Naughty.
Miranda.
Who were they?
Were they the same person?
Why was I being feminized by them?
And what part does my wife Emma play in all of this?
I kept going over thoughts about my blackmail as I slowly drove home from my meeting with Miranda at Denise's. I could still taste Miranda and her lover in my mouth and smell them on my lips.
It was after seven when I returned to my house. Emma had already fed the kids and had supper waiting for me at the table.
When I walked in she kissed me on the lips.
"Delicious. You taste delicious. You must have had a good time," Emma said with a naughty smile.
My wife did not seem shocked, dismayed or appalled by what she tasted on my lips.
She then told me to eat up and join her upstairs afterwards. The kids were in the living room and were occupied with toys and television. I could leave them for a few minutes.
After I finished my meatloaf and potatoes, I checked on the kids and went upstairs. Emma was at her vanity. She looked so hot. She was working on enhancing her pretty eyes with shadow and mascara. She already had exquisitely done her makeup.
"I'm going out dancing with my friends, you're going to stay home and take care of the kids," reminded Emma with a commanding tone.
Again she was telling me what to do.
I sat down on our marital bed. My heart began to beat faster. I could feel my pulse on the buttplug buried in my ass.
"Is Jacques going to be there?" I asked her hoping that she would say no.
Emma kept looking at herself in the vanity. finally she replied.
"Yes."
My stomach knotted and then churned at the thought of her dancing with another man. Of her kissing another man. Of my wife grinding herself onto another man.
A man who my wife was dating.
A man whom my wife was giving herself sexually to.
Instead of me.
A feeling of arousal stirred within me unbidden.
She hesitated then continued.
"Now make sure that the kids don't stay up too late, their last day of school is tomorrow. They are going to have a party and I don't want to hear that they were overtired."
I remembered my training. I was to be a 'good husband'. In more ways than one.
My penis was filling my chastity device.
"Yes, I will get them to bed on time."
I watched as Emma finished making herself up. I had never spent this much time focusing on her preparations before. I watched her take care of minute details. She really worked hard to ensure that she looked as good as she could.
Did she ever do this good a job for me?
I felt so weird inside.
She looked amazing. She was wearing a short black miniskirt, red stockings and garter belt. Her large breasts were barely contained by her lacy, red bra and her black, V-neck blouse. Her long blonde hair had curls and she looked so hot in the light of our bedroom.
As I shifted on the bed a little to try and ease the throbbing in my ass, I could feel that my left bra strap had slipped a bit. That always made me feel uncomfortable. I reached up with my left hand to readjust it.
Instinctively I looked down.
I paused.
My bent wrist looked so feminine.
I felt so feminine at that moment.
I also felt every piece of lingerie that was on my body. The pink bra that encased my breasts seemed tight on my rib cage. My lacy garter belt felt like it was tugging on my opaque pink stockings.
I shivered when I realized that I had forgotten that I was even wearing my own lacy lingerie under my 'man' clothes.
I shuddered inside when part of me felt comforted by the firmness of the bra on my chest.
I knew that I could not leave the kids alone too long so took my leave and went downstairs to look after them.
Emma followed me down the stairs not long after. She added some glossy black heels to her appearance and a small black purse.
As she stood there all dressed to the nines, my wife motioned me over to her, drew me into her arms and then planted another wet, caring kiss on my lips. With a warm sincerity in her eyes and on her face my wife told me that she loved me.
I had been feeling anxious already about her going out dancing without me. Now my stomach was filled with butterflies.
Why was she doing this if she loved me?
I heard a car pull up. Emma glanced out the partially open door. She mentioned that it was Melissa and time to go.
Her eyes sparkled as she spoke.
That image stayed in my mind even after I saw her drive away with Melissa.
I spent the rest of the evening with the kids. Playtime. Snack time. Bath time. All the while I felt so weird inside. I thought about Emma dancing with her boyfriend.
And likely more.
I tried not to, but I did.
My penis kept trying to get erect in my chastity device.
That bothered me.
The kids were in bed by 8:30.
I thought about all that had happened, literally in the last day.
About trying to talk to Emma, but being interrupted by Naughty.
About Emma telling me to clean her pussy out with my tongue after Jon, our 21 year old babysitter, had deposited his virile, young seed in her while I was told to look after the kids.
About always wearing panties and lingerie now. Pink today, as picked out by my own wife Emma.
About Emma's warm, loving, yet confusing kiss this morning and again tonight. How was she involved?
About my continued training including Miranda's increasing involvement.
About Miranda's use of my mouth and tongue for her own carnal pleasure.
Odd.
She did not video it for Naughty.
And of course about my Denise.
Ding!
I received a text from Denise.
Just like she had promised me.
She was about to start her dildo work.
'Work'
More correctly she was going to be riding her dildo.
A massive, thick dildo. To stretch her pussy. As ordered by Naughty.
Denise's bright and smiling face appeared on my phone. My thought chain was broken.
Thankfully.
"Hey hottie, want to help me ride my fat dildo?" Denise opened with.
The mere suggestion of being with Denise and in any sexual situation with her was an instant turn on.
My penis stirred in its cage for the umpteenth time tonight.
"I wish I could," I would love to take your nipples in my mouth right now.
"Mmmmm. That'd be nice,' Denise purred in response.
"It would be so hot if you were to tell me what to do to myself so that I can pretend that you are here doing it yourself," she suggested.
"Video phone sex?" I asked rhetorically.
"Uh huh," Denise said with a girly sheepishness.
"That is - if you really want to," she added.
"I definitely want to!" I replied eagerly.
"Talk dirty to me lover," Denise uttered lustfully
"Rub your chest through your blouse," I began. "Just like I like to do sometimes when we kiss."
Denise licked her lips seductively and began rubbing her protuding mounds with her red nailed fingers. After a bit I could see that her cheeks turned a bit pinkier than before.
"Now slowly unbutton your blouse but leave it on," I said
Denise looked down at her lightly heaving chest as she began. Then she cocked her head to one side and looked up at me with a slight grin.
"I think you want to have your way with me," she stated with a fun, knowing tone.
"Now pinch and lightly twist your nipples through your lacy bra," I continued.
Her breathing picked up as she tweaked, pinched and pulled on her lace covered nipples.
"Reach back and undo your bra, but leave it there," I told her.
"That's hot," she lightly moaned. As she reached around in behind herself, pulled her blouse out from her skirt, her lace covered chest jutted out towards the camera.
My penis was growing in my chastity device.
This was hot.
Before long she had slipped her hot red fingers under her bra and was fondling her erect nipples.
What a sight. I could feel the tender skin of her soft, perfect nipples in my mouth.
My breathing picked up even more.
So did hers.
"Now hike up your skirt, I want to see your panties."
Denise looked down as she grabbed the hem of her pleated skirt with both hands and slowly raised it up. She bit her lower lip as her gaze returned to mine.
Her panties were soaking wet.
"Look what you made me do," Denise stated with mock defensiveness.
She was acting so submissive and naughtily girlish.
I took that as a cue to try taking more control today.
"Pull them down to your ankles, but not further," I instructed.
"Yes," she said sheepishly and looked down.
The hot brunette made a show of slowly sliding the wet panties over her milky, soft thighs, past the tops of her lacy stockings, down her sheer covered legs and bunching them up around her ankles.
She hiked her skirt back up to reveal her glistening, hairy womanhood.
My penis began to fill my cage.
I could smell her pungent pussy juice. I began to salivate.
"What would you like me to do next?" Denise asked and slightly bent her knees towards each other.
"Keep playing with one nipple while you rub around the outside of your vulva with the other. No touching your clit. Not yet."
"Mmmm, I like the sounds of that," she cooed as her hands went into action.
Light moans were escaping her lips. Her fingers were deftly rubbing her mound. Again and again.
"Stick one finger inside your snatch," I suddenly stated.
Her finger darted inside her womanhood even as I was finishing my words. She gasped lightly.
"Now two," I added.
She gasped even more as she began working them in and out.
"Three," I stated.
I thought I could hear the slopping sounds her pussy was making between her moans.
"Now lick the juices from your fingers."
She looked up into the camera. Her eyes twinkled naughtily as she seductively licked up and down each of her glistening red nailed fingers. Denise then slipped them past her red painted lips, into her warm mouth and sucked on them.
