Becoming A Slut Wife Jennifer
- 4 years ago
- 23
- 0
Becoming Jennifer free porn video
Becoming Jennifer
By The Princess
I received the shock of my life on the eve of my fortieth birthday.
My name is or rather it was Mark Holms and my life at that time seemed
idyllic. My wife of sixteen years, Jenny, had presented me with three
wonderful sons. Our first boy was Andrew, aged fourteen. Our second lad
was Doug aged twelve and our youngest was Michael aged ten. Jenny was
still lovely at thirty-eight. Her five foot eight inch trim body was all
woman and her looks if anything had improved with the years.
Our marriage was what I would have described as solid. True we were in a
little bit of a rut but it was a comfortable rut. Jenny and I made love
several times a week and even if the old full on passion of our youth was
a memory, our sex life was pleasant and adequate. We rarely fought and if
the truth were told you could say that Jenny wore the pants in our house.
I don't mean that I was wimpy or anything but Jenny mostly had her way in
our home and that was OK by me. I loved her and wanted her to be happy.
Along with my best friend and business partner Steve we owned our own
building firm. Steve and I went to high school together, served our
apprenticeships together, me as a carpenter and him as a plumber in the
same company and it was only natural that we would work together once we
were qualified.
Once we even slept with two girls together in our motel room. Nothing was
out of bounds when we were chasing chicks.
We both started with two utilities. One was our box of tools and the
other was a lot of enthusiasm. For eighteen years we grew the business to
the point where we had twenty full time employees and we no longer worked
with the tools.
Steve and I remained close even to the point of our weekly golf and
tennis games, and our regular night out with the boys enjoying a few well
earned beers. I was a little older than Steve and at five foot eleven to
his five foot ten I was a little taller. Our sporting competitions were
pretty even but when all was taken into consideration my list of wins was
slightly greater than his.
If I had to find fault with Steve it would be that he was a little too
laid back. Nothing much worried him. When I went to night school to learn
business accounting he didn't see the need. He would take a day off
whenever he felt the urge while I was left to square off with whatever
problems came along. Still that was Steve, the good certainly made up for
the bad.
Steve was with me the night Jenny and I met. We were at a pub in the
suburbs back in the days when they supported live music. Steve was pretty
full and we both spotted her. He made some drunken statement about
?bagging' her and approached her with lust in his sodden eyes. Needless
to say she had eyes for me and the rest is history. Steve took it like a
man though and was best man at our wedding.
Steve never married although he sure did have some ?out there' girl
friends. His stories of his conquests were never dull and I would have to
say bordered on the pornographic. Sex sure had changed since my single
days. I could hardly believe what men wanted and what girls were willing
to do these days.
Steve was great with our boys. He loved them like his own. I spent
weekends motorbike riding, fishing, watching football and cricket with my
lads and Steve loved to come with us when his social schedule allowed.
The kids loved him and it was good to have my best buddy there to share a
beer and a joke.
Yep, life was pretty good, gorgeous wife, nice sex life, fantastic kids,
good business and a great best mate.
Now what could possibly go wrong?
I arrived home the night before my fortieth birthday to find the house
empty. At first I was surprised but then I remembered Jenny had taken the
boys to a special screening of a new motorcycle movie at the local
cinema. I cracked a beer and began to wonder what I was getting for my
big four o.
I must confess to being a little snoopy when presents are involved.
That's something that's stayed with me since I was a kid. I quickly
exhausted all the obvious places and found myself looking through Jenny's
underwear drawers. I came upon an envelope of pictures and before I knew
what I was doing I opened it and took a look.
What I saw made me physically ill. I could not believe my eyes. My head
began to spin and I felt myself grow faint.
In my hand was picture after pornographic picture of my wife and my best
friend fucking each other's brains out. They obviously had a remote
control camera as they were in every imaginable position. Steve was doing
her doggy style, missionary, her on top of his huge rod, then her with
that huge member in her mouth and even a shot of Steve spraying her face
with his jism.
Amongst the photographs was a note from Steve to Jenny. It read, "Jenny
my darling you cannot possibly know just how much I am looking forward to
becoming your husband and the father of our child that is forming within
you."
I fell to the floor and began to weep. I had to get away and think. I
could not let them know I was onto them until I formulated a plan and I
was in no fit state to think clearly the way I was at that moment.
I drove back to work. There I showered and freshened up. I had to compose
myself. If I mucked up I could lose my boys and that was the absolute
last thing I wanted. There was nothing I would not do to keep my boys
with me.
To hell with Jenny and to hell with Steve. I did not even care about the
business. My whole focus became hanging onto my boys. I knew lots of men
who through no fault of their own lost custody and because of the courts
sided with the woman lost contact with their children.
I knew guys who were originally given joint custody only to have their ex
wives move to the other side of the country effectively preventing any
contact. I decided that was not going to happen to me. She might wipe me
out financially and Steve might have Jenny but they would not prevent me
from raising my sons.
I calmed down so I started thinking and planning. I knew that I could out
think these two if I kept my cool. For the sake of my boys I was going to
pretend that I didn't know what was going on until my plan was complete
or they forced my hand by revealing their affair.
Pretending not to know what was going on was the hardest thing I'd ever
done. Kissing Jenny made me ill and as for fucking her knowing that
Steve's dick, tongue, fingers and God knows what else had been up there
was pure hell. Still I had to stay cool.
A few weeks after my discovery I came upon an interesting article on the
internet.
Now before I explain to you good readers what this involved I want you to
know a few things. One is that I'd never had a homosexual thought in my
life. Two, I had never wished to be anything other than being a man, and
three, there was nothing I would not do to hang onto my boys and raise
them as a full time parent. Another thing was that I was determined to
make Jenny and Steve pay for their behaviour.
The article told of a very advanced clinic in Sweden. This clinic could
not only change a man into a convincing woman but could make you look
like the person of your choice. They could shorten your stature and make
you into a body double of nearly any one you chose.
I was fascinated. I imagined that if I could become Jenny's double and I
could switch places with her so that I could raise the boys without fear
of having them taken from me. I was not really sure if this was possible
so I emailed the clinic with my very specific questions regarding their
results.
I received a reply requesting that I send my measurements, the
measurements of the person I wished to become, several detailed
photographs of us both and they would be able to tell me if it was indeed
possible.
Their email assured me that changes of up to three inches was possible,
our body shapes were compatible and they would have enough material in my
face to make me a clone of my wife. They did not ask why but did tell me
that the procedure would take approximately seven months and a quarter of
a million dollars. Ouch! Still if my plan worked out I would have all
Jenny and Steve's wealth so as long as I ended up with 250K after
settlement it was doable.
It was time to confront Jenny and Steve with what I knew and they not
only did not deny it but laughed about it to my face. Jenny told me to
leave our house and started divorce proceedings immediately.
As I suspected she ended up with nearly everything and even most of my
share of the business which she gave to Steve which effectively made it
all his. I did manage to get 250K from them as they thought that I wanted
it for a house. In a way I did, our old house as well as Steve's.
The clinic in Sweden had me under a local endocrinologist who ran a heap
of tests and prescribed the correct hormones to give me a head start. I
have to say having a body full of oestrogen made it hard to sit through
the divorce without bursting into tears all the time.
Once things were finalised I flew to Stockholm and settled into the
clinic. My doctor was Hans Sigmund, a lovely man and all the staff and
medical support team were wonderful. They made me feel welcome and
important. They never questioned my motives and their professionalism was
top notch.
I had to give the team the most intimate photographs of Jenny if I wished
to be her body double and thanks to Jenny and Steve's prowess with the
camera there was no shortage of those. Steve must have had the camera
almost inside her vagina. There were lots of shots of her femininity and
her breasts. They would have no trouble getting my vagina and breasts to
match hers.
They explained to me all the procedures I was to undergo. They consisted
of one step vaginoplasty, full facial feminisation and reconstruction,
permanent hair replacement to give me Jenny's hair line, breast
augmentation, liposuction to fine tune my curves and the biggie, removal
of two discs from my spine and one inch from my fibulas and one inch from
my femurs to make me five foot eight just like Jenny.
This last procedure required three months of traction for my skeleton to
heal. This time would not be wasted as it would be used to retrain my
voice to match hers. They assured me with the training, lack of
testicles, heaps of oestrogen and a lot of hard work it would happen.
I was prepared the next morning for my vaginoplasty and went into the
theatre with absolutely no regrets. I was doing this for my boys and
nothing was too great a sacrifice for them.
Six months later I was nearing the end of the treatment. I was having
physiotherapy each day, exercising, practising my cooking, sewing,
talking, singing and dancing. It was hard to break the habit of trying to
lead all the time.
I became proficient at makeup and learned the secrets to dressing well as
a woman. I had always enjoyed watching nicely dressed women and could
never understand why they would choose to wear ugly pants when they could
be in a pretty skirt. I found I enjoyed the freedom and the feel of
skirts so my wonderment only grew.
I was constantly shocked seeing Jenny in my mirror. Doctor Hans did an
outstanding job. Nobody would be able to tell us apart. He had given me
her every mole, blemish and even her small birth mark on my bottom.
It felt strange to be three inches shorter and the hormones had taken my
strength but physical strength was nothing compared to the strength women
had over men in the courts when a marriage finishes. I would choose that
female strength every time.
I began to enjoy my new self. I liked looking nice and now that I was
having excursions outside the clinic enjoyed the attention I was
receiving from men. Having a man hold a door open for me or a man
standing back so I could walk through a door was nice.
One thing I would need experience of before taking my place as Steve's
wife would be as a girl in the bedroom. My succession had to be seamless
and as a former heterosexual man I had to be able to act as a
heterosexual woman. It would be no good to act like a schoolgirl virgin
as my first night as Jenny. I needed a man to practice with and as Steve
was pretty well endowed he would have to be well hung.
From the photos of Steve and Jennifer's fuck sessions I knew that I would
be expected to perform all the female tricks. I could not have Steve
suspecting I was not the real Jenny. If I wanted this thing to work I
would have to be one hot mama in the sack. If this went pear-shaped my
boys would lose two mothers.
Doctor Hans was happy with my healing and after a very thorough
examination he gave me the OK to go home. Over the past six months I'd
grown very fond of him and in a silly school girl way had formed a little
crush on him. I knew who I wanted to break me in.
Europeans are a straight forward bunch and also fairly liberal so I
lobbed it right on him.
"Doctor Hans, it would mean the world to me if you would be the one to
introduce me to the joys of womanhood."
Enough said.
He arranged to pick me up from my room that night and told me to dress
formally. I went out and bought a sexy cocktail dress and some extra
special underwear. He picked me up wearing a dinner suit and he looked
like James Bond. After a lovely dinner, some great dancing and some heavy
moments in his car he took me to his home and showed me things and gave
me thrills I never knew existed.
I focused on my motives for doing this and let myself become Jenny. I
performed fellatio, I took him in my new vagina, I massaged his prick, I
sat on his dick, he French kissed me and I loved it all. I'd been a
hetero guy but it was not hard to enjoy these new tricks and my new
equipment. Perhaps more men should cross over and live the second half of
their lives as women.
In the months recuperating in traction I'd formed my plan. One was that I
had to get rid of Jenny and become her. I could not risk her turning up
and exposing me but I did not have the stuff to kill her or have her
killed. A part of me did believe that she deserved to die for trying to
take my boys from me but I would not go that far.
She had to go, go for good and not come back. She loved being fucked by
my best mate. She showed no loyalty to me, her husband. It dawned on me
in a flash. I made a stop over in Iran on the way home and for an amount
of cash and some information I arranged for Jenny to become a white
slave. If she loved fucking men so much so be it. It was arranged I would
set up the grab and take her place.
I know what you are thinking dear readers and that is that I was taken by
mistake instead of Jenny.
If this were some TG tale on some sleazy transgender story site I would
agree, but as this is a true tale I am going to disappoint you.
What exactly was my plan? For you that have been good enough to come thus
far it is time to reveal all. Steve tried to deprive me of my flesh and
blood. The pain of that is no less than he must experience. He took away
my home and business. That was done using the bias of the courts towards
the female of the marriage.
Jenny had presented Steve with a little girl called Tabitha while I was
busy becoming a woman. I would let him know how it felt to be thrown out
of the family home and separated from his child by his ex wife.
I booked into a motel only one kilometre from our old house. I took care
to wear a wig and dark glasses lest someone should alert Jenny that her
twin sister was in town. I waited for Steve to go to work, the boys were
off to school and I knocked on the door of my former home.
The look on Jenny's face when she saw me remove my wig and glasses was
priceless. I was sure she was going to faint. She sensed something was
very wrong and ran to protect her baby. I removed my mobile phone from my
bag and called in the Iranian slavers.
I was nowhere near as strong as I had been as a man but I had no trouble
subduing Jenny in her state. The slavers showed up and put her in
handcuffs. As previously arranged I had ten minutes to tell her my plan.
Her eyes grew wider with each revelation.
When I was through I asked her if she had any questions or anything to
say. She wanted assurance that the children would be well taken care of.
I assured her I would be every bit as good a mother as she and that I
probably would not be fucking and filming in the master bedroom while the
kids were being neglected.
They took her away and I wished her many happy fuckings through clenched
teeth and who knows she may even enjoy it.
That afternoon I acquainted myself with my new life in my old house. I
tended to Tabitha as if she had sprung from my loins. I loved holding her
and talking to her as a mummy does to her new-born.
The boys arrived home and I thought my heart would burst. It had been
seven months since I'd last seen them and I had to stop myself from
kissing and cuddling them to death. Even as subdued as I could be they
complained I was smothering them. My love for them told me that all this
was definitely worth it. Andrew was now taller than me and it did feel
strange to be smaller and weaker than my fifteen year old son.
Steve arrived home and I had to give him no cause to doubt that I was his
loving wife. I put my arms around his neck and kissed him on the mouth.
His hands went to my bottom and squeezed. I felt myself become a little
aroused. What! I hate this prick and I will destroy him just as he tried
to do to me. But his tongue did taste nice and our kiss lasted way too
long. I justified this by thinking I was being a good actress.
That night Steve gave me the rounds of the bedroom. The man was
insatiable. Even after making me feel like a bottle of clag he tried to
talk me into sucking his cock. I somehow resisted and he let me off the
hook. I have to say that now I was so much smaller than Steve it was very
intimidating to be the woman with an alpha male.
After Steve emptied the contents of his rather large balls into me I
found I had to go to our en suite bathroom. As I sat on the toilet and
held up my nightie I listened to Steve's liquid drip into the water. It
made the whole situation hit home. True I was with my kids but did I
really need to go this far? Time would tell.
I'd decided to wait until I was comfortable being the children's mother
and Steve's wife before instigating my plan to throw him out and separate
him from his daughter. A few weeks went by and I found my need for
revenge shrinking. I was enjoying the kids so much and being part of
their lives again that my anger was dissipating
I found I enjoyed my new life so much more than my old life. Without me
at work Steve had become more responsible and was a good provider for all
of us. I enjoyed housework and our house being clean and tidy was a
source of satisfaction to me.
My children being well turned out made me proud and I simply loved being
called mum by my boys and mummy by little Tabitha.
Time went on and I kept finding excuses for not throwing Steve out. Next
week, next month became next year.
The truth was I loved what he was doing to me in our bed.
I could see why Jenny forsook me for him. The man was one great fuck. One
night he came in my hand, my mouth, my vagina and up my arse. Tell me
girls how many of your husbands can do that?
He was also very good looking. Funny I hadn't noticed that when I was
man. Now that I was a female it was very apparent. Steve was a much
better man than I ever was. I was too hung up on work, I neglected my
wife and my kids. Steve showed a balance I never did as the man of the
house.
I became racked with guilt over what I did to Jenny. Not only did she not
deserve her fate but she showed good judgement in choosing Steve over me.
Fuck me I would choose Steve over me!
I had to set things right. But how?
I knew someone had to go to Iran and try to find her. I couldn't go alone
because women are treated like shit in Arabian society and I would
probably end up in some shitty brothel servicing filthy black Arab cocks
myself. Oh dear God, is that what poor Jenny would be subjected to now?
I had become the stereotypical soccer mum and the devoted wife. I loved
my kids and I loved my husband. Was I prepared to throw all this away to
try to right the wrong I'd committed? If so I would have to confess to
Steve in order to secure his help and risk being physically abused by him
once he discovered what I had done.
I mulled all this over in bed one night and came to a momentous decision.
I slipped down below the sheets, took Steve's penis into my mouth and
gave him the sweetest blowjob of his life. As I swallowed his cum I
thought, "Fuck all that, I'm staying right here."
Am I right royal bitch?
Please let me know.
The end.
Elle
- 12.10.2020
- 19
- 0
