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Clarisse and I had been married for almost 20 years and had reached a stage in our marriage where everything was comfortable but not that exciting anymore. We had sex occasionally but it was pretty average and seemed to be just a formality rather than the passion it evoked when we were younger. Clarisse had worked a few years and then decided to stay at home and be the typical wife. She took care of the house, enjoyed her hobbies, volunteered for charities, and kept herself trim and healthy. Even in her late 40s, Clarisse was still very attractive and her dark complexion showed few wrinkles and highlighted her green eyes. She was tall, nearly 5'8" and although heavier than when we first married, was still slim in appearance. Her dark brunette hair was always well kept, and she liked to be fashionably, although conservatively dressed. She had maintained her curvy body and her 34B breasts looked fantastic when she was nude. I had worked long enough in my career and had been lucky enough with my investments where it would be possible for me to retire early. My career had been fun when I was younger but it had begun to be more demanding than rewarding and I found little that I liked about it now. Since we had saved sufficiently and had no debts I took the plunge. The first year or so of retirement was just about everything that we expected, with some sightseeing travel and puttering about with house projects. I was able to focus on improving myself, losing almost 15 lbs. since retiring, becoming trimmer and in better shape. That got my weight down to 155 lbs., which was less than I weighed when we first married and made my 5'7" frame look very trim. In contrast to Clarisse I was very light skinned, with blue eyes and dark blonde hair, just tinged with gray. My weight loss and having more time together, also led us to having more sex, although not necessarily more intercourse. We often spent a whole afternoon in bed, with me spending a long time snuggled between her legs, licking, tasting, and loving her pussy. One thing about my retirement bothered me. When I was working I had many business trips during which I could indulge my secret fantasy of cross- dressing. Now those opportunities were gone. Rarely was Clarisse away for more than a few hours and I could never really relax if I dressed at home. I had been open with her about my dressing desire, telling her about it even before we married. Despite my efforts to get her to accommodate it however, she never really accepted the fact that I like to dress and so I kept it to myself. We also struggled with assigning household chores. Clarisse had done the majority of them when I worked, but now felt we should split them. I couldn't really argue with that logic, but didn't enjoy doing my share at all. The majority of tasks still felt like woman's work, and as I did them I often thought of my cross-dressing. The chores seem to fuel a desire to appear feminine while I did this typical woman's work. Finally I thought of a solution to both my problems and decided to present it to Clarisse while we ate dinner that night. "Dear, I want to offer you a proposal for our house cleaning needs. I will agree to do them all, one day a week, working the whole day. I'll do your chores as well as mine. That will provide us a clean house and we will only have to do minor cleanups in between. You can spend the entire day out of the house. You can go shopping, visit friends, or go to museums or art shows. All the stuff you love to do when you have free time." "Are you serious? You will really do all the housework? That would be wonderful. You know I hate it, since I feel like I've been doing it forever. But why are you volunteering to do it now? I know for a fact that you dislike it as much as I do, if not more. Are you planning on hiring a service to come in that day?" "No dear, I'm not hiring someone else to do it, as I still agree with you about not being comfortable having someone clean our home. However you are right, I generally find the chores to be dull and a waste of my time. But I have also missed expressing my feminine side by dressing up. We always seem to be together and since you don't like it, I can't wear my female clothes at home. This way, I can dress up for an extended period and you will not have to see it. But I'll also be doing something useful, cleaning our home. You will no longer have the burden of housework, and I'll find it more interesting since it will give me activities to do while I'm dressed. I know you don't like me to do that, but at least you will be getting some value in return. Are you open to trying this?" "I don't know Nathan. I mean it is a wonderful offer to do all our chores, but even if I'm not here, I'll be thinking of you dressed as a woman. It may seem innocent to you, but it does create a mental image for me. However, I am willing to try it once or twice to see how it might work. Of course, I will have to give you a list of all the chores I expect you to complete and if you fail to do so, then that will be the end of this little experiment. I'm not going to just let you dress up and prance about pretending to be a woman and playing at housework. I'll have standards you will have to meet. Are you agreeable to that?" "I think that is fair. I mean I know generally what needs to be done, but you have run our house for 20 years and know what is essential to keep it clean. So work up a list, and give me some notes as to how and what to do for each chore and I'll do my best. I want you to be satisfied with my work. I know you are allowing me the freedom to express my secret desires, so I want you to feel that you are getting a good return for that." With those requirements laid out, I began to plan my household day. We agreed that Wednesday would be a good time and Clarisse made up a chore list. She also arranged to go shopping and to a movie with her best friend Sharon. I had determined what to wear and as soon as she left to pick up Sharon, I began to get dressed. I decided it would be best to keep it simple, and wear something that it would be easier to work in. So I wore a light pink blouse, plain maroon skirt, and a matching pair of maroon pumps with a 2 ? inch heel. Underneath I wore a set of beige bra, panties, and girdle brief and light tan pantyhose. I had much fancier lingerie but I wanted to focus more on the chores than getting dressed this first time. I worked easily through the list of chores, taking only a short break at lunch. Unlike previous times, I almost enjoyed the housework this time. The feel of the hose, the tightness of the bra and girdle, how the skirt felt against my legs and the click of my heels as I moved about, all satisfied the inner need I had to express my femininity. It also seemed to be reinforced by the chores. I know they aren't just woman's work, but it seemed more appropriate to me to be dressed as I was. I was able to complete the list and get changed almost a full hour before Clarisse returned. She had really enjoyed her day out and was mostly pleased with my efforts. "Nathan you seem to have done all the chores and in most cases did them well for the first time. I think if I give you a little more training you will be able to meet my specifications. Did it take you the whole day?" "No I took about an hour break for lunch and was done almost an hour before you returned." "Good, I think you can handle a few more chores, like the laundry, and still do a reasonable job. I hope you don't mind but Sharon and I made plans for next Monday. We are going into the city for some afternoon shopping, then dinner and take in a play. I will be home later but that should give you more time as well." "Sounds okay to me, I'm just glad you are finding this arrangement acceptable." The next Monday everything went as planned. Clarisse gave me a much more detailed list of chores, including a critique of my first day's work. She was very specific on how she wanted everything done plus added the laundry. It took me more than a full day, but since she was staying late in the city, I still completed the list. I had also worn something a little less practical, a black and white dress with a tight skirt, matching black lace lingerie, a garter belt with stockings, and full 4 inch heels. I had to move more deliberately in the heels and tight skirt but again loved the feeling of the feminine clothes and thoroughly enjoyed the day. Clarisse checked my work early the next day and again found some shortcomings but we agreed to schedule another cleaning day the next week. However, the following Monday didn't go as well as I hoped. About half way through the day, Clarisse called and said she was coming back to the house. I protested that I wasn't nearly done with the chores, but she insisted. I hurriedly changed out of feminine outfit, but continued to finish vacuuming the house since I had started that chore. When she arrived, I questioned her on why she came back early. "I know I promised to be gone all day, but I finished shopping earlier than I expected, the art exhibit was not up to par and there was nothing left to do. I appreciate your willingness to be the housekeeper, but I don't want to feel like a refugee for the day. It defeats the purpose of having you do the chores if I must fritter my time so that I can be out of the house. So how about next time, you dress as you desire and I'll stay here? I already have a mental image of you in dresses, so seeing it in person won't be much different. I can also give you more effective training if I can see you do the chores. I mean I've tried to tell you how to mop the floors, but every time I return they look sloppy. It is that or we go back to sharing and you forfeit dressing up." Although I wasn't sure about her being there and how she might really feel about my dressing once she saw me, I had enjoyed the release so much I didn't want to give it up. So we made plans for me to clean house that Friday, since I had not completed all the chores. Friday morning I got up early and took a shower and began to get dressed. I had chosen one of my most conservative outfits as a precaution against offending her. I wore plain white bra, panty and long-leg girdle with tan pantyhose. My skirt was a knee length, gray plaid A-line design and I wore a long sleeve white blouse and gray 3 inch heel sandals. I was really nervous when Clarisse first saw me, but she only smiled and told me the first chores to do. I started with the laundry and changing the bed linens. She then spent 20 minutes or so showing me exactly how to mop the kitchen floors. I saw where I had made my mistakes previously and finished the morning mopping all the bathrooms and wet mopping the hardwood floors, breaking only to handle the laundry. Clarisse had generally just watched me briefly and then gone on about her activities, checking emails, handling bills, and reading a novel. Finally, about noon she came in the laundry room. "Nathan, I think we need to discuss this experiment. How about you make us lunch? A nice light salad with rolls and a white wine will do and you can serve me in the sunroom. Then we can talk about it." I agreed and went to make lunch, but I was full of misgivings. I had feared this. She was obviously displeased with my dressing and despite her optimism going into today, had found it more disturbing to see me dressed than she expected. I tried to think of options as I took our lunch to her. At first we sat and ate silently, with the only conversation being her complimenting me on the salad. Finally when she had finished, I topped off her wine glass and she indicated that we should talk. "Dear, I must admit that seeing you in skirts was more shocking than I expected. I guess I had one vision in mind but you appear much different than I expected. For one thing, you have very shapely legs and they look good in heels. Second you move with more grace and feminine mannerisms than I would have ever thought possible. I expected you to clomp around and almost be a caricature of a woman. But even though you are better than I expected, you don't really look like a woman. You are trim enough, with your flat stomach, but generally lack the curves most women have. I see that you are not wearing makeup and have done nothing with your hair. Do you not have any cosmetics or a wig?" I took a minute to answer, taking a slip of wine for courage. I wasn't sure where she was going, as her comments were more positive than I had expected but I heard her tone of disapproval. "I do have a wig, but all my cosmetics are old. I generally haven't worn them or my wig, as I rarely dressed for extended periods before. Also, the wig can be a little tight and hot. Finally, I had always wanted to be able to slip out of my female appearance as quickly as possible in case someone came by." She nodded as I spoke. Looking me over again she smiled as she spoke. "I guess I can understand that. Is that why you haven't shaved your legs as well? I mean they would look so much better if you removed that nasty hair. Even expensive hose look dreadful with hairy legs. I suspect that your overall appearance would be much nicer if you shave off your body hair. Now that I have seen your attempt at appearing female I think you need to make a decision. If you are to continue to dress and be the housekeeper, I'll expect you to commit to a proper appearance. That means shaving, wearing makeup while dressed, wearing a wig, at least until your hair is long enough to put in a woman's style, and using cr?mes, moisturizers, and lotions to soften your skin. There are padded garments and body shapers available that would give you a woman's appearance. I think if you work at it, you could be passable as a woman. Then I can accept your cross-dressing as it will be more of a true representation of a woman than a crude imitation. I assume you have a collection of clothes? I want to see them, so I can judge what else you might need beyond cosmetics. Get them out for me and put them on the bed. Then you can take a nice bath and remove that body hair. Otherwise, I suggest you go upstairs and put on some of your old slacks and a shirt to finish your chores." With that she took a slip of wine and looked at me smugly over the rim of the glass. I had hardly expected that appraisal. I mean I was ready to argue why I should be allowed to continue dressing, but not prepared to argue against becoming more feminine. I had thought often of shaving myself. Every time I would work stockings up my legs, I would imagine how they might look smooth and silky. I also enjoyed wearing some cosmetics like lipstick. So the idea certainly appealed to me. But it was also frightening. It meant stepping over the line and not being able to look completely masculine anymore. I decided since she had suggested it, that I would go for it. "If that is what you think would be a good idea, I'll be upstairs in a minute. I just need to clean away these dishes. I'll get my clothes and start the bath water." I tried to sound like it was not a big deal, but my heart was pounding. I was more nervous now than earlier today when I first stood before her in my skirt and heels. I quickly cleaned up the lunch and went to the spare room where I kept my clothes. I opened the case and put the items on our bed. It was mostly lingerie; I had only six skirts and dresses. I did have a fair number of heels, a total of 10 pairs; shoes were always a weakness for me. I had just finished organizing them by item and started running the hot water for my bath when Clarisse came upstairs. "Nathan, if you still have that clipper that you used when you had a beard to trim, I'd suggest you get it. That will allow you to remove much of your body hair and make shaving easier. Find that and remove your clothes for me." I did as she asked and used the clippers to remove most of the long hair on my legs, chest and underarms. Clarisse came in, quickly looked me over and took the clippers. She reached up and trimmed off my sideburns and hit a few spots where I had missed some hair. I thought she was done, but then she ran the clippers through my pubic hair. She trimmed the hair on my balls and cock and cut through the patch above my cock leaving only a narrow strip. "Just be sure to shave everywhere you trimmed, you want to look as smooth as possible. When you're done, I expect to see only your cute little landing strip for body hair. After you get out of the bath, apply lotion everywhere you shaved. You need to get used to applying lotion when you shower or bath. I know you don't have any cosmetics and my skin tone is a little too dark for you, but I'll use what I can today. Then, I'll sort through your clothes and leave something for you to wear." I followed her instructions and was soon shaved smooth. Applying the lotion I was struck by how much my body looked different now. The lack of hair made my skin look much softer and the modest body fat I had made my chest look more like breasts than I had noticed previously. Similarly the shaped pubic hair gave me a more feminine appearance there as well. Slipping on a robe, I went out to see Clarisse. She had gone through my things, and picked out an outfit. It was a red skirt with a matching red and white sleeveless lace top. I was a little surprised as the skirt was the shortest one I had, reaching to just mid-thigh. She was holding a white waist nipper and asked why I didn't wear it. "Well it is a bit too small and I found it uncomfortable to wear." "Well I would like you to try it for me. It will give you a more defined waist and help you look more feminine." She added it to the pile of lingerie which also included white pantyhose and the bra and girdle I had on earlier. She had me sit down at her vanity and applied some blush, eye shadow, mascara and lipstick. She told me that I really needed foundation as well, but that she would have to buy a lighter shade for me. She then fitted the wig on me and told me to get dressed and be sure to pad my bra. I followed her instructions including the waist nipper which made it hard for me to breathe. I met her downstairs. "Nathan that is much better. You look more like a cleaning lady already. I really think we should keep your skirt length as short as possible, as your legs look darling without that hair. Also having your waist pulled in makes a big difference. I'm going to look at other padding options as well. You can work on more of your chores while I go shopping for your needs. I will be back by 6, so plan on making supper at 7." I worked the rest of the day, trying to complete my chore list, only taking a break late in the afternoon to put together a chicken and rice casserole. Even though I worked constantly, I still had not finished all of my assignments when Clarisse returned. She had me retrieve the packages from her car, admonishing me not to look in them, and put them in our bedroom. I started the casserole and then brought her a drink. "Dinner will take about 45 minutes. I'll just slip upstairs to get out of these clothes and then join you for a drink." "Not yet Nathan, I think it would be best if you remain in your working outfit for now. I rather enjoyed having you serve lunch to me today and would like you to make it part of your service. Let me see your chore list. Although you've made good progress on your chores, there is still much to do. I think it might be a good idea for you to plan on working the next few days on learning how to take care of the house and how to present the proper image. I was able to get you most of what you'll need to appear as I want you and it will help to practice applying your cosmetics if you do it more than once a week." "But can't I at least slip out of this waist cincher. It's cutting me in two, making it hard to breathe. I can't imagine eating with it on." "You silly girl, that's one of the benefits of waist shapers. If you can't eat as much, then it will help you get thinner until it feels more comfortable. Also, I bought another one. They will be a staple of your uniform for a while, so you will just have to get used to it. It will also remind you of what women were expected to do to meet men's expectations of their appearance. We have to endure all types of adjustments, modifications, and alterations just so they will find us pretty and sexy. I mean isn't that what you wanted? Or is there some other reason you wanted to dress up?" "I do like foundations, but this seems so tight. The primary reason I liked to dress is that I have a longing to wear heels, hose and skirts. There is something about them that seem so right to me. I can't really explain it but get such satisfaction when I wear them." "Well Nathan, then you should enjoy the next few days, I expect you to be fully dressed the whole time. By the way, calling you by your given name when you are dressed as a woman seems wrong. Do you have another name you use when dressed?" "I've always thought of myself as Tiffany, so I guess that would be it." "Oh my, that is hilarious. You think of yourself as a Tiffany, you must be kidding. That is a name more suited for a girl or young woman. I think you are a bit too old for that. We need a name that is more from our generation. What is it that the British call their pansies?" "I think they refer to them as Nancy boys." "Yes, that is it. I think Nancy would be about right. Put out one place setting on the dining room table. I want you to serve me tonight. You'll need some pointers on how to properly serve. After I'm done you can eat in the kitchen. How about a refill, Nancy and let me relax until dinner is served." I was totally surprised by this turn of events, but dutifully followed her orders. Dinner went well; she liked the casserole and instructed me on how to present the food, clear dishes and refill drinks. It felt a bit odd, eating by myself in the kitchen, but I soon had everything straightened out and went upstairs to see what she had bought for me. I stripped down to my panties so I could try on the new items. We went through the purchases, one by one. She had bought another waist cincher, this one in nude and had bought other matching shape wear and bras in white and nude. To make me curvier, she had found a padded girdle that gave me a rounder rump and wider hips. The lace bras were all a c-cup. My other bras were only b-cups, as I had been partial to smaller breasted woman, but she felt a larger size was better suited to my frame. For my uniform, she had an assortment of short skirts, one each in black, navy blue, pink and pale yellow. Each skirt was paired with a short-sleeve or sleeveless top that had trim in a matching color. After trying them on to ensure they fit, I put them in my closet or dresser. Along with the clothes, Clarisse had bought a complete line of cosmetics, appropriate for my skin color. She took some time to show me how to apply each one, but said tomorrow I would need to do it all myself so as to learn the techniques. She topped it off with a couple of short diaphanous baby dolls. I changed into one and after applying my nightly face cr?me and some skin lotions I went to bed. That was when I got the next surprise. Clarisse was very aggressive in bed, feeling my body and kissing me. She had never taken the lead in bed, waiting for me to initiate sex. Tonight was different, but as we got more excited, she shifted her body and using her hands forced my head between her legs. This was another shocker; she had never openly pushed me to go down on her before, as it was always my choice. But now, she kept me there for an extended period, both responding to my oral attention as well as giving me precise directions on how I was to kiss and lick her there. After her third orgasm, she moved so she was astride my face and while I continued to bury my face in her pussy, she stroked and rubbed my cock leading me to a thunderous orgasm. After we both cleaned up, we fell asleep quickly, my mind still reeling from this aggressive sexual experience from her. The next few days were a whirlwind of activity. I started each day by rising at 7, getting cleaned up, dressed and made up. I then went down to work on minor chores until Clarisse arose at 9. I would get her breakfast and start my daily chores. She seemed to be more demanding each day, either adding more chores or making me work harder on each one to satisfy her. Surprisingly she kept extending my time in skirts and insisted I do this routine for the next month, I learned all the household skills and began to develop some flair for cooking, learning a new recipe Clarisse would suggest each day. My only time in male clothes was to run errands. I did buy matching heels for each of my new skirts, at her insistence, and was becoming quite proficient at my cosmetic applications. I even got my ears pierced at a shop in the mall. She had also ordered a new wig and a pair of breast forms which came in the mail. She delighted in my new bust and complemented me often on how curvy I now looked. She especially liked me to attach them with the adhesive and wear them under my baby dolls to bed, where I repeated my oral service to her. My new skills extended to cosmetics learning how to apply them and begin to look passable as a woman. As a bonus, I lost nearly 5 more pounds since I rarely ate full meals with my waist cinched tightly. Although this was somewhat of a dream come true, wearing heels and skirts so often, I began to get a bit tired of it. I mean heels are sexy, but doing chores all day, every day took a lot of the appeal away. By the end of the day my calves and feet ached. Also the added effort to shave, moisturize my skin, and apply and then remove cosmetics took much of my free time. It seemed I rarely did anything I wanted on my own. But I knew that in another week, a break was coming. For almost a year, I had planned a trip with a couple of my college buddies to volunteer at a national park helping them catalog old documents and artifacts. It was originally planned as a way to see old friends and do some nice volunteer activity. Now it would also be a break from my constant female experience. When it came time to go, Clarisse agreed to let me take only male clothes and I was determined not to shave anywhere for the whole two weeks. At first it was a bit awkward around the guys, but luckily no one said anything about my smooth legs or underarms. After being in a feminine mind set for so long, I had to focus on moving like a man and not using the soft, slightly higher octaves when I spoke. I kept my hair in a ponytail and quit worrying about my personal attire. I hadn't realized how nice it was to let everything go and not have to worry about keeping my hair, skin, and nails so neat and pretty. It was also relaxing not being tightly bound by girdles or waist cinchers or having to walk in heels all the time. But to be honest after a week or so, I did miss getting to be feminine occasionally. It was obvious that is really a critical part of me and I couldn't imagine not doing it sometimes. On the flight back, as I sat in the plane scratching my scraggly beard I planned what I was going to say to Clarisse. I now knew how to keep the house clean and could do it with no more than 2 days a week. I would tell her that I would keep myself presentable, but would not dress as a woman all the time. Also, I could wear opaque tights, and high collar, long sleeve blouses to avoid shaving. I had it all worked out. When she picked me up at the airport she gave me a big hug and smiled at me. We got in the car and started the drive home. "Nathan I missed you so much. I didn't realize how much I'd come to depend on you around the house. I have to admit the house is a mess. The laundry is overflowing and everything needs to be dusted, mopped or cleaned. I see you took your male fling seriously, although I hope you realize how silly that patchwork beard looks. With your long hair it makes you look like a vagrant. I understand your desire for male bonding with your friends, but it's time now to resume your household responsibilities." When we arrived home, she told me to leave the luggage in the trunk of the car and we could get it later, as she had a surprise for me first. She took me by the hand, told me to close my eyes and led me down the hall, past the kitchen. I could sense we were headed to her old sewing room next to the laundry, but had no idea why. Finally she pulled me into the room and said I could open my eyes. I was shocked at what I saw. The wall separating the sewing and laundry rooms had been partially removed, forming a larger room with only a doorway and a waist high bar separating them. The sewing room had been changed into a small bedroom, with white furniture. It now held a single canopy-bed, a vanity with mirror, and a lingerie chest. A small television was mounted on the bar. A white chair rail ran around both rooms; the walls were papered with wallpaper of large pastel-colored spring flowers below it and light yellow paint above. I looked around hoping this was not what it looked like. Finally I turned to look at Clarisse. "Isn't it cute? I had a contractor come in and do everything while I shopped for the furniture and accessories. The room was a mess for a while but it turned out just like I designed it. I knew you needed someplace like this. Once I began to see how beneficial you were to the household, how I really enjoyed having you take control of the day-to- day maintenance, and how you were beginning to fully adapt to a female role, I felt guilty about having you confined in my bedroom. I knew you were happy finally getting to release your inner feminine self, but my restrictions were unfair. I mean I wanted you to be up early, so as to be ready to serve me when I awoke. But that meant you had to sneak around to take your shower, do your hair and makeup, and get dressed, all without making any noise to wake me. Now you can get ready, as you please with no chance that you'll bother me. Also, by combining it with the laundry, you can iron later at night and still watch TV or relax in your own space. I also had the bath across the hall styled the same way, using the same paint and wallpaper scheme and updating the fixtures to a more feminine style. It's like you have your first woman's apartment and for me, private quarters for my maid. I also have another surprise for you upstairs in my bedroom. But first, I want you to strip out of those inappropriate clothes, take a shower and get cleaned up. That means shaving fully too. Your male adventure is over, and it is time to return to your true, feminine identity." Clarisse was beaming. I couldn't believe what she had done, but found it impossible to protest without hurting her feelings. I could tell she had invested a lot of time and energy in this makeover and to flatly reject it would be hurtful. Also, my inner girl was crying to be let out, maybe more so than I wanted to admit to myself. So I figured I would go along for now and once I dropped back to a 2-day schedule, I would use this area during that time. I took off my clothes, which she asked me to give her, and went to take my shower. The bath was as she described it and was fully stocked with all my personal, female-based, items. I was a little sad to shave off my body hair and beard, but again consoled myself that it could grow out at any time. Once I was all smooth and clean, I dried my hair and put it in a ponytail as I had when I was with my male friends, but this time it was higher up in a feminine look. I put on some light makeup, slipped on the robe and high-heeled slippers Clarisse had left for me and went up to our bedroom. Walking again in the heeled slippers reminded me both of why I loved them, but what a physical sacrifice they were. She was sitting in the large stuffed chair by the window. A dress bag and a couple of wrapped boxes were placed on our bed. "Oh Nancy, that looks much better. I bet you feel better too, as this now seems like your real persona rather than being Nathan. Nothing feels as nice as smooth skin after you shave. I see you haven't forgotten anything about your makeup either. What I really like is how long your hair looks; we need to get you to my stylist so you can have your own hair-do and stop using wigs every day. But first I have a special treat for you, a couple of welcome home gifts. Go ahead you can open them." I opened the larger box first. Inside was a steely-gray lace corset with a built-in bra and attached garters. There was a tiny lace G- string and some lace-top stockings as well, both in a matching gray shade. The second box contained a pair of gray pumps, coordinated to the lingerie. Finally Clarisse told me to open the dress bag. I took out a gray cotton dress trimmed in white eyelet lace; there was also a white half-apron and hair band pinned to the hanger. The dress had a full skirt, flared out from the hip, but short. The sleeves were just elbow length and it had a V-neck with narrow collars. The hem, cuffs and collar were all trimmed in a white eyelet lace, with a gray satin ribbon woven through the lace. The trim was repeated on the apron and hair band so they all matched. It was obviously a maid's uniform. I would have absolutely loved it before with no second thoughts. But now it reflected a bigger change in my life. It would not be just a darling feminine outfit, to be worn for sexy effect. It was a true uniform; one that Clarisse certainly expected me to wear when I served her. But again, I couldn't bring myself to object, her feelings were still very important to me and the outfit was appealing. I could see her smile and knew she expected me to love it. So I gushed over how pretty it was and did as she suggested and started putting it on. She tightened up the laces on the corset, showing me how to do it, so I could achieve the same look by myself. Even though I was now as skinny as I had ever been, the corset was very tight; it had reduced my waist to about 26 inches, down from my normal 30. I knew if I wore it often I would invariably loose more weight as I couldn't imagine eating anything while constrained like this; I could hardly breathe with it on. The bra cups had gel pads so I had a bit of cleavage with my smooth chest, a look that thrilled me inside. The stockings slid up my newly denuded legs and I must admit I loved how they looked and felt. Again, my inner self loved putting on hosiery, especially sexy stockings. The G-string was another matter. I had never liked this style of panty as my cock, although not big, never stayed restrained by the small triangle of cloth in front and you couldn't really tuck yourself. It covered me when I put it on, but I knew as I moved around my penis would be dangling outside of it. With the lingerie on, I slipped into the dress. It fit perfectly, as did the shoes. With the apron and hair band, I looked completely like an upscale maid. Clarisse was ecstatic. I looked in the mirror and did a slight twirl. I loved the look, especially knowing how sexy the lingerie was below it, even if my new corset was a bit tight. She saw my reaction in the mirror and was pleased. "Nancy that looks so pretty; it is even better than I imagined. Not only do you look darling, even a bit sexy, but you still look like a totally professional domestic. Don't you just love it? I felt like you needed something special, something as a reward for becoming my maid, something that would give you pleasure when you saw yourself. It took me a while to find the right combination but it think this is just about perfect. What do you think?" "It is beautiful. I've never seen a prettier, sexier maid uniform. It is so nice, but you didn't have to do this for me. I would have been satisfied with my old outfits, but thank you for being so thoughtful. My only concern is the panty. I never really liked G-string styles. I mean they look sexy at first, but when I move they don't hold me in place down there. I told you that when we were looking at lingerie before." "I knew you would say that, but I have a solution that I'll show you in a minute. I just wanted you to have that sexy, bare butt look under your skirts and knew that a G-string would look so cute. I loved the idea of my prim maid, being just a bit of a hussy under her well- tailored uniform. I had faith that you'd love the uniform and lingerie as much as me, so I ordered five more complete sets. All you have to do is go select the colors. Although from the looks of it, I'd suggest you could also have them hem your skirt an inch shorter. The more you can show off those pretty legs the better. Now let's take care of your issue with the panty. Come stand in front of me and I'll take care of your concerns." I did as she asked. Clarisse told me to lift up my skirt. Then she reached up and pulled down the panty. She opened a box that she had on her lap and took out a small metal device. Grabbing my flaccid penis, she worked the device over it, so that a metal band fit tightly behind my balls and around the base of my penis. The shaft was pushed into a triangular sheath that curved downward. Once my penis was secure in the sheath, she ratcheted the band until everything was held snuggly and then used a small lock to secure the band and sheath. Of course, I could only see part of this, as her hands and my cock were partially hidden by my upheld skirt. I sensed what she was doing, but was floored by her aggressive move. Finally, she tugged on it lightly and it was apparent that it was not coming loose, so she pulled up the panty which now nicely covered the triangle sheath. "How about that for solving your concerns with tiny panties? You shouldn't have any problems now with your little manhood flapping about. I thought about your comments and came across this on the internet while looking for something else. I knew when I saw it that it would solve your issue with G-string and thong panties. How does it feel?" I couldn't believe what had just happened. I thought I could just get her to buy a hipster or bikini panty that would be snug for me. Her choice of a chastity device was totally unexpected. We had never discussed this and I didn't fancy having my cock locked up. "It feels a little strange, but it is lighter than it looks." "Good, is it too snug or tight anywhere?" "I don't think so; nothing feels like it is pinching." "Great, I liked the idea as soon as I saw it. As long as you wear this panty-guard you should be able to sport any style of tiny panty you desire. It also will keep you from poking out if you get erect and ruining the appearance of your uniform or dresses. Now that we have that settled, I have a couple of needs for you to satisfy. I want you to make me some lunch. A sandwich will be fine for me and I think there is enough lettuce for a small salad for you. Then you can begin your house chores. I put together a daily schedule for you and it is on the refrigerator. Of course you'll have to play catch up at first to make up for the time you were off, but if you work a little later each day you should be okay. I'll help you by not requiring dinner tonight. I have a previous engagement planned and will be out late. Do you have any questions for me?" 'I understand everything but you didn't give me a key for my panty- guard. I'd like to keep one in my room." "Oh Nancy, you can be so funny sometimes. I don't think you need a key yet. I want you to wear it for a while to get fully used to it. You should be able to go to the bathroom or bathe with it on, and there isn't any other reason to remove it, is there. I mean unless you want to masturbate. Do you want to play with your little buddy rather than me? I've gotten where I love having your face between my legs, like my secret lesbian lover." I blushed furiously as she spoke. We both knew that I occasionally masturbated, especially when I would dress up, but neither of us had spoken about it. It was embarrassing to admit to her that I wanted a key for that, but my wanting a key was more about control than sex. We both understood that with me locked up and without a key, she would have ultimate control of our relationship. Despite her referring to it as a panty-guard, it was a chastity device. I didn't really want to agree to let her keep the keys, but the way she presented it I had no choice. I shook my head no to indicate that the discussion was over. "Well that's more like it Nancy. That reminds me I spoke with a couple of ladies that employ professional maid services about how they address their domestics and how the help addresses them. Based on their experiences I think I will continue to just call you by your first name, but I want you to address me as Miss Clarisse when you are in uniform. I think a bit of formality is justified, but didn't like being call Madam or Ma'am. Both seem suited for older women and I like to think we are still younger. So please try to use that bit of formality from now on, okay." "Yes Miss Clarisse." "Much better, Nancy, now before lunch I missed having you between my legs. So kneel down here and show me what a good girl you can be." She smiled and waved me down. I had to admit I had missed this too. I eagerly knelt down, while she slipped off her panties. I soon had my face in her pussy, tasting her sweetness again. Even though I was now locked away, my cock hardened as much as it could while I pleased her. The straining against the metal felt exciting in a different way and I began to realize that this might actually increase my pleasure, even it was delayed for a while. After multiple orgasms, Clarisse was happy and sent me away to start my chores. Dismissed, I went down to repair my slightly smeared makeup, prepare lunch and look at her schedule. Clarisse had escalated my role as servant much more than I ever expected. Her requirement about how I address her and the uniform were statements about how she saw our relative positions in the household. She had me busy from 7 AM through dinner and clean up to 8 PM. Some of the chores seemed excessive, like buffing the silver ware every Thursday and polishing all of her shoes once a week. To some extent it looked like Clarisse was just trying to keep me busy all the time. She had a note that she wanted me to change her bed linens daily, and replace them with freshly ironed ones. I could tell that would take a while and again it seemed excessive. As I prepared the food, I saw my reflection in the mirror in the hall just outside the kitchen. Although, I knew Clarisse had escalated my commitment to being feminine, seeing how I looked did give me a thrill. She had done a wonderful job on my outfit, somehow pushing all the buttons for what appealed to me in women's wear. I served her lunch and she complimented me on remembering proper etiquette as I served her. I spent the rest of the afternoon cleaning the kitchen and doing dishes, she had left quite a mess while I was gone. About 6:30 she came down, dressed sexily in a short black silk dress with high heels. I saw again why I found her as attractive as she looked very sexy. Seeing her like that made my cock throb in its new chastity device, my reaction confirmed my fears about being under her control; I worried about letting her dictate everything, but it also excited me. I had to admit I missed going down on her, held tightly between her legs on my trip and wanted to be there right now. "Nancy, I want you to enjoy being home again. So don't work too late; you will have time this week to get everything back on track. Tomorrow just dress in your usual skirt and top, with appropriate lingerie, but only put on some lipstick. I'll want you to change and run some errands later in the day." I worked until 8 and decided to get undressed before I ate as I still felt constrained by my new corset. After taking off my clothes, I looked for some of my old male t-shirts and pants to change in to but there were no male clothes in my new room. Slipping on one of my baby dolls, a peignoir, and some high heel slippers, I went upstairs to the master bedroom to look for my old clothes, again without success. I ate a light supper and being tired I went to bed, although still bothered by not finding any of my male clothing, including the ones I had just brought back from my trip nor were there any shoes that didn't have high heels. But despite my worries, as I lay in bed, I lightly fingered as much of my cock as I could through the chastity tube, wishing I could be eating Clarisse. Finally I fell asleep. I woke up early, not even needing my alarm as I had gotten started early each day on my trip. I dressed as Clarisse had indicated and started more chores. She came down as usual at 9 and I served her breakfast. As she ate she explained what errands were to be done that day. "Nancy I had planned on you just picking up some groceries and selecting your uniform colors today, but I was able to get you an appointment with Sherry, my stylist. She will see you at 11. That will give you an hour or so to go to the stores to finalize your outfits before you see her. I bought the dresses at Uniform Plus on Collier Avenue. They had a standard uniform that could be customized, so I added the lace trim and shortened it. They have a wide array of pastel colors you can pick for your everyday uniform. I have also ordered a more formal style dress in black, so you can have a traditional maid dress too. After you select your colors, the saleslady will give you a swatch of each color that you can take to Bridal Lace Expressions on State Street. They have corsets, panties, and shoes that can be dyed to match your uniform colors. They also have a selection of lace top stockings that can complete the outfit, although I suggest you stick with basic colors, as they don't have pastels. Sherry's shop is on West End Road, about 2 miles from the bridal boutique. I told her how I want your hair done and her staff will also do your nails and makeup. You can then swing by the grocery before coming home." Her description of my errands seemed daunting, as I could see being pretty embarrassed, but my main concern was what I would wear. I didn't want to go anywhere in my female clothes, but did not know where she had put my regular clothes. "Miss Clarisse, I couldn't find my regular clothes last night. Where did you put my pants and shirts? I'll need to change to run my errands." "You mean Nathan's clothes? I didn't feel you needed them anymore so I gave most of them to charity; I'll drop off the rest you had from your trip while I'm out. I do have a woman's pantsuit and some flats you can wear for your errands. I'll put them out on my bed after I get dressed. I thought it would be a good compromise, as you certainly wouldn't want to leave Sherry's shop all made up and wearing a man's clothes. This way you'll look appropriate before and after. Just wear your panties, padded girdle and a matching bra without forms; I still want you to be properly dressed, even when running errands." I nodded my head as if I understood her logic, but was quite disturbed to hear that she had taken my male clothes. I didn't want to spend all my time as a woman. I liked doing it, but I still wanted to go out and see my friends, play golf, or visit our Club. I decided that I would talk with Clarisse after I ran my errands today. We would need to set more realistic guidelines for my household duties. Once I had finished cleaning up from breakfast I went upstairs to change. The suit was on the bed. Thankfully it was a sedate brown color with a beige pinstripe. The pants had a high waistline and zipped up the back, while the jacket was short extending only to the waist, with a single button. She had included a beige sleeveless mock turtleneck top and the shoes were a tasseled loafer, thankfully without heels. Once I had everything on, I looked at myself in the mirror. I presented a rather androgynous look, with a masculine face and slightly feminine clothes. I decided it was better than any alternative I could come up with. Clarisse had also gotten me a small handbag that matched the outfit. When I had suggested it might not be necessary, she pointed out that the pants lacked rear pockets and I would need to carry the swatches from one store to another. Again I was not pleased but not sure what else to do, I put my wallet in the purse and left to do my errands. She followed me out the door to head to another charity planning meeting, telling me she would be back by my return. I was able to find the uniform shop rather easily, once I mentioned Clarisse, the clerk recognized the sale and asked me about the fit and how I liked the uniform. Blushingly I replied to her questions, adding only that the rest of the skirts needed to be hemmed an inch shorter. She smiled and wrote down the change mentioning that she and Clarisse had discussed that possibility when she made her first purchase. However, to get the same flare to the skirt, I would need a bit of a petticoat with the shorter length, but luckily it would only increase the cost slightly. The underskirts wouldn't be overly noticeable, mostly providing just more volume. They would be attached to the skirt, in a neutral white, but they could be personalized with lace at the hem and a satin ribbon that would matched the other items in the outfit; thus if the underskirt did show when I bent over or turned too fast, it would be attractive. Seeing no other options and becoming increasingly more embarrassed as we talked about my feminized uniform, I agreed to add the petticoats. The uniform color choices included several pastels as well as darker shades such as navy, forest green and brown. The clerk showed me the pastels, indicating that Clarisse had specified that the remaining uniforms were to be light in color. Given no choice to pick more conservative colors, I selected a pale lemon yellow, baby blue, mint green, peach, and light pink. The clerk told me the uniforms would take about 2 weeks to be made to our specifications and gave me color swatches to use for the matching items. Although I was a bit embarrassed, the lady was nice and did not act as if it was unusual for a wife to buy maid uniforms for her husband. I left and went straight to the bridal shop. Unlike the first store, this shop was quite busy and it took a few minutes until a young lady was free to wait on me. I mentioned the order Clarisse had made and when she looked it up, she could hardly contain a giggle. She asked if I had color swatches and then proceeded to record the rest of the order. She seemed to relish asking me if we wanted the same style corset and panty, smiling smugly as I answered. When she asked if I wanted more lace top stockings, I stammered out that I need them in white, black, dark brown and tan, getting several of each. With each question from her, I was getting more and more embarrassed. Her final question was about shoes; they had a choice of styles and she was sure I love them all. I decided on strappy sandals in yellow and green, pumps in blue and pointed-toe sling backs in peach and pink. The entire time the clerk snickered and made little comments about how nice each item would look, what a feminine color that was or how sexy something was. I was about as embarrassed as I had ever been. Similar to the uniform order, she said it would be about 2 weeks for them to arrive. Finally, with all my items ordered, I left with her good-bye ma'am ringing in my ears. I was running a bit late so I hurried to the stylist, almost forgetting that I was going to a public place to become more feminine looking. Entering the salon, I was greeted by the receptionist and soon was talking with Sherry. She looked at my hair, running her fingers through it as she talked about my new style. She said that Clarisse's preference would be a good style for me, but she wanted to adjust my hair color to cover the gray and add some highlights. Not knowing what else to do, I just agreed with her suggestions. She went right to work wrapping me in a leopard print cape and applying the color cr?me to my entire head. She then sectioned smaller portions of hair to apply a stronger dye to add highlights. Each section was wrapped in foil until she felt enough areas had been done. I spent about 20 minutes under a drier. Removing the foil pieces she shampooed and rinsed my hair and then began to cut it. She wasn't really removing much length, but mostly shaping and layering the hair. Once she was finished she put my hair in rollers added a hair net and sent me to see the nail technician. I should have been humiliated by now, but I was excited if a bit apprehensive about how I would look. She was a bubbly little woman who chatted on as if she had known me for years. She started right in with a pedicure and then smoothly switched to applying short gel nails to my fingers. It was apparent that Clarisse had outlined what she wanted as well and soon I had nice oval shaped nails in a matching shade of coral on my toes and fingers. I could see how much more feminine my hands looked and couldn't imagine how I would run errands or do anything without appearing as a woman. The lady then showed me where to go to get my makeup done. I didn't quite understand why Clarisse had this service scheduled, but it was obvious that the salon staff had their orders and what I felt was needed was not a consideration. The esthetician looked at my face in a scrutinizing manner very similar to what Sherry had done when looking at my hair. She smiled at me but didn't really engage in conversation. Finally she just bluntly told me that I needed some shaping of my brows and false eyelashes to make my eyes more feminine and noticeable. She efficiently went to work, waxing my brows first and then applying makeup. She did not rush through the work, but took her time as she would step back to look at my overall facial appearance. I could see nothing at this point, but could tell that my lashes were much thicker and longer. She had described how to attach the false lashes and told me some tips about other make-up as she applied the foundation, blush, eye shadow, liner, and lipstick. The colors were slightly richer than I had been using with the lipstick matching my nail polish. Sherry came by just as she finished and I went to her chair so she could take out the curlers and style my hair, spraying it heavily as she combed it in place. Once she was done, she spun the chair so I faced the mirror and I could see the results. My hair style had gone from a side part with my longer hair pulled back to a style with short bangs, and the long hair combed up and back and then curled under at my neck. The length was less than before but the style was totally feminine especially with my new color and highlights. The makeup supported the feminine appearance, as my brows were now much thinner and arched outward. The false eyelashes gave me a more sultry appearance; the esthetician was certainly skilled at her job. My face looked much more like a woman's than I would have ever thought possible. I loved how I looked but couldn't keep but thinking that this was a much further step into appearing female full time than I had ever considered. Just as I was getting ready to go, Sherry brought me a small tote bag and told me that Clarisse had come by and left this for me. I opened the bag and read a short note in it. She expected me to change into the clothes in the bag and then call her. I reluctantly went to the bathroom to look at what she had put in the bag. Taking out the items, I could see that Clarisse had put a skirt that matched the jacket, some dark brown stockings, matching brown peep-toe pumps, dangly earrings, and a pair of breast forms. I slid off my pants, attached the hose to the garters on my girdle and then stepped into the skirt. It fell about mid-thigh, just below the top of the stockings. The pumps had 4 inch heels and showed off my polished toes. Taking off the jacket and lifting up my top, I inserted the forms into my bra cups. The forms had large nipples that projected through the sheer bra. I smoothed out the mock neck and put the jacket back on. The earrings completed the look, hanging down below my new hairdo. I could see in the sink mirror that I now looked totally like a woman and although I was a little miffed at Clarisse for surprising me like this, I had to admit that it made passing much easier than without the clothes changes. I called her after I thanked Sherry and her staff and headed to my car. Being on the phone as I walked for the first time in public as a woman, kept me from truly thinking about how I would have panicked about this just a day or so ago. Now given my totally feminine appearance, it seemed more suited to me than I would have liked to admit. "Hello Nancy, I assume you just finished at Sherry's salon. I'm sure you look darling; I know she does great work. How do you like it?" "Your right, they do wonderful work. I think I look much more feminine now than before. I just wish you had told me what they had planned. With my new nails, arched brows, and hair color, it will be hard to appear masculine now without a lot of effort." "Well that won't be something to worry about for a while. I think you need total immersion as a woman so that you can truly appreciate it. I do have another surprise for you before you go to the grocery. You are just up the road from the Department of Motor Vehicles. I want you to go there and ask for Margaret. She is an old friend of mine and I've asked her to help you out. She knows what to do, just follow her instructions. See you in a while." "I don't know about that. The DMV is not a place I want to go while dressed; I mean I'm not even sure it is legal for me to be dressed this way. They might arrest me. I would rather not unless it was absolutely necessary." "Well you most certainly will go. Margaret is expecting you and I've gone to a lot of trouble to arrange this. Just use that low, soft, breathy voice you've been practicing at home. If you look as nice as I expect you do, there will be no problems. I don't want to be disappointed today Nancy." With that she hung up. I was really nervous about this, but didn't feel like I had a choice; it reminded me of being on a roller coaster. Once you start the ride you can't change anything until it was over. I found the building and went to the main desk to ask for Margaret. My legs were wobbly in my heels, my hands shook a bit, and my voice trembled as I spoke. The receptionist looked at me a bit oddly, but showed me her line and I took a number. Luckily it wasn't too crowded and after about 30 nervous minutes, she called my number. Margaret was a fairly typical looking woman with brown hair, neatly styled, a pretty face, lightly made up and wearing casual business pants and blouse. I went up to her, cleared my throat and tried to think what to say. My face was red, and I felt a small bead of sweat run down my back. I decided just to introduce myself, since I wasn't sure what Clarisse had planned. "Hello, I'm Clarisse Booth's husband. She told me she had spoken with you about me coming by today?" "Oh yes, Clarisse did talk with me. But I would have never guessed you were her spouse. You are so attractive and seem so feminine. I guess I was expecting someone more mannish and rough around the edges. Well just let me see your driver's license and we can get started." I looked in my purse and gave her my card. She took it, typed in some numbers into her computer and after a short wait began to work on the file on the screen. She seemed to mostly know the answers, but at one point did ask me about my weight. My license had my old weight of 170 pounds, but she said I looked much trimmer than that and smiled at me when I told her my weight was now just 145. After about 5 minutes, she looked back up at me. "I think I have all the changes, just sign with your new name and we can take your photo. I'd suggest you take off your blazer, it will give you a nicer photo without it" She indicated an electronic signature pad and after a brief hesitation I signed Nancy Booth, using the name I thought she must be referring to. After she looked at my signature she stood up and I reached for my old license that was in her hand. But she did not look at me; rather she calmly dropped the card into a shredder. Although a bit stunned at that action, I removed my jacket as she had suggested and followed her into a small room where a camera was set up. She told me to smile and had me adjust my body slightly, with my arms folded across my stomach under my bust. She took a couple of photos and finally indicated she liked one and punched a couple of buttons. I could hear a printer first and then a laminator whir until it spit out a card which she handed to me. "I think it turned out really nice. I usually have a head shot for men, but often for women I zoom out a bit so that more of the body is visible. That was definitely the best choice for you. You should be all set and good luck with your transition." With that she smiled and turned to go back to her desk and the next customer. I stood there not quite believing what had happened, just looking at my new license. It indicated that I was Nancy Booth, a female, 5 foot 7 inches, 145 lbs., with blonde hair and blue eyes. The photo was taken so that it showed me from just under my breasts upward. It showed a very attractive female with obviously large breasts, in fact you could even see the nipples protruding through my top. My old identity as Nathan Booth, a man was now shredded and all I had was an official document formalizing me as a female. This was totally unexpected and I was not sure why Clarisse had done this or even what I would have to do to get my real license back. The only thing I knew was that I needed to leave before something else unexpected happened. I hurriedly put on my jacket, in part to cover my nipples. Even though I knew they were just plastic projections, I felt a little embarrassed by them. They reminded me of what I thought when I saw a woman in similar condition. I was lost in my thoughts as I drove to the grocery. I was lucky that I had a list or I wouldn't have remembered what I was looking for. This errand was like a blur; I went about my shopping thinking totally of the events at the DMV, not even being concerned when the clerks referred to me as miss and offering to help take my items to my car. I finished as soon as I could and left for home. By the time I arrived, I was quite mad. I was ready to face Clarisse about the whole situation, which had culminated at the DMV. Ever since I returned from my trip, she had run me toward femininity like an express train. Now it was time to slam on the brakes. I entered the house and put the cold items away and was just ready to look for Clarisse, when she entered the kitchen. "Oh my goodness, don't you just look lovely! Sherry has really out done herself; your hair is gorgeous, your nails look perfect, and the way they did your makeup gives you such a feminine face. I'm sure you are absolutely thrilled. I assume everything went well with Margaret? I can't wait to see your new license. Where is it?" I was aggravated by her overwhelming endorsement of my new look. For her everything that had occurred to me was just as she wanted. Again this was a far cry from how I saw it. I took a second to keep my cool, I wanted to let her know that I didn't like what had happened but I needed to object in a logical manner. "I'm sure you think everything does look darling, but what about how I feel? The changes you orchestrated do make me much more convincing as a woman, but they also limit my choices. How can I appear as a man now? I can't just undo my hair, change my nails, or fill in my eyebrows at a moment's notice. They are all overtly feminine. Your changes do make me much more passable as a woman but not passable as a man. What about my driver's license? It even lists me as a woman now, with a

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Summer Sex With Neighbor8217s Wife

Hi guys, my name is Anirudh, 22 years old.  I’m from Vijayawada. My height is 5’10 average body. My tool dimensions are 6 inches tall and 2 inches wide when erect. I’m currently living in Jalandhar pursuing my Bachelor’s Degree. This is a real story and happened 1 year ago in summer. I went back to Vijayawada(home) for a summer vacation for 2 months. I live with my family of 4, i.e my father, mother, sister and me. So in the summer, I used to watch porn a lot in my room and masturbate 5 times a...

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Voyeur Wife

My wife Jaq is a very sexy fifty-year-old who never fails to surprise me. On a recent trip to a large hotel in town, she surprised me once again.  We had enjoyed a good night out enjoying a show and a few drinks and we returned to our a hotel a little after midnight.  After a final nightcap, we went up to our room, once there we were soon engaging in some sexy play. Jaq was sucking my cock when I noticed the curtains were still open. I mentioned this and Jaq became very aroused indeed.  After a...

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Caribbean Cruise Ch 04

This story is dedicated to a fellow author, sound critic, and good friend – sirhugs. Thanks for being there to help out, with ideas, suggestions and support, this one’s for you, mate! :D. Warning: This story is largely incest-orientated. If this genre is offensive to you, I strongly recommend that you do not continue any further. Please ensure that you have read the previous chapters of Caribbean Cruise before beginning this story, as this is a continuation of those postings. Thank-you, and I...

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It was about a month since we had been to the club, and I was eating with Caroline. We were at the Inbetween, an upscale restaurant on the bay. Chuck and I cruise over here to have dinner once or twice over the summer. She asked me if I would meet her here to talk.“Thanks for meeting me at such short notice.”I told her, no problem and continued to look at the menu waiting for her to start… something. After enough time for me to read the menu, she said, “What makes you fuck someone other than...

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Denise and Darnell pt 2

She must have felt pretty excited about it, because she wore these shorts that sat on her hips and emphasized her ass perfectly. Her top was clingy, thin, and low cut. It became apparent that she forewent her padded bras for a thinner cupped one, as her nipples were often on display in his cool basement. I’ll summarize the fun but boring part: we drank and shot pool. Darnell was actually somewhat cool, though he was eyefucking my wife the whole time. Not in an obnoxious way - he couldn't...

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Mote Boobs Wali Mausi

hi friends..m 22yrs af age n m from delhi…..m addicted to sex n masterbates atleast 3 times a day ……i have done sex wid 4 prosties till date n wid my mausi once……. now i shall tell u d day wen my dream came true n i fucked my sexy big boobed mausi…..my mausi is 28 yd drs of age n lives in delhi..she lives in a flat in an apartment…..she was married 3 yrs back n have no child.her husband is in navy n is away from home quite often….so she lives mostly alone in her flat.whenever i get a chance i...

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Nightriders BaneChapter 15

This town, like so many of the era, was simply a collection of people and buildings. There was no Mayor, Sheriff or any other formal form of government. There was, however, the town meeting for important decisions. Therefore, when the family came down to breakfast the next morning, a crowd of town's folk met them. Jean and Maeve were in the lead as the family descended the stairs. Jean spotted the group and noticed that all of the men were armed, and he also noticed that they, to a person...

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Omegle Chat To Sex 8211 Part 4 8211 Outdoor Sex In Hyderabad

Hi again. I am Kushal and this is the final part and third day of Deepika’s stay in Hyderabad. For better understanding, please read the first three parts and you will know how I met Deepika. Thanks for the feedback for the previous parts on my Gmail and Kik. Coming back to the story, we slept like babies after the hot sex session and woke up late in the morning as usual. We didn’t have much to do, so we decided to explore the city wearing sexy outfits. As soon as we woke up, my dick was...

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Box Office Bang P14

Gemma stopped groaning underneath me and became still; placing one hand on my chest and she began pushing me off! "Oh come on, you old bastard...give her a good poking..." Gemma then placed her other hand and began to push me off; my cock began to slide out of her twat. My fat shaft began to 'schlupp' from from where it had been halfway up her cunt. As my knob slid out I looked down just in time to see a dribble and then suddenly a torrent of my fresh spunk ooze out of her puffy, swollen labia....

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Billionaire and the SisterhoodChapter 62 Recovery and Construction

Mark We all rested a little easier with Myron Tanner out of the picture. The Meadows house was taking shape rapidly, and Doug Reed, our construction manager, still wanted to make good on the June 30 completion date. At the end of May almost all of the wallboard was complete, and interior painting and finish carpentry was starting – five weeks to go. Doug had crews working on the house around the clock. He was also sleeping at the house site, and I discovered he had been since March first....

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Great fun with my cousin sister

Lets describe first and i am now 50 and taling about when i was 17 and my cousin sis shama was just 16, my name is simon, this happened so that she use to come over every week to stay in our house and spend the weekend as my sister was of her age and they use to be a good friends too, i was that smart but very active in the family and she was having good sexy figure and her complexion was of cadbbury at the same time she was charming and talkative, she was very much attractive adn she use to...

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Not Your Average JoeChapter 17 Saturday Brings New Problems

I finally received a decent hit off of the CEP (Companion Exchange Program), so we set up a time and place to meet on Saturday. That, of course, meant dealing with my cousins, Marylyn and Paula ... oh, for joy, for joy. “What’s wrong, cuz? Can’t get it up for a little incest?” Marylyn taunted. “Not that we’d ever have sex with you anyway. We need a real man,” Paula chimed in, not to be outdone by her twin sister. “Now, you listen to me you little bitches, the only reason I agreed to this...

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Mothers Problem1

“Why am I doing this?” she asked herself out loud. She knew the answer. Even as began to tug on her nipples, sending shivers of pleasure up her spine. Everything may look great, but no one got to enjoy her body. Abstinent and sexually frustrated, her thoughts were about her son Daniel. Daniel had turned eighteen just last week and ever since his birthday, Patricia could not get sexual thoughts of him off her mind. The thoughts didn’t bother her, in fact, she was embracing them. It...

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spanked by sister

when ever i was a naughty boy my mum and dad would get youger s*s to pull my pants down and then she was told to whip my arse with belt or they would let her use caine we got from school she would often get carried away and she would caine me at least 30 strokes my bum would be saw for days would have to wear a nappie or have cotton wool on it so i could sit down at schoolone day my mum caught me wearing sisters school uniform that when dad came home from work he gave me ten strokes with his...

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Hi Rafey is back from a long time,i m busy in my studies thats y i can’t share any other experienced.I m now become a call boy,this happened some days back.I was sitting in my room and learning Accounts one call came on my cell i sms her who it,a reply came im Zunaira and get ur no from Iss so i understand she want some sexual relation i ask her detailed and make a plan to meet.After 3 days on Thursday v meet and i see her she was 26y big boobs and excellent figure.She was married and mother of...

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This is a sequel of my previous story 'Caught With the Mistress'.When my girlfriend Sarah had found out about my mistress Melissa I thought that it would end our relationship but it actually was the opposite, it turned out to be a major bonus for our sex lives, or, at least for me.We now made regular plans for a three way. Whenever Sarah had a spare couple of days away from the office she'd ask me to call up Melissa, who was usually free and very much into the thing. I had called up Melissa...

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Sissy Tom Marsha and Me

I had never been to Tom’s before, so I was please when he invited me over to his place to play. When I had arrived, he had stood at the opened door with his hard dick sticking out of his trouser fly. From that point I knew this was going to be a fun time. I was no sooner through the door and it was closed behind me that Tom kissed me full on the mouth. And then said, “Welcome to my humble abode.” The only thing i could think of was fuck his abode I want his cock. It was poking out of this...

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Mrs Summers Slips www

Mrs. Summers’ SlipsChapter 1, "Curiosity" Shortly after my thirteenth birthday, I discovered the appendage between my legs had another use. As I experimented with these new-found sensations sometimes 3-times a day, and usually with the assistance of a purloined stroke mag), it became very clear that I preferred looking at pictures of partially clad women over full frontal nudity. By partially clad, I mean looking at pictures of women wearing seductive or frilly bras, panties, nightgowns, etc....

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The Barbie Lez Fantasies Week 25 Twincest Part 2

Introduction: A quick and kinky lesbian fantasy! Authors Note 1: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only human after all. Authors Note 2: Although this fantasy can be read independently, it was...

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It was summer and Timothy and I were at home going about our own business. Even though he was only three years older than I he’d changed since he turned fifteen treating me as if I were his personal servant ordering me about and abusing me physically and verbally at every chance. The fact that we were going to be home for a most of the day alone didn’t help this. I at only five feet five inches decided to stay out of his way and when he came downstairs to watch television I’d go out on the...

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Losing Virginity To Sweet Bhabhi

Hi, friends this is Maurya, I am Eng. First year student from Bhiwandi. I came to know about this site through Google while searching porn site, lets come to the point. I am6feet long with fair complexion, anyone can mail me my id or Pehle main aapko apni Bhabhi ke bare mein bata dun woh 5’7 ki hai, unki umar 27 hai, unka look bahut hi sexy aur hot hai, unka figure 36 30 38 hai.Main HSC ka exam de ke is summer vacation mein apne gaon jaunpur gaya tha, sab kuch mein normal chal raha tha, main...

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Pat Chapter Three Pat jumps to a conclusion

Pat and I were away for the weekend. We settled in our hotel room, and I told Pat I wouldn't mind a nap. Pat wasn't tired because she had slept a good chunk of the drive."Okay, you have a rest, and I will have a look around," Pat said after kissing me on the forehead.I made myself comfortable on the bed while Pat freshened up and fell asleep before she left.When I woke I couldn't believe it, I had slept for nearly two hours. I slithered off the bed and splashed cold water on my face.Back in the...

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The Crossing part 26

I was an escaped PoW living as a woman in Nazi Germany and had become a Countess. Now, with 1944 drawing to a close and Allied forces advancing, it was a more dangerous place to be than ever. THE CROSSING - part 26 by BobH (c) 2016 - 60 - On August the 25th, less than a week after the wedding, the Americans bombed Peenem?nde again in a daylight raid that saw several German airfields take a pounding too. When the phone lines were restored...

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Jasons Story Chapters 2937

Author's Note: Thanks to Joni W for her help in editing. Comments always appreciated. Chapter 29 The crowd erupted in anger. Everything seemed to happen at once. Coach Osborn rushed to Jason, while yelling at the umpire, Brad and the coach of the Tigers. Brad tried to give an innocent look, putting both arms out in a questioning way, saying, "What, it slipped." The Tiger's coach ran out to the mound shouting at Brad, "Not on my team!" The umpire immediately...

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The Punishment Chapters 19 23

THE PUNISHMENT A man is unjustly accused of rape. His trial ends in a hung jury. To correct this "miscarriage of justice," a coven of witches punishes him by turning him into a girl and raping him multiple times, and then enacts spells forcing him to become a prostitute, while still remaining a man inside. But s/he manages to build a life with dignity and purpose, and eventually with love and happiness. Warning ... Contains limited descriptions of violence and rape. Table of...

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FirstBGG Bella Mur Roxy Sky Longtime friendship gets creamed

It is so good to have a friend with whom you can share all your thoughts, troubles and desires and who will never laugh at you. Roxy Sky and Bella Mur are long-time friends and they never get sick and tired of their friendship. They are hot smoking and playful girls who love cracking jokes on shy lads like one of the nerds. So they invite him over to their place, tease him with dirty talks and, when they realize his cock gets as hard as a rock in his tight jeans, they caress him with their...

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My best friend Angie had been friends with me for a long time. We always had each others back. But during this sleepover, I had hers. We were at school doing the things we normally do, talking about how much it sucked doing all the work our teachers gave us. To get through the day we made each other laugh to take our minds off of the classwork. Finally school ended and she asked to come to my house and of course I approved. We had so much fun playing games we didn't want to separate. We...

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Fooling Around 101 Version AlphaChapter 4

By now you may have tumbled to the concept that trying to teach a vibrant, young woman about sex ... sort of has to involve ... well ... sex. But I was still delusional about that. I kept thinking I could mediate things ... slow things down ... control the situation. And, since in the weeks after that, all she did was get me alone to give me those toe-curling kisses every once in a while, I thought I was in control. True, those kisses now involved her rubbing her loins against mine while...

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The fantasy neighbour Part 2

I still couldn’t get the grasp of what had just happened in the car. Was it all in my imagination? Was I just a horny young virgin desperate for Mrs.Cassie? The party was dull, all the oldies socializing and the youngster getting intoxicated. I was almost sure now that the car incident was just a part of my fantasy,when I saw Mrs.Cassie talking to my mum. No matter the truth may be, she was a goddess and her body was the perfect paradise any guy or girl for that matter,would die for.Just I was...

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In Wonderland Pt1

When I was in high school I was always very camp, which was probably why almost all of my friends were girls. This was definitely why I first ended up crossdressing. I was sixteen and round one of my ‘girlfriends’ house for a few drinks on Halloween before we went to a house party nearby. I never much cared for Halloween, so just came as myself. When I came in they all sighed since I wasn’t in a costume, but dropped it fairly quickly. We sat having a few glasses of wine and waiting for the last...

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No Contest Book 1 Learning the Rules the Early 80sChapter 11

Joe awoke to a door knock. The guy must have been gay not reacting to Moe looking sexy in a familiar robe. He placed the covered dishes on a table. He thanked her for signing what must have been a substantial tip added to the bill. When he left, Joe asked, “Where’s Nigella?” “Shower.” He heard it. “Of course. Sorry about last night.” She shrugged. “Did you have fun?” “I’m not sure how to answer that to the woman I love.” “The truth?” “It was fun. And educational for Eddie....

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A Day in Gotham Batgirl Begins 02

Title A Day in Gotham — 2 – Batgirl Begins2 ((Author’s note — this is the second part of my Batgirl Begins trilogy. As with all multi-part stories, it would be better read after Batgirl Begins 1, but for anyone who wants to dive straight in I’ve added a very brief summary of events in the story so far below. I really, really recommend reading the first part first though! And, before moving on, a quick vote of thanks to NaughtyIrishGirl for her unwavering support and enthusiasm. Please enjoy...

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The End of the Road

Have you ever rolled into a town that you have no recollection of ever have been in, and discover that it somehow looks familiar. I couldn’t put my finger on what it was, but there was something very familiar about Mt. Vernon. Some of the older buildings had a familiar architecture about them, the Courthouse caused me to pause for a while. In the recesses of my mind there was something about that building that I didn’t like, but again I couldn’t put my finger on it. Had something happened to me...

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The Last Sister

The Westervelt family sat around the dinner table quietly eating a Thanksgiving meal prepared by their mother. Jeannette, the oldest, sat beside her husband DeRay. Gillian, beside her boyfriend, Andre. Georgina, next to her boyfriend, Jalen. Finally, the youngest daughter, Laura, sat by her father whose head was face pointed straight down into his white mashed potatoes covered in gravy. Laura had just returned from her sophomore year of college for a quick break back home. Like all of her...

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Oh Daddy

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A Sluts Seduction

It was amusing to be dressed so conservatively, she thought as she walked down twelfth avenue. Her long black sheath was literally the most sedate dress she owned. The white shoes and hat looked more like a fashionable ensemble than the outer covering of one of New York's sexiest women. Her short blonde hair and the little smile didn't draw the leers she usually took such pleasure in, but admiring glances. It wasn't a surprise. She knew she was beautiful, but it was almost always more...

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Hannah headed off to the rich side of Hardintown. She was going to have her first client meeting since joining BD and Associates as the sales entertainment coordinator. That meant she was fuck whoever she was told to. So far her boss Mr. Washington had trained her to be a good fuck for his black customers but today was the real deal. If she could get Mr. Hall to sign the contract there was a huge bonus for her.Hannah still had mixed emotions about what she was doing. She was fucking just like a...

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Another Cultural Exchange

It had been a few years since my daughter-in-law Wendy and I found ourselves as lovers in Mumbai, India. It was so interesting that we also found an Indian young woman named Aashi to share our passion. We had shared many forms of love-making and it had all been good. But after some years the passion had faded for me. Wendy had went her way with my son and found work in another city. I made do with my wife. She was very good in bed, but she wasn't as good as Wendy. Or Aashi, for that matter. I...

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A Fistful of Sand Book 1Chapter 19 Phoenix

The room looked oddly familiar. She'd dreamt this place before. 'Strange, ' Laura thought. 'Why aren't I afraid?' Laura stepped up to the wall of the crystal sphere that was currently holding her prisoner. Maybe not a pure sphere ... It seemed to grow organically from the floor, perhaps ten paces in diameter, doming over her head almost to the ceiling. Her reflection distorted and refracted in the sharp edges where seemingly random shapes met to form its solid wall. Through the...

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TEENAGE MEMORIES A Last Day with Nigel

Five months since I’d introduced Nigel to wanking we were out on the street when he said to me “My mum and dad are taking my brother and sister out on Saturday if you’d like to come round” I thought for a minute and replied “Ok”, it had been a while and as I’d just turned 16 I was shagging everything, so a day with Nigel appealed for a change.10:45am I knocked on Nigel’s door he opened it immediately as I walked in he shut the door and locked it, he turned to face me and said “It’s been ages” I...

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My Wife Loved A Strangers Big Cock But Wont Admit It

Being in our forties and married for more than twenty years life can become very dull and boring especially in the bedroom. This is what happened to both my wife Ally and I. We had a very good love life but it slowly had been eroding over the last few years. We both knew it but just didn’t want to admit it. Ally and I still really loved each other but we needed to somehow come up with some new ideas for the bedroom. I thought really hard about different things including sharing her with a...

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All Dressed Up and Nowhere to Go 1

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Exposing Cindy education our youth Chapter 5

Chapter 5 exposing Cindy- education our youth “The law of unintended consequences” As I entered our master bathroom, I raised my skirt hem, showing my husband that I was missing my panties, but what caught his attention was how red and swollen my vulva was. “Good lord girl! what happened to your cute little pussy? That looks absolutely raw.” “It is raw, I feel like I have been riding a ‘sandpaper hobby horse’.” I replied honestly. For the next 30 minues, Jim hung on every word as I described...

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Growing Up A MasterChapter 14 Helen Takes Control

I was at Cheryl's house when Helen approached me. "We need to talk," she said. "About what?" I asked. "In private!" she replied. We went out to the pool and sat down. "What can I do for you?" "I want to call a truce," she told me. "A truce?" I asked. "Yes, a truce. Or maybe a surrender. You've won. You're making my life miserable. I'll break up with Ken, and you leave me alone at home. I want things back to the way that they were before!" "How is it so different...

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Jill and Artemis Strap It On

Hi everyone! My name is Jill. All my stories are true and are about the fun that i have when i get away from my hometown and have dirty sex without anyone in my hometown finding out about it. Here, i'm going to tell you about the weekend of December 4-5, 2010. If you want to find out more about me, then please go to my xhamster profile page.On Saturday afternoon i took a flight to Minneapolis to visit Artemis. She is my favorite girlfriend from college.Artemis and her family came to the United...

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Speechless with Teeth Ch 02

The next morning I woke in bed alone, the sound of the little droplets of water running in the shower beginning to fill my ears. I sat up and looked around, wondering if the night before was just a dream. I looked down and saw the dried cum on my legs and the torn black teddy on the floor and smiled to myself. With a new confidence, I walked out of bed and over to the shower in the bathroom. James was in the shower. When he saw me come near, he opened the door to let me in. ‘Good morning,...

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Seducing My Neighbors part one

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FamilyXXX Chloe Temple Chloe Works Out A Deal

Plotting tiny blonde step daughter Chloe gets a chance to confront her black step dad Chris about his reasons for marrying her mom. While she is teasing him and grilling him she suggests that since he is only a few years older and she can keep it a secret, that she would love to have some fun with his big black cock too. Without missing a second Chloe pulls out his dark meat and swallows down every inch before slipping it inside her tight and dripping wet pussy for a good fuck and a hot load of...

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Fucking Cousin Usha In Mangalore 8211 Part 2

Hey everyone. This is the continuation of sex with cousin Usha in Mangalore. The readers who have missed out my other story please do read it as it is the continuation. And to all the readers sorry for the delay of the story as I was out of the country. This story is a little long and all the incidents are real. I am Diganth and I am 24 years old. About me, I am 5ft 10 inches. I finished my engineering and currently working in one of the reputed companies. And about my structure currently, a...

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