To be doubly sure, I was on the phone to my wife as I pulled onto the drive. She was very busy at the moment and putting lots of hours. It left me on the sideline a fair bit, so I was planning to use my afternoon off for some good old personal time. I grabbed a cold beer from the fridge and surprised to see the laptop out on the side cleared the screensaver and went straight to some porn sites. The front page had a broad selection of clips, surrounded naturally by various animated adverts!! I leant on the worktop and rubbed my cock through my trousers as stirred; Group, Babysitter then what really caught my eye, a lingerie pic with the title of 'hung bride' beneath it. Hmmm I thought to myself, but also wanted to keep myself in check, I clicked the link, but paused it straight away, I needed a shower and a change of clothes first. I went up to our bedroom and stripped off, neatly putting my clothes in the laundry bin and hanging my suit up. I stood there naked with the words 'hung bride' echoing through my mind. I stepped back, shut mine and open my wife's wardrobe instead. Custom built, the door slid open about 8 feet wide and it sank into the wall by about 6 feet. An array of shoes lay before me on all three walls, shoes and boots in fact of what I guessed was most if not all styles! Above that all round hung all her dresses, tops and so on but it was to the middle of the back wall I headed. There sat an waist height chest of drawers in between the shoes and clothes. I pulled on the bottom, middle and top drawer and they opened in tiers. Stepping back I looked at the (full) range of lingerie before me; just about everything a girl or indeed a man would ever want. There was no avoiding my swelling cock now as I stood naked, glancing left or right, my profile was caught in two full length mirrors. Not as slim as I used to be, I am average build, 6ft tall with short brown hair. I laughed at myself for holding my belly in as I eyed me up in the mirror! Knowing how I was feeling, I opened a small draw near the front of the wardrobe and pulled out our douche kit, I smiled as I headed to the shower. 15 minutes later and I was back in the bedroom, all towelled off and as I am pretty hairy, just using a hair dryer to finish what a towel invariably cannot! My wife is a busty size 16 and she looks great in her undies. I am sure she has no idea that I like to wear them too, but I am also aware that there are other things she does not know I get up to as well. I reach into her drawers now and pick out a simple shiny vest top. It is lycra so stretches easily as I tug it over my head and shoulders. She has amazing D cup tits so there is no point me even trying her bras on, but I like how this top holds on to me and looks good with the next item, a red basque with black trim and importantly, no bra element at all. It is hard to do up, but the reward is worth it, I do it up the front and then thanks to the black top, it pulls round to be the right way on with ease. As well as holding my stomach in somewhat, the next thing I love about the basque is its built in snaps for stockings. I am a big advocate of stockings rather than holds ups and today I decide on red ones to match the basque piping. My cock has been threatening to stiffen since I got upstairs and now that I am touching the nylon and pulling them tight up each leg, there is no holding it back. I finish fixing the snaps and stand up, looking down to see my hard on standing out proud. I manage to resist wanking it and reach past the tight stretchy knickers and aim instead for the shiny black french knickers – there is no way anything is going to hold my cock down so why bother! Finally I step backwards into the bedroom and look left and right, maybe I should not say it myself, but I look great and at last I let me hand grab my shaft and squeeze as I look at myself, adjusting my pose to see me from all angles. I feel so horny suddenly that I think that my comings are going to start earlier than planned. I smack my arse and pinch my nipples as I wank, knowing that I will come soon. Breaking my attention suddenly, my phone goes off. I lick my lips and move back to the bed to read the text message. It is from my wife and it reads, “Cancel dinner! Going to be late tonight, hun :(“ I reply letting her know I am disappointed, but that I will keep busy till she gets home. Short reply lets me know that she should be home about 10 after drinks, but will let me know for sure by 7. No problem I reply and I pull on my nipples as I hit send, working out that I have at least 4 hours of uninterrupted wanking ahead of me! Wanking and more.... I walk back to the wardrobe ready to finish my ensemble and pick a pair of slip ons with about 2 niches of heel. I swig my beer and call myself a slut as I look in the mirror. I grab a handful of my arse as I look over my shoulder and bend over too, trying to pull the loose material aside to catch a view of my ring-piece. However, I cannot keep my balance and teeter forwards, juts managing to see my balls swinging free as I fight to not fall over! I tour the house, something I always like doing when I am dressed like this. I like to go into my wife's study and sit in her leather chair. Then I move into various positions in the room, on the chair, on the desk, trying to find all the fuck positions that are possible. Next is my study, odes she know I stash my porn on the PS3 drive? I turn it on now and it resumes playing a gangbang scene at the press of a couple of buttons. I sit in my desk chair and the girl getting spitroasted on the 26 inch screen ahead of me soon has me holding my cock again. And remembering those fuck positions I lift my legs and imagine someone between my legs. I wiggle my bum cheeks apart on the edge of the chair and let a finger wander there to play gently over my dry hole. I pause the movie before the come shots (I know I will not last that at all!!), and I leave a freeze-frame of a blonde girl on her knees, two cock pointing at her face. A brief stop in the guest room where all I can do is gaze at the wonderfully phallic bed-knobs. I rest my cock against it and it looks tiny, with the heels on I do not need to go on tip toes though so I easily rest my balls on them, perversely wishing that a cock this obscenely big was with me now! I make my way down the stairs to where the sexy sound of my heels clicking across the hard floor starts. I lay on each sofa in turn, feeling the cool of the leather through the slight layers I am wearing. I lean over at the drinks cabinet and poor a large shot of tequila. There is a low level mirror on the counter there and I see my cock still standing proud before I lean down to look at me licking my lips. They appear very bare suddenly and I fish around in the top drawer to find a spare lipstick. I lean over again from the waist, knowing that I am poking my arse outwards, so I can see what I am doing. When I put the lippy back in the drawer, I look back and see a slutty pair of lips, “Here's to being slutty!” and I tip the shot down my neck. I feel the warm edge through my body and I head through to the kitchen, pretending to trip and fall so as end up bending over the back of the sofa. My hard on has trouble bending beneath me and I giggle as I slap my bum once more. In the kitchen I tend not to hang about, not that there is anything wrong with the room, but it has the door to the garage which is where I want to be quick by the time I get this far. The double garage is very much my area, and it is also very empty at the moment, my 'project' car is off getting sprayed so it is a walk across to the bank of tool boxes and equipment and on the top wall a small fridge sits next to an old sofa. I especially love the echo in here. I realise that the laptop is still in the kitchen so I meander back in to pick it up and bring it its docking station on my work bench. I click a link and soon I am met with the nice sounds of sex (badly dubbed german I think!) as I click my heels around. The end cupboard has a big duvet in it which I throw down on the floor again bending from the waist to roll out the corners neatly. The duvet concealed a tool box that I take out next and put on the edge of the duvet. Lastly I reach back in and get out my favourite riding crop, discretely stored in its cardboard tube. I sit on the tool box and enjoy the cold of the steel on my bum cheeks. I lean over to get a beer from the fridge and curse as I find it empty. I strut back to the kitchen and get a fresh box from the utility room. As I come back in, I see the tequila out still and think, what the hell. As I look for my glass to pour another shot, my phone announces from upstairs that I have got a text from my wife again. Keen to stay abreast of her day, I head on up to read it. My phone decides to freeze so it is still locked by the time I get back down stairs. Halfway across the living room it pops up and I freeze. “Have you forgotten Mum is over today to do the garden? She says she sees you are in, wants to come in for a coffee!” Shit, shit, shit! “Just got out of the shower, I need some time” I need to get to the garage door before she gets in, but my mind is already freaking me out as the kitchen has a great view of the garden! “She knows, she says she sees you are decent... just let her in, eh! Catch you later...” No sooner do I close the phone, it pings with another message and I look to see a text from Karen, my mother-in-law, “Let me in, naughty boy!” My heart is seriously pounding in my ears. It pings again, “or should that be Naughty Girl!?” I walk gingerly to the kitchen door and look around it. I can see her at the door, holding her garden gloves in her hand and my shot glass in the other! To answer the question in my head, the glass door slides open and she calls in, “Right, then, I will let myself in!” I have no idea what to do or what is happening, but suddenly this middle aged woman (Karen is about 45, a couple of years younger than her husband Greg) is bearing down on me. Despite my shocked state, I notice her thin frame under her tee shirt and her longs legs striding out from under her loose skirt. Her normally neat hair is tussled and her knees are browned, other than that, she is as well presented as ever. “Harry, you look gorgeous,” she tells me, her face beaming, “I had no idea you were this naughty!” I simply stare at her, dumbstruck. “I never would have thought my Amy was into this...” and she broke off, looking at my face, “aaah” I noticeably gulp down, “She doesn't know, does she?” she asks and I shake my head in a slow reply. “Oh, my!” she says, still looking me up and down, it looks like she is thinking, “Well that is just fine.” She speaks very matter of factly, “and I have interrupted you fun,” she adds a sad tone to her voice and I finally manage to speak albeit it sheepishly, “Er, yeah,” I croak, “sorry!” I blush, thinking the worst about my marriage being over! However, she puts a finger to my lips, “Shhhh, not to worry, Harry, please... do not worry at all!” From nowhere, the sounds of climax come through from the echoey garage and I blush again, Karen glances down to where my hard on was and I can only imagine how small it has shrunk to now! She reaches out and takes my hand. “Come on,” she says pulling gently on my arm, “don't let me stop the fun...” In the garage, she pulls the door shut behind me, “oh cozy!” she says with a chuckle, “Now, please as you were...” I stand there thinking I am dreaming. “Harry!” she says in a stern voice that seems to snap me to reality. I look at her. “Please resume..” “I don't think... I am not errr...” I have no idea what to say at all. “Oh come on,” her voice is very calm, “I only want to see you wank” she moves round the back of me and I feel her hand on my bum then reaching around to my soft cock, “you know, maybe like a hung bride?” She squeezes my arse and I am amazed that I feel life return as she closes her grip on my cock and balls again. She steps back away, staying behind me and I feel confident to touch myself again. The noise from her flip flops tells me she is moving around the garage and I hear breathing. My cock is hard again in my hand now... “Mmmm” she says, “bend over for me, like you did in the other room.” I oblige and feel my cock slip back in side the silky knickers as I do so. It is then that I realise that she has my riding crop as with a smack that echoes sharply around it connects with my backside. I yelp out and I am met straight away with another crack, landing equally on both cheeks. She puts the crop under my chin and I stand up as she moves around me, “impressive.” she says as she runs the flap of the tip around my fist as I slowly wank my hard on. “Take them off,” she instructs and I slip easily out the knickers once I have hooked them over my cock. She continues to smack the whip down on my arse cheeks as I wank, instructing me to several different positions. At one point she makes me stop all together and tells me to hold me cheeks apart. “Nice looking hole you have there Harry,not a virgin are you?” “No.” While I am holding the cheeks apart, she is rubbing the rippled shaft of the crop along my crack, making sure the tip plays on my arse hole. “Toys?” “Yes” “Often?” “No” I stumble the word as smack stings my arse again sending a stab of pain through me. “Let me guess, not as often as you like, eh!” “Yes” and then suddenly she is right behind me, talking quietly into my ear, “Does Amy do your arse, Harry?” “No,” I reply, trying to hide my disappointment, “only me...” “We will change that Harry, Would you like that?” Was this is a trick? What are you meant to say in this situation? “I think I would like to do your arse Harry!” and this time she slapped my cheek with her hand and her other hand reached around, exploring the basque and the feel of the tight top over my nipples. “What if I said that I had plans for you Harry? Secret plans?” I hesitated still, but I am sure that my slow wanking was giving away my intrigue! “Plans that Amy, never needs to know about?” this naturally got my attention, “And actually,” she continued, “plans that means that Amy never needs to know about this?” she rubbed her hand across the basque and onto my stocking top. “That I would like,” I enthused She put her fingers to my mouth and pushed them in, “Lick,” she said and I moved tongue over them and sucked on them as much as I could. She pulled them back and them with her other hand, took hold of my cock, her newly wet fingers found their way to my arse and I felt them pushing to get into me. She turned me as she wanked me and I saw later that I was standing at the edge of the duvet, facing away from it. She fell silent as she jammed her fingers into me. I needed to protest that two would not get in without lube assistance, but I enjoyed the sensation of being molested like this so much that it was massively helping my orgasm arrive. Soon the only sounds was the slapping of her fist reaching my body as it pumped my cock and my hard breathing. She sensed my need expertly and whispered to me, “Yeah Harry, let it go now...” And as she jammed her fingers harder still my legs started to buckle and I felt my come rise up my cock. The splat echoed as it hit the concrete floor and I was surprised at how much seemed to issue from me. Karen was counting “4, 5, 6, oh yeas” and as I opened my eyes and looked down I realised she was keeping track of my spurts of come. My breathing was ragged and I needed to sit down. Karen led me to the sofa. “How long till you are ready?” she asked. I was slightly taken aback by the question and felt embarrassed to answer honestly, “maybe an hour?” “oh good,” she said to my relief, “that is plenty of time” and she picked her phone and dialled. “Hi Greg, love, yeas I know it is early....yes.... no” I was intrigued as to where the conversation with her husband was going, “Anyway listen, I need you to come over, I need you for a favour with Harry.” I raised my eyebrows but she was not looking at me at all. “Yes, I know,” she continued with a giggle, “just get over here and no, you don't need your tool box,” and she winked at me as she hung up.