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Jennifer's Journey - Becoming the Perfect Housewife, Part 14
My Sister's Phone Call
The week following my birthday party - the fourth week of March - was
certainly memorable.
The phone was ringing when Sarah and I arrived home after driving back
together from our Sunday night "dates" at our boyfriends' houses. It was
Caitlin. She was wasting no time converting Friday night's 'one night
stand' into a full blown affair.
After repeatedly saying how much fun she had at my party, she got down
to business. Caitlin wanted to see Brian, the guy she had met at my
birthday party, again and she needed my help. Since Brian was a
basketball coach, and as this was the off-season, apparently he had lots
of free time to fool around with my sister. Caitlin reported that Brian
was not working on Wednesday and that she wanted to meet him for lunch
and spend the afternoon with him - all while her husband was away at the
office, of course.
There was a problem. Little Emily. Caitlin wanted to know if I could
watch Emily for a few hours while she snuck off to be with Brian. Brian
lived only fifteen minutes away from my house, Caitlin explained, so it
would work out really well if she could come here first, leave Emily
with me, then head over to Brian's place.
Oh dear. I didn't know how to respond. I really wasn't certain I wanted
to be Caitlin's co-conspirator in this. I mean, Sarah and I weren't
exactly faithful to each other, but at least we were fairly open and
honest about what was going on. Caitlin was making plans to do all this
very much behind her husband's back.
And I was nervous about offering to take care of Emily. I loved the idea
of spending more time with her, remembering how much fun I had when
Caitlin brought her over when we had lunch together. But this was a big
responsibility and I didn't have experience with babies.
But in the end, she was my sister and she wanted my help, so what could
I say? I said yes.
I thought to make some conditions. I wanted Caitlin to come over on
Wednesday morning as soon as her husband left for work. That would give
us at least a couple of hours together with Emily so Caitlin could teach
me the basics of child care. And Caitlin would have to keep her cell
phone on all the time and come home the minute I called if I had a
problem. Caitlin happily agreed. Caitlin said that Jeff usually left for
work around 7:30 so she would try to get to my house around 9:00. She
was to meet Brian at a restaurant for lunch so she would need to leave
my place by 11:45. Her plan was to go to Brian's place after lunch and
to come back to pick up Emily around 4:00 so that she would be home
before 6:00. Caitlin sure had this all figured out. She thanked me about
a hundred times before hanging up. I was half nervous about taking care
of Emily on my own and half really excited about being able to spend
time with her again.
I told Sarah everything that was going on. She was happy that Caitlin
was getting out of the house and away from her husband, who she really
disliked even though she had only met him on a couple of occasions. I
also wanted Sarah to know that I wouldn't be getting any big cleaning
projects done on Wednesday.
Tuesday with Vicki
While I was planning on having my Wednesday routine interrupted on
account of Caitlin and Emily, I kept to my usual Tuesday schedule,
including a session with Dr. Mitchell and a trip to the drycleaners. And
of course I met Vicki at her house for lunch.
We were sitting together on the couch in Vicki's living room when I told
her all about Caitlin's romantic plans. She was half shocked, half
excited. She confirmed that the guy Caitlin had hooked up with on Friday
night was terribly good looking. I also updated her on my Sunday night
date and my nervousness about watching little Emily tomorrow.
Then I shared with Vicki something I hadn't talked to anyone about -
even Dr. Mitchell. I told Vicki about the jewelry that Sarah had given
me at my party on Friday night. How it was all jewelry that I had given
to her as gifts over the years.
"That does it!" Vicki shouted. "I can't stand this any more! When are
you going to wake up? That woman is evil! She's a witch! Every week you
sit there and tell me about the cruel things this woman does to you. And
you just take it. You are so blinded by your adoration of
that...monster, that you let her trample on your heart. I understand
that she's done a lot for you in helping you live out your dream and I
can see why you'd be grateful to her. But come on! Wake up! Giving you
back the jewelry that you gave to her - jewelry that represents your
love for her - this is the last straw. And it's not just the jewelry,
Jenny. She flaunts her affair with Dr. Roberts - even making you do his
laundry and whatnot. I swear, Jenny, where is your pride, your dignity?
I'm not sure I can respect you if you are going to keep on taking much
more of this treatment."
Wow!
Vicki's face was red and she was breathing hard after finishing her
tirade. Clearly this had been building inside of her for some time. I
couldn't even get my mind around half of what she had just said.
"Maybe I should just go," I said quietly.
"No, Jenny, please don't leave. I know how you feel about Sarah and I
know you don't want to hear anything bad about her. But I swear, Jenny,
open your eyes. If she loved you half as much as you love her, she
wouldn't treat you this way."
I burst into tears. "Oh Vicki, I just don't know. You're right, I know
you are. I know that for every kind and accepting thing Sarah does for
me, she always seems to do something that tears me apart inside. But I
still love her. And need her. But the weirdest part is that I know she
loves me too. I mean, I KNOW it! But for some reason she seems driven to
do things that make me crazy, that make me feel bad, that leave me
feeling so humiliated. Oh, I just don't know!"
"Jenny, you listen to me," Vicki commanded, "you better start paying
more attention and figure out what this relationship is doing to you.
You need to figure out what is happening and why. Now, I'm no
psychologist, but I have my theories..."
"Well?" I questioned.
"Look, obviously you're not stupid. You're intelligent, perceptive, and
all that. So, the way I see it, there are only one three possible
explanations for why you are so tolerant of Sarah's behavior. The first
explanation would be that you truly are so completely blinded by how
much you worship this woman that you find some why to rationalize every
mean thing she does, finding some way to convince yourself that her
behavior is somehow acceptable and really not cruel at all. Or..."
"Go on," I asked tentatively, beginning to have an inkling of what was
about to be said.
"Or," Vicki started, "The second explanation would be that you are
enjoying it. You feel you deserve it. You are getting a secret, perverse
thrill from her humiliations and cruelty. I think it makes you feel that
everything that is happening to you is beyond your control and that
helps you cope with guilt or other uncomfortable feelings about
your...unusual lifestyle choice."
"Ohhh," was all I was able to whisper in response. Dr. Mitchell had said
something similar to me several times in the past. But not this starkly.
Not so directly.
"But my third theory is even worse, Vicki continued. "I think your
feelings of powerlessness, which are reinforced each time Sarah
humiliates you, make you feel more feminine."
"Oh my God..." I replied softly.
"I'm here to tell you something, Jenny. Being humiliated has nothing to
do with being a woman or feeling feminine. I hope you know that. If
being powerless is your ideal of being a woman, than I can't be friends
with you any longer."
I knew instantly which of Vicki's three theories was correct. It was a
combination of all three. It was like she had opened a window and peered
directly into the darkest corners of my soul.
Vicki couldn't stop; she was on a roll now. "And there is absolutely
nothing that you are doing that justifies being treated badly. You enjoy
feeling feminine. You've embraced the girlish side of your personality.
You've experienced life from both sides of the universe. Good for you! I
think that's wonderful. You do not need to be humiliated in order to
feel that your journey to living as a woman is justified. You do not
deserve to be punished. You deserve to be loved."
I stared straight ahead into space when Vicki was done. I couldn't move.
I couldn't speak. The next thing I remember is Vicki wrapping her arms
around me tightly as we sat together on the couch. I don't remember if
we ever got around to eating lunch. I don't remember driving home.
It would take me some time before I could process all that Vicki had
said to me that day.
My Sister's Big Date
When Wednesday came, my sister appeared on my doorstep at 9:00 just as
she promised. I helped Caitlin bring in a mountain of gear, including a
big "Moses Basket" that Emily liked to sleep in. For the next hour or
so, I learned as much as I could about taking care of a little one and
Emily seemed to love being the object of so much attention. I practiced
changing a diaper and changing her outfit. Caitlin showed me the best
way to hold Emily while she ate. Caitlin also walked around the house
with me looking for things that might be dangerous for a 10 month-old.
By 10:30, I think I had learned quite a bit and felt much more confident
about taking care of Emily for the four hours that Caitlin would be out.
Emily had gotten tired, so Caitlin had me put her down in her basket and
she promptly fell asleep. I loved watching Emily sleep - it was the
cutest thing in the world.
I made Caitlin some tea and we sat together in the living room while
Emily dozed. We chatted about this and that. Caitlin caught sight of
herself in the big mirror and said, "Yuch. I look just awful. I didn't
have time to do anything with my hair this morning. And I look tired.
Frankly, I didn't sleep well last night because I was so excited about
today." I could see what Caitlin was talking about. Now, Caitlin looks
beautiful 24/7, but today she just didn't look very pulled together. Her
hair was tied back in a sloppy ponytail and there were noticeable
circles under her eyes.
"Come with me," I said, as I carefully lifted Emily's basket and carried
it upstairs to our bedroom. Caitlin followed me up the stairs.
"Have a seat," I instructed Caitlin, as I pointed to the vanity chair.
"Let me see what I can do. We've got some time, so let's put it to good
use."
"Oh, no, really, you don't have to do that. I'm sure I'll be fine the
way I am," Caitlin replied. I think she was nervous about me working on
her, not really certain if I knew what I was doing in the beauty
department.
"Just sit," I commanded, in a fake annoyed voice. Caitlin complied.
I started by undoing her ponytail and brushing out her hair. While I
thought about what I was going to do with her hair, I cleaned off her
lipstick because I wanted to redo it.
I used some concealer under her eyes. Of course Caitlin and I have the
exact same coloring, so all of my make-up looked good on her. I spread
some Almay foundation, very lightly, across her face and patted on just
a bit of powder. I relined her eyes with a light brown pencil and gave
her another coat of mascara. I lined her lips with a neutral pencil and
then used a brush to apply lipstick in a pretty shade of coral.
I got back to her hair and fluffed out her bangs and used a curling iron
to give her hair a little more body. I pinned part of it up on one side
with a tortoise shell barrette. I starting shaking a can of hairspray
when Caitlin said, "Oh, please, no hairspray. I never use hairspray."
"Oh shut up," I said, laughing. I lightly sprayed the sides and back of
her hair to get the curl I put in to stay. I sprayed my brush before
finishing her bangs.
When I was done, Caitlin was very happy with my work. "Wow, I look
great! That's incredible! No wonder Sarah can't live without you. You're
an...artist." Caitlin swung her hair around a bit, enjoying how it moved
with the style I put in. She pouted and blew kisses at the mirror
enjoying how full and sexy I made her lips look. I put the lipstick and
the powder in Caitlin's purse, in case she needed to do any touch-ups
while she was out. "Wow, I look hot! Oh thank you so much!" Caitlin
gushed.
Then she stopped smiling and looked unhappy. "Why did I wear this stupid
jacket. Now I look great and my clothes look...stodgy."
I couldn't argue with her there.
"I have an idea," I announced. "Lose the blouse and the jacket."
After my performance with the hair and make-up, Caitlin wasn't arguing
with me anymore. Without any hint of self-consciousness, Caitlin took
off the offending jacket and blouse. She stood there in her black jeans
and her nude bra. I went into Sarah's enormous walk-in closet and pulled
out a sexy little baby t-shirt and an amazing black leather jacket.
"Here, try these on," I instructed.
"Really? Are those Sarah's? Are you sure she won't mind?" Caitlin asked.
"She would be thrilled to know you were able to enjoy them," I replied.
I helped Caitlin put on the t-shirt, trying to preserve as much of my
work on her hair as I could. She slipped on the leather jacket and -
Wow, she looked incredible.
"Oh my God! I can't believe it! I look totally hot! Brian's eyes will
pop right out of his head when he sees me today! Oh thank you!" Caitlin
said as she leaned in to give me a kiss.
"No! No! Don't do that! You'll mess up your lipstick. You're very
welcome. You look super," I said.
By now, the clock had marched on and it was time for Caitlin to go on
her date.
Shortly after Caitlin left, little Emily woke up, a little cranky
because, I expect, her Mommy wasn't there and because she was hungry. So
I held her in my lap and she settled down enough that I could feed her.
And so began our truly delightful afternoon together. Emily is a happy,
delightful little girl. She loves to laugh and play games. We played
peek-a-boo for what could have been hours, and I'm not sure which of us
had more fun.
At one point I turned on the stereo and played some old CDs. I held
Emily in my arms as I danced her around the living room to the music.
Emily squealed with joy.
The afternoon simply flew by. Before I knew it, Caitlin had returned. I
can report that my work on her hair and make-up had been thoroughly
ruined by her afternoon activity - which I guess means that everything
was a big success. Caitlin had that glowy, dreamy look about her that
some comes with great sex and total infatuation. I helped Caitlin pull
herself together a bit before leaving. She changed back into her own
blouse and jacket and sheepishly asked to borrow a pair of my panties
because hers were, well, not in a condition to be worn. I told her to
leave hers behind and I would wash them out for her.
I placed little Emily in her car seat and kissed her good-bye. I told
Caitlin how lucky she was to have such an adorable little angel in her
life. I told her that I would be more than happy to watch Emily any time
she wanted. Caitlin gave me one last hug goodbye.
As it turns out, Caitlin was more than happy to take me up on my offer.
Over the next few weeks, I was seeing Caitlin and Emily two days a week,
usually Mondays and Wednesdays. On some visits, I would help Caitlin
with her hair or make-up if she needed it. She enjoyed borrowing things
from Sarah's closet and Sarah was happy to let Caitlin wear whatever she
liked. And I enjoyed the brief time I got to spend with my sister before
she headed out for her trysts.
Caitlin really seemed to like this Brian fellow. He seemed to be
treating Caitlin well enough so I didn't see anything to complain about.
And of course, I grew terribly attached to little Emily and I think she
felt the same way too. I loved having her around. Her laughter made
every problem I had simply disappear. And the house would feel strangely
empty after Caitlin picked Emily up to take her home.
Back to the Salon
When I arrived at the salon on Thursday afternoon, Debbie sat me down in
the chair in the back room. She looked me squarely in the eye and said,
"Jenny, I owe you an apology."
I was lost. "What are you talking about, Deb," I asked.
"All this time, I've been making you blonder and blonder. And on Friday
I met your sister, who by the way looks a lot like you. Anyway, her hair
is gorgeous. I made her give me the phone number of her colorist."
"My sister colors her hair?" I asked.
"Uh, duh," Debbie replied, rolling her eyes. "Anyway, I got all the
details of your sister's shade. So, you might have been just another
dumb little blonde when you came in here today, but you're going to
leave here as a redhead!"
Oh my!
And true to her promise, two and a half hours later, my hair was
precisely the same soft, lovely shade of red as my sister. My eyes
somehow looked bluer and I felt prettier than ever. When I left the
salon that afternoon, I felt as if everyone was staring at my beautiful
new hair.
Sarah gushed over it when she arrived to pick me up. Apparently Debbie
hadn't told Sarah about her plans to change my hair color, so Sarah was
in shock. But she agreed, I was born to be a redhead and that I looked
even more like my sister this way.
I couldn't imagine a bigger compliment.
Sarah and I had our usual Thursday night date out at the Old Water Mill.
I hadn't forgotten what Vicki had said to me. Not in the least. In fact,
I had been thinking about it a lot. But these disturbing thoughts didn't
stop me from enjoying Sarah's company when we were out together. In
fact, Vicki's words were making me think more about my own behavior than
about Sarah's.
I would need to talk to Sarah about all this. But not tonight. And so I
had a delightful evening out, enjoying my pretty new hair and happy to
be out with my gorgeous Sarah.
After the Massage
Now while Caitlin's relationship with Brian was growing - with my help -
my feelings for Mark and the experiences I shared with him continued to
draw me deeper and deeper into a place I didn't understand.
My Friday massages and lunches were lovely, although Mark was getting
more daring about showing his affection while I was on the massage table
- and afterward.
The Friday following Caitlin's first date with Brian was particularly
wild.
As always, Sarah had her erotic massage first, and then while I had my
massage, Sarah would get ready to leave. Sarah was almost always gone by
the time I got dressed and came downstairs to serve Mark his lunch.
But today, after I went upstairs, everything was different.
I stripped off my swimsuit and turned on the water for my shower. I was
still wearing my gaffe and took a moment to admire my skinny body in the
mirror. I had just put on my shower cap and was about to step into the
shower, when the bathroom door swung open. There was Mark, with a towel
wrapped around his waist.
"What are you doing here? Are you crazy? Get out of here! What if Sarah
finds you up here?" I yelled. I realized I had instinctively placed an
arm across my chest, trying to cover breasts that I didn't have.
Mark just grinned and calmly said, "Sarah is long gone. We're all alone.
So I say we save some water and take a shower together."
"Absolutely not," I said angrily. "Now you just turn around and get out
of here."
And then, without saying a word, Mark loosened the towel around his
waist and it fell to the floor, exposing his enormous cock and tight
ass. He then stepped over to me and before I knew what was happening,
his arms were wrapped tightly around me. In the next moment I felt
myself being lifted off the ground and Mark literally carried me into
the shower. I tried to squirm out of his grasped but I was no match for
Mark's strong muscles.
Once in the shower, Mark kept me in his firm embrace while he placed his
mouth on mine and started kissing me deeply. I succumbed to his kisses,
the feel of his hard body against me and the sensation of the hot water
streaming over our bodies. I stopped fighting and let my arms slide
around Mark's neck.
Mark placed his hands on my bottom. I felt his fingers slip inside the
waistband of gaffe. "Don't you want to take this off?" Mark asked.
"No. I'd rather keep it on," I replied. It may have seemed strange to be
taking a shower with a gaffe on, but I didn't like the idea of letting
my "Little Princess" out - it would spoil my illusion of being a girl.
And while I didn't have breasts, because Mark was holding me so tight,
it didn't seem so noticeable that I didn't have a girl's chest.
Mark took the bar of Dove soap from the dish and started soaping me up.
It was an incredibly sensual experience. He soaped my arms and legs and
back. Then he started to lather up my tummy. He seemed to be spending a
lot of effort ensuring that my tummy was covered with soap. But soon I
realized Mark wasn't really trying to get me clean.
Mark pressed his body up against my now soapy body. His arms reached
around behind me to my ass and then behind my thighs. And then, in a
quick and surprising motion, Mark lifted me into the air. My feet were
no longer touching the floor of the shower.
I felt Mark's pelvis begin to move and his cock began to swell. And
swell. Within a few seconds, Mark's cock was rock hard and pressed
against my soapy, slippery tummy. Mark's thrusting motions became
stronger and rougher. Oh my God. I realized that Mark was fucking my
tummy. He was getting himself off by sliding his cock up and down across
my soft, slick stomach. He was rocking his hips as well as moving my
entire body up and down to stimulate himself.
My arms were around his neck, so I held on tightly as he held me off the
floor. I wrapped my legs around the back of Mark's thighs, hooking my
ankles behind his knees. This made me feel more secure as I was
suspended in midair and took some of my weight off of Mark's hands that
were holding me just below my ass.
The more excited he got, the rougher and stronger his bucking motions
became. I suddenly felt as if I had become a sex toy, a sex doll, that
Mark was using for his pleasure. And I didn't mind.
I locked my lips on his and I could tell he was about to cum. His cock
seemed to grow even harder and bigger. Without thinking at that moment I
said, "Oh yeah, fuck me, Mark. Fuck me. I want you to cum all over me."
Powerful jets of his cum exploded out of his rock hard cock. "Oh yes. Oh
yes. Oh yes," I panted before returning my mouth to his.
His cum was boiling hot -- hotter than even the steaming water that was
pouring down on our intertwined bodies. His cum went everywhere. Of
course it covered my body, but some shot out and splashed on the shower
wall and the shower door. Some landed on my rack of shampoos and
conditioners and body gels and lotions that I have in my shower.
When he was finally done cumming, Mark asked if he could return the
favor. I declined. I wasn't ready for that. He seemed disappointed.
Now it was my turn to take the bar of soap and lather up Mark's body. He
certainly needed a cleaning now. I washed him thoroughly and then Mark
washed me again. We turned off the water and stepped out of the shower.
I picked up the towel that Mark had worn around his waist. I walked up
to Mark and began drying off his hard, muscular body. He seemed to enjoy
that a lot.
After that little adventure, I barely had time to serve Mark his lunch
before I was kissing him good-bye at the door.
Friday Dinner
Sarah didn't return home until much later in the afternoon. I had
prepared a nice dinner for the two of us. I had changed into a
sleeveless black dress, which I thought looked very nice with my now
reddish hair. I felt pretty and I felt confident. That was important,
because I was planning to talk to Sarah about some of things Vicki had
talked to me about over lunch on Tuesday. I had decided that I didn't
want to have a big confrontation. Instead, I was planning to have a
mature, reasoned conversation with Sarah over dinner about our feelings
and about our lives together. My goal was to begin a dialogue about how
we were treating each other and meeting each other's needs. I had even
rehearsed part of what I was planning to say at my group session with
Dr. Mitchell the day before.
After I had served up our dishes and joined Sarah at the table, I was
about to begin when Sarah beat me to it.
"Jenny," Sarah said, "I have some very exciting news."
Oh dear. This couldn't be good.
End of Part 14
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