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Jennifer's Journey - Becoming the Perfect Housewife, Part 9 The Last Friday of February When Friday came around again, I resolved to put an end to the nonsense that I had let get started the week before. I admitted to myself that it had been thrilling to be the object of Mark's attention, but this had gotten crazy. I would straighten everything out over lunch. But it was true that I had thought about Mark a lot during the past week. How could I avoid thinking about him? After all, he called me almost every night. Sarah found this very amusing. I still hadn't shared with her what happened last week between Mark and me. And after lunch today, there would be no need to be concerned about this issue ever again. After our massages, I got dressed for lunch. I wore a nice beige dress with short sleeves. The dress had a very pretty lace collar. I paired this with simple brown pumps and a gold necklace. I was purposefully selecting an outfit that looked nice, but was more conservative and less flirty than what I had wore that last two times Mark saw me. I didn't want to give him the wrong impression by dressing too sexy. I planned to keep lunch simple too. Poached salmon? What was I thinking last week? With fancy dishes like that, no wonder he had fallen for me! Today was going to be soup and chicken salad sandwiches (although I admit to making the chicken salad from scratch, my own special recipe with a bit a curry and raisins...). I also thought through the words I would say to Mark. I would let him know how flattered I was and how I enjoyed his company and how I wanted to remain his client and his Friday 'lunchmate' - but the romantic stuff was definitely over. And if he couldn't understand that, then I would ask him to leave. It would all be that simple. After finishing my hair and my make-up, I strode into the kitchen. Mark promptly put down his phone and appointment book. He rose to his feet. "Mark," I said. "I have something I need to say to you." "Me too," Mark said. "I have something I need to tell you. Can I go first?" Shrugging my shoulders I said, "If you must, go right ahead." "Jennifer, I know we've only known each other for a short time but I need to tell you something. I really like you a lot. I think about you all the time. I haven't felt like this about someone in ages. I know it sounds crazy, but I think I'm falling in love with you." This was definitely not what I planned. When he said those words, it was as if a huge lever was pulled on my heart. With those little words, my entire world flipped upside down. I ran into his arms, tears forming in the corners of my eyes. We kissed long and deep and hard. After a few moments of our tight embraces, Mark asked, "What was it you wanted to say?" "It wasn't important," I replied through my tears. He continued to hold me tightly in his arms for a few more moments. I felt so safe and warm and cared for nestled against his broad chest. I brushed the tears out of my eyes and said, "Let's get you something to eat before it gets too late." I suddenly regretted having prepared such a simple lunch, but Mark certainly seemed to enjoy it. While we ate, I didn't feel only Mark's leg rubbing against my own. He kept one hard on my knee throughout lunch. It drove me crazy. We managed to get through our lunch in just a few minutes. I offered Mark dessert, but he replied, "I know what I want for dessert." He looked directly at me. Oh, God! We moved to the living room and sat down next to each other on the sofa. He put an arm around my shoulders and pulled me tight against him. We started necking like teenagers. It was marvelous. Then I got nervous. Last week I left a make-up stain on Mark's shirt. I didn't want that to happen again. I told Mark that we needed to be careful. "OK," he said. "I'll be careful." And with that he pulled his clean white shirt off over his head. There he sat, like a Greek god, shirtless, sitting close to me on the comfy sofa. He wrapped a big arm around me and pulled me close again. We started making out like crazy! I couldn't keep my hands off of him. My soft manicured hands were running up and down his naked chest, feeling his firm pecs and meaty shoulders. We experimented with a few positions while we made out. Mark maneuvered around and I found myself curled up on his lap. He had his arms wrapped around me, one hand firmly holding my bottom, while my arms were wrapped tightly around his neck. I was totally lost in the sensation of having his tongue deep inside my mouth, when... "Stupid me, I got all the way across town when I realized I had forgotten my cell phone, I'll just..." Sarah stopped dead in her tracks. She had returned home unexpectedly and caught me with Mark. Not just together, but me sitting on his lap. With Mark shirtless. With Mark's tongue half-way down my throat. "Oh, I'm so sorry," stammered Sarah. "I'll just go upstairs and get my phone and be on my way." "Oh shit," I muttered. "Sarah," I called racing up the stairs after her. "It's not what you think." I had no idea what that meant, but it sounded like the right thing to say at the time. When I caught up to Sarah, she was putting her phone into her bag and getting ready to leave. "Sarah, I can explain." I was practically in tears. "You don't owe me any explanation. I'm sorry I interrupted you," Sarah said. "But it's not like that. It's not at all what you think you saw," I tried to explain. "Jenny, look, I don't want to judge. Now just relax. We'll talk about it later when I get back. But for now, I'm very late for my lunch and you have company and it's rude to leave him all alone. Go ahead and finish your 'lunch' and we'll talk later." She made little air quotes with her fingers when she said the word "lunch" and that stung me a bit. "But I feel so...weird about this," I explained. "Just relax, Jennifer. Don't you think I knew this might happen when I fixed you up with Mark? Go ahead. Get back to your guest. Everything is OK." She reached out and gave my shoulder a friendly little squeeze. I was equal parts happy that Sarah wasn't upset and deeply disturbed that Sarah referred to "fixing me up" with Mark. "I'll be back later. Relax Jen. Everything's OK," Sarah said to me. "Bye Mark," she shouted as she headed out the door. Well needless to say, the romantic atmosphere was broken and could not be recreated before Mark needed to leave for his next appointment. I didn't look forward to the next conversation I would have with Sarah when she returned home later. This was going to be embarrassing. Friday Night Dinner I made an extra effort to make Friday's dinner special. I knew I had some explaining to do. I thought that perhaps a lovely meal might take some of the focus off of me. We ate in silence for several minutes. Then Sarah said, "Look Jen, I know you want to talk about it, so please, be brave and just do it. I'm not mad or upset. I really just want to hear what's on your mind. You seem really troubled by this." That was all the prompting I needed. I told her everything. From the initial flirting to the first kiss to the make-out session on the couch that Sarah witnessed. I told her about the intense feelings that were stirred up by Mark and how strange and confusing it all was. And most of all, how sorry I was that I had cheated on her. I was gushing tears by the end of my story. Sarah got up from the table to refill my water glass and to bring me a box of tissues. "Thank you for sharing all this with me," Sarah said. "I'm sorry that you are finding this experience confusing and upsetting. But romance can be that way. You should be happy that you're getting to have such an exciting new experience. I'm happy for you even if you're not. I think you need to push all the anxiety that you're feeling about this to one side and just try to enjoy this wonderful opportunity that you have." Sarah concluded, "Men like Mark are very rare." "You're not mad?" I asked through my tears. "Do I look mad? Of course I'm not mad. In fact I thought this might happen." "What does that mean?" I asked. "Well, for starters, a lot of girls in town think that Mark must be gay. After all, he is incredibly good looking - but no girlfriend? And when I first contacted him about coming to our house to give us massages and I told him about your 'situation', he seemed VERY interested. He later told me that he had to drop some other clients to squeeze us into his schedule. Apparently, he REALLY wanted to meet you after hearing me describe you." Of course Sarah had never shared any of this with me before. "So you think it's a good thing that I've been getting...involved with Mark?" I asked with disbelief. "Do you still love me?" my beautiful Sarah asked. "Of course I do. You know I do." "And are enjoying your little fling with Mark and being the object of all that manly desire?" she asked with a sly grin. "Well," I started. "Yes, I am enjoying it. In fact, it's been...really...incredible." I was struggling to find the right words. I was smiling now just thinking about how I felt with Mark. "In that case," Sarah concluded, "I think your relationship with Mark is a very good thing." A Very Special Thursday Evening It had been an especially busy week for me. Sarah had asked me to do quite a bit of extra housecleaning, especially in the dining room and living room. She had me polish all the furniture, thoroughly dust every surface and even vacuum the curtains and the window shades. The rooms truly sparkled when I was done, but it took many hours out of my week. And all this extra cleaning was on top of my usual chores, like cooking and laundry, and my appointments out of the house, as well as the hours I was now spending every week primping Sarah for her frequent lunch and dinner engagements. So you can understand that I was especially looking forward to our "date night" on Thursday. I thought I had really earned a chance to relax and have some fun after working so hard all week. On Thursday afternoon, the girls at the salon worked their usual magic on me. I noticed that they had given me a more glamorous look than usual. My make-up was a bit bolder - my lips and nails were a deep red, my eyelids were dark and smoky. My hair was coifed and sprayed more elaborately than usual as well. I was very pleased with the result, but it seemed like a bit much for an evening at the Old Watermill Inn. When the girls were done, Debbie, the salon owner, led me to the back room where Sarah had left the garment bag with tonight's outfit. To my surprise, when I opened the bag, there was a brand new dress - the tags were still on it and - WOW - it was expensive. It was a gorgeous sleek silk number. It was cocktail dress, black and sleeveless. The front of the dress had neckline that was cut high and straight across - very elegant. The back of the dress was...well, missing! The dress had an open back that formed a deep "V" reaching almost to the waist. The waist itself was decorated with delicate rhinestones. It was the most beautiful dress I had ever seen. Debbie pulled from the garment bag a special backless bra to wear with the dress. This too was new. Debbie cut off the tags and fastened the heavily boned bra behind my waist. Debbie said that this style of bra was popular with brides, but my bra was black. I pulled on the black stockings that Sarah had packed for me. Then Debbie helped me into the dress and zipped me up. It was then I noticed that the skirt was cut tight through the hips and legs, ending just above my knees. Sarah had also packed my peau de soie pumps with the four inch heels and I slipped these on. Debbie finally let me see myself in a full length mirror. I have to say it. I looked stunning. I didn't know what Sarah had planned for us that evening, but I was enjoying it immensely already. "So let me see my little angel," I heard Sarah say as she entered the back room where I had gotten dressed. She let out a soft whistle as she took me in. "Oh Jenny, you look...wonderful. I just knew that dress would look fabulous on you." It was then that I noticed that Sarah had gotten her hair and make-up and nails done while I was getting my treatment. Her hair was pinned up on one side, just the way I had done it last week for her lunch at the River Edge Caf?. She must have been getting worked on in the big front room while I was taken care of in the private room in back. Sarah explained to me that she had arrived about an hour before to get "done up." But with just one hour of work at the salon, Sarah looked glamorous - like a super model or something - with her sexy hair and make-up, but still wearing her tight jeans, boots and a sweater. "So," I said, "I take it we're not going to the Watermill tonight." "That's right," Sarah replied. "I thought we'd have dinner at home. I cooked. Chinese. We never celebrated Chinese New Year this year and we're only a few days late. Don't worry, I'll change into something dressier when we get home." This was sounding better and better! A romantic evening at home and Sarah was preparing a great meal. Plus both of us would be looking elegant and dressy. It doesn't get any better than that. I felt so happy and excited as Sarah drove us home. And when we got there - oh my - Sarah had pots and pans and dishes everywhere. She must have been cooking all day while I was out. She had made eight or nine different dishes. It was an entire banquet and a huge amount of food. "Be a doll and finish the vegetables while I go change," Sarah asked. "OK," I replied taking my apron from its hook, "but there is way too much food for just the two of us." "I know that silly," Sarah answered. "There's going to be three of us tonight. I invited Jake for dinner." And with that she ran up the stairs to change. It was as if a giant pane of glass shattered deep inside of me. Here I thought that Sarah and I were all dolled up for each other and planning a romantic evening at home. Instead, this was all for the benefit of a dinner guest - Dr. Roberts. Just moments before I felt so proud of how pretty and elegant I looked. Now I just felt ridiculous, knowing that a man would be seeing me like this. Dr. Roberts might have known that I was trying out a more feminine lifestyle, but he had never seen me dressed as Jenny, and certainly not elaborately dressed up like I was tonight. My dream night was turning into a nightmare. And what was the deal with Sarah and Dr. Roberts anyway? Sure, he's a big client and our M.D., but why bring him to our house and into this part of our lives? Why did Sarah have to do this? I quickly stir fried the vegetables like Sarah asked, feeling my cheeks flush from a combination of the embarrassment that I was certain to feel when Dr. Roberts arrived along with anger at Sarah forcing me into this situation. I was lost in these bad feeling when Sarah returned to the kitchen. She was wearing a short gold dress with skinny spaghetti straps. The dress was cut low enough in front that it provided a thrilling view of the top of her breasts, the view evidently enhanced by some strapless Wonderbra behind the scenes. The dress clung to every incredible curve of her body. She was 'stop traffic' gorgeous. I groaned knowing all too well how much Dr. Roberts would be enjoying the chance to ogle my incredible Sarah looking like this. "Careful. Don't burn that," Sarah said as she took the tongs out of my hands to finish cooking the vegetables herself. "Why so distracted?" Sarah asked innocently. "It's nothing," I replied sullenly. I knew there was no point protesting or complaining. "Well then, hurry and set the table. Use the good china and crystal. We'll put Jake at the head of the table with you and me on either side. Then get a bottle of wine from the fridge downstairs. No, make that two bottles." When I returned to the kitchen with the wine, Sarah said, "Before I forget, I thought these would look nice with your outfit tonight." She held out a pair of diamond earrings, an elaborate sparkling choker and a diamond tennis bracelet, all from her jewelry box. The jewelry glittered in her hand and my pulse quickened. Sarah helped me with the necklace and the bracelet. While I slipped on the earrings, she dabbed some perfume on me. It was the same as she was wearing. I didn't recognize the scent, but it smelled lovely. I noticed that Sarah was wearing the same dangly earrings she had worn to lunch at the River Edge with Dr. Roberts. Sarah started filling various serving platters and bowls with food. As she filled them, she asked me to start carrying them out to the dining room table. As I was carrying the last platter out, the doorbell rang. Sarah emerged from the kitchen and came up to me. "Look Jen, I know you're probably not happy about tonight's plans and my surprising you this way. But this is really important to me. You will do your best to make tonight go well, won't you?" I looked down at the pointy toes of my dressiest shoes and said softly, "I won't let you down. I'll do my best." "Thank you, Jen, thank you so much." And with that she gave me a quick hug. "But I want to talk about all this later," I said, now looking at her in the eye. "That's fair, I understand," Sarah replied. Then the doorbell rang again. "I guess I can't leave him outside all night," Sarah said. She nervously ran her hands over her dress, smoothing out wrinkles that weren't even there. "How do I look?" she asked. "Perfect," I replied somewhat sadly. "You too," Sarah answered brightly over her shoulder to me as she ran to open the door for her guest. Our Guest Arrives Sarah opened the door and in strode Dr. Roberts. He looked handsome and dashing, in a blue blazer, a white shirt and a maroon tie. His thick dark hair was perfected groomed. I noticed that he was a big man, with broad shoulders and a strong jaw. Everything about him exuded confidence. He leaned over and gave Sarah a kiss on the cheek. "Good evening, hostess number one," he said with a smile. He walked up to me and gently clasped my small manicured hand, "And good evening to you, hostess number two. It is very nice to finally meet you, Jennifer, after hearing so much about you." He handed Sarah a bottle of champagne. "I thought you might enjoy this." "How thoughtful," Sarah gushed. "Jen, would you please put this on ice and get the champagne glasses." I took the already chilled bottle from Sarah. It was expensive stuff - Perrier Jouet in the pretty flowered bottle - my favorite. Maybe tonight wouldn't be so bad after all. But I could really use a drink right now. I placed the champagne in a bucket of ice and brought it out with three glasses on a tray. Sarah and Dr. Roberts were already seated on the sofa in the living room, talking quietly together. I put down the tray and started to open the champagne. "Oh, please," Dr. Roberts rose to his feet, "let me do that." He took the bottle from my hands and I sat down in the arm chair next to the sofa. Dr. Roberts deftly and noiselessly removed the cork and filled the three glasses. "A toast," he said raising his glass. "But first let me thank you both so much for inviting me into your home and to let me share in your Chinese New Year celebration." He then said something in Chinese which made Sarah clap and squeal with delight. God, this guy was good. He continued, "I've been looking forward to this evening all week!" Funny, I thought to myself, I only learned about this twenty minutes ago. Dr. Roberts continued with his toast. "Let me say how absolutely elegant and glamorous the two of you look this evening. Sarah, you have never looked lovelier. And Jennifer, I am truly astonished. I didn't know what to expect, despite Sarah's glowing descriptions of how...ladylike...you had become. I never imagined that you'd look so...spectacular." Ooooo. When he said that I felt dizzy for a few seconds and felt my tummy do a couple of backflips. I know I blushed and smiled when he said this. And I know that Sarah noticed. She was beaming at me. It was then that I realized that I was still wearing my apron. Oh dear. What a picture I must have made - my fancy silk cocktail dress topped off with my flouncy apron with the big bow behind my back. I would have to wait until he was done with his toast before going to the kitchen to take it off. Dr. Roberts got back to his toast. "So here's to the two prettiest ladies in town. And here's to me, the lucky guy that gets to spend the evening with them!" "Hear, hear!" Sarah shouted before taking a sip of her champagne. I downed my glass in a single gulp and excused myself to the kitchen to take off my apron. Dinner is Served We moved to the dining room and began our feast. I have to admit that, after getting over my initial self-consciousness about appearing as Jennifer in front of Dr. Roberts, the meal was really quite pleasant. The food was wonderful and with several glasses of wine, I started to relax. Sarah and Dr. Roberts did their best to include me in the conversation without making me feel like I was the center of attention. Dr. Roberts seemed to enjoy talking about himself, which wasn't as annoying as it sounds. I learned a lot about him - he is a very interesting and impressive man. I couldn't help but notice that Sarah seem to hang on every word he said. Although, I admit, I really couldn't blame her. At one point during the meal, Sarah excitedly exclaimed, "Oh Jake, did you notice, I'm wearing the earrings you gave me." She turned her head to model the sparkling diamonds hanging from her ears. So that's where those earrings came from. Hmmmm. "How could I miss. They look lovely on you. And I also noticed that you're wearing the perfume I gave you." Perfume too? Hey, what was going on here? "We're both wearing the perfume you gave me," Sarah announced happily. Oh great. Not only is my wife accepting gifts of perfume and jewelry from another man, but she had me wearing the perfume too! In front of him no less! What a hopeless little sissy I had become. "I admit that I noticed that too," Dr. Roberts said smiling at me. That made me refill my wine glass and drain it quickly. By this time, I had already had too much to drink. And I was struggling to make sense of everything that was happening in front of me. Sarah's clients don't give her jewelry. Doctors don't give their patients perfume. In my fog I was slowly beginning to understand. And I was starting to get upset, but I was managing to hold it in. After Sarah served up what appeared to be the final course, I innocently asked, "So, Dr. Roberts, I know so little about your family. I understand that you're married, with two daughters..." Sarah shot me a dirty look across the table. I knew I was playing with fire but I didn't care. Dr. Roberts appeared to be completely unfazed by my question. "Actually, I'm separated. You see Marie, my wife of 22 years, developed a problem with pills and alcohol. It started about eight years ago. At first I was slow to notice and I blame myself for that. But over time it got worse. Much worse. I tried to get her to get some help - doctors, support groups, hypnotists, anything. But she always refused. I tried to get her to go to the Betty Ford clinic. I even tried an intervention, but it failed. She didn't want to get better. So last year I told her either you get some help or I'm leaving. It was the last card I had to play. She ignored my threat and so now we're separated and I've filed for divorce. Fortunately my daughters were fairly grown up by the time my wife's problem became really serious, so the impact on them was less than it might have otherwise been. But still, there were long periods of time when I was effectively a single parent because of Marie's disease. The good news is that both of my lovely daughters are doing very well. My oldest is a junior at Stanford and my youngest just started at Harvard last fall. "So that means I'm on my own a lot these days. My wife moved back to Milbank where she's from. She has some family nearby, but the poor woman is living mostly on her own - with my financial support of course. But I don't see how she's ever going to get better. She still spends some time in our house in Mayfair Woods, but not that much. I get to see my kids during school vacations, but still it's been pretty lonely for me since September." I could see his eyes were getting damp. I was speechless. Here I was trying to entrap this guy for being a two- timing bastard. By the time he finished his tale, I wanted to give him a hug and a "Father of the Year" award. One more plan of mine totally backfired. I noticed that Sarah had placed her hand on top of his to comfort him. Then I surprised myself. With poise and grace I said, "I'm sorry to have raised a topic that is so painful for you. I surely wouldn't have asked you about this had I known. But thank you for sharing that part of your life. I feel that I know you much better now. You deserve a great deal of credit for enduring such a difficult situation over so many years. And you must be very proud of your daughters - Stanford and Harvard - that's just marvelous!" Sarah was dumbstruck by how gracious her co-hostess had just become. It seemed to me that everyone was done eating, so I said brightly, "Well, unless Dr. Roberts would like any more, I think I'll clear a few plates." Dr. Roberts said that he was done and I took his and my plates to the kitchen. Sarah grabbed a couple of plates and followed me. When we put down our dirty plates, Sarah grabbed me in a giant hug. "You've been simply perfect tonight. Maybe too perfect. I think I've created a monster," she said, smiling and tearing up at the same time. "I see why you like him," I said softly and a bit sadly. "And I see why I love you," she replied, giving me another big hug. "I'll go bring in the rest of the dishes," she said. "That's OK," I replied, taking my apron down from its hook behind the pantry door. I'll take care of the dishes. Why don't you entertain your guest. Just don't entertain him too much," I cautioned. Sarah laughed. I didn't know I had said anything funny. So Sarah and Dr. Roberts moved to the living room while I cleared the table and started to put away the left-overs. I put on some water for tea. A few minutes later, still in my apron, I brought out to the living room a tray with a pot of Chinese tea, orange slices and some fortune cookies I have found in one of the drawers. I only had two cups on the tray. "Aren't you going to join us?" Dr. Roberts asked. He was sitting very close to Sarah on the sofa. "No, I thought I'd just finish up in the kitchen," I said, placing the tray on the coffee table in front of them. "Thank you Jenny," Sarah said sincerely. "This is very thoughtful of you." I left them alone, closing the French doors between the living room and the dining room behind me, giving them some added privacy. By now, even I had figured out what was taking place in front of me. Between my adoration of Sarah and all the thrills of my new life as a silky, sissy housewife, I had let myself be blinded to what was so obviously happening between Sarah and Dr. Roberts. And yet, now that I did understand what was happening, here I was, not protesting, not fighting, not even saying a word. Instead, I was clearing their dishes and serving them tea while they sat together in the privacy of the living room. I even closed the door for them! What was happening to me? I couldn't stand it any more. While I already knew too much, I needed to see it with my own eyes. I slipped off my pumps and tip-toed silently through the hallway where I could peer in through the other door to the living room unnoticed. From where I stood I could see them both clearly in the reflection of a large mirror. They were snuggled up close together on the sofa. Sarah was now barefoot, her legs curled beneath her bottom. Her arms were wrapped tightly around Dr. Roberts' neck. Dr. Roberts' hands were pressed against Sarah's back. They were kissing. That was enough. I quietly made my way back to the kitchen, slipped on my shoes and my rubber gloves and began to work away at the mountain of dirty dishes now piled in the sink. I worked hard for fifteen minutes or so, took off my gloves and went back tot he living room. I politely knocked on the French doors before opening it. "Would anyone care for some more tea?" I asked. "Oh no, but thank you. It's late and I really must be going," Dr. Roberts said as he rose from the sofa. At the door he again gently took my hand in his and thanked me for a wonderful evening and complimented me again on how lovely I looked. Sarah walked Dr. Roberts out to his car. I peeked through the curtain at the two of them. In the moonlight I could see that Sarah was giving the doctor a good-night kiss before he got in his car and drove away. Home Alone Sarah ran back into the house and threw her arms around me. "You were exquisite tonight! Simply perfect! Thank you so much! I had a WONDERFUL time!" She planted a big loud kiss on my cheek. It was then that I burst into tears. "How could you?!" I screamed. I ran up the stairs and slammed the bedroom door behind me. A few minutes later Sarah gently knocked on the bedroom door and let herself in. "I think we need to talk," she said. "You bet we do!" I yelled. "Now calm down, Jenny. Shouting isn't helping anything." "How could you humiliate me like that? Dressing me up just so you could show off to him what a complete sissy I am. Parading me around in a short cocktail dress - I bet he thought that was riot!" "Nobody was trying to humiliate you tonight. Nobody was laughing at you. We both thought you looked lovely. He was sincere about that. I thought you would enjoy wearing that new dress, I knew you would look stunning in it. And I thought it would make the evening more enjoyable for you," Sarah said softly. She even seemed hurt that I didn't appreciate the expensive new dress she had given me. But I wasn't going to be distracted by her complements. I continued my tirade. "And you! Wearing your little sex kitten dress for him, with your boobs hanging out for him to stare at. And I saw you kissing him on the sofa and by the car. And what about all these gifts he's been giving you? And why are you spending so much time with him? What's going on?" I was getting hysterical. "If you will just calm down, I will explain everything," Sarah replied. "Fine. Let's hear your explanation," I huffed. "OK. Jake is my boyfriend," Sarah stated. I waited for more but then realized that this was all the explanation Sarah thought was needed. "Your WHAT?" I shouted. "You heard me. Jake is my boyfriend. I was kissing him because he is my boyfriend. He buys me gifts because he's my boyfriend. I spend time with him because he's my boyfriend." I couldn't believe my ears. I was expecting a denial or some implausible alibi. But Sarah was treating this as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "You can't have a boyfriend. You're MARRIED! TO ME!" I shouted. "Oh please, will you just try to relax. Look Jenny, I love you very much. You know I do. And I simply adore having my very own little bride at home who takes such good care of me. And I love being able to help you live out your fantasy and support you as you continue to blossom into the most perfect little housewife. But can't you understand that I'm a real woman and I have needs that a sissy wife simply can't fulfill? It's not your fault. I wouldn't want you any other way. But I think I'm entitled to enjoy the company of a man if I want. "I want to put an end to all this," I stated. "You want to leave me?" Sarah asked. "No! I want to end this sissy wife stuff. I want to go back to being a man. Your man." "Oh, please." Sarah rolled her eyes. "Have you taken a look at yourself recently?" She was actually laughing. "Everything about you just screams 'girl'. You could no more change into a real than I could." I knew deep down she was right. As if to emphasize the point, I realized that at that very moment, I was daintily dabbing at my girlish tears with a tissue held in my manicured, bejeweled hand. Sarah was right. I couldn't be a man if I wanted to. My girlishness was simply too deep and too strong. "Well that may be," I said, trying to regain my composure, "but I still don't want you having a boyfriend." "You have one," Sarah replied matter-of-factly. "I do not! That's ridiculous!" I exclaimed. "That's funny. I thought I saw you curled up on Mark's lap with his tongue somewhere around your tonsils. He wasn't wearing a shirt at the time. That's called a boyfriend." I started to argue, "But that's not--," when Sarah interrupted me. "So listen up, Little Miss Double Standard. If you get to have a boyfriend, then so do I." I was stunned and completely speechless. Sarah softened her tone. "Oh come on, Jen. I think it's really cool that we both have boyfriends." "He's...not...my...boyfriend!" I protested. Sarah sat down on the bed next to me and held my hand tightly. "Look Jenny. You're very special. We're very special. What other couple in the whole world would be willing to work so hard to make each other happy, to help each other fulfill their dreams and to live out their fantasies. And do you know why we work so hard to make each other happy? It's because w love each other very, very much." "Do you really love me?" I asked. "Of course I do, silly. I love you madly." "I don't believe you," I said, tearing up again. "Then let me show you. Slide over a bit." And with that Sarah stood up and indicated the place on the bed where she wanted me to sit. I realized I was right in front of Sarah's mirrors. Sarah sank to the floor in front of me. She removed my shoes and reached up my skirt and grabbed the waistband of my stockings and panties. I lifted my bottom slightly so she could pull my stockings and panties off. "Time to let the "Little Princess" out of her dungeon," she said smiling. Freed from being tucked away within the confines on my tight panties, my "Little Princess" practically leapt out, stiffening instantly. "Hold up your skirt," Sarah instructed. I did as she said and she positioned herself on her knees and took my "Little Princess" in her soft beautiful hand. She gently stroked it while smiling up at me. It felt exquisite. She leaned forward and kissed "her" head several times, then licked it like it was a piece of candy. And then she put it all the way into her mouth. Oh, Wow! She hadn't done this to me in years. Her wet, warm mouth felt like heaven. She moved her head back and forth, sliding my "Little Princess" across her full red lips, her tongue dancing around in her mouth. It was unbelievable. But then I looked in the mirrors and saw the scene in front of me. There I was in the reflection, beautifully made up, my jewelry sparkling, my incredible dress. And there was Sarah. The back of her at least. Her beautiful mane of black hair, her little gold dress hugging the curves of her bottom. It was an incredibly hot lesbian show right in front of me - and I was starring in it! It was the most exciting thing I had ever seen! I was driven beyond my limits. I warned Sarah. "Oh my God! I'm going to cum! Sarah I'm going to cum. May I cum...in your mouth?" "Yeth, yeth," was all she could manage. But it was enough for me. I exploded into my beautiful Sarah's waiting mouth. She sucked and swallowed and didn't spill a drop. Sarah got to her feet and excused herself to clean up in the bathroom. I sat motionless, just trying to regain my breath. Sarah returned with a damp cloth and gently wiped my "Little Princess" clean. She smiled at me and sat down next to me. She held my hand again and put her head on my shoulder. But then I started crying again. "What is it now?" Sarah asked, a hint of weariness in her voice. "But all this time, you've been turning me into Jennifer just so you could be with Dr. Roberts. He's been in on this scheme too, hasn't he? Right from the beginning, you tricked me into becoming your little sissy just so it would be easier to leave me for Dr. Roberts. That was your plan the whole time, wasn't it?" I was really worked up about this now. "No! That's not true. None of it," Sarah shot back. "There was no plan, no 'scheme'. You have to believe me." "Well I don't," I said flatly. It was Sarah's turn to start crying. "How could you say that? After all the help and support I've given you. I never planned on getting involved with Jake...no more than you planned on getting involved with Mark. It just happened." "I'm not buying it," I snarled. "It's true, it's true. I first talked to Jake, Dr. Roberts, back in December before your appointment with him. Remember - you asked me to do that. I spoke to him first on the phone and then he asked me to come to the office. He was very concerned about you and he had lots of questions for me. We talked that day for an hour and a half." "He told me you had lunch together," I huffed. "We did. We ate sandwiches in his office while we talked - about you. Then right after your appointment, he wanted to speak with me again. He wanted to fully understand your situation and to convince himself that I was providing you with the emotional support you needed. He was very concerned about your well-being. He made me promise to encourage you to seek counseling with Dr. Mitchell and I was to let him know if your mood changed or you became depressed. It was all about you." "And then?" I prodded. "And then, we started talking about him. I quickly discerned that with his situation - with his wife mostly - he probably needed some expert advice on his finances - you know, trusts for his daughters, estate planning, investments. So we agreed to meet for lunch again. And then again and again. At first it was all business and then it became more friendly. We enjoyed each other's company. It wasn't until the third week of January that we went on our first 'date'. That was very nice and so we kept doing it and things became more serious. So we've only been dating now for about six weeks." "He's not even divorced," I pointed out. "No, that's true. That's why we've had to be careful about being in public together now that we've got a romantic thing going. I certainly don't want to complicate his getting divorced," Sarah explained. "Careful? You call going with him to the River Edge Caf? all gussied up careful?" I asked incredulously. "That was an exception," Sarah conceded. "That was our one month anniversary of our first real date together." "You're celebrating anniversaries with him? You're too much. And what about having lunch at the Commerce Street Hotel? The Trader Restaurant there is always packed with people you know and probably he knows too. Anyone could have seen you two there." Sarah looked at me quizzically. "The Trader Restaurant? I've never been there with Jake. I hate that place." "But you told me that you were going to have lunch - and sometimes dinner - at the Commerce Street Hotel at least ten times over the past three weeks. Was that just a lie? Explain that!" I demanded. "I wasn't lying. I really was having lunch and dinner at the Commerce Street Hotel. Jake and I ordered room service," she said with a wink. My mind slowly absorbed what she had just said and then it hit me. She had been meeting Dr. Roberts at a hotel several times a week for lunch, dinner - and fucking. And oh my God! I had been doing her hair and make-up, making my Sarah look her prettiest so that she could go and have sex with another man! I ran to the bathroom and vomited in the toilet. I locked myself in the bathroom for about half an hour. As I stripped off my party dress, I stopped to admire how I looked wearing just my fancy strapless, backless bra for a moment. I cleaned myself up and changed into a white cotton nightgown. When I came out of the bathroom, Sarah was lying on the bed in her underwear reading a magazine. I climbed under the covers without saying a word. Sarah put down her magazine. "Look Jenny, this is just the way it is. You need to get over it. I still love you very much. That hasn't changed. What has changed is that now I have a boyfriend and he's going to be fucking me. A lot." "Well then why don't you go over to his place right now and let him fuck you, if that's what you want," I bawled. "Because what I want tonight is to fuck you, Jenny." And with that she climbed on top of me and started grinding her hips into me. "Stop it. No. I don't want to," I protested, but Sarah wouldn't stop. "What's the matter Jenny, don't you like me anymore? Don't you think I'm pretty?" She teased as she stripped off her bra and pressed her soft little breasts into my face. Oh her breasts felt so good. And she smelled so good. I couldn't possibly resist her. She lifted up my nightie and stripped off her panties. I took off my panties and fished a condom out of the night table drawer, trying not to think about the fact that Dr. Roberts probably didn't have to wear one when he fucked Sarah. But after Sarah's incredible blow job just a short while before, my "Little Princess" wasn't cooperating. "Oh, is the "Little Princess" sleepy?" Sarah teased. "Let me see if I can wake her up." She moved around so that she could literally blow on the top of my "Little Princess", her cool breath making it twitch and stir, but it still lay soft and small. "Maybe you need to think about something that really turns you on," Sarah suggested. "Maybe you need to think about Mark." "Stop it," I cried. Sarah gently stroked my "Little Princess" with one hand while she leaned her mouth in close to my ear. "I bet that's the secret. Think about Mark. I bet your "Little Princess" will be wide awake if you just think about your big, strong man." And then she started singing in my ear, "Marky and Jenny sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G." "Stop!" I pleaded. Sarah's giggling sing-song continued. "First comes love, then comes marriage. Then comes baby in a baby carriage." "Oh, look at that," Sarah announced. To my horror, my "Little Princess" was indeed wide awake. Sarah was greatly amused. Sarah placed my condom on me and rode me for twenty full minutes, fingering herself to multiple orgasms while her pelvis ground into mine. I had another explosive orgasm. "Good night sweetheart," Sarah said as she turned off the light. As my exhaustion carried me off to sleep, my mind was still trying to come to grips with how totally and permanently my world had changed this evening. End of Part 9 I hope you are enjoying following Jennifer's tale as much as I am recording it. Please leave a comment in the Reviews section. Readers' comments are very important to me.