For six months it was perfect. Nikki and I did everything together. We were poor, but we shared everything, and we were happy. I actually liked that she bought me sexy clothing, and was happy to femme it to the max when we were at home, but increasingly felt she was pushing for me to be someone I wasn't. It's one thing to play the slut in the bedroom, quite something else to do it in the real world.
Because I worked hard all my life to get good degrees and a job where I was taken seriously. A job where dressing like a stripper would get me fired instantly. And someone needed to put food on the table.
I loved Nikki, but she drove me nuts sometimes. I liked sex as much as the next girl, but I had my work, and my other friends, and it wasn't just all about Nikki, who spent far too much time on the internet.
Ironically, it was Nikki who solved all our financial difficulties - with a winning lottery ticket. Not that she told me straight away, but the abrupt change in her mood lifted the stress on our relationship.
"I'm sorry I've been so difficult," she said. "I'll stop pushing you to do things you're uncomfortable with."
I was relieved, and grateful. "Thanks, honey," I said.
Then she handed me a gift-wrapped box. "Strictly for the house."
Of course they were. Scarlet red crotchless knickers, soft as silk. I had them on in a flash, and we raced to bed. Nikki's tongue swept between my labia and penetrated deep, while I was wearing knickers! It felt so naughty and so erotic. I'd never been a huge fan of oral sex, but she brought me to a climax more intense than any I had ever experienced.
"Oh wow," I said dreamily.
The following morning I was on such a high that it was mid morning when it occurred to me that I was still wearing the crotchless knickers. Even more alarming was that I had chosen to wear one of my more risque skirts.
For the rest of the day I couldn't help feeling a little sluttish, as if I had deliberately dressed this way. It didn't help that I kept imagining Nikki's delight when I told her, and the thought of it had me very aroused.
And of course she loved it. She didn't even let me undress, but dragged me straight to bed. "How do you like this?" she asked, slotting a new purple dildo into her strap-on belt. It was much longer and thicker than the others, and if I hadn't been quite so horny I would have objected.
But it wasn't too thick to fit through the crotchless undies that I had worn now for a whole day and which were soaked from my arousal. I feared the dildo would hurt, but it glided easily into me, and stretched me wonderfully. "God that feels good."
"It's good to be a slut, isn't it?" she said, fucking me with firm, deep thrusts.
"Oh, yes," I agreed wholeheartedly. After all, it was the bedroom and safe to say and believe such things.
Nikki eased out of me. "I bought a matching bra, by the way."
The bra was the same scarlet silk. I stripped out of my work clothes, all except the knickers, and fixed the bra in place. The fit was perfect, lifting my breasts provocatively without causing discomfort. What the bra didn't do was conceal my nipples.
There were two round holes placed strategically to expose my nipples to view. Nikki pushed me down onto the bed, her dildo penetrating me through the red knickers, her mouth sucking on first one nipple then the other.