Your wife loves black cock, mine is white, hubby loves young chavs, my wife is late 40's, hubby is bi curious, I'm not in any way bi and you have absolutely no content. So no to the friend request.
"I've made arrangements for you to go around to the Grangers on Wednesday evening darling." Bryan's wife tells him one morning over breakfast. "You're not doing anything that night are you dear?" "No, I don't think so. Why? What do they want to see me for?" Bryan said. He'd noticed that Eileen was wearing quite a smart outfit for work today. The skirt was a bit on the short side. She always wore short skirts when she wanted to impose her will over him. To emphasize things she also just parts her knees enough to show a little underwear to control him. She doesn't have to raise her voice but just speaks softly and persuasively. "Don't worry dear they'll explain everything when you get there. But make sure you take your sports bag with you won't you?" Eileen smiles, making eye contact with Bryan in the way she does when she wants to get her own way. "What sports bag do you mean?" Bryan has an idea which one and is feeling alarmed. "You know, the one with all your women's clothes in. It'll be okay, they know you like to dress up. You'll enjoy it; Margaret and Madge were fascinated when I told them all about your interest. They've always wanted to meet someone like you." "Eileen, how could you? I know they're your friends but why did you have to tell them? If it gets round the village they'll all be talking and laughing about me. If you think I'm going round their house to see them and take those clothes with me, you must be mad." "Calm down Bryan, you've got to go. I'm really sorry I blurted it out after I'd had a few too many drinks round at their house the other day. But the point is they've told me they'll tell the rest of the village if you don't go. Now do as you're told like a good boy, don't forget what happened the last time you crossed me." Bryan blushes a little. He doesn't want another bare bottom spanking from Eileen again. She plays tennis every week throughout the year and is the taller and stronger of the two of them. Sometimes it is even worse when his wife's younger sister Maureen spanks him. At least when he is punished by his wife it is for some misdemeanour. Bryan is in his late fifties and yet Maureen would order him to pull his trousers down and then drop his underpants and smack his bum in front of her friends. He couldn't seem to stop her himself. When he plucked up enough courage and quietly complained to his wife, she would just laugh at him and tell him not to be such a silly little boy. The trouble is that is exactly how Bryan feels. He feels like a little boy or on occasions a little girl. Eileen is determined. She knows she's won. She stands in front of him looking stern. "Well darling, it's for your own good. Are you going or not?" "Okay dear, I'll go." Bryan says quietly, feeling defeated. Something has been puzzling him. "Eileen, don't you usually wear tights f
"You're not doing anything that night are you dear?"
"No, I don't think so. Why? What do they want to see me for?" Bryan said. He'd noticed that Eileen was wearing quite a smart outfit for work today. The skirt was a bit on the short side. She always wore short skirts when she wanted to impose her will over him. To emphasize things she also just parts her knees enough to show a little underwear to control him.
She doesn't have to raise her voice but just speaks softly and persuasively.
"Don't worry dear they'll explain everything when you get there. But make sure you take your sports bag with you won't you?" Eileen smiles, making eye contact with Bryan in the way she does when she wants to get her own way.
"What sports bag do you mean?" Bryan has an idea which one and is feeling alarmed.
"You know, the one with all your women's clothes in. It'll be okay, they know you like to dress up. You'll enjoy it; Margaret and Madge were fascinated when I told them all about your interest. They've always wanted to meet someone like you."
"Eileen, how could you? I know they're your friends but why did you have to tell them? If it gets round the village they'll all be talking and laughing about me. If you think I'm going round their house to see them and take those clothes with me, you must be mad."
"Calm down Bryan, you've got to go. I'm really sorry I blurted it out after I'd had a few too many drinks round at their house the other day. But the point is they've told me they'll tell the rest of the village if you don't go. Now do as you're told like a good boy, don't forget what happened the last time you crossed me."
Bryan blushes a little. He doesn't want another bare bottom spanking from Eileen again. She plays tennis every week throughout the year and is the taller and stronger of the two of them. Sometimes it is even worse when his wife's younger sister Maureen spanks him. At least when he is punished by his wife it is for some misdemeanour.
Bryan is in his late fifties and yet Maureen would order him to pull his trousers down and then drop his underpants and smack his bum in front of her friends. He couldn't seem to stop her himself. When he plucked up enough courage and quietly complained to his wife, she would just laugh at him and tell him not to be such a silly little boy. The trouble is that is exactly how Bryan feels. He feels like a little boy or on occasions a little girl.
Eileen is determined. She knows she's won. She stands in front of him looking stern.
"Well darling, it's for your own good. Are you going or not?"
"Okay dear, I'll go." Bryan says quietly, feeling defeated. Something has been puzzling him.
"Eileen, don't you usually wear tights f