She noticed that the call she made had distracted me and pushed my head back down to her moist mound and opened her legs wider, "more tongue" she said coolly. I continued to lap at her juicy clit and probed her hole ( I knew she liked that ).
"So" she said sternly, "how long has this been going on ?", I sat back and replied meekly "well I first wore lingerie at home when I explored mums underwear drawer after putting away the laundry as part of my chores", "I was alone and curious but I loved how they felt and made me feel", " I wore them when I was alone in the house" but as you know not long after that I got kicked out and was in "Bedsit Land" for some time". " So it stopped, though I did think about it", "honestly I'd not done anything in years having pushed it out of my thoughts but earlier, bored and horny I just saw your lingerie and almost out of just the devilment of it, gave in to a sudden urge to wear it", " Honestly, that was the first time I've worn your lingerie"
She pushed down the horn rimmed goth glasses she wore more for style than vision and looked at me over the frames. "Well, I think you can tell, that I don't approve", My heart sank again fearing what might come next, she paused, I swear it was ages but it might have been just a few seconds. "That is my lingerie, and it won't be the same now you've worn it", "

So here's what you're going to do, You're going to replace it, not only that you're going to buy me more". I nodded my wholehearted agreement feeling for the first time tonight that maybe just maybe this was gonna work out after all. " You will promise, not to, ever EVER wear my lingerie again, is that clear" I nodded once again and as I did so she pushed my face on to her very wet pussy once again. "LICK ! ". She'd always been a powerful woman but somehow she seemed to have grown in stature, she knew she had an upper hand here that she could really take advantage of.
She shuddered into orgasm as she continued to grind her wet pussy against my face while I tried to seek out her hole with my tongue, made all the harder by her grinding fervently. She held my head as she calmed and lay back on the bed and regained herself.

She cleared her throat, took a deep breath and got up, her long goth layered skirt flowed back over her sheer stockings and hid her moistness. she pushed me back off my knees onto my ass. I watched as she walked calmly to the drawers where all this had started just hours ago. She opened the drawer, put her hands in on my side of the divide and pulled out my underwear. she turned and dropped them on me, "go and put all these in the bin now, and then make me a cup of coffee when you come back"

I dutifully gathered up the clothes, wrestling to keep them under control and did as I was told. I felt very self conscious walking through the house and even more as I stepped outside to the wheelie bin at the side of the house. Even though I was shielded from the street by a tall barred gate, it was still overlooked by the neighbours house and the streetlight outside illuminated the passage. Thankfully there were no lights on in the neighbours house and I quickly hefted the mound of clothes into the bin and ducked back into the kitchen.

Once in the kitchen, I put the kettle on and made us both a drink before heading back up the stairs.
As I entered the bedroom again, it was in low light and she was sat back now on the Superking bed ( an impulse buy from Ikea but damn it was comfy ) just in the lingerie she'd worn that evening, Dressing to kill got you much better tips as a barmaid she'd discovered quite quickly, she also found it empowering and almost like it enhanced her already fierce persona. She was by all accounts not someone to be trifled with at work. Though the bed was huge she still managed to occupy a large space. Her face was illuminated by the glow of her phone which she was typing on , smirking then typing again. I put the coffee down on her bedside table and she looked at me briefly and smiled, she mouthed the word "thanks" and returned her gaze to the screen.

I sat on the bed on my side, I heard clicking and looked around to see her pointing at the chair by the dressing table so I took my cuppa and sat in the chair, still dressed in her lingerie. I caught sight of myself in the mirror and though I definitely looked sad I still liked the look of the lingerie on me and smiled a little.
She looked up from her phone and must have caught my smile. "You do like the way you look don't you, I suppose I should be flattered a little that you wanted to wear my lingerie in a way, imitation being the sincerest form of flattery and all that. So here's how this is going to work, Now I know about this side of you I'm going to have fun with it. We will shop for lingerie which is yours to wear, I will style you but you will get an input, just know that my say will of course be final. You will be my plaything, my full size doll, I will say how you dress and will put you in positions I find entertaining. Let's see how much fun we can have with this."

Her phone pinged and she looked down at it "ah good", She looked back up at me "Be a doll and get the door he's here". I gulped and stood, reaching for my dressing gown as I approached the door. "Um No !" she said,"just as you are will do nicely, he already knows and i sent him a pic so he won't be surprised" she laughed.
I crept down the stairs and approached the door, seeing a shadow on the other side. I opened the door and a dark figure stepped in, he must have been a customer at the rock pub she worked at. Dressed in dark clothing with a dramatic flair, eyeliner, gothic but not so much as my wife, Tall and fairly slender. He reminded me a little of Noel Fielding. He sort of hopped in through the door, acknowledged me silently and stepped past me walking up the stairs, I started " It's on the..." and trailed off, he knew the way already and swept into the bedroom. I heard an exchange of voices and made my way back up. I could hear giggles from both of them as I approached. I knocked gently and her voice said, "don't be daft just come in for fucks sake".

She'd taken up a position on the bed that reminded me of Elvira mistress of the dark ( a movie and character I love as does she ) He was sitting on the bed turned towards her one leg tucked underneath him. they continued to talk and she gestured to me to return to my chair. They continued to talk in quiet voices and I couldn't quite hear what they were saying. Then they both got off the bed on the side nearest me. She looked amazing in that lingerie, it was all black of course for a goth, lacy, revealing and with it's clear intent to frame the goods rather than hinder the eye, her tits looked amazing ( I'd be dishonest if I didn't admit they were what I noticed first about her ) and it was clear her beau was also entranced by them, he cupped them and squeezed them playfully while kissing her as they stood together, she pushed his jacket off his shoulders and it slipped down over his arms to the floor, next she lifted the black tour t shirt over his torso, revealing a taut but not overly muscly body, you might call it a swimmers physique. He was fit, I could see that and could see the draw for her, there was definitely something interesting about him somehow, a bit of mystery, a bit of rogue charm I guess.He kicked off his gothic boots and my wide looked at me and then loosened the thick belt holding up his jeans and popped the button open, she reached down into his jeans and bit her lip smiling coyly at him while all the time enjoying the role of harlot. His jeans fell to the floor, pulled down by the weight of chains, change and wallet/phone. Sne dropped to her knees, looked straight at me and then back to his crotch. The brief glance was enough for her to see that I was enjoying this too, despite myself, the bulge in the lacy panties I wore was a dead giveaway. This was a ringside seat at a porn flick in my dreams ( oh those filthy dreams ). She reached into his pants and pulled out a still growing cock, her eyes wide as she watched it unfurling in her hands. She leaned in and licked it rudely, her eyes darted to me to make sure I was still watching, then she kissed it on the tip and it twitched. Her lips parted and began to slide down it's length, engulfing the head with her velvety lips and then drawing it in to her hot mouth. one hand cupped his balls and the other reached round to his ass. which I can tell you looked peachy. I could see why this guy had her attention and why she's invited him over. He was completely unfazed by a cross dressing husband in the room, if anything he was enjoying it. Someone to show off to perhaps. He made appreciative noises as her lips stroked his cock. She lifted her hand from his ass cheek and pulled his pants down and he stepped out of them, her lips never left his cock as they both moved, he flicked the clothes away with his foot. and stood looking down at her, then he looked at me, enjoying the show, and returned his gaze to her bobbing up and down his cock with her tits swinging underneath, surely a view any guy would love.

The hand that was squeezing his ass tilted downwards, the fingers extended and then made the "come hither" gesture without leaving his ass. I dropped off the chair onto my knees and shuffled towards them and sat on my haunches beside them.

She turned to me, smiled and said "If you're going to dress like a dirty girl, you're also going to act like one, you hear ?" I nod meekly. "Now that you've watched me suck his cock, it's your turn" She pushed him around so that his cock now faced me, inches from my face, wet with her saliva. She grinned at me, then grinned at him as he looked down. He had a beaming grin himself and I caught his eye, He nodded for me to do as I was instructed, I felt so dirty, I also felt so alive too. so many conflicting emotions and confusion but I leant forward and placed my lips on the end of his cock like my wife had done, I looked at her and her eyes twinkled with glee, and she nodded for me to continue, I opened my mouth, swirled my tongue around the head of his cock and slid my lips around it till it filled my mouth. It was hot in my mouth and salty/sweet ( a bit like cinema popcorn but not lol ). I felt so humble as opposed to humiliated, I felt so conflicted yet this was an adventure all right. I, I think I might be enjoying this. I slide my lips back and forth closing my eyes briefly, when they open I notice that both of their phones are pointed at me. I'm a cross dressing slut sucking my wife's boyfriends cock and they have the proof now.