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Magic Dress - Celia Pt. 03

Part 3 CHAPTER 8 We settled into a very happy and settled married life, but after a month or so there was a surprise. Celia/Howard had been emailing and chatting online with Vanessa/Gary, and a considerable friendship had developed, always using their female names. Vanessa invited us to join them on a cruise down the River Rhine. She said that Howard could change between himself and Celia as he wished. The staff would be warned and would not mind. The company was a subsidiary of Gary's empire in some complicated way, and everything would be paid for. We agreed it would be churlish to refuse, and as we had some holiday entitlement left were able to arrange things with our employers. It had been suggested it was easier for my husband to travel to the boat as Howard because of passport checks. We have since been told that it is usually OK to cross-dress when passing borders in Europe, but it can be a problem in some countries. A limousine took us to the airport, then business class

Sub-Couple Romance Ch. 01

I am bound spread-eagle to my bed. I had fastidiously pre-set bondage ties from the four corners of my bed. I used old neckties that would not cut into my skin. Now my wrists and ankles were inescapably bound, and my girlfriend Joy hovered over my body. This had become our normal date night, dinner, then bondage sex. On our first date, she wore a wrap-around belt, which I playfully used to tie her hands behind her, and just we made-out on her couch. No clothes came off that night, but the Sub/Dom/Bondage door was opened. The next date, I told her I wanted to try bondage and about the slip-knot ties I'd added to my bed. That same night, I was bound to my bed, and she straddled-fucked me. After I came, she went to the bathroom, leaving me bound. The power she possessed eroticized the dynamic for us both. Upon return, released me, and we laid together and discussed how powerfully erotic it all had been. We delved into our new dating sexuality. Our new-normal always found me bound sp

Happy Hour at The Bar

Dedicated to Mr. R. I hope it's to your liking. "Woodford Reserve, neat, with a water back." I shifted on the leather barstool trying to find room to cross my long legs as the bartender turned to pour my drink. He was cute. His sleeves were rolled up exposing his forearms. They looked strong. The images of his tattoo sleeve climbing under the crisp white linen of his shirt sleeves called me to imagine what it looked like when he removed his shirt. My eyes traveled up his torso but were caught short when they connected with his as he leaned over to slide my drink across the bartop. His tongue darted out to moisten his lower lip as he smiled and winked at me before heading off to serve the other end of the bar. The bourbon warmed my throat and lingered on my lips. I swirled my drink losing myself in the golden toffee color, my mind circling the glass, unwinding from the work day. I became aware of a faint scent of cologne. Pleasant. While I was lost in my thoughts a gentl

Horny Wife

This is a short story about the time my wife was feeling so turned on during a car journey, that she had to finger herself to orgasm sitting next to me whilst I drove. It all happened just a few weeks ago and I really need to tell you about it. It was Saturday and my wife, Tracy, and I had travelled about 30 miles to go to the wedding of a friend of hers. The wedding was just like every other wedding and the reception was okay. We were sat at a table with two other couples, who were friendly and good company. Tracy danced a bit but I don't like dancing, so I just sat and watched. I couldn't drink as I had to drive us home, so I wasn't particularly enjoying myself. Anyway, the table had a fairly long tablecloth on it and when Tracy returned to sit next to me, I took the opportunity to feel her thigh. The room lights were quite low and the tablecloth would hopefully conceal what I was doing. Tracy was wearing an electric blue party dress which was quite short. She does not

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Teacher's dilemma Pt. 02

The next morning I woke up late. I was still in the hangover of what happened with me last night. I stood in front of the mirror, naked, seeing my body. My nipples were sore due to last night's torture. I couldn't believe that he enjoyed every bit of my body inside out. When I went to school, when I saw him approaching me, my heartbeats increased. He smiled, wished me good morning and passed by. As if nothing happened between us. The whole day was weird, remembering what happened last night and thinking about what to expect in the evening again. In the evening I did not get ready for him. I did not wear saree. Around 9 pm there was a knock on my door. It was him. Confidently he came inside the house. After I closed the door, he came near to me and put his hand on my ass. He asked while squeezing my hand, "Why are you not wearing saree?" I wanted to show him that I am no more awkward. So, I let him squeeze my ass. I moved even closer to him and confidently said, "