The Emasculation Of Al Ch. 1
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It was one of those rare Friday evenings for Al. His wife, Cindy, had gone out with friends shopping and to see a movie. Abandoning his normally cautious manner, he grabbed a pair of her silk panties from the clothes hamper and made his way to the bedroom. She wouldn't be home for a couple more hours and he knew he'd have plenty of time to indulge himself in his favorite fantasy.
Al loved the feel of silk, and especially loved rubbing his wife's used panties up and down his cock. Just the touch of the panties in his hand or their touch against his body sent shivers up and down his spine and wild, wanton thoughts racing through his mind making his cock hard.
Sometimes, if he let his mind go there, the only thoughts overriding the thrill was the fear of getting caught. Unfastening his pants and pulling them to his knees, he started to stretch himself out on the bed. No, he thought to himself, she won't be home for awhile as he took off all of his clothes.
His cock had already started to expand, engorged with blood, as he plopped himself out on the bed. Reaching down with the panties in his right hand, he circled the hardness of his cock sliding his hand up and down the length of his shaft.
A feeling of warmth and exhilaration fired through his body and mind. He moved his hand in slow, deliberate strokes wishing he could share this consuming fetish with his wife. He knew she would never understand the need he felt or just how good the silken material felt rubbing smoothly against his swollen dick. The trickle of precum as he slowly moved his hand was all the evidence she would ever need to know the feelings he experienced.
Increasing the speed of the rhythmic strokes, lost in his world of ecstasy, Al didn't hear the front door downstairs open. Moving his hand up and down in a feverish pace, eyes now closed, his throbbing cock felt white-hot through the material as he exploded in orgasm, the creamy white cum shooting up his belly and chest. As the eruption from his balls subsided, he opened his eyes to see Cindy standing in front of the bed.
A look of horror flashed through his eyes as her icy stare burned through them.
"What the fuck are you doing!" she screamed at him.
"I don't, I don't know, I never, I...it just feels good, that's all."
Al wanted to explain it further, but Cindy turned and left the room, the door slamming shut behind her. Cleaning himself up, Al waited in the bedroom for another 20-25 minutes trying to think of not only what to tell her, but hopefully give her time to cool down. What the hell was he was going to tell her? That the feel of silk panties was something that turned him on since he was a kid? That sometimes he wore them to work under his pants?
No, these didn't seem like options. She wouldn't understand. She would think he was some kind of sick pervert. They had been married for four years and this was the only secret he'd kept from her during that time. He knew he had to talk to her, but what could he tell her? She could have a nasty temper and life could make life a living hell for him. On the other hand, maybe she would understand.
Getting dressed, he wadded up the panties and put them in his pocket. Somehow he could explain this to her, make it alright with her. Maybe he'd have to promise to never do it again, but if it meant saving his marriage, somehow he would try.
Walking meekly down the stairs, what he expected to be bad couldn't have been worse. Jennifer and Annie, two of Cindy's friends she had gone out with that evening were sitting with her on the sofa talking.
"Cindy, we need to talk," he said.
"I'm not sure what there is to talk about, but go ahead, talk."
"I think we need to talk alone about this."
"Why, are you afraid to talk in front of Jennifer and Annie about using my panties to jack-off?"
Al's face turned crimson. Cindy and Jennifer stared at him. Annie, not looking right at him, just giggled, kind of a nervous chuckle. Except for that giggle, the room was silent, until Cindy broke it. "Listen, Al, we're talking about this, it's kind of shocking to me-so why don't you go back upstairs?"
"We can talk later?" Al asked, stunned by the brazen comments made by her in front of her friends.
"Maybe, just go, just get out of my sight right now."
More than an hour passed. Al became more anxious with each passing minute. He tried hard to hear the women talking downstairs but couldn't. He finally heard the front door close and footsteps making their way up the steps.
Cindy entered the bedroom and rummaged through a dresser drawer grabbing some clothing, then moving to the closet she grabbed something before heading to the bathroom. Re-entering the bedroom, she had on a red mini-skirt, white frilly top and a pair of pumps. For some reason, she had chosen a black bra so plainly visible through the filmy material of her blouse. She sat on the chair next to the bed.
His eyes looked at her face searching for anything that would let him know how she felt, but she sat expressionless. He lowered his eyes catching a glimpse of the blue silk panties covering the triangle between her thighs. He couldn't get a read on her, but somebody had to speak.
"Listen, Honey," he said. "I'm really sorry, but, you know..."
She cut him off in mid-sentence. "Jennifer told me she knew a guy like you in college. He enjoyed the feel of a woman's clothing, getting all dressed up and sometimes acting like a woman."
"Well, they do feel good," Al started to explain.
"Maybe, but what do want, are you some kind of panty-boy?"
Al was shocked by her demeanor. She seemed cold and aloof. "Panty-boy!" he exclaimed. "No, I just like the feel, that's all."
"You know Al, I would have walked out of the house if Jennifer and Annie hadn't been here. We talked quite awhile. I think I understand, maybe a little."
"You're not angry?"
"I'm plenty damn angry you never told me about this. How long has this been going on? Everytime I leave the house-what, tell me, Al, how long?"
It was an uneasy conversation, but Al explained his desires to his wife. She listened intently. Finally, standing up, she slowly undressed handing him the mini-skirt and panties she wore. "Here, take off your clothes and put these on," she told him.
Slowly standing up, Al looked sheepishly at his wife. The panties would fit, he already knew that. He wasn't a big man, only 5-9, 145 pounds, but fitting into the skirt, he wasn't so sure. "Listen, Honey," he said, "this is silly. Tonight is the last night I'll ever do this, I promise."
"No, tonight is the beginning. Tonight you start a new life. Put them on, now." she said with a harshness in her voice.
Al took off his clothes again. Stepping into the silky panties one leg at a time, he pulled them up. To his embarrassment, his erection started to grow once again. He tried desperately to wiggle his small frame into the mini-skirt quickly to conceal the precum already dribbling from the tip of his cock darkening the light blue panties.
The skirt finally pulled up, a noticeable bulge tented from the front of the skirt. His wife told him to get a white shirt out of his closet, "But first put this on," she said handing him her bra.
There was something frightening in her voice, but he did as he was told. Looking at himself in the full length mirror hanging on the back of the bedroom door, except for his short hair, with a little make-up he couldn't help notice he could pass for a woman. "Now let's go downstairs and watch some television, Alexis," she said. You don't mind if I call you Alexis, do you?"
Al wondered to himself what it was she was up to. A feeling of fear mixed with excitement welled up inside of him. He didn't want to do this, but still afraid of the effects the discovery earlier had on her, he held his head down saying quietly, "No."
Marching downstairs, the room was dark except for a small light next to the sofa. "Sit down, I'll turn on the TV-get it," she joked. He got it, but wasn't sure what to say, do or if he should laugh at her attempt at humor as he sat sit down while she turned on the television.
Turning back toward him, she said, "Look at you. If you're going to dress like a woman, then you need to learn how sit properly in a short skirt, Alexis." Moving back over to her husband, she took her hands and pushed his legs together. "Your panties were showing," she said. "Not very lady-like, Alexis!"
He was starting to hate the name. He wanted to protest to her, but held back. Okay, he thought, she can have her fun tonight, I deserve it. Cindy sat next to him in stone silence watching television. All of a sudden her hands clapped together. Grinning at him, she said, "Alexis, you're legs are spreading apart again. People are going to think you're a slut if you're not careful."
Now what did she mean Al wondered? What people?
"Listen, I'm going to bed early tonight," she said. "That's why we didn't go to the movie tonight. I'm getting up early, got some shopping to do; be a dear Alexis, run out to the mailbox and check it okay, then you can sleep down here tonight."
"I can't go out like this," he told her, for the first time raising his voice.
"Listen, you can go out and check the mail, or I can leave. If anybody asks why, I'll just tell them I'm married to a panty slut."
A silent alarm of of apprehension resounded through his head. Could she be really be that cold and heartless. She was angry no doubt, but this would be taking it too far. Would she really do it? What would the guys at the shop say? "Fine," he whimpered, "I'll check."
Getting up together, Cindy headed to the steps to go upstairs. Al started to the door. It was dark enough, maybe nobody would notice. Opening the door, he stepped into the cool night air and looked around before heading down the driveway.
Al wondered about the neighbors. A barefoot man, mini-skirt, white shirt and obviously wearing a bra walking around outside. Still, he could feel the panties moisten a little more as his hard cock oozed more precum.
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