The next day, Sunday, was difficult or me. I slept restlessly thinking about my promises and the way I agreed to let her do things to me. Not that I regretted it, mind you, but I was just a little worried I was creating a situation for myself in the future which I might regret. If it all played out like we agreed, everything would be fine. But, if she decided to change the rules on me, I had already set myself up for a major transformation from husband and man to full time panty boy. In as much as the latter sounded intriguing, it wasn’t something I was sure I could accept as a life long change
I woke up on Sunday with one of those killer morning erections. You know, the kind that ache and throb. Every male gets them and this morning I had a text book case of ‘brick hard cock’ to deal with. As I lay in bed with Julie sleeping soundly next to me, I started to stroke it slowly and quietly. I was just about to the glory land when my hand movements under the sheet must have woken Julie.
“You’re up early.” She said.
“I’m so hard right now,” I replied, “can I put it in you?”
“I think you should save it up today, Baby,” she answered, “besides, we have work to do.”
I wasn’t sure what she was talking about, but I kept on stroking my cock thinking that if I couldn’t slip Mr. Happy into her, I might as well get myself off while I had the opportunity.
“Come on,” she said, “stop pulling that monster and give it a rest for a day.” Laying her hand on top of mine to stop my jacking she said “Greg, I’ll make it up to you and it will be worth it, I promise, so, hands off, okay?”
She had one of those “I know something you don’t know” smiles on her face. So, even though I wasn’t thrilled with her asking me to stop, I gave in and stopped. I should know by now that she always gets her way that’s the one lesson every husband eventually learns.
And so, we ended up working all day, and I seriously mean ALL DAMN DAY, in the yard. She sent me to the landscape store to get 15 bags of mulch. We pulled weeds, trimmed bushes, cut the grass, edged the walk and the driveway, raked up the old mulch and put out the new mulch. She pulled out the box containing a drip watering system we bought last spring, but never installed, and made me do that, too, so her hanging plants would survive the summer heat. By the time we were done, it was 9:00 PM and virtually dark outside. My back was sore and I was filthy dirty.
Oh, one more thing, I didn’t get a hard-on once that day – not fucking once. Well, that’s not entirely true…..
When we were finished in the yard and had everything cleaned up, I was in the garage about to kick my shoes off and head into the house to take a shower when she stopped me. “Hey, hold on,” she said, “You’re not going in my house like that!” I stopped as I was about to reach for the door leading into the house.
“Take those clothes off and leave them out here, Greg,” she asked, “you’re covered with all kinds of crap and I don’t want it on the carpets.” I looked at her and then saw the logic of her wisdom. Reaching down to grab the hem of my shirt, I pulled it over my head. She was standing in the middle of the garage with her hands out so I walked over and handed her the shirt. “Come on,” she said, “everything.”
The garage door was open and it didn’t take long for me to detect a faint smile on her face. Being after 9:00 PM, it was almost dark. The garage light wasn’t on, and yes, it was safe enough to strip down for her that is, as long as someone wasn’t walking or driving by.
“Julie,” I asked, “are you sure you want me to do this?”
She turned to walk down to the driveway and looked up and down the street. Coming back into the garage she said “There’s no one out there, there’s no one coming, Greg at least not now. The longer you delay the more chance someone will see you.”
My hands moved to the waistband of my shorts and I pushed them and my white cotton panties down and stepped out of them. She reached out and I handed them to her. Tossing my shirt, panties and shorts on the floor, she stood behind me and turned me toward the street.
“You know, Honey,” she said, “no one can see in here unless we turn the light on. In fact, I bet you could fuck me right now and no one would suspect a thing.” She started to jack my cock. It had already started to get hard, and her actions brought out it’s full hardness. Without warning, a car drove by. A brief dim line of light traveling into the garage illuminated us for an instant as the car passed the house. Gawd, she had me going now.
Whispering in my ear she said “I knew you would like this.”
She continued to jack my cock for a minute when she said “Hold on, I’ll be right back.”
She disappeared into the house for only a moment. When she came back out, I couldn’t see what she had with her, but, I knew she was carrying something. She stood behind me again and handed me a towel. “Hold this over your head, Honey.” I wasn’t sure why she asked me to hold a towel over my head, but, I wanted her to continue the hand job so I did it.
“Greg, I want to always remember three things, okay, Honey?” She asked.
“Okay….” I said hesitantly.
“First,” she said, “I love you with all my heart and I wouldn’t ever do anything to hurt what we have. Second, I’ll never push you beyond what we’ve talked about, Okay?”
My cock was hard as hell now. She was building to something, I just knew it. I was either going to get a blow job, or she was going to let me fuck her in the garage with the door open, or maybe she was going to take my ass right there and right now with the strap-on.
“Julie,” I said, “I love you, too and yes, I realize all of that.”
“Good,” she said, “and lastly, Honey, don’t ever make the mistake of thinking that I ever forget anything.”
With that, I heard the screw cap of a bottle being opened. The next thing I felt shot me out of my skin and delivered a jolt to my body such as I have never felt before.
She poured an ice cold bottle of drinking water down the front of my body.
“SHIT!” I yelled.
She jumped back, laughing as hard as I’ve ever seen her laugh. “That’s payback, Buster, for dumping the cold water on me in the shower last week.”
It was true…. Last week I found her in the shower happily listening to her boom box, washing her hair under the serenity of the gentle hot water. I sneaked into the bathroom with a large cup of ice water from the refrigerator and jokingly poured it over the shower doors and right down her front. The shock of it made her fall against the wall and she screamed at me as I laughed. She told me she would get me back.
Realizing that she had set me up with the explicit purpose of getting her payback, I accepted the punishment and stood there trying to catch my breath.
Suddenly, the light came on in the garage and I turned to see Julie with one hand on the light switch and the other at the door leading into the house. “Don’t come in until you’re dry.” She said. Then she was gone.
So, here I am… it’s dark outside, I’m naked and have just been drenched with cold water standing in the middle of my garage and she turns the light on! At least she was nice enough to give me a towel. I should have seen this coming.
I ran to the light switch and turned it off as quickly as I could. Using the towel, I dried myself off while I thought about which of our neighbors might have seen me standing in the garage naked. The light couldn’t have been on for more than 15 seconds, but, still, if someone had been looking our way, they would have seen me. I had to laugh, though, she got me good, that’s for sure.
Once I was dried, I opened the door and stepped into the kitchen. She was standing there, still laughing her ass off, pointing at me with one hand and holding another ice cold bottle of water in the other hand.
“We’re even now,” she said, in between chuckles, “You get yourself into the shower and get cleaned up while I get dinner ready.”
Seeing her standing there in a defensive posture ready for ice water warfare was a hilarious sight. I broke into a fit of laughter myself.
“Okay, Okay,” I said, “let’s have a truce.”
“Alright,” she said, “no more cold water surprises. But you get in there and get cleaned up. And, keep your hands off your dick, Mister!”
I had to smile and grin all the way through my shower. As I was drying off, I thought I might shock her and come out dressed in the new ‘Fuck Me Panties’. The deal was, if I ever put them on, it meant I wanted her to take my ass with the strap on. My cock started to grow as I hunted for them, but, they were no where in the bedroom. I looked in every drawer, in the closet and in the clothes hamper. They had vanished.
Slipping on a pair of her nylon boy short panties and a t-shirt, I walked back toward the kitchen. Stopping short of the doorway, I peeked around the doorway and asked “Is it safe to come in? Are you still armed?”
“We have a truce, remember?” she laughed as she replied.
I walked in and gave her a hug while she set the plates on the table for us. As we ate, she basked in the glow of her sneak attack and recounted the whole event play by play telling me she planned the attack earlier in the day when she saw how hot and sweaty I was. You could see the evil in her eyes when she told me how she put the water bottles in the freezer 3 hours before she dumped it on me, making sure it didn’t freeze before she could use it on me. We laughed and had a good time talking about it and I wasn’t mad at her. It was all in fun.
After dinner, I knew we would have some thrilling sex and then drift off to sleep. I was surprised when she told me she was tired and asked if it would be okay if we took the night off. “Sure,” I told her, “no problem.”
“I’ll take care of you tomorrow, though,” she added, “I told you I would make it worth your while to wait and I will.”
I went to work on Monday as usual. I took another shower when I got up and Julie fixed me some breakfast while I was in there. She also laid out some silky panties and a matching silky camisole for me to wear under my dress shirt. When I balked at the camisole, she told me she just wanted me to try it. Of course I put it on – I know better than to deny her anything. She adjusted the straps so the cups fell adjacent to my nipples and truthfully, you couldn’t tell I had it on under by blue dress shirt. No problem, I thought I’ll humor her.
She called me 5 times through the day. She never had anything special to talk about that is until the last time she called. “So, what do you think about the camisole?” she asked.