3 comments/ 76967 views/ 15 favorites Fifties Housewife By: Gerilynn69 I walked in Timeless Fashions to see if anything new had arrived. Sheila smiled and said, "I have some new things I think you'll love." She waved me to follow her behind the counter and into the back of the store. Sheila has known me for a few years now. I fumbled into her store trying to buy a dress for Halloween. She was warm and helpful and treated me as just another customer not a man buying a dress. Since that time I have become a regular customer and she holds things she knows I like. That day it was a beautiful Roussel corselet from the early 1950's. It had satin panels in front and back beautiful satin and lace cups and six garters. I had never seen one so beautiful. Sheila specializes in fashions from the forties and fifties and she has helped me transform my look from tramp to princess. I have gotten rid of all those stripper clothes I fantasized about in school. Now looking in a mirror I see a young housewife in a sheath dress or a swing dress prim and confidently sexy. Darren, my boyfriend, thought it was wonderful when I changed from his boyfriend to June Cleaver housemate and lover. Sheila seemed to see potential right from the start. I had come in looking for a costume for a party Darren and I were attending. He had suggested we go as Danny and Sandy from Grease. He knew how much I enjoyed dressing up as a woman. Sheila thought it was a great idea after I told her. She took me under her skirt and taught me why those women of the fifties were so alluring. First she showed me a beautiful yellow print dress. From a broad white collar it tapered down to a waist so small I could not see how I would ever get into it. It had a matching belt, and although it was made of cotton the dress looked like sunshine. Sheila said, "It is not what is on the outside but the foundation that made dresses like this."She had me make an appointment for the next day after I was free from work. That night I told Darren about my new dress and how I had found help with my costume. I said, "You better not just show up in a white t-shirt and jeans buddy!" He just laughed. I could not concentrate at work all the next day. I kept dreaming of wearing the dress and how much I hoped it would look beautiful on me. I have dressed up before. We have been out on Halloween while I had dressed as some comic fantasy but I was always a boy in a dress. I had never gone out trying to look a woman it had always been a costume. This was different. I wanted to be Sandy or June. Sheila was ready for me when I arrived. She does private fittings in the back of her store. First she had me go into the dressing room and disrobe. I found soft white panties, a girdle and a dressing robe waiting for me. Sheila reassured me that I was going to be beautiful and instructed me to put on the panties, shaper and the robe and we could begin. The shaper was a Rago all in one with an open bottom. It took me a few minutes to get into it. I felt as if I had put on woman's skin. It was wonderfully tight and the most erotic thing I had ever worn. As I came out from the dressing room Sheila smiled saying, "Now slip off the robe and let me see you." Shyly I allowed the robe to slide down my body. I seemed to take so long and feel so wonderful. I stammered, "I have never dressed like this before. I, I never wanted to look like a real woman. I have never felt this way before." "But you are built like a woman. You have wonderful skin and your blush is priceless. What woman wouldn't want that rich red hair? Oh, and freckles are wonderful on you! When we are done you will have men opening doors and whispering in your ear."Sheila laughed. Next she had me slowly turn around. When I was facing her again she reached into a box next to the door and told me to put my hands down at my sides. Then she slipped some forms into the cup of the shaper instantly adding weight to the cups. With a little adjustment I had 34b bust. I was shocked at the change in the balance of my body. She then had me slip on some shiny yellow 3-inch heels. I stood slowly and took small steps trying to balance my front and back. She had me walk around the fitting area until I was stable and confident enough for the next layer. Sheila pulled four-inch wide band of satin out and had me reach up and hold on to the doorframe. The satin was a waist nipper and she wrapped it around me just above my hips. At first I could see no way this was going to fasten around me. She loosened the laces and gently pulled until it snugly fit around me. Slowly she tightened the laces. I could feel my body struggle into this new shape. My waist went from a respectable 28 inches to a tiny 24 inches. I was again amazed at the changes this feminine skin had made in me. "Slowly lower your arms and hold onto the door for support."She said. I did as she asked and realized I had been holding my breath. I slowly breathed in again and felt like I could not get enough air. She held my elbow until I was steady. The she again had me walk around to get used to the changes. Next she asked "are you ready for the dress?" Instantly I said, "Yes!" She placed it onto carpet and opened it. She said, "Carefully step into the dress and I will pull it up." I gingerly stepped into the circle of yellow and she drew it up to my waist. She helped me put my arms into the sleeves and settle it around my waist. Then she drew the zipper up my back and the dress conformed to my upper body hugging me tightly. Just as Sheila has said it was not the dress but the foundation that made the look. I was so excited I wanted to dance! Sheila laughed and smiled but insisted I calm down. I realized why when I felt a little lightheaded. She soothed me saying, "Your body is not used to being so squeezed. It will take a few days to get used to all this." It then dawned on me that this might be a new way of life for me. I felt as if I was in the right shape for the first time in my life. Sheila then unzipped the dress and said, "This will need to be taken in. I have a couple of dressed for you to try. Oh and we need stockings for those legs." She went into the front and returned with a sheath dress, a skirt and blouse, housedress, and some packages for stockings. I was so excited I wanted to try everything at once. Over two hours I did just that and Sheila showed me how to put my hair back into a more feminine ponytail and to use a scarf. She showed me a little makeup and assured me she would help me more. She had me try on three pairs of shoes. One pair was a lovely pair of stiletto heels. I was wearing a tight light blue blouse and full black and white checked skirt when she finally said our time was up. She asked if I wanted to change to go home? I thought about it for a second and asked her, "Do you think I can pull off stopping at the grocery store or would I be silly?" "No, honey you look wonderful. We can touch you up and no one will know you are not a woman." I smiled and said, "I'll wear it home!" I had to rush to the grocery store. I guessed I just had enough time to get dinner ready before Darren would get home from work. I was in the check out line when I realized I had no cash and would have to use my debit card. I got to the head of the line and the woman scanned my purchases. She took my card and asked for my I.D. I blushed and handed her my driver's license. She looked at it, then at me and smiled. She said, "I like your look." "Thank you." "Would you like some help out miss?"She stressed the miss. Blushing I said, "No, no thank you." Getting home I could not decide if I was excited or terrified at the way I was treated. When I had been out dressed before I had always gotten that look from people. The look of there is a guy in drag. I had been prepared for that, not the polite normal exchange I had received in the grocery. I stopped in front of a mirror to take a closer look at myself. My face looked softer with make up but it was definitely me. My hair, brushed out, in a perky ponytail with a pretty ribbon was new. My body was something totally new. I had perky breasts and a tiny waist. My tight light blue blouse and my full black and white checked skirt showed it off with a broad black belt. Pulling myself away from my reflection I began to put together Darren's dinner. I was still working on dinner when he arrived home. I rushed to the refrigerator and grabbed a beer for him. Brushing my skirt I rushed to meet Darren in the living room. As soon as had seen me he stopped as if he had walked into a wall. Taking that as a compliment I smiled and just like one of those housewives in a 50's sitcom I kissed his check and handed him his beer while taking his case from his hand. "Hello honey! How was work today?"I had decided to ignore my new look and play the housewife to the nines. He stammered "Oh it was fine. How was your day?" "Oh, I had a wonderful day! Dinner is a few minutes away would you like to sit and read the paper in your chair?" Playing along he moved to the only chair in our living room and sat. I handed him the paper and took off his shoes. I helped him put his feet up on the ottoman. I stood twirled on my toe and went back to the kitchen to finish dinner. Usually we ate out or take out and we almost always had dinner on the couch if we ate at home. I had set the table with a old tablecloth one of our mothers had given us. I called to Darren that dinner was ready. We ate discussing our day as if nothing was unusual at all. The unspoken tension hung warmly in the air. I could tell he was excited by the changes in our relationship. Finally Darren said, "You look beautiful." "Thank you honey anything for my wonderful man."I gushed. I quickly stood and cleared the table as he sat there trying to understand me. I was rinsing the dishes when I felt him come up behind me. His hands came to rest on my tiny waist. I felt his breath on my neck and his lips brush my skin. He whispered, "I want you, I want your body, I want you right now." I leaned back into his body. I felt his arms wrap around me, and his erection against my butt. He nibbled on my ear and I pushed my body back against his body. His hands began to roam over my body. Squeezing my hips, I could feel him rubbing himself against me. Breathlessly he whispered again, "I want you now. I need you now." I moaned imagining Darren taking me right here in the kitchen. I was so excited by the thought that I nearly orgasmed! Coming back to the moment I felt his hands pulling up my skirts. He dropped to his knees. His hands found my legs and them my hips. He pushed my skirt up around my waist. I leaned over resting my elbows the counter. His hands roamed over my legs and butt. He kept up a running dialog, "Your so sexy. Your legs feel so hot in these stockings. Your butt is so hot framed in that girdle." His words were exciting me so much I finally did orgasm. My knees buckled and I felt him support me. "I can see you are so wet for me. I am going to take you right here." He pulled my panties down exposing my butt and my soft wet cock. I had cum all over my butt. He ran his mouth all over my cock. It was so sensitive I begged him to take me. He shifted his mouth to my butt. He gently licked me. He teased me. I kept pushing back at him and he would move away. All the while getting me wet. He stood I did not want to move I just wanted to feel him in me. I heard his pants fall to the floor. He reached onto the counter and took the olive oil. I heard him sigh. I asked him softly,"Please honey, take me. Make me yours make me your wife." I felt him move behind me again I felt the head of his cock rub against my opening. I pushed back and he teased me more pulling away. Then I felt him push gently into my willing body. Finally he leaned over and whispered in my ear, "I am going to take you my wife. You are going to please me. From now on you will be my wife." He slowly sank his cock completely into me. He was always an attentive lover but our roles had changed. I willingly, wantonly, gave myself to him. He pushed me into an almost standing position my hands against the upper cabinets he softly bit my neck and began to slowly fuck me. My body responded to his. I was emotionally consumed by his lovemaking. He kept his pace slow and steady while his hands roamed over my body. He whispered how much he loved me and how much he liked my new outfit. I was close to crying with the emotions running through me. I was pushing back to meet his every stroke and feeling another orgasm approaching when he stopped. He held me tightly by the waist and whispered, "Gerilynn you are all mine. You are mine to do with as I please. Are you ready? I moaned, "Yes!" I felt him shift and then he pulled me hard onto his cock. He held me tightly as he rammed his cock into me. I came again. I could feel my wetness running down my leg. My spasms excited him and he picked up his pace. I was crying and moaning as he fucked me harder and harder. Then he thrust into me hard and deep. I felt him throb and I felt the warm splash of his cum inside me. My knees buckled and I came once again, he pushed me onto the counter. He lay over me telling me what a good wife I was. He kept repeating, "Gerilynn, Gerilynn." Slowly he softened and I felt his cock slipping out of me. I pushed back trying to keep him in me but he had to withdraw. I felt faint and giddy and exhausted as he helped me to the floor. As I lay on the floor of our kitchen I could feel his cum warming my inner thighs as it escaped my butt. The combined wetness of our cum, soaked my stockings from my knees to my trembling butt. My new husband held me as I continued to tremble from my orgasm. He kissed me lovingly and whispered sweet soothing nothings into my ear. Fifties Housewife AUTHOR NOTE: I think every female submissive has had the delicious thought (especially since Mad Men came out) of that perfect housewife image-selfless, caring, perfectly coiffed, with the perfect dinner, and completely powerless against her dominant husband...and what he might do to her because he can...Enjoy! ***** "Honey? I'm home..." He unlocked the door and had walked in, happy to meet his perfect wife. "In the kitchen, darling!" He smelled something delicious in the air. Taking off his coat and his shoes, he followed the smell. He'd married Anna just over a year ago. They'd met at a department store over the holidays. She'd been working as a temp sales associate, and he thought she was gorgeous. She was gorgeous. Cute, petite brunette, with a catching smile and a tight, tiny body. Her breasts were huge, wrapped up tightly like two presents. She was a people pleaser, she bent over backwards to make everyone happy in the busy season. He'd asked her out. She'd accepted. Over the next three months, they'd dated and gotten to know each other. He was a lawyer who worked long hours and made good money. She was a sales-woman who hated her job. He was aggressive, she was mild-mannered and sweet. After two months, he'd asked her if she was in her dream job. She laughed and said no. "So what's your dream job?" She had laughed and blushed. "You know," she said vaguely. "Tell me," he'd insisted, and finally she had. "I kind of don't want to work. I don't like it. I don't feel natural. I don't fit in." He'd proposed to her a few weeks later. They'd planned and married in three months. Anna was perfect- she was young, beautiful, and incredibly submissive. She was eager to please in bed, working hard to make him have incredible orgasms. She gave herself fully into the lifestyle of the childless housewife-she cooked, she cleaned, she looked good all of the time. It was fantastic. She catered to his every whim. He looked into the kitchen to find her there now, stirring some kind of sauce on the stove. She was wearing a low cut button down with no bra, her huge tits straining against the tight fabric, the buttons pulling. He could see her nipples against the fabric. A strand of pearls was around her neck, and her hair was up in a lady-like updo. The ruffly skirt she was wearing was tiny, barely grazing her ass cheeks, and she had on five inch heels, making her petite frame nearly five six, and her legs miles long. He hardened a little as she stirred the sauce, her breasts moving under the shirt. She flashed him a smile. "Hello darling! I'm running a couple of minutes late...yoga went long today!" His face turned into an angry scowl. "You had all day to go." "I know," she said. "I'm sorry." She took the sauce off the stove. "Were you wearing that? Jesus, you're not even wearing a bra!" She blushed. "No, it's just for you." He ignored her. "If you're going to dress like a slut, you might as well take it off." Her face fell. He strode over, caught her shirt and and ripped it open, pulling it off her shoulders and dropping it on the floor. He knew that the lack of bra was for him. She was self-conscious of her large breasts, afraid that they would quickly sag. At twenty two, they were ripe and perfect. Her waist was barely twenty inches, and her breasts were a 30DDD. They looked monstrous, but he loved them. "Just be like that." She gulped, and then nodded. His erection was huge. It strained painfully against his pants. She turned and opened the oven to check the roasting chicken. He had caught a profile that he'd never forget. She had opened the oven and was peering into it like a good housewife. Her breasts hung forward as she leaned over, and he strand of pearls around her neck \fell seductively into the breasts. Her ass was in the air and he could see just a hint of bright pink panties.. "How was work?" she asked, closing the oven. He didn't answer and instead pulled her up onto a counter, and kissed her hard, grinding himself into her. She let him squeeze her breasts, and as he began to breathe hard, she pushed him away. "The chicken will burn! Don't you want to enjoy it?" Her eyes were innocent. She hopped down from the counter and began to bustle around the kitchen, still topless. Because he had told her to stay that way. "Be a dear and set the table?" In a stupor of hunger, he slammed down cutlery and plates, and she brought out a roast chicken and a bowl of mashed potatoes. She set them down next to the large pan of soft chocolate cake that was his favorite. It was frosted and cooled already. "Ready," she beamed? "Does my darling husband need anything else?" She stood in front of her perfectly cooked dinner. A gorgeous, perfectly made up brunette, with a sexy updo and pearls, completely topless, teetering on heels because she knew he loved them, in front of the meal she'd been preparing for hours. The table was set with china, roast chicken, mashed potatoes with gravy fresh from the stove, a beautiful salad with pomegranate seeds and home made dressing, and of course that perfect cake. What the hell? He strode over to her and whirled her over so she was facing the table. Pressing up to her from behind, he took a tit in each hand and squeezed. Hard. She gave a gasp of protest. "Dan! The food will get cold!" "I am the man of this house," he said hotly into her ear. "I say when we eat." He squeezed harder, until she whimpered, pressing himself into her from behind. He bit into her shoulder and she cried out in pleasure. "Who's the master of your house?" "You are," she whispered. "And the master of your pussy?" "You are!" she cried out, as he rolled her nipples in his fingers. He pushed her down on the table, her tits falling into the chocolate cake. He pulled down her skirt, and her panties, stopping to take it in. She was bent over, her bare ass in the air, her panties and skirt around her ankles, balancing precariously on her heels. Her head was on the table, laid to one side. Her magnificent tits were pressed into the cake, smashing it with their weight. She didn't move, her body exposed for his pleasure. He unzipped himself, taking a second to stroke his hard cock before slowly sliding into her pussy. He never checked to make sure she was wet. She was always wet for him, as if she stayed in a constant state of arousal, in preparation for when he might want her. She made a soft strangled sound, bracing her arms against the table, one on each side of the cake pan. He withdrew slowly and she closed her eyes, biting her lip. He slammed into her this time and she cried out with pleasure. She felt her tits be pushed further into the cake with every thrust. She felt the still slightly warm cake give under each thrust, the mashed cake and frosting coating her tits, until her nipples hit against the cold hardness of the pan. "Uh...ugh...unh..." she kept moaning with every thrust, absorbing the force of his hips, crying out louder every thrust. "Yeah?" he asked her, growling with pleasure. "Ugh...yes...yes..." she moaned. "Yeah. I'm your fucking master. I say when we fuck, and we fuck whenever I want you." "Umnh, yes, yes, yes," she answered. She could feel the cake permeating the space underneath her tits, the movement of their frenzied sex causing her tits to roll into it harder and harder. The frosting melted with her body heat, slipping down her cleavage. She had worked so hard on this cake. She had spent over two hours just on that cake. He pounded into her, harder and harder. The table moved just an inch with every thrust, and soon, he picked up her hips to keep fucking her, moving with the table until he slammed in into the wall. Hands under her hips, he braced himself and thrust as hard and as fast as he could, until he felt her pussy contract with her orgasm. She cried out as she came, and he felt the roar of ownership fill his ears as he dragged her off the table, spun her around and forced her down on her knees. Bracing his legs once again, he took his slippery cock in his hand and jerked violently until he came, aiming the first burst at her face, covering her with his cum. He came at her face until he had nothing left, and then held his cock out to her. She sucked it clean of both their juices, and then stayed kneeling for him. He looked at her, smiling at the result of their fuck. His perfect little housewife, on her knees, skirt still around her ankles, huge tits covered with frosting and cake, face dribbling with his mark, the pearls filthy with all of it. "Did you want more, honey?" she asked in a small voice. He smiled. "Why don't you get me some dinner on a plate?" She smiled nervously. "Let me just clean up?" "Nope. You look great." he sat down, dick still hanging out of his pants, at the table. She started cutting apart the chicken, serving him quickly and setting the plate in front of him. "Anything else, dear?" "Yes, actually. Can you get the butter, please?" Fifties Housewife After the Party I had not fallen asleep after Darren had, exhausted, after the party and the incredible lovemaking we had shared. I just couldn't come down from the high and emotions of the whole direction we had taken. I was lying spooned against him, his warm cock nestled warmly against my ass. My nightgown seemed to make the heat of his cock that much more distracting and exhilarating. I had taken to wearing the nightgowns when I realized how much they turned Darren on and in turn excited me. I have been wakened more than once by his incredibly hard cock rubbing up and down my silk covered butt. I wanted to feel his cock harden against my body but I knew he would not awaken again. It has been a night to remember and all I was thinking about was getting him inside me again. His seed was still seeping from me as the clock ticked off the hours reminding me how long the day had been. I had arrived at Jane's to get ready for the party. Sheila was there as well and I thanked her for all her support again. She had my dress and the shoes to go with it. My dress was sunshine yellow from the fifties. I was going to be Sandy, the innocent girl who met Danny in the play Grease. Sheila and Jane helped me to get into my corset and petticoats. Jane had liked the idea so much that she had bought a poodle skirt and sweater to wear. The party had been a plot my coworkers and Darren had cooked up to get me into a dress. After their success getting me to dress up we had to go to a real party. They took me to one of the cities biggest costume parties put on by a local TV station as a benefit for a local charity. The top prize for the evening was one thousand dollars. There was fifties cover band to dance too and everyone in our party had dressed in fifties costumes. Jane was in her poodle skirt, Sarah was dressed as Rizzo the Pink Lady and Sam was dressed as a Pink Lady as well. Darren was wearing black leather jeans a white T-shirt and a black leather motorcycle jacket. Jeff, Sarah's husband, and John, Jane's boyfriend was wearing the same outfit as Darren. They all looked so good. We had arrived in two groups, the girls all rode together to the party in a pink, 1956 Cadillac Limousine. The boys drove separate cars I would find out later. The girls and I started drinking while we were getting dressed. They kept my glass filled with rum punch the entire time. They managed to get me feeling very good by the time we arrived at the party. We met up with the boys and they complimented me on how good I looked. I was the center of attention and I had a dance partner every dance. The boys kept trading off when Darren needed a drink. His hands roamed over me during the slow dances. I just melted into his chest when he held me closely. His hands felt so strong and firm as he held my waist or let them slip down to my butt. I was so excited, distracted and intoxicated that the girls never left me alone. Between songs the girls would grab me and pull me into the ladies room. They would help me with my make up and chat me up. They were the most animated when a strange guy had asked me to dance and I had accepted. He had roaming hands and he nearly ended his night early when Darren caught sight of him with his hands on my butt. We all sat down took a break after that and I only danced with Darren the rest of the night. When the contest started we were called to the stage as one of the group entries. We lost to a group of pirates and we went back to our table. Then I heard my name called over the P.A. system. "Gerry Queen best male costume" was announced. I looked around and Jane and Sarah stood up and pulled me to my feet. Jane said, "Good luck honey but I think you have this one in the bag." Sarah gave me push toward the stage as I looked back at Darren. He smiled and blew me a kiss. I was in the line up of vampires, Roman soldiers, and pirates. They called each of our names and the crowd applauded. I was not the only guy dressed as a woman but the others looked like guys in drag. When my name was called the applause was very loud. It came down to a Johnny Depp look alike and me. It took three calls to decide but the Johnny Depp took the first prize. When I came off the stage Darren grabbed me and kissed me. I guess he could see how mad I was. "Now honey please calm down, you were fantastic!" he shouted over the music. "You put me in for that didn't you?" I asked. He shook his head and I looked at Sam and she was smiling like a Cheshire cat. Darren leaned down to me and asked, "Are you ready for some quiet time?" I looked into his eyes and smiled, "I don't think I will be quiet tonight!" I moved to kiss him. Just as we were getting ready to go the girls grabbed me and dragged me to the ladies room one more time. So many girls and women congratulated me and complimented me on my dress. They kissed me and hugged me. Jane just beamed and said how wonderful the night had gone. Sarah handed me a small package and then pushed it into my purse. She said, "It's for tonight." We freshened up and headed back to the boys. Darren took my arm and escorted me to our car. The trip home was one of those times when time itself changes. I thought we had just gotten into the car when we were back in our garage. Darren said it seemed to take forever. That was probably because I was so excited I had his pants undone before he had started the car. I alternated between holding his hard cock and licking him and smelling the leather of his pants. I realized we were home when he reclined his seat and put his hands in my hair. I took him into my mouth. His long thick cock smelled so intoxicating and it felt so good knowing he was so excited. His hands slid over my butt and he was trying to get under the layers of petticoats and the skirt of my dress. Finally he gave up and pulled me up and kissed me. "We need to go inside" he said. We went into the living room and stood kissing and moving slowly dancing to a distance slow tune. His hands and arms held me closely. I could feel his hard cock against my belly as we made out. Finally he said, "I want to take you right now Gerilynn. I want you so bad. Bend over the couch! You have been teasing me all night. You dancing and teasing that guy. Now bend over!" I must have looked shocked or surprised because he softened his tone and turned me around gently. "You are my wife and I need you." I was beyond ready but his tone had shocked me and now his hands gently pushed me over the arm of our couch. I felt his hands pushing my dress up. The petticoats and the dress moved up my stocking covered legs. I felt vulnerable and so incredibly turned on by his unexpected actions. He came up against what Sheila called the virginity garment. I was wearing a panty girdle to keep my own hard cock from showing. His hands ran over my tightly covered ass and I couldn't help myself I pushed back against his touch I wanted him as bad as he wanted me. He moved his hands up to my waist trying to get past the waistband of the girdle so he could pull it off. My dress was too tight to let him reach. "What's this? You don't want to please me? I want relief right now." He grumbled then I felt his hard cock on my ass. It is sliding over my girdle. His hands are holding me tightly to his crotch. He was rubbing his cock on my girdle! I was being teased by his rhythmic masturbation against my girdle. "No honey, please, let me up I can get it off. I need you." I begged. He leaned over and gently bit my ear and I felt his wetness spreading over my ass. He bit me a little harder as he spasmed again. I started to cry. I don't know why but tears started to fall over my cheeks. I moaned gently the hot wet cum was intensely erotic and emotional at the same time. He collapsed over my back pinning me to the couch. I knew he had just orgasmed very hard. His lips kissed my neck and ears. Finally he stood and his hands moved up my back and I felt the zipper of my dress being pulled down. He helped me slip out of my dress and petticoats, to keep them from getting stained by his cum. I stood in front of him wearing the foundations that seemed to turn him on so much. I was wearing the panty girdle, a waist-cinching corset with garters, stockings, and a long line bra. He looked me over with hunger in his eyes. His wet sticky cock was hanging out of his leather pants and I had to drop to my knees and take him into my mouth again. His cock tasted so good and his smell with the leather was intoxicating. He pulled me to my feet after a few minutes and said, "Get me a drink sweetheart. Then why don't you slip into something, a little less restrictive?" The way he paused between saying something and a, was so sexy. I went and fixed him a rum and coke. Then I picked up my dress and purse and slipped into the bedroom. I called Darren in to help me get out of my restrictive garments. I knew how much this would excite him. When it was time to remove the panty girdle I bent over the armchair and he rolled it down just to my knees. He held me down over the chair and his hand pushed between my thighs. I felt his hand move up to my crotch. He leaned down to my ear and whispered, "Are you ready for me? Are you ready my sweet girl?" His thumb slid between my cheeks and touched my asshole. I felt it push gently in. It slid in easily I had readied myself earlier. I moaned, "Oh yes honey! I am ready for you I am so ready." He pushed my girdle to my ankles and laughed, "You better be. Now get dress and meet me in the living room." I just collapsed on the chair. He had just teased me and dismissed me and I had to get myself together. I had almost orgasmed from his touch and now I had to wait again. I collected myself and finished removing my evening-wear. I was in the bathroom when I remembered the package the girls had given me. I rushed to get it. It was a small box. Inside were a key and a note. The note read: Gerilynn, This key opens the suitcase in your closet. Have a good night we can't wait to hear the juicy details. Sarah had signed it. I opened the suitcase and found three packages. In the first was a beautiful pair of black and red rumba panties and a matching merry widow. There was also a pair of black stockings with red lace ruffles. Darren called from the front room for me to come to him. He said, "Honey are you going to come out here or do I need to come in there?" I said I would be just a minute and started getting into the new clothes. I made sure to slide the panties over the garters. I took a second to look at myself in the mirror and put on a dark red lipstick. I stepped into the living room and Darren was sitting in his chair. He smiled at me and said "Stop, stop right there I want to look at you." He had rearranged the furniture so his chair and a dining room chair were the only seats available and the coffee table was covered with a blanket. There were candles lit and some soft music playing. The lights were low but the curtains were open. He was wearing his leather pants and a wife beater under shirt. He looked very handsome and hot. He was just so hot all I could think of was how excited I was being in front of this man. He looked me over and asked me to turn around so he could see my back. I turned slowly on my toe. His smile settled into a look of happy hunger. He motioned me to come sit on his lap. I gently settled myself onto his lap and he touched my breasts. They were another gift from the girls. They were glued on. He was fascinated by them and nuzzled them with his face. He ran his hands over my body feeling everything. Each moment was so exciting and each touch built my excitement even more. Then he put his hands on my hips and pushed me up to my feet. "You want me don't you honey?" He said almost a whisper. "Yes, yes I do." I stammered. My mouth was dry and I had a hard time talking. "Take off my pants. You will find I am ready for you too." He smiled. I kneeled down and ran my hands up his leather-covered thighs. He leaned back so I could unbuckle his belt and undo his fly. He raised his hips to allow me to slide them down. I pulled them to mid-thigh and stopped. His hard cock was standing straight up. "Sit on my lap." He said as he touched my chin. "Sit on my lap let me feel those ruffles." I stopped pushing my panties down and pulled them back snug over my ass. I sat down sliding down his thighs until his cock was resting in my ass and ruffles. I started to gently grind my ass onto his cock. It was frustrating and exciting all at once. I felt him twitch and grind into my ass. He was enjoying this allot. I was really starting to feel how sexy this was and how incredible his cock felt on my ass. I put my hands on his knees and leaned forward so I could use my hips better against his cock. I arched my back trying to feel more of him. I was getting a rhythm and was close to an orgasm when he stopped me. "You are a hot slut aren't you? I bet you would sit on me right here wouldn't you. I bet you would ride me right here. Tell me what do you want?" He said as he pulled me onto his cock. "Yes," I moaned. "Yes, I want you." "That's not good enough what do you want!" "I want to feel you inside me. I want to ride your hot cock right now! I want you feel you cum in me!" I moaned. "You are teasing me! You are teasing me!" "OK stand up!" He replied. I stood and he went to the dining room chair and sat down his cock in his hand. "It's right here!" I moved over to him. I slid my panties off and turned so I could sit on his cock. I put my hands on his knees again. They were still covered in leather. I slid my ass over his thighs again and felt his cock resting in my crack. I leaned forward and felt the tip slide into place. I leaned back slowly feeling him filling me up. He was big, bigger than usual and I had to take him slowly. My thighs were burning and finally I had to take all of him. I stopped letting myself get used to him. "I want to feel you orgasm." He whispered. "I want to feel you cum from my cock." All I could do was moan. I was so very close to that orgasm. I leaned forward sliding him out. His cock slid out until his head was just against my prostate. I paused. It was like an electric charge and I was ready to cum. I had to slide down him again. I felt him fill me and the charge was gone. I was almost crying to orgasm. 

I leaned forward again, and again his head rested against my pleasure spot and I screamed and orgasmed. My legs gave out and he slammed into me as my body began shuddering. I was cumming and cumming. I couldn't stand. He held me on his lap. I was impaled on his cock and having a prolonged powerful orgasm. My cock, soft and flaccid, was squirting out buckets of cum. He kept up quiet encouragement, "That's it honey. Yes, cum for me. Take it. Take it and cum for me. This is yours. This is all yours." Finally I had to unplug from him and I slid onto the floor. I was overloaded. I could only squeeze my thigh together and let it happen. After what seemed like hours Darren was holding my head and stroking my hair. He handed me a glass of cool water. I drank it down and kissed him. He whispered, "When your ready you should look at the next box. I am far from done with you tonight. I just wanted to know honey your wifely duties are not done." I smiled and wobbled to my feet. He helped me to the bedroom and left me on the bed. "When you are ready come back into the living room." I cleaned myself up and took out the next box. It was heavier and bigger. I tore it open. Inside were a short pleated skirt and a sailor style white blouse. It also had a pair or white over the knee socks, sexy little white ruffled panties, bra and a neckerchief. In the box below were penny loafers. I laid it all out and realized this was a sexy schoolgirl uniform. I immediately went to the bathroom to re do my face. Darren was going to be so turned on by this uniform. I washed my face and put on a peaches and cream innocent girl look. I slipped into the uniform. It seemed to be a real uniform but the skirt was daringly short and the socks were obviously just for sex. I bent over to see how far it took to make my panties show. It took very little to show my pantied bottom. With another quick look I rushed into the front room. Darren was sitting in his chair. His leather pants open and his cock just visible. A look of surprise washed over his face then a look of lust just as quickly replaced it. He said, "You look like this boy's fantasy." I spun a pirouette then curtsied. He ordered me to get him a drink. I spun on my toe and walked as sexy as I could to the kitchen. I could feel his eyes on me the entire way. I pulled out the rum and in a moment of inspiration I mixed him a rum punch and put an umbrella in it with a slice of pineapple. I sashayed back to him holding the fu-fu drink out to him. He smiled and said in a mock growl, "You are a bad girl! Bringing me a girly drink like this. You will have to be punished." I did my best innocent expression of shock and fear. He put the drink down and grabbed my hand. He took me roughly and pulled me over his lap. I squealed, I am afraid to say, as I fell across his lap. I felt my skirt flip up and his hot hand on my pantied ass. He stroked me slowly saying, "Well now little Gerilynn it is finally time to pay for all the teasing you have given me. "Wearing this little girl outfit is the last straw. You have teased me and cum on me but now it's time for me to take you. You are going to please me now you little girly boy. Yes, you dress as a woman now but you are still a sissy you are my sissy these lacy panties give you away. I am going to make you squeal and beg for me to let you cum in your lacy sissy panties." His monolog was turning me on and I was nodding my head as he talked. Admitting how right he was. Then his hand landed hard on my ass. I cried out in shock and surprise. The hot hand print on my ass was burning. His hand came down again he spanked me hard. I started to cry for real hot tears from the pain of his spanking. "Please stop! I will be good! Please!" I cried as I tried to wiggle free. He held me tightly and spoke softly in my ear. "You better be good little girl or you will get a real spanking not just a few swats." He helped me up and said, "Now it is time for you to fulfill your wifely duties. Lay down on the coffee table." I lowered myself to the table sitting on the end nearest him. He was kneeling between my knees and took my face in his hands. He kissed me gently and pushed me down onto my back. He lifted my legs and rested them on his thigh as his fingers slid up under my skirt. He tugged my panties down slowly over my thighs and calves. His hot hand on my skin made me want him more. Then he took my feet into his hands as he slid to the floor. He spread my feet and guided them to rest behind his back as he moved his body to mine. "Now," he said, "I am going to enjoy this." He reached down and I heard a snap and he held up a cock ring. "This kept me from going to far earlier. Now I am going to fill you. Now I am going to cum in you!" I pulled him towards me with my legs urging him to fill me with his beautiful cock. I felt it enter me and slide all the way home. His hands grabbed my hips and pulled me tightly to his. I felt him throb and flex as he worked his abs pumping me without thrusting. I tried to move my hips and my ass to make him thrust into me but his grip was too tight. "You are so damn tight and hot I just love to feel you grip me." He said softly. "You are so damn big I just love to feel you moving in me." I moaned. He took the hint and began to move in me. He pushed my feet to his shoulders and began to fuck me. Gradually he moved with more force. Building to a rhythm of hard deep strokes. I was moaning and squealing as I tried to squeeze him. I was feeling my orgasm building as he slowed. His body tired from the work and sweating slowed but he kept fucking. Fifties Housewife After the Party "I am just making sure you get your moneys worth little girl. Am I hitting the right spots?" I nodded panting. His hands moved over my body and under my butt. He pulled me further off the table so my back arched and I was suspended on his cock. Then he began to fuck me harder. His cock thrusting like a piston in and out. His eyes were screwed shut and he was smiling. The position change made his cock slide over my prostate. I was screaming and orgasming. He kept up the pace for what seemed like hours and then pushed me down onto his cock. He pushed hard and I felt his orgasm as his juices washed into me. He held me there as his cock spasmed and he pumped all of his seed into me. My feet fell from his shoulders and I was sitting on him. His cock still hard nestled deep inside me. He laid back and I tried to keep his cock hard filling me but soon I felt him softening. He just laid there smiling. I felt his cock slip from me and some his juices following. I nestled his limp cock under my ass and enjoyed the feeling of his cum covered cock under me. Eventually I had to stand and I looked down on him. He was covered in cum. Mine pooled on his belly and pubic hair and his all over his cock and balls. I was tempted to clean him but reading my thoughts he said. "Just go get into bed I don't think I can take anymore tonight." So I made myself ready for my long sleepless night his seed still seeping from me. Fifties Housewife The Next Day This is a story about Gerry's life. You can read more about Gerry in the story Fifties Housewife. I have been working in a small accounting office as a bookkeeper. I work with three women in the office. Sarah is the CPA who owns the firm. She always seems to know whenever anything is going on. Jane works as our receptionist. She knows all the latest gossip and is a real sweetheart. Sam or Samantha works with me as a bookkeeper and tax preparer. She is a wild woman hiding as a bookkeeper. The whole office knows about my long-term relationship with Darren. We are treated as just another couple and we are often invited to office dinner parties or outings. At these parties inevitably I end up hanging with the office crowd while Darren drinks with the other significant others. I had taken a personal day the day before and Sarah was the first person I met in the office the day I returned to work. She had coffee started and was holding a cup in the reception area as I walked in. I was a few minutes later than usual. I was usually the one to get the coffee going and be catching up on email before everyone arrived. "So fun night last night?" Sarah said. I blushed and mumbled something unintelligible. I could not believe she had asked me that so quickly. "You did have fun last night! You are going to have to tell everyone or find a way to hide that look of satisfaction." "I, umm. Yes we had a nice night in." I said trying to imagine how she could have guessed. She asked me to follow her into her office. She told me to grab some coffee and a muffin on the way in. Following her instructions I sat across from her and she smiled again as I sipped my coffee. "So what have you and Darren been up to?" She said fishing for details. "Oh just a quiet night in. Why do you ask?" "Well for one I have not seen you this late into the office since you started here. For the second I haven't seen you wear make-up before." "Makeup? I'm not wearing makeup." I said weakly. I know I had removed the makeup just as Sheila had told me. Sarah smiled "The long wearing lipsticks are so hard to get off completely. I always wear something to cover it." I must have looked terrified "Calm down I don't think anyone would know if they didn't know you well. It's very faint but when you came in the door the light was just right. Your lips are just a little fuller and redder than normal. So what gives?" A little relieved I decided to fill her in on the changes I had been going through. "Do you know the shop Timeless Fashions?" She nodded and I went on "Well Darren and I were invited to a Halloween party at his office. We decided it would be fun to go as Sandy and Danny from Grease. I stopped in thinking I could find something fun there." Sarah nodded smiling. "Did you find something?" "Oh yes! Sheila fixed me all up. She insisted I look the part and she had me come in yesterday. We spent a few hours together and I was shocked at how much fun it was and how good I looked when we were done. Sheila insisted I could go out and do some grocery shopping without changing clothes." "So you actually put some effort into looking good this time?" Said Sarah. I had gone to a office costume party as a cheerleader once. The girls all told me how I should try to look good and not just as a guy in drag. I was a little shocked by the reactions of my co-workers and had not tried it again. "Yes, Sheila helped me so much. She pick me out a dress for the party then she helped me with a few outfits to practice in." "So you have a dress for the party?" "It is a yellow print dress with full skirts. I will have to wear petticoats under it!" Sarah looked a little surprised by my enthusiasm. "Do you have this dress at home already?" "No I have to have another fitting next week." I said smiling. "What kind of outfits did she give you to practice in?" I described the shirtwaist dress, and the sheath dress. I told her about the swing skirt and blouse outfit with the petticoats that was my favorite so far. I told her about the lingerie and foundation garments that made me feel so feminine. We talked for almost an hour until everyone else was hard at work. Sarah finally said we should get to work as well and sent me out to my computer. All day I was self conscious of my lips and tried to keep a to my computer although I did not get much work done. I thought of the night before. I couldn't help getting excited. I kept seeing Darren's face when he had first seen me. I kept feeling his hands on my body and the unmistakable pressure of his hard cock on my hip. Darren works until six every night. I usually get home, come up with a plan for dinner, and our evening before he comes through the door. That night I called for our favorite take out. I picked it up and a six-pack of our favorite beer and picked out a movie from the rental shop. Darren arrived right on time I had the movie ready to go and a beer on the tray along with his dinner. He stopped just inside the door. He looked almost puzzled. "Hey, how was work? Are you hungry?" I asked. "Yes." He said flatly. This got my attention he was always upbeat. I jumped up. "Is something wrong?" "Well I was expecting a little more." He said. "Maybe I misunderstood yesterday but I know that you made an impression." Suddenly I realized I had let him down. I was sitting in a comfortable t-shirt and baggy shorts. "I am sorry! Oh!" I stuttered. "No. No. Lets have dinner. What's the movie?" He smiled We watched the movie and ate dinner. Darren said nothing about the impression I had made. We went to bed and I knew I had to make some gesture. I had sat at work thinking about him all day and he was lying on his side facing away from me. I knew he was not asleep. I slipped out of bed and went to the spare room. I had put the other things Sheila had sold me. I found the nightgown at the bottom of the lingerie bag. It was pink rayon. I had not thought I needed a nightgown but Sheila insisted. I was learning she knew her business. The gown was gathered at the waist. It had lace net gathered at the bodice with pretty pink bows. It was modest but sexy and just what I needed. I stopped put on a dab of perfume and some lipstick, then I fluffed my hair free of its ponytail and slipped back into bed. I ran my hand over his broad shoulder and down to his neck. I felt him stir then I pushed my body against him. He rolled onto his back and I felt his hands touching me. One hand sliding slowly over my neck pulled me to his lips. The other on my hip pulled my body onto his. "Gerilynn your home." He whispered. I knew what he needed. I slid my body down his, kissing his sensitive nipples. I could feel his cock growing under me. I continued down his body biting and kissing him, very slowly. Finally I reached his crotch. His hands played in my hair pushing me down to his hard cock. I resisted, knowing he loves to be teased I mouthed his pubes. Running them through my lips and burying my nose in them as I licked the sensitive skin between his thighs and cock. He pushed his cock against my cheek and I could feel the wetness at the tip. Still I took the time to take his hot balls into my mouth. My hands held his thighs open I only used my mouth the make him want me. I gently suck first one then the other hot testy into my mouth. I licked him everywhere but his hot ready cock. He kept up a quiet monolog. "Oh yes. Gerilynn please. Oh that's hot. Take my cock please!" I realized he was getting the message. He kept rubbing his feet and calves over my silky nightgown. I looked up at him. It may have been dark but I could see the light in his eyes looking at me. I took the tip of his cock and traced my lips with it. The wet pre cum slipping over my lips just made me want to take him into my mouth. Once more I looked into his eyes as I took his cock into my mouth. His hands pulled me down over his cock. I felt it slide past my tongue and into my throat. I felt his sweet pubes on my face and I swallowed. He moaned "Gerilynn I am coming!" I pulled his cock out until just his head was in my lips and I felt splash after splash of hot sweet cum in my mouth. I could feel it on my lips trying to escape my mouth. I swallowed quickly. I licked him slowly like a long hot ice cream cone chasing the melting drips with my tongue. After too short a time he became too sensitive and pulled me up to kiss me. "So Gerilynn were you working late?" He said. "Darren, I was here all the time hiding in the closet." I whispered. "Well, I think we will need to talk about some things in the morning." He said cuddling me. Sarah again had the coffee going when I arrived at work the next day. She smiled saying. "Another long night?" I again blushed and mumbled as I got my first cup of coffee and moved for my desk hoping she would not want to have another talk. I had a lot on my mind including that I had gushed about wearing a dress to my boss just yesterday. I logged in and sifted through emails and mulling over the last few days. Around ten o'clock I was brought back to the office by Sam sitting on my desk. She said. "What are you thinking about honey?" That was when I realized everyone in the office was looking at me. I mumbled something about Darren and I. "So we were thinking of going out to brunch how about it?" Jane speaks up. "Come on we are all going get your purse!" I got my briefcase and followed the ladies out to Sarah's Range Rover. Jane sat next to me in the back seat. "So what's going on with you and Darren?" Jane pushed me. "Oh everything is fine. Really we are great." I glare at Jane. "Well you may not want to talk honey. We are doing an intervention! You are going to come clean or we are going to go right to Darren." Sam pipes up. Next thing I know we are in front of Timeless Fashions and Sheila is standing in the door. She waved us all in and I knew Sarah had told the girls. Sheila confirmed it when she pulled out the dress. "I don't have my things. Is the dress ready?" I burst out. Sarah laughs. "Like Sam said this is an intervention. You are going to tell us all and we are going to help you. I guessed yesterday but when I called Darren and Sheila today I knew. You want to be one of the girls! Sheila said the dress was ready for another fitting so while you ignored us we made all the arrangements." The look on my face must have scared them because they all tried to comfort me. Sheila grabbed me by the arm and pulled me back to the changing room. There on the bench was the same robe and a choice of panties, stockings, shapers, girdles and things that looks like corsets. "Get out of those clothes Geri and we can start." She said. "Don't you worry this will be fun." I picked a pair of bubble gum pink panties with lace all over the front and around the legs. I found an open bottom all in one with garters. I wiggled into it and attached taupe stockings to the garters. In a white box I found breast forms. They were much nicer than the ones she had sold me before. I slipped them into the cups of the bra and pulled my chest up into the cups to add to the effect. I pulled on the robe and discovered some slippers with three-inch heels. Feeling feminine and ready to face my co-workers I stepped out into the fitting room. The girls were all in various stages of undress or trying on outfits. I was shocked. I had never been out shopping with women before and was amazed at how they interacted. Sheila noticed me standing quietly and came to me. She held my elbow and pulled me into the center of the room. Sarah was holding a waist nipper that laced up the back. It was peach colored satin. She handed it to Sheila who wrapped it around my waist. Sheila had me close the front busk. Then she had Sam hold my hands as she began tightening the laces. Just as before I felt my body conforming to the shape of a slender shapely woman. I was giggling and flush when she was done. Sam supported me as I walked around the room catching my breath. I was feeling so many emotions I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Sheila had pulled the dress out and held it for me as I stepped into it. Once it was settled on my shoulders Jane zipped it up. It fit like another layer of skin from my waist to my now ample breasts. It hung limply from my hips to about my ankles. Sheila stood back looking critically telling me to turn and stop. Running her hands over the lines and seams of the bodice. Then she told Jane to unzip me. I was deflated by the almost business way it was being done. The dress slid from my body and I stepped out of it. Jane said. "Now its time for petticoats!" I turned and she was holding a mass of lace and crinolines. She held open the satin waist and I gingerly stepped into it. It had an under slip of satin and a layer of crinolines. She tied it as Sam held open another layer. Both layers snugly fit my hips. Now Sarah held my dress out. I did not see how I could get into it with the layers of petticoats around my waist. Then I realized she was holding it up so I could put it on over my head. The dress slid down my body and Sarah even helped settle it over the petticoats. I was again zipped into my dress. The petticoats brought the hem of the dress to mid-calf. Looking in the mirror I could see it was longer than the petticoats. Sheila stood back and then pointed to a low platform. "Stand right here." She patted the platform. "Wait! Doesn't she need the right shoes?" Jane asked. "Oh, yes I have them right here." Sheila reached for a shoebox. She pulled out three inch yellow pumps. I slid them onto my feet and stepped up onto the platform. I wobbled a little and Jane steadied me. They all looked astonished as Sheila pinned the hem up. Slowly turning I finally caught sight of myself in the mirrors. Sheila threatened to stick me with a pin if I didn't listen but I was astonished. The petticoats made the dress. Unfortunately in a very short time it was time to remove the dress. I again felt a little sad as I stepped out of the dress. That's when Sarah said "Now for some more everyday wear." Sheila smiled as she hung my dress saying. "I have a few things picked out already I don't have any slacks though." "Oh she won't need any for a while yet." Sarah said as she held up a suit. She turned to me and said. "This is the intervention part Gerilynn. I talked to Darren and he agreed that you, my dear, should now dress more appropriately for work and home." I now realized how much the girls already knew. I also realized I didn't care and wanted nothing more than to spend time as a woman. "I can't wait!" Well we spent the better part of the day getting me into outfits. I found out I needed work clothes, dresses for home, dresses for nights and lingerie. When Sheila was finished with me we went to a department store and I had a make over and bought makeup. We had to stop at shoe stores, a few more modern ladies shops for dresses and lingerie. When we were done we stopped at a bar and grill for a late lunch. I was overjoyed by my day and I wanted to celebrate. Sarah bought the first round of margaritas. Before I knew it I was telling the girls about what had happened the last two nights. Jane was incredibly loud when she said. "He did it right there in the kitchen while you were fully dressed!" I must have blushed deeply because Sarah spoke up. "Jane honey control yourself everyone here will thing Geri is a slut or something." "I am no slut, but, I will tell you Darren really loves the June Cleaver look!" I said as I stood and spread my arms in my best impression of a model. I was wearing a blue practical suit. The skirt tapered to an end just below my knee. The jacket belted tightly around my waist and covered my white lacy blouse with a ribbon as a bow tie. I was wearing the all in one with the waist nipper and stockings. My shoes were practical 3-inch Cuban heels. "Well he is going to love those baby dolls Sheila sold you. I don't think I have seen anything like that since I was a little girl." Sam said. "Well I am jealous Gerilynn. You are going home to a man that really loves you!" Sarah said. "You had him so confused and excited at the same time. He didn't know what to say when I called." "I would love to be a fly on the wall or better a camera in the closet tonight!" Sam laughed. "It is about time you came out girl. We have been waiting for this for quite a while." "After the cheerleader incident I thought it was going to happen!' Jane laughed. "If you had called I would have loved to help you pull that off!" "Yes I have been waiting to see you come out of that old suit and tie." Sarah said quietly. I realized then how well I had fit into this office full of women. After lunch we went back to the office and Sarah sent us all home to our men. I was more than ready to see Darren. But it was only three. I had time to get ready and to rearrange my closet. I had only come home with four dresses, three skirts and four blouses. I had come home with petticoats and negligees. I also had the other outfits I had brought home earlier. It only took a few minutes to settle the closet and the drawers. I moved all my boy clothes to the spare bedroom closet. Then I thought about dinner. I changed into a housedress. It was pleated in the front with a belt and tea length. Simple but feminine, it was very much a June Cleaver housewife dress. Darren arrived home and I greeted him at the door with a rum and coke. I took his briefcase while I kissed him. The table was set and I went to serve dinner. He went to his seat at the table and as I put his dinner plate down I felt his hand slide across my butt. I sighed and slowly moved to my place. I first felt his foot on my calf. I was a little startled but quickly started enjoying the feel of his sock covered foot exploring my leg. He ate slowly. I slipped my foot from my shoe and joined the game under the table. That was when Ella Fitzgerald began a sultry Bewitched Bothered and Bewildered on the stereo. I looked him in the eye as she sang, "thank God, I can be over sexed again." I blushed and he smiled like I had never seen him smile. The look of lust, love, and wanting raced over his face. I looked down at my plate shyly trying to cover the same thoughts that had rushed through me. He stood and came to my chair and placed his hands on it. I instinctively rose as he held my chair. I turned and looked directly in his eyes and put my arms around his neck and stood on my tiptoes and kissed him. His hands moved to my waist then my butt as he held me tightly to his chest. His hands roamed over me. He explored my new garments. His fingers found my flesh between the stocking tops and my girdle. He fingered my garters. His fingers traced the laces of my corset. He pushed my breasts up and kissed my flesh. That lit a fire in me. I found his belt and quickly loosened his slacks. The fell to his ankles and I almost tore the buttons off his shirt trying to get it off of him. He was kissing my neck and ear as I pushed his shirt off his shoulders. The fabric of his shirt covered his buttoned cuffs and I decided to take him to the bedroom. I grabbed the fabric of his shirt and pulled it over his head then I pulled him towards the bedroom. He stumbled over his slacks but quickly gained his feet. He followed me saying. "Well Miss Gerilynn you seem to have me at a disadvantage." I pushed him backwards onto the bed. "Well you seem excited to see me." I said as I pulled his boxers down his legs. "Mm! You look good enough to eat. I am so hungry for you." I took his hard cock into my mouth. I got him wet and slick running my tongue all around his cock. I felt his hands in my hair. He gently pushed me onto it but I pulled free of him. Fifties Housewife The Next Day I climbed up onto him. I pulled up my dress and sat on his hard wet cock. I wanted it. I wanted it in me. I felt him slide between my thighs and come to rest pressing into my butt. He pushed up and slid up between my tight girdle and my wanting ass. He moaned and began to pump up and down. It felt wonderful but I needed him inside me. I pushed him down and leaned forward. Our lips met as my hand found him and put his head in the right spot. His tongue pushed gently into my mouth as his cock gently pushed into me. I moaned pushing myself onto him. I felt him penetrating deeper and deeper into me. I pushed myself up sitting on him. I felt him deep in me and I touched his lips with my fingers. He sucked them into his mouth. I squeezed him with all my might. His mouth fell open and I did it again. I could feel him against my prostrate. I was dripping pre-cum onto him. I was so excited every move sent pleasure through me. He tried to push into me and I squeezed him tighter. "Oh Gerilynn you are so tight, you are so wet! I want to take you I want to cum in you." He said as he tried to lift me up. I rose up feeling every inch of my lovers cock slipping out of me. His head slipped past my prostate and I convulsed. I dropped down taking him back into me in a single motion. I was shaking and weakening. I felt like I was having an orgasm. It was slow and building every movement we made. I was short of breath and I had to drop down onto him my face on his chest. That was what he needed to regain control. His hands found my hips and pushed me up then pulled me down again and again onto his hard cock. He rolled us over my legs over his arms. He pulled his cock out of me he said, "You want me! Tell me." I begged him. "Please I need you! I need you in me! I want to feel you cum in me! Please! Please!" He smiled and said, "I knew you did." His cock slowly filled me. I felt my orgasm come when he re-entered me. I tried to squeeze him and hold him. My legs held him for a few seconds but he would not hold still. I orgasmed and felt my body go flush and spasm. I was crying. I was moaning. I pleaded with him to stop. I begged him not to. That was the longest orgasm I had ever had. It wouldn't stop. He slowed his rhythm to a grinding pace. He smiled knowing I had just had a special orgasm. He blew gently over me but he never stopped grinding his cock into me. I realized he was talking to me telling me how much he loved me. He was holding me tightly and I could feel his cock pulsing in me. I squeezed him again tightly with my whole body and I felt my muscles quiver. I felt as if my orgasm had only lessened in intensity. I was begging him to cum in me. I wanted to feel his hot cum in me. I wanted to feel him holding me tightly as his cock filled me with his orgasm. He increased his pace. He was ramming himself into me. His face was clinched, eyes closed tightly, and I knew he was close. I kept trying to hold him with my body. Then he pushed himself deeply into me. I knew he was there I had made him cum. I felt his body tense and he held me like a vise. I tried with all my strength to squeeze his cock. I felt his orgasm. It came hard, his cock exploded in me. I felt his cum in me. I suddenly felt another orgasm come over me. I was squealing and thrashing as his cock pumped his seed into me. He collapsed on top of me his cock buried in me. His breathing slowly returned to normal. He lay on me kissing my neck thanking me again and again. I could not stop trembling. My muscles were clenched and I could not breathe. His cock was deflating in me but I could not stop trying to hold him in me. He slid out of me. I felt his cum slipping out of me as I squeezed him one last time with my thighs and he rolled off me. I curled up into a fetal position. I was trembling and trying to breathe. I felt him pull the laces of the corset and with a pop the knot was untied. The corset loosened and Darren gently pulled the laces until I could breathe. I lay there and Darren rubbed my arms and legs. He finally helped me out of my girdle and stockings. He helped me to the bath. He kept rubbing my legs as the bath filled with wonderfully hot water. Slowly my muscles relaxed. Darren massaged the knots out of my calves and arms. He gently cared for me as I recovered. I had never had an orgasm quite like that. He was proud as a peacock and as caring as anyone could have wished. I met Sarah at the door again. I was of course later than usual. Actually I was hours late and Jane was pushing me through the door. She had a time getting me out of bed and into a dress. The questions began immediately. If you liked this please let me know and I will continue the story.