Tom’s knuckles were white on the steering wheel. Sally’s voice still echoed in his ears, “Now drive faster.” And he had. Not dangerously, but quickly, heart pounding, cock straining against his trousers, plug still waiting in the suitcase beside him like a loaded promise. She sat beside him, legs crossed, skirt hiked just enough to reveal the black garter strap kissing the bare skin above her stockings. One hand rested in...

Tom sat perfectly still in the chair by the foot of the bed, back straight, hands resting in his lap, thighs pressed together, the stretch of the plug constant and firm, his cock aching uselessly inside its cage. Sally stood by the window, bathed in the soft amber light from the bedside lamp. Her sheer blouse still clung to her chest, barely containing her lace bra. Her skirt was tight across her hips, and her stockings g...

Chapter 1: The Lingerie Ritual Tom wasn’t sure if the boutique was too warm, or if it was just Sally. Probably Sally. They stepped into Maison de Luxe, a high-end lingerie store tucked discreetly off a cobblestone lane. Satin, lace, and velvet adorned every surface. The lighting was soft, flattering. Everything whispered sex. And Sally was already in her element. Wearing a tight cream pencil skirt and a sheer black blouse...

The Wedding Dress The soft light of early evening bathed the bedroom in a quiet, golden warmth. Tammy sat in front of the vanity, legs crossed neatly at the knees, her reflection framed in the mirror. The stockings were perfectly aligned, held snug by her garter belt. She wore one of Sally’s older silk blouses, pale ivory, just slightly sheer, and the soft brush of her auburn wig against her cheek made her feel like someo...