Hotwife Chapter 3A The Continuation Of My Hotwife s Weekend
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The Hot Pink Dress
Husband who had bought himself a dress experiences more crossdressing
fun at the hands of his wife and her best friend. This is a
continuation of the story begun in The Green Dress.
They say there is no going back in life. Time, like a river, always
moves forward. So, after being made to return to the store where I had
purchased a dress for myself, and then openly diving into the world of
feminimity at the hands of my wife and my co-worker/her best friend, it
is only natural that things would not return to their prior state.
My wife, Ann, became more open to my cross dressing. To be sure, some
aspects were purely beneficial to her. I now had a standing obligation
to provide her manicures and pedicures every Sunday. She made me
acquire all of my tools, learn nail art techniques and purchase all of
the nail polish myself, however. "Tell them what you want," she said,
"you're good at that."
Ann also started to enjoy "Jennifer time" more often, but only in the
privacy of our house (and bedroom). For these "dates," my task was to
dress as convincingly as possible. We would then spend some typical
girlfriends time, such as watching a movie, trying a new recipe,
decorating, scrapbooking, etc. After our girl time, I would seduce Ann,
with the focus primarily on her pleasure.
Twins
After our advernture at the dress shop, Ann bought my green dress in her
size. One time, she decided I should be her twin. Ann picked out our
matching green dresses. We dressed completely as twins, in matching
shoes, nail polish, makeup and underwear. I even wore a blonde wig
styled like Ann's hair. We both wore a Taylor Swift red lipstick. Ann
called Susie over and had us pose for pictures. Susie then handed us
red Santa Claus hats to wear. "It will make a great Christmas card,"
she exclaimed. (Again, I hoped she was only joking.) After Susie left,
Ann announced that she wanted me.
She leaned against our bed. "Take off my panties, Jennifer. Leave the
rest of my clothes on." She then climbed on the edge of the bed and
spread her legs open. "Freshen your lipstick. I want you." I knew
what she meant. So, I put another coat of lipstick on, got down on my
knees and leaned in to her nether regions. She was already very wet.
With every talent I had, I used my tongue to lick her to pleasure. At
the point of climax, Ann pushed my head against her clit, finishing her
powerful orgasm. I was left with mussed lipstick, a cum-soaked face and
a raging desire for relief. Lucky for me, Ann said, "now it's your
turn, my twin." She removed my panties, positioned me on the edge of
the bed and gave me the greatest oral sex in my life. Wow, I love my
wife.
Susie's Teasing
But Ann didn't want anything to do with any potential public
crossdressing. Susie, on the other hand, was more than happy to oblige.
With Ann's consent, Susie had free reign to crossdress me, to embarrass
me, and to otherwise indulge in her desire to feminize me. Susie, you
see, enjoyed my crossdressing -- too much for my own good. Ann set down
a clear limit to the crosdressing fun: while Susie could do just about
anything, and she could ask me to touch her if she wanted, Susie could
not touch me sexually, nor was I allowed to masturbate while with Susie.
Any sex would cause Ann to tell everyone of my "problem" and my
infidelity.
Given that Susie worked in my office, she of course had the ability to
tease me almost at will. It started shortly after my adventure at the
women's clothing store. On Monday, Susie arrived a work still wearing
the hot pink nail polish I had painted her nails with on my adventure to
the store. She also was wearing "my" pink summer dress. She, of
course, looked beautiful. Susie made it a point to have conversations
about her outfit while I was around. When a co-worker commented that
her nails looked great, Susie responded, "Thanks. I really love them.
I'm not good enough to do them myself. I was at Ann's house on Saturday
and we had them done, by a friend." Susie looked at me after saying
that. I can't tell whether my co-worker thought I did them or not. And
I didn't want to find out, either. When someone else commented on the
dress, Susie said that her friend bought it in the matching green first,
and she thought it was just so adorable. "But," she said, "I can't
decide which was cuter." Turning to me, she said, "Which one did you
prefer, the green or the pink?" Little did my co-worker know that Susie
meant which one do I prefer to wear (not to look at). But Susie liked
those ambiguous comments. They were just enough to make me
uncomfortable -- which she seemed to enjoy.
Ann decided that most of my Jennifer clothes should stay at Susie's,
where she had an extra room. This also allowed Susie free reign to wear
my clothes. It also made it easier for her to push my cross dressing
limits. Once, Susie brought my black pumps with her to work. At lunch,
she ordered me to slip the heels on under my desk. Susie promptly took
my own shoes, and ran with them to her desk. I called her on the phone,
pleading to get my shoes back.
"Give me my shoes," I pleaded.
"Those ARE your shoes. Remember, you bought the pumps." She answered.
"Susie, please. You know what I mean."
She laughed, and I knew she was just playing with me. "OK, but I'm a
little bit busy right now," Susie responded, "You can come over here and
retrieve them any time you want. Otherwise, I'll get there,
eventually." Of course, there was no way I was walking across the
office in high heels to get to Susie's desk. She knew that.
Thankfully, Susie came back in the middle of the afternoon, and I didn't
have to walk out with the heels on. Before she let me switch, she
closed my door and make me take a photo with my feet up on my desk. She
texted that one to Ann.
Another time, I arrived to find a bottle of nail polish on my desk and a
bra, panties and some open toed shoes on my chair. (The shoes were
office-appropriate, of course.) Susie texted me that by the end of the
day, I had to paint my toes and put everything on. Then I had to wear
the shoes home to Ann and show her my handiwork. If I messed up the
pedicure, she was taking me to a salon to get them fixed. I stayed late
that night, putting two coats of polish on my toes, waiting for it to
dry, getting dressed, and sneaking out as quickly as I could. Ann and
Susie were at my house to greet me. Thankfully, I passed the
inspection. Ann suggested I leave the polish on under my socks the rest
of the week. She said it was my choice whether to keep wearing the bra.
haha.
Take Out
A few weeks after my adventure, after I had been practicing "Jennifer
time" with my wife, Susie arrived at work wearing the skirt suit that I
had bought on my return trip to the store. After a routine (and boring)
meeting, Susie steered the conversation with the other women to her
outfit.
"Do you like my suit, girls? I'm borrowing it from my friend, Jennifer.
She looked so cute in it, that I just had to wear it. Luckily, Jennifer
wears the same dress size as me."
Several women agreed with her about the suit, commenting on its style
and how it complemented her figure. Susie, then turned to me, and said,
"What do you think? Don't you just love this skirt?"
"Uh, yes, you look nice in that," I say.
"That's not what I asked. I asked if YOU liked it. Here, feel the
fabric," Susie continued. "Isn't it smooth? It's like a man's suit,
but softer and flirty. It would be more comfortable than one of your
suits, don't you think?"
"I said it's nice," I say. "I don't know what else you want me to say."
But she wouldn't let me go. "Oh, come, on. You're just avoiding the
question. I asked how you thought it would feel. It's a fair question
to ask you. You're not that big. In fact, you're probably about the
same size as my friend, Jennifer. This outfit probably would fit you,
and I bet you'd find it very comfortable. So what do you say, do you
want to try it on?"
With that, the other women laughed. I tried not to think that I had in
fact worn that very suit, and it did fit me. "I would love to see
that," one of them commented, "You would look cute." "Not like some of
the guys around here," another commented, "you're softer. You could
pull it off."
"Ha ha." That was all I could muster.
"Lighten up," Susie interjected. "I'm only kidding with you. Besides,
I can't loan you clothes that are not mine. But if you want to try one
of my own dresses instead ..." And she and the women laughed again.
Later that afternoon, Susie stopped by my desk. She leaned in and
whispered to me, "Come over to my house after work. Ann said it's fine
with her. I want you to help me out of your skirt suit tonight. And I
have something for you to try on." I didn't know what to do. I worried
that if I didn't stop over, Ann might be angry with me. And I did want
to see Susie with her clothes off. (OK, with my clothes off). So I
followed her home.
At her house, Susie immediately took charge. "OK, Jenny," she
commanded, "Go to your room and put on some makeup. Be sure you pick a
sexy lipstick, too. When you are finished, strip off all of your man
clothes and come downstairs."
I did as she asked. I had experience with cosmetics before my
adventure, so it did not take much time to put on eyeliner, eye shadow,
mascara, blush and lipstick. I stripped off my suit and man clothes,
leaving only a pair of yellow panties (I now regularly wear women's
underwear).
I arrive in the kitchen just as Susie is hanging up the phone. "Who was
that?" I ask.
"Not to worry," she said. "Now, help me get out of my clothes -- sorry
get out of YOUR clothes." Susie lifted her hair off her shoulders and
turned her back to me. I moved close and slowly removed her suit
jacket. Her perfume wafted toward my nose, seductively. (Had she re-
applied it? Perhaps.) Next, I reached for the back zipper on the
skirt. As I zipped her skirt down, I slowly slid my hands across her
buttocks, letting her skirt drop to the floor. Then I gently caressed
her shoulders. Susie moaned slightly. So did I. I reached around to
the front of her blouse and began to unbutton her top. I closed my eyes
and took a deep breath of her perfume. As I leaned in to caress her
breasts, she abruptly stepped away slightly and turned to face me.
"Not so fast, big boy. You don't want to violate Annie's rules." I was
left there, standing in my panties with a noticeable bulge in front.
She motioned for me to hang up her outfit. Then, she whispered,
"just watch." Facing me, Susie slowly ran her manicured nails over her
body, removing her bra, stockings and panties. She then began rubbing
herself, tilting her head back and closing her eyes. I could not
believe it. Here I was, watching a beautiful woman pleasuring herself,
but I wasn't allowed to touch. It was hard to control myself. In a few
moments, she climaxed, and almost brought me to climax just standing
there.
"Put on my bra, panties and stockings, while I go change. My panties
are a little wet, but you won't mind, will you?" Susie went upstairs to
change into something more comfortable. When she came back, she was
carrying two things in her hand. Obediently, I was standing there in
her underclothes.
"So, Jenny," she said, "I said I had something for you to try on.
Actually, I have two outfits, and you need to decide which you want,
quickly. In my one hand is a french maid's outfit. It is complete with
the apron, headpiece and these black pumps. Cliche, I know. But you'll
look so cute. In my other hand, is that short, hot pink dress I wore to
Ann's 'slutty dress' ladies-only party at your house last year. You
know, the one you ogled when you 'happened' to return early? You could
barely keep your cock in your pants when you saw me.
"In a few minutes, dinner will arrive for the two of us. I ordered from
one of my usual places. Their delivery boy is a college age guy. Real
hunky. If I didn't like femmy boys like you so much, I'd definitely be
pursuing him. But I digress. So here's your choice: when he arrives,
you're going to answer the door in one of these two outfits. That is a
given.
"But there's one other thing. If you pick the french maid's outfit,
you're going to wear it with no wig, just with your short hair. It will
be obvious that you're just a guy in a french maid's outfit. Or, if you
select the slutty dress, you get to wear this wig and these platform hot
pink heels. Hopefully you'll pass as a woman, though I think my
delivery boy's eyes will pop out of his head. So, which one is it going
to be, crossdresser in a maid's outfit, or slut?"
I didn't want to be outed as a guy, so I selected slut. Susie
practically jumped for joy. She quickly helped me into her dress. It
was a tight fit, but that's the way it is designed. Susie gave me some
C-cup breast forms to wear. "It will help with your balance in those
heels," she said, "Besides, delivery boy is a breast man. His gaze
never reaches above my chest."
When our food arrived, I opened the door, hands shaking (and a little
wobbly on my feet, too). The delivery took what seemed like an hour. I
fumbled in Susie's purse to find the cash. Gave him a big tip, hoping
he would leave quickly. But he didn't. He took his time, showing me
each item in the order, making sure it was correct. All the while, his
eyes barely moved from my breasts, only occassionally looking at my
exposed thighs. But, thankfully, nothing suggested that he could tell I
was a guy.
I don't know why, but I started to flirt with delivery boy. I handed
the food to Susie and thanked the delivery boy. Reaching out with my
hand, I gently rubbed his cheek. "It's too bad you can't join us," I
said, "I'm sure my friend would enjoy a threesome tonight." With that,
I leaned forward, and gave him a sweet kiss, directly on his lips. He
blushed, and I noticed a growing bulge in delivery boy's pants. That's
when Susie stepped back in. She reached down and began to stroke his
pants. "Yes, it would be a night you would never forget, I'm sure.
Until next time, we have a little treat for you. Consider it an extra
tip."
Susie whispered in my ear a command that I knew I dared not refuse.
Then, Susie got down on her knees and dropped delivery boy's pants to
the floor. She took out his hard cock and took one of my hands. I
immediately began stroking his penis with my hand, while I leaned
forward and whispered in delivery boy's ear. "You're very big, my
friend. I would love to have you inside me sometime." "I got dressed
up just for you. Do you think I'm sexy?"
Lucky for me, Susie stepped back into the picture. She took delivery
boy's cock into her mouth, and reached inside her own paties with one of
her hands. Meanwhile, I continued to caress and kiss our captive
softly. He climaxed almost immediately, as did Susie. He left a few
minutes later with a great big smile and I'm sure an amazing story for
his fraternity brothers.
"That was excellent, my fair Jennifer," Susie exclaimed. "You are such
a naughty slut. I couldn't just watch the two of you. We can't tell Ann
about this -- you were dangerously close to violating her rules, you
naughty girl. Next time, I may make you go all the way."
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