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Title: My Wife Ann
My wife, Ann and I are in our late 50s. She had been in management, but with the kids grown and gone we no longer need her income, so she happily stays at home.
I am an engineer and am able to work from home a majority of the time.
I have been wearing panties for about 5 years now, as well as nightgowns, and occasionally I will put on a dress. Ann doesn't mind my dressing up, but she normally does not participate in it - she just lets me do my own thing, although she has discovered that if she lays an outfit out for me and gives me a honey-do list, she can leave for the afternoon and when she returns the house is vacuumed, the kitchen is cleaned, etc.
We recently bought a new house and the real estate lady we worked with, about our age, was quite flirtatious. She and I joked back and forth quite a few times during the house-hunt. At one time she asked me to hold a ladder for her while she checked the attic. She was wearing a dress at the time and I checked
She was at our housewarming and as she was leaving I grabbed her ass, setting off squeals and laughter. Ann let me know, many times, that she was not too pleased with my actions.
Anyway, last week, Ann went out for the afternoon with some friends and as she was leaving she said that she had left me a shopping list and had laid out some clothes for me. She wanted the house cleaned and dinner cooked when she returned.
Of course I did the shopping first, and as I was putting the groceries away, the doorbell rang. I was glad that I had not changed yet, because there at the door was Kay, our real estate lady.
She said that Ann had called her and asked her to stop by and check up on me. She asked what I was doing, so I explained that Ann wanted the house cleaned up a bit.
I led Kay into the bedroom and pointed out the clothes I was to wear while doing my chores.
I just looked at her, my heart racing, but she folded her arms across her chest and said
I took off my shirt, but when the jeans came off, revealing the lavender panties with the lace panels in front she smiled and said
I hurried into my stockings, skirt, bra & blouse and Kay asked
I reached up to the top shelf in the closet and brought down a large canvas bag which she took and dumped out on the bed. She closely examined the variety of dildos, lube and other paraphernalia then announced that I had better get to work in the kitchen.
Once there, Kay told me to put my hands on the table, which I did, but she changed her mind and told me to put my elbows on the table. She moved around behind me and started fondling my butt.
Actually, it felt pretty darned good, but I had a hunch that it might not be prudent to say that out loud, when all of a sudden WHAP! She spanked me! Hard!
I started to stand up but she put her hand on my back and pushed my face back down on the table. She got a grip on my bra strap with one hand and lifted my skirt with the other, then WHAP WHAP WHAP.
My eyes were watering. She let go of my back and told me to hold still. I could feel her peeling my panties down and she stroked my sore butt, admiring her work (and, I am sure, her handprints)
She pried my buttcheeks apart and I spread my legs as much as I could with my panties around my knees, finally letting them fall to the floor and stepping out of them. I felt the cold, slippery shaft of a dildo against my asshole. I had not noticed that she had brought one from the bedroom.
Kay reamed it in and out and at one point grabbed my hips with both hands and thrust forward against my dildo-impaled rear end. I do not know if she had ever worn a strap-on, but she had the concept down right, if not the equipment.
It wasn
Kay told me that I could stand up now (easy for HER to say!) and told me to put my panties back on and straighten out my rumpled outfit, because I still had work to do.
I walked her to the door and she gave me a big kiss and said that now she could forgive me for the ass-grabbing incident, but if I ever did it again, she would have to get even.
As she left, I patted her on the fanny. She just looked at me and smiled.
I have no idea what to say to Ann when she comes home, but I do know that the house had better be clean!
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