Pool Party Continues

A recent posting by terri on “A Married Sissy Cuckold” has shamed me into writing again. I just have not been able to find the desire to write even though I have things to share. So I will start with finishing up the post I started during the summer and really try to get back to posting more frequently, as others have requested.

So to continue the story…

The afternoon progressed without much deviation. The guys watched Linda as she sunbathed, occasionally getting up to sit at the edge of the pool and dipped her feet in the water to cool off. I kept the liquid refreshments flowing as the guys’ conversation got louder and raunchier with sexual innuendos spoken of and to Linda. Linda, being a natural flirt, just took it all in and gave it right back.

Other than serving drinks, I was pretty much ignored. Not much was said to me or about me. After we had been there for a few hours the sun was getting to me and I was feeling overheated and sunburned.

“I think I should go home now and get out of the sun. I’m feeling too warm,” I stated to no one directly.

“Well if you are feeling warm you should get in the water,” Linda countered.

I balked at that idea and got up from my seat next to Jimmy to head home. Suddenly I felt myself being lifted high in the air by him and just as suddenly he walked to the edge of the pool and tossed me high in the air. A moment later I splashed down in the cool water of the pool. When I surfaced everyone was rolling with laughter. I waded to the shallow end of the pool totally flabbergasted by what had just happened. Jimmy was there offering me his hand to help me out of the water. He was smiling and trying to apology all at the same time.

As I exited the pool I immediately realized that the light cotton shorts and top I was wearing were plastered to my body like a second skin and the skimpy panty and bra were easy to make out. I’m sure that the guys had an idea that I was wearing something feminine under the sexy outfit but the dunking now removed all doubts.

I guess I must have been in a state of shock because I just stood there as Linda came over with a towel and began to dry me off in front of the others. I didn’t realize until it was too late that she was pulling my top up and over my head as I stood there with my bra clearly visible to the guys. As I stood zombie-like I suddenly felt her lower my shorts and I numbly stepped out of them. My ‘secret’, if you could really call it that, was now visible to all. She wrapped the towel around me like a woman would wear it.

“I will get Honey something to cover up with,” announced Ray as he headed into the house. I was just starting to come around when he returned with a short terry cover-up type robe. “This is an old one of Barb’s, but she won’t mind you borrowing it.”

Before I could reply Linda dropped the towel and helped me slip into the cover-up. Once again I was momentarily standing before four men in just a bra and panty. I wanted to head home to change but Linda insisted that there was no need now.

“If you start feeling warm again I’m sure Peanut will help you into the pool again,” she laughed.

So I spent the next hour serving drinks in a short white terry robe as my shorts outfit was spread over the back of a vacant chair to dry.

Around 5:00 Beth returned home and joined the party. She looked inquisitively at me after greeting Linda with a hug. Before Linda could explain Ray spoke up “if you would like a beer Honey will get it for you. Honey, get Beth a beer please.”

When I returned and handed her the cold drink she smiled at me and said “thanks Honey.” She just accepted the fact that I was wearing her robe and answering to Honey. I’m sure she guessed what I was wearing underneath it. As she sat in the chair that had my shorts outfit drying on the back she gave the damp clothes a quick glance.

“Honey took an unexpected dip in her clothes so I loaned her your robe while they dried,” Ray explained.

She accepted the explanation without question as she glanced at me sitting next to Jimmy.

I hadn’t even noticed that he was sitting with his arm around the back of me with his hand on the bench on the other side of me. How had I failed to notice that he had moved that close to me? I jumped slightly a little while later when I felt his hand resting on my lower back. I said nothing then or when he started slowly and lightly rubbing my back. Every time I got up to get someone a drink it was a given that I would return to sitting next to him. And each time he would slide close and his hand would start roaming again. One time I was not careful to smooth the robe under me like I would a skirt and the bottom of the tiny robe hung over the back of the bench seat. I realized my mistake when I felt his hand slide under the back of the robe rubbing against my pantied bottom. When I looked at him he just smiled back with a look that said not only did he enjoy the situation but that he dared me to do anything about it. When I gave in without protest his hand became glued to my soft bottom.

Scott and Jimmy announced that they had to leave. Each gave Linda a hug while letting their hands freely roam across her bikini clad bottom. She playfully slapped their hand, but only after the touching was done. Imagine my surprised when Scott came over to me to give me a hug as well. As I stood to hug him like it was the most natural thing I soon also experienced him touching my panty clad bottom. Jimmy repeated the action as well as the others watched smiling.

“Perhaps we should be heading home as well,” I announce with a pleading look towards Linda.

“Nonsense, “replied Beth. “You both will stay for dinner. We are going to grill some steaks and vegetables for a light dinner. It’s going to be a beautiful night so we will just eat out here on the patio. And Peanut, you are welcome to spend the night in our guest room so you don’t have to worry about how much you have to drink.”

Jimmy agreed (was I the only one who called him that? I just couldn’t bring myself to call him ‘Peanut’). I didn’t quite think about the ramifications of him spending the night right next door.

“Are you sure you have enough?” asked Linda. “Let me run home and see what I can contribute to the meal.”

“I have plenty of steaks since we thought the other guys would be eating here tonight. I always have to have plenty on hand because these guys eat like horses!” Beth exclaimed. “But if you want to bring over some other food I’m sure these two guys would appreciate it.”

“I should probably put on something besides a swimming suit as well,’ Linda commented.

“Oh, please don’t. I was planning on putting mine on because I would like to take a dip after dinner,” Beth said.

“Neither of you need to wear a suit as far as I’m concerned,” Ray chimed in. That got a laugh from Linda and Beth, but neither said anything against it I noticed.

“I think Honey might want to slip into something better than my old robe,” Beth offered.

“Come home with me Honey, and we will find something more appropriate for you to wear besides running around in you undies,” Linda said standing and taking my hand.

“I’m fine with her wearing just her undies,” the quiet Jimmy offered. He gave my butt a pinch as I stood. My cheeks felt almost naked without his hand on them.

Hot Afternoon

I’ve decided to post a follow up to the post from June 18 “An Interesting Weekend”. I have been working on a story based on that weekend and am almost done with it. It kind of took on a life of its own and is quite lengthy, too lengthy to post on here. However, I feel like I owe you the details of that weekend. Perhaps down the road you will be interested in obtaining the embellished story.

As I left off, I had been enjoying a warm afternoon in our backyard serving Linda while dressed in a cute, but quite feminine, shorts outfit when our next door neighbor and his three friends spied us and summoned us over. Linda proceeded to take me by the hand and drag me over to Ray’s pool area where they were relaxing. I was very nervous, both because of how I was dressed and how the afternoon would progress.

“Hi guys!” Linda chirped. “Having fun?”

“Yeah, we were just kicking back, enjoying a few beers and telling story,” Ray replied. I could feel all four sets of eyes studying me. “It looks like you were enjoying yourself as well Linda. It must be nice to have someone at your beck and call.”

“Yes, I am quite spoiled by my little hubby I must admit,” Linda answered.

“Any chance you would join us and we could enjoy some of that spoiling as well?” Ray asked.

“I don’t see why not. In fact, I’ve been eyeing your pool all day thinking how nice it would be to enjoy that water,” Linda said. “Maybe I could change into my suit and take a dip.”

“You can certainly take a dip anytime you want. And don’t feel you have to put on a swimming suit to use it,” Ray said with the subtleties of a rattlesnake. The others chuckled in response. All eyes were now focused on Linda.

“I don’t think that going without a swimming suit would be very safe in present company. Maybe if your wife was here that would be different.” Linda smiled back defiantly.

“Beth often swims naked. She will be home later. Feel free to enjoy the pool,” Ray replied.

“And you can feel free to enjoy our little server here. I’ll go change. I’ll be back in a little bit Hon.” And with that Linda turned and headed across the yard to our house, leaving me just standing there.

“That’s a cute little outfit you have on,” Ray spoke to me. “It looks good on you. Why don’t you go over to the refrigerator in the garage and get us all another beer ‘Hon’.”

The guys were all watching me with a mischievous look in their eyes. Without a word I walked to the garage and fetched 4 beers, not once thinking of getting one for myself. I knew I was not a part of the party, just the wait-staff. The fact that Ray had called me ‘Hon’ told me just where I stood and I knew what was expected of me… to serve and be quiet.

As I handed the beers around the guys got a good close-up look at me. One of them asked “you have nice legs. Do you shave them?”

I muttered a ‘yes’ and passed out the other two beers, the last going to Ray. I could tell he was about to say something but just then the sound of our back door closing brought all eyes towards Linda’s approach.

As I turned to look I could see why. She had put on her smallest bikini. It was red and really complimented her figure. I heard one of the guys quietly state “I would love some of that!” Had he forgotten that I was standing there, or did he just not care?

“With that skimpy of a suit, you could have just as easily gone without,” Ray quipped.

“Oh, Ray,” Linda laughed. “Aren’t you going to introduce me to your friends? And Honey, would you put some suntan lotion on me? I don’t want to burn,” Linda asked as she held the bottle out.

One of the guys, the biggest one there at close to 6’4” and built like a linebacker, jumped to his feet and grabbed the bottle from Linda’s hand. I was surprised at how fast a guy of his size could move.

“I’ll take care of the lotion Linda. I’m Scott,” he said as he opened the bottle and squired some lotion on his hand. Then over his shoulder in my direction he said, “Honey, why don’t you go get Linda a beer.”

Linda smiled at both of us and offered her back to Scott. Ray spoke, trying to contain the laughter in his voice. “Well, you’ve now met Scott, the old guy over there is Tim and the young stud is Jimmy, but we call him ‘Peanut’.” The two other guys didn’t look to be more than a year or two apart in age but one could tell that the reference had been a standing joke between the four guys.

“Peanut?” Linda inquired.

“We call him that because, truthfully, he’s anything but, if you catch my drift” Tim answered, speaking for the first time. When he saw the confused look on Linda’s face he realized that she, indeed, had not caught his drift.

“He’s actually hung like a horse but is really shy about it. So we tease him by calling him Peanut,” Scott explained as he applied the lotion across her back. His hands traveled to her sides and dangerously close to the exposed sides of her breasts. “I’ll be happy to apply lotion all over if you want,” he whispered in Linda’s ear as he leaned in close.

“I think I can handle the rest,” she replied.

No one had noticed my return and it took a few seconds for Linda to realize I was standing there holding her beer. “Oh, thanks Honey,” she finally replied as she took the beer from my hand. Everyone notice when she tilted her head back and took a long sip of beer from the bottle. It was as if time stood still as the men watched her lift her breasts higher as she drank.

She never did get in the water. The closest she got was to sit on the edge of the pool and put her feet in. The guys were wearing street clothes so they never got in the water either. But Scott sat beside her at the edge of the pool for a while, Tim offered her the seat next to his when she rejoined the group. Jimmy/Peanut barely said a word the whole time but seem to watch me a lot. When I took breaks from serving the 5 of them Jimmy would motion for me to take the seat next to him. Ray sat back and seemed to be taking the whole thing in. He was definitely in control of the group and steered the conversations to topics of his interest. Linda loved the attention and shifted her flirting between Ray, Scott, and Tim.

I was constantly jumping up to get beers for the guys. It was funny how there was never two needing a beer at the same time. So as I got back with one another would send me scurrying for the next cold beer. Every time I returned Jimmy would be watching me. I’m sure he was doing the same as I walked to the garage. For some reason the idea that he was looking at my butt excited me a little. Whenever our eyes would meet, we would both look away quickly, as if caught doing something naughty. And one time, while sitting next to him, my mind drifted momentarily to thinking about his nickname and why he had it, and my eyes glanced at his crotch. When I looked up he was smiling at me and I knew he had seen where my eyes had been. I blushed deeply.

The next chapter will cover the rest of the afternoon, how the cold beers and warm sun relaxed everyone and the conversations became more inquisitive and personal. Evening finds Beth returning home and some guests departing and some not.

Life’s Funny Moments

I was in a department store and was walking by the women’s swimsuit display. A young girl, about 7 or 8 I would guess, was looking at the displays when she reached up and poked the bra cup of one of the suits.

“Mommy,” she exclaimed. “This swimsuit has boobies!”

The mother, half ignoring the little girl muttered “yes Dear.”

The young child removed the swimsuit from the rack and asked “Can I get it?”

I almost burst out laughing, but I was thinking the same thing… “Can I get it?”

An Interesting Weekend

If you have been following my blog over the years you know that many people know a lot about Linda and me, especially me. Our family knows about my crossdressing as do several of our friends. Our sisters know about our wife-led marriage and about both of our boyfriends and some of the sexual going-on. However, only a few casual friends know about any details of our ‘private lives’. Some of that changed this last weekend.

We have lived in the same neighborhood most of our married lives. We have met our neighbors on both sides of our house but not really socialized with them as we all keep pretty much to ourselves. I don’t believe our neighbors know anything about our private lives as my crossdressing is usually confined to indoor activities. But, for our neighbors on our north side, that changed last weekend and I think it will continue to escalate in the future.

Our backyard is beautiful and mostly secluded. It has three large trees that put our patio and area under the trees in constant shade. On those hot afternoons it offers a wonderful oasis with shade and a nice breeze. It’s not good for sunbathing but is wonderful for sitting out with a book and relaxing away the afternoon while offering some degree of privacy.

I am going to give you a tease of what took place the other day. Linda was out reading on the deck while I was pampering her with iced tea and snacks delivered as I waited on her hand and foot. I was dressed in shorts and matching top that was obviously a woman’s set to anyone seeing it up close. I mean, after all, it was matching top and shorts! Add to that the fact that a faint outline of my panty could be seen as well as the small protrusions projecting on my chest from the bra I wore. It didn’t scream “sissy”, but wasn’t whispering it either.

Our neighbor-to-the-North’s yard is very open as they have a pool and hot tub by their patio and no trees at all. They can see easily into our yard while the house on the other side cannot because of the garage blocking the view. So it is these neighbors that I had to worry about seeing us. They have only lived there for two years and we rarely see them out in the yard. We always thought that it was a shame that they didn’t use their pool much as we know we would get a lot of use from a pool if we had one. We both love the water so much.

They are really not people we would hang out with or socialize with if it wasn’t for the fact that we lived next door to them. We have barely spoken with them for more than a few minutes on a few occasions. He has a big noisy motorcycle and it appeared that most of their friends were involved with motorcycles and riding around on them. That is no our crowd at all so it appeared that we shared no common interests with them.

Last weekend Ray had 3 of his biker buddies on the patio drinking beer and shooting the breeze. They had been enjoying themselves all afternoon, had drunk a lot of beer, and were feeling no pain. One of them must have seen me bringing refreshments to Linda and noticed something about my outfit because I heard him say kind of loudly “Hey, Ray. What’s the story about those two?”

I didn’t hear what Ray replied but I worried that trouble was brewing. Sure enough, a moment later we heard Ray call out “hey, Linda. If you are done with your server we could use some service over here.”

Linda looked up from her book, saw Ray wave and the other guys laughing, looked at how I was dressed, then got a mischievous smile on her face. “Looks like the guys over there need a serving girl to help them out.”

She got out of her chair and took my hand and started over to Ray’s yard, pulling me along with her. I was whispering in a panic “what are you doing? I can’t go over there dressed like this!” as I reluctantly followed along beside her.

What followed is a very interesting afternoon involving both of us with Ray and his friends. I am debating writing about the adventure for my blog or expanding on it for a story for Fictionmania or to be published as a short book. I’m sure I can guess how you would vote.

Oral Wins!

Linda and I had a wonderful weekend where we enjoyed 3 whole days together with no one else around. That rarely happens as there seems to always be family members wanting to get together on a holiday weekend. But this year everyone else had made plans and we were able to avoid them. We were happy because we really needed some time for just the two of us to be alone. Even our boyfriends allowed us to do this, which is rare.

Yes, we each have boyfriends, and that is something Linda and I needed to spend time talking about. We are still together and plan on remaining so. We love each other deeply, yet understand that neither of us is able to fulfill the other’s deepest needs.

Linda needs an alpha male in her life, someone to totally take charge of her sexually, physically, and mentally. That is a role that I cannot fulfill. I need to be able to express my submissive, sissy side and cannot do that fully with Linda. She does a wonderful job with understanding my sissiness and helps me explore it. And to be truthful, if I didn’t have a boyfriend I would probably be able to be happy just with Linda in my life.

This is what we spent much of our weekend discussing… where we are with each other and what role others play in our life and where we see this going. Most of the discussion took place outside of the bedroom, almost all but maybe 20 minutes of it. So we were not in the throes of passion during our discussion. We were sitting side by side on our patio enjoying the beautiful weather for hours on end over three days.

We have settled into a good place for us in our relationship where our needs are being met and we are enjoying our time together as well as our time apart. And we are both alright with the fact that our sexual needs are being satisfied by someone else.

What I shared with Linda is very similar to the postings on two other blogs today; Saragirl's Sissy Confessions and Leann’s Sissy Musings. I discovered my bisexual cravings back in high school when my best friend and I discovered blowjobs. I found that I liked giving more than receiving and he was very happy to be on the receiving end. Later I found that I really enjoyed giving blowjobs when I was crossdressed and could take on the girl’s role. Early in our marriage I showed Linda how eagerly I would suck on a dildo and that progressed to getting her a strap-on that I could really enjoy sucking. This weekend I shared with Linda that I would rather suck cock then have intercourse with her. She told me that she suspected I was now more gay then bi and is alright with that as I can please her better orally or with toys then I can sticking my sissy cock into her.

That is why we are both ok with each of us having boyfriends to satisfy our sexual needs. She has seen me giving my boyfriend blowjobs as well as him fucking me. But she has no desire to be a part of those activities. However, she does like to have me be involved occasionally with her and her boyfriend. She likes having me fluff him with my oral talents as well as orally prep and clean her. So I will happily do my duties when requested and otherwise stay out of the picture when not needed.

Our talks also include past activities such as bondage and discipline games, and other fetishes including some dabbling with diapers. I will save those discussions for another time.

My Early Years

I was raised by an understanding mother and supportive older sister, each who enjoyed helping me explore my feminine side.

My mother was a product of the 50’s and I fondly remember her wearing poufy dresses with billowing petticoats underneath. One of those petticoats was the first article of feminine clothing I ever wore. I snuck into her bedroom one day and found several petticoats on the floor of her closet.

I remember stepping into one and pulling it up almost to my armpits so it wouldn’t drag on the floor. Looking into the mirror I loved the reflection looking back. That experience led to me trying on her panties. Of course they were huge on me but I would repeat that experience many times when I got older.

Before I started pre-school my sister, she is 6 years older then me, and I were playing cowboys and cowgirls in the back yard. She was wearing jeans and a cowboy shirt and stated that she was ‘Roy Rogers’. I adored my sister and always looked up to her. I would unconditionally follow her lead. “Who am I going to be?” I asked.

“You will be his wife ‘Dale Evans’. And I have just the thing for you to wear,” she replied. We went to her room and she dug around in the back of her closet. She pulled out a bunch of brown clothing, but I couldn’t tell what it was. She told me to get out of my clothes as she had something else for me to wear. Being only five I didn’t think anything of undressing in front of her. After all, we had always taken baths together since I could remember. She proceeded to put a tan blouse, leather skirt and matching vest on me. I remember it like it was yesterday. I ran to the mirror and saw a cute young cowgirl looking back. I loved it and turned and gave her a big hug. I think she was surprised at how much I enjoyed the outfit. I wore it for the rest of the afternoon as we continued our playing outside. When Mom called us in for dinner she looked quite surprised at what I was wearing. All she said was ‘that fits you nicely’.

I helped set the table and waited for Dad to get home. When he walked in and saw me he stopped for a second, glanced at Mom, then said “well, don’t you look spiffy.” That was all that was said about my appearance. Everyone acted like it was no big deal.

The next day as soon as I woke up I put the outfit back on again and wore it all day. Again nothing was said about it, it was just accepted. After supper that night Dad said he was going to take us out for ice cream. As we headed for the car Mom asked “don’t you want to change first?” “Why?” I asked and got into the car. Again, that was all that was said.

I wore that outfit a lot that summer so everyone got use to seeing me in it. One night after our bath I was watching my sister getting into her nightgown. I told her how I thought the nightgown was so pretty and I wish I had something like it. After she got dressed she went into her room, then returned with something behind her back. As I was drying off she told me that she had something for me, then handed me one of her old nightgowns that she had outgrown. It was a little large on me but I loved it. You can imagine the surprise my mother got when she came into my room to tuck me in and I was wearing the nightgown. All she said was “how pretty”. So from that night on I wore a nightgown to bed.

Things continued on this line for many years. My sister would give me her outgrown clothes and I would happily wear them. My parents got use to seeing me in girls clothes and just accepted it. Later I learned that they had many discussions about it when they were alone and just decided to leave it alone and see where it went.

As my sister became a teenager she became obsessed with her looks and started using make-up and worrying about her hair. She would practice on me, having me sit for hours as she put make-up on me and tried styling my hair. Because of this I let my hair grow longer until it was over my ears and almost to my shoulders. I am surprised my parents never made me get a haircut during those years.

So with the clothing, make-up, and styled hair I looked very feminine most of the time at home. My sister started calling me Beverly and it wasn’t long until Mom and Dad pick up on it and started calling me that as well. I had the best childhood that I could imagine!

I had a few outings while I was dressed. At first it began with me taking trips to the grocery store with Mom and my sister. Since I was all dressed up Mom thought it would be alright to take me out like that. I loved it and was never really nervous about being seen as Beverly. Then it progressed to going out as a family to a movie or dinner. Everyone accepted me and treated me as a girl. At Christmas and for birthdays I was given many gifts for Beverly so I had my own clothes and not always wearing my sister’s hand-me-downs. I can remember the first purse I was given. It was Christmas morning and I felt it was the best present I received, even though there were far more expensive gifts for me.

But the best gift was when my sister was in high school and I was eleven. I came into her room as she was cleaning out some dresser drawers. She gave me a big smile and said “I have something for you.” When I walked over to the bed she handed me three bras. “These were the first bras I ever wore. I remember how I felt so grown up when I got them. I want you to have them.”

I was so happy that I started crying as I hugged her. Mom just happened to be walking by then as saw us hugging and ask what was going on. “Pam just gave me my first bras!” I exclaimed. Mom smiled and said “my, you are a big girl now.” I ran and gave her a hug too.

I never got into trouble growing up, always studied and got good grades, and had a very close family. I believe it was because I was allowed to be myself growing up, never teased about how I was dressed. I was not pushed into being a girl, but rather allowed to go down that path and accepted for who I was.

I have also loved permed hair. Growing up my mother would give perms to many ladies in the neighborhood. I would watch, fascinated by what she was doing and how the ladies would look when done. Once, one of the ladies commented on how I seemed so interested in the perms that maybe my mother should do mine. Oh, how I wished she would have done that. But she said perms were only for women, not boys.

The toughest time was when a girl from my school came to have Mom perm her hair. I had to pretend not to be too interested, which was difficult, not only because I loved watching the perm process, but because I also had a secret crush on the girl. She also teased me by saying that Mom should give me a perm sometime. I think Mom could tell because she agreed to give me a perm that Saturday morning. Christine sat at the table and watched as Mom rolled my hair onto the curlers and applied the lotion. She even said I was brave for doing this.

I only had that one perm in my life, but I will always remember it fondly.