Fic: The Measure of a Woman's Worth I

The Measure of a Woman's Worth

Author: Aphrodite

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Disclaimer: Birthday party happened, nothing else beyond that.

Rating: NC-17 for strong sexual content.

Summary: On his 30th birthday, Stacey proves her worth by offering Michael the greatest gift a wife can give her husband.

Author's Notes: No slash in the first chapter, but the premise of the story is laid out here so it's an important chapter. This story as well as my other stories are posted at Castrofics. Otherwise, enjoy the story here. For visual aid, please check out Jason Castro's Beautiful Slideshow and Jason's new song, 'Sweet Medicine'.

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The Measure of a Woman's Worth I

By all accounts, Stacey Vuduris was the perfect wife for Michael Johns. He was lucky to have her as a wife. The envy of many of her friends, she was a beautiful woman with wavy blonde hair bouncing off her shoulders. At 34 years of age, she was a successful interior designer, able to stand on her own two feet financially, which proved to be a saving grace for their marriage of a little over a year. While Michael struggled with launching his music career, Stacey was the breadwinner in the Johns household, paying the mortgage and bills for the family. Even before they were married, she had supported him emotionally and financially as he focused on resurrecting his musical career. In fact, it was at Stacey's insistence that Michael auditioned for American Idols during his last year of eligibility. Michael's popularity and fame rose with the show. Overnight, he became a household name. He was in short a celebrity, privileged to all the perks celebrities were accustomed to. Whereas before he would have to beg club owners to allow him to play, now they were paying him to appear at their clubs.

By all accounts, Stacey Vuduris should be a happily married woman. She was married to one of the most handsome and talented musicians. His career was on the cusp of exploding. Money was no longer an obstacle on their road to success. Everywhere they went, the media followed, basking them in the glory of the spotlight, affording Stacey the extra exposure to cement her career as one of the top interior designers in the country.

Yes. Stacey Vuduris should be a blissful woman, but her spirits were low this late October afternoon as she benefited a well deserved coffee break with her mother.

"What seems to trouble you, Stacey?" Her mother asked her after noticing the dark circles under her otherwise beautiful daughter's eyes.

"It's Michael."

"Michael?" Her mother was surprised to hear of such marital discord. "He's not cheating on you, is he?"

Stacey shook her head, solemnly.


"Then what seems to be the problem?"

"I think he has eyes for someone else."

"Just eyes, my dear. Nothing to be alarm about. Like my mother always told me as a little girl, it doesn't matter where he gets his appetite as long as he comes home for dinner. In other words, men will always stray, but as long as he comes home to your bed, then it'll be fine." Her mother explained. When she noticed the frown on her daughter's face, she continued. "Not that I agree with it, but how else do you think your father and I remain married after all these years? He still comes home, right?"

"Of course."

"Then what seems to be the problem?" Her mother asked, again.

"He can't stop thinking about this other person. Sometimes I wonder when he's making love to me if he's thinking about this person. He talks about this person all the day. He calls and writes and emails. Once after a long day working with clients, I found Michael stuck in front of the computer chatting online. And even worse when it was time for dinner, he took off to join this person at some restaurant while I had to eat left over dinner from two days earlier."

"Have you discussed this with him?"

"Many times, mother. He doesn't seem to get it through his thick skull. He tells me I'm childish to be jealous."

"Stacey, my dear. He's a man. They'll all the same. Men are like children. You tell them they can't take cookies from the cookie jar and they keep sticking their hands in it."

"I don't know what to do anymore, mom. I'm tired of him lusting after someone other than me." Stacey pulled her hair out of frustration, taking a big gulp of her now lukewarm coffee. "What should I do, mother? What would you do to save your marriage?"

"Do you love him?"

"Of course, I do."

"Then let him have his way with his infatuation. Let him get it out of his system and you'll find that he'll return to being the man you married. The more you deny him of this affair, the more he'll want it. Trust me, dear. Arrange for him to be with this woman and just let it be."

"Mother, this other person is Jason Castro."

Stacey's mom nearly choked on the ice cold coffee, spitting it out.

"What? Since when did Michael become gay?"

"He isn't. And neither is David."

"You mean David Cook?"

"Yes. David Cook. For whatever reasons, both Michael and David are in love with this boy. Granted he is beautiful, but..." Stacey couldn't finish anymore. She just wanted to cry.

"Oh, dear. C'mon here." Her mother urged her forward into her embrace.

"You don't understand, mother. The other night after we had made love, I had asked him what he wanted for his big 3-0 and he answered Jason Castro. The frightening thing is that I know he wasn't joking about it."

"Then, give him Jason Castro."


"Michael will not stop lusting after this boy until he has this boy so give him the boy."


"Stacey, I know that's not what you want to hear, but I'm speaking the truth. Be the perfect wife that you are and give your husband this boy. I read about this all the time in People's magazine about perfectly straight men lusting after pretty boys like Jason because of some animalistic needs that only men can give each other. You give him the boy and he'll come back to you."

"Are you sure about this?"

"Sweetheart, I've been married to the same man for the last fifty years. I know a few tricks here and there to keep my hubby coming home to me. He'll love you for it." Stacey's mom got up from the table and kissed her daughter on the forehead. "Gotta go. Don't stress yourself too much over this. It'll all work out. You'll see."

"But how?"

"Just do it. Good-bye, Stacey."

"Good-bye, mother," Stacey whispered, while wallowing in her own tears.