6 comments/ 39067 views/ 3 favorites Jayne's Sexy Skirt Ch. 01 By: Helen_CD_UK (This is the first part of this story, which is very loosely based upon certain aspects of reality, although some aspects are pure fiction! Further submissions will continue the story...) PART ONE It was a Saturday morning, which followed a Friday evening spent with my beautiful wife, Jayne. She and I had enjoyed a cosy night in together; a nice home-cooked meal, a glass or two of wine and plenty of what those posters displayed in public swimming baths would describe as "heavy petting". (This had been followed, naturally, by an indulgent few hours in the bedroom which culminated in Jayne's heavenly, curvy body straddling mine; my deliciously sexy wife had been dressed in a very short and glossy flared PVC skirt, stockings and suspenders, and she had ended up sliding up and down my throbbing cock while my fingers worked her soaking clit. Our mouths were pressed together, tongues intertwined, the two of us gasping our pleasure to one another with increasing intensity until, finally, her moans reached a crescendo and almost simultaneously my own pleasure reached the point of no return...) Afterwards, Jayne and I had fallen asleep in each others' arms, that wonderfully warm post-sex sensation enveloping us both as we dozed off. And so I had woken to find our bodies still snuggled together, Jayne's long dark brown hair attractively dishevelled, one stocking-clad leg wrapped around mine. Everything felt warm, soft, comfortable, safe, calm. Bliss. A moment later, the peace and comfort was rudely interrupted by a blare from the alarm clock on my wifes' bedside table. Seven-thirty on a Saturday: what on earth was that for? Of course: Jayne had planned to join her friend Rachel for a day's shopping, leaving me to start work on tarting-up our slightly decrepit kitchen. Damn: not much chance of a repeat performance, then. Jayne stirred, moaned softly, turned to switch the alarm to snooze, then rolled back over and nuzzled her pretty face into my neck. I kissed her on the forehead, wrapping my arms back around her, gently stroking her lower back, her soft bottom, her thighs. She responded by wrapping her legs more tightly around mine, kissing my neck. All was right with the world once again: cosy, relaxed, quiet. The supposed nine minutes passed in what seemed like an instant; the alarm produced its unholy racket once again, and this time Jayne moved more quickly, switched it off entirely, rolled back for an all-too-brief kiss on the lips before pushing the duvet away from her and sitting up on the side of the bed. God, she looked sexy, her long dark hair cascading messily over her shoulders and down her back, her delectably plump bottom spreading temptingly from her hips, her little shiny skirt draped tantalisingly over the wonderful curvy shape, the straps of her suspender belt pressed slightly into her flesh. I reached over, lifted the skirt a little, stroked her warm, soft skin. "Do you want something, dear?", she said, turning to me with a cute smile. "Well", I said, "you know what would be nice...?" "I told you, Rachel is picking me up at half eight, you'll have to wait 'till tonight for any more fun!" Jayne grinned at me, that I-know-exactly-what-you-want-but-you're-gonna-wait-for-it grin that frustrates and excites me in equal measure. She stood up, turning to face away from me, thrusting her wonderful arse towards me and dropping the skirt to her feet. She gave her bottom a playful wiggle, knowing full well that I'd be ogling her curvaceous form. "You're such a little tease, Jayne", I said to her, smiling, feeling my penis beginning to stir at this visual stimulation. She turned back to the bed, unclipping her stockings from her suspender belt, rolling one then the other down her legs. "I don't know what you mean", she said, smiling seductively. Jayne pulled the duvet off me, revealing my semi-hard cock. She climbed onto the bed, straddled me, her face inches from mine. "I... don't... tease", said my wife, in a tone that was at once sexy and slightly mocking. She kissed me passionately on the lips, slipping her tongue into my mouth, and lowering herself slowly until my now fully-erect penis felt the warm, slightly hairy touch of her entrance. Suddenly, she pulled away, climbed off the bed and stood up again. "You just think I tease!", she said, grinning at me in my state of excitement and pulling the duvet back over me. "Aww, you've got an hour to get ready, you could come back to bed for ten minutes!" I pleaded with her, craving the immensely satisfying pleasure that only my loving wife could provide. "Yes, but I've got to have a shower, dry my hair, get dressed, have some breakfast and do my hair and makeup!" Jayne replied, as she unfastened the suspender belt and dropped it on the floor with her skirt and stockings. "You never know, if you get on with the kitchen then I might just give you a treat when I get back." Her naughty little smile suggested just what my "treat" might be; Jayne took her towel from the hook and disappeared down the landing and into the bathroom, leaving her husband feeling rather frustrated and more than a little horny. As soon as I heard the bathroom door lock click, I reached down and began to stroke my erection. There was no way I could manage anything constructive until I'd relieved this arousal. Listening intently, I heard the boiler start up and the sound of running water in the bathroom; this meant she was about to get in the shower leaving me about ten clear minutes to do what I so badly needed to do. I slid over to her side of the bed, leant out, picked her skirt out from under the stockings and suspender belt. Now I must confess to having something of an obsession for female clothing; I've been this way since my mid-teens and have managed to keep this a secret throughout my 8-year relationship with Jayne. Consequently I often slipped into one of her various sexy garments whenever I was alone and horny. Excitedly, I pulled her skirt up my legs, the soft PVC fabric feeling wonderful to the touch. Smooth and shiny on the outside, with a soft and comfortable lining. I zipped it up; Jayne's waist size was a little smaller than mine but the skirt would just fit me. As always, the little skirt felt fantastic and made me feel wonderfully naughty. Conscious of my short window of opportunity, I began to wank myself, aching for the sweet relief of orgasm. I stroked my thighs through the lovely little skirt with my left hand while the right pleasured my cock. Such was my state of arousal, after only a minute or so I felt that familiar tingle of approaching climax ... Shit. I heard the bathroom door unlock, the shower still running. Jayne must have forgotten something; I wouldn't have time to get rid of the skirt. I pulled the duvet back over myself, rolled over and closed my eyes; I'd just pretend I'd been half-asleep when she came in. As expected, I heard the bedroom door open, and opened my eyes just as Jayne walked through it, wrapped in a towel, her hair soaked. "Did I leave that new conditioner in here?" she said, half to herself, as she cast her eyes over the shelves and the bedside table. "What conditioner?", I said, in what I hoped was a sleepy-sounding voice. "The one I bought yest... THIS one!", Jayne said, bending down and picking up a bottle from beneath her bedside table. "Oh yeah, it's down there", I said, smirking. "Less of your cheek", Jayne replied, smiling. She turned to go back out of the door; phew, I thought to myself, got away with it! - then paused. She turned back and looked back at the floor beside the bed. Once again: Shit. "Where's my skirt?", said Jayne, looking puzzled. "I thought I left it down there." I tried my best to look blank. "I've no idea", I said. "It's probably down the other side of the bed. Don't worry, it'll turn up". Shitshitshitshit, I thought. "No, I DEFINITELY left it there. I remember wiggling my bum at you when I took it off!". She didn't just look puzzled now; there was a hint of suspicion in her tone. Shitshitshitshit. Keep acting stupid, I thought. "Did you? I don't remember", I said, faking a yawn, trying to sound sleepy, confused, unworried. Jayne's pretty blue eyes seemed to be staring through my skull, as though it were merely a piece of glass through which my darkest thoughts could be seen. Her eyebrows raised; she gave me a strange little smile. Damn. She'd put two and two together and, unfortunately for me, it added up to four. Before I could react, Jayne had bent down, grabbed a corner of the duvet and pulled. I was exposed; naked bar the little black PVC skirt that was hitched up to reveal my still-erect cock. Oh, SHIT. For a moment Jayne just stared at it. I stared at her. Her head turned and now her gaze was fixed on my face. My mouth was open, eyes wide, unable to think of anything to say. Finally she spoke, softly, surprisingly and worryingly calm. "What were you doing?" I couldn't think of a sensible answer. Instead I closed my eyes, shook my head. "Why are you wearing my skirt?" Again, soft, quiet, calm. I opened my eyes; her look of surprise had faded. Her expression was inscrutable. Again I shook my head. Words were still failing me. "Sorry", I mumbled at last. A full sentence wasn't within my grasp, but at least there was one word which seemed appropriate. I could feel my face, bright red, almost glowing. Jayne sat on the bed beside me. She turned to look me in the eye again. "Do you do this a lot?", she said. "Do what?", I replied. Stupid. What a bloody stupid response. Too late to play dumb now, I told myself. Jayne, to my surprise, smiled at me. "I think you KNOW what, dear", she said. "Do you wear my clothes and play with yourself often?" Another stare, but with a hint of amusement in her expression this time. Christ, I'd have to give her a proper answer soon. "Now and then", I mumbled. "I'm sorry, I really am, I'll never do it again". I must have looked as scared and miserable as I felt; Jayne moved closer to me, and put her hand on mine. "It's ok", she whispered. "It's ok." I turned to face her. "I'm so sorry, Jayne. I just... I dunno, I... Christ, let me take this thing off". I pulled my hand away from hers, sat upright, went to unzip the skirt. "No!", said Jayne. "Don't". I blinked. "What?" "Don't take it off. I don't know... it's weird but, well, it's sort of exciting". Now Jayne sounded awkward, nervous. She wasn't looking at me any more; suddenly she seemed to have taken great interest in the curtains. I was lost for words, again. I moved my hand back to hers, gently squeezed it, looked up at her beautiful face. Jayne squeezed back, and turned to face me again. She leaned toward me, staring into my eyes, moving closer until our lips touched. Then, to my surprise, she kissed me. Not the kind of passionate, I-need-you-NOW kind of kiss, but a gentle, tender, loving caress of the lips that dispelled any doubts that Jayne still loved me, forgave me, didn't hate me, wasn't repelled. I put my arms around my wife and held her close as we kissed. The feeling of relief at her affection was simply indescribable. I kissed her and caressed her arms, back and shoulders, hoping to silently convey just how much I loved and adored her. Eventually, we parted, still gazing into each others' eyes, both smiling now. "I love you", I whispered to Jayne. "I love you too", she whispered back. "Even if you are naughty and wear my little skirt when you think I won't know!". Jayne grinned at me; she reached down and stroked my thigh through the soft PVC fabric. "You do look sexy, in a strange way", she said. "Really?", I replied. "A hairy bloke in a skirt, sexy? VERY strange!". I grinned back at her. Jayne let go of me and pulled away; she let the towel fall from her body as she maneouvered herself onto hands and knees and straddled me again, sitting on my thighs. She resumed caressing my thighs through the skirt, her hands moving tantalisingly close to my now-soft penis. "I wouldn't have thought it either, but I'm getting quite turned on", she said. Her hand kept gently brushing my penis and balls; I could feel it starting to stiffen again. "REALLY turned on", she breathed, seductively. Jayne leaned in and kissed me again, passionate this time, her lips hot and soft and wet against mine. Her tongue found my tongue and as we kissed she lifted her bottom up to my crotch, and began to wriggle slowly in my lap. I placed my hands on her lusciously soft rear, stroking and caressing as her tempting wriggling increased in intensity. Suddenly she stood up. "I've left the shower on", she said. "Don't move!" Jayne ran to the bathroom, and a moment later I heard the running water stop. Then footsteps again, and my stunning, naked wife reappeared in the bedroom. "You're a real little tease, dear", I said, grinning at her. "A tease? You think I'M a tease?", she said, mockingly, climbing back onto the bed and straddling me once more. She leaned close to me again kissed my neck, and whispered, "I'll show you how much I can tease" in a tantalisingly seductive voice. She stood up once more, and turned to rummage through the bottom drawer of the chest opposite the bed, where her thrilling assortment of lingerie and sex toys lived. My mind raced through the possibilities: would she use a toy on me? Did she want to dress up too? Was she going to dress me in something else? Finally she took something from the drawer: four large, soft satin scarves which she and I had previously used to tie each other up. She gave me a knowing smile, and set about tying my left leg to the frame of the bed... (Much, much more to come, when I get round to writing it!) Jayne's Sexy Skirt Ch. 02 Jayne secured first my ankles, then my wrists, to the bed frame with her satin scarves. Every now and then she would look up at me, grinning; her eyes would look from my face to the obscene bulge where her cute PVC skirt covered my erection, and back again. Clearly she was enjoying the effect that her stunningly voluptuous nude form was having upon me; once or twice she put on a little show of caressing her breasts, or smacking herself provocatively on her bottom. "Are you comfortable, honey?" she asked, once she'd finished tying me. I was spread on the bed, arms and legs spread wide; Jayne had made my restraints tight enough to keep me in position but the scarves were still comfortable where they wrapped around my ankles and wrists. "Yes, dear," I whispered. Jayne knelt by the bed and leaned over me, her face close to mine, only just too far away to kiss. God, I wanted to kiss her; I was aching for her, my cock almost agonisingly hard. I was straining my neck trying to reach her beautifully soft lips. "Is there something you'd like?" she asked, smiling at me, clearly amused at my longing for her. Without waiting for an answer, her hand gently grasped my erection through the soft fabric of the skirt. I shuddered with surprise and pleasure, and breathed in sharply. "Oh, is THIS what you want?" Jayne said softly, her voice slightly mocking. Her hand slightly squeezed me, then released, then squeezed again; her eyes were now locked on mine, watching the mixed expression of agony and delight on my face. "Oh Jayne... please... please..." I moaned, bucking my hips, trying to fuck her hand through the skirt. Jayne giggled and let go of my cock. "Now, now, did I say you could do that?" She stood up, climbed onto the bed and straddled me, positioning herself so that her bottom was JUST out of reach of my cock. She sat upright giving me the most incredible view of her pretty face, her luscious D-cup breasts, her soft, pale-skinned tummy. Jayne reached behind her and found my cock again, this time just delicately touching the hard end through the pretty PVC skirt with her fingertips. "I bet you want to be inside me, don't you?" Jayne whispered to me, as she tickled and tantalised my aching hard-on. "I bet you want me to pull that lovely skirt up and slide my wet, hot pussy all the way down this gorgeous" - she gripped my cock again - "hard" - she slowly wanked it, through the fabric, up and down just once - "cock!" - Jayne suddenly began to wank me vigorously, gripping my throbbing penis tightly and stroking rapidly. I moaned, I gasped, I bucked and writhed with utter pleasure. I thrust hard against the strokes of her hand, adoring the exquisite sensation, longing for orgasm. "Yes, Jayne, yes! Please, I need to be inside you, please!" "And I bet you'd just LOVE to cum inside me, wouldn't you, honey?" she continued, in that wonderful, soft, seductive voice. "Just imagine how good it would feel to fill my lovely tight pussy with your hot seed..." As suddenly as she had started, Jayne stopped. She let go of my cock, leaned forward and gave me a passionate but all-too-brief kiss, adjusting her bottom slightly so that I could j-u-s-t feel it against my cock. It was agonising; I was desperate to cum but there was no way that I could. "Well, that's too bad, I'm going shopping, remember?" she grinned at me. "I can't very well go walking around the shops with all your cum dribbling out through my knickers and down my legs, can I?" Jayne was fully aware of the effect that her words would have on me; dirty talk was one of her favourite ways of getting me in the mood for sex, and the combination of her candid words and loving kisses has never failed to excite me. "Besides, I have to get a move on, Rachel will be here in twenty minutes and I'm not even dressed!" With that, Jayne thrust her fabulous bottom into my crotch just once and climbed off me. I was lost for words; half-crazy with horniness, tied to the bed, my wife's tarty little skirt barely covering my almost painfully erect cock. Jayne took a pair of black cotton panties and a black lace-trimmed bra from the drawer, and put them on, stroking her bottom, her legs, her breasts and her pussy as she dressed, knowing full well that this would delight and frustrate her helpless husband in equal measure. She turned to face me, smiling at me again, looking me in the eye, and slipped one hand into her knickers. She giggled again as I moaned softly and tried, vainly, to thrust my cock against the pretty PVC skirt that was draped over it. I could see the bulge in the fabric of her panties moving, where her fingers were caressing her lovely pussy. Jayne closed her eyes and groaned softly; in my hopelessly aroused state, it was almost torture to see my gorgeous wife pleasuring herself. But this wasn't all; after a moment or two Jayne slid her hand back out of her panties, walked to the side of the bed, and placed two wet, slippery fingers on my lips. The scent and the taste of her love juices was just incredible! I lapped greedily at her fingers; Jayne slipped them into my mouth, letting me lick and suck her sweet, slightly salty secretions from them. "Are you having fun, sweetheart?" Jayne said, as she took her fingers away. "Ooooh, yesss," I gasped. "Oh, god, YES. You're such a sexy little tease, darling!" "Am I really? Is all this teasing turning you on?" Jayne was looking at the bulge under my skirt with an expression of amusement. "Yessss," I breathed. "You're turning me on so much, Jayne. I want you so badly!" She reached toward my cock, stopping just short, moving her had around it without actually touching. Suddenly, she grasped it tightly and once again wanked me hard through the skirt, while whispering to me: "I KNOW how badly you want me, honey. I can see it, I can feel it, but I'm still going to make... you..." - she suddenly took her hand away; I groaned in disappointment and frustration - "wait!" Jayne stood upright, grinning at me, picked up her bottle of conditioner, and left the bedroom. This was agonising; I was as turned on as I had ever been in my life, my cock throbbing under the skirt, but my limbs were tied to the bed and I couldn't do anything to satiate my burning desire for orgasm. Moving my hips meant that the skirt moved slightly on the end of my penis, but the effect wasn't even close to enough to bring me to orgasm; in fact, all I was doing was prolonging my own teasing! Reluctantly - after all, it did feel good - I stopped trying to pleasure myself against the fabric, and lay still, listening intently for any sign of my gorgeous wife returning, hoping that her friend might be late and that Jayne might decide to pass the time with sex. Jayne had gone back into the bathroom to finish her shower, although the water only ran for a few minutes. I heard the catch on the bathroom cabinet click shut; she must be applying her makeup in the mirror, or brushing her lustrous long hair. Occasionally I heard the sound of something being placed on the shelf; then the toilet flushed, a tap ran, the door opened, and I listened to Jayne's footsteps as she walked along the landing and - disappointingly - into the spare bedroom. The buzz of her hairdryer started, and ran for several minutes. I had an image in my head of my wife's stunning, curvaceous, naked form as she tossed her hair about like the models in numerous shampoo adverts. The hairdryer stopped. Jane's footsteps on the landing again, and this time she returned to the bedroom, back in her bra and knickers. "How are you doing, dear?" she asked, as she took some clothes out of the wardrobe. "Well, I haven't escaped yet!" I joked. Jayne laughed, as she slipped an attractively tight-fitting black T-shirt on. She pulled a pair of blue jeans up her legs and over her deliciously plump bottom, pausing to look at her bottom in the tight-fitting denim before zipping the jeans up. My erection, which had begun to subside, rose once again under my skirt. "Do I look OK?" she asked. "Stunning, as always." I replied. Jayne giggled. "Thankyou, honey! So do you!" She bent down and gave me a quick kiss, then disappeared through the door again and down the stairs. The radio in the kitchen came on; I heard running water then the click of the kettle switch. A minute or so passed, then the fridge opened, then came the rattle of a teaspoon in a cup. I stared at the ceiling and thought of an enjoyable recent occasion where Jayne and I had returned from a party, my wife dressed in a pretty little red satin cocktail dress and matching red stilletos. She had opened the fridge, bent down to pick up something from the bottom shelf, noticed me ogling her bottom (which was barely covered by the sexy little flared skirt of the dress), and had wiggled her delightful rear at me and playfully slapped herself on the bottom. Within moments her knickers were around her ankles and my hard cock was buried deep inside her pussy... The doorbell interrupted my daydreaming; Jayne's friend Rachel must have arrived. A moment later I heard the door open and the two girls exchanging greetings. Their excited chatter drifted up the stairs; they were going to go to this shop, and that one, and here for lunch, and so-and-so bought a lovely dress in Dorothy Perkins last week but she hasn't got the figure for it! I heard footsteps in the hall again; were they heading out? No, someone was heading upstairs. Actually, both of them were; I could hear Jayne telling Rachel about a coat that she'd seen on some website or other and that she had a discount voucher to print off. So that meant they were heading to the spare room where the computer lived. Fortunately, while not completely shut, the bedroom door was only open slightly and so at least my scantily-dressed, tied-up body wouldn't be visible from the landing. I heard the computer start up, the sound of the cooling fans, the little startup jingle playing. The girls were chattering away again - clothes, shops, gossip - and after a minute or two I heard the printer begin to whirr and click. The girls' voices became hushed; presumably one of them had some particularly juicy piece of gossip that warranted a little drama? And then my eyes widened: I heard Jayne mention my name. Their conversation was only just distinguishable over the sound of the Epson clattering away, "...I came back from the shower and found him wearing my skirt in bed!" "What? You mean... was he...?" "Well what else would he be doing?" They both giggled. "So what did you do?" Rachel said. "Well," said Jayne, "I was more than a little shocked! But I tell you something, he didn't look half bad!" More giggling. I felt my face turning bright red; while dimly aware that women shared more personal secrets than men, I hadn't imagined that Jayne would tell anyone - not even her closest friend - about this morning! She continued: "And it was so obvious he'd been wanking," - giggles - "he was hard as a rock!" Oh, Christ on a bicycle, I'd never be able to look Rachel in the eye again! I certainly wasn't "hard as a rock" now; embarassment had shattered my arousal. Their voices had dropped to whispers now; I couldn't make out more than the occasional word and frequent bouts of giggling. Then: "You mean he's still there? Still in your skirt?" Ground, open up and swallow me now. "Well, unless it turns out he's some relation of Houdini's, then yes!" Ha, ha. At this point I'd have given a years' wages for a decent pair of scissors. And then came the killer blow to my dignity. No words, just more laughing, then footsteps, then the creak of the bedroom door. Oh, NO...