[ffm] A surprise game of dress up.
Part 1: The best blowjob of my life
Recently, my thirtieth birthday came and went. My wife Lucy (29) woke me up that morning with her lips around my cock wearing a piece of lingerie that I bought her six years ago. She was extra sloppy with it, because she knows I like it when she acts slutty. It was a gift for me after all.
These days our sex life is more straightforward, but I wouldn't call it vanilla. Despite early signs of looseness, over the years we have tightened up under the stress of maturity, and frankly, the shifting state of the world. That doesn't mean we don't still have fun, but the halcyon days of early adulthood are more of a warm reminder than they are my reality any longer. So as one could imagine, the sight of my beautiful wife, fit as ever, taking my cock all the way down her throat, slobbering on my balls with her outstretched tongue and slipping a finger up my ass with whatever ran down beneath... It was pure pleasure, and the experience sent me into cruise control. I bucked my hips and moaned for her, expecting to cum down her throat as she always preferred to end head, but to my surprise she pulled her head up and began jerking me off with the same speed she'd seen me do to myself in the many times we've masturbated together.
"No not in my mouth this time. Cum on my face and tits. I want it all over my slutty little tits. I really want it. I want to feel it dripping down me. Come on... Do you want me to pump faster? Maybe I need to make it wetter?"
She stopped pumping and dropped her head to throat me once, twice more, quickly, just to get it wetter.
"Please, cum on me, as much as you can, all over me..."
It was the best blowjob of my life, and what I covered her with proved it. But this story isn't about the blowjob, it's about the lingerie.
The lacey black one piece was sheer where it covered, and strappy where it didn't. When she rode me on my lap while wearing it, I could lift and snap one of the straps right on her lower back before running my hand down to grab a fistfull of her perfect ass. That move always drove her crazy. It was one of my favorite pieces, and she looked just as good in it as she ever did, maybe even better. But that day, as I watched my cum drip down her face and tits and settle in stark white contrast to the black lace underneath... I picked my phone up off the nightstand without a second thought and pointed it at her. She struck a pose, and I snapped a pic.
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Part 2: Dirty Laundry
A former colleague of my wife's was planned to come over two days later. I've known her for years, she was at our wedding, and we three always have fun together.
Seperate, but surprisingly related, my wife and I have a rule where if she wears lingerie that has to be hand washed, I do the washing. It's a trade I don't mind in the least. That said, I washed the black, cum-stained one piece a day late, and then hung it on the doorknob on the inside of our bathroom to dry. I would get it later and put it away, I told myself.
With an hour until our guest was supposed to arrive, I ran out to the market to get some fruit. I got a mango and a pineapple, but then I saw a big ass watermelon that was calling my name. I threw the smaller fruit in my bag and hoisted the hefty melon to carry it home. The simple act of carrying this twenty pound melon all the way home filled me with so much boyish pride, that I forgot about a lingering task on my to-do list.
Our guest came and we chatted for a while and listened to music. I cut some fruit and the three of us had some wine. Eventually, our guest, a petite yet fierce woman, got up to use the bathroom. As she closed the door behind her, it hit me; the thing I forgot to do.
I blushed and looked at my wife. Maybe I could just say nothing, and this would resolve without an issue, just a quiet embarrassment on my part that never has to be spoken. I can simply go to the bathroom next and remove the lingerie, I thought. But then my wife did something so inexplicably absurd that I what I then watched unfold could only be described as dramatic irony.
"I'm gonna go see if she wants some sweats to wear."
She walked over to the door and tapped lighty with a knuckle. For what seemed to be no reason other than playful teasing, and in an isolated occurence to this point, my wife spoke to her friend in a flirtatious voice. She could never have assumed what trap I had laid.
"Heyyy, can I get you anything more... comfortable to wear?"
She used a sultry rasp that she thought was being sarcastic.
I held my breath, and then from the inside of the door I heard,
"More comfortable? Oh! Uh... No, I think this is plenty... comfortable."
My wife looked over to me, somewhat puzzled. I shrugged, but in truth, realization began to take hold. I feigned surprise, as to save a little face, but then pointed to the door and mouthed...
I FOR-GOT THE LING-ER-IE IN THERE
My wife widened her eyes at me and then looked down and to the side, as if recalculating her last sentance. She made a face of comedic realization and shrugged back at me, recalculating our friend's answer as well.
The door opened, and suddenly standing in front of us was the black lingerie, daring and beautiful.
"It's very comfortable!" She laughed and spun around. "I didn't know you guys were swingers too!"
My wife looked at me with a coy smile and I began to speak.
"You look amazing!"
"Thank you!"
"But I have to tell you, there has been somewhat of a misunderstanding. I forgot to put that away earlier, it wasn't left out specifically, but seriously, you look amazing! I'm glad you put it on!"
My wife chimed in now, "You really do look sexy girl, but yes, my idiot husband is an idiot, a story as old as time."
"Oh. I..."
My wife continued, "No please, don't be embarrased at all, seriously you look... Wait. I have an idea that might be fun. We aren't swingers but we aren't prudes either. Come with me."
My wife and our half naked friend walked into our bedroom and shut the door.
Years ago, during the pandemic, my wife (girlfriend at the time) and I were toying with the idea of starting an onlyfans together. We ordered some (regrettably fast fashion) hauls, took some photos and made some videos. It was hot and fun, but ultimately we ruled that posting was not for us. It was just a fun hobby.
A standout piece we made was a video where I was pressing her naked chest into the window of a hotel we stayed at in our city. I moved a purple thong to the side and licked her pussy from beneath while she described people she could see down below, and then wondered aloud if any of them could see her. Eventually, I stood and gripped her ass, placing my cock between her thighs. She grinded against my shaft before slipping it inside her with ease. She fucked the tip of my cock fast, gripping it just right, and then popped it out, to squeeze it back between her thighs and pussy. She repeated this a few times until once after popping it out, she just kept grinding against me faster, harder, and so much sluttier.
"Stick your thumb in my ass."
As I did, she pulled a cumshot out of me, spraying it all over the inside of the window.
(we cleaned it up after we stopped rolling)
But this story isn't about the video, it's about the purple thong, and the bag of slutty outfits tucked away in our closet.
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Part 3: Everyone takes a turn
"Oh, this is sexy!" I heard from our inside.
When the door opened, I saw my wife walk out first, wearing a long black robe with feathers on the wrists and floor. It tied with a line of black silk that matched the trim, but was otherwise completely sheer. Her nipples poked at the fabric adjacent to the silk trim along the plunging neckline. Her curly hair bounced on her shoulders as she strutted out and into the living room of our small apartment.
"If we are going to play dress up, everyone has to take a turn." She said to me.
As I stood, and felt my shorts tighten, our friend walked out, wearing the purple thong and a mesh t shirt from the bag. Her tits were visible, but the mesh muted the nudity in a way that was like looking through fog. Coupled with the fact that I was still trying to stay polite, I tried not to stare too long. It was the perfect tease.
"Well?" My wife motioned to the room.
I walked into the bedroom and she clsoed the door behind me.
"Don't dissapoint us!"
I walked over to the bag and sifted through. Most of this was hers, practically all of it, but some of it was semi unisex. There was a pair of thigh high stockings that were all black, and I knew they would fit me, so I pulled them on without much else in the way of a plan. I continued looking through, wearing only the black stockings. In the mirror, I watched my cock grow hard at the idea of what was happening. The feeling of the fabric against my legs was nice, and the image of the two women waiting outside was even nicer. Barely anything in the bag would actually fit me without ripping, so I pulled out a plaid skirt that velcroed at the waist. I wrapped it around myself and saw that my cock was holding it up in the front. I tried to focus on going soft and took some deep breaths. As my cock started to soften, it kept its swolen state and hung down below the skirt, semi visible. I smiled in the mirror, satisfied with the absurd, yet still somehow sexy look I pulled together, but it was still missing something - a touch of masculinity. I pulled a ripped Ride the Lightning tee that I long ago cut into a tank top from my closet and threw it on. It showed off my obliques and arms which worked in my favor. I tucked the front into the skirt and took one last look in the mirror. It had a sort of punk feel to it.
When I walked out into the living room, the girls were taking pictures of each other on my phone. I tried to resist the immediate urge to get hard, at least until they saw my outfit as intended. I think the further swelling helped, because when the girls looked at me, they didn't laugh like I thought they might. Instead, they looked impressed.
They dressed up, and so had I.
"Not a dissapointment to me." Our friend said.
"I agree." My wife winked at our friend and then took two seductive steps towards me. She put her hand on my chest and handed me my phone, "Here, you can record, but you have to send everything to the group when we're done." My wife said to me.
"Any other rules I should know about?" I addressed both of them.
"You can't cum in me." our friend said, taking three steps towards me. She turned on the last step and bent over so that her ass pressed into the growing cock beneath my skirt, "But on is ok."
Then I hit record. But this story was never about that.
