My Wife’s Transformation 2
October 15, 2011 – 12:50 pmC h a p t e r T w o
In our over 20 years of marriage, my wife has always been a successful businesswoman. Thanks to her, we are fairly well off. In the past, she has been involved in a number of business ventures and it seems that everything she touches turns to gold. About 3 months ago she informed me that she was about to embark on a new business venture. She had decided to form a partnership with another businesswoman. She said that chances were good they would make millions in the first year.
When I asked her what kind of business she was going into, she wouldn’t elaborate. She did tell me that her schedule would be very hectic. “I’ll be working Mon.-Thurs. from 7AM until after midnight,” she said. “Fri.,Sat.and Sun. are my days off. Naturally, I will need to hire a maid. I’ve looked into it and can’t BELIEVE how much money a maid makes a year. I refuse to pay a maid $50 grand a year, so I’ve decided that YOU will be the maid! After all,you only make $15 grand per yr. at your menial job, so I can save 35 grand a yr. right off the top. Besides, I’m reluctant to give a total stranger access to my home,”
Well,of course I protested! Yeah,I didn’t make much money but I loved my job. My wife wouldn’t hear it. “Tomorrow,you will give your 2 week notice,PERIOD,” she insisted. So I did as I was told and 2 weeks later I started my new job as her ‘maid’. The first week on her new job was tough for both of us. I had to get up before 5AM and lay her clothes out, fix her a lite breakfast, then see her off. She composed a list of chores that kept me busy throughout the day. At around 1AM she returned home and I had to draw her bath, brew her tea and see her off to bed.
The next day was more of the same. By Fri. she was exhausted and slept most of the day. On Sat. afternoon she had a visitor. Linda was her business partner and what a foxy little thing she was; about 30 years old,petite and dressed to kill. She was blonde with bedroom eyes, a come hither smile and HUGE TITS! They retired to the living room and proceeded to talk business. I was cleaning the kitchen and caught bits and pieces of their conversation. As I eavesdropped, I realized the nature of their business. I was shocked to discover that they actually sold ADULT MERCHANDISE. That’s right. My sexually repressed wife was peddling porno. Videos,lotions,magazines,adult toys,lingerie, you name it.
I couldn’t BELIEVE IT! I then heard Linda ask my wife, “Listen honey, can I ask you a personal question?” “Ok,” my wife answered. “Honey,you are such a beautiful girl. Why the horn rimmed glasses?” “Why the frumpy,baggy clothes?” “Well,I,” my wife stammered. “I just,” “Look,” Linda said. “I’m not trying to hurt your feelings but our appearance is a reflection of our business. We are sexy women selling sexy products. Just yesterday for example, I met with a wealthy,potential investor. I arrived at his office in a rather revealing outfit, showing lots of leg and even more cleavage.
The second he laid eyes on me,I knew it was all over. He was putty in my hands. After an hour of him ogling me and me teasing him, he signed a HUGE deal with us! “Hmmm,”…said my wife,”that seems so…… sexist,” “WAKE UP,GIRL” laughed Linda.”Making the deal is THE most important thing in business. Results are the bottom line and YOU KNOW IT!! You must learn to use EVERY tool available to you.My advice to you honey is,if you’ve got it flaunt it and believe me,you most certainly HAVE it!
My wife thought about it for a while and finally said, “you know something Linda, you are RIGHT! The deal MUST be made!” I couldn’t believe my ears. My wife was agreeing with Linda. “I’m so glad you understand, sweetheart,” Linda said and hugged my wife, kissing her on the cheek. “Now then, honey,” Linda purred seductively. “Let’s go shopping for your sexy new wardrobe. Afterwards, I’m treating you to a complete make-over at my salon.” “Ok” said my wife and off they went. How ironic. I thought, that in over 20 yrs. of marriage, I never DID get my wife into sexy clothes. Then this bombshell shows up and suddenly they’re out shopping for a hot new wardrobe for my wife.
The women were gone several hours and when they returned, I couldn’t believe what I saw! This truly was a COMPLETE make-over. My wife looked radiant! Gone were the clunky glasses. It was obvious that a professional had done her make-up, she looked like a model. And her hair! In the past,she always wore her long straight brown hair pulled back tightly in a bun. She was now sporting a page-boy cut that suited her perfectly. She was STUNNING! The women were carrying loads of boxes and bags which contained my wife’s sexy new clothes.
“This calls for a celebration,” Linda announced. “Honey, why don’t you put on one of your pretty new dresses and we’ll go out to a club to celebrate the new you?” They went into the bedroom and when they came out, my wife had on this short, tight,green dress, nylon stockings and high heels. She looked RAVISHING! I had never seen her look more beautiful. They went out the door laughing and giggling like a couple of schoolgirls. Over the next month my wife developed a routine, working Mon.- Thurs. and on Fri. and Sat. night going to the club with Linda. I began noticing major changes in her. She started wearing lingerie around the house on her days off. She now always wore make-up and would primp and preen all day long. She began drinking expensive wine and would often come home from the club rather buzzed. She also began doing something that COMPLETELY blew my mind! She started smoking! Now,I have always had a major smoking fetish. Seeing a pretty woman smoking is a huge turn-on for me. When we were first married, I once asked her to smoke for me, explaining what a turn-on it was. She refused, saying my request was the weirdest thing she’d ever heard. Now on her days off, she lounges around the house looking like a model from Victorias Secret, smoking seductively and driving me wild with desire. I had a hard time taking my eyes off of her. She would often catch me looking her over and demand that I quit staring. She spent more and more time sitting at her vanity, playing with her make-up and trying different looks. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore.I had to make love to this lovely creature, my wife! I decided to make my move. It was a Thurs. and a holiday, so she had an extra-long weekend ahead. I spent most of the day trying to get my courage up. After all I told myself, I AM her husband. That evening, she was in her room getting ready to go out to the club with Linda. When she emerged, she looked so good that I almost fainted! She wore this tight, red mini dress with matching heels and a little red purse to carry her cigarettes. Her red lips and nails also matched her dress. I just stood there and stared, my eyes wide as saucers. She ignored me, lighting a cigarette. I took a deep breath and approached her. “My darling,” I began, “never in all our years of marriage have I seen you look more beautiful than you do right now. Your beauty overwhelms me!”
She just stared blankly at me. I continued, “I love you so much and have never wanted you more than I do at this moment. Please my dear, don’t go to the club tonight.” I pleaded, “Stay home with me, I want to make love to you so badly”. Well,she looked directly at me, took a long draw from her Virginia Slims 120 and blew a big cloud of smoke right in my face. I began coughing and hacking, my eyes burning. She then reached out with the same hand she was holding her cigarette in and with her long red nail, repeatedly poked my fat stomach. “I don’t THINK SO”, she said in a mocking tone. “Darling please”, I begged and tried to put my arms around her and kiss her. “STOP IT” she yelled,pushing me away. “You are going to RUIN my make-up”!”
At that moment,Linda pulled into the driveway. My wife put out her cigarette, grabbed her little red purse and walked out the door; not even saying goodbye. Feeling rejected and neglected, I tried to watch TV but my mind was reeling. I could close my eyes and still see the beautiful vision of my wife in that tight red dress.I was so frustrated and hadn’t a clue as to what to do about it. I finally just went to bed.
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