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Jennifer's Journey - Becoming the Perfect Housewife, Part 15
Sarah's Big News
Sarah looked particularly lovely in the light of the candles that I had
lit before serving dinner.
I had planned to use tonight's dinner as an opportunity to talk to Sarah
about some important topics - topics that Vicki had raised to me a few
days before. Vicki had confronted me with the fact that Sarah's
treatment of me had elements of cruelty and nastiness. And my
acceptance of Sarah's mean-spirited behavior said a lot about me too. I
wasn't planning to make a scene tonight. I had thought this through
pretty well, I thought. I was going to begin a dialogue tonight that I
hoped would lead us to a better understanding of what was happening in
our relationship. But before I had my chance, Sarah began to speak.
"Jenny, I have some very exciting news," Sarah announced. "Jake's
divorce is final! Isn't that wonderful?"
That news hit me hard. It was like a balloon in my chest was suddenly
deflated. Here I was planning to talk about our relationship and our
future and our feelings, and instead Sarah was announcing that her lover
was now free and clear to be with her at any time. "And just why am I
supposed to think that's wonderful?" I replied.
"Because, silly, that means Jake and I don't have to be so careful being
seen with each other. And I don't have to worry about his wife showing
up unexpectedly at his house."
"Great," I said dryly.
"But here's the exciting part. Jake's taking me out to celebrate," Sarah
explained.
"Is that so," I answered. "Where is he taking you? Back to the River
Edge Caf??"
"No. Better. Way better," Sarah's eyes were glowing as she took a sip
from her glass of red wine. "He's taking me to New York!"
"What?" I said in total disbelief. My face reddened instantly.
"I know. It's incredible isn't it? We're going to go to New York on
Thursday afternoon and come back on Sunday. He's already made all the
arrangements. We're going to stay at the Four Seasons Hotel and see the
ballet and a Broadway show and the Metropolitan museum. He's even made
reservations at a couple of incredible restaurants. This is going to a
dream!"
I was mortified and I let Sarah know it. "Sarah, I don't care for this
one little bit. I know there's nothing I can say or do to make you
change your mind. I know you aren't particularly interested in my
feelings about these things. But this is going too far. Making a
honeymoon-like trip to New York with your boyfriend - this is too much.
And even if you are going to New York, do you really think it's right to
flaunt it this way in front of me?" This wasn't what I planned, but my
conversation with Vicki had prepared me to talk about some feelings I had
never spoken about before.
"Look Jenny," Sarah replied directly, "This is what I need to be happy.
I thought you loved me enough to want me to be happy and to be happy for
me. I'm not 'flaunting' anything in front of you. I'm just being open
and honest with you. I'm going to New York with my boyfriend to
celebrate his divorce and I'm incredibly excited about it. You can feel
however you want about this. But I'm not going to lie to you just to
make you feel better about what's going on."
"Fine," I replied. "Then why don't you start by telling me exactly what
is going on. Where exactly do I fit in your life right now - and in the
future? What exactly is the life you want to lead and does it include
me? So if you're really Miss Honesty, why don't you start by giving me
some honest answers to those questions? And don't give me this 'not
flaunting' nonsense. That's bullshit and you know it. You know
perfectly well that the things you do rip me apart inside, but that
doesn't stop you." My voice was loud and its pitch was getting higher
with each word I said. This wasn't at all what I planned. So be it.
Sarah silently stared at me with disbelief or maybe shock. I don't think
she ever expected me to challenge her in this way. After a moment she
said, "I'm not interested in being spoken to in this manner. I've
already let Mark know that I will be gone before your salon appointment
is done on Thursday, so I asked him to meet you there at 4:30. The two
of you can do whatever you want then. You might want to invite Vicki
over to take my massage appointment on Friday morning, because I've
already paid for it. You're free to make whatever other plans you want
for the rest of the time I'm away."
She took a breath, "I'm sorry if you've experienced anything I've done to
you as unkind. I think I've been helpful and supportive and
understanding to a fault."
Her face reddened, her voice grew louder, "I mean, look at our lives
together, for God's sake! This was fun at first, but I can't spend my
entire life trapped in your fantasy. Your life...our life, has become
so...artificial, so claustrophobic. We can't do anything together except
go to places like the Old Water Mill where they accept us, or else lurk
around the mall when it's practically empty. That isn't the life I
signed up for. I need to live. In the real world. I still love you,
but come on. I married a real person. And I enjoyed being married to a
man with a...gentle side. That was fine. We could go out together and
have friends together and everything. But we can't do that now. I can
try to accept you as a girl, but the real world doesn't. I mean, you
look very nice and you've come so far - but you still can't exist in the
real world and you know it. Jenny, think about me! Think about my
needs! I'm glad I could help you fulfill your dreams, but when do my
dreams get considered? I'm going to New York, I'm going to have a great
time, I'm going to be escorted all over town by a big, strong, handsome,
confident man - yes, a MAN. And we're going fuck like crazy in our fancy
hotel room and then we're going to go all over town - in public, together
- in ways that you and I can't anymore. That's just the way it is."
The room started spinning and I thought I was going to get sick. I
thought I might scream or run from the room. But I didn't. Some other
power took over for the next several moments.
I put down my silverware and dabbed at the corners of my mouth with my
napkin. I took a sip of water and let the silence fill the space between
us. I met Sarah's eyes across the table and calmly asked, "Sarah, do you
really believe that this is acceptable? Do you really think that I am
going to tolerate you running off with another man for a romantic
vacation together? I don't know what your intentions are, but if making
this trip is necessary for you, then clearly our relationship isn't
important to you. Your actions are telling me that it is over between
us." Wow. Where did that come from? I stood up and walked out of the
dining room.
I knew at that moment, as I climbed the stairs to go to my bedroom, that
Sarah was leaving me. Not just for a weekend in New York, but probably
for good. I now understood that being with Jake was Sarah's priority.
It was only a matter of time before I was squeezed out of her life
altogether. It might not happen right away, but I now knew it was
coming. I probably should have realized this long before.
I locked the door of the master bedroom behind me and kicked-off my
pumps. I climbed onto our huge bed and stared up at the ceiling. How
did this woman ever think that I was going to tolerate her running off to
New York with another man? Well, perhaps part of the answer was that I
had tolerated too much already. Perhaps I was partly to blame for
blurring the line between what was acceptable behavior and what was not.
I chose for the moment to ignore that fact that I hadn't been exactly
pure and virtuous given my relationship with Mark...
I started to replay in my head the words Sarah had said. I had to admit
to myself that some of what she said was perfectly true. My life - our
life - wasn't real. Our life together had become a strange, artificial
cocooned existence. Our entire lives, except for Sarah's work life and
now her affair with Dr. Roberts, were dedicated to preserving and
realizing my fantasy life. I could now see that Sarah had shared my
fantasy - she encouraged me after all - but only to a point. I had
assumed, mistakenly, that Sarah was as content as I was with living in
the world the two of us had created. But she wanted to live in the real
world. Maybe that wasn't so unreasonable.
I let my mind race while I lay atop the bedcovers.
But if Sarah was going to leave me to live in the real world, how could I
possibly continue to live alone in this fantasy world? I realized at
that moment that without Sarah to depend on, to shield me, to care for
me, I could not continue to exist in this bizarre limbo. I would need to
reenter the real world and have my own identity and existence. I would
need a real existence, not a fantasy one.
But what kind of real existence would it be?
Would it be as a man or as a woman?
I thought about Caitlin's suggestion, just a few days earlier, that
perhaps I would be happier moving farther into being a woman. That maybe
it was time to take the steps to make my outward appearance better match
my inner femininity. Could I really do that? Was I brave enough to
take that step?
I climbed off the bed and started to undress. I removed my jewelry and
carefully placed each item in my jewelry box. I hung up the little black
dress I had been wearing during the evening. Wearing just my bra and
panties, I carefully rinsed out my pantyhose. I tied my hair back in a
pony tail and gently removed my make-up and brushed my teeth. I massaged
a moisturizer onto my face and slathered a lotion on my long, smooth
legs, my hands, my feet and my elbows. I undid my ponytail and brushed
out my long red hair. I slipped a cute cotton nightie on over my head
and climbed into bed. The lastest InStyle magazine had arrived earlier
that day, so I propped myself up on a couple of pillows and started
looking through the magazine.
Was I going to move forward in my life as a man or a woman? Who was I
kidding? I put down my magazine and stared at my reflection in the
dresser mirror. Just look at me with my soft skin, my skinny arms, my
colored and styled hair, my long nails, my pretty nightie, my fashion
magazine. I could still smell traces of the perfume I had been wearing
earlier. I may not have been born a female - but I certainly wasn't a
male. I realized at that moment my fantasy life had determined my future
reality. I was no longer a man but I no longer wanted to masquerade - to
play dress-up -- as a woman. And I was no longer willing to be my wife's
project or toy - or doll. I needed to become a full person again. In
that instant I became determined to make Jennifer's female existence
deeper and more real. Caitlin was right. I was time to take the next
steps in my evolution. And in some ways Sarah was right too.
Later that evening, clueless Sarah knocked on the locked door of our
bedroom. "Go away," was all I said. Sarah slept in the guest room that
evening and every evening before her New York trip.
The next morning I called Dr. Mitchell, Vicki and my sister to inform
them of all that had happened over the past 24 hours. Not only had my
wife driven me to decide that our marriage was over, but I had decided to
reassert control of my life and that meant taking the steps to become a
more genuine woman. All three, Dr. Mitchell, Vicki and Caitlin, were so
supportive and sympathetic. Naturally Vicki was the most vocal of the
three regarding my decision to leave Sarah ("It's about time - you'll be
better off once that bitch is out of your life!" she said.) And not one
of these three women was shocked by my announcement that I was going to
move forward with my life as a female - even though I was shocking myself
by saying it. My sister seemed particularly excited and went so far as
to say, "Oh Jennifer, that's wonderful news!" Her enthusiasm would make
more sense to me in just a few days.
The two people I didn't tell were Mark and Sarah. I decided that I
would need to tell Mark about my decisions in person. And at the right
time. I had no idea how or when I would tell Sarah.
Sarah and I barely spoke to each other for the remaining days before her
big trip. That was fine with me. Otherwise she probably would have
asked for my help packing and would have insisted in modeling her various
outfits, urging me to tell her how sexy she looked in each of them. At
least I didn't have to endure that, even if I did have to endure the
silent treatment.
On Thursday morning, as I prepared to head out for my group session with
Dr. Mitchell, Sarah came up to me. "I won't see you again before I leave
for New York. I wanted to say that I'm sorry that I yelled at you on
Friday night. Obviously I have some strong feelings about all this. I
hope we can talk more, and more clearly when I come back."
"I hope so too," I replied. "We have a great deal to talk about." Now
that was an understatement.
"Well, I guess this is goodbye until Sunday evening. Try to have a good
time while I'm away, OK?" Sarah said with a sad little smile.
I threw my arms around her. "Take care of yourself and come home safe."
I was getting teary, but I didn't want Sarah to see that. I held her
tight for a few moments. Sarah's arms were wrapped around me tightly as
well. It felt so good. "I've got to go," I said, as I turned and headed
out the door.
A Weekend without Sarah
I had already spoken with Mark on the phone and we agreed that he would
meet me at the salon at 4:30. I was actually glad that Sarah had taken
the initiative and arranged to have Mark pick me up from the salon. Mark
and I agreed that after he met me at the salon, we would go out to the
Old Water Mill for dinner - just as Sarah and I did almost every Thursday
evening. I realized that this was going to be my first real 'date' with
a man in public. I was nervous and excited.
Sarah, as always, had packed the right outfit for me. It was a pretty
floral print dress, with little cap sleeves and a full, fluttery skirt.
Debbie, of course, could barely contain her excitement when she learned
that Mark, not Sarah, would be picking me up and taking me out tonight.
While she worked, she kept saying things like, "He'll like this," or "He
won't be able to resist your lips when I'm done with them," or "Don't let
him muss up all my hard work on your hair - at least not too early in the
evening!"
With my hair and make-up just so and my pretty dress and some pretty
white high heeled sandals, I looked and felt lovely - just right for a
date on a perfect spring evening.
Mark arrived right on time and was appropriately complimentary when he
saw how I looked. All work in the salon stopped when he arrived, as the
girls wanted to get a look at my boyfriend, since they had heard about
him from both me and Debbie. There was much whispering and giggling from
the girls as they checked him out while he was checking me out.
We left Mark's car in the parking lot and took my car, but I let Mark
drive. He gallantly opened my car door for me and I slid into the
passenger seat, as Mark helped himself to a generous view of my legs
before closing the car door. We chatted happily as we drove to the Old
Water Mill.
When we arrived, the hostess and Melissa were surprised to see me there
with a man and without Sarah. They had never seen me without her before.
"You make such a lovely couple," the hostess said after she had seated us
in a quiet booth in the back.
And so began a lovely dinner with my boyfriend. I was having such a fun
and exciting time that I barely thought at all about Sarah and her
adventure the entire time I was out with Mark. For much of the meal, our
knees were rubbing against each others' below the table and Mark kept his
hand on mine as we enjoyed a drink and conversation until our food
arrived.
It was really wonderful being out, being treated as a lady and being
escorted by a handsome man. I could get used to this!
We stayed for a nice long time. I even had dessert - mostly so the night
wouldn't end too soon. We enjoyed coffee and an after dinner drink, and
I found Mark's hand was once again on top of mine.
Melissa took care of us and she couldn't have been any nicer. At one
point, when Mark had excused himself to use the men's room, Melissa raced
over to my table and climbed into the booth next to me and started
peppering me with questions about Mark and gushing about how handsome he
was. I was still laughing at her high-schoolish antics after she had
disappeared and Mark had returned to the table.
But the evening did end and Mark held my hand as we walked out to the
car. We drove in silence back to town, my head on Mark's shoulder as he
drove. At the salon parking lot, Mark tried hard to convince me to come
over to his place to spend the night, but I wasn't ready for that, so I
thanked him for a perfect evening out - first with words and then with my
lips. We said goodnight and Mark went to his car and I drove myself
home.
It wasn't until I had climbed into my bed that I started thinking about
Sarah again. I wondered what she was doing at that moment. I worked to
clear that thought from my head as it conjured up to many unsettling
images.
A Very Different Friday
I had taken Sarah's suggestion and invited Vicki over to take Sarah's
usual Friday massage appointment. Vicki was thrilled at the idea and
showed up hours early at my door.
I made her some tea and worked to calm her down before Mark arrived. She
was really excited about this!
When Mark arrived, we agreed that Vicki would go first. Since Mark
didn't know Vicki he politely inquired if she wanted a conventional
massage or something more "intimate."
Vicki dropped her robe to the floor and stood stark naked in front of
Mark and me. "I've heard all about what you do Mark, and I want the full
treatment!"
I was shocked. Mark chuckled and patted the massage table and said,
"Well then climb up here and let's get started."
And so they did. I stood by Vicki's side, the way I always did with
Sarah while Mark did his magic. Vicki was in heaven. As I watched Vicki
enjoy Mark's expert touch, I found myself getting turned on by the site
of Vicki's naked body on display. Her soft and curvy form looked so
lovely and womanly. The pink nipples on her large breasts becoming hard
with her growing excitement. Her fleshy white thighs gently parted by
Mark's hands as he worked his way to the most intimate part of the
massage. Her cheeks flushed with pleasure, her lips slightly parted as
she panted. Her delicate little hand in my own. Her soft tummy rising
and falling as she moved her hips in rhythm with Mark's caresses deep
inside of her. She was so beautiful.
Vicki practically screamed as Mark brought her to a climax - which shook
me out of my dreamlike gazing at her naked body. When Mark was done, I
helped Vicki off the table and back into her robe. I led her back to the
couch. Vicky was completely out of it - practically catatonic as a
result of Mark's massage.
I was my turn. I took off my robe to reveal a new black one-piece
swimsuit with pretty mesh inserts. Mark began to do his thing and I felt
myself melting under his touch. Mark gave me a thorough massage but kept
the other funny business that he had of late incorporated into my session
to a minimum on account of Vicki's presence.
As Mark rolled me over onto my tummy I looked over to Vicki on the couch
and I couldn't believe my eyes. There she was, sprawled out on the
couch, her eyes fixed on the show in front of her - by that I mean me
being massaged by Mark. Vicki's robe was spread open and she was playing
with herself. "Vicki!" I screamed, "what are you doing?!" I was
mortified.
"Oh just relax, you prude," Mark gently scolded. "Let her enjoy herself.
That's what this is all about, right? And beside, you do look incredibly
hot lying on the table. You can't blame her for getting turned on by
this."
"Oh yes," Vicki softly moaned.
And so I let Mark continue his work on me. At first I looked away from
Vicki, being a bit embarrassed by what she was doing. But then I
couldn't help myself. I turned my head and watched Vicki, only partially
covered by her robe, her hand buried deep between her legs. And then her
eyes locked onto mine. And as we stared at each other, Vicki let out
another shriek as she made herself cum again. Her eyes never left mine.
And while my "Little Princess" was tightly packaged in the gaffe I always
wore, I could feel an intense stirring down there. And then it felt wet.
Oh my.
After the Massage
I helped Mark gather his things and kissed him good-bye. He couldn't
stay for lunch today, so I had asked Vicki to stay instead.
I had offered Vicki use of the hall bathroom to take a shower while I
took mine in the master bath. Vicki declined saying that she would
shower when she got home. I left Vicki reclining on the couch as I
headed upstairs.
I kept my shower brief as I didn't want to keep Vicki waiting for me. I
dried myself off, touched up my make-up and brushed out my hair. Wearing
only a short silky kimono robe I walked back into my bedroom, thinking
about what outfit I might wear to have lunch with Vicki. But when I
opened the bathroom door, what should I see but Vicki lying in my bed.
"Vicki, are you alright?" I asked.
Vicki propped herself up on her elbows and said, "No, I'm not alright.
I'm horny. I'm incredibly, fucking horny. This morning made me...crazy.
I can't stop thinking about it - Mark touching me, Mark touching you..."
I could see that Vicki was naked under the covers.
"And now I want you. I want you so bad. I have to have you. I need you
to get into this bed with me right this second," she panted desperately.
I was stunned. I didn't know how to react. But Vicki looked so very
beautiful. I felt a knot in my tummy as I nervously walked over to the
bed and sat down beside her. Vicki wrapped her arms around me and pulled
me into a tight embrace. She kissed me hard on the lips, and then
started kissing my face, my neck. As she continued to kiss me, her hands
where everywhere on my body -- on my shoulders, the small of my back, my
hips, my thighs. One hand worked its way around to my front, passing
over my ribs, coming to rest on my chest. Her hand started kneading my
"breast", her fingers traced the outline of my nipple through the silky
fabric. My "Little Princess" was now wide awake. I was just as hot and
excited as Vicki.
"Give me a minute," I said to Vicki, as I untangled myself from her arms.
I walked over to my lingerie chest a found a very sexy, very short silk
and lace nightie with matching panties. I went into the bathroom and
removed my robe and slipped into the nightie. I quickly ran a brush
through my hair and, as a last minute thought, spritzed a little perfume
into my "cleavage."
I walked back into the bedroom and Vicki emitted a soft moan when she saw
me. I smiled knowing that she liked what she saw. Before returning to
the bed, I closed the curtains shutting out most of the midday sun.
I returned to the bed and held my hand out to Vicki. "Stand up for a
moment," I said. Vicki took my hand and climbed out of bed. We embraced
standing up for a moment, me in my pretty nightie and Vicki completely
naked.
"You didn't have to dress up for me," Vicki said, admiring my lingerie.
"I know," I replied. "I just like it better this way."
Without saying a word, I rearranged the pillows on the bed and adjusted
standing mirror. "Sit here," I instructed Vicki, pointing to the edge of
the bed in front the pillows I had stacked. Vicki did as I asked. She
looked a bit perplexed. But not for long.
I sank to my knees in front of the now seated Vicki and spread her legs
apart. "Oh my God," Vicki murmured as she realized what I was about to
do. She said it again when my tongue first touched her.
Vicki screeched with delight when she first realized that she could watch
me perform on her in the reflections of several mirrors in the room, just
the way Sarah used to enjoy doing.
It didn't take Vicki long to completely surrender to the moment. With
one hand gently on my head, she began to rock her hips back and forth as
I went to work on her. I gave her everything I had - my tongue, my lips,
my teeth. Vicki was getting hotter and wetter by the minute. Her hips
started grinding harder and harder. Her fingers grabbed my hair and she
pulled my face harder into her. She screamed as I made her cum. Again
and again and again.
Spent, Vicki collapsed back on the pile of pillows I had placed behind
her. I stayed on my knees, kissing the insides of her soft, white
thighs. I turned my head enough so that I too could enjoy our
reflections in the mirrors. It made a lovely image, me in my nightie, my
legs tucked primly beneath me. Vickis's legs like a frame around me.
After a few moments I got up and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth
and touch up my make-up. When I returned to the bedroom, Vicki was back
under the covers. "Come here," she commanded, as she drew back the
covers.
I climbed into bed next to her. "You are incredible, Jennifer," Vicki
whispered in my ear. We kissed and cuddled and ran our hands all over
each other's bodies. My "Little Princess" was stirring again, only
partially contained in the little lacy panties I was wearing.
Without saying a word, Vicki positioned me on my back. Her hand reached
down and freed my "Little Princess" from the confines of my panties and
began to stroke it with the gentlest touch. It felt heavenly. After
getting me hard, Vicki climbed on top of me. Straddling me, she slowly -
- very slowly -- lowered herself onto my "Little Princess." She was so
hot and so wet. It felt so wonderful. I just laid back and let Vicki
take control.
She started moving her hips on top of me, slowly and gently at first, but
with increasing force and speed. Soon she was practically bucking up and
down on me, my hips moving uncontrollably to meet her movements. She
took my hands in hers and pinned my arms beside my head. She kissed me
hard, driving her tongue deep into my mouth as she moaned. Her body was
pressed hard against me - her breasts felt so wonderful pressing against
my chest. I was completely under her control and I loved it. She
brought us both to climax at the same moment.
End of Part 15
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