The Cuckold Transformation Pt. 02
Chapter 01: The Supermarket
Sarah and John stroll into the supermarket on a Saturday morning, hand in hand. Sarah is feeling more confident and free than ever before, wearing a short, form-fitting dress that shows off her curves and a pair of high heels that make her legs look incredible. She knows that she looks good, and she isn't worried about showing it off.
He just had a therapy session with Claire, who's been trying to get him to be more chill and less possessive of Sarah. Claire says Sarah's flirting is no big deal, and John should be happy other guys are checking her out. But John's not so sure. He's trying to be cool but isn't always that easy.
As they walk through the aisles, Sarah can't help but notice the admiring glances that she is getting from other men. She feels a sense of power and control that she has never felt before. She knows that John is watching her, and she loves the idea of making him feel a little jealous.
John's trying to keep it together, but he's feeling some type of way. He doesn't want to mess up the progress he's made in therapy, but he also doesn't want to be a total pushover. But even though he's feeling a little uneasy, John's got to admit that Sarah looks amazing. He's proud to be her man, and he doesn't want to do anything to mess that up.
Sarah and John browse the aisles of the supermarket, Sarah stops in front of a shelf stocked with canned goods. She stretches up on her tiptoes to reach a can of black beans on the top shelf, causing her short dress to ride up and ****** her thighs. As she reaches for the can, a man walking by does a double take and checks out her ass.
Sarah notices the man's gaze and smirks to herself, enjoying the attention. When the man walks away, she turns to John with a mischievous grin on her face.
"Did you see that guy checking me out, John?" she asks, holding up the can of black beans as if it's a trophy.
John tries to play it cool, pretending he didn't notice anything. "What guy?" he says, feigning ignorance.
Sarah rolls her eyes playfully. "Oh come on, John. The guy who was practically drooling over my ass just now. Don't tell me you didn't notice."
John hesitates for a moment, unsure of how to respond. He doesn't want to admit that he saw the man checking Sarah out, but he also doesn't want to lie to her. Finally, he settles on a noncommittal response.
"I don't know, Sarah. I wasn't paying attention."
Sarah raises an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed with John's answer. "Well, maybe you should start paying more attention, John. After all, I am your wife. You should be proud to show me off."
John's face contorts in confusion. "Proud? Why should I be proud to show you off?"
Sarah's voice takes on a playful, yet slightly dominant tone. "Well, because I'm hot, John. Don't you think I'm hot?" She runs her fingers through her long, wavy hair, accentuating her curves in the tight-fitting dress.
John stammers, trying to find the right words. "Of course, you're hot, Sarah. But that doesn't mean I want other men looking at you like that."
Sarah raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "So you're jealous, then? Is that it?"
John's face flushes with embarrassment. "No, I'm not jealous. I just don't want other men disrespecting you."
Sarah's expression softens, but her eyes still hold a glint of mischief. "John, I can handle myself. I can wear whatever I want and still demand respect. You don't have to be jealous or protective. Just be proud to be with me. And besides, all men check out a woman's ass. It's natural. You should be proud that your wife has an ass that can turn heads."
Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she watches John struggle to come up with an answer. She takes a step closer to him, her body brushing against his. "Come on, John, let me ask one thing. How many men do you think check out my boobs, only today?"
John swallows hard, feeling his face flush with embarrassment. "I don't know, Sarah," he mumbles, avoiding her gaze.
"Then guess!" says Sarah promptly, indicating she wants a specific answer from him.
"I don't know Sarah. Maybe a couple?" asks John, looking at his shoes meekly.
Sarah laughs a low, seductive sound that sends shivers down John's spine. "Oh, John," she says, "you're so cute when you're trying to be modest. But let me tell you, it was at least ten guys. And that's just the ones I noticed."
John's eyes widen in shock, and Sarah can see the gears turning in his head as he tries to process what she's saying. She takes advantage of his momentary distraction to run her fingers lightly down his chest, feeling his heart race beneath her touch. "So, are you going to put up a fight with every one of them?" she asks, her voice low and teasing.
"Or are you going to accept that it's no big deal and let it go?"
John swallows hard again, feeling his resolve crumble under Sarah's confident gaze. "I...I don't know," he stammers, his voice barely above a whisper.
Sarah smiles, a wicked glint in her eye. "Well, let me make it easy for you," she says, leaning in close to whisper in his ear. "You're going to let it go. Because you trust me. And because you don't care when other men look at me, right, John?"
John's breath hitches in his throat, and he can feel his body responding to Sarah's words, his pulse quickening and his cock stirring to life in his pants. He knows he should protest, should tell her that he doesn't like the idea of other men ogling his wife, but the words won't come. Instead, he finds himself nodding weakly, surrendering to Sarah's arguments.
John's voice is barely above a whisper as he finally admits that Sarah is right and that it's not a big deal if other men look at her. "I think you're right Sarah. Men are just like this. They just look and flirt with women all the time, no matter what," he says, trying to sound convincing.
"Wait a minute! I didn't even say anything about flirting," she thinks to herself, a wicked glint in her eye. "That must be Claire's job. Hahaha. Oh my God, men are so clueless."
Sarah listens to him, a sly smile playing on her lips. She knows that this is exactly what Claire has been working on with him. And she can't help but feel a thrill, noticing her plan is running better and faster than she thought.
Her eyes light up as she sees the opening John has given her. She can't believe how easy it is to manipulate him. "Oh my god, John, you're so right! Flirting is harmless and fun. It's like when you play a video game and you have to level up, you know? Flirting is just like leveling up in real life. It's a game, and everyone's playing it. You don't get mad at people for playing Candy Crush, do you? This is the same thing."
"Well, yes I guess, but.." John starts a sentence when Sarah interrupts him.
"I must say, John, I'm impressed. You're finally starting to see things my way, I mean, the right way!" She leans in closer to him, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "I bet this is all thanks to Claire, isn't it? She must be working miracles for you in those therapy sessions.
"Well, the session with Claire has been nice indeed. She gives me a lot of good advice." says John, in the brief time he has to talk without being interrupted."
As they round a corner, Sarah spots a guy in his early twenties heading towards them. She nudges John and whispers, "Watch, he's gonna check me out."
John raises an eyebrow but doesn't say anything. As the guy gets closer, Sarah's prediction comes true. His eyes immediately dart to her chest, taking in the sight of her cleavage spilling out of her low-cut dress. He doesn't even try to be subtle about it. As soon as he's walked past them, he turns his head to get a look at Sarah's round ass.
John rolls his eyes, but Sarah just giggles and elbows him in the ribs. "Told you," she says with a smirk. "Guys are so predictable. At least this one was kinda cute."
John can't believe he's witnessing the guy checking Sarah out, his eyes fixed on her massive tits that are practically bursting out of her dress. He watches as the guy's gaze lingers on her cleavage before moving down to her ass and he does nothing.
"I can't believe he just did that, right in front of me. I mean, did he not see that I'm your husband? Did he not notice that I was standing right here next to you?" John asks, his voice laced with disbelief.
Sarah grins, clearly enjoying the attention. "I know, right? But what can I say? Some guys just can't resist a good pair of tits and a nice ass, I guess. But you did great, by the way: you didn't make a scene, avoided eye contact with him, and spoke in a low tone after he left. That's what a husband who trusts her wife does. If you had a smile on your face right now, your grade would be A+, " Sarah giggles, mixing up a natural tone with a sarcastic one.
Sarah's eyes wander down the aisle, scanning the shelves absentmindedly as she follows John. But then, her gaze catches on a tall, handsome man standing near the produce section, picking through a pile of avocados. Her heart skips a beat and she can't help but bite her lip, checking him out from head to toe.
Without taking her eyes off him, she leans in closer to John and murmurs, "Hey, babe, can you grab me a pack of Diet Coke from that shelf over there?" She points vaguely in the direction of the beverages, but her attention is still fixed on the man.
John looks over at Sarah, slightly confused by her request. "Uh, sure thing babe. Diet Coke got it," he says, heading over to the beverages section. As he walks away, he can't help but notice the way Sarah's eyes are glued to the tall, handsome man. He shakes his head, wondering if he'll ever understand the way her mind works.
Sarah takes the opportunity to sidle closer to the man, positioning herself right next to him. She puffs out her chest and runs her fingers through her hair, subtly adjusting her hair curls.
She turns to him with a coy smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Excuse me," she says, her voice low and seductive. "I couldn't help but notice you seem to know your way around avocados. Do you have any tips for picking a ripe one?"
The man doesn't look at her at first, and his tone is dismissive. "I'm just a regular customer, lady. I don't work here," he says, not even bothering to glance in her direction.
But then, he turns to face her, and his demeanor instantly changes. He takes in her sexy dress, with her boobs almost popping out, and a grin spreads across his face. "W-Well, for you, I might be able to make an exception," he says, his voice smooth and confident.
He picks up an avocado and holds it gently in his hand, caressing it with his fingers.
"You see, it's all about the touch," he says, his voice low and seductive. "You have to be gentle, but firm. Just like with a woman's...heart." He looks up at Sarah, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
Sarah can't help but laugh at his cheesy line. "Is that so?" she says, raising an eyebrow. "So, what's the deal with the color?" she asks, her voice dripping with sweetness. "Is that important too, right?"
The guy smirks at her, his eyes flicking down to her cleavage before meeting her gaze again. "Well, I'm a sucker for blondes," he says, winking at her.
Sarah giggles and playfully slaps his arm. "Oh, you're terrible," she says, her voice teasing. "But I'll take it as a compliment."
John stands a few feet away from Sarah and the guy she's talking to, trying to look casual as he holds the 6 pack of Diet Coke in his hands. He can tell they're flirting by the way Sarah is laughing at the guy's cheesy puns and the way she's twirling a lock of hair around her finger. John feels a pang of jealousy, but he tries to push it down. He knows Sarah is just being friendly and he trusts her.
He strains his ears to try and hear what they're talking about, but he can only catch snippets of their conversation. Something about firm avocados and the guy preferring blondes.
He stands there for a few more minutes, debating whether or not he should join them. On one hand, he doesn't want to interrupt their conversation and seem like the jealous boyfriend. But on the other hand, he doesn't want to leave Sarah alone with this guy for too long. Finally, after a couple more minutes of internal debate, John decides to join them.
As John approaches Sarah and the guy she's been flirting with, he can hear her say "Hey bro, where have you been?" in a tone that's a little too casual for his liking. He feels a pang of confusion and annoyance. "Did she just call him "bro?", thinks John.
John tries to shake it off and responds with a dumbstruck expression, "Um... I was getting the diet coke." He holds up the 6-pack in his hands as if to prove his point, feeling a little embarrassed.
Sarah turns to the guy again, flipping her hair back and giving him a sultry smile. "This is my brother," she says, gesturing to John. "He gets lost in the supermarket sometimes." She rolls her eyes like it's the most stupid thing in the world.
The guy chuckles, looking John up and down. "I see what you mean," he says, smirking.
Sarah leans in closer to the guy, running a finger down his arm. "Hey bro," she says, her voice dripping with sweetness. "Why don't you go pay for all this stuff while I finish up my little chat here? I'll meet you in the car."
John, completely lost, obeys and says, "Ok...sis." He starts to walk towards the cashier with the Diet Coke and the rest of the groceries.
As Sarah struts towards the car, her hips swaying and her heels clicking against the pavement, she can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. She had successfully flirted with the tall, handsome man in the supermarket with no major issues in her marriage, after all.
But as she approaches the car, she sees John standing next to it, his arms crossed and a scowl on his face. "What are you doing out here in the sun?" she asks, her voice dripping with sweetness.
"You have the keys," he replies, his tone flat.
Sarah giggles and pulls the keys out of her purse. "Oops, my bad," she says, winking at him. "Anyway, you're welcome!"
But as she approaches the car, she sees John standing next to it, his arms crossed and a scowl on his face. "What are you doing out here in the sun?" she asks, her voice dripping with sweetness.
"You have the keys," he replies, his tone flat.
Sarah giggles and pulls the keys out of her purse. "Oops, my bad," she says, winking at him. "Anyway, you're welcome!"
John's scowl deepens. "What are you talking about?"
Sarah rolls her eyes as if it should be obvious. "I introduced you as my brother, remember? It would have been so much more awkward if I had to introduce you as my husband while I was flirting with that guy."
John's mouth drops open, and he stutters, trying to find the words. "But-but- you called me 'bro' and said I got lost in the supermarket!"
Sarah waves her hand again as if brushing away his concerns. "Oh, please, it was just a little white lie. You played the character perfectly, by the way!"
John's face turns red with shame, but he knows there's no point in arguing with Sarah.
Sarah, feeling more adventurous and wanting to explore her newfound freedom in her relationship with John, turns to him with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Hey, what do you think about us going to a bar tonight?" she asks, twirling a lock of hair around her finger.
John looks at her, a little taken aback by the sudden suggestion. "Um, I don't know, Sarah. We don't go to bars that often," he says, scratching the back of his head nervously.
Sarah pouts, crossing her arms over her chest. "Come on, John. It'll be fun! We can dress up, have some drinks, maybe even dance a little. Don't you want to try something new?" she asks, batting her eyelashes at him.
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Sarah and John stroll into the supermarket on a Saturday morning, hand in hand. Sarah is feeling more confident and free than ever before, wearing a short, form-fitting dress that shows off her curves and a pair of high heels that make her legs look incredible. She knows that she looks good, and she isn't worried about showing it off.
He just had a therapy session with Claire, who's been trying to get him to be more chill and less possessive of Sarah. Claire says Sarah's flirting is no big deal, and John should be happy other guys are checking her out. But John's not so sure. He's trying to be cool but isn't always that easy.
As they walk through the aisles, Sarah can't help but notice the admiring glances that she is getting from other men. She feels a sense of power and control that she has never felt before. She knows that John is watching her, and she loves the idea of making him feel a little jealous.
John's trying to keep it together, but he's feeling some type of way. He doesn't want to mess up the progress he's made in therapy, but he also doesn't want to be a total pushover. But even though he's feeling a little uneasy, John's got to admit that Sarah looks amazing. He's proud to be her man, and he doesn't want to do anything to mess that up.
Sarah and John browse the aisles of the supermarket, Sarah stops in front of a shelf stocked with canned goods. She stretches up on her tiptoes to reach a can of black beans on the top shelf, causing her short dress to ride up and ****** her thighs. As she reaches for the can, a man walking by does a double take and checks out her ass.
Sarah notices the man's gaze and smirks to herself, enjoying the attention. When the man walks away, she turns to John with a mischievous grin on her face.
"Did you see that guy checking me out, John?" she asks, holding up the can of black beans as if it's a trophy.
John tries to play it cool, pretending he didn't notice anything. "What guy?" he says, feigning ignorance.
Sarah rolls her eyes playfully. "Oh come on, John. The guy who was practically drooling over my ass just now. Don't tell me you didn't notice."
John hesitates for a moment, unsure of how to respond. He doesn't want to admit that he saw the man checking Sarah out, but he also doesn't want to lie to her. Finally, he settles on a noncommittal response.
"I don't know, Sarah. I wasn't paying attention."
Sarah raises an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed with John's answer. "Well, maybe you should start paying more attention, John. After all, I am your wife. You should be proud to show me off."
John's face contorts in confusion. "Proud? Why should I be proud to show you off?"
Sarah's voice takes on a playful, yet slightly dominant tone. "Well, because I'm hot, John. Don't you think I'm hot?" She runs her fingers through her long, wavy hair, accentuating her curves in the tight-fitting dress.
John stammers, trying to find the right words. "Of course, you're hot, Sarah. But that doesn't mean I want other men looking at you like that."
Sarah raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "So you're jealous, then? Is that it?"
John's face flushes with embarrassment. "No, I'm not jealous. I just don't want other men disrespecting you."
Sarah's expression softens, but her eyes still hold a glint of mischief. "John, I can handle myself. I can wear whatever I want and still demand respect. You don't have to be jealous or protective. Just be proud to be with me. And besides, all men check out a woman's ass. It's natural. You should be proud that your wife has an ass that can turn heads."
Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she watches John struggle to come up with an answer. She takes a step closer to him, her body brushing against his. "Come on, John, let me ask one thing. How many men do you think check out my boobs, only today?"
John swallows hard, feeling his face flush with embarrassment. "I don't know, Sarah," he mumbles, avoiding her gaze.
"Then guess!" says Sarah promptly, indicating she wants a specific answer from him.
"I don't know Sarah. Maybe a couple?" asks John, looking at his shoes meekly.
Sarah laughs a low, seductive sound that sends shivers down John's spine. "Oh, John," she says, "you're so cute when you're trying to be modest. But let me tell you, it was at least ten guys. And that's just the ones I noticed."
John's eyes widen in shock, and Sarah can see the gears turning in his head as he tries to process what she's saying. She takes advantage of his momentary distraction to run her fingers lightly down his chest, feeling his heart race beneath her touch. "So, are you going to put up a fight with every one of them?" she asks, her voice low and teasing.
"Or are you going to accept that it's no big deal and let it go?"
John swallows hard again, feeling his resolve crumble under Sarah's confident gaze. "I...I don't know," he stammers, his voice barely above a whisper.
Sarah smiles, a wicked glint in her eye. "Well, let me make it easy for you," she says, leaning in close to whisper in his ear. "You're going to let it go. Because you trust me. And because you don't care when other men look at me, right, John?"
John's breath hitches in his throat, and he can feel his body responding to Sarah's words, his pulse quickening and his cock stirring to life in his pants. He knows he should protest, should tell her that he doesn't like the idea of other men ogling his wife, but the words won't come. Instead, he finds himself nodding weakly, surrendering to Sarah's arguments.
John's voice is barely above a whisper as he finally admits that Sarah is right and that it's not a big deal if other men look at her. "I think you're right Sarah. Men are just like this. They just look and flirt with women all the time, no matter what," he says, trying to sound convincing.
"Wait a minute! I didn't even say anything about flirting," she thinks to herself, a wicked glint in her eye. "That must be Claire's job. Hahaha. Oh my God, men are so clueless."
Sarah listens to him, a sly smile playing on her lips. She knows that this is exactly what Claire has been working on with him. And she can't help but feel a thrill, noticing her plan is running better and faster than she thought.
Her eyes light up as she sees the opening John has given her. She can't believe how easy it is to manipulate him. "Oh my god, John, you're so right! Flirting is harmless and fun. It's like when you play a video game and you have to level up, you know? Flirting is just like leveling up in real life. It's a game, and everyone's playing it. You don't get mad at people for playing Candy Crush, do you? This is the same thing."
"Well, yes I guess, but.." John starts a sentence when Sarah interrupts him.
"I must say, John, I'm impressed. You're finally starting to see things my way, I mean, the right way!" She leans in closer to him, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "I bet this is all thanks to Claire, isn't it? She must be working miracles for you in those therapy sessions.
"Well, the session with Claire has been nice indeed. She gives me a lot of good advice." says John, in the brief time he has to talk without being interrupted."
As they round a corner, Sarah spots a guy in his early twenties heading towards them. She nudges John and whispers, "Watch, he's gonna check me out."
John raises an eyebrow but doesn't say anything. As the guy gets closer, Sarah's prediction comes true. His eyes immediately dart to her chest, taking in the sight of her cleavage spilling out of her low-cut dress. He doesn't even try to be subtle about it. As soon as he's walked past them, he turns his head to get a look at Sarah's round ass.
John rolls his eyes, but Sarah just giggles and elbows him in the ribs. "Told you," she says with a smirk. "Guys are so predictable. At least this one was kinda cute."
John can't believe he's witnessing the guy checking Sarah out, his eyes fixed on her massive tits that are practically bursting out of her dress. He watches as the guy's gaze lingers on her cleavage before moving down to her ass and he does nothing.
"I can't believe he just did that, right in front of me. I mean, did he not see that I'm your husband? Did he not notice that I was standing right here next to you?" John asks, his voice laced with disbelief.
Sarah grins, clearly enjoying the attention. "I know, right? But what can I say? Some guys just can't resist a good pair of tits and a nice ass, I guess. But you did great, by the way: you didn't make a scene, avoided eye contact with him, and spoke in a low tone after he left. That's what a husband who trusts her wife does. If you had a smile on your face right now, your grade would be A+, " Sarah giggles, mixing up a natural tone with a sarcastic one.
Sarah's eyes wander down the aisle, scanning the shelves absentmindedly as she follows John. But then, her gaze catches on a tall, handsome man standing near the produce section, picking through a pile of avocados. Her heart skips a beat and she can't help but bite her lip, checking him out from head to toe.
Without taking her eyes off him, she leans in closer to John and murmurs, "Hey, babe, can you grab me a pack of Diet Coke from that shelf over there?" She points vaguely in the direction of the beverages, but her attention is still fixed on the man.
John looks over at Sarah, slightly confused by her request. "Uh, sure thing babe. Diet Coke got it," he says, heading over to the beverages section. As he walks away, he can't help but notice the way Sarah's eyes are glued to the tall, handsome man. He shakes his head, wondering if he'll ever understand the way her mind works.
Sarah takes the opportunity to sidle closer to the man, positioning herself right next to him. She puffs out her chest and runs her fingers through her hair, subtly adjusting her hair curls.
She turns to him with a coy smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Excuse me," she says, her voice low and seductive. "I couldn't help but notice you seem to know your way around avocados. Do you have any tips for picking a ripe one?"
The man doesn't look at her at first, and his tone is dismissive. "I'm just a regular customer, lady. I don't work here," he says, not even bothering to glance in her direction.
But then, he turns to face her, and his demeanor instantly changes. He takes in her sexy dress, with her boobs almost popping out, and a grin spreads across his face. "W-Well, for you, I might be able to make an exception," he says, his voice smooth and confident.
He picks up an avocado and holds it gently in his hand, caressing it with his fingers.
"You see, it's all about the touch," he says, his voice low and seductive. "You have to be gentle, but firm. Just like with a woman's...heart." He looks up at Sarah, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
Sarah can't help but laugh at his cheesy line. "Is that so?" she says, raising an eyebrow. "So, what's the deal with the color?" she asks, her voice dripping with sweetness. "Is that important too, right?"
The guy smirks at her, his eyes flicking down to her cleavage before meeting her gaze again. "Well, I'm a sucker for blondes," he says, winking at her.
Sarah giggles and playfully slaps his arm. "Oh, you're terrible," she says, her voice teasing. "But I'll take it as a compliment."
John stands a few feet away from Sarah and the guy she's talking to, trying to look casual as he holds the 6 pack of Diet Coke in his hands. He can tell they're flirting by the way Sarah is laughing at the guy's cheesy puns and the way she's twirling a lock of hair around her finger. John feels a pang of jealousy, but he tries to push it down. He knows Sarah is just being friendly and he trusts her.
He strains his ears to try and hear what they're talking about, but he can only catch snippets of their conversation. Something about firm avocados and the guy preferring blondes.
He stands there for a few more minutes, debating whether or not he should join them. On one hand, he doesn't want to interrupt their conversation and seem like the jealous boyfriend. But on the other hand, he doesn't want to leave Sarah alone with this guy for too long. Finally, after a couple more minutes of internal debate, John decides to join them.
As John approaches Sarah and the guy she's been flirting with, he can hear her say "Hey bro, where have you been?" in a tone that's a little too casual for his liking. He feels a pang of confusion and annoyance. "Did she just call him "bro?", thinks John.
John tries to shake it off and responds with a dumbstruck expression, "Um... I was getting the diet coke." He holds up the 6-pack in his hands as if to prove his point, feeling a little embarrassed.
Sarah turns to the guy again, flipping her hair back and giving him a sultry smile. "This is my brother," she says, gesturing to John. "He gets lost in the supermarket sometimes." She rolls her eyes like it's the most stupid thing in the world.
The guy chuckles, looking John up and down. "I see what you mean," he says, smirking.
Sarah leans in closer to the guy, running a finger down his arm. "Hey bro," she says, her voice dripping with sweetness. "Why don't you go pay for all this stuff while I finish up my little chat here? I'll meet you in the car."
John, completely lost, obeys and says, "Ok...sis." He starts to walk towards the cashier with the Diet Coke and the rest of the groceries.
As Sarah struts towards the car, her hips swaying and her heels clicking against the pavement, she can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. She had successfully flirted with the tall, handsome man in the supermarket with no major issues in her marriage, after all.
But as she approaches the car, she sees John standing next to it, his arms crossed and a scowl on his face. "What are you doing out here in the sun?" she asks, her voice dripping with sweetness.
"You have the keys," he replies, his tone flat.
Sarah giggles and pulls the keys out of her purse. "Oops, my bad," she says, winking at him. "Anyway, you're welcome!"
But as she approaches the car, she sees John standing next to it, his arms crossed and a scowl on his face. "What are you doing out here in the sun?" she asks, her voice dripping with sweetness.
"You have the keys," he replies, his tone flat.
Sarah giggles and pulls the keys out of her purse. "Oops, my bad," she says, winking at him. "Anyway, you're welcome!"
John's scowl deepens. "What are you talking about?"
Sarah rolls her eyes as if it should be obvious. "I introduced you as my brother, remember? It would have been so much more awkward if I had to introduce you as my husband while I was flirting with that guy."
John's mouth drops open, and he stutters, trying to find the words. "But-but- you called me 'bro' and said I got lost in the supermarket!"
Sarah waves her hand again as if brushing away his concerns. "Oh, please, it was just a little white lie. You played the character perfectly, by the way!"
John's face turns red with shame, but he knows there's no point in arguing with Sarah.
Sarah, feeling more adventurous and wanting to explore her newfound freedom in her relationship with John, turns to him with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Hey, what do you think about us going to a bar tonight?" she asks, twirling a lock of hair around her finger.
John looks at her, a little taken aback by the sudden suggestion. "Um, I don't know, Sarah. We don't go to bars that often," he says, scratching the back of his head nervously.
Sarah pouts, crossing her arms over her chest. "Come on, John. It'll be fun! We can dress up, have some drinks, maybe even dance a little. Don't you want to try something new?" she asks, batting her eyelashes at him.
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