Snowbirds

My wife and I have recently moved into a condo down south for a couple months to escape a bit of the cold northern winter. We have decided to experiment with a FLR while we are here. When we move back, we will decide which aspects of this lifestyle to take-up permanently. While we are here, she will be completely in charge of our home, our social life, our sex life, and our spending. Some of these things she has been effectively in charge of for a long time, but we are going to be more explicit about it. Others were previously shared responsibilities. She has always been the one to distribute household chores. The difference now is that there is no expectation that she will be fair about it. We have decided not to incorporate chastity, at least initially. She has a paddle to use on my bum if she determines that is necessary. She has not physically punished me in the past and is apprehensive about it, but agrees that she needs to have authority to do it. She will also have authority to cuckold me if she decides that she wants to. I think that is unlikely because she has never shown interest in that before.

 

It has only been four days since we arrived and started living by our new set of rules. So far, it doesn't seem that different. I have been doing all of the housework except cooking. She enjoys doing the cooking, so she kept that for herself. However, the total amount of housework required in this condo is noticeably less than at our house up north, so it doesn't seem like that much. She has not yet had a reason to use her paddle. I kinda feel like that needs to happen before things really seem different. But, I don't want to intentionally give her a reason.

There was an interesting development on the sexual front yesterday. She was reading a romance novel on the couch and commented "This is pretty steamy. Its hard not to touch myself." I replied "why are you trying not to touch yourself? Do you feel like that should be someone else's job?" She grinned, pulled her hem up to her waist, spread her legs, and said "Yeah, I've someone to take care of that for me now, don't I." I got on my knees and started rubbing her crotch with my hand. She put her hand on the back of my neck and pulled me in. I pulled her panties aside and went to work with my tongue. The book must have been pretty steamy - it took noticeably less time than usual to get an orgasm. After she came, she asked if I had a boner. When I said that I did, she said, "you have permission to go in the bathroom and take care of that." I'm not sure whether to interpret that to mean that I now need permission. She has long known that I masturbate frequently. Her attitude has been that she doesn't want to know about it. I just needed to be discrete and clean up my mess. When we discussed out new rules, masturbation was not discussed.

We discovered that the exercise room at the condo complex has a good variety of equipment. The number of people is limited due to Covid. But, a guy in there said he has never seen more than three people at a time even before Covid. Apparently, most of the folks in the complex are more into drinking beer at the pool than using exercise equipment. My wife has informed me that I will start doing regular workouts tomorrow.

 

Should I post updates in this thread or is there a better way to do that?

The paddle got initiated last night. My wife sent me to get pizza. Since it was going to be a 15 minute wait, I went next door to Best Buy to look at routers. We have been having wifi issues and have talked about whether a new router would solve the problem. I found one cheaper than what we had talked about, so I was confident that she would approve the purchase. When I got home, she told me that I was correct that she would have approved it if asked, but the fact is that she didn't approve it. I am supposed to get advance permission for spending. A rule had clearly been broken.

I thought that it would be embarrassing to have to lower my pants to present my bare behind. That part felt pretty normal. The spanking hurt, but not as much as I feared it might. She doesn't seem comfortable swinging the paddle with gusto. Part of me wants her to get over that.

I had to clean the bathroom this morning, which is the worst chore she has assigned to me. It seemed fine to me but she said it needed to be cleaned. Since she has always done that chore before, she worked with me today to show me how she expects it done. From now on, I am to do it on my own every monday.

We have been socializing with another couple in the building. I don't really like the husband, but Connie likes the wife, which is what matters I guess.

 

Connie asked to come with me to the supermarket today. I didn't think much of it when she browsed the health and beauty department and picked out a new hairbrush. When I was putting groceries away, I asked her if I should throw her old hairbrush out. That is when she informed me that the new hairbrush isn't for her hair. She said she didn't feel comfortable with the paddle and wants to try a hairbrush the next time a spanking is needed.

 

I did tell her that the paddling didn't hurt as much as I thought it would and the pain went away pretty quickly. Now I am thinking maybe I should have kept that information to myself.

 

I'm on a three-times-per-week workout schedule now. Every time we've been to the exercise room, that same guy is there. He likes to flirt with Connie while I do my workout. She seems to be enjoying the attention. It's great watching from across the room as she flirts back. I teased her about it today and she said it makes her feel sexy. That's been great for me. The sexier she feels, the more she wants sex.

 

Connie had a chance to try out her new hairbrush Saturday. She spent most of the day out with her new friend Anna. I fell asleep on the couch while watching a basketball game. Falling asleep would not have been a problem except that it caused me to miss the beeps that the washer and dryer make when they finish. When Connie discovered that clothes had sat in the dryer long enough to get wrinkled, she decided that use of the hairbrush was warranted.

Being draped across her lap for the hairbrushing felt more natural to me than having to stand and lean over the dryer for the paddling. After she finished, she instructed me to take my pants and underwear the rest of the way off and said I could have them again after the laundry was finished. I wasn't planning to tell her that it wasn't very much more painful than the previous one, but she directly asked me later, so I was honest about that.

Over dinner, she mentioned that she had told Anna about my cuckold fantasies. She said it just came up in conversation. I asked what in the world they were talking about where something like that would just come up. Apparently, Anna has a steady boyfriend. Her husband Jim is aware of this and accepts it. It isn't clear whether he is excited about it or grudgingly tolerant. Anna invited Connie and I to spend next Saturday with her and her boyfriend.

 

Something interesting yesterday:

Connie has always hated having to wear a bra. She says they are uncomfortable. I have long told her "then don't" but she insist that society expects it. Since we have been here, she has decided to leave the condo braless a few times. Usually, she asks me "does this outfit need a bra" before she goes out.

Yesterday, she noticed that her friend Anna was at a table near our balcony and decided to go out and visit. A bit later, I looked out from the balcony and saw Connie, Anna, and two men sitting at the table. One of the men was the guy she likes to flirt with at the gym. Then I noticed something else. When Connie leaned forward a bit, I could down the front of her blouse and see her tits. That made my dick hard. I don't understand why an occasional glimpse of her tits from such a distance was such a turn-on. Barely twelve hours earlier, she was sticking her bare tits in my face with instructions to "suck my nipples".

When Connie came in to use the bathroom, I told her that she should change her clothes if she didn't want people seeing her tits. She thanked me for the info, used the bathroom, and then went back out in the same outfit. I watched from the balcony. It looked to me like she intentionally leaned over while taking her seat, giving the two guys a good view.