This is Part Six 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:
Ashamed and at wits end, John said he asked Sara if she wanted a divorce.
She’d said no, she didn’t want a divorce, but that things needed to change. She said she understood that he wasn’t capable of sex but that he needed to understand that she needed it, needed a real cock, not a machine. So, until such time as he could perform his marital duties, she would continue cuckolding him, and he’d continue as her sissy-bitch-in-training.
John was shocked both by her viciousness and his own arousal. He told Sara that he wanted a divorce then, and she’d said fine, California was a community property State so she’d take half of everything -and- she’d ruin him by exposing him as a cross-dressing deviant. And if he didn’t want to be exposed, he could buy her off with the other half. Or, they could stay married.
So they’d stayed married the past 6 months. Sara had her affairs, only she didn’t bring them home. John knew he was being cuckolded, and Sara seemed to take great delight in describing her encounters in excruciating detail. She demanded that John wear women’s clothes at home and do all the housework. He even took care of her grooming and helped her dress in the morning.
Then, when the sale of the company went through last month and his libido bounced back up, Sara put John in chastity, denying him access to his own dick.
When he told me that, John started shaking. He said that when he asked Sara when they could resume their normal life again, she said she’d remove the lock from his cock when he did one of two things: sucked one of her lover’s cocks,
or come out as a cross-dresser to a friend while in drag.
So he’d chosen me to be the one, hoping to make it look like an accident. Only I hadn’t fallen for it.
He looked at me with large, pleading eyes. I was having trouble reconciling the manly ex-marine I knew with the Bettie Page meets June Cleaver look he had going on. And I was wondering what on earth Sara was up to. On one level it seemed to work for John, but on another it didn’t. Some guys get off on being cuckolded, but I wasn’t sure he was into that level of humiliation. I needed to talk to Sara.
To be continued tomorrow…
