5 comments/ 26462 views/ 15 favorites Dressing Up Night By: simon_baker Sam shut the room door with a sense of anticipation. He had been planning this for weeks, ever since he had signed up for the conference and booked his room in a nearby country inn. He put his holdall on the floor and pulled out the special bag he bought on the way. From it he pulled out a satin teddy, stroked the fabric against his cheek and then laid it carefully on the bed. Sam had always been fascinated by women's clothing, getting turned on in unexpected ways when his wife slid her flimsily clad body against his, but he'd never gone as far as to try any of them on while she was out, fearing her early return. He admired the fabric again before leaving the room and heading down for a quick meal. The food was good and the barmaid chatty, but he was desperate to get back again and finished up quickly. Back in his room he stripped and held the teddy against himself, the cool satin causing goosebumps down his body. He gently led it back down and went for a cold shower making himself as clean as possible before succumbing to the teddy. Finally the time came for him to try it on. Standing over it he stepped in and pulled it up. He couldn't help but become aroused as it slid up against his body and he slid the thin straps over his shoulders. He stood in front of the mirror and ran a hand over his chest. All of a sudden there was a key in the door and as he looked in horror at the "Do not disturb" sign still on his pillow the barmaid walked in with a stack of towels. "I've brought you those..." she started before stopping, "oh my. Does your wife know you're wearing that?" Before Sam could say a word she shut the door behind her. "It's okay Honey, I had a friend at college did just the same." All Sam could do was shake his head. "I think we've some wigs in the cellar from last New Year. Would you like to try one on? I could glam you up a bit if you like. My friend used to like that." Completely thrown by the upset to his plans all Sam could do was nod. "I'll be back in a moment Hun, don't go anywhere." Sam just sat down and waited. Although she had kept speaking in a soft voice, he couldn't help but follow her lead. She returned a few minutes later with a bag and told him to stand in front of the mirror and shut his eyes. He could sense her behind him and then felt her place a wig upon his head. "You never told me your name Hun," she said. "I'm Sam." She leaned in closer and he could smell her perfume. "Mmmm," she whispered, "let's call you Samantha tonight. Open your eyes Samantha." Sam open his eyes to see he was now sporting a red bob. "I guess you won't want to shave you legs, but I could hide them. Would you like that?" Sam nodded and to his surprise she hitched up her skirt slightly and rolled off the stockings she was wearing. She slowly slid them up each of his legs and he let out a slight sigh at the caress of her hands smoothing the nylon up his legs. As she reached the top of each leg he found himself stiffening in front of her. "Not very lady like Samantha." She sat him down again to do his nails, carefully applying a bright red coat as he found himself looking straight down her top. She then lifted herself up on her knees and produced a bright red lipstick. Sam let out another sigh as she lent forward and applied it to his lips, before applying more make up to his eyes. "You'll do," she said, "go look." Sam went to the mirror again and could not believe the transformation. "You look pretty hot Samantha," she said, "now about my payment." She sat on the bed and waved her feet at him. "I've been on these all day. They could do with a massage." Without a word of dissent Sam knelt down at he feet and took the first in his hand. It was surprisingly soft and as he worked it in his hands he realized he wasn't the only one who'd had a good wash. She gave out a sigh of her own and whispered under her breath that it felt good. Sam swapped to the other foot and glanced up to see she had led back with her eyes closed. Sam held her foot closer to his face and then, as if possessed, took her big toe into his mouth and gave it a suck. He was awarded with a little gasp and so he continued with her other toes. She parted her legs slightly and he began to run his tongue between her toes. He could hear her breaths quickening and then felt her other foot rubbing through the satin between his legs. "I saw you looking down my top earlier," she said parting her legs slightly further, "and I bet you're trying to look up my skirt now." Her foot was working harder against him and all he could do was signal agreement by running a hand up the inside of her leg. "You're good with that tongue." She parted her legs more and Sam could finally see to the top. "I can't believe you've turned me on so much." Sam took that as a signal to start kissing along her leg. As he did so she parted them further and reached down to run her hands through his hair. She pulled his head between her legs. "I think Samantha is a bit of a slut." In response Sam drove his tongue against her, tasting her sweet juices. She let out a moan and held him tighter. "Do it," she said and he probed further. As she became wetter he began to suck her juices from her until she bucked and writhed with pleasure under him. She sat him up and kissed him. "Thank you," she whispered, "how would you like to be repaid?" Without a word, Sam pulled her top off exposing her breasts he'd failed to see before. He pushed her back and led on top off her. With just a thin layer of satin between them he began to rub his body against hers. She ran her hands down his back and dug her nails through the material. "Just this?" she asked. Sliding against the fabric, and her, Sam felt the tingling sensation build and overwhelm him. He rolled off her moments later a damp patch forming in the fabric. "Thank you," he whispered, "tonight was better than I ever imagined." She got up and dressed. "Keep the hair Samantha," she told him, "tomorrow I'm going to take you clubbing...." Dressing Up Night Pt. 02 Sam woke up the next morning still enclosed in the cool satin and began to harden at his memories of the previous night. He realized he didn't actually know the barmaid's name, but then spotted a note on the table to the side of the bed. He picked it up and opened it. 'Samantha Honey, I brought you some more things but didn't want to disturb your sleep, you'll find them in the bathroom. I'll be cleaning your room, so feel free to leave things out. Kat x' Sam sat up and saw the wig on the writing desk under the mirror. He walked over and tried it back on, looking at himself in the mirror. He was still wearing the now smudged bright red lipstick, and biting his lip in an attempt at a coy look realized he could still taste Kat on his lips. Looking at the time he decide to go clean himself up before breakfast. At the top of his new pile of things were some makeup wipes and nail polish remover and so he set about cleaning off before slipping out of the teddy and into the shower. Grabbing the first towel from stack to dry himself off he was surprised to find some Talc and a pair of black, lacy panties. He rubbed the talc into his body and found his nipples hardening as he felt how soft and smooth it made his skin. He stood in front of the full length mirror and stepped into the panties pulling them up over his stiffing member. After admiring himself for slightly longer he grabbed some pants and a shirt and headed down for breakfast. Downstairs the bar was empty other than Kat and the other barmaid working the breakfast shift. They giggled as he walked in and Kat showed him to a table at the far end of the room. She came back a few minutes later to take his order, unbuttoning the top of her blouse as she approached, and sat down opposite him. Kat leaned forward over the table and Sam's eyes were drawn to the pedant dangling between her breasts. "She doesn't know," Kat said, "I just told here you were hot and I was going to flirt with you. Would you like a coffee?" "Uh, yes please." "Cooked or continental?" "Cooked" "Are you wearing them now?" Sam glanced towards the bar. "Act normal Samantha and she'll never know. Are you wearing the lacy panties?" "Yes." "How do they make you feel?" "Sexy." "Did you wank off in the shower?" Sam hesitated. "No." "Why not?" "It wouldn't be lady like." Kat laughed, leaned in closer and whispered. "I fucked myself with my fingers in the shower this morning. I imagined it was your hand. Do you wish it was?" Sam was taken back by how direct she was being. Kat just started fiddling with a strand of her hair. "Yes." "How would you like your eggs?" Sam was thrown again. "Sunny side up." "Are you going to wear those panties to your conference?" "Yes" "Good girl. I'll be back with your food." After she left the other barmaid kept stealing glances at him and smiling. Kat brought his food back ten minutes later. "I'm working a late tonight. I'm going to take you clothes shopping this afternoon. Meet me outside at five and bring the wig." The conference was a tedious as he expected and so at five he was stood outside the pub and hopped straight into the car as Kat pulled up. "Hi Honey", Kat said in a sing-song voice as he got in, "did you have a nice day?" "The worst. I knew this conference was going to be hard work, but I didn't think that was going to be in trying to stay awake." Kat giggle, leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "I hope you have a better evening Sugar. Are you nervous?" "Slightly. I don't feel very feminine, people might stare." "Don't worry Honey. That friend of mine I told you about. She runs a very discrete shop, and is opening up late just for us." Discrete was an understatement. The shop had no obvious advertising and was a run down building in the middle of no-where. Kat helped Samantha put on the wig and then took her hand as they walked to the shop. "Relax Honey, just have a good time." Inside was Danielle and Samantha found it hard to see her as anything but, with long hair and a cutting figure. "This is my new friend Samantha. She's still a bit shy. We want something I can take her out in that doesn't look so masculine." "Let's see what we've got to work with. Strip please Samantha". Samantha's eyes went wide in fright and she looked towards Kat. "It's okay Honey, she's see it all before." Samantha stripped down to her panties and Danielle looked her over in approval. "Nice legs. I see a ring. Does her partner know?" "Her wife doesn't, needs to stay that way." "Okay, so need to hide the legs. What about something tight. Leather or rubber?" "Leather, best she doesn't get a rash or friction burns." Danielle walked off and came back with some black leather pants, a matching jacket and a tight white top. Samantha pulled them on and, after seeing the approving look from Kat, looked at herself in the mirror. Turning to look at her ass she couldn't believe the difference. "A winner," said Kat, "and first attempt. I knew you wouldn't let me down. Now I also want something a lot more girly, for the bedroom." Danielle went off and brought back another pile. "Strip and shut your eyes, I want this one to be a surprise," ordered Kat. Samantha did as she was told. "Step." Samantha lifted each leg in turn and then felt something lacy and tight pulled up her body. "And again, one at a time." This time Samantha recognized the feel of stockings as they were pulled up her leg and fasted at the top. "Arms." Samantha felt some long gloves pulled up each "Ready?" "No panties?" Samantha queried. "No. This is your slut outfit. I want easy access to you." Her eyes still closed, Samantha felt the unladylike stirring. "I know you like the smooth feeling between your legs, but this is for me." Kat kissed the back of her neck and Samantha whimpered. "Open your eyes." Samantha did so to see she was wearing the most beautiful lacy ivory basque, with shear ivory stockings and matching elbow length gloves. "Do you like it?" Kat whispered into her ears before giving it a playful bite. Samantha hardened some more at the feel of Kat's warm breath, and gave out a small sigh. Kat reached wearing an ivory silk glove and took hold of Samantha's growing embarrassment. "It's okay Sugar, I know you can't help yourself," she whispered as she started stroking up and down, "just let yourself go." Samantha looked in the mirror, not at herself, but at Kat's hand upon her. She found her breath quickening as the tension built up inside her. Kat reach round and grabbed her nipple through the lace. "You can return the favor later Sugar," Kat whispered, "now just let go you slut, I want to feel you shudder and go weak." With that Samantha couldn't hold back and several shots of thick ivory cum shot out and hit the mirror, with the last few pumps dribbling over Kat's glove. Kat pulled her around. "Was that good my little slut?" Samantha nodded as Kat lifted the glove to her mouth and licked them off. "Mmmmm, I thought you'd taste good." Kat pulled her close for a kiss, sliding her tongue into Samantha's mouth. "Now be a good slut and put Sam's clothes back on. I need to get to work." Once Sam was dressed Danielle came back into the room and caught sight of the ivory streams running down the mirror. "Did the job then Kat," she stated. "I thought you'd like it. On the house love," she said nodding towards the security camera high up on the wall, "I do like a good show." With that they left and Kat drove back to the pub. "I'm got a late shift Sugar and need to get away, so can't see you later. We'll have to see what happens tomorrow..." Dressing Up Night Pt. 03 Sam woke early the next morning and lay there thinking about the previous evening. When they had got back Kat told him that she would take Samantha's clothes until the next day, to build his anticipation. The conference was even worse than the day before, especially as he spent half the time wondering what Kat had planned for him that evening. When he got back to his room he found Kat was already there and she had laid out an outfit for him in the bathroom. It was the leather pants and jacket from the night before, along with a silky thong and bra. Sam stepped into the panties first, pulling them up and squirmed slightly at the new feeling of the thong running tight between the cheeks of his ass. Next was the bra and again another new feeling of the straps tight across his back and shoulders. Next he slipped on the wig. Samanthat admired herself in the mirror and stroked her nipples through the fabric making them stiffen. She put the rest of the clothes on and realised that not only could she see the bra through the thin white cotton of the vest, but that it was slighly padded giving her more of a bust. She went back out to Kat who smiled and told her to sit down for make-up. Kat began carefully applying all sors of make-up to Samantha's face, and then gave her nails a bright red coat. When Samantha looked in the mirror she couldn't believe how feminine she looked and felt. "What are we doing this evening?" she asked Kat. "Do you trust me? Really trust me?" "I think so." "Think isn't good enough. I want you to trust me, to do whatever I ask without hesitiation. can you do that for me." Smanatha thought for a moment, and then let out a soft "Yes" "Good girl. Take your wedding ring off, I'm taking you out to a quiet hotel bar I know. We'll just talk and work on your feminine side." Kat took her by the hand and walked her out to a waiting taxi. They slid in the back and the driver pulled off. The driver tried to make conversation but as soon as Kat told him they were "on a first date" he quickly went silent. Kat whispered into Samantha's ear. "I want you to kiss me now, gently, I want you to be comfortable with me in public." Samantha turned her head and leant in to kiss Kat. She was surprised by how soft Kat's lips were and pushed harder against her. Kat pulled away. "Gentle I said." Samanthat tried again, this time controling her urge and gently placing het lips on Kat's. This time Kat responded willingly, parting her lips and letting Samantha taste her mouth. On reaching the hotel Kat pulled away and paid the driver. She again lead Samantha by the hand into a bar that, as promised, was nearly empty. Kat ordered them a couple of glasses of wine and they found a table out of the way in the corner. "So you can kiss convincingly, but now we need to work on your voice, you're far to harsh and need to soften it up." They talked for a while until Samantha's voice came naturally, but were interupted by the barman bringing over a bottle of wine "from Frank at the bar". Samantha looked over and her eyes widened slightly. "What's wrong?" Kat asked. "I know that man, his name isn't Frank, it's George, and he is attending the same confernece as Sam. He sells cars and he's married," "I need you to be calm, he won't recognise you,we should have some fun," Samanatha tried to object but before she had a chance Kat had beckoned him over. He again introduced himself as Frank, and claimed to be in the area looking for property to add to his portfolio. "and what are two fine ladies doing here alone?" Frank asked. "We're not alone, we're with each other," Kat said, leaning in and kiss Samantha, "it's our first date and I'm trying her out." "What do you mean?" "Samantha here is my slut. She'll do whatever I tell her. If she's good enough I'll take her out again." Samantha blushed, and panicked slightly as Frank looked at here in disbelief. "Kiss him Slut", Kat ordered. Samantha did as she was told, and leant over to kiss Frank. As she did so she smelt his excessive aftershave. She kissed him gentle on the cheek. "Properly Slut" Samantha reach up and gently turns his head, planting her lips on his. "I know the truth about you Frank," Kat said, "you came in here hoping to pick up a one night stand and saw us, and now you're wondering if you're man enough to satisfy both of us." "I've a room upstairs." "One condition. I'm breaking my new Slut in, so you don't get to do anything to her unless I say you can." Frank stood up and started walking back to the lobby. Samantha looked scared into Kat's eyes. "Trust me," Kat said, "I won't make you do anything you don't want to." In the lift Kat told Frank he could feel Samantha's ass if he wanted, and so he reached over and gave it a squeeze. "Nice and firm," Frank declared and Samantha blushed. When they got to Frank's room, Kat put the TV on a music channel and told Samantha to start dancing. "What do you want to do to her Frank?" she purred. "I want to feel her against me." "Why don't you then." Frank walked up behind Samantha and pulled her against him. His hands reached up and squeezed her small pert breasts and Samantha could feel how hard he was against her ass. "Slow down Frank, I'm not sure she's ready for you yet. Step back." Frank did as he was told. "Turn around Slut," Kat ordered. Samantha dis as she was told and couldn't help notice the bulge in Frank's Pants. "Get you your knees. Good slut. Now unzip Frank and let him out." Samantha complied. "What do you think Slut?" "It's so big." "Lean closer Slut. WSee how he is twitching in anticipation. What do you say to that?" "Would you like me to suck it Frank?" "Yes Bitch", Frank replied. Samantha leaned closer and opened her mouth slightly, breathing out over Frank's hard rod. She looked up at him and saw his grin. She looked back down and opened her mouth more fully, leaning closer. She closed her eyes and licked her lips, her tongue narrowly missing his tip. She leaned closer. A phone started ringing and she jumped back. "That'll be your wife George," Kat stated matter-of-factly, "wondering whose mouth you were about to stick your dick into." George panicked and grabbed the phone. Kat grabbed Samantha by the hand and dashed out the door. Samantha didn't know whether to laugh or be angry. They jumped in a taxi and headed back to Samantha's room, Samantha now shaking and Kat holding her tight in back of the car. "Good girl," she whispered, "I said you'd be safe." Once in Samantha's room, Kat gave her a bag with the other outfit in. "Go change," Kat told her, softer this time, and playfully added "Slut". Samantha changed into the ivory basque and went back out to join Kat. Kat had moved a chair into the middle of the room and beckoned Samantha to sit in it. Once she had done so Kat began rubbing her shoulders and gently kissing her neck. "Did you enjoy that?" "I'm not sure." "Would you have taken him into your mouth?" "I didn't want to, but I wanted to please you." "That isn't an answer." "I don't know." Kat moved around and sat on Samantha's lap, her breasts in front of Samantha's face. "That still isn't an answer. Answer me Slut, would you have sucked him off for me?" "I'd..." Kat leaned forward and kissed her before she could answer, one hand on the back of her head pulling her in, and the other hand down between her legs. Samantha felt herself stiffening. "You don't know what you want," Kat said, "your still confused, which is why I was pushing you, I want you to work out who you are and what you want." Samantha just looked at her. "I know what Frank wanted," Kat said, "this." Kat slipped back and on to her knees infront of the chair. She slipped her mouth around the stiffness between Samantha's legs, and as she did so Samanatha tipped her head back and let out a sigh, the wig falling to the floor. Sam began to feel his nipples under the lacy fabric, and reached down running his other hand in Kat's hair. He felt his shaft harden further as Kat's lips surrounded it, her wet mouth lubricationing it as she slide it in and out of her. Kat looked up at him, running her hands over his stockinged legs. Sam found the combination of senses begin to overwhelm him, until he began to feel the tingling welling up inside him, his breath quickening even Kat was doing all the work, gentle moans passing from his lips. Abruptly he could contain himself no more, and started releasing himself into her willing mouth. He shudder several more times until she finally pulled away from him. "That's what Frank was after," she stated, "but I don't think you're ever going to give that to someone." "Thank you," Sam panted. "Sam, Samantha, someone else, it's your choice, I just want to help you work out who you are. Regardless, tomorrow we're going to a night club." Dressing Up Night Pt. 04 Sam awoke, still wearing Samantha's ivory basque and thought back to the night before and all his conflicting feelings and thoughts. He carefully stripped off and showered, realizing Kat hadn't helped remove any of the make-up. He felt disappointment as he did so, but knowing he had to be the perfectly groomed male before he could leave the room. At least Kat had left him the thong from the night before and he was feeling more comfortable with the way it pulled tight into him. The conference was tedious as ever, although Sam noticed with some satisfaction that George, or "Frank", had left early. He counted of the hours and minutes until he could return back to his room. He returned to find Kat already waiting for him, wearing a tight and short silver dress. "I've brought you some more clothes sugar," she purred, "I went back and asked Danielle for some thoughts on how to show off that figure of yours. Go get dressed and I'll do your make-up." In the bathroom Sam found the new outfit. The first item was a black satin padded bra. He pulled it on and realized the padding gave him the appearance of having small, but wonderfully pert breasts. and he stood there just feeling and squeezing the material for a few moments. Next was a full body stocking, which he stepped into and pulled up, as he did so he discovered it was crotchless allowing access between his legs. The stocking had a slightly lacy pattern to it, enough, he realized to mask his admittedly fine hair on his arms and legs. The feeling of being enclosed in something so pretty caused a slight stirring between his legs and he wondered how he'd control that aspect of himself. The next item solved that a pair of control panties. Sam was initially disappointed that they didn't have the sexiness factor of the lacy thong and panties he'd previously worn in the week, but when he pulled them and saw the way they tamed his bulge, he realized they made his shape more flattering. Finally there was a tight, and short, black dress. He pulled it over his head, and then pulled the zipper on the side until it was clinging tightly against him. Looking in the mirror, as he pulled the red wig onto his head, Samantha was amazed at how sexy she looked. The idea of ever going out in something so tight, or so short, would never have crossed her mind even just the day before. Kat carefully applied lipstick and nail varnish, both a bright red, followed by a soft foundation and a mascara. Finally Kat produced a pair of red high-heeled shoes. Samantha stood in front of the full length mirror in her room and couldn't believe the transformation. "Ready Honey?" Kat asked. "Completely," Samantha replied. They went down to the waiting taxi and a short ride later were being dropped off outside a busy looking club with a long queue. They walked straight past the queue and one of the bouncers waved Kat in. Samantha started to follow her but the same bouncer stopped her. "I know Kat, but I don't know you." Samantha leaned in and whispered in his ear, "I'm Samantha, I'm Kat's plaything, if you're lucky, later you might get to play as well." The bouncer laughed, and let her in. Inside the dance floor was packed but Kat led her straight into the middle and they began dancing and grinding to the music. Samantha lost herself to the dance, enjoying every time the crowd surges and pushed another body into her. Enjoying it even more when a body pushed up behind against her and knowing there wasn't a surge to cause it. Eventually Kat just stood to the side watching her lap up the attention. After a while Samantha realized she was alone and started heading towards Kat, when she was abruptly stopped by a butch looking girl. "I saw you with Kat earlier," she said, "keep away from her. She'll just use you and spit you out like she did me." Without hesitation Samantha just hit straight back. "Listen Bitch. Two nights ago we were out shopping and she brought me off with her fingers in the changing room. Last night she went down on me until I came, and then she kept licking away until I was nice and clean again. Neither time did I have to do anything in return. Perhaps you should be asking yourself what I've got that you don't. Now fuck off out my way." The girl flushed and just stepped aside. Samantha just walked straight past her without a second look, but inside she was beaming with joy, she'd just had her first cat fight and won so quickly it could barely be described as such. "Anything wrong," Kat asked. "Nothing I couldn't cope with," Samantha replied. She reached out and cupped the side of Kat's face, pulling her in for a long slow kiss. In the mirror behind the bar she could see the loser of her encounter watching with envy. She released Kat, "I'm having a fun night so far. Can't wait to see how it ends." They stayed at the bar drinking, Samantha enjoying every admiring glance she was receiving, from both men and women, but always keeping in physical contact with Kat to ward off any direct approach. Feeling slightly tipsy Samantha dragged Kat to the restrooms and into a cubicle. She pushed Kat against the cubicle wall, hitched up her dress and pushed a hand against her panties. Kat's eyes widened at Samantha's assertiveness and she started to speak but Samantha planted a finger on her lips. "Shhhh! I want to thank you for bringing me out. I've seen the way you've been watching me and I bet you've been thinking about this." She slid a finger underneath Kat's panties. "See, you're all wet already." She eased a finger into her. "Wet and warm." She pushed down the top of Kat's dress and took a breast into her mouth, gently sucking and biting on the hard nipple." Kat let out a sigh causing Samantha to push a few more fingers into her, working her wet pussy. There was a band on the door and a shout "find somewhere else, some of us are desperate." Samantha reached back and unlocked the door, but made no move to leave, instead moving to the other breast and pushing deeper into Kat. She paid no attention to the girl who came in and with a "fine then" locked the door and then sat down on the toilet. Once she left Samantha relocked the door and brought Kat off to a screaming conclusion. They headed back out to the bar and stood watching the moving crowd of dancers, when all of a sudden Samantha felt a tap on her arm and a timid "excuse me". She turned and was amazed to see Sam's wife Jill in front of him, wearing a fancy dress school girl outfit, and then Samantha recalled the memory of her saying something about going to a bachelorette party while Sam was at the conference. Jill continued, "I'm not sure I'm actually doing this, but I just watched you two making out in the restroom. And it made me feel a little turned on. And I'm at some awful party. And I wondered if, um, I might join you." Kat looked at her, and then turned to Samantha. "What do you think Sugar?" Samantha attempted to say it was a bad idea, but before she got a chance Kat turned back to Jill. "How turned on?" "My panties got so damp, I took them off, here." She reached out and placed her damp panties in Kat's hand. Kat raised them to her nose and gave a sniff. Samantha tried to get Kat's attention, but without success. "You little minx, I think you should come and play with us, but you have to do everything we say." Jill paused for a moment, biting her lip. "Okay." Before Samantha could object they were already in a cab heading back to Kat's flat. With Jill in the front Samantha finally managed to whisper into Kat's ear. "She is Sam's wife." Kat's eyes widened and her face dropped slightly. She turned back to Samantha. "She obviously doesn't recognize you. I think we have some fun and get away with this, just trust me." Once at the flat Kat led them both to her bedroom. "This is the deal. Samantha here hasn't been with anyone but me before and told me she was also nervous, so you're going to lie on that bed and I'm going to make you wear a blindfold." "A blindfold?" "And we're going to tie you to the bed. I want you to be Samantha's plaything." "I'm not sure..." "Or I can ring a cab for you." Jill hesitated for a moment, then walked over to the bed and picked up the sleep mask on the bedside table and slide it on. Then she led back on the bed. Following Kat's instructions Samantha walked over and pulled the school tie from Jill, then pushed Jill's arms above her head and tied them together. She then unclipped the stockings and pulled them down Jill's legs, wrapping them around a few times at the ankle and tying them to the bed legs. "Did you like watching her suck my breasts?" Kat asked. Jill nodded. Samantha walked back over and unbuttoned her blouse, releasing her two pert handfuls of breasts, with the nipples already stiff. Sam's sex life normally had them covered with something like a slip, so Samantha took the opportunity to enjoy them properly, first just lightly touching the nipples and then gently pinching them. Jill let out a soft moan so Samantha lent over and took them in her mouth. "oh god that feels good. I never thought that could feel so good. Making me so wet." Samantha continued to suck and caress Jill's but reached down and ran a hand up the inside of her leg. As she neared the top she'd lift her hand and start again on the other leg, getting slightly closer each time. "Please" Jill begged. Instead Samantha stopped completely and repeated the process with gentle kisses. Jill parted her legs as best she could and begged again. "Please you tease." Samantha glances across at Kat, who was sat legs crossed in a chair one hand squeezing her breasts through her top, the other just resting between her legs. Kat nodded at her. "Stop teasing her and give her what she wants." With that Samantha lowered her face between Jill's legs and begin to gently lick. The moment her tongue first tasted Jill, Jill shuddered. "Oh god." Samantha wondered why Sam had never gone down on his wife, when she obviously enjoyed it so. She licked harder and faster, as Jill's whimpers became moans, equally getting louder and quicker. "don't stop, please don't stop..." "Stop." Kat ordered, and Samantha obeyed. "My turn. You can watch honey, why don't you slip out of that dress and those panties." Samantha did as she was told, stripping off slightly. As she pulled down the control panties, the part of her that was Sam sprung out, hard and thick. Kat climbed onto the bed and hitched her dress up revealing she had already taken off her own panties. She turned to face Samantha and then lowered herself above Jill's mouth. In amazement Samantha watched Sam's wife begin licking out another women. Kat grinned and reached down to squeeze Jill's breasts. "mmmm, you're good at that" she purred. Looking straight at Samantha she leaned forward further and placed her hand between Jill's legs, sliding a couple of fingers into her. "Did you like watching Samantha do this to me earlier?" she asked, knowing full well Jill was too busy licking away to answer. "What do you think Samantha, do you like what you see." Samantha was gently stroking Sam's stiffness, but nodded. Kat leaned further forward and tasted Jill for herself. "Mmm, she tastes good, I can see why you were licking her so hard." Jill began moaning again, and Kat stopped licking and lifted herself from Jill's face. "Not yet baby." She climbed off the bed and took Sam in her hand. "Jill, I've just helped Samantha put on a big hard strap-on, would you like her to fuck you with it?" Samantha's eyes opened wide, and then Jill let out a soft "yes". "Go on then Samantha. Fuck her. Fuck her with that big hard strap-on." Samantha looked hesitant. "Fuck her for me, I want to hear her scream in pleasure." Samantha walked back over to the bed and climbed on. "Please," Jill whispered, "I'm so turned on, I need bringing off." Samantha eased Sam into her, and Jill let out a small moan as she did so. "That feels so hard. Oh god, please, fuck me with it." Samantha obliged, gentle rocking in and out of Jill, knowing Jill had never been this wet or willing for her husband. Jill began bucking underneath her. "Harder you bitch, fuck me harder, please" Samantha built up her rhythm, pushing deeper and harder into Jill's willing pussy. She tilted her head down and began sucking Jill's nipples back to hardness, all the while hearing Jill pant and moan and beg like never before. Samantha reached up and grabbed Jill's bound wrists, hold them tight and pushing herself up so she could look down at Sam sliding in and out. Suddenly Jill shouted out "Oh god you bitch, I'm cumming". Samantha suddenly felt the tingling of no return and Sam shot his load into his wife, pumping himself several times more than he'd normally last, before collapsing onto her. After a few moments Samantha realized what she had just done. "Oh god that was wonderful. I love you Sam, even if you are a big idiot sometimes." Epilogue: Later Jill explained how she first thought Sam was acting so suspiciously about the conference she feared he was having an affair. She knew Kat from college and steered Sam to stay where she worked so she could check-up on him. Kat had discovered the outfit while Sam was eating that first night, and phoned Jill to tell her. Jill had been shocked at first, until Kat had explained about her friend Daniel, and that it wasn't Jill's "fault". Together they'd hatched the plan to allow Sam to explore this side of him further. ***** Author's Note: I hope you've enjoyed Sam's story. It took me longer than I expect to write as, although I always knew how Sam's story would end, the path took several unexpected turns. Plus, I've only written this when my girlfriend has been away for a few days so that I could slip on some of her clothes while I've typed.