Darryl comes to visit - Part two

As Linda was leaving for work, she gave me a kiss and a warm hug. She whispered in my ear, “Are you as excited about Darryl’s visit as I am? I bet you can’t wait to see him again. And I know he is going to love seeing you in your role as Beverly. You won’t be my sissy husband/wife tonight. You will be our submissive girl, ready at our beck and call. You will do everything we ask without hesitation, won’t you? I don’t want you to embarrass me in front of Darryl. I want you on your best behavior while he is here. Just smile at all times, do everything asked of you, and don’t act shocked or offended by anything you see. Understand?” Linda gave my bottom a swift rap with her hand, telling me that she really didn’t expect me to answer, that my agreement was understood.

“Goodbye Beverly. Have a great day and do everything we talked about last night. I expect everything to be perfect when I get home and when Darryl arrives.” And with that she was out the door, leaving me standing there.

The housework was done. The meal couldn’t be started for several hours. I couldn’t get ready this early. What was I going to do all day? I sat down with a cup of coffee at the kitchen table, lost in thought about what was about to happen. My relationship with Darryl was now changed. I was not going to be able to stay as his old friend and co-worker from years ago; someone he enjoyed talking sports with or sitting in the bar sharing a few beers. Tonight, and in his mind forever after, he would see me in my feminine role as I catered to him and my wife. And she would not be acting as my wife but rather more like his friend and date. They would be on a different plain than me as I would be their servant girl. And after tonight, I was sure that none of us would be able to go back to the way things had been. New roles were being defined, boundaries were being crossed, and change was coming.

I sat there a long time lost in thought when the ringing phone brought me back to earth. It was Linda’s sister, Julie. The first question out of her mouth was “so what do you and Linda have going on tonight?” I wasn’t sure how to respond and started to sputter a reply when she interrupted. “Is tonight the night your friend Darryl is coming? What do you have planned?”

I wanted to answer that I had nothing planned, that the planning has been totally in the hands of her sister. And I had no idea how much Linda had shared of those plans with Julie. So I uttered a ‘yes, he is coming tonight. I am fixing dinner and then I guess that we are just going to sit around and talk.’

Julie wanted to know what I was fixing so I gave her the menu breakdown. I don’t know how much she was really interested in that because as soon as I finished she asked “are you going to be doing this as Beverly?” When I replied yes, she laughingly stated “I bet your old friend is going to love seeing you like that. Well, have fun. I can’t wait to hear all of the details.” And with that she was gone. I wondered how much detail Linda had already shared with her. I was sure that it was probably more than I was comfortable with.

With nothing else to do, I set the table for the evening, even dug out two candles for the table. At the very least I was going to impress Darryl with my skills as a housewife. Goodness knows there isn’t much else I could impress him with. I hadn’t planned on starting getting ready until three o’clock but shortly after noon I found myself getting bored and nervous. So I headed upstairs to take my bath. The bubble bath was so soothing and relaxing that I must have laid in the tub for 45 minutes. Finally I decided it was time to shave and rinse off. I put on my make-up, an excellent job I might add, and had just stepped into the bedroom to decide what to wear when I heard a knock on the front door, followed by the sounds of it opening and someone saying ‘hello?’.

It was my mother-in-law! She knows about my dressing and has seen me several times, even taken me out shopping as Beverly. But for some reason I was nervous about seeing her today. Maybe because of what was happening tonight and how I was going to be dressed enfemme in front of an old friend. I let her know that I was upstairs getting dressed and then looked around for my robe to put on. As I slipped it on I heard her coming upstairs and heading towards the bedroom.

“Hello honey. Are you getting ready for the big night already?” Did everyone know about tonight?

She was carrying something in a department store dress bag that she laid on the bed beside me. “I brought you something special to wear tonight for your big debut in front of your friend. (Yea, she knew) But first let’s pick out some undies for you to wear.” And with that she walked over to my dresser and started opening drawers. I found it strange that she seemed to know where things were. I sat quietly as she selected a bra and panty set then reached in another drawer for a pair of stay-up thigh high stockings. She handed me the clothes and acted like she was going to stand there and watch me dress. Without a word, I walked into the bathroom and closed the door. I put on the underwear without giving a thought to the idea that my mother-in-law had just pick out my clothing. I immerged from the bathroom without putting on my robe as I knew I would be taking it right off again. She smiled at me as she took in the sight of her sissy son-in-law wearing bra, panty, and stockings. She had taken the dress out of the bag and I saw it for the first time. It was pink and short with a flared skirt, short puffy sleeves, and a generously cut neckline. It was cute, but it looked like something a young teenage (maybe even pre-teen) girl would wear… not something someone my age would wear.

“Linda said that she really wanted to show you off to your friend tonight. So when I saw this dress I knew it would be perfect.” She unzipped the dress and had me step into it, held it while I slipped my arms into the sleeves, then she zipped up the back. As I stepped in front of the mirror and took in the sight of me dressed in a sissy pink dress she walked over to the closet and got my wigs down. She selected my longest one and slipped it on my head as I kept staring in the mirror. Then she reached into her purse and took out a pink bow that she clipped on the back of my wig. The sissy look was now complete.

“Linda and Darryl are going to love seeing you like this. You look so cute.” And with that she picked up her purse, gave me a tender kiss on the cheek and said goodbye.

“Have fun tonight. I can’t wait to hear all about it.” That seemed to be a steady theme now.

I managed to pull myself away from the mirror finally, slipped on white pumps with a 3” heel, and went to the kitchen to cook. The time passed quickly and before I knew it Linda was calling to say she was on her way home. I went and ran her bath then went back to the kitchen to pour her wine. I was standing by the door with drink in hand when she walked in. She took one look at me and broke out in laughter.

“Oh, Mother really outdid herself this time. You look to be about 12 years old in that dress. You are so cute! I just love it.” She gave me a kiss on the cheek and headed up the stairs, laughing all the way. I checked on her fifteen minutes later, helped her dry off, and then went to get her another glass of wine. She was standing in her undies when I returned. She was breathtaking in her sexy black bra, panty, and garter belt. She sat down and put on her stockings, asking “how do I look?”

“Unbelievable,” I replied. “You look incredible.” She gave me a smile then told me to go wait for our guest as she finished getting ready.

The wait for Darryl was excruciating. The minutes seemed like hours. I was so nervous. What would he think of me like this? I kept going to the kitchen to check on food then back to the door to wait. Finally I hear his car pull up and then the long awaited knock on the door. I opened the door with a force smile on my face. There stood my old friend Darryl.

Darryl comes to visit - Part One

I suppose you want to hear about Darryl’s visit, don’t you? Oh my, so much happened in such a short time that I hardly know where to begin. But let me begin by saying that Linda and I have a strong marriage and we would never want to do anything to jeopardize that. I think we are pushing the envelope sometimes, but we always talk about it after and check the other’s feelings and reaction.

So let’s start with the day before Darryl’s arrival as that is where I left off. I spent the day in preparation of his arrival by cleaning the house very thoroughly, going to the grocery story with list in hand of the meals to prepare, made sure the laundry was done and any clothing Linda might want was ready for her (little black dress, sexy lingerie, etc). When Linda got home that night she quizzed me to be sure I had gotten everything ready. She inspected the house and asked me what the menu was going to be. Everything met with her approval so we were able to relax and spend the evening talking about what to expect.

“Darryl is really looking forward to finally seeing you in your total feminine role so that is how I want you to stay while he is here. Tomorrow I want you to prep yourself by taking a long soaking bubble bath to relax. Then shave yourself top to bottom as I want you totally hairless from your nose down to your toes. I want you to wear a nice dress as well as something sexy underneath. I will leave the choices up to you but you should look ultra feminine. Take your time with make-up and hair and do the best job you have ever done. I want you to really ‘wow’ him. Understand?” Linda asked.

“I want you to lay out my black dress, my matching black bra, garter belt, and panty set that I got with it, and pick out a pair of black stocking. Make sure there are no snags or runs in them. I will call you when I leave work so you can draw a bath for me to step into as soon as I walk in the door. While I am soaking in the tub you can get me a glass of wine and bring it to me.”

“Let’s plan on having drinks and snacks at seven, dinner at eight-thirty. You will greet Darryl at the door when he arrives around six o’clock and ask him what he would like to drink. Then you can show him to the guest room in case he wants to unpack or freshen up before dinner. After you serve him his drink come see me and see if I need your help with anything.”

I sat there quietly the whole time Linda was talking. I was not only being given my instructions but also being made to understand my role during Darryl’s visit. When she was done instructing me we sat quietly and watched TV the rest of the evening. I tried to initiate sex with her but she stopped me in my tracks with just a look, a look that told me that my role as the servant had now begun and my role as her marriage partner had been put on hold until further notice.

Tomorrow… Darryl arrives!

Halloween party follow-up

So much has been happening that I had better try to catch up.

For Halloween, Linda and I went to a party at friends’ house. There were about 20 guests, most of whom we knew well. As I mention before, I wore a French Maid outfit, one that was custom made for me, not one of those cheap ‘one-size-fits-all’ specials. Linda came up with a sexy naughty nurse outfit that she borrowed from Anna, again a custom made outfit. The dress was really short and the material so thin that it was almost transparent, so everyone could clear see her bra and bikini panty through it. I told her how much everything showed when she tried it on and I tried to convince her to wear a teddy or short slip with it. But I could tell she enjoyed the naughtiness of it and was looking forward to wearing it to the party.

Once at the party, Anna informed me that I was to greet arriving guests and serve the snacks. With that, Linda and Anna walked away leaving me to attend to the guests. Of course I received many comments on out appearance, some nice and some not so nice. I can’t count the number of times the back of my short dressed was lifted up as someone stole a peak at my ruffled panties. I endured much laughter, snickers, and pinches or grabs as I helplessly wandered around the room from person to person.

Linda looked to be enjoying herself as I saw her dancing with several different partners during the evening as well as sitting for some time on Ron’s lap. I noticed his hand gently rubbing her ass the whole time while the other hand rested comfortably on her stockinged thigh. As the evening progressed so did their flirting. By the end of the evening Ron was firmly attached at the hip with Linda. And as the final guests were leaving Anna asked me to stay and finish helping her clean up while Ron offered to give Linda a ride home. It was almost ninety minutes later that I finished my work and was ready to drive home. I was a bit irritated that Ron hadn’t returned as we live only 5 minutes away from them. And I was even more concerned when Anna gave me a kiss on the cheek to thank me for all of my help, then announced that she would call Linda to tell her I was on my way. Talk about giving a ‘heads up’!

As I drove into the garage Ron was coming out the door with his arm still around Linda’s waist, only now she was wearing her robe instead of the nurse’s dress. Ron gave me a hug, whispered “thanks for everything tonight” into my ear, then dropped his hands to grab my ass and planted a big kiss right on my lips. I stood there, stunned, as he got into his car and drove off. Linda wrapped her arm around my waist and escorted me into the house. Nothing was said or asked about what had taken place that night. There would be another time for that.

I must go and finish cleaning the house… because Darryl is coming tomorrow!

Happy Halloween!

It’s Halloween and Linda and I are going to a party at Anna’s and Ron’s tonight. Linda finally told me last night what I would be wearing, and it came as no surprise to me. I am wearing a French Maid’s uniform, complete with sexy short skirt, crinoline slip, and a little maid cap. She told me to wear perfume so I will smell as good as I look. Then the surprise came. She would be enjoying herself while I would be serving food and drinks to all of our friends. I would be working this party as the maid. It’s going to be a long night.

I got a call Tuesday from Darryl. Linda was gone to a meeting so I was home alone. I could tell he wanted to talk to her but since I was the only one there we ended up talking for 20 minutes. It has been a long time sine he and I had a private conversation and a lot has changed in our relationship since then. It was kind awkward at first, each of us struggling to find a conversation starter. Finally he broached the topic of Linda and him having their private talks and asking if I was okay with that. I assure him that I was fine with it but worried where this was leading. His reply was “wherever Linda wants it to go.”

He then asked if I had been doing any more crossdressing or if I had plans to do so in the near future (I am sure he knew about our Halloween plans). So I told him that I was dressing around the house as I cleaned and cooked and about the party Linda and I were going to with our friends. He didn’t ask about our costumes, again I think he already knew.

Finally he said he was going to be in town next week and said that Linda had told him he could stay with us (thus relieving me of being involved with that decision). I asked what he wanted for dinner while here and together we planned a menu. Then he ended the evening’s conversation with “I am looking forward to seeing you as Beverly while I am there as well as to enjoying your culinary and serving skills. Linda and I have been looking forward to this for some time now. Don’t disappoint us or there will be consequences!” And with that he hung up.

Oh, boy.

Phone conversations

We spent last weekend mostly at home. It was nice not to have to be on the go the whole time.

Sunday, my mother came over, joined us for church, and enjoyed lunch with us. I, of course, cooked everything while Mom and Linda sat out on the deck enjoying one of the last nice warm fall days of the year. Mom walked past the kitchen while I was cooking and asked “why don’t you have one of your nice aprons on?” So I reached into the drawer and pulled out a yellow pinafore style apron that has lace trim. I don’t know why I selected such a feminine one, but somehow knew it was the right one for that day. Mom smiled as she passed by the kitchen again on her way back to the deck. I knew she told Linda about it as she joined her on the deck. I could faintly hear laughter and whispered conversation going on.

The rest of the meal went without any incident. I removed my apron after serving the food before sitting down and put it back on as I cleared the table and did the dishes. I guess I knew that it was expected of me in my role as housewife and sissy maid. I don’t even think I blushed at being seen in it by Mom. It was just the way things are now.

Saturday night, Linda and I enjoyed a quiet evening in front of the TV. She asked me to get my nail care kit and change her nail polish color. As we sat there, her on the couch and me on the floor at her feet, I decided to ask her the question that had been nagging at me all week.

“Did you talk to Darryl while you were traveling?”

She smiled and answered “yes, we talked a couple of times. Does that bother you?”

“No, not really. I guess I was expecting that you would. Did you call him or did he call you? And what did you talk about?”

Linda got this devilish grin on her face then. “Well, I called him Tuesday night after I talked to you. I was bored sitting in my hotel room. Then Wednesday night he called me around ten. I guess we talked about an hour each time, just about general things… the election, relating travel horror stories of crapping hotel rooms and rubbery room service meals. We talked about you some, about what a nice sissy you have become. And we talked about some personal things that you don’t need to know about.”

“Oh,” is all I could manage to muster. I grew kind of silent then, trying to concentrate on polishing her finger nails. “What did he say about me?”

“He commented on how much you have changed from the guy he used to work with who was all business and a take-care worker. He said that you have really turned into a crossdressing sissy who stays home and cleans house and goes to coffee with the other girls. He said that he remembered when he first met me when you brought me to a dinner party a few years ago, how I was so quiet and you did most of the talking, how that has pretty much reversed itself now.” Linda paused to complement me on the nice job I had done on her nails as I put the tools and polish back into the case.

“And he asked me if I had spanked you yet.”

Now I did blush deeply. “What did you say?”

“I told him that I spanked you last week. He asked how you had responded to it and I told him that you accepted it, got very quiet as I spanked you, and that you got turned on by it… especially when I reminded you that Darryl was going to spank you soon.”

“You told him that?” I cried. “Why?”

“Because you did. And Darryl just laughed at it. He said he was glad that you enjoyed your spanking and that I should continue to do it to prepare your bottom for him. He said that he was not going to go easy on you.”

I sat there at her feet, totally mortified. How had it come to this? My wife and my friend were casually talking about spanking me like it was the most natural thing to do. I can’t believe it. How did I ever let this happen? And where would it ever end?

“You won’t have to anticipate it much longer. Darryl will be visiting us very soon. But here is something else for you to be thinking about. Next weekend we are going to a Halloween party at Anna’s and Ron house. And I want you to have a very sexy, yet sissy, costume. And I have just the idea what it should be.”

Oh, boy.

Saturday morning special

I have refrained from discussing our sex life on my blog because I didn’t think I wanted to go there. However, two things recently happened that have temporarily changed my feelings. First, things have been so slow that I haven’t had anything of interest to report. And second, Linda did something new last weekend and I’m not sure how I feel about it.

We both love Saturday mornings… sleeping in late and enjoying the start of the weekend with some fun in bed. Last Saturday looked to be another of those great starts with some hot sex. Linda woke up frisky and very playful. Usually we put aside the female-led marriage and become equal partners in bed for sex. That morning Linda started right off by placing me in my sissy submissive place with “good morning. How’s my little sissy girl this morning? Did you dream about your boyfriend last night?”

“I don’t have a boyfriend.” I replied, feeling funny about this strange conversation.

“Oh, that’s too bad. Maybe someday, if you are a good girl, you will have your own boyfriend. Wouldn’t that be nice?” I wasn’t sure how to respond to Linda. We have never been down this road before. I wasn’t sure what she wanted from me, what role I was supposed to take. Was I supposed to stand up to her and show I am still a man? Or was I suppose to play along with this fantasy? So I just remained quiet to see where she would take it.

“Wouldn’t you like to have a boyfriend? Wouldn’t that be nice, a nice strong man to take care of you? I bet you would love that, wouldn’t you.” She was rubbing my nipples through my silky pink nightgown and smiling at me as she spoke. Without speaking, I slowing nodded my head in agreement, since I thought that was the response she wanted. “Yes, of course you would. I just knew you would like to have a boyfriend. All girls do, even pretty little pretend girls like you. Why, maybe we could even double date. Wouldn’t that be fun?”

I was getting very aroused by this talk and I knew she was fully aware of it. Then the last statement finally set in. “Who would you be dating and going out with?” I was afraid that I already knew the answer to that question.

Linda smiled, dropped her hand to the tent growing in my panties, and replied “why, Darryl of course you sissy. Who else would there be?”

Her smile grew when she felt the immediate response in her hand. “Of course,” I replied in surrender.

She let go of my erection and pushed me onto my stomach. Her hand pushed my nightgown up over my bottom, exposing the pink panties. I laid there quietly and unmoving and she pulled down the panties. I felt the cold air on my ass.

“Aah, your bottom looks cold. Let’s see if I can warm it up for you.” Before I could speak her hand came down hard on my exposed cheek. Just as quickly another spank followed, then another and another. I did nothing as my ass grew redder and redder under the falling blows. Finally she let up, stating “did that feel good? I thought I should get you use to that so you will be ready for when Darryl spanks you.”

“He’s not really going to spank me, is he?” I quietly asked.

“Oh, yes. He certainly is looking forward to it. And I am looking forward to seeing you over his knee just as much. Yes, sweetie. You better believe you are going to experience his spanking, just as I believe that I will be experiencing his hand as well.” I looked at Linda and could tell that she was totally serious, and that she was equally sure that she would be spanked as well… and I was sure she was looking forward to it.

As I said, this was a new path for us. It culminated in some very hot sex for us. I am not sure I want to repeat this fantasy talk again anytime soon and I am not sure what brought it on this particular morning. It certainly got Linda hot and excited while I submissively went along with it, which may have set some new standards for us that I had not considered. I guess only time will tell.

All quiet on this front.

It has been so quiet around here that I haven’t had anything to write about. We haven’t been entertaining at all so no one has been around. I’ve been doing my housecleaning as usual, but that is pretty boring to write about. Our families have been keeping to themselves lately as well. And even Darryl hasn’t call here for over two weeks… at least that I am aware of.

Linda has been out of town a couple of days each of the last two weeks so I have had some time alone. This would usually be a time that her sister or mother would have stopped in or ask me to go with them someplace, but nothing there either.

Maybe I should ask Linda if she has heard from Darryl at all. I guess there is the possibility that they could have talked while she was on the road. I know she gets bored sitting in her hotel room at night. We usually talk early in the evening, like right after dinner, because sometimes she likes to turn in early and I don’t want to call late and disturb her. I think I will ask her about it when she gets back. Perhaps she and Darryl have been in touch and neither has bother to say anything to me.

Am I sounding paranoid here?