Part1.

So, the story below, revolves around a fantasy, but some parts of it are true.

It all started one morning as I was on the way to meet a former colleague who was returning some work kit to me; I was meeting him at McDonalds just off the motorway in Bristol.

My wife, Kate, and I had had a wonderful morning fooling around in bed, and, while you couldn’t say we’d had a “full session”, things had got very hot in bed. 

I think I’ve explained before, my wife and I have been together for over 20 years, and our sex life is really good.  We love each other very much and we have a great time spicing things up and doing anything that makes us both very horny.  My wife has quite a sub-side to her and the idea of not having a choice, or having to do something dirty often figures in our sex life.

I can feel my cock hardening right now typing these words.

So, I was driving along in a really happy mood, feeling the warm glow you get in your groin after sexually messing around but with the ache of knowing, as a man, that you haven’t cum and the need that that creates - my mind contemplating having a full session later in the day and what that might look like or play out to be.  It was at this point that the filthy-thought-worm started in my mind and took over the rest of the day and that forms most of this story.

Recently my wife had bought seen some tights (pantyhose for our Cousins) that were advertised as completely crotchless.  When we first saw them we’d both commented about how great they look and what fun we’d have with Kate wearing them out at our favourite restaurant on a Saturday night, obviously yours-truly had to take this one step further telling her how much I’d like to take her dogging in those tights. And of course, after looking at the tights online once, they kept coming up in various feeds. (We’ve since bought a pair and they are bloody wonderful!)

Back to the day in question. 

As I drove along the ‘plot’ in my head was forming and growing – just like my cock, and by the time I arrived at McDonalds I was rock solid and tenting my jeans.  Luckily, I had my work bag with me, which I held across my groin to hide the offending member.

I ordered a coffee and took a seat to wait for my old colleague, only to receive a text from him saying he was running 10 mins late.  Straight away I jumped on to my phone, opening WhatsApp to send messages to Kate.

“Do you completely and utterly trust me” was the kick off question.

Shortly after Kate replied. “Yes. 100% I do. You know that. Why”

“If I told you to do something filthy, would you do as I asked. Clue: as my Sub you need to say Yes”.

With a smiling emoji she replied “Probably.  What.?”

“Not good enough.  Needs to be a YES”

A few seconds later I got back. “Yes”.  Before she asked, “What have you got on your dirty mind..??”

I waited and thought about what to say next.  I want to get this right. I also didn’t want to rush the message and make any mistakes that autocorrect would get wrong.  I took a deep breath and a gulp of coffee and typed the next message.

“I want you to buy a pair of those filthy tights and then I want you to come up to Cribbs Causeway and where them when you go shopping.  You MUST wear a short skirt and NO nickers, and I will check before you leave the house. When you get to Cribbs I want you to go to the toilets – I’ll allow you to go to the disabled ones so that no one can hear you.  I want you to pull your skirt all the way up to your waist so that your cunt will be fully on display, I know by the time you get there it will be soaking wet.  I want you to pull your cunt lips open with the fingers of one hand while you take a picture and send it to me.  After that I want you to watch your favourite porn, with your ear buds in, while you masturbate until you cum.  Once you cum you CANNOT wipe yourself, you’ll have to walk around with a dripping wet cunt.  When you get home, you’ll be gagging for it, and I’ll fuck your wet cunt until I spunk inside you.”

I then admitted in the next line. “I’m so hard typing those words.  I can feel precum leaking all over my cock”.

I quickly followed this up with “Say YES sub”.

Almost immediately Kate replied. “Yes”

The mind-worm was working overtime. “One other thing. When you do this, I want you to go up and down the escalators and stairs throughout the Mall, and on every floor.  Any man standing underneath you will get a fine view up your short skirt of your freshly shaved wet cunt.  I like the idea of that. You nonchalantly going up the escalator as some random guy looks at your engorged cunt.”

“Does the idea turn you on..?”

Without thinking, Kate quickly replied “Yes”.

“Is your cunt wet now” – like I didn’t know the answer!

“Yes”. She replied. “Dripping”

“Good.  Go to the toilet right now.  Pull your jeans and knickers down – I want you to gently run a finger across your clit and down through your cunt lips and feel how wet you are. Then put two fingers all the way into your cunt hole and finger fuck yourself for at least one minute.  I want to lick your fingers and taste your cunt juice when you get home before I fuck you.”

Just then my colleague arrived; it was a good job that I was already sitting down as there was a wet patch stain starting to appear on my jeans.

Kate bought the tights on-line that very day.