My Wife's Secret Fantasy Ch. 01

I took a deep breath and as calmly and as feminine as I could state, "I'd also like something to go with this outfit please."

"Sure, I know just the thing." He quickly replied and went off to the back of the store once more.

Five minutes later he returned with several different styles and colours of shoes in different boxes. He insisted on me trying and modeling each one in front of the mirrors. It seemed like only moments, but an hour had passed since I came into that store. I was really enjoying Mark's attention, as that was the name he offered me. Every time he gripped my ankle to try on another shoe or took my hand to help me stand I shivered with excitement.

When I finally left I had bought two pairs of shoes along with the high heels but most of all I felt extremely confident about passing enfemme now and looked around for another shop to investigate. A Lady's lingerie sop was a few stores down the hall and I knew I just had to have look. That's when I spotted my ass groper lounging across from the shoe store with a leering grin on his face. I gave him a quick grin before heading off to by some new underwear.

As I started to look around the sop when a young girl of about twenty came over asked if there was anything in particular she could help me with. I smiled at her and said no. The look that came to her face was kind of odd but I didn't think anything of it at the time. I wondered around the shop feeling like I was in heaven. I wanted to buy everything I saw. I finally settled on a couple of lacy teddies and black satin corset. Several different styles and colours of panties and bra sets along with three pairs of silk hose in white, black and red to fit my moods I laughed to myself while selecting them.

I felt very impatient waiting for the girl to ring up my purchases anticipating getting home to try on all my new frillies. I noticed that she kept looking me up and down with that strange expression on her face when I handed her my credit card to pay.

"You and your husband must lead a very interesting life Mrs. Kenneth Patterson?" she smirked at me. "I've always been intrigued by ladies such as yourself"

She winked at me handing back my card along with the shops business card, "Call me anytime you need anything or for any reason you can think of Mr. Patterson."

I was stunned she had seen through my façade and as my confidence seemed to drain from me I quickly left the shop heading for an exit. I could hear her laughter follow me as I fled almost stepping on Mr. Ass Grabber.

"Hi, my name's Frank," he quickly stated, "if you don't think I'm being overly forward I'd like to offer you some lunch Miss."

Now I was really in shock and somewhat frightened by his invitation at this point and only wanted to escape and get home where I would be safe.

"No thank you," I meekly replied, "I'm running late, sorry maybe next time I'm here. I felt myself starting to stammer so I turned and rushed for the door and freedom.

I was a nervous wreck by the time I arrived home and not even the garage door closing tight was any relief. I hurried to the bar dropping my shopping bags on the floor and filled a glass full of scotch to help settle my nerves. I was half way through my second glassful when I started to feel some relief of tension I'd created for myself. I emptied the purse out to put everything back in my wallet when I noticed the business card. The girl had written her name and number on the back with a message "let's get kinky together across the bottom". Then I thought about Mark the shoe salesman and Frank the groper. I relived in my mind the trip to the mall feeling all my anxiety slowly drain away and be replaced by a sexual arousal I've never felt before. I began to fantasize about a supposed lunch flirting back and forth. While rubbing myself through the panty girdle, I imagined myself reaching under the table caressing Frank's crotch. Feeling his penis growing and stiffening under my touch. I could imagine the heat against my fingers as he near orgasm as I did in the crotch of my panties.

In two more days Debbie would be home and I shivered with sexy anticipation at what I hope would be welcome surprise, suddenly the phone rang breaking my thoughts.

"Hello." I answered without thinking using my voice from the mall.

"Ken," a slight confused voice brought me back to reality, "Are you all right?"

With a cough I answered in a normal tone, "Yeah honey, just a slight tickle in my throat. How's the trip going?"

"All most over thank God. You better not be sick when I get home mister." She threatened. "I don't want anything interfering when I get home. I miss you baby and I'm so horny I crawl through this phone."

"I feel the same way sweet heart," I replied, "did you call just to warn me of my impending rape dear?"

With laugh she said, "Of course and also to let you know that you don't have to meet me at the airport."

"Really, why not?"

"The boss was drinking a little too much last night and we all talked him into limo ride home from the airport. He was in such a good mood I should have asked for a raise." She laughed. " I should be home around four."

"Okay Debs," I said, "I'll see you then hon."

"I can't wait lover, Bye."

I hung up the phone, picked up my shopping bags and took them into the bedroom. I spread all my purchases out feeling the same tingling sensation as when I was in the store. I wondered to myself what would happen if I did show up to pick up my wife dressed up in her cloths, even if I could muster up enough nerve to take a chance like that. But a plan did start to formulate in my mind, I had fretted over how to broach the subject of going through her private folders on the computer and how I felt about being feminized. I looked up at my reflection and couldn't help but laugh at that thought with that image facing me. I picked up the newly purchased corset and held it against myself knowing exactly what kind of homecoming to give her. But first I just had to try on my new pretty under things.

Friday was a day of cleaning so I donned a pair of cotton panties and a pink sweat suit to clean the house. I was in a constant state of fear and arousal thinking about the next day. One minute my mind would imagine events following happily along with the story lines from my wife's cache. Then to other moments of ridicule and shame brought on by her possible rejection of my state of dress. Though I was incredible horny with constant erection I did manage not to pleasure myself, saving all I could for the next day. I did occasionally scoop up my precum whenever I could to savour. I went to my bed early so I would be refreshed and ready to start my preparations first thing in the morning.

As soon as I finished a cup of coffee I headed for the bathroom and the bottle of Nair. I wanted to be sure that my body was completely hairless and free of stubble. The anxiety of this whole escapade being a mistake intruded upon me as I waited to rinse off the crème. I was becoming even more nervous than I felt before my trip to the mall. But I felt inside that if I didn't go through with this I'd never be able too and really I'm sure I wouldn't able to hide my hairless body from her and then what would I say. No, the only way to go was straight ahead as I planned. After showering the crème away I powered myself with lilac talc, put on a satin dressing robe and went off to choose the outfit in which to meet my fate.

After laying out everything I slipped on a long satin robe and went to the kitchen to prepare a homecoming meal for Deb. I choose a roast getting everything ready and popped it in the oven thinking that it would give me more time to get ready. I set the table for an intimate candlelight meal.

I taped a note on the inside door for Debbie explaining not to be shocked by the surprise I had waiting for her hoping that it would keep her open minded and maybe a little more acceptable to my transformation.

Starting with a black silk garter belt I rolled a pair of fish net stockings over my smooth hairless legs and slipped into my new black silk panty and bra set. I choose to wear the black heels I had bought the other day. Looking myself over in the mirror I could see how much the heels made my backside stick out and tighten the muscles of my thighs and calves. I slide Debbie's spandex dress over my head and shoulders pulling the hem down until it just covered the tops of my stockings. I teetered on strained legs to the other room for a few nips to settle my shaking hand before sitting down at my wife's make-up mirror.

When I finally finished making myself up, I looked a little whorish with thick red lips and deep blue eyes. I just hoped that her first reaction wasn't laughter. With only a half of an hour left until her arrival I brushed out my wig and fitted it. I checked on dinner and turned on some soft music before making a pitcher of martinis, placing it with two glasses on a silver tray. I placed it on the table by the door were it would be handy and stood watching through the curtains waiting for her arrival.

The minutes seemed to drag on and I found myself short of breath with nervousness as a limo pulled into the drive. I was over whelmed with fear when it appeared that the driver insisted on carrying Deb's suitcase into the house. My thought was to hide in closet but my feet seemed glued to floor. I could hear the note being opened and then Debbie's voice telling the driver that that was fine and she would be fine from here and then a thank you and good-bye.

I didn't really feel very much relief though as the doorknob started to turn. Taking the tray quietly to the centre of the room I tried to stand with out shaking as Deb stepped into the room.

"Welcome home dear." I said with what I had hoped would be sultry voice but came out as a nervous squeak.

The suitcase thudded to the floor as her mouth dropped open and her eyes went wide staring at me. Fear washed through and I felt like running and hiding from those eyes that seemed to be smouldering in anger.

"I'm sorry." I stammered setting down the tray as I felt tears forming and my throat constricting.

"My God." Was all she said reaching for a glass and downing a martini. " What a shock, for a moment I thought your surprise was another woman. Is that really you Ken?"

"Yes." I shyly stated reach for the pitcher to refill her glass.

"Why," She started then sipped looking me up and down, " what ever made you decide to do this?"

"You."

"Me." She looked startled, "What do you mean by that?"

"I found some files on the computer of yours." I stared to explain when she cut me off.

"You snooped into my private folders did you?" she demanded. But before I could answer she went on. "Well, I guess we'll have to do something about your nosiness. Though I would of preferred to make you over myself I could never think of a way to broach the subject. I knew you'd make a good-looking slut."

I stared at her lost for words and wondering what would be next as Debbie continued to look me over with an unreadable expression on her face.

Finally she spoke, "You'll need more practice with your make-up but it's good enough for now. I see you've already made plans for supper that's good because all I want is a soak and a nice evening at home. Go run me a bath while I get prepared."

"Yes dear." I replied, noticing the wicked gleam in her eye and wondering just what she had in mind as she walked past me towards our room. As I ran Deb's bath I couldn't help but realize how submissive I felt. Easily complying too her request without a thought and yet it felt so right and natural.

Debbie came up silently behind and I jumped when I felt a hand slide up my inner thigh stopping just above the lace stocking top to lightly squeeze exposed flesh. I shivered noticeably at her touch while she giggled.

"You're a nervous little slut are you?"

"I didn't hear you coming." I replied.

"Oh you will." Deb laughed, "I suppose these are my hose too?"

"No dear," I replied as I felt myself blush, "I bought my own."

"I noticed the shoes," she said looking at my feet, "I know that I've never bought anything like that. Where did you get them?"

"I went to the mall the other day and picked up a few things dear." I could feel the heat of my sudden embarrassment rise to flush my cheeks more.

"Oh really," she replied in a sarcastic voice, " Did you try them on or just pick them out for a surprise for your wife?"

"Of course I tried them on first dear." Suddenly feeling defiant.

Debbie's eyes flashed in anger and she slapped me across the face, " Don't take that tone with me bitch or you'll get your punishment now and that's enough of this dear shit, and address as ma'am or mistress when you are in a skirt."

I was shock that my wife who never raised a hand to anyone would suddenly strike me. As I felt the sting spread across my cheek I looked into angry eyes that I'd never have seen before.

"Yes ma'am." I replied with a constricted throat as tears welled up in my eyes.

"I always knew there was a perfect sissy inside of you." Debbie stated with a sneer, " On my bed is a more appropriate outfit. You have ten minutes to be back in here dressed accordingly or else. Then you can tell me all about this shopping trip of yours."

She turned her back to me and started to undress as I left the room. It wasn't at all of a surprise when I saw laid out on the bed a maid's uniform of satin, a white starched cap and a pair of white satin panties with several rows of a thick wide lace layered across the backside. The humiliation I had just experienced gave way to excitement as I quickly changed outfits and looked in the mirror. The hem in front just covered the lace stocking tops but the back was held out and up by the stiff lacing so that my naked upper thighs and a few inches of panties showed. I felt a shiver rush through my body and smiled. It dawned on me not only did I want this I needed it. Walking with head held proudly high in servitude to meet the fate that my mistress had begun to plan even before I knew of what was inside of me waiting to be born.