My wife was aware of my fetish and occasionally entertained my kinky habit by allowing me to dress for her before we fucked, even sometimes taking pho...os of me posing, masturbating or fucking myself with a dildo. Once or twice she had joined in and I think secretly enjoyed fucking my ass until my cock dribbled with precome. The problem was it just didn't happen often enough for me as c***dren and privacy restricted our opportunities, I occasionally dressed up by myself when I was away with work. Charissa opened the door to her apartment building and stepped out onto the sidewalk. It was a typical day like any other. The streets were busy with the hustle and bustle of life as usual. Irate motorists blared their horns in defiance of the traffic jam that lay somewhere ahead of them unseen. The sidewalk and the street were still wet from the rain which fell the night before. Tiny puddles dotted Charissa's path ahead. Charissa walked along the sidewalk without care or concern for the. We had a light lunch, then as Sharon started cleaning up, her sister told her to leave the dishes and go do her shopping. Don said that he had to go right past the mall that she was going to shop at, and offered to drive her. When all of the arrangements had been finalized, Don and Sharon walked out, leaving Susan and I alone for the next 3 hours.After our spouses had backed out of the driveway and were on their way, Susan turned to me and said, "Give me a few minutes to get ready.", as he. The doorbell rang. Bethany tried to yell, but then recalled she was only allowed - only able - to speak if she did so quietly. She tried again."Help", she said in a conversational tone."Help, indeed - must be the movers. I'll get them started; you just stand here like a good doll. No talking!".He started to walk away, then turned back. "Let me change your pose first. We do have company, after all". The doorbell rang again."They would have to show up early", said Dave. When he left again,.