Chapter 2

1 - Learning

Chris loved the picture of me with the cigarette a bit too much. He even bought a packet of fags and left them in our bedroom in case I wanted to try one. I was pissed with him as this seemed stupid and I didn’t want our daughter to ever see them. However I was aware that I didn’t throw them out but instead did look at them from time to time.

Cindy’s ‘You’re changing’ comment has been rattling around in my head. I’d spent a lot of time worrying about it. In my mind I projected it out, if it continued but I didn’t accept or like what it looked like. Part of me was worried that Cindy’s friendship was going to cause me a significant problem. Chris though was the opposite, he was subtly encouraging me to carry on. I think he thought all his Christmases were coming at once. He kept calling me his ‘slut in disguise’ but I didn’t like that at all and pushed back hard.

He’d even started to buy me more revealing clothes and underwear. I’m pretty sure he was even throwing some of my more normal stuff out but he denied it. I didn’t dig into that too deeply as it was all designer and sexy as hell. None of it was too bad either, all able to be pulled off for work. Well nearly all. Our bedroom drawer had grown and he’d wanted me to play the hooker a few times for him. That had been a disaster, as I’d rejected it and gotten cross. Something about it was maybe too close to home.

I picked up that I’d started asking him a bit more about his fantasies. He squirmed during those conversations, like always but recently I’d been less dismissive and we’d discussed them more. There wasn’t anything that I didn’t already know, or at least that he’d shared yet. But it all boiled down to the same thing, enjoying life as much as possible. It was more showing off sexy bodies, more sex with whomever wanted it, more experimenting to see what each of us liked more. I was surprised that I appeared to at least be thinking about it a bit more.

Good news at work though, no one had said anything about my changes, if anything it was the opposite, I was being invited to more high profile meetings. That I liked a lot, even if it was possibly because something visual and physical more than mental.

It was funny that Cindy was so interested in my boobs. They became part of our conversation nearly every time we chatted. She seemed fascinated with their size and obviously wanted to see them. I had a feeling that she wanted to do a bit more than just look at them, but that wasn’t on my cards at all. She didn’t push it.

For years I’d been worried about my boobs sag, southness due to their weight and size. Chris loved that very fact and so it would appear did Cindy. Society told us that boobs needed to be pert, the nipples point forward or even upwards and that anything else was wrong and needed fixing. I’m sure that was part of the point of bras, wasn’t it? Keep boobs under control and looking ‘right.’ I’d recently found myself looking at my huge knockers differently. Admiring the size and shape of them and I think even becoming proud of how low they hung on me. Though I couldn’t quite work that out, my mind fighting with itself a lot.

I also started to worry that someone I knew or from work was going to see me down there on the street with Cindy and the other prostitutes. That would be tricky to explain and not something I ever wanted to have to deal with.

I had no firm conclusions from any of this apart from the fact that I still enjoyed Cindy friendship and we appeared to be getting closer. There was something lovely about Cindy. A thing that I was starting to appreciate and need. I still couldn’t place exactly what it was.

She hadn’t pushed me like that first photo in the cafe since. Though I felt like it was something that I wanted to happen but, obviously, couldn’t simply ask for. Her drug thing was also something that we’d skirted around since I discovered it.

It was like they were all little time bombs waiting to go off all over my life. Ones that I could avoid easily but I was getting excited for them to actually happen.

2 - Underwear

I’d been friends with Cindy now for about three weeks or so. Today I was a little peed off. It’s now early October in the UK, so cold enough that it’s either trousers or tights when in a skirt. Before Cindy I’d have worn trousers most of the winter, in fact, if I’m honest most of the year. But I was now in skirts pretty much all the time. This morning I went to grab my tights and there were none. In their place were just hold-ups and stockings that needed a garter. There were a lot of them, more than I thought I had.

I was going to be late for work and I knew Chris was the reason for this. My tights had to be somewhere here, or I was wearing trousers. I called him as he was either still driving to or now at work. “Oy you, I’m going to be late, where are all my tights?”

He laughed, I didn’t. “Stop fucking around.”

He stopped laughing, “Just wear the stockings babe.”

I huffed loudly down the phone, “Yer I knew that was your game. No, I’ll put trousers on. Are you telling me you’ve chucked all the tights?”

I heard him squirm, “Errrrr yer.”

“For fucks sake Chris. That’s not right or fair.”

I was just about to hang up on him when he said, “Love just wear the stockings, you’ll be fine. I bet Cindy would tell you to.”

“Ummmmm, cya you twat,” and I did hang up. I said it in a humorous way’ish. I was pissed off, but it wasn’t the end of the world. And he’d just thrown me a bone. The way he’d accidentally put it Cindy would ‘tell you to’. Yer I could imagine that and I sort of wanted it.

I sat on the bed in my towel and picked up my phone. I started to text her but kept stopping as I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know how to say it. How to get the result that I think I wanted. I realised quickly that it may not matter as she may not be awake, working late etc. So I started with a ‘You up?’ message.

A few minutes later and no reply and I could go get my trousers and be done with it. However as I put the phone on the bed she’d replied. “Yup, all ok? You never text this early.”

My heart beat raised, it was on. I started typing the message and again kept deleting it. However this time I was very aware that she was probably seeing the ‘This person is typing’ notification and then nothing.

‘Ringginginginging.’ She’d started a WhatsApp Video call. She’d never done that before. We’d only ever sent pics and texted. This was different, this was new. I was in my bedroom and I was naked apart from the towel. I was about to hang up the call when it dropped of its own accord. I breathed a sigh of relief for a microsecond before it started again. In my fluster I answered the fucking thing.

A few seconds later her face appeared on screen and I held my towel tighter as I too appeared in the bottom corner. She started, sounding rather worried, “Emily ... all ok?”

It was lovely to hear her concern. Yes, a real friend, “Oh god, yer yer sorry.”

“Phew I was worried.” She then raised an eyebrow, “Am I seeing into the marital bedroom? Is he there?” I could hear her excitement.

Fuck she was sharp, “No, he’s in work and yes.”

“Show me,” she said in the right and wrong tone. It was fun and friendly, but it wasn’t an ‘in charge’ one either. She picked up on my pause, “I want to see your room, pan the camera Emily.”

It wasn’t that bad to show someone our bedroom, I suppose. I carefully held it up and moved it around above my head, slowly turning it around. She then made it crude, as she loudly added, “So that’s the bed that you spread’m on,” and she giggled.

I pulled the phone down, “Shhh you. My daughter is probably still asleep.”

She then laughed louder for effect. I turned the volume down with my thumb. When she stopped laughing she asked me, “Are you in a towel?”

Oh good lord, “Yes but I don’t have time. I need to get to work and I have a problem.”

“Ok babe, what’s up?”

I sighed, relieved that I’d dodged the towel bullet. I quickly explained the tights problem without really thinking about how to get her to tell me to wear the stockings. However I needn’t have worried as she powered into, “Excellent, todays the day then. Put your sexiest, sluttest complete set on for work today.”

“WHAT?”

“You heard me. I want you in garter, stockings, thong, bra. I’ll do the same. We can compare notes tonight.”

“Errr what, I...”

She cut me off, “Come on, embrace who you are. I want you to do it. I really, really, want you to do it,” and she hung up.

Fuck that, wasn’t how I expected it to go. I mean I had my answer, if I wanted to follow it, but it was more a strong request than an order. Arrrggghhh bugger.

An hour later I was sat in work. I could swear that everyone could tell. I’d worn this set for my wedding night and only twice otherwise in the bedroom for Chris. It really was my sexiest set. The bra was different from our wedding as my boobs had grown since then, but it was a very good set match. The thong was my actual wedding one, an expensive satin, it was so smooth and tight on me, really nice. I’d never worn white tights to work, I’d never worn stockings to work and I’d never worn a garter to work. Today I was in white stockings, held up by a matching white gater.

I one hundred percent noticed one or two people looking at my legs when I came in. I didn’t blame them, they looked amazing. In fact, they looked fucking sensational. And they felt amazing, I felt amazing, I actually felt like a porn star. All of it just came together so nicely. Underneath my usual smart business attire was a complete slutty getup and no one knew.

I was turned on all day. I actually had to go wipe myself early in the afternoon as I could swear I could smell my own arousal.

When I left work for the day, I could feel more eyes on me as I walked towards Cindy. I was very aware that I was about to head into the area of well known whores, with my legs on display in a very obvious hooker style. As I got closer, it happened. I had two cat calls, one from another hooker, who simply shouted, “Ohhh baby,” and another from a random man walking towards me. He stopped before I got there and open-mouthed stared at me. When I was level with him he simply said, “Ohhh please, let me fuck you.”

I walked past him with a grin on my face. I felt powerful. Exposed but powerful. I realised that I was actually even walking on the hookers side of the street the entire way. Usually I walked on the other, ‘safe’ side and crossed over just before I got to Cindy. But somehow today I was happier on this side of the street. I don’t think it was even a conscious effort.

I was very aware that today I was aware of a new me being experimented with. I liked it a lot. I was worried and concerned but at the same time wanted to keep going. Chris’s words about trying things out to see what we liked was ringing in my ears. Right now I, surprisingly, really liked this outcome.

Cindy was there as I arrived. She looked amazing also. Her skirt was shorter than mine and a lot of her tits were on display, even in this weather. She had her phone in her hand and held it up as I got closer. I just knew she was taking pictures or video. So fuck it, I gave my hips a little more swing.

As I arrived, “Damn it girl, I bet you’re glad you did that today.”

I couldn’t stop beaming, “Sort of”.

She laughed, knowing I was talking bollox, “Damn we need to get you into a shorter skirt.”

That surprised me, Christ this was risky enough, “No I don’t think I need that.”

She then stood at a bit of an angle and put her leg forward, her skirt rode up and I could see the lacy top of her stocking. “Girl you have no idea of the power of letting this happen whenever you want.” I looked and got it. “You’ll have everyone in your control.”

I completely got it as I stared at the shape of her legs. I almost wanted to see more, to see how far the lace went. To see the inside of her thigh. To see if her knickers matched. As if reading my mind, “See, I have you in my control now, don’t I?”

I nodded but didn’t look up, she continued, asking me, “Are you matching thonged like I TOLD you to?”

She emphasised the word ‘told’. This was the type of language that I was looking for. I melted inside. Looking up at her, “Yes,” and for some unknown reason, it just came out of my mouth, “Miss.”

She smirked, she heard it clear as a bell. Exactly what she wanted to hear and it was obvious that I wasn’t taking the mickey or having fun. I gulped. We’d crossed a line, she nodded to indicate to me that she got it. I could then see her mind churning. Was she working out what she was going to do with this power? Or had she simply realised that I was now under her control.

She took a step towards me, her stocking top vanished and she wrapped an arm around one of mine. A man stood next to us. I couldn’t blame him, whatever was about to happen was going to be good. I expect he wanted her, or our services. That wasn’t on the agenda. Was it?

She moved to face him and smiled, “Hi honey.” I was side on to him and trying not to make eye contact.

I heard him reply, “You the...”

He didn’t finish, Cindy nodded at him. I guess the question would have finished with ‘hooker’ or the like. I was surprised when I heard Cindy saying to him, “Oh, you like the look of my friend, do you?” I suddenly felt his eyes on my body and I bowed my head. I was suddenly very scared and wanted to run away and would probably have if she didn’t have hold of me.

I felt her squeeze the arm that she had, “You like being looked at, don’t you Mrs Emily Hammer. You slut.” She’d never used my surname before. It was obvious that she was talking really to him. That scared me, my real name, my actual name had just been uttered with the word slut next to it and in a public space.

I gasped loudly, and answered, I couldn’t not answer, “Yes miss,” this time the miss was instant.

The man took a step closer to us, asking, who I didn’t know, “Can I have your company?”

Neither of us moved, I looked up and saw Cindy was looking at me, into my soul. The question was surely aimed at her, not me. Cindy smirked, her eyes locked onto mine. “He’s talking to you, Mrs Hammer.”

That shocked me and I turned to him, yes he was looking straight at me. He was asking me if I was a hooker. He wanted to pay me for sex. I couldn’t answer him. Of course he couldn’t. I was married, I wasn’t a prostitute, but why couldn’t I tell him that.

I felt Cindy move in closer to me. Then for the first time ever I felt one of her hands reach to the front of my skirt and slowly pull it up. I was frozen, I was letting her do this. Whatever ‘this’ was. I watched his eyes drop down and his mouth fell open. I felt the cool air on my thighs, I then felt it on my damp lacy thong. I knew he could see everything. Cindy then asked him, “You want some of this married pussy?”

He nodded and almost drooled.

I suddenly and obviously felt even more exposed, knowing that right now I was being displayed to this stranger. I don’t think I could have escaped even if I wanted to as my legs had turned to jelly. We made eye contact, the man wanting to fuck me’s eyes were locked onto mine. For a microsecond I pictured him on top of me, rutting away and me crying out in ecstasy. Us fucking in a seedy hotel room that I’d booked by the hour. Some cash on the bedside table. I could see my legs spread wide, these wedding stockings on. I could feel his weight on my body. Oh gawd, what was going on in my head, it felt good, it felt right. I watched his eyes move down my body again. He fixed on my thong, my pussy. What could he see right now? Was my public hair all neat and tucked in? Could he tell that I was turned on, was there a damp patch? Or worse yet and I couldn’t believe this thought, was my vulva pronounced, had the thong ridden. Did I have a camel toe for him to see?

Somehow, I noticed that just behind him someone else had stopped, another man. He was also watching. Cindy noticed too as she teased him, “Enjoying the view?”

The man right in front of us looked behind him at the other guy and moved slightly to his side so that they could both see me clearly like this. I closed my eyes. This was crazy. I then felt Cindy tuck my skirt into its own waistband and her hand moved. I kept my eyes closed, as my next intake of breath was a little too loud, I gasped loudly.

As Cindy then said something confusing I felt her hand on my breast as she cupped as much of it as she could, “Yes do it.”

Do what? My eyes opened wide, half expecting to find a cock out with one of them wanking to me. But instead the man furthest back, the newer one, had his phone up and was taking a fucking picture or a video. Both my hands fell to my face to hide it as I moaned a “No”. I was glad that they worked even if my legs didn’t.

Cindy squeezed my boob, “Yes Emily. Now drop your hands and for that...” She didn’t finish her sentence, it sounded like a punishment was coming. I really felt her hand squeeze my boob harder and she repeated, “Drop your hands right now.”

I did and I opened my eyes. The man with the phone was now closer and it was being held up, aiming straight at my face. He then panned it down my body pausing at my exposed thong and stockings before panning back up. He took a step back to get everything in as Cindy delivered my punishment. “Spread your legs a little for them and tell me,” she then raised her voice, “Are you wet baby?” Her hand mashed my boob. It felt nice.

As if in a trance, whilst my eyes were locked onto the lens of the phone I let my right leg souffle outwards a little. Only a few inches but enough that I felt my pussy lips feel a breeze. The cool night air was moving across my thong and my now slightly parted lips. As I felt that I shuddered, we both felt it, “Yesss,” I quietly moaned to them both.

I then felt her lips on my cheek. It was completely electric and nearly made me cum right there. But thank god I heard her say, “That’s it boys, show’s over,” and her hand left my boob. She quickly pulled my skirt back into place as the man with the phone lowered it with the biggest grin you can imagine on his face.

The man right in front of me, that wanted to pay to fuck me was obviously more than ready. Cindy understood, “No she’s not for you.” He looked at her shocked. “You know about me though?”

He nodded, and she continued, “I can make you very happy.” He nodded again, very happy with his consolation prize. I did wonder about the question she asked him, ‘know what’?

Before they went off she checked in with me, “You ok babe?”

I was still panting and horny as hell. I hardly nodded to her.

She laughed, “Go home to hubby and fuck his brains out.”

I sort of nodded.

“You got that?”

I came round properly. She was right, I needed a cock in me now. I could feel the throbbing emptiness. I need it. “Yes, bye,” and it was me that walked off first.

3 - Shopping

She was right. I ravaged Chris when I got home. It was one of the best fucks I’d ever had. And yes I realised that I was now calling it fucking, not making love or having sex. But that’s what it was, a fuck. He completely put it down to the underwear he’d ‘made’ me wear. I didn’t argue as it was definitely the instigator of it.

I was worried about the man who, I guess, video’d me standing like that with my panties on display. Doing that with my face visible was absolute stupidity. That was no doubt on the internet somewhere. I half imagined it on TikTok or whatever’s trendy today. Christ I’m a mother and a wife. Also Cindy had used my full name to one of them. I don’t think that would have gotten onto the video, timing? But oh god, just imagine, someone knocking at the door. I’d have to shout deep fake or something.

A growing part of me wondered how many people had masterbated over that video already? What were people commenting on it? Was it popular or were people making the usual, nasty comments?

I also had to admit that I actually wanted to see that video. I wanted to be able to relive that moment. It was etched into my mind obviously, but seeing myself like that would be an entirely different thing. As a flip side to the positive I did decide that I needed Cindy to know that it wasn’t cool. It was too risky.

But that was a while ago and today was Saturday. It was a unique one as I was meeting up with Cindy in the daytime in the middle of the city to wander around the shops together. Chris was even going to drop us off and pick us up. It was something suggested by Cindy that he jumped at. He couldn’t wait to meet her. I wasn’t sure that was the best idea. She was now my friend and I didn’t want him fucking it up.

Chris had picked my attire for today. I’d expected worse, or should I say riskier, but this was actually classy. I had a nice dark green dress on, just slightly above the knee. A wide stylish belt that was tight against my slim waist. The dress was a great fit, and snug all over but not too tight at my chest, which was good as it was all buttons from the top to the bottom straight down the front. Eight large buttons in total that I had all done up, no cleavage today thank you. Though I half expected that to change at some point.

Underneath I had a full black set of lacy underwear on. It was completely transparent and the lace cups of the bra offered very little support, my boobs were alive in them. A very glossy pair of black silk stockings, ones with hold up elastic, was over my legs. I don’t think I looked quite as sexy as in the white gear but I did love the feeling of it. The bra especially gave my boobs a more natural teardrop shape, one that Chris really loved. Some nice black very high heels topped it all off.

He was jabbering loads as he drove us to the bistro that we were planning on meeting at. He kept wanting to see my thigh above my stocking top. I kept telling him that he’d crash if I did that. But his focus and incessant pestering about it made me relent just to keep him quiet. It felt good that he was so focused on my body and sexuality, I liked it.

When we pulled up he insisted on coming in to say hello to Cindy and luckily it ended up being a very quick, short and slightly awkward interaction as he didn’t know what to say. It was comically funny.

Cindy surprised me today, for the first time ever she was in trousers and a white wrap blouse. She looked glamorous and smart, even the black trousers weren’t overly tight. It was so different to what I usually saw in her, I liked seeing this side of her.

As soon as he’d left, and we’d started walking through the shops Cindy was straight at me, “Is he a good lover?”

I was now getting more used to her comments like this, so I was able to answer quickly and easily, “Yes, he’s fantastic.”

“A big cock?”

“Yup, a good fit.” Maybe I was a little defensive.

She laughed, “How many have you had?”

“Not as many as you, that’s for sure.” I laughed at my own joke.

“You’d be surprised,” was actually her surprising answer.

“But your customers must, you know, have sex with you.” We’d not really talked much about her or her job. It felt like today was the natural place to start it. We weren’t in a rush, I wasn’t heading home and she wasn’t actually working.

“Oh they do, but most of them just want a blow job.”

I stopped walking, “Seriously!” That completely blew my mind, “No way!”

She stopped and turned to face me nodding, “Yup, I dunno, maybe 80 % of them.”

“Good god, that does surprise me.” I continued walking, grabbing her arm as I did. It felt nice, it felt as if we were a couple. I didn’t care what anyone thought. If they thought it was two lesbians together, which it wasn’t, that was up to them. I couldn’t help the next question, “You never had or wanted kids?”

“Narrr, not for me.”

“K.” I knew not to push that one. Some people had deep, complex reasons for that decision, we’d get to that one day. “But you like sex?”

She giggled, “Of course. You’re wondering why most of my customers don’t have sex with me like you’re imagining?”

That sounded horrible. “Oh god Cindy, I’m sorry. I don’t mean anything by it. I’m just surprised. I thought that was like the main job of a sex worker when men came to her.”

She smiled at me, “Yer it is. I am very popular, you know.”

I laughed at that, “Oh yer, I know.”

A little after that we headed to a small bar and ordered some cocktails. As she was ordering them I headed to the cloakroom to pull my stockings backup. I felt like they’d started to drop a little, they had, I guess this was going to be a thing today. I did think that she’d have probably been happy to be part of this pull up display. I took the opportunity to quickly have a pee also. She was waiting for me with our cocktails and she quickly dragged me straight to an outdoor smoking area. She pulled out what I now knew as a joint. I had to ask, “Aren’t they illegal?”

“Everything I do is illegal,” and she lit it up. I loved her boldness, it was the opposite of who I am. Maybe that was part of the draw? “You should try some.”

“No thank you,” I shook my head. “What is it anyway, ganja?” I was trying to sound like I knew what I was talking about.

She laughed, “Not this one, nope.” She looked at me. With those judging eyes, working out if I could take the truth.

“Just tell me,” and I rolled my eyes at her.

“This,” and she brought it up closer to my face, “is just some standard tobacco with a dose of Freddy.”

I had no idea what she just said, “Ok, is it bad for you?”

“Living leads to death, so everything is technically killing you,” and she took a big drag.

“Yer yer, you know what I mean.” She puffed it out into my face. I didn’t like that and coughed a lot. “That’s not fun,” and I frowned at her.

She laughed. “Sorry, I couldn’t help it. I mean, yer it’s sort of bad for you I guess.”

I looked sadly at her, “Are you addicted to it?”

She shrugged her shoulders, “Not really, but kinda.”

“Oh, doesn’t that worry you.” It certainly worried me.

“Nope, I’m able to manage it well. I’ve been doing stuff like this for years. And I’m ok aren’t I?”

I grinned at her, “Very much so yes.”

“You should try a little bit, it’s lovely.”

I scrunch my face, “No thank you.”

“It makes you feel so nice and fluffy.” She drew another big lungfull of it in.

I knew what was coming so I pre dogged her. But she didn’t puff it out. I laughed and sat back, she then did puff it out in front of me, all over me.

I inhaled a little of it and coughed again. “Why?”

She laughed again, “Because you’re my girlfriend and I want you to be as happy as you can be.”

That sounded strange. Her calling me her girlfriend, but I completely melted at it. I’d swear my nipples sprung to attention and throbbed as soon as she said it. She saw the effect it had and tried offering me the evil cigarette again.

“No, please stop doing that. I don’t want it.”

She faked a sad face and finished it off.

We soon drunk up and moved on. The next three hours saw us having a great time. Just two ladies doing some shopping and enjoying each other’s company. I was a little concerned when she bought me some skirts that were too short. I refused to buy them, so she solved that problem by buying them for me. I rationalised them in my head as having them didn’t mean I’d wear them.

We joked that I didn’t need any more underwear, Chris had taken care of that. So she really confused me when she bought me about 40 pairs of cheap thongs. I kept saying that I really didn’t need them but I ended up carrying them around with me anyway after she’d paid for them. What the hell did I need 40 pairs for, and why the cheap crappy ones. It was almost a contentious issue but she was firm in buying them for me.

4 - A Chat

“Ok, so I just let Chris know that he could come get me in about an hour.”

“Perfect. We’ll get another drink in a bit. But before then...” she leaned in and kissed me on the lips.

It shocked me, I didn’t know what to say or do. It wasn’t a lingering kiss but it wasn’t a peck on the lips. It felt good and meant something. It was naughty. There were people everywhere, some of them may know me. “What was...”

She put her finger on my lips, “I can kiss my girlfriend if I want to.”

She said it again, girlfriend. Though I liked it deep down, it wasn’t right. I was married to Chris, I didn’t want to upset our friendship but I needed her to be clear about this. “Cindy, oh god. I can’t be your girlfriend.”

She smiled at me, I didn’t understand, “I have Chris, I’m married. And I’m sorry I don’t like girls that way.”

She continued smiling, “I know and that’s ok.”

What was she on about? Those drugs gone to her head? She saw the look on my face, “I’m not taking you away from your family. You still have and obviously love them very much.” I nodded and was about to say, exactly, but she continued, “You can still have a friend that’s a girl.”

I understood that, “But the kiss.”