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The doorbell rang at exactly 6:00 p.m. My wife and I looked at each other knowing it was him. I think both of our faces showed nervous excitement, as I’m sure mine did. I just hoped mine didn’t show the second thoughts.“How do I look?” she asked as she adjusted herself after standing up.“Beautiful,” I replied. “How do I look?”“Like a beautiful drag queen,” she joked.“Oh thanks,” I quipped.“Remember, you’re the one that likes to dress,” she said and then led the way to the front door.“Well, here goes,” she nervously stated and opened the door.There before us stood a well-groomed man of average build, who appeared to be a little younger than the two of us. I immediately noticed his blue eyes and straight blonde hair, which I envied as my blonde hair is curly. He wore a dark suit of high quality, and in his hands were two bouquets of flowers, and a bottle of wine. His blonde mustache was well trimmed and extended slightly beyond the corners of his mouth. On his lips was a nervous smile.“Good evening, Nancy.” he greeted her. His voice had a baritone firmness that mine lacked.“Good evening, Peter,” she replied.I couldn’t tell if she was aroused, but she was happy to see him. It was a slightly nervous happy.“You look beautiful,” he went on, standing in the doorway.“Thank you,” she replied, with a nervous nod. “Thank you, and you look nice, too.”There was an awkward moment as we all stood there at the door before she asked him to come in and she closed the door.“This is my husband, Harry,” she said as she introduced me after closing the door.“Good evening Peter,” I said, as I gave a slight bow.“Good evening,” he acknowledged with a nod. “Dressed so nice, shouldn’t Harry be Harriet tonight?” he asked my wife.She looked at me, and then at him.“Yes, yes, I supposed you’re right,” she said, a bit of nervousness in her words. “Yes, yes he should be Harriet.”“And shouldn’t she curtsy rather than a bow?” he went on.“I’m not sure about the ‘she’ part, but a curtsy would be better, yes,” she agreed.He hadn’t been through the door sixty seconds and he was already changing things.“Peter, Pendik Escort this is my husband, Harriet.”I did an awkward dip, holding the edges of my skirt, as I thought I had seen in movies, and he again greeted me, only this time as Harriet. He then gave Nancy the larger of the two bundles of flowers, and me the smaller. He handed her the bottle of wine, wish she then handed to me.“Put the flowers in water and the wine on the rack,” Nancy instructed me.I gave another awkward dip and left the room.“While Harry, er, I mean Harriet, gets things ready, let’s sit down and chat,” I heard Nancy say as I left the room.I wasn’t overly thrilled about the name change. Not that it was degrading, I mean I was already in a dress and all made up, but I wish he’d come up with a better name. It felt like I was being addressed as my grandma. But in either case, my wife wanted supper served at 6:15 and I had it ready.“What is it, Harriet?” she asked after I had come into the room and curtsied.“Dinner is ready, ma’am,” I answered.“Horny? Er-I mean hungry? Sorry,” Nancy stammered.I could tell by her red face that her words were an honest error.“Let’s start with the hungry,” Pete remarked. “Yes, I am.”I quickly returned to the dining room and stood behind the table to wait for them. They entered the room, my wife in the lead. He helped her with her chair and then took his. The table sat six, and they were at the opposite end. I sat where I always sat when the family got together, at the head. It dawned on me that that would be the only head I’d be getting tonight.Peter complimented the appearance of the settings as he sat down and placed his napkin over his lap. I served them their meals, my wife, first, and then went to pour their wine, Peter stopped me and said that he only drank water at meals. My wife elected to do the same, and I got iced water from the frig. Without being told, I also drank water.There was very little talk at the table, other than his complimenting my wife’s cooking. They both had seconds, and I noted that his table manners were Pendik Escort Bayan flawless. After I had taken away their dishes and brought dessert, Peter asked a question.“Harriet, what is it you want to see tonight, between your wife and me?”A bit nervous, I looked to Nancy.“Tell the man what’s on your mind,” she told me.“I want you to treat her with respect, be gentle, and attentive to her needs and satisfaction.”“That’s beautiful!” my wife exclaimed, as she got up from her chair and came to me.I got up as did Peter.“I love you, “ she said as she hugged me.“And I love you.”“Harriet, you have nothing to worry about,” Peter said as Nancy returned to her chair.“Thank you,” I replied.I poured coffee, and we all enjoyed our desserts.My wife is a fantastic cook and had put a lot of work into the meal, Peter was genuinely impressed with it and thoroughly enjoyed it. I, on the other hand, do not remember tasting any of it nor having much of an appetite.“Why don’t we go to the living room while Harry, I mean Harriet cleans up?” my wife asked Peter when they had finished their desserts.“Sounds like a wonderful idea,” he agreed.“Harriet, bring us the wine in the living room,” my wife instructed.“Yes ma’am,” I answered with a curtsy.As they were walking out of the room I heard Peter ask her, and saw his hand as his chest, “Are they real?”“No, fake,” she laughed.A minute or so later I entered the room with the bottle of wine and two glasses. They were sitting together on the love seat, and Nancy had turned the music on. I poured, handed them their wine, curtsied and left.“To a night of many orgasms,” I heard Peter say.My wife sort of purred, and then I heard the crystal click of the glasses. The tray and glasses were from the set our son and his wife had got us last year for our twenty-fifth wedding anniversary.Over the time that I busied myself with clearing away the dishes the two of them talked. From where I worked I could see and hear very little. Nancy had made it a point that she didn’t want me looking it as she took the time to get to Escort Pendik know him. The almost silliness of that pained me. Getting to know someone that you have already agreed to have sex with just struck me as weird, yet I agreed. A couple of times Nancy gave out a good laugh at something he’s said. I always loved her laugh, it was a solid laugh, full of energy and life, I was wondering if he felt the same about it sitting next to her.A couple of minutes later, as I was loading the dishwasher, I noted that it had gotten a bit quiet in the living room. I hurriedly finished loading, started the machine, wiped down the counter got me a glass and went to join them.“Starting?” I asked as I encountered them at the entrance to the living room, they were going down the hall.“No, just got something to take care of,” Peter answered.“Take, take care of?’ I asked, looking from Nancy to him and back to her.“It’s okay,” Nancy interjected. “He’s just going to shave me.”“Shave you?”“Come now Harriet,” Peter quipped. “You should never have spaghetti on a taco.”“Well then, let’s do it,” I said, my excitement growing.“Not necessary,” Peter replied.He brushed me aside as they proceeded toward the main bathroom, my wife gave me a worried look.I wanted to cry. I went and got the bottle of bourbon poured myself a shot and drank it, and then went back to their bottle of wine. It pained me. Twenty-six years of marriage and seldom could I ever get her to shave, even for our anniversary last year, she wouldn’t. This guy had been in our house barely an hour, and in that time had changed my name, had me curtsying, and was now shaving my wife’s pussy. Something told me that I’d made a mistake.From down the hall, and behind the closed bathroom door, came the sound of running water, and a muffled giggle. It hurt that they closed the door, and it hurt even more that I was being excluded. Yet, I sat there with an erection. I lifted my skirt and slip out of the way to see my thin panties being pushed out, the liner slick with precum. “I see no reason for you to get excited,” I told my throbbing member. I smooth my dress back out and took another drink of wine. From down the hall, I heard the muffled laughter of my wife. For a while, I sat there and tried to picture in my mind the shaving, though hurt. I did smile when I wondered what his reaction would be when he saw her huge clit.
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