Cuckold & Housewife Duties

For most men (real men) three days away on a business trip doesn't mean they return to a few days worth of housework.  Maybe for some, but not many.  It's different for a submissive who's in a situation like mine.

There's plenty to do.  There's a few days worth of laundry, some ironing, dusting and plenty of errands to run.  i have to go to the grocery store, the hardware store and the dry cleaners.  The trip to the hardware store isn't to pick up anything that would require manly skills, unless changing light bulbs falls into that category.  No, none of my tasks today remotely resemble anything masculine.

It may not sound like too much to do, but it's compounded by the fact that i'm going to be gone most of today because of a monthly volunteer commitment.  The housework will be waiting for me when i get home.

There's one particular task however that's always more "significant" than the others.  It's significant because of the powerful symbolism it carries.  It speaks volumes about our relationship and my status.  And it's a task i've already performed because Diane insisted i get it completed last night.

The task?  Changing the sheets in our bed.  i do it regularly so it's no big deal.  But having to do it after Diane and Paul have made love in our marital bed is a big deal.

This time, i changed the sheets a full day after they made love on Wednesday.  Since i was away i couldn't do it on Wednesday evening.  Diane purposely waited until i returned so that i could change the sheets.

Diane could have done it herself.  She used to change the sheets but it's been a long time since She's done it.  As a Dominant Wife with a submissive sissy wife of Her own, She doesn't have to.

i believe Diane enjoys the significance that the task now carries.  With Paul making regular visits, it's likely i'm going to be the only one changing the sheets in our bed.

love,

sissy terri

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The Traveling Sissy

i've actually missed posting here even though there is not much to report in the way of my life as a married sissy cuckold.  Diane continues to see Paul on a very regular bases, especially now that i'm traveling frequently because of my consulting business. 

Our home is available to them at most all times during the week and they certainly take advantage of it.  Knowing that Diane is in our marital bed with another man at any given time evokes strong emotional feelings not just from me but for Diane as well.  She mentioned the other day that as they're making love, She her excitement is heightened thinking of how She's cuckolding me!

A funny thing did happen last week just before one of their hookups at our home.  They went for a late afternoon lovemaking session and just as the two of them pulled up into our driveway, the cleaning lady was coming out the front door.  Diane had forgotten that the cleaning lady had told Her she would be at our place later that day instead of her regular 8 AM start!  Diane laughed that Paul was nervous and didn't know what to do.  Diane simply greeted the woman and introduced Paul as a friend of ours.

The situation made me think of how erotic it might be if i were at home doing my normal housework while dressed en femme and Diane came in for an afternoon session with Paul.  That particular fantasy excites as much as any other but i also know that it's also highly unlikely to ever happen to me!

i also had a little bit of an embarrassing situation while going through airport security on my way home last week.  i usually get away with just carry-on luggage and this trip was no different.  My luggage was randomly selected for extra screening and the FAA official (a mature matronly looking woman) got to see all of my pretty unmentionables (panties, bras and a couple of very pretty nighties).

i did my best to appear as if nothing was out of the ordinary and so did she but i could feel myself getting red from embarrassment while waiting for the luggage check to be over.  She did a better job than i did of appearing as if all were normal.  When it was over she simply handed the luggage back to me, said thanks and gave me a smile.  It was a big smile too.  Wonder what She was thinking?

Since then, i've thought about ways to keep the lingerie as discreet as possible in a small piece of luggage.  i don't want to have to check luggage all the time because it's such a time waster.  This week, i put my lingerie in an extra large kitchen plastic bag like the ones you would use to freeze things.  You can see that it's lingerie inside but you can also tell that there's nothing else in there.  My thought is that this would probably keep them from handling every piece of lingerie while in relatively full view of other passengers.  i haven't got selected for the random check this week yet, but if i do we'll see if this idea is any better.

Along the same idea, i looked at a few things on the web that might help my situation and came across this pretty little item that is made exclusively for packing bras and lingerie while traveling.  It might prevent all your lingerie from being held up and on display for all to see, but the item itself is sure to make a sissy like me blush.

If you're interested, i think it's available at Smartbroad.com.

Love,

sissy terri

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Cuckolding, then Sissy Sex

The whole cuckolding dynamic seemed to intensify for both Diane and I as a result of her meeting with Brian on Wednesday.  I sat down and tried to put together a post yesterday but just couldn't seem to concentrate.  Wednesday evening was both emotionally difficult yet perversely satisfying to me.  Perhaps the most difficult thing to deal with was that Diane seemed almost blissful about the evening.

At about the time I thought they'd be halfway through their romantic encounter, my cell phone rang while I was on the practice putting green at a nearby driving range and practice facility.  Diane called and asked how I was doing and what time I expected to be home.  I told her I'd be there around 7 PM as planned.  "Eight o'clock sounds great" she said, and added an "I love you too" before hanging up.  I couldn't help but wonder if Brian had gotten there late, or if they just wanted more time together?

I haven't had the opportunity (sometimes I really wish I would) to talk with others in even remotely similar situations to mine.  I thought that after seeing Brian and having enjoyable sex with him, Diane would be more subdued, distant and probably even cold towards me in the immediate aftermath of their time together.  Wednesday was nothing like that.  Instead I got home a little after 8 PM, Diane appeared invigorated, happy and content.  Content with what had happened, but not content in that she didn't want more fun.

"Pretty yourself up upstairs and I'll be there in a minute" was what she greeted me with.  She was dressed in a dark purple satin robe I had bought her for her birthday a few years ago.  She looked like a woman who had just had sex.  A peck on the cheek and I was on my way to our bedroom.

I ignored the signs of sex that were all around.  The rumpled bed, her bra and panties that had been tossed on the floor next to what was usually my side of the bed.  There was one used condom on the nightstand, again on my side.  On a chair in a corner of the room lay the nightie I had set out for her on the bed.  I wondered if she had even used it.  I undressed and was slipping on a pink camisole with matching tap pants when I heard her coming up the stairs.

"It's your turn to get some cock tonight honey" she said with a smile, "but first, you know what you have to do."

I did know.  She went to the bed, laid on her back,  opened her robe and spread her legs.  "Go down on me and lick my well fucked pussy" she said in her most dominant voice.  She came so quickly that she held my head there for another orgasm.  I wondered how many that was for her that night?

When I had satisfied, it was time for her to have a little fun with me.  "Get ready" was all she said.  She went into our walk-in closet and got her strap-on and leather harness.  She walked back with a tube of lubricant and had me help her with the harness. 

"Get on all fours.  I want to take you the same way Brian took me tonight."  The words were sharp and stinging.  Short and to the point, they summarized the direction our relationship had taken in recent months and weeks.

No sooner had I gotten into position I heard her open the tube of lube and start applying it to her rubber dildo and then to my ass.  Laughingly, she said "I'm sorry, I forgot to make you suck it first.  I'm sure you're disappointed.  I'll just fuck you longer.  Ok honey?"

I was shocked by her attitude and by how much fun she was having, how much she seemed to be enjoying all of this.  "Ready?" she asked.  A slap on my ass reminded me that she expected an answer.  "Yes, I am" I said.  Another slap, this one much harder.  "Yes what?"  I got it right this time.  "Yes, Mistress."  I felt the tip of her cock make contact with my bottom.

Diane wasn't particularly rough.  She never is.  Sometimes, she just fucks me harder than others.  Last night was one of those times and in addition, as promised she did it longer.  She takes extreme care not to hurt me during her initial penetration and has the ability to sense when I am comfortable and begins to get into her groove. 

With her hands on my hips she told me how much she loved making love to her "wife" and how well I responded to her lovemaking.  "I thoroughly enjoy sissy sex with you terri" she told me, "and it's even better knowing how much you enjoy it as well." 

When she told me how Brian had taken her in the very position she was taking me, I couldn't control myself any longer.  I came with abandon and she slid in and out of me even harder.  "That's it honey, cum just like I did, cum like a good girl."  I collapsed but Diane had other ideas.  She pulled me back up and continued to do slide in and out of me.  The fucking continued for several more minutes until she said she had had enough.

Only then did she take me into her arms and kiss me deeply.  We had plenty to talk about before we finally got to sleep that night. 

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A Cuckold Date for Diane

"I need you to get all your housework done by early afternoon" Diane told me this morning.  "Brian will be over later in the day for a few hours.  I also need you to disappear until around 7 PM."

Keeping to her strategy to only let me know about her plans with Brian at the last minute, or even after they'd been together, I wasn't told about this next meeting until she was ready to leave for the office this morning.  As I explained before in this post, she believes I get too anxious about the whole thing in the days leading up to their meetings and, by doing it this way, I'll be less on edge. 

"Take the bed down and leave a sexy nightgown laying across it" she added.  "Make sure the bedroom looks real nice."  Brian will once again take my wife in our marital bed. 

She sensed my initial shock but knew I'd get over it.  Before I could really get going with Wednesday's housework (which I usually take care of at a rather leisurely pace) she took my hand and pulled me close to her.  "I know you would probably enjoy it more if we could be  more open about our lifestyle with Brian, and you could stay here and watch, but I doubt it will we'll ever be able to get to that point with him" she said.

She's right.  I know I would probably have a hard time at first, just watching my wife with another man.  But like everything else that's happened with us, I would get used to it and I would enjoy it.  Now that I'm required to "disappear" when Brian comes over, I really wish I could be a full-fledged cuckold in front of the both of them.

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A Cuckold's Emotions

I couldn't wait for Diane to get home last night.  I could tell from her voice earlier that she was in a very playful and loving mood when she told me to look sexy for her when she got home.  As much as I went back and forth on what to wear for her, I realize that she would have loved anything I had chosen.

The short nightie I chose, sort of a babydoll style with matching panties was accompanied by some white thigh high stockings with bows on them.  The nightie was a pastel yellow and the thigh highs were white.  I put a white pearl necklace on as well and some white heels.

When Diane walked through the door, she raised her eyebrows, smiled and let out a sexy cat whistle!  "Don't we look pretty tonight" she said.  She put her things down and took me in her arms as we kissed softly.   The kiss was one that revealed her intentions:  she wanted to make love to me, and she wanted me to please her.

She chose to make love to me first, and it was as emotionally satisfying an experience as I've had in many months.  She knows what I enjoy, and I was soon on my back at the edge of the bed with my nighty pulled up to reveal my smooth chest, while Diane slid her strap-on into me like an expert.  She touched my cock softly as I got more excited and milked me to a beautiful orgasm.  I licked my juices from her fingers as she fed me. 

Diane allowed me to relax for a few minutes as she lay on top of me, her smooth breasts against my own.  We kissed passionately, and soon I was pleasing her like I always do.  Her orgasm was a powerful one.  She moaned more than usual and squeezed my head so hard I thought I might pass out.  Lovingly, she thanked me for being so attentive to her.  The evening seemed absolutely perfect.

After changing so that I could prepare some dinner for her, I poured her a glass of white wine and she relaxed in the den while I went about my chores.  I could hear her on the phone a couple of times on different calls.   Her phone rang once and I realized she was talking to Brian.  She talked with him for about 15 minutes and as she headed into the kitchen I heard her say it was time for dinner and she was looking forward to next week.

We made some small talk at dinner and she once again told me how pretty I looked when she got home and how enjoyable the evening was.  I asked her when she was seeing Brian again and she told me that plan was for them to get together next Wednesday, probably around mid afternoon.  What she said next wasn't necessarily a surprise, but just the same it set my emotions on a roller coaster ride once again.

"I'd like to meet him here.  The hotel thing is pretty risky for both of us.  Too many people around her know the both of us and we don't want to risk it."

I hesitated and said "Okay."

"You'd have to disappear for three or four hours that afternoon.  I told him Wednesday would work because you're usually out on Wednesdays playing golf and not back until dinner time.  I used that to convince him it was safe to be here.  It would be even better if I told him you were out of town."

So many thoughts plowed through my brain at one time.  Many of them questions to myself.  I wondered if Diane, when she had an affair many years ago, had brought a man home to sleep in our bed?  As an "open cuckold" now, does another man sleeping in the marital bed make it more official?  Why was I aroused yet feeling down at the same time?

"Just say I'm out of town.  I'll find something to do" I said. 

She came over, kissed me and gave me a loving hug.   "I still love you and always will you know."

"I know you do" I told her.

The humiliation that comes with letting another man make love to my wife in our bed is going to be with me before it even happens. 

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