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As some of you have already read the other story about my neighbour this one is to do with his wife, I was chatting to a very naughty friend on snapchat in the back garden and I heard my neighbour so I popped my head over the fence to say hello and see what she was doing. Anyway she said she was bored cause her husband has been watching the cricket all day. I had a thought that I would let me friend chat to her as I know he had a thing for older women, (she is 70) so I thought it would be great for them to chat, anyway they were chatting and about a hour or so later I saw her go to the shed an… Leggi altre informazioni

"Now girls, if you want to open your desks, choose a dildo, and we will have some cocksucking practice." I looked around and saw everyone else opening their desks, so I opened mine, and what I saw was a collection of any sex toy you could think of, and many I had probably never heard of (yet!). There were dildos, vibrators, butt plugs, nipple clamps, and various whips and restraints. I quickly glanced at Frankie, and saw she had chosen a medium sized dildo, realistic looking, but pliable. Then I glanced around and saw some had chosen massive black cocks, but some were more modest sizes. "Now… Leggi altre informazioni

Saturday I open my eyes, and am confused as I do not see the normal surroundings of my bedroom, as I turn over to look around, the tinkling of the bells attached to my cock cage remind me.......I am banished from my own bedroom. I can hear the radio is on in what I used to think of my bedroom, so I know my wife is awake. So I hope to get on the good side of her, and even better hoping to go lingerie shopping with her, and go downstairs to make breakfast so we can have breakfast in bed. I carry the tray upstairs, and hesitate outside the door, then I knock on the door (for gods sake this is… Leggi altre informazioni

Friday At last my wife has relented, and released my cock. I can feel it throbbing, enjoying it’s new found liberty. It is tenting my knickers, at the moment of release when it snakes past the waistband of my knickers. The feeling of the elastic of my knickers, as it rubs against the underside of my cock is fantastic, this kind if restraint I don’t mind at all. I am not sure when she had removed my cage, it must have been while I was asleep. I look over to her, and see her breathing slowly and deeply, showing she is still asleep. I almost feel like kissing her feet in gratitude, and the thoug… Leggi altre informazioni

THURSDAY I was awake, my heart was beating hard, even with my eyes closed I knew it was dark, it was not a time when I should wake up, what had woken me? My first thought was, was it a noise, was there someone downstairs? It crossed my mind that if I went downstairs to confront an intruder, the only ‘good’ outcome would be if they collapsed to the floor with laughter, seeing me in my baby doll nightie, giving me enough time to phone 999. Then I realised it was not a sound, it was a movement, the bed was gently rocking. I kept my eyes closed, trying to figure out what it was, then it struck me… Leggi altre informazioni

WEDNESDAY I decide to go to the office early, then I don’t have to walk past Jane, as I park my car and get out I feel one of my suspenders come loose, there were a group of c***dren walking past so I could do nothing about it, but the building where I work is just across the street, and when I get in there I should be able to ‘adjust’ myself. I swipe my security pass through the reader, and the doors come open, just my luck the security guard was at his desk, I nodded to him and he nodded back. I will have to wait until I am in my office to adjust myself. I walk into the outer office, and at… Leggi altre informazioni

TUESDAY I opened my eyes, knowing it was early, and I looked at the clock and saw it was 5:12. I can understand the feeling of if someone loses an arm or a leg, of a phantom limb, I knew my cock is fully caged, but in my mind I can feel it erect and throbbing, even imagine it tenting my knickers out, and making the hem of my nightie rise up, but as my hand goes down, in the vague hope that it is free, all I feel is the warmth of my cock enclosed in the metal bars of it’s cage. My wife is still asleep next to me, and I know it is pointless trying to get back to sleep, so I quietly get up and g… Leggi altre informazioni

MONDAY Susan was on all fours, and was wearing her schoolgirl outfit, the short pleated skirt was hiding nothing, all it did was provide a surrounding with the black stockings and suspenders, to her pussy. “Fuck me Les,” she said. I look down and see my cock sticking out from the crotchless knickers I am wearing. I reach out to grab her by the hips, ready to plunge my cock deep into her waiting pussy, then......... The alarm went off. My eyes flew open and my hand instinctively reached down to my crotch, but rather than the expected throbbing cock, I felt the lacy hem of my nightie and the me… Leggi altre informazioni

As I wake up on Sunday I become aware of an unusual sensation, as I move, the frilly hem of my nightie (MY NIGHTIE !!!!) sliding over my shaven thighs. My hand slid up the lacy material until it found my nipple, enjoying the sensation of it hardening through the material. My cock started to fill its cage. I looked over at my wife, who was still asleep. Her baby doll nightie, black compared to my ‘virginal’ white, added to the sexiness of the view. I would be turned on seeing her naked, but I don’t know if it is because I am a tranny, but the view of her in sexy lingerie turns me on even more.… Leggi altre informazioni

To explain how I got to where I am now I had better start at the beginning. it was a normal Saturday, I had gone out for a walk (as good a way of keeping fit as any), and when I came in I shouted "Hi Sooze (my name for my wife Susan), I'm home". The silence that greeted me was almost palpable. I knew she was at home, then a few seconds later, I hear her say "Leslie, come here.” Leslie?, she always calls me Les, why call me Leslie. My heart started pounding. I go upstairs and the door is open to the spare bedroom where I have the computer set up, for home use and the times when I can do some wo… Leggi altre informazioni

Well here I am standing on the platform on a glorious Sunday afternoon waiting for the train to Chichester and my next adventure. This makes my eighth meet directly from this site over the years but, here's me, all butterflies and nerves just like every other time. We've chatted on here, exchanged numbers, ' photos, talked on the telephone for ages, all the usual groundwork covered as anyone would, but I'm still a bundle of nerves. Probably doesn't help that under my standard out-for-the-day clothes of trainers, jeans and an unusually baggy black shirt, I have on the lingerie so lovingly requ… Leggi altre informazioni