[NOTE - Anyone who is just beginning to read my blog might want to read the following early entries in my blog about my sissy journey before reading this latest entry: - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - – - - - - - - - - - - – - . These are the previous posts that tell the story about my sissy journey.]
The last words my cheerleader’s quarterback said to me before he left our house Sunday morning were, “I can’t wait to read about this.” A half hour before he uttered those words I’d been summoned to our bedroom where I found my cheerleader’s quarterback over top of her pumping her full of his cum, her legs spread wide and pinned back by his strong arms. When I walked into the room her eyes locked on mine as he finished inside of her. Then, with a crook of her finger, she beckoned me beside them and whispered, “Clean us sissy.” And I did. Afterwards, I went downstairs to prepare them breakfast while they showered together.
After my cheerleader’s quarterback left us, the two of them kissing deeply at the door, she turned to me and smiled. She is always so satisfied when she’s been with him. So much has happened in our lives and their relationship since I last posted over a year ago. Back then, she and I were in agreement that we should not expose my sissy nature to her quarterback. Since then, and after much discussion, we have. He has accepted me for what I am and I have been participating with them in much the same way I previously had with other of my cheerleader’s boyfriends. And it is, perhaps, that relationship that we have built with the three of us that may have saved me in the long run.
My cheerleader led me into our den and we sat. Smiling at me, she asked me how I felt about the night before. I know I turned beet red. The night before. The night before was one of the more humiliating and embarrassing nights I can ever remember. I told her so. I had no idea where this conversation was going. I was so worried that my cheerleader was going to lay down the law and issue an ultimatum about me and my sissy nature and where we were going as a married couple. I have always known she was turning a blind eye to my blogging, but I thought she simply accepted it as just another kink, so long as she didn’t have to see it. The night before blew that illusion out of the water.
My cheerleader knew about my blogs and had looked at and read them. But the real kicker is how she learned about them, specifically. The answer? Her quarterback. My cheerleader isn’t big on looking at porn. She is big on living it. But her quarterback? He’s a different story. He looks at Tumblr. What do you think the chances are that he would stumble upon my Tumblr blog? Not very high. But he did. And my avatar? I thought I chose one that no one who knew me would recognize. I didn’t count on one of the few people who had seen me dressed as a sissy would see it though. And he has. So when he saw it, he was intrigued and began investigating. And his investigation led him to my blogspot blog on which I publicly told my story about my sissy journey. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know, once my cheerleader’s quarterback read what I’d written about them, to figure out that I was the author.
Which led to last night and then, today. What is the verdict? I’m writing about it, aren’t I? If the decision were left entirely to my cheerleader, I’m not convinced that I would be posting anymore. But it seems that her quarterback had a different idea and he has convinced her that I should not only not be banned from blogging, but that I should be encouraged and required to share more. And so that is what I am doing now. My first assignment? Telling about last night and how they let me know I was discovered.
Recall the last post I wrote about my cheerleader spending a weekend in July 2014 on her quarterback’s yacht? And how he took her shopping in Annapolis after they returned to shore on that Sunday? She bought several thousand dollars worth of sexy clothing, including two similar hot pants and gingham halter-top sets my cheerleader picked out for the two of us to wear. I was under the impression he did not know she’d bought anything for me. Turns out I was wrong.
Yesterday my cheerleader told me her quarterback was coming over to spend the night with us and that I was going to be very involved on this visit. She chose those outfits for us to wear last night. My cheerleader wore her tight, white hot pants and her red gingham halter-top, high heels and very pretty makeup. I wore pantyhose under my tight pink hot pants and my pink gingham halter-top, also high heels, and bright red lipstick and makeup. I looked over the top sissy. My cheerleader just looked hot. And where her hot pants revealed a perfectly shaved cameltoe, mine revealed the distinct outline of my chastity cage. When my cheerleader’s quarterback showed up he was clearly pleased with the way we were dressed. But it is what he said that gave me my first hint of how the evening might go. He said, “Well, well, you do look like you are comfortable in the outfit I bought you sissy.” I was so embarrassed. My cheerleader didn’t say anything, but I sensed she was enjoying my discomfort.
After initial greetings, they went out back to our screened in porch and I brought them drinks. They relaxed while I prepared dinner for them. Serving my cheerleader and her quarterback has become commonplace since we revealed my role in our marriage to him about a year ago. From the first time my cheerleader revealed me to him, her quarterback has been very accepting of me. In fact, I think he gets off on the fact that he has the relationship he has with her, as compared to me. It wasn’t until later that the surprise my cheerleader had told me her quarterback had for me was revealed. After dinner and a few more drinks, he announced it was time for bed and they stood to go up to our bedroom. I figured I would clean up and then go to sleep in the guest room as I usually did. Instead, my cheerleader’s quarterback told me to come with them. My cheerleader nodded at me as if to assure me that I had not misheard him. I was going with them to our bedroom.
When we got up there he told me to undress my cheerleader for him. I was becoming very uncomfortable. I had shared many sexual moments with them, but it was usually purely in my clean up role and after they had been together. This was a first. Me undressing my cheerleader for him. She seemed to be in on it with him, as she did not protest or offer any resistance. And so, slowly, I began undressing her. I untied he halter-top and let it fall free into my hands, revealing her full tanned breasts. Her quarterback was looking at us intently as I undressed my wife for him. Then, I unsnapped her hot pants and unzipped them, helping her shimmy out of them. She was not wearing panties, so her smoothly shaved mound was on full view as I helped her out of her pants. He told her to climb onto the bed. As she did, he pulled his shirt off over his head, and I realized he was going to get naked too while I stood there. But instead, after tossing his shirt to the side, he told me, “Pull my pants off of me sissy.” I was beyond humiliated. I had never done that for him. I had done it for other boyfriends of my cheerleader. But not her ex-husband! Looking at my cheerleader for some sort of explanation, she just nodded. And so I began to unfasten his pants. My hands were trembling as I pulled his zipper down and tugged his pants off of his hips and to the floor. His boxer shorts were tenting in front. He said, “Pull them off too sissy.” And so I pulled them down to the floor and helped him step out of them. Now, standing before me was my cheerleader’s big, strong quarterback, completely nude, his hard cock bobbing in front of my face. I began to stand but he put his hand on my shoulder, holding me down, pushing me to my knees. “Suck it Leeanne.” I was stunned! He called me “Leeanne!” Leeanne! He called me by my sissy name. He knew my sissy name! I was immediately lost and disoriented. How could he know?!
As if sensing he had me confused, he said, “Suck it Leeanne. Pretend it’s a big black cock if you want to. You would like that, wouldn’t you?” I looked up at him, the fear of realizing he knew about me evident. “Suck my cock Leeanne,” he repeated, emphasizing my name. I gave my cheerleader one last look. She was observing me closely. She said, “We know baby. We know. Now do what he says.” And so, realizing that my secret was out – not that I was a sissy – but that I had shared our story with the world – I began sucking my cheerleader’s quarterback’s cock. As I did, he held me at the back of my head and began slowly fucking my mouth. After a few minutes he said, “You know? I have some black friends who played football with me. Maybe I could get one to let you suck his cock. Would you like that Leeanne?” I didn’t say anything. I kept sucking him as he as slowly pushing in and out of my mouth, his thick cock filling me. I could feel him pulsing between my lips when he said, “You want it on your face Leeanne? I know you like that. You post a lot of photos of men cumming all over pretty girls’ faces. You like that?” With his hard cock in my mouth I was unable to reply and then, suddenly, he pulled out of my mouth and began spraying his cum all over my face. When he was done he rubbed his cock all over my face, spreading his cum all over me, saying, “I know you like that Leeanne. Don’t you?” I was completely defeated and humiliated by then, speechless to say anything. Then, he told me to leave and clean myself up. And so I did, leaving him and my cheerleader to our bed for the night, while I retired to our guest room to worry all night long about the consequences I knew must be awaiting me from my cheerleader the next day. It was one of the longest and most anxiety filled nights of my life.
I have no idea where this is going now. I feel I’ve lost all control. But I made this bed, so I’m going to sleep in it. I hope my cheerleader and her quarterback approve of this post.