Ch. 11 New Vows
This is so weird. I am writing about my married life as honestly as I can, and most of it is in the correct order that it happened, but it could be slightly mixed up! Everything written in this story happened sometime over the past 2 years; chapter 9 only this weekend is gone, and chapter 10 only yesterday! From here on, I can only describe present-day events within a day or two!
It's 8 a.m. and the start of a new day. Jess has instructed me to shave close and then shower. She helped using the removal spray foam stuff, telling me to shower again when the timer went off, and she'd be back up with our coffee and toast hopefully before then. She was back in time to check everywhere as I got out of the shower. I loved the softness of the result, especially when Jess applied the moisturizer all over my body. I even dribbled when she smoothed it on there, making her giggle, which in turn started me giggling too. She wrapped me in a huge soft bath sheet and we had breakfast together on the bed.
As we ate breakfast I told Jess of my need to go see my boss about no longer being able to do long trips but to do more UK work, to be at home more, or that after six years I'd have to move on. Jess was quick to point out that the shorter trips were fine. She's okay with the five or six nights away, but otherwise no.
She gave me a pair of white boy-short pants and a lace-wrap dressing gown she'd not worn since our honeymoon. She put on her silky kimono-style housecoat over her nude body. We went down to use our laptops. Jess told me to bring the breakfast tray down with me. Making another coffee, she sat beside me as we both checked our email. Jess replied to two about her coursework; I only deleted a couple. I called the office and made an appointment to see the boss, set for 11:30 today.
I'm glad that's over and done with. Although he wasn't happy about the short notice on the 24-day tour, the boss did agree to my request to stay on more local, i.e., UK tours and short continental work, better than me having to quit. He's short on staff as it is, but I have agreed to do the first six days of this longer tour, meeting up somewhere with my replacement and returning by car.
I met Jess in town for lunch and told her what was agreed upon. She, in turn, brought me up to date by telling me we were going down to Bristol to see her friend Nia and husband Ervan, who were staying on Thursday and Friday nights with them in their guestroom. Friday evening, Ervan was working. He's a DJ in a popular club downtown, and we're invited to watch him at work and keep Nia company!
After a quick visit to the supermarket to pick up some steak for dinner along with a few other essential items before heading home, Jess was eager to try something she said she'd waited too long for, and when I asked what that was she said, "Wait and see. Hopefully, it'll be great!"
Once we were back home mid-afternoon, had put the shopping away and sat drinking coffee, I asked Jess, "What's the plan for the rest of the day? You've already said that you have waited too long for whatever and we're staying in tonight, so you've got something up your sleeve. Are you going to let me in on the secret now?"
"Shortly, Pete. The clue, as I told you yesterday, is that wife training starts today. It should be fun!"
Half an hour or so later I was browsing online about female-led marriages, which seem more common than I had thought and mostly work out okay. Also, me finding pleasure from my wife being fucked to orgasm by a bigger cock or even more than one is not so rare. Maybe this is why people nowadays write their own wedding vows. Anyway, Jess, who has been upstairs a while now, called down telling me to make coffee and bring them up. Of course, I do as I'm told.
"Ah, good. Put it down here, and put those on, will you?" Jess told me as I brought the coffee to put them on the dressing table. There was a pair of white lace T-back thong pants on the bed, so I stripped naked again and put them on, tucking myself as I did, then turned to her.
"Good boy. Come and sit here and relax. Have your coffee while I do your hair, ok babes?"
The next thing is that she's braiding my hair and clips the two plaits on either side towards the back of my head, then she slips my arms through the shoulder straps of one of her white lacy bras and fastens them around me, surprising me because of the breast forms in the cups. She tells me to stand, makes sure that they're in correctly, then steps back, saying "What do you think, Pete? It's the same size as me, 34c, and will make everything fit better. Have a look."
I turn and look in the mirror. It's me, but not me. I'm in a matching white bra and panty set, and I see I now have areola and firmer-looking nipples that, like hers, protrude and show through the bra mesh. Turning my head side to side, I see the braids Jess has done. I must admit they don't look bad, but I couldn't wear them like that for work.
Next, it was last night's white crop top, helping me get it over my head and carefully over the bra. Jess said, "That's much better. Shame the bra's visible with your arms up, but it'll do for now. Okay, sit here again. Let's try doing your face, and do pay attention because you'll have to learn to do it if I want you looking gorgeous for when I come home from school, wanting my wife for a change instead of my usual oh-so-cute Peter. Come to think, you're going to need another name as well. So think about it and let's see who thinks of the best one. Now turn around this way so I'll do your face, then you can tell me how brilliant an artist I am. Trust me, I have some practice at make-up!"
Jess spent the next 90 minutes or so, starting with my fingers, pushing back the cuticles - fuck that smarts - then applying false nails to allow time for the glue to set. She then set to plucking eyebrows, then brushing, dusting, and wiping off makeup, cursing and muttering about having long lashes, stopping to put nail polish base on. She trimmed my visible ear hair then back to my nails, putting a coral shade of polish on, it looks like a cross between red and pink.
