Just Spoiling Her!

We spent the weekend relaxing around the house... well, at least Linda was relaxing. I worked hard... cleaned the garage, picked up the house, made some salsa and chili for the cold nights ahead.
Saturday Linda reminded me that it had been a long time since I had shampooed her hair and spent time treating her to my other talents. So I gave her hair a long and luxurious washing and conditioning, then got out the nail tools and treated her to a pedicure and manicure. Then I topped off the night with an hour long massage. She was really relaxed and mellow when I finished. We sat curled up on the couch with soft music playing and quietly sat holding hands... very romantic.
Then the phone rang. I almost wish I had looked at the caller ID before answering so I could have let it go to voicemail. But I don’t' think Linda would have allowed me to do that. I picked up the phone on the first ring and my 'hello' was followed by "Well hello Beverly." Darryl!
This was the first time he had addressed me by my feminine name and I felt embarrassed and strange being called that by my friend. When I responded with "hello Darryl" Linda immediately sat up straight and got a big smile on her face. Gone was the mellow mood, and I instantly saw it replace by a gleam in her eyes. I could tell that she wanted me to hand her the phone as she released my hand from hers and waited. But Darryl wasn’t done with me yet.

“I hope I am not interrupting anything.”

“No, Linda and I were just relaxing this evening.”

“So what are you wearing right now? Are you dressed in something feminine?”

I know I turned bright red because Linda suddenly laughed at me. I quietly responded that yes, I was wearing something feminine this evening.

“So tell me what you are wearing,” he demanded, yet somehow I could tell that he was also smiling then.

“I’m wearing a yellow strappy t-shirt top and white shorts,” I meekly replied while not looking Linda’s way.

“Are they girly short shorts?”

“Yes.”

“Are you wearing a bra and panty?”

“Yes,” again I replied, but weaker now.

“And what is Linda wearing?” I didn’t like where this was going.

“She has on green lounge cover-up,” I said as I looked at her, as if I didn’t know exactly what she was wearing.

“Short or long cover-up?” I told him it was short, about half way to her knees.

“Is she wearing a bra and panty also?” The way he said ‘also’ dug into me as it emphasized my feminine standing.

I reluctantly told him that she was not wearing anything under her cover-up. He laughed out loud when I revealed that I was the only one wearing a bra and panty. When he asked why she was naked under it I told him about our evening of me washing her hair and giving her a massage.

“You have been a good girl tonight, haven’t you.” When I didn’t reply he stated more firmly, demanding a reply… “haven’t you been a good girl?” Again, I meekly replied yes, to which he commanded “yes, what?’

Head down I replied, “yes, I’ve been a good girl tonight.” Linda could not contain her laughter and Darryl heard her. “Let me talk to Linda now, Sweetie.” I blushed once again as I handed the phone to Linda. She immediately straightened up on the couch and put some distance between us. I could see the transition go through her as she brightened to the sound of his voice. Then she glanced over to me, seeing me sitting there nervously.

“Why don’t you go into the kitchen and make us some popcorn. Not the microwave kind, the real stuff with butter and salt on it.” This was her way of getting me out of the room, knowing that it would take me some time to get the popper out and pop the corn.

When I came back into the room fifteen minutes later she was lying stretched out on the couch and her short cover-up was pulled up some. If I didn’t know better I would think that she was touching herself while talking to Darryl. I hope that wasn’t the case. But she sat upright when I place the popcorn and drinks on the coffee table in front of her.

“Beverly is back with the refreshments so I had better go now.” Whatever they were talking about I wasn’t about to be let in on the conversation. She smiled at whatever Darryl said, looked over at me and concluded the phone conversation with “I will be sure to tell ‘her’.” I knew the ‘her’ was in reference to me, so when Linda hung up I asked “be sure to tell me what?”

“Darryl said that he is looking forward to having Beverly prepare dinner for us when he is in town. He thinks that he might be here next week and I told him that we would clear our calendars for him. Oh, and that he can stay here like we talked about.”

I never found out what the rest of the conversation was about. But I have a feeling that I will learn more very soon. I hope you will stick around for what’s to come.

An Interesting Weekend

We had a very nice weekend together with several opportunities to talk and discuss what has been going on. Friday night started with us going out to dinner and then to enjoy some live music with friends. Of course I was nervous about how the evening would go for me and if my feminine side or our wife-led marriage lifestyle would be brought up. The friends we were meeting are not folks from our normal circle of friends so as far as I know they are unaware of “Beverly” or my role as Linda’s housewife/cook/maid. I was nervous because I wasn’t sure if Linda would bring it up or in some way, expose me.

On the drive to the restaurant I thought about bringing the topic up but decided I had better just let the evening play itself out. I certainly didn’t want to say anything to damper Linda’s high spirits.

As it turned out, I had nothing to worry about, though it did come close a few times. One of the ladies was complaining how her husband never lifted a finger to help with housework or cooking. He boasted that he grilled out maybe once a week during the summer. Linda chimed in that I was a great cook and she loved the dinners I prepared. I noticed that she did not mention the frequency that I cook (daily) and no one asked so I dodged that bullet. The only uncomfortable moment occurred as we were listening to the band and Linda said she wanted to dance. I guess I must have hesitated for a second and gave off some indication that I was baulking because she leaned over and said in my ear “get up now or I am going to take you over my knee and spank you when we get home.” I thought she had said it quietly but I noticed the woman across from us smiling at me when I started to rise. Needless to say, we stayed on the dance floor until Linda was ready to sit.

Saturday, I helped her take some materials to her workplace. On the drive home she thanked me for helping her, stating how it would have taken her another hour if she had to do it alone. Then she turned in the seat as I drove and face me. Very seriously she said “I haven’t really thanked you lately for all that you do for me. I can’t remember the last time I cooked a meal, did a load of laundry, or vacuumed the house. I really appreciate how you take care of me. You really spoil me and I enjoy it totally.”

I was nearly in tears with emotions. A few minutes of silence passed before I asked “If I am spoiling you so much, then where is this talk about spanking me coming from? You have said something along those lines twice now. What gives?”

“I’m just trying to keep you in line. But if you must know, Darryl suggested it when we talked the other night. He said that taking you across my knees and spanking your pantied bottom would keep you in your place. He even said that he would be willing to do it for me if I couldn’t bring myself to do it.” Linda replied.

“What did you say to that?” I asked, shocked.

“I told him that I thought it was a good idea. So who do you want to give you your first spanking, me or Darryl?” I looked to see if she was joking but the look on her face said that she was very serious.

“How did the topic of spanking ever come up in conversation?” I asked.

“He asked if you ever refused to do something I asked or if you ever failed to do something properly. I told him that it seldom happened, that you were usually good about following orders. Then he asked me what I would do if you did fail, how would I handle the situation. I couldn’t answer because it had never come up. Oh, sure, there have been times when I had to push you a few time to get you to do something, but you usually gave in. Well, he said that you should agree immediately and without hesitation or there should be consequences to face. And that is when brought up the spanking idea. Actually, that’s not entirely true. Earlier in our conversation we were joking around and teasing each other and I had said no to something, I can’t remember what now. Anyway, he came back with ‘I may just have to take you over my knee and spank your cute little butt’. Of course, I laughed and said ‘you wouldn’t dare.’ And he said ‘just you wait and see’. But it was all just joking around. Neither of us were serious about it. But I think he was pretty serious when he said he would spank you if I wasn’t ready to. So you had better be good.”

By then we had reached home and the topic was dropped. But I can tell you it wasn’t forgotten I’m sure, by either of us! The last thing Linda threw out before going inside was “oh, by the way, Darryl may be in town next week.”

Oh, boy!

The Conversation

Finally, I was about to find out about the phone conversation Linda had with Darryl when he called her at her hotel. She had returned from her trip very tired and didn’t want to take the time to tell me that night what had been said. So, being the good little submissive husband that I am, I waited.

Well, finally, Friday she called from work saying that she wanted to go out to eat at our favorite little restaurant and for me to meet her there around six. I got there early and was waiting at the table when she arrived. I am not sure why she wanted to eat out since she hadn’t had a home cooked meal all week and had been eating out every night. Deep down I think that she wanted us to be in a neutral place so I couldn’t overreact to anything she had to tell me. At least that is the conclusion I drew during my wait.

She was very happy when she sat down and seemed to be in good spirits. We enjoyed a glass of wine as she talked about work that day and the conference she had attended.

Then she sat her glass down, got a creepy smile on her face, looked me dead in the eyes and said “but I know what you really want to hear about is what Darryl and I talked about. So I won’t keep you in suspense any longer, though it has been fun making you wait.” She took another slow sip of wine before beginning.

“Darryl called me right after he hung up on you, and thanks for telling him that I was away from home and sitting all alone in my room. We talked briefly about the conference and the hurricanes he’s been dodging. And then he asked ‘may I ask you about your husband and his crossdressing?’ I answered ‘yes’, and he started asking questions, probing into your tendencies: how often you dressed, what did you do when dressed, how did I feel about it, have any of our friends or family found out about it, and did you ever leave the house dressed as a woman. We talked for almost two hours and I talked freely and candidly with him. He is really a good listener and asks very probing questions. I told him about our families discovering Beverly and how that is progressing. I told him about your adventures this week, about going out with my mother and sister, going to the salon, and you getting together with your sister as well. He found it very interesting how comfortable you were becoming with your feminine side and thought that it was wonderful how accepting I am of you this way. He said that most women would have a difficult discovering that their husband was more of a woman than a man. Then he asked me if I preferred you as a pretend woman or as a sissy man. I had to think really hard before answering that one. I told him that prior to this week that you had become a sissy man, in fact that I had turned you into a sissy and you were no longer the man I married. And now, after this week, you may have crossed over into become more of a pretend woman then the sissy you were when I left.”

“He laughed and said ‘sounds like you are going to have to find a new man in your life. And I would be willing to volunteer for the position.’ He tried to make it sound like a joke, but we both knew he was serious. I must tell you that during this long conversation the sexual tension was growing. And I was glad you had thought to pack my vibrator because I had been gently using it on myself for about thirty minutes when he said that. Well, his comment pushed me over the edge and I got real quiet for a moment as I enjoyed an intense orgasm. From my silence he assumed that I was upset by his comment and started to apologize. I stopped him with a laugh and told him he had nothing to apologize for, and then I shocked even myself when I said that maybe my silence meant I was thinking about his offer. You could have cut the air with a knife at that point it was so thick.”

“Then he said that he was going to be in town real soon and would like to see us. I told him that we would love to see him and that our offer for him to stay with us was still open. He said ‘thanks, I will take you up on that, even though I don’t know if I will be able to behave myself now.’

“I guess I was still feeling the wonderful effects from my orgasm because I flirtingly said ‘I hope you don’t hurt yourself trying too hard.’ We both laughed and relaxed again after that. I will tell you that he asked if he would be seeing you as Beverly and I assured him that I would make sure that he did. I told him how he will enjoy being spoiled by my maid and that I will make sure you are totally at our beck and call for as long as we need you.”

So there it was. They had talked a great deal, they had flirted a lot, and they had made plans for me to cook for them and to serve them. I sat there stunned by Linda’s captivating dialog.

I never expected thing between them to have gone so far in one night. She had opened up to him, something she had only done for me… up until now. We both knew that our relationship had evolved into something entirely new now and things would never be the same again.

I am sure that I am about to partake of a new journey. I hope you will come along.

Linda Returns Home

Linda got home around nine that night, very tired from the five hour drive and fighting off a cold. We shared a glass of wine while catching up on what she had missed the last few days. She said she was proud of me for following her instructions of staying in femme mode for the entire time. She laughed at my embarrassment while being confronted by my brother-in-law while dining at her sister's home, complemented me on the ease in which I handled the dining out with her sister and mother and the next day's outing with my sister. And she was pleased with the nail color I had selected during my manicure and pedicure.
I asked her briefly about her trip, then got to the question that I was dying to ask. "Did Darryl call you Tuesday evening?" I asked and told her about him calling me but cutting it short.
"Yes, we had a nice talk. He can't wait to come visit us," she replied with an innocent smile. Of course I followed it up by asking what they talked about, to which she replied "we talked about you, about you and I, what you were doing while I was gone, and about our last dinner when you cooked and served us. There was a lot more, but I am tired from my trip. I want to take a bath and turn in for the night. We can talk about this more tomorrow. "
And with that she got up, handed me her wine glass, and walked away while telling me to draw her bath as she went and changed. There I sat full of questions and concerned while she acted like talking to Darryl for over an hour was no big deal.
Linda walked naked from the bedroom into bathroom, pausing only long enough to instruct me to unpack her suitcase while she relaxed. Was it my imagination or was she being more forceful suddenly? Was this because she had been gone for three days, or by chance was Darryl behind this? My mind was running wild.
More to follow.

Linda Travels, Day 3

I didn’t sleep well. I had tried to reach Linda for over an hour, but kept getting her voicemail. Had she been talking to Darryl all of that time? What ever could they find to talk about for an hour? She hardly knew Darryl, at least that’s what I had thought.

So I didn’t get to talk to Linda to tell her about my day with her sister and mother, I slept poorly, and found myself staring at the clock at six a.m. I laid in bed for another hour thinking maybe Linda would call before heading out to her meetings. No phone call, instead when I went to my computer there was a message from Linda waiting for me.

The message said “you have an appointment at 10:00 at my salon for a manicure and pedicure. Don’t be late!”

I thought that today could turn out to be rather interesting. Once again, I didn’t have any personal plans so this would give me something to do. Then I remember the one caveat to Linda’s instruction for my three days alone… I was to dress as Beverly the entire time! That meant that I would have to go to the salon dressed enfemme. I pulled out a cute skirt and blouse outfit and got dressed. I was about ready to leave the house when I realized that I had pantyhose on under my skirt, and I was going to get a pedicure. That would have meant me having to remove the hosiery when I got there. So back to the bedroom to remove the hosiery and slip on sandals instead of pumps. At least I would be able to show off my pretty toes when I was done.

I arrived at the salon ten minutes early and thought about staying in the car until ten, but decided to head on in instead. The receptionist remembered me from my previous visit with Linda (plus she probably saw my name in the appointment book) and greeted me with a ‘good morning Beverly’. I guess Linda had informed them how I was going to be arriving and how I was to be addressed. Cindy, the nail tech, came out about a minute later and told me that she was ready for me. She complimented me on my outfit as we walked through the salon. When we got into the nail area, Cindy told me to pick out a polish color. We both agreed that a warm pink would look good with my color scheme. And with that I sat down in the pedicure chair, slipped off my sandals, and placed my feet in the warm water as Cindy turned on the chair massage feature. Nice! This was going to be very enjoyable and relaxing.

Once my toes were done, Cindy led me over to the manicure table. Now face to face, conversation was expected and Cindy launched into a litany of questions about my dressing (how long have I been doing it, do I go out while dressed, etc.) I told her about my dinner at Julie and John’s house as well as our day out shopping and lunching with her and her mother.

The time passed quickly, Cindy was a pleasure to spend two hours with. The toes and fingers looked great as well. I left with a smile and headed home.

The phone was ringing as I walked in the door. This time it was my sister calling. She told me that she had talked to Linda’s sister that morning and heard about my two outings as Beverly. I informed her that I had just returned from outing number three and told her about my nail appointment. She ask how I was dressed and I told her about my outfit. “Sounds like you are really getting into this ‘Beverly’ thing. How about you and I spending the afternoon together so I can see for myself?” I asked what she had in mind and she asked if I had eaten yet. Since I had come straight from the salon and hadn’t eaten any breakfast, I suddenly realized that I was quite hungry. Pam asked if I wanted to try another dining experience. Without asking what she had in mind, I decided that I wanted my fun day to continue so I agreed. Pam said she would be by within the hour to pick me up. That gave me just enough time to touch up my makeup and steady my nerves.

Pam took me to another nice little bistro (I didn’t know this city had so many places like that) and we enjoyed a relaxed afternoon talking like two sisters. I asked her if our mother had been asking about my ‘little activity’. She told me that Mom didn’t really understand why I was doing this and why Linda was fine with it. I asked if Mom knew about Linda’s mother and sister taking me out while I was dressed as Beverly and Pam said that she didn’t think Mom knew… yet. But it was just a matter of time.

It looks like my crossdressing was going to be out in the open to all of my family and extended family very soon. I remember that it wasn’t that long ago that I was very nervous about being exposed. And there I sat with my sister out in public.

Who would have thought??