I actually hadn’t even given it any thought until she brought it up. My day had been busy with meetings and things to do. But, sitting there talking to her on the phone I reached up to my nipple and touched it. It blossomed and hardened under my touch and I told her so.
“So, you like it?” She asked.
“I’m, uh, not sure….. it’s kind of a stretch for me, you know.” I said.
“Okay,” she said, “we’ll talk about it more when you get home, Baby.”
That was about 2:00 PM when I talked to her. I had a staff meeting at 2:30 and during the whole meeting, I kept thinking about the camisole and brushing my nipple when it wasn’t obvious. Both my nipples were hard each time I did it. As I moved in my chair, I felt the silky material rub against my nipples. It wasn’t bothering me or hurting me, but, it gave me a constant reminder that everything I was wearing under my male clothes was hers.
When the staff meeting was over, I called her at work to tell her about the affect the camisole had on my nipples. It finally dawned on me that the reason she called me so many times that day was to see if I would volunteer any reaction to the camisole. I didn’t find her in her office so I connected with her assistant to see if she knew when she would be back.
“Oh, she took the afternoon off today,” her assistant told me, “can I take a message.”
“No,” I said, “I’ll just call her cell phone. Thanks anyway.”
Julie hadn’t said anything to me about taking the afternoon off and it wasn’t like her to hold that kind of thing back. I sat at my desk wondering what I should do. Do I start calling around for her?
At 4:15 I hadn’t heard from Julie again so I called her cell phone and she answered right away. “Where are you?” I asked.
“I’m at home,” she said, “Are you on your way soon?”
“Well, I was just wondering where you were,” I told her, “I called your office and they said you took the afternoon off and you didn’t mention anything about that this morning.”
“Yeah, uh, actually our friend Cathy called me on my cell phone around lunch time.” She said.
“Oh, I see. So, uh, what’s going on?” I asked.
“Oh, nothing,” she answered, “we’re just sitting here having come coffee.”
“She’s at our house?” I asked.
“Uh-huh.” Julie answered and followed with “Are you on your way soon?”
“Should I be?” I asked.
“Oh, definitely,” she said.
“Julie,” I asked, “are you cooking something up?”
Again she answered “Oh, definitely.”
“I’m not sure I like the sound of this,” I said, “Do I need to be worried?”
“Oh, no, Honey, not at all,” she said, “Hurry home, okay?”
And I did hurry home. I left work immediately and sped through traffic arriving home in less than 30 minutes. I wasn’t sure why I was hurrying, but, I knew that if Cathy was there and they were alone, there was ample reason to believe they were scheming something up.
As I walked in the front door, I saw them walking in the hallway from the bedroom to the kitchen. Julie wasn’t in her work clothes, but instead, she was dressed in shorts and a t-shirt with sandals on. Cathy had on a short stretchy skirt and a short crop t-shirt that showed off her mid-section and a good deal of cleavage.
Seeing me, Julie came and hugged me, then planted a warm kiss on my lips. “You remember Cathy?” she asked.
“Sure,” I said, reaching out my hand to shake hers, “it’s good to see you again.”
“You have such a nice home,” Cathy said, “one day I’ll have a house like this, too.”
“Thanks, Cathy,” I said, “So, what brought you guys together today?”
Julie jumped in saying “Greg, guess what?” Not waiting for my answer, Julie continued saying “Cathy’s going to stay or dinner. Isn’t that great?”
“Uh-huh,” I said, “we’re glad to have you, Cathy.”
“Cathy,” Julie said, “why don’t you go warm up our coffee and I’ll be right there?”
Cathy nodded and walked into the kitchen as Julie pulled me back into our bedroom. As I walked in, there was a heap of clothes on the bed. As I looked at it, it became clear to me that everything in the pile was lingerie. In fact, it must be every piece of lingerie and silky item in the whole house, except perhaps what she or I was wearing at the time. I didn’t realize she had so much, but, I recognized some of the things in the heap, having seen her different items from time to time, or from having worn it myself.
“What’s all this?” I asked.
Julie looked at me, put her hands on her hips and said “You know, Cathy and I were talking and we thought that before you guys went out shopping, she should have an idea of what we already have and how it fits you. I thought it was a pretty good idea, so, I invited her over. You guys can try some stuff on and get some ideas what you need to fill out your wardrobe. It might make your shopping trip easier. You know?”
“Julie,” I said, “you mean to tell me….”
“Shush.” She said. “Don’t worry about anything. I’ve got it all worked out. All you need to do is keep your promises. I’m not going to let anything happen we haven’t already talked about or that you don’t want.”
“But, Honey, did you stop and think….”
“Greg,” she said, laying her hand on my chest, “Don’t worry. Didn’t I tell you last night I would take care of you tonight and it would be worth the wait? Huh, didn’t I?”
“Yes, you did.” I answered.
“Okay, then. Do you trust me?” She asked.
“Uh-huh,” I said, “you know I do.”
“Then just go with the flow, Stud,” she said, “and remember you promised you would do anything she or I asked you to do… Remember?”
I remembered, oh, how I remembered. I remembered everything. Even without having to really think about it, I remembered how I told her I would strip, expose myself and even masturbate in front of Cathy. Not only that, but I told her I would take the strap-on in front of Cathy, too. Yes, I remembered it all. I meant it all when I said it, but, now that it looked like it was going to happen, I was starting to panic.
Looking into my eyes she asked “Come on, just trust me and play along.”
I nodded and she said “Good, let’s go out and be sociable and you better be a good boy, too. By the way, your ‘Fuck-Me Panties’ are in that pile. You know what happens if you put them on. It’s your choice if you put them on tonight, or not.”
With that, she took me by the hand and we walked into the kitchen. Cathy was sitting at the kitchen table with the coffee cups. As Julie and I entered, I crossed over to the refrigerator to get a beer. As I turned around, I was standing directly across from Cathy sitting at the table. My eyes were brought to her short skirt and as I watched, she uncrossed and crossed her legs giving me an absolutely wonderful view of her white panties. Holy fuck, I thought, I’ve only been home 5 minutes and I’ve already seen her panties.
“So, Greg,” Julie said, “I was telling Cathy about the camisole you wore today. What do you think about it?”
This was it, Julie didn’t waste any time at all. It’s do or die now what I say next could determine what happens from here on out… I decided to go for it.
“Well, I actually had mixed feelings about it this morning. I haven’t gone in for, you know, bras and stuff like that, but, it didn’t bother me at all.”
“Well, did you feel weird wearing it, or what?” Julie asked.
“I don’t think anyone knew and I didn’t feel self-conscious about it, plus…..” bringing my hand to my nipple, “it definitely made my nipples more sensitive.” I said.
“Really?” asked Cathy.
“Greg, why don’t you take off your shirt and show Cathy the camisole?” Julie asked.
As I unbuttoned my shirt, Cathy got up from the table and came to stand in front of me. Removing the shirt, I let her look at me. She ran her hands over the material as if to check the softness.”
“This is made nicely,” Cathy said, “you can tell by the way the hems are stitched.”
Placing her hands on my chest, she felt for my nipples. “Oh!” she exclaimed. “I guess so they are hard, aren’t they?”
She continued to examine the camisole saying “the bust is too big for you, though. You’re going to need something with a much smaller cup size, I think. There’s just too much loose material here.” She said, feeling the space between my nipples and the silky material for the cups.
“He’s got the matching panties on, too.” Julie offered.
“Really?” Cathy asked.
“Greg,” Julie looked at me with a serious look, “why don’t you show Cathy the panties, too?”
Okay, so I’m smart enough to know this was going to happen. Before this afternoon, I thought it would be in the fitting room with Cathy and it would be a time where I would be role playing with her. I could do that. But, I was standing in my own kitchen, already partially undressed and my wife had just told me to drop my trousers so another woman could see me dressed in panties. I hesitated and looked at Julie.
“Come on, Greg,” she said, “you might as well get it over with. Do you have a hard one, is that the problem?”
Fortunately, I didn’t have a hard-on. My cock was sitting perfectly normal held nice and snug inside my panties.
My hands mysteriously went to my belt and I started to undo it. I saw Cathy look at Julie and then smile a mischievous smile. I turned to look at Julie, too, and she had a big grin on her face. She made a gesture for me to continue and I did.