Chapter 10 A Swinger s Party Innuendo and Lancelot Enters My Camelot
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The car door opened. A black stiletto heel appeared. A smooth leg
covered in nude pantyhose stemming out of it. Another stiletto appeared
with the other smooth silken clad leg. "Click, Click," the heels stepped
to the side and the car door shut. Panning up from the long silken legs
was a tight black dress that barely came to the thigh. The dress curved
around a perfectly rounded buttox, up further passed the 29 inch waist,
beyond what appeared to be the size 38C breasts. This black long sleeve
tight dress seemed to leave little to the imagination until the V in the
neckline. Here a peak of the black lace bra could be seen below the
smooth neckline. What a beauty, until we see the beet-red face of the
man wearing the dress. Normally, one would think his goatee was a very
light brown color but the state of his face made it appear darker. Pink
lipstick made the manly facial hair appear even more out of place. His
short haircut would have seemed perfectly acceptable, but not with the
outfit that had been chosen here. The silver clip-on hoop ear rings were
not helping that affect.
He could hear the young couple that had pulled up next to him at the back
of this busy parking lot in front of the department store snickering even
before he stepped out of the car. Their smart phone that was pointed at
him, this obviously humiliated individual in a dress, made a soft
clicking noise as the photo was snapped. "Dude, pull up the skirt, " she
commanded, from the passenger seat. Of the many who had come so far,
this was the first someone had asked this, but it would not be the last
today. The feminized man complied by raising up the hem of the tight
black dress to show the black lace trim satin panties he was wearing.
The couple began to laugh almost hysterically as they snapped another
photo and drove off. "Click, Click" the sissified man stepped back into
the car.
Somewhere far across the street in the upper level of a parking garage
sat the man's pleased wife watching through a telephoto lens. It was
only yesterday morning that she had discovered his stash of transvestite
magazines. That had given her plenty of time to go through the cache on
his computer and see the crossdressing porn he had been viewing for quite
some time. Lucky for her he never cleared the cache on his laptop.
Unlucky for him or maybe lucky for him. She wasn't sure if he wanted to
dress or if he just admired them, but he was going to pay for not being
honest either way. He wasn't that hairy to begin with so it wasn't much
of a chore to jump in the shower with him. When she asked him if he
wanted to try something a little more kinky, she smothered him down with
hair remover. While he was shocked when he felt the burning sensation..
it was so sensual as she washed the loose hair from his body. She left
him to finish showering saying she would return. This gave her time to
gather up all his clothes and hide them securely. She left everything in
place and left the house..heading to the parking garage where she was
watching her plan in action.
He waited a very long time for her to come back. The water finally went
cold and he realized something wasn't right. It was odd, he thought he
had brought underwear and pants into the bathroom. He dried off and
entered the bedroom. There laying on the bed were his secret stash of
magazines. Laying beside it was a white envelope. Next to that was a
slinky black dress, stiletto heels and the rest of the ensemble that he
would soon find himself wearing. The note in the envelope read, "I Know
EVERYTHING," His heart leaped. "Put on everything you see here on the
bed and drive to this location, when you arrive you will do exactly what
you are told by anyone that asks you. Leave your windows rolled down
when you get there. You will step out of the car to speak to anyone that
asks you. Failure to comply will lead to my leaving you." He loved her
dearly. He complied.
She watched with amusement as car after car stop by to watch her husband
step out in his feminine attire. She thought she could hear his heels
click on the pavement eve where she was standing so far away. She was a
bit concerned when the policeman walked up from the nearby deli and stuck
his head in the car. He left shaking his head and smirking. That was
close. Eventually, the car she was waiting for came. It was A yellow
sports car with a black stripe. It was her friend, Johnny. Well, more
than a friend. They had been sleeping together for some time now. When
she asked Johnny if he wanted to help with humiliating her husband, he
was almost too happy to oblige. The ad she had placed online only said
that her husband had lost a bet with her and anyone who wanted to
participate in his humiliating ordeal could see him at the address were
his car was currently sitting. She asked that everyone please take
photos and email them to her. She planned to post them on her husband's
social networking page later. He wouldn't even know about it until he
went to check it later. He thought he was embarrassed now.
She watched as her husband got out of his vehicle as Johnny's car pulled
up. She watched her husband's startled reaction. Johnny had obviously
told him to get in the car. She watched as her husband clicked his heels
the five or six paces to the car. She couldn't be sure, and it really
wasn't much of a walk to judge by, but it appeared to her that he walked
pretty well in the heels with one foot in front of the other. The car
door swung open. Her husband scooted is butt in, swiveled his nylon
covered legs in and shut the door. She watched as Johnny drove off. The
idea was to take the feminized man to a quite back road. Johnny was to
run his hands up and down the smooth legs to make him feel emasculated.
Johnny would then unzip his pants and scare her husband when he would
tell him to suck. It was only supposed to scare him. That evening, to
her surprise, Johnny would tell her that before he could tell him not to,
her husband actually had done it. Not only that, but Johnny said he
couldn't get him to stop...not that he wanted him to. He went all the way.
Johnny said that as he raised his head up from his lap with wetness
dripping from his mouth her husband's eyes were closed and he appeared to
be smiling, but it quickly faded back to a look of embarrasment as he met
Johnny's eyes.
Johnny would have this discussion with her while her husband would be in
the other room putting on his new French Maid outfit with lace topped
stockings. This time, her husband, Betty would be clean shaven with full
makeup and a new wig. Johnny would keep it to himself how much he
enjoyed Betty's company today and had further ideas for her. Betty now
almost looked like a real girl from head to toe except for the broader
shoulders. Betty's wife would be shocked when she heard this news about
what happened in the car, but it didn't matter. She loved Johnny. In
fact, she was thinking, maybe after Betty had served the dinner and wine
to her and Johnny, and completed washing the dishes. Maybe then she
would have her husband demonstrate what happened in the car before she
and Johnny went to the bedroom alone. It was certainly nice to have a
new maid and a man in the house. As for Betty, she had been wondering
how long it would take for her wife to find that stack of magazines.
Marisol
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