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 ‘
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
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
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.