All day Friday, Carol was fidgety but tight lipped. She made Bill eat her wet pussy four or five times. On Saturday, Bert dropped off a package in the early morning which, once she saw the contents, only ramped her up. The only thing she told her husband was that they would both get prepared to leave at 5:00 pm.
At 4:00, Carol called Bill into the bathroom and handed him a razor. His instructions were to remove all chest, pubic and leg hair, and to be ready to get dressed within the hour.
When the clock struck five, she summoned Bill to the bedroom and told him to undress. He stood naked quietly, the metal cap of his cage forced what little penile skin he did have, into his compacted scrotum, forbidding any blood to engorge his boy cock in any way. She explained to him that the ceremony that night was for clergy only, so both of them had to dress appropriately.
She drew from the package, two pairs of ladies' black nylon panties, simple in design, as all of the nuns would wear beneath their habits. Bill admired the form fitted panties as Carol slipped hers on. When he stepped into his and pulled them up, his panties had the obvious bulge of the cage beneath. He did enjoy the smoothness of the fabric, and the snugness of the elastic waist- and leg bands.
Next, were two pairs of black nylons and a matching garter. He watched how his wife rolled hers up to the toes, and worked her way upwards to keep the scant fabric in tension. Once he had his pulled up tight, he stared at the material stretched over his constricted manhood, see his own feminization first hand. Carol reached around his waist to snap the garter together in the front. While Bill clipped the nylons in place, Carol couldn't help but to slip a hand down his panties, just to feel how his cock struggled to become erect within the confines of his cage and sexy lingerie.
There need to be only one bra, sized appropriately for her. Then she pulled out two long black gowns, each of the proper length so as not to show an ankle, yet not drag on the pavement as they walked. Shoes with modest, one-inch heels would complete the lower part of their attire.
The next item was the cap and veil, not the kind that goes over the face, but rather one that kept one's hair from sight. The veil was black, the cap over the forehead would be virgin white. She set hers first, pinning it snugly, and then adjusted his so that you would barely know he wasn't female.
The last items sent were two prayer beads, to complete the look.
Carol took him to the bathroom and plucked his eyebrows to something less manly, and applied a powder to make her husband more pale and demure.
With their clothing in place, the two stepped out into the street where a driver waited. They both got into the back, each of them nervously awaiting their adventure, though Bill was much less enthusiastic, as it seemed that everyone else invited to this soiree knew what to expect.
They arrived and Father Albert introduced himself to Bill. "You are expected to attend confession first, Billy. You do remember how to do that, don't you?"
The submissive nodded politely and followed the priest, and six or so of other priests and nuns, into the church.
Once inside, he saw the lights indicating that a priest was in the confessional, and that one of the chambers next door was vacant. He slipped inside the curtain and saw the kneeler in the near darkness, lit only by the meshed screen separating him from the priest who would absolve him of any confessions admitted. The silhouette was definitely of old Father Albert.
When he looked into the meshed screen, he had expected to see a priest, wearing a black robe and traditional white collar. Instead, he recognized Father Albert as naked, at least from the belly up, wearing only the white collar. And, when his curiosity caused him to look down to see if the man was entirely naked, Bill gasped at the sight of a nun, sucking on his erect cock. It looked like an old version of Sister Mary Luke, his fourth grade teacher at St. Andrew's School. She was naked as well, her sixty-something-year-old tits waggled as she fellated the priest.
"You may begin, my son," he whispered, as if everything was normal.
"Oh, uh, forgive me, Father, I have sinned."
"And what depraved things have you done, my son?"
"Well, I have inpure thoughts, and have watched many men make love to my wife, Father."
"I see. Do you watch them fuck your wife like you could never do? Do you sit there like an obedient cuckold, Billy?"
"Yes, Father."
