Adorable

by Melody Sims

 

"I think you look adorable, honey" said my wife as we both looked at my reflection in the full-length mirror. "But what will they think, seeing me like this? Everyone there will know it's me." I replied sheepishly. She looked me in the eye and said with confidence, "I believe that your priority is what I think about your appearance and demeanor; wasn't that our agreement?" I broke eye contact and lowered my head, knowing that she was right; we had agreed. As I lowered my eyes, accepting her retort, I looked down and once again took inventory of the outfit that I was to wear to the picnic. My blonde hair was frosted, and the loose perm gave me lots of soft ringlets. My makeup was conservative, but still easily seen. My fingers and toes sparkled in the morning sun coming through our bedroom window; a debated benefit of the pearled-pink nail polish that we applied over the French manicured tips last night. Yesterday's afternoon in the backyard evened out my tan; that and a liberal application of lavender scented baby oil made my freshly shaven legs shine along with my delicately colored nails. My smooth, shiny legs did nothing, however, to conceal the white-gold anklet that rested above my right foot. The "chunky" sandals, as Gwen and the salesgirl called, that I was wearing were a tan, wicker-like material with an open toe and a 3-inch stacked heel. I negotiated with Gwen into letting me wear the slides today, as they could almost, maybe, kind of be considered unisex. The other pair "we" purchased in this color has two slim straps that attach at each side of my heel, meet and criss-cross behind and buckled on the outside of my ankle. The heel of the sandals arched my already shapely calves and firm thighs, forcing me into a decidedly feminine stance and gait. "Remember to rotate your foot, like I showed you, honey." said my wife with a knowing smile. She instructed me, that when standing, to sometimes roll my ankle, the same one that brandished the shiny anklet, monogrammed with the word "Sugar" written in cursive, outward while resting my weight on the other foot. "And be sure to keep one hand delicately on your hip for balance, too", she'd say with a giggle. I wouldn't have to worry about my balance, if I weren't wearing heeled shoes like these all of the time. Gwen has commented on my legs ever since we first met at that office picnic, "Most women would kill to have your legs, you should show them off more…" As I see my reflection, I have to agree that they do look good atop the high-heeled sandals, that and the fact that they are almost fully exposed due to the length of my shorts. The khaki colored Lee Dungaree shorts have a two-inch inseam, offering most of my smooth, tanned thighs for display. My "top", as she calls it, is a sear sucker camp shirt that almost perfectly matches my fingers and toes. I had to thank her for the colored top, as her first choice was a white linen blouse that plainly stated that I was also wearing a white lace cupped bra. The matching French cut panties give me a definitive panty line beneath the "fitted" shorts. She says that she loves to see the telltale lines that frame my behind, but that I am always welcome to wear one of the many thongs that now fill the drawers of my wardrobe. If going out in these shorts, I prefer this cut of panty because it has a lower rise, so it is less likely to show above my shorts, like the thongs; her other favorite sight. Our diet plan, organized and strictly enforced by Gwen to "keep us healthy", keeps me at a size 12, which is her size too. That makes it easy for "us" to shop together, but she likes to peruse the petite racks for me, for "cuter stuff". In effect, I am dressed in this sort of fashion whenever Gwen sees fit; which is pretty much all the time.

Now don't get me wrong, I was never one of those rough and tumble guys that belch out loud and yell at the TV about some football players actions, nor was I a limp-wristed sissy either, at first… I was just one of those people that felt secure in myself, and my sexuality, without any of the typical hang-ups. Gwen said that was one of the first things that she loved about me. I was open to anything, especially with her. We had lots in common, even the big subjects like politics and religion. Unbeknownst to either of us yet, what we had most in common was a thirst for each other; she wanted to consume me, and I wanted to be her everything. Not that I was a pushover; but down deep inside me, I knew that my place was at her feet, staring up into that smoldering glare that she got when she really wanted to get into my head. It didn't take her long to initiate her plans and start my indoctrination.

It began simply enough, one Saturday morning in the shower. She was facing away from the showerhead, allowing the hot, pulsating water to massage her back and shoulders. Her eyes were closed as she slowly swayed to an internal beat; the beat of my tongue against her freshly shaven pussy. I can think of no better way to start a day than to give the love of my life a nice close shave and then a good tongue-lashing. By the time she reached her second orgasm, she had her left leg wrapped over my shoulder trying to mount my face. I was gripping her firm cheeks with one hand and snaking a finger into her ass with the other, at the point of liftoff; it always drives her batty. I turned off the now cool shower while she slumped over me in erotic exhaustion. I'm glad we got up early, because I see a little post-cunnilingus nap coming on…

 

PILLOW TALK

We lazily dried each other off. She was satisfied, as usual, but I was ready to go another couple of rounds. I carried her to our bed, ready to break rocks, as I laid her down on the cool sheets and whispered with a grin, "Honey, the train is ready to pull into the station." She laughed out loud like she was drunk on love, playfully reached for me, looked me dead in the eyes and said," You, my little pussy boy, will wait while I languish in our bed. Now go and fetch your Queen an egg, muffin and some coffee, a pen and the new issue of Cosmo. It's in my briefcase!" She kissed me deeply, noticing that I still had her essence on my tongue. I slowly withdrew, and stood in front of her. "I love you", I said with a confidence and giddiness that flowed between us like current between a Jacob's ladder. She surveyed my naked body from head to toe and back halfway. " I can't have you cooking with Mr. Man protruding out like that, you'll burn him!" She leaped from the bed, toward her closet and withdrew a large hatbox. With a giggle, she opened it and withdrew a soft pink, chiffon pinafore. She turned on her heel with a positively wicked smile on her full lips, and seductively walked to within arms reach of my chest. "Put your arms out, honey. I wanna see if this fits like it should." With her eyes glued to mine, she slid the short puffed sleeves of the pinafore up my arms until they rested on my shoulders, taking care not to press the delicate material between our bodies. "Turn around, sweetie." I was in a trance. From the raw lust of the shower, the penetrating power of her eyes and the luscious feeling of the chiffon against my naked body, I could not utter a word; only turned slowly and wait. Her hands traced lines from my shoulders to my behind. Her touch was warm and loving; I swam in the sensation. A smack on my right butt cheek brought me back to reality. She had tied the sash in a large bow and was heading back to bed. "I think that outfit is more befitting and somewhat less revealing for the Queen's pussyboy. Now, show me a cute curtsey and be on your way, young lady!" With the best curtsey I could manage without poking myself in the eye with my throbbing erection, I was off to the kitchen," Yes, my Queen."

 

ADJUSTMENTS

As I made my way to the kitchen, I watched the almost transparent pinafore float around my body; so much that I almost fell down the stairs. I also caught myself walking very carefully down, enjoying the sight, rustling sound and feel of the apron against my naked skin; which wasn't helping my already hardened predicament. I found myself floating around the kitchen, being careful not muss up the pretty apron. In a few minutes, I prepared breakfast for my Queen. I got giddy and more aroused at the mere sound of my proclamation. I arranged the serving tray so that everything looked neat and tidy, to include the pen and Cosmo, and started up the stairs. I have always been a bit mellow dramatic, but was a little surprised at my lack of putting up at least a little resistance to being told to wear this beautiful garment to cater to my loving Queen. I dismissed the idea when I reached our door, turned and backed into the bedroom. Gwen had put on a short lavender robe that we had recently picked up at the local lingerie store, and was languishing in the morning sun, and smiling widely as she watched me enter with the tray in hand. "Be careful, honey, I might get used to this and keep you like this forever." I smiled and said that I had read somewhere that real love means a life of service; and that it takes giving 100% every day without expecting any reciprocation. She pat the bed in front of her without taking her eyes of me," Put the tray here, honey." I replied with a line from one of our favorite movies, The Princess Bride, " As you wish." I sat the tray gently on the bed, looked deeply into her smoldering eyes and asked if there was anything else that my Queen requires. She smiled and patted the bed beside her, while sipping her coffee. Once again, I found myself floating around to the other side of the bed. Her eyes followed my every step. "Just a moment, sweetie. If you are finished in the kitchen for a while, you should take off your pretty pinny before sitting down." I reached back to untie the large bow, when she noticed that my erection had not yet subsided. With a raised eyebrow she asked, "Honey, are you still stirred from our shower or do you like the feel of that pretty pinny?" Blushing at the question, I responded that I had asked myself that same question, and attributed my stamina to a mixture of our cleansing activities and the feel and look of the garment. "Good answer." She said. "In that case, I don't want to run the chance of you losing your focus, especially when that focus is on me. Therefore, I want you to go to my dresser, in the second drawer on the left, you will find a lavender nightie with matching panty; put it on and join me on the bed for some of this scrumptious breakfast!" I felt my mouth water and my tongue swell; I couldn't speak. I stood there wide-eyed, processing the directions. Gwen's voice brought me out of my trance, " Hurry honey before it gets cold!" I snapped out of my stupor and without any hesitation, I walked to the dresser, reached into the drawer as instructed, lifted the delicate items, and turned toward Gwen for confirmation. "Isn't it just adorable." She said with a smile and a bite of cantaloupe in her mouth. I smiled back, removed the pinny and carefully stepped into the string-tie panties. They didn't do a very good job of controlling my stiffness, and a wet spot had appeared. "Don't worry about that, honey. I'll get you a panty liner next time," she said with a giggle. I sheepishly slipped my arms into the nightie and let it fall into place. The ruffled hem stopped just below my pantied crotch; I was grateful for the coverage. I joined her on the bed. She poured me some coffee and started feeding me melon and the rest of the apple muffin, like there was nothing out of the ordinary. I lay next to her, sipping coffee, with the longest lasting erection of my life, wearing the nightie that went with the robe she wore. My skin was hot, my ears were buzzing and I wanted nothing more than to make love to Gwen with wild abandon. She fed me the last piece of melon, leaving her moist index fingertip at my lips. I instinctively parted my lips, moved my head forward and drew her finger in with my tongue. I slowly sucked her finger up to the first joint, and closed my eyes. "I like you this way, baby. This nightie looks so good on you too. Your cock is so hard in those panties and the way you are sucking my finger as if it were a little cock, I would venture to say that you like being this way, too." she said with a calm confidence. I just nodded as I continued to savor the slim digit that lingered between my lips. She slowly withdrew her finger. I opened my eyes to see her looking back at me intently. "Why don't you bring that magic tongue of yours down here," she said as she lay back against the pillows and lightly stroked her moist folds. "I want you to go very slowly, because I want to explain a few things to you while you worship my clit." I moved in between her long, shapely legs and began to place wet kisses along her smooth inner thighs. She continued, "You and I are made for each other." She toyed with my hair as I softly licked her swollen mound. "I knew from the first time we met that we would be perfect together; as long as we identified our roles early in the relationship. I have always taken the initiative, and you have sweetly complied with my every wish, and I don't expect that to change." I ceased my activity only to agree with her wholeheartedly. She smiled devilishly and undulated her pelvis up while pulling my face back into her steaming flesh. "To say that you are not like other men would be an understatement." Her breathing began to quicken. " You are loving, nurturing, passionate and what you do with that tongue is out of this fucking world!" I felt her hamstrings tighten as she reached the edge of her orgasm. I grasped her hips, canted my head to concentrate on her throbbing clit and eased a finger into her delicate folds. I could feel her orgasm coming as her inner walls began to spasm. She was gritting her teeth and laughing like she had a huge Charlie Horse somewhere. I held onto her gyrating hips, with my tongue firmly planted around her clit. She pulled my hair and ears, squirmed around like she was making a lewd snow angel, and collapsed in a glistening tangle of appendages. She slowly opened her eyes and looked down at me, watching her, while resting my chin on her pelvic bone. "You are so beautiful", I said sweetly. She rose onto her elbows and pulled me on top; her skin was moist and hot. I rose up on my hands, while she guided me inside the temple of my desire. She held me still for a moment to savor the merging of our bodies, let out a slow sigh and kissed me soulfully. "You feel so good inside me. The sensation of being filled is really wonderful and unique. Maybe I'll show it to you some time." No sooner did those words pass her lips; that I lost my sight and had the hardest orgasm that I have ever experienced. It surprised us both that I came so quickly and so violently. I finally regained my faculties, and the ability to focus, and saw Gwen smiling and playing with my bangs. "Honey, I was all ready for a little romp, but my naughty suggestions seem to be too much for you to take. Would you be a sweet little pussyboy and take care of your Queen?" I guess I had a look of surprise, because she started laughing and said with a raised eyebrow, " Come now, haven't you tasted a little of your juice after I went down on you?" I nodded, as it made sense. She has swallowed for me a couple of times, and it wasn't any big deal for her. With a little trepidation, I kissed her softly and made my way between her milky thighs; no pun intended. "Put your arms under my thighs, and I'll guide you, baby." She gingerly rose up while I extended my arms. She then settled her thighs over my biceps, literally pinning me down and placing her steaming mound an inch from my nose. I could see that her lips were swollen and red, and my seed was beginning to make its way to the surface. "Can you see your cum, baby?" I nodded softly as she cradled my head in her hands. "Take that magic tongue and lick it, baby." With that, she settled her pretty lips on mine. I watched as I pushed my tongue past her delicate folds and saw that her entire cavity was brimming with warm cum. It's almost like I broke the dam; because as soon as my tongue penetrated her, my thick seed began to flow into my cupped tongue. "Oh, that is so fucking hot, baby!" I looked up to see Gwen on her elbows, and watching in amazement as my warm cum flowed across my tongue and into my mouth. Breathing deeply and bowing her back for a better view, she continued, " Oooo that's it, baby. Drink that creamy load from my snatch! I want you to clean every drop of your sperm from my pussy. You look so good with cum on your pretty lips. That's it little girl, lick my pussy!" She emphasized every other word with a thrust of her pelvis, until she stopped talking and clenched her thighs around my head. We were connected in an unusual lip lock as her orgasm came crashing down. I was overwhelmed in a cum-covered heaven. The jism that filled her was actually surging in jets into my trapped mouth. I swallowed it all: hers and mine. I raised up to get a breath of air, but was pulled forward into another lip lock with my beautiful Gwen. She kissed me harder than ever before; our tongues joining and swirling around like mating snakes. She withdrew slowly; her eyes were positively sparkling. I was trying to catch my breath, which was heavy with our mixed essence. While still cradling my head, she looked me squarely in the eye and said," You are so beautiful, and I love you so much." I felt my heart swell and my soul soared. With a heartfelt sigh, "You make me so very happy", I replied. We both shed a tear of joy and a knowing smile, then nestled under the covers and into each other's arms.

We woke up a half hour later. She got into the shower first and was out in a flash. I lingered under the hot water for a moment, basking in the love that I felt for this woman. I turned off the water, grabbed a fresh towel and pulled back the curtain. She was sitting at her dressing table, in a black lace bra and thong set, pulling her hair up into a loose bun. "What do you say, we get dressed and go have some lunch?" I agreed and finished drying myself. " I stepped out of the shower as Gwen was finishing her makeup, and we met at the door to the bedroom. We embraced and stared deeply into each other's eyes. "Did you like the way we played this morning?" I just smiled and nodded. "Did you enjoy wearing the pretty apron and that cute little nightie?" I had to agree that it was fun and very erotic. "Did you notice how your persona shifted and you became very docile and submissive when I dressed you in those delicate clothes?" I lowered my eyes and agreed when I discovered that she had seen the same changes that I had noticed, but without any prompting from me. I took her slim hand in mine and brought it to my lips, kissing it gently. "You can read me like a book." I looked up to see her smiling gently. She lifted my chin with the index finger of her other hand and said, " Can you deny the way you felt when you wore them?" I smiled and shook my head; afraid to open that book any further. Looking intently into my eyes, Gwen stated," Then I have set some clothes out for you on the bed. Shall we get dressed?" Without waiting for my answer, she pulled me to her for a deep, soulful kiss, then took my hand and led me to a new chapter in our relationship. Gwen and I stood, hand-in-hand, in silence and surveyed the clothing that she had selected: a pair of navy blue canvas shorts, a yellow cotton button-down shirt, a white cotton camisole, yellow French cut panties, the matching bra and brown leather slides. She broke the silence, "I think it's a very conservative outfit that will look really cute on my honey." I stammered something about wondering if it was a little over the edge. " In light of recent events," she said with a matter-of-fact expression, "I think that it's a good start toward a brand new you." I gave a confused look while eyeing the panty and bra set. " Honey, you said yourself that you couldn't deny how good it felt, and how much fun it was to dress in those pretty clothes. Well, I am giving you the opportunity to continue to have that good feeling, and to better focus on what's most important in your life, me. So with that in mind, I think that we should get you ready." She handed me the panties, "Step into these, sweetie. You'll love the way they feel." I again stammered something about wearing something a little more boyish. "Well sweetie, you weren't too worried about being boyish this morning in your little apron and nightie?" I could tell that she was getting frustrated with me. "I'll make a deal with you, she said,' Put on this cute little panty and bra set, and after one minute, you are not aroused, then you can put on your silly boy clothes and I'll never bring this up again. However, if you do get all warmed up, then you will not only wear them, but you will shave your legs, crotch and armpits, and wear whatever I say, whenever I say." She had laid it all out for me. She was so wonderful and beautiful, and we were so good together; in and out of the bedroom. We had so much in common, and it would be silly to have something like this come between us. Granted, this morning was really exciting and I have to admit that I really enjoyed it, but I figured that it was just a "bedroom thing", not a lifestyle change. She's right, I was much more attentive and docile, and that made us both very happy. So what! I am not concerned with what anyone else thinks, and she would never intentionally humiliate me in public; so what's the big deal? I just might like it, as much as she seems to enjoy seeing me dressed in pretty panties and bras. I was brought out of my internal debate by Gwen's soft lips kissing my cheek. "I left you a new bottle of Nair and a razor in the shower, sweetie." She looked down and smiled at my erection that was softly twitching in time with my pulse. I lowered my head in embarrassment and headed toward the shower. I had watched Gwen use the hair removal cream when she really wanted to be smooth, so applying it was no big deal. Fifteen minutes later, I returned silky smooth, from the eyebrows down. She was ready for me with a perfumed lotion, and the second pair of panties that I would wear today.

 

NOTABLE CHANGES

I have to admit that the feeling of being freshly shaven is really nice, especially in the warm summer breeze that was now coming through the window. I have always had a slight build, at 5 foot 8 inches, with a small waist, short torso, narrow shoulders, shoulder-length dishwater blonde hair and a bubble butt. I was never captain of the football team and I never really considered my physique to be "feminine", but without the dishwater-blonde hair on my limbs, I felt frail and a little delicate. Under Gwen's tutelage, I tucked my now flaccid penis back between my legs and pushed my smooth testicles up into my pelvic cavity. The panties held me in place, and with this configuration, I now had what, looked like, a mature labia. "How cute! Now turn around, baby; let me close the back of your bra" said Gwen with a businesslike tone. I had upset her by balling up about the clothes, and for good reason. She had taken the time to confer with me about it, and I had openly agreed without any coercion; so why was I fighting it. It's not like she was sending me to the grocery store in a mini skirt and high heels… She is also right, that the snug feeling of the bra and panties keeps me docile and focused on her for support and guidance. "It'll be our little secret," she said with a little peck on my neck. She brushed out my hair and pulled it back into a ponytail with a yellow scrunchy, "We'll have to look at some ways to soften your look a little. Can you finish dressing while I find something for me to wear?" I nodded and smiled sweetly, then smiled widely at already noticing the transformation. This is kinda fun. I donned the camisole, which somewhat concealed the fact that I was wearing my first brassiere today. I could tell that the shorts were Gwen's, as they were quite a bit shorter than any of mine. I discovered that the buttons on the shirt were backward, so without too much trepidation, I accepted that I was wearing a complete outfit of women's clothes.

Isn't it interesting how quickly changes occur; when endorsed by all interested parties? Dressed like this; I felt calm, docile and almost subservient, but in a positive way. Maybe we should vote in a female president and put congress in cute panties…

Gwen chose to drive us to the little deli that had just opened downtown. I was adjusting and fidgeting around in my seat; unable to get comfortable in my new clothes "Stop squirming, sweetie, you'll soon get so used to wearing it that you'll feel naked without one." I knew exactly what she was talking about, too. Aside from the short shorts, backward buttons, skimpy panties that rode up without provocation, smooth shimmering limbs, the soft jingle of the silver tennis bracelet and the inescapable scent of the "unisex" cologne; the bra was what changed everything. It was a governor on my maleness.

This trend continued throughout our courtship, with a steady replacement of my male wardrobe and persona. She asked me to marry her on our one-year anniversary. We were celebrating at home in our usual fashion: I was wearing my favorite "little black dress" with a hot pink satin waist cincher with matching bra and thong, tan stockings and black strappy sandals with four-inch stiletto heels. My dress had been removed somewhere between the kitchen and the dining room, where I was given a gift from Gwen. Per her instructions, I had turned around and closed my eyes. She had me lift my frosted blonde hair from my neck. I felt her reach around my neck and place a cool chain around and hook the clasp. "Don't look yet, muffin." My knees began to shake in excitement. I now understood why she had intentionally told me not to wear any earrings in the bottom holes (I now have three in my left and two in my right), as I felt her apply the familiar weight of dangling earrings. I let my hair down and brushed my bangs from my eyes. She walked me across the living room to the mirror over the fireplace, and told me that it was ok to look. I opened my dramatically painted eyes to see a paradoe pendant necklace and matching earrings in a white gold setting. I inhaled deeply and my eyes began to tear, "Oh Gwen, they're beautiful." I kissed her as a tear washed down my powdered cheek. "They look beautiful on you, baby." I had to sit down for a minute. Gwen took my hand, helped me back up and to balance on the heels. She was dressed identically, but in all black. We stood eye to eye, her hands around my waist; and mine around her neck. We kissed passionately. I knelt to remove her moist panties: taking the bow on each hip between my painted lips and rearing back, until they rested at her feet. "Come with me, you little tart!" she said with a grin. I followed her to the bedroom. The room was moving with candlelight and the warm evening breeze. We stopped at the foot of our four-poster bed and kissed like all lovers aspire to kiss. "This is where it all started baby." I nodded, without leaving her glance. "We've come a long way in a short time; you and me." She added, as if leading up to something. Looking deeply into my eyes, she said, "We have accomplished and experienced so much, that I can't imagine any reason why I shouldn't give you this." She produced a black velvet ring box from behind. "Monica, will you marry me?" She had been calling me by that name since that first morning. I knew that my given name of Michael no longer fit my reflection in the mirror, and the way she said it made me feel pretty and loved. I looked down at the open box, which displayed an emerald-cut solitaire diamond on a thin white gold setting. I stared intently at the ring, took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, and then looked at Gwen, "I would love to marry you." We smiled and kissed and laughed until we cried. "We're gonna ruin our makeup if we keep this up." I said as I reached for a tissue. Which made us laugh a little harder, considering the irony. "I think we need another glass of wine." I agreed, turned and led her back to the dining room. I sat down gingerly while she filled our glasses. "Does this mean what I think it means? " looking up from my engagement ring. She smiled as she poured the last of the bottle into my glass, "Yes, my love. We have some decisions to make tomorrow, but tonight we should celebrate the occasion and address the them in due time. She handed me the glass and offered a simple toast, "To us." She had said all along, that if the world was not accepting of us, then the world could take a flying leap. It didn't matter, as long as we were both happy and open with our feelings. Our wine goblets met in a perfect C (one of her pet peeves about selecting wine glasses) and we settled back into the overstuffed sofa to contemplate. I crossed one smooth leg daintily over the other and rest my glass on my exposed knee. "What'll we tell the families?" Our parents knew that we were cohabitating, but not much more, as they lived across country. "We love each other and we want to be together for the rest of our lives." She said without hesitation. "Sounds good to me, but who's gonna throw the bouquet?" I said with a smile. She said confidently, "I'll throw the bouquet, but we're both wearing the garter."

 

THE BRIDE'S TO BE

The wedding planner was a close friend of Gwen's from college. I wondered how close when I saw them greet each other at the door. They embraced and kissed solidly on the lips. I felt my knees get weak and my nipples stiffen as I looked on in silence. Gwen turned toward me with the woman on her arm, "Sylvia, I'd like you to meet my betrothed (here it comes, like a punch in the chest), Monica." I stood there in my navy blue short-shorts, a pink peasant top (which matched my nails) and powder-pink high-heeled mules with my mouth agape, waiting for the air to reenter my lungs. "It's a real pleasure to finally meet you. Gwen has told me so much about you. Can I see the ring?" Well, the cat was out of the lingerie bag now! I lifted my wrist and daintily showed off my engagement ring. Looking at Gwen, she said, "It looks better on him than it did in the showcase the night we picked it out." I guess I looked a little surprised at her statement, because they both burst out in laughter and hugged again. "Honey, I have been planning this for some time now." She said with a knowing smile and squeezing Sylvia's hand in hers. Sylvia broke the ice with, "Why don't we sit down and start tossing around ideas?" She took her large briefcase and headed for the coffee table, while Gwen and I prepared the cheese plate and opened the wine. "I told you that it'd be ok. She and I go way back. She also sees how happy you are making me, so as long as I stay satisfied, Sylvia is your new best friend." She gave me a peck on the back of my neck as she walked past with the bottle of chilled Chardonnay and three glasses, "You did a great job on that cheese plate; it's almost too pretty to eat." I retorted in a whisper, "Not like my Queen though…" Her eyes and jaw and smile went wide, " You are a naughty little tart; just like I designed you." We walked into the living room grinning like Cheshire Cats. "Wedding Planners see it all of the time; two people in love and ogling all over each other, but you two take the cake!" We giggled at each other and sat down on each side of Sylvia, "First let's look at dress designs…"

 

WEDDING BALLS

Sylvia applied a generous amount of lubricant to the powder pink butt plug before pushing the length into my upturned ass. "This is an early wedding gift from me, to make sure that you are ready for later, sweetie. There are three hollow steel balls inside which will collide with every step down the isle, and send delicious vibrations through you." She said with a devilish smile. "You are so hot!" She said as she playfully smacked my right butt cheek, causing the large plug, now firmly planted in my ass, to vibrate erratically. Removing the latex gloves, she saw her watch, "We'd better get a move on if we are going by the hotel before noon." I stood back from the couch that I had been leaning over, and felt the second collision within my loins. That was followed by a twitch from my "clit". I then felt the familiar twinge of pain as it tried to pull away from the stainless steel ring that was anchored between my stretched anus and my silky smooth ball sack. The discomfort quickly subsided, and I stepped into the pearled white French-cut panties. The satin waist cincher, stockings, panties and matching bra were also a gift from Sylvia. "You only get to be a virgin bride once, so you might as well go all out." She said as I opened the box at the bridal shower. I saw that the pearl-pink polish on my toes shown easily through the sheer stockings as I stepped into my silky slacks. If Sylvia had her way, I would be sporting the black satin miniskirt, frilled blouse, tailcoat, top hat and "fuck-me" pumps that I had to model at the bridal party, instead of the black silk pant-suit, open-collared silk blouse and black patent stacked loafers.

Gwen looked beautiful in her gown of white satin and pearls. Although we looked traditional from a distance, we wore matching lingerie and garters, and I transferred my engagement ring to my right hand. She wore pearl earrings and I wore diamonds studs. The ceremony was very intimate; Sylvia doubled as the Maid of Honor and the Best Man. We opted to forego the reception and get the red-eye flight to Hawaii for two weeks of sun and relaxation. Gwen packed a bag for both of us. Needless to say, we came back with matching bikini tan lines, and a few new ideas. The office picnic where we first met was actually my old office and she was a big client. When Gwen and I got involved, management moved me over to personally take care of her company's accounts. The memo stated that it was "in the company's best interest if I took this account on single handedly." Little did they know that the client's request came from the same woman that took my cherry with her strap-on, one night in the executive washroom.

After the honeymoon, I was able to move my job to our home and work from a laptop; which spelled Open Dress Code in Gwen's eyes. I rarely wear pants, maybe sometimes when we go out, but they are always "pure girl". The looks used to bother me, but Gwen put it all to rest. I still get a little apprehensive about going out dressed. Maybe because there have been times when guys would try to pick us up as a pair of available girls. I can see the wheels turning in Gwen's head when a guy pays attention to me. I bring her back to earth by reminding her that the only dick on my lips is her strap-on and the only cum that I will swallow is my nectar flowing from her flower. I love Gwen because she showed me how beautiful life can be at her side, and at her feet. She knew who I was before I did, and wasted no time in exploiting that fact.

 

RESIGNATION

I have resigned to the fact that Gwen knows best. We are laughing and playing croquet at the picnic with Jerry (he and I used to share an office), his wife and five other couples. I see the "guys" standing around the keg, while their wives corral the kids and catch up on the latest gossip. They stand there with a plastic cup of beer planted securely in their hand, dressed in baggy shorts, Polo shirts and tennis shoes; checking out the others wives and the girls from the secretary pool. Gwen caught a couple of them eyeing me as I was bending over to hit my ball through a wicket. After the game, we strolled over, holding hands, to the band of hairy spectators around the keg. "Hello boys." Said Gwen as she reached for a couple of cups. I had the tap in my hand, getting ready to pour, when the office Neanderthal thought of something witty to say, " Careful boys, don't let her near you or you'll end up like Mike, here…" I turned around, catching him staring at my smooth tanned legs, and smiled. "Does she got you suckin' dicks yet, Mike? Maybe you could make a few bucks out back from some of the boys here, heeheehee. Just as he belched after laughing, his wife grabbed him by the elbow and clearly spoke, "Ron, are you being an asshole again? We talked about that very issue in the car, didn't we? Why don't you go find your children and get them ready to go, instead of reaffirming the fact that you have no class." She then apologized to the group, gave me a reassuring hug, winked at Gwen and mouthed the words, "tonight we try on panties" and smiled widely. Gwen took my hand in hers and interlocked our fingers. "How do you feel, baby?" She asked over her shoulder. I replied, "Awfully cute and awfully lucky to have you."

  

  

  

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