My wife and I recently were invited to a friend's wedding and reception. I knew that this would be the perfect dress up occasion for both of us and the excitement built inside of me thinking of the possibilities! As she prepares herself in front of the mirror, I ask the timid question if she minds if I wear a pair of hose under my suit. She responds, "Of co...
It had been a long week of anticipation, waiting for tonight. It was our 18th wedding anniversary and if tradition held true, I was in for a wild night. It seems that starting with our 12th anniversary, our celebrations got wilder and wilder each year. It started with my wife, Jan, entering an amateur strip contest, which she won by the way, to her making lo...
Carl paused at the heavy wooden door. He read the brass plaque centered on it, "Arthur Caswell, President and CEO". Now, just outside of his boss' door, his heart quickened. He'd been trying to think of why he was being summoned to Mr. Caswell's office. Could it be another promotion? But he'd just been promoted six months ago, his third promotion in four yea...
My wife and I were invited over to our friend's house. I've known Roger and Heather for as long as I have been married, which is coming up to ten years. My wife has known them for longer as do her parents, well my mother in law any way, as my father in law is no longer around. Roger and Heather both live a very extravagant life style, and both are very open...
"Just when I thought I was out, they pull me back in." I never understood how difficult it could be to get out of a situation you didn't want to be in, until the realization of what was going on tonight sunk in. I finished putting on my tie, and went to the living room to smoke a joint while I waited for Sherrie to get ready. She came out in a red miniskir...
Laying the Ghosts of War Copyright Oggbashan September 2018 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. +++ Splat! A sniper's bullet struc...
"Don't be silly, my dear," my wife Shrutika said to me as she pulled up her full-fashioned black stockings and attached them to her garter belt. "It's just a simple work dinner. I.. just want to look good is all." I gaped at her openly. "But honey," I said, "You haven't worn stockings in over a year! Not since Valentine's Day last year." Shrutika seemed di...
Talking with some clients after work a few night ago, someone asked about our marriages. When the give-and-take got around to me, I just said, "I lost my wife about 3 years ago." That got the usual condolences, followed by the usual last question, "What did she die of?" I briefly answered truthfully, saying, "I really don't know if she's alive or dead but...
Showering for work, I look down at my chastity bound cock, still struggling to come to terms with the events of the weekend. A sense of relief washes over me. The relief found when a lifelong secret had been broken. I was no longer wracked with guilt of my crossdressing dark side. No, I was now liberated in mind yet bound in a physical sense. My wife had a p...
I was sitting in my office when the door opened. My face must have been one of complete surprise because my wife smirked as she walked into the room, quietly closing the door behind her. She had not dressed like that in my presence for many months. Her stiletto heals created a posture that pushed her cleavage up, as if to offer her breasts as a gift to the...