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Jennifer's Journey - Becoming the Perfect Housewife, Part 17
After Mark had carried me up the stairs to my bedroom, he prepared to
make love to me like a woman for the first time. In all our time
together, I had made Mark cum many times with my hands and with my mouth
- but never had I let him...enter me.
I was excited but also very nervous. Scared.
At first, Mark had positioned me on my hands and knees, saying it would
be easiest this way. But I told him that I'd rather be on my back. Mark
obliged. It just felt much more girlish and natural to me in this
position.
He was completely naked. I had taken off my dress and my panties and
gaffe, but kept on my bra and my slip. Together, under the covers, Mark
positioned himself on top of me. He became rock hard instantly. He
spread my legs apart as far as he could and quickly rubbed some lubricant
on himself. He put some more lubricant on his fingers and gently rubbed
it on my opening. I gasped at the sensations of the cold lube and the
pressure of Mark's finger tips in a place that had never really been
touched that way before.
His strong hands lifted my bottom slightly and Mark shifted his weight
forward. I then felt his hardness pressing up against me, searching for
the place where it would enter me. When his cock found its target, I
felt Mark's hands tightening on my hip bones, and he started to pull me
towards him while his own hips started to press forward into me.
At first it was just the head - really just the tip -- of his penis that
was working its way into me. It felt so strange and yet so exciting.
But once Mark had maneuvered the head of his fat cock in my tight little
hole, he looked deep into my eyes, clamped his hands roughly onto my
hips, and pushed his cock deep into me with a powerful thrust of his
hips.
My eyes bulged with fear and shock. Mark's cock felt enormous,
monstrous. As he drove into me, I felt as if I were being ripped apart.
I gulped for air and felt my heart racing uncontrollably. With each
passing second, his massive pole drilled deeper and deeper into me. The
pain was indescribable. I was sure his dick was going to kill me.
"No, Mark, please stop," I managed to beg.
Mark said nothing, his hips grinding his cock further into my body.
"Mark! Stop, please God, STOP!" I screamed.
"I'm sorry, Jen," he said. "I can't."
And with that, he bucked his hips hard one more time and drove the
remaining length of his manhood into me. "Oh my God!" he exclaimed.
"STOP!" I shrieked. "You're hurting me!" But my words fell on deaf ears
as Mark maniacally continued to bang away at me.
I started to squirm and thrash, trying to free myself, but Mark held me
firmly beneath him. My legs were spread wide around him as his hands now
held me down by my shoulders. Mark's hips were now pumping hard, his
huge cock working itself back and forth furiously deep inside of me.
Mark's face and chest were turning red and after ramming me a few more
times he gasped, "I'm cumming. Oh God..."
With that I felt his cock somehow bury itself still deeper inside of me,
becoming harder and bigger than before - if that were even possible. I
felt his cock explode as a blast of fiery heat erupted deep inside of me.
And with each successive thrust of his hips, another blast of his hot
sperm flooded into me
When he was fully spent, Mark collapsed on top of me, panting heavily,
his whole weight now pressing down on me. His cock, still buried inside
of me, slowly began to soften. After several moments he freed himself
from my bottom and I felt the hot wetness begin to ooze out from where
his cock had been. Mark leaned over to kiss me, but I turned my head and
told him to leave. He started to say something that sounded like an
apology, but I interrupted. "Please leave," I said flatly. Mark
gathered up his clothes and quickly left the bedroom.
Well this is typical, I thought sarcastically to myself. Just perfect.
No sooner do I make up my mind that I want to be a woman - I even arrange
surgery - then I realize that I don't enjoy having sex as a woman with a
man -- or at least the closest thing to that I can achieve. Just great.
Now where does this leave me?
After I was sure that Mark had left my house, I got myself out of bed and
wrapped my quilted satin robe around. I went downstairs to the kitchen
and poured myself a very large glass of wine and tried my best not to
think about how confused I was making myself.
The Morning After
Despite the emotional roller-coaster of the prior day, I woke up the next
morning feeling surprisingly good. Well, my bottom was still very, very
sore. But other than that, I felt remarkably sure of myself. I was
comfortable with my decision to pursue my life as a woman. Realizing
that I didn't enjoy sex with men was a bit a surprise, but I also
realized that that really didn't necessarily mean much. I was meant to
spend the next chapter of my life as a girl. I would have to figure out
where sex fitted into that life later.
I wasn't even angry with Mark. I had agreed to having sex and was even
enjoying it at first. Maybe it was simply impossible for him to stop
once we had started. Like a sneeze, I thought to myself with a smile. I
would call him later in the day to tell him I wasn't really angry with
him. I was just really not into letting big, strong handsome men with
enormous rock hard cocks fuck me in the ass, I guess. Somehow I was
finding all of this weirdly amusing.
Later that day, Sarah had called and asked if we could have dinner
together. I said yes and started pulling together a meal for the two of
us. We hadn't sat down for a meal together in quite a while. I knew
Sarah was coming over to discuss her terms for splitting up. I had no
illusion that this was going to be an evening of pleasant conversation or
reconciliation. Nonetheless, I wanted to prepare a nice meal for us and
to make myself look nice for the occasion
I struggled to pick an outfit for the evening, and eventually selected
the same fitted, sleeveless dress I had worn to Dr. Roberts' office just
a few days before. As I sat down to do my make-up, I noticed that my
skin looked a little different. Was it really a little softer, a little
clearer? Were the hormones already beginning to have some effect on me?
I smiled at the thought that my transformation was already beginning.
When she arrived, Sarah worked hard to appear friendly and relaxed. But
it wasn't really working. We chatted awkwardly while we ate. After I
cleared the table, Sarah became all business.
"Jennifer," she began, "I love you, I really do. But I can't go on
living with you this way. I know I encouraged you to explore being more
feminine and everything. I know I am partly responsible for this whole
situation. But that doesn't change what I need to do. I need to do this
for me. Jake has asked me to marry him and I said yes. But of course,
we can't get married until you and I get divorced."
"Naturally," I said sullenly.
"I'd like to make this as simple for both of us as possible. Jake and I
are planning to buy the old Walsh estate on the edge of town. It's for
sale and we want to move quickly to buy it."
The Walsh estate was a spectacular horse farm with a lovely mansion set
back far from the road. She and Jake we're really planning to live it
up, I guess.
"What I propose is the following. I agreed with Jake that we would each
put up half of the six million dollar cost of the estate. So I am
planning to take three million dollars as my share of the divorce
settlement. I would also like to take a few pieces of furniture and my
car of course and that's all. You keep the house and everything else."
"Fine," I replied. "Whatever." I hadn't really even thought about this
aspect of getting divorced, but it was pretty clear that Sarah wasn't
asking for much. The house we lived in was fully paid for and worth over
a million dollars. We had investments and savings of at least twelve
million - maybe more - from my success during the internet boom and
Sarah's success as a stockbroker. Sarah was asking for a small fraction
of what we owned, so there was little for me to complain about in that
regard.
"And just so you know, Jake is pretty upset with me for taking so
little," Sarah continued. "He has a pretty good sense of what we're
worth and he's pretty irritated with me for not bringing six or seven
million into the marriage and leaving you with so much. But I told him I
wasn't willing to take more than I needed to buy the new house. I wanted
you to have most of the money since you no longer work. Jake and I can
always earn plenty more."
Sarah rambled on for a while longer about me needing to get a lawyer and
how quickly this could be finalized, but I wasn't really listening to her
anymore.
"Sarah," I interrupted, "Do you have any idea what you are doing? Your
actions are so rash. I have never seen you behave like this in all the
years I've known you. What are you doing? No, that's not the right
question. Who have you become?"
She was about to say something, but I didn't stop. "You've made up your
mind. You're going to do what you're going to do. So I'm not going to
waste my breath arguing with you. But you listen to me. I don't trust
that Jake Roberts. And I can't believe you're throwing your old life
away to be with someone you hardly even know."
Well, that infuriated Sarah, "Well you listen to me, missy. I know Jake
Roberts and I love him. He's a wonderful man - and I do mean 'MAN'.
You're just jealous, and jealousy is not pretty."
I debated whether I should fill Sarah in about my suspicions about Dr.
Roberts and his receptionist, but I had no interest in sharing with Sarah
about my visit to his office or my own big plans. Besides, she wouldn't
listen anyway.
By the end of the next week, Sarah had sold some bonds and took her
money. Two weeks later she had boxed up her things and moved out.
A Phone Call from Caitlin
There were just a couple of weeks to go before I left for California to
have my surgery. I had been on the phone several times with the Doctors
and staff at the Malibu Aesthetic Partners, making final arrangements.
Everything was on track.
The hormones were definitely having an effect. I could clearly see it in
my skin. Also my hair seemed to look nicer. And then there was my body.
My nipples were starting to swell ever so slightly and were becoming
tender to the touch. I also felt like my hips and thighs were getting a
bit rounder and softer. All very exciting developments.
I was, in fact, examining these changes in the mirror on morning when the
phone rang. It was my sister Caitlin.
I updated her on my California plans. She already knew about a lot about
it, but she was very interested in learning about all the details. She
seemed almost as excited about all this as I was.
At one point in the conversation, Caitlin asked, "Are you sitting down,
Jen?"
Her tone, more than her words, told me that she was serious. I sat down
on the edge of the bed and replied, "I'm sitting now."
"I'm pregnant," my sister announced.
I was stunned. I was silent.
"And Jen, Brian is the father. I'm certain of that."
Now I was completely speechless. My sister was pregnant and her
boyfriend was the father. "Jen, are you there?"
I snapped back to reality. "Yes, yes, of course I'm here. Oh, Caitlin,
what are you going to do?" I'm sure there was something more supportive
I should have said, but that's all I could think of at the time.
"I'm having the baby, if that's what you're asking." Caitlin's tone was
indignant, defiant. My sister was a devout Catholic. That seemed to
dictate her very strict views on abortion, but apparently she treated the
rules about adultery with considerably more flexibility.
"I understand," I answered, although I'm not really sure I did. As I
thought about it, Brian, the father, and Jeff, her husband, were polar
opposites in every way. There was simply no way that Jeff would ever
believe that this child was his after it arrived with blonde hair, blue
eyes and other features that Jeff didn't share.
I asked Caitlin a few more questions, like when did she learn and how far
along she was. I think I succeeded in striking a more supportive tone,
after I got over the initial shock. Among other things, I learned that
Caitlin had already determined that the baby was a girl.
"I know what you're thinking," Caitlin said. "Jeff will know the baby
isn't his as soon as he sees it. I know. That's why I'm putting her up
for adoption."
"Adoption?" I asked. I was astonished. That didn't seem like something
my sister would do. "How are you going to do that? Who are you going to
give the baby up to?"
There was a pause and then my sister softly replied, "To you."
The phone slipped out of my hand and fell to the floor.
I picked up the phone and tried to make sense of what I was hearing. She
apologized for dropping this bombshell on me this way. I thought my
sister's idea was crazy and I told her so.
"Caitlin, this makes no sense. You know what's going on in my life. You
know that I'm getting divorced and in two weeks I'm planning to go to
California for my surgery. What are you asking? Are you asking me to
stop everything I'm doing? Are you asking me to somehow reverse time and
go back to who I used to be? For heaven's sake, my personal life is a
mess. And on top of everything else, I don't have a clue about being a
father."
"I don't want you to be the father. I'm asking you to be the mother.
I've seen you with little Emily. You're a natural. You would make a
terrific mom. Oh please, Jennifer, please think hard about this. For me
and for the new baby. And for you. I'm offering you the most incredible
experience a woman can have.
Those words made my heart skip a beat and made my tummy feel funny.
Caitlin explained how much she liked me as Jennifer and that she saw
beautiful qualities in Jennifer that were absent from my male
personality. She wanted her future daughter to have a loving, warm,
supportive and giving parent - and that she was certain that I, Jennifer,
could be that parent. Not only was Caitlin offering me the baby that
Sarah and I never had, but she was inviting me to experience motherhood.
"But Caitlin, Sarah is leaving me. I am going to be all on my own from
now on. Do you really want you daughter in the care of a single parent?
Do you really think I can do this alone?" I asked.
"Jen, you are not alone. Not only do you have me, but you have lovely
friends who will be there for you - Vicky, your friend Mark, even Debbie
from the salon. And Jen, you are a very capable and loving person. A
little girl would be lucky to have you for a mommy."
I felt dizzy as she said this.
"And you really think you can hide this pregnancy from Jeff?" I asked.
"Let me worry about that. I won't show for a little while yet. At some
point I won't be able to hide the fact that I'm pregnant. He'll assume
that he's the father - but he won't be happy about it. I'll convince him
that I had a miscarriage when I'll actually be delivering the baby. And
I want you to be there when I do. So don't worry about Jeff. I'll take
care of that part."
It sounded like she had thought this through. I needed to do the same.
End of Part 17
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