Like a dominatrix with a strapon

When she does come back she is wearing a dominatrix outfit with a strapon dildo jutting out of her.

“You can let go now they should be dry,” she says and so I do.

I stand up and the bounce of my fake tits is an odd feeling and looking down at my flat crouch is even stranger.

“Put your clothes on,” my wife tells me.

Starting with a black set of lingerie, followed by a black garter belt, then a sexy maid’s costume where the frills end well above my knees and the top shows a lot of cleavage. My wife then takes my hand and sits me down in front of her vanity where she paints my lips with deep red lipstick, gives me some nice eyeliner, and some mascara, and even applies some rouge. She takes my fingers and gives me long press-on nails that are a dark red color.

“There,” she says, “You look beautiful.” I feel myself blush a little. It’s embarrassing that I look so good, but the compliment is nice. “Put your heels on as I put mine on and let’s go, we're going to be late at this rate.”

There are black 4-inch heels for me to put on and I do. I’m not used to walking in heels so it takes a bit to right myself as we walk downstairs. Before we head out the door my wife says, “Oh, I almost forgot.” She rushes back upstairs and then quickly back down and takes the maid's headdress from the box and places it on my head. “There, now you're perfect.”

She takes a black trench coat and wraps it around herself to cover her outfit and we head out the door. She sits down in the passenger’s seat and I get in the driver’s side as we head to the party. Luckily it’s a short ride there.