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>[This fictional story got really long, much longer >than I intended. But I hope after the hours I spent >writing it, I hope at least some of you enjoy reading >it. I'm sure not all will, but that's fine. When ever >I worked on writing this story, I was always wearing a >girdle. I recommend wearing a favorite girdle while >reading it.] > >So hear you go, enjoy. > >This story picks up about six month's after my >sister-in-law Ashley, (not her real name) discovered >I had tried on her very lovely panty girdle. >Thankfully as far as I know, she didn't tell anyone >about it including my wife, we'll call her Susan. > > I can only imagine Susan's reaction if she knew I had >tried on her sisters underwear. At this point in >time, Susan was very aware I had a girdle fetish, but >didn't know I enjoyed wearing them. Nor did she >realize I had tried on her girdle several times in >private. A very nice white long leg panty girdle, >she wore the day we were married. > >Ashley and myself spent time "instant messaging" back >and forth occasionally. Sometimes the conversation >became somewhat sexual, but mostly it was just >harmless flirting. Except the one time I admitted >that I fantasized about being intimate with her while >she was wearing a girdle. She didn't respond. I >knew I had messed up bad. No matter what I did she >wouldn't talk to me. > >Over the past 6 months, Susan and myself got together >with Ashley and her husband Tom, a couple times to >have lunch. We lived over a hundred miles apart so >getting together was difficult. So we usually meet >somewhere, usually about half way. > >Needless to say I was nervous about getting together. > Actually I was terrified. I didn't know what >Ashley's attitude towards me was going to be. >Especially now that I had told her I imagined >hooking-up with her, not to mention trying on her >girdle at her parents house. There was nothing I >could do except just go and hope for the best. It >was the only option I had. > >Then early the next day, the day of our get-together, >I received an "IM" from Ashley. Fortunately Susan >was in the shower so I could read it without her >knowing. The message read. "Hi Bob, I'm picking >out something to wear today, I was thinking I could >wear the same dress and girdle that I wore "that" day >at my parents house. Would you like that?" > >I was extremely pleased to hear from Ashley, I could >hardly type. Apparently she wasn't upset with me >after all, I was so relieved. I replied, >"Absolutely, that would be great, you'll look >adorable." In a few seconds she replied, "Awww >that's sweet, see you soon." > >I sat there a few minutes to digest what had just >happened. I was so surprised, I hadn't heard from >Ashley in nearly 3 weeks. Now she's asking me what >to wear. I'm confused, but definitely not >complaining. > >My wife and myself were just about ready to hit the >road. Susan wore a sweater along with dress slacks >and a pair of control top pantyhose. I wore some >nice jeans and a western style shirt. In a few >minutes we were on the way to meet up with Susan's >sister and husband. > >As we drove I kept thinking about Ashley. I was >really looking forward to seeing her. Knowing she'd >be wearing a dress and her girdle would make this >visit special for me. The drive seemed to take >forever. Susan asked why I was so quiet. I just >told her I had a lot on my mind. > > I wasn't about to tell her I was becoming obsessed >with Ashley. I knew her sister was wearing a tight >panty girdle at this very moment, and was wearing it >to please me. > >Finally we arrived at the agreed location. Ashley >and Tom weren't there yet, so Susan and myself found a >table for four and had a seat. We sat across from >one another just because that's what we always do. >Oh it would be awesome if Ashley ended up sitting next >to me. > >After a few minutes Ashley came walking in with Tom. >Yes! She was wearing that same dress and she looked >fantastic. But the best part was what girdle she was >wearing. I knew it was tight, I knew just what >Ashley was feeling while wearing it. It was the >girdle I had tried on. > >Ashley had the same thought I had, she came right over >and sat next to me. She even scooted her chair a >little closer. Ashley looked amazing, I was so >pleased to see her. I so wanted to talk to Ashley, >but everything I wanted to say couldn't be said in >front of our spouses. I knew I had to control my >emotions. But it was hard. > >The four of us sat and talked for awhile. Just the >usual family stuff, like who had passed away, what >people were doing, oh and who had a baby. As I >talked to Tom for a few minutes, (He's not the >sharpest individual) I heard Susan ask her Ashley >why she went to the trouble to wore a dress. Ashley >simply replied she just felt like dressing up a little >for a change, and thought that today would be a good >opportunity. > >Susan agreed that getting dressed up occasionally was >nice, but didn't Ashley get tired of being in a >girdle all day? Ashley glanced in my direction, >then back to Susan. "No, actually I don't mind >wearing it, I enjoy looking nice." And that is all >that was said about it. I was glad, I didn't need >Ashley saying something like, "I dressed up for your >husband." That would be bad, and probably not end >well. > >The restaurant we were at had a buffet and that's what >we all usually have. Susan and Tom went first, >Ashley and myself stayed behind to keep an eye on >Susan's purse until they returned. I was glad to >get a few short minutes alone with Ashley. > >As soon as they went around the corner and out of >sight, Ashley grabbed my hand and placed it on her >upper thigh. "See Bob, I told you I'd wear it." >I could easily feel Ashley's long leg girdle firmly >hugging her thigh. As much as I loved what I was >feeling, after a few seconds, I quickly pulled my >hand from her leg. > >"Bob what's wrong? Is something wrong?" "Ashley, >nothing is wrong, but one of them could come around >the corner any second and see my hand was were it >shouldn't be." "Okay I guess you're right, but I >just thought it would probably be the only chance we'd >have." > >Just as I expected, Susan came around the corner with >Tom not far behind. As they walked towards us, Tom >was obviously checking out Susan's tight little butt. > Susan wasn't wearing a girdle but apparently her >control top pantyhose was doing it for him. His >eyes didn't leave Susan's bottom all the way back to >the table. > >Ashley and myself stood and headed to the buffet as >they sat down and began to eat. As Ashley and >myself took a plate and began picking out our favorite >foods, I was obsessed with knowing Ashley was moving >around the buffet with me while wearing a firm girdle. > Only the thin material of her dress was keeping me >from seeing Ashley in her girdle. > >I was so jealous of Ashley. I knew our visit would be >over soon, and Ashley would be on her way home >still wearing her girdle, and feeling it hugging her >body. I knew there was no chance I'd get to try it >on again, not this time. I was so worked up, I >couldn't resist the temptation. As we finished at the >buffet, I placed my hand on Ashley's waist and slowly >moved it down to her very firm bottom. She felt >incredible. > >Ashley looked at me smiling and quietly said, "Hey, >you better behave yourself." Then she pinched my >butt and headed back to the table. As we were >walking back to the table, Tom whispered something >into Susan's ear. Susan smiled. I had no idea >what he said, but it seemed to please her. > >We ate our fill. Then we sat around talking for >awhile. Eventually Susan said we should start home. > We all agreed and headed out to the parking lot. I >was disappointed, I had no idea when we might get >together again. After we said our goodbyes, Susan >and Tom hugged as Ashley hugged me. She felt >wonderful in my arms. > >In a few minutes we were on our way home. It's >nearly a 2 hour drive home, so lots of time to think. > Susan didn't say much, except she couldn't >understand why her sister would wear a dress. I >told her I had no idea, but I thought she looked very >nice. Perhaps not the smartest thing for me to say. > The two sisters have always been very competitive. > Susan gave me a funny look. > >Over the next few days I sure did miss Ashley. We >IM a few times but never about anything special. >Then I didn't hear anything for a couple days. >Then one day when I arrived home from work, Susan was >sitting at the kitchen table looking pretty upset. >I asked her what was the problem? I was scared that >she had somehow found out about me and Ashley's >girdle. > >"My uncle passed away." She said with tears in her >eyes. "Well honey, we knew he had health issues >right?" Susan nodded yes. "But I'm upset because >I can't go to the funeral." Why not, I'll take >you." "No, I can't go because I'll be out of town >on that business trip I told you about. I have to go >Bob! There's no way I can get out of it." > >I told Susan I was very sorry that it worked out that >way, but there was nothing we could do. After >awhile Susan calmed down some. I told her I'd take >her out to eat if that would make her feel better. >She agreed and went to freshen up. > >We went to her favorite restaurant and she began >talking about some memories she had with her uncle. >Talking about him seemed to help her feel better. >We ended up having a nice meal and headed home. > >As soon as we walked in the front door, the phone >started ringing. Susan answered it. I figured it >was probably Ashley, and it was her. I went in the >other room to let the two of them talk. It must of >been at least half an hour later, when Susan came and >sat down next to me. > >"Bob, how would you feel about taking Ashley to the >funeral?" "What? What about Tom?" "Oh Ashley >says he has a fishing trip planned with a couple >friends and can't take her. I know it's asked a lot >but would you drive up there and take her?" > >Of course I'd take her, but I didn't want to sound to >anxious. "Why can't she get a ride from a friend or >somebody?" "Bob, she really would like you to take >her, and if you go, at least one of us will be at the >funeral. I agreed and told Susan I'd be willing to >help out Ashley. Susan kissed me and thanked me for >understanding. > >After a couple hours of watching television we went to >bed. I tried to initiate making love, but Susan >declined. A simple kiss and cuddling was all she was >interested in. Seems like that's the case most of >the time lately. It's getting old. Eventually I >fell asleep unsatisfied, yet again. > >I woke up around 3AM and couldn't get back to sleep. > I finally just got up and sat at the computer. I >couldn't believe it, Ashley was awake and on IM. > >Me: "Hi, your up late." >Ashley: "Yeah couldn't sleep. How bout you? >Me: "Yeah me too. Sounds like we're going to a >funeral." >Ashley: "Yes guess so, I'm so glad you're willing to >take me." >Me: "Oh no worries, seeing you will be nice." >Ashley: "Aww you're so sweet, unlike the ass I'm >married too." >Me: "Whoa, what's wrong?" >Ashley: "It's just that he thinks it's more important >to go fishing with his buddies, that take his wife >to her uncle's funeral. Seems like I'm never >important." >Me: "Well Ashley, I know how you feel. I tried to >make love to your sister tonight and she wasn't >interested, same as always. It's been weeks." >Ashley: "Oh really, I'm sure you're very frustrated. > >Me: "Oh you have no idea, I don't have any idea >what's up with her." >Ashley: "Well if it helps any, I'll be wearing a >dress on Saturday, that's day after tomorrow." >Me: "That sounds wonderful, I look forward to it." >Ashley: " Me too, I enjoy dressing nice for someone >who appreciates it. Tom seems to not care." >Me: "I definitely appreciate it. You're adorable." >Ashley: "Awww thanks Bob, see you on Saturday, try >to get some sleep." >Me: "Good night. > >I went to bed and slept well. Talking with Ashley >was nice. Very nice." Friday just drug, I guess I >was really looking forward to seeing Ashley the next >day. Friday night, before going to bed, I got on >the computer. Ashley wasn't there. So I just >watched some YouTube videos. Sometimes you'll find a >really good on. I enjoy it, a great way to relax >after a long day. > >Then just before I was about to go to bed, Ashley came >online. Suddenly I wasn't tired anymore. >Ashley: "Hi, you're still up? >Me: "Yeah, I've been watching some YouTube videos >before going to bed. How about you? >Ashley: "Well I may of went shopping today." >Me: "Really? Buy anything?" >Ashley: "Yes, actually I did. I found a really cute >dress for tomorrow. And something to go under it." >Me: "Oh? Really? It wouldn't be a new girdle would >it? >Ashley: "Maybe. See you tomorrow." >And just like that, Ashley signed off. She's such >a tease sometimes. >I went to bed but didn't sleep very well. I needed >to get up around 6 AM. After I pick up Ashley, we'll >have another hour's drive before getting to the church >where the funeral is to be held. It was going to be >a long day. I ended up falling asleep I think >around 3AM. Soon the alarm went off and I rolled >myself out of bed, took a shower, and began getting >dressed. > >Susan had laid out my clothes for me as usual. I >guess I'm not capable of picking out my own clothes. > She likes to control everything, even what I'm >wearing. But I have absolutely no say in what she >might wear. Especially if it involves her wearing a >girdle. So I just put on what Susan had laid out, >it's easier that way. > >After a few minutes I was dressed and ready to get >underway. Before going out the door, Susan kissed >me and told me to behave myself. I really didn't >know why she would say that. She couldn't possibly >know that I've been flirting with her sister. I >just replied with a sarcastic, "Yeah right okay." > >Finally I was in the car heading to Ashley's house. >As I drove, I became more and more anxious the closer >I got to her house. I imagined what her new dress >might look like, something very stylish I'm sure. >Then there's the new girdle she apparently bought to >go with the dress. I can only imagine what girdle >she might be wearing. I'm sure it's something tight >and sexy. I have no idea if she'll let me see her in >it or not, but I sure would love too. Maybe she'll >take it off and let me see it. Kinda like what >happened at her parents house. > >All this fantasizing made the miles just melt away. >Before I knew it, I had about 10 miles to go and >would only be about 10 minutes late. I couldn't >wait to see Ashley, Suddenly I was pulling in her >driveway. I figured I'd do the right thing and go >to her door, rather than just beep the horn. > >I rang the doorbell, and after a moment's wait, the >door opened and there stood Ashley. Looking as >beautiful as ever. Ashley took me by the hand and >while pulling me inside said, "You're late." Then >kissed me very passionately while holding her body >against mine. > >"Whoa girl, I don't think we should be doing that." >I pulled away but kept my hand around her waist. >"Ashley you look stunning, I love your new dress." >"Oh thanks, I hoped you'd like it. Maybe if you're >really good, you'll get to check out my new girdle >before you go home." > >I reached down and made a half hearted attempt to pull >Ashley's dress up a little. Ashley quickly batted my >hands away, "Not now silly, we have to get going or >we'll be late." As we walked to the car, I admired >Ashley's new dress and how it closely hugged her >figure. Wow, it's going to be hard to keep my hands >off her. Especially after that kiss she just gave >me. > >I opened the car door and watched as Ashley got in. >I saw shear pantyhose and open toed heels as her dress >rode up her thigh, but not enough to get a glimpse of >her girdle. As I helped Ashley with her seatbelt she >kissed me on the cheek and said, "black." "What? >I looked at her puzzled. "It's black! My girdle is >black." "Oh okay, I like black, is it tight?" "Of >course it's tight silly, it's a girdle." > >I went around the to the drivers side and got in. >Ashley looked so nice sitting there, really nice. I >couldn't help but wonder what the rest of the day >might bring. As we drove I kept looking over at >Ashley. She looked back at me and smiled. "What! > Is there something wrong Bob?" "No there's nothing >wrong Ashley." > >I reached over and teasingly pull the hem of her dress >up a little. "You know Bob, Susan needs to take >better care of you." Ashley raised her dress just >enough so her girdle showed a bit. Just some black >lace but it was so hot she was willing to show me. >Then she took my hand and moved it up the leg of her >girdle. I felt something, "Ashley, is that a >garter I feel? Are you wearing stockings?" "Yes I >am, do you like them Bob?" "Oh yeah, I love the way >they feel." > >After a few more minutes, we pulled into the church >parking lot and found a parking spot not to far from >the front door. Before getting out of the car, >Ashley reached under her dress, and adjusted her >stockings up a bit. It was so sensual to watch. >Ashley is so sexy and feminine. > >The parking lot was nearly full. It hopped we'd find >a place to sit. After going inside the usher told >us the only seating available was upstairs in the >balcony. I quickly discovered Ashley is scared of >heights. As we went upstairs, Ashley clung to me >tightly, As you might expect, I didn't mind >whatsoever. Fortunately we found a place to sit but >Ashley continued to be nervous about the height and >wasn't about to let go of my arm. > >The service was very nice but seemed to go on forever. > I felt sorry for Ashley not being comfortable with >the height, but she did begin to relax some as time >passed. When the funeral was over I helped Ashley >downstairs as she clung to me once again. We >decided not to stay for the lunch afterwards since I >had a long drive home. > >Once we made it back to the car, I opened Ashley's >door and helped her get in. Then like before, helped >with her seatbelt. After I got in the car, Ashley >thanked me for helping her. I told her no worries >and I was sorry we weren't able to sit on the main >floor. Ashley took my hand in hers and asked, >"Are you always this sweet?" I replied without >thinking, "Only when I'm with a beautiful woman." >Ashley smiled and looked at me with her big blue eyes. > I wanted to kiss her but I couldn't hardly kiss my >sister-in-law with her family around. I started the >car and headed out. Once we were out of town, Ashley >took my hand and placed it on her lap. I could feel >her girdle and a garter. She kept her hand over >mine. We drove most of the way to Ashley's house >this way. It was a constant reminder that Ashley was >wearing a long leg girdle. > >The further we went the more apprehensive I became. >What would happen when we arrived at Ashley's home? >Would she invite me in? Does Ashley expect us to >become intimate? Am I willing to allow that to >happen? The only thing I knew for sure...... I >wanted to be with her. > >As we pulled into her driveway, my heart was pounding. > Ashley began to say something, I waited to hear >her. "Bob, you should come in for awhile before you >head home, I can make some coffee." Against my >better judgement I agreed. I knew this would most >likely be the only time we'd ever have to be alone >together. I didn't know what might happen but I >really couldn't resist finding out. > >I followed Ashley in the house. As soon as the door >shut behind us, Ashley turned and kissed me. "That's >for taking such good care of me today." "Ashley, >it was my pleasure." Ashley headed to the kitchen >to start coffee. I followed her and sat on a stool >at the kitchens island. It was so enjoyable June >watching her moving around the kitchen. > >Then she walked over and turn her back to me. "Bob, >I want to get out of this dress and tight girdle, >would you unzip me please." I did what Ashley asked >and she disappeared down the hallway towards the >bedroom. In a few minutes she came out wearing a >big white fluffy robe that nearly reached to the >floor. She had her girdle in her hand and gave it >to me. "Here you can check it out , but you can't >put it on, at least not yet. > >Ashley's girdle felt somewhat heavy in my hands, and >the material had a nylon feel to it. The waistband >was at least two inches wide, about the same width as >the lace around the hem of both legs. Inside each >leg were two metal garters, one in front and one in >back. It looked like the girdle was at least double >thickness and possibly triple in front. It was >beautiful. > > Ashley took my hand and led me to the living room. >We sat on the sofa and Ashley snuggled up close. >After we kissed she laid her head on my shoulder and >very quietly said, "Bob, I think we should make >love, I want you." "Oh Ashley that sounds >wonderful but"........Before I could finish Ashley >covered my mouth with her hand. Then she stood, >untied her robe, and let it fall to the floor. >Ashley stood in front of me wearing some lacy panties >and a matching bra. > >Ashley held her hand out to me. "Bob this is >probably the only chance we're going to have, please >come and make love to me." I knew it was wrong, but >Ashley looked amazing, and I'm only human. >I stood, took Ashley in my arms, and kissed her >deeply. I couldn't possibly resist her. Ashley >took my hand and led me to her bedroom. My heart was >pounding. I couldn't believe want was about to >happen. There was no turning back now, my lust was >controlling me. I folded Ashley's sexy girdle and >laid it on the bed. I hoped I'd have the chance to >try it on before going home. I knew it would have >to feel amazing. > >Quickly getting undressed, I climbed into bed with >Ashley . After some very enjoyable foreplay, >Ashley removed her panties and I mounted her. After >we joined together, we made some beautiful >passionate love. Ashley felt amazing, beyond my >wildest dreams. >After a few minutes, it was over. I had just been >intimate with my sister-in-law, for the first time. >Something I had fantasized about for a long time, but >never dreamed it would ever happen. And as wrong as >it was, I have to say I didn't regret being with her, >not at all. It was bound to happen eventually. >Ashley and I both wanted it. > >After we both recovered for a few minutes, Ashley >took her girdle and handed it to me, "Here Bob, I >know you want to try it on." I kissed Ashley, "Are >you sure you don't mind? It's new." "Oh Bob, we >just did something very special, just put it on and >come cuddle with me." > >After hesitating for a few moments, I stepped into >Ashley's girdle and began working it up while she >watched. I was self conscious putting on a girdle >in front of her, but my excitement quickly over >shadowed my embarrassment. With a little more >tugging I was wearing Ashley's girdle and running my >hands over it. The one she wore with me all day. >It felt amazing, definitely more firm than her last >girdle. > > I wasted no time crawling back into bed with Ashley. > "So, sweetheart, you look adorable, how does it >feel to wear your sister-in-law's girdle." "It >feels fantastic, thank you." "Awww your welcome >sweetie. You know, I thought it felt really nice >too. Even after wearing it all day, it felt pretty >tight, but not to tight." > >While wearing Ashley's girdle we cuddled and did a >little light petting. "Ashley I really do need to >head home, Susan is going to wonder why I'm running >late." "Yes your probably right, but I wish you >could stay." "Oh me too, I really don't want to >take your girdle off." I ran my hand over Ashley's >girdle enjoying all the sensual sensation of wearing >it. "I'm sorry Bob, but I'm afraid you have too, >I'm planning on wearing it too church tomorrow." I >was disappointed, Ashley would be wearing her girdle >tomorrow and I wouldn't be here with her. I began to >get up. > >"Bob stop, There was a long silence, I'm sure we were >both thinking the same thing. Ashley spoke first. >"I don't want you to leave, please stay the night >with me." Ashley pulled me back onto the bed with >her. "Call Susan and make up some excuse why you >can't go home till tomorrow, tell her anything." >"Oh Ashley, I want to, but I can't. > >I stood and reluctantly pulled Ashley's girdle down. >After handing it to her I got dressed. Ashley >slipped back into her fluffy robe and walked me to the >door. We kissed deeply as we hugged. As I was >about to leave, Ashley said, "Wait right here lover, >I'll be back." Ashley disappeared down the hallway. > After a couple minutes she returned. She had her >old girdle in her hand. "Here, you can take this >with you. Just don't let Susan see it." > >"Really Ashley? Are you serious?" Of course, if >you get to missing me, you could put it on, or at >least snuggle with it." "I kissed Ashley and >thanked her again. In a few minutes, I was in the >car heading home with Ashley's girdle laying across my >lap. I had a lot to think about as I drove. Like >where am I going to hide Ashley's girdle when I get >home.

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