She "says" she doesn't

Trish swings the door open and quickly brings me in to a big warm enveloping hug, her perfume and sweat from the night before permeating my senses. She's always been so loving to me, and I remember I used to always tease her that she probably has a secret crush on me; even though she insists she's straight.

She must sense something is wrong with me, or at the very least the fact that I seem ready to burst into tears as she motions me to go sit on the couch while she grabs me a coffee. Once I've sat and had a few sips of coffee, I finally build up the courage to spill to her what's been going on. She stares at me half in shock, half in "something else" as I describe what's felt like a deep subconscious pull to be this perfect housewife. Is that arousal flushing her face or am I just imagining things? Honestly my head has been so turned around recently that I'm not quite sure.

She says some comforting words, and reminds me that I "don't need to worry my pretty little head about it". That's... Weird. That kind of sounds patronizing, but it did really help me feel more relaxed about it. Maybe I don't need to worry about it, afterall, I look pretty and that's what really matters... Right?

Wait, no! That's not true, that's how I used to feel. But why else would she say something like that. It honestly reminds me of something my husband would say, but Trish wouldn't normally. And there's no way she's been talking with him, she barely even said hi to him at the wedding. My wedding... Right? I don't actually remember much from it, maybe the bubbles in the champagne went straight to my head, that must be it.

She's staring at me now, she must know something. I feel like prey, and her the predator; but not in the fun way like with my husband. Though why is my pussy getting wet right now, I'm straight and so is she I think, and there's nothing sexual going on. As she stands up and my eyes are drawn to her breasts which are now at my eye level, she comes in close and whispers to me that she has a surprise for me.

Just as she does I hear the front door swing open and see my husband's now looming figure approach us.

*Been away on vacation so just getting back to this. Next chapter/a are going to finish up this short little story. There will be both a good and bad ending, so this will be the first and last time there's a branching chapter in this story.*