THE SINFUL PEOPLE - PART 2 (Patreon)

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Note: This story is intended for mature audiences (18+) and all characters depicted are 18 years of age or older.

Part 2: The Lonely Wife

Time flies, it's been five years since I married Dorian Valdez, general director of VoltVision electronics company. However, my contract shows no signs of ending because every day, Mr. Sterling Valdez always calls to ask about my family's situation. He always wanted to have his grandchild in his arms soon.

But only Dorian Valdez and I know, this is completely impossible. Not to mention that my marriage with him was just a fake, we were both men ourselves. There's no way I can give birth.

That year, we only went to the court to register our marriage, not to hold a wedding. This is understandable. Neither I nor Dorian Valdez wanted anyone familiar with us to know about this marriage.

At first, everything came so suddenly that it was difficult for me to adapt. After breaking up with my girlfriend, I was almost never a guy again. Every day I always hone the skills that a woman, and even more so a wife, must have. This doesn't need to be said, it's like a long dream.

But then everything gradually went into orbit. By now, I was completely familiar with my female identity. No one could recognize me as a man. One month before getting married, in addition to forcing me to learn how to behave like a woman, Dorian Valdez did not allow me to wear any other type of clothing other than women's lingerie, dresses, and skirts. Not even a pair of jeans. My wardrobe is now full of women's blouses of all shapes, all kinds of skirts, dresses that exude a noble style and women's lingerie full of colors.

Dorian Valdez is an annoyingly meticulous man. Just looking like a woman was not enough for him to accept, he wanted me to have the temperament that a woman must have. For a long time, I had to take Antiandrogens and Estrogen. After a while, my breasts grew a bit like the breasts of teenage girls. More importantly, my nipples became quite sensitive. Previously, I used to think that bras were something uncomfortable and strange, but now, I cannot live without them. With just the slightest touch of my nipples, I had difficulty suppressing my sexual desire.

Maybe you won't be able to understand my feelings. Since I last made love to my ex-girlfriend five years ago, I've never ejaculated again. Dorian Valdez won't let me masturbate. He wanted to thoroughly suppress a man's sexual desire so that I could focus on being a full woman. Therefore, I am very afraid of my body reacting to sexual desires, even the slightest. Both Dorian Valdez and I are men, so there's no way someone like him would satisfy my sexual needs.

At present, the time I meet him is even less than when I was head of the sales department of VoltVision electronics company. To avoid being discovered by people he knew, he bought a house far away from the company, which was not convenient for work. Therefore, Dorian Valdez rented an apartment near the company. He spent most of his time there, rarely returning home.

This job gives me a larger source of income than before, helping me pay for hospital bills and living expenses for my parents. They are much better than before so I am also silently grateful to Dorian Valdez. However, I don't want to prolong this work any longer. This lifestyle is too dull! Dorian Valdez does not allow me to find an outside job to do. Of course he didn't want anyone to see my face. The things I do every day are just cleaning the house, cooking, learning more women's skills and making friends with the pigeons in the garden. This house is too big but separate from the rest of the world.

Living away from human warmth for too long is a torment. Therefore, every time Dorian Valdez returns home, I am happy to welcome him. Just hearing his car from the garage, I rushed to the door and was ready to greet him back home. I always cook meals for two people because I don't know when Dorian Valdez will come home. Partly, I also always look forward to a family meal with him.

Dorian Valdez only returns home when tired from work. Usually, after taking a shower and having a meal, he will spend most of his time sleeping. We didn't have many opportunities to talk to each other. Sometimes because of the fatigue accumulated at the company, Dorian Valdez shouted loudly at me. I don't blame him for “cut off one's nose to spite one's face.” I think no one wants to do that, but our mind is not easy to control at all. However, if I say I'm not sad, it's a lie.

It's sad! I rarely saw him, but in response to my expectation were the bitter words or sometimes the suffocating silence of Dorian Valdez. We were nominally husband and wife, but he never saw me as a wife. I was like a superfluous individual accidentally existing in front of him.

This is the moment I understand the most for Selena, my ex-girlfriend. In the past, because of work, there were many times I missed appointments with her. She did not complain a word, on the contrary, she sympathized with my situation. Yet, in the end, I failed her. I am a selfish guy, so I have no right to blame Dorian Valdez. In comparison, he is much better than me because at least, he pays me a large amount of money, which I have never given Selena. Well no, maybe I shouldn't call myself a guy now. After all, I've been living as a woman for five years.

Seldom going out, doesn't mean I never leave the house. Of course, at a minimum, I still need to go to the supermarket to shop for household items and food. Although the area I live in is not a crowded residential area, it is also not deserted. I have met my neighbors many times, they even know that Dorian Valdez and I are husband and wife. But all interactions between me and my neighbors are limited to the social level. I don't talk to them too much. I don't want to hear insults from my husband, like: “Are you crazy to show your face to others? Do you think you look like a woman? If it comes out that I'm married to a man, I won't have the face to work anymore!”

But there are things that can't be avoided. Once I returned from the supermarket, the middle-aged neighbor who lived a few doors away from my house came across me by chance and approached me to start a conversation.

“You are Lucy (my name after marriage), aren't you? I live near your house!”

“Yes, hello, ma'am!” - I replied shyly. No one expected that the head of the sales department like me would now be shy when talking to others. That is not so difficult to understand. Since living as a woman, I feel like a different person, with a different personality. Rather, when wearing women's clothing, sometimes I have thoughts about myself that I don't understand. It's too embarrassing to say this, but I once hugged a stuffed bear and wished Dorian Valdez would see me as his wife, even if it was just once.

This neighbor is more energetic than I thought. She innocently touched my cheek with a gentle smile: “Oh, there's nothing to be shy about! You are so cute! That guy must be very lucky to marry a pretty girl like you!” My face felt hot. Should a man be happy because other praise him as a “pretty girl?”

We chatted socially for a while. Having said that, this seems to be the longest conversation I've had in the past five years. If Dorian Valdez knew, he would be very angry! I told myself it would be okay because he rarely came home and never came home during the day. But the next moment left me stunned. When I turned around, I saw Dorian Valdez standing at our house's gate, looking at me with cold eyes. The neighbor was nearsighted, so she could not clearly see my husband's unwelcome face. She waved to him with joy. But I knew that there was no way I could be as joy as her...

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