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Sunday, 12 March 2017

My Fantasy.

The problem with being a cross-dressing househusband is that the society is too backward to accept it. People just do not like the idea of letting other people live their lives as per their choice. The result is that my social circle is a big zero.

Many of my FB friends have been asking me to share my stories more frequently. However, the problem is that nothing new is happening in my life and I don’t want to bore anyone with my same routine of wearing sarees, dollingup for my wife and pressing her legs on her return from office.

Last night, as I was chatting with a friend Pranav on FB, he told me that I was living a life that is a fantasy for him and wondered as to what is my fantasy.  Well, my fantasy is to live in a world where I have  a few friends who also crossdress and with whom, I can actually meet .

Pranav suggested that I should write a fantasy about meeting a couple of similar friends. He even suggested a few ideas for a story so that at least my blog and FB page should not be inactive.
I am again warning my readers that this is a fantasy and not a real lifetime experience unlike the other entries on my blog and FB page.

Last Monday evening, G brought me a beautiful yellow saree, complete with a blouse and petticoat.  I thanked her and went to the kitchen to get her customary glass of bear. G came from behind and caught hold of my breasts. G asked me as to when do I plan to wear this saree. I jokingly told her that probably, she should have brought me a new pair of bra and panties since that is all that I am allowed to wear on her return. Even if I wore the saree, I shall have to remove it before her return.  G laughed at that time but later, when I danced for her on super hit ‘rangeela’ song, she made me sit on her lap and after giving a lingering kiss, told me that this weekend, 2 of her friends along with their husbands would be coming for dinner and I should wear this saree that day. 

I was virtually shocked at G’s callous attitude. Till now G had introduced me as her cousin sister to the very very occasional visitor/neighbors to our household but it was clear that this time she will be introducing me as her husband. All of them shall see me in women’s clothing and make fun of me. Next morning, they shall inform her other colleagues, making me a laughing stock. However, G was so excited about her friends meeting that she didn’t look at my ashen face and went to the bedroom to work on her laptop. That night, while making love to me, she again remarked “ PILI SAREE ME QUAYAMAT LAGOGE TUM” ( You shall be looking very beautiful in yellow saree ). I was close to tears.

G was very busy that week at her office and a little tense too. I did not have the guts to talk about the weekend party. G never discusses her office tensions with me but I always find out by the way she fucks me. The intensity and wildness increase in proportion. The tenderness during love making goes away and that is a signal for me “ DO NOT DISTURB”.

The D day arrived and I had made all preparations for the party. G appeared to be in good mood. I brought her bed tea wearing my most seductive and transparent bra and panty. After the traditional fondling and pinching session, I asked her “Do you really want me to wear this yellow saree in front of your friends? I think that the black 3 piece suit shall be a better option”. G gave me an odd look and said firmly” it does not matter as to what you think. You shall do as I tell you. I have already told my friends that I make you wear women’s clothing and they don’t believe. That is the actual reason for the party tonight.”. I just bowed my head.

G left for office at 9AM after giving me the usual kiss and pinching my back and I also sent her off with a warm smile. After that, I sat on the chair and gave myself 15 minutes of rest with food for thought. On one hand, I was angry with G that to show off her friend her macho attitude, she was going to embarrass me and on the other hand, I was worried for preparations for dinner. Finally, I stood up with a deep sigh, fully aware that I was G’s property and she had a right to do whatever she liked.

One of the few good things that my step mother had done was to train me to be a very good cook. G is a strict vegetarian and in last 5 years, I have given her no occasion to complain about the taste. I had decided to give my best today. Her friends might say tomorrow that G’s husband is a faggot but they shall not have a chance to say that he is a bad cook.

All arrangement having finished by 4PM, I started getting ready for party. I took a steam bath and shaved all my body as usual and applied body lotions. I wore matching bra and panty.  The yellow saree was definitely pretty and I wore matching set of black pearls, dark red lipstick and yellow colored bangles.

Just imagine my surprise and relief when the evening guests turned out to be her boss Ms Kamya and colleague Ms. Aashu. Both of them are tomboys like G and have househusbands who had accompanied them. Both Aniket and Shanu are in to cross-dressing and were dressed in sarees complete with sindoor, bindi, matching ornaments and bangles. Both of them came directly to my kitchen to help me out as the ladies sat in the drawing room drinking whisky and sharing jokes while I served them delicious snacks. All 3 of us shared our experiences. They particularly wanted to know as to how I made G to quit smoking and I obliged. After the ladies had finished dinner and went out for a walk, we sat down to take dinner in the same respective plates and also finish their leftovers. Aniket and shanu offered to help me in washing utensils but I politely declined. The 3 musketeers (as we jokingly called them) returned from walk and it was time to say good bye. We exchanged phone numbers and Ms Kamya announced that they shall be the hosts for next month get together.

That night, when G had unmounted me after a vigorous sex, I asked her “why didn’t you tell me earlier and keep me tense these last few days”. She smiled with a twinkle in her eyes and answered “you perform better in bed, when you are tense”.

Monday, 16 January 2017

Her US visit

I had decided not to update my blog anymore since no one seems interested and no one leaves any comments. However many of my fb friends have prevailed upon me to update it again.

G recently had to go to US for 15 days as the head of operations of US subsidiary of her company had fallen sick and some problems had started there.  She had to stay there for 15 days and I was all alone in our flat for a fortnight.

For the first 2 days, I almost enjoyed the sudden independence. I could sleep late in the morning, wear whatever I like and even tried a little swig from the bottle of scotch that G keeps in her cupboard. ( It was very bitter and I had to take a spoon of sugar afterwards)

Next 2 days I scrubbed the entire flat and the floors were shining like diamond. I prepared pickles of carrots which G likes a lot, tried cooking some new variants of Italian pasta.( disaster).

I was absolutely dismayed and disgusted by the end of the week. G has become my soul and to live without her was extremely depressing. I could sleep fully clothed in her absence and even though I have difficulty in falling asleep in nude some times, I just could not sleep properly with my clothes on.

On 31st December, G called me in after noon and told me that she shall wish me new year at midnight on video call. From her manner, I could easily guess that she was missing me as well. I had an idea and started practicing dancesteps on a very old and slow song.

My preparations started at 8.30pm. I wore a bright red saree. I didn’t wear a blouse and chose a black bra. As I was finishing my makeup, G called at 10.30. In a flash, I realised that it must be nearing midnight in US. I started the song “ Tumhen yaad karte karte, Jayegi rain saari, tum le gaye ho apne, sang neend bhi hamari” on music system and accepted the skype video call.

G immediately complimanted me on my dress and asked me to stand a little away from webcam so that she may see my full image. As I moved,  I started a very slow and sensual dance for her. In case, any one has heard this song from the movie “Aamrapali”, it is a very slow song and is not a dance number but the wordings were most appropriate.

As the song progressed, I dropped my palloo and slowly removed my saree. Petticoat also went down and I was only in a bra and panty, doing a strip tease on video call. As G started the countdown of New year, I removed my bra and at the stroke of midnight, removed my panty before her. G kissed her side of the screen and wished me Happy new year. She was clearly aroused and I was wondering as to what shall happen when she is back.

G was back on 5th jan  and I was waiting for her at the door. In almost 8 years of our marriage, I am wise enough not to wear costly garments when she returns after a gap in our sex life as she tears apart my clothes in excitement but nothing of the sort happened this time. As I bent down to touch her feet, she picked me up, kissed me and asked me to bring some snacks for her. As I came back, she was preparing a glass of her favourite scotch. I was arranging the snacks plates on the table when she asked me to get in to the same dress and perform the same striptease for her.

G was settled in her favourite armchair when I entered the room. She had already fixed the music system and started the same song with the touch of a remote.

It shall be pointless to say that I was not able to complete the dance. My bra and panty were torn apart, I was pushed on the bed and it was one of the hardest fuck in my whole married life.

Wednesday, 19 October 2016

आज करवाचौथ का निर्जल व्रत है। सुबह से न तो कुछ खाया है और न ही पानी की एक बूँद गले में डाली है।
आज का दिन ही कुछ खास है क्योंकि साधारणतया सुबह दस बजे तक भूख लगने लगती है लेकिन आज नहीं।
G ने office से फोन कर के कहा कि कुछ खा पी लो, ऐसा व्रत मत करो। 
मेरे मना करने पर कहने लगीं कि तुम्हें भूखे प्यासे रहने में क्या मज़ा आ रहा है?
मैंने मन ही मन कहा कि ये समझ ही नहीं सकतीं कि आज के दिन भूखा प्यासा रहने में जो आनंद है वो छप्पन भोगों में भी नहीं।

Sunday, 20 September 2015

My Punishment.

G was recently down with Viral fever. She was all the time irritable and not eating food properly. However, there was no cold and cough which got me suspicious. I had recently read in newspaper that a fever, without cold and cough may also be Malaria, Typhoid or The dreaded Dengue fever.
On my insistence, she reluctantly spoke to one of her doctor friend on telephone who advised her to take Crocin tab only and let the body immunity fight the virus.

On the fourth day of her fever, I got really worried. She was consistently having fever more than 102 F. She was regularly going to the office but not eating anything. In the night, she used to perspire so much that I had to change the bed sheet every day.

That night, my fb friend, Sameer, advised me to contact my father in law as G was not ready to go to the doctor. I called up my father in law that morning after G had left for office. He asked me to get the milk of goat for G and told me that he shall reach Delhi by 2.00 PM.

Getting the Goat’s milk was easier said than done. Even though I knew that the family living in tents just outside our society keeps goats but to go out is a project for me. Changing in to male attire is not very time consuming but removing the bangles, ear tops, nosepin and anklets takes time. Fortunately, the Mehandi that I had applied on my palms on Teej festival had lost colour by now but removing the nail polish took a lot of time. Only a full cd or a married Indian woman can understand the problem in removing Bichuas ( a silver ring worn on toes ). I decided not to remove them to save time and wore shoes and socks over them instead. The shoes were tight fitting as I had not worn them since more than 2 months and played havoc with my toes later but I was able to get the goats milk without lifting the eyebrows of any neighbour. Going and coming back took only 25 minutes but changing in to male attire and later getting back in to my usual saree with makeup took almost 4 hours.

My father in law reached G’s office directly and scolded her in the presence of all her colleagues for not taking proper precautions during the Dengue epidemic in Delhi. He took G to a doctor who prescribed some blood tests. The tests were negative for Dengue and the doctor prescribed some medicines and told her father not to worry. Both of them came home at 5.00 PM. The father in law gave me a customary scolding for not taking good care of his daughter and was off to his village as he had some urgent work at hand.

Now G was in real bad mood. She was mad at me for informing her father especially as the tests had proved that my fears were baseless. All my efforts to tell her that I had did this because of my love and care for her, fell on deaf ears and she announced that she will decide on a suitable punishment tomorrow. Its needless to say that her fever had gone by now. 

I could not sleep that night properly.  “What shall be the punishment” was the question in my mind. My fb friend, Sameer had prophesied that it shall be a strapon but I was afraid for something more. During the 6 years of our marriage, G has never spanked or slapped me but my sleep was full of nightmares.

I cracked the problem early in the morning. I knew that G gets irritable if she does not get sex for few days and this time also, a gap of 5 consecutive days was there due to her fever. I brought the bed tea for her clad in my sexiest bra and panty and told her in a sexy voice to wait as I had forgotten to bring sugar. As I walked out of the room, I ensured the right movements of my hips as if in a catwalk. It shall be pointless to tell my readers that the tea got cold as a fierce lovemaking session ensued. It was repeted after 2 hours as all her anger melted and she actually thanked me later for taking so much trouble for getting goat’s milk and fruits for her.

Monday, 25 May 2015

My ambivalent Feelings

Today I am proud of G.
My stepmother, Mrs.Gupta, called me on phone yesterday. The last time we had talked was about 6 years ago when I had informed her that I was getting married and she has severed all contact with me and had refused to attend my wedding.
It so happens that my step brother wants to start a new business and sell our ancestral home for funds. The potential buyers, after checking all documents had decided that I hold an equal share in that property and my signatures were necessary for sale. With the advent of time, that property is now worth 120 million Rs. (about 2 million US dollars).
I told her that I cannot sign any papers without the permission of G and I shall talk to her after she returns from office. All the bitter memories of my pre marriage days flashed before my eyes and I severed the connection quickly.

So, last night, during our post coital session, snuggling in the arms of G, I told her about the phone call. “They have been so cruel to me, now is the time for payback. I have an equal share in this property and we shall demand half the money” I said.
“No darling” said G as she started fondling my breasts, “ I had promised her that you shall forfeit all your inheritance before our marriage. A promise is a promise.”
“But she is a wicked soul” I protested. “I know sweetie pie” G winked at me “but I am indebted to her. Had she not been so wicked, you would not have been lying naked in my bed today.”
As I tried to cover my face with my hands in shame, the conversation ended with a deep kiss on my lips and gave me a food for thought. G had just refused a sum of 1 million dollars to keep her promise. Her honor in my eyes has increased many folds even though I am not at all happy with her decision.

I must remember that now I am the property of my wife and actually she is the owner of that piece of land with the right to do whatever she wants.