All Hers

The Dating Game

2011-08-09T11:33:00.001-05:00

There’s been some dating going on. Who do you think it is… Linda or me? Or both?? Details to come…

Getting ready for the date(s?).

Perfect!

2011-07-26T11:36:00.001-05:00

They say that nobody is perfect, and I am about as far from perfect as one can get. So I thought I would share with you some photos I found that are near perfect in my opinion. Tell me what you think…

Isn’t this a cute look? Wish I could pull it off.

What a great expression on her face. She is really into it.

And speaking of being into it! Wow!!

And here are a few looks I really like.

I really love the small breasts on this gal. I would gladly settle for a set like those. What about you?

If You Could Go Back In Time…

2011-06-10T16:48:00.001-05:00

I have asked myself this question many times, and usually come up with the same answer, but not always. If I could go back in time what would I change about myself? That’s the question. How would you answer it? What would you change if you could?

If I could go back in time…

I would want to grow up as a real girl.

I would love to have real breasts…

and I would not want to hide them!

I would probably be bisexual.

I would want to experience being pregnant also.

Other then that, I would keep things the same. Mostly. At least some of the time. But not always. Well, maybe. Do you know what I mean?

Would you…?

2011-06-06T16:20:00.001-05:00

Answer the following questions for yourself. There are no test scores, no right or wrong answers, so just be honest with yourself and see how you would answer these…

Would you…

…serve someone breakfast in bed? Who? How would you be dressed… or would you be naked? Would you do it without being asked/ordered?

…go to a beauty salon and get a feminine hairstyle?

… or your eyebrows shaped into a high feminine arch, or maybe get a mani/pedi??

… permanently alter your body with either a feminine tattoo or a piercing?

…dress as a sissyboy, go out shopping as a girl with a girl(s)?

… be seen by others in some kind of fetish wear or following someone’s orders?

…let someone spank you? In front of a family member??

…go on a date with a man and give him sexual relief?

…would you taste his cum, maybe even drink it?

I must confess that I have done all of these things, and even more! But that will have to wait until another time.

So, how did you do? Care to tell us about it??

These Are A Few Of My Favorite Things

2011-06-02T08:58:00.001-05:00

I love getting my hair done and then sitting around talking to the other gals while we wait for our hair to dry.

I enjoy cooking, especially baking, and I don’t mind housework at all.

I love shopping and believe that she who dies with the most shoes… WINS!

Nothing beats sharing hot wet kisses with Linda (or maybe a cute guy!).

And I always insist on lending a hand whenever I can.

Those sure beat bright colored packages tied up with string!

Getting Back Into It A Little At A Time

2011-06-01T12:27:00.001-05:00

I figure the best way to get back into the “blogger habit” is posting a little bit at a time until my creative juices start flowing again. So taking a queue from Saragirl’s wonderful blog (Saragirl’s Sissy Confession), I will start with posting some photos I have found that I really like.

This is how I best serve Linda. I find myself in this position quite often as she likes it even more than me.

I love the relaxed look of this lady. Of course I like what she is wearing even more.

It’s almost like she is saying “alright, let’s get this over with.”

I have found myself in this predicament a few times. (I must admit that at times I have found it enjoyable. But don’t tell Linda.)

Linda used to do this for me but hasn’t done so in a very long time. I am so glad that she still allows me this method of release.

I’m still doing my housework, not too often in a maid’s uniform, but always looking my feminine best. I never know who might be dropping in or if Linda is bringing home a guest for dinner.

Since I am almost always dressed as Beverly when home, we often are getting ready together, just like two sisters. It has really brought us closer together and we look for ways to help each other out.

Well, that’s just a start. I will try to keep this going. Thanks for staying with me.

I’ve tried, I’ve really tried…

2011-04-27T08:54:00.001-05:00

I can’t tell you how many times I have sat down to update my blog over the last year, just to find myself staring blankly at that screen, unable to get my fingers to move on the keyboard. I know I have disappointed many, frustrated a few, and just downright pissed off the rest of you. I started this blog as both an act of therapy for what my life was becoming in my wife-led/crossdressing relationship with Linda as well as an outlet for my creative talent(?).

I have much to tell, to report, to share. On one hand much has happened, yet on the other much as stayed the same. People have come and gone out of our lives, some bonds have strengthen while others have weakened. And like life in general, there have been goods and bads, highs and lows.

Linda and I are still as much in love as we always have been, my feminine side still gets explored (and exploited). I know I will enjoy the writing experience when I start up again… I just have to DO IT. Who knows, maybe this is just the kick start I needed. I can feel the creative juices starting to build… oops, I was wrong. I just needed to go to the bathroom. Oh well, I will keep working at it.

Getting Back To Normal?

2011-01-21T10:15:00.001-06:00

I don’t want to give the wrong impression here. I am not into adult baby play in any way. I agreed to use the diapers because it just made sense under the circumstances. But I am sure that Mike drew a different conclusion after seeing me dressed as I was.

I stayed on the couch while Linda and Mike worked and talked at the dining room table. I could hear them out there talking softly but I soon fell back to sleep. When I awoke two hours had passed and Mike was gone so I don’t know what else took place. When I asked Linda if anything was going on between them she insisted that it was all business, that nothing more than mild flirting and harmless touches had happened.

“Well,” she conceited, “he did kiss me when he left, but that was his way of being friendly. You have nothing to worry about.” And with that the subject was dropped, at least for the time being.

“What’s with this baby get-up?” I asked, looking at the pink gown and diaper cover that enveloped me.

“That’s just practical apparel for someone in your condition,” Linda responded. “Besides, it’s cute. It’s not like everyone’s going to see you.”

“What about Mike? He saw me. Twice!” I argued. “I can’t imagine what he must think of me.”

“Oh, don’t go worrying about what Mike thinks. I’m sure he has more important things on his mind. Besides, he said you looked darling napping there.” I didn’t mention him calling me ‘Honey’ and wondering what that was all about.

“And what’s with that pacifier?” I inquired.

“I just thought it looked cute too. It just helped complete the picture. Right now you are as helpless as a baby so it’s fitting to enjoy the whole experience,” Linda explained.

Over the next several months I healed, went in and out of depressive states, and felt totally helpless most of the time. Now when I look back I realized all of the things my family was doing to support me. I just wasn’t appreciative of it at the time. Linda, Mom, and my sister were doing all they could to help me recover. I was soon able to use my arms somewhat limitedly which allowed the diapers to go away, and with that the whole baby thing. I think I was the only one happy with that.

Nothing Like a Nap To Bring Everything Into Focus

2011-01-11T15:59:00.001-06:00

A week after my accident I had an appointment to return to my doctor so he could check how I was mending and healing. Linda took the day off work so that she could drive me to the appointment. I think she was feeling a little guilty for being away on her business trip when I was injured. I was finally cutting back on the pain pills so I was starting to think more clearly, not always feeling like I was in a fog.

Linda was still insisting that I wear a diaper and “changing me” two to three times a day. That meant that I was often sitting around in a wet and cold diaper for hours on end. I complained to her about it but she rebuffed me saying the alternative was to not be wearing anything on my lower half so I could use the toilet without assistance. I realized how difficult that would be, at least until I regained some usage of at least one of my arms, so I reluctantly went along with her diapering plan.

“Since we are unable to do anything else sexually right now, being diapered will remind you of what a sissy little girl you are, as helpless as a baby,” she prodded me as she dressed me for my doctor’s visit.

I was glad that I was not required to undress in the exam room as the doctor was only interested in my arms. He was concerned with the color of my left arm and asked me how I was feeling. When I said little in reply, Linda jumped in to respond.

“He’s been sleeping most of the time due to the medication so he’s lying in bed most of the day. He tells me that he is a lot of pain most of the time and doesn’t want to get out of bed, even to use the bathroom. So I have had to start using diapers so he doesn’t need to get up.”

I was shocked to hear the doctor reply that diapering me sounded like a good idea. Linda beamed while helping slip my coat on.

“Do you need changing before we go?” Linda asked as the doctor broke into a wide smile. “I’m sure the doctor would let us use the room long enough to put a fresh diaper on you.”

Red faced, I indicated that I was fine and we left the office. I was quiet on the drive home, not wanting to refer to the incident that had just taken place. When we arrive home Linda helped me take off my clothes, and then had me lay on the bed as she placed a fresh diaper on me. She dressed me in a yellow baby doll nightie, put some lipstick on me and sprayed me with some perfume.

“What is that for?” I asked.

“Your face looked a little pale and the perfume will help cover up any odors that might drift out of your diaper.”

She helped me get settled on the sofa, brought me a pain pill, and then left me to drift off for an afternoon nap. I awoke later to what in my groggy state I thought was a door bell ringing, then tried to focus on the sounds of a man and woman voices. I slowly opened my eyes as I became aware that the voices were now in the same room as me. I looked up from the sofa to see Linda standing besides Mike.

“Honey, you remember Mike don’t you, my co-worker who I went with on my trip last week? I know you met him at the airport but may not have remembered him dropping me off when we returned as you were pretty out of it then.” As Linda was smiling down at me I realized that she was holding his hand, having just led him into the room, and they were both wearing identical smirks on their faces.

“Hi again,” Mike said. “Don’t get up. You look quite comfortable there.”

It was then that I realized how I was dressed and that it had been the second time Mike had seen me dressed in a short, feminine, babydoll gown… only this time it was even worse! While I had been napping, Linda had covered me with a short pink baby blanket that was covered in a baby print design. It was only covering my chest and arms, leaving me exposed from the waist down. That meant that my diaper and plastic diaper cover were on full display! And to make matters worse, if that was possible, during my nap Linda had placed a pacifier in my mouth and I had been sucking on it without realizing it. No wonder Mike had been smirking at me. I was laying there looking like an adult baby in full bloom. I quickly spit the pacifier out but it was too late, the damage had already been done. First time Mike had met Linda’s husband I had been fully dressed as Beverly. And the next two times he had seen me in baby apparel. In his mind I was truly Linda’s sissy husband and there was nothing I could say at that moment that would change his mind.

“I just stopped by to drop some papers off that Linda needs to look at tonight,” he stated. “You just go ahead and finish your nap, Honey. I won’t keep her long.”

Honey? Did he just call me Honey? Before I could reply, Mike pulled Linda closer by her hand and softly said, “Why don’t we go into the other room and let her sleep?”

Linda smiled warmly at me and allowed herself to be directed out of the living room by Mike, who had released her hand and now had his arm around her waist in a very possessive manner.

At least she hadn’t placed the pacifier back into my mouth. And when did she buy it and the blanket. Were there more surprises to come?

You Need to Check Out Her Blog

2011-01-07T15:27:00.001-06:00

One of my favorite blogs mentioned my humble little blog recently. I want to offer a bit thank you to Suzanne at “All Mine”. She has a great blog that I follow every day. Be sure to check it out.

http://suzanne-allmine.blogspot.com/?zx=cbcec968f0da0e17

Once Upon A Time…

2011-01-07T15:23:00.001-06:00

As promised, I am back trying to revive this blog. I must have sat down at the computer twenty to thirty times over the last several months with the intent of writing something. But the words just wouldn’t come and I found myself putting off writing, hoping for a better day to come soon. Unfortunately, I just couldn’t find the inspiration or desire to get back into writing mode. Anyone who writes a blog on a regular basis knows that inspiration and desire must be there or the writing is pure hell. That’s what I have been going through. I felt like I needed to write, that I owed it to you to put something down on paper/screen. But I just lacked the desire. Finally Linda convinced me that I just had to start by writing something, that by doing so I would slowly regain the desire to write again. So that is what I am attempting today.

It would be nearly impossible for me to reconstruct everything that has happened since my accident, plus it would boarder on pure torture to the reader to waddle through most of it. Instead, I am going to try to recapture the important, essential, and, hopefully, interesting parts of the past. It is also my hope that there will be new adventures to share as well as Linda and I attempt to resurrect our life and wife-led lifestyle. I think I know what you like and why you visit my blog, so I will concentrate on those aspects for awhile.

With that in mind, let’s go back to shortly after my accident and the start of my recovery. If you read (or re-read) those last few entries, you will remember that after I came home from the hospital I was on some pretty heavy pain meds to help me through the discomfort I was feeling. Discomfort??? Who am I kidding. I was hurting bad! I loved those pills!!

And here was my problem. Besides being in pain, I was unable to use either of my arms and hands since the right was badly broken and in a cast and the left was severely sprained and heavily bandaged. This meant I was totally helpless to do most things for myself… eating, dressing, and most embarrassing… going to the bathroom.

Linda was gone on a business trip so my sister, Pam, and mother were taking care of me. Pam was doing most of the care the day I came home from the hospital. It was a good thing that I was mostly out of it due to the drugs because it was really tough for me to have to allow my sister to have to help me go to the bathroom. I couldn’t even reach down to tuck myself into my underwear so she had to handle my boy parts every time I had to go. She made jokes about it hoping to relieve some of my embarrassment, but it was still difficult for me to endure. She decided that it would be easier if I wore a skirt so I wouldn’t have to have her or Mom pull down my pants. They could just reach up under my skirt and pull my panties down and not see my boy parts. So I wore skirts and sleeveless tops during most of that time.

When Linda was due back from her trip, Pam dressed me in a pretty pink nightie, helped me shave, and put make-up on me so I would look nice when Linda got home. That was how I was dressed when Linda came into the bedroom, followed by Mike. You may need to go back and read my blog from June 15 (A Few Steps Forward) to remind yourself about this part of my past. Fortunately, I was too drugged up on pain pills to think too much about being seen by Linda’s co-worker dressed that way. Later I would learn that there would be repercussions from it.

There was one change that took place after Linda got home. For the next few days while she was at work Pam and Mom took turns coming over to our house to check on me and fix my lunch. But when the weekend came Linda took over those duties and told them that they wouldn’t need to come over as often after that because Linda would make sure that I was alright during the day. Neither question Linda, and looking back, I think a discussion must have taken place that I wasn’t privy to.

Saturday, while Linda was helping me ‘clean up’ after a bathroom break, she informed me that she couldn’t be bothered every time I need to go to the bathroom. So she had come up with a solution… she was going to have me wear diapers until I was finally able to take care of myself again! She pulled my panties off and marched me into our bedroom where she proceeded to have me lay on the bed. She slid a diaper under me then followed it with a pink plastic diaper cover. The plastic pant had little bows and ribbons along with little girls dancing all over it. I had no idea where she got such a thing but later she told me that she had ordered the diapers and plastic pants off of ebay right after Pam had called her to tell her about my accident. She told me that the diaper would allow me to go all day without having to go to the bathroom ‘the conventional way’. So for the next several weeks I was constantly in diapers and was changed after I had used them. Even Mom and Pam changed me when they came over. I think that was more embarrassing then when they were tucking me back into my panties earlier.

Most of this time I was dressed in babydoll nighties so I looked real sissy. Of course that lead to another unforgettable moment thanks to Linda. I will share that next time.

Happy New Year!

2010-12-31T10:39:00.001-06:00

I know that it has been a long time since I last updated my blog. A lot has happen over the past year… medical problems followed by personal problems, lack of ambition on my part connected to changes occurring in Linda and my lives. I apologize for not getting back to my blog but I needed the time to allow me to mend, heal, accept, and move on.

I am planning on resuming the blog in 2011. This will mean bringing you up to date with changes and, hopefully, sharing new adventures. Thanks to everyone who has written and expressed concern as well as those who have faithfully checked back to see if anything new had been added. I don’t want to write junk or post garbage. I want my blog to be truthful, insightful, and interesting, and I won’t post if I cannot maintain the level to which you have come to expect.

So, to you my friends, have a great New Year’s Eve, party hardy, play safe and sane, and we will see you in the new year.

Respectfully,

Beverly and Linda

A Few Steps Forward

2010-06-15T15:27:00.001-05:00

I’m getting back into my routines finally. I’m able to pick up where I left off with my work while only suffering a small loss of income and only one client who couldn’t wait for me to get better. I am also dressing enfemme most of the time and resuming the cooking and cleaning as before the accident. My typing is still slow and some motor skills are slow returning. But for the most part I think everything is going to be alright.

Thanks to everyone who wrote to me, left comments on my posts, and kept checking in to my blog to see if anything new had been posted. I’m sorry for the long delay but I needed to take the time to heal in several ways. Your support and understanding is greatly appreciated by both Linda and me.

I am not going to try to reconstruct everything that has taken place over the last 5 months. Most of it is boring and doesn’t belong on this blog. But there are a few things that I think need to be covered to be able to continue the blog from this point.

First, I did not have a Super Bowl party. If you remember Linda had discussed fully bringing Beverly out to our family and friends. Most of the family knows or suspects that I spend much of my time in my feminine role and a few of our friends know and have met or spent time with Beverly. But the plan was to have me fully show that side to everyone we are in contact with on a regular basis, and the venue was to be at our Super Bowl party. Well, needless to say there was no party. In fact, I barely remember the game due to the strong pain pills I was taking at the time. I spent the day laying on the sofa snoozing off and on. I think Linda was there but I don’t think anyone else was. Maybe my mother stopped in to check on my but I really don’t remember.

I do remember Linda coming back from her business trip to the east coast. She was brought home by her co-worker and travel companion, Mike. I was in bed when she got home. Pam had been taking care of me and had me dressed in a pink nightgown. She had decided that I had to try to look good for Linda’s return so she had put make-up on me and fixed my hair. I was pretty zoned out on pills when Linda got home but I definitely remember her walking into the bedroom with Mike right behind her. They had both wanted to check on me.

I had briefly met Mike at the airport when I dropped Linda off and she had introduced us. At the time she didn’t introduce me as her husband, just as Beverly, so I wasn’t sure if Mike knew just who I was. And there we were meeting for a second time with me once again dressed as Bev. I don’t know if it was my imagination or the drugs but I thought that I detected some closeness going on between them. Linda kissed me on the check and said she would be back in a minute, then proceeded to walk Mike out.

I later learned from Linda that there had been some flirting going on during their trip but nothing happened, though she did say that they had a couple of late nights together during the trip. She told me that they had gone out to dinner both nights and then gone to the hotel bar for a nightcap. She said that they had gone back to their rooms well past midnight each night. The last night Mike walked her to her door and kissed her while trying to persuade her to let him come in. She rebuffed his advances and was able to stop him with just a couple of kisses. I didn’t ask if she was disappointed that she had stopped because I really didn’t want to know the answer.

I am finally back into my cleaning and cooking routine so Linda is returning home after work to a clean house and a hot meal. I have tried to repay my sister and mother by offering to come clean their homes but neither would hear of it, saying they were happy to be able to help me through the rough times.

During the darkest of times I quit dressing enfemme for about 6 weeks. Then I slowly started reverting to the old ways by wearing a skirt and top but not putting on make-up. Linda kept insisting that I would feel (and look) better if I put on some make-up but I wouldn’t listen. It finally took a trip to my friend and hairstylist, Meghan, to get me to come around. While working on my hair, she was spending a lot of time talking to me and listening to my sad story. I wasn’t paying too much attention to what she was doing with my hair but when she finally let me look in the mirror I saw that she had fixed it really cute and feminine. All of the old desires and feeling about my feminine side started rushing back in. I gave her a big hug when I left and rushed home to put on a dress and fix my face. Linda was really pleased when she walked in the door and saw her old Beverly was back.

During my recovery period Linda did not push the wife-led marriage aspect of our relationship. She let me recover at my own speed. As soon as she saw me that night after my trip to the beauty salon, she jumped back into her leadership role in our marriage. During dinner she told me that it was time for me to get back to where I belonged… as the wife in our relationship. She wanted me to return to keeping the house up and doing my chores. No more slacking off. She also said that I had been staying inside too much and she wanted us to begin having a social life again. Beginning that weekend she wanted us to go out with me as Beverly.

It looked like things were back to normal for us.

Back Among The Living

2010-05-27T15:00:00.001-05:00

I am so sorry for letting this blog sit silent for so long, my dear friends. Thank- you to all of the kind people who expressed their concerns for Linda and me, and for sending your blessings as well as showing your support for my simple blog. It really means a great deal to me, more then you will ever know.

I don’t know if I will be able to reconstruct everything that has taken place over the last few months, and not sure that I want to relive most of it. I never really knew what a depression was. I had heard the term and knew others who had suffered through it, but I found out that it is impossible to truly understand the gravity of the situation until I was forced to live through it. I would not wish that experience on my worst enemy.

I don’t want to dwell on the negative but feel I must report on some of it for those who worried about and stuck by me. I am still not fully recovered and am told that it might take months before I feel I have ‘totally recovered’ (if there is such a thing). The broken and sprained bones are healed though I still feel some discomfort and weakness in both wrists at times. It’s the shattered ego that is taking the longest to heal.

I am not comfortable with asking for help. But this injury forced me to rely on others much more that I wanted. Just the simple tasks of dressing, bathing, even going to the bathroom required assistance. My modesty quickly and forcibly disappeared. Having to have one’s wife, mother, or sister wipe your bottom or zip up your pants will reduce even a strong person to tears.

Expressing my feminine side was not of interest for me following my accident. All I wanted to wear was something that was comfortable and easy to slide on and off. I did not feel the least bit feminine. At the hospital the nurses and doctors treated me like the lady I had presented at the ER. I didn’t have to move much so laying there in bed I really didn’t care much for how I was dressed. Linda and Pam made sure that I had feminine clothes available and I checked out of the hospital in a simple button-up the front dress with big sleeves. It was easy to put on over my cast and bandages so I didn’t complain.

Once home I really didn’t care what I wore because I was on pain pills and slept most of the time. After the second week Linda talked me into dressing more as Bev as well as wearing some make-up (she had to put it on of course). Pam and Mom came by during the day while Linda was working and assisted me. The embarrassment of having them pull up my panties after helping me in the bathroom slowly died away and became just part of the routine. There is more to this part that I will relate later.

I think it was watching others taking care of my housework that really started the depression. I couldn’t help and just had to sit and watch them. I had to inform my clients that I would be taking some time off work because of the accident so I knew that I was not contributing to our financial situation either. These really pushed the depression faster.

More to come soon.

Updating Bev's Blog

2010-04-06T16:28:00.002-05:00

Hi, this is Linda. I think that this is only the second time I have commented on this blog since Bev started it. I am doing so now to update you as to why it has been quiet for so long. I know that Bev was pretty good at keeping this current. So I'm sure you have been wondering what happened.
As you know, Bev had a nasty accident this winter and broke her right arm while also severely spraining her left arm. Both took longer to heal than expected, plus there were some complication with the right arm healing.
Because of this, Beverly slipped into a bad depression in March. She was unable to do much of anything and hated the idea of having to have other people do things for her. It was not a good time for either of us, though Bev had the worst of it.
It looks like we have finally turned the corner and life is beginning to get back to our version of normal. I know Bev has felt bad about letting this blog slide. We are both hoping that she returns to it soon as it is good mental therapy for her.
I can't promise to update any further anytime soon. I am hoping that I don't have to. Thanks to all of you who have been faithfully following this blog and returning for updates.
Linda

PS... I took time to go back and read several of Beverly's posts and find it very interesting to read her feelings and thoughts. I must say that she has captured events quite faithfully.

ER is More Than A TV Show

2010-02-24T08:15:00.001-06:00

I looked really good that day. Even though I was wearing a simple cardigan sweater and skirt, it was an attractive outfit, very flattering on me. Pam had complemented me on my appearance as she hung up my coat. I had worn my leather knee high black boots and changed into casual shoes at her place. I loved those boots… little did I know that they would lead to my down fall, literally.

The roads were starting to get slick from the falling snow and I was glad to be finally pulling into my own driveway. I grabbed the bag containing my shoes and headed across the driveway to the side door. I had taken about a half a dozen steps when suddenly I was face down on the snow-covered concrete.

I was just about to start swearing at myself for being such a klutz and ruining my stockings (I had worn stockings with a garter belt instead of pantyhose because I wanted to feel sexy even if all I was doing was visiting my sister) when the pain hit. I won’t repeat what I said, but it wasn’t very ladylike, I assure you.

I immediately realized that my right arm was broken. And as I tried to push myself up with my left arm, more pain set in. I wasn’t sure but I thought that I had broken both arms. Somehow, I got to my feet and got over to the door. Opening it was going to be a challenge, but I found that my left hand could move slightly without causing more pain. I got the door unlocked and got inside. I sat and cried for several minutes while trying to think what to do.

Fortunately, I have Pam on speed dial, so I called my sister for help. She got there in record time, and now I wonder how she did that on those roads. She was happy to see that I still had my coat on.

“Come on, I’m taking you to the emergency room right now,” she commanded. I tried to tell her that I couldn’t go dressed as I was, that she had to help me get changed. But as I screamed in pain as she tried to remove my coat she said, “There is no way that I can undress you by myself in your condition. You are going to have to suck it up and realize that you have to go to the hospital as you are.”

I knew she was right but I didn’t want to have a bunch of strangers seeing me as Beverly. I realized that I had no choice and allowed her to help me get into her car. All the way to the hospital she kept assuring me that the hospital staff, especially those in the ER, had seen people like me before. That really didn’t help me feel any better, but at that point I had no choice.

My appearance created some problems at the hospital in that Pam was calling me Beverly as she spoke to me and my look said ‘female’. But as I was being admitted and being asked questions the confusion set in momentarily. I was asked my name, and since I knew that this was going to go on my insurance I knew I had to give the legal information. So I told the admitting nurse my male name and watched her facial reaction go from confusion to recognition.

“Would you prefer to be addressed as Beverly?” she thoughtfully asked.

I was in so much pain that I really couldn’t answer at that point so Pam replied “it might be easier until we get her changed.”

“That won’t be a problem as we can’t very well put an ID bracelet on her arms right now. So you can do the talking to the doctor and I will tell the other nurse who will be working with Beverly,” Nurse Amber replied.

Amber asked Pam to help her get my coat off gently as I sat on a gurney. I just about passed out from the pain during the ordeal. Then they removed my boots as I laid down.

“We won’t worry about the rest of her clothing just now. They will want to get x-rays but can do that with the sweater on most likely,” Amber stated as she covered me with a white sheet.

Dr. Wagner, the on-call ER physician came in a few minutes later. He talked to Pam and allowed me to just quietly lie there. A couple of times, as he examined both arms, he called me Beverly. I wasn’t sure if he knew differently at that point as I wasn’t really focusing too well then.

“We are going to take you to x-ray now and get a better look at those arms. I’m thinking that your left arm is probably just sprained and not broken. The x-ray will tell us for sure. Your right arm is definitely broken but I can’t tell how bad yet. As soon as Nurse Kelly gets here we will go,” the doctor stated reassuringly.

As if on cue, another nurse, Kelly I presumed, walked in. “I will be taking Beverly down to x-ray now,” she said after introducing herself. Since she hadn’t looked at any chart, and was calling me Beverly, I knew that she had spoken to Nurse Amber. I wondered how quickly news of me was spreading through the ER. “Pam, you can come with us and wait in the waiting room there. Then we will take Beverly into another room as the doctor looks at the x-rays and decides further treatment. Sorry we can’t give you anything just yet for the pain, Beverly. But as soon as we can, I will get you something.”

I don’t know how long I was in x-ray as I somehow managed to sleep, or more likely pass out. I remember the pain as they moved my arms around. I don’t remember hearing the x-ray technician speak to me or comment to anyone about me. I think that perhaps he had been informed of me privately.

Soon I was being told that I was going to sit up so that I could be undressed and put into a hospital gown. Nurse Kelly asked another nurse, I never got her name, to help her. Once again I assumed she had been told about me because she didn’t act surprised during the undressing process by my change in apparent gender.

Pam was in the room with us and tried to keep things light by commenting on my sexy underwear. “Beverly, I had no idea that you were wearing such nice things to come visit me,” she joked as my sweater and skirt were removed, revealing the matching set of bra, panty, and garter belt.

“Looks like you won’t be wearing these stockings again,” she stated as she showed me the holes in the knees.

I don’t even know if I was able to blush at that point. I remembered that a few days earlier I was worrying about our upcoming Super Bowl party where I knew I was going to be appearing as Beverly in front of friends and family. Now I was in the hospital where doctors and nurses were seeing even more of me. And all I could do was lay there.

“I’m afraid we are going to have to remove your bra and breast forms,” Kelly gently informed me. At that point I didn’t care about keeping up appearance. “You can keep your panties on under the gown,” she smiled.

I don’t know how they were able to remove everything so gently without causing me great pain. But they were truly professional in all ways. Not once did I feel embarrassed by my appearance, even as Beverly was stripped away. As they were fastening the gown in back the doctor reappeared.

“As I thought, your right arm is broken just below the elbow. It is a clean break and will only require setting it, no surgery. The left arm is not broken, but you do have a pretty severe sprain. I will wrap it to keep it immobile. It will have to stay wrapped for two to three weeks so you will be pretty limited in what you will be able to do for awhile,” he informed us. “We can get you into an operating room in about 30 minutes, so we can get that arm set and put into a cast. I want to keep you overnight because you have had so much trauma. I just want to make sure everything else is alright. Kelly will tell you about getting you released tomorrow. Any questions?” he asked.

I shook my head no and he left. Kelly said that she would be back shortly and asked if I needed anything. Pam seemed to read my mine as she asked Kelly if she could bring us a pan of water and a wash cloth. She knew I wanted to get my make-up off and return to my male self.

“Don’t worry, Bev. I will stay with you tonight until you are ready to sleep,” Pam said as she washed away the make-up. “Then I will be here to take you home tomorrow. I think you should plan on staying with us until Linda gets back. Oh, and I will call Linda and tell her what happened as well. I will swing by your place in the morning and get you some clothes to wear home and at my place,” Pam reassured me.

Fortunately, the rest of the day and evening was pretty much a fog to me as I was put under while they set my arm, then I slept the rest of the afternoon and evening. I guess that is the body’s way of coping with trauma and stress. I was very thankful for it.

^ More to come ^

The Whats & Whys

2010-02-18T16:54:00.001-06:00

I am sure you are all wondering what the hell happened to me and why haven’t I been updating my blog. The answer is that a lot has happened that has kept me from writing. I will address the ‘what’ first, then try to fill in details to the best of my ability.

I live in the Midwest, in Iowa in fact. And, as in much of the U.S. this year, winter has not been kind to us… lots of snow and ice coupled with cold temperatures and wind. Not the most pleasant place to live this time of the year. On January 26^th I became a casualty of winter. I fell on the ice in my driveway, breaking my right arm. The break required setting the arm and applying a cast. I was fortunate that it did not require surgery as I went through that ordeal years ago on a broken leg. In this fall I also badly sprained my left wrist that required wrapping it in an elastic bandage. The accident left me without the use of my arms for over 2 weeks. I am now able to use my left arm limitedly. So I have not been to type until now. Even this update is taking an extremely long time as I try to type with my left hand. Did I mention that I am severely right handed as well?

Ok, now you know what happened and my reason for not blogging. Let me try to tell the story that has taken place since the fall as I know many of you have written asking about the Super Bowl details. Here goes…

As I mentioned in an earlier blog entry, Linda started a new position at work right after the first of the year. This new position is a great promotion with lots of potential for advancement into upper management (as well as a hefty raise!!). We also knew that with the promotion came added responsibilities including frequent overnight and multiple days travel out of state. Linda has had only limited travel opportunities in the past so she was really looking forward to this part of the promotion.

Linda was leaving on a trip on that fateful morning of January 26 and wanted me to take her to the airport so she wouldn’t have to leave a car there. She was going to be gone for three days. Since I didn’t have much going on; work had slowed down for me and my housework was caught up; I had arranged to spend part of the day at my sister’s house enjoying a little sisterly ‘girl time’. Because of that, I had dressed in a pretty but simple skirt and sweater. My make-up was done to perfection and a new experimental styling of my hair had turned out great with a short and sassy spring to it. Meghan has been helping me let my hair grow out longer and it had finally grown past my ears with full bangs, kind of a Meg Ryan look if you will. Linda was really pleased with my look as we grabbed our coats and headed out to the car.

I really hadn’t talked to her much about her trip and what it entailed, so during the drive she filled me in on details of what she was going to be doing and where she was going to be staying. She was headed to Atlanta to visit with an important company client that she would be responsible for. It was then that I learned that she was not traveling alone. A co-worker, Mike, would be showing her the ropes as he turned this client over to her. I didn’t know Mike so I asked Linda about him.

“Mike is 5 years older than me and has been with the company four years longer. He is very well thought of because he has been successful, is aggressive, confident, and very well respected by upper management. I am willing to bet that he will be the next VP and probably before the year is out,” she explained. I noticed that she was leaving out any physical details, but I didn’t want to pry so I remained quiet as she continued.

“Mike and I have had some friendly rivalries over a couple of clients last year. And he has won out each time. That is why our boss is send me out with him, so I can learn to be more like Mike, more aggressive I guess,” she said. “Maybe you will meet him someday. I think you would like him. Everyone does.”

Changing the subject, she turned to me as I drove and asked, “so what are your plans for these three days while I’m gone. Is Pam the only person you will be spending time with, or do you have a date planned?”

I knew (or hoped) she was teasing as I hadn’t even talked to any ‘guys’ lately, so of course I had no date plans. I began to wonder if she had planted any seeds that I wasn’t aware of .

“My only plans are to spend a few hours with Pam today and then just stay home. The weather report isn’t all that good over the next day or two so I don’t plan to venture out. Pam and I don’t really have anything planned for today either. She just asked me to come over for coffee and to chat as we haven’t hardly seen each other since Christmas,” I replied.

Upon arriving at the airport Linda told me what airline to drive to and that I didn’t need to get out of the car since she could handle her bag just fine. I was glad to hear that as I had not planned on getting out of the car at the airport at eight o’clock in the morning with hundreds of people walking by, not while I was dressed as Beverly. We talked about when she would be returning and me meeting her at the curb by baggage return. Just as she was about to lift her luggage out of the trunk I heard someone call out her name.

“Hey, Linda! Hi. Let me help you lift that out. Wow, did you pack for a month?”

A good looking guy in a grey turtleneck and black slacks was helping her with her bag. I guessed that it must be Mike. I remembered that Linda had avoided mentioning anything about his looks or physical details. And now I knew why. Can you picture Matthew McConaughey in about 10 years? Can you say HUNK?? I was glad that I was behind the wheel so I didn’t have to face him. But just then Linda walked back up to the passenger’s side door and opened it.

“Beverly, say hi to my friend and co-worker, Mike,” she grinned. Oh, she can’t be doing this to me. But she was.

“Mike, this is Beverly,” she innocently introduced us. I suddenly realized that she hadn’t said ‘who’ I was, not husband or partner, just my name.

Mike leaned into the open door and reached his arm out to shake hands with me. I softly shook his hand as I noticed the powerful grip he had. He didn’t squeeze my hand so much as that I could just tell that there was a lot of strength there. He smiled warmly at me, then glanced at my legs as my skirt had ridden up quite high on my thigh as I leaned across the car. Then his eyes left my legs and returned to meet my eyes. I felt an uncontrolled shiver rush through me as he again smiled before releasing my hand and stepping back.

“I’ll see you Friday,” Linda said as she tried to act innocent about this impromptu meeting between her sissified husband and hunky co-worker.

“Linda, why don’t I just give you a ride home when we get back,” Mike offered. “That way Beverly doesn’t have to drive all the way out here and sit around waiting for you.”

Linda quickly agreed, leaned down to say goodbye to me as she blew me a kiss, then closed the door without giving me a chance to respond to all that had just taken place.

And with that, I was left alone with my thoughts. I wondered why Linda hadn’t told me about her co-worker being so good looking. I didn’t know if he was married (or even if that mattered to him). I hoped that their travels together would be few, maybe even just this once. I also remembered that Linda and I hadn’t been intimate for the past few weeks and she hadn’t been with Darryl or any man in a long time. I hoped she wasn’t feeling horny while heading off to another city hundreds of miles from me. A lot was going through my mind as I drove to my sister’s house.

Pam could tell something was bothering me as she opened her door to let me in. We spent the next hour with me telling her about meeting Mike as well as my thoughts and fears. She tried to assure me that I had nothing to worry about, but I could tell that there was uncertainty in her voice.

I spent three hours with Pam, just two sisters chatting away. It was really great and I appreciated a closeness with her now that I never had growing up as her brother. We could talk about so many things so easily, and nothing was off limits with us. We talked about clothes, movies, sex, guys, sex… well, you get the idea. I never thought I would share intimate details with my sister. But, after all, she had seen my wife naked in front of another man while I was serving them. And she had assisted in spanking me that day. It doesn’t get more intimate then that.

As she got up to check on something she was fixing for dinner, I looked out the window and realized that it was snowing pretty heavily.

“I think maybe I should be going as it is really coming down out there,” I explained. We hugged each other in a very warm embrace, exchanged our ‘I love you’, and I headed home, having no idea of what awaited me and the changes that were about to be thrust upon me.

This is a good place to stop for now as this has taken me several hours to type. A lot more to come. I hope you will stop back.

Two Year Anniversary

2010-01-24T13:57:00.001-06:00

I began this blog two years ago… 24 months ago…730 days ago…17520 hours ago. Ok, you get the idea.

For the most part, things have been pretty normal around home. I still relish my role of housewife to Linda and enjoy cooking and cleaning.So it shouldn’t have surprised me when Linda wanted to discuss this topic yesterday.

I must point out that I am a BIG Indianapolis Colts fan ( I am rushing to finish this blog entry because the game starts in 15 minutes). Linda mentioned that if the Colts get into the Super Bowl we should have a Super Bowl party for our friends and family. I got excited about this and immediately mentally preparing menus for the occasion. Then she dropped the bombshell.

“That would be the perfect occasion to let everyone know about our wife-led marriage and your role as my wife and housewife,” she proceeded to explain. “You could finally come out to everyone as Beverly. I think most have already guessed that, but this would be the chance to show them once and for all.”

I am not sure how I feel about this. She asked me if I felt I was a housewife or a househusband. Of course I admitted that I was a happy housewife. With that she declared that the decision was made.

I am sure I will have many mixed emotions confronting me as I watch the game today.

Evolving and Conforming

2010-01-15T16:54:00.001-06:00

The other night I was busy working on a project so Linda offered to make dinner for us. It was a surprising offer because, over the last four years, I could count on one hand the number of times she has cooked. Since I stay home, it has become my responsibility to do the cooking and I take great pride in having a warm, tasty meal on the table when she gets home from work.

I found myself having mixed feelings about her offer. Part of me was glad that she was allowing me to continue working on the project (it was work related, not something I was just puttering around with). However, the other part of me was resentful that she was messing around in MY KITCHEN! That was short-lived when, within five minutes of her starting dinner, she was asking me where I kept various things: mixing bowl, measuring cups, the stove.

Linda acted quite proud of her accomplishment when I sat down to dinner. It has been a long time since we have had mac and cheese as a main course, but I complimented and thanked her for her efforts.

It’s little things like this that reinforce the roles we have taken, that show us how much we take for granite. I am happy and proud to be the housewife, cook, maid, and submissive partner to Linda. I am glad I am able to do these things for her, and for us. We have become better people because we have found our proper roles and purpose of life. It may not be right for anyone else, but it works for us.

New Year Brings Changes

2010-01-06T19:10:00.001-06:00

I hope everyone survived the New Year and didn’t overdo it too much. I am happy to report that Linda and I had an enjoyable, for the most part anyway, time alone as well as with friends. Before I get into that I would be remised if I didn’t take a moment for selfish and personal pride to point out that our favorite sports team, the University of Iowa Hawkeye foot ball team, had an outstanding Orange Bowl appearance, winning 24-14 over Georgia Tech. Now we truly wish that we had been able to take the time to attend the activities in Miami. Plus, it would have gotten us out of the nasty winter we are experiencing right now.

We had an interesting New Year’s Eve. We hadn’t planned anything in advance because we weren’t sure if we were going to be home or lucky enough to travel to Florida. I know at least one guy who wished we would have made the trip, or at least Linda had.

Darryl called Linda several times last week trying to persuade her to fly down. He offered to pay for her airline ticket as well as secure bowl tickets. He even included paying my way if it meant getting Linda there. And she was going back and forth on her decision right up until Saturday. It was work commitments that finally convinced her not to go. More about that in a moment.

Because of this indecisiveness, we didn’t make any plans for New Year’s Eve. Thankfully, Linda’s best friend, Anna, called her on December 30^th and convinced her that we should get together with her and her husband and do something to celebrate the New Year. The four of us went out to dinner, then back to their house to talk and bring in the new year. Everything was going well and we were all enjoying ourselves… until we got to their house.

As soon as we sat down with drinks in hand Anna asked if we had thought about going to Florida again this year. She and Ron knew all the details about what happen last year with Darryl and Linda as well as with Roger and me. Of course Linda told about Darryl’s offer which led to Anna teasing me about if I would let Linda go alone or if I wanted to go see Roger again. The conversation was quite embarrassing to me as it went from the cuckolding aspect of the arrangement to my crossdressing lifestyle. For some reason I find it more difficult to talk about ‘Beverly’ when I am in guy mode, and the grin on Ron’s face the whole time made the situation all that more difficult and embarrassing. He kept asking Linda questions about how she was getting along without her lover. At one point he asked her if she was planning on finding someone closer to home to take to bed.

“I have been thinking about it and have a few possible guys in mind,” Linda replied without looking at me. “Do you know of anyone who might be interested?” Then finally looking at me she added, “in either of us for that matter.”

“Oh, does that mean that Beverly is in need of a male suitor as well?” he inquired, looking me dead in the eye.

I almost died when Linda replied, “I think Beverly needs to keep working on her cock-sucking skills so she doesn’t lose her touch. Maybe you would be interested in that,” she teased him.

Ron started sputtering a hasty denial as Anna teased him. “What do you say Ron? Do you want to volunteer to let Beverly practice on you? You are always begging me for a blowjob. Maybe this would be a solution for both of us.”

Linda and Anna laughed as Ron and I refused to look at each other. Thankfully the subject was changed to more mundane topics.

Linda and I spent New Year’s Day relaxing at home, putting away the Christmas decorations, as well as relaxing together on the sofa watching old movies. I remember not too long ago when I would have been lobbying to watch all of the football games on the first day of a new year. But that was the furthest thing from my mind this year.

“Linda, I think we need to talk about what will be happening in the new year,” I hesitantly ventured when I brought her a glass of wine. “Are you really thinking about taking a lover? Someone from here?” I inquired.

“I think you are right. This is a good time to have a frank discussion,” she said. “Let’s start with what is happening with my job. As you know, there are going to be some big changes with my new position.”

I won’t go into details of what either of our jobs are or what they involve other than to say that our careers have evolved greatly and differently than either of us anticipated when we first got married. I am fortunate to work in a field that allows me to do consulting from my home with clients across the United States because of modern technology (internet/emails, overnight carriers, fax, and even face-to-face meetings via webcasting). Because of this, I am able to live in my feminine mode pretty much 24/7 now. This also led to me assuming the role of wife and housekeeper, which I love. When we were first married, I was the primary breadwinner and provider. Now, with me being home instead of working at a company, my income has not grown but my satisfaction has. Linda started out working for a small company that has grown very big and has allowed her the ability to grow and progress with it. She has just been promoted to a major management position with the next step being a vice-president. This new position is what she returned to after the holidays. She is now the primary wage-earner as well.

“I will be traveling now with this new position to the cities where our other branches are. This travel will require me to be gone for several days at a time. And I will be doing this every few months until we get everything running smoothly. That means that I will be away from home a lot more. And since you are now totally integrated into your role as the wife in our relationship, a role that I truly love seeing you in I might add, I will be needing a man in my life from time to time. Darryl has filled that role nicely this past year, but his trips are infrequent at best.” She looked at me for my reaction. Seeing nothing negative being communicated by me, she continued.

“As you very well know now, a woman has needs, needs that only a real man can fulfill. You have experienced that with Roger and Jesse so you can understand that I, too, have needs. So it’s only fair to let you know that I might from time to time find someone when traveling, or even locally, who can help me with my desires. You wouldn’t deny me that, would you?” she asked. My silent nodding my head signaling my acceptance. “You will always come first. I love you dearly and do not plan on leaving you. But I fully intend to have a healthy sex life as well, one that Beverly just cannot fulfill. Are we on the same page?”

Again, I silently nodded so she pushed forward.

“Over this next year I intend to have you move even further into your feminine role as it becomes more prominent in your daily life. You can expect our families, our friends, and the community to witness your immergence. No more hiding behind the safety of our front door. It’s time for Beverly to come out of her cocoon and soar. I know it is kind of scary and that you would rather live in secrecy, but for me to succeed in my new position I am going to need more freedom in my movements, and that means not having to worry if someone was to find out about our lifestyle choice. Understand?”

Again, a nod.

“Do you agree?”

Nod, nod.

“This is going to be a very interesting year for both of us. I know that I have your support and you should know that you have mine, totally, as well.”

A soft kiss sealed the deal as well as my fate. I am not sure what to expect or how quickly change will come. But I hope you will join me for the ride.

A new decade, indeed!

2009-12-31T15:01:00.001-06:00

Here’s wishing everyone a Happy New Year. Be safe so we can meet up here again next year.

Beverly & Linda

(photo from Ginger Collins)

Happiness and Disappointments

2009-12-21T15:16:00.001-06:00

Linda and I entertained the idea of following our beloved Iowa Hawkeye football team to their Orange Bowl game in Miami. Unfortunately, the date is January 5^th, and that would make traveling difficult because of the amount of time away from work Linda would be taking. We decided it just wouldn’t work this year for us. Of course Darryl was pushing hard for us to come back to Florida and offered us a place to stay as well as taking care of all of our transportation needs. We all know the real reason behind his hospitality… he wants Linda to come visit. They talked many times on the phone over the last two weeks, trying to see if there was any way to make the trip happen. Ultimately, it was Linda who realized that she couldn’t do it because of work. We were all disappointed over it.

Roger and I haven’t talked much in recent months as the lapse time extinguished the flames of desire. I did get an email from him asking if we would be coming to Florida for the bowl game and I had to tell him no. Linda suggested that I go alone and then I could spend time with him. But as I said, those flames have died out now (though I would love to go to the game).

I had to go to a party Saturday night for Linda’s work. I really didn’t know many people there so it was pretty boring. As often happens at these kinds of things, the group segregated into guys in one room and the ladies in the kitchen/dining room. I could overhear the conversations coming from the other room, and it sounded a lot more interesting to me then listening to the guys talk about hunting and skinning animals. At one point I overheard the ladies talking about getting pedicures and wished I could have been in there to contribute my experiences. As we drove home Linda teased me about it and said I should have gotten up from the men’s group and come into the kitchen. Now I wish I had, but told her that I didn’t because I thought it would be better for her and her work situation if her husband tried to blend in.

“Most of the women would have understood if you joined us,” she teased. “The guys would have finally realized what a sissy I am married to, and that might have been good for me.”

I’m not sure what she really meant by that, but I blushed as I thought about it. Maybe she would like to have some of her male co-workers know that she needs a real man in her life.

This is going to be a busy week so I may not get a chance to write again until after Christmas. I hope everyone has a wonderful holiday season. Thanks for stopping by my blog. See you next year.

Shop Till You Drop

2009-12-16T08:10:00.001-06:00

I realized that I have not filled you in on something that happened after Thanksgiving. For many years Linda and I have enjoyed going out shopping on Black Friday, the day after Thanksgiving here in the states that offers up great shopping deals for Christmas at the expense of putting your life in peril. We like to be among the first shoppers to enter the store when the doors open, rush around snatching up bargains galore, then standing in the slowly creeping checkout lines.

This year we slept in a little and didn’t get to the first department store until it had been open for over an hour. The lines for the checkout were just under three miles long I calculated. We shopped together for about 20 minutes, then I went to get in line with arms full as Linda continued a personal goal of bringing the local economy back from the abyss. Every now and then she would return to give me something else to pay for or to ask my opinion, me being the world’s greatest shopper and all.

I am a very social person and love to strike up a conversation with anyone around me. As luck would have it, several friendly and chatty women surrounded me. They commented on what a good husband I was to be out that early shopping. Several agreed that there was no way that their husbands would be willing to stand in line like I was and that my wife was very lucky. As the line slowly crept along we all got to know one another and talked and shared quite freely about what each were buying. And then the fun really began.

I was chatting with them when Linda suddenly appeared at my elbow.

“Having fun?” she inquired. I assured her that I was and warmly introduced her to my new female friends.

“I am so glad that you are making new friends. Perhaps they can offer their opinions on what I have for you,” Linda smiled. Then she proceeded to show all of us (and those others standing around being bored) the panties and bra sets she had selected for me. “Won’t he look adorable in these?” she asked as she held out a pink lacy bra and panty.

I was shocked as I stood there like a stone as watched shared glances and whispers being exchanged. The gal in front of me recovered quickly and asked “those are for him to wear?” Linda assured her that they were and were also similar to the set I was wearing at that moment.

You would think that by now I would be ready and anticipating Linda pulling something like that. But I was caught off guard as much as my shopping companions were. Linda handed them to me and took off to do more shopping. The silence that followed only lasted about ten seconds before the woman directly in back of me commented “there’s another thing I couldn’t get my husband to do.”

Everyone laughed, including myself, and the awkward moment passed. As we approached the checkout, the woman in front turned and stated to me, “you certainly made this time a lot more fun.”

It was one shopping trip I will always remember.

How Things Have Changed

2009-12-15T16:16:00.001-06:00

Linda and I used to spice up our love life with fantasy games. We would take turns tying each other up, using blindfolds to heighten the senses, maybe even incorporate a little spanking or nipple play just to make things more interesting and exciting. But that has now changed.

Recently, when we had an evening home without anything vying for our time, I brought out ‘the toy box’ that we keep hidden away for special playtimes. I thought I would surprise Linda by blindfolding her, tie her erotically to the bed, and tease her for hours. I had spent some time during the day planning on when and what I would do once I had her restrained.

I approached her with the blindfold in hand, asking if she would like to have a little fun. The look that came across her face stopped me dead in my tracks.

“That would mean that I would have to be submissive to you while you dominated me,” she said slowly. “I’m sorry, Honey, but I just don’t see you that way anymore. I’m afraid that I cannot get into you trying to dominate me any more then I could see Darryl putting on a dress and lingerie. It’s just not going to happen.”

I was totally surprised and humiliated. So much had changed over the last couple of years, our roles have been so firmly defined, she no longer would allow me to try to go back to being the man she married. Never would I have thought this chosen path would turn out to be one with no return available.

I am not sure if this is permanent or not, but for the foreseeable time it appears that I will remain the submissive one. I guess I am okay with that.

2009-12-01T14:09:00.006-06:00

We knew it would happen, it was so predictable. I’m talking about our relationship… Linda’s and mine. Let another person, in this case Darryl, into a relationship and it changes the dynamics such that, once introduced, cannot be changed back. And right now, I’m not sure either of us would want to go back.

I think in many cases the transition from a wife-led marriage to a cuckold marriage is an easy, predictable, and perhaps almost normal. Now I’m not saying anything about our relationship is ‘normal’. After all, what could be normal about a relationship with a crossdressing house-husband who has become the wife and willingly stands by while the real woman in the relationship is free to have a love affair with another man?

We have found a balance where we are both happy with our roles. I love trying to please Linda daily by reducing some stress and responsibility on the home front. She happily accepts my need to submit as I get wrapped up in the mundane daily chores as well as my willingness to allow her to demonstrate her dominate personality in private as well as in front of others. When it works out right it is so damn good!

The change that really stands out for us now is the sexual dynamic. Linda could easily call her new theme song “You Don’t Bring Me Orgasms Anymore” (sorry Neil Diamond). That’s not entirely true. I just don’t fit the bill in the intercourse role like I use to. Fortunately, I have adapted to other ways of pleasing her in bed.

Linda still has needs and enjoys being penetrated by a cock. And mine still functions quite nicely, so she has it at her disposal whenever she needs it. I just know that if she does have an orgasm during sex with me, it isn’t because of anything I am doing.

One area that this really shows up is in our fantasy play, something we use to incorporate often into our lovemaking a few years ago. I will address that in my next post.

Can you believe it’s December already? Where did the year go?

Survivor - Thanksgiving

2009-11-30T15:16:00.002-06:00

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!

Off The Reservation

2009-11-23T09:20:00.002-06:00

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?

Halloween Follow-Up

2009-11-16T15:59:00.007-06:00

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.

Surviving work, returning to play.

2009-10-28T15:15:00.004-05:00

Finally, I’m back to blogging. I used to think that running my own business and working out of my house would allow me lots of free time to do anything I want. And, at times, it is that way in which I am able to be Linda’s housewife and maid while dressing as Beverly around the house cleaning and cooking. Then there are the other times, like I have been going through the last few weeks, where work demands take priority and everything else is put on the back burning. Finding balance is not only difficult, sometimes it is impossible!

But now the big project is done, the billing is complete, and all that is left to do is wait for payment to come in and enjoy the free time until the next project starts up. This week has finally found me able to return to my desired station in life where dawning the maid’s dress and affixing the make-up is my biggest challenge of the day. Dinner is in the oven, the table is set, and I have two hours to relax before Linda arrives home.

As you can guess, because of my hectic work schedule, all fun and games have been on hold of late. I shouldn’t say all. Linda and I have enjoyed our Saturday mornings relaxing in bed before I jump up to fix her coffee. Don’t tell Darryl but she has allowed me some ‘husbandly privileges’ the last two Saturdays. Of course those have started with a kiss on the butterfly (tattoo) on my way ‘down South’. And this last time the dildo got first privileges as I waited my turn. But I did get to dip my pen in her ink well as they say.

Speaking of tattoos and such; my navel piercing is healing nicely. I guess I didn’t really know how long that took before, but at the tattoo parlor I was told that it could take up to a year to heal totally, and that it needs daily cleaning to help the healing along. At one point, I had thought of removing the stud, but now I like the looks of it and will keep it awhile longer.

Linda and I haven’t gotten out much lately because I have been so busy. However, last Saturday night we went out with Anna and Tom for dinner and drinks before returning to their house to watch the Iowa Hawkeyes football team remain undefeated (8-0!) and now ranked #4 in the BCS. It was just a nice evening with friends with no mention of wife-led marriages, crossdressing, or cuckolding. Darryl’s name was not brought up, at least when I was around. There was no teasing of me by anyone. We all relaxed and enjoyed each other’s company. I know that makes for boring reading on a blog like this, but sometimes normal is nice.

Just as we were preparing to leave, talked turned to Halloween weekend and we discovered that no one had any plans… no parties planned, no one going out to the bars, everyone was staying home. But that all changed quickly.

Anna just happened to mention to Linda that her brother, Jesse, was going to a party and didn’t have a date. Of course, Linda jumped on that quickly by stating that I could go with him since we had had such a nice time the last time we got together. That last time was when he joined Linda, Darryl, and I for dinner and our trip to the tattoo parlor, followed by keeping me company for the rest of the night… as well as warming my bed well into the morning hours. I had talked to him a couple of times on the phone but not seen him since that night.

So it was quickly arranged that I would be joining Jesse for Halloween night. All that had to be decided was what I would wear for a costume. Linda and I talked about that on the drive home. She offered up the ideas of the French Maid outfit, or the sissy little girl outfit that I had worn when Darryl was here. Nothing was decided then, however, Linda said that she would let Jesse make the final decision. So it looks like I won’t know what I will be wearing until Saturday evening.

Which way would you vote?

Linda & Me... the beginning

2009-10-17T15:07:00.003-05:00

I don’t know if I have mentioned that Linda and I were high school sweetheart or that our romance almost ended before it really began. We started dating the year when I was a junior and Linda was a sophomore.

The following summer, Linda went away for a month to church camp. When she came back, she told me that she had met a guy there and she wanted to go out with him, but still keep me as her boyfriend. I was shocked by this but didn’t want to loose her, so I agreed.

I was at her house the day Robert came to pick her up for their date. It was really tough watching her nervously walking around the house waiting for him to show. I didn't understand why she wanted me there, and at the same time I wanted to be there.

When he showed up, I could see immediately why Linda was interested in him. He was the attractive football quarterback type, very sure of himself. I was surprised when he gave her a kiss when he came in the door. Obviously, they had been more then a little friendly at camp. Her mother was also standing there watching the scene. I can only imagine what she must have thought about me as I stood silently watching my girlfriend, and her daughter, warmly greeting a new suitor. She told Linda to be home by 1:00am and waved as the two of them left. I turned and looked at her mother, very embarrassed. She just smiled then turned and walked out of the room, never saying a word to me. With no one else there, I let myself out and drove off.

I knew where they were going for their date. The annual county fair was in town. I went home and told my parents that I was going to the fair and would be home late. I wandered around the fair grounds looking for Linda and Robert. Within an hour, I spotted them on one of the rides. I watched as they got off, holding hands and seemingly having a great time. Then I watched them get on the Ferris Wheel. As the ride spun around I could see them in the chair. Whenever the ride would stop, Robert would lean over and kiss Linda. I could tell that she was really enjoying his attention.

As luck would have it, three of Linda's friends walked up to me. I could tell that they couldn't wait to see if I knew what Linda was doing. "Who’s the guy with Linda? Why isn't she with you? Did you two break up?"

Those were tough questions to answer since I really didn't know. I stammered out a reply that she was out with a friend she had met at camp. The girls exchanged looks that told that they knew something strange was going on and that Linda had gotten the best of me. Just knowing that they knew increased my embarrassment three-fold. I couldn't look at them and heard their snickers and laughter as I walked away. How would I ever face them again after this?

I followed Linda and Robert the rest of the night, watching the affection they shared grow, the multiple kisses and smiles. From a distance, I watched him open and hold the car door for her, watched as she slid over to unlock his door, and stayed in the middle of the bench seat. He put his arm around her shoulders and she snuggled against him as they drove off. Part of me wanted to follow, to see if they stopped to park some place private, to see if she directed him to "our" parking spot in the woods a mile from her house. However, I was defeated. I couldn't bear anymore. I went home to bed, but not to sleep. Sleep never came that night as I rewound the scenes of their playfulness over and over.

I called her the next day. She acted as though nothing had happened. She wouldn't tell me anything about their date, but hinted that there might be other dates in the near future.

I know she continued to write to him (this was before email), he called her a few times as well.

We had been somewhat sexually active as teenagers, enjoying petting and making out. However, we had never 'gone all the way'. After her date, she started suggesting that we should have sex. I reminded her how we had talked about not doing it until after high school. However, obviously she had changed her mind. Though she never said so, I was pretty sure that she and Robert had had sex, that she had tasted the forbidden fruit and now wanted more. My refusal to give in led to our brief breakup a few weeks later. She started dating a few guys while I dated one girl twice. We got back together during the fall of the next school year and continued dating through high school and into college. We got married when we were both in college.

I never forgot about that night Linda went out with Robert as it had a lasting effect on me. That memory led to my desire to be cuckolded. Fortunately, I was able to talk freely and openly to Linda more and more as time went on.

And the rest, as they say, is history.

The Dog ate my homework.

2009-10-16T16:28:00.003-05:00

I know I have been quiet for the last few weeks and I am happy to report that nothing is wrong. It has just been a quiet, uneventful time for Linda and me. We have enjoyed our time together and have let things return to a nice, normal household and marriage. We have been spending time together and alone, allowing our marriage to come back into balance and our love life to be enjoyable and fulfilling.

I know several of you have written to my blog with advice on where we should go with our wife-led marriage or suggestions for how I should be come for feminine (and even a full-time gal). Thank you for the advice and suggestions. We have enjoyed reading them and talking about them and the impact that they could have on us. For now, we are happy to just be with each other and enjoying our roles as they are.

I will address some of those topics…

As for ‘getting rid of my penis’, as some have suggested; if you will pardon the pun, I am very much attached to my penis (I know, that was bad) and have no desire to get rid of it. Also, Linda does find a use for it now and then so she wants it there and functional. And, yes, Darryl is aware that we do occasionally have a typical marital relationship. And since he’s not here to do anything about it, then I am just going to enjoy it whenever it happens.

By the way, I should interject that Linda’s tattoo is doing nicely. I kiss it each evening before we go to sleep and gaze upon it fondly when I am spending some intimate time pleasing Linda. It really is cute. My bellybutton piercing is also healing well. We both like the looks of it and can’t wait until I can change it out for another piece of jewelry. Linda wants me to get me a gold “L” post to wear in it. Won’t that look nice!

I have talked to Meghan about dressing more completely as Beverly when I go into her shop and we have agreed that it might make some of the other stylists and customers uneasy if I did. So, for that reason, I am mostly androgynous when I go to the salon.

And, lastly, the topic of feminizing me more by having me take hormones or getting implants… I would like to set the subject straight that I am a crossdresser, not a transsexual. I was not born in a female body and do not feel my body needs to be altered to feel ‘complete’. I know of many transgendered people who cannot wait to get on female hormones so they can feel ‘more womanly’. I believe that approach is wrong and too many people out there are erroneously going on hormones and putting their lives in danger. Many things can go wrong with hormones; they can have more negative effects on the body then positive ones, so for me it is not worth the risk. Plus, I could not pass the scrutiny of a trained psychiatrist for the prescribing of hormones under the pretense of being transsexual and I am not about to obtain hormones illegally. Therefore, I will happily go about my life with small and simple samples of femininity. As long as Linda is happy, then I am happy.

Now that we have that behind us we can more on. Tomorrow I will share a little information about when Linda and I were first dating. I think you will find it interesting.

Salon Trippin'

2009-09-27T13:38:00.009-05:00

Tuesday was my monthly salon appointment with Meghan, my hairstylist. Meghan knows all about my feminine alter ego and enjoys hearing my latest exploits. She always schedules me as her first appointment of the day, usually before the other stylists come in to work. Yesterday’s appointment was no exception. In fact, she had scheduled me a full hour before others were due because I was to have my hair colored along with styling. Once the color was “cooking”, she sat down in the stylist chair beside mine.

“Ok, we have at least 45 minutes before anyone else is due in, so let’s hear the latest news about Beverly and Linda,” she instructed as she reclined in the chair.

I filled her in on Darryl’s last visit, my double date with Jesse and the ‘other couple’ of Linda and Darryl. She wanted to know all of the details so I found myself opening up and telling her everything… my greeting Darryl at the door and how I was dressed, how he greeted and kissed Linda along with how I felt watching this. I even told her about Linda and Darryl’s night out alone while I sat home dressed in my little girl dress (she laughed hysterically at that) as well as Darryl’s instruction to Linda about staying naked whenever she was home during his stay.

“Did anyone drop in? What did she do then?” Meghan asked wide-eyed as I told about Linda’s shaved mound and Pam’s unexpected visit.

“Oh MY GOD! Linda walked around naked in front of your sister? How did that make you feel? Did Darryl do anything in front of Pam with your wife?”

So I told her about Linda having to make an entrance and stand naked in front of us. Plus I found myself admitting to me being spanked by both ladies, which Meghan found highly amusing and teased me about it.

Then she wanted to know about the double date and where we went. That meant telling her about our trip to the tattoo parlor and me having to show her my piercing which led to a 10 minute discussion of sharing our piercing experiences as I found out she had gotten her navel pierced while in high school.

“Tell me about Linda’s tattoo. What did you think about her getting it?” Meghan inquired.

I told her about the butterfly tattoo just above Linda’s hairless vagina and how I felt uneasy watching her undress before us (me, Jesse, Darryl, and the tattoo artist) as well as how it is healing nicely and really looks cute despite my initial feelings towards it.

“Does she let you see it up close often?” she mischievously asked, both of us know what she really meant and I acknowledge that I pay intimate homage to it often.

“So did Jesse spend the night?” she grinned as I turned bright red and nodded silently. “You are such a slut, Beverly,” she teased.

The bell ringing announced that it was time to rinse my hair and move on to the next phase. When finished rinsing, Meghan looked at my eyebrows and announced that they needed cleaning up. She commented on my latest adventure while applying wax to my brow line and ripping away until she was satisfied with my feminine arch.

Unfortunately (or maybe fortunately for my own sake), our private time was up as two other stylist arrived. I was saved from any further self-depravation and relaxed as we talked about hair styles and other mundane things.

I love those visits and feel fortunate that I can share things with someone supportive like Meghan. It is good to have someone to confide in. Moreover, she is always so enthusiastic to hear my stories. We keep talking about going out together some night for drinks. I hope that happens soon as I know we would have a great time. Who knows, maybe we will even let Linda join us. If that happens, look out world!

Picture This!

2009-09-24T15:30:00.000-05:00

I was just visiting another blog, Spanked Hubby. Mike makes a very good point about photos and drawings/cartoons posted on blogs. I ‘borrow’ many photos and drawings that I find on the web, so many in fact that I don’t remember where most came from. If you see that I have used something of yours and you want me to remove it, just let me know and it will be done. I am not trying to rip anyone off and I don’t want anyone upset by my usage of their images. I am just trying to build interest on my site by enhancing the rather long blogs that I tend to write with supporting images. Thanks for understanding.

In that same vane, feel free to reuse any of the images on my blog with the exception of my 2 personal photos found on the right side bio section.

Beverly

Normal Is As Normal Does

2009-09-24T14:53:00.009-05:00

I am happy to report that things are returning to normal at our house. Linda is still working too hard, but enjoys returning home at the end of the day to her faithful househusband. I await her arrival each evening, dressed in my feminine best, cocktail in hand, greeting her at the door to relieve her of her stressful day.

While we enjoyed Darryl’s recent visit, her more than me, it is nice to have our lives centered on each other again. There have been some lasting effects from that visit, primarily in the bedroom which I will get into later, and also some for each of us to deal with separately as well as together. It would be foolish to think that someone could be so intimately entrenched in our lives and not have some residual consequences.

At night, we talk about our days with her telling me about work situations and issues while soliciting my response, and I report on my day of cleaning, cooking, and trying to be the perfect wife for her. My work allows me great freedom to not only work from home, but to schedule my work flow as best to not interfere with my housewife role… my number one priority.

Evenings find us relaxing in front of the TV, surfing the web together, skyping with friends or family members. We try to stay together in the evenings for the most part. The exception coming when either of us is interrupted by a personal phone call. This tends to be mostly Linda receiving a call from Darryl or me getting a call from Roger or Jesse. It all seems to equal out as Darryl calls twice as often as my friends do. Linda will usually leave the room for a private conversation that often lasts over an hour. At the same time, she likes me to stay in the room with her when I get a call from “my boyfriends”, as she refers to Roger and Jesse. She loves to hear my side of the conversation and then asks me what they said when finished or she will throw in comments for me to relay to them. I am usually beet red from embarrassment when talking to them, as I know she is privy to the conversation. Sometimes she will even play with my cockette while I try to carry on a conversation, teasing me unmercifully as my beau whispers sweet nothings in my ear.

My feminization continues as I find myself dressed as Beverly about 80% of the time now. Linda prefers me to be dressed as Bev when she gets home as well as being enfemme throughout the day while home. The only reprieve I get is when I have to leave the house to run errands or for business meetings. I am even doing yard work or washing our cars in some sort of feminine garb per her request. I know most of our neighbors have seen me such attired, but I am long past worrying about what they think.

I was putting on my bra the other morning while Linda stood silently watching.

“You do that so naturally now, just as well as any woman, as if you have been doing it all your life,” she finally commented.

When we figured out how long I have been dressing as Beverly, it indeed has been over half of my life now.

She also compliments me on my legs, saying that they are my best attribute. And, I have to agree, it is true. I have great legs. Both Linda and I are blessed with shapely gams. Of course, she also has fantastic breasts, a figure to die for with that taunt stomach, and a traffic-stopping ass to complete the trifecta (or would that be quinella?). Regardless, I think one of the sexiest times is when we are both wearing hosiery. I love to rub our legs together then. Talk about HOT!

Other little life enjoyments we share are taking a long relaxing bath together where we shave each other’s legs while soaking in perfumed luxury or helping each other get dressed in the morning. I love to pamper her with regular manicures and pedicures as we watch a movie. I paint her nails while she feeds me popcorn.

I must admit that I still feel pangs of jealousy when she is on the phone with Darryl for extended periods or I hear her giggle softly as she reads his emails. I also still struggle with the attention from Roger and Jesse, not sure what I feel towards them and if I want a boyfriend (or two) in my life. Linda tells me that those experiences will help form my feminine persona. I am just not sure why I need that.

Roger still begs for me to come visit him. Jesse keeps calling to ask me out. Linda continues to push, “go for it!”.

And Darryl continues to be a force to be reckoned with. He has a firm attachment on Linda now. Hardly a day goes by without his name being mentioned or he inflicts himself on our lives. Because of his requests (read ‘demands’), each night I have oral responsibilities to perform on Linda before retiring. I have still not been allowed to make love to her since he left but, instead, I look after her needs with the use of various size toys. Often, a large dildo, affectionately named Darryl by Linda, finds its way into my mouth by Linda’s hand, culminating with the licking of my own seed from its shaft… a gentle reminder, Linda states, that I must perfect my cocksucking skills.

Yes indeed, our life has returned to ‘normal’… whatever that may be!

2009-09-22T14:28:00.003-05:00

Sorry I have gotten a little BEHIND in my writing. I have been under the weather the last few days and haven't felt like sitting at the computer. But rest assured that I will have a new entry within the next day or two.
In the mean time, be sure to check out some of the blogs that I have listed here. They are terrific!

Pam and I... The Early Years

2009-09-11T14:50:00.006-05:00

I came upon a photo today that brought back memories of my youth. In fact, my earliest memories that I can fully remember involve my sister and me dressing in her clothes, thus beginning my crossdressing experiences that continued to today.

Pam is 8 years older than me. So, when we were growing up she was always babysitting me to give my mother a break or when our parents went out.

My earliest memories were of Pam and me riding our ponies and playing out in the pastures and wooded timbers of our horse farm. I idolized my older sister and was always doing whatever she asked just to make her happy. As early as age four I remember getting some hand-me-down clothing of hers, usually pants or shorts, maybe a shirt, but especially a cowgirl brown leather skirt with matching fringe vest. Thinking back now, I am surprised that, given our age difference, those items were still around when I got to the size to fit into them. I loved that outfit and wore it many times when we played, even outside when riding ponies. There weren’t many kids either of our ages around most of the time, so we played together often.

I also remember during those early babysitting times, when we were alone in the house, Pam would practice putting make-up on me or styling my hair into cute little girly styles. I was her own real-life Barbie doll. I loved the attention she gave me as well. There were many times that our mother saw this, but she thought it was great that we were getting along and not fighting.

The remember that both my mother and Pam were really into dressing nicely. They often wore dresses, even just around the house. When I was six, my sister had several cancan petticoats, like those worn with the poodle skirts. I fell in love with those and stoled one out of her room one day when she was gone and hid it in a big box in the basement. I would sneak down there and put it on every day, then stash it away when someone came down the stairs. Pam discovered it missing one day and a frantic search was afoot to find it. No one thought to ask me if I knew where it was, and I probably would have lied if asked. When it was discovered, everyone knew that it had to be me because there was no other reason for it being hidden in a box in the basement. My punishment was that I was told not to go into Pam’s room without permission.

Soon after that incident is when Pam dressed me up fully for the first time. She was alone with me for the evening and called me into her room. She had been cleaning out dresser drawers and had several items of clothing laying on her bed.

“Let’s play dress up,” she announced and had me strip out of my clothes. Even though I was almost seven, I was not embarrassed about her seeing me naked because she had given me baths as long as I could remember.

As she put a bra on me she said, “This was my first bra, before I had boobies to put in it. You can have it, if you want.”

I remember being so excited about receiving that bra, and continued getting fully dressed up, complete with girdle, stockings, a petticoat, and dress. She then did my make-up and put bows in my hair. I was really surprised at how much I looked like a girl. What I remember most was both of us standing there in her room wearing identical underwear, just like in this picture.

We were so involved in our playing that we didn’t hear our parents come home. They walked in the door and immediately saw me. Dad just about flipped out, I could tell by his expression that he was not happy seeing me dresses as a girl, but he didn’t say anything, just walked back to his bedroom. Mom had me stand up and turn around so she could see how I looked. I remember her saying that I looked very cute, and how happy I was to hear that.

“We couldn’t find any shoes that would fit him, Mom,” Pam announced.

“He doesn’t need any as long as he is staying in the house, but he should at least wear slippers so he doesn’t get a run in those stockings,” is all Mom replied.

I had no plans to ever leave the house and no one ever suggested it either. Pam and I repeated the dress-up games several times over the next two years, but I never left the house. Then, when she turned sixteen, she started dating and didn’t have much time for her little brother anymore. My dressing continued, but only when I was alone. Mom only saw me dressed as a girl a few times, Dad only that once. But the seeds were planted and have continued with me.

Fortunately, I met Linda who turned out to be very supportive of my crossdressing. We started dating in high school and have been together ever since. On our honeymoon, she gave me my own sexy nightgown to wear as her way of saying that she expected Beverly to be a part of this marriage.

And the rest, as they say, is history.

What Happened??

2009-09-11T09:16:00.003-05:00

All of a sudden my blog counter reset itself, but not all the way to zero. It was up to 130,000+, then earlier this week it went back to 12,300ish and I don't know why. It did this last summer as well when it hit in the 40,000 range.
Have you had this happen to you? Any idea why it happens or what can be done to get the counter back to where it belongs?

I am doing some house work today, nothing too elaborate, just general cleaning. So far, no one has dropped in on me. I hope to get finished up early today so I have some time to spend on this blog. That's my reward for getting my work done, so off I go. Enjoy your weekend.

This photo really doesn't have anything to do with this blog entry, but it is SO CUTE!

Live Goes On

2009-09-08T11:58:00.005-05:00

I am happy to report that, with Darryl’s visit behind us, Linda and I have started to return our lives to normal. I won’t say that there hasn’t been a few ‘instances’ of unsettling times, but, for the most part, we have worked our way through them and are, once again, enjoying the life of a happily married couple.

So, with that said, I think it is time to return my blog to reporting about the mundane and ordinary life of a male housewife and his/her supportive and adventurous wife.

Did I report that we had won the lottery and are buying a private island away from civilization? I can dream, can’t I?

Visitors…

We have had a few visitors over the last two weeks that I need to report on.

Last Saturday, I was doing some housework when my mother-in-law stopped by. I was vacuuming the living room and was going to be going outside to mow the lawn and do some yard work as soon as I was done inside, so I was dressed in old clothes… cutoff shorts and a t-shirt, since we were not expecting company. Usually, I will were something feminine, like a maid’s dress, when working inside. But not this day.

When Linda’s mother came in I was vacuuming so I didn’t hear her, but Linda tapped me on the shoulder to tell me she was here. I turned off the vacuum to say hello and was greeted by her saying “shouldn’t you be at least wearing an apron while doing housework?”

I explained that I was heading outside as soon as I was done with this chore. She looked at Linda with an expression that clearly conveyed that she thought Linda was being lax with me. It clearly told me that my mother-in-law was quite aware and approving of our female-led lifestyle. As I returned to my housework, Linda walked into the kitchen, got an apron out of the drawer, and proceeded to tie it around my waist. Her mother looked on approvingly as I resumed my work.

They were sitting at the table drinking coffee when I finished. I told them that I was going to go outside to mow now, and then asked if it was all right to remove the apron.

“You cannot mow the lawn in an apron!’ Linda’s mother exclaimed. “You might get it dirty.”

I removed the apron and headed out the door, hearing her tell Linda, “A sundress would be more fitting, don’t you think.”

Earlier in the week, I was having my heavy cleaning day where I spend the entire day cleaning the house top to bottom, so I had elected to wear one of my cleaning maid dresses. It is more of a utility dress, like those worn by hotel housekeeping workers, not the sexy dress that I wear on more special occasions. When I am doing my heavy duty cleaning I like to counterbalance the work by putting on full make-up and fixing my hair to its feminine best. That way, when I look in a mirror, a feminine maid is looking back.

I was in full cleaning mode, going about my chores, when my sister dropped in. I guess we must be a really close family because no one ever seems to call first. They just stop by.

There was a time that having a family member drop in and see me as Beverly would have freaked me out. But when I heard her voice announcing her arrival, I set down my cleaning rag and went to greet her with a hug. She commented on how nice I looked for cleaning house and I explained how that helped me keep in the mood.

“Any time you are in the mood, feel free to come over and clean my house,” she teased. I just may take her up on that some day.

I took a break from my cleaning and offered her refreshments, then sat at the table to talk. She asked me how our weekend with Darryl had gone, commenting that she could understand why Linda was so into him.

“He is a real hunk, so forceful, and so sexy. God, he made me weak in the knees,” she commented. “When he told us to spank you, I swear I got wet immediately.” We both blushed at her openness. “What else did I miss? Did Linda stay naked all night?”

I told her that Linda got dressed shortly after she left because we were going out for the night. Of course she wanted to know all of the details so I told her about my arranged double date with Jesse and how he met us at dinner. Pam asked if we came home after dinner, but the look on her face told me that she expected that we didn’t.

“Darryl took us to a tattoo parlor,” I confessed.

“Who got a tattoo, both of you? Can I see it?” she asked, excitingly.

“Linda got a butterfly tattoo down below the belt,” I conceded. I could see her picturing Linda’s shaven pubic region now adorned with a tattoo. I let her mull that for a second before I proceeded to tell her about my navel piercing. Of course she wanted to see it, so I unbuttoned my dress and spread it open to show off my new jewelry.

“That is so cute! Did it hurt much?” she asked.

I explained that it only hurt for a couple of seconds, then told her about the care instructions for it since she seemed quite interested in my piercing.

“How long did Linda’s tattoo take?”

I really didn’t want that question as I had to admit that Jesse and I didn’t wait around for the whole procedure, so I didn’t know the answer. She tried to pry out of me what the two of us did, but all I replied was that we enjoyed each other’s company. She did get me to reluctantly admit that Jesse had stayed most of the night.

Fortunately, for me, her time was limited and she had to leave, thus cutting the conversation off before more details could be pried out of me.

A few more teasing remarks about Jesse and me, a request to me to tell Linda that she wanted to see the tattoo, and a comment about how she hoped that I was not upset about her participation in my spanking (I am not).

“I am glad to hear that you are not upset with me about that spanking. I have to admit that I enjoyed that. I told Rod about it when I got home and he commented that he would never allow himself to be spanked. So, I guess if I feel the urge to spank someone, I will just have to come see you,” Pam teased.

“Linda told me about the night Darryl took her to Chicago and how she had you dress in a little girl’s dress and had to be in bed by nine. She said that she had thought about calling me to come over and baby sit with you. I wish she had. Wouldn’t that have been fun? Tell her that I am available anytime she needs a sitter,” she further teased. “You be sure to tell her or I might have to give you another spanking.”

With that, she got up from the table and gave me a hug before departing. I definitely didn’t like the turn that had taken.

Asking The Tough Questions; We All Want The Answer!

2009-09-02T14:37:00.002-05:00

I came upon an interesting article online today and wanted to share the information and get your opinion as well. It had to do with how often should you wash your bra. The woman generating the topic had ‘a friend’ that only washed her bra every three months, which this woman thought was absurd. She thought that a bra should be washed after every wearing.

The person answering the question stated the following…

… “For normal wearing, a bra should be washed after every 5^th to 8^th wearing. The bra should never be worn two days in a row as it needs time to regain its shape.

For a bra worn where it may come in contact with heavy perspiration, such as a sports bra, washing may be needed after every wearing.

But for normal wearing, extend the life of your bra by stretching out the laundering, always wash either by hand or under a gentle machine setting, and always line dry, never put a bra in a dryer.”

How does that fit with your practice? Agree or disagree?

A Golf Outing

2009-08-31T14:06:00.003-05:00

Last week I got a call from Tom, the husband of Linda's good friend Anna, asking if I wanted to play golf on Friday. It has been a few months since I last golfed with my friends, so I quickly agreed.

“It will be a foursome of Anna and me and you and Jim,” Tom informed me. Neither Jim’s wife nor Linda golf, so the idea of me playing as Jim’s partner kind of made sense to me. “Tee time is at two, so Jim will pick you up at one. And just to make sure that there is no misunderstanding, it is Beverly that we are inviting.”

This was going to be a new experience for me as I had never played golf as Beverly. I was kind of looking forward to playing in a cute golf skirt and from the ladies’ tees.

Wednesday I went shopping for golf apparel and wound up buying a cute pink skirt with matching white and pink top, socks with pink trim, and white golf shoes. I have golf shoes but they are definitely men’s golf shoes, so those just would not work. I stopped myself short of buying a set of women’s clubs though (but I was tempted!!).

That night I showed Linda my outfit and she took some photos of me, telling me how ‘adorable’ I looked.

I was a little concerned how Jim would act, being paired up with me. I hope this was just a golf outing and nothing more.

It was fun being out on a golf course as Beverly, and Anna and I kidded the guys as we walked to the advanced ladies tees. Of course, Jim and I rode together in one cart while Anna and Tom were in the other. Jim was a perfect gentleman the whole afternoon, like helping me by putting my golf bag on the cart. We all broke up when he offered to wash my ball for me.

“I will wash my own ball, thank you very much,” I kidded as Jim’s face turned bright red, realizing too late what he had said.

Several times I caught him looking at my legs as my short skirt rode up when sitting in the cart or bending over to retrieve my golf ball from the cup. I quickly learned how to bend my knees and keep my back straight while doing that.

While the time outside in the sun was fun, my golf game sucked. I think it might have had something to do with the unaccustomed protrusions sticking out of my chest affecting my golf swing. Even with the advantage of the forward ladies’ tees, my score was higher than my average.

We all had a good time and talked about doing it again, maybe even making it a weekly affair. And I am happy to report that Jim never did anything out of line or hinted at there being anything more to this than getting together for golf. The last thing I wanted was for him to think that this was going to lead to something further. I don’t want that and I know his wife wouldn’t be happy with any hanky-panky taking place.

I guess the only thing left is to work on my golf game. Either that or learn how to yell like a lady… “FORE!”

He Is Finally Leaving!

2009-08-27T11:39:00.004-05:00

I awoke Sunday morning with my mine rapid-firing over the last two day’s events. So much happened in a short time span that most was still a blur. I kept focusing on the items that were permanently done, that we would be forced to live with the consequences for some time to come.

My first thoughts were of my sister seeing Linda walking around naked in front of Darryl and me, and my acceptance of that behavior. I know that her thoughts of me were forever changed, as she would now see me as the cuckolded sissy who allowed another man to take over his wife. My crossdressing was something that she could accept because she had gradually seen the progress. However, Linda’s infidelity, and my acceptance of it, had been thrust upon her the day before. How would that change our relationship and where would that lead?

Secondly, the appearance of Jesse for my surprise date last night was a shock that was only surpassed by my willingness to let the evening progress as it did. Plus, Jesse had also witnessed Linda’s submissiveness to Darryl as well as his orchestration of her permanent marking by his command of selection and placement of her butterfly tattoo. He had seen her willingly strip from the waist down to allow another man to intimately mark her while I just stood by. How must he think of me today?

Then there was the whole tattoo parlor adventure. I was easily reminded of it as I gently touched my new bellybutton stud. At least it was something I could remove and let heal after Darryl left… but it was kind of cute, so maybe I might keep it for awhile. I couldn’t wait to see Linda’s tattoo. I had gotten a look at it during the early stages the night before, but not the finished product. She had promised me that I could see it this morning.

Pushing all of those thoughts out of my mind, I got out of bed and began preparing for the day ahead. I practically jumped when I looked in the mirror. I had fallen asleep with Jesse beside me and had not taken the time to remove my makeup, which had become quite smeared during our bedroom Olympics. The shower felt refreshing and helped to wash away some of the guilt I was feeling about how I had behaved the night before and what I had allowed to happen.

An hour later, dressed for the day, I knocked softly on the master bedroom’s door and just as softly walked into the room carrying hot coffee on a tray. I tried to advert my eyes from the two naked bodies entwined on the rumpled sheets. Linda was the first to notice my presence as she lifted her head and smiled. My eyes immediately focused on her new prize… the colorful butterfly dancing just above her pussy lips.

“Come take a closer look,” she whispered as she moved away from sleeping Darryl and reclined on her back to allow me an intimate inspection.

I set the tray down and slipped silently to my knees beside the bed. I was pleased to see that it was rather small and intimate, not something gaudy, as I had feared. “It looked cute,” I thought as I accepted the fact that my wife now sported a tattoo at the desires of another man, something that would be a constant reminder of this time and circumstances. Whenever I looked at it, I would remember that I was a cuckold to my wife, that I could not stop another man from marking her.

“Taste me as you study it,” Linda quietly ordered as she spread her legs open.

I eased between the parted legs and lightly kissed, then licked her intimate opening, my eyes never leaving her butterfly. It was in the perfect spot for me to focus on it as I performed my oral duties. I knew that I would be in this position and viewing it from inches away many times in the future. Each time I tasted her there, I would have a reminder starting back at me. I would never be able to forget last night.

The rest of the day was pretty ordinary. I fixed a brunch as the three of us were starving. Linda walked around naked again and I was constantly staring at her butterfly. Darryl took her three more times before leaving; once in the kitchen as I cleaned off the dishes, once more in the bedroom during an afternoon ‘rest period’, and finally in the living room just before leaving when he lifted her off the sofa and fucked her on the floor while I sat in the recliner. After the last time, he instructed me to lick her clean as he kissed her goodbye. The tears rolling down her face were not because of the orgasm I had brought her to, but from the knowledge that it would be months before Darryl would be back this way. I didn’t even say goodbye to him as I was ‘busy’ at that moment. But I knew that I was hardly on his mind then.

The next few days were quiet for Linda and me. We talked sparingly of the previous three days, instead just trying to get back into our normal routines and returning to our lives as a couple again. I think that we are okay, that the activities have not scarred us or driven a wedge between us. I think that we will gradually return to the place that we are most comfortable with.

This experience has been stressful and a strain on us. Only time will tell if there are any repercussions or long term effects. You can count on me diligently reporting all as best I can.

Thanks for following along and for your comments and concerns. Once again, it has been an interesting ride.

Tattoos? I get the point!

2009-08-24T13:45:00.004-05:00

We ended up at a place that was not one of the places I had checked out and I wondered why Darryl had even bothered to have me go on that mission. I guess it was just part of the mental games he plays.

I was really surprised at how busy the place was on a Saturday night at eleven o’clock. This was an uncomfortable surroundings for me to be in while crossdressed. But being with Jesse, we looked like we were a couple, just like Linda and Darryl. I noticed that no one really looked too closely at me as everyone was absorbed in their own little worlds and looking at various tattoo samples.

Linda and Darryl were whispering back and forth while we waited twenty minutes before being led back into a private room. I knew then that Darryl had contacted this place previously as the artist showed Linda a picture of the tattoo she was about to receive. It was a small butterfly, quite cute actually. I was about to ask where that was going to go when Linda nervously unbuckled her jeans and slid them down her legs. I was hoping that it was going to be placed on her ankle or maybe her thigh. But when she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties I knew just where it was going to go… on that cute bald pussy! Down came the panties and there stood Linda, naked from the waist down, in front of us. The artist, Brice, told her to lie down on the table, the whole time acting as if he saw naked pussies all the time (maybe he did!).

Then came another surprise. Darryl came over to me and took my hand, telling me to come with him as Linda got prepped for her tattoo. He led me, followed by Jesse, out into the main room.

“Beverly is going to get her navel pierce,” he informed us and he told the gal, Nikki, in charge of piercing what he wanted. She greeted me warmly, addressing me as Beverly, and acted like she was use to seeing crossdressers in her shop. Who knows, maybe she was.

I followed wordlessly to a high stool where she told me to open my blouse. She commented on what a cute bra I was wearing, which helped me to relax some. A few minutes later, I was the proud owner of a navel bar. I was still in a daze as Nikki informed me how to care for my new piercing.

“Is she going to get a tattoo also?” Jesse asked Darryl. I could have slugged him!

“Not tonight, maybe another time,” Darryl replied as I let out a sigh of relief.

We went back into the room where Linda’s tattoo was underway. I showed her my piercing, which I was beginning to like. We watched Brice’s hand dance across her skin just above her slit. There was no modesty allow here as Linda’s legs were slightly spread to allow Brice to move about freely. Linda’s pussy was on display to all. I found it ironic that I was thinking how I was glad that Jesse was gay and therefore not really enjoying my wife’s naked charms on display. At the same time I was surprised by Linda’s ease at being naked in front of so many people. My, how she had changed.

Darryl informed Jesse and me that it was going to take awhile to do Linda’s tattoo, and that we should run along home and I would be able to see her tattoo later. I gave Linda a kiss on the cheek and wished her luck before leaving with Jesse.

As we walked hand-in-hand to Jesse’s car, I realized that the whole event; my piercing and Linda’s display… had left me horny and quite turned on. Before leaving the parking lot, Jesse gave me several mind-blowing kisses, then place my hand on his tented pants while putting the car in gear. I knew what he wanted (duhhh) and I rubbed the growing bulge while getting hotter myself.

At the next stop light, I found myself doing something I never dreamed I would do… I unzipped his pants, pulled out his glorious cock, and leaned over to take him in my mouth. I don’t know how he managed to focus on the road as I gave him a blowjob as he drove us home. I was willing to finish the job in my driveway, but Jesse pulled me away from him with a promise to allow me to finish once inside.

We got no further than the living room couch, stripping away clothes on our rush towards it, then I quickly resumed what I had started earlier. The next half hour was a blur as I sucked, changed positions per his requests, until I was finally rewarded for my efforts.

We were in my bed with him on top of me showing me even more pleasures, when Linda and Darryl returned. I blushed crimson when Linda opened the door to tell me she was home, telling us not to stop as they were going to bed as well.

“Enjoy yourselves because that’s just what we plan to do. I will show you my tattoo in the morning,” she insisted. “Goodnight you two.” With that, she closed the door and Jesse resumed showing me how to trip the light fantastic.

I awoke sometime during the night by the movement of Jesse slipping out of bed, telling me he had to go and would call me later in the morning. Part of me felt alone in the bed, and part of me was glad to finally be alone with my thoughts.

This night had certainly been a surprised. I wondered what the morning would bring, and then blissfully, sleep overcame me.

The Hits Just Keep On Coming

2009-08-22T09:26:00.004-05:00

First, I must start off with exciting news. My blog hit 100 followers today (Friday)! Wow!! Thank you all for showing an interest in my humble scribes. Plus, this blog has also gotten over 120,000 hits this year. I reset the counter on January 1. I had just over 40,000 hits in all of 2008.

I can’t believe that so many people have nothing better to do than read my writings. Just kidding, I really appreciate each and every one of you who take the time to tune in. Thank you, thank you, thank you!

Now back to our irregularly scheduled program…

I didn’t know what was schedule for our night out that Saturday. However, looking at the outfit Linda had set out for me… denim skirt with a simple blouse… my guess was that we were not going to be competing against the previous evening’s Chicago adventure. While I still get nervous going out dressed as Beverly sometimes, especially in new surroundings, it is easier for me when I am with others. Being with Linda and Darryl would make it easier for me to ‘blend in’ in public.

Of course, I was dressed long before Linda and Darryl emerged from the bedroom, so I took the time to open a bottle of wine and was relaxing with a glass when Darryl joined me on the sofa.

“Linda will be down shortly. She seemed to have trouble restarting after our little romp,” he bragged. “She seems to bring out the best in me.”

As I handed him a glass of wine, he told me to set mine down for a minute. “I think we have been neglecting you too much. Here we are having great sex all the time and you are not getting any for yourself.”

The unzipping of his pants and the unbuckling of the belt told me what he wanted. “You know what to do, Beverly,” he said as he pulled down his pants, exposing his growing erection. Without reservation, I sunk to my knees in front of him and started stroking him.

“That feels nice, but I want you to put that pretty mouth of yours to work,” he whispered.

I licked tentatively up the shaft and across the crown, then lower my head as the entire cock invaded my mouth. I knew that he had just showered, but I would swear that I could still taste Linda’s sex on him.

“I see I didn’t wear you out,” I heard her voice. Of course it had to be that moment that Linda chose to enter the living room.

“Beverly was feeling left out,” Darryl stated, sounding somewhat guilty.

Linda sat down next to Darryl and finished my glass of wine as she watched her sissy husband orally pleasing her lover.

I could not believe the huge load Darryl delivered to my mouth, especially knowing that he had been in bed with Linda less than an hour previously. Where was it all coming from?

Once finished with my oral duties, I made a quick trip to the restroom to repair my makeup (and brushed my teeth), then rejoined the lovers. I noticed that Linda was also dressed casually in jeans and tee shirt.

We drove to a town 30 miles from home and pulled into a sports bar… not at all what I was expecting for a night out on the town with Darryl. An even bigger surprise awaited as we walked in. Sitting in a booth just inside the door was Jesse, the gay brother of Julie, Linda’s workmate, and the guy that I had an arranged blind date with just the week before. At first I thought, “what a coincidence”, then realized that this was pre-arranged and I had a date for the night. Linda nudged me as we walked up to the table, as if to say “gotcha”.

Jesse stood as we got to the booth, kissed me on the cheek, said hi to Linda, and then shook hands with Darryl as Linda introduced them. Jesse allowed me to slide into the booth, then sat next to me as Linda slid in on the other side of me.

“Surprise!” Jesse laughed. He knew that I had not been informed of tonight’s arrangement. He slid his hand into mine and I finally relaxed and smiled.

We had an enjoyable evening, good food, casual conversation, a few laughs, and lots of drinks. It became apparent that our dates were trying to get us gals drunk, or at least well lubed. And the reason for that soon presented itself.

After more then two hours of eating and drinking, Darryl looked at Linda and announced, “I think it is time for us to embark on tonight’s entertainment,” he stated and I could swear Linda’s face went white. Now what?

“I have been promising Linda a tattoo for some time now, and tonight she is going to get one. So let’s head over to the tattoo parlor,” he said, sliding out of the booth and taking Linda’s hand to assist/drag her.

“Why don’t you guys follow us,” Darryl said as he told Jesse where we were going.

I followed Jesse to his car. He opened the door for me, the perfect gentleman, and pulled me into a kiss before I could get into the car (okay, maybe not a PERFECT gentleman, but I didn’t resist the kiss either).

As we followed Darryl’s car we talked about what was about to happen. Jesse was surprised that I didn’t know that this had been planned or that I didn’t know any of the details like what tattoo she was going to get or where it was going to be.

“Maybe you should get one while we are there,” he grinned. I silently hoped that it wasn’t part of the evening’s plan.

One moment please...

2009-08-20T22:06:00.001-05:00

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Pam Gets An Eyeful

2009-08-20T15:13:00.005-05:00

The doorbell chimed, announcing my sister’s (Pam) arrival. I don’t know who looked more panic; Linda, because she was naked, or me, because my sister was about to witness another man dominating Linda and me.

“Linda, why don’t you go up to the bed room while Beverly introduces me to his sister and I have a chance to inform her of your current appearance,” Darryl mercifully said while silently instructing me to get the door.

Pam was not surprised to see me dressed in feminine form, even complimented me on my appearance, saying that I looked ‘lovely’. I thanked her and took her hand, a very feminine gesture, to lead her over to meet Darryl. He stood up from the sofa and turned on the charm. I could tell that Pam was immediately impressed and taken by him. Darryl just has that charisma about him that people immediately size him up as someone forceful, an effortless leader.

He took her hand and held it while kissing her lightly on the cheek. Pam actually blushed from the gesture while I just blended into the background, already forgotten.

As she took a quick glance around, not seeing Linda, Darryl spoke before she could ask the question.
“Linda will be down in a minute. However, I thought it might be best for us to talk a bit before she does. Would you like something to drink? Beverly, why don’t you bring us some iced tea. How does that sound, Pam?”

Pam nodded her agreement as she glanced my way and saw me turn silently and head to the kitchen.

When I came back with the refreshments, Pam was sitting next to Darryl on the sofa. Her face modeled in an expression bordering on disbelief, shock, surprise, and curiosity, all in one. I knew that Darryl had explained Linda’s nudity and was now expounding on the details of our ‘arrangement’. He looked up at me when I sat the drinks down on the table in front of them, but Pam’s eyes never left his face, nor did her expression change.

“I just explained to Pam a little about what has been going on. She wasn’t surprised to hear about your serving role, but seems a bit perplexed about Linda being naked while in the house,” he explained to me unnecessarily. Turning back to face Pam, he said, “while you initially may have been a little shocked, I think you are curious to have Linda join us, aren’t you my dear?”

Pam nodded silently and turned towards the stairs as Darryl called out to Linda. All eyes were on the stairway as Linda descended them. She walked over and stood before Darryl in front of the couch in all her naked glory.

“Hi Pam. I hope you aren’t too shocked by this. I can’t tell you how nervous I have been about walking in here like this. But Darryl insisted and I just cannot say no to him,” Linda quietly explained.

“Oh, Linda, no need to be nervous. You can do whatever you want in your own home. I think that it is kind of neat, but I would never have the nerve to do that,” Pam replied, smiling at Linda. “You look very nice, by the way,” she continued as I saw her eyes nervously glance at Linda’s shaven pussy, lingering longer that she probably wished.

“Well, Pam, feel free to join Linda in her natural state if you wish,” Darryl smirked. I was glad when Pam quickly declined the invitation.

Darryl turned his attention to the forgotten me. “Beverly, pour Linda some iced tea and top off our drinks,” he ordered as he patted the seat beside him for Linda to sit. He draped his arm casually around Linda’s shoulders and pulled her close to him as Pam surveyed the scene.

Hardly any attention was paid to me as I went about my duties. Finished pouring, I sat down in the armchair across from the threesome on the couch, once again hoping to drift into the background unnoticed. But I should have known that would not be the case with Darryl holding court.

He allowed the conversation to pick up for a few minutes as Linda told Pam about their date to Chicago the night before. Pam asked a few questions about what they had to eat and about flying in a small plane, something she had never done before.

That was the opening Darryl was looking for. “I would love to take you up sometime,” he chimed, none of us missing the subtle meaning that lay beneath the surface of those words. “Your sister-in-law joined the Mile-High Club last night,” he beamed as Linda blushed.

A puzzled look came over Pam’s face momentarily, then it quickly changed to recognition as she blushed along with Linda.

“Is that kind of difficult to do in a small plane? I’ve heard of people doing it on airliners in the bathrooms, but I guess that would be a tight space also,” she commented.

“It does take a bit of maneuvering, and isn’t very comfortable. But at least now I can say I did it,” Linda bragged.

“Are you interested?” Darryl asked.

“The plane ride sounds like fun, but I will pass on the other. Maybe my husband and I could take a ride sometime with you,” Pam said, trying to get herself out of the pickle Darryl was trying to draw her into. Darryl politely dropped the other references and agreed to give Pam and Rob a plane ride in the near future.

After that, there was a lull in the conversation for a moment, then quickly defused when Darryl turned to me and said, “if I remember correctly, Beverly, we owe you a spanking!”

Oh, he wouldn’t, would he? Not in front of my sister. Oh yes he would!

“Linda, I think you should do the honors. You don’t mind, do you Pam? You see, Beverly was hesitant in following some instructions earlier, and she must be punished for her disobedience. If you would rather not witness this, it could be put off until later. But it would be best if it was handled now,” he explained.

“I used to love watching him get spanked when he was a small boy,” Pam beamed. “I think it would be funny to see him get a few swats.”

“Beverly, go get the brush,” Darryl instructed. “And take off your pantyhose while you are at it.”

When I returned with the brush, Darryl had taken my place on the chair and was explaining to Pam his outlook on discipline. He indicated for me to stand next to Linda.

“Okay, Beverly. You know how to assume the position. Show your sister what a good little sissy you are and lower your panties once in position,” Linda said.

I lowered myself over my wife’s naked legs, being careful not to accidentally brush against her exposed breasts, knowing that would earn me extra swats. Once on her legs, I reached back and pulled up my skirt, then tugged my pink panties down to my knees. I was sure that my blushing went from my face to my toes and that my sister was getting an eyeful.

Linda proceeded on Darryl’s command to deliver 10 firm swats to my exposed buns. Then she paused and offered the brush to Pam.

“Would you like to deliver the next ten?” she asked.

I didn’t hear a reply but did hear Pam get off the sofa as she took the brush and stepped up beside me. She place one hand firmly on my back to hold my skirt out of the way, then just as firmly as Linda, gave me 10 spanks that I will not soon forget.

When she finished, Pam handed the brush back to Linda and said, “Sorry little sister, but I have never spanked anyone before. And I have always wondered what it would be like. I kind of enjoyed that.”

She took her seat again and Darryl instructed me to go get more iced tea. Tears were streaming down my face as I pulled my panties up and hurried into the kitchen. I couldn’t believe it… not only was I spanked in front of my sister, she had participated in my embarrassment.

Everyone was laughing and enjoying themselves when I returned. Linda had me sit between her and Pam on the sofa while they assured me that my embarrassment was done for the afternoon.

Pam indicated that she had to be going and how much she had enjoyed the unusual afternoon. She gave me a hug, even managed to give her naked sister-in-law a hug, then was pulled into a hug by Darryl who stated how nice it had been to finally meet her and that he looked forward to more enjoyable times to come.

After she left, Linda noticed the time and said that we had better start getting ready for our evening. I was informed then that we were going out to dinner and the evening held a few surprises.

“I know just what I want you to wear so I will come with you upstairs to lay it out,” Linda said.

“Make it quick,” Darryl said with a smile. “We have something else to do first before we get ready.”

“God, does that man never tire?” Linda pretended to fuss, just before she ran up the stairs with her cute naked butt dancing with each step.

Learning About The Date

2009-08-17T12:17:00.004-05:00

It was almost noon before Linda and Darryl got out of bed. I heard the shower running so I made sure that there was fresh, hot coffee for them when they finally joined me.

Darryl was the first to appear, dressed in jeans and polo shirt, freshly showered, hair still damp. As I started to get up from the table to pour his coffee, he instructed me to stay seated. He poured two cups and brought them to the table (since I had mine I knew the other was for Linda).

“How was your night?” I asked, dying to hear the details of the date. I was shocked to hear that he had flown them to Chicago for dinner.

“It’s just a ninety minute flight from airport to airport. Flying is so much easier than driving. Once airborne, the plane practically flies itself,” he said with a mischievous grin. “I am happy to report that your wife is now an official member of the Mile High Club.”

I didn’t even want to think about how they achieved that, but pictures formed in my mind anyway. He went on to tell me about the great restaurant they ate at that was on the 20^th floor overlooking Lake Michigan. I knew that there was no way I could compete with him. He was definitely showing Linda adventures that I could only dream about.

And speaking of Linda, at that moment she made her entrance in grand… and very naked… style. She walked into the kitchen totally nude. I had forgotten Darryl’s instructions that she was to be naked while home during his visit. Seeing her walking around so easily and carefree was difficult to take. I also notice her freshly shaven bald pussy, something else Darryl had insisted on. She looked so vulnerable like that.

She told me about the surprise of flying to Chicago (she left out the part about joining the Mile High Club!), and the limo waiting to pick them up at the airport. Besides the dinner, they also drove around Chicago looking at sites at night, stopped to walk along Lake Michigan by the Shedd Aquarium, then back to the airport for the flight home.

“And what did you do on the return flight?” Darryl prodded her. I was getting ready to hear about him taking her in the plane.

Linda blushed as she answered, “I flew the whole way back dressed the same way I am now, totally naked.” She looked to see my reaction. I am sure my mouth was hanging open.

“Then I played with his ‘joy stick’.” She picked a banana out of the basket and proceeded to give me a visual sample by erotically sampling the fruit.

“Since it was so late at night, there were no ground crew around when we landed, so I got out of the plane and walked to the car without getting dressed. I rode home like this as well. I haven’t had any clothes on since we took off from Chicago!”

I was trying to absorb all of this while we sat there talking about their evening and the rest of the day to come. We were going to relax around the house all afternoon, then get ready to go out for dinner around seven. My head was spinning from all of this and I wasn’t really thinking straight, when all of a sudden something was said that brought me back to reality.

“Oh, I just remembered,” I said sitting up at the table. “Pam is coming by sometime this afternoon. She wants to meet Darryl.”

“Pam is Beverly’s sister,” Linda informed Darryl. I saw her face suddenly flush with understanding as she realized that she was naked and we were going to have a houseguest dropping in. She looked at Darryl, hoping that he was also understanding what she was thinking. “Ahh, about Pam being here…” she quietly said to Darryl.

“Linda, you agreed to the rules on how you are to be dressed while home. You knew that there was a chance that someone might stop in. There will be no changing the rules just because your sister-in-law might drop in,” Darryl stated firmly as Linda dropped her head in acceptance.

I wanted to scream “she can’t be naked in front of my sister while you are here. What will Pam think?” But I remained quiet, knowing that if Linda was willing to accept her fate, then so must I. I wasn’t worried about being dressed as Beverly in front of Pam as she had seen me that way several times now and was very accepting of her brother now being her sister. Pam also knew about Linda being intimate with Darryl and that they were sleeping together during his stay. But Pam seeing Linda walking around the house naked in front of Darryl and me was another matter all together. I wasn’t sure how that would go over.

As I was clearing the table of the light lunch I had thrown together, Darryl walked up behind Linda and gave her a hug, telling her to get over her nervousness, that everything would be alright, and he was sure that Pam would understand about Linda being naked.

“Maybe we should offer her the opportunity to get naked as well,” Darryl laughed.

I could see that Linda was as nervous as I was about that suggestion. Neither of us wanted to bring our family members into any kind of sexual situation. It was okay perhaps for some of them to know about what we were doing, but we both drew the line at including them into the ‘inner circle’. At least that is what I thought.

Suddenly, Darryl turned Linda around, picked her up and set her on the edge of the counter, then proceeded to undo his pants and let them drop to the floor. He took her right there in the kitchen! Well, I guessed my clean up duties were done for now, so I left them and went out to the living room to wait.

A few minutes later, Linda walked over to the couch, laid down and spread her legs open.

“Come here, Beverly, and clean up the nice dessert Darryl left you,” she commanded me. I hesitated for a moment, just looking at her and looking to see where Darryl was.

“I said come over here, now!” she said firmly.

I slipped over beside the couch and gingerly licked up the fresh cream pie being presented to me. I didn’t hear Darryl come back into the room, but a moment later I heard him say that my hesitation at Linda’s command had earned me a spanking from her.

Oh, boy. When will I ever learn?

Date Reaches New Heights

2009-08-15T16:09:00.003-05:00

The Friday night date was really something, Linda told me the next morning. I wasn’t awake and didn’t hear them come home, but she told me that it was very late… or very early, depending on your point of view… and for good reason.

I have mentioned in previous posts that Darryl has his own airplane. In fact, one of the first time times Linda met Darryl was when he flew us up to Wisconsin (we live in Iowa) for an evening dinner. For their big date night, he decided to outdo even that by flying Linda to Chicago for their night out. I can only imagine how exciting and romantic it must have been to fly over the big city with all of those lights, land at a small airport where a limo waited to take them to a romantic dinner at a restaurant high above the city.

Saturday morning I woke up and went through my usual morning routine, well, as routine as things get when Darryl is sleeping with Linda, dressed in a simple skirt and blouse, put on make-up and combed my hair into a feminine style, and headed to the kitchen to start the coffee and breakfast. I found a note on the table from Linda stating that they had gotten in late, would be sleeping in, and did not want to be disturbed until they called me. So, with nothing else further to do but wait, I fixed myself coffee and made a batch of muffins.

I was still sitting at the table eating a muffin and reading the paper at ten o’clock when the phone rang. It was my sister, Pam, calling to see how our evening had gone. She knew that Darryl was visiting as I had shared a long conversation earlier in the week while we were getting pedicures together.

With difficulty, I explained that Darryl had taken Linda out on a solo date and had gotten in late so I hadn’t had a chance yet to talk to her and get any details on their evening out.

“So I take it you and Linda are not sharing a bed while Darryl is visiting?” Pam asked. I could tell she was smiling at my discomfort. I had to admit to her that I was sleeping alone in the guest room, a very difficult thing to tell your sister I might add.

“Is it ok if I stop by later so I can meet Darryl?” she asked. We had talked about that previously so I was not surprised by her inquiry.

“I’m not sure when they will be up, so why don’t you come by this afternoon,” I replied. I knew Linda would enjoy my discomfort while she would be able to show Darryl off to my sister. At the same time, I worried about what Darryl might do in front of Pam.

The phone call must have awaken the lovers sharing my marital bed because I heard their voices when I walked by the closed door. Hearing them awake, I went and prepared a tray of coffee and warm muffins for them. I knocked and was sure I had heard someone tell me to come in. As I opened the door, I was greeted with the site of Linda, naked, lying on top of Darryl. At first, I thought that I had walked in on them making love, but realized that they were just having a conversation. And what an interesting position for a casual talk!

“Good morning, Beverly. What have you brought us? Something smells good,” Linda said as she turned her head to look at me, but not moving from atop Darryl.

“Just leave that for now,” Darryl instructed. “We need to work up a bit of an appetite first.” Linda laughed at the sexual innuendo as she buried her face into Darryl’s chest hair.

“I just love a hairy man,” she purred at him, driving home the difference between Darryl and me and the fact that my chest was shaven clean.

Just as I was turning to leave, he said, “Beverly, come over here and give me a hand.”

I wasn’t sure what he meant until I got beside the bed and he pulled the cover off his legs to show his naked hardening cock resting on his leg.

“Reach down there and give my cock some nice strokes to get me good and hard for your wife.” He wanted me to masturbate him so he could fuck Linda! She spread her legs apart to give me easy access to her lover’s cock.

Reluctantly, I took hold of his member and started stroking it up and down. I felt it thicken in my hand. After a couple of minutes of manipulations, he instructed me to rub his cock along Linda’s moist pussy lips. As I did, she repositioned herself to allow the head of the cock to ease between her folds. I was fucking my wife with another man’s cock! Each stroke eased it in and out of her pussy. Finally, she decided that he was hard enough because she sat up and allowed his cock to slip totally inside her, pushing my hand away in the process.

Since they were involved in their own sexual world, I quietly slipped out of the room and retreated to my own bedroom. My hand soon found itself wrapped around another cock. This time the pleasure was all mine.

What a strange, yet interesting Saturday this was going to be!

Getting Ready for Their Date

2009-08-10T11:00:00.002-05:00

That Friday was a long and lonely day. I had little to look forward to as I knew that Linda and Darryl would be going out for the evening without me. I had little housework to do because I had cleaned so thoroughly for several days leading up to the weekend. I decided to wash the bedding in the master bedroom because I was sure that it would be quite soiled from the night’s workout. Sure enough, when I pulled back the blankets there were several ‘wet spots’ in the sheets. It looked like a sexual war had been fought on that silky battlefield.

Once I had the laundry done and the bed remade, I again found myself bored and left with only my thoughts to fill my mind. I was worried about Linda and Darryl being out and seen by people we knew. I wasn’t ready to handle the rumors that could be starting over their date night.

Linda got home from work around five and quickly set about getting ready for her date with Darryl. She told me to stay downstairs until she was ready as she didn’t want me to see how she looked until she came down.

Darryl breezed in just before six, ordered me to fix him a drink, then headed upstairs to shower and dress. I knocked on the bedroom door with his drink in hand, and heard Linda tell me to come in. She was sitting at her vanity finishing her make-up. I told her I had a drink for Darryl and set it on the dresser. She stood up and asked, “How do I look?”

She was stunning, wearing the black dress that she had worn on New Years Eve in Florida. All I could as was ‘wow!’

“I want you to go change into the cute little sissy dress that Mother bought you,” she ordered. “Be sure to put on the ruffled panties with it!”

I wasn’t quite sure why she would want me to wear that, but I obediently went to my room and changed into the frilly pink concoction. It reeked of sissyness. Once on, I felt like I was four years old. This was not a dress that a grownup woman would wear, or even a young woman. That dress just sang out ‘little girl’.

Darryl and Linda were sharing cocktails as I walked into the living room. I immediately understood the significance of my chosen apparel. They were dressed for an evening out; her in her black dress and him in a suit and tie; while I was dressed as a sissy. They were the adults heading out for the night and I was the little one left at home. Their smiles were borderline smirks. They were having a difficult time containing themselves while taking in the pink princess in front of them.

“Sweetie, you look so precious. Don’t you agree, Honey?” Linda purred while Darryl just rolled his eyes at me as his arm snaked around her waist.

“I want you in bed by nine. And no alcohol for you tonight. We won’t be home till late so no waiting up. Will you be alright or should I get a sitter for you?”

I was blushing beet red as I told her that I would be just fine.

“I know you haven’t fixed anything for dinner since you were going to be eating alone, so I ordered a pizza for you. It should be here in ten minutes. The money is on the coffee table. Now don’t get any ideas of trying to go change before it gets here. You are to stay dressed like that until you go to bed. Then you can put on your pink babydoll nightie,” she said, then kissed me on the forehead before heading out the door.

Darryl gave me one last look and smirk before following her out. “Goodnight Sweetheart. Have a good night.” And with that I was once again alone.

The pizza delivery person was a young man of about 19, who really showed his surprise on his face when he saw me. He never took his eyes off me, didn’t even bother to check how much money I had handed him. I had to shove the door closed in his face to get him to leave. I am sure he would have stood there staring at me all night if given the chance.

Even with all of that going on, I still think the most difficult part of the entire day was trying to go to sleep at nine o’clock while thinking about the two of them out on their date. I was really understanding and feeling what cuckolding was all about. Linda had made sure that I saw the difference between Darryl and me… the alpha male and the sissy.

However, the even bigger surprise came when I found out about the details of the date.

Friday Morning Silence

2009-08-07T10:31:00.004-05:00

It was a fitful night’s sleep that greeted me Thursday night. I could hear Linda and Darryl making love in the other bedroom. For some reason they had not closed the door so the sounds waffled down the hallway to my bedroom. I’m not sure how long they were at it, but there was no doubt that they were making up for lost time. I just hoped that Linda would be able to walk in the morning.

With only a few hours of sleep, I managed to pry myself out of be in the morning, shower, slip into a dress, and put a light covering of makeup on. Then I headed down through the quiet house to the kitchen to start the coffee for the sleeping lovers. I was surprised to find Darryl standing at the counter drinking a cup of fresh brew.

“Good morning Beverly,” he greeted me with a hug, his hands grabbing my ass in the process. “I have an early meeting and a full day so I decided to get an early start. You look nice this morning. I hope Linda and I didn’t keep you up all night. I must say, she did her best to keep me ‘up’ for most of the night,” he said with a smirk.

He poured me a cup of coffee, his hand lingered on mine as I took the cup.

“Our friendship has really changed, hasn’t it?” He was standing quite close to me as he spoke. “I don’t think either of us would have thought five years ago when we were working together that today I would be fucking your wife, sleeping in your bed, while you were serving us and enjoying every moment of it. Quite a surprise isn’t it? And you are enjoying every minute of it, aren’t you?”

I silently agreed. I couldn’t believe what a powerful presence he had. I could understand why Linda was so turned on by him. He just oozed confidence as well as sexual strength.

He took back my coffee cup from my hands, I hadn’t even had a sip of the dark liquid yet. He then placed his hands on each of my shoulders and applied soft, yet firm pressure.

“I think you should send me off on my day with the proper encouragement of a sissy to her master,” he spoke softly, yet we both knew exactly what he meant, and I sunk to my knees in front of him.

Without a word being spoken by me yet to him that morning, I obediently reached for his belt buckle and unfastened his pants, tugging them down to the floor. His growing manhood greeted me. Can a cock smile? I was sure that his was as I leaned forward and took it into my mouth.

“What a good little sissy cocksucker you are,” he commented a few minutes later, just before unleashing his hot load into the back of my mouth without warning. Like a faithful dog, he patted me on the top of my head as he retracted the softening cock from my mouth and instructed me to pull his pants back into place.

“I must be going now. Take a cup of coffee up to Linda. She is waiting for you. I will see you this evening when I get home.” And with that he walked out of the kitchen and left me still kneeling on the floor. I had not spoken a word yet that morning but had already been force to submit to his power.

I drank my luke-warm coffee, filled a cup for Linda, and headed for her bedroom. She was stretched out naked on the bed when I came in. She sat up and took the coffee from me. I couldn’t get over how ‘used’ she looked. She really looked like she had a rough night of sex and little sleep.

“Why don’t you grab yourself a cup of coffee and come back here and join me,” she said.

Returning with the cup, I sat on the bed beside her. She had a funny look on her face that let me know that something was up. She sat her cup down and reached down on the floor beside her, bringing up a used condom!

“Darryl left you a little something for your coffee.” She proceeded to pour the cum from the condom into my cup, smiling at me as she did this. “Drink up,” she commanded with a smile. She watched as I took a sip of the strange concoction.

“Darryl must have really missed me. I think we fucked five times last night. I wanted to welcome him with a blow job, but he said that he was leaving the blow job duties to you. Did you give him one this morning?”

I nodded in agreement without looking at her, keeping my eyes on my laced coffee.

“I think he has become more forceful this time. He just seemed to overpower me. I was unable to think for myself and just did everything he wanted. I’ve never been with a man like him. The two of you are so different. I find it hard to believe that you have been friends for so long. I could see it if you had been his sissy bitch all of these years, but not friends.” Linda looked at me but didn’t expect me to answer, knowing that I could not explain it either.

“I had better get up and get going or I am going to be late for work. Remember, he is taking me out for dinner tonight so you don’t have to worry about fixing us anything. Go ahead and take my cup to the kitchen. I can get my own clothes out this morning,” she said as she got up from the bed and walked into the bathroom.

I sat there, stunned, on the bed for a full minute as I heard the shower running. This had been a strange start to a day. I had already taken two loads of Darryl’s cum, and I still hadn’t said a word to anyone. Maybe silence is golden.

Darryl's Visit - Thursday

2009-08-05T09:24:00.003-05:00

I spent last Thursday getting things ready for Darryl’s visit. I don’t know why I was so nervous, I mean, after all, he is an old friend who has seen me as Beverly many times now. And let’s be honest, he really isn’t coming to see me. He wants to stay here so he can spend time with Linda, enjoying sex with her at my expense.

Linda didn’t say much when she left for work this morning, just ‘make sure the house is ready for Darryl’s visit’. She didn’t even ask me what was for dinner or tell me what she wanted me to be wearing when he got here later.

I had the house prepped and dinner in the oven cooking away all by mid-afternoon. That left me with time to get myself ready. I went and took a long, soaking bath, shaved my body head to toe, painted my nails, selected my undies (matching set of course), put on my make-up using extra care, and picked out a skirt and blouse to wear. My hair was starting to grow out, and Meghan had done a great job on my last salon visit of highlighting and shaping it into a cute feminine style, so I decided to fix it up and forego the wig. Besides, it would be cooler for this warm summer day.

Linda came flying in the door at 4:30, shouting for me to follow her to the bedroom. I walked into the bedroom just as she was stepping out of her skirt, which she threw at me with implied instructions to take care of it.

“I need to take a quick shower. Lay out some clothes for me. You know, sexy underwear set, oh, and my summer sundress that I like so much,” she stated as she left her clothes in a pile on the floor and rushed, naked, into the bathroom. “By the way, you look very nice. I like what you are doing with your hair.”

I picked up the pile of clothes, put them in the hamper, and then went about laying out her outfit for the evening. I knew that she would want nylons and a garter belt along with matching bra and panty. I still feel weird picking out undies for her wear for her boyfriend. Just as I placed the dress on the bed she came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, which quickly ended up on the floor for me to pick up. She made no comment on my selections, just got silently dressed without a look my way. I am sure her mind was on the evening ahead and I was not involved in the intimate thoughts. I just stood there silently waiting for further instructions.

Finally, she seemed to realize that I was still present and spoke without looking at me. “I am okay here. Why don’t you go take care of dinner and wait for Darryl’s arrival. Tell him I will be down shortly.” With that, I was dismissed. The tone for the evening had been established.

Twenty minutes later, while I was working in the kitchen, the doorbell chime announced Darryl’s arrival. He stepped in as I opened the door… I think he half expected a curtsy out of me… smiled as he took in my appearance, and gave me a hug and kiss on the cheek in a warm greeting. His bag was by the outside door and he glanced at it, and said, “would you be so kind as to take that up to my bedroom.” He didn’t say which bedroom was ‘his’, but we both knew that he meant the master bedroom that he would be sharing with Linda.

As I entered the bedroom, Linda was spraying herself with perfume, including a spritz under her skirt. The meaning of this was not lost on me and she smiled as she saw my recognition. She wanted to smell nice ‘down there’ for Darryl.

I silently place his bag on the floor by the bed, then retreated out the door, to be followed by a “tell him I will be down in a minute.” It was clear that Linda wanted to make a grand entrance for her beau.

Fortunately, I was in the kitchen when she came down, so I missed their welcome to each other. I was surprised that I wasn’t summoned to prepare cocktails for them. I found them in a tight embrace when I came to announce that dinner was ready. It took them a full minute to pull themselves apart and come to the dinner table.

Over dinner Darryl filled us in on his latest activities and his business ventures that brought him to town (he is developing a strip mall). He informed us that he would be very busy all day Friday but would be taking Linda out for a late dinner… without me! They would be having a solo date in our hometown. Linda saw the worried look on my face and I am sure she was concerned as well. She had to work in this community and we knew many people. Being seen out on a date with another man was risky for her.

Darryl seemed to read our thoughts, or anticipated our reaction. “Don’t worry. I will be taking you someplace safe and out of the way,” he reassured her.

I was quiet throughout dinner as most of the conversation centered around the two of them. Darryl did set down some rules for the weekend.

Addressing me, he stated, “While I am here, you will be dressed as Beverly as you are now. Not as a maid, but as either fully feminine or in sissy attire, unless instructed otherwise. That means inside the house as well as out.” He did not ask for my understanding or acceptance as it was understood that both were implied.

Turning to Linda, he said, “you and I will be a couple all weekend, no matter where we go or what we do. That means that if we are seen by other people, they will know that we are ‘together’. Do you understand?” Nervously, but without hesitation, Linda nodded her head in agreement. I know we were both scared where that might lead and what consequences it might have. I half expected some comment by Linda, but she accepted her role without question.

“Also, like when you were in Florida at the condo, after this evening you will be naked at all times in this house unless instructed otherwise.” This time Darryl did not ask for her agreement.

With the rules established, he sat back in his chair with a satisfied smiled. He was king of this castle once again.

I cleared the table as they retired to the living room. Once I had cleaned the kitchen, I went to join them. I found Linda naked and standing before a seated Darryl. He was just sitting there looking at her, taking in her naked beauty from head to toe. He made a gesture with his hand and she obediently turned slowly around so he could view her backside. As she turned full circle, he reached out and grasped her pubic hair.

“I want this gone tonight. After we go to bed, go and shave your pussy bald. Make sure it stays that way,” he ordered. I didn’t know if he had meant for this weekend or permanently.

“I promised you a spanking and I think we should get that out of the way right now. Assume the position,” he instructed as Linda stretched out over his knees. “Beverly, go get me a hairbrush.” I could see the panic look on Linda’s face, as she had never been spanked by anything other than his hand. We both knew that this was going to hurt a lot worse than any spanking she has had before.

When I returned with the brush, he was softly caressing her bottom, reassuring her that he would be fair. Then he proceeded to give her ten very loud, and I am sure very painful, swats. She had tears streaming down her face, but she never uttered a sound. I was worried about how she was feeling. Darryl found the answer for me.

He set the brush down then took his hand and forced her knees apart, exposing her pussy in the process. He rubbed his fingers along her slit, then sunk two fingers between her folds.

“Your pussy is gushing because you liked being spanked like that. It turned you on, didn’t it?”

He was right. Linda’s pussy was glistening with her flowing juices. I was shocked by her reaction. She was, indeed, very turned on.

“Come then,” Darryl instructed as he gently pushed Linda off his knees. “Let’s go to the bedroom and enjoy the rest of the night.”

With that, they walked hand-in-hand up the stairs without any further words to me. I was left standing in the living, recovering from witnessing my wife turned on by a firm spanking.

As I headed up the stairs, I stopped by the open bedroom doorway and looked in to see them lying on the bed in a lover’s embrace. Once again, I was out of their minds and left in my own little world.

All I can say is WOW!

2009-08-02T19:33:00.003-05:00

It has been a very interesting weekend. Darryl just left so hopefully life can return to normal again... if that is possible at all! There is so much to tell so let me get my head around all of this and I will report back with several posts this week. Be sure to check back regularly if you are interested in all of the details!
And just to be clear, I am not permitted to post photos of Darryl at all. Also, Linda does not want her face appearing on my blog. You will see many photos accompanying my blogs that are used for illustration only. There may be some actual photos of Linda used but they will not show her face. So when in doubt assume that the photos are stock photos used to enhance the posting. How's that for a disclaimer!
Ok, I am going to try to get a good night's sleep and recover from these last four hectic days. More to come soon.
Beverly

Company is Coming!

2009-07-30T09:13:00.002-05:00

Darryl arrives tonight! He actually is in town now for meetings all day but will be staying at our house for three nights. I am not sure if I will be able to update my blog during this time so it may be Monday before I can get back on here. I will report back faithfully as soon as I can. Stay tuned!
Until then, here is another adventure that recently took place.

Night out with Jesse

A few posts back I mentioned Jesse. He is the gay brother of Julie, Linda’s co-worker. Jesse is new to the area and doesn’t know anyone other then the few people he works with in a small office. He is not from this area so knows little about the gay scene or where to go for a night out.

Julie had asked Linda if there was a chance that I could take Jesse out some night to show him some of the local watering holes frequented by the gay community. Linda had volunteered my assistance without consulting me, as if she really had to! I always do what Linda tells me.

So it is not surprising that Thursday evening I found myself getting dressed up to go out for the night with Jesse. Linda insisted that I wear the short skirt and slinky top that she had picked out. I thought that it would send the wrong signals to wear something so sexy, but I put them on as Linda instructed.

Turned out that Jesse was a nice guy, attractive and dressed nicely, and actually listened to me when I talked. That was refreshing.

We went to the gay nightclub, which was of course kind of quiet, being a Thursday evening and all. So it wasn’t much of a surprise when we ended up the only people on the dance floor. Jesse was a good dancer as well so we danced several dances before sitting down to our drinks and conversation. I even found myself relaxing during one of the slow dances as he maneuvered us around the dance floor. Somehow, we found ourselves in the back corner of the dance floor when the song ended, and Jesse took advantage of our location to kiss me. For some reason, I just went along with the kiss and let it last longer than it should have, sending wrong signals and setting the stage for the rest of the evening.

For the rest of the night Jesse held my hand or put his arm around me as we walked to and from the dance floor. Several more kisses were shared, and soon we were headed home. A long, tongue-wrestling kiss ensued at my door, and I found myself inviting him in for coffee, which somehow led to us making out on the sofa for another half hour. He tried to advance the action further but I was somehow able to convince him that it was time to end the date and pushed him out the door.

As I entered the bedroom, Linda asked from the darkness, “Did you have a good evening?” Fortunately, she was too tired for details so I was spared having to confess my actions. As I fell asleep I had very mixed thoughts… I had fulfilled my task of showing Jesse a place that he could go and meet people… but did I want him to go there without me?

Tattoo Parlors

2009-07-28T16:51:00.001-05:00

As instructed, I did some checking up on tattoo parlors in our area. I couldn’t believe how many there were. There were two that stood out as appearing higher class than the others, so I drove over to check them out. I met with the artist at each, got an idea of the costs based on what little I knew of that Darryl wanted, got a tour of the establishments, and walked out with my suggestion to Darryl confirmed.

It was really difficult to ask for price ideas when I didn’t know what the tattoo would be, if it would be something from their tattoo book or an original design, or even where the tattoo would be placed. I had told them that the tattoo was for my wife, but found it awkward to reveal that I had no idea where it was going to go. So I asked how they handled the placement of tattoos in intimate locations and was told that they would supply whatever coverage of the area needed that still allowed them access while conforming to the recipient’s comfort level.

“We get some ladies in here that throw modesty out the window and lay there buck naked while I work around their pussy,” one of the artist volunteered. I wondered where Linda would fall along that modest spectrum, or what Darryl would allow was more likely.

So if the tattoo issue comes up, I guess we are ready with a location.

And speaking of Darryl, he is coming to town later this week. He called Linda Saturday and confirmed his arrival. They talked for a long time so I am sure that they were making plans for his stay.

Maybe I should just leave town!

Sisters

2009-07-27T10:54:00.003-05:00

So much catching up to do that I will get right to it. In my last post, I talked about being bored so I called my sister to see if she wanted to get together. She asked what I had in mind. She could tell I was nervous because of the way I was hemming and hawing, not coming out and saying what was on my mind.

“You are dressed as Beverly right now aren’t you?” she asked as she guessed correctly.

When I confirmed that I was she said, “And you want to go out and do something ‘girly’, is that right?” She hit it perfectly.

“Do you want to go shopping or go get something to eat, or did you have another idea?” she inquired.

“I was thinking that maybe we could go get our nails done or something,” I blushingly replied.

“That’s a great idea. I really need a pedicure. Why don’t I pick you up in an hour and we will go check out that new salon that just opened by the mall,” she commented excitedly.

I headed to the bedroom to slip into something fun and comfortable. I selected a white skirt and print top along with white sandals that would show off the pedicure I was going to get. An application of daytime makeup followed by a spritz of perfume and I was ready to go just as she pulled into the driveway.

“Is it my imagination or are you spending more time as Beverly,” Pam commented as I slid into the seat beside her. “You really look good and appear so comfortable like this that it is difficult for me to think of you as my little brother. You are definitely my sister now, and I love it.”

I gave her hand a squeeze. “I really enjoy spending time as Beverly, especially when I can get out of the house. It’s not something I am going to do full time, but I love to take advantage of every opportunity I can,” I replied.

“I’m not so sure about the full time thing. I know that Linda is comfortable with you this way, and you certainly look good. I could see my brother disappearing all together in the near future. And just so you know, your family would support you if you decided to go that route.”

Oh, this was going to be a very enjoyable day!

We were able to get right into the spa as the place had just opened two weeks ago and was still building a clientele. We took adjoining spa chairs for our pedicures. Immediately Pam started with the questions.

“So what adventures have you been having as Beverly lately?” she asked.

I told her about Anna and Tom coming over for dinner and how I fixed dinner. I knew she was going to ask how I was dressed so I volunteered that I was Beverly for the evening and she smiled knowingly. She asked many questions about what I wore, what I cooked, how Anna and Tom reacted to seeing me dressed as Beverly. It felt so good to be able to have someone to talk to and I found myself opening up and freely discussing everything. I surprised myself with my candor, especially when I mentioned that I was glad that our guests left before Linda got a phone call from Darryl.

Pam’s eyes widen at the mention of Darryl and I could tell that she had a lot of questions in her mind about what was going on there. She pried and I opened up, telling her everything; their dates, his dominate personality and how he easily controlled Linda and me. I even confessed about my date with Roger and our phone calls as well as Darryl’s idea of tattooing Linda.

“I always knew you were a bit submissive. Heck, I even took advantage of that growing up when I had you do my chores in exchange for helping you with makeup or dressing up. I didn’t know you had a thing for guys, but I guess I’m not surprised by it. With as good as you look as Beverly it is only natural that guys would find you attractive and desirable. I think it’s cute that you have a boyfriend,” Pam commented. “Now Darryl sounds like Linda has a handful. He sounds quite masterful and Linda is willing to let him have his way. The tattoo thing sounds interesting, kind of like he is putting his brand on her, marking his property and every time you see that tattoo you will remember that Darryl put it there.”

I was thankful that the nail technicians seemed to not be listening to our conversation as we selected matching nail color for our toes. Pam and I hadn’t had an opportunity to sit and talk to each other in a long time and it felt good to be able to discuss these intimate topics.

“Are you going to get a tattoo also?” Pam asked smiling.

“I hope not. Darryl hasn’t said anything about that. But I foolishly told Roger about Darryl’s idea and Roger thought it sounded good and he might get me tattooed when we get together again,” I replied.

Then we were off talking about Roger and I found myself sharing what he and I had done. I couldn’t believe I was telling my sister all of these details but she just had a way of getting me to loosen up and talk.

When she finally dropped me off at home, after we had gone out for lunch as well, we hugged like the two close sisters we had become. It really felt good to know our relationship was on a new level now. I knew that Linda shared most everything with her sister, Judy. Now Pam and I were similar.

“Maybe I can meet Darryl when he is visiting,” Pam suggested.

Judy had met him on a previous meeting so I didn’t see any reason not to let Pam also meet him.

“I don’t know what his schedule is like when he is here, so we will just have to see about it,” I answered.

This is just getting deeper and deeper!

Pinch me so I know I am alive.

2009-07-20T15:20:00.003-05:00

I love our lifestyle, especially serving Linda. I also enjoy being a housewife… most of the time. But today I am having trouble getting into the routine. I haven’t planned dinner yet as nothing is sounding good to me. The house is cleaned so I don’t have any cleaning that I really have to do. I have the laundry started so right now I am just sitting here, bored.

Maybe I should call my sister or Linda’s sister and see if either of them would like to get together. Maybe we could have a girl’s spa afternoon and get our nails done, or maybe go shopping for a new outfit. That would pep me up. I will give them a call!

See, all I had to do was talk to you and now I am feeling better. Thanks!

Dinner and a phone call.

2009-07-14T14:23:00.003-05:00

As I suspected, Linda wanted me to be dressed as Beverly for our dinner party with Anna and Tom. What I wore, she left up to me. Since our guests had seen me as Beverly before, there was no reason for me to hold back. So I picked out my best summer dress, slipped some nearly nude stockings up my tan legs, wiggled into a cute pink panty with matching bra and garter belt, did my make-up to perfection, and dawned a light brown wig that I combed over one eye… very sexy yet almost innocent. Linda was very pleased with my selection and let me know by giving me a long hug as I came out of the bedroom.

Anna and Tom arrived right on time and I greeted them at the door with a pitcher of martinis and a smile. They both complemented me on my appearance and I felt Tom’s eyes soak up every detail as they traveled over me, head to toe. You know, its kind of fun being admired by a male. It makes all of the time and fuss worthwhile.

We joined Linda on the patio and enjoyed casual conversation. All of the time I was treated as just one of the ladies as we shared our latest shopping tales. Tom was feeling left out as he was the only ‘male’ in the group. That was somewhat weird I thought. Usually I am the one feeling left out.

When I went to get the steaks, I put on a cute pink apron that really complimented my dress. I was the picture of perfection; the cute hostess, all dressed in pink. As I cooked the steaks, I refreshed drinks and went to get the rest of the dinner items. When I stood up from getting the salads out of the refrigerator, I was surprised to find Tom standing there.

“I just came in to see if you needed any help carrying anything. I must say, Beverly, you really look nice. You are so convincing as a woman that it’s hard for me to remember you as my golfing buddy. I just wanted to say that I am glad that you found yourself, your female self. You and Linda seem so happy and I think it’s because you are in this new role. It just fits you perfectly,” Tom stated.

I didn’t know what to say so I just smiled, leaned over and gave him a peck on the check (such a feminine thing to do). I handed him two bowls to carry out and we headed back to the patio. I didn’t tell Tom that my kiss had left a nice pink lipstick imprint on his cheek, but Linda and Anna noticed it immediately and teased Tom, asking him what we had been doing in the kitchen. He blushed as I said, “We’re not telling.”

The rest of the evening was relaxed and enjoyable. At one point Linda mentioned that she was expecting a call from Darryl, which was followed by Tom giving me a quick glance to gauge my reaction. I sat silently, giving no indication that it affected me. Anna asked Linda what he was calling about and Linda answered that she wasn’t sure.

“You will have to tell me about it at work tomorrow,” Anna replied.

Fortunately, our guest left soon after, before the call came so I was spared that embarrassment. I was cleaning up the remains of dinner and washing dishes when the call came. Linda called out from the living room, “I’ve got it.” I waited silently for a minute, trying to catch anything being said, but all I heard was the door to our bedroom closing. Linda had moved to the bedroom to have her privacy while she talked with Darryl.

My work was done and I wanted to turn in for the night, but I knew better than to go into the bedroom and interrupt their phone conversation. Plus, I really didn’t want to see what Linda might be doing as she spoke to Darryl. Once before I had heard her moans of pleasure through the bedroom door while they had phone sex. I really didn’t want to go through that again.

It was an hour later when I heard the bedroom door open as I laid restlessly on the sofa, waiting to go to bed.

“You can come in now. We’re done,” Linda spoke softly. She was in the bathroom when I came into the bedroom. I was sure that she was ‘making herself presentable’ for me. She came to bed wearing a nightshirt, her face freshly washed. She kissed me quickly, then turned off the light beside the bed. She didn’t say anything to me. She was waiting for me to ask about the call.

“How’s Darryl?” I finally gave in.

“He’s fine,” is all Linda replied. Oh, she was going to play it coy.

“What did he have to say,” I inquired calmly. Two can play this game.

“Not much,” replied the master of the game.

Finally, I gave in. “What was the call about?”

“Oh, this and that. Mostly we just talked about things in general,” she parried. “Oh, he did say that he will be back here in a week or two and wanted to know if he could stay with us for a few days. I told him that it would be all right. You don’t mind, do you?”

I knew that I really had no say in the matter and I had better not complain or object. So I replied that it was fine with me.

“Anything else?” I inquired.

“He did bring up the tattoo idea again and that I should see what’s available in this area. Would you look into that for me tomorrow? Find out what are the most reputable places,” she stated. She has a way of giving me instructions, orders really, without them sounding like orders. But I knew that I had better do it or I would be suffering the consequences.

“Are you really going to get a tattoo? I didn’t think you liked tattoos. Did he give any indication as to what kind of tattoo or where it would be placed?” I inquired.

“I’m not really in favor of tattoos, but I may not be given a choice. As to what and where, well, that’s a surprise,” she said softly.

Even in the dark I could tell she had mixed emotions about it. She didn’t want a tattoo but she might be willing to get one for Darryl. That really worried me. And as for it being a surprise, I wondered, “a surprise for who… her or me?”

Needless to say, I didn’t sleep well that night.

Anticipation

2009-07-12T17:20:00.001-05:00

I spent most of Saturday cleaning and picking up the house. It really wasn’t that much work as I had been keeping up on my housecleaning schedule throughout the week. Friday evening over dinner Linda told me that her co-worker and best friend, Anna, and her husband were coming over for dinner Sunday evening. I take pride in my housework and always want the house to look its been when we have company over. Of course I also was thinking that Anna and Tom know about my feminine alter ego, Beverly, and would be expecting me to be in femme form while they are here. Linda hasn’t said anything about it but I am expecting her to tell me how I will be dressing for the occasion anytime now. Because of that, I want to get the housework out of the way on Saturday so today I wouldn’t be worrying about it and could concentrate on getting myself ready. We will see how that turns out and will report on it later.

Linda did mention that she got an email from Darryl Saturday telling her to expect a call Sunday evening as well. I hope it doesn’t come while Anna and Tom are here. That would be very embarrassing to be left to keep them company while Linda is off enjoying an intimate phone conversation with her boyfriend. Can you imagine how I would feel? I do wonder what the topic will be and why he alerted her to the call instead of just surprising her.

Time will tell. Enjoy your Sunday.

Hot times, Summer In The City

2009-07-08T08:53:00.004-05:00

I’ve gotten an early start on the day. It’s not even eight o’clock yet and I have a load of laundry started, dinner planned, the kitchen cleaned, and am just about ready to take a shower and get dressed for the day ahead. Not bad, huh? I am sooooo organized. So I decided that this would be a perfect time to catch up on my blog.

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 ‘Beverly’ around them.”

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 Florida.

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 Florida because of the heat and humidity. So, if it were to happen, it would most likely be pushed back to September.

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.

Celebrate Freedom!

2009-07-01T14:47:00.003-05:00

I know, I know. I have been so quiet lately. It’s just that there has been nothing going on here to write about. Linda is working a lot right now so she comes home and crashes. My work has been busy enough to keep me from having any ‘play time’. There has been no further mention of Jesse or me showing him around town either. Our families have been leaving us alone as well.

We will be having a big family gathering this Saturday to celebrate the 4^th of July. Maybe there will be some good old fashion family fireworks to spice things up. I will be sure to let you know.

And before you ask, no recent calls from Roger to me or Darryl to Linda. I guess everyone is busy right now. I think we all need to get away and have a relaxing vacation.

Here’s hoping you have a wonderful weekend as well.

Whine and Dine

2009-06-12T08:53:00.001-05:00

The other night Linda mentioned that a friend she works with, Jody, had told her that she had a gay brother that is a few years younger than us. Jody was saying that Jesse was new to the area and was having a difficult time getting out and meeting people. Jody commented that she wish she knew someone that had knowledge about the local gay community that could show Jesse around and introduce him to some people.

Linda asked if I would be willing to go out as Beverly with Jesse some time to show him the local gay bars and hang-out spots. My first thought was that Linda was trying to set me up on a date with Jesse. But she reassured me that she wasn’t thinking along those lines, that she just thought that Jesse might like having Bev as an escort to help show him the sites.

“But you never know, maybe Jesse will take a shine to Bev,” she teased.

I’m not sure how this is going to play out, but I will let you know.

Morning Fun

2009-06-10T08:46:00.003-05:00

I love Saturday mornings! Linda and I get to sleep in and usually enjoy some intimate time together. Last Saturday was no exception and turned out to be a great time.

It started off by Linda telling me to take off my panties. I love being ‘ordered’ to do that! Then she told me to put a condom on my quickly thickening cock. That was an unusual request as she is on the pill and I had a vasectomy years ago, so there is no fear of pregnancy for her with me. And, yes, she remains on the pill because of her infrequent rendezvous with Darryl (also they help her with her periods). I did as she requested without question, ready for whatever came my way.

She informed me that Darryl had asked during their recent phone conversation if she had been keeping me inline with a frequent spanking. Before I could reply that I had done anything out of line, she instructed me to pull up my nightgown and drape myself over her knees. She then proceeded to give me a dozen very firm swats that had me on the verge of tears. Once my spanking was completed, she told me to lay on my back on the bed. She then pulled off her panties and straddled my face, placing her knees on each side of my head. She instructed me to start licking and not to stop until she had reached an orgasm. So away I went until she just about suffocated me by smothering my face as she convulsed with pleasure.

As I laid there trying to catch my breath she proceeded to pull out her dildo, an 8 inch realistic looking latex beauty. She held it to her crotch and ordered me onto my knees and to start sucking her ‘cock’. As I gave her the best blowjob I could she teased me with comments on my cock sucking skills and how she was sure that guys would love my talented mouth, all the while she was playing with my rock hard cock until it exploded it’s cum into the condom. It was then that I discovered the reason for the condom. She peeled it off my softening cock and turned it inside-out over the dildo. She then told me to finish what I had started by sucking all of the cum off of her cock. My mouth was soon filled with my own cum. When I had the artificial cock all cleaned off Linda pulled me up for a kiss.

“I just love cum kisses, don’t you?” she teased.

The weekend had certainly started off interestingly.

The Handy Housewifey

2009-06-08T11:15:00.005-05:00

I want to take a moment and address some of the wonderful comments and questions you have left me. I really enjoy hearing from you.

Meghan has been cutting/styling my hair for six years now. I really enjoy going to her as she has become a good friend and confidant for me. She loves to hear what I have been doing as Beverly and enjoys making me look as feminine as possible. She runs a full service salon so I am able to get spa services there as well and often go in for waxing (back and legs), mani & pedi’s, facials, and makeovers besides my hairstyling and coloring. She often adds highlights to my hair and has threatened to die it blond one of these times. She is always looking at photos of feminine hair styles to try on me. I wish I could repeat the styling she does myself but I am not that talented yet. I will have her take my photo so I will have a record of it. I should have been doing so all along but I get so caught up in our talks and answering her many questions that I never think about a photo until afterwards.

Linda’s cousin, Cindy, is still staying with us. It’s been almost a month now and I think she will be moving out within the next week. She has left her abusive husband and is getting her own apartment. It has taken her some time (and a lot of grief) to break away from him and to get on her own feet. We are really proud of what she has accomplished as we know how difficult it has been. I wouldn’t wish that kind of a relationship on anyone! I am glad that we have been able to help her during her transition. In a way, I think her seeing me in my meek, househusband role has been good for her. She has seen that not all men are idiots like her loser husband. She loves seeing how I do so much around the house and am constantly helping Linda with personal assistance like picking out her clothes, giving her a pedicure, or even washing her hair. I think Cindy really likes seeing me as a wimpy femme guy for a change.

The other night she came home and I was in the kitchen preparing supper for the three of us. I was wearing a pink apron over my pink polo shirt and white shorts with flip flops on my feet when she walked into the kitchen. She stood at the sink watching me cook, asking me how my day had been and what I had done during the day. I told her that I had stripped the beds and washed the bedding, remade the beds and hung up the rest of the laundry. I was enjoying sharing with her so I even mention how I had ironed Linda’s and her blouses before putting them in their closets.

“You really are a special husband,” she commented. “Linda is really lucky to have you. It’s almost like she has her own wife. You don’t mind me saying that, do you?”

I told her that I was proud to be Linda’s ‘wife’ and enjoyed doing things to help her and make life easier for her because she worked so hard. “Since I’m home during the day it’s easier for me to do the housework in between my career work duties. It just makes sense for me to throw in a load of laundry or cook supper since I am home. Besides, Linda hates cooking,” I replied.

“Well, with your highlighted hair and with that apron covering your shorts so it looks almost like you are wearing a skirt, you look the part of a housewife. A little make-up and some heels on instead of flip flops and you would really look the part,” Cindy stated with a smile.

I’m sure I blushed a little at that, but I just smiled and kept on cooking. Before going to bed that night I told Linda about our conversation. “Believe me I know how lucky I am,” Linda said. “I am glad that Cindy can see you as you really are and know that it is okay for men to show that they have a softer side. All men aren’t jerks like the one she married. Maybe next time she goes looking for a guy she will pick someone more like you.” Giving me a hug and goodnight kiss Linda added, “in fact, if you want to show more of your feminine side around Cindy, I think that would be okay.”

I told Linda that I would have to think about that, but the next morning I was wearing a bra under my lightweight sweater. I am sure that Cindy could feel the bra straps as she gave me a hug before going off to work. Her hand seemed to linger and caress the back of my shoulder, feeling the tell-tail bump on the strap, as she wished me a ‘good day’.

Who knows, maybe I will be back in dresses before long.

A Little Off The Top

2009-05-31T13:49:00.001-05:00

I recently went to my hairstylist for my monthly appointment. I was the first appointment of the day so it was just Meghan and me alone in the salon. She was in a talkative mood and as soon as I sat down she was peppering me with questions. She really loves hearing about Linda and me, and about our wife-led relationship which Meghan says she wants for her and her boyfriend so I think she takes inspiration from my antics. She loves to hear what Linda has had me do recently, about our families involvement with me as Beverly, and especially about our exploits with Darryl and Roger. She is fascinated with the fact that I dated a guy while dressed as Beverly.

So during this visit she wanted to know if I had heard from Roger. When I told her about his offer to have me come to Florida to visit him she was really excited by it. She started right in peppering me for details… was I going to take him up on the offer?... when would I be going?... how long would I stay?... would we be staying on his boat or at the condo?... what plans had we made?

Of course I haven’t decided if or when I would be taking Roger up on the offer, though a vacation sure sounds good right now. Linda and I have agreed that anything along those lines would be put on hold for awhile and we would be concentrating on just the two of us for the time being.

Meghan still wanted to talk about the ‘what if’s’ so we enjoyed some mild fantasy talk about what it would be like if I went. She really got me turned on with her questions and shared thoughts. It was a good thing that Linda wasn’t there to hear any of this.

By the way, I left there with a really cute short bob hairstyle, complete with streaks of highlights throughout my light brown hair… all ready for summer! Meghan loves treating Beverly to a fun time at the salon and I look forward to every visit.

Putting my best foot forward.

2009-05-29T11:13:00.002-05:00

Finally getting back to normal around home. Our houseguest hasn’t left yet, but she is gone during the daytime so I am able to get back into my housekeeping routine.

Last night was kind of unusual. Our houseguest is a somewhat distant relative that is going through a difficult time and needs a place to stay away from an abusive husband. Fortunately, there are no kids involved. The only challenges are that we don’t know how long she will be with us and she doesn’t know anything about “Beverly” or our wife-led relationship. She knows that I work out of the home and because of that, I do most (all) of the cooking, cleaning, and laundry. She thinks that it is great that I ‘chip in’ and help with the household chores as her husband would never lift a finger to help.

Linda and I decided that it would be best to keep our relationship looking somewhat normal while she is here… so I am not dressing enfemme. Well, at least I’m not going overboard. Most of my clothing is ladies apparel and has a slight feminine flare. But I am leaving the dresses and makeup locked away while she is here. Of course this may all come out if Linda’s sister or mother comes around as they may not be as discrete as we are. We just feel with the pressures and tension that this poor woman has been through that we don’t need to add any more to her life.

That being said, last night we were sitting together watching a movie when Linda asked me to open a bottle of wine. I am so use to doing what she asks that I never even thought about it and quickly got up to get the wine. Cindy smiled at Linda as I left the room and said “boy, you really have him trained.”

That seemed to ignite something in Linda and when I returned she asked me to change the color of her toenail polish. So I found myself at Linda’s feet with a bottle of polish in my hand. I could see Cindy watching me as she stared on. Then Linda kind of shocked me by offering my services to Cindy. At first Cindy said no, but as I finished Linda’s toes Cindy said “I guess my feet could use the attention.”

Linda told me to give her a complete pedicure so I went and got the foot tub and scrubs. It took Cindy several minutes to relax at my touch, but finally I felt her give into the relaxing attention and she sat back and closed her eyes as I massaged her feet. An hour later both ladies had great looking toes.

Short and not so sweet

2009-05-21T19:01:00.002-05:00

I know many of my friends here have been wondering what has been going on and why haven't I updated my blog in two weeks, so here is the 'fast' version.
Linda and I have had a family member staying with us for the past twelve days that is unaware of our situation.... my role as the housewife and maid... and we decided that we needed to help this person out in this difficult time. So we have put aside our wants for this short duration and are trying are best to be supportive of someone in need.
Rest assured that this is a temporary situation and thing should be back to 'normal' shortly. Please hang in with us. We will be back soon.
Bev

Mending and Updating

2009-05-06T11:26:00.002-05:00

I know several of my loyal followers have been concerned about what has been happening with Linda and me because you have left comments or written to me directly. I appreciate the support and input. The suggestions have been taken to heart and have led to several discussions between Linda and me. That is why there has been a delay in my blog updating the last two weeks. I will attempt to bring things up to date.

Like many of you, I was concerned at the direction our relationship seemed to be taking. I have always enjoyed my cross-dressing, especially when Linda got involved with it. However, I had felt that it should be private and kept to just the two of us. I wasn’t too upset when Linda told one or two of her friends about it as I knew she needed an outlet to talk about her feelings. Plus, it was kind of fun being dressed up in front of supportive women. But then their husbands found out and suddenly my secret was no longer secret. When my mother and sister found out about Beverly I knew that they wouldn’t be too surprised as I had been caught when I was young trying on their things. Linda confided in her sister because they were close, and before I knew it our families knew about Beverly. It just seemed to be mushrooming out of control. My private life was now open to more and more people. While I enjoyed the ever-increasing opportunities to dress up, there was a big price to pay for that privilege. And as they say, you can’t put the genie back into the bottle.

Linda and I sat down over several days to discuss my concerns. We shared what we were feeling and where we thought this was going. I enjoy my role as her wife and my responsibilities of housework, cooking, and laundry, and I don’t want that to end. Working out the home affords me the opportunity to indulge my role-playing and still earn a living. Linda loves the release from typical “wifely duties” and being able to come home from work to a clean house and a hot meal. Neither of us want to lose that.

My main concerns were how to control who finds out about my crossdressing, if it is even possible to control that any more, and where our love life was headed. I enjoy sex with Linda too much to give that up. I am willing to put up with her having occasional sexual relationships, like with Darryl, since I enjoy the cuckold fantasy. I do not want her to replace our sexual relationship with one where she is exclusive to someone else. Fortunately, Linda agrees with me and said that she has missed our intimacy as much as I have and wants to get that corrected. She enjoyed denying me because she could tell that I was enjoying the fantasy as well.

Linda confessed that she enjoyed sex with Darryl and the dates they had, but she doesn’t want him to replace me. We both agreed that the two of them going on dates when he is here would be fine. I expressed my concern about others finding out about those dates and how it could cause problems for us. Our solution is for those dates to be kept to our house as much as possible. Linda got me to agree that she and Darryl could meet sometime some place away from here where there would be little chance of running into someone we know. She mentioned the Las Vegas trip idea where the two of them would go there for a few days sometime. We decided to put that on the backburner until our marriage was back on firmer footings again. Darryl isn’t expected to be coming to Iowa until later this summer so that should give us some ‘healing’ time.

Linda also agreed to talk to Darryl and to try to reel him and his ideas in. He had been talking to her about him taking more control over our lives. He wanted her to be exclusive to him sexually, to the point of cutting me off sexually from her. She is going to tell him that is not possible or of interest to her. Linda is going to tell him that our marriage comes first and that their relationship must take a backseat to it. Not sure how he will react to that.

I asked her about Darryl’s idea of her getting a tattoo for him. She told me that a part of her thought it was a hot idea and that it might be fun, if it was placed somewhere where it wouldn’t show. But that is also going to be put on hold for the time being. However, she suggested that I/Beverly might enjoy getting a ‘cute little tattoo’ as well. Not sure about that.

Then we talked about Darryl’s idea of me dating men. Linda still thinks it might be good for my ‘feminine development’ to experience being intimate with a man. She commented on how much I grew from my experience with Roger while in Florida. She said that it really brought out the woman in me and she liked what she saw. She made me admit that I enjoyed the experience and I agreed that I might like to try it again. However, I told her that I was not interested in a steady boyfriend just as I didn’t want her to have one either. We agreed to go slowly on me dating, just as she and Darryl would be.

She asked me if I wanted to go back to Florida to visit Roger. I told her that, while it was fun, I wasn’t in any hurry to repeat it. Then she got me to admit that I enjoyed my phone conversations with Roger. So we aren’t totally ruling out another Florida visit.

That left us with talking about where we want to be as a couple. We talked about re-building our marriage to get it strong again. We shared what we enjoyed which included me serving her many ways; from giving her personal services like manicures and pedicures, to letting her take the dominate role sexually as well as more in our everyday lives. She enjoys spanking me but doesn’t want me to spank her as she doesn’t see me in that kind of a dominate role with her. Since our friends and family knows about our wife-led marriage she doesn’t see any reason to change that, just as she sees no reason to hid Beverly away from them since they already know. So I will most likely be making more appearances as Beverly in front of our close friends and family members.

So there you have it. Your input has been useful and taken to heart. Thanks for helping out!

Down But Not Out

2009-04-19T15:01:00.001-05:00

Will this weekend never end? I have been under the weather the last few days, so not much has happened around here. Except for the following...

Linda and I are so wrapped up in our roles that even sickness doesn’t disturb the balance we have found. I haven’t felt like doing much this weekend so the laundry is piling up, there are dirty dishes to be washed, and three days of newspaper are sitting on the table. I never let the house get like this. However, Linda assumes, correctly, that those are my duties as her wife and she is not about to lift a finger in doing my chores, even if I am sick. So I hope I feel well soon so I can get this house back into shape. Fortunately, no one has come around visiting so I haven’t had to be embarrassed about it.

I am not a good patient when I am not feeling well. I just want to be left alone so I can suffer in silence. Needless to say, Linda and I haven’t talked much over the last two days. I know she was going crazy with the quietness of the house and not having anyone to talk to. So you can imagine her joy and excitement when Darryl called her yesterday afternoon. Most of the time their phone conversations take place at night, but Darryl must have sensed that she was in need of stimulating conversation and called at just the right time. I happened to notice the clock when the call came, but let Linda answer the call. Then I didn’t hear anything from her for a couple of hours. I am not sure how long they talked but am willing to bet that was close to two hours! Later I move into the living room to watch TV with her and that is when she told me that it was Darryl who called.

I asked what he called about, but wasn’t really sure I wanted to know the answer. Well, she spent most of the evening filling me in on what they talked about. She told him that I was sick and he offered HER comfort. He mentioned that he would pass on the information to Roger thinking that if I heard from him it would cheer me up. Darryl asked her if I had given any further thought to taking Roger up on his offer to have me join him in Florida.

“What did you tell him?” I asked her.

“I said that I was pretty sure that you would be taking him up on it as soon as you could get away,” she replied, smiling.

I offered a weak “oh” in response. “Do you want me to go?” I asked.

“I think it would be good for you to experience being Beverly for awhile without me around. I think you would grow tremendously from the experience. Plus I know you would enjoy spending some alone time with Roger without me getting in your way. Yes, I think you should go and as soon as you can,” she responded.

Trying to change the subject, I asked what else they talked about. She informed me that Darryl was trying to schedule a trip back to Iowa soon and they talked about going out while he was here, just the two of them.

“It would be best if you were visiting Roger then so we both could have our freedom without worrying about what the other is thinking. Don’t you agree?” she asked.

A lot was going through my mind at that moment. What would our families think if she was entertaining Darryl while I was away? Would she tell them what I was doing in Florida? I was also afraid of the connection between Darryl and her getting stronger. Distance was our greatest allie because she couldn’t spend time with Darryl anytime she wanted. And yes, I worried about the connection between Roger and I getting stronger as well.

“I don’t think Darryl wants me to see any other men, other then him. He seemed kind of jealous and possessive of me when I told him about Tom flirting with me. I think that is why he wants to get back up her soon, so I don’t go ‘wandering’ on him. Isn’t that cute?” Linda seemed to take joy in the fact that she had made Darryl jealous. She didn’t seem to worry about my feeling towards her at all.

“He wants to take me someplace and get a tattoo when he is here. I told him that it seemed like getting a tattoo was like he wanted to put his mark on me. He just laughed and said “seems like a good idea”.

“What kind of tattoo is he talking about, not his name or initials or anything like that, is he?” I nervously asked.

“I hope not. No, he said something like one of those designs on the lower back that show just above the beltline. What do they call those, a tramp stamp?” she replied.

I asked her what she thought about that as she has never indicated any desire to have a tattoo. She said that she really didn’t want one and told Darryl so. But she also said ‘we will see’, so not sure what will happen there. There is something scary, yet erotic about having another man put a tattoo on her.

I asked her if that was all they talked about. She said she told Darryl about me being hit on by Jim. I asked what Darryl said about that.

“He thinks it would be good for you to have a local boyfriend since your time with Roger will always be limited and sporadic at best. He thinks that I should find you a single guy, not some married guy like Jim, so you would be free to go out with him without hurting someone else,” Linda answered.

“I don’t want to go out with any guys at all. I just want to be with you. What would happen if our families found out? Or my friends?” I was near panic with the thought of it.

“Well, Darryl said that I should let our families and friends know so that they wouldn’t be shocked when they found out. And, they might know someone you could date!”

“You are going to tell my family that I want to date some guy? How would I ever face them? What would they think of me?” Now I was really worried.

“First, they probably wouldn’t be that surprised as both of our families know you dress up as Beverly and that our friends have even seen you like that. So they would think that it was the most natural next step for you to try dating guys. I don’t think that they would be surprised at all. I know our friends wouldn’t be surprised and probably already expect it. Most of them know about you going out with Roger so it would seem natural that you would want a local boyfriend. Besides, it will make it easier and more understandable for me spending time with Darryl when he is here as they will know that I need some real male companionship. So see, it would be best for everyone to get it out in the open. Don’t you agree?”

This last question was asked as she slid over beside me on the sofa and was rubbing her hand gently on my crotch. She sure knows how to weaken me. I didn’t give in and agree right then, but I think we both knew that it was just a matter of time.

And just like that, I forgot about how sick I had been feeling.

Phone call followup

2009-04-14T08:34:00.002-05:00

Yes, yes, yes, I know, I know. That wasn’t very nice of me to leave you hanging like that. Why, I should be punished. Yeah, that’s right, punished. Like maybe spanked on my bare bottom. Or, I don’t know, maybe forced to wear women’s clothing and taken to a mall or something. Now, don’t hold back. Let me have it. Give me your best shot. In the mean time…

It was Roger on the phone. We talk pretty regularly, like once a week on an average. I think that has helped us to become better friends. In Florida, we were kind of thrust on each other (ooooh, I like the sounds of that!) and really didn’t get a chance to develop the friendship. Our relationship there was based on sexual pleasure and interaction… not that there is anything wrong with that! But it is not the best foundation for a friendship. Of course, at the time we didn’t think that we would ever see each other again, that our meeting was mostly for Linda’s and Darryl’s benefit, to get me out of the way so they could enjoy themselves more. But a funny thing happened along the way… we discovered that we liked each other, at least as Beverly and Roger. He helped me explore being Beverly on an entirely different level then I had experienced before. I had always enjoyed being the housewife, maid, cook, almost ‘sister’ to Linda, and kind of a plaything for Darryl. But Roger helped me discover the sexual womanly side of being Beverly as well as the intellectual side of her.

Our phone conversations have gone beyond turning each other on, which we often do. We also talked about just everything freely. This phone call started off with the normal pleasantries of ‘how are you?’, ‘what’s new?’ as I filled him in on our dinner party with friends. Roger seemed particularly interested in the actions by Jim of kissing me. He wanted to know if I flirted with Jim. I accused him of being jealous and was quite pleased when he admitted that he was.

Roger keeps asking me to come back to Florida so we can have more time together. He has even offered to pay all of the expenses so it is getting harder to say no to him. Of course Linda has been pushing me to take him up on his offer. She told me that Darryl has suggested that he and I trade places for a week and he would come up and keep Linda company while I traveled to Roger.

It’s tempting. Only time will tell.

It was noted in the comments area that perhaps the stars were aligning for Linda and me to have local boyfriends. But I must point out that Linda had a one-time tryst with Anna’s husband, Tom, after the Halloween party and she has promised Anna that it would never happen again. Linda won’t betray her friendship with Anna so that is not going to happen. Also, I know Linda wouldn’t want to hurt Becky by pushing any kind of relationship with Jim and me, so put that out of your minds. We aren’t going to go there. Jim will just have to keep his desires to himself. So, I think that Darryl and Roger are safe for the time being.

But, as I said, only time will tell.

A Tease

2009-04-10T07:51:00.001-05:00

Finally, some free time that I can sit down at the computer and catch up on my blog. There is so much to… damn, the phone is ringing. I will just let it roll over to voice mail. Well, I had better check the caller ID as it could be Linda calling. No, it’s a Florida area code. Wonder who it could be? Guess I had better answer it. I will get back to this shortly.

Partying With Friends

2009-04-08T10:41:00.003-05:00

As I last left you, I was preparing for the upcoming weekend where Linda had invited 3 other couples over for dinner, with me going to be appearing in my feminine role.

Saturday morning I went grocery shopping for dinner supplies while Linda headed to the salon for a beauty regiment. I got home first and slipped out of slacks and sweater and into skirt and top. I spent an hour preparing the dishes that could be done in advance, then tidied up the house for our evening guests. I finished at the same time as Linda returned home, looking well pampered and groomed. I brought her a drink then headed back into the kitchen to prepare the rest of dinner. I finished with an hour left to get myself ready before our guests were due to arrive.

I wasn’t sure what I was suppose to wear for this, so I asked Linda, hoping it wouldn’t be my sexy French Maid uniform that I had worn to serve her girlfriends once before. Fortunately, she told me I could wear what I had on, just touch up my make-up and hair. I should point out that the three couples coming were our closest friends. The women had been at the party when I served as the maid, Anna’s husband, Tom, had seen me a couple of other times, and the other two men had seen me dressed as Beverly at the Halloween party. However, this would be the first time that I would be appearing before everyone in a relaxed (at least for them) atmosphere of dinner and drinks.

The first to arrive fortunately were Anna and Tom. After taking their drink orders I left the room to prepare them and to check on dinner. The other two couples arrived while I was out of the room so I was spared the door greeting humiliation. But that just meant that their first view of me was when I carried Anna’s and Tom’s drinks in and served them. I took the drink orders from Becky and Judy while their husbands, Ted and Jim, offered to give me a hand. I was quite nervous about being alone with them for some reason. These are guys that I have known for years and often played golf or poker with them. But this was the first time that they were alone with me while I was in femme mode.

As we walked over to the bar Jim complemented me on how nice I looked. Then Ted said that I shouldn’t be nervous as the three guys had discussed my crossdressing and saw nothing wrong with it because they realized how it was a part of me and that Linda was the driving force in my being ‘paraded’ in front of them so often.

“We just wanted to let you know that we are fine with it and you can relax around us. Feel free to dress as Beverly whenever you want. In fact, we’ve missed you at our golf outings and would love to have Beverly join us sometime,” Jim stated.

I almost broke into tears with that comment, but recovered in time and thanked them for their support. Then they really shocked me when each of them gave me a hug. I think that Jim even gave me a light kiss on the cheek, but I was too stunned by this display of support to really feel it. We took the drinks back into the living room to join the others.

I returned to the kitchen to prepare the dinner for serving. Linda came into the kitchen to check on dinner and to make sure I was alright after my talk with Ted and Jim. I told her what they had said and I could see her relax. She was worried that they might be teasing me and that wasn’t what the night was about.

Dinner consisted of a well prepared meal served with lots of teasing, talking, jokes being told, grins, laughter and complements. Only one negative incident occurred; my dessert failed. I’m not sure what I did wrong but it was soupy and uneatable.

More drinks followed as we played some games. Linda suggested that the teams should be gals against the guys, but Ted said that it wouldn’t be fair as the ‘guys’ would be outnumbered five to three. He had placed me on the gals side which I found flattering. Jim commented that we needed to separate the couples somehow so Linda jumped up and joined Jim, Ted, and Tom. No one objected so I found myself teaming up with Anna, Becky, and Judy. We had a great time and the comments and action became more suggestive as the drinks kept coming.

When one of us ‘gals’ answered our questions correctly, the four of us high-fived each other. However, things changed quickly on the ‘guys’ side. When Linda correctly answered a really difficult question Tom gave her a hug, followed quickly by the other two guys giving her a hug. The next round, instead of just a hug, Tom added a quick kiss on Linda’s lips which Jim and Ted just as quickly added to their congratulations. Each subsequent round the kisses became more prolonged, and I swear I saw Tom slip a little tongue in as well.

When Anna objected to the questionable display Linda replied that our team could feel free to do the same. We settled on hugs as no one felt comfortable with kisses.

After the games were over, we sat around talking and relaxing further, everyone having a good buzz on from the drinks. Becky stated that she hadn’t heard much about our Florida trip, other then about the game. She wanted to know what we had done for fun and about New Years Eve. Before we could respond, Jim asked if ‘Beverly’ had made an appearance there. They had known that we were staying with Darryl, but other then Anna, the rest knew nothing about Linda spending time with Darryl.

“Yes, Beverly had a great time in Florida,” Linda replied. “She spent time on the beach in a bikini (the guys wanted to see pictures of that, to which Linda said something about ‘next time’), and other then when we went to the game, Beverly was always around.”

“You mean you stayed dressed up the entire time, in front of your friend Darryl? What did he think of that?” Jim asked.

“Darryl had seen me before we went to Florida so he was expecting it,” I sheepishly replied.

“So what did you do on New Years Eve?” Becky asked again, prying for details.

Linda informed them that she and I put on our party dresses and enjoyed a night on the town. “So Darryl had two ladies to escort that night?” Becky asked, digging deeper.

“No, Darryl arranged a date for Beverly with his friend Roger,” Linda smiled as I watched Jim and Ted’s jaws drop.

“You had a date with a guy?” Jim asked with a bit of shock. “Did you kiss him at midnight?”

I just nodded ‘yes’, and hoped that Linda wouldn’t go into details. Fortunately, she left it with “Beverly and Roger enjoyed each other’s company several times that week. Darryl and I even joined them on Roger’s sailboat on our last day there.”

I could tell that the guys were surprised at this and wanted more details, but were polite enough not to pry further. I was really surprised that no one question Linda about her time with Darryl.

As I went to refill drinks for the final time that night, Jim suddenly appear beside me.

“Did you enjoy your dates with Roger?” he whispered as he stood close to me. I told him that Roger was nice and we enjoyed each other’s company. He stood starring at me for a long time and I wondered what was going through his mind. Suddenly he leaned towards me and kissed me on the lips, then picked up two of the drinks and walked back into the living room. I just stood there puzzled by what had just happened. Linda gave me a funny look when I rejoined them, wondering why I had not come back with Jim.

After everyone had left and I had picked up the house I met Linda in the bedroom. She was very pleased about how the evening had gone and was proud of the great job I had done. She asked me if it had been too much for me. I told her that it was difficult at first but after talking with Ted and Jim I relaxed and enjoyed it. She said that now that our friends know that there is no reason to keep Beverly hidden from them anymore and that I could expect being with them as Beverly a lot more in the future.

I told her about Jim kissing me and all she did was smile, saying nothing other then, “that’s nice. Good night.”

I guess that this means that I am finally ‘out’ as far as our friends go. I wonder what will happen next weekend when our families are together here for Easter dinner. I am hoping that Linda will be kind to me and take it easy on me with them around. But I am never sure what is going to happen.

Again, I love your comments and enjoy reading your blogs. Keep them coming.