Part l
My first Friday as Jean:
Although I work at home, I still took the day off to make sure all the housework was done. Rene called on her lunch hour and said she bought a surprise for me, that she felt naughty and wanted us to spend the weekend doing naughty things. I was hard at the word naughty; my beautiful wife is such a tease and enjoys role-playing. Naughty is like her code word and always means over the top sex for her and me. Her last words before she hung up were,
"And don't you dare touch that nasty thing between your legs until after I get home."
By five, the house was clean, all the laundry was done, and dinner just needed a warming in the oven. I sat in the front room with a glass of white wine awaiting my bride, my love, my queen. As I waited, I pondered on how such a nerd as I, could ever have ended up married to such wonderful woman. I know she pursued me, as I was far too shy even to talk to such a campus queen. Rene was the star of the swim team, the anchor of the four by relays she help set a state record that stood for years. She was a Delta all four years of school and dated all the big jocks and popular boys. As for me I was a math geek plain and simple, I mean I was good at what I did and was renown among my peers but to Rene and her crowd I was unknown.
That changed as we both took voice for reasons other than singing, she for breath control and thus better swimming times. As for me, I had a formula buried deep in my head about octaves and metallurgy. I thought if I could learn to sing in a higher octave it would lead to successful research. I guess we found common ground because neither of us could sing, somehow that grew into a friendship that morphed into dating. Don't ask me how I still don't understand it but it changed my life and my happiest day was the day we married.
My wife's car in the driveway brought me back to the present. She came in and collapsed into our wingback chair, dropping her purse and briefcase on the floor.
"Oh my god what an afternoon, I'm exhausted. Our new product line is in the tank and at the last minute they wanted massive changes to the add layout. Mr. Orson, what a dear he is finally told me to go home and we would finish it Monday. I wanted this to be a naughty weekend and now I'm so tired all I can think of is rest."
"Don't worry about it dear, just let me serve you, you relax."
I dropped to my knees in front of her and slipped off her shoes. I began to rub her feet and it made me feel good when I heard her sigh with pleasure.
"I swear Gene, you know just how to please me, it's just what I need, just serve me, please me."
It was when I looked up to answer her that I saw up her skirt and realized she wasn't wearing pantyhose but stockings.
"Oh darn you saw my surprise, well how do you like them?"
With a smile on her face, she stood up, then raised her skirt to show me the tops of her nylons attached to straps hanging down from her panties.
"I went shopping with Carol at lunch today and when she talked about how much a garter belt and stockings turned her husband on, I bought one also."
I ran my hands up her nylon-covered leg to the bare skin just below her panties. It felt so erotic and my erection was throbbing I put my fingers to her slit to feel her clit sticking out and I rubbed it softly.
"Not so fast cowboy I thought you were serving me tonight. I still have another tired foot that needs massaging."
She put her other foot in my face; it was slightly damp with perspiration from being in her shoe all day. Somehow, I found this highly arousing and with my nose buried in the base of her toes, I inhaled deeply. Now as I rubbed her foot I began to kiss her toes putting each one in my mouth and gently sucking. When I got to the one next to her big toe, it reminded me of sucking her clit and I told her so.
This must have excited her as she invited me between her legs. I leaned forward and put my mouth right where I knew her clit to be.
"Gene I want so much for you just to serve me all weekend, just be my servant, my bitch. I feel so naughty I want this whole weekend to be just about me, after the day I had I deserve it."
She grabbed my head to hold it to her wet panties as she orgasmed in a flood. After, she leisurely ran her wet pantied covered crotch over my face, saying she wanted me to wear her scent. Most of the time when we have sex, I lick Rene until she cums and then we fuck until I cum, so I stood to unfasten my trousers.
"Not so fast Jeanie, I said this weekend is all about me and I mean only me. If I let you spurt your silly little juice, you'll no longer want to play. You just keep that little pecker in your pants, do you hear me missy?"
Jeanie, missy, little pecker, why was she talking to me like this? Even more important was why this kind of talk excited me so much, I mean she was humiliating me but it was turning me on. I got back on my knees in front of her and following her lead I begged,
"Please Miss. Rene, I need relief, when you talk like that it drives me crazy, I'm just throbbing down there, I promise to serve you all weekend, forever even, but can't you just let me this once?"
"OK we will make this a test, I'll do what you want, and then you'll do whatever I say no matter what."
She instructed me to take down my pants and then she took my erection in her hand and began to rub.
"God you are so pathetic you just have no self control and just look at this thing you call a cock. This is not a cock, it's not even a penis, it's more like a cockette, or maybe I should call it a clitty. Here let me rub your clitty right here on your special spot."
I was so hot I thought I might pass out and when she rubbed that place right under the head I came in a torrent right into her hand.
"Do you see what I mean missy, a real cock needs to be stroked up and down, but I only need rub your clitty to make you orgasm."
