Speaking of
I wanted to report on our Christmas holiday since I have the time. We spent the day with my relatives at my mother’s house. Fortunately, Linda did not insist that I wear anything feminine for the occasion, so I was able to dress ‘normal’ (meaning regular guy’s clothes). That really didn’t seem to matter as it turned out because I spent most of the time either in the kitchen or doing what would normally be considered ‘woman’s work’.
As soon as we arrived, my mother asked me to help in the kitchen with preparing the brunch. Without a word being exchanged, she handed me a waist apron to put on. I noticed her smile as I accepted it without hesitation. Since we had been the first to arrive, the rest of the family members all saw me in the kitchen at work wearing the apron as they arrived. My sister greeted me with a hug and a ‘cute’ comment. My brother-in-law just waved and retreated to the living room. My brother and his wife stood and talked to us as we worked but neither offered a hand. Even Linda stayed out of the kitchen as Mom and I cooked. I served the meal and notified the others that dinner was ready, then removed the apron and sat down as Mom brought out coffee. Other then that, it was a normal meal with my family with much laughter and fun.
After the meal concluded, I started clearing the table without a thought. However, much to my surprise, no one else offered to pitch in and I was left alone to clear and wash the dishes (having donned my apron of course). I was even summoned to serve coffee once as the rest of the family sat in the living room. Everyone had just assumed that my place was that of the ‘maid’, even me.
Finally, my kitchen work done, I was able to join them and sit and relax… for a short while. After an hour, Mom asked, “would you be so kind as to put the table cloth and napkins in the wash machine for me?” Of course I did it without hesitation, all the while thinking that it wasn’t that long ago that she would have asked my sister to do that chore. Now it seemed to have become my duty. I had taken over for my sister! Perhaps Mom was now thinking of me as her ‘other daughter’.
Even the presents I received for Christmas pointed to my feminine persona as I opened boxes of dishware, mixing spoons, special pots and pans, a Belgium waffle iron, silk bedroom sheets, and even a Christmas apron. Linda gave me dress slacks that looked like men’s… until my sister noticed that the zipper was on the side! Thankfully, she kept quiet about that until she could tease me about it when we had a moment alone. And through it all, no one in my family raised an eyebrow or uttered a discouraging word about my quickly growing feminine world.
The only time I felt the least bit uncomfortable was just before we were leaving. Linda was talking about our upcoming trip to
I asked Linda about it on the drive home. She said that she had not talked to them about Darryl. However, she had shared with her sister some of what went on that week when Darryl visited. Usually our two families don’t talk to each other much so I didn’t think that Linda’s sister, Julie, would have told Pam anything. And Linda doesn’t think that Julie said anything to their mother about what took place. But the whole thing has made me very nervous as this is a part of Linda and my private life that I do not want to share with family.
That is all going to be put aside for now as we prepare for our adventure in the sun. Let’s meet back here after the first of the year and see what happened.
Happy New Year!
Linda knows that I write this blog and understands that it is a form of therapy for me. It allows me to vent, unwind, and express my feelings of fear, excitement, nervousness, and anticipation. I knew that she read a few of my posting in the beginning. But I didn’t realize until last night that she has kept up with this blog quite regularly. I had just assumed that she had looked at it in the beginning out of curiosity, then tired of it and forgotten about it. But no, she informed me last night that she enjoys reading it and has gained much insight into me and my thinking. Oh, boy! As we were enjoying dinner last night, she brought up the blog. She was glad that I had included the adventures with Darryl and that I hadn’t painted her as a slut or a monster. “It’s important that your readers realize the love and affection we share and that we are very much a happy couple,” she commented. She went on to say what she enjoyed most were the comments left for me.
“It seems that your readers’ comments are mostly about the sexual side and how they want you to interact sexually with Darryl and for me to cut you off from sex between us. What do you think of those ideas?”
I replied that I wasn’t sure that I wanted to go down that path.
“I kind of like the idea of denying you access to me until after I’ve been with Darryl again. I think it might be a good idea to cut you off until after we return from 
I was shocked to say the least. I tried to talk her out of it, even bringing up Christmas as a hook. But it seems that her mind is made up, thanks to your suggestions! So now I can’t wait for the new year to get here.
Because of our busy holiday schedule and traveling, followed by our
2008 will definitely not be going out with a bang, at least not for me!
See you in 2009.
This entry will be a departure from my latest escapades involving Darryl, and a return to where this blog originated… that being fun and frolic between just Linda and myself. I hope you don’t mind.
Yesterday was our anniversary. I won’t say which one, only that it is well past twenty happy years. My gift to Linda was a certificate for a day of spoiling at a spa. Linda treated me to supplies for my favorite hobby (photography). Unbeknownst to me, there was even more to come.
I had an appointment to get my hair cut in the morning. As Linda was leaving for work, she handed me a small bag that was taped shut. “Give this to Meghan (my hairstylist) when you go in this morning,” she instructed, then kissed me and headed out the door with no further explanation. In the past Linda had conspired with Meghan to treat me to various forms of embarrassment and femininity exposures. I was sure that this would be something along those lines as well.
Meghan has known about ‘
Since we were alone in the salon, Meghan started peppering me with questions about how I spent my Thanksgiving and then settling in asking about Darryl’s visit. That surprised me somewhat. At my last appointment I had casually mentioned that my friend was coming for a visit. I guess I must have commented that
Because I was talking so much, I wasn’t paying any attention to what Meghan was doing with my hair. When I looked in the mirror I was shocked. She had styled my hair in a totally feminine comb-out, complete with little pin-curls. Then she opened Linda’s bag and pulled out an assortment of hair accessories: ribbons, pins, clips in all colors and styles. She smiled at the collection and began picking and selecting what she would use in my hair. When she was done I looked like something between a teen girl going to a prom and a bride on her wedding day. There was no way I was going to hide that hairstyle as combed out as it was and decorated with sparkly clips.
“This is part of Linda’s anniversary gift to you. Plus, you are to meet her for lunch at Harrington’s,” Meghan explained.
When she removed the long black apron that covered me, my clothing selection no longer looked androgynous. With my feminine hairstyle, I now looked quite feminine head to toe. Now I wished that I had worn more make up and padded my bra so I could at least look like a woman. Instead I looked exactly like what I was… a cross dressed man!
Meghan wished me luck on my lunch date and almost had to push me out the door. Fortunately, Linda was already seated when I arrived at the restaurant so I was able to walk in and sit down. She commented on how nice my hair looked and asked if I liked my surprise. “It definitely was a surprise,” I answered.
I am happy to say that lunch went extremely well. The waitress smiled warmly at me as she took our order. I received only a few glances and stares from passersby and seated patrons, mostly do to the pronounced hairstyle being out of place for that time of day and location.
All in all, it was a fun and unforgettable anniversary.
I am sure that there are very few of you reading this that know or care that the
During Darryl’s visit, on one of those rare occasions when the three of us sat around talking about trivial things, we talked about the Iowa Hawkeye
Football team and where they might be going to a bowl game. Darryl is also a Hawkeye fan, being he lived in
Low and behold, the Hawkeyes are going to be spending the holidays in warm weather, and it looks like we will be traveling there as well. Immediately after the selection was announced we got a phone call from Darryl asking us to come down and stay with him. He said that if we got game tickets for the three of us and flew down that he would pick us up at the airport and take care of all of the other expenses. We would stay with him at his beach condo.
It is an offer too good to pass up because of the great cost savings. However, I am sure you know what is going to happen. We will be on his turf for 4 days and nights, so he will be very much in charge with what goes on. I am excited about seeing my first bowl game as well as spending a few days in the warmth and sunshine. And Linda is excited about that as well as spending time with Darryl.
Darryl is very excited about having us visit, probably more so than attending the game. He said that he wants to take his ‘girls’ out for an unforgettable New Year’s Eve celebration. He knows that, since we are flying, we will not be able to bring a lot of ‘extra’ clothing, so he has instructed us to ship a box of dress-up/evening wear clothing and anything ‘Beverly will need’ so we don’t have to take it on the plane. Then he will ship it back when we leave.
There is much to be excited about, but also much that I am nervous of. Regardless, the year is going to end on a very different note.
her husband and really doesn’t have much interest in experiencing a lesbian relationship. She does enjoy my oral skills however as well as the tenderness that I bring because of being in touch with my feminine side. I realized last week that thing were different since Darryl’s visit, but hadn’t been aware of how it had carried over to Linda and my sex life until last Saturday.
The Saturday after his visit did not find us making love as we usually did. Instead, Linda asked me to spend some time pleasing her in bed. Since I was still somewhat in my feminine frame of mind carrying over from Darryl’s visit, I was happy to spoil her with a long massage as well as orally pleasing her. Once finished we realized that the morning had slipped away and got out of bed, leaving me sexually unfulfilled. I figured that we would have time later that weekend and so I wasn’t worried about it.
Unfortunately, we didn’t find time that weekend so I told myself that the next weekend we would make up for it. However, that Saturday I ended up over at my sister’s house helping get ready for our family’s Thanksgiving gathering (more on that in another post), so I was out of bed early to head over there.
I was really looking forward to this last weekend thinking that we would finally have time together. We did, but not as I thought. Image my surprise when Linda announced that morning that she didn’t want to make love but would instead manually take care of my needs. I enjoy when she does that so I wasn’t upset, but I did wonder why she didn’t want to make love, and asked her about it.
“To be honest, Honey, I am still remembering how hot it was when Darryl made love to me, and I am afraid right now that you don’t measure up to that. But don’t worry, my little sissy, we can still enjoy ourselves,” Linda stated as she rubbed my erection through my panties. I asked what was so different with Darryl and she replied “he was so powerful and masterful. He made me really feel like a woman. He has a great cock and he knows how to use it.”
“Don’t I satisfy you?”
“Sometimes, but I am still seeing you as
“I bet Darryl would never eat his cum, or any other man’s for that matter. Don’t you agree?” she asked. I nodded in agreement. “I bet you would eat another man’s cum, wouldn’t you?” 
She had me so turned on with her ministrations that I would have agreed with almost anything she asked. “I know you would because you got a taste of Darryl’s cum from my pussy, didn’t you. You liked that, didn’t you?” Again, I nodded in agreement. “And I bet you would like to taste his cum straight from his cock, wouldn’t you? Maybe next time he visits we can arrange that.”
That was all that was needed to send me over the top and I covered my stomach with my cum. Linda scooped it up in her hand and poured it into my mouth, instructing me to lick her palm clean of the sticky mess. She smiled as I followed her instructions. Next she ordered me to bring her off orally. While doing so I realized that this would probably be our ‘normal’ routine for some time to come.
I don’t know if I would rather have one holiday feast with our combined families under one roof or two get-togethers at two locations and keep the families separated. There are good and bad points to each.
When we started talking about Thanksgiving plans months ago we talked about each scenario. Linda offered to host both families at our house on Thanksgiving Day. Of course she knew who would be doing most of the cooking and pre-party cleaning… ME! However, each of our sisters wanted to host separate events this year for reasons that I won’t go into here. So to keep peace with everyone, it was decided that we would have her family’s gathering on that Thursday and my family’s on Saturday. Menus were planned and arrangements were made.
I was happy because it cut down on my work considerably. The housework was not really a factor because I would have the house cleaned regardless of whether we were having a houseful of people or it was just Linda and I. Cooking would be immensely simpler as I would only have to prepare one or two dishes for each meal (I couldn’t very well attend empty-handed now could I?).
Also, with the meals being hosted at someone else’s house I didn’t have to worry about having to entertain the ladies by appearing in some kind of feminine apparel. So I was ready to relax and enjoy the holiday. Of course you know that things would never be that easy for me, don’t you.
On Sunday before her family’s get-together, Linda informed me that she had volunteered my services to her sister and I was to ‘report’ on Wednesday morning to assist with house cleaning. I tried to find out from Linda if she had talked with her sister about Darryl’s visit, but Linda would not tell me. I know that they talk often on the phone and have shared many things throughout their adult lives. I just hoped that this wasn’t one of those things that they had shared.
When I got to Julie’s house Wednesday morning she greeted me with a hug and a sincere thanks for being able to help out. “I just hate all of the preparation for these things. I’m ok when the people are here. I just hate cleaning and the set-up.”
We got started with Julie handing me a well-worn waist apron without saying a word, just assuming that I would wear it, and worked together all morning. I must say that the house certainly need some ‘help’ and I could tell that Julie was not the most thorough housekeeper that ever lived. As lunchtime approached Julie said she would fix us something to eat while I kept working. I had just finished the bathroom when she announced lunch was ready. We sat down and enjoyed a light and simple lunch.
“How was your friend’s visit? Did you guys do anything special?” Julie inquired. I had my mouth full and was able to take a moment to think about my answer before saying anything.
I decided to keep my answer simple and not give too much detail, hoping that maybe Julie would reveal what she knows. “It was good to see Darryl and catch up on what’s been going on with him. We had dinner in two nights and he took us out one night,” I volunteered. Julie replied with a ‘that’s nice’ and then changed subjects to talk about what we needed to do to get the house ready for the next day. All of my worrying about what she knew or suspected and she just glossed over the subject. So maybe she didn’t know anything about Darryl and Linda. If she did, I was sure that she would have been either teasing me about it or digging for more details. Since she did neither I gathered that Linda hadn’t talked to her after all. It looked like I dodged that bullet.
The afternoon was spent setting the table, getting serving dishes ready, and a final walk-around to make sure the house was ready. With that completed, Julie thanked me profusely and I was on my way home.
I could make up some exciting story about the dinner being a constant embarrassment for me but, fortunately, the ladies took over Thursday morning with cooking and I was left out. I almost complained but decided not to rock the boat. I was drafted into clean-up duty after the meal was over, but even that was done without any comments made or an apron appearing for me to wear. I asked Linda about it on the drive home, wondering if she had said something, but she assured me that she hadn’t. She wasn’t sure why I had been excluded from the pre-dinner prep or why the subject of ‘
There was still my family’s dinner yet to come.
Thankfully, things have quieted down around here and starting to return to normal. Linda and I have had some time to think about everything that has taken place during the last month and finally sat down and talked about them.
She realized that it was a tough time for me with having to allow Darryl to see me in my role as Beverly, the housewife and subservient maid. Mentally, that was challenging because Darryl knew me quite well as a man, then to see that all changed as I because so utterly feminine instead. I think that was more difficult then having our family members see me in that light. I don’t have many close male friends, and this outing potentially risked losing one of my closest ones.
Then there was the matter of watching my wife become so intimate with another man. I guess I knew that it was a possibility if I was willing to admit it. But I didn’t really want to admit to myself that it would happen. Looking back, I remember thinking about that very thing when Linda and I first discussed Darryl staying with us. I knew what would eventually happen when he did stay here, but tried to block it out. The only surprise that Linda admitted was her surprise in me accepting her and Darryl becoming so intimate without ever a word of protest. She was sure that I would at least put up some token resistance to him bedding her so easily. However, she said she knew within ten minutes after Darryl’s arrival that I would be going along with everything they threw at me… and I did!
As we talked we concluded that we both had enjoyed my role as the maid to them as well as my constantly being dressed in feminine apparel and acting totally feminine. Linda was surprised that not once did I allow my male side to show. We also discussed what the future would hold and both agreed that Darryl would be welcomed here again and we would each resume our roles when that happened.
Finally, we talked about the sex. Linda stated that she would continue that with Darryl and I agreed to accept that. However, we both agreed that her involvement with another man would be strictly limited to Darryl and no others. I asked her about what took place after the party on Halloween when Ron brought her home. She said that she really didn’t plan on jumping into bed with him but that the drinks had loosened her up too much and Ron was able to take advantage of it. She talked with Anna and apologized for letting it happen. Anna was pissed at Ron and forgave Linda with the stipulation that it was a one-time occurrence and could never happen again. In trade-off, Anna got Linda to agree to have me spend a day at their house cleaning as ‘payment’. I’m not sure how I got roped into this whole thing, but it looks like I will be paying off Linda’s sin. That doesn’t seem fair, does it.
Then there is the matter of our families… I know they will want to know about Darryl’s visit and I really would rather they not know too much about what took place. So I asked Linda if she had said anything to anyone. All I got in return was a silly grin. I know she and her sister talk about many things. I was hoping that they hadn’t discussed any of this. Linda would not reply to my digging and kept trying to change the subject. Finally she tired of my constant asking and threatened me by saying that if I didn’t stop right then that she would take me over her knees and spank me. After the experiences at the hands of Darryl I wasn’t about to try pushing my luck with Linda, so I shut up abruptly and no more was said about the subject. I guess I will just have to wait until I am with her family again and see what comes up.
For the most part it was good to clear the air on all that has taken place. But there are still some lingering concerns that only time will tell how they will play out.
I can’t believe I slept through the night, falling asleep soon after my head hit the pillow on the guest bed, and not waking once. Had I gotten so accustomed to our sleeping arrangements that it didn’t even faze me now? That can’t be good. At least last night was the end of it as Darryl was leaving today and things could go back to normal… or was that even possible anymore given the changes that had occurred over the past few days. Would Linda be able to see me as her husband, or even wife, again or would I forever more be just a sissy maid in her eyes? I know my relationship with my old friend Darryl would never be the same. I mean the man had spanked my naked butt and felt my arousal from it. I could never be just an old drinking buddy ever again. Plus my wife had been his lover for three days, so that relationship was forever changed as well. No, I was pretty sure that roles couldn’t be changed back, and that Linda and Darryl certainly would not want them to regress.
I was thinking about these things as I sat at the table that last morning when I suddenly became aware of the time. I needed to take coffee up to the lovers and prepare their breakfast. As I knocked on the door to the bedroom (I couldn’t bring myself to think of it as ‘their bedroom’), I held my breath as I pushed open the door to Linda’s reply of ‘come in’. I wasn’t sure what awaited me on the other side.
Linda was lying in bed dressed in a black satin nightgown, the covers pulled up to her waist. She sat up as I walked over to the nightstand with the coffee. She smiled and said “Darryl is in the bathroom and will be right out. I bet you are happy that he is leaving today.”
Before I could reply, I heard the bathroom door open and Darryl walk into the bedroom. I didn’t turn but just continued to pour their coffee. “There’s our little sissy girl. Did you sleep well last night?” he asked as he walked up behind me.
Suddenly I found him wrapping his arms around my waist from behind as he hugged me. I looked at Linda and saw a big smile on her face. It was then I realized that he was naked! When he pulled me into him I could feel his erection pushing into my lower back. I didn’t know what to do as I looked to Linda for help and support. Instead, she smiled back at me with a wicked grin and said “why don’t you give our man a good morning kiss? That would be something we would have in common.”
Before I could reply Darryl loosened his grip on my waist and spun me around so I was facing him. As soon as I looked up at him he lowered his face so his lips met mine. Once again I was pulled into a tight squeeze, only this time I was locked in a kiss, and only my clothes were separating us. When the kiss finally ended (did it last an hour or was that just my imagination?), I found myself first looking at the big grin on his face and then my eyes traveled south, locking on the site of what was poking out between us. His erection was huge and it appeared to be looking up at me! I heard Linda suggest that I get a closer look at it but, instead, I was able to pull away from Darryl’s grip and tried to resume serving coffee. They both laughed at my discomfort as I handed each a cup of hot brew. Flushed with shame, I quickly exited the bedroom to the sounds of their mutual laughter.
How could Linda do that to me; put me in that embarrassing position, and then make that awful suggestion that I get closer to Darryl’s manhood. I know where that would have led and I didn’t want any part of it. I went about my duties in the kitchen preparing breakfast and listening for them to come down.
Once again we sat around the table and talked about ordinary things, ignoring what had taken place in the bedroom this morning or over the last few nights. Darryl thanked us again for our hospitality, saying how much he enjoyed spending time with us. Linda asked when he would be back and he promised that it would be very soon. It didn’t shock me when she once again offered him a place to stay whenever he was in town. After these last three days I knew we would be seeing Darryl more often in the future.
He talked about having to make a business trip to
Finally the time had come for Darryl to depart. I was able to get away with just a quick hug, no kisses. However, he and Linda embraced long and tight and I could see that neither wanted this trip to end so soon. Then the front door closed and we heard his car drive away. Linda turned towards me. I could see that she was fighting to hold back crying.
“It has been an interesting three days. I know that things have been trying for you and you have been surprised at what took place. We need to talk about it and to work on getting back to ‘us’. But I would like to ask you to give me another day before we talk so I can put this behind me. Then we can sit down and you can ask anything you want. Just let me have a little more time to get my mind straightened out. Ok?” She gave me a hug then went to get her purse. She gave me a nice warm kiss before leaving for work.
The door closed behind her and I sat down at the table to once again get lost in my thoughts. It had been an unbelievable experience with Darryl, taking us places that I never dreamed we would go. It had left an imprint on Linda and I, on our marriage, and on our friendship. This was going to take some time to work through. Fortunately, our love for each other is strong and I was sure we would get through this together.
Well, my dear readers, that is the saga of Darryl’s visit. Thanks for staying with me and putting up with the breaks. I hope I have done a good job of retelling what took place. There is more to come with family reactions, holiday gatherings, our discussions, and everyday occurrences. They won’t be as exciting as this has been because I don’t know if I could handle anything as tough as this anytime soon. I know that there have been many questions asked and I will try to get them all answered. One I will address now is that there are no photos to share here. That would be way too dangerous for me to post photos of Linda or Darryl as it could do too much harm, and really wouldn’t contribute all of that much to the site. So just conjure up in your mind any image that you wish to attach to Linda or Darryl and make do with that.
And with that, I will now try to return to my ‘more normal’ blogging. Don’t worry, there’s plenty more excitement ahead!
