Dinner and a phone call.

As I suspected, Linda wanted me to be dressed as Beverly for our dinner party with Anna and Tom. What I wore, she left up to me. Since our guests had seen me as Beverly before, there was no reason for me to hold back. So I picked out my best summer dress, slipped some nearly nude stockings up my tan legs, wiggled into a cute pink panty with matching bra and garter belt, did my make-up to perfection, and dawned a light brown wig that I combed over one eye… very sexy yet almost innocent. Linda was very pleased with my selection and let me know by giving me a long hug as I came out of the bedroom.

Anna and Tom arrived right on time and I greeted them at the door with a pitcher of martinis and a smile. They both complemented me on my appearance and I felt Tom’s eyes soak up every detail as they traveled over me, head to toe. You know, its kind of fun being admired by a male. It makes all of the time and fuss worthwhile.

We joined Linda on the patio and enjoyed casual conversation. All of the time I was treated as just one of the ladies as we shared our latest shopping tales. Tom was feeling left out as he was the only ‘male’ in the group. That was somewhat weird I thought. Usually I am the one feeling left out.

When I went to get the steaks, I put on a cute pink apron that really complimented my dress. I was the picture of perfection; the cute hostess, all dressed in pink. As I cooked the steaks, I refreshed drinks and went to get the rest of the dinner items. When I stood up from getting the salads out of the refrigerator, I was surprised to find Tom standing there.

“I just came in to see if you needed any help carrying anything. I must say, Beverly, you really look nice. You are so convincing as a woman that it’s hard for me to remember you as my golfing buddy. I just wanted to say that I am glad that you found yourself, your female self. You and Linda seem so happy and I think it’s because you are in this new role. It just fits you perfectly,” Tom stated.

I didn’t know what to say so I just smiled, leaned over and gave him a peck on the check (such a feminine thing to do). I handed him two bowls to carry out and we headed back to the patio. I didn’t tell Tom that my kiss had left a nice pink lipstick imprint on his cheek, but Linda and Anna noticed it immediately and teased Tom, asking him what we had been doing in the kitchen. He blushed as I said, “We’re not telling.”

The rest of the evening was relaxed and enjoyable. At one point Linda mentioned that she was expecting a call from Darryl, which was followed by Tom giving me a quick glance to gauge my reaction. I sat silently, giving no indication that it affected me. Anna asked Linda what he was calling about and Linda answered that she wasn’t sure.

“You will have to tell me about it at work tomorrow,” Anna replied.

Fortunately, our guest left soon after, before the call came so I was spared that embarrassment. I was cleaning up the remains of dinner and washing dishes when the call came. Linda called out from the living room, “I’ve got it.” I waited silently for a minute, trying to catch anything being said, but all I heard was the door to our bedroom closing. Linda had moved to the bedroom to have her privacy while she talked with Darryl.

My work was done and I wanted to turn in for the night, but I knew better than to go into the bedroom and interrupt their phone conversation. Plus, I really didn’t want to see what Linda might be doing as she spoke to Darryl. Once before I had heard her moans of pleasure through the bedroom door while they had phone sex. I really didn’t want to go through that again.

It was an hour later when I heard the bedroom door open as I laid restlessly on the sofa, waiting to go to bed.

“You can come in now. We’re done,” Linda spoke softly. She was in the bathroom when I came into the bedroom. I was sure that she was ‘making herself presentable’ for me. She came to bed wearing a nightshirt, her face freshly washed. She kissed me quickly, then turned off the light beside the bed. She didn’t say anything to me. She was waiting for me to ask about the call.

“How’s Darryl?” I finally gave in.

“He’s fine,” is all Linda replied. Oh, she was going to play it coy.

“What did he have to say,” I inquired calmly. Two can play this game.

“Not much,” replied the master of the game.

Finally, I gave in. “What was the call about?”

“Oh, this and that. Mostly we just talked about things in general,” she parried. “Oh, he did say that he will be back here in a week or two and wanted to know if he could stay with us for a few days. I told him that it would be all right. You don’t mind, do you?”

I knew that I really had no say in the matter and I had better not complain or object. So I replied that it was fine with me.

“Anything else?” I inquired.

“He did bring up the tattoo idea again and that I should see what’s available in this area. Would you look into that for me tomorrow? Find out what are the most reputable places,” she stated. She has a way of giving me instructions, orders really, without them sounding like orders. But I knew that I had better do it or I would be suffering the consequences.

“Are you really going to get a tattoo? I didn’t think you liked tattoos. Did he give any indication as to what kind of tattoo or where it would be placed?” I inquired.

“I’m not really in favor of tattoos, but I may not be given a choice. As to what and where, well, that’s a surprise,” she said softly.

Even in the dark I could tell she had mixed emotions about it. She didn’t want a tattoo but she might be willing to get one for Darryl. That really worried me. And as for it being a surprise, I wondered, “a surprise for who… her or me?”

Needless to say, I didn’t sleep well that night.

Anticipation

I spent most of Saturday cleaning and picking up the house. It really wasn’t that much work as I had been keeping up on my housecleaning schedule throughout the week. Friday evening over dinner Linda told me that her co-worker and best friend, Anna, and her husband were coming over for dinner Sunday evening. I take pride in my housework and always want the house to look its been when we have company over. Of course I also was thinking that Anna and Tom know about my feminine alter ego, Beverly, and would be expecting me to be in femme form while they are here. Linda hasn’t said anything about it but I am expecting her to tell me how I will be dressing for the occasion anytime now. Because of that, I want to get the housework out of the way on Saturday so today I wouldn’t be worrying about it and could concentrate on getting myself ready. We will see how that turns out and will report on it later.

Linda did mention that she got an email from Darryl Saturday telling her to expect a call Sunday evening as well. I hope it doesn’t come while Anna and Tom are here. That would be very embarrassing to be left to keep them company while Linda is off enjoying an intimate phone conversation with her boyfriend. Can you imagine how I would feel? I do wonder what the topic will be and why he alerted her to the call instead of just surprising her.

Time will tell. Enjoy your Sunday.

Hot times, Summer In The City

I’ve gotten an early start on the day. It’s not even eight o’clock yet and I have a load of laundry started, dinner planned, the kitchen cleaned, and am just about ready to take a shower and get dressed for the day ahead. Not bad, huh? I am sooooo organized. So I decided that this would be a perfect time to catch up on my blog.

Where to start? Oh, though Darryl has not been back here yet, he has been calling Linda quite regularly… at least once a week. When he calls, Linda will usually take the cordless phone and shut herself into the bedroom or the study so I can’t hear their conversation. I think that they are having phone sex because she usually looks somewhat flushed when she comes out of the room. I never ask what they talked about, just how he is doing. I leave it up to her to tell me if she wishes.

She did tell me that he is still pushing the idea of her getting a tattoo when he is here next. Neither of us are big on tattoos and not sure why he wants to mark her. He hasn’t said what tattoo or where he wants it on her body, but it’s kind of scary to think that she could be wearing his mark forever. What do you think of the idea?

Last Saturday we had the families over for dinner. We haven’t had everyone together since Easter so it was nice to see everyone. Both of our families get along well. There were ten of us here and we grilled out since it was such a beautiful day. Everyone sat out on the patio drinking wine and beer. Of course you know who was serving them… me!

I was dressed somewhat femme; just sea-foam green shorts with matching v-neck top (guys never wear matching tops and bottoms do they, especially in sea-foam?). Under those I was wearing a bra without padding (but the outline I’m sure was noticeable) and bikini panty. My light pink nail polished toes peeked through my sandals. I was wearing matching polish on my finger nails as well as mascara, eyeliner, and pale pink lip gloss. With my hairless legs and arms I know I was quite feminine looking and I had to be careful that I didn’t bend over from the waist when serving or my bra might peak out of the v-neck top. I didn’t even complain to Linda when she picked out my outfit and we were dressing that morning. I knew that our families would be expecting to see me in something along those lines, so I just went along with it. I was surprised when Linda squirted some perfume on me as I was getting ready to head downstairs, but I didn’t say anything then either. I just accepted the fact that everyone thought of me as the feminine sissy so I shouldn’t disappoint.

Of course there were comments about my appearance made by most everyone when they arrived. My mother gave me a hug and her hands caressed my bra straps in a knowing way. My mother-in-law allowed her eyes to travel slowly up and down my body as she took it all in, then just smiled and said “hello dear. You look lovely today.” Both of our sisters made favorable comments and stated that we needed to have a shopping day together soon. Linda’s brother and our brother-in-laws just took in the site without comment other then ‘bring us a beer, Hon’.

So I cooked, served, cleaned up, and endured teasing comments and sideways glances the rest of the day. I was really surprised at how everyone just accepted my appearance and expected me to wait on them. I didn’t disappoint and relished my role and opportunity. I was at my best and I know Linda was proud of me.

The one surprised that came was when my mother and sister were leaving. My mother hugged me and whispered “you would look nice in a summer dress like your sister is wearing. Maybe you should pick up one when you three go shopping.” My mother was suggesting I wear a dress! She was so accepting of me being feminine, it was almost scary. Recovering from the surprise, I told her I would look for one.

After I cleaned up Linda had me join her on the sofa as we relaxed and reflected on the day.

“That was a nice party. You did so well. You are the perfect housewife. Everything looked and tasted so good. You really made me proud. And everyone was pleased with how you look. Don’t you agree?” Linda asked.

I had to agree with her. She gave me a hug and said, “I don’t think that there is any reason for you to hold back any longer around our families. I think next time you should be totally ‘Beverly’ around them.”

I said nothing but realized that it would probably happen whether I agreed with it or not.

Just before heading up to bed the phone rang. I was sure it would be Darryl, checking in to see how the day had gone. But, to my surprise, it was Roger calling from Florida.

We talked for 45 minutes. The conversation started out with the pleasantries of ‘how did the day go, what was I wearing, how did I feel looking so feminine in front of family, what did they say’… typical small talk. Then the conversation turned to whether I had thought any more about his offer for me to visit him. I told him that I had been thinking about it and that Linda had been pushing me to do it. We both agreed that July and August might not be the best time to visit Florida because of the heat and humidity. So, if it were to happen, it would most likely be pushed back to September.

I will admit that it was great talking to him and, towards the end, the conversation turned more sexual and suggestive as he told me how much he missed me and what I could look forward to enjoying when I was with him. Yes, it turned me on and a part of me wanted to say ‘yes’ to his offer and jump on a plane for Florida. I tell you, that man can talk! I swear he could sell ice cubes to Eskimos. But I stayed strong and didn’t give in, other then to lay down on the sofa while talking to him and let my hand take a trip inside my shorts and panty. But I swear I didn’t make any promises… other then what I would do to him when we are together again. But that’s it. And promises made in the throws of passion don’t really count, do they? Oh, I am so weak. Please forgive me.

Celebrate Freedom!

I know, I know. I have been so quiet lately. It’s just that there has been nothing going on here to write about. Linda is working a lot right now so she comes home and crashes. My work has been busy enough to keep me from having any ‘play time’. There has been no further mention of Jesse or me showing him around town either. Our families have been leaving us alone as well.

We will be having a big family gathering this Saturday to celebrate the 4^th of July. Maybe there will be some good old fashion family fireworks to spice things up. I will be sure to let you know.

And before you ask, no recent calls from Roger to me or Darryl to Linda. I guess everyone is busy right now. I think we all need to get away and have a relaxing vacation.

Here’s hoping you have a wonderful weekend as well.

Whine and Dine

The other night Linda mentioned that a friend she works with, Jody, had told her that she had a gay brother that is a few years younger than us. Jody was saying that Jesse was new to the area and was having a difficult time getting out and meeting people. Jody commented that she wish she knew someone that had knowledge about the local gay community that could show Jesse around and introduce him to some people.

Linda asked if I would be willing to go out as Beverly with Jesse some time to show him the local gay bars and hang-out spots. My first thought was that Linda was trying to set me up on a date with Jesse. But she reassured me that she wasn’t thinking along those lines, that she just thought that Jesse might like having Bev as an escort to help show him the sites.

“But you never know, maybe Jesse will take a shine to Bev,” she teased.

I’m not sure how this is going to play out, but I will let you know.

Morning Fun

I love Saturday mornings! Linda and I get to sleep in and usually enjoy some intimate time together. Last Saturday was no exception and turned out to be a great time.

It started off by Linda telling me to take off my panties. I love being ‘ordered’ to do that! Then she told me to put a condom on my quickly thickening cock. That was an unusual request as she is on the pill and I had a vasectomy years ago, so there is no fear of pregnancy for her with me. And, yes, she remains on the pill because of her infrequent rendezvous with Darryl (also they help her with her periods). I did as she requested without question, ready for whatever came my way.

She informed me that Darryl had asked during their recent phone conversation if she had been keeping me inline with a frequent spanking. Before I could reply that I had done anything out of line, she instructed me to pull up my nightgown and drape myself over her knees. She then proceeded to give me a dozen very firm swats that had me on the verge of tears. Once my spanking was completed, she told me to lay on my back on the bed. She then pulled off her panties and straddled my face, placing her knees on each side of my head. She instructed me to start licking and not to stop until she had reached an orgasm. So away I went until she just about suffocated me by smothering my face as she convulsed with pleasure.

As I laid there trying to catch my breath she proceeded to pull out her dildo, an 8 inch realistic looking latex beauty. She held it to her crotch and ordered me onto my knees and to start sucking her ‘cock’. As I gave her the best blowjob I could she teased me with comments on my cock sucking skills and how she was sure that guys would love my talented mouth, all the while she was playing with my rock hard cock until it exploded it’s cum into the condom. It was then that I discovered the reason for the condom. She peeled it off my softening cock and turned it inside-out over the dildo. She then told me to finish what I had started by sucking all of the cum off of her cock. My mouth was soon filled with my own cum. When I had the artificial cock all cleaned off Linda pulled me up for a kiss.

“I just love cum kisses, don’t you?” she teased.

The weekend had certainly started off interestingly.

The Handy Housewifey

I want to take a moment and address some of the wonderful comments and questions you have left me. I really enjoy hearing from you.

Meghan has been cutting/styling my hair for six years now. I really enjoy going to her as she has become a good friend and confidant for me. She loves to hear what I have been doing as Beverly and enjoys making me look as feminine as possible. She runs a full service salon so I am able to get spa services there as well and often go in for waxing (back and legs), mani & pedi’s, facials, and makeovers besides my hairstyling and coloring. She often adds highlights to my hair and has threatened to die it blond one of these times. She is always looking at photos of feminine hair styles to try on me. I wish I could repeat the styling she does myself but I am not that talented yet. I will have her take my photo so I will have a record of it. I should have been doing so all along but I get so caught up in our talks and answering her many questions that I never think about a photo until afterwards.

Linda’s cousin, Cindy, is still staying with us. It’s been almost a month now and I think she will be moving out within the next week. She has left her abusive husband and is getting her own apartment. It has taken her some time (and a lot of grief) to break away from him and to get on her own feet. We are really proud of what she has accomplished as we know how difficult it has been. I wouldn’t wish that kind of a relationship on anyone! I am glad that we have been able to help her during her transition. In a way, I think her seeing me in my meek, househusband role has been good for her. She has seen that not all men are idiots like her loser husband. She loves seeing how I do so much around the house and am constantly helping Linda with personal assistance like picking out her clothes, giving her a pedicure, or even washing her hair. I think Cindy really likes seeing me as a wimpy femme guy for a change.

The other night she came home and I was in the kitchen preparing supper for the three of us. I was wearing a pink apron over my pink polo shirt and white shorts with flip flops on my feet when she walked into the kitchen. She stood at the sink watching me cook, asking me how my day had been and what I had done during the day. I told her that I had stripped the beds and washed the bedding, remade the beds and hung up the rest of the laundry. I was enjoying sharing with her so I even mention how I had ironed Linda’s and her blouses before putting them in their closets.

“You really are a special husband,” she commented. “Linda is really lucky to have you. It’s almost like she has her own wife. You don’t mind me saying that, do you?”

I told her that I was proud to be Linda’s ‘wife’ and enjoyed doing things to help her and make life easier for her because she worked so hard. “Since I’m home during the day it’s easier for me to do the housework in between my career work duties. It just makes sense for me to throw in a load of laundry or cook supper since I am home. Besides, Linda hates cooking,” I replied.

“Well, with your highlighted hair and with that apron covering your shorts so it looks almost like you are wearing a skirt, you look the part of a housewife. A little make-up and some heels on instead of flip flops and you would really look the part,” Cindy stated with a smile.

I’m sure I blushed a little at that, but I just smiled and kept on cooking. Before going to bed that night I told Linda about our conversation. “Believe me I know how lucky I am,” Linda said. “I am glad that Cindy can see you as you really are and know that it is okay for men to show that they have a softer side. All men aren’t jerks like the one she married. Maybe next time she goes looking for a guy she will pick someone more like you.” Giving me a hug and goodnight kiss Linda added, “in fact, if you want to show more of your feminine side around Cindy, I think that would be okay.”

I told Linda that I would have to think about that, but the next morning I was wearing a bra under my lightweight sweater. I am sure that Cindy could feel the bra straps as she gave me a hug before going off to work. Her hand seemed to linger and caress the back of my shoulder, feeling the tell-tail bump on the strap, as she wished me a ‘good day’.

Who knows, maybe I will be back in dresses before long.