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Good or Bad Ch. 01

By: Tomsparty



Chapter 1 – Ready to Play?

It starts innocently enough - your young wife sits beside you, wearing a stunning a-line dress, her long legs curled under her. As normal at this time of night she's painting her beautifully manicured nails a luscious colour. Tonight it's plum. Yet this time she has a huge grin on her face. You pretend to read as she strokes the varnish expertly on every nail - you love the smell, you love your wife and the sign of femininity that the varnish represents.

She notices your fascination.

'If you've been a good girl, darling I'll paint your fingernails too, hmm?'

Your steadily stiffening cock springs to attention. You laugh dismissively but find yourself muttering 'Yes... I've been a good girl.'

She smirks knowingly. 'Oh! I'm not so sure,' she says applying a final coat to her little fingernail. 'Good or bad, that's my ultimate decision?'

You grin, familiar with her sexy games. But when she asks you to stand and unbutton your shirt even you're surprised. She watches intently as you strip, waving her fingers for the polish to dry. Soon she's up and her fingers are wrestling with your belt. She seems to be gagging for it and you don't complain when your trousers are lying crumpled on the floor and you're dressed in only your briefs.

'Oh! Darling, your skin is so soft and smooth, your legs are so long and slender.' she rubs her hands over your body and you want to ravage her but she keeps you at bay. 

'Your midriff is so taut and firm but not in a manly six-pack way. Your arse is so squidgy. Oh! You're getting better,' she says as you kick-off your shoes and pull off your socks, 'You've the making of a good girl.' 

You smirk to yourself knowing sex will soon follow but to your dismay as you massage your rock hard cock she skips out of the room on the pretence of getting a new nail polish.

You needn't worry, or should you? She's soon back brandishing a bright pink bottle of nail varnish in one hand while the other hand is behind her concealing something. She grins like a schoolgirl and drops a small plastic carrier bag on the sofa. 

'I've always thought pink more your colour.' 

You don't have time to comment as to your surprise like a flash she delves into the bag pulls out a bra and guides your slim arms into it.

You open your mouth to object but she's already slipping the spaghetti straps over your shoulder, spinning you round to fasten the clasp behind you.

'But, but...' you stammer, 'hold on.'

But she's a woman with a mission and she's not listening to you.

'Oh darling, I know you like nail varnish and I've never painted your nails before but... I've always wanted to dress you in my lingerie.' She smiles warmly and a bright flash of her white teeth seems to make everything ok. You relax slightly and feel more comfortable. But hold on... this isn't her bra. For a start it fit's like a glove and you've never seen her wear such a sexy bra adorned with ribbon and lace before. 

'I bought this ages ago,' she chuckles, 'waiting for this moment.' 

'My goodness,' you say your heart beginning to pound furiously. Something strange is happening to me here. I don't like this. I don't like this one tiny bit...'

Just then, as you look at your feminised chest in the mirror, there came a roar of laughter so mighty the ground trembled. 

'Stop it,' you cry but she can't stop and she continues to laugh as she stuffs your cups to an impressive DD.

But you don't complain. You like the attention and your body tingles with anticipation. How far will she go? What has she planned? You soon find out as she drops a soft silky slip over your head. Again it's larger than hers, fitting you perfectly and it cascades over your body like single cream poured over strawberries down your shoulders and breasts. It hangs beautifully coming to a halt, swinging like a pendulum just above your knees.

'Love the lace trim,' you say sarcastically. 'It's really fetching.'

You blush.

'Oh darling!' she says in an amazing voice. Sort of dark and dirty. She calls your name making it sound like soft porn. 'You do look so pretty. I knew you would - this is quality merchandise.'

You snort dismissively but strangely your heart starts to pound and you feel faint. You can't get any words out of your mouth.

'Dresses and skirts are so you, darling, and this saucy slip is a perfect introduction; its short, feminine and easy to slip out of.' She giggles like a schoolgirl her hands griping your bum as if fearful to let go. She gives it a squeeze then drops to her knees sliding her hands down your smooth thighs. Your quiver uncontrollably but as she reaches your knee she springs back up like a yo-yo but this time her hands slid smoothly up under your slip. You gasp and smile to yourself as she does the things that you normally do to her. 

'Mmm!' you groan as her inquisitive hands explore your cock that's so hard it threatens to burst through your briefs.

'Wonderful, wonderful,' she says in that blue-velvet voice. 'Mmm! You are good' She hooks a delicate, finely manicured fingernail under the elastic of your briefs and yanks them downwards. You panic momentarily and feel as if your brain has turned to champagne bubbles. She lets them fall to the ground and you step eagerly out. You're ready for sex but as you grab her to pull her close she pushes you away.

'No, no, no, darling we're not done yet.' She dwells back into the bag and holds out a tiny pair of snowy white panties staring you in the eye. The panties are incredibly sexy with lace scalloping, satin ribbons and peek-a-boo froufrou. You stare at them open mouthed but know what's expected.

'Come on darling lets get these on your sexy butt. She stretches them open invitingly. 'Don't disappoint me?' 

At this point you could object, yes you could refuse but like a thirsty horse led to water you step in to them wantonly. You hold your breath as you balance yourself using her shoulders and lift each leg slowly into the panties. You're awash with a strange series of emotions. It's a first - you don't know what to expect but with the bra and slip already on, wearing the pretty panties seem the most natural thing to do. They're deliciously cool and silky and as she slides them up your legs your little cock spasms enthusiastically. You try to hide your growing pleasure but it's futile. She pulls the skimpy material over your shapely hips and allows them to encase your cock tightly. But they feel so strange. Rather than cradle your assets like your normal briefs they cling on like lichen to a boulder. 

'Mmm!' you gasp and as a finale she hoikes them a little higher than required then she drops your slip back down. As the silk cascades over your legs you lose control and whoosh! You eject your hot, creamy load into your new pretty white panties. 'Oh! Hmm! sorry.' You gasp filling your gusset and giggle girlishly.

Nothing escapes your wife. 

'Oh! Darling you are now a naughty girl. Dressing in these pretty girly things is obviously turning you on far more than you've led me to believe and I'm not sure what to think.' She smiles with delight but you're embarrassed. What man wouldn't? It's one thing to dress in women's clothes as harmless kinky fun but its a total different ball game to get so much obvious pleasure. 

She looks at you thoughtfully as if studying a painting in an art gallery. 'You force me to make a difficult choice - Do I like a man who looks good in dresses or do I prefer an attractive hunk. Hmm! Let me see.' She cocks her head to one side and puts a finger to her lips as if in deep thought. 

You're speechless. But as you stand bare footed the silky slip swirling around you like a dress a warm strangle sensation judders through you. What is this drug like feeling? Why do you feel so different? How can a few items of clothes change your whole persona? You want to be soothed, you want to be complemented, seduced, covered with kisses, handled gently, wrapped in her arms, carried up stairs to bed and then the inevitable. Cripes - What's happening to you? You feel your testosterone drawn from you as if giving a syringed blood sample yet rather than be repulsed you feel deliriously happy. 

What follows next is equally thrilling as from the little bag she pulls a pair of cream silk stockings, a lacy suspender belt and cream, patent leather, high heeled shoes. You'd never seen shoes with such skyscraper heels – and more alarmingly you want to put them on. Your heart beats faster and your head begins to whirl as if intoxicated with alcohol. You stand completely bewildered. There's so much to take in.

'Come on darling!' she shouts impatiently. 'You're doing so well lets dress those pretty legs? They deserve some attention.' 

Soon the sheer stockings are beautifully smooth and straight on your legs, the suspender belt tight and secure around your tiny waist and its minuscule clips pull on your lacy stocking tops. She even fed the delicate suspender straps under your panties just like a girls. You begin to panic. She seems to be taking this very seriously. It all seems so intense way beyond your normal kinky games. 

'I'm not wearing them,' you say pointing to the shoes she holds in her hand.

'Oh! Darling, Not wear these pretty shoes?' she says. She takes your arm in disbelief. 'Notice how the towering heels have been made to accentuate your shapely ankles, lengthen your whole leg - and how the soft leather has been crafted to cradle your foot and attract admiring glances wherever you may step.' She took a shoe, chuckles and offered it towards your foot. 'Both in its workmanship and design,' she announced, 'they're a triumph!'

'They're girl's shoes,' you say flatly smelling the leather as she handles them in front of you.

'How astute you are,' she says brightly. 'Indeed the shoes are for long legged, pretty ladies - for those who want to show off all their attributes. Like yourself.'

'But...' you protest.

'Trust me, Darling,' she interrupts. 'I know you've got great shapely legs, but I could not in all conscience allow my darling to set forth transformed without a pair of shoes with such impressive heels.'

She gestures you to sit and like Cinderella in that famous fairy tale she guides your stocking covered toe into the shoe. 'If the slipper fits you shall go to the ball,' she chimes.

The shoes do fit. To be honest they pinch a little and the towering heels throw you awkwardly off balance but your in awe and secretly, despite all your misgivings - love them. 

'Oh! Darling,' she gasps raising her hands to her mouth, 'the moment you walk into a room, heads will swivel and the guys will flutter around you like flies. I don't know what it is - those shoes, your long willowy legs, firm pert tits, tiny waist or wide womanly hips, you girl - you've got it in spades.' 

You blush as she walks around you obviously pleased with your feminisation and positive reaction. You shrug and play along with the charade rubbing your hands over your silky body, pulling the slip upwards so she catches a glimpse of lace stocking top and heavens - a tantalising glimpse of pantie. 

'I'm not sure if I want to be a good girl, I want to be a bad girl.' you say in the highest pitched voice you can muster.

'Oh! Darling yes. I'd like it too but I'm sorry to say you're a very good girl, come and sit on the sofa while I paint your pretty nails - I did promise. Perhaps we can be bad together later.'

Eagerly you sit as she directs, careful to cross your legs to avoid flashing your cum stained panties.

You love the swish of nylon as your legs rub together and the sensation of slip gliding against pantie, glazing over your baby smooth skin is heavenly and you squirm secretively revelling in the unfamiliar sensations. But more is to follow - She's not content to just paint your nails but insists on cementing a set of long, ridiculously impractical false nails before painting them. Something else is strange - she talks to you differently. She talks, no purrs to you in a slow sexy drawl. But it's not just the way she talks - it's what she says. You slide deliciously on your arse and squeeze your nylon coated legs together as your firm cock threatens to explode once more.

'I've got more balls than you darling.' she says, 'I'm seeing a new you and it's doing something to me that's driving me crazy. Give me a good reason why I shouldn't keep you in panties - at home, for work, whenever, forever. I want to see your cute arse in sauce-pot scanties: Agent Provocateur chiffon ones with a zebra motif and trailing ribbons; plush purple velvet ones by La Perla, with darling covered buttons; gaudy silk ones from Pucci, in a heady swirl of ice-cream colours.' She sniggers picturing you in her desires, 'I'll throw away your sensible male briefs and boxers and fill your underwear draw with sexy cami-knickers, lace shorts, mini briefs, figure hugging hipsters and g-back briefs. Sexy but almost entirely useless.' She closes her eyes momentarily, flutters her long lashes, licks her pouting lips and rubs her breasts in a manner you've never seen before. 'Pink, cream, aqua, red, camel, nude or even black I don't care what as long as they're frilly, fiddly and feminine and are firmly on your dear little peach of a posterior.' She slaps your bottom with her hand and laughs. 'You bet I'd follow fashion and ensure all your jeans hang low, that's right, off the hip so boys and girls can see your preference for girlish sexy undies.' She giggles and lets her hands rub down her body glancing over her own lacy panties, pausing over her groin pressing with her inquisitive fingers. 'Mmm!' she moans, 'You're really turning me on. I'm so hot. Does this mean I swing both ways? Am I a lesbo? Perhaps I need some girl-on-girl action?' She laughs but for the first time this evening you're not sure if she's joking.

With your nails done she turns her attention to your face, applying cool foundation, lashings of mascara, eyeshadow and a pink lipstick topped with a sexy wet look gloss. 

'I should book you into my beauty saloon for some treatments - they like a challenge. Susie could sort you out with a new hair style, manicure, a pedicure, brow tidy and a full facial. There's nothing we girls like more than a gleaming head of hair and beautiful skin to fill us with confidence.' she chuckles to herself and for a moment your there. With sexy Susie in her swanky, Knightsbridge salon dressed in a stunning, incredibly short, white mini dress and fuck me heels. You're lounging on a leather recliner, legs outstretched, like M'lady as Susie paints your nails and her able assistants preen you to perfection paying special attention to your feet, hair and face. It's heaven.

Of course you consider objecting but you're enjoying the attention - everything seems so comfortable, having make-up applied to your face seems the most natural thing in the world.

'

'The foundation is a super sleek, non-greasy veil of colour that doesn't clog pores. The eyeshadow doesn't slip off and this gorgeous mascara leaves every lash gently curled. You'll look a beauty with this on.'

When she's finished you flutter your long nails, bat your eyelids and purse your lips to kiss her but she doesn't reciprocate. She seems to have lost interest. You begin to feel duped and rather foolish as she dabs your neck and wrists with a sweet smelling floral perfume that epitomises everything in a lady. 

You swallow hard. 'I'm feeling stupid and a bit nervous,' you admit quietly.

'Darling, darling, darling,' she says as if talking to a young child. 'We aren't nervous, are we? You've no reason - you look beautiful. Of course we remember we've got our cream stockings. Ooh, pretty stockings! We've got our high heels. Towering, towering heels! We've got our lacy panties. Mmm, pretty lacy, lacy panties! All you've got to do now is show me who's a girl. Who's the girl, darling? Who's the girl?'

'I'm the girl,' you say uncertainly. 'I'm the girl.'

She smiles triumphantly and rewards you by slipping a pink multi-strand bracelet on your slender wrist, a pink flower choker round your neck and a pink rose corsage in your long hair. 

''Don't you think I look ridiculous enough as it is?'

'Shut up, darling. What do you know? Leave this to me I know I'll say when to stop. These clothes are just one facet of being a girl... I mean the game,' she corrects herself. 'It's a state of mind. I need to knock off those ugly masculine edges and I'll do what it takes.'

'Can't you love me the way I am?' you say

'Hmm!' she purrs

You smile coyly and try to look as dismissive as possible. 'I'm all girl,' you say, 'I feel so sexy and feminine.' 

She sniggers devilishly 'Good girl,' she says taping your arse with approval in a patronising way. 'Now you look so pretty and you're the girl I want you to do something for me.'

What does she want you to do? Can you guess? You decide.

To be continued...

Good or Bad Ch. 02



Chapter 2 – It's all in game

Your cocks rock hard, your wife's dressed you in her lacy panties, sumptuous stockings, killer heels and a sexy slip most girls would die for –but its all in the game ... isn't it? Now – read on

At last - sex! Your heart beats faster and your hands begin to sweat. You've never worked so hard for a fuck in your life.

'Let's see what would make my day.' she purrs softly, 'Hmm!' she looks around the room. 'Oh darling Wearing these gorgeous thing makes you look very domesticated so... We really must...'

You look at her bemused and squirm awkwardly in your slip.

'Let's start with some housework.' 

'Housework,' you repeat obviously disappointed. 'I can't do anything dressed like this,' you wail.

She's not happy. 'I don't see why not. You expect me too. Fetch a duster and the Hoover I want to see you clean the lounge till its spotless.

You sigh again, 'can't you think of anything more saucy I want to make love not do housework.'

She laughs 'Patience my pretty. Everything comes to she who waits. But first I want you to change the bed and make us both some supper.' She slips off her own dress, stretches out on the sofa and reaches for a box of chocolates. 'And I want you to run me a luxurious bubble bath with sensual oil, aromatic candles and a glass of Chardonnay.' she giggles again enjoying the apparent hold she has on you. 'Then I'd like to be moisturised and be given an expert massage encompassing my feet, back and head and... then... and only then I'll take you to bed.' she giggles with her ingenuity and look as smug as a cat with cream.

Surely all this is worth it. You heave a sigh of relief but she hasn't finished.

'And don't even think about changing. You're to wear these new things all the time... and I don't want to see them marked in any way. That includes ladders in your stockings, dirt on your slip or scuffs on your shoes. I'll excuse the mess you've made in your panties. I'll put that down to new experience excitement... but do try to behave like a lady. You're not some bloke in jeans but a demure pretty young thing in a dress. This means legs together at all time, hands by your side, tiny steps and when you bend down do remember what you're wearing. Bend at the knee, not the waist. I don't want you brazenly displaying your panties like some cheap tart and...' she beckons you closer. You step cautiously towards her and bend at the knee so you're at her level anticipating to lock lips in a snog but instead she holds your fingers and examines your lovely long nails. 'You can start by collecting all your old clothes and leave them outside on the garden bench. I want to remove any temptation. Oh! I almost forgot. I've got you a special challenge. For every pretty painted nail that you damage I'll make you dress up for me another evening. But this time we will up the anti. Oh! Yes I'm not just talking panties, stockings and a bra I'm talking the works. I even think we could progress to a pretty dress or a skirt and blouse. Perhaps you'd like to give it some thought while you're doing your chores. I'll make you hold a handbag and maybe take you on an outing.' 

You groan and roll your eyes. 

'Don't adopt that tone with me you ungrateful thing. I know you'd fancy that? Me in jeans and you in a revealing sexy dress. That would turn the tables. Imagine all those prying eyes. I'd have to watch you mind or the boys would have you away.' she laughs. 'Though, darling, my sweet thing, I'm not so sure what they'd do once they discovered your little secret.' She smirks and gives your cock a squeeze. 'Now chop chop hurry up but don't tire yourself out.' 

'This is so unfair.' you bleat 'You're the most terrible tease. I can't bear it.'

'I like to make you wait,' she giggles.

With your heart in your mouth and your body beautifully transformed into a scantily dressed girl you gather your male things and open the back door. It's raining and dark but the light from the kitchen illuminates you perfectly as if under a stage spotlight. Your conscious of your clothes and daintily skip across the patio to a wooden bench where you leave your clothes. You feel the night air whistle around your legs as your slip blows upward. You hold the hem down and glance at the neighbours windows previously unaware how overlooked her garden is.

Then for a fleeting moment as you gaze into the stars you imagine you are a girl, all made-up, beautifully pretty in a stunning dress, about to be ravaged by your amorous boyfriend.

'DAR-LING!!'

The carefree daydream popped as her strident voice cut through the air like a rusty knife, waking the neighbours, sending your teeth on edge. You hurry back inside.

'DARLING!' she screeches. The glasses in the kitchen tinkling softly. 'Can you hear me? Where are you?'

'The kitchen, Honey,' you call back.

'Don't you "Honey" me,' she shouts. 'Get your pretty butt in here and get to work. Do I have to do everything?'

You pick up a long handled feather duster conveniently lying on a worktop and skip back into the lounge. 

'Don't forget the cupboards,' she chirps as you mince into view. You bend at the knee as instructed, feel a blast of wind on your arse and know you've displayed more than you should but to your surprise she's not watching. Instead, to your annoyance she's reading a ladies mail-order fashion catalogue while decadently eating the chocolates. 

'And the side board - don't forget the very top. I don't want some second rate job.' She's now looking at you intently a huge smile spreading across her face. 'What do you think darling? She holds open the catalogue as you're in mid stretch and taps a picture of a tall, slender model with a fingernail. She's wearing a pink knitted floral print top and a white stretch mini skirt and white asymmetric bow sandals.

'Err Very nice,' you say rather dismissively.

'And this?' she flicks the page and taps at another striking model with gorgeous long hair in a pink ruffle front top, floral print linen skirt and pink and cream interlink sandals.

You nod. 

'This is my favourite it's a shift dress in aqua, it's lined and should finish just above YOUR knee. The silver satin T-bar slingbacks go well too, don't you think? And look they do them in YOUR size.' she stifles a giggle then continues reading. 'They despatch in 24-hours so they'd be here for the weekend. Just think I could take you out for dinner dressed in this. I'll order it if you like.'

'Oh-who-who! You wail, 'Steady on'.

'Calm yourself,' she says, 'joke, joke.' but you're fairly convinced that she wasn't joking.

The dress did look exceptionally pretty and its true you'd like to see what it looks on. You decide to play her game.

'Oh! Yes please you say as long as my panties don't show. I hate vpl and could I borrow a handbag to match.''Now there's an idea,' she says thoughtfully. 

You toss your hair and wave your duster at her cheekily.

'Good that's settles it I'll order it later and book a restaurant.'

'Mmm,' you say reaching up to dust the top of the sideboard your slip rising up your hips showing your stocking tops.

'When you first wore these things I thought of you as a bit of a prude - all prim and proper. I imagined you buttoned up in a pussy-bow blouse and draped in a nice pair of floor-grazing, wide legged trousers. But now I'm not so sure I'm seeing you in a new light. I should buy you a long wig and a flouncy mini-dress. Would you like that?'

You don't reply but continue to dust the very idea sending your mind in a spin and your cock stiffening yet again - something you never normally experience so soon after coming. 

Back and forth you flick the duster mincing about the room like some gay drag queen tripping occasionally in the high heels.

'Am I doing good?' you ask.

After you've dusted she sends you off to the kitchen to cook her a snack. Careful not to spill anything on your slip you wrap her pinafore around your waist. And waltzing about on the wooden floor your heels make a feminine clickety click - you love every minute of it. 

She's pleased with her snack and as she finishes off you sweep the floor then skip upstairs to strip, turn and make the bed. She showers and eventually joins you naked, she hands you a large tub of massage cream. 

Come on darling.

You liberally cover her back and massage her. She writhes about on the bed and you're gagging for it. She teases you by you're so desperate for it you really come on to her but she remains evasive.

Then she turns over kisses you and pushes you on to your back. You want to resist but you're exhausted. She's a devil and doesn't seem to want any foreplay as you feel her hand feeling its way under your slip. 

'You liked being my girl tonight didn't you? You liked the feel of sheer stockings on your smooth legs, lacy panties stretched over your womanly hips and silk hanging from your shoulders on these delicate straps. You're a girl really you can't fool me. 

Her hand tickles. You giggle girlishly as she rubs your cock tantalisingly. You moan and she pulls your panties to one side and your cock springs free like a caged tiger. With a deft hand she slowly spreads your legs wide. 

'Oh!' you gasp as she folds your slip over your waist. 

You normally like a quickie but dressed as you are you shudder expecting a more prolonged session. 

Its diff from where I'm sitting You feel cheap and vulgar. 

'Steady on you,' say.

'What's wrong? Don't you like rough?'

'Er no,' you say feeling defenceless and vulnerable. 'Shall I take off these things?'

'No, no, no,' she cries. What and spoil our fun.'

She straddles you fully. In control. 

'Enjoy my darling, enjoy,' she whispers, 'lie back and think of England.' She grabs your firm cock and yanks it a few times then slips it inside her. As she bobs up and down on your pole she leans forward and grabs your breasts massaging them with both hands. 

'Mmm! Mmm!' she moans.

Finally she flips you like a doll over onto your chest and up on your knees - Doggy style.' You crouch on the bed, all dressed up in your girlie costume twiddling your thumbs awkwardly. With your silken slip, large lacy bra, stockings and high heels - all courtesy of your girlfriend - you certainly look the part of a sexy young girl all you need now is to be taken from behind and given a thorough seeing too.

'All dressed up and nowhere to go, eh?' she says manoeuvring herself behind you.

'Now,' she says its your turn.'

Slowly ever so slowly she gently eases your panties down your thighs until they reach your knees.

You attempt to pull them off.

'No darling leave them on. I like seeing then crumpled on your knees it's a reminder...' her voice trails off as she starts fondling your plump arse.

'Reminder of what? You ask.

'Never you mind,' she says as her fingers rub harder and your cock begins to spasam. You're not sure what to expect as she plays with your flaccid cock and for the first time touches your bum but she doesn't stop there - her probing fingers play with your intimate opening teasing your muscle until it begins to stretch wantingly... 

Suddenly and with no warning she thrusts a finger deep inside. 

'Aargh!' You howl with surprise. 'Oh, Honey,' you blubb.

She remains quite but continues to push her finger deep inside you.

'Hmm! you push back as she glides it deeper and deeper. 'Ooh!' you gasp as she twiddles it inside you then draws it back slowly only to push it back in again. In and out, in and out rhymically she drives you wild with an insatiable lust. 

'Oh darling its not just a clothes thing you like all aspects of being a woman. Are you imagining my fingers as a big meaty cock and I'm a muscular man with a powerful physique thrusting my hips into your soft, tender arse?'

You nod and thrash your head wildly as all powers of speech are drained from you and as you push back she adds another then another finger stretching your muscle to a size its never been before. But rather than be horrified. The new anal sensations overwhelm you. You simply don't have time to muster your thoughts too consider what she's saying or the long term ramifications this may have on your relationship. It's fantastic. Heaven. Great sex is great sex whichever way you do it.

But she doesn't seem satisfied

'I want to try something new, ' she says, 'perhaps with a toy or something' 

'You never know,' you moan, 'I'll have to sort something out.'

'When?' She says impatiently.

You writhe on her fingers struggling to construct a reply. 'Don't worry - Something will turn up.'

The silence that follows is interrupted by the slurp plop sound as she withdraws her fingers then some rummaging behind you. You twist your head to see.

'I'm pleased to say this has turned up,' she says gently. She held out a phallic looking piece of plastic.

'wh... What's that? You tremble uneasily.

She proudly shows you the huge plastic dildo. It's a monster. 'The girls delight,' she says reading from the discarded packet.

'No,' you gasp. 'It must be yours.' 

'What's mine is yours darling,' she chuckles. 

'But it can't be mine,' you say fingering the heavily ribbed shaft and realistic bulbous head. 'It's not a boy's toy. Please say it isn't mine.'

'I'm afraid it is,' she says with a gleeful grin. You shake your head in disbelief. 

'Stop it!' you howl, clamping your hands over your ears. 'Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!'

'There, there,' she says, and pats you on the arm. 'It's all right, Darling.'

'But it's not all right,' you bawl. 'It's not all right at all. First the bra, then this slip, then these panties, the stockings and these impossible shoes and now this huge dildo.' You pull a tissue from the bedside cabinet and blow your nose loudly. 'I just can't bear it! What are you trying to do to me?'

'You've only yourself to blame!' she cries. 'I've had my doubts about your masculinity for ages. Stud muffin indeed!'

'But I was,' you protest. 'I've had lots of girlfriends...'

'Calm yourself,' she says. 'l rather like your feminine side.'

'So, what are you going to do?' you ask tearfully.

'Well, I thought that was obvious.' She picks up a tube of KY jelly and greases the dildo confidently.'

You bury your head in the soft duck down pillow and feel a tear forming in your eye.

She prods it at your bum jokingly. 'Don't be so stiff. Just relax, enjoy the clothes, the attention and let's both pretend you're a real woman - besides if we stop now,' she continues as you sniff into your tissue, 'I won't be a happy girl and you will be a very, very bad girl.'

'I don't want you to be unhappy,' you say.'

'Precisely now turn round bury your pretty head into the pillow and thrust your arse in the air and let me push this inside you.'

With terror in your eyes you turn round and shuffle into position, resting on your elbows and knees. You feel it press against your opening and you can't help but admit a sigh. 'Mmm good girl she cries as Aaaargh! Inch by inch she works the huge dildo into your arse. You cry out as your muscle stretches to near split and you feel the phallic monster glide into your belly. 

She begins to moan and as you press back and forth she begins to rhythmically pump it in and out your arse. You cry out as your cock begins to spasm. She holds it with her other hand squeezing you in time with her rhythmic pumping. 

She began to tease you again. 'You are a pretty one - all dressed up in your delicate lingerie and fancy make-up, but its obvious you're a dirty slut on the side. Don't deny you like sucking thick cock, having your panties torn down and a hot cock thrust up your arse doggy style.'

'Mmm! You mumble and then it happens you shoot another load into her hand but instead of stopping she pumps and squeezes even more frantically to ensure you pass every drop.

After a while your cock wilts and you collapse on the bed exhausted. To your surprise she doesn't pulls it out but lets it protrude proudly from your bottom like the long sword in King Arthers sword in the stone. You feel strangely emotional and you need some support but rather than cuddles she's up and putting back her jeans I fancy a beer she says as she walks out the room. Alone you glance down at your manicured hands and smile - every fingernail is damaged.

Does she order the dress? Do you get taken for a meal and do the boys flutter round you as she predicts. You tell me?