Becoming the Neighbor's Wife

"Yeah, that's it, oh, you have such a round butt boy. You look just like a woman like that." I couldn't see him, but I could hear a rhythmic rubbing behind me, and I realized that Tony was stroking his cock.

"Now slut. Keep that ass high. Here, put on this pair of big satin panties from my wife. Pull it up tight on your ass. And here, take these thigh high stockings. They may not fit too high above your knee, but I'm sure they'll do the trick."

Tony handed me the the black "old lady" panties first, and I had to work to get them on in my humiliating position. I knew that each time I shifted I gave him a view of my puckered anus. Here I was, the cold air of winter on my clammy skin, on my knees, face in the carpet, being dressed like Tony's ex-wife.

I squirmed into his wife's panties and stockings, and a strange feeling swept over me.

The large, control-top panties felt silky against my skin, and I had bunched them in my crack--the wedgie was rubbing against the ridges of my anus, making me feel so, well, sexy!

The stockings were electric. As soon as they slipped over my skin I could feel the cool air in the room. The dark stockings with the black elastic band set a contrast to my pale thighs.

"Just one more touch," Tony added, and he slipped off the chair and crouched behind me. I froze in nervous anticipation, wondering what he would do, but was surprised to find him working a pair of black high heels--not the most stylish pair, but high heels just the same--onto my toes. "Curl your toes to hold them on," Tony ordered. The shoes were a couple of sizes too small, but I found that being on my knees allowed me to brace the shoes against the floor, giving the appearance that they were on my feet.

"Oooowee," whistled Tony. "You make one hot slut."

"Please, daddy, don't hurt me," I whimpered. It was oddly natural for me to beg Tony. I knew what was coming. Even though I was afraid I wanted to please Tony, my new daddy.