Caught By My Wife In Her Lingerie Ch 03

For this, the third episode, i must admit to taking this story in a direction that may surprise most of you here. But, i believe this gives me more scope, and characters to play with in order to expand this tale further.

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SANDRA GIVES ME TO JAYNE

My God, how my life had changed, to be honest all for the better, or so I thought. Things all started when my lovely wife, Sandra, caught me wearing her lingerie one Saturday morning. When I say caught, the fact is that she'd basically engineered the situation herself, fully aware, something unknown to me, of my perversion, and so had set a trap for me. One I walked right into, 'hook, line and sinker!'

With me completely fearing a divorce and humiliation, Sandra instead had tied me firmly to our marital bed, and pegged me into submission to her, whilst I was still adorned in her underwear, including some very sheer stockings, of course. Thus, to my immerse pleasure it must be pointed out, my feminisation by my wife commenced. I was then ordered by Sandra to dress in sexy female lingerie whenever it was just the two of us within the house and believe me, I was NOT arguing. It was as if Sandra had tapped into my secret desires.

But it was when our working lives took a completely opposite turn that her dominance of me took a really fresh turn. For as at almost the same time as she received a major promotion and increase in salary, I was made redundant, through no fault of my own it must be said. With a large payout, which we used to considerably reduce our mortgage on our house. Together with Sandra's vastly increased income it meant that, from the purely financial point of view, there was no hurry for me to find another job. So, this is when Sandra effectively turned me from Andrew into Andrea, replacing all of my male clothing with utterly delicious female apparel. Again, with absolutely no complaints from me.

After a few more weeks came the event that, I guess, signified the commencement of just the situation where I find myself now. Sandra invited her sister Jayne, the one she was due to visit when she first discovered me dressed in her underwear, to spend the weekend with us. Acting as our complete Mistress, the idea was the Jayne would tie us both together, and to our bed, showing neither of us any mercy whatsoever, as she ordered my wife and I to shag one another vigorously, with the resulting sex being hard, fast and above all, RAW!

So far, so good. Sandra and I fully complied, and a great, if very tiring time for my wife and I, was had by all! Eventually Jayne was satisfied it seemed and finally she released Sandra totally from bondage. But this was the point when, with hindsight perhaps, things weren't quite what they seemed, and maybe I should have paid a little more attention.

For with my arms still firmly and inescapably tied to our bed, Sandra basically offered me to Jayne, asking if she fancied a go at shagging me herself. To my utter amazement and sheer surprise. I really hadn't expected that particular turn of events!

Now let's get one thing absolutely clear straight away. Sure, Jayne is extremely sexy, possibly even more so than Sandra, but quite frankly I was completely horrified at my spouse's suggestion. Fine, had I been single the promise of a sexual liaison with the gorgeous Jayne wouldn't have been a problem whatsoever, I'd have gladly welcomed it. But I was a married man, and when I'd publicly made those wedding vows to Sandra, I'd FULLY meant them. For the rest of our natural days together. So, I, myself, wanted to reject the idea of shagging, or being shagged more accurately, I was still tied to the bed essentially, by my sister-in-law, asking Jayne to not take up my wife on her offer. And Jayne did refuse. All seemed well and good then, no adultery occurring therefore, on this occasion.

But, after eating, oh and drinking the wine flowed alright, I was still a little uneasy when Jayne departed on the next day. There was definitely something going on, these two sisters knew something that I did not, and I'd got the impression that they'd made plans. For me.

Whatever it was though, for the next few weeks life went on completely as normal, and it possibly occurred to me that I'd been worrying over nothing. Again, on quite a few occasions I found my stocking and suspender clad body totally belonging to Sandra's and my bed, as she shagged me utterly senseless! Not that I didn't enjoy it, of course.

But then Sandra informed me that she'd be away for a week, a business trip she said, and I believed her. Why wouldn't I? At this moment in time, I still absolutely trusted her, however, that illusion of a 'happy marriage' was about to completely destroyed.

After Sandra had been gone for two days, I received a 'phone call from a distressed sounding Jayne. "Ah, Andrea," everybody called me that by now, "my washing machine's on the blink, and I know that you're good with electrics. Could you be a real Darling and come and take a look at it for me? You're not busy, are you?"

"No Jayne, I'll gladly take a look at it for you. Half an hour's time fine with you?"

"Sure. Thank you so much, Andrea, you're a Godsend!"

"Let's see if I can solve your issue before you're too gushing with the praise!"

Now, with the benefit of that wonderful commodity called hindsight, I now am fully aware that this washing machine 'issue' had been concocted by this devious pair, to prise me out of my own home and into Jayne's, who incidentally was a widow and so lived alone. But between their planning and this actual day, Sandra's sister's machine HAD developed a fault, one which the scheming mare actually allowed me to fix BEFORE enacting her plans for me! Bloody cheek, eh? However, before long that would be the least of my concerns.

The apparently grateful Jayne then offered me a cup of tea, which naturally I accepted, especially as I was quite thirsty by then. Only there wasn't just tea in the cup, the contents of which I drunk down quickly and completely. To suddenly have my mind go hazy, then blank as unconsciousness completely claimed me.

When I finally 'came to' I was lying on Jayne's large luxurious bed, stripped down to just my stockings and suspender belt. Well, when I say lying on my sister-in-law's bed that isn't quite the full story. Jayne had tied me, spread-eagled in a very secure and totally inescapable manner to the four solid corner bed posts. It didn't take long to also discover two other facts. Firstly, it was crystal clear that Jayne knows her 'rope-work,' therefore I wouldn't be going anywhere without her 'say-so' in the immediate future, and that she also possessed a very effective ball-gag. How was I aware of that second fact? Because said gag had been firmly inserted into my mouth, that's how!

My rather frantic "eeeppppphhhhhmmmmm"s had alerted my captor to the fact that I was now back within the land of the living, and she entered the bedroom, a rather serious look upon her face. "I'm so sorry to be the bringer of bad tidings Darling, but I do have some very bad news for you. If you'd like to concentrate on the little video, I'm about to show you, that will explain the situation far better to you than I can myself." What's she on about, I thought to myself, almost panicking by now, also tugging uselessly against the secure bonds that held me so firmly. Jayne plugged her laptop into her bedroom T.V. which sprung into life.

After Jayne had pressed a few buttons of her remote control, suddenly the screen was full of my Darling wife, Sandra. But within seconds it appeared, no this can't be true, that was a status in life she no longer wished to fulfil.

"Andrea, if you're watching this it means that Jayne has you securely tied to her bed. Appropriate really, because you belong to her now." What the hell is she talking about, I thought as I lay there in complete shock. "You see, I've finally realised, after enticing you to become a woman, that it's a REAL woman that I need in my life, and now I've found one!" Another woman, slightly older, but not by much, and utterly gorgeous strode into view, grabbing Sandra in a cuddle, and kissing her fully on the lips. "Meet Belinda, my new partner in life for the rest of my days. Now, I told you this is a business trip, and yes, it is, because Belinda and I work together," Belinda was Sandra's boss, the owner of the company, "so it'll a pleasure one too! Now to practical matters. Yes, we need to divorce, Belinda has asked me to marry her, and I've accepted, but I've NO intention of short-changing you. We'll sell the house and divide everything equally; I'll be moving into Belinda's house straight away. As for you, Jayne has promised to take care of you, in every aspect of life, and you know how well off financially she is, so you've no worries there. No need for you to work, let Jayne look after all that. Anyway, ciao Andrea, I'll be in touch to finalise things." Then she blew me a kiss and the screen went blank.

As did my mind! Divorce? Sandra going off to live with and marry somebody else, and as you can all imagine I didn't give a fig whether that person was male or female? I just couldn't believe it, as it seemed that my entire world was coming crashing down!

I turned my head and there was Jayne. Apparently, I 'belonged' to her now, and at this precise time, in a way that was a true statement, for Jayne had me tied securely to her bed and therefore I was in her hands. Some more "eeeepppphhhmmm," all I could manage with a big red plastic ball shoved into my mouth, prompted her to at least remove said implement.

"What is all this bullshit?" I screamed. "What the fuck is going on here?"

"I believe that my sister made herself quite clear. You're going to live here with me from now on, as Sandra has found somebody else to love. I'm afraid that's about the 'long and the short of it.' Now I fully accept that this has come as a complete shock to you, so I'll leave you in peace for a while so you can fully come to terms with it. Get some rest." With that Jayne re-inserted the gag, left the room, then increasing my total ignominy even further by locking the door!

Was this the lowest point of my life so far? Obviously! Here I was, tied securely to a bed, having had to watch as my wife, the woman I loved with ALL my heart informed me that the reverse was no longer true, and that she was deserting me for somebody else, again the gender of that person being irrelevant. My marriage to Sandra was over, or so I was being told. And what of Jayne? Why had she drugged and fastened me to her bedroom furniture? Did she have designs on me herself? Because if she did, she could damn well go to hell!

As it turned out I had possibly slightly misjudged her, although in the situation that she'd reduced me to, I'm sure everybody can understand just why. So, I wasn't best pleased to see her enter the room where I was confined, after she'd needed to unlock the door of course. She strolled in, sitting down in a comfortable bedroom chair, and simply stated. "I think that we need a chat, Andrea." Bit difficult with my mouth stuffed with plastic, don't you think?

A sentiment that Jayne fully deduced for herself, removing it immediately. "Now, before you say anything, please allow me to tell you something. I promise you that I'll let you reply."

Despite myself I nodded my assent. "Now you may struggle to believe me here, but in my honest opinion, Sandra, my sister, has just made a massive mistake. No, I most certainly do NOT agree with what she's just done, but unfortunately, I know her well enough to realise that when her mind's made up, it's made up. They'll be no dissuading her. But here is the point, you in NO manner deserve what she's doing to you, and so I determined to myself, that with everything else that you're being put through right now, you shouldn't have to worry about having a roof over your head, or where your next meal is coming from. THAT is what all this 'looking after you' is all about. Nothing more! And to show that, if your give me your word not to assault me, I'll release you immediately from this bed. Do we have an understanding here?"

I looked Jayne straight into her eyes and saw no deceit whatsoever present there. I knew from many years of her acquaintance that she is fundamentally a decent and honest person, and so much of my anger dissipated. After all it wasn't her who was betraying me, and I also believed her stated view on said betrayal. "Jayne, you have never harmed me in any way, so I give you my word of honour, if you do untie me, I will not harm you in any way. Oh, and thank you, yes, I am really angry right now, but not with you. Thank you for your genuine kindness, in your very kind offer to support me and offer me somewhere to live."

Jayne immediate set about unfastening me from her furniture, after which she gently cuddled me as I could hold back the tears no more. Boy, did they flow, or what, possibly for about five full minutes, there was a lot of angst behind them after all? When I finally stopped crying, Jayne gently whispered in my ear, "let's go down to the kitchen. We could do with something to eat, although I do appreciate you probably don't feel like eating right now. Bet you could do with a drink though?"

Jayne offered me a dressing gown, which I put on and downstairs we went. As she had rightly concluded, I didn't have an appetite, I was still in a state of complete shock, so she simply cooked a couple of frozen pizzas. And opened a bottle of really classy red wine, now that I did need.

Between us we finished off two bottles, with me, totally with Jayne's agreement, drinking far more than her. So much so, that I went straight back to bed, Jayne's own once more. Shortly afterwards she joined me, making no attempt to induce any sex whatsoever, just gently cuddling my form, and whispering within my ear that I could completely count on her to help get me through this most difficult time for me. And, as I did succeed in drifting off into a troubled sleep, I totally believed her.

In the next days following, with Jayne's most willing assistance, we emptied my formal marital home of all my possessions, as the reality hit me that I'd never be living there again. I then legally registered my home address, driving licence etc. as Jayne's home, accepting her kindness in offering me shelter. In fact, her house was very luxurious, Jayne's late husband had been a high-flying executive, with a very substantial life insurance policy, which had paid Jayne a considerable sum of money upon his death. Which, incidentally, hadn't been due to natural causes, but a fully avoidable accident, for which she was also paid a massive sum in compensation. She'd never have to work again, if she so chose, and could easily maintain her own life, and mine too, within a state of real luxury.

Well, despite betrayal obviously, Sandra kept her word as she tried her very best to ensure that our legal divorce and separation went as smoothly as possible. Basically, she agreed to split everything equally with me, and as for those small mementos, she allowed me to keep anything I wished for. Also, for she didn't wish to wait for the two years for to legally separate on a 'no fault' basis, she accepted full responsibility, which was true of course, so the legal reason for the breakdown of our marriage became officially recognised as her adultery, although Belinda wasn't named. Having by now largely recovered from the initial shock, great though that was, the reality started to really sink in, as far as my life was concerned Sandra had gone.

Not that my life was completely empty, of course. For if Sandra was no longer present within it, Jayne most certainly was. Just as she had completely planned, although that particular fact was totally outside of my knowledge. It had been my transformation from Andrew into Andrea that had turned Jayne's feelings towards me from simply the 'family' love of a sister-in-law into desire. And once Sandra had confided in her about falling for Belinda, that is when Jayne agreed to 'look after me,' giving Sandra the reassurance that I wouldn't simply be deserted in life, and she could now hook up with her boss.

So, why hadn't Jayne tried anything directly on with me? She was simply playing the 'long game' here, make no mistake about that. Allowing my emotions to calm and settle down, following the apparent destruction of what I had believed to be my life. But constantly 'being there,' in the background as it were. Gradually she became part of my life, I was living with her now after all, although at this point of time we weren't sharing a bed. When my official divorce from Sandra became legally confirmed, meaning that I was now a single person again, now was when Jayne slightly 'upped the ante' a little. For from that point onwards when we alone in the house together, every time I saw her, she was dressed in gorgeous, sexy lingerie only, her long shapely legs covered in very sheer nylon. And it wasn't long before this deliberate action of hers had the desired effect. Almost subconsciously I felt myself pulled towards her.

As I had become Andrea fully by now, I still only possessed female clothing, and that was a situation I was in no mood to alter. So, although the turquoise lingerie and royal blue leather suit had gone, I found it too painful to wear them anymore, with dark red being 'my' colour now, Jayne's wasn't the only lingerie clad body within the house. And, one day when, quite innocently and accidentally, my nylon coated leg brushed against one of hers, Jayne obtained just what she'd patiently being waiting for all these months. For suddenly I pressed my lips onto hers, the resulting 'snog' being fully full of the passion that had been building between us for all of this time.

"Jayne, Sweetheart, please take me to your bed. Tie me securely and inescapably to it, and then shag me utterly senseless. Please show me NO mercy whatsoever, in fact please keep shagging me until I'm forced to beg you for it!"

The utterly delicious, dirty smile I received in return informed me that I'd just hit the jackpot, this was exactly what she'd been looking for, as her beautiful eyes lit up in pure lust. Then those lips broke into speech, although very briefly. "MY BEDROOM NOW!"

It almost became a race between us to reach that location, but once we'd both entered, Jayne slammed the door shut, locking it, placing the key within the top of the stocking on her left leg. "We won't be needed to use that, until you've completely surrendered to my desires for you." Those eyes possibly even more full of pure lust now. "ON THE BED! NOW!" In a tone that totally demanded full compliance and, quite simply, dared me to dis-obey.

Of course, I was never going to not comply, remember I had actually asked for this. Almost jumping on the bed, revelling in the satin sheet it was covered in, Jayne had purchased several of these, don't forget she has plenty of money, so, hoping for this eventuality her bed was always covered thus. I rested my head upon the single pillow once Jayne had placed it there, having removed all of the others.

Although she was excited beyond belief, Jayne was fully determined to enjoy herself, and part of that pleasure was as a result of taking things slowly, as teasingly as possible. "Legs together!"

"Yes, Jayne." Obeying her command, although she had a rebuke for me in mind.

"From now until I, and ONLY I, say otherwise you will address me as MISTRESS JAYNE!" That was me told then!

The reason for that last command from my Mistress then became abundantly clear, as Jayne took hold of the satin, female panties covering my rock-hard cock, and pulled them straight down, I had fed my suspenders underneath them as if this moment had been planned. She soon had them removed, sliding them over my feet, then deliberately casting them aside, with a cheerful, "you won't be requiring them for quite some time! Spread-eagle yourself. NOW!"