved to put it away but Steve grabbed my arm. "Let me try it" he insisted. I desperately tried to think of a reason why he should not. "If you put that on it stays on for a week. That's what it's all about" I said. It was the only reason that came to mind. I tried to detract Steve with sexy chat and touching him but, in the mirror, I could see the glazed look in his eyes. I knew he wasn't concentrating on me. Suddenly he interrupted me by saying "OK" I was annoyed because I didn't want to do this but was also pleased as the old, clear thinking Steve seemed to emerge. I gave in gracefully and we studied the instructions together. Soon Steve was on his back on the bed with his dress up around his waist and no panties. The process of fitting it went relatively smoothly except for a period of cooling that had to be applied to Steve before the device could be fitted. When I had clipped the little padlock into position I took the key and put it in my bedside drawer. I made sure Steve saw where I put the key. I told Steve to put his panties on then positioned him in front of the mirror, hoisted his skirt up and let him look at himself. The view was decidedly more feminine. My excitement had increased whilst doing all this and I was feeling my old dominant self. I was also starting to feel quite wicked and various ideas started chasing around in my head. I had not wanted Steve restricted and I was going to do what I could to get him to beg for release. I decided there was only room for one woman in this room now and it wasn't me. I interrupted his gazing into the mirror and told him to go to the bathroom and close the door. His whole demeanour was now completely meek and subservient. I went to my closet and changed into my black trouser suit. When I had slipped my heels on I called to him. Steve just stared at me but lowered his eyes when I said "Come here." I put my arms around him and pulled him close, he just moulded himself into my caress. "There, Girly, does that make you feel like a woman?" I whispered gently into his ear. He just grunted. We sat down again on the stool. I kissed his neck and muzzled his ear "Are you starting to feel sexy?" I asked as I ran my hands down his back. I looked in the mirror expecting to meet his eyes but he was just looking at the floor. I wanted some response from him, I didn't want him in that contraption but there was nothing but acceptance of his position. "I felt very much like a woman when Rob did that to me." He stiffened but then relaxed. I had to break this subservient mould. I started to tell him about Rob and me after he came back to the room. How Rob's touch sent shivers of delight through me, how he had pulled me into a passionate embrace and how I had eased my body away from him when the straps of my dress had been released. I stroked Steve's leg gradually moving my hand up his thigh. His only response was to move closer to me. I described the feeling of Rob's hands on my breasts and the spike of lust that shot through me when his fingers touched my nipples. I was certainly getting very turned on by recounting the seduction but Steve just sat there moulding his side against me and staring at the floor. I couldn't understand this. I knew he had been wanting me to talk about my time with Rob but there seemed to be no reaction from him. Did I admit defeat or go on and try to break this acceptance? He answered my question. "What happened next?" I told him about the lust coursing through my body as Rob caressed my breasts and fingered my nipples, how his lips left mine and kissed my neck down to the cleavage between my breasts and the electrifying charge that shot through me as he sucked my nipple. Steve gave a gasp when I described this and gripped my leg more tightly. His breathing became more rapid and I moved my hand over his dress to the groin. Of course there was nothing to feel. Steve was obviously excited by this description and so was I. All I wanted to do was to take Steve to bed but when I suggested that this was only a trial run and we should remove the chastity device Steve said no. I argued but he was adamant and stated that it was to be for a week at a time and we should stick to that. I couldn't understand this and was becoming very frustrated and annoyed. Why didn't he want to be released and make love to me? Did he now think of himself as a woman and all he wanted to do with me was sit together and discuss boyfriends? When we went to bed that night I think Steve was sexually frustrated and I know I was. In bed I angrily turned away from him and tried to go to sleep. Steve moulded himself to my back but there was no comforting lump of flesh pushing into my bottom as there usually was. There was no mention of the previous night the following day though Steve did realise some of the limitations of being plumbed as a woman and spent more time on his visits to the toilet. I just kept things on an even keel although my thoughts did focus on wondering if this was this my punishment for going away with Rob? On the Monday morning Steve contented himself with just one cup of coffee before he left for work. In the evening I asked him how things had gone at work. He gave a weak grin and confessed he had not drunk much all day. I was still upset with him for spurning my advances on Saturday night. I viciously commented "I thought you would have used the Ladies'. We sat apart that night and retired to bed at separate times. I lay in bed wondering how long this was going to go on. On the Wednesday I had another go at Steve. He was washing up when I came up behind him and caressed his bottom "Hi Girly. How does this feel?" He didn't reply but wriggled his bottom but not in a sexy, I like that, sort of way. I moved my hands round to his front and ran them up his shirt to his nipples and pinched. He gasped "Stop that please Jenn" but not in his old cajoling tone but in a firm, stop messing around, voice. "What's the matter?" I asked "We real girls like that happening to us. I know I did when Rob did it to me." There was no response from Steve so I continued "In my new dress he could slid his hands in from the back and cupped my bare breasts" He still gave no response. "And when he pulled me back against him I felt him sticking into my back." He gave a small shudder but there was no other response "I won't feel that from you tonight will I?" I asked viciously. Steve turned towards me and looked at me. --- To be continued.