“I think I deserve one to come inside me,” She said as he came deep in her pussy.
I’d helped Mimi back to the bench and poured the three of us a glass of wine
“That was pretty intense,” I said as Mimi massaged the come into her face and body.
“I didn’t think I’d like it that rough but I really got into it,” she replied wistfully.
“I think you came more during that than you did in the laboratory,” I said grinning.
“I certainly did,” she went on. “I hope you got it all on film, Keith.”
“It’s the horniest thing I’ve ever filmed,” he gushed. “Sorry about how it ended but I couldn’t control myself.”
“Did it feel like I was complaining,” she replied wiping her lips and giving him a kiss on the cheek.
We sat in silence for a while as we drank our wine.
“I’m feeling a bit tender,” Mimi said caressing her breasts. “A cool soak in the bath will soon sort me out.”
Mimi pulled her vest on and we made our way back to the house.
After a long soak in the bath and the application of many creams and lotions, Mimi declared herself ready for the evening’s entertainment. Dressed only in dressing gowns we made our way down to the basement to meet Christophe as planned.
He welcomed us warmly and took us through to the main changing area.
“Have you had any thoughts on our costumes?” Mimi asked him giving him a kiss on the lips.
“I have,” he replied. “A physique like yours Nick and a body like yours Mimi need to be shown off to their full advantage. I thought a Red Indian Brave and his squaw would work well.”
“That sounds interesting. Do I get a tomahawk?” I replied.
“You don’t need one with the weapon you have between your legs,” Mimi said. We all chuckled.
“I’ll start with you, Nick. Getting you ready will be quicker,” Christophe said.
He handed me a leather waistcoat. It was emblazoned with multi colour beading. It fitted well across the shoulders but only fell to just below my rib cage leaving my six pack on prominent display. Next he handed me a very thin belt with two breech cloths attached. I tied it round me using the small Velcro fastenings to secure it in place. The front breech cloth was long enough to keep me dent; the wider rear cloth covered by bum but only just. It was obvious from a side view that I was wearing no underwear.
Next he placed a beaded choker around my neck and a headband, also beaded, on my head. Then he placed to bicep bracelets on each arm. They depicted snakes. After he had got me to flex my biceps to make sure they were not too tight he led me to a dressing table.
He teased my hair up through the headband making it look longer and wilder. Next came a false plait. Once he was happy he had a colour match he attached it to the back of my head. He held up a mirror so I could see his handiwork. I have to admit it looked very realistic. Opening his tins of greasepaint he applied two black stripes to each of my cheeks. The transformation was complete.
He led me to a full length mirror and asked Mimi what she thought.
“If I didn’t know you I’d be doing my best to get under that breech cloth,” she said giggling, “you look awesome.”
I must admit I was impressed myself.
“Your turn now,” Christophe said turning to Mimi. She took off her robe and handed it to me Christophe tied a thin belt round her waist similar to mine. It had a rear breech cloth much smaller than mine that just about covered her bum. In the front were just beaded tassels. There was enough of them to keep her pussy covered but it allowed easy access.
Next Christophe tied another small belt around Mimi’s chest above her boobs. There was nothing at the back of this but more beaded tassels at the front. They were long enough to fall below her breasts and although they fell evenly across her bust the tassels parted either side to allow her already erect nipples to poke through. It was an incredibly horny look.
Christophe placed a beaded choker and headband on her head before leading her to the dressing table. He dressed her hair into two plaits weaving in some multi colours threads before using his make-up to add a few freckles to each of her cheeks. They gave her an air of innocence.
“You look stunning,” I said. “Thanks Christophe you’ve done a great job.”
“You’re welcome,” he said. “Can I take a photo of the pair of you please?”
“Of course,” Mimi replied.
I put on my best Indian brave pose folding my arms across my chest. Mimi snuggled into my side and put her arm around my waist. Christophe took several pictures on his phone.
“Do we need some underwear?” I asked
“I thought about that but if you join in the party games later they will only get in the way,” he replied.
“What games are they?” Mimi asked
“You’ll find out later,” he answered smiling, “anyway you better go get dinner. I’ll see you tomorrow when you return the costumes.”
I shook his hand, Mimi gave him a kiss and we made our way up to the bar.
I felt like we’d walked into a cartoon. Dad and George were dressed as Fred Flintstone and Barney Rubble; Abigail looked stunning as Jessica Rabbit. James was dressed like a ’50’s matinee idol much as he always did. Mimi’s mum was wearing a Japanese schoolgirl uniform. She looked about 16.
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