A Return To Form

His head rested on her chest as 'Alien' played on the bedroom TV. While Chase stared rapt at the film, she was uploading the photos of herself, photos that just months ago she would have never believed she'd post again, onto Facebook.

'Did y'all have fun?' A text from Sarah appeared on her messenger.

'We did.' Miranda replied.

'Oh? Details maybe?' Sarah inquired, and Miranda smiled at the question.

'Essentially... he played the part of a girl and I edged him and he got me off. Then I refused to let him cum LOL!!!" Miranda typed.

'Fuck. That's so hot. Can't wait to hear all the details.' Sarah replied, and Miranda bit her lower lip.

'Oh really?' Miranda answered as she gently pushed her now sleeping husband off of her and got up.

She grabbed her MCR hoodie and headed for the kitchen as she texted Sarah back.

'Yes. It's hot... and interesting in a way.'

'How so? And do you think those pics I sent you earlier were a bit much to post online?' Miranda inquired as she began to make some chamomile tea.

'Fuck no! They are great! And you are fucking hot. As for the rest of it... it's interesting because I have been thinking that Chase is the "woman" in your relationship and it's cool to see you are too.'

Miranda laughed, but she knew that Sarah was right. Chase was like the wife in their relationship and would make a show of denying it, but the truth was that he was right where he wanted to be.

'Yeah, he is. And I feel like sending the pictures to you privately were kind of inappropriate. Posting them to a group is one thing, but specifically sending the to one person who is not my husband?' Miranda texted back as she poured her tea.

'Well... even if it is I don't have a problem with it lol.'

'Haha of course you don't Sarah.' Miranda typed. 'Any way, I have work in the morning so...'

'How progressive of you. And here I thought you were a total fascist.'

'That's not what a... you know what? Nevermind. My eyes are rolling in the back of my skull right now lol.'

'I can picture it perfectly. So, wanna get together tomorrow evening?'

'Sure. Maybe you can come over for food? I'll have Chase cook and wait on us. It'll be funny." Miranda messaged.

'LOL! You're so mean.' Sarah replied.

'What? You don't think you'd get a kick out of it?' Miranda texted, and smiled.

'Not as big a kick as I would out of seeing you in that suit again...'

'You would?' Miranda asked, and bit her lower lip as she read the reply. These flirtations from Sarah were completely novel, and though her reason warned her of the danger, she couldn't help but drink it in. She knew there was a line she couldn't cross, and she certainly didn't want to lead the woman on, but it felt so good! And that kiss which had been shockingly pleasant...

'Yes. I would.'

'Well, I think it would only be appropriate to dress well for a dinner so I will consider it. Or at least a different one." Miranda texted back.

'Great! I have to get some sleep, but I'll see you tomorrow?' Sarah sent.

'Of course. See you around 7. And remember Sarah, I'm not gay.'

'I know, I know, it's all in fun. I'll see you tomorrow. Dressed appropriately. Goodnight.'

'Goodnight.' Miranda finished her tea as she walked back to her bedroom. Chase was still fast asleep, and as she looked at him she realized just how much she loved him, and how much he loved her. The fact was that she knew he would not object that she kissed another girl. Hell, the truth was he would probably find it arousing. She needed to tell him, she just hadn't found the time earlier. She had to admit though the Idea of him being totally oblivious was kind of fun. She'd tell him at the right moment though. Maybe after dinner with Sarah. Or before. She climbed into bed next to him and as he turned over and wrapped his arms around her she sighed, drifting quickly to sleep.

* * *

'Chase was delighted when I told him about tonight.' She texted as she walked to the car. It was four thirty and she'd spent much of it giving her husband instructions on cleaning the house properly, what to buy for the dinner, and how to cook it. It was something he'd never done before and she was surprised at the enthusiasm he showed. Perhaps there really was a benefit to not letting him orgasm.

'OH wow. A man wanting to serve? That's something I've never seen.' The text from Sarah came quickly.

'He is a little different.' Miranda texted back, and smiled.

'I'm guessing that he's probably a bit more liberal than you.' Sarah texted.

'Um. I don't think so. Not in most ways. He is just as conservative. More so in some ways. Sometimes though I wonder whether he's hiding his true feelings. He will still hint at certain things. And we've always had a somewhat alternative sex life. But then we are alternative people so I guess that makes sense.' Miranda replied as she pulled into the drive and parked.

'Ah, alternative. So he's into being submissive and you're a bit of a domme? It's cool that he can admit that. I wonder whether other conservative men would admit it. I doubt it lol.' Sarah texted as Miranda got out of the car and went to the front door.

'Well, he does have his hangups. He'll be happy to play along until you challenge his masculinity, then he'll get angry, then he'll feel shame and regret. But, then he gets over it and does it again. But then last night he just seemed to... accept it.'

'He has to be very confident in his masculinity if he's comfortable being submissive. Or he's in denial lol. I can't see most of the men I've known being willing to admit they like to be submissive.'

'He's often reluctant to. Or was. But back in the day before we had kids he was very open about it. He had no issue with me sleeping with other men either. He knew that there were some ways that he couldn't satisfy me and he even encouraged me. He said 'it was my right.'

'Wow I had no idea you two had that kind of past.'

'Yep.' Miranda replied. 'But I have to go get ready. See you in a couple hours?'

'Absolutely. Can't wait. Oh and I got a haircut today.' Sarah sent.

'You did? Did you cut it short?' Miranda texted, feeling a surge of anticipation for no reason she could decern.

'Yep. You'll just have to wait and see how short lol' Sarah replied.

Miranda bit her lower lip and smiled. 'Ok. I can't wait.'

***

She threw her phone on the bed and stripped down before heading to the shower. As she washed herself she found that her mind kept returning to Sarah and the kiss they'd shared. She couldn't explain it, but it still sent a strange thrill through her. "Chase!" She called as she stepped in.

"Yeah babe?" He answered breathlessly at the door, looking as if he wanted to devour her as soon as she opened the shower curtain.

"Stop looking at me like that. I want you to go get ready okay? Wear something appropriately to serve a nice dinner. Remember that this is as much about you as it is for me, okay?"

He nodded. "Of course. Anything you want me to wear?"

She smiled at him. "You have some nice button ups, wear a black tie and your nice pants. The straight legged ones. It'll look appropriate."

"Yes Ma'am!" He responded as he left.

She dried herself quickly and grabbed some makeup. She didn't need much, but enough to emphasize her features. She wanted to look good, she wanted to look sexy, and she wanted to feel like herself. The self she'd almost forgotten about. She hummed to herself as she applied eye shadow and mascara, a lot of eye liner, and then her lip gloss. She stood back, examining her face. She looked beautiful. She was beautiful. She had always known that about herself, and had always used it to her advantage.

Once her hair had been straightened, her bangs fallen just above her jaw while the rest came above her ears, she slipped some moon phase earrings behind her gauges and pulled the third suit she had purchased the day before from the closet. It was sleek and black, the jacket with a fitted waist, and the pants hugging her hips and clinging to her long legs to hug her ankles. She stepped into them, pulling them up and sliding her feet into the flats she'd picked. After tucking in a white blouse with a plunging neckline, she took the jacket in her hands and slid it over her arms, buttoning it just below her breasts to emphasize them. She smiled, turning to admire the way the suit looked on her, and grabbed a silver necklace with a large crystal pendant before turning to head back to the kitchen.

"Chase!" She called out. "Are you ready?"

He appeared quickly from the bedroom, wearing a nice pair of straight legged trousers, a white dress shirt, a black tie, and matching shoes. He smiled when he saw her, his eyes wide. "Oh fuck." He said, staring at her in awe. "You're so hot."

She smiled and walked to him, slipping her arms around his waist and pulling him close. "Thank you sweetheart." She whispered, looking down at him, and kissed him deeply. "You look really good too."

He blushed. "Thank you."

She nodded. "Are you feeling alright?"

He nodded. "Yes, but I have to admit I'm a little nervous."

"Well if you do well then I might let you cum later. How about that?" She asked as she stepped back from him.

He looked at her, swallowing hard and nodding quickly.

"That's all I want." She whispered, pulling him back to her and kissing his neck. "To have you do as I ask. Can you do that for me? For us?" Her hand softly groping his crotch.

He nodded again, swallowing and nodding. "Yes. Of course. Anything for you my love." His eyes were pleading for her touch, and as he spoke her fingers began to caress him through his clothes. "But I have to ask, what do you want me to do tonight?"

She laughed, her hand moving over him. "Well I want you to serve me, but also to make her comfortable. I'm going to talk to her about some things I haven't told you yet, and I want you to be a perfect gentleman. Can you do that?" As she spoke her fingers moved quickly over him, his cock quickly straining at his clothes.

"Yes. I promise." He whispered as she pushed him towards the wall. "I will."

She laughed, pushing him hard against the wall, her hand sliding into his pants as she began to stroke his hard cock. "And I believe you will."

"God." He whispered, gasping as her fingers circled the tip of his cock. "I love you so much."

She smiled, kissing him deeply as she stroked him, and nodded. "I know you do baby." She said softly. "And I love you too. But you are going to serve me tonight. You are going to make me happy. And if you do then I will make you feel like you're in heaven." She released him, pulling a cigarette from her pocketbook and lighting it as she sat on at the table, texting Sarah, 'waiting on you.'

He nodded quickly, gasping and looking at her hungrily. "Yes Ma'am." He answered, his voice shaking.

She smiled. "Now go get us a couple glasses of wine." She ordered as she exhaled the smoke from her lungs.

"Yes Ma'am." He replied, quickly obeying her as she heard a knock at the door.

"Go answer it. Then get the wine."

She said as she stood and exhaled.

He rushed to the door, opening it and stepping back. Sarah stood there, smiling in a black skirt which clung tantalizingly to her small frame, her long hair gone, cut short in a chin Bob, artfully tosseled, and her face looking even more adorable than it usually did. She walked in, smiling, and looked at Chase with a knowing grin as she caught the poorly suppressed lust in his eyes as he fought the urge to check her out from head to toe. This could be fun. "Damn Chase, looking good," she purred as he took her pocket book and peacoat.

"I look like an idiot, but thanks." He murmured, avoiding eye contact.

"No," she elongated the word for effect, "you look quite handsome actually. If I were into men I'd be tempted to steal you." She nudged him lightly with her elbow.

"Oh... ah... well..." he cleared his throat, turning away as he felt himself stir. "I gotta get y'all some wine. She's in the kitchen. Supper will be out shortly," he stammered.

Sarah looked at him as he hurried away, smiling and laughing softly before turning back to see Miranda leaning against the kitchen entrance with a raised eyebrow. "Wow," she licked her lips, "you look amazing."

Miranda smiled as she took another drag from her cigarette, and sat down at the kitchen table, beckoning her to follow. "So do you. Love the hair by the way." She said, smiling and winking. "It looks very cute. If I didn't know any better I'd have thought you bought that dress specifically for tonight."

Sarah sat down with her, looking at her and shaking her head. "You know, I don't get you." She said, laughing. "You don't make sense."

Miranda raised an eyebrow. "Why?" She asked, exhaling the smoke as Sarah stared at her with a lustful, yet frustrated expression.

Sarah shrugged. "You just don't. You're not supposed to be into Trump. Or if you are you aren't supposed to be like this."

"Then what am I supposed to be like?"

Sarah took a moment to consider her words before answering, "well you're supposed to be hateful for one."

"Who says I'm not?"

"Ha. Funny. And you're not supposed to be covered in tattoos, or peircings, or have that hair."

"Ah, so I'm supposed to adhere to a uniform?"

"No, I didn't say that-"

"But you did."

She shrugged it off as she continued, "and you're supposed to be a good Christian wife-"

"As opposed to a witch?"

"Yeah. And you're supposed to be submissive-"

Miranda chuckled.

"And chaste-" Sarah paused, her eyes widening in shock at the look on Miranda's face.

"You're joking, right?" Miranda asked, laughing at her as she continued.

"And most of all, you are not supposed to be hot as fuck. And look like you'dprefer a woman between your legs as opposed to a man." She finished, sitting back in her chair with a sigh.

Miranda laughed again as Chase brought their wine and sat it in front of them. He looked between them, swallowing hard and his mouth drying as he looked at his wife. She smiled at him and nodded towards the stove, and he went to it, stirring the pan of shrimp he had cooking and seasoning them lightly as he went. "You forgot a few things there. Racist, homophobic, etcetera... but enough of this shit. I know that you are obsessed with politics, and that you are confused when anything at all goes outside of the designated party lines. But enough about that." She stubbed her cigarette and raised her glass, "to an unbreakable bond." She said, her eyes looking deeply into her best friend's.

Sarah laughed, shaking her head as she raised her glass. "To an unbreakable bond. And I'm still confused as fuck."

Miranda laughed, clinking her glass against Sarah's and taking a sip of the wine. She savored it as it rolled over her tongue, the notes of oak and tannin dancing over her taste buds as she swallowed. "Good," she said, smiling and nodding at her husband, "very good." She turned her attention back to Sarah as the young woman watched Chase, her eyes taking in his form hungrily as he worked. "Never seen anything like this, huh?" Miranda asked, laughing.

Sarah turned to look at her, laughing softly and shaking her head. She smiled and sat back, her eyes on her friend and her heart thudding in her chest. "No. Not at all. I've never been more confused in my life." Her voice was dreamy as she glanced from the sexy leading woman to her handsome but docile husband. It certainly was something.

"Supper... is severed ladies." Chase interrupted, setting a plate before each of them as he kept his face carefully neutral and stepping back to the wall to wait on any task demanded of them.

"Could you put some music on for us baby?" Miranda asked, smiling at him as he nodded, pulling his phone from his pocket and starting the music.

"Thank you darling." She said as Sarah stared at them, her lips parting as her eyes widened and her cheeks reddened. She looked at the pair of them, then at her plate, before back to Chase.

"Enjoy your meal." He said, moving back to his spot against the wall. "Let me know if you need anything at all."

Miranda smiled, looking at Sarah before taking a bite of her dinner. She hummed in pleasure as she chewed, moaning softly and smiling as Sarah looked at her. She could tell she was hungry from the look in her eyes, and so she leaned forward, and tapped the side of her plate. "Eat up." She said, before taking another bite.

Sarah nodded, and did, moaning around a bite of the succulent shrimp scampy. "God," she whispered, swallowing before taking another bite. "He can cook."

Miranda nodded, taking a drink of her wine before looking at her best friend. The two of them chatted freely as they slowly ate, the conversation coming naturally to both of them as it always did, and Miranda watched with a knowing smirk as the young woman's eyes drifted to her cleavage, and lingered. The young woman's gaze was heavy, and hungry, and full of longing as she did her best to keep her gaze on her eyes, and it took every ounce of self control she possessed not to smile wickedly. "Enjoying the view?" She asked quietly.

Sarah looked back at her, smiling nervously. "Veiw?" She said, taking a sip from her glass of wine. "Uhhh," she stammered as she glanced at Chase. He had his arms behind his back, and his eyes on the wall as he stood quietly, waiting on them to call on him. The question had been a near whisper, conspiratorial in it's tone and she wondered whether he had even heard.

"Anyway, I love your hair! Who did it?" She asked as if the previous moment had never happened, running a hand through Sarah's ruffled locks. She felt giddy, knowing that it was kind of messed up to be fucking with her gay friend who clearly desired her, but it was too fun to stop. Anyway, Sarah knew she wasn't gay, and therefore understood that there was no romantic future for them... so if she responded as she had been lately then what was the harm?

Nearly shuddering at her touch, Sarah looked up from her food, and smiled. She shrugged, a soft blush rising on her face and her heart beating faster. "Oh it was just some rando from a shop in town. I just wanted something different." She replied, swallowing and glancing at her again before looking at her plate.

Miranda smiled, laughing softly as she sat back. "Well it looks very good. You should come to my girl. She's the only one who I trust with my hair. I go every two weeks like clock work. She does all the alt styles too, if you wanted to get a bit more edgy with your cut."

Sarah nodded, still smiling and glancing at her as she looked down at her plate again. "Yeah. I'd love to go."

"Good. Then it's settled then. I'll call and we'll set up an appointment. How is next week?"

Sarah nodded again, smiling and biting her lip as she clamped down on the desire for her friend. God if only... was she really going to tell Chase about their lunch the day before? She had been so stunned by the sudden kiss, her hands roaming her body freely as they had embraced right in front of everyone. Her heart pounded at the thought, but she pushed it away. "That's perfect." She finally said.

"Good! Then I will call my girl in the morning and I will text you the details. I will likely just bring you with me to my appointment. Is that fine?"

Sarah nodded. "Yes that's fine." She said. "Thank you for inviting me." She said, meaning every word.

Miranda waved a hand in dismissal of her thanks. "Of course. Now, is there anything else you need at all? Can I have Chase get you anything?" She asked, reaching out and taking her hand. "It is a pleasure having you over for dinner."

Sarah looked at her, her eyes searching hers. "I... yes." She said quietly, her voice straining to keep the thrill from it.

"Good! Are you finished? Let's go to the living room." She didn't wait for a reply, placed a a cigarette between her lips and began to walk, her hand groping Chase's crotch roughly as she passed.