This choice: Drinks in the living room in elegant lingerie and stripper heels. • Go Back... You have a lot of fun going through your wardrobe, making Dale try on one thing after another, but the problem, you soon discover, is that this wardrobe has lots of stuff Tiffa would wear, but nothing with the ritzier, more grown-up look you want!
Looking at the clock, you realize you're running out of time. You go to the computer and fire up the game and your browser again, then make Dale tell you her password for her Playboy account. You find two blondes with their lingerie still on (from the beginning of the photo session, you assume) and have the program put one on Dale. But you like that one and switch it to yourself and put the other one on her.
Dale is now in a baby blue silk and lace camisole see-thru enough to show her nipples and her matching thong. You're in a black silk chemise with matching black garter belt and silk stockings. Both outfits include matching wraps and stripper heels.
You're about to shut the program down when Dale quickly asks, "Honey, could you keep it on a moment?"
With a smile, you ask, "What is it, sweetie?"
She bites her lower lip, then says, "You've… turned me into your sub, haven't you?"
You admit, "I'm not really into that stuff, but I made sure you always obey me."
She nods and says, shyly, "I've always… thought subs should always wear nipple rings."
"You want piercings?" You're a little surprised.
She nodded. "I can't touch the computer any more, can I?"
"Nope. But I'll surf to any porn you ask for. You never had to hide it from me."
With a giggle, she says, "Then can I show you where my porn folders are?"
"Already know where they are," you laugh, and get her secret stash open. She lets out a little gasp, and you laugh more.
"Could you find the folder named 'nipple rings'?"
You have to scroll for a bit… the man really kept an extraordinary amount of porn on his computer… but you find it. You and Dale leaf through the pics until she finds the ones she wants. With a smirk, you use the program and they're in her titties, along with the cute navel piercing the girl is also wearing. You put that one on both of you. She looks down at the gold and diamond things glittering through her cami, looking delighted.
Then you shut the program down and hide the disc again. You stand up and tie her wrap closed, then your own. After a final kiss on the lips, you tell her, "Just enough time left to get the drinks ready, sweetie."
"What if the kids come home?" she asks as you two reach the first floor. Despite the six-inch heels on her feet, Dale had no trouble at all on the stairs.
You wink. "They're be away until morning. All three are getting lucky tonight."
She giggles. The thought of his daughters having sex would have driven Male Dale mad with jealousy.
The two of you fetch highball glasses and Scotch and fill the ice bucket. Dale pooches her lips out when she sees the scotch you pick. "That's my best single malt."
You kiss her cheek. "I can get you all you want, sweetheart."
The living room is ready just in time for Roger to ring the bell. You tell Dale to answer the door. Roger just thinks he's dropping by for drinks, so he looks a little gobsmacked while she lets him in. He cannot take his eyes off her.
"Stacey?" he finally asks. You laugh, finally causing him to turn and notice you too.
"Hi, Roger. I guess you would remember me looking like that, wouldn't you?" He had been the best man at your wedding after all.
"Shit." He breathed as you walk up and take him by the hand, leading him into the living room and seating him in the middle spot on the couch. You sit on one side, and she sits on the other. Roger looks to his left and right, still looking stunned.
"I already knew some weird shit was happening when my body changed. So that's really you, Dale?"
She bits her lower lip again… you wonder if you did that at eighteen… and nods her head. "Stacey likes me better this way."
He looks at you both again and wonders, "How do I tell you two apart now?"
You lean in and purr, "Dale is the one with pierced nipples." Then you brush your lips on the corner of his mouth.
He's surprised at first, jerking his head Dale's direction. So you pull his chin around, kiss him on the lips and tell him, "You need to kiss her too, to thank her. She's been supporting your babies all these years, after all."
He coughs in surprise. "Um…"
You laugh and tell Dale, "Pour the scotch, sweetie. I think Roger needs a double."
Dale works quickly. Roger doesn't say anything, just watches the gorgeous lingerie-clad blonde setting up their drinks. A young woman in boudoir attire serving alcohol is a really sexy thing to watch, you discover.
You accept your drink after Roger gets his. While Dale slips back into place on the couch with hers, you tell him, "Tiffany and I are positive they're yours, dearest. They both have your eyes. And Tiffany showed me a really old picture of your mother. Tiffa looks just like her, don't you think?"
He pulls in a breath, then turns his head toward Dale. "So you know all about it?"
Dale swallows her sip and nods. "Stacey told me."
"You're alright with it," he shakes his head. "Damn."
You nuzzle his neck. "She should be alright with other stuff, too. Like you sliding your big cock into her."
He looks back to Dale with a new look on his face.
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