My wife and I was playing dress up, it's a game we usually play before sex. I dress her in a sexy outfit and then we make love. She has a vast wardrobe of sexy lingerie and other various items of clothing that I get to place around her very sexy body. I also have different types of underwear that I wear at these times such as thongs or other sexy briefs. This story is about the last time we played "dress up", it was definately a turning point in our relationship. Our lives have never been the same since, I am now a cuckold.
It was late May, our daughter was in school and our son was at my mothers. We were fooling around on the couch and decided that a session of dress up would be fun. It was around noon and since we had the house to ourselves, we would be free to play. My sexy wife suggested that she could be persuaded to allow me to dress her in the new french maids outfit that I had bought for her from a web site that makes genuine french maid uniforms. I was extremely excited about doing this ever since it had arrived by mail three weeks earlier. The uniform set me back about $300.00 but was worth every penny. She already had the undergarments needed to complete the outfit, very sexy undergarments at that.
We giggled like school children as we went to the bedroom or should I say her boudior. My hands trembled as I removed the sexy black satin uniform from the pink storage bag that it was delivered in. As I smoothed out the white lace edges on the short hem and puffy shoulders, my sexy wife selected the lingerie that she would let me put on her from her lingerie drawer. I was super turned on as I examined the Items that she laid on the bed. Black satin corset, half cup style (leaves top of breast exposed and some nipple), black silk lace top stocking with seams, black satin thong panties, black lace gloves and a black lace choker for her long slender neck. She patted the ever growing lump in my pants and asked if I would assist her with her make up first. She got my answer when I retrieved her make up case.
She sat at her make up table and I would help by handing her her black mascara, eye shadow, blush and such. Then I got to watch as she put the make up onto her beautiful face. It was perfection, Micheal D'angelo could not have done a better job. Lastly she put a very sexy glossy coat of fire red lipstick onto her lusious full lips. Whew! I thought, It would be sexy to she those lips wrapped around my cock, only it wasn't my cock that they would soon be wrapped around as you will find out later. After completing her make up, it was now time for me to dress my sexy wife up as a sexy french maid.
I took her by the hand and led her naked body to the edge of the bed. First on the list was to put the black satin corset around her torso and tightly lace her up. Her d-cup breasts were pushed up and the corset exaggerated her cleavage making a very deep crease. She sat down and then offered her long sexy legs to me so that I could encase them in the black silk seamed stockings. After slinding them up and hooking them to the garter straps, I tried to smooth out the wrinkles but it was of no use. Next, I placed her small dainty feet into each of the shiny black patent 4" high heels and carefully buckled the ankle straps. Sitting at her feet, I held the leg openings of her black satin thong panty open. Carefully, she placed each of her high heeled feet into the leg openings and I was able to start sliding up the panties. I stood as I preformed this task and when the panties were firmly in place our lips met in a hot, very hot kiss. I hugged my wifes corseted body and my cock found its way between her slightly spread legs. I started moving my hips back and forth simulating a fucking motion while she casually rubbed her silk stockings against my legs. Our lips parted and she said that it was time for her french maid uniform. I reluctantly agreed and removed my cock from between her soft smooth thighs. As I went for another kiss, she playfully bit my lower lip.
I held up the short french maids dress and as she was about to step into the outfit the door bell rang. Who in the world could that be? we both said in unison. We giggled as she about fell over because she was stepping into the maids uniform and was balanced on only one of her 4" heels. We quickly stopped all activities and as I dressed in a pair of shorts, she threw on one of her silky robes. I told her to wait right here and that I would go and see who it was that has interupted our play. She sat back on our bed as I donned a shirt and headed towards the front door. I peered out of the curtians and recieved the shock of my married life, It was Mark Wilson, a friend of mine from high school. Quickly I ran back to the bedroom to my waiting sexy wife and told her who it was. Who? she said, Mark Wilson! the guy you told me about that used to steal all of your girlfriends. Yes that Mark Wilson I replied. As she asked what he wanted the door bell rang once again. I don't know I said. Well you had better go and see my wife stated. But what if he wants to come in, we were planning to make love I said with a hint of fear and jealousness in my trembling voice. He'll want to meet you, you need to change into something else or he will try to take you too I timidly said. She laughed and said go on little man and get the door as she ushered me out of the bedroom closing the door in my face. Secretly I had always gotten off by watching him take my girlfriends, but that was a long time ago, surely he has changed by now I thought to myself.
I opened the front door and greeted my old friend with a scared smile and a hand shake. He gripped my hand hard trying to crush my fingers, he always did, that hasn't changed about him I said to myself. Whats up Jamie he said, not much was my reply. I thought about telling him that until he interupted us, my dick was up but I could never say something like that to Mark. I asked him the same question and he replied that he was just back in town for a couple of days and wanted to come by and see his old friend and maybe meet my pretty young bride. He hadn't changed at all, I knew then that he wanted to fuck my wife. As I was about to say that she wasn't home, she of all people peeked around to corner (out of our sight) and asked who it was. Slightly angered by her question, which overruled the lie I was about to tell my old friend, I proceeded to say that it was Mark Wilson, an old high school friend of mine. Well honey, invite Mr. Wilson in, I'll go and change and then you can introduce me to your friend. What in the hell is she doing I thought as Mark pushed me aside and entered into our house. Mark sat on our living room couch and I sat in the chair across from him. I offered him a beer and went to retrieve the beverage for my friend.