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Jennifer's Journey - Becoming the Perfect Housewife, Part 11
Anticipating Sunday
What seemed so shocking and bizarre just a few days ago somehow became an
accepted and ordinary part of my life. My wife had a boyfriend that she was
spending lots of time with and I was letting her. No, I was helping her. On
Monday, after I finished doing Sarah's hair and make-up for her lunch-time
date with Dr. Roberts, she stood up from the vanity. She was still wearing
just her sexy underwear from Victoria's Secret and a new necklace that I
assumed was from you-know-who. She posed and stretched and twirled in front
of me, saying, "So, do you think he'll like this?"
I looked at her and said, "You'd give a dead man a hard-on looking like
that."
She squealed with delight at that comment.
Somehow I didn't let her 'dates' bother me too much, but I still wasn't
looking forward to next Sunday night. The idea of Sarah being at Dr.
Roberts' house - and in his bed - really bothered me.
Mark was still calling me frequently. I kind of looked forward to his
calls. We would chat about silly stuff for ten minutes or so and his calls
always left me feeling upbeat and energized. He did, however, make a point
on each call to bug me about spending more time with him. He was getting
more insistent. He specifically asked if Sarah was going to out again next
Sunday night. I admitted that I thought she would. Mark reminded me how
blue I became sitting home all alone last Sunday. He urged me to come over
to his place.
He persisted over lunch on Friday, begging me to come over on Sunday. In
the end I agreed and he seemed thrilled.
When Sunday afternoon came, I still hadn't told Sarah about my plans. I had
prepared a lasagna earlier in the day that I was planning to bring over to
Mark's house and warm it up there, along with a salad and some garlic
bread. I also planned to bring a bottle of red wine in case he didn't have
any. I was too embarrassed to talk about any of this with Sarah. At first,
I thought maybe I could leave after she left for Dr. Roberts' house and be
back home before her. But I still needed to get myself dressed and made-up
to go out and there was no way to hide that from her.
When the middle of the afternoon came on Sunday, I hopped in the shower to
get myself ready. I figured I'd get an early start. I still needed to allow
time to do Sarah's hair and make-up because she certainly expected that I'd
help her. But I can hide nothing from Sarah. I hadn't even really started
my make-up or anything when Sarah came up to me.
"You're going out tonight, aren't you? Are you going to Mark's place?" she
asked, her eyes penetrating deep into mine.
"Maybe I am," I replied as coolly as I could manage.
"That's wonderful! What are you going to wear? Is that why there's all that
food in the fridge? What are the two of you planning on doing?" Sarah was
bubbling over with questions and excitement.
So I shared with her my plans and we talked about our outfits and she even
helped me with my hair after I did hers. She encouraged me to go a bit
dressier than I was planning - it was evening after all. I wore a classic
burgundy sheath dress with short sleeves from Talbot's. Sarah even lent me
one of her pretty necklaces and gave me a pair of her pantyhose after I
badly ran my last pair of off-black stockings.
"You know, Jen, since we're both going over to Mayfair, wouldn't it make
much more sense if we drove together?" Sarah asked. "I'd be happy to drive
tonight. I could drop you off at Mark's place and then pick you up later -
at 10:30 or 11:00. What do you say? It will be fun to ride over together
and it's stupid for both of us to drive separately all the way across
town."
It was always hard for me to argue with Sarah. So I went all the way from
trying to keep my visit to Mark's house a secret to carpooling with my wife
as we both went out on our Sunday night dates. Could my life get any
stranger?
Sarah dropped me at Mark's place around 6:00. She gave me a peck on the
cheek, then tried to clean-off a smudge of her lipstick from my face. "Have
a great time and say hi to Mark for me. I'll see you at 10:45, OK? Love
ya'." She said before she pulled away from the curb.
My Visit to Mark's
I was only halfway to Mark's door when he came bounding out to greet me,
like an eager Saint Bernard dog. The air was fairly cold, but he came
running out barefoot, wearing only a tight grey t-shirt and jeans. He tried
to kiss me right there on the walkway leading up to his door but I told him
to cut that out and just wait a minute. He took the box in which I had
packed tonight's dinner from my arms and we walked inside.
He put the box down in the kitchen and gave me the 'grand tour'. Mark's
townhouse was small but very comfortable, very nice. There was a
combination dining/living room area right inside the front door. It looked
like most of his furniture came from Ikea - nothing was expensive but it
all looked nice and inviting. He had a sectional couch in the living area
arranged around a TV and a small fireplace. There was even a fire going
which was nice because there was a real chill in the mid-March evening air.
The small kitchen had a nice counter area for eating at and all the
appliances were new. There was a powder room off to one side. His bedroom
was upstairs along with a larger bathroom. I just took a quick peak
upstairs, not wanting to give Mark the wrong idea. I was impressed by how
tidy everything was.
Then he took my downstairs to the basement level. Here was a laundry area,
access to the garage and a second bedroom. Mark opened the door of this
room - it was a mess. It was piled wall-to-wall with all kinds of stuff -
mostly sports equipment. I saw skis and a surfboard and tennis racquets and
million other things. Guy things.
"Now you know how I keep the rest of the house so neat," he admitted with a
grin.
We went back up to the first floor. Standing in the foyer, he took both of
my hands in his. "So, what do you think?" he asked. "It's not a mansion
like you've got, but it's home."
"I like it," I replied. "Really I do. It's cheerful and uncomplicated and
comfortable - it's a perfect reflection of you." He leaned in and gave me
my first kiss of the evening.
"I'm glad you like it. I'm hoping that you'll want to spend more time
here," he said.
I thought to myself, maybe I could picture myself spending more time here.
Yes, definitely maybe. I studied Mark as he stood in front of me. He looked
so natural and handsome. His t-shirt clung to his lean, muscular body. And
his faded jeans were at once relaxed and tight. He smelled nice, like soap.
I preheated the oven and started warming up the lasagna and the garlic
bread. Mark seemed very excited when I told him what was on the menu. And
when I opened his refrigerator I began to understand why. It was a horror.
A few cold cuts, an old pizza, a bunch of Chinese take-out cartons, and not
much more. As I worked in the kitchen, I started going through the fridge
and throwing out a bunch of things that had gone bad.
Mark sat at the kitchen counter, apparently enjoying watching me work. He
was terribly amused by my cleaning out his refrigerator without even asking
him. We maintained a pleasant conversation while I worked - my cooking
tasks this evening were simple.
Mark opened the bottle of wine I had brought and we had a delightful meal.
Mark had three helpings of lasagna and finished the entire loaf of garlic
bread. He was in heaven, I could tell. I hadn't thought to bring a dessert
and made a mental note for next time.
I was having a great time. Between the pleasant conversation, the gentle
flirting, the red wine and the satisfaction I felt from watching Mark enjoy
my cooking so much, I was having a ball. I gathered up the plates and
quickly rinsed them off before loading the dishwasher. I also wrapped up
the leftover lasagna and put it away in Mark's refrigerator.
What a delightful evening it had been.
Then I checked the time. It was 7:30. Could that be right? It was only
7:30? It was going to be more than three hours before Sarah would be coming
back. I really hadn't thought through this evening at all. I was happy to
be here and was looking forward to spending time with Mark, but we had
always been rushing every time we had lunch together. What was going to
happen now that we had all this time to fill together? I started to get
nervous.
"Let's move over to the couch," Mark suggested.
He brought the rest of the wine and our glasses and placed them on the
small coffee table. He then dimmed the lights and turned on some soft music
before he came back and sat next to me.
I felt weirdly trapped. Mark put his arms around me and started kissing me,
but he could tell right away that something wasn't right. He asked me what
was wrong, but I had no words to describe it.
"Maybe you'd like to watch a movie," he suggested. He had some old classics
- movies that a lot of people don't like, but that I love. I picked "Seven
Year Itch" and he put it on.
Within five minutes, I wasn't feeling trapped or overwhelmed. We were both
laughing and made myself comfortable laying back against Mark's chest while
he draped an arm over my shoulders. His hand rested gently on one of my
false breasts and I closed my eyes and imagined what that would feel like
if it were real. Mark would kiss the top of my head every few minutes. I
found my arm resting on the top of his leg and I was absent-mindedly
stroking his thigh with my hand.
Less than half way through the movie I found myself much more interested in
Mark than I was in Marilyn Monroe on the TV. We started kissing like
maniacs. Our tongues in and out of each other's mouths. Mark's hands ran up
and down my back - and my backside. As I pressed against him, I could feel
a swelling in Mark's jeans. Oh dear. It was impossible to miss. And it just
kept growing. Mark knew that I had noticed what was happening. He had a
devilish grin on his face. "I guess my friend is excited that you decided
to visit us tonight."
I rolled my eyes. "Oh really? And does this friend of yours have a name?" I
don't know why I asked this. I guess I was trying hard not to act as
shocked as I really was.
"Of course he does. It's Mr. Hammer. Mr. Jack Hammer." Mark was laughing
hard, very pleased with his stupid little joke.
"Jack Hammer. Very amusing," I said trying to sound above his adolescent
humor. I picked up my wine glass and took a sip. When I put down my glass,
Mark took my hand and placed it over the bulge in his jeans. "Aren't you
going to shake hands with Mr. Hammer? You don't want to be rude," he
laughed.
I recoiled in disgust at having my hand pressed against another man's
swollen cock. "No!" I shouted.
"Come on, Jenny, it'll be fun. Don't make such a big deal out of this. I
thought you liked being my girlfriend," he said.
His 'girlfriend'? Did he just say that I was his 'girlfriend'? Ooooo. I
liked the sound of that. "Really? I'm your girlfriend?" I asked, just
wanting to hear him say the word again.
"Well of course you are, aren't you? Yes you're my girlfriend. My
beautiful, sexy, adorable girlfriend."
Ooooo. I liked these words a lot.
And so Mark's 'girlfriend' bravely reached out her soft little hand and
placed it on the bulge in Mark's pants. I felt his stiff cock straining
against his tight jeans. I felt his warmth flowing right through the faded
denim and onto my hand. I started to slowly rub my hand over the hardness
in his jeans.
Mark started breathing deeply as I did this. His hips started moving
involuntarily, pressing into my hand. "Oh my," I said with a smile, "Mr.
Hammer seems very glad to meet me."
'Oh yeah, oh yeah," Mark kept repeating. "Oh yeah."
"Jenny, you're driving me crazy," Mark panted. "Do you mind if I get more
comfortable?"
I wasn't exactly sure what that meant, but I had a pretty good idea. "Go
ahead," I gulped. I was really getting scared, but I didn't want to turn
back yet.
And with that, Mark stripped off his jeans and underwear in one smooth
motion. He pulled his t-shirt off over his head with a second motion.
Before I knew it, Mark was stark naked on the couch next to me.
I didn't know how I should react, but Mark grabbed my shoulders and pulled
me in for a hard, deep, crushing kiss. He had my mouth against his for
several minutes, and it felt wonderful. As we kissed I worked up my courage
and let my arms reach around and I placed my hands on Mark's naked back. My
hands then drifted around his upper body, feeling the hard muscles of his
chest and shoulders and biceps.
And then I did it. In my wildest dreams, I never imagined this would
happen, but I reached down and touched his naked cock. I hadn't really
gotten a good look at it when he had shucked off his pants, so I was
surprised when my hand encountered this massive, rock hard, monster of a
cock. It was huge in every dimension. I was shocked. It was so completely
different from my pathetic "Little Princess". It surprised me how big and
hard it was, but at the same time, its skin was so soft and silky to the
touch. Instinctively, I wrapped my petite manicured hand around his
massive tool and slowly and gently began to stroke it. Mark was loving
this. He leaned way back on the couch and let me use my hand to pleasure
him. I could hear him softly moaning as I rubbed him. My charm bracelet
gently tinkled each time my hand moved up and down.
I reached over to my pocketbook which was nearby and took out a purse size
bottle of hand cr?me. I squeezed a sizable portion into the palm of my
right hand and returned to stroking his enormous cock. His moaning grew
louder after I made his cock and my hand slick and slippery with my hand
cr?me. His cock was huge. My hand barely reached all the way around it. And
it reached up way past his navel as he leaned back allowing me to play with
it.
He tried to pull me in close to him while I worked on his cock, but I
pulled back, not wanting to get a stain on my dress. Like Monica Lewinsky.
I laughed to myself. I guess I was turning into a little tramp just like
her.
"Oh baby. Oh yes. Your hand is so soft. This feels so good. Oh yeah baby."
He called me 'baby'. I was thrilled.
It wasn't long before my hand made him cum. He came explosively. He came in
huge spurts, landing mostly on his muscular chest and his hard abs. He
yelled with pleasure.
After a few minutes, I went to the bathroom to wash my hands. I grabbed a
towel for Mark to wipe himself up with.
When I came back to the couch, Mark was still lying there, his eyes closed,
not having moved a muscle since I left him.
"Time to get cleaned up," I announced.
"I'm too weak. You'll have to do it," he said smiling, in a fake raspy
exhausted voice.
"Fine," I said as I came back to Mark on the couch. I was about to wipe the
towel over the streaks of cum that criss-crossed his torso, when a strange
new feeling came over me. I climbed up on the couch and positioned myself
on my knees and said, "Fine, I'll clean you up if that's what you want."
I leaned in and began to lick Mark's cum from his body. I started at his
chest and shoulders and worked my way down to his abs. It tasted strange
but not unpleasant. Mark was shocked when I started doing this, His eyes
were open wide now -- I thought his eyes were going to bulge out of his
head. I enjoyed looking up at Mark's surprised and pleased face as I let
the tip of my tongue work over his body.
Mark's cum was everywhere and his sissy girlfriend was going to lick up
every drop. I was smiling as I cleaned up the mess I had made. I noticed
there was even some on his neck and on his jaw. I lapped this up as well.
"I hadn't realized that my girlfriend was part kitten," Mark said when I
was done. And suddenly I had a new nickname. From that moment on, I was
Mark's 'kitten'.
Heading Home
Sarah arrived to collect me from Mark's house on time at 10:45. I had
excused myself from Mark's embraces and kisses at about 10:20. I wanted to
leave myself enough time to get myself cleaned up before Sarah arrived. I
had packed a fairly extensive beauty kit in my oversized pocketbook - make-
up, a hair brush, even a small bottle of hairspray. Mark found a new
toothbrush for me to use.
I spread out my things in the powder room. When I looked at my reflection
in the mirror, I was glad I had thought this through. I looked awful. My
hair was a mess and my make-up was smeared. My lipstick was practically
worn away to nothing. It took me nearly twenty minutes to restore my hair
and face to how it looked when Sarah dropped me off. I didn't need Sarah
making comments or peppering me with questions on account of my looking as
if a man had been playing with me for the last four hours - even if that is
exactly what had just happened.
I climbed in the car. Sarah had not taken the same care to hide the effects
of her time with her boyfriend. "So, how was your date?" Sarah asked.
I didn't argue with her use of the 'date' word. "I had a lovely time," I
said, trying to sound blas? and cool.
"I bet you did," Sarah said with a big smile. "I had a great time too."
Sarah grilled me a bit about my evening, so I told her about how nice
dinner was and about watching a DVD. I didn't share too much else.
"Hmmm, is that all you did? Sounds boring," Sarah said with a grin.
"No, it's not all we did, but it's all I'm going to talk about. And no, it
wasn't boring. At all," I replied, a little defensively.
"I'm glad to hear it," Sarah said. "I had a great time at Jake's." She
proceeded to tell me about making dinner together with Dr. Roberts, about
sipping wine on the couch while listening to some classical music CDs, and
so on. When she got to the part of the story that involved the Jacuzzi in
Dr. Roberts' master bathroom, I asked her to stop. I didn't need to know
everything.
When we got home, I made us some tea and brought it upstairs to Sarah.
Sarah was already sitting in bed, wearing a soft pink brushed cotton long
sleeve nightgown. I owned the same nightgown so I put mine on too. Sarah
looked exhausted - I guess her evening had included some very strenuous
activity with Dr. Roberts.
And so this became our Sunday night 'tradition'. Helping each other get
ready for our dates at our boyfriends' houses, driving over and back
together, sharing tidbits of our dates and ending the evening with tea in
bed.
I took Sarah's cup from her when she was done and we both climbed under the
covers, and snuggled up together in our matching nighties.
"Jenny, you know I really like spending time with Jake and, well you know,
doing it with him. He's very good to me. But I really love being able to
come home and cuddling up with you like this. You always make me feel so
good. I feel so happy when I'm with you. I hope you feel the same way
about me," Sarah said in a quiet, sleepy voice.
"I do, Sarah. I really do. I love you very much," I said.
"I know you do," said Sarah, as she drifted off to sleep.
End of Part 11
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