25-12-2018, 05:02 PM
"But if you can't you'll have to cut and dye your hair," Mike said. "The way Frank likes."
"If I can't wear a wig I won't do it," she promised him.
Mike looked at his wife. This was her childhood dream. Actresses changed their appearance all the time for parts. Was he really going to deny her dream over his fetish for long blonde hair?
Forcing an encouraging smile, he touched her blonde locks and said "Your hair will grow back. And it's easy to wash out dye. I want you to follow your dream honey. It's my dream now too. I want you to get that part. I'm so proud of you."
Jen smiled and beamed into his eyes. She noticed his erection didn't go down. She reached under the sheets and wrapped her hand around his hard shaft. She began slowly stroking him.
"We'll see," Jen said. "The other thing, remember the scene where Melchior bangs Wendla?"
Mike slowly nodded. They saw the musical years ago, but now that she mentioned it he remembered the controversial scene. In the original book and the initial off-Broadway production, Melchior bangd Wendla. They softened the scene when the musical moved to Broadway. But even there the scene had the feel of forced sex, where the more worldly teenager Melchior took the virginity of the naïve 14 year old Wendla.
"Are you going to be able to handle that?" Mike asked.
"You think it'll turn me on?" Jen asked with an uncertain laugh.
"Of course not," Mike hurriedly said. This wasn't Jen's fantasy of pretend bang. This was real bang (albeit in a fictional play). Real bang would never turn Jen on.
"Honestly I don't know how I'll feel," Jen admitted. "Getting bangd every night." She paused and shuddered. "It's the scene I'm most worried about."
"So, that's the thing?" Mike asked.
"No. I mean yes, that's something I'll have to deal with," Jen said. "But that's not why I brought it up. You remember, Melchior takes off her clothes? She's topless."
Jen was still stroking Mike. She felt his cock jump when she said "topless." She giggled. "It's your wet dream baby," she joked. "Your wife showing her tits to a roomful of men every night."
Mike grinned back at her. He couldn't deny it. It WAS a voyeur's wet dream.
"If I'm topless people'll see my tattoo," Jen said.
"Oh," Mike said. He got it. No way the virginal Wendla would have a tattoo on her back (or anywhere). He asked "Don't they have patches or something?" How does Angelina Jolie do it?
"I guess but ..." Jen sputtered.
"What?"
"Frank thinks I should remove my tat," Jen said. "He knows a really good doctor."
Mike opened his mouth in surprise. Remove her tattoo? In his ideal world, that's exactly what he wanted. His wife's perfect body to be unblemished by tats or piercings. But for the idea to come from Frank? And for Jen to do it for Frank?
Voicing his thoughts, he said "You're doing it for Frank?" He grinned to make it sound like a light comment but Jen heard the anxiety in his voice.
"Not for Frank," Jen assured him. "I've thought about it before. Because you don't like tattoos." Seeing Mike's skeptical look, she added "You know I got it when we were apart. But now we're back together and I know you don't like tattoos. I HAVE thought about it before honey. This isn't about Frank."
"This is the first time you've mentioned it," Mike said still looking skeptically at his wife.
"I read things on the internet," Jen explained. "I didn't think it was possible. It wouldn't all be gone, it'd look like a shadow. But Frank says he knows a really good doctor. He'll remove it completely."
Mike nodded slowly. If Frank said the doctor was good, then it would be like she never got inked. This was what he wanted. But did he want it from Frank Tower?
Then he had a thought. "You'll have to take out your piercings too," he said. How about that? Frank may have maneuvered Jen to cut her hair but he loses the piercings. Shows Frank doesn't think of everything. He felt triumphant inside.
But his victory was short-lived when Jen nonchalantly said "Yeah, for the performances."
"You won't have to leave them out, so they'll close up?" he asked.
"No," Jen said. "With a little makeup you won't see the piercings. Especially with the audience so far away."
"Oh," Mike said disappointed.
Jen saw his disappointment. "I'll leave them out if you want Mike," She assured him. "It's up to you. But it was kind of fun tonight, right?"
Mike nodded slowly feeling gloomy. It would be a hollow victory if he forced her to leave them out when it was clear she still wanted them. Also, he had to admit, the nipple rings added more excitement to tonight at Doc's.
Jen knew Mike was disappointed. But the fact was, she still wanted the piercings. The belly ring made her feel sexy. The nipple rings did too, and they felt SOOO good when Frank played with them. And, well ... the diamonds were beautiful.
Despite his disappointment, Mike remained hard. Jen knew because she was still slowly stroking him. "I have something for you honey," she told him with a mischievous sparkle in her eyes. She reached over and got a plastic bag. It was the bag with the soiled garter belt and stockings from the other night.
"I wore this the other night," Jen said taking out the lingerie. The air immediately smelled like dried cum. Jen wrapped her hand around Mike's cock again. He felt even harder.
"You wore stockings for Frank?" Mike asked.
Mike knew the answer and Jen knew he knew. But Jen also knew Mike liked to hear her say it. So she said "Yeah, I wore stockings for Frank. How did I look?"
"Incredible," Mike said, remembering the picture. When would Jen wear stockings for him again? Ever? Mike let the delicious cuckold angst wash over him. Jen could tell as his cock seemed to throb in her hand.
Jen reached for another Durex condom and rolled it on him. "You don't have to," Mike said knowing she was still sore.
"I want to," Jen said getting on top of him. She straddled his hips and guided his cock into her. She grimaced at the pain but didn't stop until he was balls deep. It hurt but she had a feeling Mike wouldn't take long to cum even with the extra thick condom dulling his sensitivity.
"Those men came on my stockings," Jen said. As she moved up and down on Mike's shaft, she pressed her soiled stockings in Mike's face.
"How were they?" Mike asked, feeling lightheaded as he inhaled deeply with Jen's soiled stockings pressed against his nose.
"Horrible," Jen said. "Ugly and fat. Mean." She shuddered at the memory.
"But they made you cum?"
"Yeah," Jen admitted, her cheeks going red.
"How many times?"
"I don't know," Jen said, her face getting even redder. So many times she lost count. "They fucked me everywhere. Sometimes all at once. In my pussy, my ass, my mouth. I had the last one in my hand but it was hard to concentrate."
"If I can't wear a wig I won't do it," she promised him.
Mike looked at his wife. This was her childhood dream. Actresses changed their appearance all the time for parts. Was he really going to deny her dream over his fetish for long blonde hair?
Forcing an encouraging smile, he touched her blonde locks and said "Your hair will grow back. And it's easy to wash out dye. I want you to follow your dream honey. It's my dream now too. I want you to get that part. I'm so proud of you."
Jen smiled and beamed into his eyes. She noticed his erection didn't go down. She reached under the sheets and wrapped her hand around his hard shaft. She began slowly stroking him.
"We'll see," Jen said. "The other thing, remember the scene where Melchior bangs Wendla?"
Mike slowly nodded. They saw the musical years ago, but now that she mentioned it he remembered the controversial scene. In the original book and the initial off-Broadway production, Melchior bangd Wendla. They softened the scene when the musical moved to Broadway. But even there the scene had the feel of forced sex, where the more worldly teenager Melchior took the virginity of the naïve 14 year old Wendla.
"Are you going to be able to handle that?" Mike asked.
"You think it'll turn me on?" Jen asked with an uncertain laugh.
"Of course not," Mike hurriedly said. This wasn't Jen's fantasy of pretend bang. This was real bang (albeit in a fictional play). Real bang would never turn Jen on.
"Honestly I don't know how I'll feel," Jen admitted. "Getting bangd every night." She paused and shuddered. "It's the scene I'm most worried about."
"So, that's the thing?" Mike asked.
"No. I mean yes, that's something I'll have to deal with," Jen said. "But that's not why I brought it up. You remember, Melchior takes off her clothes? She's topless."
Jen was still stroking Mike. She felt his cock jump when she said "topless." She giggled. "It's your wet dream baby," she joked. "Your wife showing her tits to a roomful of men every night."
Mike grinned back at her. He couldn't deny it. It WAS a voyeur's wet dream.
"If I'm topless people'll see my tattoo," Jen said.
"Oh," Mike said. He got it. No way the virginal Wendla would have a tattoo on her back (or anywhere). He asked "Don't they have patches or something?" How does Angelina Jolie do it?
"I guess but ..." Jen sputtered.
"What?"
"Frank thinks I should remove my tat," Jen said. "He knows a really good doctor."
Mike opened his mouth in surprise. Remove her tattoo? In his ideal world, that's exactly what he wanted. His wife's perfect body to be unblemished by tats or piercings. But for the idea to come from Frank? And for Jen to do it for Frank?
Voicing his thoughts, he said "You're doing it for Frank?" He grinned to make it sound like a light comment but Jen heard the anxiety in his voice.
"Not for Frank," Jen assured him. "I've thought about it before. Because you don't like tattoos." Seeing Mike's skeptical look, she added "You know I got it when we were apart. But now we're back together and I know you don't like tattoos. I HAVE thought about it before honey. This isn't about Frank."
"This is the first time you've mentioned it," Mike said still looking skeptically at his wife.
"I read things on the internet," Jen explained. "I didn't think it was possible. It wouldn't all be gone, it'd look like a shadow. But Frank says he knows a really good doctor. He'll remove it completely."
Mike nodded slowly. If Frank said the doctor was good, then it would be like she never got inked. This was what he wanted. But did he want it from Frank Tower?
Then he had a thought. "You'll have to take out your piercings too," he said. How about that? Frank may have maneuvered Jen to cut her hair but he loses the piercings. Shows Frank doesn't think of everything. He felt triumphant inside.
But his victory was short-lived when Jen nonchalantly said "Yeah, for the performances."
"You won't have to leave them out, so they'll close up?" he asked.
"No," Jen said. "With a little makeup you won't see the piercings. Especially with the audience so far away."
"Oh," Mike said disappointed.
Jen saw his disappointment. "I'll leave them out if you want Mike," She assured him. "It's up to you. But it was kind of fun tonight, right?"
Mike nodded slowly feeling gloomy. It would be a hollow victory if he forced her to leave them out when it was clear she still wanted them. Also, he had to admit, the nipple rings added more excitement to tonight at Doc's.
Jen knew Mike was disappointed. But the fact was, she still wanted the piercings. The belly ring made her feel sexy. The nipple rings did too, and they felt SOOO good when Frank played with them. And, well ... the diamonds were beautiful.
Despite his disappointment, Mike remained hard. Jen knew because she was still slowly stroking him. "I have something for you honey," she told him with a mischievous sparkle in her eyes. She reached over and got a plastic bag. It was the bag with the soiled garter belt and stockings from the other night.
"I wore this the other night," Jen said taking out the lingerie. The air immediately smelled like dried cum. Jen wrapped her hand around Mike's cock again. He felt even harder.
"You wore stockings for Frank?" Mike asked.
Mike knew the answer and Jen knew he knew. But Jen also knew Mike liked to hear her say it. So she said "Yeah, I wore stockings for Frank. How did I look?"
"Incredible," Mike said, remembering the picture. When would Jen wear stockings for him again? Ever? Mike let the delicious cuckold angst wash over him. Jen could tell as his cock seemed to throb in her hand.
Jen reached for another Durex condom and rolled it on him. "You don't have to," Mike said knowing she was still sore.
"I want to," Jen said getting on top of him. She straddled his hips and guided his cock into her. She grimaced at the pain but didn't stop until he was balls deep. It hurt but she had a feeling Mike wouldn't take long to cum even with the extra thick condom dulling his sensitivity.
"Those men came on my stockings," Jen said. As she moved up and down on Mike's shaft, she pressed her soiled stockings in Mike's face.
"How were they?" Mike asked, feeling lightheaded as he inhaled deeply with Jen's soiled stockings pressed against his nose.
"Horrible," Jen said. "Ugly and fat. Mean." She shuddered at the memory.
"But they made you cum?"
"Yeah," Jen admitted, her cheeks going red.
"How many times?"
"I don't know," Jen said, her face getting even redder. So many times she lost count. "They fucked me everywhere. Sometimes all at once. In my pussy, my ass, my mouth. I had the last one in my hand but it was hard to concentrate."
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