A Summer Sunday to Remember

A Day of Light, Love, and the Sparkle That Dances Within

The first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes was light. Not just any light, but summer light - the kind that slips into the room with confidence, painting everything in warm gold as if it knows it’s been missed.

For more than three weeks, mornings had been stubbornly grey, heavy with cold drizzle that clung to every surface. But today, the air was alive. I could hear the birds already busy in the garden, the faint hum of bees, and the leaves murmuring in a warm, easy breeze.

As a feminized husband, mornings are my responsibility - and my pleasure. I take pride in being the first one up, setting the rhythm for the day with care and attention. I tied my hair back loosely and slipped into my light robe, stepping quietly into the kitchen. The tiles were cool beneath my feet, the sunlight pooling across the counters like liquid amber.

I filled the kettle and set it on the hob. The smell of fresh coffee grounds filled the air as I measured them into the filter, the sound of the slow drip soon joining the morning’s chorus. On the table, I laid out plates, cutlery, and napkins, arranging everything neatly. I sliced strawberries, their sweet scent drifting up, and placed them in a small glass bowl. Beside them went fresh bread, cut into thick slices, with butter, honey, and a jar of peach jam I knew my wife would claim first.

By the time I heard the bedroom door open, the coffee was ready. My wife appeared first, barefoot and warm from sleep, followed by our boyfriend in a loose T-shirt and soft shorts.

"Morning, sunshine," my wife said, smiling at me as she came to kiss my cheek.

"You spoil us," our boyfriend added with a grin and a kiss on my other cheek, taking in the table.

"It’s my job," I replied lightly, though inside I felt the small glow of satisfaction that comes from seeing them enjoy something I’ve prepared.

We ate slowly, talking about nothing urgent - summer plans, a new recipe I wanted to try, a neighbor’s puppy. The sunlight grew stronger through the windows, warming the kitchen. We already knew where the day was headed: out of town, picnic basket in hand, to our meadow.

After clearing and rinsing the dishes, I went to get dressed. Choosing my outfit felt like a small ceremony. I settled on a white tee patterned with colorful splashes, paired with my calf-length green tiered skirt. The skirt’s layers swayed with every movement, brushing my calves like a gentle secret. On my feet, I buckled my light blue Mary Janes - soft leather straps snug over the top of my feet.

From the wardrobe, I pulled out my blue-with-white-dots skirt-panties bikini. It was a gift from our boyfriend, and I couldn’t help but smile at the memory of his expression the first time I tried it on. The cut leaves my belly button piercing fully visible - a sparkle I’m secretly very proud of. I folded it and tucked it into the picnic bag.

When I returned, my wife’s gaze lingered on me, a slow smile forming. "Perfect," she said. Our boyfriend’s grin echoed her approval.

Out on a Summer Walk

The walk out of our village was like breathing deeper than usual. Fields flanked the path, dotted with wildflowers in bursts of yellow, purple, and red. My wife slipped her hand into mine, her thumb tracing small circles, while our boyfriend carried the heavier bag, occasionally hanging back to watch us.

The meadow was waiting for us - wide and open, drenched in sunlight, the grass soft and inviting. We spread the blanket near the center, far from the shadows of the trees.

Ready for the Picknick

Lunch was a slow, sweet affair: strawberries eaten from fingertips, sandwiches passed back and forth, iced tea poured into cool glasses. Teasing happened naturally - my wife licking a drop of peach jam from my finger with deliberate slowness, our boyfriend’s hand lingering over mine when we reached for the same thing.

After we’d eaten, I pulled out the bikini. "Time for some sun," I said with a grin.

"That one," my wife said approvingly.

"Our boyfriend’s gift," I added, meeting his gaze. His smile told me everything.

I stepped just off the blanket to change, slipping out of my tee and skirt, the air immediately cooler on my skin. When I walked back, the bikini’s little skirt swayed lightly, my piercing catching the light.
Stretching out, I let the sunlight claim me. Our boyfriend joined me, his gaze unguarded.

Taking a Sunbath

"You make that bikini dangerous," he murmured.

"I thought it was sweet," I teased.

"It is. But so is the way you’re wearing it."

His fingers traced my thigh, then along the skirt hem. He kissed my shoulder, then the hollow below my collarbone, making me shiver despite the heat.

"You’re supposed to be letting me rest," I said softly.

"That’s the problem," he replied, lips moving lower.

My wife watched over her sunglasses, smirking. "You two are shameless."

The teasing continued - a fingertip at my waistband, a kiss just under my ribs, my wife brushing grass from my stomach with lips that lingered. I tried to get some rest, but their touches made it impossible to truly settle.

Then my wife bent down first, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss directly over my belly button. The cool brush of her lips against warm skin made me inhale sharply. Then he followed, his mouth lingering a moment longer, the faint graze of stubble adding another shiver.

I couldn’t help it - my hands slid into their hair, fingers curling, holding them close as the heat from their mouths seemed to seep right through me. A tremor of lust rippled up my spine, my breath coming shorter.
When they finally pulled back, I felt almost lightheaded, the sunlight suddenly too bright, the air too warm.

"You two are shameless," I whispered, though my voice was softer than my words.

They exchanged a conspiratorial smile, clearly pleased with themselves

After a while, I decided they deserved some time just for themselves. Sitting up, I smiled down at them.

"I’m going to let you two have the blanket for a bit."

"Don’t be gone too long," my wife murmured, her head already resting in his lap.

I slipped back into my tee and skirt, my piercing catching one last glint of sun before disappearing. Taking my book, I wandered to the edge of the meadow where the grass grew taller, merging into the first shade of the woods.

Some Rest with a Good Book

I unfolded my camping chair and settled there. The air was cooler, tinged with the scent of pine and damp earth. From here, I could still hear their soft laughter and murmured words, but the moment felt private - theirs to enjoy.

I read for a while, the filtered light making the pages glow. Every so often, I glanced toward the meadow to see them close together on the blanket, her hand on his chest, his head bent toward hers. A warmth that had nothing to do with the sun stirred in me - the quiet contentment of knowing that love can be shared and multiplied, not divided.

Time slipped by easily. The breeze played with my hair, the grass whispered in the distance, and my book finally moved past the chapter I’d been stuck on for weeks.

A Warm Wind Playing with my Skirt ... That's Summer at Perfection

When the sun began its slow descent, I returned to them. We packed the picnic lazily, the walk home softened by the cool evening air.

Back at the house, we showered together - warm water, soap, the familiar intimacy of shared space. My wife washed my hair, her nails a gentle scratch on my scalp, while our boyfriend’s hands smoothed along my sides.

Later, we curled on the sofa with mugs of tea, the television murmuring. My head rested on my wife’s shoulder, his hand on my knee. Every so often, one of them would kiss my hair or squeeze my leg, and I’d feel the meadow’s sunlight all over again.

Without thinking, my wife’s fingers traced a lazy path along my skirt’s waistband, just where the piercing nestled beneath the fabric. Her touch was feather-light, stirring a familiar warmth deep inside me.

She leaned down then, pressing a soft, tender kiss right over the spot where the silver sparkle lay hidden. The gentle brush of her lips made me sigh softly, eyes fluttering closed.

Our boyfriend followed with a kiss through the cloth, a whisper of lips that sent a delicious shiver through me.

I squeezed their hands, my fingers tangling in their hair even in the dim light, a smile curling on my lips as I whispered, eyes still closed, "You two are shameless." 

My words were answered by two kisses on my cheeks — my wife’s from the left, our boyfriend’s from the right. Both knew exactly how to get to me that way.

I blushed slightly, heart full of love for them both, and gave each of them a deep, tender kiss - from my romantic, girly heart. 

It had been a simple day, but not an ordinary one. A day of green skirts swishing, strawberries shared, sunlight on bare skin, and quiet moments apart that made the moments together even sweeter.