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Jennifer's Journey - Becoming the Perfect Housewife, Part 5
January had been a busy and exciting month for me in my new life as
Jennifer. I started to develop a bit more of a life outside the house
and independent of Sarah. As Jennifer, I was enjoying my therapy
sessions and spending time with my new friend Vicki.
But there was one more, big, new experience for Jennifer that would
make January an unforgettable month.
Friday Massages
From the very beginning, Sarah had suggested that something fun she
wanted to do together with Jenny was to get a weekly massage. Although
I had now been living as Jennifer most of the time for four months, to
date we had only had one massage, with a European masseuse named Anna.
I had truly enjoyed that experience, even if Anna wasn't particularly
friendly. I loved the sensation of feeling her knowing hands work all
over my body. For some reason, however, Sarah had been disappointed,
and she said that she wanted us to try other massage therapists. I
couldn't imagine that it could get better than the session with Anna,
but I wasn't going to argue. If Sarah wanted to find another massage
therapist, that was fine with me. Of course, she would have to find
someone willing to deal with my unique "situation."
With all the other things that were happening during January, I was
caught by surprise when Sarah announced that she found a new massage
therapist and that we had sessions scheduled for Friday starting at
10:00 am. That sounded great to me. Wow, I was really getting busy.
In anticipation, I arranged our sun room to be like a spa, like I had
done before. I set up the folding massage table, put out a pile of
fluffy white towels, put scented candles around the room and set up the
stereo with soothing New Age music.
When Friday came, with the room already arranged, I could concentrate
on getting myself ready.
During my morning shower, I worked extra hard to make sure every inch
of me was silky smooth and soft. I did my make-up in the lightest, most
natural way I could.
After clearing away Sarah's breakfast dishes, I changed into one of my
one-piece swimsuits. It was a pretty black suit with pink trim. It came
up pretty high in front, so it held my padding in place really well. I
was also trying something new this time. Sarah had given me a "gaffe"
to wear under my swimsuit, to do away with any "unsightly bulges". It
worked great, although I admit it was really uncomfortable to put on.
But after a few minutes I got used to it and I was very happy with how
it made me look.
Sarah of course was naked except for a skimpy pair of black panties
under her white spa robe. I slipped on my matching robe just as the
doorbell rang at 10:00. Sarah asked me to answer the door.
I pulled my robe tightly around me as I opened the door. Then I nearly
passed out. The new massage therapist was standing there. And it was a
man.
"Mind if I come in?" he asked, bringing me back to the present.
"Uh, sure. Sorry. Please come in," I said.
"So you must be Jennifer," he said, reaching out his hand, "I'm Mark
Stratton."
"Pleased to meet you," I answered softly, shaking his hand the way
Sarah had taught me.
"Oh, and there's Sarah," he said. He walked up to Sarah and gave her a
peck on the cheek. "Nice to see you again."
Hmmmm, I thought. Sarah didn't mention that our massage therapist was a
man and she certain didn't mention that she already knew him.
"Well, let's get started shall we. I'm sorry but I really need to stay
on schedule." Mark complemented us on how we set up the sun room. "Hey,
this is great! Well, which one of you ladies is going first?"
"I'll go," replied Sarah quickly. Without a hint of self-consciousness,
she dropped her robe on a chair and strutted, nearly naked, to the
massage table. She gracefully climbed onto the table and lay down on
her tummy, not bothering to cover up with a sheet or anything. There
was my beautiful Sarah, topless and nearly bottomless, laying down in
plain view of not just me but of Mark as well.
Mark showed no reaction and simply went to work. He rubbed some oil
into his hands and got busy working on my wife's body. I was sitting on
the couch not five feet from the massage table. I held an issue of
Cosmo in my lap, but I didn't read a word. I couldn't take my eyes off
of my wife and the man who had his hands all over her.
As I watched, I realized that Mark was indeed a very handsome man. He
was tall, I would guess 6'2'' or more. He was clearly in get shape. He
wore a white polo shirt which showed off his lean, muscular arms and
his broad shoulders. He had longish, slightly curly, sandy blonde hair.
But what struck me most was his face. He had a kind, relaxed, gentle
face. Maybe a bit boyish. There was nothing aggressive about him. You
could tell just by looking at him that he had an easy laugh and nothing
ever really bothered him. I also noticed he had nice blue eyes.
By looking at him you might guess he was professional surfer or some
other kind of athlete - maybe a soccer player or maybe tennis. Or maybe
an actor - he was that good looking.
At one point, he caught me staring at him and he gave me a warm smile
and a wink in return.
It made my tummy feel funny.
Mark worked away at Sarah's shoulders and back, her arms and legs, and
Sarah was clearly loving it. He seemed to give her thighs a lot of
attention and work. And then I saw Mark's hands move over Sarah's tight
little bottom. Mark had one of his big, strong hands on each of Sarah's
cheeks, firmly rubbing and kneading them. Sarah was moaning with
pleasure. It was making me crazy.
But fortunately my torture ended, at least temporarily, when I heard
Mark gently tell Sarah to roll over onto her back. There was Sarah,
laying on her back - topless - and totally relaxed about it.
Mark again went to work, shoulders and arms and legs. He then started
rubbing Sarah's tummy in a way that made Sarah let out a soft
"Ahhhhhhh." In the next moment I noticed that Mark's hands were now on
Sarah's firm little breasts. The oil from his hands was all over
Sarah's body - now including her breasts - and her whole body
glistened. Mark's hands gently kneaded Sarah's breasts, making gentle
circular motions. Sarah was absolutely purring. Stupidly, all I could
think of while this was happening was that Anna didn't rub Sarah's
breasts this way.
Mark's hands were directly over Sarah's brown nipples, which by now
were hard and erect. I could see Sarah arching her back, trying to push
her breasts harder into Mark's hands.
I didn't know what to do. I thought I should say something in protest -
or maybe just run from the room. Seeing a man handle my Sarah this way
was almost too much to bear. But then it got worse.
Mark's hands started working the insides of Sarah's thighs - way
inside. I couldn't see everything from where I was sitting, but I'm
certain that Mark's hands were now rubbing up against Sarah's panties
which I am also certain were sopping wet at this point. Sarah's moaning
became more intense and she was starting to pant. She lifted her head
slightly and turned to look at me. She was staring deep into my eyes
when her whole body started to shake and she started gasping for air.
She was cumming. Mark's hands were bringing my Sarah to a powerful
orgasm, right in front of me. Sarah never took her eyes off of me the
whole time.
I was paralyzed with shock. I didn't say or do a thing the whole time.
After a moment or two, Sarah regained her composure and her session was
done.
And now it was my turn. Oh no, I thought. What's in store for me.
Sarah dragged herself from the table and grabbed her robe. She excused
herself saying she'd be back in a few minutes. She staggered from the
room, leaving me all alone with Mark.
I bravely stood up and dropped my robe onto the sofa and walked up to
the table. I could feel Mark's eyes looking me up and down, from my
painted toe nails to my long, smooth legs to my black, shiny swimsuit
to my pretty highlighted hair. I climbed onto the table where a few
minutes ago Mark had just played with my Sarah in a very "intimate"
way.
"You look very nice," Mark said gently as I positioned myself on the
table. "Now would you be more comfortable with a sheet on top?"
"Yes...thanks," I replied, and Mark spread a crisp white sheet over me.
Mark sensed how anxious I was. "Now just try to relax. There's nothing
to worry about. I know Sarah enjoys the "full treatment." She's been a
client of mine for years. I won't do anything that you're not
comfortable with."
My panic started to fade away and I started to relax. Not just because
of what he said, but more by how he said it. His voice was very gentle
and understanding.
On my tummy, he started to go to work on me. I had to remind me to
relax several times as in my nervousness I was tensing up my muscles.
As I started to relax, I began to appreciate that this guy was very
good at this. It felt very different from the massage I had with Anna.
His big, powerful hand would rub and squeeze my muscles very very
firmly and deeply. I noticed that his big hand easily reached around my
skinny upper arms and most of the way around my thighs. At one point
while he was working on my lower back, I realized that I was softly
moaning, just as Sarah had done. I made myself stop making this noise
once I realized what I was doing.
"Now, don't be alarmed. Just try to stay relaxed." Mark said softly as
his hands moved to my bottom. He started to knead and rub my bottom in
the same way he had done Sarah's. I tried to relax but I couldn't. I'm
sure I clenched my cheek muscles out of nervousness of having a man's
hands touching me like that.
"OK, you can roll over now," he said, and I did.
I turned over and the massage continued. On my back, I could at least
watch Mark work. He was totally focused on his work - which right then
was me. I was fascinated in watching this tall, strong, handsome man
move around the table working away at me. I noticed he was starting to
sweat just a bit from all his hard work. And then he caught me staring
at him again, and he gave me the same warm smile in return.
His hands never went near my fake breasts or my "Little Princess"
tightly encased in the "gaffe" beneath my swimsuit. But his hands did
work away at my thighs. And when his hands found their way to the soft,
fleshy insides of my thighs, I know I gasped. I squeezed my eyes shut
tightly as he expertly rubbed and kneaded me in a very sensitive and
personal area.
And then it was done. When I opened my eyes, Sarah was back in the room
standing next to me, brushing some hair out of my eyes. She looked like
she had fully recovered from her wild time on the table and smiled down
on me.
I sat up and Sarah helped me into my robe. I was a bit dizzy and
exhausted from the whole experience.
"Well, ladies, thank you very much. I'm sorry to rush out, but I'm on a
bit of a tight schedule on Fridays."
"Do you have another appointment right away?" asked Sarah as she got
Mark's jacket for him.
"Well, not exactly. You see it's 12:00 now and my next appointment is
at 1:30, right here in North Stafford, actually just a few streets over
from your house. But I need to shower, change my clothes and get lunch
before I start my afternoon appointments. Since my place is in West
Mayfair, I'm going to need to hurry to get all the way home, eat, get
cleaned up, and get back across town by 1:30." Mark explained.
"Oh, that's awful. Driving back and forth all the way across town this
time of day is the worst. This is really going to be rough on you every
week," Sarah responded sympathetically. Then I saw her eyes light up.
"Here's an idea," Sarah said brightly, "Next week, why don't you bring
your change of clothes here. We've got a nice guest room where you can
take a shower and then you can have lunch with us here. Then you'll
have time to spare - you can watch TV or read a magazine or whatever
until your 1:30 appointment. What do you think?"
Oh no. What was Sarah doing now?
"Oh, I couldn't impose," replied Mark. "It's a very generous offer but
I'm not sure I could impose on a client in that way."
I started breathing again.
"Well, think about it," Sarah said, never taking no for an answer. "It
wouldn't be an imposition. We would love to have you. And I think it's
silly for you to be racing all over town just to eat and take a
shower."
"Well, that's very generous. I will think about it."
And with that Mark prepared to leave. I gave him a weak little wave
good-bye. He gave Sarah another little kiss and then he was out the
door.
"Pretty incredible, didn't you think?" asked Sarah with a huge grin on
her face.
I just stood there. The shock of everything that had happened over the
past two hours was just starting to sink in. Suddenly, I exploded into
tears and raced up the stairs to our bedroom and collapsed on the bed
crying.
A Little Talk
I lay there alone for about 15 minutes when Sarah gently knocked on the
bedroom door. She didn't wait for a reply before letting herself in.
She was carrying a tray with some lunch for me. She put her tray down
on the table where I usually place Sarah's breakfast.
She sat down on the bed next to me and started gently stroking my hair.
"I'm sorry if that whole experience was so overwhelming for you," she
said.
"You could have told me," I sobbed.
"Told you what?" replied Sarah..
"Everything! That the massage therapist was a man for starters! Don't
you think I'd want to know that!" I was nearly shouting.
"I'm sorry, Jenny. I was worried that if you knew ahead of time that it
was going to be a man that it would make you sick with nervousness. Or
that you would back out of having the experience. I was really trying
to do what's best for you," Sarah explained.
"And what's this about you being a client of his for years! I never
heard you talk about him." There were still tears pouring down my face.
"Jenny, every wealthy woman in town has been a client of his. I've seen
him maybe six or eight times. That's all. Some of my friends have
invited me over to their places and arranged for double appointments,
just like we did today. And sometimes I arrange sessions with Mark for
some of my wealthier lady clients. I'm not one of his regulars - at
least not yet. Now, let's get you out of that swimsuit. You can't be
very comfortable like that."
Sarah got some panties and one of my simpler, more demure nightgowns
from my drawer. It was a white cotton eyelet gown. It was mid-calf
length and sleeveless, although there was a pretty, fluttering effect
at the shoulders. I took off the robe and peeled off the swimsuit and
"gaffe" and let the gown float down over my head.
"There, that's better," Sarah cooed. She fluffed up some pillows and
encouraged me to get under the covers. "Would you like your lunch now?"
she asked. I shook my head no.
"In that case, I'll join you under there. And with that Sarah dropped
her robe on the floor, revealing that she was still naked, except for a
fresh pair of white panties that she changed into after her "session".
"There, that's better, isn't it," she said as she snuggled her soft,
naked body up close to me.
I was no longer crying but I was still upset. "I hated it," I said,
sounding like a little child, I'm sure.
"You hated the massage?" Sarah asked incredulously. "You've got to be
kidding. That guy's the best."
"No. I hated watching him touch you like that. You know, what he was
doing with his hands. Touching your breasts and your bottom
and...between your legs. It made me so...jealous."
"Ohhhh," Sarah replied. "Now I understand. I'm sorry I wasn't more
thoughtful about that." She was cuddled up really close to me now, her
hands starting to slide around my body, making me feel all tingly.
"There's no reason for you to feel jealous about that." She planted a
few light kisses on my damp cheek and I started to feel better. "No
reason at all. Mark can touch you in all the same ways next time if
that's what you want. All we have to do is tell him. There's no reason
for you to be jealous of me."
"That's not what I meant!" I shouted. "I wasn't jealous of you. I was
jealous that you were letting another man touch you like that!"
"Jennifer, sometimes a woman needs a man's touch. I am a woman and this
is what I want and need. I think you should be less focused on me and
more focused on you. I've provided you with a wonderful opportunity to
experience and appreciate the touch of real man. It's a very special
thing that all girls enjoy. I want you to be able to enjoy this too."
Oh my. Here we are talking about men as if there wasn't one in the bed
right now. Sarah was talking about desiring - no, needing - men in a
way that I didn't come even close to fulfilling. In fact, not only
wasn't I fulfilling Sarah's need for manly companionship, she wanted me
to share in the experience of being touched by a man.
"Oh, Sarah, I don't know." I was crying again. "I never bargained for
any of this. What are you doing to me? Where is all this going?"
"Hush now, my sweet little Jenny. Everything is going to be OK." And
with that Sarah slipped out of her panties and pushed me onto my back.
She deftly climbed on top of me, sliding my partially aroused "Little
Princess" into her. I wasn't wearing a condom which was very unusual
and I felt the heat and wetness and softness on the inside of Sarah
directly, which I hadn't done in years.
Sarah gently rode up and down on me. "Now admit it," she said. "The
massage was pretty wonderful"
"Alright, it's true. The massage itself felt great. But I had trouble
relaxing."
"That's OK," answered Sarah. "It was just a first time. You'll learn to
really enjoy this, I'm sure."
Sarah rode my in silence for a few moments. I was starting to breathe
heavily.
"He is very handsome, isn't he? And his hands are so big and strong."
Sarah was getting herself excited thinking about Mark, her words coming
out between heavy breaths. "And he has such pretty blue eyes. And a
nice smile. I'm sure you noticed that, didn't you?"
She stared down hard into my eyes. I didn't reply.
"Admit it. You loved it. You loved feeling those strong powerful hands
all over your body."
"No. Stop it. Don't say that," I protested.
"Don't give me that." Sarah was riding me hard now. "I heard you
moaning like a little whore as Mark was working you over, feeling you
up, running his hands all over your silky little sissy body."
"No. I didn't. It's not like that." I stammered.
"Oh yes it is. It's exactly like that. You loved feeling the hands of a
real man all over you. You loved lying there, helpless and exposed
while a real man was in control."
"NO!"
"Oh yes," continued Sarah. "You loved it. A real man.
With...big...strong...hands."
And with a swift move, like a gymnast, Sarah lifted herself off of me,
and slid her body by my right side, grabbing my slick, hot and very
stiff "Little Princess" in her soft right hand. Expertly stroking my
"Little Princess" Sarah continued, "You loved having a big strong man
looking at you and touching you with his
...big...strong...manly...powerful...hands."
And with the word "hands" and Sarah's firm stroke of her own hand, I
exploded in a fierce orgasm - like never before. It was as if Sarah was
holding a fire hose in her right hand. Stream after stream of hot cum
came bursting out of me. It shot clear over my body and past my head,
splashing hard into the headboard at the top of bed. Maybe a half dozen
spurts flew over my head followed by another half dozen with slightly
less force, some landing on my face, my chest and all over my nightgown
that was bunched up around my waist.
I could only lie there, staring up at the ceiling, gasping for air.
After a moment I heard Sarah grab a couple of tissues off the night
table and start to wipe off her hand.
"I knew it," she stated with authority. "Your "Little Princess" would
never lie to me."
Sarah lifted her naked body from the bed. "Get yourself and the bed
cleaned up," she said as she walked out of the bedroom.
I pulled off my soiled nightgown and threw it in the hamper and washed
myself up. I put my robe back on stared down at my now limp and very
tiny "Little Princess".
"Traitor," I said to it.
I grabbed some paper towels to wipe up the headboard. I realized that I
had made a mess of the sheets and pillowcases as well. As I was
stripping the sheets I heard the phone ring. Sarah answered it from her
office down the hall. All the doors were open, so I had no trouble
hearing Sarah's voice.
"Oh, hello, Mark."
"Oh, I see. That's really too bad."
"More than an hour? Oh, that's awful. Well I hate to say it but I told
you so. Traffic in downtown in the middle of the day is a nightmare."
Mark must have said something funny because Sarah started laughing.
"Of course the invitation is still open. We'd love to have you. Just
bring your clothes to change into and we'll take care of the rest."
"Wonderful. We'll see you then. And thanks again for today. We both
absolutely loved it! Bye-bye."
Sarah strutted back into the bedroom, still stark naked.
"Well Jenny, have I got great news for you. Mark is staying for lunch
next week."
I hope you are enjoying learning about Jennifer's journey.
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