Caught

Now, Ladies and Gentlemen, to my latest saga in this series, and any 'film buffs' amongst you will realise that, for the title here, I've made a play on the name of a great and successful movie, 'Four weddings and a funeral.'

TWO WEDDINGS BUT NO FUNERAL

My fiancée paused reading and turned to me. "It's an invitation to Sandra and Belinda's wedding. For both of us. Do you feel that you'll be to be willing and able to go?"

Now, anyone unaware of my past history would no doubt consider that to be a rather strange question. You see, Sandra, the first name that Jayne had mentioned was not only her sister but was also my ex-wife. We'd divorced when Sandra had started her relationship with her female boss, realising that she wanted an actual woman in her life, rather than the 'pretend' one that she had pushed me into becoming. Not that I hadn't agreed to her feminisation of me. After all, it had been my actions that had led to the situation in the first place.

You see I had this fetish for wearing her lingerie, especially sheer nylon stockings. Sandra had become aware of this, and very cleverly engineered a trap for me, one I walked into completely. She then used her advantage to introduce me to being pegged whilst tied to our bed in an unusual position, one she'd seen on-line in form of a video. And, I must admit, something that I enjoyed far more than I believed that I would do. From there Sandra tightened her grip upon me, gradually my male clothing dis-appeared, to be replaced by female attire as 'Andrew' turned into 'Andrea.' With my full co-operation, incidentally. A process accelerated when, through no fault of my own, I was made redundant and lost my job.

However, at the same time Sandra achieved a major promotion in her own employment, but that wasn't necessarily due to her working talents alone. No, this was around the period when she started to fall in love with the owner of the company that she worked for, as it dawned on her that she wanted a full lesbian relationship to shape her life now. So, perhaps Jayne's question doesn't seem quite so daft now?

"Of course Darling, I've no problem with attending, I'll be glad to celebrate with them. As long as you will be there, right by my side." Which Jayne then assured me that she would be, before taking my hand, leading us to our bedroom, where she proceeded to securely tie me to our bed and shag me utterly senseless! Something that happens on a very regular basis.

Now then, Sandra is most certainly not a heartless bitch. For as she was falling for Belinda, so her sister was falling in love with the feminised me. With Jayne being in a very fortunate financial position in life, Sandra knew that she could give me a place to live after we'd split up. But I was completely unaware of these developments, so it did come as a total shock when Sandra announced her intention to live with and marry Belinda. In fact, I was actually securely tied to Jayne's bed when I watched the video message when she told me.

At the time I was utterly destroyed to learn of my wife's betrayal, Jayne had drugged me and tied me up to prevent me self-harming, or so she said, but I believed her when she claimed to be looking out for me and 'having my back,' as it were. So, I moved into Jayne's home on a permanent basis, although at this point it was in the form of a lodger/landlady relationship, with no sex taking place between us. Jayne was simply being patient and playing the 'long game.'

As I adjusted to living without Sandra, and in the same house as Jayne, my now ex-wife did completely keep her word regarding the official divorce between us. Firstly, she fully accepted responsibility, said divorce being legally sited as down to her adultery, although Belinda wasn't named. And she also kept her word about splitting our possessions, everything was divided equally between us.

With me now officially single, Jayne started to dress in a sexual and provocative manner, just wearing very classy lingerie around the house, as if to entice me. And it worked, with me as Andrea now, therefore often in lingerie myself, one day our nylon coated legs brushed against each other, and I could resist the utterly sexy Jayne no longer. Next moment our lips were locked together in a passionate embrace, suddenly I was begging Jayne to take me to her bed, tie my body securely to it and shag me in a purely raw manner.

Jayne duly obliged, and actually proposed marriage to me during the memorable sex session that followed, a proposal that I gleefully accepted, and then she exposed me to the best and most enjoyable sex that I'd ever enjoyed. Because, although Sandra and I had most certainly enjoyed a great sex life together, Jayne was even more sexy and just possessed a slight edge. With her becoming my full sexual partner now, I could finally put my breakdown of my marriage behind me and move forward. Which included totally forgiving Sandra, as well as Belinda come to think of it. Hence my willingness to attend their forthcoming wedding.

In fact, I went further than just accepting, I suggested inviting the pair of them around for a meal on a Saturday evening. Jayne agreed, extending the invitation to her sister, who gratefully accepted. So, a few weeks later, three leather, satin and nylon clad ladies, with one feminised male dressed as the girls were, sat around the table in Jayne's and my dining room, eating a meal that I had lovingly cooked and prepared.

It was the first time that I'd ever truly met and spoken to Belinda, and it was clear to me that my former wife had found herself a delightful partner. Like I say, now I'd found Jayne it was no problem for me to engage in conversation with her, and I found myself warming to her. In fact, the whole evening was a great success, quite a few ghosts were laid to rest. Oh, and the wine flowed.

The matter of two forthcoming weddings soon reared its head, and not in an ugly way. By now Sandra and Belinda had set a date, where Jayne and I would gladly attend, and the two of them readily agreed to be present when Jayne and I 'tied the knot,' although as we'd only just agreed to marry, we didn't know when yet. But, between the four of us we came to an agreement about our respective wedding nights, both wedded couples would spend that night in bondage to each other, with the couple not marrying that day administering said condition.

Sandra and Belinda's wedding occurred a few weeks later, and what an occasion it was too! My former spouse simply sparkled; she looked absolutely radiant in white. As did her, soon to become, wife. With their wedding taking place at a beautiful venue, an old manor house, everything went perfectly, both the ceremony and the reception passed flawlessly, it was quite clear that everybody had enjoyed this tremendous day. But as the time passed into evening for four people in particular said day was far from over.

Jayne and I had apparently departed, as the two Brides publicly ascended to the Bridal Suite, and once some time had passed, and almost everybody had left, we very discreetly made our own way there. To be freely admitted, and please bear in mind here that none of the four of us had drunk excessively.

Both Sandra and Belinda were still fully dressed, a situation that obviously couldn't continue, I mean it's very difficult to shag whilst dressed in a full white wedding dress after all! Jayne addressed them both in the sternest voice that she could muster. "Right, you two, it's time to get undressed, down to simply lingerie. Sandra, you will remove Belinda's clothing, as you, Belinda, will undress my sister. One item at a time!"

The two brides immediately obeyed, and my God, just how sexy it was to watch them remove one item at a time, for they did so slowly and definitely provocatively. Until both of them were only clad in a white satin basque, holding up VERY sheer, white nylon stockings and skimpy white satin panties. Which both had been careful to feed their respective suspenders underneath. They stood slightly apart, facing each other, and Jayne began to circle them. "Um, very good, you are both looking sexy tonight. Perfect for you to shag one another. That's right ladies, SHAG! That's what you're going to be doing soon, don't you worry about that!"

Suddenly Jayne pointed at Belinda. "YOU! Remove her panties! On your knees, using nothing other than your teeth!" Belinda sank to her knees, crawled over to Sandra, and produced to comply with the order she'd been issued with. It took her some time however, but eventually she managed it, Jayne allowing Sandra to flick the item of clothing away once Belinda had achieved getting them down to her ankles. Jayne's voice now rang out again. "Stand! Now you," pointing at Sandra, "remove hers!" It did give me a little chuckle inside to see my former wife, on her knees, trying to pull down her now wife's panties with just her teeth, but I needed to remember that one day in the not-too-distant future, the roles would be reversed!

Once both of the brides had removed their respective wife's underwear, it was time to get them onto the bed. Sandra was destined to be the one underneath, so she was ordered by Jayne to climb aboard, as it were. Handing Belinda a silk bondage tie, Jayne's voice rang out. "To her left wrist, now! Make it and the bed post here as one!" Belinda rushed to obey, and as I watched her tie Sandra's wrist to the post it was obvious that she'd clearly done this before and knew exactly how to. By the time Belinda had finished, Sandra's arm was fully secured, inescapably, to said post, but not in any manner that would be dangerous to her circulation for example. Inside of myself again, I now relished the prospect of these two getting their payback, on the occasion of Jayne's and my wedding night, now knowing that we would be fully captured, but safely. Under my own female satin panties, my cock began to respond to that thought, in the only natural way possible!

Jayne handed Belinda another tie, and within seconds Sandra's left ankle joined her wrist in a condition of capture. Followed quickly by her other ankle, then finally her right arm. So that was Sandra dealt with then, she was fully fastened to the white satin covered bed. Time for her wife to join her in bondage.

At this stage I started to enter proceedings far more. For it was myself who fitted the 'strap-on' cock onto Belinda's mid-riff, making sure that I positioned the little 'attachment' correctly, right next to her clitty. Once I'd finished, onto the captured Sandra she climbed, gently inserting her 'cock' into Sandra's wet pussy and holding it there. For it was now my job the join the two of them together, I commenced at the foot end of the bed, soon Belinda's ankles were securely tied to Sandra's.

Now I moved up to the other end of the bed. Ordering the pair of them to hold hands, and interlace their fingers, I now secured said hands locked together, binding their wrists as well. They now both belonged to the bed, and each other, and would stay in that position for as long as Jayne and I wished for. Time to take away their sight!

As this was a wedding day, both of the blindfolds were pure white, but they were quality items, allowing no light to penetrate at all. I fitted Belinda's, as simultaneously Jayne placed hers onto her sister. They were now ready to begin, and Jayne's voice rang out. Loudly and commandingly. "SHAG!"

As if they were going to refuse! Belinda set about her appointed task with real vigour, and I must admit that at first, I did find it rather strange to watch my former wife being shagged by her new partner. But I also found it erotic, turning me fully on, and when I looked into Jayne's beautiful eyes, I saw that they were also full of lust. I knew that now I faced a torrid time in her hands when we'd finished here in this room!

As it turned out I was going to have to wait for the morning before I became subject to Jayne's lust. Why? Because Sandra and, in particular Belinda, who was doing most of the 'work' here, displayed an enormous amount of stamina, as they both gave everything they had to each other, in a sex session that they made last for over two hours, before they were finally utterly spent. I have to admit I was highly impressed with both of them, this was a couple who were made for, and devoted to each other. Yes, they'd put on a real show, be in no doubt about that. With the sweat pouring off their bodies, finally they cried enough, and we set about releasing them, from themselves and the bed. A bottle of chilled champagne appeared, and all four of us shared a glass, before Jayne and I left the newlyweds, retiring to our own room.

To find that we were both shattered to indulge in serious sexual activity, just a quick cuddle and gentle coupling with both of us completely free to move. But if had any thoughts that I'd 'got away' with it, they would be firmly shattered once Jayne had recovered having enjoyed a good long sleep. For I awoke to find Jayne putting both of my hands into the special bondage nylon 'mittens' that she often used when capturing me. Basically, these contained a drawstring within the cuff, which Jayne pulled tight and tied off, using the tie remaining to pull my hands into a secure fist shape, and utterly useless to me, by feeding it through a loop at the other end, and again tying it off. So that was hands in a state of capture then, bound and as I say useless. But still free to move about. Well, until Jayne now tied my wrists to the outer bed posts of the upper bed frame, meaning I was now fully in her hands and power. Lovely!

A little later Jayne had made my bondage even more secure, as she fastened my legs to the bed too, leaving me in a familiar spread-eagled position and totally hers. Just where I belong, of course. Soon, as normal I couldn't see my gorgeous Jayne as on went the blindfold. Making my world completely black. Ready for her to start upon me. And, believe me, she didn't need a second invitation!

Yet again Jayne made me so grateful to be alive and held in her hands, as she took me to heaven and back, multiple times before she finally called it a day, sometime later. Again, she induced several outstanding climaxes for me, whilst enjoying plenty for herself too! If my impression a few hours earlier was that Sandra and Belinda were made for each other, well so it appeared were Jayne and myself. My God, was she simply insatiable or what? Was I the luckiest man alive? Plenty of evidence to suggest a positive response, all of it 'Jayne' shaped!

Absolutely shattered after this, just guess who we bumped into as we were checking out? Who else but Sandra and Belinda. Who immediately clocked our look of pure exhaustion, guessing just what we'd been up to. However, Belinda warned us. "Believe me that is NOTHING compared to just what we will put you through when it's your wedding night!" With a glint in her eye that told us that she meant every one of those words. GULP!

And by now we knew the date when that would happen, we'd booked our own wedding. Like theirs it would occur at a lovely, old, traditional venue, with the ceremony itself, the reception and our 'confinement' to the bed of the bridal suite by my ex-wife and her new legal partner. With the prospect both exciting and frightening me, and to be completely honest it was the prospect of being Belinda's captive that scared me more than being Sandra's!

But before we would end up in Sandra's and Belinda's power, there was the small matter of a wedding ceremony to be conducted. My lovely bride, Jayne, looked utterly divine in a beautiful traditional, white wedding dress, one that simply oozed class and style. She really was the blushing bride, and it made me feel so proud to be marrying her. And me?

I, myself, was dressed in a luscious, white leather suit, feminine in nature with a lovely short skirt, only long enough to conceal that the sheer white nylon upon my legs were in the form of stockings and not tights. So, I was dressed as 'Andrea' then? Appropriate really, for that was officially my actual name now, upon Jayne's advice and wishes, I'd legally changed it by deed poll, my middle-given name of Philip becoming Philippa.

If the Registrar in charge of our legal wedding ceremony had any problem with those female versions of my names, then they made an absolutely magnificent job of not showing it.

"Do you, Andrea Philippa Williamson, take this woman, Jayne Susan Meadows, to be your lawful wedded wife?"

I looked at the utterly delicious woman standing next to me, an absolutely radiant smile upon her gorgeous face, and simply said, never meaning anything more in my entire life, "I do."

"Do you, Jayne Susan Meadows, take this man, Andrea Philippa Williamson," nobody even sniggered, "to be your lawful wedded husband?"

Jayne's beautiful voice rang out, totally clearly. "I do."

"Well, as you both have given your legal vows to one another, it is both my duty and my pleasure to pronounce you as husband and wife." Looking directly at me, the Registrar now suggested, "you may kiss the bride!" As if I'd need asking twice! I took Jayne's lovely head in my hands, my lips found hers and we acknowledged our new marital status with a damn good, long and completely passionate snog! Now THAT was a good start, but as we finally broke away from each other, I clocked Belinda standing in the crowd, and the look of utter lust upon her face told me that my bride and I were heading for an absolutely torrid time as her sex slaves later on. To this day I'm not sure just what the most powerful emotion flowing throughout my body at that precise moment in time, fear, excitement or both!

And at that moment, I reflected, a rather unusual situation had arisen here. For you see, with Jayne and Sandra being sisters, my former wife had now legally become my sister-in-law, with my previous sister-in-law now having the status of being my officially wedded wife!

But the prospect, of being helpless in Sandra's and Belinda's hands would have to wait, for next up was the formal reception of Jayne's and my special day. Which were utterly delightful, it felt so good to be sitting next to this absolutely stunningly sexy lady, all in traditional white, knowing that she was now my legal wife. And we had an entire future together, beginning with being joined and 'locked' together tonight. So, neither Jayne nor I drunk too much alcohol at all, just restricting ourselves to the traditional wedding champagne toasts.

And so, onto the normal dancing in the evening, instead of the usual 'slow' first dance, Jayne had opted for something a bit livelier, Dua Lipa's superb track, 'Physical.' Which, the utterly determined, lustful look upon Belinda's lovely face had fully warned me, events were to most certainly become later.

Finally, it was time for Jayne and I to depart for the wedding night within the 'Bridal Suite.' With nobody outside of the four of us knowing the role that Sandra and Belinda were due to play, just as nobody knew what we had subjected them to when they married. Therefore, it was some time before they arrived, time we used fully to wash and toilet, although, as agreed between us, we were still fully clothed when they did enter our boudoir.

Because that meant, just as we had treated them of course, that they could order us to undress each other. And, to no surprise to me naturally, it soon became utterly crystal clear that Belinda was the 'Mistress of Ceremonies' here, with Sandra appearing to be almost as submissive as Jayne and I. For it was her voice that rang out.

"Why are you still fully dressed?" Because she'd asked us to be, but only so she could play her games. "This situation is completely unacceptable, so you will now undress one another. One item at a time!" As we had done to them, but that still didn't stop the excitement flowing throughout Jayne and myself, as we willingly obeyed. Until Jayne was just wearing her lovely white satin basque, white skimpy satin panties, and white sheer nylon stockings. With myself dressed very similarly, a suspender belt instead of a basque, being the only difference.