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Hi everyone, apparently its been a while since I put up a story. So here
is one. Its actually older, I wrote it during the ice storm of 2008 when
I had a lap top with no internet connection, lol... Just unburied it.
Edited it, and now posting it. This is part 1 of 3...
Also, stay tuned, big announcement in about 4 weeks at mistressdyvia.com
Disclaimer: This story is my intellectual property, and should be treated
as such, do not plagiarize, or post without permission. If it is not
legal to view writings that are sexually explicit and have themes of
bondage, feminization and other deviant sexual experiences: don't read
this. Don't read it, if it is not legal to do so where you live. Going
any further is of your own free will, and responsibility is solely on
yourself.
Synopsis: In the near future, Eileen Brueller's husband is arrested, and
she has to find out what his terrible secret is.
Mistress Dyvia presents:
Excuse Me! What Exactly did my Husband do?
By: Mistress Dyvia
Well since this story doesn't center around me, nor is it a particular
'sexy story...'
I only have two rules for the subs:
1) For those of you who have it, I would like you to wear lipstick while
reading this story. Be sure to press your lips together whenever one of
the women in the story speaks.
2) When you are done reading: email me, or write a review (@Fictionmania)
And here we go!
Eileen was a very atypical housewife. She did the things that were
expected of women, decades ago. Simply, she was a housewife. She was
happy, she had a bad bout of cancer about five years earlier earlier, but
aside from that her life has been wonderful. She had met her husband,
Eric Brueller in high school, they had both went to college together. A
couple years later they were married and now they had a couple kids. When
Eileen came down with cancer, she wasn't that nervous, until she found
out it was a brain cancer that couldn't be treated traditionally, they
gave her 6 months to live. Taking the option to try an experimental
procedure, she survived... But she never bothered going back to work. Her
husband made a lot of money, so her money was unnecessary. She decided
that following her cancer she would stay home and be a housewife. To both
her and Eric's delight, this increased their sex life, so much so they
had to soundproof the kids bedrooms.
Today was going to be a typical day for Eileen. It is 6 o'clock, and her
husband's alarm was about to go off, she quickly pressed the off button,
and slowly sank below the covers. She pulled the waist band of his boxers
down to his knee caps, and slowly wrapped her lips around his morning
wood' Bobbing her head up and down for a little while, she was getting
horny herself, she felt Eric's hand on her head, and she crawled up to
him, kissing him on the lips. And she mounted her wet pussy over his
rock-hard member and she rocked back and forth, her husband sensuously
placed his arms on her hips and enjoyed the rocking motion, which soon
went to a bouncing motion. Eileen and Eric had the perfect morning sex
life. And when he came, she kissed him, then went to the bathroom,
brushed her teeth, and went downstairs to put on the coffee and start
making Eric and the kids' breakfast, all while Eric woke up the kids.
Yes... She brushed her teeth, then went downstairs for coffee, mint an
coffee? Go ahead: cringe....
The kids, Dennis and Samantha each had their sugary cereal, and Eileen
and Eric each had a bagel and split half a pot of coffee. It was just
before seven and the school bus came, and she made sure each of the kids
had their lunches and scooted each of them down the walkway to the bus.'
She gave both of them a kiss on the head, and waved, vaguely listening to
Dennis' complaints about being kissed on the head publicly.
Entering in the house she heard the shower going, and she giddily ran up
the stairs and into the bathroom where her husband had just stepped in.
She scrambled to take off her own clothes and slowly slid the curtain
open and stepped in with him, and well the shower proved to be very
stimulating and long as they didn't clean themselves, but one another.
Stepping out of the showers they were each somewhat sexually spent. They
of course started stimulating one another again, by helping to dry the
other off. He spent a little extra time around her breasts, as well as
her vagina, as she spent a little extra time around his penis. I'm sure I
don't have to say that the two giggled like teenagers the whole time.
He started shaving as she went out to find her clothes for the day
wearing only a towel. It took a few minutes, but she came back with her
clothes folded neatly and placed them on top of the toilet seat. He was
almost done shaving, when she started dressing. His shaving got much
slower, as it did every morning as he watched her dress herself. She of
course teased him with her panties and bra, giving her breasts an extra
squeeze for his enjoyment. Then she would slowly pull up her stockings
and do so excruciatingly slowly so that he would stare at her legs. It
made her feel a little extra special, a little extra sexy, knowing that
he thought she was so beautiful. Then came a blouse and skirt. Basically
a reverse strip tease. Of course it was funny how every morning she
started with a short skirt, and by mid-morning after he left for work,
she was swearing pants.
She started doing her makeup and would occasionally look in the mirror as
her husband studied her, as he did every morning. He did nothing, but
watch her put on her makeup. Every little casual stroke of her fingers
with her concealer, or the tug of her mascara, the way she put on her
lipstick, it was like he was entranced. Entranced by every little thing
she did to make herself beautiful; for him. Of course no sooner was she
done, than she looked in the mirror to see that he was rock hard, again.
Third time this morning.
He walked up to her and started to lift her skirt. "Hunny no, I'm all
dressed." Only, when she said 'no,' she didn't really try to stop him,
sometimes it's that 'can we do this in two minutes or less?' rush that
seemed to make a moment like this work. About three minutes later, they
were all done, and she was throwing her skirt in the hamper, so she could
put on her pants. Typical morning. He got dressed in about a minute, but
she tied his tie so she could kiss him. And then kiss him again. And then
kiss him again and again until he was almost late for work.
She stood at the door and waved to him as he pulled out of the drive way
and drove down the street. She went back inside and did her duties. She
started by washing the dishes from dinner the night before and breakfast.
She took a little break to have a cup of tea, and watch a morning show
for about a half hour. After that she started a load of laundry, and then
vacuumed the whole house. She picked up the kids' rooms a bit, and
cleaned up the bathroom. The morning went on as such until about noon,
when she could finally sit down and watch her soap operas; an admittedly
guilty pleasure.
As I said at the beginning, this 'was' supposed to be a typical day for
Eileen. This is where her normal day stopped. It was Two o'clock and the
doorbell rang. An odd time for it to ring, she would have to pick her
kids up from school in about a half hour. Maybe it was another mother
asking if she could pick up her kids for the afternoon. "Coming!" she
called out snickering to herself, about cumming three times already
earlier in the morning.
She opened the door to a... policeman? Her heart skipped a beat, Was Eric
hurt in an accident? Was one of her kids rushed to a hospital after
school? Panic was almost ready to set in. "Hello officer?"
"Good day ma'am, are you Mrs. Eileen Brueller?"
"Yes. Sir, I am." It wasn't until then that she consciously realized she
hoped he had the wrong house. "Is there something..." She swallowed hard.
"...wrong?"
"Uhh... yes ma'am, your husband was arrested a little less than an hour
ago. We need you to come down to the police station." He paused. "You're
not under arrest, it's just important that you come."
Her eyebrows widened in disbelief. "Eric? ...was arrested?"
"Yes, ma'am, can you please come with me?"
"Umm.. I guess"' What would she tell her neighbors if this were serious?
What would she tell Samantha and Dennis? She gasped at the thought which
echoed in her head, 'Samantha and Dennis?' "Actually officer, do I need
to come right now? Or can I come down shortly once I make sure my kids
have a babysitter?"
The policeman nodded his head, but repeated her question into his
shoulder mic. The response only heard in his ear piece. "That will be
fine ma'am." And with that he turned and walked away.
She closed the door and immediately ran for her cell phone. She called
her best friend Jenny. Of course, Eileen was in a bit of a panic,
understandably, and Jenny had to clam her down. After explaining all the
details that she knew, Jenny said, "Well relax, whatever he did, he might
not have done it. Evidence so far points in his direction, it doesn't
mean he did it, just relax, I'll pick up Sammi, and Dennis, and you go
talk to the police and your husband."
Eileen nodded her head, even though she wasn't actually looking at
anyone. "Thanks Jenny, you're the most wonderful friend I have." She hung
up the phone, and went to the bathroom to check her self. She looked
fine, she wiped away some make up that smeared because of a couple tears,
but aside from that she looked fine. She grabbed a pair of sunglasses to
hide the puffiness of her eyes, got in her car and drove down to the
police station.
She stepped up to the desk, to let them know she was here, she was
instructed to sit down, and that she would be notified as soon as someone
was available from the case.
She sat there for well over an hour as many who were there before her
were taken in. She wondered what some were there for? Were they drug
dealers? Were they car thieves? Did they just forget to pay a parking
ticket? Regardless in 24 hours they'd be brought before a judge, if he
determined that they could potentially be guilty, they would be regarded
as 'potential terrorists' and be stripped of all there rights as a
citizen, then they could do whatever they wanted to prove their guilt.
That's what really scared Eileen, what if Eric was considered 'probably
guilty' how would they humiliate him? What would happen to the kids in
school. Would they torture him for a confession? Or did they already have
the evidence they needed? Was it real? Could he have said or done
something politically inconvenient? She shivered in her seat.
Finally a police officer came. "if you will please come with me, they're
ready to see you now."
She stood up and grabbed her purse silently, almost clutching it given
the people around her, even if they were in cuffs. She walked down a
couple dark and narrow corridors. To say she had 'the creeps' was an
understatement.
She stepped into a room there was two men dressed in normal clothes on
one side of a table, each had badges, on the other side was an empty
chair and and another woman sitting.
One of the men introduced himself. "Hello.. uhh... Mrs. Brueller?"
Eileen nodded. "Yes sir?"
"Please have a seat, I'm Detective John Cain and this is Detective Able
Greenberg. The woman across from you is Mrs. Rhodes."
Detective Greenberg nodded his head.
Eileen sat down and rested her purse on her lap. "What's this all about?
What is my husband accused of doing?"
The other woman, Mrs. Rhodes, nodded her head. "And what does it have to
do with my husband?"
Detective Cain looked at the two women. "What do you two know about the
Dyvia institute?"
Eileen answered first. "Not much, some sort of resort or something, my
husband worked there a couple years ago installing new equipment."
Mrs. Rhodes added, "That's the place for all those 'gender disoriented'
or whatever they call themselves these days go. They can have a vacation
as a woman, Play dress up, do whatever. Alter themselves to look and
think like a woman. Some rumors say that some men will go their just
to... disappear But what would that place have to do with my husband? He
would never go to such a place."
Eileen's own eyes widened. What if it was her husband that was going
there? No... it's not like that is a crime... Or maybe.. if he was
arrested' he stole equipment, transforming himself into a woman, and
having an affair with this woman's husband? She started breathing
heavily. "He wouldn't cheat on me." The room's attention turned to her.
"He loves me."
But the thoughts just from this morning were arguing with her own sense
of reason. The sex, what was it about the things she did. Was it really
her sexy legs that he was looking at? Or was it the way she put on her
stockings? When he was watching her put on her makeup in the mirror, was
it really how she looked, that he liked? Or the makeup that he found
sexy. Or even a worse thought; what if he got caught helping criminals
hide from the authorities?
Detective Cain looked at Detective Greenberg. "Should we separate them
and fill them in?"
Detective Greenberg raised his eyebrows. "Only if YOU wanna tell the
story twice."
He shook his head at his partner's response. "Quit being such a chicken-
shit."
Eileen was freaking out now, and was sick of these two men beating around
the proverbial bush. "Excuse me!" her voice authoritative, but then her
voice grew immediately timid. "What exactly did my husband do?"
Mrs. Rhodes nodded her head in agreement with Eileen, and put her hand on
Eileens and giving a quick squeeze. "Thank you." She too, was sick of
waiting for a straight answer. She glared at them reaffirming what Eileen
had said. "Detectives?"
Detective Cain looked back at the two women, and leaned over the table
with his two hands. "Eric Brueller broke into the Dyvia institute one
night when he worked there five years ago, he had kidnapped Joseph
Rhodes, then altered him. I mean full alteration, mentally, emotionally,
physically, genetically, the works... To replace his wife who had just
passed away from brain cancer."
The two women, their faces growing paler by the second, actually
responded in unison. "What?"
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