Chapter 1 – Home Coming

Friday 20th March 2015

Perth

Scotland

I had the house to myself because my wife, Pamela, had headed out and wouldn’t return until evening. I watched her climb into her sister Nadia’s car, and I waved, receiving a wave back from both.

As the car left the street, I marvelled at the pair, having become closer friends in recent months. They’d maintained a loose contact over the years. Nadia had lived mainly in Europe since graduation and only returned to Scotland in 2014. 

At fifty-five, I was five years older than Pamela and ten years older than Nadia. Unlike them, I didn’t have siblings or anyone I would call a friend, except my virtual friendships, people online. As I undressed, I thought about those friends and what some of them looked like. My cock was warming to the idea of me logging on to the internet, and I enjoyed the familiar stirring in my boxers. I pulled them off and threw them onto the bed.

I stood in front of the wardrobe mirror naked for a moment, pleased with my appearance. It was good not to see my features ruined by heavy lines or wrinkling. My physique was in reasonable shape thanks to regular swimming and jogging. While not athletic or slim, I wasn’t sporting flab. I wasn’t vain, but it always delighted me to be complimented on my appearance.

Due to Pamela being slim, I knew I wouldn’t get into any of her nighties or pretty dresses. I wished my wife had been slightly bigger in build because I wanted to borrow her underwear on days like this. Her knickers were tight on me, and the first time I’d pulled a pair on, I almost ripped them. I lifted a pair of black lace knickers from a drawer because they’d still be useful for an added thrill in a little while.

I stepped into the knickers and pulled the flimsy material up my legs. When they reached halfway on my thighs, I had to ease them up slowly and carefully, remembering that the waistband wouldn’t reach where it was meant to go. When I got the delicate lace cupping my balls, my cock was erect and throbbing, and the glistening circumcised head was squeezed outside the tight waistband. I pushed it slightly to the side to get it inside and sighed at seeing my bulge.

I eased my feet into black stiletto sandals. I had to force my toes forward, so they were squeezed into the small gap at the front, and I could only fasten the ankle strap on the last hole. Wearing nothing but stiletto sandals and knickers really got me aroused.

I couldn’t remember if I’d locked the door because I’d been so eager to get up to my naughty tricks. I went downstairs, slowly and carefully, holding the bannister to avoid accidents in my high heels. My heart pounded as I walked to the door, slipped my key in, turned it, and left it in the lock. That would ensure that Pamela couldn’t get back in even with her key. She’d already told me that if they intended to return earlier than expected, she would text me.

I was happy knowing I’d have plenty of time to get the shoes and knickers off and get dressed. I paused and looked through the kitchen at the back door. That was locked, but there would be no need to leave a key in the lock because I couldn’t remember Pamela ever using that door to come in.

I returned upstairs as carefully as I’d done on the way down. The stilettos were sexy but dangerous to walk in without practice, and my cock was aching for attention. I looked at the incredible sight of my throbbing cock held tight in the lace and couldn’t resist a gentle stroke.

I was so pleased with how stiff and erect my shaft had become that I had a burning desire to take a selfie. It was something I’d done months before, but recently, I’d managed to talk myself out of it. My main worry was that I’d have to hide the pictures so nobody else would see them by accident. I was in my study upstairs and glanced at my phone, once again telling myself that it’d be best not to keep any secret pictures. When I turned to my laptop, I glanced at the tiny circular lens on the top, and had pleasant memories of selfies I’d taken before.

“I could do what I did before.” It had been a while since I used my laptop to take pictures, so I went through the features for a few minutes until I found the one I needed. Within seconds, I was looking at myself on the screen.

“I really ought to return to secret selfies.”

I got up and carefully stepped back from my desk, watching the screen to see how much of myself would be in the picture and how much detail. For a while, I turned the laptop this way and that and found that the image was brighter if I were farther back into the room. I remembered that I’d also have to set the timer on the camera before getting into a sexy pose.

Before long, I had photographed myself around the room in several poses and followed those pictures with a few in the main bedroom and on the landing. I’d been reminded with the first few poses that I needed daylight to get a good result, so it cut down the locations I could use.

I went downstairs, fixed another coffee, and returned to my study. I’d taken more pictures than I realised, so my first job would have to be a rapid and honest review of them, removing any that had no appeal. After reducing them to the ones I liked, I selected them individually to crop, remembering that it was me.

I couldn’t afford to leave any pictures of me wearing heels and knickers in my photo library, so I copied all of them to a memory stick. Also, I moved them to an album called the Hidden Photos file. It was time-consuming, but strangely, I became aroused as I went through the pictures. I occasionally paused to gaze longer at some after they’d been cropped. I would upload them to my favourite website, but that would have to wait because I needed a wank.

“It’s no good. I’ll have to stroke my aching cock.” I panted. “I have to shoot my load while feeling this good.”

I logged in to the Kinks and Queens website and scrolled through my friends’ profile pictures. I had so many who were supposed to be friends, but we only commented on each other’s picture galleries. I stopped at one member who always made me feel good. “Steph in Stockings, you are beautiful.” I went into her picture gallery and chose one of my favourite images of her. I imagined caressing her long, loose, blonde ringlets and being close enough to kiss her glossy ruby lips.

As I gazed at the perfection on my laptop, I wrapped my fingers around my throbbing lace-covered shaft and slowly stroked myself. I spent a moment admiring Steph’s moderate breasts, held snugly in a white lace bra and her long, shapely legs encased in white fishnet stockings. Her stilettos were bright red and worked so well with the white stockings.

I was panting by the time I enlarged the picture to zoom in on where she had her hands. Her left hand was forcing down her white lace knickers, and the red nail polish on her fingers contrasted with the material. By the time I focused on her right hand, gripping her long, stiff cock, I had pulled my cock out of the knickers, and my right hand was pumping hard. I stared at the glistening, bulbous head of Steph’s cock, and was pleased that she was circumcised. Her clitty-cock looked amazing. 

 I leaned forward in my chair and dribbled saliva down onto the shining head of my cock. I often looked at that part of my dick and thought it looked perfect without a foreskin, and it was always eager to spurt love juice. I used a fingertip to spread the saliva over the pink head and slowly stroked my shaft again. It was no good trying to take my time. When I looked at the stunning crossdresser on my screen, I was too excited. My arm pumped up and down within a few minutes, and I cried out.

“Yes … yes … oh, yes … Steph … let me suck your cock … you gorgeous girl.” 

I was so engrossed in what I was doing that I was oblivious to any distractions. I pulled the knickers up as far as they’d go to wrap my cock, and shot my load into the lace. I heard footsteps, but my hips jerked as my body continued to do what I’d initiated. I looked down as cum oozed through the delicate material and over my hand.

When I heard Pamela’s voice, my blood ran cold. I was paralysed for a moment, thinking that there was no way anyone could have entered the house because I’d locked the front door and left my key in the lock. I closed the website, but I was trembling so much that I couldn’t settle the cursor to get rid of my screen full of thumbnail selfies. The footsteps were closer, and I panted as I turned from where I leant on my desk. I still had cum oozing through the knickers, and my steadily shrinking cock finally eased inside them. I was too late to do anything else and stood frozen to the spot, waiting for the inevitable.

Pamela had already walked along the landing. “He’ll probably be in his study, engrossed in a project.”

At first, it didn’t strike me that she was talking to someone else as she stepped into the room.

“Steven … I’d like to know why we had to go around to the back—” She paused at the open bedroom door and stared wide-eyed, her lips slightly parted. Her auburn, shoulder-length hair shimmered as she slowly shook her head from side to side.

My voice was barely audible. “Pamela, I—”

“Not again.” She glared at me, and her brow furrowed.

“I’m sorry, I—”

Nadia stepped out from behind Pamela, and after a brief wide-eyed stare, she smiled.

Pamela said, “I bloody trusted you, Steven. How long has it been this time?” She held up a hand. “No, don’t tell me. Just get downstairs, and we’ll talk there.” She was controlled, and didn’t sound shocked, and outraged, however, there was a tremor in her tone.

Nadia’s expression changed as she slowly looked me up and down. My sister-in-law had a curvaceous figure, making her look more imposing and, to me, attractive. Her lovely face and long brunette ringlets made her appear more like thirty-five than forty-five. It wasn’t her appearance but her silence and the faint smile that concerned me.

I looked at the floor and murmured, “I’ll quickly get changed and—”

Pamela said, “Don’t bother, Steven.”

“What?” I saw my wife holding her mobile phone up towards me. It clicked. “Now, you go downstairs. Go on, right now, as you are.” She stepped to one side and slowly shook her head as I stepped forward, carefully balancing on the heels and covering my damp knickers.

Nadia had moved back but stayed with my wife. She had her phone in her hand, but I was too nervous to know if she’d taken pictures of me.

My heart thudded in my chest, and my thoughts raced as I walked slowly along the landing. I hoped Nadia would console her sister, telling her everything would be all right. I concentrated as I’d done before when going down the stairs, holding the bannister. I’d reached the hallway before I realised that neither of the women was behind me.

I sat in an armchair with my knees together, and my hands clasped on top, continuing to cover my now tiny cock encased in the delicate underwear. For a moment, I considered trying to get the knickers off, but that would have left me naked except for the heels. My cock would be uncovered, the knickers would be damp, and I’d probably end up more embarrassed, if possible.

It was a few minutes before Pamela and Nadia came downstairs together. Nadia stood near the living room door, holding her phone, while Pamela crossed the room and sat in the other armchair.

“I’m so sorry,” I murmured, gazing at the coffee table.

“How long has it been going on this time?” Pamela still had a tremor in her voice.

I glanced at Nadia and turned to face Pamela’s impassive glare. I didn’t answer her.

Pamela said, “Nadia has seen your kinky games now, so there’s no point in pretending she hasn’t. We can’t just brush this under the carpet. How long have you been doing it this time?”

I looked at her with tears welling in my eyes. “A couple of months. I’ve only done it a few times … I’ve been so frustrated because we haven’t had sex, and—”

“Don’t go there, Steven. Don’t even think about turning this around.” Her expression showed she had moved on to anger, probably because I was trying to blame her, and her sister was witnessing the situation. “Please, don’t say that our infrequent sex life turned you into a pervert.”

Infrequent, I thought. We’d not had sex for months, but I wasn’t in a position to argue.

I glanced over at Nadia again; she was still holding her phone and looking at me strangely, not shocked or amused. It was as if she was recording or memorising every detail.

I met Pamela’s gaze. “May I go and dress, and we can talk about this when Nadia has gone?”

“You can get dressed after discussing your addictive kinky pastime.” She turned to her sister. “Would you mind staying for a few minutes longer, Nadia?”

“I don’t mind.” Nadia looked from Pamela to me and back again. “I’ll help however I can.”

Pamela looked me up and down again. “Are those high heels mine?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Is that a pair of my knickers you’ve ruined trying to get into them?”

I nodded. “Yes.”

“Oh, my god.” She turned to Nadia. “When I caught him the first time, he was wanking with his cock wrapped in my knickers while viewing a porn video.” She briefly turned to glare at me before addressing her sister again. “A few months ago, I found him at it again, but he was doing it while looking at a porn site full of perverts.”

Nadia said, “Some people … usually men, need to find excitement differently.”

“Perverts do,” Pamela said and smirked. “It wasn’t a regular porn site with actors either. It was real people. There were pictures of them doing what he was doing.” She turned from her sister to me. “What was the name of that disgusting website, Steven?”

“Kinks and Queens,” I murmured.

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