Zoe was smiling when she pulled up in front of her house. A woman's home is a castle, so the saying went, and Zoe's was no exception. A beautiful two-thousand square foot two-story, it had enough room and more. The kids each had a large bedroom, Zoe had her woman-cave, and there was even a small room for Jon to do his sewing, or knitting, or whatever it was that boys did at home.
Yes, she was smiling because she knew that everything she had, she'd worked hard for. And now, finally, that work was beginning to pay off. Just before her work-day had ended, she'd been called up to the CEO's office and informed that she'd be the new VP of West-Coast Distribution. A very big promotion. A sizable bump in salary. And, of course, her pick from the secretarial pool for an executive assistant. Zoe had her eye on that Biff Meadows boy, the one with the tight behind and short skirts.
Not that Zoe would ever stray from Jon. Jon was the perfect wife. Great cook, excellent cleaner, wonderful mother, and a fine piece of ass. The best thing about Jon was that he knew his place as a man. He wasn't one of those liberated boys who pranced around in pants and demanded equal pay for equal work. As if a boy could ever work as hard as a woman! No, Jon was demure when he needed to be, beautiful even when he didn't try, a minx in the sack, all the while taking care of all the important things that a man had to: his house, his appearance, and his family.
A little look once and a while didn't hurt though. Could anyone blame Zoe for wanting a little eye-candy around the office? Zoe doubted that Jon himself would be upset over Biff. She remembered that Biff and Jon had been classmates in school. When Jon and Zoe had been dating, Jon confessed on more than one occasion that he'd been jealous of Biff's body, that he'd even had a wet dream or two about a threesome with the boy. Maybe in her new position of power, Zoe could make that wet dream come true.
Zoe chuckled. As if. She knew she had it pretty damned good, and didn't want to jeopardize it by playing out some adolescent fantasy. Jon was a good man, and deserved her undivided devotion.
She locked her car and walked into the house. The smell of dinner, as it always did, hit her nose before any other sensations. Roast. Her favourite. Can't get too much red meat! She licked her lips and walked into the house, shrugging off her jacket and hanging it on a hook by the door.
Linda was at the breakfast nook doing her homework. It looked like math. That was her girl, Zoe thought with pride. She was a natural at math, although it was, of course, easier for girls than boys. Boys just didn't have the head for it.
Richard, as usual, was helping his mother set the table in preparation for dinner. Zoe thanked the boy for helping out, and made a mental note to thank his mother as well for not giving up on training him in the domestic skills he'd need to be a wife one day. The boy had his mother's looks, so it wouldn't be long before suitors began knocking on the door, asking Zoe if they could court her son. Zoe only hoped that Richard's more feminine instincts would kick in soon, and he would begin to dress more like a woman should. The long-flowing black skirt he wore did nothing for his figure.
Jon was in the kitchen, standing unsteadily facing the window. By the way he was holding the counter, Zoe wondered if he was tired, sick, or just distracted. Either way, the beauty in the black dress hadn't noticed his husband walk into the room. Stepping lightly, Zoe came up behind her wife, and began kissing the back of his neck.
"Oh!" Zoe's wife said, turning toward his husband, a shocked but dazed look in his eyes, "I didn't hear you come in!"
"Maybe later you can help me come in," Zoe said with a hungry grin, "you."
Jon giggled, which made Zoe swell with pride. She loved being clever.
"I got the promotion!" she informed her wife.
"No!" Jon gushed, "Already? I knew you'd get it, but weren't they waiting until the next quarter to decide?"
"They liked my work on the Anderson portfolio, and decided not to wait."
"Babe!" Jon squealed, making small jumps and wrapping his arms around her neck. Zoe wondered how a boy could be so steady on high-heeled shoes, but Jon never seemed to have a problem, "We need to celebrate! Let's send the kids to their grandparents after dinner, and we can see if how many pictures we can shake off the walls!"
Yes ma'am, Zoe thought, Life is pretty damned good.
Jon watched as his husband left the kitchen. He was glad that he'd worn his crotchless panties. The dripping arousal he felt right then would have forced him to change otherwise.
Not only was his husband a stud, a good father, a great leader, but she was also successful! Jon knew exactly what tax bracket they had just been bumped up to, and he couldn't wait to go shopping! Jewellery! Lingerie! Outfits! The world was just about to open up for him in ways he had hoped for since he had been a little boy, playing with his Barbo dolls in his bedroom.
Now, what had he been thinking about before Zoe had come in? It had been difficult to concentrate on... something about how the world had changed...
Again, Jon's eyes refocused, reminding him of his predicament. Kids off to their grandparents? Pictures off the wall?! Wet for Zoe?! How far was this going to go??
