The outfit that Roger has sent me is lying on the bed. I just have to raise the nerve to put it on. Although it's early in the morning, a large glass of white wine, may help, I tell myself as I pour it with a slightly trembling hand. I sip it slowly as I look over the various parts of my costume for my meeting. With a small sigh of anticipation I put down the glass and step out of my dressing gown. 'In for a penny. . . I mutter as I pick up the slippery black silk thong. I slide it up my legs, the material feeling soft and slightly cold against my skin. It pulls snugly up between my legs, cupping my neatly trimmed mound and nestling between my buttocks as I pull it high and tight. Next the bra, nothing subtle about this, a fully underwired quarter cup platform bra, in black satin. I slip it around me and fasten the four hooks and eyes, pulling it around and up under my breasts cupping each breast as I pull the cups up and tighten the shoulder straps I take a quick peek in the mirror. The effect is amazing, my medium sized 36B's are sticking out like double D's, offered like ripe fruit on a plate for whatever hand cares to test their firmness. My nipples are beginning to harden in anticipation, peeking over the front of the bra, will I really have the nerve to wear this?
But there's more to the outfit yet. I pick up the suspender belt next which is a black PVC waspie with six whipcord thin straps with metal clips. I fasten it round my waist, sucking in a little as I do up the twelve little black hooks and eyes that make sure it grips me firmly. The stockings feel gorgeous, proper Aristoc sheer black nylons with a point heel and razor thin seams. I ease my foot into one, pulling it over my ankle and gently smoothing it up the length of my leg. The feeling is exquisite as the sheer nylon slides up my thigh, I make sure the seam is as straight as I can get it, hugging the curve of my calf and on up my thigh to where the thick welt fits tight around my leg. I clip the first suspender on at the front, pulling it taught. then the back, reaching as far round as I can get it, to make sure it lines up with the seam, a little more adjustment on this one, it needs to be really tight at the back. Then the middle one, pulling the stocking taught for that extra secure feeling. The other stocking is next, following the same routine, caressing the nylon as it slides up my leg, loving the feel as the clips close and the nylon is pulled tight across my flesh.
I can't resist a quick tease of each nipple and a soft stroke of my pussy lips through the thin silk as I decide what to put on next. I'm horny, I'm very horny and I don't know how the afternoon is going to progress, I just feel very, very excited at what might happen to me later. I decide to put on the blouse next, creamy white silk, thin and slippery as it slides over my arms. I pull the front together and button it. It pulls very tight across my breasts. Now I put on the skirt, black, shiny PVC. A micro-mini, zipping up the side, I pull it up over my nylon clad legs to discover it hardly covers my stocking tops. The smallest lean forward will expose my suspender clips for all to see, along with the white flesh of my upper thigh. When I pull the zip up it hugs my buttocks like a second skin, clearly showing the thin lines of the suspender straps underneath.
Now for the shoes, lovely they are, glistening black patent leather, five inch heels which taper to spikes. I slip my nylon sheathed foot into the first one, wriggling my toes to get them to the end of the closed toe shoe. The double ankle strap I buckle tightly, clipping the little silver padlocks around the buckles (I hope you remember to bring the key!) When the second shoe is on and strapped just as tightly, I stand and walk a few steps, tentatively. I wear heels a lot, but these feel different, they feel like I'm on stilts, the muscles in my calves are taught and I have to walk with my back straight and my shoulders back, emphasising my breasts even more. I slip the soft leather choker around my neck, fastening the buckle I pull the single chrome ring around to the front and let it dangle there, set off delightfully against the black leather.
Now I check my make-up, add a few little touches. My lips are dark red, shiny with gloss. My eyes are bordered with silver-grey eye-shadow and my nails are as shiny and red as my lips. I pick the gloves up off the bed and pull them on, they are black lycra and they stretch past my elbows, the three quarter length sleeves of the blouse falling down over them with the turned up cuffs open. A single thick silver bangle on each wrist and I'm ready. I check the mirror again and swallow loudly, I can't believe how I look, like a high class whore about to earn her keep for the next month. The combination of the heels and the push-up bra make me stand as if I'm offering my breasts on a plate, the sheer nylon and the PVC skirt rustle sinisterly together as I move, and the black bra and the top of the waspie suspender belt are clearly visible through the thin cream silk of my tautly stretched blouse.
She knew the Marriott Royal County Hotel, Graham drove the short distance there. As they pulled into the car park she looked at her watch and saw it was 11.52. They got out of the car, locked it and walked into the hotel and as Alyson walked across the lobby in her high heels she felt as if everyone's eyes were on her. In fact there certainly were two pairs of eyes on her as they headed for the lift. The room was 327 and she assumed it was on the 3rd floor and pressed that button. As the doors opened on the third floor she saw the signs to room 327 and headed that way. She found the door and realised she was shaking. She opened her handbag and took out the room key. She went to put it in the key slot and suddenly hesitated and had a second thought. The key card slipped in and the green light popped on indicating the door was unlocked.
She pushed the door open and they walked in. There was nobody in there which is what she had expected. She saw the fetish clothing on the bed and sex toys and a camera on a tripod. The TV was on and she was amazed to see a slideshow of the photos she had send to Roger earlier. Graham saw an armchair and sat down, knowing he was there merely as an observer of his wife's slutty behaviour.
She walked over to the bed and picked up some of the toys which fascinated her, there were vibrating nipple clamps and a huge double headed dildo. There were bottles of baby oil and a large plastic syringe. She loved the look of the black lycra hood and a length of rope.
Suddenly she heard the door open and in walked Roger but not with James but with a woman that Alyson immediately recognised as being Fiona, Roger's wife. Fiona was wearing a very short black skirt which clearly showed her stocking tops and ultra- high black heeled shoes. Her make-up, in Alyson's eyes, was distinctively tarty.
Roger went over to Alyson and hugged her and said, 'Alyson darling, this is my wife Fiona.'
Fiona hugged Alyson and they could feel their breasts rubbing against each other. Fiona kissed Alyson direct on the lips and then said, 'Hi Alyson, great to meet you.'
Alyson's first reaction was disappointment as she remembered how good it was with Roger and James but that soon disappeared when Fiona said, 'Right slut get over here and let me look at you.'
Alyson walked over to Fiona who was a few inches taller than her. Alyson felt Fiona's hand go under and up her skirt and Fiona said, 'Right let's see how wet you are?'
Fiona forced Alyson's legs apart and her hand soon reached her pussy and could feel that she was wearing the thong. She could also feel that she was quite wet and easing her thong aside slipped a finger inside her. This made Alyson even hornier, she had never met Fiona before and already she was fingering her and loving it. Suddenly Fiona stopped and said, 'Well your cunt's wet enough so let's see your tits.'
Fiona unbuttoned Alyson's blouse and pulled her tits out of her bra and was amazed how big her nipples were. She pinched and squeezed them and loved how Alyson seemed to push her chest forward to enhance the pleasure. Alyson glanced across and saw that Roger was filming her, she also saw that Graham had undressed.
Fiona was now pulling her nipples fiercely and although it hurt Alyson loved the pain. Then suddenly Fiona stopped and said, ''Let me take your panties off, I've got some special ones for you.'
Fiona peeled them down Alyson's legs and she stepped out of them and Fiona handed them to her husband. He held them to his nose and smelt Alyson's pussy juices.
Then Fiona picked up a black pvc pair of panties with an inbuilt dildo and as Alyson stepped into them and pulled them up Fiona eased Alyson's pussy lips apart to accommodate the big black dildo. Alyson sighed with pleasure as she felt it push deep inside her.
Fiona said, OK slut, you're going watch yourself cum now. Do you like watching yourself cum?'
'I don't know,' she replied.
