I couldn’t believe what I was just about to do. Standing in front of the mirror I adjusted the wide, black leather belt. I was wearing a tight, black, knit skirt that just about covered the 4” lace tops of my stay ups, so it ended just about mid-thigh. I tugged a little at the waist of the white, luxurious silk ascot blouse to try and make it seem a little less snug over my completely fake size-D breasts. My make-up was discrete and the spiked heels on my black patent leather pumps were about 4”.
The question now was which of the two single strand pearl necklaces I was going to wear. Since my wife had ordered discretion, I chose the shorter of the two, which was short enough to not dangle off my breasts. Without even thinking, I shook back my blonde wig and fastened the necklace on the first try, even though I was wearing black glace gloves. I wouldn’t have been able to do that in a million tries just a couple of months ago.
My wife and two of her friends were waiting for the shemaid to come down and serve them for the rest of the weekend. I was going to be seduced and beyond the shadow of a doubt fucked silly by the three women sipping champagne and waiting for their toy to make his entrance, so I wasn’t’ complaining. I stopped for a moment and tried to backtrack how I had gotten this far and it had started out oh, so innocently.
We were sitting at the breakfast table and my lovely wife happened (I still don’t know if she did it intentionally) to spill a bowl of yogurt on my black turtleneck. She was reaching out to give it to me but let go before I had grabbed it, so it ended up all over the front of the sweater. I had really set my mind on wearing that sweater with my glen check power-suit that day so I was a little miffed and mentioned it to her.
“Why don’t you borrow my black cashmere? she said casually.
“I can’t do that” I quipped. “I can’t wear a ladies’ sweater to work. Everyone will notice.”
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