Monday, November 30, 2009

Survivor - Thanksgiving

We survived the Thanksgiving holiday weekend with the only casualty being to my waistline. I wish I could figure out why I think that there has to be three times as much food available as we could possibly eat.

This year found Linda and I once again hosting both families at our house. The difference this time was that we dined with the two families on different days. We fed her family on Wednesday evening and my family on Thursday at noon. It seems to work better that way so we can both enjoy our respective families without as many worries that someone will feel slighted. By that I mean our mothers as they tend to get a bit competitive for attention.

The downside to this arrangement was that I had to prepare two meals instead of one. Also, the menu was almost identical for both days. Fortunately, that kept me from pigging out both days.

Linda made fun of me because I had prepared a spreadsheet for food preparation for both days. However, I got the last laugh as each day the all of the food was ready on time and to perfection.

I half expected that she would have me in a dress for at least one of the meals, but, fortunately, she allowed me to wear slacks and a shirt each day. Of course they were women’s black slacks and colored shirts but not overly feminine in cut or style.

However, the outline of the bra I wore each day was quite visible underneath the shirts. I know this for sure because when Linda’s sister came into the kitchen Wednesday evening, the first thing she did was come over to me to give me a hug and immediately let her hand trace the outline of my bra straps. I was busy cooking so all I could do is stand there and let her have her fun. Also, when my sister, Pam, arrived on Thursday morning, I was once again busy in the kitchen and she walked over to me and whispered in my ear, “I think one of your straps is twisted.”

I should also point out that each day I was wearing a very feminine and cute apron. On Thursday my mother’s only comment was, “you look very nice, Dear.”

For the most part it was a normal family gathering both days. I did see Pam corner Linda at one point and quietly asked her what the latest news was on Darryl.

Is he coming back here again soon? I would love to take him up on his offer to take me flying. You could come along, too, of course,” I overheard her say to Linda. She made a point of looking over at me to let me know that she was remembering what she witnessed the last time Darryl was here.

As if reading my mind, she whispered to Linda, “I still need to see Beverly in that cute little pink dress. Do you need me to baby sit sometime soon?”

Oh, boy!

Monday, November 23, 2009

Off The Reservation

I fucked up, messed up big time, screwed the pooch.. you get the idea. For some reason I rebelled this past week. I temporarily walked away from the wife-led marriage and I really don’t know why.

It started on Tuesday when I was having trouble getting into the flow of the week. I usually love cleaning and puttering around the house making it look nice. But that day I just couldn’t get into the routine. Nothing was motivating me and I really didn’t care if I had the place in tip-top shape by the time Linda got home. Even knowing that she would be displeased with me wasn’t motivating me.

Then came the meal planning, nothing was sounding good and I really didn’t want to cook. I was really out of sorts and couldn’t get focused. Somehow, I had slipped into a blue funk and nothing was getting me out of it. Also, no one was around that I could call and talk to about my problem. Linda was in meetings at work, my sister, Pam, wasn’t home, even my mother was gone. I had nowhere to turn and no one to help me. So, I just sat in the living room and watched TV. Now I almost never turn on the TV during the day, so this was very unusual for me.

That is where Linda found me when she got home. I tried to explain to her what I was going through, but it was difficult to put it into words. She offered to fix dinner and left me sitting on the sofa as she went to the kitchen. I usually get pretty protective of my kitchen and don’t want anyone messing with it, but that night it barely registered with me.

I wish I could say that having her home snapped me out of it, but it’s almost a week later and I still am struggling. I am forcing myself to try to get back into the routine, but it’s not coming easily.

I am sure that many of you struggle with trying to maintain a particular on-going lifestyle. It’s not all glitz and glamour. Daily life often forces its way into our nirvana and drags us, kicking and screaming, back to reality. I guess I should feel fortunate that I have been able to sustain my dream for as long as I have. It just feels shitty to have it disrupted. I can only hope that this is short-lived.

How do you deal with it?

Monday, November 16, 2009

Halloween Follow-Up

Yes, I am finally getting back and updating my blog. I must confess that I just ran into a case of writer’s block or maybe more like not having the desire to sit down in front of the computer and write. I feel bad that I have neglected my responsibilities to my faithful readers. I can’t promise that I will be keeping up any regular schedule, especially around the holidays, but I will try my best to make at least weekly additions to this site. And if anything really exciting happens, I will report it immediately. I promise!

I guess I should start by going back to where my last post left off… Halloween. For my costume, I just couldn’t bring myself to wear the French maid uniform as I associate it too much with actual work… cleaning or serving at parties… so that wasn’t going to feel right for this Halloween. And I am glad I didn’t wear it as at the bar we went to there were at least three other gals dressed in French maid costumes, though none as nice as my dress. Linda was kind of pushing for me to wear the little girl’s dress full of pink ruffles and frills. It would have been cute, but I wasn’t sure if it was the right thing to wear on a date with Jesse. So I finally decided to fall back on an old faithful outfit; the naughty nurse dress. It is a really short white dress (an actual nurse’s uniform that has been shortened) that unbuttons down the front. I added the nurse’s cap, a red garter that held a play hypodermic needle, and a stethoscope. Under it I wore a white bra, panty, and garter belt to support the sexy hose. I LOOKED HOT! I received several complements on my appearance at the bar along with the proper response from Jesse as he had a hard time keeping his hands off of me all night. [Naughty nurse picture from "Being Femm" blog]

I spent that Saturday afternoon getting ready by taking a long leisurely bubble bath and shaving all over. I remember the famous line from “When Harry Met Sally” about whether to shave your legs or not before a date, and what that means (if you shave your legs it means you are expecting to have sex).

Jesse picked me up at 7:00, and Linda, for some reason, found an excuse to be out of the house before he got there. He was dressed as a pirate (how original, I think that there were only 12 other pirates at the bar). We hadn’t seen each other in a several weeks so things were a little stiff at first. GET YOUR MIND OUT OF THE GUTTER!

We went out to dinner first, which was a bit awkward because my costume was a bit too sexy for normal dining spots, even on Halloween. I know my legs got a lot of attention as we walked to our table and I was aware of how I was sitting the whole time, being careful not to flash anyone. At least there were a few other people in costume dining there at the same time, so not all of the attention was on us. Jesse and I relaxed and got comfortable with each other during dinner, so I knew the night was going to be fun.

The bar was fabulous. If you have never been to a gay bar on Halloween, you must give it a try sometime. The costumes are fantastic and anything goes. The place was so packed that we really couldn’t dance much on the dance floor. We just stood close to each other and bobbed along with the music. My short dress must have been giving off some kind of invitation because I can’t count how many times I was pinched or groped by strange hands that night. Of course Jesse’s hands also found their way under the skirt several times as he held my ‘cheeks’ as we danced. I guess that I was feeling no pain from the drinks because at one point while we were on the dance floor I realized that he had his hand on my lower back and held the hem of my dress in his hand so that my panty-covered ass was totally exposed. It had been like that for like 10 minutes before I realized what was going on. When I pushed his hand down, he got a look on his face like a little boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar, trying to look all sweet and innocent.

As a gesture of full reporting to you, I must tell you that he did not spend the night with me. On the drive home, I playfully pulled his penis out of his pirate pants and kept him on the brink the entire drive. We got home before Linda (she had gone out with the girls) so the house was dark and quiet when we got there. We went to the guest room where we took turns undressing each other. I guess I had done too good of a job prepping him (hey, I was dressed as a nurse wasn’t I?) because as I brought my mouth close to his erection, it exploded all over my face. He was so embarrassed by his lack of control that he excused himself soon after that and left, pretty much leaving me high and dry. Damn, that’s frustrating!

I was asleep before Linda got home so we didn’t talk until the next morning. She just laughed at my frustration. “Now you know how girls feel,” she smirked.

So even though my Halloween ended on a negative note, it was a fun night otherwise. Jesse called on Sunday and apologized for his abrupt departure, feigning that he had never had that problem before (how many times have you heard that one girls?), and promised to make it up on our next date.

Jesse, don’t hold your breath waiting for that to happen anytime soon.