TheIntrepidBoyager
Kinkster
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- Jul 20, 2025
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My wife invites our neighbor/friend over and the two of them are chatting and laughing and generally having a nice time. They both love my cooking and when I hear one of them make a comment about getting hungry, I quietly slip into the kitchen and start prepping something.
I can hear the ladies getting a little louder and their laughter grows more frequent. They're imbibing and it's starting to show a bit. It just makes me smile, happy they are having a nice time.
I emerge from the kitchen to let my wife taste test whatever I'm working on. The two are surprised I've been cooking, as if they'd not even notice my absence from the room. My wife says it's good, needs a little salt and then tells me to let Kathy try some. I go back into the kitchen and as I'm getting another spoonful, my wife calls out, "And you better be wearing your apron when you come out this time." I often wear an apron with no clothes underneath and she loves it. I'm thinking she wants to start teasing us both with just the notion. Although still clothed, the apron will be our little inside thing, a bit of a flirt and maybe a signal of what is to come when Kathy goes home.
I dutifully don my heavy, brown canvas apron and step back into the living room to give Kathy her taste test. My wife says in a very serious tone, a tone I know too well, "What are you doing?"
I stop where I am, my heart sinks, surely she doesn't mean...I shrug sheepishly... Holding the spoon up in one hand with my other hand cupped under it to catch drips.
A pause hangs in the air. Kathy looks confused as my wife and I lock eyes. She raises an eyebrow, "I said your apron. Just your apron. Kathy loves your cooking, you might as well show her how you really do it."
Kathy's mouth opens in disbelief but there is no mistaking the devious smile curling at the corners.
I gulped and slink back to the kitchen. I slowly undress. My heart thunders in my chest as the cool air slips over my bare bottom. I slip the apron strap over my head. I'm insanely nervous but so intensely turned on. I can't let Kathy see me fully naked. Surely she won't make me do that. Right? Right?!
I return to the living room and Kathy gasps and laughs nervously but with no lack of enthusiasm. My wife smiles, pleased with my obedience but also at knowing what I'm going through. Kathy gives her approval to tasting and now I must turn and go back to the kitchen. My naked bottom on full display.
I hear both ladies roar with laughter and cat calls and taunts follow me as I leave the room.
I bring them both drinks and say food will be ready soon.
"Great," my wife begins, "No apron for service."
Kathy gasps before again laughing and woo-hooing in encouragement.
I'm trembling in both shear panic yet deviant, deep desire.
I make up their plates and the with a heavy swallow, I pull the apron strap back over my head and hang it up. I'm fully naked now. My completely smooth shaven genitals have nowhere to hide. My penis shrinks and tries to retreat inside of me. It only makes the situation so much more horrifyingly embarrassing. Just what she wants. Just what she knows I want.
She calls asking what is taking me so long. With a gulp I re-emerge into the living room. Again the laughter and taunts only this time Kathy blurts out, "Oh my goodness! It's so tiny! And bald! It looks like a little boy dick!"
I want to stomp back into the kitchen. To end the scorching humiliation but then my wife comments on how my little dick is starting to get hard and they both have yet another hearty laugh.
With trembling hands, I serve them their plates and my wife instructs me to stand off to the side and act as their server. Hands at my side she commands.
I can hear the ladies getting a little louder and their laughter grows more frequent. They're imbibing and it's starting to show a bit. It just makes me smile, happy they are having a nice time.
I emerge from the kitchen to let my wife taste test whatever I'm working on. The two are surprised I've been cooking, as if they'd not even notice my absence from the room. My wife says it's good, needs a little salt and then tells me to let Kathy try some. I go back into the kitchen and as I'm getting another spoonful, my wife calls out, "And you better be wearing your apron when you come out this time." I often wear an apron with no clothes underneath and she loves it. I'm thinking she wants to start teasing us both with just the notion. Although still clothed, the apron will be our little inside thing, a bit of a flirt and maybe a signal of what is to come when Kathy goes home.
I dutifully don my heavy, brown canvas apron and step back into the living room to give Kathy her taste test. My wife says in a very serious tone, a tone I know too well, "What are you doing?"
I stop where I am, my heart sinks, surely she doesn't mean...I shrug sheepishly... Holding the spoon up in one hand with my other hand cupped under it to catch drips.
A pause hangs in the air. Kathy looks confused as my wife and I lock eyes. She raises an eyebrow, "I said your apron. Just your apron. Kathy loves your cooking, you might as well show her how you really do it."
Kathy's mouth opens in disbelief but there is no mistaking the devious smile curling at the corners.
I gulped and slink back to the kitchen. I slowly undress. My heart thunders in my chest as the cool air slips over my bare bottom. I slip the apron strap over my head. I'm insanely nervous but so intensely turned on. I can't let Kathy see me fully naked. Surely she won't make me do that. Right? Right?!
I return to the living room and Kathy gasps and laughs nervously but with no lack of enthusiasm. My wife smiles, pleased with my obedience but also at knowing what I'm going through. Kathy gives her approval to tasting and now I must turn and go back to the kitchen. My naked bottom on full display.
I hear both ladies roar with laughter and cat calls and taunts follow me as I leave the room.
I bring them both drinks and say food will be ready soon.
"Great," my wife begins, "No apron for service."
Kathy gasps before again laughing and woo-hooing in encouragement.
I'm trembling in both shear panic yet deviant, deep desire.
I make up their plates and the with a heavy swallow, I pull the apron strap back over my head and hang it up. I'm fully naked now. My completely smooth shaven genitals have nowhere to hide. My penis shrinks and tries to retreat inside of me. It only makes the situation so much more horrifyingly embarrassing. Just what she wants. Just what she knows I want.
She calls asking what is taking me so long. With a gulp I re-emerge into the living room. Again the laughter and taunts only this time Kathy blurts out, "Oh my goodness! It's so tiny! And bald! It looks like a little boy dick!"
I want to stomp back into the kitchen. To end the scorching humiliation but then my wife comments on how my little dick is starting to get hard and they both have yet another hearty laugh.
With trembling hands, I serve them their plates and my wife instructs me to stand off to the side and act as their server. Hands at my side she commands.
