"My Wife's Transformation"
by John Holmes
C 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.
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"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.
...continues in Chapter Three - click here to continue...
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