Quiet Servitude Pt. 04

“Yes ma’am.”

She retreated and I followed with Julie’s items in hand. When Christa turned right back into the hallway I stepped into Julie’s room and set her items on her bed. I then returned to the master bedroom and began to clip tags, hanging the blouses, skirts and pants in the closet. They were some beautiful clothes and I couldn’t wait to see Christa in them or more importantly seeing her peeling them off.

I finished up, folded the bags and gathered up the various receipts adding the one that saved my ass earlier today to the stack. I took the ones for Julie’s purchases and left those on her nightstand and walked out to the kitchen and put ours on the fridge where we usually kept them. I flipped on the light, noticing that the trio was no longer in the living room and grabbed one of the various fridge magnets to hold the receipts until we were sure we were going to keep all of our purchases from today.

“What do we have here?” I said to myself picking us the bright red, fridge magnet. “Bertrand Business Realty.” Another realtor hawking the neighborhood. Business was slow but at least Stacy didn’t have to deal with him! I grabbed the magnet for Papa Rogio’s that we always kept handy and tucked the rather thick stack of receipts under it.

“Two meat lovers, steak deep dish pizzas. One without mushrooms, and two orders of ranch breadsticks with marinara sauce.” Christa loved her fungus but I hoped that either Terry or Julie did too so they would leave me some pizza that I wouldn’t have to pick apart. I snatched the phone the phone from its cradle and dialed the number, placing the order with ease. They heard from us enough but fortunately they had high turnover and we rarely saw the same delivery person more than once. With two twenties on the counter and no one else at home it looked like I would be getting the door when it arrived.

I did a quick scan of the backyard and the great room but didn’t find a soul. They hadn’t been in the bedrooms nor were they in the dining room or kitchen with me. I stuck my head into the garage and it was closed and the lights off. That left the basement, but it too was dark and abandoned.

Cars were in the garage and the Cavaliers keys still on the hook so they were outside somewhere on foot. Probably walking or at the neighbors. I paused for a moment worrying that she might have been out inviting a few more neighbors for dinner but the order I had just phoned in was only enough for four hungry people and my appetite was rapidly returning.

I turned on some soft music on the CD player in the living room and set the table for dinner. Using the few minutes I had remaining I cleared away Terry’s plate and empty bottles and straightened up the coffee table. I had rinsed out the bottles and set them under the sink when the doorbell rang, dinner arriving in record time. Snatching the bills off the counter I stepped to the door and took a cautionary glance through the peephole, confirming that it was indeed dinner. From the look of the uniform it could be no one else.

“Yes?” I asked.

“Pizza delivery.” He responded, holding up the boxes for my inspection.

I pushed the screen door open, smelling the food for the first time, and awkwardly swapped the food for the cash. It was then that I noticed the teenager, the same one who had bagged my groceries at both places before. While he was counting out the change I couldn’t help but ask.

“You get around, don’t you?”

“I’m sorry?” he asked, holding out the change.

“All set. Thanks.” I said. “The market. You bagged my groceries.”

He kind of gave me a dubious look at first, pocketing the unusually large eight dollar tip I gave him, until he realized it was for real and I wasn’t going to ask for it back. He nodded.

“Yeah. Have a couple different jobs.”

“Well thank you.” I said lifting the boxes and letting the screen door close.

“You’re welcome.” He said walking back to his car idling in the driveway. Brand new Ford Mustang. Must have been living at home and earning all he could to have a car like that. Insurance at that age with a car like that had to be as much as his car payment I thought, leaving the front door open as I returned to the kitchen with the pizza boxes in hand.

The sight of the pizza deliveryman pulling away was just as good as a dinner bell because I could hear several people running onto the porch and the screen door being thrown open. The three were out of breath when they walked in and sat down in the dining room.

I stepped up and set a plate of the mushroom pizza and two breadsticks down in front of Christa.

“Thank you.”

I nodded and looked to the others.

“Ms. Jackson? With or without mushrooms?”

“No fungus please.” She said, making a twisted up face. I couldn’t help but smile.

“Sir?”

“The same.” He said.

It looked like I was going to be digging mushrooms out of mine tonight. I returned to the kitchen and loaded up two dishes with pizza and breadsticks. I delivered those along with a small serving bowl of the marinara sauce and asked what they wanted to drink. An ice water, a beer and a diet Pepsi.

“Don’t let the food get cold Stacy. Help yourself. We’ll call you if we need anything.”

“Thank you ma’am.” I said, retreating to the kitchen where I pulled up a barstool and began peeling mushrooms off a slice of pizza. Christa treated me so well, I said, laughing to myself. This pizza was good cold but it didn’t compare to when it was still hot and fresh from the ovens. It was still perfect when I dug a fork into it in a manner that no one would consider petite or ladylike. I was alone in the kitchen so I could get away with letting my guard down. I snatched a breadstick from the box and went for the ranch that came with the order. Forget the marinara, I thought as I continued to eat quickly. I smeared some sour cream on the pizza which was gave it its distinctive flavor and continued to enjoy the wonderful meal, it’s fabulous flavor almost drowning out the thoughts of earlier today. Even now the events seemed as thought they were only a dream and I would continue to think of them that way but I wasn’t deluding myself to think that I would ever want to return to that store. There were plenty of others to choose from anyway.

My plate was clean so I set down my fork, took a long drink of ice cold water and stepped back into the dining room to check on our guests.

I stepped to the opening of the dining room and Christa motioned for more pizza. I took her plate and refilled it from the kitchen before stepping to the table, the conversation in the dining room still hadn’t fully returned. Terry and Julie were ready for more so I refilled their plates as well.

“Anything else?” I asked.

“No thanks Stacy.” Christa replied, digging into the pizza on her plate with a fork, the food so thick it had to be attacked with utensils.

I nodded and withdrew, refilling my own plate before sitting down again and continuing where I had left off. Fungus or not it was delicious.

The rest of the meal went as expected and the trio retired to the living room or bedrooms as I cleaned up the dishes, loaded the dishwasher and bundled up the leftovers for the fridge. Just as I finished up Christa and Julie re-emerged. My wish had come true when I saw Christa wearing the brown silk blouse and black skirt she had bought earlier today with black nylons and low heels. Julie was wearing a white summer dress with a nautical motif and classy sandals with nude nylons that you could barely make out on her shapely legs. Even Terry slid on a dress jacket over the follow and slacks he had been wearing. Not what you would call hanging around the house attire.

“We’re going out Stacy. Not sure when we’ll be back.”

“Yes ma’am.” I said as they left again. I watched through the front door as the Cadillac slid backwards down the drive with Terry behind the wheel and Julie in the passenger seat. A moment later the Porsche pulled down the drive with Christa in the driver’s seat.

The house was all mine again and soon as they the cars were out of sight I dashed for my room and threw open the boxes of lingerie and pulled them out, folding them in my hands. Just picturing my body in them sprung the organ between my legs instantly to life and I could feel the hormones flowing as I quickly climbed out of my uniform, hose, shoes and undergarments before taking the first black nylon in my hand and sliding my foot into it. It wasn’t the strangulating pantyhose that you had to bunch up and inch over your leg but looked like a perfect mold of your calf and thigh when you took it out of the package and you could just slide your leg into it with the smallest of effort. I could feel my leg tingle as my foot dropped lower into the nylon casing. It could easily have been my imagination but I didn’t care, the feeling was precious.

My foot reached bottom just as the top of the nylon reached mid thigh and stopped. It had an elastic edge around the top that hugged my leg keeping it from sliding back down over my knee. It was sheer agony but it was wonderful. The second one was just as delicious as it too went on with a perfect fit, just a hint of material brushing against my skin. I shivered, the gently spasms having no other name.

I couldn’t hold off any longer and snatched up the panties and quickly stuck a leg through each hole and pulled them up into place. Except for the unnatural bulge in front that ruined the effect they too clung to my body with just enough pressure to hold them in place. My erect penis cinched the deal, its protruding shaft promising that the delicate panties weren’t going anywhere.

Figuring that once I was snugged up tight in the corset that I wouldn’t be able to bend at the waist I sat down on my bed and pulled the shoebox open with trembling fingers. I set them on the carpet and wiggled a foot in each until they were in place. Tightening up the adjustable straps around my fat ankles was a chore with my nails but they eventually hooked through the nearest hole and were in place. I stood up and found my footing on the soft carpet, not realizing just how heavy each shoe actually was. I didn’t remember them being that way in the store but I was growing tired and knew that nothing had changed from the time I bought the pair earlier in the day. I walked in front of the mirror and enjoyed the view, always getting a rise out of nylons, panties and of course the numerous pairs of shoes I owned but could never wear out in public because of their impracticality. Everything feminine provided a rush and I could feel the familiar feeling return as I took up the corset, undid the front zipper and began undoing the latches until it fell open and I wrapped it around my torso. It was too small of course and I had to let out the strings along the back to provide more slack. It took several attempts but after a half dozen attempts I could take in a breath, hold it and latch the hook and eye closures. The last one provided a bit of resistance but eventually fell into place. I then closed the zipper over it and held my hands against my waist. It wasn’t an hourglass but at least it was thinner than my chest and hips providing some sort of feminine shape.

Seeing my hands with long, painted nails against the corset drove me to an even greater level of arousal. Seeing my appearance in the mirror now caused my head to swim and I felt lightheaded again. The corset drew my waist in but even the tiny shelf, meant to help each womanly breast defy gravity managed to lift up my middle aged, manly ‘A’ cups a tad and push them together forming a small hint of cleavage. With a single light source in the room I could find a few positions where my appearance looked even better as I continued to pose for my own enjoyment. The open breasts of the outfit was particularly interesting, my mind pondering what it would be like to feel lips and tongues exploring the small nipples that stuck out as far as they could.

I stepped over to the closet and pulled out a thin, black robe sliding my arms through the sleeves and letting it drape over my shoulders hanging limply, the only thing in the room doing that at the moment.

With my masculine shoulders and arms covered the look was as close to perfection as I could get save for my wonderful imagination. Even in this reality I was so aroused that one hand was rubbing across my panty, gently stroking the bulging cock underneath. The sensation was driving me absolutely nuts. I was so close to blowing into my underwear that I had to force my hand to stop my self-pleasure. Trying to cool down so I didn’t ‘spoil’ my outfit I tied off my robe and strolled out to the living room, the platform heels bringing an interesting sway to my swagger. I plopped down on the couch where Terry had spent the better part of the afternoon and flipped on the television trying to find something to take my mind off the erection sticking up between my legs. It was hard to do as my hands kept finding their own way to my lap during commercial breaks. I did find a solution by flipping to a movie channel and knew that for the next forty-five minutes there would be nothing resembling a commercial break. It was a ‘Matrix’ marathon in preparation for the release of the fifth movie in the trilogy, the creators obviously unable to give up on a good thing. Neo and Trinity were getting ready to stroll into the agent’s headquarters to free Morpheus when leftover pizza called my name from it’s cool storage. I fixed myself a snack, popped some microwave popcorn, poured a coke over crushed ice and wiggled myself into a comfortable position just in time to see Neo step through the metal detector and all hell broke loose.

The movie raced on and my snack quickly disappeared. I had cleaned up my mess and curled up to catch the finale as the sun set outside and the evening gave way to night. Still no sign of our intrepid trio as the credits began to roll. I had watched the exiting ending but my mind was working out all the possibilities of what they could have been up to while I toiled away the hours at home watching television. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes for a minute before the second Matrix movie started up and despite feeling the familiar signs of sleep rolling over me I didn’t try and fight it or try to drag myself back to my room. The next thing I heard was the garage door but I was aware that someone was already in the room with me.

“Just plain tuckered out.” A feminine voice spoke softly. It was Julie I suspected but I couldn’t pull the cobwebs from my head enough to come fully awake. I felt something drape across my body and managed to flutter my heavy eyes long enough to see Christa leaning over me, corners of the afghan in hand. She was still wearing that beautiful summer dress as she laid the lightweight material across my body. Their soft voices drifted into the background and I took a step back towards unconsciousness until Terry came in from the garage like the proverbial bull in a china shop, doors banging.

“Shhhh.”

I managed to spy one last look, Julie standing in the room, Terry sans jacket.

“What’s happening?” he asked, oblivious to my presence until Julie pointed me out. She shut off the television and motioned for Terry to follow her towards the bedroom, switching off the last light on her way into the hallway. With total darkness and quiet I could feel sleep again taking hold of my body and the lightheadedness that came with the total loss of consciousness.

I was pretty sure that sleep was unavoidable at this point and that I would wake up tomorrow morning with stubble on my face but I came around unexpectedly and looked about the dark room to figure out what had jarred me awake so fully. I could tell from the VCR display that thirty minutes had in fact passed since Christa and the others had arrived home. I leaned back and closed my eyes again, listening to the house for any signs of a disturbance but found none.

That was until I bolted straight up in my seat, now fully awake, my subconscious brain finding the answer first.

Christa had left the house in a blouse and skirt but had returned wearing Julie’s summer dress. Julie had returned wearing the skirt and blouse Christa had wore this evening! They obviously did that on purpose and undress at some point during the night but where and why? Just to get my goat I suspected, their plans deviously spoiled by my semi-conscious state.

“What the hell is going on?” I said to myself, my voice carrying in the quiet room. Only then was I aware of other noises in the house. It sounded like a television and with only two in the house and the one in front of me dark I knew it had to be the one located in the master bedroom. Christa must have been watching the tube. I pulled the afghan off but couldn’t muster the energy to fold it and put it back where it belonged. I was wide awake now but still felt heavy as I lifted my frame from the couch and stood uneasily on the platform shoes I was still wearing.

Light was filtering in from the hallway and I found myself drawn to it like a mosquito as I stepped across the carpet heading for the source. The master bedroom door was cracked two inches while all the other rooms stood dark and unoccupied.

I had been right about the television. It was on and a familiar looking scene played across its electronic surface. It was silent but the string of moaning and groaning, perfectly matching the picture, was coming from elsewhere in the room. I was intrigued and looked closer noticing for the first time that the people on the television resembled our houseguests. When a third person came into view on the TV it cinched the deal. The woman I could clearly see in frame was Christa. It was then that my mind finally pulled it all together and noted that the writhing bodies on the bed were perfectly mimicked on the television screen glowing in the cabinet. Somewhere behind the bedroom door, just out of view, our video camera was transmitting the action going on in the bedroom.

Arms and hands stroked anything within reach while lips and tongues latched onto whatever they encountered. Hair flew all over the place, as articles of clothing lay scattered on and off the bed. My view matched that of the camera and my eyes flitted between the live scene playing out just ten feet from me and the same action I could see on the television.

My eyes had turned to the screen for a moment when I recognized Christa face, her lips pulled back and teeth clenched, head bobbing in time with the other bodies. It was strange but her eyes were looking straight at me from the screen. I could see her mouth opening and closing, taking in lungs of air one moment and clamping her mouth closed the next trying to fight the wonderful flow of tension racking her thin frame and assaulting her senses. The regular flow and ebb of her body’s rocking motion disintegrated instantly as her entire body spasmed uncontrollably, a delicious, long moan bursting from her. Her labored breathing had become irregular and I could see the glistening sweat on her brow in the room’s lights.

All of the action on the bed slowed to a stop momentarily as the three uncoupled from one another and shifted slightly, resting their weight where they could. I hadn’t realized it but I had been slowly stroking myself on shaky knees, the other hand massaging a nipple as I watched with interest. When things calmed down, my own self pleasure slowed with it, my eyes returning to the screen. This time though I could see Christa’s face but her eyes were turned slightly from the camera. It took a minute for me to realize what was happening. My eyes turned towards the bed as the three rested for a moment. My wife was sitting on one side, her eyes no longer on the camera but staring straight at me as I stood back from the door bathed in light spilling from the room.