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Learning About My Husband Ch. 01

By: tn_maggie



My husband taught himself to deep fry turkey. Now, if you live down south you know this is no big deal. However, if you live elsewhere you may be disgusted. Mostly, though, you should be licking your lips 'cuz it is really great!

I was bragging on him at our local stitch-n-bitch, you know that gathering of girls where we sit around knitting and talking. Ariel, our neighbor across the street, well, she about lost her mind when she found out that Tim could do a turkey that way. She insisted, and she can just take over a room, that we come over on Saturday with the deep fryer and the bird and would not take no for an answer. Do you know anyone like that?

Tim was less than enthusiastic about cooking for Ariel and her family so I had to coax him with a blow job, OK, two in order to get his agreement. Ariel was emphatic that we show at 1 PM, I was to wear my long denim skirt, heels and a cotton pullover - she was ALWAYS so precise.

I helped Tim load the peanut oil, turkey and deep fryer into our little red wagon and walk across the street. He was soooo cute pulling the wagon! We opened the fence to meet Ariel, her husband Bart and two grown boys Brisban and Kellen.

The sun was sparkling, fully warming my tingling skin as Bart and the boys eyed us up and down, temporarily interrupting the football toss they were enjoying.

"Sweet!" Exclaimed Brisban upon seeing us come through the fence. "We have our fourth," as his long arms extended to catch a spiral from his brother. 

"Cool! We can play teams," yelled out Kellen, "We've been waiting for you!"

It's nice to be wanted I was thinking to myself as Arial pointed to me demanding, "Get in the game with Bart and the boys while your husband gets setup for the turkey." 

Me? She wants me to play football? Not hardly, I'm a girly-girl. "Come on, get in the game," she said emphatically.

"Why....I'm in a dress," I stammered without conviction.

"Good for your dress," Ariel said giggling. "I Promised the boys a football game and YOU are in it."

"C'mon," Bart coaxed, grabbing my hand and trotting toward the boys. "It'll be you and me against the boys," he said smiling.

"But...I'm..." I stammered meekly as I felt a hard smack on my butt.

"Let's go!" Bart barked. "We get the ball first," as we huddled up. "OK," drawing on his hand. "You go about 10 feet and cut right. I'll throw it to you. Break!" Again slapping my butt.

"Ouch!" I exclaimed, hearing the boys giggle.

Like always I did as I was told, skirt and heels and all. Bart threw me the ball, by some quirk of fate I actually caught it and then immediately felt the sting of two hard slaps on my ass.

"Down right here," stated Brisban authoritatively. "Nice catch."

My mind was in a daze as I walked back to the huddle. Looking around I noticed that the fryer was setup near the pool but no sign of my husband and Ariel. 

"Hustle. Hustle," barked Bart as he slapped my ass. "Great catch, you're good," he added somewhat surprised.

The routine seemed to repeat. They let me catch the ball and then immediately slapped my ass. I really couldn't run in heels and skirt but I was having fun doing guy stuff. The guys were playful and fun. Taking a water break, Bart doused me with water. We all enjoyed a loud laugh. 

"Hey, get the game going. You have a cheerleader!" Ariel yelled from across the yard.

"Check this out," said Kellen somewhat in awe.

Standing in a long blonde wig and cheerleader outfit was my husband, Tim. My mouth opened and jaw dropped as he waived his pom poms yelling, "Defense! Defense!" Ariel smiled approvingly. I just stared.

Shocked I walked over to Tim. Ariel said, "Get back in the game," pointing at me.

"I need a break, can't play in a dress and heels." 

"OK, everyone barefoot," Ariel said loudly as she guided me up on a step. "I figured you'd need an adjustment," revealing a shiny scissors. Why I didn't speak up I'll never know, but she just seems to take over. Compliantly, I rotated around as she cut my $80 skirt high up my thighs. I blushed a bit as I felt a cool breeze on my legs. The guys were all mesmerized as I looked down. Ariel guided my head back up saying, "You'll see it when it's done, sweetie...there you go," holding up a big chunk of denim. Tim cheered, the guys clapped as Ariel stepped me out of my shoes. Slapping my butt hard she said, "Now, back in the game!"

Glancing at Tim we made eye contact for the first time. He looked happy and relaxed, confident actually, as he winked at me approvingly. His little mid-drift top with the big "H" on the front was covering a bra and some little boobs. I giggled, wondering what he had on underneath. I had no idea that he liked to dress up. He's too comfortable for this to be his first time I thought. His little skirt had pleats that ruffled in the wind. How cute he looked.

"Tim, what's the H for, HO?" Kellen asked teasingly. Everyone laughed making Tim blush profusely.

"There's no Tim here," said Ariel. "This is Jenny," as she brushed back the blonde locks and raised Tim's - I mean Jenny's face. "You made her blush, you meanie," Ariel giggled, making Jenny squirm.

We started the game back up while Ariel and Jenny, well mostly Jenny, cooked and cheered. I was quite mobile now, barefoot and short skirt enabled. The game's pace picked up and I, like the guys, was sweating profusely. Kellen peeled off his shirt causing Ariel to yell out, "If you take off you shirt, everyone has to." The guys looked at each other, shrugged and removed their shirts. "Hey, you're not special. Get it off," pointing at me.

Well I'm not shy but it was and odd feeling until I looked and remembered my husband was deep frying a turkey in a cheerleader outfit. Recognizing the humor of the moment I laughed to myself and pulled off my top. Looking at Ariel's stern expression, I knew that she wanted the bra gone too. 

Now bare-chested, my nipples immediately rose to attention as Ariel exclaimed, "Good girl."

"Nice nips, Mrs C," offered Kellen as Brisban punched his arm.

The boys got more rough and aggressive and I found myself on the ground a few times. Ny ass was feeling tender from all the slaps and downs and my boobs hurt from bouncing around. As I checked for progress on dinner I saw Ariel shaving Tim's legs. I was sore and tired. This was getting kind of strange...

Learning About My Husband Ch. 02



What a beautiful, sunny day. Strange as it was to be topless, playing football and watching my husband strut around, giggling, in a cheerleader outfit, I felt relaxed. Why does this feel so normal? 

"Half time," Ariel exclaimed, breaking my daydream. "All y'all come over here and get some sunscreen on before you burn up." 

Bart, Brisban and Kellen formed a line and Ariel loaded up their hands with goo which they covered themselves with. Oddly, I was ignored while giggling quietly at the spectacle of Ariel rubbing the lotion over one back, then another. Tim was busy dropping the turkey into the deep fryer, his little ruffled skirt blowing up over his back as he bent over. He's wearing ruffled panties! I can't believe this. As I walked toward him I thought how that outfit would probably look better on me.

"Where are you going Missy? Get over here before those little titties turn to fire." 

I blushed at the comment. Flustered, I covered my boobs with my hands as I walked toward Ariel and the boys.

They formed a circle as Ariel loaded up their palms with lotion. Didn't they have enough on them?

"Get her covered up good, guys. Sun poisoning is nothing to laugh about," she said matter-of-factly. 

To my surprise they all turned at once and began smearing the cool lotion all over me. "OHHHH!" I exclaimed and jumped up on my tippy toes. Inhaling dramatically, I turned around but there was no where to go. I laughed nervously and made eye contact with Tim who smiled and gave me a thumbs up. What the heck does that mean?

Ariel nudged in between Bart and Kellen grabbing my chin and lifting it upward. Turning my face from side to side with her very strong grip stretching me on my toes, "I think you took a little hit to the cheekbone..."

"Oh," I mumbled now feeling a little sore in the face and remembering an inadverdant smack from Brisban.

Meanwhile the boys were rubbing me all over and as the lotion warmed it felt really good. Greasy, but good. Keeping her grip on my face and now staring into my eyes Ariel added softly,"Yes, the legs too Kellen." 

I felt four hands on my legs and two on my chest. Their touch grew stronger. My breasts were being kneaded and I moaned out loud as I felt hands under my skirt brushing against my clit and probing my butt. My breath grew choppy as my weight shifted from foot to foot, still under Ariel's grasp. Ariel then pulled my face to hers and kissed me strongly on the lips, "You'll live," she smirked coyly.

I stared at her, in a trance, as my eyes rolled to the back of my head and their hands continued the penetration of my panties.

"Here, Mom," she doesn't need these," said Kellen as he handed my panties to here. They all laughed as I orgasmed. 

Throwing my panties up into a nearby tree she joked, "Nothing like backyard football to get the testosterone moving." My mind spun out of control with all of the images and sensations of the past few minutes. Chest heaving, gasping for air, my hands dropped to my knees as I bent over to collect myself. Slap!

"Let's go partner," Bart said as I got up from his knees. "We've got a game to play."

I could only laugh as I looked down to my shining breasts. They must have put 5 pounds of lube on me! I felt like a greased pig, yuck!

"Tim, I mean Jenny, those hairy legs have to go," I heard Ariel say as she walked toward the fryer. Looking over my shoulder as I walked toward Bart, I could see Ariel grabbing Tim's hand and walking him into the house.

We played some more football. I really don't know how or why. The ball got greasy and we couldn't hold it. Fumble after fumble. The game broke down into chaotic laughter. It resembled the schoolyard game of keep-away. Bart and the boys were no longer shy about touching me. In fact, I pretty much had hands on my boobs or butt at all times.

Ariel and Tim returned from the house with Tim, as Jenny, walking sheepishly behind her. "Games over," she yelled out to us and we gathered on the deck. "Jenny, please pass out drinks." Tim loaded a tray with beverages, spiked lemonade, and circulated. I noticed that his body hair was gone. 

He approached me, tray in hand, silently with his eyes cast downward. "Tim," I whispered. "Are you OK?" 

"Never better," he stammered meekly as his face turned red.

"Do y'all like Jenny's undies?" Asked Ariel lifting the back of his short skirt. "I got bored with the frilly panties," pointing at his now bare cheeks. "I think a thong works better, don't you, Jenny"

Totally humiliated, blushing deep crimson and now trembling a bit, the now sheepish Jenny mumbled, "Yes."

"What's that?" Asked Ariel, obviously enjoying her role with Jenny.

Clearing his throat and speaking a wee bit louder, Jenny offered, "Yes, maam. I like it."

"I know what you like," she said smacking his butt loudly. "MMMMMMM, see that," striking his jiggling ass cheek again. "And you like the cool breeze on your smooth legs, don't you Jenny...don't you Jenny?" 

"Yes, maam, I do. The turkey should be done," he said quickly making his escape and moving to the fryer.

"Wiggle that butt when you walk," teased Ariel getting a good laugh from the boys.

"You're seeing his true nature, you know," said Ariel looking deep into my eyes. "You've gained a girl friend and kept a husband, best of both worlds, right Bart?" she added in a soothing tone, brushing the greasy hair from my face.

"And he's got a nice ass," said Kellen loud enough for all to hear.

"Yes he does," added Bart quietly.