Diane's instructions were rather specific.
"Just do what he tells you" would have seemed to cover everything. But She went on to tell me exactly what Karl was expecting me to be wearing when he arrived that evening, most likely an hour or so before She herself would get home.
"I might be pretty tired after a long day. He knows that. So if he wants attention, just do what he tells you" were Her basic orders.
So I did what I always did and followed instructions. There's something very humbling yet erotic about getting yourself ready for a man, particularly if that man is your wife's lover.
I wore the skirt, top, stockings, shoes and panties that he wanted me to wear.
I felt very, very submissive when he arrived.
After serving him his favorite adult beverage and he sat in his favorite chair, I found myself at his side and on my knees as he instructed. I knelt there, my bottom resting on my heels for what seemed like forever as he watched Sportscenter.
Finally, he put his drink down, stood up, looked at me and said:
"Skirt up!" he said with a smile.
I lifted my tartan skirt.
I smiled back and did everything he wanted.
Love,
