Note: This story is the ninth installment in a series entitled "Brenda and Bobby". If you have not read the first eight episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this episode.
This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.
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When I got home, my first stop was the bathroom. I had to pee. I pulled down my pants and my panties and sat down to relieve myself. This had been another of Brenda's demands. She decided that since I was not a "real man", we could easily resolve the toilet seat up or down question. I would sit down to pee.
When I was done, I wiped off my clittie with a square of tissue and pulled my panties and pants back up.
I realized that I hadn't eaten since early this morning. I was hungry. I went into the kitchen and put on the lace trimmed apron that Brenda had bought for me. While I was preparing some supper, I wondered how Brenda was doing.
I knew that she was meeting Madeline, and I remembered her mentioning that there would be other women at dinner. I wondered who the other women were and whether or not I had met them at our wedding.
As I ate my dinner, I remembered that Brenda had promised Madeline that she would fill her in on all the details of our new relationship. I felt a tinge of excitement as imagined my wife telling all the girls at the table how she has feminized me and made me her submissive husband.
I tried to imagine the smirk on Madeline's face when Brenda told her that she demanded that I take her last name and change the spelling of my first name from bobby to bobbi.
I could hear the women laughing as Brenda described in detail how I had dressed her for her date and how she had taunted and teased me as I drove her to the club.
I was excited as I cleared the table and washed the dishes. My cuckold fantasies, those secret fantasies that have aroused me for all these years were all coming true tonight.
I went into the bathroom and drew a bath. I shaved my legs and my pubic area. It was Brenda's edict that my body always be smooth and hairless. Only men were permitted to have body hair. I finished my bath by washing and conditioning my hair under the shower.
As I stepped out of the tub, I imagined Brenda sitting at the table with the girls having an after dinner drink. I visualized a man walking up to her chair and asking her if she would care to dance. He was tall, and ruggedly handsome. Brenda of course would smile and accept his offer.
I was pulling on a fresh pair of panties when the telephone started to ring. I jumped up. It was really too early for Brenda to be calling. As I picked up the call. I hoped that nothing was wrong.
It was Brenda. "Hi quickspurt. How's your evening going?"
"It's very nice, I just got out of the tub." I was puzzled. "How is your evening going? I didn't expect to hear from you this early. Is everything okay?"
I heard Brenda laugh on the other end of the line. "Honey it couldn't be better. Listen baby, I ran into a guy that I used to know. He was a very close friend." She laughed. "A very very close friend if you know what I mean. We were kind of fuck buddies. His name is Gil Mitchell."
Brenda paused for a minute so I asked, "are you and Gil going to get together tonight?"
"Well yes baby, we are. That's why I am calling you. You see were coming to our house."
"Your coming here?" I was a stunned. "Yes sweetheart that's our plan. Is that a problem for you? I thought you might like it."
