0 comments/ 30918 views/ 0 favorites Tina's Trouble By: Hungry_eyes Morning assessments: I toggled the light switch and heard the pop and saw the flash and instantly knew that the light bulb just died. I looked for a replacement in the linen closet, but I could only find a 40-watt bulb to replace the 60-watt bulb that just popped. In the dim light, my crows' feet wrinkles looked more ominous than usual. "Damn, I hate the thought of getting old," I whispered to myself. The wrinkles were not the least of my body's problems. My breasts were extra pendulous and seemed to sag a little more today. Gravity and time was working together to stretch what were once nice, firm, and pert 34b cups, with nipples that pointed slightly upward, to sagging bags of flesh topped with tired looking nubs pointing slightly down. "Damn, I wish the light were a little brighter," I whispered again to myself. Also, I couldn't focus my eyes correctly to look for stray hairs. The effort was useless because with my glasses, the focal length was off, and without them, I simply couldn't see distinctly. It's good thing that I wear contact lenses because wearing glasses makes me look even older. The needle zoomed up as I stepped carefully onto the foot-pad of my bathroom scale. It bounced a little and finally settled on 135 lbs. "Damn, I'm overweight again!" I thought. "A careful look into the tall mirror on the bathroom door confirmed what I had just inwardly felt. I'm fat in the hips again. I feel like Tweedledumb's sister. My 5'6" height appears too wide in the middle. It would be a challenge to get back to 120 lbs. in just two weeks. I want to be my 120 lbs. plump in time for my 40th birthday. This fat would be disgraceful. I'll try, and get close, even if I don't quite get there. The 120 lbs. plump is a weight I can live with most of the time. When I try to reach 110 lbs., I find it immeasurably harder to maintain. My body looks good, but the cost is too high. I made a deal with myself to allow a little fat in return for a manageable life. So I live life at 120 lbs. plump most of the time. I turned to each side to inspect the damages. "Now what the hell was that dark spot on my leg? A bruise, but from what," I thought? The bruise makes me look like I've got a skin disease or something. I feel like a big potato with those ugly black spots that you have to cut out of them. I wonder what Kevin and C.D. think of working with me. They probably think I'm fat too, but wouldn't tell me that to my face. Based on their age, and their good looks, they'd probably prefer working with some one closer to their own age, not some one nearly 15 years their senior. I think Kevin is 25 and C.D. is 26. They seem such virile young men. I should call them hunks. They could easily be a woman's dream man based on their physique. The reality is that hunks don't go for women with crows' feet, saggy tits, a weight problem, and ugly bruises. Young men want young girls with firm breasts, a slim waist, and blemish free skin. I should just face the facts. I'm not young and desirable any longer. I can't turn heads any longer. Nor can I turn back the hands of time. I can just try to preserve what I still have for as long as I can. I looked in the closet and found a "fat staple" to wear to work. My "fat staple" outfit was comfortable and hid my fatty features well. I found some of the larger plain cotton panties, a pair of panty hose, and a matching white cotton full support bra. The panty hose were stubborn, as usual. I nearly toppled as I lost my balance striving to pull the left foot hose in place. A nice white blouse went on next. It was a 50-point opaque cotton twill with buttons down the front. I pulled on a half-slip and a full navy skirt. Some comfortable shoes with 1-inch heels found me fully dressed. Not too bad in disguising my faults. A little makeup, perhaps put on at work where I can see properly, will do the trick. I hurried to catch my bus. I saw that two groups of people had formed at the bus stop. One group was waiting for a bus, and the other group was waiting for a private car to ride to work in. I thought that it would be faster to ride in a car this morning. Normally, there is a line, but today there just seems to be a group of people waiting for cars. A few cars fill up and I move closer to the curb. As I wait for the next car, I am flanked by two young and beautiful girls. A car stops, its' window goes down, and a handsome man asks, "Anyone going downtown?" I begin to move towards the car. The young girl on my left bumps my arm and my newspaper falls to the ground. While I retrieve it, the girls hop in and close the doors. The youngsters are whisked away. A giggle can be heard through the open window. I angrily think, "They're laughing at me." I take a big deep breath. "Perhaps, I should just stick with my own age." A man in his early sixties is standing beside me now. The man has salt and pepper hair and is immaculately dressed in an expensive suit. I guess we oldies can look good at times. Another car drives up. Again, a window goes down and an offer is made. But this time, the older man, now smiling as he looks upon me, wordlessly gestures for me to get in the car first. I do get in. I say, "Thank you," loudly, so that he can hear me. I quickly scoot across the seat. He nods, still smiling. I inform the driver of my destination, "Bank of America, please." The older man just says one word, "Exxon". He repeats it, "Exxon." The driver nods as we pull away. We travel rapidly into town. The older man with his expensive suit and a smile is going to Exxon. He was a gentleman to me, and I want to thank him somehow. I could listen to him. I could be an attentive ear in the morning rush. He asks me if I speak German! I don't. He can't speak English yet. We smile and sit in silence as the driver listens to music on the radio. An old Dan Fogelberg song is playing. It's that song about meeting an old lover in the grocery store on Christmas Eve. The couple bought a six-pack and brought it out to the car in the parking lot. They talked about what had happened since they had last seen one another. They toasted to their youth and innocence. They imagine, for a moment, about what may have happened if they hadn't drifted apart. I think he named the tune "Auld Lang Syne." It always reminds me of lost values, whatever they may be. It could be a lover, or a career, or a hobby misplaced and then remembered too late, but especially, the road never taken. I felt a tear trickle down my cheek. The old man noticed and got a handkerchief out for me. I blinked out a few more tears. It wasn't that time of month. Why was I so moody today? I smiled and thanked him again. There was no doubt that I was in the presence of a gentleman. It was his character. He treated everyone kindly. Again, I wasn't special, but fortunate for his company. My stop came and I got out. I worked feverishly all morning. Our department was rushing to meet some deadlines for documents. Kevin and C.D. were friendly but seemed preoccupied. I wanted to talk or joke or something with them, but this morning they ignored me. I felt so alone. Isolated and brooding about it, I realized that I hadn't had enough human interaction. I enjoyed a tear on several occasions over nothings. Kevin loudly asked C.D. to lunch. "Why hadn't they asked me," I wondered? The deadline was met just in time for lunch. I had tried to get Sue on the phone to arrange some lunch plans, but her phone mail answered with an old greeting. She might not be here today. Lunch: I decided to walk at lunch. It will help me to lose the weight I needed to lose. I reached the elevator lobby and went for the revolving door. I literally bumped into Sue. I had my head down, and my feet were on autopilot. Sue rounded the corner from her elevators and we collided gently. "There you are," she said smiling. "Are you ready for lunch?" I sighed a huge sigh and a smile just burst upon my face. I think I may have even blinked a tear I was so happy to see her. "Yeah, how about Tree Beard's," I managed to say quietly. "Sound's great to me. I'm gonna have red beans and rice and Cajun sausage. The spicy hot sausage," Sue's familiar happy voice returned. Just hearing her reply reversed my sour attitude. "I have to tell you I had the most fabulous weekend. We went to Barbara's house and I photographed all weekend. I have some work I am so proud of," Sue said with such exuberance that I felt excited for her! "It was an absolute blast! The guys can be so much fun!" Sue is a red haired, green-eyed beauty. She is 4 years younger than I and stands 5'11" in socks. Her 38DD's look absolutely great on her tall frame. Her hips are all woman and she exercises to keep her tummy somewhat firm. She smiles incessantly. "Baby, how have ya been," Sue asked looking me in the eye? "O.K.," I said softly. "Pumpkin, there's something not right. You say O.K., but you look like shit, darling," she observed correctly. 'I do look like shit and that's my problem,' I thought to myself. "I've been feeling plump and moody," I told her. "Plump! Baby, you see plump where I see luscious," Sue quipped. "You have no idea, darling, how scrumptious you are." "Let's hear about your shoot at Barbara's," I said trying to change the subject and get back to some levity. Sue talked about her shoot. She is an amateur photographer. She has dabbled in portraits, and weddings, but her real interests lie with fashion, fine art and combining social commentary with fine art. Now, I call it fine art. Sue calls it nudes. The more sexual, the better she likes it. I have not asked her what her nudes do, but she described several shots in detail anyway. I was shocked and excited too. "That sounds so interesting," I said, but I was thinking it sounded so erotic and sensual. I squirmed cautiously on my restaurant seat. Sue had described three male models she had worked with including descriptions of some of their physical attributes. The three were Harold, Steve, and Pete. They had modeled commercially and Sue had met them first as models. They were casual friends now. Harold was the oldest at 42 and the tallest at 6'2". He was thin because he was a runner. His body had lots of chest and back hair. He had the smallest cock. It measured 5.5"and was thin and curved to the right when he had an erection. Steve was 27. He and Pete worked out at the gym together and he had a muscular 5'11" body. He had shaved all the body hair off his legs, arms, back, and chest. It was something that some bodybuilders did. His cock was a little longer at 6", straight, and fatter than Harold. It was also uncircumcised. Pete was also 27 but stood only 5'7". He like Steve had shaved all the hair off his body because of his bodybuilding. His musculature was the best of the three. Pete had the longest cock at 6.5", but he was also the thinnest of the three. I sat in wonder as Sue described how they ended up measuring the size of their manhood for some "official stats about the photograph." As she described their cocks, I got caught in a daydream of my own and didn't hear all of what she said. Just "working" with young naked males seemed like some exotic, maybe erotic, activity. Sue mentioned photographing these young men with erections. I couldn't imagine how she might have helped to arouse them. I imagined what I would have done! But this thought of young male models is just fantasy to me. It's merely fodder for my daydreams. Reality is that I am a fat old broad with smallish drooping tits and wrinkles. Young studs' like Harold, Steve, and Pete were not excited by the likes of me. For the rest of the day, I daydreamed about young stud's cocks and how I might enjoy them. It was a dream and nothing more. I would never cheat on Charles, my husband. Dinner: Charles was late, again. He worked as a store manager at the mall for a large department store. He often had to be there when the store was opened and sometimes he stayed late to help with after hour activities like testing the fire detection system or something server related. He did get time off. It was sometimes rather generous, amounting to days of comp time. "Hello darling, how are you today," he asked me with a smile. "I'm fine. Are you hungry," I asked? "I'm hungry for you sweetie. I want to make love to you tonight," Charles said and then growled like a wild animal. "I want it too, darling," I confessed unbuttoning two buttons of my blouse. My daydreams had me primed and I was wet already. Charles took the hint and began to remove my clothes. When he had bared my nipples, I moaned my enjoyment. When he placed his delicate wet tongue on them I began to gush secretions from my pussy. His hands quickly bared my bottom and I stood before him naked. "What would my darling like this warm wet tongue to do this evening," Charles inquired with the words that were more than familiar. He had asked me that question so often that those words are etched in my mind. I don't even know if I actually heard him say the words. I think my mind had raced through them as he used his lips to slowly form them. So, while I think that I know what he was saying, I didn't even hear it all. I don't exaggerate when I say that he always asked that question of me. I don't mind that much. I guess that it's nice, that he should ask. I do appreciate that he'll do whatever I request of him. Well, almost whatever I request. Charles mostly just licks my nipples first and then moves to my clit and then fucks me twice. I always come several times and I've grown accustomed to our routine. I can't remember last when we hadn't done just this. It must be years we've done this. At times I wouldn't mind if we tried something else, but this works so well for both of us. I know he really likes to eat me. Sometimes though, I wish he'd just take me. Sometimes, I long for a change. I'd like to know that I'm desirable. It's not that Charles doesn't tell me I am. He tells me using the same words every single time we have sex, which amounts to nearly every day. So, what do I want from him? I don't know. We have a good thing going on. So what's my problem? "I want you to eat me between my legs. I have to feel your tongue on my pussy, darling," I whispered as we lay down on the couch. I wouldn't mind being on his side sometimes. I wouldn't mind being asked to do something for Charles every once in a while, but he always beats me to the question. He always asks what he can do for me with his tongue. God, how I love his tongue doing me, just like he is now. Shit! That's good! Fuck, that's good! Charles did his usual fabulous tonguing. I began to orgasm after ten minutes of A,B,C's. Charles uses his willing tongue to draw the A,B,C's on my clit and pussy lips. He never fails to get me off. I pull his mouth from my pussy, because I need his cock inside me. Charles mounts me and I cum as he enters me with his fat cock. He pumps and strokes for ten minutes before I feel him tighten and thrust in earnest. He bathes my insides with his cum. I have had three orgasms as he has built to his own. I guess I'm easy to please. Charles begins to go flaccid. "Darling that was so nice," I coo. That's what I always say to Charles. "Tina, your so fucking beautiful. I'm the luckiest guy on the planet to have you as my friend and lover," Charles says. He says I'm beautiful. I guess he ignores the faults. He'd say I'm beautiful even if I were 175 lbs. I don't really know what to think. Let's do something different. "Charles, Sue was measuring guys cocks this weekend. How do you measure a cock? Can we do yours," I ask gaily? "Hell yes," Charles says as he hurries off for a tape measure from the sewing kit. "I'd say it's six inches, and fat," I tell him. "Yep, that about sums it up," Charles adds. He pauses a moment and tells me, "Tina, I'm having problems getting it to really go rigid though. It's erect, but it's strangely erect. It's like it's partially erect. This is fucking strange." "Have you been beating off too much or something," I ask? "I can't afford to jack off. Hell, we're having sex 5 days a week and I cum twice on each little outing," Charles reminded me. I do have to admit that Charles and I have a pretty active sex life. It's routine and I like it a lot because I can count on it. Until now, Charles hadn't commented on the demand it made on him. "Come fuck me again, darling," I requested. "Let's try this maybe doggie style," he suggests. We position ourselves. "Oh, yeah, but I'm still too limp to enter you! Shit! What the hell is going on here?" Charles asks, clearly puzzled. "I don't understand. This has only happened when I've drunk too much alcohol. Now I haven't had any drinks and I can't get it hard!" "Charles, baby, you gotta stick that big hard cock in me and fill my insides with your cum," I nearly yelled at him. He can't just break up my routine! He owes me another erection, another fucking! He hardly ever leaves me hanging. I need this today. I'm feeling fat, I've been miserable, and I need his hard cock in me! "It's beginning to work, yell out some more. I'm getting harder," Charles said panting. What's beginning to work? What did I do? I yelled at him to give me his fat cock and he liked it! "You fucker with the fat six inch cock. You gotta stuff me you bastard. You gotta get that cock hard and slam my aching cunt with it. You gotta show me with that big tasty cock what a tight little pussy gets when it hungers for some tasty cock. It aches for you," I was talking gibberish. We never talk like this out loud. It was new to me and new to Charles. "You fucking little cunt. You'll feel a real man tearing into that little cock sucking cunt of yours. I'm gonna pound that hungry pussy till it ain't hungry any more. Take this bitch," Charles yelled as he pounded furiously into my grateful pussy. "Yeah, baby, yeah, tear me up with your steel. Shit that's good! Oh! Oh! Shit! Oh," I managed to say before Charles began to explode inside of me for the second time! "Damn that was good! You gotta yell at me like that next time. That was fucking incredible," Charles managed to say as I felt him slip from my pussy lips! "Charles, lick me to another orgasm, baby," I implored him. "Are you kidding me? Baby, I don't lick that goo. I never have and I never will. I'm no fucking homosexual. Besides, you told me yourself how you won't touch the stuff because you hate the taste! I'm really tired, baby," Charles said as he slowly shut his eyes and lay back for a rest. The next evening sex was very good. We even shouted at each other more. I called him nasty names and he called me his whore and his slut and his cock-sucker. I couldn't get enough of him calling me names while he impaled me with his very rigid manhood. I don't know why calling me degrading names' was turning me on. I don't think of myself for real as a whore. I do sometimes imagine what it would be like to be a sex object and treated in whatever manner my Charles would treat me. But no, I don't really think of Charles ever taking me that way. It's not like him to do that. So, in my dreams it is someone else that is strong, and is so sexy I would do anything for him and he knows I am his to please him. But, it's just a fantasy. I'd never cheat on Charles. The next two evenings were scary. Charles could not get hard enough for penetration at all. Yelling didn't help and whispering didn't help. Something was really wrong! This was strange. Charles made a doctor appointment and was prescribed Viagra. Only the 100mg dose worked and without the pill Charles had no erection of any use to me. The medical insurance would only give him 12 pills per month. That provided for less sex than either of us was accustomed to. After the pills were gone Charles would bring me off orally. That was all we could do together. To make matters worse, Charles had an eight-hour recovery time! If he came, it would take another 8 hours to recover enough to get hard and climax again. Tina's Trouble My sex life was shitty at mid month when the pills were gone. Sue's shoulder: "Why does this have to happen now? We just discovered something that made sex more enjoyable when he goes flaccid on me," I said with anger lingering in my voice. "Baby, we'll get you through this," Sue said as she fumbled with her chopsticks after an elusive bit of chicken. "Yeah, but how?" I asked. I used a fork and Sue always struggled with those chopsticks! I guess she prefers to master everything she does. "Plastic, baby, with plastic," Sue said finally succeeding in capturing the little morsel. "What do you mean," I ask genuinely puzzled by what she's talking about. "You'll see. Come with me after work to this little store I know. We'll find you some help. Now you said you discovered something that made things better. You gotta tell me, baby, what it is," Sue asked? "Well, I don't know if I can talk about it, even with you. I-I mean, I-I'm a little," I stuttered and paused, hesitant because of my embarrassment about talking about our intimacy. "Hesitant, to discuss something so personally satisfying," Sue interrupted. "Baby, I wouldn't care if you liked cum up your nose, I have probably seen it all and tried it all myself between my two husbands and my years of dating after the divorce. Hell, that's one of the fun parts is just talking about it," Sue said. She had a way of dissipating my most anxious feelings leaving me just apprehensive. "Well," I said pausing to gather my courage, "we shout at each other now when we didn't used to." I took a deep breath. There I said it. "That's it," Sue asked? "Yeah, that's it," I said a little bothered that she wasn't taking my fear as seriously as I felt it. "Anything special," Sue asked with a wink and a smile. This was the part I really felt apprehensive about. I didn't want to give the specifics. If I give specifics, then she'd know that I want to be called those wicked names. "I call Charles a bastard and I beg him to fuck me hard with his big cock," I said hoping that would satisfy her and I wouldn't have to admit what I liked being called. "And what does Charles say to you, darling," Sue quickly asked. "Well," I said taking a deep, deep breath, "he calls me nasty names mostly. During sex he doesn't call me Tina, not anymore. He has those other names he uses when we have our fun," I said softly looking down ashamed to look Sue in the eye. "What is one of the other names Charles calls you, baby," Sue asks brusquely? I answered quickly because her tone demanded me to, "He calls me by my nasty names. He calls me many nasty things when we do wicked things. He calls me slut a lot, and a whore, and a cock-sucker. It's when I'm bad," I explained. Sue was quiet for a few moments. 'This explained a lot,' she thought. 'Tina was exploring limits with the names she liked being called.' Sue had seen it before. "I'll see you at five at the parking garage entrance. Don't be late," she said, but with out the usual smile. Shopping with Sue: Sue drove. We didn't talk while traveling the short distance to the adult sex shop. I was daydreaming about what might possibly help Charles be a better lover. I was so caught in thought that I didn't notice where we really were. "Come with me, baby," Sue said, but without her usual smile. She took my hand in hers. We entered the store together, hand in hand. I had never been to an adult sex shop. They have an unsavory image. Charles and I had great sex these twenty years until just recently. There was never a reason to visit this kind of store. I felt uneasy, but holding Sue's hand gave me some reassurance. She wasn't hesitant at all. Sue walked me over to a wall filled with "paper weights" shaped like cocks. Some were black, some were pink and some were a jelly feeling substance that was green and felt like a thickened Jell-O. She quickly picked through the items and removed 3 things off the wall, handing them to me to carry. She led me to a wall that had jewelry. There were breast adornments, ankle bracelets, clit jewelry and other things. Sue picked out still more items. She was quick and quiet. She didn't explain a thing. She led me to another wall where there were leather items. She quickly picked out a few items and after handing these to me she led me to the checkout counter. It took only 15 minutes to choose all of these things. Sue knew them all very well. "Buy these," was all that Sue said. She turned and walked to a display away from the counter. "Will this be all," the young girl at the counter asked me. "Yes, I think so," I sighed. "Your total is three hundred seventy six dollars and 12 cents. How would you like to pay for this," the girl asked. "Plastic," I responded, as I handed her my credit card remembering that Sue had told me that plastic was going to improve my love life. The young girl was obligated to tell me about the fact that none of the items were returnable and I wasn't really listening to her. I watched each item as it was placed into a plastic sack. Some of the things I recognized, and some were a mystery. "Let's go," Sue barked. I followed her to the car. I got in and she drove me home. For the next two hours we drank wine and discussed the items I purchased one by one. Sue gave me assignments to use certain ones first, others next and then others. Altogether, I had purchased a feather, a blindfold, wrist and leg restraints, three dildos of various sizes, two butt plugs, two vibrators, a strap on harness for the dildos, a neck collar, nipple clamps, a ball gag, and a bottle of silicone lube. Sue left before Charles got home. I was a little tipsy from the wine and I wanted to explore the vibrators and the dildos. They promised to give me some satisfaction when Charles just couldn't. I loaded the vibrators with batteries and began to explore. "What the hell are you doing, babe," Charles asked as he stood watching me bucking on our bed with a plastic cock shoved into my pussy and a vibrator on my clit? "Get your cock over here and fuck me, your slut needs a real man, a real cock, a fucking bastard who'll ram her thirsty pussy," I moaned between pants as I continued to cum. Charles vanished for a minute. He went for a Viagra. My sex life improved dramatically over the course of the next couple of months. Charles became skilled in ramming my pussy with a dildo when his cock would give out. The dildo was both longer and fatter than Charles' cock is. It touched me in places that Charles never touched. I had never known that sex could be this intense! There were times that I just saw colors flashing when that firm plastic was pumped into my hungry pussy. Sometimes, I would combine his thrusts with the plastic cock with a vibrator on my clit. I liked the vibrator to start out with very slow vibrations and then gradually build up the speed. A gentle touch works best with me. A gentle clit massage combined with the firm plastic monster cock was sure to give me multiple orgasms. I never knew sex could be this enjoyable! I felt sorry for Charles. Here, he was a man, whose orgasm often caused pause to his party. His fun was so short lived while mine was actually lengthening. Since I enjoyed our sessions so much, I wanted more of them. It bothered Charles, because his medical condition with his tumescence denied him even the normal male response after the Viagra ran out for the month. Lately, I cried on a few occasions, just feeling sorry for him. I never stopped loving him. Always is always. I never entertained the idea of leaving him. He was my life companion. I vowed for better or worse and I meant it. I walked many miles in his shoes. I wouldn't want him to leave me if the problem were reversed. Sometimes, another vibrator was added to my ass. Just turned on high and pressed against my asshole satisfied me. I didn't like it in my ass, just pressing gently against my little pucker. This always sent me into orbit. I would even ask for it and made sure that Charles would operate the toys for me. It meant that he was always involved. I loved the introduction of the vibrators and dildos. I feared getting involved with the other items. Restraints and gags and nipple clamps and butt plugs and the dildo harness required I slip into a role that I was not comfortable even contemplating. I just stashed the items in a box in a corner of a closet we seldom used. Charles and I were doing fine with our new habits. I never felt the need to escalate our actions to include those other things. Sex with Charles, and now with toys that he used on me, amounted to a really great fuck, at least for me. In addition to the sex toys, we had our words and sexual banter. Charles was getting good at exciting me with his words. He often called me the names I liked. I would dream that Charles was fucking me hard while calling me names. It really turns me on. Just thinking about him doing me like that gets me wet between the legs and makes me want him. Poor Charles! His erections have never gotten better. He's become dependent on the Viagra. His recovery after a climax remains long. It takes 6 to 8 hours to recharge so that he can use his cock successfully. He's only 50 years old. I really dread when menopause hits. I'm enjoying the sex much too much to give it up. Sue helps some more: Sue and I are equals when it comes to work related issues. We are equals in nearly all respects. There is an exception. That exception concerned any sexual matters. She is vastly more experienced and knowledgeable. Combine that with her strong personality and I always acquiesced to her on all sexual matters. I also felt good when she took control, like the day she took me shopping at the sex shop. I secretly enjoyed submitting to her directions. I felt that I could deny her nothing when it came to this part of our friendship. It was nearly a month after purchasing the toys that Sue and I had a private talk in her workspace. "Tell me how Charles likes the toys," Sue commanded. "He fucks me well with the dildo's," I replied. "How do you like when he restrains you and gags you with the ball," Sue asks me? "He hasn't tried the gag or restraints yet," I confessed purposely averting her eyes. "Baby, does he even know you have them," Sue asks me? "No," I say and pause, while I find my breath to continue, "He doesn't know I have them." There I finally got the words out. Why can't I look Sue in the eye when I try to say this? And why do I feel so strange when I have to admit these things? "Baby, did you wear a bra and panties to work today," Sue asks? "Of course I did, I always do," I answer quickly! I was puzzled with her question. "Go the ladies room, take them off and bring them back to me here," Sue commands. "But, I can't do that! We're at work! People will know! I can't. I-I-I just can't," I stammer looking down and feeling my heart pound so hard I think Sue may be able to hear it. "Baby, I'm waiting," Sue reminds me without offering argument or explanation for the strange demand. I rise up and feel dizzy from the blood pressure change. I take a step and then another and my mind goes into a loop of suspended thought. Somehow, I continue to walk down the hall. It seems that my feet are walking against my will. They move me down the hall of their own accord. I see Kevin just ahead. He looks at me and furrows his brow. "Are you alright Tina?" I hear his concerned voice say. I don't respond to his question. My mind is locked and frozen. I push on past him. The last thing in the world would be to make my actions and motives known to anyone. If I were correctly seen for what I was doing I would surely die of shame and embarrassment. My heart would stop and my breath would freeze. I push and the door to the ladies room swings open. I feel relief when I determine that no one else is in the room. I move to the last stall and enter, locking the door behind me. I put the seat down and begin to undress. My fingers are shaking and the buttons are not loosening because of my fumbling. I will have to calm down. I take a large breath and exhale some tension. The first button is detached. "I can do these buttons," I tell myself. My fingers respond successfully detaching each button in turn. I finally remove my blouse and carefully lay it on the seat. I unfasten my bra with a single try. My saggy tits are suddenly free to droop. I feel that they are trying to sag to the floor. Blood begins to circulate and the cool air causes my nipples to harden. I put the bra down and pick up the blouse. It is on my shoulders and I attach the buttons. I feel safer, but the silk blouse gently teases my erect and excited nipples as it moves across their points. I remove my skirt, my slip, my panty hose and finally my panties. Again the cool air strikes my pubic area and I shudder as the hairs on my back stand on end. Just then, I hear a noise. Someone has entered the room. I shiver with excitement and fear as I realize that I am no longer alone. I shudder again, but this time my clit demands I touch it now. I touch my finger to my clit and feel the electric wave double me over as my orgasm takes me by surprise. A small "Ah," escapes my lips and I hear a voice ask, "Are you alright in there?" I manage a credible, "Yes, thank you," as my orgasm begins to subside. I put my slip and skirt back on. I wad the panty hose up and when the room is empty, but for me, I discard the hose. I cling to the undergarments. I raise them to my nose and smell my excitement in them. They smell strongly of my womanly scent. I didn't have my purse with me. I can't just walk out of the ladies room carrying my undergarments wadded in my tightly clenched hand. But I do just that. The hallway is empty, but for me. I walk steadily. I'm nearly to where I left Sue. Kevin turns a corner. He looks me over. "What cha got there Tina," Kevin asks? "Just a rag. I spilled some water when I was watering a plant," I say. The words are a lie, but the sound of my voice displays my false confidence well. "Fancy looking rags, if ya ask me, Tina. See ya," Kevin looked into my anxious eyes and had a smirk on his face. He suspects something or even knows! My god, I'm getting a little giddy. "I have them here," I said as I stood looking at the floor. "Offer them to me," Sue commanded. My hand shot out, but my mind was wondering what was happening. Sue took the bra and panties from my hand. She carefully straightened them as if they were fresh from the dryer and folded them neatly. "I'll keep these," she told me. "Each day, you will come to work wearing a bra and panties. Each morning, before starting the day, you will remove them and bring them to me. If I am not at my desk, you will put them on my chair like you would a document that you would want me to see. You will do this until I have all of your underwear. When you don't have any underwear left to bring me, you will come to work naked beneath your blouse and skirt. You will wear the clothes you always wear. Some dresses, some blouses, some sweaters, skirts, and even pants. Baby, do you understand me," Sue asked? My mind was racing. I couldn't do this! This was obscene, to come and remove my undergarments at work for Sue. I couldn't possibly do this. "Yes, but why? Why are you doing this to me," I was compelled to ask? "To punish you for keeping the restraints a secret from Charles," Sue said with a sly smile on her face. I had ten sets of underwear. Each day, I would undress and give my panties and bra to Sue. She had placed a box near her desk in which she would put my underwear. She wasn't being careful when she placed the clothes in the box. Sometimes, she left the lid off and I could detect a womanly odor coming from the clothes. On a couple of occasions, C.D. or Kevin or Sarah would watch Sue put my bra and panties away in the box. They didn't come right up and watch. They did it from a distance. I am so embarrassed because I suspect they know what I am doing. "Tina, I want you to be a model in a photo shoot I'm doing at Barbara's this weekend. Bring all of the swimsuits you might own and meet me at 9 A.M. at this address," Sue said. She handed me a card with an address printed on it. "Baby, don't be late. Oh, and bring all those things you bought at the sex shop too." The Photo shoot: I was on time. I wore some shorts and a tube top. Sue didn't ask for me to wear anything specific. She had all of my underwear at work. I brought all of the sex shop items. Barbara's house is a posh 5000+ square foot home in an old rich neighborhood. I parked in the large circular driveway in front of the house. I went to the large mahogany double door and rang the bell. I waited and soon Sue answered the door. "Baby, you look so nice, and you brought the items I asked for," Sue said smiling. "Now come on in and we'll get started. First, take off all of your clothes and put them in the bag, and then come put this swimsuit on that I have picked out for you." I felt very odd and was deeply apprehensive. What if someone should come in while I was naked in the foyer, I wondered, so I asked Sue, "I feel so self-conscious. Must I take my clothes off here?" "Yes Tina, take all of your clothes off here. There is no one here but you and I, at least for awhile," Sue explained. I quickly removed my tube top, shorts, and even sandals. "Baby, you look so very, very good. Let's get started. Come with me to the pool area. Barbara is just your size and has lots of swimsuits you can pose in," Sue said as she led me to the pool changing area. I wandered around the pool putting a toe in to test the water temperature and looking at the automatic pool cleaner make its' way around the pool. I was surprised that it was so noisy. In fact, it was so noisy that I didn't even know that the pool man was present to check on the pool until he asked, "Lady is it ok if I maintain the pool now?" I shrieked and ran from him into the changing room where Sue was inspecting Barbara's stock of fashionable bathing suits. "Baby, what's wrong dear," Sue asked looking at me with great concern. "I was startled by the pool man, he was, I'm naked, he saw me after he asked, I ran, I'm so ashamed, "I was speaking gibberish and panting together. "Baby, that's just Raul. He's Barbara's pool man. You said he saw you naked, dear," Sue asked? "Yes, yes, he saw me, I didn't see him," I spoke quickly. "Well it is about time you met him," Sue said as she gently took my hand and began to lead me out of the changing room. I was in shock. "I can't do this. I'm naked. He'll see me, again. Sue, please, I can't do this. Sue, please," I whispered as Sue and I approached Raul who was bent over the pool dipping a tube in the water for a water sample. Raul looked up and smiled when he saw us. "Miss Sue, it is a pleasure to see you again," he said. This stranger, Raul, stared at me. I could feel his eyes roaming from my face to my breasts, then below, and finally back up. "Do you like what you see, Raul," Sue asked? "Si. Very, very much. She es muy bonito, Miss Sue. She es what you say beautiful. She es get me hart," Raul spoke in a broken dialect. He stared at me as he spoke his words and he licked his lips. I could not look at him. I would sneak a peek occasionally, but I mostly looked down. I know I turned scarlet. I wanted to run away, but I was frozen in place by Sue's hand in mine. My mind was frozen as well. My heart was beating rapidly and seemed so loud that everyone must have heard it. I noticed that my nipples were hard and distended on my saggy breasts. I thought about my wide hips and the fat that was there. I wondered if my moles and bruises and other imperfections would disgust him. Sue and Raul were talking and I could barely hear them because my heartbeat was so loud. I felt heat in my face. It must have been a blush. I noticed the cool water on the bottom of my bare feet and thought that I could use some on my face. I wanted to roll up in a ball and hide. I stood tentatively feeling that my rubbery legs would collapse and save me from his penetrating stare. I would fall into the pool and the water would distort his view of me enough that he would release his stare. Tina's Trouble "I'm going to take pictures of Tina. Should we be afraid of your pool Raul," Sue inquired? "Oh, no, Miss Sue. Raul's pool is very safe, You no need to worry when you take pictures," he informed us. "You see my dear, it's quite safe here. No need to worry now that Raul is here. Now let's get the swimsuit I had just picked out for you. Perhaps you'd like to change out here. That would be fine too, baby," Sue said with a strange smile. I only heard let's change in the other room. I turned and walked quickly away to put something on. Sue remained with Raul and talked briefly with him. I had never been so humiliated in my entire life. I sat and just trembled. No other male, but Charles and a few doctors, had seen as much of me as Raul just did. How could I be so stupid? Sue didn't seem to know exactly when Raul might be here. Can it be that she forgot? I'm sure that's the case. She has so many important things to deal with concerning the photography that she couldn't be expected to remember when Raul might be by. But then, she led me out there by the hand, knowing he would see me. It's the artist in her. She just doesn't assign the importance to clothes that I do. I remember her nude pictures and she's talked about Harold, Steve, and Pete. They were naked and measuring cock size. Nudity is just not as big an issue to Sue as it is to me. Raul finished and left so that Sue and I were alone in this magnificent house. Sue had me posing in different outfits like bathing suits, and ball gowns, and a few nudes. I was getting comfortable with the idea of changing quickly from outfit to outfit and being naked in between. I was truly enjoying the experience. Sue was a good director. She had a good knowledge of the home and its furnishings and she is rather inventive when it comes to arranging things to make a good artsy photo. I had brought the 4 swimsuits that I owned. Barbara had 20 more. One was unbelievable. It was just three small pieces of cloth. Sue suggested I wear it and I laughed. I thought that my body would never look good in a suit like this. The top patches were so small that they didn't cover all of my areola and if a nipple got excited it would form a little tent and uncover more of my areola. There was a black one-piece swimsuit with slits in the sides and various string ties that was sexy, but modest. That was more for me! But then I hesitated. I might never have the chance to wear the tiny three patches of cloth suit. So I told myself, "What the hell, try it out." Sue was delighted when I emerged from the dressing room with this suit on. There I was, areola's not even covered and pussy hair spilling out from my bottoms. "I need a break to shave," I pointed out. Sue snapped a couple of before pictures and asked, "Need any help?" "I could use some company while I shave. The suit is so small I might just have to shave it all off," I said truthfully. Sue was grinning and grabbed my arm saying, "Let's go!" Sue was beside herself as she watched me carefully shave my private area. I truly sensed that she liked to see me naked much like Charles likes to see me naked. I think that she has a bit of an eye for other women. But I'm not saying she's gay. I think that she just has this gender-neutral eye for what she likes whether it's a man or a woman. She's an artist. "What'll Charles think of your bald pussy," she asked. "He is so intimidated lately that I can do whatever I please sexually and he'd just will have to go along with me. His manhood is so threatened. He's afraid he'll lose me to anyone more normal and masculine than he is, which includes just about the whole male population over the age of puberty. I wish that there were a way to prove to him that he is my man. I said when we recited our wedding vows that I take him "for better or for worse" and I meant it. He sees every other man as a threat. He doesn't listen or believe what I say when I tell him that it's him I love and not just anyone. I think that, Charles, like most men, think that all women think of them as failures if their damn cock doesn't measure up. It's frustrating me, but we'll get through it somehow," I explained. "I think he'll be fascinated with my new look. It may even distract his attention from my saggy boobs and wrinkling skin," I said. "I have an idea that may very well demonstrate for Charles that you mean what you say when you say that you love him and not other men," Sue said. "What's your idea," I asked? What does Charles think of you? Don't think what you think of you. What does Charles want you to be," Sue continued? "I'm not sure about some things, but I know he wants certainty about me being his. Whatever he finds in me to love he wants to know that I am his through thick and thin. He wants reassurance that when his sexual problems arise I will stay with him and work out solutions and not run off to another cock. He is afraid of losing me despite what I tell him," I say. "If he doesn't hear your words, do you think he'll believe your actions? Is seeing believing to Charles," Sue asked? "Definitely. But, I am telling him everyday with my actions that I choose him and not any other. I don't cheat on him. I don't understand why he would doubt this," I explain. "Sometimes, a person must be shown in more dramatic ways. I'll bet we could devise a demonstration that would more graphically demonstrate that you want him despite his temporary poor opinion of himself. I'll bet we could prove to him that you love him through thick and thin," Sue said confidently. "There is one thing that may crush our plans though. Would Charles cheat on you? Would he run to another woman if you were the one to have sexual problems? If he would, then we won't be able to convince him that you won't leave him," Sue said. "Of course I am not Charles. But, I have been with him for twenty years now, and I believe that he would not abandon me if my sexual abilities were damaged. I think that he just needs a different more powerful message to tell him that I will always be his and he will be mine," I said. "I think that we can arrange something, but you'll have to trust me like you did earlier with Raul," she said. "God, I wanted to die I was so nervous and embarrassed. I'm a fat cow Sue. I've never been naked in front of any man but Charles these last 20 years," I explained. "Baby! You poor thing! It's a matter of perspective and habits and practice. Don't worry it's not necessarily permanent. It can be changed," Sue said with a wink. I felt a shudder of excitement, or fear, or apprehension, I'm not really sure what, when she said I could change my modesty. I felt momentarily like I had earlier when Raul stared at me. "Let's break for lunch," Sue suggested. She lead me to the kitchen where she scrambled up some eggs and toasted some French bread and she broke out a bottle of wine. We chatted about the house and the clothes. "I have some ideas for some great photos of you in the library," Sue said as she finished pouring the last of the wine into my glass. She then went to the refrigerator and got out another bottle and opened that. "Bring the wine and meet me in the library," she told me. The library had a 14-foot tall ceiling. Along two walls were bookshelves that extended 12 feet up the wall. The room had a grand piano, a desk with chair, a credenza that matched the desk and chair, a fireplace and windows that flanked each side of the fireplace right to the ceiling. There was a tan leather sofa and two green leather wingback chairs and a small table in front of the chairs. I placed the wine bottle on the table and sipped from my glass enjoying the ambiance of the room. "Tina, baby. I have a new outfit that I would like you to change into," Sue informed me as she rummaged through a large plastic bag "Yes, this will do perfectly," she said out loud to her self as a black leather corset was withdrawn from the bag. I was dressed in a floral sundress that was just delightful to wear. I had nothing on underneath it. I removed the dress quickly letting it drop to the floor. Sue assisted me putting the corset on. Next she put a collar around my neck. It was strangely soothing. She also had elbow length black leather gloves and black patent leather boots that went to mid thigh. I thought that I looked like a "biker girl" or something. Sue took many photo's of me in this strange outfit. She had a few additional props she had me pose with. There was a riding crop (I bet that would sting!) she had me pose with and asked that I get a stern look on my face. I was having trouble being stern until she mentioned that she'd be Charles for a moment. "Honey I'm home," Sue called out mocking Charles. "I'm here in the library, dear," I answered normally. "I need you to suck my cock until I cum down your slut throat," Sue said realistically. I was taken back. Charles knows I don't eat his cum. I looked at Sue and saw that she had grabbed her camera and was clicking away again. "I don't eat your cum, you bastard," I replied looking very stern. "I am nearly finished," Sue said. "Oh that's good because I have to pee," I informed her. Ten minutes later, Sue had me on the floor restrained with leather cuffs on both my arms and my legs. I was bound so that I couldn't walk or even stand. I was very nervous about this, but summoned up some courage by telling myself that, Sue was in control and as a professional photographer she would never let me get injured. It was all make believe. Except for the fact that I really had to pee. It was dusk. The sun was on the horizon and it would be dark in just a little while. Sue released my restraints and was painfully slow to accomplish this. She handed me a miniskirt and a blouse that was semi sheer. "We are going out to eat. Put these clothes on now," Sue said sternly. "I don't have my underwear," I whined. "There will be no underwear for you tonight, baby," she informed me. I quickly got up and started to go to the bathroom. I had to pee something fierce. "Get back here bitch, and put the clothes on. Wear these shoes," she said forcefully handing me some 4-inch heels. "But I have to pee, now," I explained as I quickly put the clothes on. Sue took my hand and led me outside. The Texas night air was warm and humid. Security lights were on and illuminated the house well. Sue's car was parked out front in the circular drive. "Squat and pee in the grass bitch," Sue spit the words. "Never! Someone might see me," I whined again! "Yes, I will see you pee. I will see that yellow slut piss squirt from your whorish lips. If you don't hurry, I will honk the horn first and draw attention to you peeing like a bitch in the grass," Sue hissed at me. I was wet with sexual excitement. I was being commanded for a change and doing things that I had never, ever, envisioned myself even thinking of! Now, as I pissed into the grass as Sue looked on, my bladders urgency melted and I was freed to feel the sexual excitement that was building. "Wipe that bald pussy, so you don't get my car seat all wet with that whore pee," Sue ordered. I was confused. "Wipe with what," I asked from behind a bewildered frown. "Wipe with your hand slut, and then lick your filthy hand clean, and get on with it. We're not spending this beautiful night pissingns or cleaning car seats. Move, damn it, move," Sue ordered. I froze. I was in shock. Never in my wildest dreams had I ever considered pissing in a lawn and wiping myself with my bare hand and licking my hand clean. "God, how disgusting," I thought. Yet, somehow, I found my hand going to my freshly shaved pussy lips and brushing the moisture to my fingers. "Oh it's so sour and disgusting," I gasped, but thoroughly cleaned up the offending drops with my tongue. The pee left my mouth with a strong aftertaste. We were a mile down the well-lit boulevard when Sue broke the silence. "Baby, I made a mistake when I picked out your clothes. You need to change into the pair of cutoff shorts and the cutoff tee shirt in the duffle on the floor by your feet," Sue commanded. "But where can I change, we're here in the car," I noted. "Bitch, you take those clothes off now, because you are changing here in the car as we drive," Sue shouted. I froze. Can I do this? I turned scarlet. There was traffic and pedestrians and traffic lights. What if I were seen naked at a 60 second traffic light! As I thought about the humiliation I'd face changing in the car, my hands were mechanically fumbling to remove my blouse. My trembling hands slowly peeled the sheer blouse off exposing my naked breasts. I was well illuminated for a car full of students cruising for chicks as they stopped for a traffic light. I sighed deeply for more courage and continued by removing my skirt, tossing my clothes into the back seat. Sitting naked, I discovered that someone had turned the cutoffs and tee inside out. This would certainly prolong my exposure. After the light, Sue pulled into the drive through at a Dairy Queen. "My I help you," came a familiar voice from the speaker. "Yes, Max, this is Sue. I want a dab of 3 toppings each in a separate cup and a can of whipped cream," Sue spoke to the machine. "Come to the window please," Max's voice said. As Sue drove to the window, she told me, "Put the clothes on the floor. I want to introduce you to someone." "Sue I'm totally naked. We're in public. Oh Jesus, don't do this to me. Please, Sue, please, don't do this. I beg you. My heart is gonna stop. I'm gonna die for sure," I managed to quickly say before Sue came to a stop and introduced me to Max. "Max, this whore is Tina Hendricks. Turn and show Max your pretty breasts slut," Sue instructed. I was mortified that Max now knew my real name. My face was frozen by embarrassment, but I mechanically complied. After all, what else could I do? I began to shake. It was barely perceptible to Sue and Max, but I felt I was shaking to my core. This behavior flew in the face of 40 years of habit. It was 40 years of habit that filled my stomach with tension worthy of an ulcer. I think I must have stopped breathing. Max was Sue's good friend. "Damn Sue, she's one hell of a woman. How come she's naked," Max asked? "This is one hot nasty bitch Max, She's gonna melt some hearts tonight," Sue said. "She looks too hot to handle, better watch her close Sue," Max said as he handed Sue a sack. "Thanks Max," Sue said with a wink and the car moved from the window. Immediately, I began to look for the clothes I had dropped to the floor when I heard Sue say, "Leave those rags where they are. Inside the duffle in the backseat is a pocket containing a sun dress. Get it out, now!" I was beginning to get scared. I was naked in a car with a madwoman! I swung around and leaned way back to get the small duffle. As I did so, my naked ass was on display. I realized this and began to drip from my bald pussy lips. I felt so hot that I reached between my legs to stroke myself once, making sure my fingers felt the pussy juice dripping to the seat from my swollen lips, and passing my finger over my excited clit. I shuddered with goose bumps and sexual excitement. I was a 40-year old slut mooning the people of her town. My freshly shaven pussy lips were hot and puffy with my excitement. My little backdoor pucker was visible. Then I strained, pretending to reach out for the duffle that I already had, which widened my exposed ass crack to whomever was watching. I slowly returned to my seat and sat frozen as Sue turned into a strip center parking lot. Sue stopped under a parking lot streetlamp and ordered me out of the car to finish putting my dress on. I mechanically and obediently opened the door, got out and finished slipping the flimsy lightweight sundress over my trembling naked form. Two young men in their early twenties witnessed the scene. They got out of their jeep, staring at me the whole time it took them to enter the bar in the corner of the strip center. Sue and I followed them in. Sue led me to a table and ordered wine and water and some finger foods. I was parched from my emotional ordeal and downed both my wine and water as quick as I could. The finger food came and the drinks were refreshed. The two men that had witnessed me naked couldn't keep their eyes off me. Sue and I didn't say a thing to one another. "I have a toast," Sue says as our eyes meet and I get lost in her black pupils. I raised my wine glass and waited as Sue offered, "Here's to testing limits." I sighed an enormous sigh and timidly repeated the toast, "Here's to testing limits." Sue then took her glass of water and "accidentally" spilled her water down the front of my dress. My reaction was involuntary. I sucked in my breath and scooted my chair backwards. The breath attracted attention to me. The chair movement opened me to the widest possible scrutiny from the bar patrons watching this sexual toy on display for them. "Let's go, bitch," Sue commanded. I stood and the dress pulled tautly over my bare flesh displaying my form with great clarity. The sundress was transparent where the water was splashed on me. My breasts and tummy and even my freshly shaven and excited pussy lips were clearly visible. I noticed that everyone was staring at me and had pure lust in their eyes. In that moment, I finally experienced that elusive emotional corroboration that I was desperately seeking. My desirability was unquestionable, in this bar, at this moment in the eyes of the patrons as they lustfully gazed on my provocative form. Sue took me back to Barbara's and had me remove the wet dress. She took the toppings from Dairy Queen and asked me what flavor I liked. "Butterscotch," I answered. Sue removed her own clothes and placed some gooey butterscotch on her one of her own nipples. I leaned forward and licked until her teat was clean. Sue took some cherry goo and rubbed her own clit with it. Silently I nuzzled between Sue's thighs and licked my friend's clit clean. Finally, Sue took some chocolate and wiped her nasty asshole with it. I rolled her over and cleaned her there too. I was so grateful to Sue that I would have done anything that she asked of me. "Your turn baby," Sue finally got to say as butterscotch was applied to both of my swollen nipples. Sue cleaned cherry from my clit as I was rocked by an immense orgasm. Finally, she licked chocolate from my nasty ass until I had an orgasm with Sues tongue buried deep into my tight puckered hole. We just lay around for about 30 minutes when Sue asked, "Are you ready for another hour or so of photographing, hon?" "Yes, what did you have in mind next," I asked. "A few nudes and lingerie shots in the library," she said. The next hour went by very quickly. I was photographed by the grand piano in three different outfits and then s few nudes. I used a silk pajama top in one set, a silk teddy in another, and just a large cotton tee shirt in the last. Sue was very complimentary about my poses. "Tina, that's great. You are showing a confidence now that was lacking earlier in the day. It really makes a difference in your presentation. I think it makes you even sexier than before." "That creates a problem. Charles will be even more worried that he'll lose me." "Baby, have you any suggestions about how we might arrange a demonstration of your love for him?" "No, not really." "How about a photo session. In it, we have your husband, yourself, and his competition. We can get as sexual as we need to." "It sounds like a plan. I'll be back tomorrow with Charles. Can you arrange for some competition so quickly?" "I could find some tonight dear, if that's what you want." I left Sue and went home to Charles. "How did it go, babe?" Charles asked.