ChrissieChrissieI first met my wife whilst I was on a break in Durban, South Africa fiveyears ago. I was based in Lusaka in the final year of a four yearassignment in Zambia and I needed a week or two in a somewhat normalcountry and found a small but elegant beachside guest house on theinternet and booked in for a week. The owner promised to send herdaughter to meet me at the airport in Durban and drive me to the guesthouse. There was no direct flight from Lusaka to Durban so I had to flyinto Johannesburg and then transfer to a domestic flight. It wasn’tparticularly taxing, but by the time I finally landed at the Durbanairport I was glad someone was there to meet me. Little did I know thenthat she would end up being my wife in a few months.Heidi was slim with firm boobs and a tight ass. Not classically beautifulbut very attractive and sexy in an untamed way. She had the same look asa young Ulrika Jonsson, but lacking the polish which I would help herachieve later in life. Heidi looked like a free spirit; in her mid-thirties, blonde, deeply tanned and dressed like she had just come infrom the bush with tan trousers, a loose t-shirt and boots that were madefor hill walking, not strutting down a fashion runway. I could tell onfirst sight that she would look like an entirely different woman in ashort skirt and high heels. By chance she had just arrived that day on atwo week break from her job at an upmarket safari camp near Kruger Parkand had yet to change out of her work clothes and, at that point in herlife, her wardrobe mainly consisted of jeans and t-shirts. Five yearsdown the line and there’s not a pair of jeans or a t-shirt in her ratherextensive wardrobe.To make a long story short, we hit it off immediately, stayed up allnight long drinking and talking and, just when the sun was coming up shetook off her clothes, walked over to where I was sitting and unzipped mytrousers and gave me the best blow job I had in years. Although that wasonly a few years ago, the time in my life when I could get hard and havean orgasm seem like a distant memory to me now.We spent the following two weeks in bed with each other between longwalks on the beach and nights out at restaurants. Heidi picked up on thefact that I didn’t mind her making most of the decisions while I was withher, which is something she wasn’t used to but seemed to get into.Needless to say, the decisions she did make on my behalf had a lot to dowith going out shopping for clothes for her. I have always had an eye forwomen’s fashion and I spent loads getting her a beautiful, sexy newwardrobe. I think I was the first man that ever tried to spoil her.When it came time to finally say goodbye, Heidi asked if there was afuture for us. When I said there certainly was she asked if I would befaithful to her. I told her I would and asked if she would be faithful tome. She told me the best she could do was try but her willpower often lether down. She then told me that she had a couple of ‘fuckbuddies’ at thesafari lodge but they were married so they didn’t pose a threat to me.According to her, they just came over to her little apartment after work,drank some wine and had sex with her. She said one of them was David, theson of the owner of the lodge, and it was impossible for her to say no tohim as it would threaten her job and the other was, Jimmy, a handsomeranger that she would almost find it impossible to say no to. She told meboth of them were very well endowed. When I asked her if they were largerthan me she just giggled and said most men were far larger than me buttried to reassure me by saying that, although I wasn’t very well endowed,most men with big cocks were arrogant assholes and only cared about sex,not about forming a long-term relationship.I was kind of taken aback but the best I could think was to ask her to beat least honest with me about things. She promised she would and shelived up to her word. After I finally got back to my digs in Lusaka,after a couple of long flights and a dodgy taxi ride over potholed roadsin the pitch black of night, I turned on my phone and got two texts.The first one read: ‘David came over, we talked for a bit, and I wentdown on him. He wanted to fuck me but I felt funny about that’.The second one read: ‘Jimmy came over after he saw David leave andscrewed my brains out. Hope you had a good flight back.’Three months later I proposed to Heidi and she accepted. Of course shehad surmised by then that there would never be any expectations on mypart that she would have to be faithful in our marriage, so it was easyfor her to say yes to my proposal. She admitted that it was very unlikelythat any South African man would marry a woman who was openly cheating onhim and had every intention of cheating on him in the future. Althoughshe felt lucky to have found me I also knew that my acquiescence to herdemands somehow diminished her view of my manliness. She must haveconfided this to her sister, mother and friends and they must have toldtheir husbands and boyfriends about this prior to our marriage becausewhen we did take our final vows I heard a few giggles in the church whenHeidi professed to be faithful during the wedding ceremony.When she got back to the safari lodge after the break we had been on shetold the owner she was going to resign and the staff threw her a party,not quite believing she had found somebody who wanted to marry instead ofjust fucking her on the side. Of course the engagement didn’t stop Jimmyand David fucking her. Every night I would receive a text telling me thatshe had sex with at least one of them. They were just her current lovers.During the years Heidi had worked there she had sex with a number of themen on staff and a lot of them approached her after her engagement andtried to convince her to have one last go with them. During her nightlycalls she assured me that she only was sleeping with two men, even thoughshe was constantly tempted by others. That made me feel that she had agood commitment to our relationship.I had gone back to Lusaka with a chastity device fitted securely on mycock and balls. Heidi found it when she went to an all women’s sex storein an upmarket neighbourhood north of Durban and was thrilled when thesalesgirl told her what it was. It was one of those plastic ones whichactually are very uncomfortable to wear over a long period but I wascommitted to the relationship and gladly let her keep both keys andpromised to not fiddle with it while we were apart. I had to shave myselfbefore I put it on and the urge to scratch myself when my pubic hairstarted growing back in was truly annoying.Despite the fact that she was having affairs with two men at the time shecouldn’t stand the thought of me even getting aroused by another woman inher absence. I ended up wearing it up until the day we were married and Iwill never forget the feeling when it first came off. I felt like avirgin. On our wedding night I don’t think I lasted more than thirtyseconds the three times we made love. It was particularly hard wearing itin the mornings while I was still in Lusaka and Heidi was at the safarilodge and the text would come in the morning telling me how one of herloves had enjoyed her pussy or lips the previous night.Since her notice time was six weeks and our marriage was set for fourweeks away, after we were married she had to return to complete the finaltwo weeks of her contract. The wedding ring did little to deter Jimmy andDavid, who continued to fuck her up until the day she left the lodge. Iguess that was when I officially became a cuckold. She was faithful to mefor about 12 hours after she returned to the game reserve.Five years later we are now based in London and my wife has had over 18relationships ranging from one night stands to three year affairs. Sinceshe was raised in a macho culture she seems only physically attracted todominant men. If you don’t know the type, the guys she likes are married,totally alpha and expect their wives erzurum rus escort to be completely faithful to thembut have no problem having sex with a beta male’s wife, particularly thekind of sex they have with Heidi. Most English women have a big problemgoing down on guys, but Heidi loves sucking cocks and she always fallsfor the kind of guys who love to see her on her knees servicing them.I don’t know how we reached the point in our relationship where it wasjust unfathomable that Heidi and I would ever have sex. I just sensed Iwas never going to match up to her more assertive lovers and she knew ourrelationship would be better if she took the sex out of the equation andmade some major changes in our relationship. She still got insanelyjealous if I even looked another woman and this upset me as much as itdid her. She wanted her freedom to have other lovers but she didn’t wantto worry about her wealthy husband straying. When she suggested asolution to this problem I wasn’t as shocked as one would suspect whenshe told me what she wanted to have done. I just thanked her for notsuggesting I wear a chastity device again. I didn’t want to go back tothat.It helps me that I have an understanding doctor who is, in her own way, afeminist who believes my marriage is an ideal model which should beembraced by more couples. Helen is also my wife’s doctor and friend andoften goes out with her at night. I know they have gotten up to some wildthings together. Heidi obviously confided to her about our relationshipand her other relationships and I guess they both concluded that somesort of medical solution would be best for me. To be honest, my marriagewouldn’t work without the help that Helen has provided me. The treatmentshe has tailored for me has allowed me to be happy in a situation manymen would consider to be intolerable. She is also a sounding board for meand I can confide in her about my insecurities and I can tell she enjoysher role in changing our marriage for the better. Equally important, sheis there to make sure my wife is healthy and doesn’t contract any sexualinfections, which is important considering how promiscuous she is.Every three months I am given a shot of Depo-Provera which eliminatesalmost all of my sex drive and even controls my fantasies and helps makemy marriage work better. If you don’t know about this wonder d**g, youshould look it up. It is an effective form of chemical castration that isreversible. It is the ideal treatment for a committed cuckold as it takesaway a man’s sexual drive whilst it also serves to eliminate any guiltthe wife might have for denying her husband sex over the long-termbecause the husband largely forgets about the subject entirely. It isalso a hell of a lot more comfortable than wearing a chastity device. Ifound the one Heidi bought for me whilst I was alone in Lusaka wasconstantly twisting and pinching my skin. After three weeks of wearing itI was fed up and threw it away. The d**gs assure that I can no longerhave an erection. After a few years of treatment, on the downside, I havenoticed that my prick and balls have visibly shrunk, not that it matterstremendously. If I even attempted to put on a chastity device now itwould just fall off. I don’t think they make them small enough to fit mein my current state. I also attend the surgery every Friday morning foroestrogen treatment which normally wrecks my weekend and confuses meuntil at least Monday. I find it impossible to go out of the house onSaturday and Sunday, but I use the time to clean and do the laundry forthe week. The oestrogen does give me hot flashes which I am told aresimilar to what a woman has when she goes through menopause. After all,getting a large dose of female hormones and then trying to pretend youare a normal man is disconcerting to say the least.For any man considering this it requires a lot of discipline not to puton weight. The perfect balance of oestrogen should bring about somefeminine feelings without visibly swelling the breasts. Helen has workedout the perfect weekly dose for me. Coupled with exercise and a good dietI have kept a trim figure although my breasts are sensitive and slightlylarger and my nipples are very prominent but still small enough where Idon’t have to face the embarrassment of wearing a bra. I have found thatmy hair on top my head is thicker after going on the hormones and thereare other subtle changes in my body and psyche. I am more emotional andprone to crying if I get upset.It’s a strange experience taking female hormones in the doses that Helenhas prescribed for me. It’s not only the mental experience, which isactually quite pleasurable. I have watched my body change physically overthe course of the last few years. It’s nothing dramatic but my hips havefilled out and are more feminine and my waist is smaller. My breasts arenow the most sensitive part of my body and I will often find myselftouching and fondling my prominent nipples absentmindedly, particularlyin the morning when the hormonal rushes are the greatest. I can’t wearany rough cotton shirts anymore as I find that they irritate my breaststoo much, so I wear softer tops now. I have thrown out all my boxershorts as I prefer tight knickers which keep my shrunken cock and ballstightly in place and have a more feminine look. I have found that thePlaytex elastic knickers which are almost like a panty girdle work bestand I have dozens of pairs in different colours. One of the biggestchanges in my life is actually quite minor. I no longer feel confidentpeeing in a men’s urinal. First of all, the last thing I want is forsomeone to glance over and see me holding a tiny prick but, moreimportantly, my cock is a little too small to hold and aim properly, so Iprefer to use the stall and pee like a woman. I often get shocked looksfrom men when I go into a public lavatory. I guess in many ways I lookmore feminine now than masculine and the other guys just assume I am awoman who opened the wrong door.I gave up shopping for men’s clothes over two years ago. I now prefer thewomen’s department at M&S. I typically wear tight leggings and casualyoga style tops and I wear feminine flats. Shoes are what I do sometimesspoil myself with. Thankfully I am thin and not too tall. Both Heidi andI wear a UK clothes size eight, so she can sometimes slip on somethingfrom my wardrobe. My feet are a women’s UK size six. I prefer subtledark colours. My figure has always been slim but now I have a moredefined waist and a more pronounced bum.Helen and I have discussed the reaction I get when I go out shopping.It’s strange all of a sudden getting men’s attention and it is notentirely unflattering. Heidi and I share the same hairdresser and, at hersuggestion, I have had blonde streaks put in my hair and had it cut in ashort pageboy fashion. I don’t wear jewellery except for the dainty goldheart necklace that Heidi gave me for my 35th birthday last year.I do fantasise about skirts and heels and getting manicures but thatseems to be a line I don’t want to cross in real life now. I prefer thegender neutral look I have right now. I don’t wear perfume and Icertainly don’t wear any makeup, although I do pluck my eyebrows.Helen just says I should go with the flow and dress like I want to dressand not worry about what anybody else thinks. That works to some extentbut when men see me with just a top and leggings on they can see that Idon’t have any breasts and I get a lot of confused glances. She says thatis an issue we can work on in the future which sort of implies that shethinks it would be healthier if I got implants. At her insistence andwith Heidi’s consent, I did have the dreaded Adam’s apple removed a yearand a half ago. I’m not sure I am ready to have a pair of boobs yet.My voice has also moved up a few octaves. It helps that I never had adeep masculine voice. Now, when I hear myself speaking I sound verygender neutral but more feminine erzurum rus escort bayan than masculine. I haven’t consciouslydeveloped any feminine traits; I just do what is natural to me. My skinis much healthier with the hormones and I no longer have to shave. I justwax every week. I do keep my legs and underarms smoothly shaven and Ikeep my nether regions equally smooth. I do paint my toenails and keep myfeet in good shape but I would never paint my fingernails.I have a small nose and full lips and I think I look pretty when I seemyself in the mirror. If I am being really honest with myself, I lookmore attractive as a woman than I ever did as a man. My face just seemsto work in a feminine sense more than a masculine one. I also have thecheekbones which make a feminine face attractive. If you want an idea ofhow I look now think of a slightly more petite version of the BBCpresenter Fiona Bruce with blonde streaks in her hair and a slightly moreupturned nose.Some of my personal foibles, which have not changed since I began thehormone treatment, were always more feminine in nature than masculine. Ilike playing with my hair, I have never crossed my legs like a man doesand I have never had that male swagger when I walk. I’ve always beencomplimented on my smile but never more so than since I have been on theoestrogen treatment. My legs look quite good compared to most otherwomen. My calves are well defined and I have nice firm thighs. I havetried on high heels a few times at M&S and the shop girls always tell meI look great in them. I didn’t feel clumsy wearing them either. I foundit perfectly natural to walk in them but I don’t know what they would belike for long distances. I do have a couple of short heels which Isometimes wear out and there are a pair of high heel black patent leathershoes I have been fantasising about but they wouldn’t really look goodunless I took the plunge and started wearing skirts.Psychologically the change has been greater. I am much more submissive inmy relationship with my wife and much more eager to please her. Eventhough she can be a selfish demanding bitch sometimes, I understand hermoods more because I have the same feminine hormones running through mybody, albeit without the same sexual urges she has. I am much moreattuned to her feelings when she is approaching her period and getsparticularly irritated with me. It makes me happy when she has had sexwith one of her lovers because she always has that warm glow afterwards.That’s when we are happiest together.To some extent, the oestrogen treatment is strangely addictive. I enjoythe hot flashes and the confusion I feel the next few days and I love thefeminine rushes that sometimes make me perspire. I do get those once ortwice a day. The only problem is that there is a letdown when thehormones wear off later in the week and my male testosterone begins tobalance the female hormones out. Then I just feel a bit flat and getprone to depression. I have talked with Helen about this and she isconsidering whether or not to provide me with two doses a week, althoughthey would initially be weaker but would have a more cumulative effect.Unfortunately that would take away the rush I get on the weekends, whichis the part I am addicted to.Heidi is quite happy that I am submissive and feminised. Whilst she hasan active sex life I take care of all the bills, the cleaning (includingchanging the cum stained sheets after her lovers leave) and cooking andbuying her clothes, making sure that she has a supply of hold-upstockings and lingerie. I do sometimes develop an underlying resentmentat my situation. After all, what man gets married and ends up medicallycastrated while his wife enjoys her sexual freedom?Thankfully I don’t have to go to an office every day. I can make a quitedecent living doing my creative work from home. I don’t have to have amasculine wardrobe to match my feminine one and I can spend the morningworking in my dressing gown until I shower and put on something nice towear outside.It has been over three years since Heidi has had sex with me and on acertain level I miss it. I know it’s just not in her realm ofpossibilities and it’s something she flat out refuses to discuss. Infact, it is as if she doesn’t account for any sexual desire I may havehad and now considers me sort of a neuter, if that makes sense at all. Tobe honest, with the regular d**gs I take, I have been more than neuteredbut there are still underlying masculine urges I have, although they arevery rare and only manifest themselves a few days before my weeklyhormone shot. It may seem trivial but what most bothers me is that shehas two large dildos on her bedside table that she uses to get herselfoff. Both of them are twice as large as my prick was back in the dayswhen I could get hard. It is humiliating to see them when I make the bedin the morning. I often find them s**ttered under the duvet and coveredwith her dried pussy juices. It’s as if she is making a statement that mycock was never enough for her and she always needed one bigger. Thanks toHelen and the oestrogen treatment my cock is now barely big enough tohold between two fingers and my balls are the size of marbles and thememories of when it was five inches and hard are too distant to recall.In fact, I have developed something of a distaste for my ‘equipment’ andsometimes fantasise about being totally smooth down there.It’s not as if all of Heidi’s lovers are superbly handsome, fit and rich.One of her recent conquests, Rob, is anything but a knock out. Granted,he is another married alpha male with an uptight wife who has probablynever given a man a blowjob in her entire life. But he feels more thanentitled to have a lover like Heidi on the side. I would consider myselfto have been a better looking man before I began the hormone treatment,although, according to Heidi, he possesses a huge cock and the ability touse it to drive her crazy. He also has that inherent confidence that Ialways lacked. In one instance he came over to our house to watch atelevision show and, whilst Heidi was on the sofa next to him, he tookher hand and placed it over his cock and had her play with him during theentire television program while I was in the same room. After the programended she slid down in front of him, unzipped his trousers and proceededto suck his cock. She begged him to fuck her but he refused, although hedid finally cum in her mouth. Then he got up and left without thankingher. I also find Rob secretly sneaking glances at me, which makes me feelvery uncomfortable. The last thing our marriage needs is for one ofHeidi’s lovers to be attracted to me. Of course I find it flattering andit does make me blush but if Heidi had an inkling that Rob had a thingfor me there would be hell to pay. One of the strangest things I have hadto get used to in my new life is being looked at like a sex object byother men. Obviously Rob knows I am genetically a man but still seems tobe attracted to the feminine me. Since Helen has started the Depo-Proveratreatment on me my sex drive has been wiped out, but there is still somesort of desire I have to be thought of in a sexual way and perhapssomeday to satisfy someone needs. I think the oestrogen treatment alsobrings out my submissive side in a massive way. To be honest, I dosometimes have a **** fantasy, not as the perpetrator of the crime, butas the victim. I feel like I am no longer in the dominant gender ofsociety and now have joined submissive half. So, when I catch men likeRob giving me a leering glance I don’t think of anything sexual as such.I dream of bending to their superior will and providing, not just whatthey want, but what they deserve.The sex life Heidi and I once enjoyed long ago is now a closed subject weno longer really talk about. It is sort of like she never acknowledgesthat I was ever anything unlike the person I am now. Meanwhile Heidi haschanged dramatically. rus escort erzurum Since she relocated to London with me she hastransformed herself from a sweet innocent looking blonde South Africanwoman to a very sexily clad high heeled woman with a certain reputation.She is inherently indiscrete. As a result she was barred from the localpub because two men got in a fight over who would take her home, she hashad irate wives threaten her and she has had lovers who have filmed herand posted the videos online.It’s only because of the videos that I know that she now shaves her pussyand has a tattoo on her ass (it’s quite pretty but I suspect it is anowner’s mark). I never suspected she was into anal sex until I saw her inanother video and heard her moans of pleasure.What irks me most is the lack of respect some of her lovers have towardsme. They act as if they are doing me a favour by fucking my wife. I havebeen woken up in the middle of the night to answer phone calls from mendemanding they speak to my wife and even had the occasional 2:00 am knockon the door from a lover who wants a quick screw (she never turns themdown). She currently has three lovers, all of them married. I am stillthe one that wines and dines her, as her lovers don’t want to be seen inpublic with Heidi, mainly because of her somewhat dubious reputation andalso because they know it isn’t necessary to spend any money on herbecause the sex comes with no strings attached. The problem is that whenI do take her out I am often not the one she goes home with. Thathappened again last week when I took her out for drinks and a handsomeyounger guy picked her up and took her home and screwed her brains out.There was one instance when her lover, Alex, took her out but that was toa swing club. She claims she has no recollection of what happened andthinks she only made love to Alex once in front of a crowd, althoughknowing how Heidi gets when she has had too much wine, I very much doubtthat.Heidi was gone from a wayward wife to a full scale cuckoldress. She hasall the traits now: spoiled, sulky and truculent until, of course, shehas a real man’s cock in her hands. That’s when her face lights up andshe knows what her role life is.To be honest, I haven’t seen my wife in person without her clothes on forover three years. The only chance I have to see her nude is in the videosand pictures her lovers take of her. She sometimes shares these with meif I buy her something nice or do something special for her.I would like her to be a bit more understanding of my current situation.It seems like the days after I have my oestrogen treatment she doesn’tunderstand what sort of emotions are running through my body or that I amhaving hot flashes throughout the day. She can be hypercritical and getangry about how the house is looking or the state of her wardrobe or eventhe meals I serve her. The only person that I can be totally honest withis my doctor, Helen, but she seems to think just upping the dose ofoestrogen I receive every week will cure everything.I know Heidi is happy that I am more like a sister to her now than ahusband. She does confide in me sometimes about her lovers and I do liketo hear about her sexual exploits. She now calls me Chrissie instead ofChris and she constantly teases me about how that rhymes with sissy. Thisdoes upset me sometimes because I never set out to become a sissy anddon’t consider myself one. I may have a lot more feminine traits now thanmasculine ones but I just think I am who I am. It is true that when I amout I am seldom taken for a man. Except for the breasts, I think I dolook like a rather attractive woman now and I am proud of that. In fact,what really infuriates Heidi sometimes is that, when we do go out, I willsometimes get more attention than she does, although I put that down tothe fact that Heidi can look a little slutty sometimes with the shortskirts and high heels whereas I look a little more refined. It depends onwhere we are. If we are in a pub that is a pick up joint, she gets allthe attention but, if we are going to a concert or a play, I will get atleast as many glances from men as her.I guess the event that most changed the dynamics of our relationshiphappened this week when I came home early and found Heidi on the livingroom sofa giving head to her lover Alex. She barely looked up at me as Ientered the room and, not knowing what to do, I just stood awkwardly inthe centre of the room for what seemed like an eternity. Alex hadn’ttaken his clothes off but had just unzipped and lowered his trousersgiving Heidi access to his rather large cock. He looked a bit annoyed atmy presence at first but then simply snapped his fingers and told me tomake myself useful by sucking his balls while Heidi concentrated on thehead of his cock. I was hesitant at first but I did drop to my knees infront of his parted legs and took his balls in my mouth and gently suckedthem. That was the first time I participated in a homosexual act,although given that I am on hormones, I don’t know if it was a homosexualact or not. I was surprised how smooth his testicles were and how Icould fit both of them in my mouth. It was a thoroughly pleasantsensation and I hope Alex enjoyed it as much as I did. I made sure I wasgentle as I licked and lovingly sucked his ball sack and I could feelthem contract in my mouth when he came. Heidi briefly looked at me and,for the first time in a few days she seemed genuinely pleased with me andstarted to vigorously go down on his shaft until he moaned and explodedin her mouth. She looked beautiful and very happy when his cum still onher lips.I’m glad we finally did something sexual together as a couple after somany years. The experience made me feel closer to Heidi and I think shefelt the same way. For the first time in months she kissed me and let metaste Alex’s warm cum. Of course Alex, being the arrogant alpha-male jerkhe is, just gave me a smirk as he zipped up his trousers, patted Heidi onthe head like she was his pet dog and made his way to the door withouteven a thank you, but I have the feeling he will be back soon and expectmore of the same from both Heidi and I.That evening Heidi asked Helen to come over and have dinner. While I wasin the kitchen cooking Heidi told Helen about the events of the pastafternoon and Helen came into the kitchen and hugged me and congratulatedme for finally ‘earning my stripes’. During the dinner they discussedtheir travel plans. They are taking off next week for seven days in Ibizawhere they plan to party the night away. They usually go off together forweek long breaks twice a year and come back tanned, laughing andcomparing notes about the men they slept with. Heidi did bring up thefact that there will be a couple of highly sexed men who will be missingher while she is gone and asked me if it was alright to give them mymobile phone number. I was sort of shocked that she would consider doingthat and more shocked by the fact that the alpha males in question wouldeven consider having me as their sexual partner. She assured that she hadtalked to Alex, Rob, Tony and, her latest lover, Guy, and, to a man, theysaid they would fuck me in a heartbeat. She also reminded me that just afew hours ago I was licking Alex’s testicles like a little slut. Thatmade me blush a deep crimson but it also gave me a thrill that her loversfound me sexually alluring in my new persona. So, just like I did fiveyears ago, when I was still a real man, and said it was fine for Heidi tocontinue screwing her two lovers while we were engaged, I once againacquiesced and told my wife I would take care of her lovers while she wasoff on holiday.Before Helen left that evening she reached into her handbag and pulledout one of those paper sacks that Boots puts prescriptions in. When shewent out the door I opened the bag and found two tubes of lube and twodozen condoms. I guess Helen knew all the time what future my wifeplanned for me. Perhaps after the end of next week I will talk to herabout that boob job but before I do I am going to buy those black patentleather heels and a couple of skirts and dresses. If I am going to getused sexually like a fuck toy by a few alpha males in my wife’s absence Iwant to look the part of the beautiful and sexy woman I have finallyaccepted that I am.