Okay, so maybe dragging your husband along on a girls day out is a stupid idea, but it didn't seem like a bad idea at the time - and it didn't end up like one, either. Usually Jen and I get together once every week or two and just go do girl stuff. We go shopping, we get our hair done, or we try out new ice cream shops, or we see chick-flicks and eat way too much popcorn. Usually we get together on a day when she has a babysitter for her kids and I'm not in school and everyone's husbands are happily (or grumpily) at their jobs. Except that when your husband is a teacher, well, they get odd days off.
That still wouldn't have been a big deal, except that that was the day I arranged to have the carpets cleaned. It made perfect sense - I'd cleaned the house top to bottom, arranged for the carpet people to be there bright and early, and then Jen and I would go shopping. That way nobody would be home for several hours while the carpets dried. Except that the school had a minor emergency. Something - probably squirrels but who knows - had gotten into the heating system and built a nest, and as soon as it got cold enough to turn on the heat a whole mess of sticks and grass and junk had gotten sucked in, and they had to shut the heating system down while it was fixed, and you really can't hold school with no heat when the temperatures have suddenly plunged to the 40s, so the high school got a free holiday. So where was he supposed to go?
We were just planning on going to the mall, and we all get along well, so why not? Why not is because you and your husband and a couple who are two of your closest friends may be VERY close and get along VERY well under a lot of circumstances, some that you don't talk about in public even, but that doesn't mean anyone's husband likes trailing along from the bath & beauty store to the store with the cute little hats to.. you get the idea. We stopped in the food court for lunch, and he looked like we'd been trekking through the Himalayas, not the mall. Or maybe he'd have preferred the Himalayas. Jen looked like she was pretty concerned as he slumped there poking at the remains of a plate of Chinese food. I love the food court - we don't have to argue about what we can all agree on for lunch. Then she had an idea, and leaned over and whispered to me, and it seemed like at least a perk, if not something that would totally fix it.
"OK, honey," I told him, trying to sound like this was a huge concession. "Once we're done eating we'll go somewhere where there will be stuff you want to look at. Promise."
I don't think he really wanted to look at ANYTHING in the mall, but he was willing to give us points for trying - until we got to the front of the store. Then he stopped. "OH no. Nope. I'll sit out here." He started looking around for a bench, or a convenient patch of floor.
"But honey," I coaxed, "I KNOW there will be stuff you want to see in here!"
"Yeah - I'd love to see it if you brought it home. Not here in the mall."
"So come in and tell me what you want to see me bring home." I argued. Jen was giggling.
"Guys only go in these stores at Christmas and Valentines Day." He stated. "And they just grab something, and they don't look anyone in the eye and it's probably the wrong size."
"You usually get me things in the right size." I pointed out. "And in the right color. And style."
He was shaking his head. "C'mon." Jen told him. It doesn't make you look like a sissy - it makes you look like a stud - you're in the lingerie shop with TWO women."
Well, he considered that. Then she whispered something to him, I don't know what it was exactly, but I'm guessing it wasn't just that he'd get to see ME in whatever I bought, but if her husband said okay he could see her too - and her husband usually says yes - as long as he gets to see me too.
So we all forged bravely into the lingerie shop. There's actually more than one in the mall, but I prefer this one. Women not only come in a lot of different shapes and sizes, but they like different colours and different styles, and I really really hate wandering through racks and racks of the same 3 garments just because someone decided that was what was in this season. For that matter, I also like a store that makes sense. If they carry garter belts, they should carry stockings to go with them, and vice versa. And it's a really big bonus if clothing that's supposed to hold things up, or in, actually holds.
There weren't very many people in the store in the middle of the afternoon on a Tuesday, so he started to relax a bit, and the store has fairly comfy chairs - presumably for other hapless husbands to sit in while their wives spend their money. He sat down while we looked around a bit, and then I found a few things I wanted to try on and went to get a key from the salesclerk. She was friendly and helpful, and then told him with a wink "You can go in with your wife and see what she's trying on, if you like."
He looked a bit embarrassed at that, but then pleased. The store has a good point - a lot of women want this to look good to their significant others, why not let them see? So he got to see me try on a few things, and then Jen had found some stuff to try and she wanted my opinion, so she and I went into the dressing room and he went back to his chair. When we got out he was looking bored, and Jen got a mischievous look in her eye. "I know what the problem is!" She announced. "We've been shopping all day, but You haven't gotten to get much for YOU! We need to fix that!"
He turned red, but I sort of liked the idea. Not actually get him anything, but what WOULD he look like in a negligee? Or a bustier? It actually seemed sort of sexy. He started protesting, but the saleslady had been listening, and when Jen went over to her and asked if they had anything pretty in a "full figured" style she replied "Of course we do," and pretty soon she and Jen had found an armful of assorted satin and lace undies. They went for the really frilly colours, too - pale pink, and lavender, and even something with ruffles.
He really can take a joke pretty well, and there wasn't anyone else in the store, so we finally ended up with all three of us (the saleslady graciously didn't offer to help find a good fit) crammed into the dressing room. We got him out of jeans and t-shirt, with Jen joking about at least it was a good way to get to see him naked, and tried a floaty baby-doll nightie on him over his boxers. Boxer shorts do not give the right look under lingerie. They just don't. So we coaxed him out of the boxers and into a matching pair of lavender ruffley panties, and that's when the mood changed. He liked the feel of the panties. He liked it a LOT.
I suppose I shouldn't have been that surprised - I'd masturbated him with my panties before. It just hadn't really occurred to me that he'd react like this. I don't think it had occurred to him either. But I noticed it, and Jen noticed it, and he noticed that we noticed it. It turned me on. Honest - if it hadn't been a fairly small and fairly public dressing room I think I would have just touched a bit 'to make sure it fit right' and then taken the panties off him and done something about it.
It was Jen who spoke first. "Maybe we DO need to make sure you get to buy things too," she remarked. He blushed harder. I couldn't help it, I had to reach down and touch, just a bit. He wasn't as hard as he looked - he was harder.
"Maybe Jen's right." I said. "It wouldn't be fair if you found something you liked and couldn't get it."
He shook his head. I'm not sure he trusted what he'd say if he tried to speak.
"Okay, maybe it wouldn't be fair if I saw something I really liked and I didn't get to take it home." I tried.
He looked hard at me. "You really like this?" he sounded pretty surprised. Well, okay, until I saw him that way I hadn't really thought about it, but it was a turn on. A big one. Maybe the same way guys feel when their girlfriend or wife wears nothing but one of their shirts around the house half-unbuttoned.
"Yeah." I said. "I do. As a matter of fact, maybe we should turn this into a girls' day out for ALL of us." He didn't catch my meaning, but Jen did.
"You're right," she agreed. "We haven't stopped at the department store and gotten make-overs for ages."
"Or gotten manicures." I pointed out.
"And we haven't done shoes yet - we were saving those for after lunch."
He was starting to get the drift of this conversation, and he was shaking his head, but that wasn't what I was watching. I was watching his cock get even harder, if that was possible, and a small wet spot appear on the panties where the tip of his cock would be. Just to be sure I added "His hair's long enough, with the right make-up and hairstyle, I think he could pass."
I was right, the wet spot got a little bigger when I said that. I looked up at him. "Please, honey? Nobody but us will know anything more than it's a silly joke."
He was wavering about it. I could see it. "But what if someone sees me who knows me?"
"We're a ways from home, and it's not a very crowded time of day, and besides - if they do a good enough job with the make-up anyone who sees you WON'T know you." I pointed out.
"But what do I get out of it??" he asked.
I smiled. "You get to go to the bathroom to change into the panties as soon as we get out of here, and I'm going in with you to make sure you get them on right." I told him, and started to reach out to touch him to prove my point, but he grabbed my wrist.
"No. No touching me here, or you're going to have to explain more than a joke." he said.
So we let him change back into his clothes, and we gathered up the babydoll and the panties with my selections and Jen's. It occurred to me that if I helped him put the panties on as well as I wanted to we'd need at least one spare pair, and then it occurred to Jen that if we were going all the way on this we'd need stockings, so we had quite a pile of items when we got up to the counter. He hung back, embarrassed, but either the saleslady was good at her job or she'd seen much stranger things before. She just laughed and said "Looks like someone lost a bet - I'm not even going to ask what it was," and rung our purchases up.
Back to the food court so we could find a bathroom. Specifically, we needed to find one of the single-room ones that they have for handicapped individuals, or parents with small children, or anyone else who might need more people or more privacy in a bathroom. I took one of the bags from the lingerie store, the one with the guy size lingerie in it, and we went in while Jen settled down to wait. It probably would have looked too suspicious if we'd all three gone in, but I was determined she'd get a fashion show when we got home.
In the bathroom he was reluctant and eager at the same time. But he agreed to take off the jeans, and the boxers, and let me slide the same pair of panties up over his hips. He still hadn't calmed down totally from the dressing room, and with the panties back on he was rock hard. I stroked down the front of the panties and he groaned. That wet spot re-appeared. He clearly wanted me to do more, but he warned me, "If you keep up much of that I won't be able to wear these for you while we finish shopping."
I think he was hoping for that, actually. A little quick fondling in the restroom and a nice change back into the familiar boxers, and we could go about the afternoon normally. "I'll risk it." I said, and kissed the tip of his cock.
"Oh god!!" he groaned. "If you keep that up..."
I kissed him again, and then rubbed my cheek along the side of his cock. The feeling was so unique - he was so hard, but it was covered in that silky fabric. It felt good to me, but it must have felt way better to him, because he gasped and then there was warmth against my cheek soaking into the satin as he came.
He leaned back against the wall, shaking. "Oh god honey. That felt so good. Oh GOD." Then he smiled at me, "But I guess I won't be able to wear these around the mall after all - they need to be washed. I could see a hint of relief in his eyes - it could all go back to normal.
I just smiled at him, wiping my face with a paper towel. "That's okay honey, you go ahead and take those off." Then I reached into the bag again. "I have another pair."
Oh my, the look on his face. Shock, and a little disappointment losing fast to excitement. He couldn't rise to the occasion quite that soon, but he was definitely interested in the new pair of panties, just the same as the first except that these were pale pink, not lavender. Along with the panties it only made sense to put on the stockings too, which of course had to have a garter belt. He might not have been able to get it up again quite that quick, but he wasn't exactly soft by the time we got those on.
And then I showed him what else we'd found, and just casually bought with the rest of the undies while he was so carefully looking the other way. A nice lacy bra, one with pockets for those gel-filled pads that add a bit to the cleavage. Jen and I figured if we put two pads in each cup it would fill the bra out pretty well, but of course he couldn't wear that until we had the make-up and new clothes. But I let him look. He gets turned on all the time seeing my bras flung across a pillow, or towards the clothes hamper, or hanging up drying in the laundry room. We even played a fantasy once where we were "teenagers" and he "found" one of my bras hanging up and masturbated with it and I "caught" him at it. I still get hot thinking about that day. Why shouldn't he get turned on thinking about his own bra?
"Did you get everything fixed?" Jen asked innocently when we came back out, just as if we'd only been repairing a torn clasp or something. I nodded, and he blushed, but he did lift the leg of his jeans just enough for Jen to see that under the converse high-tops he was wearing seamed stockings, not sport socks.
We headed down the mall to one of the big department stores. It's not one either of us shop in all that often, which was why we chose that one - less chance of anyone recognizing us. And we planned our strategy to make it look innocent - or at least as innocent as possible. Also to let Jen have a little fun, at least, since she hadn't gone into the bathroom with us. When we entered the store, He and Jen were the couple, and I was the friend, and he'd lost a bet. Jen was perfect at the make-up counter. She explained it all to the amused cosmetics clerk. They'd had an argument over who had to do more work, men or women, and if he won then she was going to have to play a full game of golf with him (my husband doesn't even play golf), but if she won then he would have to spend a day as a lady; and three internet sources plus a call to a local college psychology department confirmed that in terms of hours of strenuous or tedious labor women still had more to do than men - especially with so many women working outside the home as well as being primarily in charge of cooking and cleaning and childcare.
He submitted to the facial while Jen and I sat on either side and had facials too. They're very relaxing, just the thing for those poor, overworked housewives. Although one of the women doing the facials remarked that if he was going to spend the day as a woman then he ought to be at home doing the dishes. Jen just smiled and said that would be later. Actually, it probably would be - my husband almost always does the dishes - I hate doing the dishes, and he hates doing the laundry, and we both think it's perfectly fair. But no one else needed to know that just now.
I snuck glimpses of him as he was getting the facial - he looked like he wasn't sure why women even put up with all this, but at the same time like it might be nice. I think the only part he didn't like was that they have this waxing procedure for women who have a bit of facial hair, and they did that to make sure his skin was as feminine as it was going to get. Then we let them go at it with make-up. The store usually has coupons where they'll do a free or really cheap makeover. The idea, of course, is you'll fall in love with your new look and buy $100 worth of make up to try to replicate it yourself. I don't think they thought my (temporarily Jen's) husband was likely to fall in love with his new look, but Tuesday afternoons are slow, and it was funny. We had several extra assistants gathered around offering advice as he got his new look. They really went to town - plucking his eyebrows just a bit, and holding up little colour cards next to his eyes to decide on eye shadow colours and everything. One of them even combed his hair out while Jen went off to the accessories counter and bought plain gold-colored barrettes. By the time they were done he did look feminine from the neck up. Very feminine. Pretty, actually. They turned him to see his new look in the mirror, but I was watching his crotch, not his face, and I saw a hint of a reaction much more telling than whatever was on his face.
He was complaining, but good-naturedly, as we left cosmetics and headed for the clothing department. Word of their special customer had evidentially traveled ahead, because when we got there there were already two salesladies who had picked out some things they thought might help us out. We sort of had a dilemma. It had to be a dress or skirt - not pants. On the one hand, a boring business suit wouldn't really help the girly feeling, but it would look more natural. Slinky evening gowns were right out. Something frilly and ruffley would be wonderfully in the spirit of things, but it wouldn't pass for normal as well back out in the mall.
We finally found a combination that worked. A knee-length denim skirt that flared out was feminine but casual. A pale pink blouse with just a bit of ruffles down the front made it look more feminine, and evoked just a hint of a school-girl feel. And a skirt meant that he had to have the hose and he could wear heels, which Jen and I both agreed were a necessity. The shoes were a nice, sensible 2 inch heel pump - wouldn't want to make it too difficult to be the new girl. They were a nice plain black leather. They matched the small purse we bought him, too. Every lady should have matching purse and shoes. We added a nice gold necklace, and two thin gold bangle bracelets to replace the man's sport watch on his wrist. Oh, and a thin gold ankle bracelet. It's really kind of surprising how much sexier one little gold chain makes a pair of black heels. The final touch was a silk scarf in a neat pink and black hound's-tooth pattern tied loosely at the throat. It camouflaged his adam's apple and gave him one more thing feeling silky and feminine against his skin.
The salesgirls thought it was a hoot . They let him change in the dressing room and Jen and I helped him get everything, even the new bra and padding, into place. He really liked the look of himself in the bra. As a matter of fact, he liked it too much. It just ruins the line of the skirt if your cock is making a tent in the front, so Jen gave him a quick hand job while he watched himself in a bra in the mirror. A wad of kleenex made sure he didn't have to change panties again. That would have been a bummer, because the pink frilly panties and pink lacy bra and pink ruffled blouse all went so well together.
Finally he was all together, and as a parting gift the cosmetics lady let him have a sample bottle of perfume so he'd smell nice. By that time I was starting to have a hard time really thinking of him as a guy. He was still my husband, but it was almost like SHE was my husband, and it was us three girls out to the mall. We left the department store to whistles and cheers from the salesgirls. He was taking that pretty well, but then a couple of guys near the front of the store looked over to see what the commotion was about, and THEY whistled - and it was pretty clear they weren't limiting their appreciation to me and Jen. He blushed, and that made them appreciate her..him..her..whatever even more.
The next stop was the little boutique that does nails. His hands were pretty much the only thing that would give him away, and they weren't too bad, but we thought it could be better. We also wanted to see just how effective the outfit was. I'm biased, but I think it was a success. The nail salon was all the way at the other end of the mall, and no one gave us any funny looks. Oh, they looked all right. Not crowded doesn't mean deserted. The funny thing is that he's used to being on the lookout for guys staring at me, and snarling at them if they look like they're going to make a pass at me, but he's not at all used to guys checking out HIS butt. He was so busy getting the hang of walking in heels that he didn't even notice the trio of college guys checking out his rear view. And in that skirt it was a very nice rear view. The skirt didn't quite cling but it didn't quite hide the curve of his butt, and there was the added sway to the hips that you get when you wear heels. I'm pretty sure they appreciated the anklet and the seam of the stockings and speculating about what held the stockings up. I'm positive that the idea of what all was really under the skirt didn't even cross their minds.
Since we'd all been shopping, and we'd put his old clothes in a big bag from the department store, his hands weren't really obvious anyhow. At the nail salon the girl at the desk just greeted us with "Manicures, ladies?"
Jen just said yes, and they got all three of us settled down in chairs. None of us said anything about his hands, or gender. Jen and I both wanted to see how far we could pull this off, and I think he was afraid that his voice would give it away. But then they started the discussion about fake nails or not, and what colour polish, and he had to reply a bit when they asked a direct question, and I think being in that get-up made him a bit uncertain, because his voice didn't; have the usual male decisive tone to it. It was still low, but not obviously male. He asked me for my opinion, and I took one of his hands to look at, and I think it was the contrast between my hand and his that gave it away - and even then all the girl did was raise an eyebrow. Maybe she would have thought he was really a transvestite friend that we were helping out or something, but Jen laughed and confessed the whole "story" - the same version we gave the clerks in the department store.
At that point the girls there had the same reaction - they really wanted to help us do this right. So they decided on a really thorough manicure treatment involving waxing (again) to remove the hair on the backs of his knuckles and a warm paraffin treatment to smooth the skin and fake nails so they'd be longer. They did decide to use the easy to remove nails, though. Long pink fingernails might not be the best thing to wear pack to work once they got that heating system fixed. We chose a nice shade of pink polish to match the blouse (and the underwear) and they went to work. Less than an hour later we all had beautiful hands, and the transformation was totally complete.
As a final test, we passed the lingerie store on our way back out and Jen and I waited outside while "she" went in and made a purchase. It was a total success - that same saleslady didn't even recognize "her", and my husband got another new negligee for himself - or herself.
"What we need now is dinner." Jen announced as we left the mall. She was right, it was getting late, but we didn't usually stay out past when her kids and husband came home. But I could tell she had an idea, and I was right. She pulled her cell phone out, and after a couple of calls she'd arranged for her mom to baby-sit her kids, and for her husband to meet her and me and "a friend of ours" at a restaurant. That was more than my husband had bargained for, but before he could say anything Jen pointed out that at this point, he really needed a female name. That totally floored him. He just stood there staring at her. I think he was afraid that maybe Jen really would prefer it if he just stayed a girl, but she pointed out that her husband would be the perfect test on the costume, and we'd have to introduce them somehow.
So we argued about names on the way to the restaurant, and decided that it had to be close enough that he'd remember to respond to it or if someone started to say his real name they could catch themselves. So there was really only one choice. My husband Steven, who sometimes went by Steve, became Stephanie, who sometimes went by Stevie. The rest of the drive we coached "Stephanie" on some of the finer points of acting ladylike in a restaurant.
Jen's husband is a great guy, and I love him a lot, but he isn't always apt to catch the subtle stuff, especially after a long day at work. When we got to the restaurant he Gave Jen a big hug and a kiss, hugged me, and extended his hand very politely and told Stephanie how nice it was to meet her. Then he turned to me and asked if we were waiting for Steven to show up. Jen got a case of the giggles, I developed a coughing fit, and Stephanie blushed. Jen's husband still didn't get it.
When I recovered from trying not to laugh I replied "No, Steven won't be here tonight. What you see is what you get."
He grinned and flashed Stephanie an appreciative look. "I like what I see." Jen went into another fit of laughter. When she got herself back under control he asked, "am I missing something here?"
"No." She managed to reply. "It's fine."
He was still concerned. He turned to Stephanie. "That wasn't an inappropriate thing to say, was it? Jen doesn't mind that I enjoy looking at women." He winked at Jen. "She does too."
My husband actually managed to keep the situation under control. Only blushing a bit she replied, "That's okay. I do too sometimes."
I thought the voice might give it away then, after all, our husbands hang out together a fair amount, but it didn't. Jen's husband was clearly thrilled to be taking three lovely women out to eat. He managed to look smug as the maitre'd raised a congratulatory eyebrow and found seating for "One gentleman and three ladies, this way please."
He managed to find compliments for all three of us as we ordered drinks and appetizers. Then he remarked that he surely would have remembered it if he'd seen Stephanie before, and asked how she knew us. Since he had his arm around Jen the remark was clearly meant to be a simple compliment, not a come-on, but at the same time I think he was trying to figure out if perhaps Jen had found another girl she found attractive enough to invite over for a sleepover. Since he had his arm around Jen he also felt it when she tried to stifle another fit of giggles, which I think was reinforcing his idea that perhaps Jen had found someone else she wanted as a special friend as I replied that actually, I'd known Stephanie a little bit for a while now, but we'd happened to meet up in the mall today. Then I told him that it was a little confusing for me because Stephanie sometimes went by the nickname Stevie.
I thought even that was going to sail over his head when he did a double-take and stared at Stephanie. His jaw dropped. "Good GOD. How the HELL did they talk you into that?" he demanded.
"Stevie" started to blush, and stammer something, and then shrugged and looked at Jen. "You explain it," he said.
So she did - the real version, which as I thought included the initial bribe that he'd been invited to see Jen model whatever she bought for herself at the lingerie store, and express his appreciation in tangible ways subject to her husband's approval. She and I took turns describing the make-over. We left out the episodes in the bathroom and the department store dressing room, but I think he inferred it. And I don't think he minded.
When we finished explaining he said, "So, let me get this straight - umm, not a good word choice. Let me see if I have this down correctly. If you let the girls buy you lingerie, you get to see both of them in theirs. And Jen's offered to have the two of you stay the night as long as I approve."
"Well, actually," Jen explained, "Mom is happy to baby-sit tonight. It makes more sense to go back to their place."
"Okay," he agreed. "So if I agree, do I get to see YOU in YOUR lingerie?" He wasn't asking me, he was asking "Stephanie".
I don't think "she" really thought he'd actually go that far, but, well, they had both been in bed with both of us before. Still, Steven as Stephanie really did feel like a different dynamic. Someone we all got along with, but not quite the same. And it seemed pretty clear he wanted them to have their hands on each other. Stephanie nodded.
We didn't exactly rush through dinner, but we didn't linger either. Since we'd taken Jen's car and her husband had driven his, we divided up into couples and He and Jen went in his car while I drove Jen's car back home. For a moment I actually felt a little unsure of myself, like I was with a stranger. Then we started talking about the day. I'm not sure if he was having a harder time wrapping his mind around looking that much like a girl, or that he liked it that much, or that I didn't; mind. Any way you looked at it, though, it gave us a lot to talk about, and I was getting pretty hot and bothered by it by the time we got home. Jen and her husband had beaten us by a few minutes, and they have a key to our house, of course, so by the time we got inside they'd dragged the furniture back into place in the den. I'd completely forgotten that the start of the day had been with the carpets shampooed. So much had happened.
Apparently their conversation had been along the same lines as ours. Jen's husband asked "Stephanie" to tell him more about the shopping trip and sent us girls up to the bedroom to change into our new lingerie. We took our time helping each other. We freshened our make-up and perfume, and Jen borrowed a pair of high-heeled shoes from me. And we snuck in a few kisses and gropes. When we got back downstairs there was a lot of appreciative looking, and kissing, but it was pretty clear that what we all wanted to see was my husband strip.
He was pretty embarrassed, but at least half of that was because it was turning him on so much. Jen and I settled down together on the loveseat and we watched "Stephanie" take off her scarf, and then unbutton her blouse. I wanted to reach out and touch, but I didn't want to spoil the show so I had to settle for squeezing Jen's breast. Then the skirt came off. Then she shrugged the blouse all the way off and let it fall, and damned if it didn't look very feminine, and very sexy; all except for the spot in the center of the panties that was starting to stick out more and more. I glanced over and Jen's husband looked like he was suffering from a similar condition.
Then I handed my husband her sheer, slinky negligee. It flowed perfectly over the bra and panties and garter belt and stockings. She could have been a pin-up girl. Jen's husband had to unzip his jeans to release the pressure, and we made "Stephanie" pose while I took pictures with our digital camera. And then we let Jen's husband stand up and kiss Stephanie and lead her back to the couch. It was so incredibly hot to watch.
All my experience watching guys who were really turned on but kind of unsure and almost wondering if they were going to do everything wrong had been when I was just as shy and inexperienced. I don't know if anyone else has wanted to watch a guy who is so turned on and has enough experience to know what he's doing and at the same time is treating the girl he's with like she might explode or vanish. Like she's his first. I've always wanted to see that combination of lust and stage fright when I wasn't suffering from the same thing too much to enjoy it, and I finally got to.
He pulled her in closer, kissing her like he couldn't get enough and running one hand through her hair while the other felt up her breast. I don't think logically anyone could feel much touch through two gel pads inside a bra cup, but the mind really is the most sensitive sexual organ we have. Stephanie acted like she really felt it, and apparently it felt realistic enough to be enjoyable from the other side.
Then he started both hands down at her calves and stroked them up her sides, up under the negligee. That's another benefit to a sheer fabric - you can see what's going on, but the illusion that it's hidden a bit is even sexier. By that point I don't think either of them were even remembering they had an audience. He slid his hands around her back, caressed her sides, laid a trail of kisses along her collarbone. It was obviously getting her awfully turned on, her cock was really stretching out the front of her panties, and finally she couldn't take being passive anymore and her hands, with those perfect pink nails, started edging his jeans down.
He helped, and her hands cupped around his cock while he lifted the negligee off over her head and resumed kissing her. I wasn't sure how much longer either of them were going to last, so I whispered to Jen "I'll be right back," and ran upstairs to get something I should have brought down in the first place - the "toybox" that has our collection of vibrators and scarves and floggers and condoms and lube. Especially tonight, the lube. I got it out when I got back downstairs and set it on the end table by the couch. A glance to the side let me know Jen's husband - or maybe at the moment my husband's boyfriend - had seen it, and a glance at me let me know he appreciated it.
He carefully slid one hand down the back of her panties, caressing and squeezing her butt. I was getting so turned on, and Jen was too. She started playing with my tits as I sat back down. She'd turned to be able to watch better, so it put me sitting n front of her, almost like I was in her lap. I reached out to touch her back and we settled in to watch.
They needed the lube soon. He eased the panties down in back and dripped just a bit on so he could slide his finger carefully inside. Made me really glad I'd insisted that the panties be worn over the garter belt. "So tight," he murmured to her. "You haven't been with a guy before, have you, sweetheart?"
If you'd asked me before today, I'd have been pretty sure that having a guy say those words to him would make my husband put said guy through the wall and go hunting for a shotgun, but clothes make the man - or woman, I suppose, and this wasn't the same person. She shyly shook her head. I felt dampness between my own legs. That was another turn on. I'd always liked it that my husband had had enough sexual experience when we met that we both knew what we wanted - it made me feel secure that he really wanted ME - but it was fun when we'd role-played situations where one or both of us had much less experience. This was like that.
"Don't worry baby," he reassured her. "I'll be very gentle. I won't do anything you don't want me to." They were both clearly enjoying this. "You do want me to, don't you baby?" he asked. She nodded.
He caressed her and worked more lube inside her and I could only imagine how it was feeling. Watching it was driving ME nuts. I was happy to let Jen slide one hand down between my legs.
"I'm not going to let anything happen to you, baby," he said. He kept one hand caressing her while he slid his boxer shorts off with the other and reached for a condom out of the toy box. He handed it to her. "Put it on me." He directed.
I suppose that's one area a girl who's usually a boy has over most girls when losing her virginity. She knew how to apply a condom. He made sure there was plenty of lube on the condom, and more between her legs, and then pushed her so she was kneeling on the couch and carefully slid himself inside. "I'm going to go slow. Tell me if anything hurts, and I'll back out."
I didn't think Jen's husband had had much experience at this either, but he was doing beautifully. Jen sucked in her breath. I let my hand find her pussy, and she was as wet as I was. We touched each other while we watched our husbands fuck. He slid in and out so carefully at first, and then a bit faster. The wet spot on the front of the panties was growing. Jen's husband ran his hand over it. I wondered which of them was going to come first. He was biting his lip, fighting to stay controlled, and then he finally couldn't hold on anymore.
"Oh god. I'm gonna cum. I have to cum," he gasped.
"That's.... okay," she panted out. He came, and that must have been the last thing it took. No hands were necessary for my husband to squirt cum out through the front of her panties, dripping onto the couch. A tiny corner of my mind was awfully glad they were in that position, not getting anything on the just-cleaned carpet, and then the rest of me surrendered to Jen's hands and her mouth on my nipple, and apparently she was just as affected by it as I was because I felt her body clench around my fingers and she moaned.
It took us all a bit to collect ourselves. I think the guys were a little surprised at themselves. And probably a lot wanting to try something like it again. Jen's husband seemed to be eyeing the dropped negligee awfully hard.