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Chapter Three
The next morning, wearing a clean and dry pair of jockey shorts,
Charlie headed into the office where he was met by knowing looks from
Simon and a hug from Beatrice.
Beatrice was three years older than Charlie with a plump figure and an
open, welcoming smile that spread all the way into her eyes. In her
own way she loved both of the men she worked with but she found
neither of them attractive. Preferring to gaze at the parade of young
women that walked passed the office window every day.
"You're looking happier today," she said having freed Charlie from her
arms. "Are things starting to improve at home?"
Charlie had told his co-workers all about finding his wife in bed with
another man and they had both been incredibly supportive. Simon even
offered him a place to stay should he need it. Talking through his
problems with his friends had been an immense help and he felt
grateful to have them in his life.
"Actually they are. I really think Shelley means to stay faithful now
and..." He blushed slightly. "Our sex life took a bit of an unexpected
turn last night. Which was...interesting."
"Interesting not good?" asked Simon.
"I think it was good. I mean, Shelley certainly liked it...it was just
a bit odd."
"Odd in what way?"
"I'm not sure I really want to talk about it in detail just yet. Not
until I've decided for myself."
His friends' reaction was stopped as the bell above the shop door
jingled to announce the arrival of customers. Charlie turned and
smiled at them.
"Good morning, how can I help you?" he said.
Shelley was also at work, as a Financial Modeller she easily matched
her husband's fifty-thousand-pound annual income but today she was
doing very little work. After the previous evenings success she
intended to move her plan forwards and that meant doing some research
on the internet. Until now Charlies morning orange juice had been
laced with ground up birth control pills but their effects had been
minimal. Now was the time for some more potent medication.
Shelley trawled a variety of web sites to gather the information she
needed before placing a large order with what appeared to be a
respected British supplier of transformation products. Some of the
items wouldn't be needed right away but the thought of having them
excited her so she bought them anyway. With the order placed she tried
to focus back on her work but an image of Charlie in her underwear
refused to leave her mind and she couldn't help but smile. It might
take a while but Shelley was going to get the best of both worlds and
she felt great.
"Thank you Mrs Mullins. I'll be round in the morning and we'll get
your house on the market...yes indeed...have a good evening."
Charlie hung up the phone and turned to smile at Simon. Beatrice was
out with a client so the two men were alone in the office.
"If I'm right," said Charlie, "that's a one-hundred-and-fifty-
thousand-pound house. Should be a nice bit of commission for one of
us."
Simon did not respond as enthusiastically as his friend had hoped.
"Charlie, it was clear from your face that you got laid last night,
which is always good, but I got the impression that Shelley got a lot
more out of it than you did. Now, I appreciate that you don't want to
go into details but I worry that you're going to let her walk all over
you again."
"What do you mean, again?"
"You're a nice guy, mate. Too nice at times if you ask me. We all know
that Shelley loves you and you are nuts about her, but sometimes I
think that you are so much in love that you let her get away with
stuff and she is the sort of person that can't help take advantage of
it."
"She does not take advantage of me." Charlie could feel anger rising.
"I don't know why you feel that you can say things like that about my
wife but let me tell you something. My wife does nothing that I don't
approve of and she does not take advantage of my good nature."
"I'm sorry Charlie. I didn't mean to speak out of turn or anything.
You're my friend and I worry about you. My offer of a place to stay
will always be there, Nancy agrees so that's no problem. I really hope
things are as good as you think but just in case they're not..." He
trailed off.
"I know you're trying to help, Si, but things are all right.
Honestly." The two men sat in silence for a few minutes, not really
working but not really resting either. "Simon, have you ever done
anything kinky?" asked Charles suddenly, breaking the silence.
"What? Do you mean bondage or dress up?"
"Yes. That sort of thing anyway."
"I've messed about with a few girls in the past. Why?"
"How did it make you feel?"
"Now there's a question. You know, I've always found that the less
appealing it sounds the more I end up getting out of it. I suppose you
have to push things to really find your limits. There are some things
that I could never try though, things like golden showers are just too
disgusting... Oh my God, that's what happened last night...that's what
you didn't want to talk about."
"Golden showers, Christ no."
"Not golden showers. You and Shelley got a little kinky and now you
don't know whether you should feel guilty. Listen, Charlie, I don't
want to know what you did. It isn't important. All that matters is -
did you enjoy it?"
"I think so?"
"You think so? Bloody Hell mate, was the sex good? Did you shoot your
load?"
"Yes it was good, maybe a bit too good, if you know what I mean."
Charlie blushed and Simon laughed good naturedly.
"If you both enjoyed it mate then there is nothing wrong with it," he
said. "It's only wrong when it stops being fun or people get badly
hurt."
Chapter Four
That evening Shelley seemed a little bit distant to her husband and he
began to wonder if she had not enjoyed their tryst the previous day.
If he had known how hard it was for her not to grin and push him into
her underwear once again he may have acted differently. But he knew
nothing.
"Is something wrong?" he asked when he could bear the silence no
longer.
Shelley closed her eyes to compose herself before answering, an act
that Charlie misread as trying to build up the courage to say
something that he wouldn't like.
"Is it something to do with last night?" he asked.
Shelley nodded. She had worked out what she was going to say during
the day but hadn't expected Charlie to work out where the conversation
was going to go. As she felt her excitement grow she feared that
opening her mouth would crack her resolve and let him see her
eagerness.
"Did you not enjoy it?" Having spent the day reconciling himself to
the reality that he, himself, had enjoyed making love in his wife's
underwear Charlie felt himself saddened at the prospect that his wife
had not. That sadness was reflected in his voice and lifted Shelley
even higher.
"Of course I enjoyed it," she said hoping that her tone did not betray
her. "I was worried that you hadn't. I've been trying to pluck up the
courage to ask if you'd do it again."
Shelley held her breath and watched her husband's face closely. Almost
immediately the look of fear faded away and was replaced by an almost
embarrassed smile.
"Really?" he asked. "I...I did enjoy it. I'm sorry I...you know. Are
you sure it isn't a bit weird though? I mean men shouldn't wear girl's
knickers, should they?"
"They can wear whatever they want," replied Shelley. "Clothes are just
clothes. Anything that makes you feel good or look good is fine and
anyone who says different is just a small-minded bigot. If you're
interested those clothes made you look really good, really sexy."
"Do you mean that?" asked Charlie.
"Of course I mean it. I don't know why they don't make sexy underwear
like that for men. Why is everything comedic with so-called posing
pouches? Elephant trunks? Tape measures? It's a joke."
"I don't know." Shelley was unsure whether Charlie was referring to
her claim that he looked sexy in her knickers or whether men's sexy
pants were a joke so she remained quiet and waited for him to proceed.
"I know that it felt good when you touched me," he said eventually,
"and to be honest I didn't mind wearing them during the day, in fact I
completely forgot I was wearing them. But this morning...this morning
I felt as though I had done something wrong. As though I was a pervert
or something."
"You did nothing wrong."
"I know that now. I talked to Simon and he said..."
A chill ran through Shelley's heart. "You told Simon?"
"Yes...well...sort of. I didn't tell him what we did. I just asked him
whether he had ever done anything kinky and he mentioned dressing up.
I don't know what he dressed up as but he said that as long as we both
enjoyed it and nobody got hurt then it was good."
The chill faded and was replaced by an immense feeling of relief. Her
husband's stupid little friend, married to the quietest mouse in all
the world, had managed to convince Charlie that he should carry on
with her plan in one day when she'd thought it would take weeks.
Sometimes things were clearly meant to be.
"Does that mean you'll do it again?" she asked. "Maybe even now?"
"Yes, I think I could do it again."
Shelley squealed in excitement, real excitement this time, and told
her husband to stay where he was while she picked him something to
wear. She returned just a few moments later carrying a pair of black
lace shorties, one of the pairs that Charlie had ignored the previous
day.
He stripped off his trousers and his own underwear before slowly
stepping into his wife's. With a slight blush to his cheeks he pulled
the flimsy garment up his legs and settled it around his waist.
Shelley wasted no time and grabbed the front of the knickers and with
them her husband's, rapidly hardening, penis. As she began to stroke
it she slid her spare hand up his shirt and found a nipple to caress.
Placing her lips firmly against his, she kissed him passionately.
Charlie was suddenly feeling overwhelmed and didn't put up any
resistance as Shelley manoeuvred him down to the floor. She knelt
between her husband's legs and began to increase the pressure on his
senses. A few minutes later she felt his penis begin to pulse under
her hand and smiled briefly before putting on a disappointed pout.
"Oh Honey," she moaned, "not again. I was really looking forward..."
"I'm sorry," said Charlie hurriedly, "let me make it up to you."
He scurried out from under his wife and waited until shifted herself
on the couch before taking his place between her legs. He could smell
her vagina, a combination of flowery soap and musk, as he got close.
He reached out with his tongue and gently ran it up her slit, thankful
that his wife kept herself cleanly shaven so that he didn't need to
worry about gagging on unwanted pubic hairs. His tongue touched her
clitoris and he paused to give it what he thought was a gentle suck
but Shelley disagreed, telling him that it was too hard. He tried
again, softer this time and was rewarded with a gentle moan from his
wife. Charlie smiled to himself, at least he could keep her happy with
his tongue even if his dick was far too sensitive.
This wasn't a new problem for Charlie, he had always been prone to a
bit of premature ejaculation, although the last few weeks were the
first time he had repeatedly come before even penetrating his partner.
In the past he'd put up with the disappointment in his girlfriend's
voices when the sex had proved to be disappointing for them and he
accepted their excuses when they finished the relationship. They
always found a reason to leave him that didn't blame his lack of
durability but he knew. He always knew.
Of course, back then he hadn't known how talented he was with his
tongue. Now that he did he was determined never to let an over excited
prick ruin his life again. Moving slightly lower, at his wife's
request, he pushed his tongue deep into her vagina, straining as he
delved as far in as he could and flicking the end of the tongue around
to try and stimulate her further.
Shelley nudged her husband's head slightly to the side and sighed
happily as he stayed where he was placed. After just a couple of days
she could already feel a difference in the way that he performed for
her and believed that he could become an exceptionally good lover
after all. Of course she would still need Steve, a girl has to have a
dose of cock to satisfy her deepest needs, but Charlie would be the
perfect foil in between times.
She gasped as his tongue flicked effortlessly against her clit and
pushed her a bit too close to an orgasm. Shelley wanted to keep a
clear head and orgasms had always clouded her judgement so, rather
than risk it she began to moan and buck, putting her husband off his
game and faking yet another orgasm. Soon, she told herself, soon I
will get to go all the way.
"Oh Baby, that was amazing," was what she told him before helping him
onto the sofa with her.
They lay together until they got hungry with Shelley gently caressing
Charlies bum through the lace of his knickers.
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