Meeting Gina

William awoke that morning unsure of where he was. He found himself in a strange bed and in a room he didn’t recognize. The dull throbbing in his head also made it difficult to remember how he had gotten here.

As he tried to sit up, he felt a tension across his chest and legs as thick straps restricted his movement.

“Hello? Is there anyone there?”

William had questions that needed answering, but the only response he received was the sound of silence.

He was able to move his head just enough to see he was in a room that looked very much like a hospital room. As he thought about his current predicament, he just knew that Gina was somehow involved.

That hot, sexy bitch had been behind everything since he and his wife had moved into the apartment across the hall from her about a month ago. In those short four weeks, William’s life had moved from the mundane into a rollercoaster world of excitement, humiliation, and submission.

As he lay confined to the hospital bed, he thought about how meeting Gina had changed his life. William wasn’t sure if any of the changes were positive but he was sure that waking up in what looked like a hospital room and finding himself strapped to a bed was probably not a good sign.

* * *

William remembered the first time he saw Gina. He was unlocking the apartment door when he heard the steady clip clop of heels on the marble floor of the hallway. Clip clop, the sounds got closer. As he snuck a peek, he came face to face with one of the sexiest, most beautiful women he had ever seen in real life.

“Hello, neighbor,” she purred.

William’s heart started to pump faster, and he felt his cock stir in his pants. He clutched the rolled up magazine tighter in his hand, before turning to face her.

“Hello, I’m William… William Manly. I’ve… we’ve…” he was stuttering and trying to keep it together as her beauty unnerved him.

“Manly?” she said, smiling, “well, I’ll be the judge of that. Yes, I met your wife yesterday. Lovely woman. Very nice.” Her emphasis on the word nice wasn’t lost on him.

William felt her eyes burning into him. It was subtle but he knew she was taking in every inch of him. His cock continued to harden under her gaze and he knew that she must have spotted his erection through the thin fabric of his lightweight track pants. It was almost as if she was eye-fucking him and he felt vulnerable but aroused at the same time.

Her eyes lingered on the tightly rolled magazine he had moved to cover his erection, and he instinctively increased his grip on it. There was no way that William was going to let that magazine fall out of his hand. The contents would expose his dirty little secret.

He tried not to stare at her but Gina was stunning. She had the look of an Italian screen goddess; voluptuous 5-foot-seven-inch-frame; thick, dark hair; beautiful emerald green eyes; large breasts, and long, toned, beautiful legs. She could easily be any man’s fantasy, and right there, right then, she was William’s.

Gina leaned in closer to him, her face was now only inches from his. William could feel the electricity in the air. Everything was heightened but also slowed down. He watched as her hand moved closer and closer to his face, almost in slow motion. The fingers were elegant, her nails beautifully manicured and painted in a bright, blood red color.

As she gently placed her hand on William’s cheek, his focus was now on her thick, fleshy, brightly colored, red lips as she mouthed in a breathy voice, with just the hint of a Sicilian accent, “Well, it was nice meeting you. I’m sure I’ll be seeing more of you very soon. I can always use a manly man.”

William blushed as she laughed, then, suddenly she was gone. He heard her apartment door close and he realized he was still standing outside his apartment door sporting one of the biggest erections he’d had for a long time. The faint scent of Chanel No. 5 lingered in the air and as he brushed his cheek, he felt the slight trace of a silky, sticky residue.

Quickly unlocking the door, he went straight into the living room and sat down on the couch. William’s cock was throbbing and needed attention. As he whipped his track pants down and ran his fingers lovingly over the pink lacy panties that were now exposed under his shorts, he imagined the red, manicured fingers of Gina, slowly tracing the outline of his cock through the panties. His panties were already damp with pre-cum as he released his pulsating cock from the confines of its lacy prison.

“I’m always in need of a manly man.” Her words rung in his ears as he stroked his cock harder and harder.

It didn’t take long before William’s cock head exploded in a violent and passionate release, sending reams of hot, sticky cum over his exposed thighs and the pink frilly panties. As he sunk into the sofa, his body, and cock spent, he knew he wanted to see more of this Gina woman. But what he didn’t know was that he was already caught in her web; he just hadn’t started to struggle yet.

* * *

William had always run his small design company from an office in his apartment, so he had plenty of time during the day to play his little dress-up games while his wife Kay, was at work. Although Kay knew about his fetish for panties and bras, she tolerated it, but made it very clear she wouldn’t be encouraging it.

For the past couple of years they satisfied one another in the usual bored, quick missionary style and then went off to sleep. William contented himself with the thought that at least Kay let him occasionally wear the panties when they made love.

She also didn’t complain when he sometimes shaved his legs; in fact, she had once commented that they felt nice and smooth and she enjoyed the sensation. Giggling, she said he could be her “lesbian lover.”

They had been married for four years now and things were safe, and comfortable but dull. William thought about Gina’s comment about Kay. “Yes,” he thought, she was a ‘good’ woman. She was much better than he felt he deserved but he did wonder what it would be like under a strong, sexy woman like Gina. A woman who would dominate him.

As he dozed off on the couch, his mind filled with images of hot, sexy Gina. In no time at all he was asleep, with his track pants and panties still down around his ankles, and his cum drying on his thighs and the couch, leaving silky, shiny streaks.