The next day I woke with Ken's arms wrapped around me. I liked the feeling and wanted to stay in bed. I knew I had to get ready for the day and get breakfast started. After all, I was the lady of the house.

I showered first, then shaved. There was almost no hair. Just a slight fuzz. I only normally shaved every two to three days. I did my makeup and choose what I was going to wear.

Black lace boyshorts with a matching bra. I debated about wearing tights, but then went for stockings. Shirley told me to choose clothes that reminded me I wasn't a guy. The feel of the tight suspender belt moving my knickers as I walked reminded me constantly. Also, I loved the feeling of the lace gently rubbing me.

I wore a cream silk blouse and a tight blue skirt with a side split. Lastly, black stilettos. It was a cross between a smart housewife and an office worker. I went downstairs to get the coffee started.

To my surprise, Mr. Yasimo was sitting in the kitchen drinking coffee.

"Good morning Mrs. Owen." He was being very formal this morning.

"Good morning Jiro. Did you sleep well?"

"Yes, thank you. I have had disturbing news from my office. I need to discuss this with you and Mr. Owen urgently."

Had he found out that the company was almost bankrupt? How would we explain this? I went up to our bedroom and found Ken dressed and smiling. I explained what I think had happened and that smile turned into a frown.

"I have an idea, Susan. Follow my lead and agree with me. Come on let's get this over with."

It was as we feared. Jiro had investigated the company's finances. He knew we were nearly broke.

"Mr. Yasimo, I understand how this looks. We had a problem with a supplier in China. They sent our contractor a batch of faulty I.C's. If we didn't pay our contractor we wouldn't be able to fulfill your order. Their work is excellent."

Ken was really winging this now. I just hoped Jiro didn't know the truth.

"I understand Ken. That was the correct thing to do. The sample you sent me was excellent. We do want this product built in the U.K. Your reasons were honorable. You should have told me though. I am in two minds now. I will discuss the matter with my family and we will talk at dinner this evening. For now, I would like to see your offices."

"No problem Jiro. We will leave after breakfast. If that is OK with you?" Said Ken.

Jiro smiled at me. I think he had naughty thoughts about me. I was surprised that it gave me a small thrill. This power I now had as a woman to be the object of desire for men. It was not something I ever experienced before. I was enjoying it.

"Yes, I would like to see where my money will be going if I decide to invest in your company. Will you come too, Susan?"

Ken shot me a look. If I went to the office someone was bound to say that I wasn't Susan. I looked a little like her with the wig. The problem was many of them had seen her for a brief while at the Christmas party.

"Sorry Jiro, no. I do most of my work from home. I'm a housewife first. My work for the company comes second."

"That is a wise decision, Susan. Many women think being a housewife is a small thing. Without you, your husband could not function, without him, your company could not function."

After breakfast, the men were getting ready to leave. Ken kissed me goodbye, and squeezed my backside through my skirt.

"I will have dinner ready for seven tonight. Is shepherd's pie OK for you both?"

"That should be fine Sue. We'll see you tonight."

As they left Ken was explaining the difference between shepherd's pie and cottage pie to Jiro. We had survived this first hiccup. I was wondering if I would ever get the money for my narrowboat.

I spent the day cleaning. I changed into a simple, flower-print cotton dress. I wore flat shoes and went through the house from top to bottom. In a strange way, I enjoyed it. I looked at myself in every mirror. I saw an average suburban housewife going about her day. At work, most of the stuff I did showed results after months, or never. Cleaning a kitchen, you see the results immediately.

I wondered if I could ever live like this permanently. That wasn't on the cards though. I would be back to being a man soon. I had to admit the feel of the clothes and having men want me was exciting. I loved the attention I was getting.

While eating dinner that night, Jiro dropped his bombshell.

"I have decided that I will proceed with the contract, but there is a condition. I will stay here with you for one year. I will live here with you and together we will see this project started."

Ken looked at me dumbfounded. What were we going to do? On my part, it would mean staying as a woman 24 hours a day for at least a year. I would be trapped in this role as a housewife.

"I can see you both need to discuss this. I will go to bed. The last few days have been very tiring for me. Goodnight."

We decided the best place to discuss this would be in our bedroom. So we had an early night. As I slipped into my black lacey babydoll and kimono I shivered at the delicious feelings. I felt sad that this may be the last time I would feel them.

"Look, Peter. I understand that this is a huge ask.."

I interrupted him.

"You mean Susan. You want me to live as a woman, your wife for a whole year?"

"Listen, after a year I'll give you £150k. You can buy your boat and still draw a salary. What do you say?"

What he didn't know was I had fallen in love with being Susan. My life as Peter was a little boring. I wanted to see how far I could go with this.

"If I do this, I may not be able to come back from it. I want your word that I have the option to stay here as a man or a woman after the year is up."

He looked at me quizically.

"If that's what you want. Great."

He hugged me and kissed my cheek. I turned my head, and he kissed my neck. His hot breath was in my ear. I felt a tingling in my knickers. This was turning me on. His hands were on my buttocks, squeezing them.

My hands sought out the cord of his dressing gown. He released me, and I fell on my knees in front of him. My mind was in turmoil. A little voice at the back of my mind said stop. I didn't. I was too caught up in the moment. In my mind, the idea of living as a woman and a wife full-time had turned me on until I couldn't think clearly. All I could think of was a year wearing the sexiest, softest clothes. Being admired, being lusted after. Everyone that saw me would think I was a woman.

I had the urge to take care of my man. I took him into my mouth and he groaned in ecstasy. I looked up as I bobbed up and down on his shaft. His eyes were rolling back. He gently held my head and started pumping into my mouth. A few times he pushed too deep. Then said.

"I'm going to cum."

I pulled away. He looked crestfallen.

"Sorry, what have I..." He mumbled.

"I want to consummate our marriage Ken. If I'm going to be your wife, I want to act like your wife."

He looked surprised but hopeful.

"You mean you want to make love? Properly."

"Yes, but you must take it easy. I have only done this once. Please be gentle."

I got on the bed on my hands and knees. Ken came behind me and started to pull down my knickers.

"No! Please. I don't want you to see that."

He understood. He eased them to the side and started to gently probe my rose bud with a lubricated finger. I felt a flush of warmth spread through my body.

"Oh, that feels good."

He responded by introducing a second finger. I was so relaxed, he slipped them in easily. After a few minutes, he asked if I was ready.

"Yes, but can we do it face to face? I want to see you as we make love."

Ken took one of the pillows and put it under my backside. He held my legs high and wide, then slipped my knickers down just enough to see his goal. He leaned forward and I felt the pressure build at my rose bud. A small thrust and he was in.

I gasped.

"Did I hurt you?"

"A little, but please keep going."

He slid in a little at a time. The pain was overcome by my feelings of this being so right. I wanted to be his woman. He was fully in now I felt so sexy. It burned little, but it was subsiding.

Ken slowly withdrew and slid back in fully. The sensation of the movement felt wonderful. Our eyes locked. In his, I saw lust. My eyes were wide at these new sensations. I was being "had", and "taken", I was fulfilling my wifely duties.

Ken could control himself no longer. He sped up until you could hear a steady slapping as our bodies met. I was thrusting forward to meet him. I realized the front of my knickers had grown damp. My prostate was being milked by our activity.

I felt Ken swell inside me. He grasped my legs and forced my ankles back to my ears. A few powerful thrusts and I felt him release inside me. He collapsed, exhausted on top of me.

I had done it, and enjoyed it a lot more than I thought I would. I was happy. I had now fully substituted for his wife .