This is the true story of a game I played on Jodie recently. I asked her for permission to publish it and she said 'Of course!' Love you babe, Giselle, xxx.
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I was both nervous and excited at the same time. I was about to surprise my gorgeous wife Jodie. I had been planning it for over a week and hoped she wouldn't catch on too quickly and that she would appreciate the surprise and play along when she realised it was me.
Unbeknownst to her, when I'd been working in the salon on a half day the previous week, I had booked in an hour-long private session with her for a mani-and-pedicure, in memory of the very first time we met. I had booked it under the name
'Giselle'
after one of my favourite ballets. I hoped that wasn't too obvious and that it didn't give it away too quickly.
It was Monday morning and we'd spent all of the previous day together. Going on our run, making love, walking on the beach, meeting up with friends in the afternoon, eating a light supper and making slow, gentle love before falling asleep.
We went through our usual morning routine. I got up at six, made coffee and toast with marmalade, taking it through and waking her with a kiss. As usual I sat naked, cross legged on the bedcovers while Jodie sat up still under the covers, her pert breasts showing, and we sipped on our coffees and ate our toast while chatting about the day ahead.
Jodie asked me, "So, any plans for the day, babe?"
I smiled and just said, "Oh, you know. A bit of writing. I might pop out and do a little window shopping. The usual. What about you, Sparrow? Full day?"
She nodded, "Yep, pretty much. I've got a thirty minute break at lunchtime but otherwise it's full on."
I leaned forward and kissed her, our lips brushing, our eyes closing for a second.
I pulled back, a little sad that we wouldn't have time to follow up and make love but also excited that, if all went well, we'd have that opportunity a little later.
"Well, make sure you get a bite to eat, love. I want you to have lots of energy when you get home."
She looked at me, smiling and raising an eyebrow. "Is that a promise, Posh Bird?"
I shuddered as she used her free hand to stroke between my legs, following that by saying, "Well Chloe's excited about something, I'm happy to see... and feel."
I took her wrist in my free hand and said, "Oooh god babe. Don't. I really want to but we've got to get you ready for work."
She circled the end of her finger over my clit and I felt an enormous surge as she took her finger to her lips and gently licked it.
We finished our coffee and showered. The thought of what I was
really
planning for the day was building up my desire and need as we washed each other. As is our way we teased each other mercilessly, giggling and kissing all the time.
I helped Jodie get dressed in her charcoal grey salon dress. It comes to just above the knee and has useful side pockets for combs, scissors and the like. I just put on one of my short silk robes.
She wore her grey heels which brought her up to about my height. She looked wonderful. It's hard for her to look anything but fabulous, to be honest, but then perhaps I'm a little biased. We got to the front door and kissed.
Jodie said, "Not getting dressed today Posh? You can't go window shopping like that."
I usually slip on a dress or skirt and top before Jodie leaves but I had other plans so I just smiled and said, "Well maybe you teasing me has left me with a need to give myself a little release the moment your beautiful bottom has left." At this point I patted her behind.
She gave me a slightly longer kiss before saying, "Oh god. Now I want to stay..."
I took her shoulders and turned her around to face the door. "No, babe. It's okay. I promise I'll save some for you later."
She giggled and, turning her head for one last kiss said, "You always have enough for me, babe. One of the many reasons I love you."
I kissed her, patted her bottom once more and said, "I love you too, Sparrow. Have a lovely day and we'll have lots of fun later."
She left and I closed the door behind me. I looked at the kitchen clock. My appointment was at twelve so I had about four hours to get ready. That
should
be enough time.
First things first. I'd decided I would surprise her with a bare pussy. Her present for when she unwrapped me. She mostly keeps waxed down there but I usually favour a small trimmed triangle with bare lips. I know Jodie likes it when I shave it all off. I like it too, but I switch between furry and bald. I just wanted to please my beautiful wife.
I went back into the bathroom, dropped my robe off my shoulders onto the floor and sat on the edge of the bath. I picked up the tap shower head and wetted myself. I put on some shaving gel for sensitive skin and picked up the razor we usually use for our underarms. I slowly removed it all which served to make me even more turned on. I was being a good girl for Jodie and resisting the temptation to play. I wanted her to be the first one to give me an orgasm today. I rinsed myself off and took in the look and feel, running my fingers over the newly exposed skin. I shuddered and, showing remarkable self control for me, shook myself out of my desire. I got up and dried myself, picked up my robe and walked naked through to our bedroom, hanging the robe back in it's cupboard.
I'd bought everything I needed over the previous week and had kept it all hidden from Jodie. We normally don't keep or hide anything from each other so there was a tinge of guilt over that fact, but I knew that Jodie would forgive me if this all worked out.
I started with my eyebrows. Being a redhead she would know me almost immediately just from those alone, even if I wore the brunette wig I'd bought. I sat at our makeup mirror in the bedroom and used the eyebrow tint, applying it with care and darkening my brows to a chestnut brown. I added a little depth to change the shape. If you didn't look too closely it wasn't obvious.
Next came a subtle two shade eyeshadow. A light brown base with slightly darker lids. I used black mascara on my lashes and added a subtle black eyeliner. Next was a gentle foundation, which I almost never use, followed by a very subtle cheek rouge. I was always pretty good at handling my own makeup but over the years with Jodie I've learned an awful lot more. I rounded it all off with a red-pink shade of lipstick.
I picked up the three-drop earrings and put them in, replacing the studs I wear day-to-day. I usually wear hoops so I hoped this was another aid in the disguise.
My wig would be one of the last things I put on but I went and retrieved it from the bottom of my lingerie drawer where I'd hidden it and placed it briefly on my head, adjusting the loose curls just to see how it looked. Staring at myself in the mirror I let out a small gasp. It wasn't me. I had become
Giselle
. I put my hip out, placed my hand on it and blew a kiss in the mirror. I had thought I'd give
Giselle
a London accent but decided she had to be a little classier. I'd thought about a French accent but Jodie speaks better French than me and if I spoke French she'd spot my voice straight away, so I put on a very slight Scottish accent, a sort of soft Edinburgh tone, and said, "Hey, there. Would you mind introducing me to the love that two women can share?"
I practiced the accent on and off until it felt realistic and natural.
Again, I had originally intended to wear sunglasses to hide my eyes but decided I looked and sounded different enough that my eyes weren't quite the giveaway I worried they had been. Whatever, if Jodie guessed, it didn't matter. She'd realise it was a game and, I was sure, would play along. I took the wig off and placed it on the bed.
Next was underwear. I hadn't had to buy anything new for this. Jodie wouldn't see it until we'd got to the point where she knew it was me anyway. I went to my lingerie wardrobe and located my black lace, plunge chemise, matching g-string and black stockings. The lace panel on the chemise goes from just below my breasts to the hem, which just about covers my hips and bum. There is also a lace band around my waist which goes around the back, which is mostly open. The rest of it is sheer and see through. The cups on the chemise are the only things that are opaque.
I had toyed with the idea of putting my Lush in and at some point handing control to Jodie but I decided at the last minute that was a little selfish. I wanted this to be about her, not me, although I was determined we would both have at least one orgasm each.
The thought of the moment she saw me in the chemise sent little shocks and shivers through me. I slipped on the g-string and then pulled the chamise up and over my body, clipping the two clasps, one at the back of the bra cups the other on the lace waistband and adjusted the double straps which go either side of my breasts and join on my shoulders. There is a deep, narrow plunge between my breasts and the cups give me a very full dΓ©colletage. I picked up the stockings, sitting on the edge of the bed to roll them up each leg and attach them to the clips dangling from the chemise.
I picked up the new top, which is a fitted, long sleeved dusky pink with a plain neck. I looked in the mirror and breathed a sigh of relief when I saw that it was thick enough that the lines of the chemise weren't at all obvious.
Next came the skirt. I'd bought a mid calf length, pale cream pleated cotton skirt. Something I wouldn't usually wear. It has a plain black belt on the waist. I tucked the top in, fastened the skirt and slid the zip up.
The next detail were the new heels I'd bought and hidden in my writing den. I went and got the box. They are black stiletto-heeled platforms with a bow on the ankle. Again the cream and black is a combination I wouldn't normally favour. I sat down and slid them on.
I sat in front of the mirror once more and started pinning my hair up preparing for the wig. I finally picked the wig up and put it in place. It took a while to adjust properly and get the gentle waves just right and the odd little strand of my red hair to be pushed back under.
The final touch was a new scent, Chanel. Something I haven't worn since I was a teenager.
My original plan included me wearing gloves to hide my engagement and wedding rings, which I will never remove, but I decided that I could hide my left hand well enough until the moment when she started the manicure by which point I fully hoped she would know it was me.
I was finally ready. I stood up and looked at myself in the full length dress mirror.
Wow. I genuinely didn't recognise myself. It had taken some time but I was now completely
Giselle
. I looked at my alter-ego and smiled, and said, "Hey babe, nice to meet you. I even fancy you myself."
I put on the soft Edinburgh accent and said, "Oh? It takes a little more than that to get into my panties!"
If possible, and if Jodie played along, I wanted to be
Giselle
all the way through. I envisaged her as a vampish woman who was hoping to be seduced by her beautician.