Sunday, November 23, 2008
Friday, November 21, 2008
Darryl quickly finished the spanking, pulled the hem of my dress down over my bare bottom, and told me to get up and to pull my panties up. I didn’t look at him as I bent over and slid the panties into place, covering my male attention in the process. He turned by to the table and picked up his coffee cup, then held it out to me.
“My coffee has cooled off. Please refill it for me.” I took the cup and headed into the kitchen, happy to be escaping the embarrassing situation. Fortunately, nothing was said about our ‘dual reactions’.
I returned with his coffee then headed upstairs to shower. When finished, I exited the shower just in time to hear Darryl call out “I will see you later,” followed by the door shutting. Wrapped in a towel, I sat on the edge of the bed and reflected on what had happened that morning. Why had he spanked me again? It was one thing to do that when Linda was here to witness it. I could almost understand it then… him showing his power over me and his position in this three-way relationship. But to do it when it was just the two of us didn’t make sense to me. He certainly didn’t need to prove anything to me.
Totally befuddled, I finally mustered up the energy to get dressed, once again finding myself selecting a feminine outfit and sitting down to put on my make up. Why didn’t I just put on some of my guy clothes? No one was going to be there all day so there was no real reason to dress as
I spent the day, again, in a fog… going through the motions of picking up the house and preparing dinner, but not really aware of the tasks. Linda arrived home first, but just barely. I had greeted her at the door, hung up her coat, and was in the process of bringing her a glass of wine to help unwind from her workday, when we heard Darryl’s car in the drive. I turned towards the door, ready to go open it for him, when Linda brushed past me.
“I’ll let him in. You go get him a drink,” she ordered. I walked by her just as she opened the door. Darryl smiled warmly at her and greeted her with an embrace. “My, they are really getting chummy,” I worried. “Will things be able to return to normal after he leaves?”
Once again, when I returned with his drink, they were sitting on the sofa, kissing. He took his drink from me with a thanks, then returned all of his attention back to Linda. I could see that my company wasn’t needed… or desired… so I returned to the kitchen to finish dinner. Once placed on the table and announced, I waited for them to sit down, then served the coffee.
I almost jumped for joy when Darryl talked about having to leave the next day to return home. He said how much he had enjoyed his visit (I bet he had!), and how he appreciated our hospitality. “Things turned out so much better than I had expected,” he stated as he looked into Linda’s eyes. She smiled back warmly and agreed.
“I hope we haven’t been to rough on you, Beverly, You have been a real trouper going along with everything we threw at you,” he said to me. I wanted to reply that I really wasn’t given much choice in the matter, but I just smiled back at them.
It was a quiet evening, quite different then the other two. We sat together and watched TV, them on the sofa and me in the chair. For the most part they behaved themselves and didn’t turn the night into another make-out session. We talked freely about everything except the roles we were assuming or how the two of them would spend their final night in our bed. As the evening was drawing to a close, Darryl started to get frisky as his embrace got tighter around Linda and his hands began roaming freely. I don’t know when it happened, but during one commercial break I looked over at them and discovered that Linda’s blouse had been unbuttoned and pushed free of her shoulders. She had selected a front hook bra and it was unfastened, allowing her breasts to hang free. Darryl’s hand was roaming back and forth, from one to the other, caressing and teasing her nipples. Her eyes were closed; she was no longer watching TV! When the show ended, they stood, said goodnight to me and headed up to bed. Just another night at the Jones’s house.
Everything so normal… except that was my wife! Alas, tomorrow he would be gone.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Before heading out, Darryl took me aside and told me that the evening was his treat to Linda, and I was being ‘allowed’ to accompany them, so I was to be on my best behavior. I felt like a six year old kid being lectured by a parent before going out to the grownup place. No reply was expected from me and none was given. I walked behind them to the car.
Darryl had selected an excellent restaurant, one of our favorites. It was located in another city about 45 minutes away, which reduced the likelihood of seeing someone we knew. That was important considering that I was out dressed as a woman and Linda was being escorted by a man who wasn’t her husband. Had we run into anyone we knew it could have had dire consequences. Fortunately, luck was on our side and the evening was uneventful… at least in that regard. I guess watching my wife being courted by Darryl was anything BUT uneventful. They flirted the whole time, he held her hand from the time she got out of the car to the table, pulled out her chair for her to sit, ordered for all of us, and spent the evening staring into her eyes. Linda loved the attention, and what woman wouldn’t! Darryl played his part perfectly, lavishing the compliments and carrying on conversation with Linda. She was definitely a queen on a pedestal.
I was definitely the third wheel and wasn’t sure why I was there. It was obvious that Linda and Darryl wanted to spend time together and they ignored me most of the time. I believe the only reason I was there was so Darryl could see how I would do out in public. Once he realized that I wasn’t going to panic or draw undo attention to myself, he ignored me. Or maybe the reason I was there was to watch my wife being seduced by him so my place in the relationship was further driven home.
Since it was a work night, none of us wanted to stay out too late (as if I had any say in the decision), so after dessert, we headed home. It was almost comical when we got home as Darryl shut off the car then hurried around to open Linda’s door for her. Once she got out Darryl took her hand and walked her to the door… all the time I was left sitting in the car, waiting to see if he would open my door too. He didn’t. And there I sat.
Once inside Linda ‘asked’ me to put on some coffee and to bring it into the living room. I knew an order when I heard one, so I disappeared into the kitchen as they settled into their normal spot on the sofa. When I carried in the coffee fifteen minutes later they were making out. Linda’s dress was unzipped, pulled off her shoulders, and Darryl’s hand was inside her red bra caressing her breast. It was really difficult for me to witness his sexual assault on my wife. What was I suppose to do… sit there and watch… or leave them alone?
Finally Linda broke their kissing long enough to look at me, still standing next to the coffee service. “I think we will take our coffee to the bedroom,” she said as they got up from the sofa. As she stood her dress slid off her arms and into a puddle at her feet. Standing there in her sexy matching red bra and panty she told me to hang up the dress and to thank Darryl for the ‘lovely evening’.
I stepped over to him and thanked him while leaning in to place a kiss on his cheek. He anticipated my move and turned it into a kiss on the lips that lingered longer then I thought necessary. I couldn’t help but feel the reaction taking place in Darryl’s pants and wondered which of us had caused it, though I was sure it was there from his petting with Linda.
“I’m glad to see the two of you are getting along so well. I just knew
It surprised me that sleep came easier that second night. Perhaps I was being too accepting of this new situation. But then there really wasn’t much I could do about it, so might as well accept it.
The morning was a repeat of the previous morning… me serving coffee in the bedroom, seeing the two of them laying in bed together so naturally. I was able to get out of there before Darryl got out of bed so I didn’t have to see him naked again.
Breakfast was served and eaten with minimal conversation. Linda kissed each of us (Darryl first), and then was off to work. Darryl was going to hang around for another hour before he had to head out. So he sat at the table and watched me clean up the breakfast dishes and tidy up the kitchen. The work done, I was going to head upstairs to shower, when Darryl stopped me and had me stand in front of him. It felt strange to be receiving orders from him when Linda wasn’t there to witness it. Darryl started talking about last night, asking how I felt seeing Linda partially undressed with him and him playing with her breast.
“I felt very uncomfortable and I didn’t know what I was supposed to do,” I answered.
“Did you like seeing it? Did you like knowing I was taking your wife upstairs to make love to her?” he asked with a smirk on his face.
“I don’t think it mattered if I liked it or not as it was going to happen because it’s what Linda wanted. My protesting wouldn’t have stopped her.” I started to turn and walk away when he reached out and grabbed my wrist. I looked at his hand, felt his firm grip, and protested “I don’t think there is anything more to talk about. I am accepting what is happening and I won’t say anything to interfere. But I want to go take a shower now, let go.”
As I felt my skirt being lifted he said “I didn’t say you were dismissed yet. Now lift your hips so I can pull down those cute panties.”
Without a word of protest I lift my hips and felt him slip the panties down to my knees. “My sissy little
With that, Darryl’s hand stopped caressing and started hitting my bare butt. There I was, alone in my house, laying over the knees of my old friend. Could things get any worse? Of course they could… I was getting an erection from this! I was sure he could feel it as I was naked on his lap. Then another surprise… I could feel his erection!
Oh, my God!
Monday, November 17, 2008
I sat at the table for a long time thinking about all that had taken place in such a short time. The fog in my head slowly started lifting and I realized that my coffee had long ago gone cold. I cleared away the breakfast dishes, cleaned up the kitchen, and wondered how I was going to keep myself busy, and with it my mind so I wouldn’t dwell on everything that had happened.
Since I was dressed like the maid I figured I might as well make the most of it and pick up the house so it would look good when Linda and Darryl returned. There wasn’t much to do since I had spent time two days ago thoroughly cleaning. I picked up the living room and removed the wrapping paper from Darryl’s gifts. Reflecting on those, I realized that he had spent a good amount of time picking out (and personalizing my apron) our gifts. Had I thanked him sufficiently? I was sure that Linda had done so when they were in bed.
Thinking of the bed, I decided to wash the sheets, figuring that they needed it, so the two lovebirds would have fresh bedding tonight. Why was I so accepting of this development? Had I seen it coming? I didn’t think so, but maybe I was just fooling myself.
I made sure that I took the bedding off without looking for traces of Linda and Darryl’s tryst. I didn’t need to see physical proof of what had taken place because I was sure that it had. How could it not have happened? On the chair was the clothing that Darryl had worn on his arrival. “I guess I should wash those as well,” I thought. What a good housewife/maid I was. It felt strange to be washing another man’s clothes. It was something I never thought I would do. One more step towards giving up my manhood.
When the laundry was done I remade the bed, then went to the closet to find something for Linda to wear that night. She has a hot little red dress that really shows off her body beautifully. She has only worn it twice with me because she says it is ‘too sexy’. “That will be perfect for tonight,” I thought. “Everyone will be looking at her and I can blend into the background.” I also selected a red bra and panty set that would really finish off the outfit. I found myself thinking “Darryl will really like this.” I didn’t know why I was going out of my way to make Linda so sexy for Darryl. I guess my mind was on autopilot and I was just going along for the ride.
For my outfit I select a more conservative skirt and blouse. I picked out a simple bra and panty set since I knew no one would be seeing it. Nude hose and black pumps completed the look.
It was early afternoon by then so I decided to enjoy another relaxing bubble bath. Before I could start, I heard the doorbell. Darryl had returned. I let him in, asked how his meeting had gone, then asked if he wanted something to eat or drink. He asked for a beer and I went to the kitchen to get him one, only to discover that he was following me. He asked what I had been doing and I told him about doing his laundry.
“You are a great little wife, aren’t you?” he stated. “No wonder Linda keeps you around.” I wondered what he meant by that. Had Linda said something that I didn’t know about? I reflected back to their late night phone conversations and once again worried about what all had been discussed in my absence.
Ignoring the comment, I told him that I was going to go take a bath and then get ready for tonight.
“I think I will take a shower and get changed as well. Since my clothes are in the master bedroom I guess I will use that shower,” he stated.
So once again I was pushed out of my bedroom and bathroom and forced to use the guest facilities. As we headed up the stairs I realized that, without consciously thinking, I had set my clothing for the evening in the guest bedroom. I guess that I had accepted the changes without thinking.
I had been soaking for about twenty minutes, having shaven my body fully, when Darryl opened the bathroom door. I found myself embarrassed that he could see my hairless body relaxing in the feminine bubbles.
“I thought we could have some time to talk.” With that he leaned up against the sink and indicated that he wasn’t going anywhere soon. I tried my best to carry on a normal conversation… there wasn’t anything specific that he wanted to discuss, just idle chitchat… while aware that the bubbles that hid me were quickly dissolving away. I could see his eyes travel over my body, acutely aware of our physical differences as mine was so much more feminine appearing.
The water was turning cold and I was starting to ‘prune’. “I need to get out now and get dressed. Would you mind leaving?” I asked sheepishly.
Instead, he grabbed the towel, opened it in both hands, and held it for me to get out and step into. “Come on, you haven’t gotten anything I haven’t seen before,” he smiled.
With great embarrassment I stood up and stepped out of the tub. As he wrapped the towel around me he said “wow, you shave everywhere, don’t you.” Another secret was revealed. I wondered if Linda had told him and he just wanted to see for himself. After drying off, without thinking, I wrapped the towel around me in the feminine way like a woman would do, just under the armpits to cover her breast.
“It looks like, without even thinking about it, you do everything as a woman would do. You really are all girly now, aren’t you. Have you switched to men yet?”
“No,” I answered, then walked into the bedroom. He followed and proceeded to sit on the corner of the bed. He intended to watch me dress! “Well, if it’s a show he wants, then a show he will get,” I thought as I dropped the towel and picked up the panties on the bed. I slipped them up my legs and then reached for the bra.
“Need a hand fastening that?” he asked.
“No thank you,” I replied as I slipped it into place and skillfully reached around back and fastened the hooks. I glanced at him, expecting a comment. But he just smiled at me. We both knew what he was thinking… how I was truly at ease in my feminine role.
Without speaking, I walked back into the bathroom to apply my makeup. He sat on the bed and watched me through the open door, occasionally chitchatting away, but mostly watching my transformation. When I finished I walked back over to the bed and picked up the blouse, buttoned it up, then stepped into the skirt and zipped it up. I put the wig on, stepped over to the mirror to comb it, sprayed on some hairspray, smiled as I spritzed on some perfume, and stepped in front of him as if to say “what do you think?”
His approval came quickly as he stood and walked over to me. “That was really something, watching you get ready. You were totally feminine the entire time. Not once did I feel like I was watching a guy get dressed.” He further showed his approval by slipping his arms around my waist and pulling me to him, then tenderly kissed me.
“Yeah, watching you kind of turned me on as well. Want to do something about it?”
“No,” I said as I pushed away from him. I wasn’t sure if he was kidding or not, but I didn’t want to find out if he wasn’t. I grabbed a purse from the dresser and headed downstairs. “Are you coming?” I asked over my shoulder.
“No, just breathing hard.” He joked. Back downstairs he asked for another beer and sat down on the sofa in the living room. I brought him his beer but sat in the chair opposite him, not trusting him enough to sit next to him.
Linda arrived home soon after. She walked in and sat next to Darryl on the sofa and asked me to get her a glass of wine. When I returned they were in an embrace. Immediately I thought about Darryl’s comment to me about how watching me had turned him on. And now here he sat next to my wife, still in his randy state. That could be dangerous.
As I sat down in my chair, they pretty much ignored me. As Linda asked about his day, I couldn’t believe what happened. Darryl’s hand reached over to Linda’s leg and slipped under the hem of her skirt and started up her leg. He met no resistance from Linda.
As he proceeded to tell her about the scene that took place in the bedroom with my reversed striptease, his hand found its target and I watched Linda’s legs part to allow him easy access. As he proceeded to pet my wife in front of me, Linda looked at me and asked “so you got out of the tub and got dressed in front of our guest? My, what a little hussy you are.”
“Me, a hussy?” I thought. “You are the one being felt up right in front of me.”
“Maybe we should take this upstairs,” Linda said to Darryl in breathless words, her eyes glazing over.
“I don’t think that’s necessary,” Darryl replied while smiling at me.
“I think it would be better to do this in private,” Linda countered.
Darryl suddenly sat upright and removed his hand from under Linda’s skirt. “Are you disagreeing with me?” he snapped. Linda’s eyes grew wide as she shook her head. “I think you are. And we can’t have that, can we? Go upstairs right now and prepare for a spanking. You know what to do, and don’t you dare argue with me.”
Without a word, Linda rose from the sofa, glanced nervously at me, and headed up to the bedroom.
Darryl watched her the whole way. When she was out of sight, he turned to me. “I want you to come with me and witness your wife being spanked. I don’t want you to say a word or to interfere in anyway, If you do, you will receive the same as Linda.” With that we both stood and we walked up the stairs. And just like the previous night, Darryl place his hand under my skirt and on my bottom as we climbed the stairs.
The sight upon entering the bedroom was shocking to me. Linda was laying on the bed with her feet still on the floor. Her skirt was pulled up and her panties were pulled down to her knees, her bare bottom sticking up in the air. Guiding me with his hand on my ass, Darryl directed me to stand on one side of Linda’s prone body as he took the other side.
“Hold her skirt up so it doesn’t get in the way,” he ordered. Then he began spanking my wife just as he had spanked me the night before. This time I was a witness to her humiliation at his hand. Linda endured twenty swats, barely uttering a sound until the end. I stood there holding her skirt the entire time, not daring to say anything to try to stop the punishment. What kind of a husband was I that I would allow a man to do that to my wife and not say anything? A wimp, that’s what kind.
Finally finished with Linda’s punishment and humiliation, Darryl said to me “you can go back downstairs now. We will be down in a little while, after Linda get ready to go out.”
As I was leaving the bedroom I heard the sounds of a zipper being pulled down, followed by a ‘thud’… Darryl’s pants hitting the floor. The last sound I heard as I headed downstairs was a moan from Linda. I guess both of us had made Darryl horny, and he was finally finding some relief.
Almost an hour later they came downstairs and were ready to head out to dinner. As Darryl helped Linda with her coat, she smiled at him. I guessed everything was forgiven. And the night was beginning.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
The sound of the bedroom door closing jolted out of the daze I was in. I found myself standing alone in the living room. Numbly, I checked to see that the doors were locked, turned off the lights, and reluctantly climbed the stairs to the guest room. The guest room! I was being pushed out of my bedroom and left with the guest room for the night. I couldn’t believe it. The last time I slept in the guest room was when Linda was ill and needed privacy to get a good night sleep.
I set Darryl’s suitcase on the chair in the corner, and then stopped dead in my tracks. Lying on the bed was my nightgown! When had Linda had time to put that there? Obviously it happened sometime before the two of them came upstairs, which means that Linda had known that she and Darryl would be sharing a bed and I would be sleeping alone. Did she do that before she came downstairs after Darryl’s arrival? Or, perhaps she did it as early as when she left for work this morning? Once again I realized how blind and naive I had been to what was happening.
I slipped the apron and sissy dress off and hung them in the closet. As I walked back to the bed I heard a noise and turned towards the door. In walked Darryl, seeing me in my panty and bra, stockings, and heels.
“My, don’t you look sexy,” he smirked. I blushed and picked up the nightgown and held it up in front of my near naked body, then realized what a feminine gesture I had just made. Darryl smiled and commented “you really are a sissy little thing now. You are nothing like the guy I use to hang out with. You are so totally feminine now.”
I just stood there, silent and holding the nightie like a shield. Why was I acting like such a sissy?
“I just wanted to let you know that I told Linda that perhaps we were going too fast by sleeping together tonight, but she insisted that you would understand and be accepting of this. I sure hope so.” He walked over to me, hugged me, and once again, kissed me on the lips, and again forced his tongue into my mouth. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he broke the embraced, gave my pantied bottom a firm spank, picked up his suitcase and left the room. I never said a word the entire time. I just accepted what was going on and how I was being treated. I must have stared at the door for several minutes before finally shaking myself out of the daze. I took off my undies and put on the nightgown. Then I closed the door and climbed into bed.
Sleep did not come easy for me. I also realized how soundproof our house was as I, fortunately, never heard a sound from the master bedroom. I remembered wondering, when our children were small, if they were ever able to hear strange sounds coming from our bedroom. I knew now that we didn’t have to worry about that as no sounds were transferred.
I had no trouble getting up in time to fix breakfast the next morning as I had hardly been asleep. Deciding what to wear was another matter. One fortunate thing was that I kept most of my feminine wardrobe in this room since there was too much to fit in Linda and my main closet. However, my underwear was all kept in the dresser drawers in the master bedroom so all I had to wear were the items I wore yesterday, unless I wanted to enter the master bedroom in my nightgown. I wasn’t about to do that so I put on the worn items, figuring I could always change once they had left for the day. I quick shower, shave, and make-up applied and I was ready to get dressed. Now what to wear? Well, I decided as I pulled a dress out of the closet, since I was being treated like a maid I might as well dress like one. I slipped on my ‘day maid’ dress (not the French maid uniform), slipped into a pair of black pumps and headed for the kitchen.
Once I had the coffee going I decided to play my role all the way. I put the coffee and cups on a tray and headed for the master bedroom. My knock was answered with a sleepy ‘come in’, so I walked in and placed the tray on the nightstand.
There was Linda and Darryl lying in bed together. The reality of it really sunk in. At least Linda had a nightgown on. I don’t know how I would have reacted if they had been lying there nude. I am not sure what Darryl had on, if anything, as he was under the covers.
Linda reacted first by sitting up and smiling. “What a nice way to wake up with our maid bringing us coffee. Thank you
“Yes, ma’am. Breakfast will be ready in fifteen minutes if that’s alright.” I played right along with her.
“That will be great. Would you start the shower for me?” As I walked into the bathroom I heard her say to Darryl “good morning Honey. That was a fantastic night.” I could hear them kissing as I started the water in the shower. I set out two towels for them, then headed back through the bedroom… just as a very naked Darryl was climbing out of the bed!
The food was waiting for them when they entered the dining room. As they sat down at the table I notice Darryl giving Linda a look and a nod, definitely a prompt for her to say something.
Barely two beats passed before Darryl reached out and grab my wrist. “I think I know how to get an apology from her.” With that, he pulled me over to him and across his lap before I could react. I was totally stunned by this maneuver and didn’t move as my skirt was pulled up over my hips. Just as a “whaaaa..” escaped my lips it was quickly silenced as Darryl’s hand came down on my pantied bottom. I think two or three hits landed before it registered… “he’s spanking me!” He held me firmly as I squirmed on his lap in total embarrassment. Not only was he spanking me, he was doing so in front of Linda. My humiliation was now complete and I surrendered to his power over me. Finally the assault was finished and I felt a nudge indicating that I should rise. I couldn’t look at either of them as I stood up. I was still too shocked to react, though I wanted to cry.
“That’s what bad little girls get when they don’t respect their elders or they misbehave. I hope you remember that or you will be spending a lot of time over me knees. And Linda, that goes for big girls as well,” Darryl firmly stated.
I looked at Linda to see her expression go from shock and disbelief to understanding and acceptance. Her eyes dropped without looking at me and I knew that we had both accepted our positions.
Before any relief could seep into my mind, Linda announce “Darryl is going to be in town for a few days this trip and will be staying with us a couple more nights. Isn’t that great?”
I knew better than to remain silent to her question, so I replied “that’s wonderful. I will plan meals for the next two nights then.”
“Don’t bother fixing anything for us tonight as I am taken both of you out for dinner.” Darryl rose from the table and stated that he had better be going because he had an early meeting. He leaned over Linda and gave her a long and warm kiss. A quick goodbye to me and he was heading out the door.
Linda sat at the table quietly for a few minutes, picking at her food, then looked at me. “I know that this has been hard for you and certainly more than you had expected. I’m sure you want to talk about it but there just isn’t time now. I will try to get home early so we can have a few minutes for just you and
And once again I found myself being left in a lonely daze. This was beginning to be a habit! And it looks like there was still more to come.
And there is!
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
I have got to give him credit… Darryl didn’t laugh! He smiled when I opened the door, let his eyes travel from my eyes to my feet taking in my total appearance.
“Hi, good looking. Are you going to stand there looking beautiful or are you going to invite me in?” Blushing, I stepped back and held the door open for him. He smiled down at me as he passed, letting his arm brush against my padded breasts. As I shut the door behind him, he set his bag down, then turned to me and gave me a hug.
“I must say, you don’t look anything like my old friend. I guess I didn’t expect you to look so feminine, so passable, so pretty. And that dress is just so cute and makes you look a lot younger, almost juvenile. Do you always dress like that?”
Again, I blushed. “No, Linda’s mother is responsible for this. I usually dress age appropriate.” All of this time, he was still holding me. He finally realized my discomfort and released me. I asked him what he wanted to drink, told him where the guest room was and that he could clean up if he wished. I headed towards the kitchen to fix his drink but turned to see him heading up the stairs. “God, this is going to be a very strange night.” I thought.
His drink delivered, I headed for the master bedroom to check on Linda. She was dressed in her black dress and looked stunning. I had almost forgotten how hot and sexy she was.
“Oh, good. You are just in time to zip me up. So how is Darryl? Was he surprised by your appearance? Let me know when he is back downstairs so I can make an entrance. Now get out of here so I can finish getting ready.” And with that she turned back to the mirror dismissing me.
Darryl was just coming out of the guest room as I left Linda. He stepped aside to allow me to descend the stairs first. What a gentleman. “Linda will be down in a minute. Would you like another drink? I have to go check on dinner.” As he followed me down the stairs I was so glad that we were going down and not up, otherwise he would be looking up my short skirt.
As we reached the bottom of the stairs Darryl said “I will be right back. I need to get something out of my car.” There was a part of me that hoped I had scared him off and he was making a run for it. But I knew Linda would be upset if that happened. I guess it was finally sinking in that even though Darryl was originally my friend, that now he and Linda seemed to be closer than Darryl and I were and that this evening was really for her, not for me. I was their entertainment, not their equal. And I resigned myself to go along with whatever was expected (or demanded) of me that evening.
I heard the door open and close so I knew Darryl had returned. I headed into the living room with his drink in hand just as I heard Linda come out of the bedroom and descending the stairs. Darryl and I looked up in unison and each uttered a combined ‘wow!’. Darryl brushed pass me, ignoring his drink, and met Linda at the bottom of the stairs. I was shocked at their embrace as it was so intense. Once before I witnessed them kiss, a nice warm kiss of friends. But this was nothing like that one. This kiss was the kiss of lovers… or soon to be lovers! I was totally ignored as their embrace seemed to last forever.
It was almost comical when then broke apart and greeted each other with “hi, how have you been?” The comments just didn’t fit with the intimacy of that embrace. Finally Linda noticed me standing there watching them.
“What do you think of our
“I had no idea how far you had brought her. She looks so cute.”
Cute? Precious? Was this me they were speaking of? I had been reduced to cute and precious? Oh, my.
Finally Linda seemed to become aware again of her surroundings and suggested that we all sit down. She took Darryl’s hand and led him to the sofa, leaving me to sit alone in the chair. “
I headed to the kitchen to fetch drinks and check on the food. Everything was coming along fine so I took the drinks and a plate of appetizers back the living room. I had only been gone for a few minutes but it appeared that Linda and Darryl had been occupying themselves with a few more kisses. They broke apart as I set the refreshments on the coffee table.
“I brought some gifts with me for my two lovely ladies,” Darryl announced. He got up and walked over to the door to pick up a bag sitting there. Returning to his place beside Linda, he reached into the bag and handed a small wrapped box to Linda and then a larger present to me. “Linda, why don’t you open yours first,” he instructed.
Linda proceeded to unwrap the paper and to display the jewelry box inside. She opened the lid of the box and her mouth fell open. Darryl had given her a beautiful necklace with what appeared to be a diamond pennant hanging from it. Without a word, Darryl removed the necklace from the box and proceeded to fasten it around Linda’s neck. She looked at it and then hugged and kissed Darryl. “It’s beautiful. But you shouldn’t have given me such an extravagant gift,” she exclaimed. I was thinking the same thing. Then they both turned their attention to me.
“Go ahead, open yours,” Linda instructed.
With some reluctance I removed the wrapping paper to find what looked like a shirt box. Lifting the lid my fears were realized as I discovered something pink and lacy.
“What is it? Come on, show us,” Linda demanded. I lifted the contents out of the box to show her the frilly apron.
“I remembered how much she enjoyed wearing an apron last time we were together. So I got her a special one from me,” Darryl remarked. “And her name is embroidered on it.” Sure enough, across the front in raised lettering read ‘
At their urging, I stood and slipped into the sissy garment. Surprisingly, it went perfectly with the sissy dress I was wearing. “Oh,
Linda laughed as I finally pulled away from Darryl. She had me turn around to model the apron and even perform a curtsy for their benefit. Finally I was allowed to sit down and conversation started flowing. Darryl filled us in on his latest business dealings and Linda talked about her work and travels. I sat quietly as I knew they didn’t want to hear about my latest escapades in housecleaning.
I left them to go get the dinner ready and called them to the table as I lit the candles. Darryl was holding Linda’s chair for her as I returned with the food, then took the seat beside her, leaving the end seat for me. Dinner was cordial with the two of them occasionally including me in the conversation. But mostly the only talk directed at me was a comment made about the food (it was delicious I might add).
Following dinner, without anything needed to be said, I assumed my duties of cleaning away the dishes as they headed back to the living room. It took me nearly an hour to wash and put away the dishes. I stayed in the kitchen most of that time, coming out once to bring them coffee and once to refresh it. Each time I walked in on them kissing, the second time I think Darryl had his hand up under the hem of Linda’s dress. But I had just caught a glimpse as I didn’t look at them as I refilled the coffee cups. I guess I was trying to be a good maid and not a jealous husband. Besides, I don’t think they would have stopped even if I had protested.
Finally I came out announcing that dessert was being served and they broke their embrace. I notice that neither of them looked the least bit guilty about making out like a couple of teenagers. Linda had me stand before Darryl as I served the dessert, asserting her power and control over me for his benefit. Again, food was followed by light conversation and comments about how nice the evening had turned out. I had to agree as I was surviving my ordeal of feminine exposure as well as watching my wife enjoying the charms of another man.
And then the dreaded end of the evening arrived and it was time to turn in. I had tried to push the thought of it out of my head ever since Darryl had arrived. Now came the moment of truth.
Linda sat down her wine glass, looked over at me and said, “Honey, I think you should sleep in the guest room tonight. I am sure you understand. Darryl and I are going to turn in now. It would be great if you would have some breakfast prepared by seven so I can eat something before heading off to work.” And with that she stood, reached out her hand to Darryl, and the two of them walked towards the stairs. She stopped at the foot of the stairs and turned back to me.“Honey, would you please unzip my dress for me,” she instructed me. As I walked over and slowly pulled down the back zipper I realize that this was her way of having me accept and prepare her for her new lover. And Darryl claimed his place by placing his hand on Linda’s bottom as they climbed the stair
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
The housework was done. The meal couldn’t be started for several hours. I couldn’t get ready this early. What was I going to do all day? I sat down with a cup of coffee at the kitchen table, lost in thought about what was about to happen. My relationship with Darryl was now changed. I was not going to be able to stay as his old friend and co-worker from years ago; someone he enjoyed talking sports with or sitting in the bar sharing a few beers. Tonight, and in his mind forever after, he would see me in my feminine role as I catered to him and my wife. And she would not be acting as my wife but rather more like his friend and date. They would be on a different plain than me as I would be their servant girl. And after tonight, I was sure that none of us would be able to go back to the way things had been. New roles were being defined, boundaries were being crossed, and change was coming.
I sat there a long time lost in thought when the ringing phone brought me back to earth. It was Linda’s sister, Julie. The first question out of her mouth was “so what do you and Linda have going on tonight?” I wasn’t sure how to respond and started to sputter a reply when she interrupted. “Is tonight the night your friend Darryl is coming? What do you have planned?”
I wanted to answer that I had nothing planned, that the planning has been totally in the hands of her sister. And I had no idea how much Linda had shared of those plans with Julie. So I uttered a ‘yes, he is coming tonight. I am fixing dinner and then I guess that we are just going to sit around and talk.’
Julie wanted to know what I was fixing so I gave her the menu breakdown. I don’t know how much she was really interested in that because as soon as I finished she asked “are you going to be doing this as
With nothing else to do, I set the table for the evening, even dug out two candles for the table. At the very least I was going to impress Darryl with my skills as a housewife. Goodness knows there isn’t much else I could impress him with. I hadn’t planned on starting getting ready until but shortly after I found myself getting bored and nervous. So I headed upstairs to take my bath. The bubble bath was so soothing and relaxing that I must have laid in the tub for 45 minutes. Finally I decided it was time to shave and rinse off. I put on my make-up, an excellent job I might add, and had just stepped into the bedroom to decide what to wear when I heard a knock on the front door, followed by the sounds of it opening and someone saying ‘hello?’.
It was my mother-in-law! She knows about my dressing and has seen me several times, even taken me out shopping as
“Hello honey. Are you getting ready for the big night already?” Did everyone know about tonight?
She was carrying something in a department store dress bag that she laid on the bed beside me. “I brought you something special to wear tonight for your big debut in front of your friend. (Yea, she knew) But first let’s pick out some undies for you to wear.” And with that she walked over to my dresser and started opening drawers. I found it strange that she seemed to know where things were. I sat quietly as she selected a bra and panty set then reached in another drawer for a pair of stay-up thigh high stockings. She handed me the clothes and acted like she was going to stand there and watch me dress. Without a word, I walked into the bathroom and closed the door. I put on the underwear without giving a thought to the idea that my mother-in-law had just pick out my clothing. I immerged from the bathroom without putting on my robe as I knew I would be taking it right off again. She smiled at me as she took in the sight of her sissy son-in-law wearing bra, panty, and stockings. She had taken the dress out of the bag and I saw it for the first time. It was pink and short with a flared skirt, short puffy sleeves, and a generously cut neckline. It was cute, but it looked like something a young teenage (maybe even pre-teen) girl would wear… not something someone my age would wear.
“Linda said that she really wanted to show you off to your friend tonight. So when I saw this dress I knew it would be perfect.” She unzipped the dress and had me step into it, held it while I slipped my arms into the sleeves, then she zipped up the back. As I stepped in front of the mirror and took in the sight of me dressed in a sissy pink dress she walked over to the closet and got my wigs down. She selected my longest one and slipped it on my head as I kept staring in the mirror. Then she reached into her purse and took out a pink bow that she clipped on the back of my wig. The sissy look was now complete.
“Linda and Darryl are going to love seeing you like this. You look so cute.” And with that she picked up her purse, gave me a tender kiss on the cheek and said goodbye.
“Have fun tonight. I can’t wait to hear all about it.” That seemed to be a steady theme now.
I managed to pull myself away from the mirror finally, slipped on white pumps with a 3” heel, and went to the kitchen to cook. The time passed quickly and before I knew it Linda was calling to say she was on her way home. I went and ran her bath then went back to the kitchen to pour her wine. I was standing by the door with drink in hand when she walked in. She took one look at me and broke out in laughter.
“Oh, Mother really outdid herself this time. You look to be about 12 years old in that dress. You are so cute! I just love it.” She gave me a kiss on the cheek and headed up the stairs, laughing all the way. I checked on her fifteen minutes later, helped her dry off, and then went to get her another glass of wine. She was standing in her undies when I returned. She was breathtaking in her sexy black bra, panty, and garter belt. She sat down and put on her stockings, asking “how do I look?”
“Unbelievable,” I replied. “You look incredible.” She gave me a smile then told me to go wait for our guest as she finished getting ready.
The wait for Darryl was excruciating. The minutes seemed like hours. I was so nervous. What would he think of me like this? I kept going to the kitchen to check on food then back to the door to wait. Finally I hear his car pull up and then the long awaited knock on the door. I opened the door with a force smile on my face. There stood my old friend Darryl.
Monday, November 10, 2008
I suppose you want to hear about Darryl’s visit, don’t you? Oh my, so much happened in such a short time that I hardly know where to begin. But let me begin by saying that Linda and I have a strong marriage and we would never want to do anything to jeopardize that. I think we are pushing the envelope sometimes, but we always talk about it after and check the other’s feelings and reaction.
So let’s start with the day before Darryl’s arrival as that is where I left off. I spent the day in preparation of his arrival by cleaning the house very thoroughly, going to the grocery story with list in hand of the meals to prepare, made sure the laundry was done and any clothing Linda might want was ready for her (little black dress, sexy lingerie, etc). When Linda got home that night she quizzed me to be sure I had gotten everything ready. She inspected the house and asked me what the menu was going to be. Everything met with her approval so we were able to relax and spend the evening talking about what to expect.
“Darryl is really looking forward to finally seeing you in your total feminine role so that is how I want you to stay while he is here. Tomorrow I want you to prep yourself by taking a long soaking bubble bath to relax. Then shave yourself top to bottom as I want you totally hairless from your nose down to your toes. I want you to wear a nice dress as well as something sexy underneath. I will leave the choices up to you but you should look ultra feminine. Take your time with make-up and hair and do the best job you have ever done. I want you to really ‘wow’ him. Understand?” Linda asked.
“I want you to lay out my black dress, my matching black bra, garter belt, and panty set that I got with it, and pick out a pair of black stocking. Make sure there are no snags or runs in them. I will call you when I leave work so you can draw a bath for me to step into as soon as I walk in the door. While I am soaking in the tub you can get me a glass of wine and bring it to me.”
“Let’s plan on having drinks and snacks at seven, dinner at eight-thirty. You will greet Darryl at the door when he arrives around and ask him what he would like to drink. Then you can show him to the guest room in case he wants to unpack or freshen up before dinner. After you serve him his drink come see me and see if I need your help with anything.”
I sat there quietly the whole time Linda was talking. I was not only being given my instructions but also being made to understand my role during Darryl’s visit. When she was done instructing me we sat quietly and watched TV the rest of the evening. I tried to initiate sex with her but she stopped me in my tracks with just a look, a look that told me that my role as the servant had now begun and my role as her marriage partner had been put on hold until further notice.
Tomorrow… Darryl arrives!
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
So much has been happening that I had better try to catch up.
For Halloween, Linda and I went to a party at friends’ house. There were about 20 guests, most of whom we knew well. As I mention before, I wore a French Maid outfit, one that was custom made for me, not one of those cheap ‘one-size-fits-all’ specials. Linda came up with a sexy naughty nurse outfit that she borrowed from Anna, again a custom made outfit. The dress was really short and the material so thin that it was almost transparent, so everyone could clear see her bra and bikini panty through it. I told her how much everything showed when she tried it on and I tried to convince her to wear a teddy or short slip with it. But I could tell she enjoyed the naughtiness of it and was looking forward to wearing it to the party.
Once at the party, Anna informed me that I was to greet arriving guests and serve the snacks. With that, Linda and Anna walked away leaving me to attend to the guests. Of course I received many comments on out appearance, some nice and some not so nice. I can’t count the number of times the back of my short dressed was lifted up as someone stole a peak at my ruffled panties. I endured much laughter, snickers, and pinches or grabs as I helplessly wandered around the room from person to person.
Linda looked to be enjoying herself as I saw her dancing with several different partners during the evening as well as sitting for some time on Ron’s lap. I noticed his hand gently rubbing her ass the whole time while the other hand rested comfortably on her stockinged thigh. As the evening progressed so did their flirting. By the end of the evening Ron was firmly attached at the hip with Linda. And as the final guests were leaving Anna asked me to stay and finish helping her clean up while Ron offered to give Linda a ride home. It was almost ninety minutes later that I finished my work and was ready to drive home. I was a bit irritated that Ron hadn’t returned as we live only 5 minutes away from them. And I was even more concerned when Anna gave me a kiss on the cheek to thank me for all of my help, then announced that she would call Linda to tell her I was on my way. Talk about giving a ‘heads up’!
As I drove into the garage Ron was coming out the door with his arm still around Linda’s waist, only now she was wearing her robe instead of the nurse’s dress. Ron gave me a hug, whispered “thanks for everything tonight” into my ear, then dropped his hands to grab my ass and planted a big kiss right on my lips. I stood there, stunned, as he got into his car and drove off. Linda wrapped her arm around my waist and escorted me into the house. Nothing was said or asked about what had taken place that night. There would be another time for that.
I must go and finish cleaning the house… because Darryl is coming tomorrow!