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My First Bra - Part 5 free porn video
In Part 4 I told you what happened after we came home from the first
shopping trip where I got to try on a bra and panties in the store. My
wife had me put on a new bra and she caressed my nipples through the
bra. Then she had me close my eyes and she told me to imagine I was her
when she was 19, going on a date with a hunky guy with a huge cock who
fucked her and abruptly sent her home, treating her like a slut. Then
coming back to her dorm room with his cum dripping out of her pussy.
She was met at the door by her sexy roommate in a lavender nighty who
consoled her. They ended up sucking each other's pussies until they
came. As she told me the story about the action with her roommate, we
acted out the story, with me playing her part. Then we went to sleep
with my arms wrapped around her. Before nodding off, I decided to trust
my wife with wherever she wanted to go with this deal; with me wearing a
bra.
The next morning I awoke alone in bed. I was still wearing only my new
bra. My wife had taken off my panties when she went down on me as she
told me her story. My wife had apparently gotten up already. I looked
over at the clock and saw that it was almost 10 am. I looked around for
the black lace panties I had on last night, pulled them on and then went
to get my terrycloth robe. It wasn't on the hook where it normally
hung. Instead there was a short little sheer lavender robe hanging in
its place; a ladies robe. (I found out later this is usually called a
kimono or a wrap.) It appeared to match the lavender nighty my wife had
worn the night before. (which was identical to the one she'd had me
wear a week before.) I thought my wife must have accidently hung her
robe on my hook so I looked around for mine; including in the laundry
basket. It was nowhere to be seen. Then my wife entered the room,
still dressed in the lavender nighty from the previous evening.
"Honey, do you know where my robe is?" I asked.
"Why it's right there on that hook," she replied, gesturing toward the
sheer lavender wrap.
"Oh, I thought that must be yours," I responded.
"No, dear. I got that sheer little wrap for you. It matches the little
nighty you wore last week. Don't you like it?" she asked.
"It's beautiful," I replied. "It's just that it's... it's... it's..."
"It's what dear? It's gorgeous and lavender is such a good color for
you," she responded.
"I know, but it's... it's... it's... so feminine!" I finally blurted
out.
"Well of course it is dear," she replied with a warm smile. "That's why
I picked it out for you."
I frowned. This was very frustrating. "But it's not a guy's robe, it's
a girl's robe," I objected.
"Now dear. You've got to get over this 'it's guy's clothes' or 'it's
girl's clothes' stuff," she replied sternly. "Didn't I tell you that
they are all just clothes? And Adrienne at the clothing store told you
the same thing. I've been buying your clothing for almost all the time
we've been married, and you've never complained before. I'm very
disappointed that you don't seem to trust me. I'm just trying to help
you find clothes that you'll feel good in and will look nice on you.
You've told me many times that people had complimented you on your
choice of clothing. I remember you were a little concerned when I
started buying you pastel shirts, and you came home telling me how much
people loved them. I even remember you telling me that you got
compliments on the lavender shirt I bought you, which is almost the
exact same color as this wrap. And besides that, how many people do you
think will ever see you in your robe?"
She looked very disappointed in me. I always hated to disappoint her.
And she was right; she had been buying my clothing almost from the day
we got married. And I often got compliments about my tie or my shirt
and how nice they looked, which included the lavender shirt and other
pastel clothing she had bought for me. "I'm so sorry, dear," I
responded. "It's not that I don't trust you. I trust you completely.
And you are right; people did compliment me on my lavender shirt and the
other pastel shirts you bought me. I think it's just that all this
excitement from our shopping trip has me a little confused. I want to
trust you completely. And besides, you are right. I doubt anyone will
ever even see me in this wrap except for you." I had no idea how wrong
I would be on the last item.
"I certainly hope you will trust me," she responded. "You really need
to get over this. We can't have you being all 'confused' every time we
go shopping for you. After all, when we bought your clothing last night
you promised to wear them whenever I asked you to. I certainly hope I'm
not going to have an argument on my hands every time I ask you to put on
a bra."
"Oh you won't dear," I replied, hanging my head. "I promise I'll never
argue with you about my clothing again."
"I certainly hope not," she replied, still looking at me sternly. Then
her face changed and she smiled warmly. "You know I'm just doing what I
think is best for us; for us both to be happy. I promise if you just do
what I ask, we'll both be very happy. It may make you a little
apprehensive at times, but you need to trust me."
"I do dear. I do trust you," I replied.
"Ok, then put it on," she ordered.
I took the wrap off the hook and slipped it on and looked at myself in
the mirror. It was short. Very short. It barely covered my bottom.
And it was very sheer. You could easily see my zebra stripe bra through
it.
"Oh, that's lovely!" she exclaimed. "That's such a nice color for you.
I've always loved you in lavender. You look so cute in it!" I wasn't
so sure I agreed. But she seemed so pleased by the way that I looked in
it that outfit that I couldn't argue with her. I just needed to trust
her, like she wanted. "What's wrong dear? You don't seem to like it,"
she continued.
"Oh, I love it," I said. "It's very pretty. It's just that's it's so
..... sheer. You can see my bra right through it."
"Well of course dear," she responded. "Lingerie is supposed to be
revealing. That's why women wear it. To cover their bodies, but yet
reveal some of it to their lovers. I think a feminine body wearing
lingerie is much sexier than a body that is naked. I always thought you
did too."
"Well I do. I really do dear," I replied. "I think women are very sexy
in revealing lingerie. It's just that guys aren't supposed to wear
things like this."
She was obviously frustrated. "Look dear. You are right. Most men
wouldn't want to wear something like that. But you aren't most guys.
You aren't the macho type. You aren't a big athletic hunky guy with the
big muscles. The kind that girls drool over. The ones with the huge
cocks that stretch your pussy. I've always been attracted to that type
of guy, and just seeing that type of guy still makes me feel all hot.
All my boyfriends were that type, and so was my ex-husband. He had that
huge cock that really turned me on, but he was a lousy fuck because it
was all about him. Just wham, bam, thank you ma'am. He just slammed
that big cock into my cunt, filled it with cum and then he was done.
But you were different. You were kind, gentle and thoughtful; always
interested in doing whatever you could to make me happy in every way,
including sexually. That's what attracted me to you. That's why I fell
in love with you. Now you promised me just one minute ago that you'd
trust me in my choice of clothing, and you've already broken that
promise. So if you want to try to be something you aren't; a macho guy,
then go ahead. But I think you'll look way more ridiculous than you
could ever look wearing the clothing I would pick out for you."
She was quite upset, which made me very upset too. "I'm sorry dear," I
apologized. "You're right. I need to trust you. I want to trust you.
I do trust you. I've never been a macho guy and I never could be. I
should just do what you want. I will do what you want me to do. I will
wear what you want me to wear. I promise. I promise. I really
promise. I want to make you happy. I really do want to make you
happy." I was pleading, I was crying.
She put her arms around me. "There, there. Don't cry, sweetie. It's
hard to do, isn't it? To admit what you really want. To let yourself
go; to accept what you are supposed to be. I understand. But I do love
you. I love you, and I'll love you even more as you learn to accept
what you want, because it's what I want to. We'll both have what we
want and need. Just trust me and do what I tell you, okay?"
"Okay," I replied, as my tears slowed.
"So you are a bit uncomfortable wearing just the wrap over your bra and
panties, is that right?" she asked.
"Uh, huh," I replied, with a few tears still falling.
"Well then, here's what I want you to do." she responded. "You can put
on your lavender nighty and then wear the wrap over it. Would that be
better?"
"Yes," I sniffled.
"Well it's in your third drawer," she said. "Go get it and put in on
and then meet me in the kitchen. You can make us some breakfast to make
it up to me."
"Should I keep my bra on?" I asked.
My wife smiled. "You are so silly sometimes. Well... girls don't
usually wear a bra under their nighty, but if you want to, then go
ahead. You do whatever you think is best." With that she gave me a big
hug, kissed me on the cheek and then left me alone in our bedroom.
I walked over to my dresser and went to my dresser. I always tried to
keep things neat, as it was much larger than I really needed for my
clothes. When we bought it my wife said you never knew how many clothes
you may have someday. The top drawer was underwear, the second was
teeshirts, including the shirts I often wore to sleep in. The third
drawer was socks and the bottom drawer contained a few pairs of pajamas
I owned. I assumed she put it in the third drawer because it had the
most empty space. I opened the third drawer. There was the nighty,
right on top. I took it out. It really was very pretty. As I looked
closer I thought it may have been identical to the one my wife was
wearing, except mine was larger, of course. I hadn't noticed how sheer
the lace was in the front. It was the same as the material of the wrap.
I guess I was focused on the possibility of sex with my wife when I put
it on the previous time.
I decided to take off my bra and had that same problem; those darn
hooks. After struggling for a while I gave up and pulled in off over my
head again. I pulled the nighty over my head and slipped it on. The
soft material felt so nice against my smooth skin on my chest. It was a
very erotic feel. So much nicer than men's clothing. Women were so
lucky to be able to wear such soft, silky, lacy material. I went to our
mirror to see how it looked. It fit more closely against my chest that
I had remembered, and my breasts were fairly prominent under the lace.
I liked the nighty. My wife was right, lavender was a good color for
me. I slipped on the wrap. It looked lovely. I twisted and turned a
bit in front of the mirror to see how I looked. My wife certainly had
excellent taste. It was a very sexy outfit. And so long as I didn't
look about the neck, I almost looked like a girl in this outfit.
My wife came back into the room. "Oh, there you are again," she
laughed. "Admiring yourself in the mirror. I'll never get any work out
of you if I keep buying you pretty things, will I?"
I blushed. "I'm sorry. It's just, it's just that ......"
"I know dear," she helped me out. "It's just that you look so pretty in
it, don't you?"
"Well no, I mean ... well yes I guess maybe I do, sort of..." I replied
very shyly.
"Of course you do!" she replied. "That's what I've been trying to get
you to understand. These clothes really flatter your figure. See how
the fit highlights your little boobies. And the lace is sooo sexy.
Almost makes me want to jump your bones right now. But we need to hurry
and have some breakfast and then we need to get to our appointment at
Brianne's salon." She gave me a quick kiss and then headed off to the
kitchen. I followed her.
Brianne was the person that cut our hair. She was one of the owners of
the place we went to get our hair cut. The place was called 'Feminine
Mystique.' Shortly after we married my wife decided that I should start
going to Brianne to cut my hair instead of the place I used to go.
Brianne's shop had very few male customers, not surprising with a place
called Feminine Mystique. She did do a very nice job cutting my hair.
I often got compliments on my haircut from the ladies at work.
Occasionally they would ask where I got my haircut because they wanted
to suggest it to their husband or boyfriend. When I told them I got it
cut at Feminine Mystique I always got a sly smile or a snicker. I doubt
any of the husbands or boyfriends ever heard that as a suggestion,
unless it was as a joke. You know, "one of the guys at work gets his
hair cut at Feminine Mystique. Maybe you should try it too, ha ha!"
As I entered the kitchen I asked my wife what she would like for
breakfast. "Would you like me to make us some pancakes, or french
toast?"
"Oh no, that's way too fattening," she replied. "I think some fruit
would be better. After all we need to watch our girlish figures don't
we?" She had a big smile on her face as she teased me once again.
I returned her smile. "Yes we do dear." I had always enjoyed her sense
of humor, and how she would gently tease me about various things. I
opened the refrigerator and found some fresh fruit. I quickly prepared
them and made us some hot tea. A nice healthy breakfast. When we were
first married my wife did almost all the cooking. She was a regular
'Susie Homemaker', doing all the housework, cooking, cleaning and
laundry. After only a couple of months I decided that I should help out
some, because I wanted to do things that would make her happy. She
always seemed very appreciative. Over time, as she became more
successful in her career I took on more of the housework. After all she
made far more money than I did, and sometimes had to work long hours.
Now the roles were almost completely reversed, with me doing most of the
housework and cooking. I wanted to have a nice dinner ready for her
when she got home, and to make our home a cozy, relaxing place for her
to come home to. I got a lot of personal satisfaction from doing these
things for her.
We sat down at the table together. While I was making breakfast she had
put on a wrap identical to mine. We were wearing matching outfits.
"This looks lovely dear," she said. We started to eat. "So did you
enjoy our special evening last night dear?" she asked with another
smile.
"Oh yes, it was incredible," I replied. The shopping trip was
wonderful. It was so much better than when we bought my first bra."
"Were you embarrassed?" she asked.
"I was at first," I replied. "But Adrienne made me feel much more
comfortable since she really didn't seem to mind that a guy was buying a
bra for himself. That made me feel much better."
"You seemed to get pretty aroused at times," my wife said with a sly
smile.
I blushed. "Well it was kind of exciting to be able to actually try
things on. I never imagined that a guy could actually go into a fitting
room and try on women's clothes. And I have to admit it was very
arousing to have Adrienne adjust my bra and check the fit. It has been
a very long time since I've had anyone touch my body except you. And
Dr. Swanson I guess." Dr. Susan Swanson was the doctor my wife and I
went to. My wife suggested I change to her doctor when we got married.
She thought I might be more comfortable with a female doctor. She was
right of course.
"I'm so glad you enjoyed it and were more comfortable," she said. I'm
sure it will get easier each time. You really don't need to be
embarrassed by what you want to wear. Lots of women are okay with men
wearing panties, or even a bra. I know the friends I have talked to
about buying you a bra didn't seem bothered at all."
"You told some of your friends about buying me a bra!" I was shocked.
"Of course I did dear," she replied very calmly. "Girls always talk
about their husbands and boyfriends. You remember that I talked to you
about my ex-husband when we first became friends. I told you all about
our relationship, including the problems in our sex life. My friends
thought it was kind of cute, the idea of us going shopping for a bra
together. I think a few of them wished their husbands would be willing
to do that."
I was speechless. I didn't know what to think. I didn't know how many
of her friends she had told about her buying me a bra, and what else she
may have told them about our sex life; me eating my cum from her pussy
and the fantasies about me sucking on her pussy while some other guy was
fucking her. I'd be so embarrassed if they knew all of that.
My wife could tell of my concern. "Don't worry honey. My friends are
all very understanding of your situation. They know how much I love
you, and how much you love me and how devoted you are to me. They just
want us to be happy, and don't judge our life together, even if it's a
bit different than theirs. I know many of them are really very jealous
that I've got such a wonderful husband that takes such good care of me.
They all wish their husbands would do all the cooking, cleaning and
housework like you do." She paused. "Honey it's getting late. We need
to get ready to go to Brianne's."
We got up from the table and she gave me a long hug. It was odd to have
the two of us in matching outfits, especially since they were sexy
lingerie. My wife had never liked the look of couples wearing matching
clothing, saying the "matchy-matchy" didn't look right. It felt nice to
have our bodies touch through the lace and silky material. I felt my
nipples become aroused and soon after my cock also came to life. My
wife could feel the cock as it brushed against her. "Oh, you really
like our new little matching outfits, don't you?" she asked with a grin.
"uh huh," I replied.
"Oh good," she almost giggled. "My sister and I often had matching
'jammies' when we were younger. It was so cute when we would have a
slumber party." She reached down and took hold of my cock. "We'll have
to go shopping for some more outfits, won't we? Maybe we could even
have a little slumber party with the other girls; do you suppose? I bet
you'd like that wouldn't you?" She still had a broad grin as she
continued to tease.
"Uh... well... I guess so," I replied.
She let go of my cock. "Sorry but we don't have time to take care of
that right now dear. You hold that thought and maybe we can have some
fun later."
I was disappointed but not disappointed all at the same time. Often in
our marriage my wife had done that; gotten me all excited and then made
we wait. It created a very erotic feeling throughout the day, and I had
come to enjoy it; being tempted and then her withholding her sex from
me. Sometimes she would have me suck her pussy til she came in the
morning and then tell me we didn't have time for her to fuck me or suck
me because she had to get to work. I had to be patient until that night
or a few nights later when I would finally get relief.
"I'll hop in the shower while you clean up the kitchen," said my wife.
I did as she requested. I had learned over time that my wife enjoyed
coming home to a clean and neat house, and especially didn't like to
come home to a messy kitchen. I had gotten very good at keeping the
kitchen cleaned up as I cooked dinner. I really enjoyed keeping a nice
house and making my wife happy.
After I finished in the kitchen, I went back to our bathroom where my
wife was applying her makeup. She was quite attractive with no makeup,
but believed that a woman never should leave the house without 'her face
on.' She could apply her makeup in just a few minutes each morning.
She smiled lovingly as I walked past her, slipped off the wrap and my
nighty and got into the shower. My cock was still a bit aroused. As
the warm water fell on my body I reached down and touched my cock. It
grew some more. I put shampoo on my hands and shampooed my hair, then
followed it with conditioner. I never used conditioner before we were
married, but my wife convinced me it would make my hair more soft and
silky. She was right of course. The shampoo and conditioner were both
ladies' products, and contained tea tree oil. My wife said they were
better for your hair. And of course my hair was much longer than when
we got married. She like it longer, and it was now shoulder length. It
was so long that I had occasionally been mistaken for a woman from
behind.
Next I used the liquid soap to wash my face. My wife had me use this
kind of soap because it was better for the skin that the bar soap I used
when we got married. She was right, my skin was must softer than it
used to be. I had a mustache when we met and were married, but my wife
convinced me after that it really didn't suit me and that my face would
look so much nicer without it. She was right of course.
To wash my body I used the liquid soap my wife picked out for me. It
was lavender scented. I loved the scent of lavender. It was such a
gentle, feminine scent. I never would have picked it for myself, since
lavender isn't really a guy's scent, but my wife always told me how nice
I smelled after a shower, so I was glad to use it. I squirted some soap
onto my hands and began to spread it across my body. As I applied it to
my breasts I was amazed at how wonderful it felt to be rid of my chest
hair. The breasts seemed so soft as my hands glided across them. My
breasts became aroused from the feeling and one hand continued to work
its way down my body, spreading the lovely lavender smell across my
body. As it reached my cock I just had to grasp it firmly and slide it
along its length a couple of times. The soap provided lubrication for
my hand to easily slide back and forth on the cock and begin to jerk
myself off. It was a wonderful feeling.
My wife's voice interrupted my bliss. "Now be sure to leave that cock
of yours alone. I want to save all that yummy cum for later."
I stopped suddenly. How did she know that I was doing that? Our shower
had frosted glass so you couldn't see in. Surely she couldn't hear
anything over the sound of the water. I finished up my shower and
stepped out. "I laid out some clothes for you on our bed," she noted.
"I certainly hope I won't get any argument from you about wearing them."
"You won't dear," I replied with my head hanging a bit. I didn't want
to create another scene. I walked into our bedroom and looked on the
bed. I was relieved to see that there were a pair of black shorts and
one of my short sleeve sports shirts; a lavender one. I guess that must
be the color of the day, I thought. And there was that lavender and
black bra; the first one I had tried on at Adrienne's shop; the one with
the cute little black bow in front. There were also matching panties.
As I stood and looked at them I suddenly heard my wife's voice from
behind me "Is that outfit okay?" she asked.
"uh... well... I guess so..." I responded very hesitantly.
"Oh good," she replied enthusiastically, ignoring the hesitancy in my
voice. "Let me help you with your bra." She picked it up and handed it
to me. I just stood there. "Go ahead, put it on," she directed.
"Well... aren't you go to help me?" I responded. "The other times you
always helped me slip it on and fasten it."
"Well I won't always be around when you need to get dressed," she
replied. "You need to learn to do it yourself. I'll help you if you
get stuck. Go ahead and try it."
I slipped my arms through the straps and pulled the bra against my
chest. Then I reached around to try to fasten the hooks. I struggled
for a while. My wife grinned and said "maybe we should have started you
with front hook bras."
"Very funny," I replied with some sarcasm but with a smile on my face.
I knew how much she loved to tease.
It was difficult, but finally I got one of them to fasten, but I
couldn't get any more. "Okay, I'll fasten the other hooks," my wife
said finally. "That's progress that you got one fastened. You'll be
slipping in and out of your bras as quickly as I do before you know it."
She smiled as she said the last remark. I knew she had to be kidding.
I had watched her put on her bras without even thinking what she was
doing and I knew doing it once or twice a week at most that I would
never learn to do it very well.
I slipped on the panties. They certainly felt much nicer than the plain
white male underwear I usually wore. The material felt so much nicer
and it fit tight against my bottom. It was a very erotic feeling. I
slipped on the shorts and the shirt while my wife got dressed also. I
moved over in front of our mirror. I was a bit surprised at what my
wife picked out. I was afraid she might have picked something much more
revealing, like the white shorts she had me wear when we bought my first
bra. And I didn't think my wife really liked the shorts; they were
fairly baggy and she always said she didn't really think they flattered
me. I was glad because it would help to hide any arousal I might have
from the excitement of wearing the bra and panties to Brianne's. I was
also happy that she picked one of the sports shirts instead of a polo
shirt. The sports shirts fit much looser, so it wasn't as obvious that
I was wearing a bra. I had buttoned all but the very top button. If
you were looking for it, the breasts were slightly apparent, but I know
that most people aren't very observant so I figured I'd be safe.
Besides that, Brianne's shop was in a strip shopping center, so we would
go directly from the car to her shop. Of course they were always very
busy on Saturdays so there were likely to be a lot of employees and
customers there, but it would still probably be okay. I'd been going to
Brianne's salon long enough that all of her employees and many of her
customers knew me.
"So do you approve of what I picked out for you to wear?" she asked when
she finished dressing.
"Yes dear, it's fine," I replied.
She moved over in front of me and asked "Not too sheer or too tight?"
"No it's fine dear," I replied.
"So do you trust me dear?" she asked with a reassuring smile
"Yes... I trust you dear," I replied with a smile of my own.
"Good," she said and then reached up and unbuttoned two of the buttons
on my shirt. "There, that's much better!"
I looked down at my chest. You could see my hairless chest and the top
of the bra, including the little black bow. "But you can see my bra
now!" I exclaimed.
"Well of course, silly," she responded. "I told Brianne you'd be
wearing one of your pretty new bras when we came today and she's really
looking forward to seeing it. You wouldn't want her to be disappointed
now would you dear?"
"Well I guess not," I replied reluctantly.
"And besides dear," she continued. "You wouldn't want to miss out on
your little surprise, would you?"
"But I thought I already had my surprise," I replied.
"Oh, I've got lots of surprises ahead for you dear," she responded.
"But... uh... uh... " I stuttered.
"Haven't you really enjoyed the surprises I've had for you so far?" she
asked.
"Well, yes. I guess I have," I replied.
"Then just trust me dear," she responded. "Now come along or we'll be
late."
We went out to the car. I opened the driver's side door for my wife
then went around and got in on the passenger's side. As my wife drove
away, I tried not to think about what my new 'surprise' might be. I
could hardly believe what was happening to me. Here I was on my way to
a ladies hair salon, dressing in a lavender shirt, lavender bra and
matching panties. What in the world could she have in mind for me next?
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