Within the space of a week, I'd gone from closet lingerie wearer that often crawled the internet for interesting sites to admire underwear, stockings, heels and feminine clothes on people of all genders. Now I was bound in cock chastity to my wife that was displaying a sexual awakening that I could never of imagined. A few day earlier she had ordered, albeit using my credit card, underwear that I had chosen with her blessing. A black patterned lace body. She had also ordered something in secret and I was eager to see both of our purchases in the flesh so to speak.
I was returning from work each day asking if the order had arrived only to be told that it had not. I was clearly showing my disappointment each time and Mandy kept promising that she would chase it if it didn't arrive soon.
It was now the end of the week, the weekend beckoned and I was hoping to be released from my cock bindings to have sex with my wife and release some tension. Mandy, however, was having none of it.
"Can't you take this off, just for tonight?" I asked pointing towards my groin.
"You're not getting out of that until your lingerie arrives. I can't wait to see you in it."
"Although I hope you won't ruin it or tear it with your need to fuck me in it." she said stepped out of the house.
I wish I could right now, I thought. Mandy was walking down the drive, beige stiletto heels clicking of the paving with her pert arse swishing in her blue shift dress that came to the knee. I could have bent her over the car bonnet to fuck her right now given the chance. That was how horny I felt. Not a hope in hell I thought.
We were off out at our close friends for a birthday party. I'm not a party person usually as I don't cope with social crowds well, but as this was at our friends house and that it was only a road away, I knew they would understand if we needed to leave early.
Emily and Stu had been friends since our kids started school together nearly 12 years ago. They were around the same age, give or take a year or two, and unlike some of the parents in the school they were not snobs nor did they feel the need to constantly talk bollocks or self pity. They were normal, if normal is a thing.
The birthday girl Emily answered the door. As always she looked stunning, sexy and had an infectious giggle. She was a bundle of energy hugging and kissing us as a welcome all wrapped in a flared crossover dress hiding her slender figure with gorgeous legs and long dark hair. She ran her own make up and beauty company yet always seemed to have time to spare to take care of herself, her family and friends.
The house was full of people and I immediately started to feel uncomfortable. My enochlophobia could at times range from an inconvenience to almost debilitating. My work meetings were planned and prepared to help with my anxieties. Emily knew I was suffering straight away and shepherded us through to the garden, Stu caught sight of us on our way through, gesturing the international "Want a drink?" sign of a C shaped hand to mouth. I nodded with a smile and stepped into the garden.
We found some space at the bottom of the garden towards the lower decking area and looked around at the people in their house. I recognised some of them as family of Emily and Stu, others were friends they had from work and such. Others were familiar faces but probably just from seeing them around.
Stu, came to us carrying our drinks, handing them over with a bit of a wobble. He was looking slightly drunk and since the party had been going for a few hours, I guessed he had been taking a drink himself for everyone of his guests orders. Stu could hold his drink to a point, more than I could at least. After he drank too much he became the worlds biggest sleeper. Emily on the other hand went from sober to drunk real quick. When she got drunk she became a "you're lovely" drunk. A hugging, kissing, friendly drunk that no matter where she was would say how great and lovely you were. Since it was her birthday, she was holding her own and fairing much better than her husband.
We passed over an envelope containing our gift now that we had a chance to talk. Emily told us that the 30 plus guests that had arrived were either well on their way to being drunk or already there. Knowing Stu's drinks measures I wasn't surprised. The girls turned away to say hi to some friends, leaving me and Stu to talk.
"Tell ya what Jay, Mandy's looking hot tonight." Stu said eyeing my wife from behind.
"No wonder you guys were late getting here. Bet you've been fucking all around the house with her dressed like that."
"Gutter mouth again hey Stu." I said deflecting the conversation. If only he knew what had been happening over the last week or so, with me stood here next to him in chastity awaiting a lingerie order to arrive.
"I'm surprised you've even noticed her with Emily flitting around. She's looking outstanding for 40 mate I can tell you."
"No doubt Emilys due a birthday treat from you tonight anyway?"
"Unless of she's already had that 60 seconds already!" I said laughing as Stu continued to stare at Mandy.
"Cheeky fucker!" Stu blurted, laughing with me.
"Besides I pinch the tip so I last 2 minutes now."
We both burst into laughter making Emily and Mandy look back suspiciously. Drunken Stu staggers slightly as we continue smirking, before the girls return back to us.
