A CD'S Unexpected Orgy (The Nameless)
One scorching July Friday afternoon I was driving home from a hard days slog at the garage wondering and worrying about my future. Then I suddenly remembered that my wife had invited a few work colleagues for a garden party to celebrate her belated promotion. I decided to have a shave and shower, blow-dry my long flowing hair and get from under her feet. After all, she's entitled to another one her boring nights, and I'm also entitled to one of mine, so I made the decision to piss off down the pub to see if I'd run into any mates.
After about twenty minutes I made my way to the master bedroom, and to my slight surprise there stood my wife looking quite worried.
'What's up with your face?' I asked her. She turned to face me with concern in her eyes.
'Well to cut a long story short, the head caterer and waitress hasn't bloody turned up, so now I'm going to look like a complete incompetent bimbo because she's let me down.' She blurted out almost incoherently.
'What do you want me to do about it? Besides...how can you be classed as a bimbo when you're not even blonde? And You're forever kicking me out of the kitchen.' I replied with a grin.
'That's because I get really jealous when my husband is a much better cook than me. Anyway, I want you to pretend to be her, you're the same build and everything.' She must have noticed the shock in my expression. She smiled then kissed me long and slow. Her voice was husky when we eventually came back up for air.
'I also know what you get up to behind closed doors.' I almost collapsed with fright, but I realised that there's no way she could possibly know about my other side. As though she'd just read my mind, she opened the top drawer on her side of the bed and pulled out some DVD's with my name on them.
'I have to say...I'm even more jealous. Not only are you better than me in the kitchen, but you even look better than me when you're dressed as a woman...it must be said though, you're not exactly Max Factor in the make-up department are you darling?' I knew the game was up and my eight year lie had finally come to an end.
She rummaged around in a large carrier bag, pulled out a bundle of clothes and handed them to me. I stared at the items as though they were deadly venomous arachnids about to strike.
'What's this?' I asked in confusion mixed with fear.
'It's an almost exact replica of the uniforms the other two waitresses are wearing...I bought it ages ago to surprise you but it didn't fit, so you might as well have it. Get into it and take any of my stockings...I don't think I have to tell you where they're kept...I'll come back in about ten minutes to do your make-up.' She winked at me before she closed the door.
I was still somewhat confused for a time, but it didn't take long for my confusion to turn into excitement as the nylon stockings felt so good.
After my wife had applied my make-up, she told me to stand and look in the mirror. I was more pleased than a lottery winner with the perfection she performed. She asked me to twirl and noticed the bulge beneath my skirt and immediately got to her knees. Before I knew what was happening, she lifted up my skirt and wrenched down my skimpy lace panties, then proceeded to give the best blow job of my life, which lasted under a minute until my cock exploded in her mouth. After she'd swallowed every last drop of my cum, she quickly checked her face in the mirror and satisfied that there were no tell-tale signs of sexual shenanigans, she tucked away my private parts as best she could considering the ridiculously small knickers I was wearing. She opened the bedroom door, but paused before she closed it. She had a serious look on her face as she spoke.
'Get yourself down there as soon as you can and do your stuff...oh and another thing, try and be discreet when you meet your temporary work colleagues.' Her words stayed with me for the next few minutes until I was on the verge of worrying again. 'How the fuck can I pull this off?' I said to myself loudly. The words seemed amplified as if the whole street could hear them. I got to my feet and took a few deep breaths before I made my way downstairs to greet my co-workers, and try to keep up the pretense for the rest of the day. To my surprise they were both slim, in their mid-forties, and it was obvious by their closeness that they'd worked together for some time.
'Who are you?' The blonde asked him.
'I'm just helping out.' I replied in the best feminine voice I could muster. The two waitresses glanced at each other.
'Well we already have someone coming soon to take that lazy fat bitch's place...didn't anyone tell you?' The brunette was laughing as she spoke.
'Oh great, nobody did tell me to be honest.' The blonde was about to speak when the doorbell rang. I didn't know whether I was saved by the bell or doomed at this point.
'I'll get that.' My wife said before she hurried from the garden and through the kitchen to answer the front door. She returned with a young pretty waitress with pink and blue hair, and I guessed her age to be around twenty.
'Looks like we have even more help than we need.' My wife uttered to me as she strolled back into the garden. She even afforded me a seductive wink.
For the next few hours the four of us were cooking and taking food and drinks out to my wife's snobby friends, and I noticed that quite a few guests were observing me suspiciously making me think the game was up. However, the more they stared the less I cared. I also noticed the two older waitresses were becoming more amorous with each other as the hours rolled by, so it was now obvious to me they were more than just work colleagues. They even started to slap my arse at every opportunity.
It was now 11:30pm and most of the guests had left, and the only people that were left were myself, my wife, her boss (he was quite flamboyant to say the least) and the three waitresses. My wife suggested that we all retire to the living room for even more drinks. While I was busy at the drinks cabinet pouring spirits from various decanters, I overheard my wife complaining about how much her ridiculous stiletto shoes were killing her so she kicked them off. As I handed the drinks round, my wife also began to complain about her dress being uncomfortable. I thought nothing of it so I sat down to have a sip of my treble Irish Whiskey. She then stood with her back to her boss and asked him to unzip her, and I spat my drink out all over the place. This action caused all eyes to focus on me.
'What's up with you? Don't tell me you haven't seen it all a million times before.' Her boss remarked cheekily as my wife's dress slipped to the floor in a heap around her feet I thought I was in the middle of someone else's crazy dream. I was speechless so I downed the rest of my drink, which scorched the back of my throat. I quickly got to my feet and poured another large measure. When I turned round her boss was fondling her breasts, and it suddenly occurred to me that maybe this was the reason she was promoted to HR Manageress on Monday. Before I could protest, the younger of the three waitresses was on her knees behind my wife pulling down her panties and kissing and licking her arse. I know I should have felt mortified, but my growing erection denied me that feeling. The next thing I knew the two older waitresses were upon me smothering me with sensual sloppy kisses. I knew this wasn't April 1st, and I was certain it wasn't my birthday either. Nevertheless I reluctantly complied and before long all six of us were naked and repeatedly swapping partners like we were all going out of fashion.
There wasn't anything sexually we didn't do that memorable night. I fucked everyone in the room (including her randy boss) and I also took it up my arse from everyone, as my wife's strap-on was passed around to the other girls. I'd never came as much as I did that night. I even had plenty of sissygasms, which was a first for me. After the guests had departed, me and my wife were left in a heap on the floor exhausted and saturated with piss and cum. I glanced at the large clock on the wall and realised it was after 4am. I turned to my wife.
'Did all that stuff really happen?' I asked her.
'My aching pussy and arsehole tells me that it did darling. Did you enjoy it?' Her voice was seductive as I glanced around at the surrounding disarray.
'Well hun, it looks like we have a shit load of cleaning up to do.' I mumbled.
'We'll worry about that later...right now I have other plans.' She replied before smothering me with kisses. Before long we were having the best sex I've ever had, which lasted another four hours. I remember I had problems walking properly for a few days. A few of my friends and family members even thought I was trying to do a bad impression of John Wayne.
'At long last my tranny hubby no longer needs to sneak around behind my back and pinch all my clothes...I tell you what, we'll go online later and I'll help you choose enough lingerie and outfits to fill the wardrobe in the spare room.' I turned to her wondering whether she was serious or I was still in somebody else's crazy dream.
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After about twenty minutes I made my way to the master bedroom, and to my slight surprise there stood my wife looking quite worried.
'What's up with your face?' I asked her. She turned to face me with concern in her eyes.
'Well to cut a long story short, the head caterer and waitress hasn't bloody turned up, so now I'm going to look like a complete incompetent bimbo because she's let me down.' She blurted out almost incoherently.
'What do you want me to do about it? Besides...how can you be classed as a bimbo when you're not even blonde? And You're forever kicking me out of the kitchen.' I replied with a grin.
'That's because I get really jealous when my husband is a much better cook than me. Anyway, I want you to pretend to be her, you're the same build and everything.' She must have noticed the shock in my expression. She smiled then kissed me long and slow. Her voice was husky when we eventually came back up for air.
'I also know what you get up to behind closed doors.' I almost collapsed with fright, but I realised that there's no way she could possibly know about my other side. As though she'd just read my mind, she opened the top drawer on her side of the bed and pulled out some DVD's with my name on them.
'I have to say...I'm even more jealous. Not only are you better than me in the kitchen, but you even look better than me when you're dressed as a woman...it must be said though, you're not exactly Max Factor in the make-up department are you darling?' I knew the game was up and my eight year lie had finally come to an end.
She rummaged around in a large carrier bag, pulled out a bundle of clothes and handed them to me. I stared at the items as though they were deadly venomous arachnids about to strike.
'What's this?' I asked in confusion mixed with fear.
'It's an almost exact replica of the uniforms the other two waitresses are wearing...I bought it ages ago to surprise you but it didn't fit, so you might as well have it. Get into it and take any of my stockings...I don't think I have to tell you where they're kept...I'll come back in about ten minutes to do your make-up.' She winked at me before she closed the door.
I was still somewhat confused for a time, but it didn't take long for my confusion to turn into excitement as the nylon stockings felt so good.
After my wife had applied my make-up, she told me to stand and look in the mirror. I was more pleased than a lottery winner with the perfection she performed. She asked me to twirl and noticed the bulge beneath my skirt and immediately got to her knees. Before I knew what was happening, she lifted up my skirt and wrenched down my skimpy lace panties, then proceeded to give the best blow job of my life, which lasted under a minute until my cock exploded in her mouth. After she'd swallowed every last drop of my cum, she quickly checked her face in the mirror and satisfied that there were no tell-tale signs of sexual shenanigans, she tucked away my private parts as best she could considering the ridiculously small knickers I was wearing. She opened the bedroom door, but paused before she closed it. She had a serious look on her face as she spoke.
'Get yourself down there as soon as you can and do your stuff...oh and another thing, try and be discreet when you meet your temporary work colleagues.' Her words stayed with me for the next few minutes until I was on the verge of worrying again. 'How the fuck can I pull this off?' I said to myself loudly. The words seemed amplified as if the whole street could hear them. I got to my feet and took a few deep breaths before I made my way downstairs to greet my co-workers, and try to keep up the pretense for the rest of the day. To my surprise they were both slim, in their mid-forties, and it was obvious by their closeness that they'd worked together for some time.
'Who are you?' The blonde asked him.
'I'm just helping out.' I replied in the best feminine voice I could muster. The two waitresses glanced at each other.
'Well we already have someone coming soon to take that lazy fat bitch's place...didn't anyone tell you?' The brunette was laughing as she spoke.
'Oh great, nobody did tell me to be honest.' The blonde was about to speak when the doorbell rang. I didn't know whether I was saved by the bell or doomed at this point.
'I'll get that.' My wife said before she hurried from the garden and through the kitchen to answer the front door. She returned with a young pretty waitress with pink and blue hair, and I guessed her age to be around twenty.
'Looks like we have even more help than we need.' My wife uttered to me as she strolled back into the garden. She even afforded me a seductive wink.
For the next few hours the four of us were cooking and taking food and drinks out to my wife's snobby friends, and I noticed that quite a few guests were observing me suspiciously making me think the game was up. However, the more they stared the less I cared. I also noticed the two older waitresses were becoming more amorous with each other as the hours rolled by, so it was now obvious to me they were more than just work colleagues. They even started to slap my arse at every opportunity.
It was now 11:30pm and most of the guests had left, and the only people that were left were myself, my wife, her boss (he was quite flamboyant to say the least) and the three waitresses. My wife suggested that we all retire to the living room for even more drinks. While I was busy at the drinks cabinet pouring spirits from various decanters, I overheard my wife complaining about how much her ridiculous stiletto shoes were killing her so she kicked them off. As I handed the drinks round, my wife also began to complain about her dress being uncomfortable. I thought nothing of it so I sat down to have a sip of my treble Irish Whiskey. She then stood with her back to her boss and asked him to unzip her, and I spat my drink out all over the place. This action caused all eyes to focus on me.
'What's up with you? Don't tell me you haven't seen it all a million times before.' Her boss remarked cheekily as my wife's dress slipped to the floor in a heap around her feet I thought I was in the middle of someone else's crazy dream. I was speechless so I downed the rest of my drink, which scorched the back of my throat. I quickly got to my feet and poured another large measure. When I turned round her boss was fondling her breasts, and it suddenly occurred to me that maybe this was the reason she was promoted to HR Manageress on Monday. Before I could protest, the younger of the three waitresses was on her knees behind my wife pulling down her panties and kissing and licking her arse. I know I should have felt mortified, but my growing erection denied me that feeling. The next thing I knew the two older waitresses were upon me smothering me with sensual sloppy kisses. I knew this wasn't April 1st, and I was certain it wasn't my birthday either. Nevertheless I reluctantly complied and before long all six of us were naked and repeatedly swapping partners like we were all going out of fashion.
There wasn't anything sexually we didn't do that memorable night. I fucked everyone in the room (including her randy boss) and I also took it up my arse from everyone, as my wife's strap-on was passed around to the other girls. I'd never came as much as I did that night. I even had plenty of sissygasms, which was a first for me. After the guests had departed, me and my wife were left in a heap on the floor exhausted and saturated with piss and cum. I glanced at the large clock on the wall and realised it was after 4am. I turned to my wife.
'Did all that stuff really happen?' I asked her.
'My aching pussy and arsehole tells me that it did darling. Did you enjoy it?' Her voice was seductive as I glanced around at the surrounding disarray.
'Well hun, it looks like we have a shit load of cleaning up to do.' I mumbled.
'We'll worry about that later...right now I have other plans.' She replied before smothering me with kisses. Before long we were having the best sex I've ever had, which lasted another four hours. I remember I had problems walking properly for a few days. A few of my friends and family members even thought I was trying to do a bad impression of John Wayne.
'At long last my tranny hubby no longer needs to sneak around behind my back and pinch all my clothes...I tell you what, we'll go online later and I'll help you choose enough lingerie and outfits to fill the wardrobe in the spare room.' I turned to her wondering whether she was serious or I was still in somebody else's crazy dream.
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