allourdesires: My Wife Dresses me for Her Pleasure I had such an erotic memory restored to me last n
allourdesires: My Wife Dresses me for Her Pleasure I had such an erotic memory restored to me last night that I had to share it at the first opportunity. My wife and I were talking last night about women’s clothes and whenever the chance presents itself I get her talking about sexy lingerie, different dress types, deniers and all that. I always take the devil’s advocate approach which gives me the chance to hear her explain why women have 20 different panty types, why bras that close at the back are better, why dresses zip up the back, the side or the front? You get the picture! I take the standard male line of ease of access, all zips/buttons to the front and it normally exasperates her to the point where she starts explaining women’s clothes design, for comfort, for sexuality, etc. I love these chats as they always give me new ideas for when I get the chance to raid her wardrobe and they excite me too; but last night, in the middle of discussing the merits of a G-String, she stopped and looked at me: “You know all this already,” she said, a smile curling the edges of her lips, “Have you forgotten the night you wore my pyjamas to bed?” I racked my brain; how could I forget THAT? I had to confess to her, and to you guys, that I’d forgotten completely! “You were quite stoned” she laughed, “It was a couple of months after we moved in together?…” She paused to give me a chance to catch up; “we were sorting the laundry in the spare bedroom?…and you came across a pair of sexy pyjamas that you’d never seen me wear?…and you asked why?…they were light green satin three-quarter length bottoms with white lace ruffles and a dark green bow?…” And just like that the lights went on! I remembered everything! With crystal clarity! And oh my God - Damned pothead memory failure! (That’s the reason I stopped smoking it) We were sorting out our clothes after going down to the launderette, I guess we'd been together about a year and living together for a couple of months and we were finding our feet, sorting out cupboard space “his&hers”, with lots of lovemaking in any and every part of our flat and lots of different seduction techniques and moments coming out of the most mundane tasks…(those of you who have experienced it will know exactly what I mean!) So we were sorting clothes and she decided she needed more drawer space because, obviously, she had a lot more clothes than me. I being totally enthralled and submissive to her every whim gave it up without a fight and she took everything out of the drawers and dumped it on the bed where we started sorting through piles of clothes. As I was folding and sorting and chatting and giggling I came across this light green satin cami top with dark green ribbon shoulder ties and ruffled white lace marking out the bra area and at the hem and I asked her where I was to put it: “Pyjamas!” a single word response. “But I’ve never seen you wear this! And where’s the rest of it? It looks really pretty, why haven’t you ever worn it for me?” I said with a bit of a pout. “The bottoms are too long for me,” and she went rummaging until she pulled out matching bottoms with lace and ribbons at the waist and at the hem of each leg, “they’re supposed to be three-quarter length, but on me they go down to my heel so they just feel uncomfortable and the cami bra is too small for my breast size so i’m not supported. That’s why I don’t wear them”. “Anyway,” she went on, “I have lots of sexy outfits that I wear for you but you don’t wear sexy outfits for me, though you know, with your longer legs and no breasts it would probably fit you!” A stoned, secret sissy and his girlfriend whom he worships suggesting he wear sexy cami PJ’s?!? Even in my state the CAUTION button was honking like an air raid siren: How could I do it and seem not to be too eager? “Boys don’t really have any sexy gear Babe” I came out with, “If there was anything in particular you wanted to see me wear for you I would but really we’re just jeans and T-shirt beings…while I love seeing you in different kinds of sexy lingerie and everything I don’t really get why you need to have 20 different types of panty in your drawers because I find you sexy no matter what you’re wearing!” “That’s the right answer Honey,” she smiled “but now I do want to see you in something particular…I want to see how you look in my PJ’s, I think they’d be sexy on you”. A little twinkle came into her eye, “and then I could also illustrate the reasoning behind all my different underwear” “How?” (a non-committal answer and question) “Take off your clothes except for your trunks!” she ordered And I obeyed (quickly) “Now put on the bottoms” she said throwing them to me across the spare bed. I held them in my hands and luxuriated in the feel of the satin and lace for a moment, knowing they would soon be on my body and then with a glance at her I put them on and pulled them up over my trunks. she came around the bed and bent down to stroke my legs - her hands stroking my thighs through the satin was heavenly, the lace whispering across my calves and knees enticingly - I was instantly hard and she noticed. How could she not? “you like my PJ’s?” “Wow, the material feels amazing on my skin where you’re stroking me, Baby!” “And that’s why girls like to wear nice lingerie, my gorgeous boy, My Pj’s look good on you and I guess you like wearing them too. But now let me show you why we have different underwear…” Saying that she turned me around until I faced the mirror: “Do you see the effect your underwear has on the line of the material?” “Yes” I responded (VPL) “Now feel the difference in sensations between stroking you through the satin only and stroking you through the satin and your underwear”, and she began to caress the cheeks of my ass gently, her hand moving around to my hard cock too. “Feel the difference?” She asked. "Your most sexual areas don’t get any effect from the satin because of your underwear. Now take them off and try it without any underwear!“ And I did, this time pulling the sensual material up over my ass and hard cock, which pressed out madly against the front of the bottoms, surrounded and shrouded by gloriously erotic satin. She moved back to me and began to kiss my back and neck while running her hands over my ass and cock. She was getting obviously horny, her every motion was to arouse, her breathing became heavy and loud, and her voice became thick with arousal: “Doesn't that feel better Sweetie? Isn't the satin so erotic as it glides over your ass and your cock?” I could only nod and groan as she bit gently at my neck and ears and continued to tease the material around my thighs, ass and cock area. I was lost in arousal and then she stopped and said huskily: “But your cock is a problem Sweetie, it shouldn't ruin the line of the bottoms like that and look! You’re making a stain on the front which we don’t want to happen. You need to wear some kind of panty that won’t make a visible panty line, will contain your ‘bits’ enough so they won’t interfere with the line and so you won’t visibly stain a very sexy outfit. You need a thong Sweetie. Will you put one on for me? So I can show you how it works?” I nodded quickly, cleared my throat and answered “yes” and she went to the pile of panties on the bed and began to look through it talking about “special”, “pretty”, ”sexy” and all the words a sissy like me loves to hear from a girl who’s looking for panties to put on him. She came up with a gorgeous red pair of pretty simple design with a thin red lace waistband and a cotton crotch that thinned to a string at the back before connecting to the lace waistband. She threw them at me and I pulled off the bottoms and put on the panties. The string rasped between my ass cheeks and, while the front could not contain my erection it did press it back against my body. She made me look at it in the mirror as she kissed and toyed with me and explained how useful it was. Then I put the bottoms on again and felt a mounting excitement as her hands wandered around my contained cock and still free ass cheeks. “Now you know why we have this kind of underwear, maybe if I put you in a tight skirt I can show you other solutions but for now…” As she went back to kissing and caressing me she whispered: “will you put on the top too Sweetie?” and she broke away and picked it up and put it in my hands. “I’ll tie the ribbons for you, but be gentle with the material; it should fit if you’re careful” I clumsily put it on over my head and she smoothed it out and put the bra cups over my nipples and then tied the dark green satin ribbons over my shoulders. Then she stepped back, took a long look at me, got me to turn around, made some minor adjustments and took me by the hand. “Come to bed Sweetie, If we stay here I’ll want to brush your hair and put on mascara and lipstick, but you look so sexy I want you in bed with me now so COME!” And she dragged me through to the “Mistress” Bedroom and made love to me; me in my pretty, satin and lace Pyjamas and her naked. I worshiped her with my mouth and fingers for what seemed like hours and she caressed me through my pyjama bottoms and kissed and nibbled at my nipples and breasts through their lacy covering until I spilled copiously, drenching the satin and lace, my cock softening and spilling to the stage where it comfortably nestled in the crotch of my red thong. It was such an exciting night and when my wife, last night, finally saw from my eyes that I remembered it fondly she remarked that she still had those pyjamas and maybe it was time for the lesson to be repeated… I’m hoping she doesn’t forget! -- source link