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Jennifer's Journey - Becoming the Perfect Housewife, Part 10
My New Life Began on Friday
I didn't have much time to wallow in self pity or any other emotion
following Thursdays surprise dinner with Dr. Roberts and Sarah's
revelations about her relationship with him. I was up early to fix
breakfast and to get the house and myself ready for our massages with Mark.
Sarah was bright and cheery when I woke her up for breakfast. There wasn't
a hint that anything was different in her behavior. But to me, everything
had changed.
Our massages were splendid as always. But now, as I held Sarah's hand as
Mark brought her to a climax with his hands, I knew that Mark was one of
two men - other than me - that was taking care of Sarah's needs. She was
insatiable.
Sarah left after her massage to go meet Dr. Roberts at the Commerce Street
Hotel. She didn't even bother to refer to as "lunch." In some ways I was
glad that Sarah wasn't speaking in clues and half-truths anymore. But part
of me would have preferred not knowing the full truth. I was somewhat
taken aback by how naturally and without any self-consciousness Sarah was
now talking about her trysts since the truth had come out last night.
I joined Mark in the kitchen after I had showered and changed. Mark of
course knew nothing about last night's developments. He rose when I
entered the room. "Oh, I've missed you so much. I've been looking forward
to this all week," he said as he stepped towards me.
I held up my hand. "I'm sorry Mark. I really just not up to this today.
I had a difficult night last night and I'm just not feeling very...romantic."
I wasn't sure how he'd react, but I thought he might be annoyed. But
instead he said, "You poor thing. Here you sit down and why don't you tell
me about it."
I let him lead me over to the kitchen table and he pulled out a chair for
me. He moved his chair up close to mine. He held both of my hands in his
and I started talking. And crying. I have no idea if I was making any
sense or he could even understand a word I said through my tears.
When I was done, Mark said, "I can see why you're hurting so bad. I know
how important Sarah is to you. I hate to see you suffering like this. But
I think you need to listen to what she said. I don't think she's trying to
hurt you. Just the opposite. I think she's trying to find a way for the
two of you to stay together. I can tell she loves you. I can see it in
her eyes. I actually think she's worked very hard to accommodate your
unusual...dream. I mean think about, she's created an entire world for you
built around your fantasy. And from what you've told me, she's always
thinking of ways to get you to try new things, to grow, to make the fantasy
as real as possible. I don't think she does these things to humiliate you
- in fact I think she's trying to be encouraging. But it seems very
possible to me that when you changed how you were living your life, that it
had an impact on her. Maybe she didn't anticipate it, I don't know. But
you have to admit, it is pretty understandable. After all, she is a very
very attractive woman. I'm sure she enjoys and needs to feel the things
that most women want to feel. And that usually involves men. I think you
need to try to see things from her perspective. And I think you made to
take things one day at a time and see where all this goes. But, what ever
happens, I want you to know that I'm always here if you need to talk."
I just stared at Mark through my tear-filled eyes. He was so smart. He
didn't say things just to try to make me feel better. He told me what he
really thought and how he really felt. And in some ways what he said
didn't make me feel better. After all, he was really confirming the awful
fact that Sarah needed the company of another man. But somehow it didn't
sound so bad when he said it. And, in Mark's view of the situation, I
still held an important place in Sarah's life and in her heart.
"Thank you, Mark. You're very sweet," I said, squeezing his hands. He
leaned over and kissed my wet cheek. And he kissed it again. And again.
And then kissed my wet eyelids. And my nose. And then my lips. His hands
were wrapped around my head and he held me firmly as he kissed me hard.
Our tongues met. He bit my lower lip.
"Ouch!" I yelped, laughing. "If you were hungry, you could have just said
so. Oh, look at the time. I was talking so much, I've barely left you any
time to eat." And with that, I brushed the last few tears from the corners
of my eyes and quickly served up Mark's lunch. He reverted back to his
cheerful and talkative self, and soon I forgot all about my troubles as I
listened and laughed to his stories.
At 1:20, I walked him to the door. "Thank you so much, Mark," I said as I
got up on tip-toe and kissed him on the cheek.
"I'm glad I could help a little. Really, you can call me anytime. And
Jen, you know I'd really like to see more of you. I mean, I love having
lunch with you, but I get to see you for just one hour every week - two
hours if you count the massage. I'd like us to spend more time together.
What do you say?"
"Oh, Mark, I don't know. I love our lunches together, I really do. But I
don't know. I'm not sure that's such a good idea," I said.
"Well, think about it, would you?" he asked with a smile.
"Sure. I'll think about it," I said. He leaned in and gave me a farewell
kiss on the lips and I watched him leave.
A Weekend Together
Sarah returned from her Friday midday rendezvous with Dr. Roberts in the
middle of the afternoon, happy and unapologetic. She was chatty and soon
the two of us were sitting in the living room, finishing the second bottle
of white wine that we opened last night, while dinner was cooking in the
oven. I am so totally under her spell. With her intense beauty, her
sparkling personality, and her sharp wit, I can't help but to be completely
mesmerized by her. You might find it surprising that less than 24 hours
after a frankly traumatic evening for me, here I was, delighting in her
company.
I had planned a nice dinner for us. I spruced myself up and was very
pleased with how I looked. Sarah was full of complements when she came
home and that made me feel good. She also brought me flowers - a really
nice arrangement - as a thank you gift for my help in making last night's
dinner so nice.
Over dinner we continued to talk. I surprised myself by finding the
courage to ask Sarah some questions that had been on my mind during the
day.
I quizzed Sarah about why the two of them were 'sneaking off' (those were
my words) to hotel rooms when the doctor certainly had a lovely house.
Sarah explained that because Mrs. Roberts still came to the house on
occasion - and without prior notice - it just seemed smarter not to tempt
fate.
However, Sarah explained, Dr. Roberts knew that Mrs. Roberts always stayed
in Milbank on Sunday evenings, so that was the one night each week when
they could - and did - 'spend time' at the doctor's home in Mayfair Woods.
I knew about Mayfair Woods. It was a development of about fifteen
absolutely huge and terribly expensive new mansions that were recently
built. It was all the way across town, not that far from where Dr.
Roberts' and Dr. Mitchell's offices were. Vicki's house and Mark's
townhouse were also nearby.
Sarah used this opportunity to inform me that she intended to visit Dr.
Roberts' home regularly on Sunday evenings.
This was the lead-in I needed for the next question that was bothering me.
"Sarah, I know you're going to be spending more time with Dr. Roberts, but
can I count on you coming home - at some point - in the evening? What I'm
asking is, are you going to be sleeping here, with me? I need you to know,
I don't think I can handle the idea of you being out all night." I was
getting myself worked up as I asked my long rambling question. My pitch
of my voice was getting higher as I became more upset. "What I'm trying to
say is, if you don't come home to bed with me, then what's the point of us-
-" I was going to keep going and going but Sarah interrupted me and
placed her soft, pretty hand on top of mine.
"Jennifer, I plan to come home to you every night. You're now my wife and
that's very important to me. I love being in bed with you. It's just as
important to me as it is to you. You don't have to worry. And if for some
reason I can't come home, I won't leave in you suspense. I will always let
you know."
I felt much better after she answered me. It was wonderful to hear that
our marriage was still important to her. But I struggled to grasp the
meaning of that last bit about letting me know if she couldn't come home.
"Sarah, have you and Dr. Roberts ever, you know, done it, here, in our
house? In our bed?" I held my breath waiting for her answer.
"No," Sarah replied. "Last night was the first time I ever invited Jake
over here. But I would like to have him over in the future. Would you
have a problem with that?"
"Well, you know I don't like that idea, but what can I say? It's your
house too. Go ahead. Invite him over if you'd like. But you have to
promise me two things." I was thinking clearly for a change.
"Tell me," Sarah responded.
"First, I don't want you and Dr. Roberts flaunting your...relationship...in
front of me. I know it's happening, but I don't want to see it. I expect
you to show me that much respect," I said proudly.
"I will always do my best to show you that I respect you, Jenny. Jake and
I will try to be discrete and polite when we are around you. I think
that's perfectly reasonable."
"And second - and this isn't a request. You and Dr. Roberts may not have
sex in our bed. Ever. Period." I was demonstrating a little bit of
backbone - for a change.
"Deal - but you have to promise too. I don't want you doing your boyfriend
in our bed either," Sarah answered.
"Fine," I said too quickly. Then I clumsily added, "I mean I don't have a
boyfriend and I'm not having sex with anybody else."
"Whatever. Is it a deal or not?" Sarah asked, ignoring my protest. "Our
bed is for us and only us."
"Of course it's a deal. It's what I asked for," I huffed.
And after we got past these issues, our Friday dinner together was very
pleasant. I was so happy in Sarah's company. Even if she had a boyfriend
on the side, when I was with her, I had her full attention. She
complemented me on how wonderful dinner was. She showed me a pretty outfit
in a catalog that she had seen that she thought I might like. She told me
a funny joke that she had heard at the office. She imitated her boss in a
way that had me laughing so hard I nearly choked on my wine. She looked
deeply into my eyes whenever I spoke and listened to every word I said.
She found a dozen opportunities to place her hand on top of mine while we
talked - and every time she touched me I felt a thrilling shiver race
through my body. I adored being with Sarah. She made me feel so
wonderful. I knew she loved me. And I convinced myself that she didn't
love me any less just because she wanted to have some extra romantic
excitement in her life.
At the end of our dinner, with a little too much wine in me, some sad
feelings bubbled to the surface once again. In an outburst I shouted at
Sarah more harshly than I meant to. "So why did you have to bring him home
last night? You could have just told me about all this. Why did you have
to parade him in front of me - and me in front of him? And why didn't you
tell me about this all before?"
Sarah spoke softly and hung her head deeply as she answered. "I'm sorry
about that Jenny, I really am. I had wanted to tell you but I couldn't
find the nerve. I kept leaving hints and clues hoping that you'd pick up
on them, and maybe even confront me. Then I would have been forced to be
honest with you. I'm sorry. I just wasn't brave enough to tell you the
truth." There were tears forming in Sarah's eyes.
"So then what changed? If you weren't brave enough to tell me, then how
did you become brave enough to invite him over to our house? Well?" My
tone was getting pretty argumentative.
"Well, if you must know, it was mostly Dr. Roberts' idea," Sarah replied.
"You see, he was getting very annoyed with me for not telling you about us.
Every time we got together, he would ask me if I had told you about the two
of us. And every time I had to say that I hadn't - but I would always
promise to do it right away. But of course I never did. You see, Jake was
willing to sneak around and keep our relationship a secret from his soon-
to-be ex-wife, but he was not willing to sneak around behind your back. He
told me that that I wasn't being fair to you and that you deserved better.
Finally, he lost patience with me. He told me that he wasn't going to wait
for me to tell you any longer. And at this point he said he didn't trust
me to tell you what you needed to know - he needed proof. So we came up
with the idea of inviting him over. That way you would know everything,
and Jake could be certain of it. Like I said, Jake was adamant that you
deserved to know what was going on. And of course, I agreed with him
completely. I was just too afraid of hurting your feelings."
Oh my. That was the last explanation I would have ever dreamed of.
I guess it was somewhat admirable of Jake to consider my role in all this.
But it's hard to think of the man who has been banging your wife as
admirable. "Well, you should have told me all of this sooner," was the
best I could respond with.
"You're right," Sarah said. "If you'd like, I'd be happy to try to make it
up to you. Upstairs." She was smiling at me even as tears were still
clinging to her cheeks. She took my hand and led me up the stairs to our
bedroom where we made love for the longest time. Sarah always made me feel
so incredible.
So what if I was putty in her hands? I was getting what I needed and I was
living out my fantasy as the domesticated sissy wife of an incredibly sexy
woman. Plus, I was getting some extra excitement of my own with Mark.
Maybe my life wasn't so bad after all.
The rest of our weekend was delightful, spent quietly at home - just the
way I like best. But Sunday evening was looming, and I knew that Sarah
planned to head over to Dr. Roberts' house then. I did my best not to let
the thought of this spoil the rest of the weekend for me. Sunday evening,
of course did arrive, and by 4:00 in the afternoon, I found myself helping
Sarah with her hair and make-up as she sat at her vanity in nothing but her
sexy, skimpy black underwear and her jewelry. She was wearing those
dangly, sparkly earrings that were a gift from Dr. Roberts. I admitted to
her that I thought they were the prettiest earrings I had ever seen and she
agreed. Sarah explained that she planned to leave our house around 5:00
and the two of them were planning to make dinner together. She planned to
be home around 11:00 or so.
At 5:00, I saw her to the door and helped her with her jacket. I asked her
to call me if she would be coming home much later than 11:00 and she
promised that she would. She gave me a peck on the cheek before opening
the door.
"Have a nice time," I said softly.
"Thanks, sweetie. See you later." And she was gone for the evening.
The hours that followed passed slowly. Recently I had been spending quite
a few evenings at home alone since Sarah's life outside the house had
gotten more...active. But tonight, knowing that Sarah was at Dr. Roberts'
house, I felt terribly lonely and sad.
I made myself some dinner and tried watching television, but that didn't
hold my attention. I changed into my nightgown early and went up to bed.
I tried reading for a while, but I couldn't concentrate. I then picked up
the phone and called Vicki. I caught her just as she and her husband were
heading out for a movie. I said it wasn't important and that we would talk
on Tuesday. I tried calling Caitlin, but got her answering machine - I
didn't leave a message.
I moped around for another thirty minutes and then I did it. I called
Mark.
He answered his phone on the second ring and sounded cheerful and happy to
hear from me. I let Mark know how I was feeling with Sarah away. He was
sympathetic and distracting. He suggested that I come over to his place,
but I declined. But it was a thoughtful invitation.
Mark and I talked for twenty minutes or so and I felt so much better after
we hung up. I climbed back into bed and was able to enjoy reading my book.
Sarah did return around 11:00 (actually it was 11:14 - not that I was
studying the clock intently waiting for her to reappear). I came
downstairs when I heard her car pull into the driveway. She was clearly
exhausted when she came inside. I took her coat from her and hung it in
the hall closet. She made her way up the stairs, leaving a trail of
clothes on the floor behind her before climbing into bed, still in her sexy
black bra and panties.
"Are you OK, Sarah?" I asked as I poked my head in the bedroom.
"I'm fine - just worn out. I had quite an evening." A trace of a smile
appeared on Sarah's lips.
I went back downstairs and made two cups of the jasmine tea that Sarah
sometimes likes to have at bedtime. When it was ready I brought the tea
upstairs.
"Oh, that's perfect," Sarah said, looking like she had regained some of her
strength. "I was just thinking how I'd love a cup of tea. Thank you," she
said with a smile as she took one cup from me.
Since I was already in my nightgown, I climbed back into bed and slid my
legs under the covers as we sat next to each other sipping our hot tea
together.
"So, do you want to hear about my evening?" Sarah asked.
"Something tells me I'm going to hear about whether I want to or not," I
replied.
And with that Sarah started recounting the events of her evening. I'm sure
the version I heard was heavily - and mercifully -- edited for my benefit.
Strangely, I enjoyed hearing Sarah's tale. I felt a powerful sense of
sharing and closeness as she talked. I felt her excitement as she
described her evening. I was happy for her. At that moment, I felt like
we were girlfriends - or sisters - and I enjoyed it.
We put down our tea cups and turned off the lights. Sarah snuggled up very
close to me, her face nuzzling my cheek and neck. She inhaled deeply.
"Mmmm," she said. "You smell nice." And with that we both drifted off to
sleep.
Tuesday
I shared all these developments first with Dr. Mitchell and then with Vicki
over lunch. By now I had calmed down about the Sarah/Dr. Roberts situation
and Mark's words had really sunk in. I was feeling more confident about my
place with Sarah even if the idea of her being with Dr. Roberts still made
me rather nauseous. Dr. Mitchell seemed quite concerned and we agreed
that we would talk about it every week. Vicki was mortified and couldn't
believe how or why I was taking this all so calmly.
I tried explaining how it wasn't so bad to Vicki, but it was really no use.
I could see the whole subject was more upsetting to her than it was to me
at this point. I did my best to change the subject and get back to chit-
chatting about nothing important, which was much more enjoyable for me.
After I left Vicki's, I decided to make a detour before heading home.
Mark's invitation to visit him on Friday night had gotten stuck in my mind.
I was now curious about where he lived and decided to drive past his house.
I had his address in my little book of phone numbers that I kept in my
purse. It really wasn't that far from Vicki's house, but the area was very
different. Vicki lived in a modest development of somewhat older split-
level and ranch style homes, while Mark lived in a recently built townhouse
in an area that had recently been redeveloped. The building that he lived
in looked new and nice - but also fairly modest. I found Mark's address,
but his front door looked exactly the same as the dozen front doors of the
neighboring units. I doubted Mark was at home, but I wasn't planning to
visit anyway - I was just doing a bit of reconnaissance.
I started the trip home when I remembered that I was supposed to pick up
dry cleaning. I circled back to the cleaners and parked. I dug the claim
ticket out of my purse.
By now I was fairly comfortable going to the dry cleaners. They were now
accustomed to me and were very polite. It was run by an Asian family, the
Chens, and they knew that Sarah and I were linked somehow, so perhaps that
helped. I would still get funny looks from other customers on occasion,
but I could tolerate some amount of that.
I entered the dry cleaners. "Oh, hello, Miss Madison. How are you today?"
the owner's wife called to me with a big smile as I came in.
"Fine, thank you, Mrs. Chen. And how are you?" I replied, as I handed her
my ticket.
"Fine, fine. Let me take care of that." Mrs. Chen shouted something in
Chinese to a family member in the back. She found some dresses and blouses
that Sarah had dropped off. And then Mrs. Chen's daughter, a girl 18 or 20
years old I guess, came out with a half dozen shirts on hangers in a
plastic bag. "Hello, Miss Madison," she said to me, with a knowing smile,
examining every inch of me with her eyes. "I like your boots. Are they
Cole Haan?" she asked.
"Why yes they are, thank you," I said.
Mrs. Chen rang me up and I paid. She handed me the dresses and the blouses
- and the men's shirts.
"Oh, there must be some mistake," I said. "Those aren't mine."
"No mistake, Miss Madison. See here." Mrs. Chen pointed to the paper
ticket I had just handed her and it did indeed indicate six men's shirts,
medium starch. "Your pretty friend dropped them off last Friday." I
noticed a monogram on a cuff said "J.R."
"Oh, of course," I said, pretending that this made perfect sense to me. I
thanked Mrs. Chen again. Her daughter was still standing there staring and
smiling. I grabbed all the clothes and headed back to the car.
So now I was fetching Dr. Roberts' dry cleaning too. I guess a good
housewife's work is never done.
End of Part 10
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