Unfortunately, the first time I tried to post this chapter it was rejected as being garbled. So, that means chapter 3 and maybe chapter 4 would be posted after this chapter, which is too bad because this chapter helps set the tone for every chapter until the end.
Still, I hope you enjoy it. Please vote and please make comments. I answer all emails.
My experience with Julie and the strap-on dildo, was humbling, yet exciting, fulfilling and door opening. Years ago, if you told me I would have bent over to willingly take something up my ass like that, you would have risked a black eye. However, things change. As Julie and I experimented with our bodies, I accepted the fact that I enjoyed some anal play. Since Julie did, too, I just accepted it as part of our routine sex play. The strap-on was a logical step I think I subconsciously always knew we would take.
But the strap-on wasn’t the only trick Julie had up her sleeve as she began to do more and more to prepare me for my fantasy weekend.
Another sign of her scheming which I totally missed was her gradual acceptance and introduction of panties into our regular sex play. Not only did I see her in her lingerie much more often, but, she starting wearing her panties to bed and asking me to go down on her while she was wearing them. Sometimes, she would ask me to make love to her while she was wearing them, slipping them to the side so I could enter her. Oh, how I loved all of it. Before long, she started bringing a second pair to bed with her one that was moist or a nice pair from the day before and was holding them to my nose while she rode on top of me, or using them to jack me off and telling me how much it turned her on to share her panties with me. I was a basket case when she did these things. I raced home every day after work just so I could watch her change out of her work clothes, giving me a good show each day. Most of the time she would stand in front of me and let me put my face in her crotch to smell her, and then torment me by telling me I couldn’t do more until later. When she finally broached the subject of wearing panties, she asked me if I wanted to try a pair on. OH YEAH! It was as if one of my long time prayers had been finally answered. Since I had secretly done this before without her knowledge, her offer vindicated and validated my hidden desires.
She never once showed any concern as I began to wear her panties. At first, I only put them on occasionally. Then, it grew to where I was wearing them before and after our sex play, and finally it turned into a normal routine with me wearing them virtually all the time. I never once felt that my manhood was in jeopardy and it became a completely comfortable thing for me to slip her silkies up over my hips each day. She would even help me decide which ones to wear, or sometimes pick them out for me, making sure I modeled them for her so she could ‘check the fit’. I loved it when she ran her hands over my ass when I wore them, or when she cradled my nylon encased cock and balls in her hands.
After several weeks, she surprised me by tugging me into the lingerie section of Penny’s department store while we were at the mall one Saturday evening. “Greg, let’s get some panties for you,” she said. “You need your own, and besides, you’re stretching mine out.” I was hard as a rock before she could finish her sentence.
While we shopped, she shooed away the sales girl that kept hovering around and we wandered the lingerie department looking for just the right panties. As we browsed, Julie showed me and described all the different styles and fabrics. “Do you see anything you like?” she asked.
“Well,” I said, “First of all, no thongs. And I like the silky feel like the rayon or nylon. The cotton doesn’t feel like that, so, no cotton.”
“Okay, that’s a start.” She said.
“And, they need to be big enough to fit my dick inside and hold my balls in without them falling out. But, no granny panties.” I added. She smiled.
We came across some hipsters that looked to be just the right size and style. The new fabrics they have these days are truly wonderful and these were perfect. They were stretchy without being too stretchy. They were soft and shiny, with no scratchy lace or trim and I was getting hard holding them in my hand. My wife reached down and felt my cock saying “Hmm, looks like we have a winner there, big man. You’re not going to cum in your pants, are you?”
I watched as she picked out several pair of this style in different colors. First white, then beige, and then black. “Are these okay, Greg?” she asked. I nodded my approval as she reached over to the rack and picked up three more pairs. These were pink. I took a sharp intake of breath as I watched her, but, I didn’t stop her or say anything. I had always avoided wearing any of her pink or red panties it was just too much to deal with. The color was way too feminine and girly for me. I mean after all, I wasn’t trying to dress like a girl, I just wanted to wear panties under my regular clothes. In my mind, there was a difference. Apparently in Julie’s mind, there wasn’t any difference at all.
Julie hooked her arm into mine and pulled me toward the register. Sensing my apprehension, she softly said “Pink goes with just about anything and I think these will look cute on you.” The word ‘cute’ pierced right through me but before I could say or do anything, we arrived at the register counter where the young sales girl asked “Did you find everything you were looking for?” I could have died when Julie looked at me as if I was going to answer. After an uncomfortable pause, she turned back to the sales girl and said “Yes, I think he’s set for now.”
We completed the sale as I stood in silence and wondered if the sales girl picked up on my wife’s attempt to embarrass me. As we turned to leave, I tried to scold her for trying to have some fun at my expense, but she stopped me saying “Come on Honey, do you think you’re the first man to buy panties here? I bet that girl sells panties to big strong guys like you everyday. And besides, you’re not ashamed are you?”
I shook my head and told her I wasn’t ashamed. “Then what does it matter? She doesn’t know you and she probably gets off on it, anyway. It will give her something to gossip about with her little friends.” I had to admit to myself that I was pretty turned on at the whole idea of buying my own panties and was even more turned on by the fact that the girl might have suspected it. We had just about made it to the aisle between departments when she stopped, turned around and tugged me back into the lingerie section saying, “Oops, I forget something.” Julie led me over to an area that must have had five hundred different bras. I don’t know how any woman ever finds anything here there’s just too much to choose from.
Oh, fuck. Immediate panic set in and I cringed at the thought of her getting me a bra, too. It wasn’t until she started looking through a rack of bras that were her size that I started to calm down. I stood next to her and looked around while she fumbled through the rack, finally pulling one out that I knew was her size, 34B. “What do you think?” she asked. Turning my full attention to the bra, I looked it over the cups were thin and soft, no under wire and the straps were thin and delicate looking. I imaged her petite breasts gently cradled in the cups and her nips poking through the thin material. I told her it would look good on her.
“Yeah,” she said, “I think so, too. I wonder if they have another one?” I had turned around to look toward the panty section when she nudged me and said, “Okay, all done. Let’s go.” As we walked back to the register, I saw that the same sales girl was still there. She saw us as we got closer and smiled. When we arrived at the counter she said “Back so soon?”
Julie smiled and handed the two bras to the girl who started to scan the items into the register. She stopped as she scanned the second one saying “Oh, these are different sizes. One is a 34B and one is a 36A.”
“I know,” Julie said, “His and hers.”
At first I didn’t comprehend what she said. Then it hit me. I felt my face turn red and I started to get a hot flash as the sales girl looked up at me. I was totally shocked and almost started to turn and walk away. If it wouldn’t have been for the fact that the sales girl went right back to her job and Julie squeezing my hand, I would have marched right out of there.
I was in shock as we turned and walked away from the counter. I leaned over to her and said “Why the hell did you do that?”
She pulled me in between the racks of some nightgowns and put her hand on my crotch grabbing my cock through my jeans. “That’s why.” She said. “Your cock is hard, isn’t it? You’re getting off on this.”
“You know damn well I’ve never said a thing about wearing bras.” I told her.
“That’s not the point, Greg,” she replied, “that girl now thinks you wear bras and panties. Can you image what’s going through her mind right now? Do you have any idea how sexual that is? I bet she’s so hot she’s starting to drip. I bet she’ll play with herself tonight just thinking about how cute you look dressed in a bra and panties.”
She took my hand firmly saying “Come on, we’re going back and you better be good or I’ll make you try this stuff on in front of her.” She pulled me right into the panty section again. It wasn’t long before the sales girl came strolling over saying “Is there something more I can help you with?”
“Oh, yes.” Julie said. “Do you have ruffled panties? You know the little girl kind with ruffles across the back, but, in our sizes?” She looked right at me as she emphasized ‘our sizes’.
I could feel my face burn red. The heat and pressure on my face was almost unbearable and it got worse when Julie moved up close to her said “Listen, you’re not going to say anything about me shopping for him, are you? You know, were good customers here and I don’t want to have to worry that we can’t come back to shop here without snickering going on, or he might even want to come back sometime by himself.”