Beth was out at her book club. I had put the kids to bed hours ago, and was anxiously waiting for her to come home. She always drank too much at book club, and would come home feeling a little adventurous. I was never sure what to expect, but I laid naked under the covers.
Finally I heard her keys in the front door, and her slow drunken walk up the stairs. She came into the bedroom, closed the door, and locked it. "Well, hello. I hope you're not expecting me to be too easy tonight."
And then I was hard.
She walked over to the bed and tore off the covers. She came over to my side of the bed, grabbed hold of my cock, and pulled it toward her. "Stand up, slut."
I did as I was told. She kept her grip on my cock as she pulled me toward the closet. "You are very presumptuous to assume I want to use one of these things tonight," as she yanked my tool. "I think I'll be a lesbian tonight, so this will never do. Stand here."
She went into the closet and came out with a couple items: A pink lace thong, and a black silky camisole. She set them on the bed. "Put these on."
I had never done anything like that, and wasn't sure how I felt about it. "Hang on, Beth. I don't think..."
And suddenly she had my balls in a tight grip. "I don't need my first lesbian lover to think, or speak. I need her to wear something pretty. Are you able to do that?"
As she spoke, she squeezed my balls tighter. I just nodded. "I thought so. Now be pretty."
First, I put on the thong. It could barely contain my cock in the front, but I managed to tuck it in. The thin strip of lace up my ass was uncomfortable, but not totally unpleasant. Next was the camisole. I had to admit that the silk felt nice up against my body. I admired myself in the full-length mirror. I wouldn't say I was pretty, but I could already see a little pre-cum soaking through the front of the thong.