Eight Weeks

I have been traveling 8 weeks now with Wolfman and our adventures have grown increasingly daring, always ending with loving intimacy. But today, I want to write about our first weekend home together. As you may recall, our agreement was that Wolf was master on the road; and I was to be in charge at home. After nudging me beyond limits I once could never imagine crossing, it seemed time for payback when we arrived home.

As we walked into the house, I told Wolf to take a quick shower and then prepare a nice hot bath for me. While he was busy, I laid out what would be his new "uniform" while home unless I decided otherwise - my pink satin nightie and a floral pair of my panties that needed to go in the wash. I also made a quick phone call to invite a friend over for a visit later that evening. As I prepared to get in the bath, I told Wolf to put on the clothes I had laid out, bring me glass of wine, and order a pizza to be delivered.

I savored the long, hot bath I had been craving for the last couple of days and took my time washing my hair, shaving, and soothing some of the kinks out of my muscles. As planned, the doorbell rang just as I was getting out of the bath. Wolf came into the room, dressed as I had instructed. He asked me to go answer the door. I refused telling him that was his job. As he slowly walked to the front door, I y pulled on my robe to go watch what would transpire.

Wolf opened the door and I caught a glimpse of the delivery boy's mouth dropping open as he looked at the 6'4" man in front of him wearing a pink nightie that didn't completely cover his girlie panties. Wolf blushed deeply and growled at the kid, "One word and you get no tip." I had trouble suppressing a gigle.

As we were finishing dinner, the doorbell rang again. "Who could that be?" Wolfman was startled and clearly nervous. "Oh, didn't I tell you Sharon was stopping by?" I asked innocently. Wolfman headed toward our bedroom clearly intending to hide. "No Wolf, I want you to show your new night clothes to my friend. "

Sharon had brought another girlfriend of ours with her as well. I grinned as both woman stared with shock at the sight of Wolf. Having instructed Wolfman to bring us wine and cheese, I settled in to tell my friends about our erotic trucking adventures. When Wolf returned with our drinks and snacks, I told him to stand before us with his hands behind his head. We sipped and nibbled and commented on how sweet and cooperative the "big, bad" Wolf looked in my clothing.

"I think he is outgrowing your panties," Stacey mentioned. I instructed Wolf to move the panties and put them into his mouth. We watched as the sheer satin fabric of the nighty tented in front of Wolfman. The fabric hid nothing and the three of us were fascinated.

When my friends finally left, Wolf and I retired to the bedroom. It was a long time before we got any sleep.