My wife looked over to me. “That is so romantic, isn’t it, Peter?” she smirked. “Err, well, yes. Yes, it is Mommy,” I replied. Marian interjected: “You know, Caroline, we do have some spare ‘equipment’. We could always try Peter for size. What size is he, do you think?” “Oh, small, definitely small!” my wife laughed. Gerald was permitted to pull up his pants, then sent to find a suitable device. He returned with a lockabl...

At home, the Queening stool now became a regular fixture in our evening schedule. Once Caroline settled on my face for the evening, she would happily spend two or three hours, watching TV while I gently worshipped her nether regions. I was occasionally allowed to masturbate myself, under my apron, but was rarely now asked to tongue her pussy. Instead, she had purchased a small vibrator which she used to stimulate her clit...

Caroline surprised me with a warm hug when she returned from Mrs. Crawford’s ‘tea-party’. “The ladies thought you were such a good sport, Peter. And those curtseys! Wow, I could get used to that!” she laughed, “Here, Mrs. Crawford sent you a small keepsake.” Caroline handed me the apron I had worn to the ‘event’. “I was thinking that it would be so sexy if you were to wear it here, at home when you ‘serve’ me in the eveni...

As agreed, the next day, I was delivered to Phoebe’s salon. She spent a lot of time closely shaving my face and applying layers of makeup. I watched this process in the mirror and was astonished to see the way she was able to project the face of a passable, rather sexy woman onto the features of a dull, middle-aged male. I was then dressed again and instructed to practise walking, sitting, bending, curtseying and standing...

Working next door, as usual, the next day, Jennifer invited me into her private parlour for a little chat. “I discussed your financial ‘issues’ with Mummy yesterday. You may be surprised to learn that she was impressed with your domestic service the other day. She was planning a ladies’ tea-party this week, but unfortunately, her maid has been called away on family business. Mummy suggested that she might be willing to pa...

For the next few weeks, I had to take care that my wife could not see my bottom. It was vividly striped with purple weals. The pain had quickly subsided, leaving a not unpleasant ‘glow’ but the evidence of my punishment remained for some time. Somehow the whole incident had stirred my emotions like nothing before. To merely be admitted into the presence of a woman like Mrs. Crawford had been overwhelmingly erotic. I reliv...

I retired to Jennifer’s kitchen, arranging crockery on a large tray and awaited our ‘guest’. She was late, of course, and I sat, restlessly, for almost half an hour before the door chime rang loudly in the entrance hall. I straightened my tie, cleared my throat and went to open the door. Jennifer’s mother waltzed straight inside, without invitation. Despite this rudeness, I immediately perceived her aura of subtle sexines...

Over the next fortnight, I was called upon regularly by Jennifer to perform mundane tasks. I liked it best when she closely supervised my work. Allowing me perhaps a whiff of her expensive perfume, a glimpse of her sensational legs, a whispered word of encouragement or even (oh heaven!) a gentle guiding touch. More often, however, I was quickly abandoned with curt instructions or even, warning criticism. She had high stan...

Caroline had left for work before I got up. I made breakfast and mulled over the events of the previous day. How had my wife suddenly become so sexually confident, and assertive? I felt sure that her close friendship with ‘Miss Crawford’ had something to do with it. It was all very exciting, but rather troubling at the same time. Whilst I was shaving, the phone rang. Of course – it was Jennifer. “Good morning Miss,” I rem...

Hopeful and excited, on my way home, I picked up a bottle of chilled Champagne and some posh ‘nibbles’. Whilst waiting for Caroline, I stowed my ‘booty’ of Jennifer’s intimate garments under the bed in the spare room in a plastic shopping bag. Of course, I had forgotten that this was one of my wife’s ‘gym nights’. So, it was almost 9.00 PM before I heard her pull up in her car. Despite my frustration, I decided to be posi...

I found a note on the kitchen table from Caroline. It read, "Thank you so much, darling. I am so proud of you. Enjoy breakfast.” On the table was a bowl, spoon and a box of cornflakes! I even had to fetch the milk myself. How dare she, I thought. I was expecting a cold brunch, but got cereal! When she eventually returned, Caroline was full of her new friends. I was still mad with her, but was fascinated to discover more a...

Over the next month, Caroline ‘volunteered’ me for several more DIY tasks for our gorgeous neighbour. Changing light bulbs, fitting smoke alarms and taking her garden refuse to the recycling centre. On each occasion, she was dressed impeccably. I tried to memorise every detail of her subtly sexy outfits and couldn’t wait to return to my study for ‘relief’. On one occasion, she was wearing soft black leather trousers, shin...

Here I am – fifty-five years of age and living a comfortable, but rather dull life. Married thirty years ago to a nice girl: Caroline – now a woman of forty-eight. She was an attractive woman in her twenties and thirties – a plain face, but lovely dark hair and long shapely legs. We weren’t able to have children, though we tried. Unfortunately, after tests, we discovered that my sperm was infertile. Luckily, Caroline didn...