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Jennifer's Journey - Becoming the Perfect Housewife, Part 12
An Eventful Monday
Mondays were typically pretty uneventful. And compared to the
excitement of last night, when I went to Mark's house for the first
time on a 'date' while Sarah was over at Dr. Roberts' house, I expected
today to be rather tame.
But Sarah, as you know, is full of surprises.
I was up early. I did a workout in the basement wearing one of my Lycra
workout outfits. Recently, I had been working hard on stretching and
flexibility, in addition to the usual toning and aerobic parts of the
workout. I then showered, did my make-up and got dressed before
bringing Sarah's breakfast to her in bed. Over breakfast, Sarah brought
up a subject that surprised me.
"Jen, you know your birthday is coming up and I thought I might plan a
little celebration for us," Sarah said.
I hadn't given one moment of thought to the fact that my birthday was
coming up. I was touched that Sarah remembered, especially with
everything else that was going on in our lives.
"Oh, that would be nice. But don't go to any trouble. As long as I can
be with you, that's all the celebration I need," I said. Sarah kissed
me.
"Well, let's plan for Friday night OK. I know your actual birthday is
next Monday, but Friday night's are more...festive."
"OK with me," I said.
"Great. Let's make it as special as we can. If it's OK with you, I'll
move your salon appointment to Friday this week. We'll just make
Thursday a quiet night at home for a change."
"Sounds nice. Thanks," I said.
We chatted about this and that over breakfast and then I helped Sarah
get ready to go out. She was planning a morning at the office and then
a client lunch (no, really, lunch with a legitimate client for a
change). Before she left she said, "I need to ask another favor of you,
Jenny. When I was over at Jake's, I noticed he had a big pile of
laundry that he needed to do. Well, I offered to take it home with me
and do it for him. It's in a bag in the laundry room. Would you be a
dear and take of this, please? Oh, and I brought his shirts home with
me too. Could you drop those off at the dry cleaners tomorrow when
you're over in Mayfair?"
"Come on, Sarah," I said, stamping my foot, "I don't think that's fair
at all. I already have so much laundry to do with your clothes and
mine. Do I really have to do this?"
"Oh, please, Jen." Sarah pleaded. "Jake is a terribly busy man. As it
is, I'm taking him away from his practice more than I should. The more
time he has to spend doing things like laundry and running to the dry
cleaners, the less time he has to spend with me. Please Jen? For me?"
"Fine," I huffed. Sarah thanked me profusely and gave me a kiss on the
cheek before heading out the door.
I did the Doctor's laundry. It wasn't too much work. I separated the
whites and darks and did it in two loads. I didn't want to mix his
clothes in with ours in the wash. It was mostly socks and boxer shorts
and undershirts with a couple of casual shirts. There were some gym
clothes that were particularly gross and sweaty (Sarah had told me that
Dr. Roberts liked to play squash). It all didn't take long. I quickly
pressed all the clothes before folding them up. I was going to put them
back in the bag that Sarah had brought them in, but then decided to get
a box out of the attic, knowing that the clothes would arrive nicer if
I packed them that way.
Sarah returned home in the middle of the afternoon. She was very
appreciative when she saw how I had taken care of Dr. Roberts' clothes
and said she would take the box of clean clothes to him the next chance
she had. She hadn't been home for ten minutes when the doorbell rang.
Sarah answered it because I hate answering the door when I don't know
who it might be.
A few minutes later, Sarah called up the stairs to me, "Oh Jennifer, I
think you better come down here and see this."
I ran down the stairs and there on the dining room table was an
enormous bouquet of flowers. I mean, it was spectacular. "Are those for
me?" I stammered.
"Let me read you the card that came with them," Sarah said, opening the
little envelope.
"No! That's mine! Give me that!" I shouted trying to wrest the card
from her.
"Oh no you don't!" Sarah was laughing as she ran away from me, keeping
me from getting my hands on the card. She cleared her throat. "Here
goes. 'To My Little Kitten...' Oh my God! You're 'His Little Kitten'.
That's hysterical. That's so corny." She was laughing hard.
"Give me that!" I said again, chasing her around the dining room table,
but she was just too quick.
Sarah read the card aloud as she continued to evade me. "'To My Little
Kitten, Thank you for such a special evening. Love, Mark.'"
I finally caught her and snatched the card away from her. I read the
card with my own eyes. It was just as Sarah had read it.
"Well," Sarah said. "It sure sounds like somebody put out last night."
"Oh stop it!" I said, but I was laughing a little bit now too. I really
wished she hadn't learned about the whole 'Kitten' thing. I'm sure she
would be giving me a hard time about that for weeks to come.
Surprisingly, Sarah didn't make any comment about how Mark had signed
the card with the word 'Love'. I certainly noticed, however.
Later that evening, Sarah and I enjoyed a lovely dinner together. I
changed into a slightly dressier outfit and dabbed on a little perfume
before sitting down to eat. Sarah joked that there was no room to serve
dinner with Mark's huge bouquet on the table. After I took care of the
dishes, Sarah and I moved up to the bedroom. I could tell Sarah was
feeling amorous, so I asked her what she wanted me to wear. I had
learned that it was a real turn-on for Sarah to allow her to decide how
to I was to dress for bed when she was in this mood. She picked out a
very cute ballet-length gown that was edged in lace. It had a delicate
pattern of pink ribbons printed on a cream colored background. This was
one of my favorites. It wasn't the sexiest nightgown I owned, but it
was very, very pretty - and I felt wonderfully feminine wearing it.
I changed into my nightie in the bathroom. When I emerged, Sarah was
wrapped loosely in her robe and sitting on the edge of the bed in front
of her mirrors. It was very clear what she wanted me to do.
I sank to my knees and pulled her robe open enough to give me access. I
began by kissing the insides of her thighs - which are so soft they
defy description. I worked my way up to where I knew she wanted my
mouth to be and I went to work. Within just a few moments Sarah was
moaning and grinding her hips into my face. Her robe was starting to
fall from her shoulders and her eyes were glued to the show in the
mirrors before her. She was enjoying herself immensely, and so was I.
And then the phone rang. Sarah twisted and reached across the bed and
picked up the cordless phone.
Oh shit, I thought. Why did the phone have to ring now? This was going
to spoil the whole mood.
"Oh hi, Jake. How nice to hear from you," Sarah said into the phone.
Hearing that, I let out a big sigh and started to get to my feet. I was
certain that Sarah would rather talk to her boyfriend than play with
me.
Sarah placed a hand over the mouthpiece of the phone and quietly said
to me, "Don't stop."
It wasn't exactly a command, but it was close. I was confused. Did she
really want me to go on...servicing her while she talked on the phone?
She gestured with her head and with her eyes in a way that I
interpreted to mean, "Get you face back between my legs." So that's
what I did.
Sarah continued her phone conversation while I worked away. "Oh no,"
she said into the phone, "you weren't interrupting anything. This is a
great time to talk." I looked up at Sarah and she winked and smiled
down at me.
Sarah did her best to keep her tone even and to disguise the fact that
that she was receiving oral sex while talking on the phone. I was
forced to listen to Sarah's half of the phone conversation, things
like, "Yes, I'm sorry we couldn't get together today, I had this client
meeting," and, "Oh, yes, I know. I missed you too. So much."
At one point, Sarah asked into the phone, "So how much did you miss
me?" Sarah giggled as she listened to Dr. Roberts' answers.
"So if we were together right now, what do you think we'd be doing?" Oh
God! Sarah was inviting Dr. Roberts to talk dirty to her on the phone.
And Sarah apparently liked what he was saying. See managed a string of
responses like, "Mmmmm, that sounds nice," and, "Ohhh, you know I love
it when you do that."
As Sarah listened to Dr. Roberts' naughtiness, I could tell that Sarah
was really getting into it. She stopped hiding the fact that she was
getting turned on. She told Dr. Roberts to keep talking. She claimed
that she was touching herself while he talked. When she said this she
smiled down at me again and placed her free hand firmly behind my head.
I used my tongue and lips on her the way she had taught me and it was
working. Sarah was getting louder and hotter and wetter. "Oh Yes! Oh
Yes! Oh Yes!" Sarah was now shouting. "I'm cumming," she announced into
the phone. "You're making me cummmmmm!"
No, I thought, I was making her cum.
When her little phone sex escapade had ended, she wished the Doctor
good night and blew a kiss into the phone and hung up. I was still
slumped on the floor. I was exhausted - physically from the work I had
just done and emotionally from Sarah's little game.
Sarah helped me up onto the bed and she grabbed my head in her hands.
She crushed my lips against hers and kissed me long and deep and hard.
I'm sure she was tasting herself as she kissed me, but she didn't
appear to mind. "That was wild!" she said. "You are the best! That was
so intense! Oh thank you, thank you, thank you!" she kissed me again.
"Jake came too," she informed me. Yuck. Too much information. I really
didn't need to know that.
Sarah went to the bathroom and cleaned herself up and got ready for
bed. She climbed in under the covers next to me and gave me a kiss. She
squeezed me tight and said, "Good night...Kitten." Sarah exploded in
laughter. I grabbed my pillow and whacked Sarah with it. And so began
an epic pillow fight that eventually I let Sarah win. Victorious and
very turned on, Sarah decided that she would enjoy a celebratory
fucking of her poor vanquished Jenny. I knew this would happen. I can
be a bit manipulative too.
A Quiet Thursday Evening at Home
Thursday was a little different from the ordinary. Usually, I would go
straight from Vicki's house over to Debbie's salon and spend the
afternoon getting worked on by the girls. But today I came straight
home after Vicki's, because Sarah had moved my salon appointment to
Friday on account of my birthday celebration plans.
Sarah came home shortly after I did and we spent part of the afternoon
making dinner together - something we rarely did these days. It was
lots of fun. We enjoyed eating our meal and chatting leisurely for
several hours. We went to bed fairly early and together we looked
through some clothing catalogs that had come in the mail recently.
Neither Sarah nor I really needed any more clothes, but frankly we were
both addicted to buying pretty new things.
We were about to start getting romantic when the phone rang. I hate
that phone! Sarah saw that the CallerID indicated that it was Mark so I
picked up. We chatted for a few moments. I felt self-conscious talking
to Mark in front of Sarah who was right next to me thumbing through a
catalog and certainly listening to every word I said.
And then Mark surprised me. "Kitten, do you mind if I speak with Sarah
for a moment."
What did this mean? A chill went through me. Sarah couldn't be...with
Mark...No. I shook off my fears and handed the phone to Sarah.
"Hello, Mark. The flowers you sent Jenny were lovely. I've enjoyed them
too. Now what can I do for you?" Sarah said into the phone.
Sarah listened for a moment then replied "Oh, yes, well, I see. Hold
on. Let me get the other phone." With that Sarah sprang out of bed and
asked me to hang up the bedroom extension when she had picked up in her
office. I did as she asked, although I was tempted to try to listen in.
I did however, tip-toe to the bedroom door to try to hear at least
Sarah's half of the conversation.
"No, Mark, I understand. I'd be happy to help you out," Sarah said. "We
can take care of this tomorrow if you'd like. Tell you what. Come here
at 10:00 and give Jenny her massage and we'll skip mine. When you're
done with her, then you and I can head out together. You'll have to
skip lunch, but that will give us two and a half hours together if we
need that much time."
Sarah responded to something Mark said, "Well of course she'll be
suspicious and know something's up. But what can we do? Let's just do
it my way and I think everything will be fine."
Sarah laughed at something and said good-bye to Mark and hung up. I
next heard her make another call. "Hello, Jake, it's me. Listen, I need
to cancel our lunch date for tomorrow. I know. I'm really sorry about
this. Believe me, I need it as much as you do, but something came up.
I'll make it up to you - I'm sure you'll think of a way." And then
there was endless giggling as Sarah listened to Dr. Roberts'
undoubtedly inappropriate ideas on how my wife "would make it up to
him." She said good night to Dr. Roberts and blew a kiss into the phone
and hung up.
Sarah climbed back into bed.
"So," I asked, "what was that all about."
"Oh nothing," Sarah replied with exaggerated innocence. "Nothing to
trouble your pretty little head over." And with that she kissed me on
the cheek, turned off her light and rolled over and fell asleep.
Sleep came more slowly to me. My pretty little head was indeed
troubled.
A Friday to Remember
Friday morning arrived and I got everything ready for my massage. I
knew that the routine would be different based on overhearing Sarah on
the phone. After breakfast, Sarah got completely dressed, while I
slipped into my "gaffe" and swimsuit and robe. I tried to get Sarah to
share with me what was going on, but she wouldn't answer.
Mark started my massage at 10:00. Sarah stayed upstairs so we were
alone, but I didn't know if or when Sarah might appear. I climbed up on
the massage table and Mark leaned in and gave me a kiss on the lips.
"Cut that out, mister," I scolded. "You're on the clock, so get busy,"
I laughed.
And so Mark did get busy. But today's massage was different from all my
prior massages. After our evening together on Sunday, our relationship
had clearly changed. I felt this in Mark's hands as he massaged me. His
touch was gentler, more sensual. His hands knowingly caressed my
thighs, my tummy and my bottom. He gently stroked the spaces between my
fingers and toes in a way that drove me crazy. I felt a dampness
forming where my "Little Princess" was tucked between my legs.
Fortunately, I had planned ahead and was wearing a panty liner inside
my "gaffe".
As Mark walked around me, he would deliberately allow his crotch to
brush against me. I noticed that the bulge in his pants grew as the
massage progressed. Mark would give my arms and hands and legs and even
the soles of my feet quick little kisses as he went about his work. I
was nervous that Sarah would appear at just the wrong moment, so I
repeatedly asked Mark to stop his fooling around - although I was
really enjoying it.
Sarah did indeed appear before my massage was over. She was dressed and
ready to go out. As soon as Mark was done with me, Sarah said to Mark,
"OK, time to go."
"What's going on you two?" I demanded.
"Will you just relax for once. I'm just going to borrow your man for a
little while," Sarah said with a smile. "I'll be back in time to take
you over to the salon for your appointment with Debbie."
Sarah and Mark left, and I didn't even get a good-bye kiss.
I tried to relax like Sarah said. I took my shower and made myself
lunch. I busied myself with a few light chores that needed taking care
of.
Sarah returned from her outing with Mark but she wouldn't say a word
about what they were up to. I kept trying to get her to break right up
until the moment when Sarah dropped me off at the salon.
Debbie knew that Sarah and I were celebrating my birthday that evening,
but she didn't seem to know any details. But she did promise to make me
gorgeous for my special evening. And she did.
Extra time was spent on my hair. I was given a little trim to even out
the longest parts and to get rid of some split ends. After some time
spent in rollers, I was combed out and my hair had a lovely soft wave
with incredible fullness and style. I think an entire can of hairspray
was used to get my perfect hairdo to stay put. My make-up received just
as much attention by one of the girls. My eyes were lined dramatically
and my eyelids had several shades of pinks and purples blended to give
a very pretty effect. My lips were lined, then painted, then glossed. I
looked fantastic when they were done!
Debbie led me to the back room where my garment bag revealed yet more
new clothes. It was a two piece outfit with a fitted, sleeveless top
and a pencil shirt, all in an emerald green silk brocade. The tags said
Neiman Marcus and I knew it must have been expensive. I tried it on and
it fit like a dream. It was really pretty. It was certainly fancy and
elegant, and yet it wasn't over the top - it was the kind of thing a
wealthy woman might wear to a nice lunch or an evening at the theater.
I loved it and I thought I looked great in it. As always, Sarah had
packed just the right shoes and a purse to with my lovely outfit.
But I still didn't know what Sarah's plans were. I suspected that we
weren't going straight home after the salon. I was right.
Sarah came back to the room where I was finishing changing. She too was
dressed up, looking classy and sexy. She was wearing one of her many
Little Black Dresses, this one a short sleeved, dropped waist number
with a pretty bow detail. She looked so elegant, in a ladies-who-lunch
sort of way, just like me.
Sarah gushed over how pretty I looked and I thanked her for the pretty
new outfit. Debbie wished me a Happy Birthday and told me to have a fun
evening. Sarah walked me to the car and opened the passenger door for
me. She waited for me to slide in before closing my door and walking
around to the driver's side and getting in herself.
As Sarah drove us out of the parking lot, I asked, "So, are you going
to tell me now where you're taking me for my birthday?" I had visions
of us checking into a fancy hotel someplace and ordering room service.
"We're heading to the Old Watermill Inn tonight," Sarah replied.
I was heartbroken. "But the Watermill is so crowded on Friday nights.
You know I didn't like it there the last time we went on a Friday.
Besides, don't you think we're a little too dressed up for going
there?" I was not happy about Sarah's plans.
"Now Jenny, people come dressed all kinds of ways to the Watermill and
we look just fine. As for everything else, you're just going to have to
trust me," Sarah said.
So we drove in silence for the next half hour. I was pretty upset. I
had been so excited about celebrating my birthday with Sarah and
getting all dressed up. But now we were heading to the OWI, where it
would be crowded and loud and we wouldn't even be able to get a table.
I really didn't want to be perched on a barstool dressed like this
tonight.
We pulled into the parking lot at 6:30 sharp. The lot was crowded, but
it wasn't packed yet. I guess the worst of the crowd would come later.
Sarah parked. We both threw sweaters over our shoulders as the evening
was fairly cool. We made our way over the rough pavement of the parking
lot in our spiky high heels.
Kay the hostess greeted us at the door. "And here's the birthday girl!"
she said loudly as she gave me a big hug. Everyone within earshot
turned and looked at what all the fuss was about. "Right this way, you
two," Kay said as we followed her through the crowded bar into the
restaurant area in back.
Instead of seating us at one of the booths with the high backs that I
like, Kay took us further back in the dining room. Towards the back, in
a bit of an alcove, was a large table that could seat about ten people.
It wasn't exactly a private room, but it was separated a bit from the
rest of the diners. Kay led us over to this table.
And then I nearly passed out. The little alcove area was decorated with
streamers and a banner that said "Happy Birthday Jennifer!" And there
were people standing around the large table, who all turned and shouted
"Surprise!" at once. There was Vicki. And Mark. And my sister Caitlin.
And Dr. Roberts. I turned and there was Melissa, my favorite waitress.
"Happy Birthday, Jenny," she said as she gave me a quick hug and a kiss
on the cheek. "Can I get you ladies a drink?" Sarah ordered a
Cosmopolitan. I was too shocked to think of anything to order. "How
about a Kir Royale for the birthday girl?" Sarah suggested. I nodded.
I was about to say something to Sarah, when Debbie from the salon came
bursting into the room. "Sorry I'm late, but I needed to close up the
shop after you left and to pull myself together. Happy Birthday,
sweetie," she said as she kissed me. Debbie's hair was teased up, her
make-up was heavy and her skirt was very short and very tight. She had
told me that she liked to have fun and attract attention when she went
out. I knew this was the look she liked
Sarah waved for Caitlin to come over to us. Sarah gave Caitlin a big
hug and thanked her for coming. Caitlin looked marvelous in a plum
colored, fitted skirt suit over a little silk camisole. "Happy
Birthday, Jenny," Caitlin said as she hugged me.
I felt some tears forming as I said to my sister, "I can't believe any
of this is happening. And I really can't believe that you're here."
"Jennifer, I wouldn't miss your birthday," Caitlin said. "And Sarah
invited me to stay over at your place tonight. My husband agreed to
watch little Emily until tomorrow morning, so I am ready to have some
fun!"
"Caitlin, you need to meet our boyfriends," Sarah said. I could see the
shock register on Caitlin's face when Sarah said this. I was shocked as
well. "This is my boyfriend, Jake Roberts. Jake, this is Jen's sister
Caitlin." They shook hands.
"We met before you arrived, I just hadn't realized that Jake was
your...boyfriend," Caitlin gulped.
"Yup. So hands off!" Sarah joked. "And this hunky guy is Jennifer's
boyfriend. Mark, did you meet Caitlin yet?"
"Of course I did," he said as he shook Caitlin's hand again and gave
her his killer smile.
Caitlin gave me a very puzzled look. She hadn't known anything about
Mark or Dr. Roberts. I was not sure what was more humiliating: having
my wife announce to my sister that she had a boyfriend, or having her
inform my sister that her sissy, girlish brother had a boyfriend.
"Boyfriend?" she silently mouthed to me. I smiled and shrugged - what
else could I do.
Mark started chatting with Caitlin so Dr. Roberts took this as his
opportunity to talk to me. He gently grabbed my elbow and steered me to
a quieter corner of the room where we could talk with a bit more
privacy. He leaned in close to my ear so he could keep his voice low
while he spoke.
"Look, Jenny, Sarah insisted that I come here tonight. I told her that
I really didn't think that you'd want me here. So just say the word and
I'll go. The last thing I want to do is ruin your party. I'm sure you
must hate me."
I looked the doctor in the eye - in my three inch heels our eyes were
nearly level. I sighed and said, "No Doctor. I don't hate you. And you
don't have to leave. I don't even really blame you for what's happened
between you and Sarah. I expect that Sarah was going to...roam
eventually given my lifestyle change. If it weren't you, it probably
would have been somebody else."
Dr. Roberts looked relieved. I continued.
"But that doesn't mean I'm happy about what's going on between you two.
And you and I aren't friends. But I know Sarah is going to do whatever
Sarah is going to do. I guess we both know that by now." The Doctor
started nodding his head in agreement.
"In fact," I said, "if she was going to start...seeing someone, I'm
glad it's someone responsible like you."
"But you listen to me," I continued, poking Dr. Roberts in the chest
with my long, manicured finger nail, "You better be good to Sarah. I
mean it. Don't you ever hurt her."
Dr. Roberts stood there in stunned silence for a moment. Then he said,
"I can now see why Sarah cares so much about you. You are a remarkable
person."
He continued with a bit of a smile, "So you're sure if it's OK if I
stay?"
"Sure," I replied. "Sarah invited you and I'm certainly not going to
uninvite you. Besides, there are too few guys here as it is. I'd be
worried about Mark if he had to entertain all these girls on his own."
I managed a smile of my own when I said that. I was going to enjoy this
party.
The Doctor drifted back to the rest of the party and was the perfect
guest, circulating among all of the girls and generally having fun.
I chatted with each our guests, one by one. Everyone looked so nice.
The girls were all in skirts or dresses. Dr. Roberts was wearing his
blue blazer over a blue shirt and looked very sophisticated. Mark wore
a stylish black jacket over a white shirt and wrinkled khakis. He
looked incredibly sexy.
Sarah started getting things organized. "Now, Jen, you sit there at the
head of the table. Let's put our two gentlemen on either side of you
since you are the birthday girl. I'm sitting here next to Jake, because
I can't trust you other girls with being too close to him." Everybody
laughed. Sarah was really good at this sort of thing. "Caitlin, you sit
next to Mark. Mark - don't let your fantasies get out of control
sitting between a pair of gorgeous, sexy sisters." More laughter.
Mark said, "I'll do my best to behave, but it will be hard."
Sarah shot back with a grin, "I'm sure 'it' will be hard. That's
exactly what I'm worried about!" Everybody howled with laughter at
that. Poor Mark seemed a bit embarrassed by Sarah's joke, but he
laughed too.
"Vicki, you sit next to Caitlin. And Debbie you sit next to me."
When everyone was seated, Melissa took more drink orders. Sarah and
Caitlin were both drinking Cosmos, Vicki had a glass of white wine.
Debbie was drinking something with an umbrella in it and the two
fellows were drinking big pint glasses of ale.
Everyone was seated and chatting happily. Sarah rapped her water glass
with her knife to get everybody's attention.
"If I may have your attention for a moment, I would like to make a
brief speech..." Sarah said.
End of Part 12
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