My wife and I are very happily married with a fairly active sex life but I always seem to want more. So once every couple of months we play a sexual "game" for about a week that is designed to get me hornier than hell and keep me hard and without allowing me to cum.
Have I mentioned I like to crossdress? My wife doesn't totally embrace my crossdressing but she does tolerate it and is a good enough sport that she's sometimes willing to participate and enhance my experience. Out of respect for my wife I only dress up when she's not home or when we play the "game".
I'm also an exhibitionist. But not the type that likes to streak or flash women with a hard-on. No, I like to go out in public dressed as a woman. I'm not passable so most of my excursions are early morning or late at night when there's a chance of being seen but no guarantee. The thought of being caught while I'm dressed all feminine really turns me but I'd die of humiliation if I was caught.
I usually select pretty conservative outfits when I go outside. In fact sometimes when I'm wearing women's low rise jeans or shorts with a woman's polo top someone might mistake the clothing for men's from behind but wouldn't mistake me from the front. That's because I always wear a stuffed bra but the amount of stuffing varies with how risqué I want the outfit to be. I have bras with cup sizes of B through 40DD and when my bra is filled with my 40DD breast forms they can be seen from a block away.
Other times I will wear a skirt or dress with heels but again they're pretty conservative and not designed to attract attention. That's not say I don't have a lot of very sexy and revealing clothing but I usually don't leave the house when I'm dressed like that.
I say usually, because when we play the "game" and my wife participates in my crossdressing, she sometimes orders me to dress like a slut, or even worse, only in sexy lingerie then sends me outside.
The "game" my wife and I play has very specific rules that I must follow or the game ends. As I indicated the game lasts for a week and if I follow every order then I'm rewarded with an entire week and weekend of crossdressing. My wife's goal is to end the game early by ordering me to do something and I refuse.
The game starts with me e-mailing my wife with an activity I want her to force me to complete as well as what woman's outfit I want to wear the following weekend. The outfit must be feminine enough it can't be mistaken for men's clothing -- so much for going out in pants! The activity must be away from our house in a public location where there's a better than even chance of me being seen.
Also, the activity must be one I've never completed before and one I'd only complete if I was horny enough. Meaning if I'd complete it without a week of build up and blue balls, then it's not risqué enough.
My wife then comes up with some activities in risqué outfits that are challenging for me to complete during the week. Only if I successfully complete every activity she give me will she order me to complete the activity I initially told her I wanted to do and then be allowed a weekend of crossdressing.
This also gives my wife has a week to think about what she can change about my upcoming weekend's activity or outfit to make it more risqué. Yes she has authority to modify the activity or outfit as she sees fit. I'm normally the dominant in our relationship but when I crossdress I become very submissive and it's my wife's turn to be in charge.
It must be my good Catholic upbringing that gives me so much guilt over pleasure because I could never perform the activities dressed the way my wife orders me to on my own. But being ordered by my wife I have no guilt and get turned on beyond belief.
For instance, I once wanted to be taken for a ride in the car early one Saturday morning with her driving and I dressed in a skirt, top, bra, pantyhose and heels. I'd be forced to sit in the passenger seat of our car dressed as a woman while she drove me anywhere she chose and I'd be completely at her mercy. Perhaps another driver might pull along our car and see me or my wife would drive on the highway and then along side a truck keeping pace with it till the driver noticed me. I'd have no choice but to be seen, embarrassed and humiliated! The ultimate turn-on for me!!
I performed every activity throughout the week and was looking forward to my reward -- the drive in the car. With a week to think about it, my wife came up with a few enhancements to my fantasy to make it more risqué.
Instead of pantyhose and B-cup bra, my wife ordered me to wear a garterbelt with stockings and the matching panties and 40DD bra. The skirt was a mini skirt vs. the one I wanted which came to my knees and the top she chose was sheer. She also had me put on make-up, clip-on earrings and a long blonde wig.
As soon as I sat in the car I knew I would attract the attention of anyone who glanced my way. Besides the sheer top over the red bra, my skirt was so short the tops of my stockings and garters showed. As we backed out of the driveway and headed for the highway, I just kept telling myself I asked for it and to enjoy the ride (yes, a play on words).
I swear my wife hit every red light intentionally so we'd have to stop and allow other cars to pull alongside. I refused to look at another car's passengers but out of the corner of my eye I could see some drivers or passengers do a double take when they looked at me.
I said "Mistress, are you slowing down to hit all the red lights on purpose?" When I'm dressed as a woman I'm not allowed to call my wife anything but Mistress and she calls me slut. It's a constant reminder that she's in charge and I must do whatever she orders me to.
"Yes slut, you do want to be seen dressed as a woman don't you? Otherwise why did you pick this activity?
She continued talking without giving me a chance to respond. "I'm going to spend the next couple of hours showing you off as much as I can. But if you want me to stop, just say the safe word and I'll drive you home. But remember what happens if you use the safe word."
"Blue balls" was my safe word and it was also very descriptive. According to the rules of the game, which stupid ass me created, if I chicken out and refuse to do whatever my wife orders me to, then the game ends immediately and without me cumming, my wife will lock a chastity device on my cock. For the next four weeks I must satisfy her every sexual want and need but get no sexual release -- hence the safe word blue balls.
Only after the four weeks have passed will my wife give me a chance to have the chastity device removed. And per the rules of the game that I wrote, I must perform the same activity I refused to do four weeks prior only in a more risqué outfit. If I refuse again, then its four more weeks in the chastity device till I'm allowed the opportunity to perform the same activity. My wife will not release my cock from the chastity device until I perform whatever activity she originally ordered no matter how long it takes me give in and perform it. Talk about blue balls!
This is definitely a great incentive to do whatever risqué things my wife dreams up. And since my wife would never order me to do something that would get me arrested, there's no reason not to do whatever she orders other than my complete and total embarrassment and humiliation. To date I've always done as ordered but she is making it more difficult every time we play the game.
Needless to say I didn't use the safe word and she continued to drive me around. When we got on the highway my wife did pull along side a couple of big rigs and even a tour bus. Because of the tinted windows on the buss my wife couldn't tell if anyone was looking at me so she honked the horn a few times to make sure I had everyone's attention. She ordered me to smile and face the buss then wave until we passed the bus.
How humiliating! I couldn't see who was looking at me but they could sure look down into the car and see all of me. And I had to smile at them and continue waving for the three minutes it took my wife to finally pass the bus. I know my face was as red as the color of the lingerie I was wearing.
By this time we were out of town and into an area that wasn't heavily populated. My wife took the next highway exit and pulled over and stopped.
She turned to me and said "OK slut its time for you to get out and go for a walk."
"What do you mean go for a walk?" I asked.
"You're going to get out of the car and walk across the overpass to the other side of the highway where I'll pick you up."
I thought about what I as wearing and said "Oh Shit" to myself. Granted we were out of town but occasionally there were cars on this overpass. And anyone on the highway looking up would see me.
I knew I didn't have a choice so I reluctantly got out of the car.
As soon as I closed the door my wife locked it then rolled down the window a couple on inches. She said "If I drive across the overpass right now I'll have to wait for you. So I'm going to get back on the highway and drive up a couple of exits then get off and turn around. It may take me 15 or 20 minutes but you don't mind waiting do you slut?"
Of course I minded waiting! I was dressed like a slut and if anyone used the overpass I was guaranteed to be seen. There was no place for me to hide!! What if a person driving passed me stopped? What would I do? What could I say?
