A Boyfriend for my Sissy Husband -- part 2

A week passed and it was time for Danielle's second date with his new "boyfriend," Martin.  Of course, Martin wasn't really Danielle's boyfriend - he was a man I picked to construct a wild psycho-drama for my sissy.

Danielle was all giggly and nervous before Martin arrived to pick him up.  Unlike last week when Danielle was terrified of being out with a man, tonight I could tell he was excited and looking forward to it.  Something deeply feminine and girly had been awakened by his first date.  It was as if Danielle was being flooded all at once by the emotions of a 15 year old girl!

Danielle had begged me to take him shopping for a new dress to wear.  This was going even better than I could have dreamed!  Danielle explained that Martin wanted to take him to The Windsor for their second date.  The Windsor is a very exclusive and very expensive restaurant and after hours club with wonderful food and live music and dancing.  Danielle was all aflutter with the idea of being asked out on a date there.  I agreed to take Danielle shopping and we bought a very elegant purple dress for him to wear.

When the big day arrive, once again Danielle spent most of the afternoon at the beauty parlor getting all prettied for his date.  The girls at the salon made him describe every minute of his prior date.  They told Danielle how lucky he was to have such a handsome and charming man pursuing him and taking him out to really fancy places. Instead of becoming anxious by their chatter like he was last week, this time Danielle was flattered and encouraged by it.

Martin picked up Danielle and took him away for the evening. Here are some photos of the two of them on the grand staircase heading downstairs to the club after they finished with their dinner. It was another dreamy dinner date for Danielle -- his girly feelings completely overwhelming his natural heterosexual tendencies. 

Danielle was much more relaxed than he was on their first date.  And Martin was much more flirtatious.  After the wining and dining, the lovebirds moved to the dance floor, where Martin expertly led Danielle as the combo played a variety of slow, romantic songs.  Danielle felt so safe in Martin's strong arms.  Danielle felt like he was floating on air, twirling and swaying in his lovely purple dress and 4 inch sandals.

When they couldn't dance anymore, Martin navigated them both to a sofa where they sat.  Martin said, "Danielle, I know I only just met you, but I want you to know that I already have very strong feelings for you.  Danielle, I'm falling in love with you."

Danielle's heart must have almost stopped beating when he heard this. Before Danielle could open his mouth, Martin took out a small wrapped gift from his pocket.  "Here, Danielle, this is for you."  Danielle nervously accepted the small box from Martin and opened it. Inside was a beautiful heart-shaped pendant covered with about a dozen diamonds.

"Oh my!  It's lovely!  I...I don't know what to say.  This is all so unexpected!" Danielle managed to sputter.

"I'm sure it is," Martin said calmly as he helped Danielle put the necklace on.  "You don't have to say anything.  But I do want to see you again.  And soon.  And for longer. And for more."  Danielle looked confused so Martin elaborated. "Next Saturday, let's spend the whole day together. Here's my idea.  We can drive over to the lake and get room for the day at the Inn on the Pier.  We can get to know each other better, if you know what I mean."  Now Danielle knew exactly what Martin meant.  Danielle knew this was not something that he should agree to but he couldn't help himself.

"Okay," Danielle said.  "But I can't tell my...spouse.  I know that meeting you was all her idea but I don't think she would approve of me checking into a fancy hotel with you."

"Not a problem," Martin responded.  "All of this can be our little secret.  You can tell your...spouse...that I have planned a full day of activities together downtown, we'll go to the museum, then lunch, then a matinee...I will pick you up at 9:00 and have you home by 6:00.  And no one will ever suspect what we're up to."

"You are a devil, aren't you, Martin Rittenhouse?" Danielle replied with a wide grin, barely able to contain his delight that this handsome man was pursuing him as if he were the most beautiful woman on the planet.

There was more kissing and groping in the car before returning Danielle home.  I again was waiting in the living room.  Danielle gave me a report on his evening, delighted in sharing details of the dinner, the dancing, the music.  But he did exclude a number of details.  He said nothing about the necklace he received (he must of taken it off just before coming inside), nothing about Martin's profession of love for him, and nothing about their sneaky plan to screw around in a hotel next Saturday.

Of course, Martin kept no secrets from me.  And I fully expected my pathetic sissy husband to mislead me about what was really going on between him and Martin. Danielle didn't know it, but he was quickly digging himself into a hole from which he might never emerge.