Jacques.
I would be meeting Jacques.
Emma's well hung boyfriend for the first time today.
He and his wife are coming over for dinner.
And to spend the evening with us.
I just found that out a few minutes ago.
My anxiety level was running high.
I would be sitting at our dining room table with the man whom my wife Emma has been dating.
The man who has been filling her married pussy full of his seed several times a week.
The man whose seed I have been eating out of Emma's pussy.
Who likely knows that I am the one eating his seed.
And his wife would be there too.
I felt every piece of lingerie on my body
I felt my makeup and wig.
I would be Shauna for them tonight.
Not Shaun.
My heart was beating faster.
My breathing was speeding up.
I felt my chastity device as it constrained my penis.
A chastity device that my blackmailer Naughty made me wear.
A chastity device that kept me from having sex as a man.
I still could not believe what my wife Emma had just told me. I was truly at a loss for words. After I told Denise, she took me in her arms and we just sat together for awhile. After a bit she took me to the bathroom and helped me become Shaun again.
Well mostly Shaun.
Emma had added before she hung up that I was to keep my nails on for the weekend. When I asked her how I was going to drive home with red, pointy, feminine nails on display for all to see, she reminded me of my old driving gloves that I always kept in the glove box. She suggested I wear them if I wanted to keep my nails hidden. Denise ran out and grabbed them for me.
Denise could tell how stressed I still was, so she decided to walk me to my car. All the way from her apartment to entrance of her building, she held my right hand and wore the rings I had given her. She would not take them off until the end of the weekend she told me.
All the while I was still processing everything and wasn't really listening.
Once outside the fresh air and clear skies were welcome, very welcome. Her building was an older one and the hallways had that older building smell.
As soon as we had exited the building Denise brought us to a stop.
"Huh,?" I exclaimed quietly at the unexpected stop. It was good though as she had broken my train of thought.
Denise turned me to face her.
"Look at me," Denise said a bit sternly.
I looked at my hot girlfriend. She was wearing a light sun dress and casual shoes rather than her usual pleated skirt, stockings and heels. She also wore a concerned look on her pretty face. And her beautiful blue eyes were looking right into mine.
She took my other hand in hers as well.
"Emma has Jacques as a boyfriend but you have me as a girlfriend. Me. Yes me. No matter what happens tonight, I will still be your girlfriend. I will still be here for you. Yes it will be awkward tonight. Maybe more than awkward and I wish I could be there with you. For you. But you will get through this. You need to calm down. The evening will come and go. It's going to happen. You can either be stressed out about it or take it in stride. If you can see the glass as half full rather than half empty. Take what enjoyment you can, it will be easier for you," Denise explained.
I sighed a little.
"I know, but it will be a tough evening I fear,"
"That's a big part of it. You are fearing the worst. Go into it with less preconceived notions. Let it happen. Distance yourself if you need to from the evening, from Emma. The stress you are putting yourself through now will make the evening harder than it could be. I love you and don't want you to be so stressed,"
"I know but -"
"Try not to fear the worst. For me," Denise said
I nodded.
She planted a warm and loving kiss on my lips. We continued walking towards my car hand in hand. I loved feeling the rings on her finger. Even if through a glove.
"I want you focusing on the here and now, and that begins with driving carefully. You need to stay safe. For me. Got it?" Denise added.
I nodded.
Once we got to my car which was on this side of the street. We stopped again and kissed each other. She hugged me harder than usual. Soon I was driving away, trying to not think about the evening but focusing on the heavy Saturday traffic that I found myself in.
When I got home I found Emma in the kitchen finishing off a sandwich. She was sitting at the kitchen table. Morning hair was the look of her bountiful blonde locks today. She was still in her pink nightgown even. She must have slept in quite long today. Must have been up really late.
I felt a twinge in me as I thought about what had likely kept her up late last night.
"Morning," my wife said between bites.
"Good afternoon," I replied breaking a little smile. Emma never was good with time when at home. I often wondered how she ever moved up her company like she did. She must be a better time manager at work.
"Yes, I guess it is," she said in between bites.
Emma's eyes were drawn to my fingers as I removed my driving gloves and set them down on the counter.
"Your nails look amazing dear," Emma said with a smile after swallowing her last morsel.
I glanced down at the pointy red nails on my fingers. They did look amazing.
"Thanks," I managed to mutter as I surprised myself and blushed a little. But still, I felt awkward being complimented for my femininity by my wife.
I realized that although I was Shaun again, I still had clear studs in my ears and now red painted nails on my fingers. Even though I had been wearing lacy, feminine lingerie under my man clothes daily for quite some time now, I had appeared to be a man named Shaun to anyone who looked at me.
Up to now.
The studs alone did not stop Shaun from appearing as a man to the people I encountered in my day to day activities. But combine them with the red nails I was currently wearing and... Yes, the nails would come off prior to the end of the weekend, but still part of me inside felt like Shaun, the man was disappearing.
"Did you drink the protein shake I sent along with you?" Emma asked as she rose from the table.
Thankfully she broke my train of thought.
"No, I completely forgot. I was going to have it after we talked but you surprised me with our plans," I replied.
"I thought so," Emma said with a little chuckle as she rose from the table and opened the fridge door. "Luckily I made you another just in case."
My wife smiled as she handed it to me.
"I'm surprised you don't forget your head some days!" She added jokingly.
"You really don't like me missing even one day of taking these, " I said as I took a big swig of the good tasting mixture.
"Yes, with all that has been happening lately, now more than ever you need your vitamins and stuff to keep your health up," she admonished me lightly, her arms crossed.
"Ok, ok," I said as I took another big gulp of the drink. "I know this is important to you. I will stop bugging you about this 'obsession' with this health drink. It does taste pretty good, so at the very least it is enjoyable to have," I replied.
"Good. Just drink it daily and I will not be on your case," Emma added arms still crossed.
I drank the last bit and put the empty tumbler in the sink. It was a tasty drink and part of me felt glad that Emma had made me another. I just was not about to admit that to her. At least not now.
Emma took me in her arms and planted a warm, loving kiss on my lips.
"Now fix yourself something to eat. We can chat about tonight after you get more nutrition in you and you get into more comfortable clothes," Emma said and headed towards the stairs.
Tonight.
Yes tonight.
My stomach knotted up more again.
I tried not to think about it as I made myself some soup and found some crackers to go along with it.
After I finished I went to our bedroom to find Emma. She was sitting on the bed, still in her nightgown, her hair still not public worthy, reading a book. She looked up from it, smiled at me then glanced at her vanity.
I looked over at it and saw that my brunette wig had been carefully placed there, along with a set of my pink lingerie, some lipstick and other select makeup that I had put on to become Shauna before. It was a reminder that I was supposed to be done up as a woman when at home now.
These were the 'more comfortable clothes'.
Emma smiled at me when I glanced back at her then she continued reading.
I took off my man clothes and put on the lacy pink lingerie that my wife had set out for me. Stockings, garter belt, panties and a bra. It still felt weird putting feminine finery on in the presence of my wife. Thankfully I still felt that way. Afterwards I sat down at her vanity I did my makeup, applied my lipstick and donned my brunette wig.
Once again I had become Shauna.
I sat there for a bit and stared at her. I wondered what would happen tonight. What would be Shauna's role. It felt surreal enough to know that Jacques, my wife's lover would be coming over, but weirder still that his wife would be accompanying him.
What would take place?
"You look amazing dear," Emma stated, breaking my train of thought. "You really do."
I looked at my wife in the mirror. She smiled at me and patted the bed beside her. I got up and joined her on the bed.
My wife pulled her nightgown off over her head revealing her voluptuous, naked body. She then took my makeup covered face in her hands and planted a wet, sensuous kiss on my lipstick coated lips.
"Never doubt that I truly love you," Emma said softly and quietly as she peered directly into my eyes.
Huh?
She seemed so sincere. Did she really mean it? Or was that-
"Ok?" My wife asked as she still held my face in her hands, as she continued to look directly into my soul.
She seemed as sincere as ever.
"Yes," I found myself replying just as quietly.
Emma smiled warmly and pressed her lips to mine again. My wife continued to kiss me lovingly. With lots of tongue.
She placed my free hand on her bosom. I took the hint and explored her soft, full breasts and stiffening nipples with my red nailed fingers.
My penis was trying to get stiff inside it's cage.
As we kissed I thought more about what she had said. Was she actually telling me that? Was that intended to be a message to me? She seemed so sincere. And she did not say it very loud. Even if the mikes did pick it up, would one quiet comment like that be noticed? Or seem out of place between a husband and wife?
But did she mean—
"Dear, I have a present for you," Emma said between our soft kisses.
I looked at her a bit puzzled.
She hadn't given me a random gift since back in our college days when we were dating.
