Routine Femininity

i was up a little earlier than usual this morning, the result of an early morning erection that was causing me discomfort.  Prior to January 1st of this year, morning erections caused no such discomfort.  i guess you could say the erections still don't cause the discomfort.  Rather, the true "cause" is the CB-3000 that i've been wearing to bed almost every night.  Diane would probably not agree with my assessment.  It matters not.  My chastity has become quite routine.

After a quick trip to the bathroom where i sat on the toilet in a feminine way, i washed my hands, put on my pink slippers and fluffy floral pink bathroom and made my way down to the kitchen to turn on the coffee i had prepared the night before.  The coffee, made to Diane's exact specifications with freshly ground beans, takes about 9 or 10 minutes to brew.  When it was done, i poured myself a cup, did some reading while waiting another half hour or so before delivering a hot cup of the coffee to Diane.  There was a kiss and a "thank you honey" after i laid it on the nightstand as Diane rolled over for another forty winks.  This too has become quite routine. 

Late Monday afternoon just after She got in from work, Diane wanted to make love to me.  She was in a very amorous mood, the aggressor so to speak but not in an overly dominant way.  It was more in a role reversal sort of way, the "horny husband" coming home and wanting "some action."  It felt nice.  It felt feminine. i really felt like Her wife.

"Get yourself pretty" She told me.  i giddily went upstairs and debated over which nightie to wear.  i must have debated too long because Diane was soon upstairs and choosing one for me.  It was a
simple floral patterned babydoll from Vermont Country Store.  She didn't bother to hand me the panties.

i assisted Her with the strap-on, tightening the leather laces on the back of the black leather harness.  my assistance is something She insists upon most all the time and is actually part of the foreplay before our actual lovemaking.  There's a submissive sensuality about the whole thing as She transitions to this altered state of femininity, one that allows Her to pleasure a sissy wife.  That was followed by my worship of Her strap-on as She stood over me.  All so routine yet never less arousing than the last time we've done it.

"Gotta practice for Paul don't we?" She said.  i simply nodded my head in the affirmative. i've done this many times over the years and it is a routine part of the foreplay as well.  Now however, there's a sense of realism as i really am practicing to please Paul as well. 

When She felt ready Diane had me lay at the edge of the bed on my back with my legs spread, bent at the knees and held back towards my chest.  Before preparing both the strap-on and me with adequate lubrication, She produced the key to my CB-3000.  There was some minor difficulty removing it due to my aroused state but those were easily overcome. 

It was the best lovemaking i've ever experienced.  Diane felt perfect inside of me.  She seemed to go deeper than ever and as She made love fell on top of me and kissed me deeply.  i had my arms and legs wrapped around Her as i moaned in the most ecstatic of pleasures.  It was my first orgasm in a long time, and probably my most intense.  Certainly not routine.

i felt so feminine as Diane held me in the aftermaths of my "Big O."  Shortly thereafter, i was back in chastity, getting dressed and donning an apron so i could Diane dinner.  i moved about the kitchen getting things ready and Diane did some work in Her office.   It all seemed so natural.

i'd never felt so much like a sissy wife as i did then.

i also felt very satisfied....and loved.

love,

sissy terri

P.S. - Diane's not going to be seeing Paul here for the next two Wednesdays.  He's away for a couple of days this week and we're gone most of next week.  There's no doubt She'll miss what he has to offer.  But by the same token, i know i have certain skills that She enjoys as well :)

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A Quick Cuckold Update

This certainly isn't meant to be a tease of any sorts but rather just a short post to let you all know that things went very well yesterday, but certainly not as i would have expected.

Because of an unexpected "commitment" i have to head out of town for the rest of the day, but promise to post tomorrow.  i just felt obligated to let my readers know.

One of yesterday's surprises?  i spent the entire time Paul was there wearing my "Strawberry Shortcake" apron.  Diane felt that the pink polka dotted would highlight the contrast between Her sissy cuckold wife and Her alpha lover.

She was right, it certainly did.

More tomorrow.  i promise.

love,

sissy terri

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My Cuckold Night

Up until last night, Diane's "affair" with Brian as real as it was, always felt like it was taking place in some type of make believe place.  i knew it was happening and in the most intimate of ways, experienced the unique taste, feel and smell of a woman who has been made love to by another man.  As real as my cuckolding was, the actual act of my wife having sex with another man wasn't taking place when i was under the same roof, or within earshot of the distinct sounds of very passionate lovemaking.

All of that changed last night, and everything happened so much faster than i ever thought it would.  The "ice breaking" time where we would sit and socialize for a little while to relax just whizzed by.  i no sooner had sat down after serving Diane and Brian drinks and appetizers that i was sent upstairs to "take down the bed and put some towels out" by my Wife.   "We may decide to take a shower first, or later" She giggled.  But, i'm getting a little bit ahead of myself here.

Yesterday afternoon, Diane called and told me She enjoyed my blog post.  i know She reads the blog but doesn't always discuss it with me (i am still waiting for Her to post, something She continuously promises She will do), in fact She rarely does.  But yesterday, She thought i should follow the suggestion of one of my readers, Serendipity, who gave her the idea that maybe i should dress in a more subdued feminine manner.  "I like the idea of you in some chic slacks, a blouse and some flats.  Maybe just a hint of makeup and nothing else" She said.  It was more than a suggestion and i didn't have a choice.  "And the undergarments go without saying" She added.

We also discussed dinner and a few other minor details.  i would prepare dinner when they were ready for it.  It could be either before or after they spent some time together.  i had some fish for grilling and a salad would be made.  i also had some stuffed mushrooms as appetizers ready to serve with their drinks when they first arrived.

i wore black ladies slacks that had a zipper up the back.  i have two very similar pairs, one is a size 10 and the other a 12.  i went back and forth on which pair i was going to wear.  i look better in the size 10 but i thought they were a little too tight and made me look more femme.  i originally chose the 12's, but changed at the last minute.  i knew Diane would notice and probably ask me later why i chose my "baggy" slacks.  i wore a white bra, white panties with a touch of lace on the front panel and a pair of taupe colored pantyhose.  A pair of black flats with a silver bow shaped buckle on them finished it off.  Honestly, i initially thought it was a great idea for a more subtle femme appearance and it probably was when you consider this being mine and Brian's first time to meet under these circumstances but as far as i was concerned, i might just as well have been wearing a bouffant gown with layers and layers of petticoats.  That's how femme and sissylike i felt.

Brian arrived with Diane at 5:45 exactly.  i saw the clock when i heard their cars pull into our driveway.  They entered together through the entryway from the garage where Diane parked Her SUV.  The initial greeting wasn't as awkward as i thought but still a little humiliating.  First, Diane said hello and gave me a peck on the cheek and told me i looked very nice.  "You remember Brian" She said as he extended his hand for me to shake.  i said hello and asked how he was doing.  What a stupid question!

Then, Diane shocked me She said "Princess, why don't you get me a glass of wine and ask Brian what he'd like to drink then join us in the living room for cocktails."  She'd sometimes referred to me as "Princess", but only in very intimate moments or when She wanted to tease and embarrass me.  This time, i blushed with embarrassment and Brian seemed to smile a little.  i tried to sort of brush aside the comment and quickly asked him what he would like.  After he said he'd just have a beer if i had one, Diane interjected and said "Go ahead, have a Manhattan and relax."  i don't think he really wanted one, but agreed with Diane's suggestion and off i went to prepare the drinks.

A few minutes later i entered the living room with their drinks, a glass of Chianti for Diane and Brian's Manhattan.  As i served the drinks, Diane looked at me puzzled and said "Uh....did we forget something?"  i thought everything was fine, other than maybe the appetizers which i was planning to bring out next.  i told Diane that i'd get the stuffed mushrooms.  "No.....it's not the mushrooms.  What are we missing?  What do we always wear when serving?" She asked.  i knew the answer and said "You're right.  I'm sorry" i answered and returned to the kitchen.  When i returned with the mushrooms, i was wearing a white bib apron with ruffled trim.  "Much better" Diane smiled.  This time, in addition to his smile, there was a little chuckle from Brian.

To me, the moment when i returned with the apron was the most telling moment of the evening.  My submission to Diane was on full display in front of Brian. She's expressed Her dominance over me on many, many times but none more powerful than this one.  There i stood in stark contrast with the man sitting so close to Her, the man who would make love to Her shortly, and the man who's hand She was holding.  It was like what happened made everything irreversible, exposing me as the submissive cuckold.  Even the lovemaking that took place later didn't have as powerful a message.

i joined them briefly with a glass of wine.  Brian had a few mushrooms and told me they were excellent.  Diane commented on how good a cook i was but didn't have any.  i felt awkward sitting there, still in my apron and almost afraid to take it off.  It wasn't long before Diane said it was probably time for "us to go upstairs" and then saying that She'd let me know if and when they would want dinner.

Soon after i heard the door close upstairs i heard Diane laugh a bit and a few moments later the shower was running.  i envisioned them embracing in the shower and doing what two people who haven't seen each other in awhile would be doing.  i felt like a failure as a man and i know i am.  i'm also embarrassed to say that the thoughts going through my mind turned me on.  Later, i became uncomfortable when i could hear the lovemaking from where i was sitting in the living room.  i turned the television on to watch a basketball game and drown out the sounds from upstairs.

A few hours later, Diane came out of the room and called down to me, saying that She and Brian would probably be coming down to fix some sandwiches in a little while and that i could go to bed if i wanted to.  She did have one request - that i go get Brian's overnight bag in the car, since he had decided to spend the night.  i went outside to get the bag from his car after removing my apron and brought it to her upstairs.  She kissed me good night and said "Thank you, you were fantastic tonight" and went back into our bedroom. 

i went to bed shortly thereafter and heard them go downstairs.  i heard their lovemaking before they fell asleep and again this morning when i was up early. i made coffee and Brian came down first, telling me that Diane wanted him to tell me She'd be going into the office later this morning.  i offered him coffee which he took but didn't want anything for breakfast.  He thanked me for the coffee and after a few awkward moments said "Look i know last night had to be difficult but i just wanted to say thanks."    Was i supposed to say "you're welcome"???  All i could think of was to say "No problem."  With that, he said "Thanks" and a "see you later."

Diane didn't wait long to call me upstairs.  She had me sit on the bed next to Her and thanked me for what i'd done, again telling me how "great" or "fantastic" i was.  We talked and i told Her how Brian didn't seem very anxious or nervous at all in my opinion.  i asked Her if She had just been telling me that to lessen my own anxieties.  She smiled and denied it, saying that he was indeed a little nervous and surprised Her at how well he handled things.

Eventually, i found myself between her legs, where Brian had been probably a half hour ago.  The taste and smell i experienced as i licked Her was as fresh as i've ever experienced.

When i was done, i happened to notice Brian's overnight bag in the corner of the room.  Diane saw me looking at it and said "Oh, I asked him to stay over tonight also.  I think it will be a little less stressful."  As usual, She's probably right.  

i apologize for the long post and hope you didn't get bored.  A blogger who i admire once told me to write a blog for yourself and not for the people who read it.  It's good advice.

love,

terri

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Still Her Sissy Wife

"I'm happy for you" Diane said as we sat down for the dinner i had prepared for her last night.  She was referring to my meeting Jake and how things seemed to be going so well.  She had just asked me when i would be seeing him next and i had told Her that our plan was to try to get together on Monday.

It seems like even though we still have plenty of intimacy with one another, albeit not the type a traditional marriage would have, that we are sort of leading parallel lives.  She has Her thing with Brian, and i have my thing with Jake.

i thanked Her for the comment as i took off my apron and got ready to take my place at the dining room table.  "I'd prefer you keep the apron on" Diane said, "it looks  nice on you."  i returned to the kitchen and put it back on and then sat down to enjoy dinner.

There was a long period of silence, though it didn't seem necessarily awkward, until i asked Her when She was seeing Brian next.  "Not until next week at the earliest" She said, answering as if i had interrupted some sort of deep thought process She was going through.  It was evident that i had, as the next words out of Her mouth were "I was just thinking..."

She proceeded to let me in on some of the things She had been discussing with Brian, and Her plans to "somehow introduce cuckolding into our mix."  Basically, Diane's continued to drop some hints to Brian about cuckolding, although She wasn't very specific about them other than to say he gets turned on knowing he's "fucking another man's wife."

"You know, the more I think about it the more I'm convinced that the best way to segue into the cuckolding conversation with him is to let him know that I'm dominant in our relationship" She said.  i was very surprised but not shocked.  After all, if full fledged in person cuckolding were to take place, my submission to Diane would become readily apparent.  "You know, let him know that I wear the pants in the house, not you.  I think it would lay a good foundation to move forward and remove some fears he might have of rocking the boat."

While we talked about it for just a little while longer, She didn't directly ask for my opinion.  She knows it's something i want, but understands that i'm very apprehensive about moving forward.  She did listen to me and i appreciated that.  i doubt very much that Diane won't follow through with this.  It may take Her longer than She'd like, but eventually i know She's going to bring it up to Brian.

Later as i cleared the dishes and cleaned up in the kitchen while still in my apron, Diane thanked me for a wonderful dinner.  Before She left to go into our living room She gave me a peck on the cheek and said "I know you're having a wonderful time with Jake and enjoying yourself.  I am happy for you.  But don't forget that you're still my sissy wife.  Your wifely duties to me come first, and the always will."

It was a less-than-subtle reminder, and it was nice to hear. 

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The Good Little Housewife

"Aren't you the good little housewife?" Diane said to me the other night, her comments dripping with sensual and sarcastic domination.  i was wearing one of my prettiest aprons when she got home from work and had a lovely dinner all prepared for the two of us.

It was sort of a special occasion, a corny anniversary of sorts.  Not a wedding anniversary but a date that we've always remembered for romantic reasons.  Just because things have changed so much for us was no reason to stop our little tradition.  Diane was glad i remembered, and i was happy She was pleased. 

Although i did all the preparation and serving of the dinner, when we sat down and toasted with a glass of Her favorite wine, i almost felt like Her equal as opposed to Her submissive.  Even though i was dressed in a very pretty housewife-like  print dress with a pearl necklace and matching earrings, we talked intimately and enjoyed dinner very much. 

Diane seemed to enjoy the dinner so much She even told me She felt guilty about not having lifted a finger to assist in its preparation and volunteered to help clean up.  I refused Her help and told Her to just relax and i would join Her soon.  "That's the good little housewife in you" She said and after pausing added "that I love so much."  She just smiled and went into the living room to finish her second glass of wine.  She made a couple of calls on Her cell while She was there, but i couldn't really make out who they were to.  One of them could of been Brian but i just couldn't be sure.

i joined Her later and sat next to Her on the sofa.  She reached over and kissed me softly and it felt so nice.  "I really don't know how to reward you for such a wonderful dinner and evening" She told me, "everything was absolutely delicious and just right."  i told Her there was no need to repay me at all, just to continue loving me.  "I'll always love you.  You'll never have to worry about that."  It was beautiful the way She said it.

"But I do need to reward my good little housewife in a special way.  I want to do something special for you, something very, very significant" She said as She smiled at me.  "Would you like that?"

i told Her i would love anything She would do for me.  "I know you would sweetheart" She said.

Somehow, i think She knows exactly what that special reward is, but isn't prepared to share it with me. 

On another note, i haven't been able to blog much lately because of my consulting job.  It got busier than anticipated and the next few months are going to be the same.  i'm making more money than i thought i would and as promised, it is turned over to Diane and i'm given an allowance.  It's a pretty generous allowance, but the fact that i turn it over to Her makes me feel more submissive.

i am seeing Jake tomorrow here at our house. He doesn't have much time but i want to see him very much.  i don't like being rushed but it's either that or not see him until next week or the week after.  i'm going to do my best to look as feminine as possible for his arrival and do my best to please him. 

Diane is working tomorrow morning and we leave in the afternoon to fly to New York for a wedding on Long Island Saturday.  We're also going with Diane's friend Linda and her husband.  It's a funny feeling, especially that Linda now knows that i know that Diane is having an affair with Brian.  She knows i'm a cuckold, just not the whole extent of it. 

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Being a Good Wife

We're having three other couples over for a dinner party tomorrow night.  One of them is Diane's boss at work, Ron and his wife Aliia.  The others are friends of ours with one of the couples already having met Ron and Alicia.  It's an important dinner for Diane.  Her boss has been somewhat of a mentor to her and Diane is on the short list to replace him when he retires next year. 

In preparation for tomorrow night, I've been busy all day here at home as well as running errands to get things done and pick up what we need for dinner.  As I go about my duties today dressed totally in feminine garb while at home, including my very frilly apron, I realize just how comfortable and happy I am when I do wife-like things.

I changed to go out and pick up the groceries for tomorrow night, but quickly got back into my preferred attire when I got back home.  Tomorrow night, I obviously won't be dressed while our guests are here and I'm certain Diane won't be making any inappropriate comments and ordering me around like the submissive sissy that I am.  However, I'll be helping her as much as possible, even taking primary responsibility for preparing the dinner.  Our friends know I enjoy cooking and am quite good at it, so that won't be anything unusual for them to see.

If society were more accepting, I wouldn't hesitate to don my best apron and show exactly what my role is in our marriage.   It's disappointing but understandable that I can't do that.  Diane has other ways to help fulfill my desires.

She called me just a little while ago and asked "How's my little wife doing?  Staying busy?"

I listed everything that I had done and told her what I had left to do.  She also added a couple of items to my list.

"You've been a busy girl" she said, "I hope you're not too tired when I get home or have a headache.  I'm going to want to fuck you.  You deserve it."

I love being her sissy.

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Sissy Sundays

In a little while I'm going to go shopping with Diane, something we do quite often on Sundays.  One thing about Diane is that she's very appreciative of having an understanding shopping partner to accompany her.  She's told me several times how much she enjoys it.  As I've mentioned before, no sitting on the sofa enjoying a Sunday afternoon sporting even on television for me unless it's something she's interested in.

How things have changed.  In the past, in my more masculine (but uncomfortable) days, both of us would get annoyed at the other during these shopping trips.  So much so that she would much rather go alone or with a girlfriend.  Now, I guess I'm that girlfriend.  Diane pointed out yesterday that Macy's has a lingerie sale and that we should check it out.  It's going to be one of our stops today. 

When we get back, I'm going to get dressed to the hilt and work on fixing her a nice dinner.  I'm going to be in that "1950's housewife"  mode, with a nice dress, maybe a pearl necklace, heels and a frilly apron.  I think for many married sissies, there are few outfits that make us feel more feminine.

I've also got to make some travel plans for my consulting assignment this week.  For the most part, I get to choose the hours and days that I work.  That's part of the agreement with my employer.  However, I'm really not the one who will be making my schedule most of the time.  That would be Diane.  This week I'll be gone Wednesday and Thursday so she can be with Brian.

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Sissy Sundays

The last 10 years has really seen a transformation in my behavior, and it's been more pronounced recently.  I suppose that's what happens when you live full time as your wife's "wife."  It's almost a 24/7 thing and every day brings out my femininity, but I think Sundays seem to be the best example.

For starters, weekends are always big sports days.  There seem to be dozens of professional and college sporting events on television, some of them real "big games" in their respective sports.  I used to be what many would call a sports junkie.  I followed our professional and college teams with a religious zeal and would often change my schedule to watch certain games.  Now, the only time I watch them is if Diane wants to see the game or golf match as well.  She decides.  Otherwise, I keep myself busy doing more ladylike things.

Another thing that's changed so much is my shopping habits.  In the times we live in, Sundays are the biggest shopping day of the week.  Many people don't remember the days of "blue laws" and when just about everything was closed on Sundays.  Instead of sitting home in front of the boob tube on Sundays now, I'm often gone shopping with Diane, checking out the latest deals for clothes or items for the home.  I enjoy the fact that she routinely asks me my opinion on clothes she's interested in buying and often suggests things I would look nice in.

Finally, when at home on Sundays, you can usually find me in a dress as opposed to something more casual.  It reminds me of the days when "Sunday best" was something special - just like a 1950's housewife.  I also enjoy getting dressed for a somewhat formal Sunday dinner; something I've prepared while wearing one of my favorite aprons.  While I'm doing that, Diane may be the one enjoying the game on television!

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Being "Flirty"

There's a couple of "flirty" themes to this post today.  One has to do with what I'm wearing around the house today, and the other has to do with the wedding we attended last night.

I've always been a lover of the old fashioned frilly aprons like the one's you used to see in the 1950's or 1960's in movies, magazines, etc.  This Christmas, one of the many feminine type gifts I got from Diane was a pretty pink apron made by a company called Flirty Aprons.  It's one of my favorites and Diane has given me permission to order another one from the company. 

I'm wearing it now as I go about doing a few domestic tasks and will be wearing it when I prepare and serve dinner later this afternoon.  I'm sure you'll agree that prancing about in this apron (called the "Strawberry Shortcake") certainly helps make you feel like a sissy and a wife.

As to the wedding last night, Diane got a chance to see some friends she hasn't seen in a very long time.  One friend was a guy who was in her class in high school.  We sat at the same table as he and his wife and it wasn't long before there was some mutual flirtation going on between he and Diane.  When his wife left to go talk to someone, he asked me if I minded if he danced with Diane and after telling him it was fine, they spent the next several dances together on the dance floor, some of them very slow waltzes where they seemed to be having a good time.  The flirtation continued throughout the evening until it was time to leave.

On the way home, Diane asked me if I was upset that she had danced with Brian.  She knows me well and could sense I was a little upset.  Not at the dancing, but at the flirting.  I told her how I felt and we had a very little spat about it.  It's really my fault.  I want her to cuckold me, and when something like this happens I get jealous and confused.  Maybe I'm not a good cuckold candidate.   However, I want it so badly and part of me was excited at what went on last night.  We just need to talk about it more.

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