Ivana Pushing Sissy's Limits

Karen turned off the car and let out a breathy sigh. "Damn, all this fag talk about your love of cock has gotten me horny. Let's go inside before I have to put you on your back and fuck you in the car. I'm going to have to keep my mind on ways to push you or I'll end up humping some husband in the corner tonight."

As always, I should have just kept my mouth shut. It wasn't good for the last thought in Ivana's head being about breaking down my barriers.

My nerves were ragged again by the time we reached the door. Some stuffy jerk I'd never met answered the door and launched a disapproving stare at me when Karen referred to me as her spouse.

My whole body blushed and I averted my eyes. I wanted to die. There was no way I could make it four hours.

Then I heard the sound of Karen's voice. As the traditional Japanese wife, we shared so much in common, we instantly bonded. In our area, there were few other Asians for her or submissive feminized husbands for me to relate to, so we stuck together.

Her husband, Burke, was a hairy, hulking brute that ran one of the hospitals in Ivana's company. Like the other husbands, he mostly ignored me and since I was always grouped with the women, we rarely did anything but greet each other. Back during the summer at a topless pool party among the five couples in our inner circle, I caught him staring at my little A cup breasts a couple of times, but never thought any more of it. I guessed he liked them since I was slender and small up top like Karen.

Because I'm such an anomaly in the South, and I play the role of the traditional Southern Belle, women take right to me. The new ladies welcomed me into the group. The guys split off to go watch football downstairs and we gathered around the kitchen and everyone helped.

They were blown away by my culinary skills. In addition to two years of culinary school, when we were in San Diego, Ivana's boyfriend, CP, who was an award winning chef at a local restaurant, used to give me private lessons three times a week. To tell the whole truth, most of the time, he had me on my knees or was up my ass during the private lessons. He kept me in nothing but an apron so there was easy access.