This is Part Five of The Secret Life of John and Sara, started here.
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:
“Start talking,” I said as I towered over the ex-marine in my improvised dominatrix outfit.
So he talked. And talked.
It seemed that one of the companies John founded had recently been bought out by a major internet company and during the six months of negotiations prior to the finalization of the deal, he’d been very stressed. So stressed, in fact, that he had been unable to have sexual relations with Sara, who, at 42, was at that stage in her life when she wanted sex, and plenty of it.
She’d tried being patient and understanding, he acknowledged. He bought her a sybian to help satisfy her needs, and she even indulged him in some of his more extreme sexual fantasies — like forced feminization, and clothed female – naked male domination. But he thought she took it personally that the only times he was excited about sex was when he was dressed like a woman, so one day she did something that changed everything. She’d called ahead and told him to get dressed up, and then she brought some guy home and humiliated John by saying: ”See what I have to live with? This is why I’ve brought a real man home.”
Devastated, John fell asleep in the guest room while Sara fucked her young stud all night.
The next morning, they had it out. He told her that he was stunned that she’d cuckolded him. She said that she was stunned she was married to a man who could only get it up when he was pretending to be a woman. He said that wasn’t fair, that his stress-level completely suppressed his libido and that he’d only done the drag queen thing for her. At that point, he said she stopped, gave him a long look, and told him that she’d always known about his raids of her underwear drawer and had never said anything to him the few times she’d found him wearing her bra and panties.
To be continued…
