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-Jennifer 6 There was no response from Steve so I continued 'In my new dress he 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. After a few moments he gave a little shrug and turned away. What really stung me was it wasn't a submissive move but one that said I really can't be bothered with this. I tried to control my feelings but in the end I had to retaliate 'Anyway you would never feel as big as Rob.' Steve was visibly stung, stared at me then looked away. He went and sat in the family room. I was upset that Steve, for what ever reason, thought he could take charge again. After all we had been through he should know I was the one he wanted to be in control. I needed to re-establish my position. I went to our bedroom and I took out one of my more lacy, feminine nightdresses and a pair of silk, highcut panties. I placed them on Steve's side of the bed. Before I left I took the key from my bedside drawer and hid it away. If Steve wanted to play hardball, so be it. I went back to the family room. 'As you seem determined to be a woman I've put your night clothes out for you. You may as well look the part.' I told him. Steve's confidence and determination had wilted with my previous statement and this announcement moved him further back towards being a submissive. When I went to bed I left Steve sitting on the settee but I hadn't been in bed long when came into the bedroom. He sheepishly looked around then his gaze settled on the nightclothes I had put out for him. He gasped but a strange look of contentment appeared in his eyes. I surreptitiously watched him undress then, with his back to me, nervously lift the nightdress and slid it down over his body. I knew he was back when he savoured the feel of pulling the panties on. I pondered what this was all about. Was Steve trying to challenge my domination? If so why? Or was there something else I wasn't aware of? Whatever was causing this was having a deep effect on me. I was feeling very randy but also felt challenged. I had failed to shift Steve from his intent to wear the device but what would happen when the week was up. Would I just carry on as if nothing had happened? I decided that was not going to happen. On the Saturday Steve was in high spirits and kept dropping hints that he was looking forward to the evening. I was secretly thrilled that he did really want to have sex with me but just responded with a weak smile. That evening when everything had been sorted and we were sitting down to relax Steve went to the bedroom. I heard a drawer opening then after a short time closing rather abruptly. Steve came back into the family room 'The key's not in your drawer' he stated in a very aggrieved tone. I looked at him and a shaft of sympathy shot through me. I almost gave up on my scheme but hardened myself 'I know' 'Well where is it?' he demanded. 'Hidden away somewhere.' A puzzled look started to replace the annoyed expression on his face but he quickly changed it to nervous smile 'Where is it?' 'Safely hidden and when the time comes I shall get it.' He collapsed down beside me 'Jenn, the week is up, now is the time.' The old feelings surged through me but I did nothing. Steve realised I was not messing about. 'What's the matter? He asked. 'Nothings the matter except that you decided to deprive me of sex for a whole week. I think that deserves to be punished don't you?' He groaned 'But Jenn, I have been looking forward to this moment all week. Please get the key' I grinned at him and remembered all the frustrations and doubts of the last week 'As I said before when the time is right' 'When will that be?' he nervously asked. I taunted him 'I think I said in the beginning a week.' Steve stared at me ' But' he stammered 'but I've done the week' 'No. You decided you were going to annoy me and suffered the week. I am now saying I am not going to put up with this behaviour. When I'm ready I will release you.' Steve visibly shrunk. 'I have been looking forward to this night since I put it on' he complained 'It's not fair.' The eroticism of the situation kept me going. If I had given in now all our future could be jeopardised. 'It was your choice so you must bear the consequences.' Steve started to sulk and kept repeating 'It's not fair.' When he saw this was having no effect he changed to pleading. I repeated it was his choice, I did not want him to put the device on and now he had to suffer. With that I told him I was going to bed and when he came up not to forget to put on the nightdress and panties. The following day, Sunday, Steve tried to carry on as if nothing had happened except he tried courting me. I thoroughly enjoyed this and I must admit he was very persuasive. It reminded me of my youth when dating seemed to be a challenge with the boy wanting to get as far as possible whilst the girl maintained her dignity. When the evening came and we sat down together he cuddled up to me. I let him then started to question him about what he thought he had been doing. He was very bashful about the whole thing and all I could get out of him was he wanted to feel what it was like. When it was time for bed Steve made one last attempt to get me to unlock him but to no avail. I was really enjoying this situation and what made it even better was it was one of Steve's own making. It brought back memories of returning home from the bar the night it all began. Of Rob and I kissing in the back of the car and then the heavy petting before we went to bed. At any time Steve could have challenged me and said stop, but he didn't. My mood carried over into bed. After locking up Steve came in and put the nightdress and panties on. He gave me one more beseeching look before climbing into bed. He lay on his back and, with the lights out, once again asked how long this was going to continue. I turned onto my back and told him until I was happy to release him. He groaned and said he thought he had suffered enough. I gently reminded him that he had only been locked up for two days as a punishment, the rest had been his choice. 'But why am I being punished?' he almost demanded. 'Because you are trying to take control of the situation and you know you can't do that' This was the defining moment. Steve either had to accept this or our games would be at an end. He lay for a long time thinking 'You don't have to do this to me' he eventually said. I kept silent, he hadn't rebelled so he had accepted the fact. Obviously he could cut himself loose easily if he really wanted to as it was only a plastic lock but once again it was like the first night, he could stop it if he wanted. I didn't know how much longer I could keep him locked up as my own needs were becoming very demanding, but I did resolve to be firm and not release him tonight. Once again the electric charge associated with the power surged through me, and the wickedness returned. I turned my head to the side to look at him 'Did you notice I changed your nightie for tonight?' He mumbled 'Yes.' 'Do you like it? Don't you think it's very feminine?' Once again Steve mumbled a response that seemed to say yes. 'It's the one I wore for Rob in the hotel.' Steve jerked and said 'Oh no' Then after a pause there was a more spirited 'I'm surprised you bothered to put one on.' I giggled 'Oh yes. I wanted to feel as feminine as possible.' Steve turned his head towards me and in the dim light in the bedroom I could see the whites of his eyes looking at me. 'And anyway I wanted the session to be long and sexy.' Steve's eyes seemed to grow larger. I grinned 'Rob seemed to like me in. He thought of it as a challenge to expose me piece by piece.' Steve started to protest but I told him to make up his mind, one moment he was telling me I wouldn't share my experiences, the next he was telling me to stop. Steve said he didn't want to be told when he was like this but I countered with he wanted to know what it was like as a woman and I hoped this was the closest he was going to get. I was enjoying myself particularly when Steve complained that it hurt. 'Don't you want to know how excited I felt when, after fondling my breasts, he turned me and kissed me passionately on the lips. You washed my panties so you should know.' Steve's hand reached out and gripped mine tightly 'Please Jenn, not when you have me locked up like this.' I pulled my hand away from his grasp 'Don't ever complain I don't share things with you.' I turned away from him in an apparent sulk. Steve lay still for a long time but eventually reached out and touched me. 'Sorry Jenn, you know I want to share it but I feel so useless restrained like this. I want to feel the arousal with what you're telling me.' I didn't turn towards him 'You must learn to live with the consequences of your actions. I repeatedly asked you let me unlock it and release you but you persisted.' Steve hugged me harder but didn't say anything so I continued 'It's not a game you can stop and start as you want, if you want me to be in charge then you must accept the total package.' Steve tensed at this and then eventually started to relax. He let go of me and turned onto his back. 'Tell me the rest please ' he mumbled in a subdued voice. I turned over and just lay there wondering how much to tease him with. Before I could decide Steve pleaded 'Please Jenn, Please' I continued at the point I had left off. 'After the kiss Rob went to undo the clasp of my dress but I stopped him, gave him another quick kiss and told him to take off my stockings.' I knew Steve would react to this, his hands groped down to my thighs and he shuddered. I described how I had sat on the edge of the bed and Rob had knelt in front of me, removed my shoes then slid his hands up my legs. 'I was panting with lust as his hands reached my bare thighs. He unclasped a stocking and gently slid it down my leg.' Steve's hand dug into my thigh and he uttered a moan. I looked over at him but his eyes were closed. He was in a world of his own with his thoughts and pictures. I carried on describing how, after the second stocking had been removed, Rob's hands had again travelled up my thighs and started to remove my thong but I had reluctantly stopped him. Steve gasped and said 'Why?' 'I wanted it to last so I stood up, took the nightdress from my case and went into the bathroom. As I walked in I saw myself this sexy woman in the mirror with tousled hair, smeared lipstick and hard nipples sticking out through the thin fabric of the dress.' Steve turned onto his side to look at me and moved closer. His hand stroked further up my thigh as I described Rob's reaction as I walked out and got into bed. Soon Rob was naked and in bed alongside me. I turned to Steve and demonstrated how easily the thin straps slid down the arm exposing a breast. I played with Steve's nipple as I told him how Rob had done the same thing to me before he started sucking my nipples. Steve's body was now lying ramrod straight in the bed, his whole body tense with excitement. 'There Girly' I said as I leaned across to suck his nipple 'Do you like?' Steve just groaned then his hand came over and grasped my bottom. We were both very excited as I slid my hand down to his groin and felt the metal casing. 'That's not I felt when I stroked Rob' I murmured and was about to get out of bed and get the key when Steve spoilt it all by almost demanding 'Unlock it Jenn, unlock it now.' Although I knew we both wanted this, I froze. He had broken the spell by demanding I do it and I couldn't let myself do it now. I lay back and calmed myself down 'It's not time yet' I said rather weekly and turned over to try to sleep which was difficult with Steve groaning and turning beside me. Not surprisingly Steve was a bit distant with me the following morning and just gave me a peck on the cheek before he left for work. At odd moments during the day my thoughts turned to Steve and the previous night. By the end of the day I had convinced myself that Steve had learnt his lesson. That evening when it was just about an acceptable time to go to bed I announced I was going to bed. Steve had been quiet but OK all evening said he may as well lockup and follow me. I laid out the nightdress from last night and a thong for Steve to wear but I decided to wear a pair of male, stripped pyjamas. I was sitting up in bed when Steve entered. He didn't pay much attention but just wandered through to the bathroom. When he emerged he saw the nightdress from last night and shuddered 'Please Jenn, don't tease me again.' And looked at me, his eyes full of pleading. I didn't say anything but saw he had noticed I was wearing one of his pyjama jackets. He reached for the panties and only when he went to step into them discovered it was a thong. He stared at me 'I want to see how you look in a thong' I said innocently. Steve realised something was happening but didn't know what so with much trepidation he cautiously pulled the thong on. 'Give me a twirl' I commanded. Steve self consciously tottered around. Through the nightdress I could see his bottom sexily framed. 'Lift you nightdress up and do it again' When he had finished I told him to look at himself in the full length mirror. I could tell he liked what he saw. 'Come here' He dropped the nightdress and approached me. I reached out and groped his bottom then ran my hand round to the front and between his legs. He was certainly ready. He flinched and his hands came over to protect himself 'Don't' he pleaded 'their very tender.' I grinned at him 'Why?' He looked away. 'Pull up your nightie.' Steve didn't move but looked at me in horror. 'Come on, we haven't got all night' 'What are going to do?' he asked tentatively. 'Girly, you are going to be in that contraption for a very long time if you don't do as your told.' His hands reluctantly moved to the hem of his nightie and slowly lifted it until it was at his waist. 'You look quite feminine,' my hands went to his waist then ran down over the front of his thong 'but you don't feel very womanly.' Steve shuddered. I slid my hands back over his bottom cheeks and gently squeezed. He pushed himself back into my hands and tried to maintain contact as my hands moved up to his waist again. 'Stop teasing me, please' I gently slid the thong down. 'It doesn't look very feminine does it Girly' Steve now pushed himself forward against my hand that was stroking him just above where the tube started. Steve didn't answer but his eyes were closed and his breathing was rapid and shallow. I took my hand away and a look of disappointment and resignation came over his face. I opened my drawer and pulled out the key 'Do you think we should take it off?' A glorious smile spread over his face as he nodded his agreement. The whole contraption came off easily once the lock was undone. I lifted the thong back into position but it didn't look right on him now. He let the nightie fall back into position and looked at me tentatively. I smiled at him and suddenly he was on me pushing me back on the bed. His lips met mine roughly and his hands tore at the pyjama top, at least one button pinged off. Soon his hands were massaging my breasts, to be followed by his lips suckling me. I tried to calm him down but to no avail. The pyjama bottoms were gone and he was in me. It all happened far to quickly and I was left hanging. Steve collapsed on top of me, caught his breath then rolled off. He turned to look at me with a sheepish expression on his face. I knew I was in for a long night 'Did you think I was going to put you back in the sheath?' He looked away shamefacedly 'Sorry' he muttered. I left him for a few minutes to settle down before I started. I enquired whether he would like me to continue with my account of what happened with Rob. He started to stir but shook his head. 'You are not leaving me in this state' I told him and started playing with him and retelling him stories of what Rob and I did. As I stoked him I had the satisfying feeling of the thin material of the nightdress sliding over his body and the thong. I gradually brought him back to a state of arousal. I eventually collapsed off him satisfied and slept. The following morning we were weary but satisfied and content with ourselves. In the evening when we were sat down together Steve cuddled up to me and leant his head on my shoulder. In a flashback I saw it as the reverse of what use to happen. I started to probe for answers to the questions that had been in my mind all day. 'Have you felt more comfortable today?' Steve smiled 'I certainly didn't have to worry about the number of drinks I had.' 'And you could use the urinal' I smiled with him. We sat in companionable silence for a while. 'Why did you do it?' He shrugged uncomfortably and muttered evasively 'It seemed like a good idea at the time.' I let it ride then asked 'How did it make you feel?' His body tensed 'Different' I took it very gently as I asked him how different. After a long time and much persuasion he said 'Most of the time it made me feel emasculated. I wasn't a man but someone dependant on you for love and comfort. I no longer felt I had to be in control, particularly when I wasn't at work. It was a very comforting feeling. It was a similar feeling to the one I get when I dress but without the thrill and wonderfully soft feeling of the clothes.' He paused 'But it was strangest at night when you made me wear the nightie and panties. Then I really started to feel as if I was a woman.' I was getting very worried by the way the conversation was going 'What do you mean you didn't have to feel like a man? Is that why you weren't concerned about not having sex with me?' Steve gripped my thigh 'I don't mean it like that. I really wanted you to have sex with me and will always need you to make love to me. Not being able to do that was a serious downer particularly as you were really mean and tried to break me with the stories about you and Rob.' He paused for breath and then continued in a more subdued tone 'I wanted to turn and have you put your arms around me and comfort me, but if I did that I knew my resolve would go.' He paused, deep in thought. 'Even during that though there was part of me, saying in a very comforting way, its all right Jennifer's really in charge.' He stopped suddenly, then grabbed my arm and held it tightly 'You will always be there for me, won't you?' I wrestled with his hand to release his grip whilst assuring him I would. He calmed down and resumed 'Daytime Saturday was very satisfying for me. I had kept my resolve, found out what it was like. Apart from the inconveniences and no sex it was not a really unpleasant experience particularly as I was the one saying no and I wasn't being punished for anything. Then on the Saturday I had the evening to look forward to, or so I thought until you dashed my expectations.' He looked at me reproachfully. 'Did you think I could let you get away with challenging me without responding. If I had given in to you everything that has happened would end and I would not be happy. I enjoy being the boss' Steve thought about that 'I know, but it was very hard to take. That was real punishment.' We talked on but nothing new emerged and I was left not really understanding what the last week had been about. The positive aspect of it was Steve snuggled even closer to me and we retired to bed to gently make up for what had been missed during the last week. The following week I phoned Steve at work to find out whether he was going out that night. Christmas was approaching and I needed to do some shopping. Steve's phone was answered by Sara, She seemed happy to speak to me and reminded of our promise to have lunch together. I had thought it was one of those things you say at the end of a party but she seemed to genuinely want to do it. We arranged to meet the following Tuesday. I had meant to tell Steve that we were having lunch but somehow whenever I remembered it was not a good time and I felt defensive about mentioning it. The Tuesday morning, after Steve had left for work, I spent a long time choosing my outfit for the day. I didn't really understand why I felt it important to look good for Sara but I did remember the mild flirting at the party. Was it my vanity that really wanted Sara to fancy me or was I curious to find out what lesbian love was all about? In the end I choose something sophisticated but that also displayed my attributes to their best advantage. The fact it was winter and I had to work limited my choice somewhat. I arrived at the restaurant and saw Sara was already there sat at a table close to the back. I made my way to the table and we greeted each other with a small hug. I was unprepared for how sexy she looked even though she just had on normal office clothes. I let her make most of the conversation until I recovered my equilibrium then we started chatting as if we had known each other for ages. I must admit to yearnings throughout our conversation that we started some mild flirting but Sara kept it pretty much to the straight and narrow. As we sat over our coffee Sara changed the subject completely, she was getting a bit concerned about Steve. At times he was no longer the quiet driving force he use to be. Was he worried about something she should know about? I mentally gulped but kept a straight face whilst asking for more details. Naturally the time Steve was restrained came up, that he had refused most drinks during the day and spent a long time in the toilet. I told her Steve had a stomach complaint about that time and that must have been the cause. I side stepped the question about his indecisiveness. Sara was a bright girl and gave me an old fashioned look but didn't pursue the matter. We left the restaurant and said our goodbyes outside agreeing we should do this again in the New Year. Just as we were parting Sara turned back to me 'It's a pity your Steve's wife, otherwise I think we could get to know each other a lot better.' She gave me a wry smile then walked off and I was left in a state of euphoria but puzzling as to whether I had really wanted anything different to happen. As I walked back to my office my mood was a mixture of exhilaration and sadness. The exhilaration because Sara and I were obviously mutually attracted to each other and sadness that Steve got in the way. Would Steve stand in the way of a liaison with his assistant? Would he have to know about it? The answer to both questions was probably a definite yes. I was not sluttish enough to do anything serious behind his back. When Steve came home that evening he was not in a happy mood. I gave him a quizzical look but had to wait until later, when we were sat down together, to find out why. 'Why didn't you tell me you were meeting Sara for lunch today?' he demanded. I was quite taken aback but responded 'Sorry, I meant to tell you but I got distracted and it must of slipped my mind. I really did mean to tell you.' Steve didn't take it as the peace offering it was intended 'Must of slipped your mind' he mimicked 'I notice it didn't slip your mind to get dressed up for work today' he added sarcastically. I started to feel guilty, I could have told Steve but I kept putting it off and I had kept putting it off because I wanted to see what would happen with Sara, possibly another new experience in my supposedly liberated state. A small giggle escaped as I remembered the indecision of this morning over what to wear. Steve mistook the reason for the giggle and immediately had another go 'How can I get respect from my assistant when my wife is going behind my back to have lunch with her?' He paused for a while whilst he tried to phrase the next bit as delicately as possible 'The whole office is aware she doesn't have boyfriends and isn't in the least bit interested in men. How do you think it would look if you had been seen together and me not knowing anything about it.' I murmured my apologies. Steve backed off a bit 'What did you talk about?' 'Oh' I said airily 'We talked about the party and what a good time we all had.' 'Did you talk about me?' 'A little' 'You didn't tell her anything did you?' He was now getting worried and my continued silence made him more worried. 'Jenn, what did you tell her?' I opted for a half truth 'Sara was worried about you. Apparently recently you had not been your normal self and weren't mixing with people as normal.' Steve's eyes drifted to the floor and he guiltily said 'I told them I was busy. What did you say?' 'Oh, I think I said something about you being restrained.' I thought Steve was going to explode. 'You did what?' 'Well, she mentioned how good you had looked at the fancy dress party so I just continued the explanation.' Steve jumped up and stared at me 'You didn't' he said in disbelief. I couldn't think of anything to add so Steve continued viciously ' Did you mention your sleeping around?' I giggled 'No, but I thought it would be a nice idea to have Sara over for a meal, you know, three girls together.' This was when Steve started to wonder whether I was serious or not. He sat down next to me 'Stop teasing me' he said but without the conviction of knowing I was. 'You could then watch Sara seduce me. Don't you think that would be exciting?' Before we had started all this Steve would have known it was a joke and responded accordingly but now he kept quiet, shrinking into the seat. I put my hand on his thigh and felt the tension. I knew, without looking, he was aroused. 'Maybe you could join it for a little while. You'd like that wouldn't you.' The imagery I was conjuring up had made me excited as well and I lent over and gave him a passionate kiss. 'Why don't you lock up?' In bed Steve was very docile and just lay back accepting what I did to him. I treated him gently as I imagined I would treat a woman, but the resulting climax was powerful and satisfying for both of us. As we lay on our backs recovering Steve said 'You didn't mention anything personal about me to Sara did you?' I paused before replying and Steve grabbed my arm 'Did you?' 'No silly of course I didn't, but you enjoyed the feeling that I may of, didn't you.' It wasn't a question but a statement. Steve just grunted. 'I vaguely told her something about you having a stomach upset about that time.' Steve relaxed 'but we must keep our private life separate from our business life you know.' 'I know' he replied 'but when I was wearing the thing I had these strange thoughts and feelings.' I waited for him to go on but I had to prompt him 'Well' 'The feeling of contentment I get when I am with you and you're in charge sort of spilt over.' Again he had to be prompted then he shamefacedly admitted that he would have liked Sara to be responsible for him at work. 'You imagined Sara having sex with you?' This was a new feeling that I didn't feel comfortable with as I had always imagined Steve only wanting me. 'No, not having sex, but her in charge of me and.... And ' he trailed off. I was getting concerned. 'And what' I snapped. Eventually he said 'controlling me.' I knew from the long pause that Steve had been searching for words to explain his feelings and what had come out was a very sanitised version of what he had really thought but I was too scared to pursue this further. I was thinking of something to say to change the subject when Steve quietly elaborated. 'Occasionally, when I was sat there in the office, I daydreamed I was dressed as a woman and I was the assistant.' I gulped 'You can't wear the sheath to work again.' I said with finality. 'If that continues you won't have the job anymore. I'll have to think of some other way of using it.' Steve sighed, partly in relief and, partly in disappointment. I couldn't help myself, I giggled. 'Why did you giggle?' Steve asked. 'It was just your sigh, it seemed as if it was both happy and sad.' He shifted uncomfortably 'I suppose you will think of something.' I lay there and pondered the situation. When Steve had been restrained against his will the familiar feelings of being in charge had surged through me and I got a kick out of it although the end satisfaction was lacking. The high also lasted unlike administering a spanking. I fell asleep pondering the situation. The next day I was plagued with thoughts about what to do. I had not realised Steve's submissive thoughts extended to anyone other than me and his admission that he had thought about Sara dominating him made me a little unsure of myself. I know it was whilst he was caged but it still happened. That evening, as we were sat together, I broached the subject with him. 'We must sort out what happens when you wear the sheath.' Steve looked at me with a hint of defiance 'Why do I have to wear it?' He demanded. 'Because you need the control and I say so.' He was about to argue but stopped. 'Why can't you just spank me in the pink dress?' 'I will sometimes' I promised him 'but I think you like that and I don't want you being rebellious just so that you can put on the pink dress and go across my knee. Also the sheath is quick and private whereas you getting all dolled up for a spanking takes time and planning, and' I grinned at him 'makes a certain amount of noise.' Steve cast his eyes down recognising the truth in what I said and his body started tensing as it did at the start of arousal. 'In future' I stated 'any period of restriction will start on the Friday night. You will wear the sheath all over the weekend but it will be removed before you go to work.' Steve just stared at me and said 'But.....' I put my hand out to stop him going further 'Let me finish.' 'As soon as you come back in the evening the device will be re-attached and will stay on till the following morning when the process will be repeated. This will go on throughout the week.' I stated. Steve started to object 'Why don't you just deny me sex, your quite good at that' he said spitefully. I giggled 'I know, but you will still feel like a man. You have admitted you feel different when you are wearing the sheath. Anyway' I added 'the sheath will also contain your urges and that has quite an effect on you.' Steve started to object saying it was a lot of fuss for nothing. 'I don't want to wear that thing anymore.' 'Its not what you want but what you need' I replied authoritatively. This was getting me quite excited and I now wanted to push the issue. Steve tried another tack 'Can't we do something else?' he enquired. 'The other things we've discussed you enjoy and I even think you enjoy being restrained. This will definitely do what you've said you want, for me to be in charge and in control particularly of our sex life.' We discussed things further and at each new proposal we discussed Steve backed down further until he had no further objections. Although he was not happy he accepted the situation. Then I told him that as he was not in the device during the day he would have to spend the next weekend caged as well. He started to object again but when I asked him if he wanted the first session to start next weekend he backed down. I put my arm around him and pulled him close to me. He resisted for a moment then relaxed against me. 'There there Girly lets see what happens shall we?' We were both aroused after the discussion so I took him to bed and made love to him. Christmas was almost upon us and, as usual, things were hectic. Parcels kept arriving for me with presents, mainly for the children, I had ordered. With just over a week to go, on the Thursday night, the phone rang. Steve was at the driving range with his friends and I was busy packing gifts. I felt a tinge of annoyance 'Who can this be now?' I thought to myself. I picked up the phone and immediately came his voice saying 'Hello Jennifer.' I couldn't think of anything to say for a moment then just replied 'Hello Rob.' 'Before you hang up can I just say I'm sorry about the weekend. It was just I was, and still am, very curious about Steve. After all I've known him a long time and you must admit it's intriguing. If I promise to try and not mention him again can we talk?' I didn't encourage him but neither did I hang up. 'Jennifer, are you still there?' I answered so he carried on 'I have wanted to ring you ever since our shortened weekend. After you had left I felt very depressed and also somewhat ashamed of myself for not paying you the attention you deserved. Please forgive me.' I murmured a reply that could be taken as anything but inside I was bubbling with excitement. Rob continued talking about how great the night had been and how he had really enjoyed being with me. He even dropped hints that he would like to do it again. I kept my pride and did nothing to encourage him apart from making polite comments. He then wished me a Merry Christmas and said he would ring again in the New Year. I just wished him a Merry Christmas When I had hung up I gave an excited whoop then giggled. Although socially the time had been a failure, sexually it had been great. I wondered seriously what Steve would say about me and Rob spending another night together. I now knew it would only be a night and that passion would be the only thing on the agenda. I wasn't dissatisfied with Steve as a lover, in fact since the change I thought we gelled very well but something different is always satisfying and Rob was great in bed. I could confidently tell Steve that a night of sex was all I was interested in. Steve returned later than usual that night and in a very happy frame of mind. He had driven well on the range and they had all been in good spirits afterwards. As it was their last meeting before the New Year they had taken their time afterwards. I had been going to tell Steve about the phonecall from Rob when he came home but it seemed a shame to spoil his mood so I put it off until tomorrow and tomorrow never comes. Christmas was soon upon us and we celebrated in traditional style although Steve did seem a little disappointed with the present I brought him, a shirt, tie and socks. I grinned inwardly. Steve's mother came over and celebrated Christmas Day with us, staying the night. After lunch on Boxing Day she went home and, in what had become a custom, took the children with her. This had been going on for three or four years now so we grown ups could celebrate in our own way and granny could have her Christmas with her grandchildren. This year, although we had not discussed it, there was no doubt in my mind what Steve wanted to do and I was content to let him. As soon as they had left he looked at me with a begging look in his eyes. I smiled at him, nodded and said 'You can go and get ready after you have given me a kiss and brought me a drink.' Both tasks were performed in double quick time, then he retired to the bathroom to begin his preparations. It was the first time he had dressed properly since before my shortened weekend with Rob. I went to our bedroom and changed into the black trouser suit. Steve liked me in this and it seemed to emphasise my position of power. I went to see how Steve was progressing and found him starting to put on his makeup. He must have been practising when I wasn't around because he was certainly more competent than when he did it for the Halloween party, he had already put rollers in his hair to give it some shape. He looked up as I entered and stared at my reflection then demurely dropped his eyes. He was dressed in his bra, panties, garterbelt and stockings and continued with his makeup as I went and stood behind him. I ran my hands down his back 'til I touched the garterbelt. 'You like wearing this and the stockings don't you. Rob picked a good present for you.' He closed his eyes and slumped down on the stool. 'Don't Jenn, please don't.' I didn't say anymore but I noticed his arousal. I stood back and let him get on with putting his makeup on. I advised then briefly tidied it up at the end. When I had removed the rollers and brushed out his hair I said 'There Girly, that's not bad.' He gave me a tentative smile. A great protective urge spread through me and although I still enjoyed the power and control it was benign softened by the feeling of needing to look after him. 'What are you going to wear?' 'I thought the new dress you picked out for me when we went shopping.' He replied hesitantly. I got the dress for him and zipped him into it. He turned and preened himself in the mirror obviously pleased with his look. I went and put my arm around his waist and hugged him. Momentarily he froze as if unsure what to do then turned into me and hugged me back. In the mirror I saw myself hugging a woman and I started to get excited. I reached up, turned his head towards me and gave him a soft, passionate kiss. He responded and before long he was on his back on the bed with me standing in front of him taking off my jacket and trousers. I was reminded of a similar situation with Rob but then obviously the roles were reversed. I shared my thoughts with Steve. 'Please' he pleaded and closed his eyes but his level of arousal increased and as I pulled his panties down his back arched in excitement. I felt the stab of intense pleasure as I manoeuvred him into me. I paused above him with my breasts hanging and was overcome with a deep feeling of tenderness. I took his head in my hands and gave him a long, tender kiss. However other urges soon took over. We flopped down together exhausted. Steve had been much more energetic than normal when he was dressed and had pushed and strained against me causing me to exert even more control over him. As our breathing returned to normal I felt the cool air on my skin, after all I was naked apart from my stockings whereas Steve was almost fully clothed. I giggled and moved closer to him and we lay there comfortably for a little longer before the chill forced me to get up and put a robe on. Steve just lay there watching me, obviously enjoying the sight. The hem of his dress had fallen to his stocking tops hiding his maleness. I stared back at him and his eyes submissively dropped and he, suddenly conscious of his appearance, went to pick up his panties. 'Don't do that' I commanded 'I think you need something to improve you shape.' I walked over to my dressing table and took out the sheath. He gasped and objected but I was insistent. 'Your not being punished but it gives you a much better shape and' I added with a mischievous smile, 'you will feel more feminine won't you Girly.' He still objected but I went ahead and got a cloth to clean him up. He kept objecting whilst I was doing this so I gave him a compromise 'I'll put this on you but I won't lock it so you can remove it any time you want.' I knew he wouldn't without my permission but it seemed to calm him down. I attached the device then pulled up his panties. 'That looks a lot better' I told him 'quite like a woman. Now get yourself tidied up whilst I go and dress.' I gathered up the clothes I had been wearing and went through to my bedroom. I had decided it was time Steve saw me in the dress I had worn for Rob. Just as I was finishing getting ready I heard Steve go to the family room. I checked myself in the mirror and followed him down. He turned to me, saw what I was wearing and let out a gasp 'Wow'. A wave of pleasure passed through me as I realised I could still produce such a reaction from my husband. 'Jenn you look gorgeous' he said as he walked towards me in his heels and pulled me into a long hug. When he released me he stood and said with demure smile 'I don't know if I will be able to keep my hands off you.' 'That's what Rob said last time I wore it.' Steve's hands dropped to his side as he turned his face away from me. 'Do you have to' 'Well you said you wanted to know the details.' Did I mean to be cruel? Not really it just seemed right for Steve. His reactions bore this out. He stood before me with his shoulders drooping but a sense of erotic excitement radiating from his body. I couldn't understand why this treatment excited him so munch but it did. I walked behind him, put my arms around his waist, and kissed his neck below his ear. He leant his head to one side and I tongued the lobe of his ear. My hands slid down to his groin and pressed gently. He grabbed my hands and pulled them away 'Don't Jenn, its..' he paused then continued 'its uncomfortable.' I giggled, 'Excited are we.' Steve just grunted. I turned him so we were facing each other and gave him a slow passionate kiss. 'There Girly, get me a drink would you and lets see if there are any presents lying around that were forgotten yesterday.' He looked at me in a quizzical way and went to get the drinks. I retrieved the presents I had hidden away whilst he was dressing and put them in a stack beside me. Most were for him. When Steve had brought me my drink, and a soft one for himself, I started giving him the rest of his Christmas presents. I had bought him a soft pink, almost translucent blouse and a matching skirt with a hem that would fall a few inches above his knees. I had also bought him a short, soft pink, half-slip as the material of the skirt was so thin. I thought they made quite a classy, but feminine, number. After he had unwrapped them, he stared at them, just said 'Oh Jenn' and gripped my hand. 'You can see why I couldn't give you these yesterday' I said 'not with your mother here.' He didn't reply but gave an embarrassed smile then gripped my hand tighter and became quite emotional. He wanted to put them on there and then but I told him to wait until we had finished. He must have sensed something in my voice because a haunted look appeared on his face. I picked up the two remaining presents, one for Steve and one for me. They had arrived in a parcel just before Christmas addressed to me. I recognised who they were from immediately and I had opened the outer package. Inside were two gift wrapped presents but no note. I handed Steve his present and as he looked at me he said 'You first' I had this tremendous sense of d?j? vu again as my thoughts flew back to when we had sat like this just after it had all began. The highs and the lows. The uncertainty I had felt in the beginning and still had not completely overcome. The adjustments I had to make when I saw Steve dressed as a woman for the first time but then gradually realising that underneath he was still my Steve. The sex with Rob and the thrill and satisfaction of being in charge and having control over Steve. I was brought out of my reverie by Steve's voice 'Go on Jenn' and I started to unwrap my present. The size of the box and the lack of weight precluded it being jewellery. On top of the box was a note. I opened it and read Dear Jennifer, I thoroughly enjoyed our time together and I'm very sorry I upset you. My behaviour was unforgivable but you were fabulous. I hope you like the present. I was prompted to get it by the memory of you emerging from the bathroom that night. I fervently hope I get the opportunity to see you in it some time and maybe remove it slowly to reveal the delights beneath. With fond love and respect, Rob I didn't pass the note to Steve but opened the box. Inside was a beautiful, ivory white, silk peignoir set. I was a little overcome by this because it was so feminine, sexy and expensive. I looked at Steve and showed him the present. 'Don't you think it's beautiful?' I gasped. Steve grunted 'Your going to send it back aren't you.' It was a statement not a question. I didn't reply but told him to open his box. When Steve had unwrapped his present, a bit roughly I thought, he found a similar box to mine and a note. He read the note slowly then determinedly put it one side and opened the box. He just stared at it then passed the box to me. Inside was a girly pink baby doll nightie with buttons down the front. Underneath I glimpsed a matching pair of panties. I didn't know what to say or do, it was all I could do to refrain from giggling. One of us had to say something to relieve the tension 'It's very girly' was all I could think of. Steve stared at me and to reassure him I put my hand on his thigh and squeezed. 'What did your note say?' I asked. Without saying a word Steve reached for the note and thrust it at me. Steve You really are a buddy letting Jennifer spend another night with me. She really is fantastic. We all need something to spice up our lives a bit. Hope you are enjoying your bit of spice. Do you do it often? I think you will like your present and look forward to seeing a photo of you wearing it. Rob. The sarcasm in the note was unmistakable. Steve just stared at his present and I gave his thigh another squeeze for reassurance. Without turning to look at me he said bitterly 'What does your note say, that is if it isn't too personal?' I was disappointed with Steve's attitude towards me. It wasn't me who wrote the note or who sent him a very girly present. I reached for the note and was about to hand it to him when I had second thoughts. I opened it and read it to him savouring the words. Steve just grunted and when I had finished he repeated his previous statement but this time with some uncertainty and more in the form of a question. I let the silence hang until he turned to look at me. 'I don't think so. It's a lovely present and I shall enjoy wearing it.' Steve's shoulders slumped and the rebellion was almost over so I reinforced the situation 'Perhaps I will wear it tonight.' Steve's eyes dropped. I continued enthusiastically 'We could both wear our presents tonight.' I started to clear up the used wrapping paper when another thought struck me 'In future you won't have to borrow one of my nighties, you can wear your own.' Steve suddenly looked at me 'I can't do that' he said but without conviction 'All I'll be able to think about is you and him.' 'That's all right, I'll be doing the same.' I replied. I carried on clearing up the wrapping paper when Steve suddenly said 'Is that all your note said?' I pointed to where the I had left the note 'Read it yourself.' His face was completely impassive whilst he read what I had told him. When he had finished he stood up and turned to me 'Are you going to let him see you in it?' I went over to him and hugged him. 'Possibly, it's quite exciting and the sex is quite different but you'll be the first one to see me in it and hopefully expose my delights.' I giggled and held him tight. 'Don't go away again' he pleaded. I didn't move then quietly asked 'You want him to come here again?' Steve wriggled uncomfortably in my arms but eventually said 'Its better than you being away with him in some hotel.' I dropped my arms to cup his bottom and pulled him into me. 'You want to watch again don't you.' I had my answer in the inadvertent extra pressure he exerted with his groin. This was the bit I least understood in the changed Steve, the excitement he got from hearing all the details and the desire to watch Rob and I. In the beginning I had thought it was just him wanting to know what was happening but I soon realised it was more basic than that. He got a kick from it. 'We'll invite Rob here for a night on one condition.' I paused and Steve went completely still in my arms. 'The condition is you must be dressed.' Steve went to try and move away from me but I held him tight. 'You can't expect me to do that' he exploded 'It will be too humiliating and embarrassing.' 'Only to begin with, after the initial shock things will return to near normal. Any way Rob knows all about it and he has asked to see you dressed.' 'He wants a photograph not the real thing' Steve was almost sobbing with emotion and frustration. 'I think your wrong. He is amused by the fact you want to dress as a woman and bemused by the fact that he wants to see it.' Steve took some time to work this out and gradually collapsed into my arms. I held him tightly 'What's it to be?' I prompted 'Me with Rob in a hotel room or here with us both.' Steve didn't answer. 'Lets go and put on our presents from Rob.' I said as I gathered up the boxes, took him by the hand and led him to my bedroom.