I'm at the kitchen table, with my laptop open. Mrs. B. is cleaning up the supper dishes. My beautiful young wife comes into the kitchen, she's changed since supper.
"Oh, my. Don't you look lovely?"
"Why thank you dear."
She's wearing her angora sweater. It's pale pink, with that big kind of collar that lays across her shoulders and flows down her chest in.a revealing scoop. Her snug cream skirt's hem is two inches above her knees. Her legs are covered in smooth shiny natural nylons. Her makeup is just on the slutty side of subtle with the pink lip gloss.
"I feel like going to a club tonight."
"OK. let me just close this and change into something more appropriate."
"No, dear. You're not coming."
"But Tanya.."
She touches her right index finger to her lips, then to mine. "Edward, you know it annoys me when you beg. Now, I've laid out something for you to wear when I get home.
"Mrs. B., you'll help Eddie with the zipper, won't you? Please?
"Yes, of course Missus."
I suppress a sob.
Tanya takes my left hand. "Come dear, help me with my boots." She leads me to the foyer and sits on the padded bench below the big mirror.
I obediently get to my knees and remove her spike heel fur trimmed bedroom slippers. I slide a hand up her smooth shapely legs. Then I slip her soft white knee high, four inch heel 'come fuck me' boots onto those perfect legs.
Tanya stands. "My pink one."
I hold her elbow length sleeve collarless pink fur stroller jacket for her.
"Kiss." She holds out her right hand palm down. Doesn't want her makeup smeared.
It's no use. I can't concentrate on the work I brought home. Might as well shower and change for her.
"Not too shabby for a seventy year old." I tell myself looking in the full height mirror as I step out of the shower. The jab her doctor gives me once a month keep me bald as a billiard ball. I work out in the condo's gym once a week to stay fit for Her.
And there it is. Crap! My short black 'Lisa' wig. Slutty pink lipstick, glittery pink stick on nails and matching eye shadow. And the slim body hugging hobble dress of shiny pink satin.
I pull it up to my waist, then sit and put on my pink stilettos, before pulling it the rest of the way up and getting my arms into the elbow length sleeves with the frilly cuffs.
Hobbled to less than thirty cm. strides I make my way to the kitchen. Mrs. B isn't there so I go to her suite and knock.
Although she's probably ten years younger than me I always think of her as a grandmotherly older lady, with her grey hair in a conservative short style, a bit of extra weight and rather 'frumpy' clothes.
"There you are sir. Come in."
She moves behind me and pulls up the two way zipper that goes from just below my but up to the frilly wrap around collar, then snaps the little gold padlock closed.
"Missus left these too,"
Pink wide padded leather cuffs on short chains.
"Wrist." She locks one on my right wrist, then secures the chain to the ring on the right waist of my dress, then does the same with my left wrist.
"There you go, sir. All set. Have a nice evening."
"You too Mrs. B."
I go to the den and try to watch TV. I stroke the soft sensual satin of my dress absentmindedly.
Soon I hear Tanya's laugh. She's not alone. I head for the foyer. It's a guy this time.
"Darling, this is Todd. Todd,my husband Eddie."
He's obviously uncomfortable. Young looking, maybe even younger than Tanya. Short brown hair, soft brown eyes, small mouth, slim.
"Take Todd's coat dear." A challenge with my wrists cuffed at my waist.
After his jacket and her fur are in the closet she leads him to the den. Mm? She's still wearing her knee high boots.
"Edward, your stool."
I bring one of the three bar stools over in front of the TV and sit on it facing the couch. While I'm doing that Tanya is unbuttoning Todd's shirt.
I hold back tears as she strips him with lots of kisses. He has a hard young body.
They sit down on the couch and kiss some more.
"Dear, come over here. Todd is a bit shy." She holds up her right index finger to indicate I must pay attention, then points to the carpet at Todd's feet.
Hobbled and wearing extreme spikes I use the arm of the couch and Todd's knee to lower myself to my knees. Her hand goes to the back of my head and pushes me forward.
"Give our guest a kiss, so he knows you're OK with him fucking your wife, dear."
I kiss his knob. Her pressure increases. "Dear." I open my mouth and using my tongue and lips,I slurp his limp cock into my mouth, as my cuffed and chained wrists are too short to touch it. It starts to grow, hard and longer 'till it fills my mouth. Tanya holds my head firmly down until it reaches my gag reflex.
Gh, gh, gh.
She lets me up and snaps her fingers, then points to my stool. I struggle to my feet and obey.
"See, baby, my cuckold sissy wants you to bone me. Isn't he a sweetie?"
Todd lets out a short nervous laugh.
Tanya stands up, and crossing her arms the way ladies do, pulls her soft cuddly sweater over her head and sets it on the bar. She pulls down the zipper on her left hip and her skirt falls to her ankles. Her panties follow. She steps clear and adds them to the top of the bar.
"Want to take off my bra" She sits across Todd's knees. He fumbles with the clips in his excitement. But succeeds.
