One Special Night

Marilyn called me at the office with just three words.

"It's on tonight."

After a few moments of listening to the silence on the other end of the disconnected call, I realized what she was referring to. Immediately my cock began to swell, sliding slowly inside my satin panties until it grew enough to escape out a leg hole. I felt my shaft stretching and filling, pulling against the ruched, elastic panty edge.

For two years, my wife had known about my deep sissy fetish and we'd been playing increasingly erotic games with it. At first she let me wear her panties during sex but it quickly expanded to buying me my own panties. Then it expanded to bras, stockings, heels, garters, and much more. We'd gone shopping together discreetly and sometimes she would confide in the saleswoman, if she felt she would be understanding. Two years of raising the stakes had all been very wonderful.

So I sat there, cock throbbing and leaking pre-cum against my trouser leg as I thought about the "next step". We'd talked about it for months. First it was just fantasy talk but then the talk became more serious, more concrete. Marilyn gently moved us toward acting out the fantasy, always watchful that I really wanted it.

And wow did I want it. Not long after the first time I tried on panties and got that rush, my fantasies had spread to being a total slut, dolled up and eager to be a pleasure doll. To please another person like a slut should.

I couldn't work any more. I let my manager know that I wasn't feeling well and was headed home. I thought I hid my ranging hard-on well though it must have looked awkward.

Looking at the clock in the dash of my car, I realized that I had two hours before Marilyn would be ready for me. I had to kill time so I went to the mall.

The mall had been the scene of many adventures with Marilyn and I. We'd crossed many boundaries in buying things for me there. It was safe.

I walked into Veronica's shop with a smile on my face as I looked at her marvelous racks of new and vintage lingerie. Veronica's is where I'd found several nylon teddies like back in the late 80's before teddies became lacy wisps of no substance.