The Secret Life of John and Sara is based on a true story. I’ve fictionalized it to protect the identities of my friends John and Sara, whose ‘secret life’ is secret for a very good reason. John is a Silicon Valley CEO, a sissy and a cuckold, and Sara is a 40-something nymphomaniac Nurse Administrator. Here is their story:
Apparently, I arrived earlier than John expected, because I walked in on him doing a 1950′s housewife impersonation. Sort of.
John and Sara are good friends of the family. He’s a smart, 6’2″”, fit and handsome man and his wife Sara is a stunning blonde amazon woman. I’ve known them since I was a kid. 15 years older than me, John served in the Corps under my dad for a few years, and when he was discharged he took the work ethic and skills he learned in the Corps and turned them into a fortune. They’ve got this great ranch in Morgan Hills, sort of like the one my uncle has in Buellton, only John and Sara raise Black Angus instead of Arabians.
So anyway, I’d called earlier in the day and asked if I could stay at their place on my way back home, and of course they said yes. Which is how I happened to find John running the vacuum dressed in drag looking like Bettie Page meets June Cleaver.
How bizarre, right? I never would have suspected that John was into feminization, but I somehow doubted he or Sara would have thought I was into Dominance and submission, either. But then again, most of us have secret lives.
I considered backing out of the living room and waiting until he was done vacuuming before I made enough noise to give him an opportunity to escape to his bedroom to change. But then it occurred to me that this wasn’t an accident.
What if this display was for my benefit? What if it was something that John wanted me to see? What if it was a punishment from Sara? John knew I was coming — he’d given the ok to come by just a few hours earlier — so why was he dressed up in a black vinyl dress, stockings and heels and wearing an apron?
(This is a multi-part story to be continued with a new entry every day for the rest of August)
