A couple years ago I was invited to attend an old friends wedding. When I called to decline due to finances my friend suggested I could stay with her older brother. "You know I lost my virginity to him, that might makes things awkward for his wife or my boyfriend." I knew he was married but I had never met his wife.
"Call them," Nikki said, "Karine isn't that bad and I really want you at my wedding. I'll even let you bring your worthless boyfriend." Though we lived over a thousand miles apart, Nikki knew most of my complaints about my boyfriend (not all). After the call I pondered if I really wanted to go. It had been years, but I still missed Nikki's brother lovemaking, even though he treated me like dirt. Oddly enough I was jealous of whatever woman he had married. My boyfriend James, friends call him Jim, I call him Jenny when he is wearing panties was still barely making money as a cook. We could barely afford the tickets to fly, if we didn't have to pay for a hotel and could cook our own meals in a kitchen we would be able to swing it.
If James didn't want to go I decided I would go without him. Then again would Karl and Karine let us stay? I called to find out.
".....Hello," answered Karine in a kind voice.
"Yes, this Bri, I am a childhood friend of Karl and Nikki.."
"Oh Brianna." She said, her voice acknowledging some sort of familiarity. "You have become a stranger to these parts, I hope you have plans to rectify the situation," she kidded. You missed Karl and my wedding, you are not going to blow off Nikki's are you?" There was a warmth and confidence in her tone that would have made me feel welcome and safe. Did she know about the things I had done with Karl? Nikki?
"Actually that is what I am calling about, I have a huge favor to ask of you...." and we discussed Jim and I staying at their place for the week before the wedding. She outlined the inconvenience and hassle that it would involve. She was friendly but matter of fact.
"Sometimes Karl and I have very vocal sex, I wouldn't want to be inhibited for a whole week."
"I understand, we would do anything if you allowed us to stay with you."
"Anything?" She asked with erotic intrigue.
After a second of hesitation I answered in my most submissive and compliant whisper, "Anything!" There was a pause on the other end and then she told me that she would ensure Karl allowed us to stay only on the condition that James served as their cook for the week and I helped with the housework as a maid. "Really, that is all you want." I tried not to sound disappointed.
"Hmmm," she laughed on the other end. "We are doing very well financially and have considered hiring help around the house. That is what you should tell your boyfriend Jim. Between you and me," she cleared her throat softly, "My ass-hole needs a break from Karl's cock and....," I couldn't help giggling, "He seems to have fond memories of yours." She waited for me to respond. I was working out the words, the questions, and then she answered them for me. "I am a Nurse and Karl is a pharmaceutical representative. We can spike Jim's drink every-night and he will never know."
"OK." I answered eagerly.
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Jim was excited for a chance to return. We grew up in neighboring towns. He also was surprisingly excited to become a couples personal chef. I realized that both of us were willing to become somebodies servant and filed it in my brain to bring up again later.
I asked him if he was going to wear panties since we were going back home. He gave it some thought and decided that he should wear them at night but not during the day. I say 'should' because although Nikki knows he wears panties she doesn't know he sometimes wets the bed. It is an inconvenience in our life, but I have found that he is less likely to wet if he is sleeping in a pair of his favorite satin panties.
We both put in for vacation time and booked flights. The best part of the trip was when Jim had his carry-on luggage searched and the inspector actually unrolled each pair of panties he had packed. She held up the little roll he had carefully made, gave it a squeeze, unrolled it, looked inside and showed it to her supervisor. When she unrolled a pink floral print one her supervisor commented, "I used to have a a pair of those. Comfy" Jim was beat red. When it was over he was about to complain but the supervisor said, "Don't get your panties in a bunch, unless you want to volunteer for a strip search." Jim's anger melted and he sulked like a school girl on the verge of tears as he repacked his bags. I knew he was wearing white cotton panties for the flight out and the prospect of being strip searched terrified him.
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Jim was still flustered when landed at the airport. Karine was there to pick us up in a very large and shiny SUV. She was absolutely beautiful, thirty something years old with auburn hair and fit curves. She stopped and looked at my boyfriend for a second, "Jimmy?" She looked harder, "You grew up on Cascade Ave." Jim looked at her. "It's Karine, I used to babysit you, you called me Scary-Kary."
"Oh my gosh," He nodded, "Small world."
Karine updated us on an array of local gossip and wedding issues as we drove to her place, they lived in a newer development on a bluff over the river. A very nice place. As we pulled into the garage she said, "Let me show you both around and get you in your room and then Jimmy you can be a good boy and grab the bags." I wondered if she meant to be so condescending. They had a nice house with nice things and great views. We stopped in the kitchen and she turned to Jim, "Jimmy, what do you think?"
"It is so much larger and better equipped then mine."
She looked and me and quipped, "So is my husband."