Hotwives Ch. 02
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"HOTWIVES II by Donna Williams ((Read the first part of the story in "Hotwives" first))
I was now a hotwife, Vicky was a pseudo hotwife, and John was a sissy, cock sucking cuckold. Everyone got what they wanted, if not more!"
* * *
Once John had fallen asleep, Dave and Rick left as we had planned. When John woke that morning, he found me in the shower. "You want to join me?" I asked.
"May I?"
"Of course. Could you scrub my back please?"
We proceeded to shower without bringing up last nights activities once. I could tell by John"s hardon that he never did get to cum last night, but he said nothing.
As we went to get dressed, John noticed his male attire hanging on the rack. While dressing we talked about casual things, like what needed doing at home. Once we had everything packed, John left a tip for the maid.
"I need to stop and pick up a few things to make dinner tonight, before going home," I informed him in the lobby. "Could you take these home and start the laundry?" I asked handing him my bag. "I"ll take our dresses to the cleaners."
He looked around to see if anyone heard me say "our dresses". He then responded, "I"ve never done it before. I don"t want to mess it up."
"Just read the tags on the clothes and follow the instructions on them and on the detergent. Hand wash all the lingerie in Woolite and hang it to dry. I need to check out now. See you at home," I said, giving him a kiss on the cheek.
I guess he was feeling the frustration, because I heard him mutter to himself, "What am I now, the maid?" as he walked away.
* * *
As I pulled in to the shopping plaza to buy groceries, I noticed a uniform store along side the cleaners. In the front window was a maids uniform like those worn at the hotel. I then recalled John"s utterance about being the maid. I turned in the dresses with the cleaners and then stepped into the uniform store.
"May I help you?" asked the lady at the counter. "I don"t know. I was nearby and the maids uniform in the window caught my eye. I thought I"d take a look at it."
"Fine, take your time. There are more over along that wall," she said pointing to the racks of maids uniforms."
As I was browsing, she came along side. "Are you in the service industry?" she asked.
"Pardon?"
"Well these are for the service industry. You know, hotel and motel maids, and the like. Those over there are for the household servants."
"What"s the difference?" I asked.
"Mainly the material. These are more rugged, due to the work the maids perform. They have to stand up to some rigorous work. Those have a more feminine looking material, so the maid looks nice when serving the household."
"I see."
"So, are you interested in the service industry or household uniforms?"
"The household ones, I guess. I really just came in to look. Seeing the uniform in the window clicked with something my husband said this morning, and caused my curiosity."
"What"d you do, ask him to perform some task you usually perform, and that caused him to ask if he were the maid?
"It"s come up before, I take it? With other ladies stopping by?" I asked.
"Yes, and it pisses me off every time I hear it, pardon my language. They just don"t think before they speak. Sounds like they think of the wife as the maid. I"ve sold a few uniforms to wives because of it though, and they weren"t the ones that were going to end up wearing it. If you know what I mean?"
"I"m beginning to get the picture." I responded. "Well, lets see what you have over there, then."
* * *
"Honey?" I called out. "I"m home! When he appeared I again gave him a kiss on the cheek. I informed him, "There"s groceries in the back seat, could you bring them in please?"
Once he had brought in all the groceries, I started putting them away. He didn"t ask if I need any help. Once I was done, I gathered everything I thought I"d need for dinner. Then went to find John. He was in the living room reading the paper.
"Did you have lunch?" I asked.
"I"m not hungry," he answered.
"Well, suit yourself. After last night I famished." Boy, that remark didn"t help his attitude any. "What"s stuck in your crawl?" I asked.
"What do you mean? Nothing is," he responded.
"I don"t know. Seems ever since we checked out of the hotel, you"ve had a little attitude. Is it because I asked you to do a little laundry? How"s that going anyway?"
He threw the paper down. "You want to know?" he asked. "Last night, when I hadn"t achieved an orgasm, you said you"d help me, but I had to do what you said. I did everything that I was told to, but you didn"t help me get off. Then, in the shower this morning, you noticed my boner but just ignored it. Now, you"ve got me doing maids work by washing the clothes!" he huffed.
"I guess you didn"t learn a thing from last night," I angrily responded. "Orgasm denial is part of being a cuckold. It"s not about what you want. As the cuck, you"re supposed to be happy for the hotwife, and get off on seeing her fucked by a real man.
And is that what you think of me?" I asked.
"What do you mean, what I think of you?" he asked
"I do the laundry all the time. Do you think of me as a servant? Your maid?" I asked, rather loudly. "I do the cleaning, and cooking. What do you do? I"ll tell you what, I"ve set out the makings for dinner, you can cook tonight!"
"I"m not hungry," he responded.
"I didn"t ask if you were hungry. If your not going to eat, I"ll just ask Rick over."
"I"m not the maid! I"m not cooking for him!"
"Oh? I think you had better. I wouldn"t want to be in your shoes if I ask him over and you haven"t done as I asked. As for being the maid, I can fix that too!"
"What do you mean by that?"
"You"ll see," I said. I walked over and picked up the phone, pretending to dial Rick. I watched John fidget. "Hello Rick, Donna here. . Me too, thanks. . .John? Well . . "
"Ok, ok, I"m sorry. I"ll cook."
"Hold on a minute Rick, John wants to tell me something." Looking at John, "Are you going to drop the attitude?"
"Yes."
"Are you going to do what I say?"
"Yes, yes anything. Just don"t ask him to dinner, please?!"
"Fine. There"s a bag in the trunk of my car. Go get it and take it into the bedroom. You can open it then. You"ll know what to do with it then. Well go on."
I watched him go out, then return and head into the bedroom. As he reached the door, I said into the phone, "Well, I"ll talk to you later Rick. I gotta go help Vicky with something." And hung up the phone.
By the time I reached the bedroom, John had the uniform out. "You want me to put this on, don"t you?"
"Of course!"
"How long have you been planning this?"
"Just since this morning. I heard what you muttered when you left the hotel. Then when I got to the cleaners, I found this uniform store right next door. I wasn"t sure I"d go through with it, until your little rant earlier. Think of it as fate, your fate. I"m going to get my lunch now. Put it on, all of it, and report back to me," I instructed him.
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I had just finish my lunch when John came into the kitchen. "Turn around, so I can see how it fits," I instructed. "Very nice. Is it comfortable?"
"I guess."
"Well either it is or it isn"t. Which is it?"
"OK, it"s comfortable."
"I thought you were going to do away with that attitude? You need to show a little more respect. The sales lady said you"d need some instruction, to be a proper maid. She offered to come by and teach you. You want me to call her?"
"No, please, this is embarrassing enough."
"You should be thankful. They had other uniforms, like the hotel maids wear, and they are made for durability, not comfort."
"Thank you for my comfortable uniform, Donna."
"We can"t have that, Vicky. You need to address me as Mam, not Donna." The sales lady sure was helpful.
"Yes Mam," he replied.
"Very good. We"ll discuss some other proper deportment later. Now, how is that laundry coming?"
"I"ll check Mam."
"You might as well do the laundry from last week while you at it. Strip the beds and do the sheets too. Put a fresh set of sheets on, while those wash."
"Yes Mam."
As he was doing the wash, I changed into some grungies, and handed him the clothes I had been wearing. "These too, Vicky. I"m going to go out and mow the lawn." That was normally his job. He used to always comment about the husbands who let their wives mow the lawn. Called them wusses.
"I can still do that, there"s no need for you to."
"I don"t mind," I said. "Besides, I don"t want you to get your new uniform all sweaty. It"s the only one you"ve got. Now, you just do the maids work, and I"ll take care of the man"s work," I stated, while heading out to the garage.
* * *
After mowing the lawn, I felt invigorated. I took a good long shower and changed into something nicer, but casual. I noticed my grungies were still on the bathroom floor.
"Vicky?" I called.
"Yes Mam?" she responded when she caught up with me.
"Why are my dirty clothes still on the floor? Have you finished all the laundry?"
"No Mam. I"ve another load to do, and the lingerie is still soaking." "Well put those things with it. Might as well get it all done."
"Yes Mam."
"I expect you to be a little more diligent in the future. How"s dinner coming?"
"I haven"t started it yet, Mam," he answered.
"Don"t you think you should get started? The roast is going to take a while to cook, you know. You have to cook it slow so it will be tender."
"I"ve never cooked one before, could you show me how?"
"Well, I"d hate to see a good roast ruined, so I"ll be in to teach you in a second. Now get back on the laundry. I think the lingerie has soaked enough. Wash it out, then rinse it good, in cold water. Once you"ve rinsed it, take it out and hang it on the line."
"Outside?"
"That is what I said."
"Yes Mam."
* * *
After I taught him how to prepare the roast, I handed him a cook book and told him he could find the recipes for everything else in it.
"May I say something?" he asked.
"Of course. What is it?"
"I could have changed and then mowed the lawn.
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