This post is written in semi-Julie style, meaning first person, from the woman's point of view. If you want to get the great ORIGINAL source for this setting, check out Julie's blog, where she does some of these amazing things with her hubby, in REAL life!
I recommend starting with an older post like this: https://strictjuliespanks.blogspot.com/2015/03/anal-training-in-front-of-wife-and.html
'Date Night' is planned to come in 2 or 3 pieces as I get time, I hope you guys enjoy!)
Date Night
The red
soles of my tall, strappy high heels barely touched the pedals of our
auto-piloted Tesla as I zipped it down the open Toronto highway.
“So
honey,” I giggled, smirking over at my husband, “...ready for a
wild time tonight?”
In the
passenger seat David grinned, looking quite dashing in his expensive
tailored suit, shirt and tie. “Yes ma'am!”
I let
my very short evening dress ride up even a little higher as I stepped
on the gas, letting him see the lacy black tops of my stockings that
had him drooling each time I put them on.
“I
dressed up special for you tonight, you know. I think I really went
all out...”
And I
had.
-a
backless black evening dress so thin David probably thought he could
tear it off me like tissue paper-
-with a
hem so short I was almost-but-not-quite flashing everyone every time
I sat down-
-lacy
black garters and slutty high heels that my poor guy thinking of sex
as soon as he had come home and seen them on me-
-a
push-up bra to make best use of my perky breasts-
-pouty
red lipstick-
-enticing
perfume-
And one
other little thing.
“You
know I'm even wearing your favorite pair of panties tonight, right?”
I teased, loving the reaction on his face. “The tiny red g-string we bought
from that little French store, that's so thin- oh god, David, you could
probably lick me to orgasm right through them!”
He
was already getting a little hard in his pants!
As well
he should. I normally don't enforce orgasm denial on my hubby, but for special nights I do like him to 'save it up' for me. (It makes it easier for him to fall prey to my little tricks!)
So I
hadn't let my horny hubby cum for two straight weeks.
I let
his cock expand in his pants a little more, before letting the other shoe drop.
“...and
are you wearing mine?”
“Your
what?”
“My
favorite panties on you. Are you wearing them?”
My
strong, manly husband blushed for the first time that night.
“Julie!”
“You
saw the ones I left for you outside the shower, right? The sexy blue
ones we bought at Aerie, with the hearts all over and the pretty bow
at the top? You know I just love seeing you blush and gasp with a helpless little boner wearing
nothing but those innocent panties, your smooth legs and tight bottom
so ready to spank!”
David's
face was fully red, but his cock was getting harder much faster than
before!
“Julie!!”
I
slowed the car.
“David,
if you're not wearing the cute panties I laid out for you, hand to
God I'll turn this car around and cancel date night right now-”
“I'm
wearing them! I'm wearing them!” my accomplished, nearly-forty-year-old
husband gasped, his face fully red, his cock getting fully hard!
“Just... don't say anything at the restaurant!”
“Don't
worry about it,” I cut him off with a giggle. “I wouldn't want
any of those cute 18-year-old waitresses in tight skirts and
high heels working tonight to know that, underneath his
Georgio Armani suit, my middle-aged husband is probably wearing
the same brand of panties that they are! And who moans just like they
do when I spank his ass and take him up the bum with my huge
strap-on!”
David
groaned and kept getting harder in his pants!
My
husband loved public humiliation about his panty and spanking
fetishes.
Well,
he loved the idea of public humiliation.
Tonight
was a test to see how much.
“If
we get a really cute waitress, should I offer to let her watch
me bend you over in the hotel tonight? Let her giggle and take
pictures to show all her friends as I strip my strong man naked, lube
up his smooth, sensitive butthole and make him moan and drip like the
town slut as I slide my thick ribbed cock in and out of him faster
and faster until you spurt all over the hotel towels I laid over the
bed?”
“JULIE!”
David
was blushing, rock hard and probably dripping into those soft panties
I had made him wear. After twelve years of marriage, it was such a
rush, to be able to make your husband start to go into sub-space just
by saying the right words!
“That's
what's going to happen tonight, you know," I continued. "You're going to act such
the man all through dinner, pulling out my chair, ordering for
me, sliding your hand up my little skirt and making me blush when you think no one's
looking, paying confidently for everything- but
after we get up into the hotel room I've booked, you're the one
who's going to strip down to her little cute panties and get on her
knees and I'm the one who's going to pull out my big, hard
cock and shove it down your mouth!
“I'm
going to take a video of me fucking your face in that expensive hotel
room until you tear up and send it to my sister, before taking you, bent over our expensive bed, moaning and
kicking and holding herself wide apart while I go to town until
there's a new load of hot, fresh cum in my hand for you to lick up!
Doesn't that sound fun?”
David
was moaning!
If I
didn't stop, he might cum right in his pants!
But I
didn't want that. Not yet.
I took
the edge off my voice, speaking normally.
“What
I'm saying,” I laughed, “is that you're definitely getting
laid tonight.”
His
breathing was slowing down, he was coming back off his close call!
“Julie...
I mean...” he gulped, blushing! “It's been a while since we've
gone out like this... couldn't we just have normal sex?”
I put
on an innocent giggle. “Whatever do you mean?”
“Normal!
Like, I'm on top and you're on bottom and it's my
cock going into you and-”
“I
wrap my long legs around you and and you shudder and spurt in less
than thirty seconds, like a young boy getting his first taste of
pussy?”
“NO!
Julie!”
David
had always cum too fast, all throughout our marriage.
It wasn't actually that big a problem- I could have been a good wife,
and tried out different positions and techniques that would have made
him last longer, or let him use numbing creams or condoms or not moaned
so loud or whispered such dirty little things into his
ear when he was on top of me, but I actually loved the fact that I
made him lose control so early, so often, even when he was trying to
hold out.
It made
me feel incredibly sexy.
And besides, after we had discovered his panty, spanking and pegging fetishes (which were quickly becoming more my fetishes, but he didn't know that yet- haha) it was much, much more common for my cock to go into his tight holes than the other way around!
And would stay that way for quite a while.
“We'll
see,” I giggled. “I booked the hotel room next to the restaurant
for the night, so we've got all the way until morning. Maybe on round two or three, if you've been a
good boy, I'll let you have a go between my legs, with something other
than your talented tongue.”
He
gulped. “Really?”
“We'll
see,” I smirked. “Did you shave extra smooth like I asked you
to?” I said while rubbing the back of my soft hand over his soft
jawline, seemingly changing the subject.
He
swallowed, still a little flustered, but calming down. “Yes, of
course.”
I
grinned.
“Even
your underarms?”
Now
he was blushing again!
“Yes!”
Now
came the true test.
“And
all of your legs?”
He
protested, but I noticed his hard cock getting harder in his pants-
and cocks don't lie!
“I
really wish you hadn't made me do that! My trainer is going to
notice on Sunday!”
“Oh,
Maggie knows what's up with you already,” I laughed, taking the
exit off the highway. “A few more weeks of tipping her the way I
do and she'll be letting you wearing HER panties while she crops your
little behind as you're doing jumping jacks!”
It was
true- I had corrupted our young, sexy-but-innocent foreign born
personal trainer slowly over the last few months, first suggesting
she 'punish' David if he failed to do his off-day workouts, then
actually showing her how to crop him through his
shorts, in true femdom style!
David
didn't know it yet, but I wasn't going to stop until he was totally
naked for every training session with the twenty-one-year old
Maggie, helplessly getting erections in front of this fit, laughing,
and uninterested sexy young girl, who knew exactly how to crop
his bare bottom to get rid of them!
But
that was an adventure for another day.
“I'm
going to check every inch of your shaved legs when we get up
into the hotel room after dinner,” I giggled. “And if they're
not exactly as smooth and silky as a slutty little schoolgirl's
should be, I'm going to use your belt to strap your little
bottom until you're moaning and crying and then I'll make you an
appointment with my waxing salon for every Friday from here on
out- AND you won't be cumming tonight!”
“They're
smooth, Julie I promise!” he blurted out, face red. “I went over
them twice!”
“Are
you sure?”
“YES!”
One eye
on the road, I reached over and started playing with his cock over
his pants.
“Good.
Because I love knowing that me and my husband will have the
smoothest legs in a room full of young hot girls
teasing men to get better tips, and that after dinner, I'm going to lead you up to the most expensive hotel room in the city, strip you
down to your panties, put lipstick and clip-on earrings on you, and
we're going to make out on the bed like a couple of hot lesbians,
competing to see who can get the most of my thick strap-on into her
mouth!”
“Oh
GOD- JULIE!”
I let
go of David's cock just seconds before he would have shot a massive two week
load into his pants, (I
definitely would have made him still eat it all, if he had ruined my plans that way- grrr!) and
laughed as I watched him struggle to hold it in!
"Julie! That was TOO close! These panties..." His face was SO red! "...make everything feel better!"
This is
when I loved my husband the most- outwardly a confident, driven man's
man that all our friends and family knew him as, but under his
clothes a horny, blushing little boy wearing incredibly cute feminine
panties- that I had forced him into!
“Sorry honey. Oh, and I should mention- I
didn't even bring any condoms tonight. It always feels better without condoms, right?"
He gulped. "Yes!"
I winked at him. "And if you're a really good girl
up in that hotel room, I might let you get off from oral
stimulation two or three times tonight, if that's okay.”
“You...
you mean it?” David gulped, not believing it!
“What's
wrong?” I laughed. “You don't want to blow your load down a hot,
wet mouth that swallows it all and licks you clean anymore? All
weekend long?”
I had
never swallowed David's cum much during our time together, not like I had
for all my many college boyfriends. Hubby did all the swallowing in our marriage.
“No! I mean, yes- I do! Thanks honey!” he grinned, stepping out of the
car, undoubtedly picturing cumming down my talented throat many
times this weekend.
Too bad I was picturing something quite different!
The
pump thus primed, I parked in the valet line and let David lead me
into the most expensive Italian restaurant in the city.
***
“Check
on our reservation, will you?” I half-ordered, taking a seat at the
crowded restaurant bar. I crossed my legs extra languidly as I did
so, letting my very short dress expose my garters for a LOT of
interested male eyes on this side of the room.
David
hesitated, unwilling to leave his primed, dressed-to-the-nines tall
blonde wife dangling a slutty high heel from her stockinged foot, in
a hotel bar known for being a choice pick up spot.
“Um, why don't we both go together-”
“Scared
of someone hitting on me?” I laughed, sitting up straighter and
crossing my smooth legs the other way, dangling my heel even more
egregiously. “A tall, sexy foreign man with a much bigger cock who
doesn't cum in less than a minute when I wrap my legs around
his back and moan and scream his name-”
“Julie!”
he hushed, as I noticed his cock starting to push on his pant leg
again!
I
pulled close, ostensibly to whisper in the crowded bar, but really
to rub my knee against his crotch. “Better hurry, panty boy,
before I find a real man to take me home tonight!”
David
and I played around with 'cuck' fantasies now and again, but I would
never really leave David alone while I let another man take me
to bed.
I'm
pretty sure I'd spank my husband first then let him watch.
Blushing,
trying to hide his growing cock under his suit jacket, David rushed
off to check on our table! And
just as he feared, in less than a minute, a tall, sexy, dark-haired
companion sat down next to me.
And her
high heels were just as tall as mine.
“Miss
Julie, I presume?” the exotic, dark-haired woman smirked, her tight
red dress showing off even longer, more
toned legs and much fuller cleavage than mine. (The hussy! I
really hoped they were fake!)
I
smirked back. “BadBitch29?”
She
laughed, a cute, sexy laugh. “Please! In the real world, call me
Marissa!”
I smiled too. She was every bit as sultry and stunning as her
profile pic had been. “How was the drive?”
“Oh,
Robert doesn't suspect a thing! He still thinks it's a normal date
night and can't wait for dinner to be over so he can finally get his denied
cock inbetween these
smooth thighs.”
She
laughed and crossed her legs in her tight red dress too, and I swore
I heard a few necks snap, from men looking at the two sexy, barely-dressed women with drinks in their hands, talking so closely our lips almost
brushed each other's ears!
“David
too,” I laughed, sipping my red wine. Marissa was more of a
martini girl. I reached into my clutch and passed her the key I had
gotten earlier this morning, when I had driven into town to set all
this up. “1734. Has a divine view of the city at night.”
“1734,”
she repeated, tucking the plastic card into her cleavage, which
somehow held it! “Should we come up in...?”
“15
minutes. I'll have my sexy little schoolgirl ready by then.”
“15
minutes,” she giggled, finishing her drink. “God, Julie, I'm wet
just thinking about it!”
“Me
too,” I laughed, and then we both quickly turned away and pretended not to
know each other when I saw David coming back.
“Well?”
I demanded, pretending to be annoyed while checking my phone.
His
face was so red!
“There's
some sort of mistake, I guess, with the reservation!” he gulped,
not wanting to anger me. “It's not... for an hour yet!”
I set
my mouth in a line, using everything I had learned in my two
semesters of theater class. “Did you not call ahead with the right
time? Honestly, David!”
“I
did! It's just that-”
-I
had called right after him and changed it.
“-and
I tried with the restaurant manager but she says they're booked up
until midnight and-”
“Oh,
no big deal,” I giggled. “We'll just go up to our room for a
little pre-dinner fun then,” I said, licking my lips a
little. “Sound okay?”
His
grin was a mile wide, having seemingly avoided my 'anger'. “Yes ma'am!”
I let
David help me off the stool (so I wouldn't flash the entire bar, what
a gentleman!) but saw my faithful hubby sneak a quick peek at a
Marissa's frankly wonderful cleavage as we turned away.
I had
been doing the same- they were amazing works of art, probably the
best Brazilian surgeons money could buy- but oh boy, was he going to
pay for that!
***
The
hotel room was everything we had hoped- wet bar, Jacuzzi, ultra
King bed, lots of chairs, a wide view of the city-
“Okay,
Tammy,” I giggled, using my pet name for femme David, “strip down
to those panties!”
My
husband gulped- we hadn't even been in the room 5 seconds!
“What?”
“I
better see my little schoolgirl Tammy in front of me in just
her panties and nothing else in 30 seconds or I am
going to go get my strap-on out of our car to deal with her bratty
disobedience!”
“But
our reservation-”
“30!
29! 28-”
David
gasped and started fumbling with his expensive jacket and leather
shoes immediately. “Oh god!! Julie!”
If
you've never forced a grown man to frantically strip for you under
the threat of a hard leather belt spanking and ass fucking, watching
him trip over his own socks while he blushes and gets immediately erect in his cute panties, you haven't really lived.
“5!
4! 3-”
David
was just stepping out of his pants, standing in front of me blushing
in nothing but his oh-so-sexy little blue panties with ruffles on
them just as time expired.
And he
was rock hard.
“Great
job, Tammy! You're exactly as big a slut as all the
guys on the football team told me you would be,” I laughed,
picking up all his clothes and walking over to the large hotel safe
in the closet and tossing everything in, except his leather belt.
“Julie!”
he gasped as I slammed the safe closed and spun the lock.
What
was the combination? Who cared? I'm pretty sure we could get
the cute girl from reception to come up and help us figure it out
later if we needed!
“That's
Miss Julie to you, Tammy!” I laughed, snapping David's
doubled-up belt against my leg, giggling as my strong, panty wearing
husband jumped at the sound it made!
Pavlov
had his dogs and his dinner bell; I've spanked my husband so much
that he knows my hand or a wooden spoon is usually a sexy spanking
followed by orgasms, but the doubled up belt is always bad
news!
David shuddered.
He was leaking into his sexy panties now, his cock about to burst! We had never played this way at home- he was always within reach of all his clothes! But now his shoes, pants, shirt, even his keys, cellphone and wallet were all securely locked away until I wanted them free!
He had never been this trapped before- in a hotel room, wearing nothing but a pair of young girl's panties!
I giggled.
“And
now the earrings...”
I reached into my clutch and pinned two
clip-on pink diamond studs to his ear, just like some innocent farm
girl would wear!
“And some lipstick...”
David
blushed so hard as I carefully put a thick, lustrous coat of my same 'Fuck-me Red' on his lips, making him press his lips together for
full coverage, just like a girl would!
We
didn't do the full makeup
feminization often, so this had extra impact, getting him into the
right headspace.
And
besides, I needed it for all my devious plans tonight!
I gave
his hard cock a little reassuring squeeze through his soft, tight
panties as I finished his lips. “God, you're SO fucking sexy when you're helpless and
feminine like this, David! I wish I could hire a team of five
well-hung black guys to come bursting into this hotel room right now,
and fuck my sexy pantied cheerleader senseless!”
“JULIE!”
He
protested, but as we kissed, I had one hand on his neck, right over
his main artery.
His
pulse was absolutely racing.
I
stepped back, snapping the belt again. “And now bend over that bed
and we'll deal with you being a silly bimbo unable to make a correct
dinner reservation, even with two weeks warning!”
“Please...
Julie!” he gulped, his face going as red as his sexy lipstick! “A
spanking... they'll hear it outside!”
“Yes
they will,” I giggled, stepping closer, feeling the smooth, supple
leather of his belt in my hands. “Maybe they'll even hear you all
the way down at the reservation desk, where you should have said '7'
instead of '8'!”
“I
did!” he gasped, shuddering, getting even harder in his panties!
“They must have-”
“They're
not getting a spanking for being a silly bimbo, you are,”
I giggled. “Now bend over that bed and let me inspect your smooth body, Tammy, and maybe I'll go easier on you!” I grinned.
He didn't move.
“If you don't want your punishment spanking right now, I've always
got Adam waiting in the trunk of our car...”
Adam
was the name of my favorite- but definitely not David's!-
strap-on in our collection. Cream-colored,
very realistically veined, it was the longest and thickest one I had
trained him to take. It was always a struggle for my sexy girl let
Adam in, no matter how much lube we used.
And it
had made him cum the last two times I had used it.
“Oh
god,” he gulped, trying to weigh his two bad choices! He liked
cumming, but a spanking after cumming would be even worse!
“Um... okay! Oh god!”
And my
blushing husband bent over the high memory-foam hotel bed, putting
his sexy ass up and out just like a slut!
“So
spanking and then Adam?” I giggled. “Or the other way
around?”
“Spanking
first!” he cried, hiding his burning face in the sheets! “Please!”
“Okay,
here we go,” I chuckled. I lowered my voice just barely a little,
playing the part of Tammy's stud 'boyfriend' now. “Oh Tammy, your
legs are so soft,” I laughed, running my hands down the back
of his thighs, his knees, his totally shaved calves. “I bet all
the boys just love jacking off to thoughts of your girly body in your little cheerleader skirt!”
David
moaned, leaking harder into panties I had made him buy on his own in
our local mall!
“I
can't wait to stick my big cock in here and make you cum screaming my
name,” I laughed, patting his tight hairless ass, and letting my
hand drift lower, to the hard bulge under his soft panties.
“Ohhhh...
Miss Julie!” he shuddered, throbbing for real now. He was entering
sub-space again, where he would really get into character,
acting like a horny, helpless schoolgirl, just because it turned both
of us on! “I... I really shouldn't!”
“But
you will,” I laughed. “Because you're a horny little slut.”
I
stroked my bent-over husband's balls and cock through his silky
panties until he was moaning and squirming, ready to cum.
Men
are always the most suggestible right then...
“I'm
going to fill you with SO much cum tonight,” I whispered into his
ear, using my finger to stroke his tight, puckered bottom hole
through his panties, making him moan and shiver even more.
“Oh...
Miss Julie- please don't! I promised my mother... I'd wait until
marriage!!!”
His
voice was getting higher pitched, his squirms more feminine- David's
learned how to play the part of a horny schoolgirl so well, he was
actually turning ME on! But I was getting wet in my panties for a
totally different reason, thinking about what we were going to
do tonight...
“Oh
fuck it,” I laughed, throwing the belt away. “Flip over you
slut, and get what's coming to you!”
David
yelped as I grabbed his balls from behind and 'helped' him up onto
the bed, then pinned him under my body. We made out on the bed, my
tongue charging into his mouth like a 'pushy' jock's would, my hands
pinching his nipples- shaved, hairless, smooth, just like the rest of
him- making him squirm, while fending off his hands trying to squeeze
my ass, my tits.
Such a horny 'innocent' girl he was!
I
forced him to grab the sheets as pulled back and I petted him through his panties to
make him moan and drip, all
while secretly watching the clock.
“You
gunna cum nice and big for me while riding my cock tonight, Tammy
girl?”
Blushing.
“Yes
Miss Julie, yes!”
“And
if my thick white cock shoots gallons of cum into your mouth tonight,
you're gunna lick it up and swallow it all, aren't you Tammy?”
More
blushing! “Um....” I gave him a few quick strokes through
his silky panties. “Yes Miss Julie- of course!”
“You
promise to lick it all up with gusto? Or else you're getting my
belt!”
“YES
Miss Julie!”
“You
LOVE licking up fresh hot cum, don't you?”
His
eyes were tightly closed, in humiliation!
I put
my mouth right next to his ears, still petting and squeezing his
tight, soft panties. “How many hot, cummy loads have you swallowed
down that cute throat this month, hmm Tammy? Be honest!”
He
turned the reddest of them all!
“Um....” His squeaks and moans were high pitched now, like a
real embarrassed girl! “....fifteen?”
“Fifteen
loads!” I laughed, grabbing his crotch, making my blushing hubby
gasp and squirm as I rubbed in circles, like he was a girl! “Oh my GOD Tammy- you're just a dirty,
backseat, cum-loving slut, aren't you?”
“Um-”
“Say
it!”
(I may have given his balls a 'helpful' little squeeze at that
point!)
“I'm
a dirty, cum-loving slut!”
“Louder,”
I laughed, squeezing, playing with him, getting him close.
“I'm...
a dirty, backseat, cum-loving SLUT!”
“Louder!”
“I'm
a dirty, backseat, CUM-LOVING SLUT!”
I
grinned, knowing that at least a few
people in the hallway probably heard that. Two in particular.
“So
one more big load tonight won't make a difference, right?” I
laughed. “You'd swallow it right down?”
David was squirming so badly!
He tried to keep up appearances so hard, being the 'man' at work and
when his family was visiting, and that's what made it so hard to
shave his body baby smooth, put on cute fuckable panties and let his
thin wife take his ass with a big strap-on and swallow his own cum all
the time, every time!
But that's also what made it so hot.
“You're
going to swallow it all down?” I repeated.
“Y...YES!”
“Tammy
my backseat slut just wants cum in her belly, right?”
He
was dying! “YES!”
“Yum
yum, you love cum?”
“Yes!”
he gasped as I started stroking him faster through his panties.
“Say
it!”
“YUM
YUM I LOVE SWALLOWING CUM!”
“Well,”
Marissa laughed, standing at the foot of our bed in her very short
red dress, her long tanned legs and amazing fake breasts looking
like the body of a goddess carved from heaven. “That makes three
of us.”
David screamed and jumped out of bed.
***TO BE CONTINUED, IN PART TWO!***
