Have & Hold

Chapter Three

Chapter Three

Discovery

Stress!

Stress at work, stress with her mother’s interfering ways. Now she would never hear the end of it. Edith poured herself another glass of wine and found that Simon was watching and raising an eyebrow at her finishing the bottle all on her own.

“Problems at work?” he asked.

“Endless,” she said as she pulled a face. “The new regulations, the results, the bottom line and then there’s the fact that it looks like we are about to be bought out…”

“Drinking all that wine will not help your temper…”

The lecturing tone rubbed Edith raw. All she wanted was to come home from work and relax, have a glass or three of wine and forget her cares and here he was, preaching at her like a priest.

Or a husband! Couldn’t he understand that she needed some space?

“Sorry,” he added quickly when he saw the irritated emotions play over her pretty face. “If you want a drink and don’t want to talk about it then perhaps, we should just watch a film instead?”

“Instead?” she added.

“It’s Friday night!”

“I don’t feel like it,” she said as she tried to avoid the Friday night bedroom visit. Her mother’s words echoed in her head as they had all week.

“Fine,” he answered, but there was a definite look of disappointment.

“It’s not fine,” said Edith as she lifted the glass high and drained it. “I’m stressed, that’s all. No reason not to have a little fun…”

Could she do it? It was now or never.

Simon did not know what to say, so he stood and started to clear the table.

“When you’re done, we’ll go upstairs…” she said. “f*****g is good for the soul!”

He blushed and Edith discovered a small secret pleasure in the argument that had come from nowhere.

“Clear it all up, darling and come upstairs…”

Simon nodded and patiently scraped the plates into the bin before opening the dishwasher as Edith stood and placed her glass on the table.

“Give me five,” she said and stalked from the room as if the bedroom was the last place that she wanted to be.

“Five or ten,” he mumbled to her back as the kitchen door slammed.

For the last month it had been like this! One argument after the other! A complete lack of s*x that would have left Simon high and dry if it had not been for his secret little moments alone. Now it looked as though the corner had been turned and he discovered himself hoping that the wait had been worth it. Time to get ready meant that she would dress for it and the thought was pure excitement. Wearing what he had worn, dressing for him and wearing those high heels. Demanding and impatient, just the way that he liked it!

Simon glanced at the clock and took his time filling the machine and tidying up. No point in going upstairs too early! It would spoil the effect, though of course he could not wait too long. Now, that would really piss her off!

He closed the dishwasher, ran a cloth over the surfaces and table and then gathered two fresh glasses and a chilled bottle from the fridge. Edith loved it when he thought of everything… Balancing a tray in his hands, he mounted the stairs, feeling an erection the like of which, he had not experienced for months. A need, a throbbing craving that could scarcely contain itself. The bedroom door opened and Edith stood there waiting at the top of the stairs. Stockings barely over her knees, the delicate panties stretched tight over her p***y, bare breasted and looking down with a look of impatience that almost caused him to stumble.

“You want me drunk?” she said looking at the glasses and bottle on the tray in his hands.

“I just thought,” he murmured…

“I’m waiting!”

Now he could see the shoes that she was wearing, and his c**k stiffened to the point of bursting. Not a pair that he had ever seen before! Criss cross lacing, pointed steel heels. Dare he mention them? The look on her face was so humourless that he choked back his comment of praise and she turned back to the bedroom.

He dared not!

When Simon entered the bedroom, his wife was sitting cross-legged on the edge of the bed, her hand resting on a pile of clothes by her side. His gaze caught the nylon and lace and he looked into her face questioningly.

“Like?” she asked with a small smile.

Simon nodded and made to place the tray on the bedside cabinet.

Edith wagged a finger at him and chuckled.

“First a little heart-to-heart,” she said as she forced a smile. The moment had arrived.

His erection faltered.

“About?”

“s*x!”

“Oh! What about it?”

“First, get undressed…”

He looked at the tray and then enquiringly at her.

“Balance it on one hand,” she laughed. “Then I’ll have another glass!”

Simon balance the tray on outstretched fingers and used the other hand to unbutton his shirt. It seemed to him that Edith was enjoying the little show and he did his best to manage. Slipping the shirt from one shoulder and then swapping hands and off the other. Somehow the whole scene was becoming exhilarating and Simon slipped his belt before allowing his pants to drop to the floor. The most difficult were the boxers that resisted his efforts and he almost dropped the tray. During the little show that his wife was enforcing, she watched with a small smile before extending her hand to take the full glass that he managed to pour.

“Well done,” she smiled. “You can have yours when I have said my piece!”

Naked and with his c**k standing pointing hard, he stood patiently while she sipped her wine and savoured the moment.

“We need to get things straight,” she said. “Something that I need to know.”

“Sorry?”

Her free hand fluttered down to the small pile of dessous by her side and then she looked up at his blushing face.

“This,” she replied. “I want to know what the meaning of this is!”

“I don’t understand,” he replied in confusion, but his face was blushing and his erection fading as she smiled up at him.

“Oh dear, do you really want me to explain?”

“If you mean…”

“All I want is an explanation, Simon. That’s all, and I think that I deserve one, don’t you?”

“It’s nothing!”

“Oh, but it is something, Simon! We really should not have any secrets between us. That would be so wrong.”

“I won’t do it again,” he mumbled and started to place the tray down.

“No, you don’t! Stand up straight and tell me all about what happens when I am away…”

“Please!”

“I’ll decide,” she said.

“Please don’t do this!”

“Do what?”

“Make me! You know… confess!” he stuttered. “I’m not a child.”

“Darling, while I am paying all the bills, I have the right to be awkward!”

There it was again, even though it was true. Edith called the shots, she always did…

Edith stood up and took the tray from his shaking hands. The flush of pink was almost to his chest, embarrassment, humiliation and shame in a single pink blush as Simon’s mouth moved silently, mouthing words that he could not say.

“Well, if you won’t tell me, then you’ll show me!”

His mouth opened, but it was dry and no words came.

“I’ll give you five,” she smirked. “Or perhaps ten!”

Edith left him standing and he heard her going down the stairs. Each step the click of a heel on the hard wood of each stair. He dared to turn to watch, but the door was half closed.

What to do?

His eyes turned back to the small pile of clothes on the coverlet. The stockings, the knickers and the half-hidden shoes parked under the bed. The moment that he had dreaded, the moment that he had worked so hard to avoid.

How had she known?

What was she going to do?

Laugh aloud at him, humiliate him?

Now he could hear her move into the kitchen and knew that he had to face up to the reality of the situation. He stooped and picked up the knickers. Smooth satin, rough lace in red and gold. The stockings, no longer hidden in the drawer. White and patterned, the black shoes that he had bought for her… And him!

Dare he?

And if he didn’t?

A tear was caught in the corner of his eye and he wiped it away with the back of his hand. How had she known? How long had she known? Just the last month? Since the first day? Humiliation and self-pity…

He dressed. There seemed no escape.

What else could he do but face up to his demons and pray that she would not laugh. Pray that she would not make a fool of him and the inner compulsion that drove him. He stood, facing the mirror and a realisation swept his mind as it had never done before. The hair on his legs, dark scratches under the white of the perfect stockings. The red knickers, clashing with the white of the lacy stockings looking appalling with his flaccid c**k and balls pulling the satin. The black shoes, ill-fitting and awkward next to the white of the lace.

No allure, the dream was gone, and he simply looked foolish!

Now he could see it, now that there was no pulse pushing his c**k between the waistband and his belly. A transvestite that could never pass as female, a poor fool consumed by the impossible, a man in a woman’s clothes looking for all the world like a badly-dressed hooker! A travesty.

The fantasy was revealed as just that: a fantasy!

In the kitchen, Edith stood leaning on the table. Almost breathless with the effort of confronting her husband. But, there was a thrill as well, the thrill of seeing him almost beg her, the thrill of the domination as he was shamed and humiliated. She moved her feet in her new shoes and felt in command.

Five minutes was all she would give him, she decided. Then she wondered what would happen if he refused to play the game? Was she strong enough to force him? Edith put the worry to one side. If he did not, then she would simply ban him from his games, if he did, then she would see how far it would all go.

The five minutes was up and she headed for the bedroom with her heart in her mouth. It was important that she did not laugh at Simon, she had to take it seriously…

Simon pushed his thumbs into the waistband of the knickers and started to push, just as Edith walked into the bedroom.

“Nice,” she said as she took in the husband revealed in all his glory.

“I can’t do this,” he mumbled and started to slip the knickers to his thighs.

“Why not?”

Simon stopped, frozen and Edith strolled around him. After a single lap her hand came out and pressed a finger under his chin.

“I like it,” she said. “It makes you so delicious!”

“You mean that?”

“I said it, didn’t I,’ said Edith, “Do you think that I would say that I liked it if I didn’t?”

“I thought…”

“Don’t think, Simon. “Just get on the bed and lie face up!”

Awkwardly, he pulled the knickers up again and crawled onto the bed. There he lay, blushing furiously and cupping his hands over his erection. Edith had a humourless look on her face and her tone was hard.

“Since you are trying to be a woman, then I will have to take that into account…”

She mounted the bed and moved to kneel over her husband, forcing him to look up at her as she frowned down at him.

“We can start with a little teasing first,” she said and then let’s see what my cross-dressing hubby can do for me.”

She brushed away his hands and parted the lips of her p***y. A small touch and Edith realised that she was wet like never before. She would drown him, even though he hated it, make him hers…”

He looked up at her and recognised what was about to happen. There was nothing that he could do to prevent her as she shuffled forward. If he gave just a hint of unwillingness, they could never do this again.

He knew that instinctively.

Now or never.