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Click hereMandy is still clearly excited by her sexual encounter in the bathroom with Emily and suggests we make out excuses to leave the party. After seeing my wife being eaten out by our best friend and unable to join in, I'm more than happy to go home and pleasure her myself.
"Jay, my pussy is so wet I need you to fuck me. Emily has got me so horny" she whispers in my ear as she's holding my arm walking up the road.
I can hardly concentrate, my mind still having flashbacks of the two of them making out in front of me.
"It was horny as fuck to watch believe me!" I whisper back.
As we get to our doorstep, Mandy plants a kiss on my lips asking me to go make her a drink so she can go freshen up. I don't want her to clean up her pussy, I love her wet and swollen. I do as I'm told and go make us some drinks. The kids are out at their respective friends and I'm hoping that we can have some proper fun tonight. Given the scene I've just been party to, it looks like my lucks in.
I'm looking everywhere for the wine and finally find it out in the garage much to my frustration. I make my way upstairs, wine glasses in one hand and a bottle in the other. Entering our room, Mandy is fixing her dress, and I can clearly see that she's put some flesh coloured holdups on as I look at the slit in her dress. Spotting me in the mirror, she pivots on her heels steps forward and takes the drinks from me.
"The nights young, the kids aren't back until tomorrow and your orders arrived. How about we have some fun sweetie?" she says in an angelic voice.
"Sure!"
Mandy turns to her wardrobe and takes out a clothes hanger. On it is a new black lace dress. It has see through lace at the top and on the arms to the elbow. It has a high neckline with a full back. The lower part of the dress is lined with the length of the dress to about the knee with loose pleats.
"This is for you. There's also some underwear in the top of your sock drawer. I hope I've made the right choices?"
I'm overwhelmed that Mandy has done this for me. I begin to become emotional at her acceptance.
"I, I, I don't know what to say?" is all I can manage.
"How about, please help me dress?" Mandy offers.
"Please, will you help me?"
With a smile she steps forward and begins to undress me.
She undresses me so slowly, with so much care and gentleness. As she is taking off my clothes, she continues talking to me.
"I hope I got the sizing right. It's the first time I've bought a dress for my husband and it's hard to judge sizes right."
"Thank you." I reply. At this moment my mind and body feel like they are about to separate and I'm struggling to know what to say.
I can smell Mandy and her perfume so powerfully now. Her touch to my skin as she unbuttons my shirt is warming and relaxing. Her tone so peaceful and understanding. She pulls my boxer shorts off leaving me naked in front of her, wearing nothing but my chastity. I pull her in close wrapping my arms around her, feeling her body beneath her dress and stockings on her thighs.
"I love you." I say as I gently place a kiss on her lips.
"Shall we?" she says breaking my hold and struts over to my sock drawer.
She returns with the black patterned lace body I had selected online a few days earlier although this one has suspender straps on it. She also has a pair of opaque black stockings.
"Do I need to show you how these go on?"
"I've watched you plenty of times, I think I can manage."
Mandy sits at her dresser to watch me, flashing a stocking top as she does and makes no effort to hide it.
I ensure that the crotch popper studs are closed and I step into the lace body pulling it up my legs, over my hips and up my torso. Its a closer fabric than I'm used to but I manage to work my arms though the straps. I begin to feel a mixed sense of excitement and foolishness as this sexy lace material sits on top of my slightly hairy chest.
I sit on the end of the bed to tackle the stockings. I've seen it done so many times before on films and in pornos. I make the sexy movement of pulling one over a slightly pointed toe before gently pulling it up in a fluid motion to the top of my thigh.
"Wow, you do that sexier than me. Are you sure you haven't been practising?" letting out a slight chuckle.
Mandy adjusts her position slightly on her chair as she watches, subconsciously squeezing her thighs and pussy together.
I pull the left stocking up making eye contact with her, "Just from watching you."
I stand to attach the suspenders but struggle with the clasps. Mandy steps in to help. I feel a warm feeling inside as she slides her fingertips down the band of my stockings to fix the clasp of the suspenders.
"Guess you need to work on this." as she fastens the last one before reaching for the dress. My cock flinches with excitement.
Taking it off the hanger she offers it forward to me, gesturing to step into it before raising it gently up me as I slide my arms down the lace half sleeves. Stepping behind me, Mandy fixes my underwear shoulder strap before zipping the dress up.
The dress, perhaps a size too small, feels fantastic on, giving me a womanly appearance at first glance. I am however, a man in a dress and look like that in the mirror. Slightly hairy arms and a manly stance are not helping the transformation.
"I'm so pleased it fits." Mandy genuinely looks pleased with her purchases as she walks around me.
"I bought you shoes but is that too much for a first try?"
"I'll give it a go." I quickly reply. I'm enjoying this too much to disagree.
Reaching for the bottom of her wardrobe Mandy turns with a pair of simple black suede heeled court shoes. "This was all I could find without really know your fit at such short notice."
I sit again on the bed to place them on my feet. The heel is about 3-4 inch in height. Standing is going to be fun!
Mandy holds my hands as I raise from the bed, and I have a slight wobble getting accustomed to the feeling of pairing heels. That's a point, I'm wearing heels!
I take a few ungraceful steps forward being guided like a baby taking its first steps.
"How does it feel?" Mandy asks.
"Strange. Like it's a dream."
"It feels unbelievable but looks ridiculous." I say dejected.
"You don't look ridiculous. You look like a sexy woman getting dressed for her partner."
"I can't wait to make love to you. Emily has turned me on and now it's time for the main event."
"However, let's sit for a while so you can get comfortable in your clothes and I can give some pointers on how to look even sexier." Mandy sits back at her dresser stool, crossing her leg to let her dress slip from her leg flashing her stockings once more, "You've got a lot to learn Jayne."
I love this story. It is exactly what I want to happen with me and my wife. I would truly love to have her help me dress in women's clothes, help me do my make-up, and teach me how to walk in high heels. I almost cried when I read about your wife buying you such a sexy dress and helping "Jayne" feel feminine like she always wanted to be.
With just enough tension. A darn shame it wasn’t continued. Most stories on here and the other sites the wives become vindictive cuckolding bitches overnight. It’s a treat to read a story about wife who actually loves her husband and is willing to help him with his fantasies.
I hope the author continues this story