Cuckold Weekend

My hunch that something was brewing this weekend correct when Karen told me she would be staying with us Saturday night.  It turns out that both of Debbie's lovers, Tony and Hal, will be "stopping by" this weekend.

Debbie told me last night that Tony sounded especially "horny and nasty" on the phone yesterday.  He's getting away for a few hours under the pretense that he'll be watching the football games with some friends.  And Hal is in town visiting relatives for the weekend.

Debbie will certainly be fulfilled this weekend.

I hope I'm allowed to get my share too.

Weekend visitor

Hal's visiting Debbie this weekend, probably on Saturday afternoon.

"Why don't you surprise him at the door in your maids outfit?  He'd like that" Debbie said.

Like an idiot, I took it as a suggestion and didn't give her the impression I was all in on the idea.

It didn't take her long to say "Better yet, just do it."

Hal tends to follow Debbie's lead.  In other words, if he sees she's into dominating and humiliating me, he feels right at home and does the same.  If all she's interested in is sex with him, then he ignores me totally.

If her mood doesn't change by tomorrow, it could be interesting. 

The Weekend Sissy Maid

It's Saturday afternoon, Debbie's upstairs with Hal and I'm downstairs prancing around in heels and my maids uniform.  We have a cleaning lady so there's not much to do, but Debbie has me polishing the silverware.  Honestly, it's just a humiliating task for me to do while she's in bed with her lover.  She'll inspect it when she's done with Hal and probably have me do some over again.

I guess polishing silverware is typical maid duty.  At least that's what Debbie says.

There's another duty that I'll be expected to complete before the afternoon is over.  It's not exactly polishing, but it does involve keeping something clean.  It's also not part of a typical maid's duties, unless it's a cuckolded sissy maid.

An Insignificant Cuckold

I intended to follow up on Saturday's post yesterday, but decided to wait until today to get my thoughts together.  It was just a weird day and a weird sort of ending to Debbie's rendezvous with Hal.

I stayed downstairs the entire time they were upstairs together in our bedroom.  I occupied myself by polishing the silverware and a few other things while dressed in my maids uniform.  One can only polish those spoons so many times and I turned on the television to watch a basketball game.  It's hard to get into a game when you're dressed like I was.  But I tried.

Time passed and I was surprised at how long they were staying upstairs.  I heard the lovemaking at times but it was lasting longer than usual.  Also, I hadn't been called up at all.  Usually, I'm summoned to clean up and to be honest, it was something I was looking forward to.

It was almost 5 PM when Hal came down fully dressed, said he was running late and had to head out.  There was a brief "thanks" and a "see you in a few weeks" and then he was gone.  The game I was watching was relatively close and there was only a few minutes left so I decided to finish watching it.  When it was over, I decided to head upstairs to see Debbie and do my cuckold clean-up duty.

Much to my disappointment, she was in the shower.  She saw me in the bathroom through the shower doors and said "Are you going to stay dressed like that all night?  We're meeting Laurie and Bret at their place at 6 before heading out to dinner.  Hurry up and change." 

I was more than just disappointed.  I was downright pissed.  But I obeyed.  For one thing, my cock was throbbing in The Birdlock and very uncomfortable.  The discomfort isn't so bad when you get to serve like a cuckold is supposed to.  The subspace you find helps lessen the pain and discomfort.  There would be no such subspace, and no time to take a warm shower to help soothe my privates. 

I changed and we met our vanilla friends for dinner.  All night I kept thinking about how insignificant I was to Debbie on Saturday.  She sensed my disappointment even though I tried my best not to show it. 

She was mostly dismissive about what happened.  When we got home I got a "I hope you're not upset" from her.  I told her I was a little disappointed.  "Well, we just lost track of time.  I'll try to make it up to you later this week.  Tony might be over" she answered with a smile. 

She didn't even check on the silverware to see if I had done a good job.  Talk about being insignificant.

 

She could have at least let me watch.