This is a sequel to the story "Husband's Humped on Honeymoon"; while this is a stand-alone story, you would appreciate it better if you read that story first, right here on literotica.
Also, to respond to a common question that we've been asked -- Yes, this is all real, and not a figment of our imagination!!!
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It had been a really busy Friday at work, and I had spent all week clearing out the backlog that had piled up during the three weeks that I had taken off for my marriage and honeymoon thereafter. I was quite exhausted and looking forward to the weekend.
As I reached home, which is in a large apartment complex, I wearily trudged from the parking towards the lift. As I loosened my tie, undid my collar button and unbuttoned my cuffs, my mind began to relax. I soon picked up my pace, anxious to meet my dear wife.
Since the wild honeymoon, the first week at work had been quite tame. We'd had sex only once, and that too a plain old-fashioned classical fuck. Guess the daily routine had taken its toll on both of us, but I was hoping the weekend would bring something special.
As I rang the doorbell, I was fully expecting my wife to rush out and hug me, as had been the case during the rest of the week. My wife's voice rang out loud and clear, "Come!"
Surprised, I tentatively tried the door, and, finding it open, I entered. I assumed that my wife was pre-occupied with some chore, and hence could not come to the door; I couldn't have been more wrong!!
The living room lights had been turned off, and there was only the soft light of a corner lamp. I was pleasantly surprised, and thought that I was in for a romantic evening. But all such fallacies quickly evaporated when I saw my wife.
She was sitting ram-rod straight on the couch, dressed in a snug fitting leopard print full length night robe, tied tightly round her waist. She was wearing black high heels, and had one her legs crossed in such a manner that the slit in the robe was showing off her shapely legs all the way till mid-thigh. Her hair was set in loose waves that surrounded her stern looking face, eyes lined with mascara, and she was wearing a really dark shade of lipstick. The robe had a really deep plunging neckline, and a good one-third of her juicy boobs were glowing in the soft light.
"I've been too lenient with you, bitch!" She said, wagging a finger at me.
"Yes ma'am," I quickly responded, recalling the previous incident during our honeymoon. It was pointless to resist, and I had no intention of giving her any excuse to be even stricter than whatever she had already planned. "Do you remember what I said to you during the honeymoon?" she demanded, rising to her full height. With those heels, and that hairstyle, she was a good inch or so taller than me, and the lighting clearly added to that effect.
"Yes ma'am," I murmured, as I quickly looked down, hanging my head.
"And what is that, my bitch??" she enquired, grabbing my chin tight with a manicured hand, and lifting my head so that she could look me in the eye.
"Ma'am, panties....," was all I could manage, as she grabbed my semi-erect dick with a sudden fluid motion with her other hand amidst a rustling of the silk robe.
"Mmmm.....getting hard, eh?" she laughed, "Well, we'll see how long that lasts!"
"I'll do whatever you say, Ma'am," I pleaded, "please be lenient with me, I'll behave, I promise!!"
At that, she gave my dick one tight squeeze, and then pushed me back roughly with her other hand. She picked up a bundle from a nearby side-table, and threw it at me. As I caught it, she said "Put these on, you naughty boy! I want you out here in 10 minutes flat!!"
I scampered to the bedroom and quickly opened the packed, for I knew that not meeting her deadline would be akin to waving a red flag in front of a raging bull. Inside the packet were a blue denim mini-skirt, a white and grey full-sleeved pullover, and the sexiest black lace lingerie set that I'd ever seen. The panties were designed so that was an extra fold of lace that hung around the body like a really short skirt. The bra was padded, and also had some lace fringes.
As I hurriedly undressed, I heard her call out, "Hurry up, naughty!! I'm waiting!!!"
I quickly got naked and first put on the panties. It was a weird feeling at first, feeling the lace against my skin, and especially against my balls and dick. I was completely hard by then, and my dick was at its usual best, leaking pre-cum all over. No matter what I tried, it was difficult to fit my fully erect pole into the panties, and it kept peeping out over the waistband of the panties. Finally, I solved the matter by placing it slightly diagonally. By that time, the rear of the panties had ridden up my ass, and was clinging to my butt-crack tightly.
Getting into the bra was another challenge altogether. Conceptually, I knew how to wear one, but since this was my first time, I made a real mess of it. After much struggling and trying, I finally managed to get it on.
"You're late!! Come out quickly, naughty!!" She summoned, as I scrambled into the pull-over, and then the mini-skirt. It was an utterly new sensation, having my legs loose. I suppose the closest that I had ever come to this was while stepping out of the shower wearing a towel. As I rushed out the room, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, and I felt a tingle run up my spine.
"And walk sexy when you come out!!" She ordered, and instead of running out, as was my original intention, I slipped into a catwalk. She was sitting as before, back straight, and a commanding look on her face.
"Not bad," she said, "I must say you look quite pretty!"
I blushed, and said "Thank you, Ma'am."
"Now for the finishing touches," she said, whipping out a lipstick from within her robe's pocket. She quickly painted my lips, and then stepped back to admire her handiwork. She went back, and perched herself back on the couch and ordered, "Now dance for me, you naughty bitch!"
Unsure of where to begin, I started by moving my hips in what I hoped was a suggestive manner, while moving my hands all over myself, as I had seen in the movies.
"Mmmm....something's missing," she pondered, "I know. Your boobs are not good enough. Wait a sec, let me fix that!!" She glided into the bedroom, her heels making a sharp clicking sound against the marble floor as the robe flowed in her wake.
She returned with a pair of 'Squeezees', a soft inflated polyurethane ball the size of a large apple, with soft spikes on the surface. She lifted my pullover and put one into the cup of each bra, and then patted down my 'boobs' after putting the pullover back into place.
