If you read Part II, you'll remember that I took my new boyfriend, Malcolm Bentley, to shop at Mrs. French's lingerie and corset shop. I knew that he would become extremely excited by watching me try on girdle after girdle but I was pleasantly surprised when, during the inevitable love play that followed the fashion show, his love hole became more and more aroused by the kisses and fingering that Jan, my favorite girdle girl clerk, and I gave him so that he finally begged to be fucked.
I was even more surprised when Jan, who I always had thought was a strictly bottom girl, proudly rolled a lubricated rubber over her small but nicely swollen clit and I guided it toward Malcolm's well greased cunt. He was bent over the chair as I leaned down and kissed him with my lips, still cummy from his last orgasm.
"Are you ready to be a real girl, darling?"
"Oh, yes! I want it so badly."
"And while Jan is fucking you, I'll suck you."
He seemed to hesitate, so I said, "What is it, dear? Are you worried about something?"
"It's not that," he said softly. "I just want to feel completely feminine. Can I put on a girdle and have Jan fuck me while I'm wearing it."
Jan laughed and said, "Silly me. Here I am a seller of girdles and I didn't think of that. Of course, you can, Malcolm! It will be so much sexier for me that way too."
I was so happy to hear what Malcolm had said. He wanted to be a real girdle girl and not just an admirer. I asked, "Do you know what kind you'd like, lover?"
"I think a fairly short open bottom girdle would be best, so I don't have to unfasten the rear garters. Nice and firm, of course."
"Oooh," said Jan, ever the salesgirl, "I have a nice Rago 1357 that is just thirteen inches and it is so pretty and feminine." Jan's rubber clad clit was still stiff and ready but she went to the merchandise table and found the garment and handed it to Malcolm. "Here, pull this on and I'll find you some lovely seamed stockings. This is so much fun."
Malcolm fondled the lovely little girdle, pressed the fabric against his cheek and then sucked one of the dangling garters. I could see he was in ecstasy. Then he stepped into the girdle, pulled it over his hips and into place. His eyes glowed with pleasure as the girdle caressed his hips and pressed against his upraised cock. "It feels so wonderful, "he said, "but I'd better get my bone out from the girdle right away before it brings on my spurts."
He sat on the chair and I rolled the stockings up his shapely legs, straightened the seams and attached the garters. Jan was right; the girdle was lovely and short enough that his cunt hole would be accessible when he bent over the chair, which he now did.
"One more thing," he said. "Sylvia, darling, I love it when you suck me but, if I'm going to be a real girdle girl, like you and Jan, I want to suck your clit and have you cum in my mouth while Jan is fucking me."
"Oh, darling, I'd be so thrilled to feel your lips around my clit while I watch Jan's clit sliding into your girdled bottom."
With that I positioned myself on a stool that put my clit in front of his sweet face and Jan gently eased herself into my lover boy, about to become a full-fledged girdle girl. Jan moved slowly and patiently, skillfully overcoming Malcolm's virginal reactions. He was licking and mouthing my clit with growing passion and, then, I felt Jan push into him a bit further and looked down to see a pearl of love cream at the end of his bobbing clit. Jan had reached his gland and the pressure of her fucking thrust had forced out a drop of feminine juice.
Malcolm opened his mouth and took out my clit for a moment and I heard him moan, "Oh, yes, Jan, fuck my girdled cunt. I'm in heaven." I glanced down and saw that he was jacking himself in rhythm to Jan's thrusts.
"You're a wonderful girdle fuck, Malcolm, " Jan said, "I'm almost ready. Sylvia, honey, how are you doing?"
Then Malcolm reached up and jacked me with smooth strokes as took me deeper into his mouth and I could see that he was jacking himself with the other hand. I couldn't help being excited at the thrill of having him suck me off as we each watched the beautiful design and fabric of our girdles. Suddenly, I knew my spasms were about to start and I heard Jan cry out, "Yes, yes, squeeze me, make me squirt." I looked down and saw that Malcolm had started to spurt and we were all three coming together.
As his lips, mouth and throat received my love cum, I could hear Jan almost sobbing with joy as she shot huge gobs into the rubber with spasm after spasm. It was a long minute before she finally pulled out and I could see how full of white love cream the rubber was. She smiled gratefully, "I really needed that, girls."
When Malcolm stood up, he glowed with happiness, gave me and Jan a long kiss filled with my cum and then begged to empty Jan's rubber down his throat.
After that, Jan fitted Malcolm with a Rago 1294 to match mine, an all-in-one and two bras, a long-line and an underwire, plus a set of forms. He bought me five new girdles and three bras. Of course, all this took a lot of trying on and fitting and all three of us girdle girls found our clits in a state of constant arousal. When Malcolm tried on the long-leg all-in-one, his clit bone slid out through the split crotch and Jan and I were so thrilled at the sight that we gave him a double suck and enjoyed a cum load together. It was so gratifying for us to have introduced Malcolm so completely into the joys of shared girdle love.
On the ride back to my apartment, I asked Malcolm how he felt after our afternoon of girdles and sex.
"Oh, God, Sylvia, it was an experience that I never dreamed was possible. I love you and the whole girdle life so much. What am I going to do?"
"Well, first of all, I can't keep calling you Malcolm when I know that beneath that business suit you're wearing a bra, open bottom girdle and stockings. What name would you like for your new personality?"
He thought for a moment and said, "Do you like Melissa? I think that's sort of sweet and feminine."
"I love it, dearest. I think Melissa is sort of sexy, too, just the way you are."
"But I have a problem," he frowned. "I can't let my wife know about Melissa."
"Yes, I understand completely. You must go slowly and carefully. You can keep your girdles and things at my apartment and just keep the one you're wearing at your office."
"Sylvia, darling, you are so wonderful to me. Are you sure you're not angry that I won't leave my wife for you?"
"Melissa, honey, we all have to live in the real world. Buy, perhaps you're wife would like to join us sometime for a lesbian thrill?"
"I'd love it if she would, but she always acts so conservative and straight."
I thought for a minute and finally said, "I have an idea. I know you like art but does your wife share your appreciation?"
"Yes, what did you have in mind?"
"Allesandro is having a party for some artist friends of ours. If your wife would come to the party, we might be able to arrange something special by way of TV art and we can see how interested she might become."
"I trust you, Sylvia, as much as I love you."
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