Leaning across the bed to kiss her husband goodbye, Amy noticed her own naughty scent still clinging to his chin. "How lazy," she thought, "I really need to teach Mike how to clean up after sex." Fortunately for him, there was no time for admonishment this morning. She had a big meeting with the CEO in less than an hour and a crucial dinner with clients tonight. Besides, Mike had been so enthusiastic. It'd be a shame to discourage him when he was trying so hard to improve.
Kissing Mike on his forehead, Amy gently reminded him to get up and get ready for work. Then she grabbed her keys, straightened her skirt, and checked the mirror one last time.
She was pushing 5'6" in heals, and her dark hair fell perfectly over her shoulder. It took a full day at the mall, but she'd found the perfect blouse for the big meeting today. She needed something that looked professional but dipped in the front to show just the right amount of cleavage to get the CEO's attention. She needed him laser focused on her, but not too distracted by the work her 34E push-up bra was doing.
Turning her hips, Amy mused that she still wanted to lose 5 more lbs, but she was damn close to her target weight. Her ass was practically a shelf in this tight pencil skirt, and that was also by design. She wanted the CEO paying attention even when her back was turned. Simply put, she had to be perfect today. This would be her first big meeting since being promoted and nothing could be allowed to mess it up or distract her.
With a glance over her shoulder, Amy's thoughts strayed to the less than satisfying experience last night. She had wanted to relax and get her mind off of work, so Amy put on the black garter belt and fishnet stockings that always made Mike so excited. Lowering the lights, she sauntered into the living room, stepped between Mike and the TV, and slowly bent over so her ass was pointing directly at his face. "Take them off with your teeth," she had practically commanded.
Mike loved having her undergarments in his face. She could always turn him on like a dog in heat, but the fun usually ended there. Predictably, last night was yet another disappointment. He was a kind man who excelled at foreplay, and he was a genius with his tongue and hands. Still, sometimes a girl just wants to be fucked. "Oh well," she thought, "Mike is such a sweet and attentive husband, but what am I supposed to do if he can't stay hard or fuck hard?"
Resolutely putting it out of her head, she shifted her blouse one last time, and headed in to the office.
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As soon as the door shut, Mike opened his eyes. He'd been awake for an hour or so, listening to Amy shower and thinking about last night. Those fishnet stockings had been discarded on the foot of the bed, but he didn't dare touch them until her car rumbled down the street.
Mike had a very deep and extremely private secret. As a teen, he'd had a healthy obsession with porn. In fact, he'd exclusively indulged in lesbian porn. What could be finer than two women coming together, soft satin lingerie covering smooth and sensual curves, red lips kissing pink nipples, and silky panties pulled down by immaculately manicured nails? He sometimes watched the porn so intently that he forgot to masturbate.
Then, one desperate afternoon, Mike stumbled across a site full of vintage porn pictures. The women were lovely and natural, and the men were tall and hard. Most importantly, they looked real and genuine. They were authentic. Modern porn was fake and ridiculous by comparison.
One particular imagine caught his eye. A beautiful, petite, dark haired woman sucking a man's cock and staring up into his eyes. Something about the look on her face fascinated him. She looked so vulnerable and satisfied all at once. Without a conscious reason, he imagined himself in the woman's place. She was obviously in heaven, and he desperately wanted to understand that bliss.
Before he knew what was happening, Mike had cum all over himself while holding his mouth open in a wide O shape. He was imagining soft black hair curling down over his shoulder. He could feel the blue nighty slipping down to shyly expose soft perky breasts. Sitting in his own sticky mess, Mike couldn't move or stop thinking about that simple act of looking beautiful and pleasuring someone else. That was the afternoon Mike became obsessed with lingerie and cross-dressing.
Feeling shame and humiliation, he resolved to never look at that site again. When that failed, he resolved to hide his obsession from everyone.
Today, Mike called in sick for work in order to give himself all day to play with Amy's wardrobe. Last night's display had been too much. He was going mad thinking about the sight of Amy's thong peeking out from under her garter belt and the fishnets hugging her thighs just under her buttocks. The way everything slid over her hips as she moved had sealed it. He had to replicate those seductive moves.
Getting in the shower, he decided to do more than shave his legs. He needed to be smooth all over. Today was going to be truly special. He could also try on the makeup he'd been collecting here and there for months. Today was going to be truly special.
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Kicking her feet up on her desk, Amy couldn't help but smile. The meeting had gone well, and the CEO was impressed with the way she presented herself. She had a green light for a new project! Sliding her hands down her chest and over her round hips, she thanked this new lucky outfit. "No, power outfit," she corrected herself.
Of course, the most important part would happen tonight. She needed to seal the deal over dinner with the clients. The presentation, the charts, and the projections were all fine and good, but at the end of the day, the clients were buying her. Dinner would be the test. Tonight, she would have to perform like she had never performed before.
Still the presentation had gone off without a hitch, and after a few hours responding to emails, Amy decided she deserved a rest before dinner. Mike would be at work, and hell, she still needed to get off. A quick round with her favorite vibrator would be just the thing to help her relax.
Before long, Amy was kicking off her heals and stepping on the accelerator, heading for home.
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Mike had gone a little overboard today. After the shower, his whole body was perfectly smooth. He tried on the fishnets and garter belt, and they felt amazing on his skin. But when he looked in the mirror, he was so disappointed. Everything was perfect from the waist down, but his upper half needed help.
An hour later, he returned home with a convincing black wig of shoulder length hair. The curls bounced when he shook his head, and he practiced flipping his hair in front of the mirror over and over. Then he pulled out his secret makeup bag and fell into a trance as he applied foundation, lipstick, eye shadow, liner, and blush.
When everything looked just right, he put on the garter and stockings over some panties he'd fished out of Amy's hamper. Then he tried on every single dress in her closet.
Eventually, he found a dark violet dress with an empire waists that came down to mid thigh. The top wrapped around his neck and let him stuff the bust area, creating the perfect illusion of breasts. He squeezed them in the mirror a few times and realized the image staring back at him was one hell of a sexy woman.
He was nearly 5'9" barefoot, and he was dying to order some heals to practice walking in. Shockingly, his face didn't look familiar at all. It was soft and feminine, framed by beautiful dark locks of hair. His body swayed alluringly, and he realized his awkwardly broad hips were killing it in the dress he picked out. He actually got a little wet after turning around and seeing his amazing ass. "Yes yes yes," he thought, "she will do very nicely."
