9 comments/ 90526 views/ 13 favorites The Lingerie Party Guest of Honor By: slipfreak46 It started out as a joke. Bob had heard about the lingerie parties that were happening in the neighborhood, sort of the lingerie version of a Tupperware party. His wife, Jean, a very good looking woman in her early 30's had attended several with the other wives that were what the guys in the neighborhood called "Lookers Club". From what she'd told him, the wine and sherry flowed pretty freely. The women had a good time modeling the lingerie, making their decisions on which outfit, not always made with the clearest minds. He wanted to go, he said, just to see the gowns and other silky stuff. He'd even jokingly volunteered to dress as a woman to go. Jean enjoyed telling him just enough of what went on to peak his interest. She focused mostly on what was worn or shown, especially the silky stuff. He'd had a fetish for silky gowns and slips ever since she'd known him and she enjoyed teasing him about it. She also enjoyed occasionally "working him over" with a gown or slip, then not finishing him and letting him take matters into his own hands, until recently. One day, while in the basement, she saw him in his computer room with the door slightly ajar. As his back was to the door, and he had his headset on, he did not notice her. On the screen was a beautiful blonde with large breasts (she guessed at least 38DD) giving a very slow, teasing, blowjob. The camera was apparently being held by the recipient of the tongue lashing, and as the woman looked up at him (the camera), Jean could see blue eyes smiling in delight as she slid the large circumcised cock out of her mouth saying, "Cum for me. Cum on my face." As she stroked, long white liquid ropes began to shoot from the tip, first hitting her in the nose, then forehead and trailing down over one eye then the other. Some even wound up in her beautiful blonde hair. Clearly this woman loved what she was doing. Jean noticed that Bob was rocking as he watched, oblivious of his wife's presence. She also noticed that his arm was moving and his hand seemed to be in his lap. She shifted position and got the view she wanted. He was stroking his own cock and had something in his hand. She knew immediately what it was, a full slip. She knew he sometimes masturbated with one of her slips and sometimes would help him when she caught him. But this was different. She did not know about his porn fantasies. She would check all this out later. Looking back to the screen, she saw the woman bringing all the cum to her mouth, licking the last drop from the head of the spent cock before her. Then, collecting the pool of cum in her mouth, she pushed it up with her tongue for her lover, and the viewing audience to see. With delight in her eyes, she closed her mouth and swallowed, head bowing to accommodate the process. Jean heard her husband moan and knew he was pouring his own cum into the slip in his hand. Quietly she backed away and went upstairs. The next day, while he was at work, she went exploring. His computer room had been his little hide-away and she'd respected that, until now. She would find out what was going on. It didn't take long. She turned on the computer and while it was booting, started checking drawers. She hadn't recognized the slip when she saw it in his hands and knew where all of hers were. She found it easily enough. As she pulled it out of the drawer, she recognized it. It was her mother's. He must have stolen it when she was over doing laundry about a month ago. Her mother had missed it and called a couple of days later to see if she'd left it. The computer was fully up by now and the desktop had several icons. She recognized most of them as routine but one had a generic logo and the word Wifey. She double clicked on the icon and in an instant she was transported to Wifey's World, the home website of the beautiful blonde she'd seen the day before. After perusing the site for a few minutes, she'd seen enough. She was jealous. Jealous of the beauty, and jealous that she wasn't enough for him. She was also furious about him using her mother's slip. Watching a couple of the movies, she had her husband's number. She'd have to teach him a lesson. She knew just what that lesson would be. A few phone calls and it was all set. She would bring him to the next lingerie party. Each of the girls at first were reluctant until she promised that HE would be part of the show. And not just modeling lingerie either. Each of the women in the group had experienced Bob's roaming hands and thought that he needed a good lesson. When he came home from work, she brought him his beer and finished preparing dinner. Over dinner she told him, "I have a surprise for you." "What would that be, dear?" he asked. "Remember how you have wanted to go to the lingerie parties the girls have once a month?" "Yes." "I asked the girls and they took you up on your offer." "What do you mean?" "If you dress as a woman; dress, heels, hose, pearls, wig, the whole thing; you can come. But you have to be willing to model some of the lingerie." "I don't......" "Oh, come on. It will be fun. You get what you want and even more. You'll have to wear a slip under the dress." She knew she had him. "Maybe a full and a half slip," she added for good measure. She continued. "Let's surprise them. I'll completely feminize you so they won't recognize you, and we won't tell them till later. I'll say you're my friend and I invited you," she smiled, watching him think it over. "You know you want to." "But....." he started. She cut him off. "Think of your naked body encased in a silky full slip and even a half slip. We'll use a full A-line skirt with a couple of crinolines to keep your pecker from standing out," she giggled. "Maybe you will model a long silky gown too. Wouldn't that be fun?" She was taunting him but knew he was hooked. He'd do it. "OK, sounds like fun," he finally confessed, looking a bit embarrassed. She hugged him and kissed his ear. "This will be a night to remember, I promise. The party is next week at Gloria's house. We have a lot to do to get ready. That's not much time to teach you to walk like a woman in heels." The next evening, she took him shopping. Together they picked his shoes, a pair of four inch pumps (she didn't think a open toe sandal would work), a pretty light blue dress with long sleeves and a collar that would stand up when starched. The skirt portion of the dress was full and A-line, as promised. Two starched crinoline petty coats would bring out the flair. Pearls and a blonde wig in a short hair style rounded out the outer ensemble. Bob, about to become Bobbie, would look like June Cleaver. Then, she took Bob into the "intimates" section. She had him pick out the slips and even made him try them on, much to the glee of the sales girls, who were ever so helpful. He was clearly embarrassed but enjoying it all the same. The full slip was a beautiful piece of work. Antique lace decorated the upper portion of the slip and accented the breasts nicely. The skirt portion flared and was obviously meant for an A-line dress. There were three inches of exquisite antique lace on the hem. The ivory-colored nylon was extremely good quality and very silky. He got hard touching it. The half-slip was also flared and was even fuller skirted than the full slip. The lace on the hem was a full four inches of roses and flowers. Its texture was subtle and silky. She knew she'd have to keep them hidden if she wanted them to remain "pure" until the party. The next few nights, when he got home from work, she did not let him have his beer. "I need you fully balanced to learn to walk in heels," she'd told him. After dinner they spent two hours a night until two days from the big event, she felt he'd mastered heels. Two nights before the party, after dinner, she told him to go upstairs and get ready for a shower. A few minutes later she joined him upstairs and stripped. "Go turn on the shower and I will be with you in a moment." She had to admit she was having fun doing this with him, but the best fun was yet to come. Speaking of coming, she had not let him come since the night she'd told him about the party. "I want you ready to give them a show if the situation arises. If it doesn't, believe me I will collect big time when we get home." He reveled at the idea, not exactly sure what "give them a show" meant. When she joined him in the shower, she carried two bottles that at first glance he thought to be shampoo. It was hair remover. "Dear, you can't pull this off with hairy legs. In fact we'll need to use this on you from the neck down or it will show. Come to think of it, your beard will show so that gets it too. Don't worry, we'll only do your face just before you get dressed for the party and it will all grow back in a week or so." It smelled awful but other than that was not too bad. He got a little nervous as she did his groin area but she was gentle and aside from a little stinging when she did his sacks, all went well. After the shower, she let him dry her and she dried him. Then off to bed. He discovered how much more sensitive he was with no hair on his body and Jean had to get slightly forceful to keep him from laying her or from "taking matters into his own hands". The next night, the night before the party, she had him do a full dress rehearsal. After dinner, she sent him to the shower. While he was in the shower, she laid out his clothes. She'd gotten a pair of nylon hose for him and a set of falsies that would look very real under a dress. She also put out a pair of panties in his size. Best to make sure there isn't an accident. When he came out of the shower, she had him put on a robe (one of her nylon robes, of course) then had him sit down at her make-up table. She worked expertly, applying the eyeliner, mascara and foundation. Finally the wig. When he looked in the mirror, someone named Bobbie was looking back at him. Something inside him liked what he saw. Pleased with the result, she took off the robe and handed him the panties. He sat down on the bed and put them on, Taking care to arrange his cock so it could harden as they both knew it would. She then handed him the stockings. They felt wonderful as he slid them up his legs. His eyes closed in pleasure as he pulled them up. She smiled "good" she thought. Then came the falsies. He needed help with these as they hooked in back. Then the full slip. She thought she'd loose him for a minute as the silky nylon slid down his body but he recovered. The half slip went over the full slip and together they were hell-bent on having him, even through the tight panties. She intervened with a finger placed just in the right place and the desire subsided. He looked in the mirror. He'd have made a pass at what he was looking at if it weren't himself. She smiled with pleasure at the result. Only the crinolines, dress and heels remained. She held the crinolines as he stepped into them, then pulled them up to his waist. Then she picked up the dress and opened it for him like a coat. She made him stand still as she buttoned it up from the bottom to keep from wrinkling it. The collar turned up in back, just as June Cleaver wore hers. She had decided not to go with the pearls as originally planned and produced a white neck scarf of pure silk. Again the scarf was "period correct", tied with a knot and pulled to the left side. The silk felt good against his neck and he thanked her for it. This time, when he looked in the full-length mirror, what he saw would have given him an erection if he didn't already have one. Looking back at him was a totally believable woman. Even the legs, he decided, didn't look half bad. "Walk around for me, Bobbie sweetie," she taunted. "Let me get a good look at you." He/she did and even swirled in a girl fashion, the skirt of the dress flaring out to reveal lots of white beneath. "You like your new look, don't you, Bobbie?" "Yes, but remember I am Bob under this outfit and I have eight rock hard inches to prove it." "Oh, sweetie, I know it has been hard (giggle) but I promise you all that stored up cum will be delivered tomorrow night. Now let's get you out of that before you have an accident." She helped him out of each layer, till he pulled the slip over his head and handed it to her. She placed it on the bed then looked at the panties. There was a dark wet spot at the tip of the bulge. She decided the stocking would be next. "Sit down and take your stockings off carefully," she told him. When he had them off and handed to her, he stood up and reached for the waistband of the panties. "Let me", she said. Her hands quickly brushed his aside as she reached for the elastic waistband. Carefully she pulled the panties out in front to clear the "eight inches" he'd referred to. The red inflamed-looking head waved as it came free of its nylon prison. The tip was wet and more was beginning to ooze from the lips of his manhood. As she helped him while he stepped out of the panties, his stiff rod was only a few inches from her face. With a wry smile she leaned forward and engulfed the head like a tootsie pop, then just as quickly released it, then running her finger up the underside to milk out his precum and collecting it on her fingers. Then again, the well-placed finger and the once hard appendage softened. "Patience" as her fingers brought the honey like liquid to his lips then into his mouth. He eagerly licked them clean. That night she slept with him to ensure he did not take matters into his own hands. She had to stop him a couple of times even though he was sound asleep. The next evening, he almost burst through the door with excitement. She hadn't expected him to be so into this but all the better. She had prepared his favorite meal. She had to admit, she made a killer meat loaf. This one was special in many ways. First, instead of hamburger, she used ground sirloin. Twice baked potatoes and fresh asparagus rounded out the dinner. But there were some extra ingredients too. The meat loaf had been laced with a special "seasoning" for stamina and output volume. It also had a "spice" that would ensure he was compliant. "You are looking forward to this, aren't you?" She asked. "Aren't you? I think we are really going to fool them." "Yes, there will definitely be some surprises tonight," she smiled as she ate more of the regular dinner on her plate. She thought, "You have no idea." She waited till he had finished dinner, and then began to collect the plates. "Go up and get your shower. Don't forget the hair remover on your face. I will be up in a moment to help you with your make-up." He smiled at the thought of wearing those silky slips again, and of the things he imagined in store for him this night. He fully expected that this group of girls would want to see him cum. "They would probably take turns doing me," he thought. Oh how wrong he was. In the shower, he inspected himself for body hair. He touched up a few places then did his face. The smell was awful. He was glad when it was over. He got out and dried himself, then walked into the bedroom. She was waiting for him. She'd laid out his clothes on the bed, like the night before. Quickly and expertly she applied his makeup. It was even better than last night. She'd changed the lipstick to a glossy one that made his lips appear fuller. "I've got cock-sucking lips," he said when she'd finished She laughed out loud, "Yes I believe you do," as she thought, "There's an idea". She then helped him with his bra and asked if he could manage the rest. She needed to get dressed. He relished putting on the outfit. He thought, "Panties first, being sure to arrange things for maximum comfort. It was already beginning to harden. Full slip next. Oh that feels so good sliding down my body. Now for the stockings. MMMMM that feels so nice. Now the half slip. Got to resist the temptation to bury my face in it. Would smear my makeup. Now the crinolines. Next the dress. Be careful not to get makeup on it. Where is that silk scarf? There it is. That silk feels so good against my neck, too bad its so small. I'd like to feel it against certain other parts of my body." He was just about to step into his white pumps when Jean came back into the room. He was floored by what he saw. She was dressed in the identical outfit down to the neck scarf. "Very nice," they both said at the same time. She added, "They will not suspect a thing." She fussed and rearranged his outfit a little. Then satisfied said, "Are you ready, Bobbie? Shall we go?" He'd agreed that since they couldn't do anything about his voice, he would let her do all the talking. He smiled sweetly (especially considering he was a guy), and they walked downstairs hand in hand. She would drive tonight. As they were getting into the car, she reminded Bobbie, "Remember to sit down facing out with your legs together, then swing them into the car and gather your skirt at the same time. Do just the opposite getting out. And let me do all the talking." The drugs were beginning to take effect and he found himself only wanting to do what she told him. It was as if he'd lost all will of his own. He was also aware he was so hard it hurt. Every time he moved, nylon caressed him. It was a short drive to Gloria's house, the site of tonight's party. As they pulled up to the curb, panic gripped Bobbie. They had not practiced her walking up an inclined driveway. Could he do it? Gloria took care of that by coming out of the house and motioning them to pull in the garage. Jean pulled in and put the car in park, turning off the ignition. "Like a lady," Jean admonished Bobbie. With deliberate movements but fairly feminine, he opened the door, swung his legs out and got out with grace and dignity. Then came the moment of truth. Gloria came over to introduce herself. Jean was right on queue. "Gloria, Bob will be with us shortly. In the meantime this is my friend Bobbie. She showed up and didn't have anything planned for this evening, so I thought she might find this fun. By the way, she has laryngitis, so can't talk above a whisper." "Fine with me. Have you explained what tonight is all about?" "Yes she is fine with it." Bobbie nodded her head in agreement, smiling. "Great, the others are already here so come on in and we'll get acquainted while we wait for Bob." Gloria was still none the wiser until, once in the house, she passed close to Bobbie and they made eye contact. "Holy Cow," she thought. "That's Bob. She did it. She totally feminized him." She decided to play along to see where the evening went. None of the others had a clue. There was a few minutes of small talk, Bobbie listening and nodding, eyes sparkling, enjoying it all. Then Gloria looked at her watch and decided to get things moving. "Looks like Bob chickened out, Jean." "That guy promised me. I will get even with him for this. This is the last of the parties I invite him to." She turned and winked to Bobbie. No one else saw. "Well, let's get started then. Last time Connie and Karen each bought beautiful slips. Ok girls you know the rules." With that, both Connie and Karen stood up and took off their dresses. Bobbie could not believe his/her eyes. He thought for years both these women were hot. He'd have jumped at the chance to see either of them like this. Now both of them were in front of him in slips. "Ok girls, what about those French lacey bras you got with the slips?" Giggling, each of the women slid the straps of the slips down to reveal uplift bra's filled with C cup breasts. It was almost too much for Bobbie. He was going to break character in a minute. The Lingerie Party Guest of Honor Connie was a very slender build and her C cup breasts looked enormous on her. He hadn't imagined she would look like that undressed. He wanted her more than he could have imagined just a few minutes ago. He fantasized about her on top, dangling those huge breasts just inches from his lips, her slip on his belly. Karen was short and built. She was built to do one thing. And he wanted to do it with her. He fantasized about going at it with her like two drunken monkeys while she wore that slip. Then Gloria stood up. "And here is the cute, sexy half-slip I got at the last one." She shed her dress, revealing not only the half-slip but a well filled half-cup bra as well. The slip stopped just above mid-thigh and her long legs seemed to go for ever till they reached the ground. Gloria had known of Bob's nylon fetish and thought this a good time to have some fun. She walked over to Bobbie, saying, "Bobbie, this lingerie is to die for. It not only looks fantastic, but really feels silky. Feel my slip." Bob/Bobbie, with as much control as he/she could muster, tried to be feminine about feeling the slip. He managed to not tear it off her or to even paw her, and even whispered "That's very nice". Connie and Karen both joined in, still none the wiser, asking Bobbie to feel theirs as well. Inside, he was sweating bullets. He took his time feeling each of the slips as far up as seemed prudent. Jean cut in. "Actually, Bobbie has a new slip that is as pretty as those, even if she didn't get it at one of the parties. Show them Bobbie." He knew that once he unbuttoned the top of his dress and they got a good look at his chest, they'd spot the falsies. So instead, he hiked up the skirt and crinolines, showing the lace and nylon of the half-slip. His cock still was so hard it hurt and he could feel the wet spot of precum on the panties. Gloria spoke up. "If that is as pretty as the glimpse you gave us, show us the rest of the slip." "It's a half-slip," Bobbie managed to whisper. "But I see four straps on your shoulders, sweetie. Are you wearing a full slip under it?" "Yes." She gave him the raised eyebrow look. "Show us that pretty full slip, honey." Both Connie and Karen looked at each other without a clue. What could Gloria possibly be doing with this girl? "Go ahead, Bobbie. We are all friends here. If it will make you feel better, I'll take my dress off so you can see my slip," Jean instructed more than suggested. Then she slid her dress off her shoulders revealing a light blue full slip like the one Bobbie was about to reveal. Bobbie obeyed. She could do nothing else but obey at this point. Slowly she unbuttoned her dress from the bottom up. At the waist she undid the belt and let it drop to the floor. The crinolines were now in full view. As the last two buttons were undone, the dress opened the rest of the way. The falsies were clearly visible even under the slip. Yet Connie and Karen still didn't catch on. They were confused. "What is going on here?" asked Connie. Jean ended the suspense. "Bobbie is Bob, Connie." "Holy Cow, if John had seen her, I mean him, he'd want to jump her, I mean him. How did you do it?" "Wow," was all Karen could say. No one acted embarrassed except Bobbie/Bob. Jean told him to take the dress off and the crinolines. He obeyed, his cock throbbing for release. Gloria added, "Wouldn't he be more comfortable without the bra?" Jean agreed and reached over and unhooked him, letting it snap. "Now you know how it feels when you guys do that," she added. "Honey, reach under your slip and take off your panties. I want you to feel the slip against your free cock for a while." He obeyed. Every one of the other girls licked their lips in anticipation. "Well, girls, what do you say? Should Bob or Bobbie give us a show?" A unanimous "Yes" answered. "Tonight for your viewing pleasure, Bob is going to show us how guys masturbate. But not just masturbate. He will show us how he does it as he watches a certain porn star. Her name is Wifey and he loves to stroke himself while he watches her suck a dick. He likes to do this with a slip, so that is why he brought two tonight." Although a dull recognition came through is fogged brain, he was powerless to resist what she was about to have him do. He only barely reacted to her revelation. She moved him to the center of the room and the girls gathered round in front of him to get a good view. He sat cross-legged on the floor and his erect cock "tented" the slip for all to see. His hands were roaming all over his nylon-clad body. He was lost in the feel of the silky fabric encasing him. A wet spot began to appear at the apex of the tent. Jean knew that she could not prolong this as much as she wished. "Take off both slips, sweetie. I want you naked before my friends." He pulled the full slip over his head and squirmed out of the half-slip. He tried to cover himself with them. It did little good. Jean took the full slip from him and draped it over his shoulders like a shawl. She knelt down next to him and arranged the half-slip in his lap then placed his had on his nylon covered cock. With one hand she guided his hand up and down on his shaft. With the other she massaged his neck and shoulders with the full slip. She leaned over and kissed his ear. "Good, let them see you do it. Share your fetish with my friends. Tell us how that nylon feels on your cock. Is it as good as my pussy? No? Are you sure?" She pulled the slip back. A large glob of precum was just oozing out between the lips of his cock. She collected it on her fingers and brought it to his lips. He opened his mouth and she put the precum on his tongue. "I know you like to do this and watch Wifey get a facial, but Wifey isn't here tonight." He was getting very close to orgasm. His breathing was now coming in short gasps. He began to spasm as a week of prevented orgasms sought release. Still working the slip on his shoulders, she worked to the nape of his neck. "Since she can't be here, why don't you show us how she takes it? She takes it in the face, doesn't she?" The other women in the room gasped, as they watched her press down on the nape of his neck, forcing him to just inches of a volcano ready to erupt. "No" was all he could say before it happened. But there was no meaning in the word. Something inside him was liking this. It was so quiet they all heard the soft splat as the first load of cum gained its freedom and flew. It flew straight into Bob's face. He tried to move but she had the leverage. Three then four eruptions of cum before the last just sort of hopped out of its prison to his chest. "Good Boy! Yes you showed us how Wifey likes facials. But there is more, isn't there? This next thing is what really gets you off doesn't it." Connie spoke first: "I've never seen a guy give himself a facial before. That was awesome. I wonder if I can do that with John." Karen, "I've seen facials but never like that. I've even had facials but that was totally over the top." "Bob is going to show us what really gets him off when he watches Wifey." Jean said. While she was talking, she was using her fingers like a squeegee, bringing the sperm down to Bob's mouth and in. He made no effort to resist. "Show us what Wifey does next and show us how she swallows." With that, he looked up with tears in his eyes, knowing he would obey. His tongue pushed the large glob of cum to the front of his mouth for all to see. Then he bowed his head and swallowed. It went down hard and all in one mass. "That wasn't so bad, was it, Bobbie? How was the taste? Did you like it?" The question, surprisingly, came from Gloria. "Men who won't taste their own cum, yet want us to swallow are despicable. I am very proud of you." She spoke like she was admonishing a child. His eyes were watering. It was hard to swallow; yet the taste was not as bad as he'd feared. "Hell," he thought, "I like my nachos saltier than that." "Girls," Gloria continued, "I think Bobbie is a welcome new member of this club. I think that show deserves a hand, if you'll forgive the pun." She clapped and the others joined in. Bob didn't want to admit it but he enjoyed what had just happened to him. He enjoyed the whole thing. Seeing these women in slips like this was worth being naked in front of them. He knew he'd give them another show if they wanted. He might not have thought that if he knew what they had in store for him for the rest of the night. While Jean had not included them in all the plans, Gloria, for one, knew Bob had the hots for her and she loved to tease. She was planning to take full advantage of Bobbie. As it happened, Connie and Karen had experienced Bob's hands and wanted some revenge. They had their own ideas. Jean was not about to let Bob get away with only one round. She knew that between the denial she had put him through and the extra spices in his dinner, he'd physically be ready for more soon. As for emotionally and mentally, that was his problem. But, she noticed, he was not taking this bad at all. Maybe he even liked it. She looked at him. He was a mess. His face was smeared with residual dried cum. The makeup and lipstick were no longer perfect. But he still had on the wig, albeit a little askew. Gloria continued as the Hostess of the festivities. "Let's take a break for a few minutes before we see the nightgowns. Everyone refresh your drinks. Bobbie, you know where the bathroom is. But I forbid you from washing your face or doing anything with it. I like that look on you. For now, I think you should stay "dressed" as you are (laughing) – NAKED! Hurry back. We'll put on some music and I want to dance with you. Jean, I take it you don't mind?" "Not at all. This should be fun." She smiled. Knowing what Gloria planned, she added "Why don't each of you dance with Bobbie? Help prepare her for the next session (giggle)." When Bobbie came back into the room, the girls had re-arranged their outfits, but all were still in their slips. Bobbie still had her shawl/slip around her neck. His cock, not quite limp, hung down in a semi-flaccid state. The girls watched him/her brazenly as he walked in. Gloria met him at the bar with a soda. He drank eagerly, avoiding eye contact. Johnnie Mathis was singing in the background. The old slow dance tune they all used to dance to in darkened basements years ago. Gloria stood very close to Bobbie. Close enough that the tip of his semi-flaccid member was touching her half-slip. She gently swayed her hips, causing the slip to rub the head in a side-to-side fashion. In a few minutes it started to have its desired effect. He began to harden. He looked at her and hers caught his eyes. She held eye contact. She made small talk with him, but her eyes flashed and teased. "Are you comfortable? It isn't too hot or cold for you, is it? Do you like our party? That's a beautiful slip." She picked up the straps and drug it around his neck before letting it hang free while she admired it. She reversed the path as she replaced it on his shoulders, then took his drink and placed it with hers on the bar. "Dance with me." It was more a demand than a request. She was slightly bigger than Bob and when he started to take her in his arms in a usual slow dance fashion, she had a surprise for him. "No, Bobbie, you are the woman and I will lead. Place your left hand on my shoulder and your right in my left." Gloria's right hand moved to the small of Bobbie's back. By now, the cock between them was no longer hanging down but had risen past the horizontal. As she pulled Bobbie to her, she felt his cock slide easily up against the silken fabric of the slip. His eyes became more glazed as he surrendered to the feeling ravaging his body. His cock was again hard enough to hurt. Her perfume was filling his lungs and with the drugs already in him, the room grew fuzzy again. He buried his face in her thick black hair. She began to breathe in his ear, whispering to him in tantalizing ways that further inflamed him. "You're loving this, aren't you sweetie? Does my slip feel good against that cock of yours? Are you thinking you'll be in bed with me soon? Not a chance. Your manhood is as close to my womanhood as it will ever be right now. My slip is your lover right now. Feel the silkiness. Yes, move with me so you can feel even more." She felt the wet spot as he oozed precum once again. She chuckled. She could finish him just like this if she wanted. But there were others who wanted their turn. Besides, the name of the game for tonight was that when he came, it was to be by his own hand. As he tried to put his arms around her and snuggle into her neck in what he hoped would be a journey to her breasts, she stopped him and pulled back. His cock was standing not quite vertical but close to it. Precum was oozing out. Brazenly, she reached for her friend's husband's cock and milked it in one stroke. Precum covered her fingers to the second knuckle. She brought it to his lips. A sensual but mocking look on her face, she put the three fingers up to his lips. He opened his mouth and sucked them in, his tongue licking them, between them, getting all of it. "Good Boy," she said. "I know you want to bury your face in my lap, so, on your knees. Bury your face in the silky slip that was almost your lover. And while you are enjoying that, lick off any precum that hasn't soaked in." She pulled his head to her slip and let him snuggle. He was so far gone he simply wanted more. He even took the wet spot on the slip into his mouth and sucked. Pleased, she released him. A moment later she pushed him back. "Next." Connie stepped up next to Gloria. She held out her hand to Bobbie as if in sympathy. Bobbie took it and stood up. When Bobbie wouldn't bring her head up to look at Connie, she placed her hand under Bobbies chin and lifted until they made eye contact. She had taken off the bra during the break, but it was clear her breasts needed little support. "Bobbie, do you like my slip? Do you like the way it is cut to show my cleavage? I know you like my cleavage. Your eyes just about popped out of your head when I let that dress fall to the floor. You'd like to suck them wouldn't you? Here, let me give you a better view." With that, she pulled back, then did a dance spin that put her flush against him with her back to him. Being somewhat shorter than he was, she knew he would look over her shoulder and down at the boobs she knew he wanted. She took his hands and pulled them around her waist, letting him feel the nylon against her tummy. She wiggled until she felt his hard cock between the cheeks of her ass. She then began a slow undulating motion to keep the slip moving over his cock. "Can you see them better now?" she asked. She hunched her shoulders and the straps of the slip slid off them. He could now almost see her nipples. His hands started to move up but she firmly held them. "No, no. Look but don't touch." Her hips had continued to move, stroking his member with every sway. He was beginning to hump her and she felt the wet spot signifying it was time to stop before her slip was covered in cum. As much as she wanted to continue, she stopped. When she pulled free from him, she turned to face him. As Gloria had done, she reached down and milked him. His cock almost trembled in her hands. There was a pleading in his eyes. She showed him no mercy. "If I put this on my breasts, would you lick it off?" she asked. Eagerly Bobbie nodded. "Fat Chance, sweetie," Then she fed it to him as Gloria had done. "Please finish me. Let me cum" His pleading went unheeded. "Why don't you do yourself, sweetie?" Jean asked, pulling the slip off his shoulders and offering it to him. He took the slip and caressed his cheek with it. "Come over here. Sit on this easy chair and show us how a man jacks off." Karen said, knowing she had to wait for the next round. As he sat down, almost reclining, she took the slip and spread it so it would lie on his body as if he were wearing it. She tweaked his nipples through the nylon. Her hands were rubbing the slip all over and his body, devoid of hair, he was enjoying the heightened sense of touch. "He's wanted to cum with that slip since we bought it a week ago." Jean commented. "Make it a good one Bobbie." His own hands traveled down and began to stroke the nylon-covered pole. A wet spot again appeared. "Oh, no, you don't. You don't get to keep that thing covered while you cum. We want to see it." Karen admonished, then pulled the slip aside to expose his cock and wrapping the skirt of the slip around the shaft, leaving "the helmet" free to put on its show. She took more of the slip and wrapped his sacks in it and began to massage them loosely in the silky nylon. "Full strokes with the slip but only up to the head. We want to see how far you can shoot." Karen directed almost with a demonic voice. She was seated on the ottoman in front of the chair Bobbie was in, facing him and controlling the whole show. But she was not quite ready for what happened next. He wasn't holding his cock vertical and the first rope of sperm left it, climbed to a height of about three or four feet, and arched over for its decent. It landed squarely on the exposed portion of Karen's left breast. Reacting quickly, she moved his hands to the correct position and the rest, four long ropes, arched the other way through the air, landing on Bobbie's face. The look on his face told everyone in the room he didn't care. The orgasm was that intense. The final spurts landed on his chest and belly. The very last of the sperm oozed out and slid down his cock and into the nylon at its base. Karen somehow looked very imperious, in spite of the rope of cum that lay on her left breast. She looked at Bobbie. "Bet you'd like to lick this off, wouldn't you?" He started to sit up, obviously weak. "No, you don't," and shoved him back. Jean stepped up. "Well, honey, I told you I was going to take your cum tonight, so here goes." The two women looked at each other. Karen parted her lips slightly and slid the strap off her left shoulder, not breaking eye contact with Jean. Jean leaned forward while Bobbie watched. She made eye contact with him and licked the rope off Karen's breast, then blew a kiss to her feminized husband. Then she turned and once again leaned over Karen's breast and kissed and licked her way to the already erect nipple. Karen gasped loud enough for all to hear. Slowly, Jean pulled back, the breaking of contact between her lips and Karen's nipple more of a kiss being broken. She made eye contact with Karen again, and no one in the room misunderstood the look between them. They would be together soon. And that understanding between the two was sealed with a slow passionate kiss. As their lips parted, both women looked at Bobbie with "Eat your heart out" in their eyes. The scene was so hot, had Bobbie not been totally spent and his cock not tender to the touch, he'd have been on fire again. Even Connie, as she watched, found her hands roaming her body. She knew her husband was home asleep. He would get laid tonight. No, she would ravage him while he slept. She wondered if she could feminize him like this. She hoped so. No one missed Gloria at first. Then they heard the unmistakable moan coming from somewhere on the far side of the room. They turned to see Gloria, in the corner. Her eyes were glazed. Her half-slip was up around her waist and her bra, while still technically on, was unfastened and her right breast was free of the cup. Her left hand was kneading her breast with the fingers pinching her nipple at the same time. Her right hand was between her legs and from the rhythmic squishy sounds; it was obvious Bobbie was not the only one to come that night. The Lingerie Party Guest of Honor Jean, surveying the scene, decided that things had gone as far as they could for one night. "I think we need to save the gowns for another night" she said. Karen and Connie reluctantly agreed. Gloria was too far-gone to even acknowledge that she'd heard Jean. Karen knelt back down between Bobbie's legs. She took his hand free from the slip around his cock and with the other hand tenderly began to clean up the still semi-stiff rod pointing at her. Loosely she wrapped the nylon around his cock and gently stroked it. In spite of her care, Bobbie winced. The last drops of cum oozed out onto the silky nylon. "Please, I am very tender right now." She smiled at him as she rose. Jean took the slip from Karen, letting it unfold as she did so. The slip that was so beautiful and pristine earlier in the evening was a mess. A good portion of the skirt of the slip still had sperm on it from this round. Holding the slip by the straps, Jean brought it to his face, so that the portion just below the waist covered his face. She then used it like a towel and began to wash his face with it, cleaning up the ropes of sperm already there and blending it with what was already on the slip. She was literally washing his face with the sperm. "Sperm is a very good skin conditioner. You will see tomorrow how much smoother your skin is," Jean added. The sperm was also acting as a cleaner and make up as well as eye liner now added to the mess on the slip. Karen and Connie were in an animated but low volume discussion. They were obviously excited. They approached Jean as she finished Bobbie's beauty treatment. "We decided that Bobbie can come to the parties any time" they started. "Bob still cannot come but Bobbie is always welcome, provided you will let us party like this again. No sex, just teasing, denial, lingerie modeling, what we did here tonight." "I, uh, Bobbie and I accept your offer and the conditions are completely satisfactory" Jean answered. She looked at Bobbie. "Time to get dressed, dear. I am sorry but you will have to wear what you came in tonight (no pun intended) since we did not bring a change of clothes for you. She handed him the slip she'd just washed his face with. She found the half slip from the first round and his dress and handed those to him. She then picked up her own dress and put it on. He simply could not cope with the stockings and heels. When he finished dressing himself as best he could he stood up. Clearly he was exhausted. He/She looked like a girl that had been in a gang-bang. Traces of lipstick make up and eyeliner were still on her face but nothing was as it should be. The wig was in place but slightly askew. Some places on his face, cum was drying. Gloria had recovered enough to come over to say good night. She looked at Bobbie and said to Jean "Be sure to bring Bobbie again. She hasn't experienced the nightgown collection." The look on her face was of pure lust. She reached over and kissed him lightly on the lips, copping a feel of his still semi-hard and painful cock. Her tongue licked his lips as the kiss parted. Jean saw and made a mental note to keep an eye on Gloria. After all, she was her friend but that did not include letting her lay Bob. But Gloria was thinking of how to introduce Bob/Bobbie to her battery operated "friend". Karen and Connie came up and each pecked Bobbie on the cheek, telling her how wonderful it was to meet her. "Please cum again" was said by both, so that all knew what was meant. Making their way to the car, Bobbie did not even try to maintain a feminine pose. He simply opened the passenger door and plopped into the seat. Jean got in the drivers seat and started the car. She waved, smiling, as she backed out. Only Gloria was in the garage, a look of crazed lust still on her face. The first few minutes of the drive were in silence. Then Jean spoke. "Do you know why I did this tonight?" "Why?" he asked, head back against the headrest. "Can't you guess?" "The Wifey videos?" he asked "Precisely. You don't need that. You have me and I have you. You don't need to jack off watching her swallow cum. That is over. From now on, you will not masturbate alone. You will be supervised. Each of those girls tonight had a score to settle with you. You have groped each one at one time or another. You got what you deserved. But I have to admit, I enjoyed watching them get even with you. You didn't seem to mind at all. In fact I think you enjoyed it." She continued, "If I catch you whacking off, the punishment will be on the order of what you got tonight, except more extreme each time. It might not even be your own cum you drink, if it goes far enough. "Ok, Jean. You win." "You've learned your lesson?" "Yes dear" he said in total submission "Ok, that's better. When we get home, you can take a shower. I have a long silky nightgown you can wear to bed. I'll wear the silver one with the spaghetti straps you like so much. You can eat me while I supervise your hand on your cock through the gown. By the time I let you sleep, your face will be coated with my cum and the gown will be very wet with yours. You will sleep in it that way." He thought about what she'd said. He liked the thought of what she had planned for bedtime, and between that, and the slip rubbing against him, he was starting to get hard again. "Jean, next time you won't need to drug me." She smiled. As they pulled into the garage, neither noticed that her mother's car was by the curb. Jean hit the garage button in the car and it closed as they got out. Jean was moving much faster than Bob at this point. She went in the house and upstairs to the living area to turn on the lights. The sight of her mother sitting there startled her. "Mom, what are you doing here?" "I just got here a little while ago. I came by to pick up my slip." Jean had called her to tell her she had found the missing slip and she would give it to her the next time she stopped by. She'd expected to see her in a couple of days. Jean's mother was a striking woman, especially for her age. She was a flashy dresser and looked like the actress Joan Collins, only taller, almost six feet. She enjoyed the similarity including the apparent attitude toward men. They were play things. This meant that she tolerated Bob, her daughter's husband, but she tried not to show it. The slip was sitting on the coffee table, neatly folded. "By the way, dear, where did you find it?" Joan asked, as she picked it up and let it unfold to examine it. It was a beautiful thing. Lace trimmed the upper portions and a full three inches of lace were at the hem. It was very formal and looked as if it could have been worn as an evening dress. The tag said it was a Barbarison and was made of Satin sylefare. Jean tried to explain without really telling her mom that she'd caught her husband jacking off with it, but Joan was just too perceptive. She questioned Jean and the truth came out. "He was doing what with my slip?" she asked incredulously. Bob, at that moment, made his entrance. Joan, who'd had her back to the hall, heard the noise and turned around. What she saw left her speechless for one of the very few times in her life. He stood there, dress on, but wrinkled and not even buttoned right. His/her face was a mess of smeared make up and lipstick. Dried cum was beginning to flake in spots on his face. "Good Grief. You look like June Cleaver gang-banged" she finally said. He was so tired he couldn't even react. Jean then explained the full story. All through the story, Joan would interrupt with a question or just break out laughing. Several times she would look at him and snicker. Finally, Jean finished the story. Joan got a wicked gleam in her eye. "Bob, or should I say Bobbie, take off your dress." He did as she told him, much to her glee. Standing before Joan and Jean, he knew how vulnerable he was. The slip was "tented" with his erection, even though it hurt. Joan laughed wickedly. "That is quite a sight." She then walked up to him and slapped him hard across the face. "What was that for, Mom?" "For almost ruining one of my best slips. Good slips are hard to find. The least he could have done was wash the slip before his sperm dried. And if he is going to jack off in my slip, then I should be the motivation, not some porn queen. Daughter, I want him to show me what he did with my slip. He can use the one he is wearing." "Mom, I won't allow it." "Why not?" Joan asked in surprise "Because He's spent and he needs rest. I need some time to set this up. Don't forget what you did to my first husband. You so pussy-whipped him I lost him. In the end, he wanted the slip more than me. I don't want that to happen with Bob. I figure we need a week of him not ejaculating to build things back up. I have this new nutritional supplement that has him cumming in huge quantities. I will let you use him for your amusement occasionally, but he is still my husband, and unlike the other one, I want to keep this one, slip fetish and all." Joan smiled at her daughter and touched her cheek. "Thank you, daughter. I will enjoy the show immensely. And I somehow think Bob, or Bobbie will enjoy putting on the show for me, won't you, dear?" Standing next to Bob, she sized him up. His slight build and the fact that he was shorter than her made it obvious that her slip would fit him with no trouble. "No", she thought, "He needs to be naked for maximum effect when I make him give me that show." Bob began to realize that his life had changed that night. Drastically changed.