Utility closet strip show....

We have this closet that we keep meeting room supplies in over head projector, TV/VCR combo, extra chairs, like that. It is tucked into a corner and odd shaped. No light in there but there is an outlet because at one time the lack of light was noticed and somebody plugged in an office lamp in and set it on a stack of chair. It got knocked over and removed, so that's how I knew there is an outlet..normally you hold the door wide and root around or use a lighter to get stuff out. It is almost triangle shaped gets wider toward the back.

I tried to find some slutty catalogs this morning but only found a really old Newport News, with a scant section of 'intimates'. Nothing too kinky...I gave it to Derek, and said that I hoped  Diana had something better..It was fun watching him furtively looking through it..a couple of times he looked up from the images and then art me speculatively...shiver...

So Diana finally came over and had her head together with Derek, pressing a boob into his shoulder..not her fault she probably can't feel it through the silicon! ~kidding~ She was stage whispering things like "That's SO June"..and "You like? I TOTALLY have that one!" and "Sqeeeall...I am WEARING that one!!"

I had to rush over and see it..."No Way!" ...

"WAY!" and she pulled her neckline out and let me peek at the top of her purple, polka-dot bustier. "What do you think is holding up these seamed stockings!" She grabbed at my leg and 'frisked me' groping up to my ass..."It feels like you dressed for the day too!" as she found the straps to my Black Merry Widow. "We should do a fashion show!".

"Yeah, where, with all the cameras in this place?" rolling my eyes...

"Come on!" she said tottering off on her heels...

Derek followed, unbelieving...(as should you, my dear reader...)...when we reached the room, Diana tottered in, rolled the overhead projector to the outlet and pointed it at the ceiling. I could hear the music in my head..bow chicka bow wow...then I realized Diana  was singing that! ...As she stripped!

After she peeled down to her sexy Fredrick's Corset, she pointed to me and said your turn as she did a bump and grind in Derek's lap...I shyly, then more confidently stripped as Derek, gained courage and has cock in hand...It was actually a lot larger than I imagined..huge in fact...He jerked; we danced, kissing and making out, really putting on a show...I decided I couldn't let it go to waste, I dropped to my knees and sucked him dry.

A big mouthful. I snowballed with Diana, who came JUST from the taste of cum on her lips...the end..

OK back to reality. Didn't happen isn't gonna happen, well Diana might well drag Derek into the closet but she'd just flat out fuck him. I was kinda daydreaming after watching Derek look at me after looking at a pretty tame Newport catalog. Diana didn't stop by, and probably just as well.

Fun to think about though. Italics are the dream sequence...

Stole the image from Frederick's of Hollywood...Maybe their PR department can talk to their legal department out of suing me if I point you here to buy that luscious corset. Shame we can't surf the interwebs at work or I'd sit Derek in my lap and have him perve on their online catalog.

Derek doesn't stand a chance.

I am probably going to regret this on several levels but I sicc'ed Diana on Derek. He asked for it though. Not literally, but he did agree to let Diana help him pick out something for his girlfriend.

A reader reminded me about Diana offering to tease Derek. I thought it unwise not to mention to Derek that I had hinted about his interest in shoes to her, lest she flounce over and catch him off guard. At least that's what I told myself.

I was supposed to bring in some lingerie catalogs today but I forgot them. It reminded me though of an incident a couple (three?) of years ago.

Diana and I were on the same team. Someone was passing around an Avon catalog to get orders (frowned upon but tolerated, barely). There was a small section with shoes and some lingerie..Valentines Day or Christmas or something. I didn't pay much attention other than to order some lotion just to be supportive of the girl selling Avon on the side to help ends meet. This led to a discussion of catalogs in general and lingerie in specific. Someone dug through a purse and came up with some catalog that had a lingerie section. This was derided as 'too tame'. Diana said something about having a catalog with some "real" lingerie. She slipped out to the parking lot and came back with some catalog. It wasn't Fredrick's but like that. I remember giggling about panties with imprinted sayings. I don't remember any very well but one was something about tequila and the worm and obviously a penis reference.

So in the pricier section they had some constructed garments including a ribbed merry-widow and basques and corset looking things. One woman who interestingly was kind of know for kinky heels said, "I don't know anyone who would actually wear anything like that!..Garter straps? Where would you even get old fashioned stocking?" I met Diana's eye who was grinning broadly. Later in the lunchroom I said something about how funny that was since I actually have a couple that were similar to what we were looking at. Sylvia pulled up her modest (for her) skirt and revealed a purple garter strap...we BUSTED out laughing. So I KNOW she is Derek's kinda girl fetish-wear wise. She's every guys girl...Come to think of it I have been as of late, and probably modeled my what-is-slutty-fun to wear to work on Diana's tastes.

So I didn't tell all this to Derek but I did mention that I had forgotten to bring in a catalog but I would ask Diana if she had one. (She didn't, as it turned out.) He asked, "Won't she think that's weird?"..I explained..."Not Diana!"

I told him I would of course not mention his pointing out what he thought I might feel sexy in, that I'll just tell her your girlfriend has a birthday coming (don't we all?) and you were trying to find something sexy for her.

More or less having his consent, I approached Sylvia. I warned her that Derek blushes easily and that she wasn't to embarrass him or me in the team but maybe she could have some fun seeing what it is that he likes. She promised to bring in some catalogs tomorrow.

Seemed like a fun idea at the time, but now that I set it in motion I can see a dozen reasons why this was a BAD IDEA. Fun one though.

By the way...I was looking for a Frederick's of Hollywood cover for this post and ran across the above one from 1964! I didn't realize they were established that long ago...I found more of the catalog HERE. GREAT looking stuff. Makes me think that is probably what holds the waists in and the bosoms out on Mad Men. Great costumes on that show.)

Teasing Dustin....

Was the Dustin Hoffman character in that movie Derek? I might have Derek on the brain since he is obliquely staring at my legs as I rub my ankles together and then run an ankle up my calve.

When I got back from lunch, I thanked him for 'running that errand' for me and asked him if he found Jeniffer's size as well. He blushed huge at that. Mumbled something unintelligible. I prodded a bit and he explained he can't imagine a set of circumstances that would give him and opening to give them to her.

"Does she have nice legs?"

"Yeah, of course.." he enthused...

"So you explain, I think your legs would look GREAT in these. Admit to her that you had a whim to buy them while you were in the store on another errand. Admit that you were pretty embarrassed at check-out, and she will wear them." He pondered, nodding. "You were a bit embarrassed weren't you?" He blushed but only a slight pink.."yeah."

I said, "I feel you deserved the whole Mrs. Robinson rolling them on while you watch treatment, but not really work appropriate right?"

Who is "Mrs. Robinson?"

"The Graduate?" Blank look. "Dustin Hoffman?" ...Nothing..kids...

So he had a question: "Uh, how serious were you about me buying something for you to wear?"

Oops, bud nipping time. maybe. "Uh, I couldn't let you buy me anything actually, even if it wasn't a workplace issue, just you know, it would be wrong for me to accept." He rolled that one around. "Look its fun to wonder what you'd pick and probably fun for you to imagine doing it, but Jennifer notices a receipt from the mall and nothing from you, well that's trouble..trust me."

"You have something in mind, don't you?"

"Kinda, not really though..buying the stockings was kind of fun...I tried to get Jennifer to go with me into an underwear store in the mall.." (Need to teach the boy the nomenclature.) "She said it was too embarrassing. I thought about buying her something so I went in and asked the saleslady for some help for my girlfriend but i didn't know sizes and I got embarrassed and I left...this is a while ago when they had all the valentines stuff in the windows, you know?"

"What about catalogs? I could bring one in.."

So Derek and I have a date for perving through lingerie catalogs...that should be interesting. Probably better stick to Day-Night and Victoria's Secret. Might have to call the paramedics if I bring in Frederick's.

Grooming my Cuck...

Over the weekend, I engaged in a campaign of conditioning and gentle manipulation of my dear, fairly oblivious husband. I mentally poked and prodded him as I plotted and imagined. I feel not at all guilty about it.

I seem to have no shortage of ideas from correspondents, commentators on this blog, other peoples blogs and reading erotica. I tried a few of the ideas out, not in one long orchestrated, pre-planned way, but lazily as the things occurred to me.

Often, hubby obligingly played the 'straight man' setting up the punchline which I delivered to what seemed an enthusiastic audience. I wonder a bit how much is real and how much is in my head based on my preconceived notions of where my hubby's head is at. (More to the point which head his thoughts are at.)

Each and every comment and action seemed to me (seen through the prism of a rationalizing cuckoldress) tinged with cucky undertones.

Some outright some subtle, some wildly all in my head...

A weird example: Alan was helping with some housework and at one point was on a step-stool, feather duster in hand. From a picture i had seen on a sissy blog, my mind filled in a tableau of the surreal. I pictured him in a black ruffled 'french maid' costume with flared petticoats and a little white apron. In my minds eye I could see the misshapen bulge in his panties as I looked up his skirt. Mind you he was wearing baggy shorts at the time, and not at all attired in such a fashion. Made me think of shopping for a Halloween costume for him...

When he walked in to the bedroom and found me on the laptop, I told him that I had some rather kinky pics for our next porno session, and he needed to step up his game a bit. (The phrase suggested to me in an email was to tell hubby to "man up" and get some real porn on the screen for his part of out 'game' - made me giggle on a couple of levels.) I logged off my id and told him to look for some kinky porn and to aim for "shocking."

"Really??" he said as I looked over his shoulder and made a note of his password (predictable) as he logged in. I gave him some, "alone time" and came back to see he had indeed tried. I later went back through his history to see how his mind was working and he had googled "Kinky Porn". Well he is compliant anyway.

He did indeed find some kinky pics. My favorite that he showed me was a typical bukakke scene with a blond on her knees bathed in cum surrounded by 5 or six cocks. She had an incongruously angelic look of delight at results of her efforts. Not the actual picture he posted, but similar. I found this one here.

I had him vocalize his thoughts about it...I made it clear that I saw the girl as a stand-in for me thought she perhaps was chosen to be neutrally not much like me in age or appearance. I asked him to identify which cock he would be attached to in the scene. pretty interesting discussion. Although he conceded he would feel a little embarrassed to be surrounded by a collection of unsheathed swords, the it would be hot in the heat of the moment. He didn't seem to have a preference as to whether he was fucking her (my) face as others watched, was one of the cocks in her hand or simply jacked off in the background. It's all kind of the same level of hot he said.

I pressed a bit about his imaginings of me in a slutty-wife kind of role..."MILF servicing young guys at a frat party?"..."Hostess hired by middle-aged salesmen at a sales convention?" (Actually have kind of an open invitation of sorts for such a thing)..."Black guys in the back of a pool hall?" Threw that last one out there to both to see whether it generated an opening to bring up "Mr. Black" and to test the theory espoused in that referenced blog about cuckolds ultimate fantasy being size and stereotypically that image best served with a "black bull." He didn't bite on that one way or the other.

Other random bits and pieces of the weekend seemed cuckold related. For example I took advantage of a comment he made about my hosiery hanging in the shower to reinforce the point that I am wearing quite slutty underclothes to work nearly every day. Since the whole thing started with him imagining someone hitting on me at work, I want him thinking about that again.

Imagining me in a utility closet or bent of a desk or whatever. In fact the whole building is wired with a 'Big Brother array of cameras and really no place is safe for so much as a smootch. I actually brought up Derek by name. I left out of course my direct encouragement of him and the conversations he and I have had about it. I made it sound like I had simply noticed his eyes going to my legs from time to time especially when I engage in a little shoe play. I role-played it out a little with my husband sitting at his desk in his office showing how I dip and dangle a shoe. He thought it was hot and expressed how much he thought that Derek must enjoy that. Practically suggested that it would be an effective motivational tool to get the very best out of Derek that way. Derek was always obligingly conscientious about his work anyway, and my distractions are in fact just that and not likely to increase output.

I pushed the theme hard. I dug out my slutty red pumps and teased, If I had the guts to walk in the front door of work with these, "Do you think Derek would like these?" Oh yeah hubby said. He asked a lot of follow up questions that had me describing Derek and his age, my perception of his level of experience and the like.

I can't lead him too far into the murky world I swim in of cuckold blogs without the risk he will stumble here, but that otherwise would be a conversation starter of epic proportions wouldn't it? I recall someone mentioning having bookmarked some sites and realizing that his wife had browsed them. Talk about a hint.

In reality though the only thing that seems to be putting the brakes on a full-on cuckold experience of more or less my choosing is the thought that that would be a really huge genie (possibly a genie wielding a BBC) to stuff back into the bottle. As I have mentioned before also I like having dirty little secrets too it seems....It has been suggested I could still pick and choose which experiences to share and which to keep to myself, but maintaining the image of being not quite daring enough to do it makes the deception the more delicious.

I trolled Ashley-Madison some more this weekend and started up with some possibles. One seems like a good match about locations and availability. He sells real estate and he has had the fantasy of using his free time and access to vacant and semi-vacant homes for devilish delights. He admitted the perilous nature of the consequences of getting caught both inflame him and keep him from acting on it. He said that I seemed like someone he could trust to think on my feet in a near miss situation he envisions. He said he has mostly run into women too scared to try, or so bold they scare him. Little does he know about my recent fascination with close-call public sex.

The other thing I like about his profession is that it is one of the few that I could see plausibly (assuming anything develops between he and I) where I could invite him into our home with hubby right there to give opinions about our home such as what it might be worth and whether moving makes sense. (We would take a bath, but on the other hand we could buy something else equally cheaply..hubby and I have actually talked about it.)

There were probably a lot more discussions and activities this weekend that escape me at the moment but the other one was my again bringing up my slutty co-worker Diana. I had mentioned her in context of saying that she was jealous of Derek's attention to my legs when I mentioned it to her and that she was going to click-click by in some slutty shoes Monday to gauge his reaction. He thought the whole campaign to corrupt Derek was funny-hot. He also encouraged me to take up Diana's invitation to go to happy hour with her like old times. He even offered to get dinner for the kidling at home.

So hubby is going to babysit while I go to a bar with cheap drinks and a known slut as a wing-woman? Can you say cuck-cuck-a doo? Diana hasn't even pushed it at all lately I practically made it up to probe him a bit, but I think I shall. Diana's fake ones (and modestly, my real ones) are men-magnets in a bar. I told him he would have to show up and pry the men off us at some point early - or I can'`t be held responsible for the consequences. He liked that.

Interesting what you don't know interests you till it does...

This little video clip is but one example. I was aware (as I think most women are) of this arrow in the general quiver of flirty things you can do to catch a guys eye. I hadn't thought of it as a full-on fetish till a couple of different guys wrote after I had in passing alluded to doing this with Derek. This video was one I looked up to explain to hubby how I was teasing Derek a little as "punishment" for noticing him noticing my shoes. This led to a discussion about tattoos. Neither hubby nor I have any or any plans for same but both agree hers looks hot here. We talked about some temporary tattoos as something that might be fun to try.

This led me to think of the many things that I either search out myself now online or hear from others about in response t my blog.

There is a whole category of kink revolving around panties it seems. These panty perverts (and I mean that in the most wholesome and delightful and encouraging way) come in all stripes and flavors it seems. There are those that want me to go sans panties and enjoy the breeze up my skirt. There are actually fans of vintage look from granny panties to the ruffled "rumba butt" . There are fan's of thongs and french cut and low riding all requiring a different level of deforestation or being shaved like a porn star to accommodate all these taste. There are fan's (elvis was one) of the more "natural" look peeking out around the fabric. There are crotchless and even edible ones...(just FYI, they are neither particularly wearable nor edible, just sayin').

Then you take all of those choices and do a little gender-fucking. Guys in panties are interesting. Some do it for a kink. Some like the feel. Some like to be humiliated and find it shaming. Some delight in it. Some like to shave smooth and "be the girl" some like to make it obvious they are fucking with gender and proudly display hair legs. Some wish they could shave but hesitate because of the discussion that would ensue with the wife or the girlfriend (or both!...teehee!). Then you have manly men, who have no such interest ineither crossdressing or panties yet shave like a pornstar and proudly display shapely legs...I wonder how many cyclists crossdress or how many corssdressers swim?

And all of these kinks doesn't even begin to address the varied places readers seem to be coming from. I've got cucks and sissys and cuckolded sissy's (which interestingly aren't all one and the same.) I have wife-hunters and milf-hunters and bulls, (oh my!). I have cuckoldresses and cheating wives. Monogamous pairs. Swingers. What a great cocktail party they would make one and all, no? Hot wives and slut wives and cheating husbands and even the occasional ascetic.

Wasn't there a country song a while back."Who's cheating who, and who's bein' true, and who don't even care anymore?"

Guess the hosery....

This is an interesting game that apparently Derek has been playing all along, and is now kind of a joint exercise....

The other day when I got the thigh highs I also got some sandal-foot pantyhose because I wanted to wear a pair of strappy heels that I haven't worn in a while.

Yesterday, I wore them to work with a rather snug pencil skirt. I was alone with Derek when several people took an afternoon break and caught him looking at my shoes.

"Caught you that time." I remarked. "But you have either lost interest or are getting better at using your peripherals."

He grinned and said, "Oh, I am always noticing."

So what do you think, "Pantyhose or not?," I teased

"I was thinking pantyhose." He said with very little hesitation.

"You been keeping track?"

"Well, since that one day, after I finally got what you meant about not wearing pantyhose I can't help but notice. Like for instance yesterday with the black and then red shoes you were definitely not wearing pantyhose."

"How could you tell?" I said it casually, but I very well knew how..I had worn the bulky garter-belt and a clingy skirt at least at the top of it.

"The straps holding them up kinda showed." He actually blushed a little.

"Well its nice to be noticed, Derek. I kinda hoped though that no one noticed I switched shoes though. I hadn't meant to wear them to work."

"Why not?"

"Not really business appropriate."

"So why did you switch?"

Uh oh....hmmmmm.....well I started this....

I looked him right in the eye and said..."I had a lunch-date, and wanted to look nice."

He thought about that for what seemed like forever and then just. 'Oh.'

I told him that I was embarrassed a little when I realized my mistake. I said since I kind of thought if anyone noticed it would have been him, and that I though about sending him out to my car to fetch the proper pair. He likes responsibility and apparently shoes, so it was a natural fit from an executive standpoint.

He smiled big and said..."You should have, I'd be glad to have gotten them for you. I would have thought you wouldn't embarrass easily though, Mrs ________." He always make me feel like a third grade teacher when he calls me that.

He did a really lousy job of not looking for the rest of the day. Today I wore more sensible shoes and thigh highs. I haven't asked for his guess yet.

Kind of a weird unintended consequence from slutting it up for my date.

I ran into Diana who is sort of the most likely to push the boundaries of business attire and related part of this story, basically just mentioning that I had unintentionally worn some kinky shoes to work (leaving out the lunchtime shoe switcheroo) and that a young guy on my team had noticed them. She immediately said, Oh the red ones? I was aghast! I hadn't even seen Diana that day and she had noticed? Before I could get my head around that, she of course wanted to know who on my team had noticed...she said, "I'll have to wear something outrageous and strut on by. Can't let you have all the fun." That sounds like trouble.

So I asked her about when she had seen them. It was worse than I thought. Apparently, she overheard a couple of the administrative staff girls talking about my choice of shoes. One saying to the other, "I hope I have the guts to wear shoes like that when i am her age!" Diana loved needling me with that comment.

"We should go out sometime after work like old times. I know lots of places you could wear those shoes!" Old times involved a lot of alcohol and Diana displaying ample amounts of her proudly bought and paid for cleavage.

I mentioned Diana's open invitation but not the comment about the shoes to hubby..(Hubby has met her and knows what a wild child she is). He said, "You should go..you were pretty good friends a while back." Is he kidding?? Go to a pick-up bar with Diana? Well perhaps he isn't kidding...

My social calender is getting complicated...

Pre-date Prep and Jitters.

I woke before my alarm clock ans squirmed with excitement. I considered jumping hubby who was lying on his no doubt morning wood. He mus have sensed me thinking about it because he humped the mattress a couple of times in his sleep as I pondered. I decided to let my arousal build to a crescendo.

Extra attention in the shower with the disposable razor..smooth smooth smooth.

I packed my satchel as I am calling it. It is a big tote we got on vacation with flowers that color in the sunlight. I have been taking the laptop in it since it fits and now I have to bring it home each night since hubby remembers we have it. I am hoping the tote hides it a little but doesn't look like I am hiding it if he happens to notice.

I grabbed my fairly realistic modest sized dildo with the twist dial on the base that goes from hmmmm to WOW. (Well, I'm pretty used to it now so the wow in maybe lowercase now. I can ride a wave for a while with the tip of it pressed to my clit...nice realistic mouth feel to it if it does taste a bit plastic-y)

Kinky shoes...red 4" stilettos I think I got from Frederick's of Hollywood. Penny-pinching accountant husband has NEVER said no to a purchase from Fred's. From the dog-ears on the corners of the catalog, I think he reads it for the articles... There was no intention of anyone from work seeing the shoes, but Derek definitely noticed and that led to an interesting discussion, but thats a whole 'nother post. Maybe I'll throw that in at the end...(I know what a tease!).

Packed my red lacy garterbelt that matched the front closing bra I had put on. The panties are a replacement that go OK, but aren't part of the set.

Longish skirt with lots of pleats for easier access. Snap-up top for quick access.

Stockings! Damn!....Not one single pair i can put together as matching is without a run or a toe-hole. Been wearing my kinky stuff lately and been going through stockings. I should send husband to pick some up to draw MORE attention to the fact that I am going out of the house fully slutted up these days. He said something the other day when he was moving some lingerie from the shower so he could get in...I apologized for turning the bathroom into a laundromat...he said something about not minding since wearing the kinky stuff seems to have made me horny lately...that's kind of backwards of what is going on, but it made a nice alibi...I love wondering if he is wondering...

I decided to stop by Walgreens on the way to work and get thigh highs. I have my mind set on the garter belt so knew I would have to bunch up the elasticy part to get the clips from the garter straps on, but no guy is going to notice the redundancy of stay-up stockings and a garter belt. Its all about the visuals here.

I browsed quickly at the store grabbing some sundries. Travel size toothpaste and a folding brush...other things so it didn;t look like I had made a walk of shame trip for new stockings only. The nude color I selected was a little less so than say sheer black...

I picked the older lady's line Then got out of line when I realized...CONDOMS!

I had made it clear that I was taking Brian up on his non-strings cunnilingus offer to 'payback' for the no strings fellatio he got a while ago. I had no intention of letting his cock go to waste, in fact I had very specific plans to use it in every way imaginable. Reminding him to bring condoms would give it away, and no condom well not going there! So I grabbed a huge multipack figuring I would blush once and deep red now rather than a few times over the course of the next month or two...(If this econo-slut sized box doesn't last me a while....I deserve the title)

Back to older ladys line..(who is probably my age...ghak!) it is a little shorter..she is slow....come on come on...cute youngish guy behind me, he can no doubt see the condoms. I brazenly don;t try to hide them...bold, marj, bold.

Young guy on other register is hustling and clears his longer line...

"Ma'am I can help you here.." to me (Grrr Ma'am...although Brian said it a few times later and in that context it warmed my domme-y little heart). I was next and Older lady was looking myopically for a UPC on the purchase in front of me..deep breath I switched lines as did the youngish guy behind me...

I prepared to blush as I watched him ring me up with out comment...quick efficient, professional..ALMOST (but not really) disappointed when he didn't call for a price check on slut-pack condoms...Bagged, paid for and I swear he held my eye with a glint for just a moment at the end...probably my feverish imagination..it does that.

Off to work. I could easily have waited till just before lunch, but to be honest I wanted Derek to catch an eyeful of sheer stockings if not slutty shoes..I had worn semi sensible (for me lately) shoes. Mary Janes with a wider ankle-strap think frumpy not bondage gear but with kinky but only 3" heels.

Bathroom stall. Lose the shoes. Skirt on the hook, panties in the satchel. Slidddde on the stockings,,(love that feeling) they stay up as they are made to...could have left it at that, but wriggled and twisted and clipped and got the straps on. This made the tops bunch up like I knew they would and I frowned a little at the bulge that would make in the line of my skirt.

Looked at the panties which have to go OVER the garter straps both for fuckable access but also in case you want too pee in a hurry! But looks a little silly to me that way. I took a readers sugestiona nd went sans panties. That was fun..I used to find that daring slutty in my youth and was pleased to feel that again. maybe I will have no-panty Wednesdays or something...can;t wait to announce that to my team...

Made it to my desk more or less on time...self conscious about the straps but in a hot way...Derek didn't seem to to notice..not even with the bending, and dangling and leg crossing I put in. It was a good way to kill a few hours before lunch though..(Didn't expect me to WORK did you?)

Dragging out this story DOES seem a bit of a tease as suggested. SO I figure I will drag this out for days!!!! (sticks out tongue)