6 comments/ 27378 views/ 1 favorites Silken Seduction By: enigmalady Out of a fog, your head pounding and eyes burning, you open your eyes and find you are looking up at a decorative ceiling. The ceiling is a muted warm beige adorned with cherubic figures at each corner. Unconsciously, you think out loud "where on earth am I?". Trying to rise from the satin covered bed, you suddenly remember the previous night. It was a glorious wedding reception, but you quickly remember that the pounding in your head and the burning in your eyes is a direct result of too much champagne and too much dancing. Your niece Anna looked every bit the angel in her wedding gown. The sweet memories of your smiling niece and her handsome groom soon give way to the fact that you still have another day alone in a strange city before heading back home from the wedding. Figuring that these precious moments alone come only once in a while, you decide to savor the time away from your family and sample the amenities that the luxury hotel has to offer. After a savory afternoon at the hotel spa and a long luxurious soak in the hotel whirlpool, you head back to your room, content. Suddenly there is an urgent knocking at the door. You look through the peephole and see a young man, his face full of anguish. "Please open the door, I need your help" he begs, his words spiked by a distinct southern accent. You sense his urgency, take pity on him, and decide (against your better judgment) to take a chance and let him in. The young man practically falls into your room, breathing heavy, as though he'd just run a marathon. "Thanks" he manages to cough out. "I thought I'd never get away from them"....he adds. "Who? Is someone trying to hurt you?" you question, still not quite processing the sight in front of you. "I was being chased......" he started Staring into his sparkling green eyes, you recognize him. He's a famous rock star named Jake, one whom women, young and old, lust over. "By a group of your fans?" you ask. "Yeah...yeah" he said nodding. "Thanks for letting me in. I could have been a deranged rapist for all you knew" he laughed. "A rapist? You? I don't think so" you reply with a giggle. "I couldn't be that LUCKY" you think to yourself. The young man asks you if he could hang out in your room for awhile in order to catch his breath and throw the "fans" off his trail. You agree and the two of you sit on the couch in your room and start to chat. You order room service for the two of you, and then you begin to make your introductions as the two of you lead into small talk. As you chat, you can feel his warmth and genuinely sincerity in every question he asks, every answer he gives you. Before long, you both feel as though you've known each other for years. "Do you mind if I take off my shoes?" Jake asks abruptly. "No, that's fine" you respond, if not a little puzzled. He slips his shoes off, then slides a little closer to you on the couch. He loosens buttons of the striped long sleeve shirt he is wearing and rolls up the sleeves. You are surprised that he isn't wearing his customary white t-shirt underneath the striped shirt, but are also amused at the sight of his red chest hair. His smile is so infectious, his eyes so sparkling, you suddenly feel very lightheaded. His hand brushes against your knee. A chill runs up and down your spine. He gently cups your face with both hands and kisses you squarely on the lips. Somewhat surprised, you pull away quickly, but he pulls you back toward him and repeats the kiss, this time more intensely. He runs his hands through your hair, then his fingers trace the edge of your ear, then your cheek traveling down your neck and circling towards your breasts. You are so surprised by this turn of events, that now you are the one who can't catch her breath! Your shock is curtailed momentarily by a knock on the door. "The room service!" you suddenly remember. Jake quickly gets up and blocks your way to the door. He answers the call and pays the delivery boy. He takes the tray and sets it aside on a nearby table. He proceeds to pour two glasses of wine from the room service tray. Confused, you accept his offer of the wine, but you are perplexed as to how the wine got there, since you had not ordered it! "Must be a mix up in the room service order" you think to yourself naively. After taking a few sips, you begin to feel warm. Jake suggests that you both return to the couch. His eyes following your every move as you make your way to the couch and sit down. Jake sits next to you, your bodies touching. He leans in again. His kisses make you dizzy, his tongue darting in and out of your mouth, not even giving you time to breath. "Help...me...help.........me......" you utter breathlessly. "I'm helping you baby...." He moans in return. Jake's hand now roams underneath your sheer black blouse, searching for it's intended target. He easily finds your now rock hard nipple from under the thin material of your bra and his fingers expertly circle it until it protrudes like a rocket. "MMmm...." You hear him moan as he continues to play with your breast, still kissing you with hungry passion, his tongue exploring yours. His hand begins gently kneading the soft tissue of your breast. His lips then began a descent away from your hungry lips, alternately kissing and licking his way down your neck and onto your chest. Slowly he unbuttons your shirt and it smoothes it past your shoulders. He reaches down and caresses both of your breasts through your bra. He touches your nipples causing them to grow hard and push against the soft material of the bra. His hand slides under your skirt, over her your stomach and comes to rest on your garden. His hand cupping your mound, fingers seeking out the dampness coming through your panties. Your breathing becomes more rapid. "Jake....please...." you weakly cry. "Oh my, sweetie...say please again...." he breathes into your ear. "Beg me to stop....It turns me on..." he continues. "No...no....what....are.... you....doing..." you gasp. "I'm undressing you darlin'.." he replies, as he deftly removes your bra. Although you know you should try to make him stop, you can't. Your head feels like lead, your legs limp beneath you. You watch as he lowers his hungry mouth first to one nipple and then to the other. You feel his tongue toying with each nipple, causing them to harden once again. Your chest heaving, you run your fingers through his hair as he pleasures you with his lips and tongue. Little beads of sweat begin to build on your brow, and your secret garden is beginning to warm intensely. His hands slowly work their way down past your stomach, caressing the inside of your thighs and reaching down to softly rest on your mound once again. His fingers gently slip under your panties, toying with the outer reaches of your love canal. You squirm as the moisture between your legs begins to trickle. Just as you start to feel a powerful sensation building in your depths, Jake suddenly stops his maneuvers and stands before you. Your eyes now follow his every move, as he walks toward the table to refill his wine glass. Your breasts and mound practically cry out for his attentions once it has ceased. "Close your eyes" he orders. "What"? you blurt out, dizzy from the heat of the moment, dismayed at the request. "Why?" you question. "Just close your eyes" he says. You giggle lightly, then close your eyes in compliance with his request. Jake gently puts his hand in yours, and pulls you up to face him standing. "Keep your eyes closed" he continues. You do as he says, somewhat bewildered and a little afraid. The fear and bewilderment only lead to more sexual electricity. "Do you trust me?" he whispers into your ear, his lips so close that the heat of his breath is felt on your neck, his mouth now nibbling your ear lobes. "I.....I....don't know....I really don't know you all that well......." you foolishly reply. "Why not?" he breathes into your ear, kissing your cheek, and making a trial down your neck, then back up to your check and finally to your lips. "Why not what?".....you ask with uneven breaths. "Why don't you trust me?" he hisses into your ear. You start to open your eyes, unable to take it any longer. "I didn't say you could open your eyes" he snaps. His tone of voice alarms you for an instant. You close your eyes again. "I..I'm sorry," you blurt out feeling a bit embarrassed. "You need to trust me right now" he chides. "Keep your eyes closed, and don't open 'em until I tell you" he finishes. He kisses your lips and swirls his tongue in your mouth. The dizzy feeling returns and you swoon as you stand, eyes closed in front of him, your body aching for his attention, fearful of what may be required to ease that ache. Jake turns you around so that your back is facing him. He then pulls your hands behind you and ties a silk tie around your wrists. He gently turns you back around to face him. He is so close you can feel his breath on your face, the heat of his body radiating out toward yours. Touching you only with his lips, he kisses your neck and your lips. You stand before him, eyes closed as he kisses the nipples on your breasts. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you into an embrace. He moves his hips toward you, pressing into your body, letting you feel his firmness -- teasing, tempting you with the growing manhood under his slacks. His kisses return to your mouth and all you can feel is the pleasures his mouth and tongue offer you. Letting you go from his arms, Jake steps back slightly. Your senses reeling, Jake carefully unzips your skirt, letting it fall to the floor. He slides his hands down your backside as he peels the panties from your bottom. Your immediate reaction is to try to grab his hands to stop him. This is going too far, the violation too distressing. Your motions are futile as your hands are tied and all you can manage to do is writhe uncomfortably. Jake slowly makes a trail of kisses down your belly towards heavens gate. His hands massage the soft mounds of your bottom, then slip into the gates of your womanhood. He vigorously circles your sweet spot with his fingers, then returns to the insides of your thighs in small circles. His fingers take to roaming again and delicately explore your wetness. They find your love button and massage it in slow steady rhythm. You begin to loose balance, so intense are the sensations that he is creating in you. Jake wraps one arm around your back to hold you steady, while passionately kissing your mouth, tasting you with the hungry passion of a starved man. The hand on your love mound never leaving its post, you wriggle under his touch and you let out a soft moan. As you moan and gyrate your hips to meet the thrusts and swirls of his fingers, you squeal with pleasure. "Oh god...oh god..oh god" you moan, ashamed of the words leaving your lips. You hear him utter a small muffled laugh, imagining that he must have a devilish grin on his face watching you moan in pleasure, content in the knowledge that you are completely under his control. "You're all mine now...." he whispers into your ear......"You're almost there....." he adds. At that command, you loose all control as well as the count of the number of times that he expertly brings you to climax. Slowly he removes his fingers and stand behinds you, ready to replace them with his now raging hard manhood. With Jake standing behind you, his ever present hardness demanding your immediate attention as it grinds into the soft skin of you bare bottom, you feel as though you are floating in a cloud. His face is close to yours, his lips planting small soft kisses on your shoulder, the back of your neck and then back up to the side of your face. While he runs his hands gently up and down your sides, from the top of your shoulders, slowly down to touch the smooth curves of your waist and hips and back upwards again, you can feel his soft hair tickling the side of your neck and face as he leans in toward you to continue his assault on your senses as he places his lips on the crook of your neck. You feel his face stubble ever so slightly as he lifts his head slowly from your neck, brushing the side of your face. His breath releasing small enticing puffs against your now sensitive skin, his scent is intoxicating to you, the feeling of his body molded against yours is glorious. You can barely stand, your legs ready to collapse from under you. Jakes arms move to embrace you, his hands traveling to your front, cupping your breasts firmly. "You are soooo.....mine......" he whispers breathlessly into your ear, his face nearly buried in your neck. He voice reflects a tone of impish delight, making it evident that he is enjoying having you planted firmly in his grasp, while he is in total control of your bodily responses and resulting desires. Ooohh....my....g....g...g.." is all you can manage to whimper. "Does this make you feel good darlin.....?" he asks furtively, licking your ear lobe, and pressing his body into yours more vigorously. "I...I....I...." you try to respond to his inquiry, but the words escape you, you cannot respond in kind. "Shhh.....don't try to talk.." he whispers, his voice almost a faint echo. His fingers trace the outline of your lips, then press flatly on them in a gesture intended instruct you to stay silent. "The only sound I want to hear from you is the sound of your pleasure" he says evenly. Jake moves to place himself in front of you, facing you. The tip of his nose barely touching yours, his lips, ever so lightly skimming yours. "Open your eyes" he orders. You comply with his request, to be greeted and totally consumed by his smoldering eyes. Lost as you are in moment, he places the palms of his hands on your shoulders. "Follow me" he beckons and you move in small unsteady steps as he motions you toward the bed. His hands still on your shoulders, he pushes you down onto the bed. You fall backwards onto the bed, hands still tied behind you. "Please untie my hands" you plead weakly. "It's uncomfortable like this" you beg. "Not yet" comes Jake's reply. Before you can move, Jake is on top of you. You struggle against the silk tie binding your hands. It feels silky, slippery...you almost think you could slip out of it, but he has tied it so tight, that you can't. Jake then looks at you and smiles a wicked grin. Your heart begins racing. Although you have admired him from afar, this man is essentially a stranger to you! You have NO idea what he is going to do, and you are NAKED for goodness' sake! You try to buck him off with your hips, but feel like you are nailed to the bed. You realize you are totally helpless. Jake caresses your cheeks gently with the fingers of his other hand, saying "shhhhhhhhhhh, shhhhhhh....it gonna be ok"...and then...removes his hand. You feel like you need to take a breath to yell out when he puts a finger on your lips once again. Jake stirs his body to move it down onto your legs, and brings his head down close to your upper body. Suddenly you become aware of a tingling sensation on your breasts and realize he is sucking your nipples! You lie there, feeling very confused, apprehensive, not understanding what is happening to you. He suckles both breasts till your nipples become hard as pistons again. You are growing aware of your womanhood becoming very wet, despite yourself, despite your fear, despite your embarrassment and helpless state. Jake caresses your body, relishing every curve, murmuring words to you so low that you faintly hear his voice. Kissing and licking, tasting the salt from the perspiration formed of your fear, smelling the musk formulated of your lust, he makes his way down to your love canal. Jake removes his pants, as you glance at the long lean lines beneath you (you thought it was strange when he asked to remove his shoes....now it seems to make sense). In order to continue what he is doing, he has to lift and sort of bend your legs (giving him access to your now wet and dripping garden). He places his hands inside the perimeter of your outer reaches. You try to thrust and wiggle to make him stop, but he is relentless. Yet another plan of attack backfires! All you can do is lie there, although this man seems very adept at pleasuring you. Despite yourself, you moan for the job he is doing on you. Jake kisses you like a hungry man who cannot be satisfied with ordinary food. You feel him stroking your rosebud so hard, his fingers pumping into you, and you grow so hot...not understanding why he would do this to you, bind you, but then not hurt you. You am so turned on though, your brain is mush and you cannot analyze it too closely. You are zoned on the hot, sweet, wet part of your body, being ravaged so well and coming closer and closer to climax. After what seems like long time of bringing you to the brink, over and over again, Jake pulls his hand from between your legs. Gently kissing your face, lips, forehead and tip of your nose, he runs his hands through your hair, smoothing back the strands that have fallen onto your face. "I bet you feel soooo good baby....I wanna feel you devour me with your warm wet love canal....." he coos into your ear, his breathing rapid , and hot against your skin. Your helpless eyes meet his. His smoldering eyes now even more hypnotic than before. "No, I'm.... not.... ready... can't ......." you stammer, each breath shorter than the next. "Oh, I think you're ready.....you can handle it....you NEED me to take care of your itch" he smoothly shoots back. "you're so wet and hot for me, your body betrays you..." he says as he kisses your lips, following the edges of them with his tongue, then thrusting it deeply into your mouth. Your moans embarrass you more, each time he kisses you, his passion so strong that you feel as though nothing else exists but you, Jake and this moment. "What are you thinking?" he murmurs into your ear. "I....I...." is all you can manage. "You know there are some things you just can't hide....." he presses. "What an epiphany!!!!" you think to yourself!!! Jake reaches underneath you, flipping you to the side in order to untie your hands. Your arms swing up to his neck to embrace him firmly, hands roving up and down his back, in a mad maze of patterns. Your legs shift upwards to grasp his hips and pull his body completely into you. He grinds his hips and crotch into yours. "Oh god, no...Oh Jake....oh Jake." you whimper oblivious to anything other than his touch, lips and the heat radiating from his now throbbing manhood. You try stop yourself from enjoying the intense feelings of pleasure he is bringing you. You cease your moans by burying your face in the side of his neck, so fearful are you of what may transpire if you continue. "Don't stop now" he mumbles. "It was starting to get interesting" he continues. "Your will is not your own....you're in too deep....another kiss and you're all mine......" he hisses into your ear. Your heart pounds as you realize he is right. "No...no...no.." you pant as your voice becomes weaker and weaker. You devour his lips, mouth and tongue, then pull back once again. "I can't......do...this ...it's......" Jake smirks as he runs his hand down the inside of your soft thigh, your skin so responsive to his touch. His fingers continue their descent toward your now throbbing love button. Taking your rosebud between his thumb and forefinger he gently brings you up and over the mountain once again. You continue your frail protests, between bursts of pleasure as you come off of the edge. You are so overwhelmed, you feel on the verge of tears. Silken Seductions - Step 01 It was one of those days at work. Nothing was going right and I was getting a headache. I slipped out a half-hour early and headed home for aspirin and a hot shower. I was surprised to see my husband's car in the driveway so I thought I'd surprise him and get him in the shower with me. I stripped down to just my panties while still down stairs and padded quietly up to our bedroom. When I opened the door, I saw my husband sitting on out bed masturbating with a pair of my silk panties. His eyes were closed so be didn't see me right away. When he did see me, he tried to hide the panties. Men masturbate. It's no big secret, but I couldn't help teasing him a bit. "If you like those so much, why don't you try them on and see how they feel that way?" I said "Er, they do feel good but I'm not a crossdresser." He replied, gaining some of his composure back. "I know you're not gay." I said and I just stood there. "Put them on if you want." "You don't think its weird?" He asked. "No. It's not weird. If you want to try, go ahead. I'd like to see what you look like. They're stretchy enough." I said. My husband just sat there. I guess he was trying to make up his mind. I just stood there, watching. After a minute or two he slowly got his feet into the thin briefs and stood up. I watched as he pulled the panties up his legs and got them on. They were tight on him and his cock pressed against the material. Judging by his still growing erection, he was enjoying wearing my panties. He doesn't have the biggest cock that I've ever seen, or enjoyed for that matter, but stuffed into my panties it sure looked good to me. I really didn't think much further until later that night. For some reason, I forgot about my headache. I stepped up to my husband and lifted my head so he could kiss me. I put my hands on his hips and pulled him close. I could feel his hard cock on my belly. I got a hand between us and started rubbing his cock. I finally stepped back a step or two. "You rub it for me." I purred. Without hesitation he did just that. I held up one finger and he understood. He teased his cock with just his index finger, rubbing up and down his straining shaft. There was already a wet spot growing on the soft silky panties. I let him rub himself for a moment before I knelt down in front of him. I purposely pulled the waistband of the panties down very slowly until his cock was free and in my mouth. I enjoy giving blowjobs. No. It's more than that There is just something about having a cock in my mouth that totally excites me. It just seems...right. I'm a cocksucker. Everything considered it didn't take long before my mouth was filled with hot, sticky, and delicious cum. I stood up and let my husband see me swallow the mouthful of his cum and lick my lips. "So. I asked. "Do you like wearing my panties?" "Yes." He said. Very softly and almost in a whisper. "Yes." I did get my shower, and my husband did share it with me. In bed that night my husband was very affectionate. I got to sleep with that evening on my mind. I don't know why, or I didn't that night, but seeing my husband wearing my panties was almost overwhelmingly erotic. I found myself picturing him in my mind, standing there with his cock bulging the front of my panties, several times the next day at work. I confess that by the time I got home that night, I needed to change my own panties. When my husband got home, I practically raped him in the living room. Not that he minded. I couldn't wait to get him inside me. He always wears a condom, or at least he did, but we didn't have any and I was in no mood to wait. I wanted to be fucked. I remembered having a flashback of my husband standing in our bedroom wearing my panties. I had that image in my mind when he got his cock into my soaking wet pussy. No kissing, no foreplay, no sexy conversation, just hot animal fucking. He slipped all the way in with one hard thrust and started pumping. Right on the floor. Curtains still open. I didn't care if anyone could see us. I was panting and moaning, pushing back with my hips every time my husband shoved his cock deep into my hole. I think we both came at the same time. I think I screamed. I don't remember feeling him squirting, but he pumped my pussy full of hot, sticky cum. I did feel some of it leak out and dribble down my ass. Looking back, I think that was the first time, lying in bed that night, that I decided to see how far we were both willing to go with him wearing panties. The next day I took the afternoon off and went shopping. My thought was to surprise my husband with something more his size. I was nervous, wondering if I was going too far. I decided to buy just one thing. I found a pair of dark pink nylon briefs, practically see thru, with black lace trim around the waist and leg openings. I had the store put them in a small box with ribbon and a bow. And I crossed my fingers. I kept that little box hidden in my closet for three days. In the meantime I left a couple pair of my own panties on top of my dresser instead of in the drawer. I know my husband didn't use them, but I could tell they were moved. I finally made up my mind. The next Friday night, I went upstairs early and put on a sexy pair of panties and match bra. When my husband came up I was sitting on our bed. "Have you thought any more about wearing my panties?" I asked, trying to sound casual. "Actually, I have." He said. "That was kind of kinky, but I did enjoy it." "Good. I was hoping you did. I have a present for you." I said, and I got the small package from my closet. I watched carefully as he opened the box and I think I held my breath. "You looked so cute the other day I thought you might like these." I said "You're kidding. These are for me?" He said very quietly. "If I made a mistake I can always return them. But you said that you liked wearing mine." I said. "I don't know what to say. Are you sure you don't think I'm queer or something?" He said grinning. "I know you're not queer. Put them on." I said encouragingly. I was happy to see that he didn't need any more urging. He got undressed quickly and stepped into the panties. His cock was already hard. I think I was as excited as he was. My pussy was wet and my nipples were hard and stiff. "You look great." I said. "Very sexy." It didn't take long after that that I was flat on my back in bed. My husband started licking and sucking my pussy. He didn't even bother to take off my panties or his own. Yes, my husband now had his own panties. I managed to wiggle my body around into a sixty-nine position. I tugged down the waistband of his panties enough to get at his cock. We sucked each other into cumming. Much later, snuggling together, I told him that he really did look cute. "So I guess you like my present." I said. Next thing I know you'll want to shave your legs." I said kiddingly. "Sure. Anything you want." He replied. He was almost asleep when he said that so I wasn't quite sure how to take his answer. But somehow I knew that I'd find out. The next morning I found my husbands new panties folded neatly on top of his dresser. He was in the shower. When he came back into the bedroom, I was kneeling on the floor with my mouth open. He just smiled and walked up to me. He needed no urging. He guided his cock into my mouth. Like I said before, I'm a cocksucker. I love having my husbands cock in my mouth. And if I do say so, I'm very good. His cock is smooth not veiny like some, I took him in slowly until I had most of his seven inches down my throat. And I started sucking. I heard him moan once or twice before I started bobbing my head. When he came, I felt his entire body shudder and he pumped three or four loads of cum down my throat. I kept his cock in my mouth until I felt it go limp. "My God you've got a great mouth." He said. "I was thinking about last night. You looked to hot in those panties." I said. "I'm glad you thought so. They sure got me going." He said. "Maybe I'll have to get you some other sexy things." I added. "Whatever you want." He said "I love the way those panties felt." We left it at that, got dressed and went out to breakfast. Sitting in the restaurant, I leaned close so I couldn't be overheard. "Did you think about wearing your new panties under your jeans?" I asked. "No." He said, and he blushed a little. "You can if you want to. I certainly think it would be cool and no one would ever find out." I said. "The bedroom is one thing, but..." He whispered. "But what?" I asked. "It just seems a little gay that's all." He said. "Well its up to you, but I think it would be sexy." I added. We finished breakfast and got back in the car. While we were driving I kept looking down at his lap. "What are you doing?" He asked. "Just trying to picture driving wearing nothing but your new panties." I said. I slipped a hind under my skirt and started rubbing my own panties. My husband saw what I was doing. By the time we got back home. I had myself worked up pretty good. We pulled into the garage and closed the door. Together we got my panties off and I pulled up my skirt. We both started playing with my pussy. Our fingers wet with my juices. My husband pinched my clitty with his fingernails and that's all it took. I started to scream but my husband covered my mouth with his. We spent the next hour making out in the car. "Wow. You really got yourself worked up." He said. "I think you like this panty thing more than I do. Not that I'm complaining." He said. "Just my imagination working overtime." I said. "And just what were you imagining?" He asked, a wicked little grin on his face. "Its way too crazy." I said. "Come on, tell me." He said. I crossed my fingers and took a deep breath. I told him that I had a vision of him in panties. But also with a bra and stockings. "See. I told you it was crazy." I said. "Please don't be mad." "I'm not mad, but it is crazy." He said. He sat there for a couple of minutes without saying anything. We finally went into the house. We didn't talk about panties or sex or anything like that the rest of the day, or most of the following week. At night I would move close to him and cuddle. He would hold me for a while and then roll over and go to sleep. Oh we talked during diner and in the evening, but not about panties. I convinced myself that I had pushed too hard and maybe pushed my husband away. "Yes." He said one night while we were watching TV. "Yes what?" I asked. At that moment I had no idea what he was talking about "I've been doing a lot of thinking." He said quietly. "I want to try." I just stared at him. Still not sure what he was talking about. He explained that he had been reading about crossdressing and even looked at a few Internet sites. He started telling me the differences between trans-this and trans-that, and to me it got confusing real quick. I held up my hand to stop him. "Just tell me in plain English." I said. "Believe me. I've been thinking about this all week. I know I'm not gay. I have no interest in other guys. None." He said. "But I all week I kept thinking about those panties you gave me. Ever time I did, I got an erection, even at work. Plus we had a few pretty exciting times." "So?" I said. "So. I want to try a little more. If it's ok with you, like you said in the car, maybe a bra and stocking." He said, so softly I almost didn't hear him. "I even thought about what it would be like wearing those things under my regular clothes. I think I have a permanent hardon." "It's ok with me. I think it's hot and sexy. Now let's go upstairs and I'll take care of that hardon." I said. That night my husband used me like a fuck toy. Him on top, me on top, doggie style, and even standing in the shower. We slept, woke up and fucked some more. I was beginning to think his hardon was permanent. Silken Seductions - Step 02 By Evie Lyn Zasse and Adam Zasse The night my husband confessed that he wanted to try wearing more than panties was long and filled with passion. All he wanted to do was get inside me. We didn't get a lot of sleep and just speaking for myself, I was a little sore for a few days. On Monday my husband went off to work and I did a little research on a few web sites, looking for things in my husband's size. It wasn't as easy as I thought it would be. I decided that we needed to talk more. Sitting in the living room after dinner I asked him if he had changed his mind at all. "No. As long as you don't think this is too weird, I'd at least like to try." He said. "I don't think it's weird at all. Besides, if wearing a few frillies gets you worked up like the other day, its very pleasurable for me too." I answered, smiling. "So, now what?" He asked, grinning like a little devil. "I think first you need to choose a color. Then we can start mixing and matching. I like pink, but they're going to be your things." I said. "Pink is for girls, I think I'd prefer blue if that's ok." I said. "Blue it is. I did some checking on the computer, but I think the best way to go is for us to go shopping. We can look at things like they were for me and you can let me know what you like. I can go back alone later and get everything so you won't be embarrassed." I said. "That sounds ok." He said. "I do have one suggestion though that you can do ahead of time." I offered. "What would that be?" He asked. "Don't take this the wrong way, but you will look much cuter and feel much sexier without so much body hair." I said. "You're right. I have thought about that. I'll take care of it. When can we go shopping?" He asked. "You're not too anxious are you?" I asked, teasing him a bit. "No. Not at all." He said. But he lowered his eyes and I think he blushed a little. We went to the mall the next evening, stopping in several stores and shops. My husband followed me around, nervous just to be in the lingerie section. I had to guess at a few sizes but we managed to pick out things that matched or at least came close. My husband went back to wait in the car and I went back to get the things we picked out. Once we got back home, I put everything in my closet. I told my husband that we would wait until the weekend to get him dressed up. Besides, he needed time to shave. I know he was disappointed, but I also knew that waiting a few days would give him time to think and be sure. And the anticipation certainly couldn't hurt. By the time Friday evening rolled around, I think I was almost as excited as my husband. We went up to bed early and while my husband watched, I opened all of his packages and arranged everything on our bed. We had quite a collection. One light blue padded bra with lace around the cups. One medium blue lacy garterbelt with tiny black bows on the straps. One pair of light blue sheer bikini panties with delicate white lace trim. One pair of dark blue panty briefs with black lace trim. And two pair of thigh hi stockings, one light blue and one medium blue. My husband just stood there with his mouth hanging open. Sure he saw everything in the stores, but seeing it all laid out on the bed was a little different. They were his now. This was really happening. "Well. Get undressed." I said. When my husband took off his clothes I just stared. I've seen him naked, you might say I'm pretty intimate with his body. But I felt like I was seeing a different man. Except for the hair on his head, he was totally hairless. He shaved everything. He shaved armpits, chest, cock and balls and his legs. He even shaved the mustache he had been trying to grow. He just stood there. I'm sure he saw me smiling. I watched as his cock started to get hard. I never really paid attention to that before. It just sort of grew. I kept watching as it got stiffer and stiffer. Probably just my imagination, or the lack of hair, but I swear he looked bigger. I noticed a drop of glistening precum on the tip. "Oh honey. I can't let you try on your new things like that." I said. "You'll get your new panties all wet better let me help." For those that haven't read Silken Seductions -- Step 1, I am a cocksucker. I love getting my husband's cock in my mouth. The texture and the taste turn me on. And, when he cums, I'm in heaven. I knelt down and he stepped up to me. He took hold of his cock and slipped it into my mouth. I heard him moan as my lips closed around his cockhead. I washed the head with my tongue, savoring the taste of his precum. I slowly took more and more of his length into my mouth and throat. When I started moving my head up and down his shaft and started sucking, I heard him moan again. I felt his hands on my head. He normally doesn't do that. He started moving his hips, literally fucking my mouth. He usually lasts a while, which is good for me when we're making love, but that evening it didn't take long before he was shooting a load of hot cum into my mouth. I'm afraid I couldn't help myself, I do like cum. I took a second or two to swirl his delicious deposit around before I swallowed. Evidently my blowjob felt pretty good to my husband too. He had to sit on the edge of the bed for a couple of minutes before he went into the bathroom to freshen up. "I like you without hair." I said. "And, before you ask, no, it's not weird." "Now." I said. "If you've calmed down, wanna try on your new things?" "Ok." Was all he said. But he was obviously excited. And so was I. "Garterbelt first." I said as I helped him get his legs into the belt. He pulled the lacy garterbelt up to his hips. I moved behind him and pulled it higher up to his waist. I tied up the laces, snugging it up. The elastic had enough stretch to make it a comfortable fit. I showed him how to put on the stockings and helped with the first one, and got it clipped to the garter straps. I watched as he put on the other stocking. He fumbled a bit but finally got it smoothed down and clipped to the garter straps. Next the pair of dark blue panties and the bra which I adjusted for him. When we were done he stood up and looked at himself in my dresser mirror. He ran his hands over his ass and thighs feeling the nylon move under his fingers. He lifted his hands to cup his bra as if it really covered breasts. I watched him squeeze the padded cups and made a mental note to find something to fill them so they would feel more natural. "Well. How does it feel to be all dressed up? How do you feel?" I asked. My husband didn't answer for several minutes. He stepped over to wear I was standing and put his hands on each side of my face and kissed me gently. "Thank you." He said. "Thank you for letting me try this and not laughing at me. My things feel wonderful, and I feel wonderful." He stepped back and slowly slipped off his panties. His cock was already getting stiff again. He took his panties and the other things from the bed and put them carefully on his dresser. He climbed onto the bed. It was all the invitation I needed. I stripped off my clothes, flipped off the light and joined him. He started kissing me, gentle at first then more demanding and passionate. He fondled my breasts and pinched my nipples, which made me start to moan. He moved lower and got his mouth on my nipples. He sucked and teased them while his hand moved down across my tummy and onto my pussy. I felt his fingers push between my pussy lips until he found my clitty. He had me squirming and panting. And then he moved lower and buried his face between my legs. He sucked on my clitty, now swollen and stiff like a tiny cock. He nipped it with his teeth, which started my orgasm. I could feel it building. By then I was begging him to fuck me. He was like an animal. He usually takes his time, but not that night. I helped him get started and he jammed his cock into me, hard and fast. He didn't bother with a condom and I was past caring. God he felt good. But feeling the smooth nylon of his stocking rubbing against me was so damn erotic. How he managed to hold off as long as he did, I'll never know. He pumped and pumped. By the time he unloaded, I was gasping for breath.. I think I came at least twice. When he was done, he didn't pull out right away. He kissed me again. Little kisses on my lips, my cheeks and my neck. He kissed my breasts, my tummy, my pussy mound and the inside of my thighs. In the dim light of the moon shining through the window, I saw him smile. From that night on, he smiled a lot. "Thank you." He said again, very softly. I fell asleep thinking about what had changed in just a few days, and what changes were in the future. And I smiled too.