Hi Altairboy!
My husband and I have had several E-Mail messages concerning my birthday posted last June. My husband thinks it's time for an update. First, Several of the E-Mails I've received mention my handle. I'll tell you that I got it in high school. My HS science teaher hung 'Petticoat Pam' on me since it rhymed with my maiden name, and I guess it just stuck.
Marlene and I both wear chastity belts made by William Jones. The negative aspects of being belted are immediately obvious; but John is insisting that I relate some of the things that I feel are a positive. It took some thinking but there really are a few. First there isn't any question in John's mind concerning my marital fidelity. And I'm somewhat more relaxed about it myself. (I know that some of my more independent-minded sisters will take exception to this, but they aren't living this lifestyle.)
Next, the belt makes an excellent weight control device. My belt is pretty snug to begin with, and even a couple of additional pounds makes it unbearably tight. I really had to push back from the table during the holidays to stay slim!
Finally, for some reason (some would say perverse reason), John and I have been more physically affectionate and loving since my belting. After all we really do love each other. Before my belting we had grown somewhat distant, now there is always time for a hug and kiss or a snuggle on the couch. Sometimes we even play kissing games like before we were married.
I was thoroughly humiliated after my "surprise" last March and further shamed by having to tell your readers about it. It is neat (in a way) to know someone that is also in my predicament. John and Steve almost never allow us to be alone together, but we talk on the phone almost everyday. After our tryst Steve and Marlene started coming over almost every week (or we go to their place) to play cards. On their first visit I noticed Marlene surreptitiously scratching around her crotch shield. When we got a free minute in the kitchen making drinks for our husbands, she confided that Steve had started shaving her pubic hair. (Poor Marlene. I know how she feels!)
After a few weeks of games Marlene shocked me by asking if I thought John and Steve would ever let us have a repeat performance. I really didn't know how to answer her. I'm still not comfortable with our lesbian encounter, but, she made some sense when she asked if our lovemaking wasn't better than no sex at all.
Later I talked to John about my feelings and he assured me that he and Steve had no intention of allowing us to become lesbians. Then he asked me, "Would you service Marlene again if she would?" It was a long several seconds before I nodded my assent. John has made it clear that he enjoys oral sex at least as much as our conventional lovemaking, and that there is little incentive for him to perform conventionally except on VERY SPECIAL occasions. He reminded me that I better get my relief when and where I can find it.
We skipped our next week's card game with Steve and Marlene, then went over to their place the week after. I guess I should have expected something was up, but our previous conversation really had slipped my mind. Steve greeted me at the door with a little hug as he reached around and felt the waist band of my belt. I greeted Marlene the same way - no surprises there.
Then John and Steve suggested that we sit around and talk instead of playing cards. Marlene and I exchanged perplexed looks and smiles as we made some small talk and had couple of drinks. Then the men unfolded a plan that can only be called diabolical. Their plan was that at infrequent intervals (never more than once per month), instead of playing cards, we would have "Wives' Entertainment Night". Essentially Marlene and I would engage in a physical contest. The winner's belt would be removed and the loser would service her. Then in a fit of fairness they decided that, after servicing, the loser would punish the winner for her pleasure with a spanking.
Then they told us we didn't have to decide right away. Marlene and I could have the rest of the evening to discuss it - alone if we desired. We adjourned to the kitchen to do just that. Our discussion was short and heated and along the lines of , "Do we really want to do this? Do you? I don't know. Do you? Etc..." We did decide we wanted more information before we made a commitment. Returning to the den, we tried to wheedle out of our men what the subject of contests would be. You know, men really can keep a secret if they know its something that will drive their women crazy. No luck. Back to the kitchen for Marlene and myself.
Marlene commented, "Pam, I can tell by the look on Steve's face that this is something they've spent some time considering. I doubt that we're going to get better terms out of them; and its been four months since I've even come close to an orgasm. Well, I will if you will." (Well I didn't exactly have orgasms coming out my ears either.) I nodded a slightly shame faced assent.
Back to the den and a couple of bastards grinning like Cheshire Cats. They knew they had us. After our surrender, they said, "Great! We'll start either next week or the week after." I guess they were giving us ample time to consider our fates. We spent the rest of the evening discussing old movies as Marlene and I wondered what we had gotten ourselves into.
We had only a week to ponder it. The very next Friday found us ringing the doorbell to Steve and Marlene's house. Entering I could see that they weren't set up for cards. I gave Marlene a brief hug and whispered in her ear, "Any clues?" She gave her head a small shake and shrugged her shoulders. We sat down and opened up a couple of beers to relax. Then he guys told us that they had decided on a simple task for our first challenge. Both of us would strip to our belts, be bound and blindfolded. Then we would be put in Steve and Marlene's finished basement where the keys to our belts were hidden in the carpet. The first wife back with her OWN key would be declared the winner.
Simple huh? Well it isn't! Hands cuffed behind back, feet tied, and in complete dark it's tough! Wiggling around on the carpet irritates your nipples and knees and leaves them pretty sore from constantly rubbing the carpet. I was thrilled for myself (and somewhat sorry for Marlene) when I got my key first. I'm not going into any of the details of later except to say that Marlene was a little enthusiastic with my spanking afterward.
We've repeated our games 5 times since. Neither Marlene nor myself has been able to string back-to-back victories together, but I guess that's for the best anyway.
John is standing behind me reading this and smiling as he strokes my hair. He's telling me to let you know that last night was a "SPECIAL OCCASION". (Hooray! I spent all morning purring like a kitten. I hope that's a harbinger of the year to come!)
I'm going to print this for his review and approval. Then I'll send it along. For now Happy New Year and best wishes for the year to come from Steve, Marlene, John and myself.
Hugs and Kisses,
Pam
petticoatpam@hotmail.com
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