Chapter 1

It Started on Halloween (bi)

In year three of our marriage my wife gained weight. In years four and five Aileen gained a little more. And I’m ok with it. In fact, I think it adds rather than detracts from her attractiveness and our femdom sex life.

Now don’t get me wrong. She’s not obese. See was overly skinny when we dated and now she’s beautifully curvy and still gets lots of looks. I just can’t resist her curves. I suppose most men can’t resist a shapely woman.

Her boobs went from mouthfuls to handfuls. Her ass changed from flat to being a perfect bubble butt which is much better when her pussy hovers above my mouth.

She didn’t mind buying a whole new wardrobe. I didn’t mind when she bought new dominatrix outfits either as we were gradually drifting toward that life-style.

We hadn’t been doing it long. And we had not yet done any bondage or a lot of other stuff. Basically we dabbled in her becoming sexually demanding, sexually commanding, and sitting on my face with her new round ass.

Then it was Halloween and when we discussed it we just decided to wear our old costumes from a couple years prior when she went as a sexy nurse and I went as a surgeon. That night long ago when it began, we had role played with me being bossy and her being my obedient nurse. We also decided that this year the nurse was going to get payback and I was really looking forward to it.

We were invited to a Halloween party at Mark and Hannah’s who were probably our hottest couple friends. By eight-thirty we realized we had a problem: her costume didn’t fit anymore. There was just no way she was going to squeeze into it.

We tried to make a stupid couples costume with garbage bags and tape but it didn’t work. We were out of ideas and were either going to have to skip the party or take our chances at the store on the way.

With few options and the real possibility of staying home, Aileen happened to pick up the nurse costume and instructed me in her most domineering voice, “Peter? Put on the red panties and bra!”

We had never done anything at all with femdom dress-up and I was more than enthusiastic for a little something new. It would be a delightfully kinky romp before we headed off to the store on the way to the party in order to get whatever costumes were left. I had no qualms about wearing girls underthings in the privacy of our home. Aileen was no longer the shy inexperienced lass she had once been and every time she expanded beyond her comfort zone I was rewarded.

I thought the lingerie was sufficient but I knew better than to argue with my Mistress in the bedroom, so when she had me don the rest of the nurses costume I did it without question. She looked me over pretending to be a strong authoritative doctor and she was sure that any man would want me dressed as I was. I only cared about one ‘man’ – my doctor.

With panties, pantyhose, garters, and a skirt, my penis was covered in layers, making it totally inaccessible. In contrast she could wear anything at all, or even nothing under the surgical gown and have easy access to all her sexy parts.

I complained, “The party starts in an hour. How are we even going to have a quickie without having to get completely undressed and redressed?”

Trotting off and returning from the kitchen she knelt before me, then lifting my skirt, she cut out a hole for my hard cock to poke through. Gleefully she declared, “My! Look how excited my slutty sissy nurse is!”

I ran my dickhead across her cheek, “I can do it twice, you know. Let’s have a ‘tranny’ blowjob now then the handsome doctor can take advantage of his nurse tonight when we get home.” First she made a distasteful face at my idea.

Then she smiled, “A ‘tranny’ blowjob? You have the most fascinating ideas.” But instead she lifted her scrubs, bent over and told me to be quick, saying that she wasn’t in the mood to suck me. Then added that I didn’t look very suckable anyway as girly as I was.

Wasting no time I inserted my dick into her pussy and started fucking. Twenty minutes later I announced defeat, “This isn’t my favorite way. Sit on my face and I’ll cum in five minutes.”

Aileen glanced at the clock, “We only have forty minutes before the party starts and it’s a forty-five minute drive. You’re gonna have to wait.” Showing her irritation with my failure she also said, “And there’s definitely no time to stop at the store. Your dick causes more problems…”

“I can’t go like this! I’ll be insatiably horny all night and my cock is making my skirt stick straight out.” I tried to persuade her again, “Just let me suck your toes then. I’ll be fast. I promise.”

My dear wife patted my head diminutively, “But I like you uncontrollable horny. You’re so compliant.” Then she glanced at my dick, “Regarding this little problem, you better figure something out.” Unexpectedly she grabbed me by my horny problem and led me out the front door, through the parking lot, and to our car. Anyone might have seen us if they looked out their window at the right time.

On the way to the party we talked about nothing in particular while I did times tables in my head. Having successfully brought my raging hard-on under control I was ready to go in until my mischievous darling whispered seductively, “Tonight might be extra special when we get home. Play your cards right and it might also be the night you get your first creampie.” She went to mingle while I imagined how I would fill her cunt just before she rolled on top of me. Then it took me an extra fifteen minutes before I could join her inside.

There were three couples total. In addition to ourselves and the hosts, Lyla and Zayden had been invited too.

Hannah took my jacket, teasing me and making risqué comments when my outfit was exposed. I shrugged, telling the group, “It was this or a garbage bag.”

Gawking at Hannah and Lyla in their revealing costumes I knew I was going to have trouble keeping my dick soft and hidden. I downed three shots right away hoping whiskey dick would help.

Hannah and Mark were pirates and I tell you no pirate had ever looked hotter than long legged Hannah in her shredded black skirt.

Meanwhile Zayden and Lyla were Aladin and Jasmine which worked nicely given their Italian skin tones. Lyla was the modest one in our group so just seeing her dark belly was more skin than she’d ever shown. I would rub a lamp to see more of her any day.

After appetizers Mark announced a game called This or That. Everyone had these printed cards and we took turns asking each other questions. I didn’t think there was much point to the game as it wasn’t a game where there would be a winner.

Aileen read the first card, “Steak or Salad?” Then we went around saying if we would rather eat a steak or a salad. It was kind of boring with the only bright spot being when Mark insinuated that his wife could eat his meat anytime. She slapped his shoulder playfully in response. From their little interaction I inferred that Mark enjoyed blowjobs at least once in a while and I looked at her plump lips in a new way from then onward.

My card was, “Maserati or Mustang?” We all gave our two cents, there being a wide variety of reasons. I was first and I said I preferred Mustangs because it was an American car. Going around Aileen was last and when it was her turn she experimented with being sexually bold as she chose Mustang because she would rather “ride” American made. She eyed my crotch blatantly, making it clear she was referring to me being an American.

Lyla joined in the mirth. Hugging her husband possessively she asked my wife, “So you would never ride, like, an Italian or anything?”

Growing more wild, and more than a little inebriated, she kissed my face all over to make her point clear, “Only American. But I’ll ride anything with enough horsepower to make me feel good.” Now THAT answer made everybody squirm.

We did a couple more cards and established a solid precedent wherein someone made at least one sexual innuendo for every card.

The next time it was Mark’s turn he read, “Fish or Sandalwood?” Hanna proclaimed, “We all know what smells like fish.” Her comment drew raucous cheers.

Zayden was sitting there looking confused so Hannah asked him if he didn’t know what smelled like fish. Only it was Lyla who answered for her hubby, “How would he know? He’s got less than zero experience with anything that would help him understand.” He was still confused.

Mark said Zayden should ask me as I obviously knew very well what smelled like fish. He took that advice literally and leaned behind his wife, who was sitting between us, so I could tell him more privately. I leaned behind her too, enjoying the feeling of her bare skin touching me. I whispered softly, knowing that the only ones close enough to hear would be him and her, “It’s your wife’s vagina that smells like fish. You should try it sometime.”

He sat back stunned at the suggestion. But Lyla mouthed a noiseless “Thank you.” to me.

Then we switched to the blue cards.

My card said, “Why is it better to live to two hundred than to have a million dollars?” I reasoned that if you could live to two hundred you could easily make a million dollars.

Hanna said I would want to live to two hundred so I could eat a million pussies. I didn’t deny it but I didn’t want to admit any interest in infidelity so I faltered, “I’ve always liked pussy and if I were single that would be one thing. But I’m not.”

The very wasted and belligerent Zayden grilled Aileen, “You said you were a one man woman. And you’re ok knowing that he did THAT with other women before you were married?”

“Oh honey,” she spoke too loudly under the influence of alcohol herself, “I AM a one man woman… but it would be totally hot to watch my Peter, er, ‘smelling’, other women.” I was pretty sure that ‘smelling’ was being used as a euphemism for cunnilingus.

Mark was being a tipsy wise-ass just then, singing, “Peter Peter, pussy eater, had a wife and couldn’t keep her… from offering up his services.” But then he looked me up and down in my costume, “Or should I say HER services because lesbians only eat pussy.”

No one wanted to comment on any of that so Hanna told Lyla it was her turn to read. I could see her card which said, “Why would you rather have super strength as opposed to perfect health?” But looking at me she pretended to read: “Why would you rather have a super sense of smell as opposed to an oversized penis?”

I thought the question hit a little too close to home and worried about what my wife might have shared with Lyla. I think she might have been comparing me to Zayden. And for your information, five inches is well within the range of normal.

Mark didn’t believe the card said that. But Hanna snatched it away, declaring that it was exactly what it said. By now my wife wasn’t the only one to have had a few too many drinks and he believed Hannah’s obvious lie.

I prepared a response, but giggling dramatically, Aileen answered for me, “If he had a super sense of smell he could know everything about the smell every pussy in this room right now even from seven feet away. Why, he could even know which one of us walked into a room if he were blindfolded.”

I could barely contain my thoughts as I not-so-secretly stared at the place where every woman’s pussy lay hidden.

Suddenly Zayden got angry, “The fucker is turned-on just mentioning the word pussy! Just put him to the fucking test already.” I clamped my hands over my lap but it was too late.

Hannah mused, “What would the test be?”

I just blurted out the first thing on my mind, “I could identify my wife just by her beautiful aroma.”

Mark objected, “Big deal. So could I. Um, my wife that is. Not yours.”

But it was Lyla who surprised us all, “Have Peter name every one of us by smelling our pussies alone.”

I latched onto that opportunity, “I’ll need to be closer than seven feet. And no barriers.”

Hanna shouted out that there should be a prize. Aileen declared authoritatively that if I correctly named all of them I could have sex with each of the ladies. But there were murmurings of discontent.

Warily I considered my odds. Clearly I would get Aileen right. I’ve seen Hannah in a swimsuit and I knew that she shaves herself bald. A bald pussy should smell slightly less odorifous than a hairy one. That meant I should be able to figure out Lyla by process of elimination.

Then I rethought the situation. If Lyla shaved too I wouldn’t know which was which. And what if they both showered just before the party? On the other hand if Lyla had a hairy cunt and just one stray hair touched me while I was smelling…

Bargaining, I said, “I need to get my nostrils close enough so the tip of my nose just barely grazes each wonderful lady. And I should win if I get two out of three.”

Aileen haggled, “Ok, but if it’s two out of three you only get sex with one of us.”