PART ONE

 

"Honey, I have problems."

Lana looked up at her husband. "Your new boss?"

Jesse nodded. "She's...demanding certain things, and I don't know..."

Lana frowned. She said, "Let's have a drink and discuss it."

They adjourned to the kitchen and she poured him a stiff drink of bourbon and Coke. There wasn't much bourbon left in the bottle, so she shrugged, tilted it and guzzled.

Jesse laughed. "It always amazes me that you can do that."

"Just hold the nose and do it fast. Hits the belly harder, with a woosh.''

"I could never do that." He shook his head.

"Well, I'm just a little more manly than you."

He frowned, "that's sort of what I wanted to talk to you about."

She tilted her head quizzically.

He took a sip and prepared his thoughts, and she waited.

Jesse was a slender man, only five foot eight.

Lana was five foot six, and if she wore heels she was taller than him. Which led to a lot of joking about her being the 'bigger man' in the family.

Add to that the fact that he had a narrow face and expressive brown eyes, and she actually was a bit more manly looking than him.

But not that manly. Her blonde hair, so long she always had to toss it over her shoulder, and her rather amazing bosoms, and she was all woman.

"Well, I know how important this job is to us..."

"Yes."

"And it's a good job. And..."

"Cut to the chase, babe." She could feel the alcohol exploding in her belly. She looked up at the new bottle.

"Margaret is instituting a dress code. Corporate image and all that."

"That shouldn't be a big deal."

"Well, she's insisting that everybody have, uh, longer nails. Well manicured."

"Well, it is a cosmetics company."

"But even the guys?"

"Guys have nails, too, and if customers come in you will be scrutinized."

"But..." he started but she cut him off.

"Is it for all the guys?"

"Well, there's only me and George over in shipping, and he wears gloves all day, so I doubt if he's going to the object of her ire."

Her ire. That was his favorite expression for describing his boss. Seems like Margaret was always pissy where Jesse was concerned.

"I don't see what the problem is...just get a manicure."

"Yeah, but...she's got a salon that she 'recommends,' and she very pointedly recommended it to me.

"Well, go on down, get your nails done."

"With all the women sitting around and staring at me?"

Lana laughed. "It's only nails. Women get them done all the time."

"But men don't."

"Is that all that's got you all flustered?" She slid her chair over and reached between his legs. Yep. As she had expected, Jesse had a big boner. She unzipped his pants and pulled out his meat. For a small man he had a fair sized hunk of pussy pleaser. She began to stroke him.

"Oh," he breathed out.

She stroked him gently, slithered her hand up his pole, and he felt every pore of her hot flesh rub over his most sensitive part. She began rubbing her palm over his head, and he could hardly breath.

"Oh...God..."

She smiled a wicked smile. She loved to get him like this, hot and bothered and out of control...under her control. "Honey, look down at your dick."

He looked down, and he saw her red tipped nails wrapped around his cock, sliding over the skin, and it took his breath-what little he had left-away.

"Now then, you know how important this job is."

He did.

"You know what the big plan is."

For him to learn as much as they could so they could start their own company.

"And I know this might seem embarrassing, but it will only be embarrassing for a while. Then you'll get used to it. Women get used to it. We don't even think about our fingernails." She looked down at his cock, throbbing and turning red. The veins were standing out a droplet of pre-cum was forming at the slit. "Except when I take you in hand and-"

"But I don't..." he was having trouble breathing.

"You don't want to get your nails done? You don't want to have pretty hands that customers will be impressed by?"

"But I..."

Lana pulled out the stops. She had been planning her own company for years now, and it was time to get it off the ground. She certainly couldn't have her husband getting a little squeamish just because he didn't like the idea of having his nails painted. She leaned in to him, her red lips became the focus of her world, and she said, "You're just going to have to 'man up,' or maybe that is 'woman up,' because we have spent a long time getting to where we are. A year of this job and we'll have the bona fides to get a loan. We are right on the edge of success.

She was stroking him faster.

But he was still resisting. "But I don't..."

She stopped.

He was pulsing, and the good, old semen trigger was about to click. In a second he was going to be spurting, but that second didn't come.

He stared at his wife. "Wha..."

She smiled, stood up, and went for the second bottle.

Jesse looked down at his cock. It was actually dripping on the kitchen floor. Spatters of clearish pre-cum formed a little puddle. "Honey?" Desperation was in his voice.

She used a knife to cut the cellophane off the mouth of the bottle.

"Can we finish this?" He pointed to his dick, his voice was whining.

She unscrewed the cap and tilted the bottle. Glug. It slid down her throat , and she thought: if I keep doing this it will make my voice low and husky. Sort of sexy. She glugged again. Smacked her lips, and felt the liquor scoring her insides and turning into little flames in her belly.

"Honey?"

She looked at him. "Would you like another drink?"

Then he got it. If he didn't comply, she would withhold, and that was one game he never seemed to win. Women just didn't seem to get as horny as men.

But, if he could have seen inside her head right at that moment he would have been surprised.

Lana was getting turned on.

The liquor was helping. Good bourbon always warmed up her snatch. And pushing her hubbie around was awfully delicious. In fact, that was making her horny, too. And the idea of his slender frame endowed with bright red fingertips was making her downright wet down there.

She poured him a drink. Nothing like a little lubrication to bring him around. She placed it on the table and slid it towards him.

He took it and sipped.

She glugged.

And not for the first time in their marriage she was struck by the differences between them.

He was soft and gentle. Liked wine. In fact, he liked wine spritzers, a girly drink if there ever was one.

She was woman all the way through, but she was also an alpha dog. Well, an alpha bitch. Though she didn't usually let the bitch out.

But seeing Jesse weaseling on their plans, it brought out the bitch.

She smiled. She was wet and horny, and she decided to squeeze him a bit tonight. Maybe she'd even make him wear a bra when they made love. That always seemed to bring out the beast in him.

The beast being a bit of submissiveness that just simply turned her on.

"Honey," she said. "I've decided you will get your nails done."

"No way," he was going to hold his ground, even if it cost him sex.

She sat down again and took his cock in her hand. "We can do this the easy way, or the hard way."

Then he said something surprising. "I'll just jack off."

She blinked, then his defiance warmed her up, made her really bitchy. She tightened her grip on his cock. "Don't you dare."

"I'm going to."

So she let go. "Go ahead."

So he took a big drink of courage and took himself in hand.

She watched as he began stroking. For a long minute he stroked, and he was getting close, when she suddenly reached up and grabbed his nipples and pinched and twisted.

"OW!" He let go of his cock and reached for his chest. "What'd you do that for?"

"Real men don't need to jack off.

"Real men don't have their nails done."

"Well, you're going to get your nails done."

"You're trying to make me into a woman!"

She smiled. She liked the thought. She was surprised it hadn't come up more often, their dynamics being what they were.

"I'll make you into a woman if you want," drip...drip...drip..for both of them. "But right now we are discussing fingernails. Drink."

He drank some more. He rubbed his chest. His nipples hurt, she had really twisted them!

She decided to go soft for a while. She took his cock in her hand again. She stroked him, she kissed him, and she could feel him melt. Sex was the one thing that always worked on him.

"I don't want to," he blurted.

"Hush, honey. Look at your cock. See my finger nails? Red, holding that big tool? You could have nails like that."

"First you say I can't jack off, now you're telling me to."

And that did it. She hated it when he caught her in a contradiction. She stood up, pulled his cock hard, and he yelped and leaped to his feet.

"You come with me. Right now."

He didn't have much choice and he followed her, and his cock felt like it was going to burst, orgasm right in her fist, except that she was holding it too tight.

She pulled him into the bedroom and literally threw him into the chair in front of her make up station. He looked up at her, almost in shock.

"I'm going to paint your nails, full red, right now. And you're going to spend the weekend with them. You don't have to go anywhere, but I might make you do things so you can get the full experience. Do you understand me?"

Oddly, or maybe not so oddly, his cock was at full attention. It stood up and was red in the head and pre-cum oozed freely.

Stunned, he nodded.

She giggled. "Mr. Happy likes the idea."

He looked down at his penis, then back up at her, and he gulped.

She took his hands, finger by finger, and prepared them. Then she chose the longest fingernails she had and glued them in place. She trimmed them, then selected the brightest red she had.

Jesse watched, first in shock, then in awe. His fingers were already slender, but now they were long. And the red...it was...

She coated them with a clear hardener. Then sat and watched him.

He stared at his nails. He kept gulping. And his cock, it was throbbing. Pulsing. He could feel the vein underneath it, the one that led to the slit, pounding, and, despite himself, he felt it creeping up...up...and suddenly he felt all warm, and he gasped, and he came.

Lana stared in shock as Jesse shivered and shook and his cock spewed.

He had actually cum just from having nails put on him!

He sat and slumped in on himself, and he gasped and gulped, and he was so embarrassed. He bent his head over, hung it on his chest in humiliation.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled.

She stared at him with wide eyes, and began to grin. She had always known he was soft, that was why she loved him. He wasn't like other men. He paid attention to her, and he was easy to bring around to her frame of mind.

And now, to find out that special, little kink, it was too much. He had actually cum just from having fake fingernails.

She closed her face up, didn't want him to know how wet this was making her. She put his hand on his shoulder and said, "Well, you broke the rules now. I told you no jacking off, and you managed to make it happen."

"But...I didn't mean to. I'm sorry!"

"Sorry isn't enough, buster. You broke the rules and now you owe me."

"I owe you?"

"Big time. And the first step is this weekend. You waiting on me. Using those fingernails, and getting used to them. After all, when you go to work you're going to have to be used to them. We don't want you soiling your panties around all those ladies."

He hung his head again, and tried to deal with his mounting shame.

***

That weekend was a revelation for Lana. All weekend she pushed Jesse around. Do the dishes. Do the laundry. Polish the silverware. Wash the car. Mow the lawn. Vacuum. Fix breakfast, lunch and dinner.

Jesse didn't know what hit him. He was confused, and still embarrassed, over what had happened to him. And, to make matters worse, his dick had come right back up. It was standing straighter than a totem pole, taller than a lamp post. And it was dripping.

In truth, he had never been so horny in his life. And it was all the fault of those fingernails!

But he couldn't stop looking at them. But the more he looked at them the hotter and harder became his cock.

"Look at the bulge in your panties!" Lana kept laughing at him, and feeling him. "Those nails really do turn you on."

Then, when he was out doing the next task on her list, she would rub her pussy and feel how wet it was. This might be making him hard, but what it was doing to her was unbelievable.

Still, he kept saying he didn't want to go to work like this. Especially with red fingernails. And his face was red and puffy with shame. And Lana could tell that he was serious. So she decided to take a drastic step.

***

"Hi, is this Margaret Trask? Hi, this is Lana Boyd. I'm Jesse's wife, Jesse, from work. Oh, yes, is this a bad time? Or can we chat briefly."

She watched Jesse trundle past the front window, pushing the mower, his hands encased in garden gloves. She smiled and found her hand automatically going to her crotch.

"Well, yes. Jesse told me about the dress code, and that everybody has to have first class manicures, and...no...I like the idea. I think it would be good for men to experience fine looking hands. But, yes, Jesse is resisting the idea. I decided it would be a good idea to liaise with you and see if you had any ideas, and...oh, okay. Well, that would be wonderful. In fact, that's quite brilliant. I'm sure he'll be relieved to find out that he doesn't have to wear fingernails to work...but I won't tell him. No. Not a word. Our secret."

She hung and smiled. She liked the feel of Margaret Trask, and she knew the lady would deliver. In a way, they were like birds of a feather. Alpha bitches, determined to get their way.

Jesse sped past the window again, determined to go fast, and get out of the sun before somebody came over and saw him wearing gloves, and wondered what he had on under them.

***

"Okay. You win." Lana said.

Jesse blinked. He rarely won an argument with his wife, and it felt good. In spite of the fact that he had so embarrassingly shot his load the night before.

"I do?"

"Yep. I know that when you really dig your heels in...well. You win."

So they ate dinner, and it being Sunday night, Lana took his nails off. And smiled the whole time.