I looked in the mirror and from toes to neck a gorgeous slutty woman reflected back at me, from the neck upward it was little old me! Handling the lingerie had been extremely erotic and I made frequent use of a box of tissues. I didn't want to leak pre-cum all over the feminine attire as I am sure that Mr Benson would not be pleased if it looked as if a horde of snails had trailed their way all over the lingerie he had paid my wife to buy for me. I made sure that I pulled the panties up last, so they could come off and leave the stockings and suspenders in pace, this was the greatest challenge as the feeling was so sensuous as I pulled them over my cock and balls, that I nearly ejaculated on the spot. As it was my penis was not constrained sufficiently and poked obscenely out of the black lace and frequent tissue use was essential! The bra was padded so it gave me a good shape and if I had known how to apply make up, I doubt anyone would have been able to tell that I was not a woman, apart from the fact that I had not had the opportunity and didn't have the know-how to remove my body hair. I hoped Mr Benson would not expect me to have completely transformed! I was about ready to go back down stairs when I heard the front door open and shut and surprised and curious I looked out of the window. I was stunned and nearly forgot that I was not in a state to be seen looking out of the window, stepping back into the room quickly but still able to see Mr Benson and my wife, my totally naked wife, climbing into the back of a black taxi cab. The bedroom telephone rang and it was my wife, using her mobile from the cab. 'We will be back later' she said, in a matter of fact tone 'Mr Benson says to be ready at eight, but he wants you in a pair of my plain panties - you will find them on the dressing table, plain white with a bow on the front. You are to wear nothing else. We'll see you later'...'Where are you going - you have no clothes....?' but the phone was dead.