This is the sequel to "Penance Day Prologue", and "Siesta for two?". Feel free to read those first or directly go into the story. And please do leave me your comments.
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"So, what do you want me to do?"
I just stepped out of the shower, naked, my dick still half hard and I look expectantly at my wife.
"I told you, nothing special. Just you wait and see how the day develops. You could start by getting dressed. Put on the red posing slip and your bubble butt jeans."
Ahhh, the red posing slip, legend among her friends, the ultimate show-off underwear for him.
It is a fire red wet-look slip. The front is cut like a pouch and makes even small dicks look good. Big ones look just amazing, especially when half hard as mine is now.
The sides are cut very high, and the back covers your crack but not even half of your cheeks.
In short, they make an average man look like a stud, somebody fit and hung looks like an ancient fertility god.
During a hike with friends in France, we came to a lake. As none had any swimsuit with them, I suggested to swim naked.
Obviously, they refused and we swam in our underwear. Since then, my posing slip (and its content) is a legend among my wife's friends.
I reach into the shelf, put on the red posing slip, then search for the jeans.
"They must be in the laundry."
"In the garage, with the washed and ironed stuff."
I walk away tightening my butt muscles and can feel her eyes fondling my asset while I walk up the stairs.
The sun is shining brightly through the large panorama windows, it feels good on my skin. I can feel my half hard dick and nut sack move in my pouch, hmmm, pleasant feeling.
"Good morning, Mister Alex."
Arghh, Friday morning, I totally forgot Gorzata, our cleaning woman. She is at the end of the long corridor that leads to the garage, in a niche where the iron board stands.
I have to get past her, half naked. No, worse, more than naked, because the slip shows off all my goods very favorably.
I try to act cool, mumble,
"Hi there!"
She stares straight at my hardening dick, the bulging pouch. I force myself to walk down the corridor, speed up a little to get to the garage and out of her eyes, while her insolent eyes fondle my heavy balls and my stiffening rod.
Blushing, I brush past her, reach the door to the garage and close it behind me.
Anja must have set me up! She knows I always forget when Gorzata comes and used this to make me walk down the hallway worse than naked in front of her. Ahh, the bitch!
The bubble butt jeans is draped tidily over the edge of a washing crate. A normal pair of Levi's, they make my bum look particularly round and muscled, they are one of Anja's favorites in my cupboard.
I am fuming, but also strangely excited by this situation.
"So you think you are clever! But wait, two can play this game. You want me to strut my stuff in front of our cleaning woman? You think I am embarrassed? Watch me do it!"
I slowly contract my sphincter muscle, and release again, contract and release, squeezing hard thereby pumping blood in my dick.
The weirdness of the situation helps and in seconds, I have a raging hardon that stretches the thin material of the slip to its bursting point.
I take the jeans, drape it over my arm, open the door into the corridor and walk towards Gorzata again, my dick now fully erect under the straining material very, very visible.
She turns around, her eyes glide down my body and widen slightly.
"Gotcha!" I think and walk on, feeling the blood rush through my veins, my dick pumping and jumping.
Then I hear her say: "Mister Alex?"
