I know what you really want. You want to know what has transpired between Linda and I since we returned from
Let’s start with the juicy stuff. Sex. Or lack of sex is more like it. As you might remember, for those who have been with me for that long, in mid-November Linda and I were planning on hosting Darryl at our house for a couple of days. Linda had informed me that I would be sleeping in the guest room so she and Darryl could be together in the master bedroom. Along with that announcement came the bomb… she and I would not be having sex until after Darryl left. Unfortunately, the weather gods were not smiling on us and the ice, snow, and cold kept Darryl from making the trip.
Around that same time our favorite football team was invited to play in a bowl game in
Unfortunately for me, Linda had been so sexually satisfied by Darryl during our week in
Of course there are a few things that are reinforcing that for her… I am dressing up more around the house, like constantly, since our return. And second, she has been talking on the phone with Darryl quite a lot since we got back. I know that Darryl has been saying things to her about her sissy husband and reminding her about what I did and how I acted in
Speaking of phone conversations, Linda and Darryl have been burning up the phone lines a lot. They talk at least two times a week and sometimes it seems like its almost daily. I can tell when the phone rings that it is Darryl because Linda gets a big grin on her face, then heads for the bedroom or living room so she can talk privately. The calls last a long time, often an hour or more. After the calls, Linda is usually pensive and withdrawn, desiring to be left alone.
I guess I should mention that the reason I wasn’t upset over Linda’s phone fantasy world was because I was enjoying my own. I was receiving my share of phone calls from Roger. That man had certainly exposed a side of me that I hadn’t even known existed, and I was enjoying the thrill, even if it was long distance. I believe that the reason I was dressing more often was that I never knew when he would call and I wanted to be in femme form when he did.