Then I asked my spouse, “Smita, would you please zip up my dress?”. “Yes, honey,” she answered. She stopped combing her hair to assist with my zipper. “There you go,” she said when she finished zipping me up and closing the clasp just above the zipper. “Thank-you, sweetheart.” realising that Smita’s morning anger had made her horny too.
I then added the dark brown wig, with curly hair which falls up to the middle of the back. I used a banana clip to pull my hair into a bunch. I completed my look with some tasteful jewellery: a silver watch on my slender wrist, a hanging silver heart clip-on earring and my wedding band and a thin silver anklet on my right ankle. Finally, I added a set of stick-on nails to my fingers which had a dark red nail varnish matching my lingerie and toenails.
I straightened out my dress and smoothed the hem, which fell about three inches above my knees and adjusted the neckline to accentuate the deep cleavage created by the Bra and silicone breasts, then slipped on a pair of 4-inch black patent pumps. A spritz of perfume on my wrists and on the nape of my neck and I stand back to admire the finished product in our full-length mirror. Nagesh has left the building and Nagaveena had taken in his place! I announced, “I’m ready,” using a feminized version of my voice. Nagaveena wanted action tonight, and she was going to get lots of it tonight.
“You certainly are, Miss Nagaveena! I’m almost ready, too. Can you return the favour?” Smita had just slipped on her green belted sweater dress which was mid-thigh and was waiting for me to zip her up. “Sure thing,” I said and I zipped up her dress. “Check me out, honey, to make sure I look okay,” she asked. She spun around with her arms posed akimbo so that I could see any flaws in her ensemble. She had worn her large 6-inch golden hoops in her ears, a pretty pearl necklace. “You look perfect, the right slutty dress to make anyone horny” I said, “I am so lucky to be married to a drop-dead gorgeous woman.” Then I spun around with my arms posed akimbo so that she could see any flaws in my ensemble.
“Perfect… I am lucky to be married to a drop-dead gorgeous woman, too,” she replied. We air-kissed each other so as not to smudge our makeup, grabbed our purses and walked to the garage.
Smita wore her open toe sandals, which matched her dress. Her Nails were tastefully done with a shade of green. We locked the door and stepped into the car, adjusting our dresses very carefully. It was only a 12-minute ride to the Sharma home and we parked the car on the street and walked hand-in-hand to the Sharma’s front door on the 16th Floor of the apartment complex. It was almost 8 pm when Smita rang the bell and we soon heard the clicking of high heels approach the door from the inside. The door was opened by a beautiful woman, who I didn’t recognize.
Smita said, “Hi, Ajay. You look lovely.” “Thank-you, but Ajay’s not here. Please call me ‘Jaya.’ May I assume your beautiful girlfriend is Nagaveena?”. Smita gave Ajay a very ladylike peck on cheeks saying “You assumed correctly, Jaya.”
I was speechless. Jaya nee Ajay looked fantastic. She was wearing a white jacquard mini-dress, with legs that anyone would drool over, and silver strappy 4-inch sandals. Her Nails were painted white to match his dress. His shoulder-length hair was made-up in a beautiful cut and her makeup was perfect. “Jaya you look fabulous,” I gushed while giving Jaya a warm ladylike hug and a light kiss on the dark maroon lips. Did I see a stirring in Jaya’s tucking?
Anjana joined in from the kitchen where she was finishing preparing the wine glasses and she looked stunning in a red ensemble with a diving neckline which ended thigh length. her short, plump frame with the red ensemble was a striking contrast with her fair skin. Her red pumps, her red ear hoops and the contrasting black leather belt, made it clear, what her intentions were. Smita and Anjana hugged and kissed. “Damn you Anjana, you are usually pretty, but today…. I left the sentence hanging while giving her a warm kiss on the lips. As I bent down to kiss her, I felt Anjana’s left had on my waist, pushing me closer to her. Our breasts touched, and She replied “You, too, girlfriend. Let’s have a drink and then take some photos to start the evening!” So Smita and Nagaveena weren’t the only sluts in the room.