On my Lap by Sweety Sharma

 

We were having dinner in a restaurant when some of his friends walked in. We did our meet and greet, but soon found out that, the restaurant was almost full. Since there were three of them and only 2 empty chairs left, they were asked to wait. But that’s when my husband Varun, simply tapped on his lap by looking at me.

     I looked around. His friends were smiling. Even some other people in the restaurant were looking at us. Had it been a private moment, asking your wife to sit on your lap would have led to some really intimately romantic evening. But in a public place, a restaurant full of people – that too when the three other people at your table, except your husband are all men – you feel like a stripper or one of those cheap bar waitresses, who would sit on your lap for some extra tip. To my misery, none of the tables were getting vacant any sooner. So, sitting on my husband’s lap for the remaining 60 minutes or so, while he couldn’t keep his hands off my rear and thighs, became the most humiliating experience.

     I thought, maybe he does realise, and trying to act normal and also will probably say sorry later on, but to my shock, he didn’t say anything like that. In fact, when we were driving back and even when we reached home, he was smirking and smiling all the time, like we had the best date night ever. I didn’t want the day to end with a fight, so I tried to keep my actual feelings to myself. I tried to forget about it and was able to do that for a couple of weeks until one evening, when he came back from work.

     I was relaxing in his favourite lazy boy recliner, while watching a serial on the TV, when he came and asked me to take the other chair. I was about to, but that restaurant incident suddenly came in front of my eyes. So, I just winked at him and tapped on my lap. He laughed at first, but then saw it on my face that I was serious. He turned around to leave, when I just pulled him by his wrist and he fell on my lap. He had a habit of lounging in his boxers and vest only. So, while he was on my lap, my satin gown was caressing his half naked thighs. Thus, I took a part of my gown and covered his thighs with it.

How was your day, Veronica baby? While rubbing my palms all over his thighs, I jokingly said.

He looked at me clueless, when I whispered his ears in a seductive voice. “I thought you believe that, a wife’s place is on her husband’s lap. So, now that you’re sitting on mine, maybe we should call you by a name that suits a wife. What say, Veronica?”

     He was clearly affected by all this, but to hide it all, he gave me a bored look and tried to get up and leave. But I wasn’t going to let him get rid of it so easily. I pulled his almost shoulder length hair back by my left hand and my right hand went inside his vest to play with his nipples. No matter how much he struggled, his body was giving all the green signals. His aroused nipples, goosebumps and arched-in back were all exciting me even more. But after a few minutes, he applied all his masculine power to get out of the awkward position.

What are you even trying to do, Mini? I am not your wife. I am your husband. Your place is on my lap, not the other way round. Just like the other day in the restaurant; he screamed.

I was waiting for this. I was waiting for him to recall that incident and when he did, I told him what I had been thinking. “Yes, like the other day in the restaurant when you humiliated me like a sex toy in front of your friends and 50 other strangers. That’s exactly why I think that, only when you feel the way I felt, will you realise what you did wrong. Because clearly you still think I was enjoying it.”

He started laughing. “So, you think by making me sit on your lap and playing with my body, you will be able to humiliate me back? Is that your revenge?”

I couldn’t believe! He was so short sighted. So, I tried to trap him in his own words only. “Yes, that’s exactly what I thought. And guess what, you crumpled in my embrace back there like a timid girl. Your eyes were closed, your nipples hard and you were getting goosebumps with just the touch of my silk. But unlike I thought, you seemed to be enjoying it, but now you are trying to deny it.”

He started laughing again, but I could clearly see the fear and embarrassment behind, so I poked further. “If you are saying that, I am wrong to think that way, give me one chance and I bet you will be requesting me to let you sit on my lap the next time. I challenge you! Just one day, you sit on my lap whenever you are not in bed and the next day you will yourself come and sit on my lap. Or just get ready, let’s go out dining and tonight you sit on my lap in front of the whole restaurant, say sorry, and I will never mention it again.”

He kept thinking now, but I wasn’t going to step back. So I pushed harder. “Tell me, Veronica! One day on my lap at home or an hour on my lap in a restaurant full of people?”

     I wanted him to choose one day instead of one hour, because I knew he would never be ready to do it in front of the public. Male ego is that fragile. Which is why I made the second option sound like no option at all.

Finally, he broke and said, “Fine, one day on your lap at home.”

He chuckled and continued. “You better do some sit-ups, because I don’t think you will be able to carry my weight for so long. You are going to surrender in less than an hour.”

I wish he knew what I had in mind. Because I wasn’t going to make him sit on my lap for a day. I was going to make those few hours of sitting on my lap feel like a day for him. So, when he asked ‘when do we start’, I smiled and answered. “Whenever you are ready, Veronica.”

He was about to say “I am ready” when I cut him short. “I mean wives usually take long time to get ready. And it’s your first time, so all the more special.”

He looked confused when I simply took him to the dressing room. “The deal is to make you feel exactly how I felt back in the restaurant. For that, you will have to dress up exactly like me. Fair and square! Right? Unless you still want to opt for that one hour on my lap in the restaurant. There you can wear your male clothes, I don’t mind, but will you be able to handle 50 pairs of eyes piercing you, while you sit on your wife’s lap and enjoy the food and the fondling?”

Finally, he chose what I wanted him to choose. “OK fine, Mini! One day at home on your lap, dressed like you. But your clothes are not going to fit me. No way!”

I smiled because I had it all planned. “You don’t need to worry about that. Just go to the dressing and wait for me.”

When I joined him in the dressing room, I could see that he was expecting me to bring some clothes. I used his confusion to tease him. “Someone is so excited to see his first dress.” He turned pink instantly.

     I had him sit in front of the vanity mirror. But for his makeup session to go as I wanted it to, I had to make sure that he acts docile all the while. So, I had to begin with something that would immediately suppress his masculine thoughts and acts. I opened a cupboard, just next to the table and produced a pair of satin black bra and panties.

I handed him the pair and asked, “Would you please change into these already? You don’t want your clothes to get any stains. I can leave if you think you will be able to manage or help if you think otherwise. But just hurry up.”

     Very slowly and reluctantly, he started taking off his clothes. Once in his underwear, it seemed he was beginning to get second thoughts. So, I just went closer and whispered in his ears. “It’s okay, darling. Nothing I haven’t seen before.” And while saying so, I left a soft blow of my hot breath to tickle his neck and command his senses. I put a finger in the waistband of his underwear and pulled it down. Soon, he was standing completely naked in front of me. But unlike our love sessions, he was shy today. I took the bra and held it out for him to put his arms through the straps. As he did, I hugged him while securing the hook at the back. But I made sure as I did so, my hands ran along every inch of his bra, starting from the straps and coming forward and down to his bra cups. I even cupped his imaginary breasts a little like I was giving him a boob job. As the satin caressed his body and a sensory overload clouded his thinking, I knelt and took the panties and had him step into the leg holes. I took all the sweet time sliding the panties all the way up. Again as I left the waistband, I cupped his bumps and even gave a slap. He jumped and I giggled.

     Now the first thing I did was to restrict his moments. I started painting his nails in deep red colour, while explaining him how as if he was going to do it himself the next time. After painting all his 20 fingers and drying, I gave him sheer black stockings. And then came the heels. Black velvet pumps with 3 inch heels. I looked up and he was staring at his bra. I quietly opened one of the drawers and then snapped him out of his dream world. I then inserted breast forms into his bra cups. This clearly was making him uncomfortable. But I kept at it.

     I intentionally decreased the temperature of the AC making him feel cold. As he was rubbing his upper arms with his hands and his legs began to cross, I smiled inside. I got up and took out my satin black heavily laced dressing robe and offered it to him. He quietly held out his arms and as I tied the waist belt on the front, I took all the time in the world to embrace his satin clad body while fondling with his breasts with one hand and playing with his exposed naval with the other. For the first time in the session, he moaned like a girl. I was so happy inside that, if this is how he is reacting now, he has no clue how he is going to feel when he is going to spend a day on my lap all dolled up.

     Without wasting anymore time, I started doing his hair. As he had always taken good care of them using almost every product I would bring home for my hair, his was only shoulder length but the volume was a lot fuller than mine. I brushed and brushed and brushed them back for about 100 times before making a centre partition and tying them into a nice juicy bun with lots of bob pins.

     Now, it was time for his face. Obviously, I couldn’t go all the way and arch his eyebrows but I tried giving them little trim, saying that I am just tidying them up. He was already clean shaved, so I didn’t have to do anything about that. I tried to conceal all the blemishes of a typical male skin, gave a nice foundation and just enough contouring towards the cheek bones to underplay his masculine jawline. I tried to match his skin tone as much as possible with the beige blouse I had ironed for him. He has really big eyes and surprisingly longer lashes than even I have. Thus, I couldn’t stop myself from giving him nice smokey eye shadow with long strokes of liner and a thick coat of mascara. I used the curler to highlight them as much as possible. In my heart, I was screaming why didn’t God give me such beautiful eyes. In the end, I gave him three rich coats of deep red lipstick and some gloss to make them glitter.

     I swear I am not into women, but right now, I was having a huge crush on this girl in front of my eyes. I wanted to jump on her, make love to her and spoil her makeup, but controlled myself, thinking about the day ahead.

     It was now the time for his dress, but before that, I couldn’t just not take a picture of this masterpiece. So, I took out my phone and clicked a few candid pictures of my wife to be, while she was trying to hide but just didn’t know how and where. Only when I clicked a picture from the back to capture his reflection in the mirror, I realized that the robe I gave him and had the word ‘bride’ embroidered on the back.

     Now was the time for the dress. When I showed him, he had “no way” expression on his face. It was my office clothes – an air hostess uniform from five years ago when I used to be a little heavier than I now am. So, I knew the size would be perfect for my lean and skinny husband. The uniform had a beige button down blouse with short puffed ribbed sleeves, curved hem and shirt like collar that extended into a tie. Along came a black satin knee length pencil skirt with a rear zip closure and a very small slit at the back and faux shiny beige buttons on the front just for decoration.

     So first came the skirt! And as the satin hugged his legs, while forcing him to shorten his stride and restrict his movement, he was like a bird trapped in a golden cage. He was loving it but fighting it as well. Then came the blouse, which hugged his new curves much more sexily than I had thought, like it was stitched around his body. The blouse was nicely tucked in the waist of the skirt. But I wanted this air hostess to look more like a bar girl. So I just left the top two buttons of the blouse open giving a sneak peek into the cleavage and the beautiful lace of his satin black bra.

     Now before I got carried away by the beauty of this air hostess, I wanted to complete my job. So, now came something that was about to make him run away and I needed an extra hand. Just when I thought, the bell rang. Poor Veronica wanted to run, but the heels and the pencil skirt won’t let that happen. In fact, I held her hand and walked her outside to answer the door. On revolting, I showed him my trump card. The pictures in my phone that were waiting to be uploaded on the internet. Veronica decided to follow the orders and breathing heavily, opened the door. It was my best friend Neetu. She saw Veronica and hugged her instantly. After she was done screaming out of joy, she calmed down and asked me why I had called her. So very smartly, Neetu offered that we should all grab a drink first. She went to the mini bar and made a drink for all three of us, obviously spiking Veronica’s drink.

     Soon after, Veronica was finding it hard to stand or realise what’s happening, like she was dozing off. That’s when Neetu and I took him back to the vanity and Neetu took out her piercing gun. So, about Neetu, she is a jewellery designer and a part-time tattoo/piercing artist. Neetu applied some solution on the ear lobes of Veronica and without waiting, punched a hole. Veronica screamed in pain but was still not in complete senses. Neetu took advantage and did the same with the other ear as well. Same result but we pretty much had the situation in control. Then she looked at me and tapped on her nose. As much as the offer was attractive, I was calculating the risk involved in what would happen later on when Veronica is completely conscious. But I thought maybe now or never and nodded. Neetu applied the solution on Veronica’s left nostril and with all her courage, punched a hole. This time, the pain was excruciating, almost brought Veronica back in senses. But to suppress his pain and calm down a little, we offered him another drink with a pain killer.

     As a result, Veronica passed out and while she was asleep, Neetu and I took the opportunity to decorate her with all kinds of jewellery, but keeping the look of an air hostess in mind. So a couple of sleek gold bangles in one hand and a gold bracelet in the other. Tear drop earrings with beige coloured stones. A matching pendant with gold chain and a nose ring with a similar beige stone. A couple of rings and an ornate pin to decorate the bun. And lastly, the air hostess cap in similar black satin with beige detailing around the edges. To ensure the cap doesn’t fall off, we secured it on Veronica’s head with a pin attached to the hair.

     A couple of hours later, Veronica woke up, a bit in pain and slowly realizing what’s happening. She found her in a restaurant built on the theme of airlines. So all the seats were just like we have on flights. But what’s more important is that she found herself sitting on my lap dressed as an air hostess with one of my hands inside her blouse caressing her breasts and the other playing with her waist.

Not only this, the moment she began to revolt, a waitress who was also dressed like an air hostess approached and helped Veronica up saying, “Sweetheart, you can earn the tip later. For now, it’s time for you to serve the guests. We are short of staff today. Now hurry up and bring your sexy ass to the kitchen.”

     It was all happening so suddenly that Veronica couldn’t even refuse. Because that would mean risk of revealing his true identity in the middle of a restaurant. At the same time, playing along would mean getting humiliated not just by her husband, but also by several other men in the restaurant she was about to serve. And that’s exactly what happened.

     That night, Neetu and I saw poor, sexy Veronica run from table to table with her feet aching in 3 inch heels, legs restricted by the tight pencil skirt, and bra straps cutting into the skin. And each time she walked past, most men were running their hands on her ass, waist and breasts. One of them even pulled her onto his lap and even though she tried to pull away, he kissed her on the lips and stuck a 500 rupee note in her bra.

Veronica finally came running to me and pleaded to take her home, but I smiled. “You just enjoyed sitting on one lap. 9 more laps and we will go home. Now, I am leaving it to you that, if you will wait for the those men to grab you or you will go by yourself and offer your services. You can make some money too that way. 500 for a kiss, 1000 for letting them touch your boobs and 2000 to give them a hand job maybe.”

     In the next one hour, we saw her cry and get humiliated by several men in the restaurant. By the time, she got back to us, her bra was filled with money, like the notes were almost falling out. We took her to the restroom, redid her makeup, put all the tip she had made into a purse and handed it to her. We came out and took the table. As I offered Veronica a chair, she came and sat on my lap. Our food arrived and she started feeding me with her own hands while my hands started playing with her. When I was about to pay the bill, she stopped me and paid with the money she had earned.

We walked out of the restaurant and started walking towards our car. I asked, “Where would you like to sit?”

Veronica looked at me, smiled and said, “Where I was sitting when you were driving me here.”

     We got into the car. Neetu in the driving seat, I myself in the passenger seat and Veronica on my lap. Somewhere on the way, we got pulled over by some cops and as we were trying to deal with them, Veronica stepped out, took the cop aside and gave him a kiss in exchange for letting us go without a ticket. We were both shocked by what we saw. It was like we had turned a guy into not an air hostess but a whore who knew her way around. Veronica got back into the car and on my lap and we got home.

     In the night, as we were having a sort of after party at home, Neetu jokingly looked at Veronica and tapped on her lap twice. Veronica looked back smiling and said, “You know the price!” And she sat on Neetu’s lap as she now played with my used-to-be-husband in front of my eyes. This gave me a brain fade and soon we were throwing money at Veronica, almost bidding for her sit on our laps. It was an unforgettable night. Not only did Veronica keep switching from my lap to Neetu’s and back but she also kept demanding for more and more money.

     The next morning as we all woke up, I thought that was it. I had my revenge. I had taught my husband a lesson he will never forget, but I didn’t know that the person who woke up next to me was not my husband Varun but Veronica herself. She put all the money she had earned last night on the bed in front of me and said, “I think I need a new uniform.”

I knew what I had done to her. But I loved her irrespectively. So I smiled back and asked, “Oh sure! Now what colour would that be, Mrs. Veronica?”

She came, sat on my lap, took my hand and placed it on her breast and asked, “How many airlines are there in the country?”