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The Perfect Husband
My name is David and I'm writing this as a testimony to how a man can
change. I was a typical man two years ago, with a pretty wife named
Cathy, a great job in real estate, a house you would probably envy and
good looks that meant I could pretty much have any woman I wanted --
which I did, even after I was married.
Now Cathy suspected I slept around (calling them affairs would make them
sound more important to me than they were), but she basically towed the
line like I thought she should have. When she even hinted around the
subject, I would just lose my temper and sometimes give her the back of
my hand. I never used my fist, because that would have left a mark. I
was a heavy weight wrestler in college, so usually just towering over
her was enough.
My life did have some some drawbacks. Cathy and I would often hang out
with people we'd known from college, Jake and Mandy. Mandy was okay,
though I'd flirted with her sometimes, and she never gave into my
charms. Jake was a bit of a wuss, and we usually just stood around
making lame conversation when we had to be together. He knew squat about
football, and only drank wine, but I blame it on his upbringing. He was
born with a silver spoon up his butt, and I guess some guys can't get
past that.
I suppose my change started in May a couple years ago. I remember I'd
just finished enjoying my new great home theater system. Cathy had paid
for it as an anniversary gift. It was extremely complicated. So much so
that we had to have a pro install it. There were switches and boxes that
I didn't even understand, but Cathy was an expert at working it. She
would make adjustments before I'd settle down to watch a ballgame or
something. The screen was a 50 inch LCD, and the surround sound would
knock you on your ass.
Anyway, Mandy and Jake had come over for a barbeque, and I remember two
things. First, Mandy, who was hot, seemed, well, intimidating. She
immediately came over to me and punched me on my arm, and asked me how
it was going. It hurt. She asked if I was being good to Cathy, and her
words seemed to burn. The second thing was Jake. I told you he was a
wuss, but for once I was glad to see him. My whole day seemed to
brighten. He had this natural glow, and was so well spoken. Very blue
eyes. More blue than Mandy's. So I had this fear of Mandy, and this
appreciation of Jake. Mandy started on her cheryl_anderson22180:
feminist crap after we ate, and for the first time I really listened to
her. Women's key role in society, oh, and the unfair of oppression of
gays and lesbians, for which our minister was a prime offender. I found
myself agreeing with her. Who can argue with that, really?
Anyway, about a month later I saw Jake again at a foundation function.
His daddy made millions in commercial development, so I managed to get
on the board of the foundation in hopes of getting some business. Jake
looked great. His hair was lighter, and he was even more slender. He
wore this tailored shirt and snug slacks. I have to admit I found myself
staring at him at the meeting. The way he crossed his legs at the knees,
the way he held his hands. For some reason I had these flashes of Jake
in my mind appearing on my big screen TV, with the words "cute,"
"desireable," and "perfect wife" flashing quickly before my eyes.
I thought it was sick. I mean, I'm no fag. I immediately went home and
had sex with Cathy hard. She was sniveling after, but I made her make me
dinner anyway.
Then in July I saw Mandy and Jake again at a church picnic. Mandy now
frightened me, and she almost lectured me about how to treat Cathy --
and all women -- with respect. "You have to change your ways, David. You
are far from the perfect husband." Normally I wouldn't have taken that,
but I just sat and listened. Again, her words kind of burned in my soul.
I realized if I didn't treat Cathy, and all women, better, I'd have to
answer to Mandy. Jake was radiant. He wore white shorts that hugged is
now round ass, and I could see his panty lines through them. His nipples
even poked through his pink polo shirt a bit. My mouth watered, though
at the time I thought it was just the smell of steak. I thought of poor
Jake living with his overbearing wife, and my heart went out to him. His
hair was down to his shoulders, and a light blonde now. His smooth legs
ended in pink boat shoes. I had a thought of taking it to Cathy when we
went home, but instead I went to my home theater and kind of zoned out.
When it was time for bed, I kissed Cathy on the cheek and rolled over.
The next time I saw Jake was in mid September. I was coming out of the
mall, having bought some attachments for my home gym, and Jake was
coming out. He wore a knee-length denim skirt and pink knit top, and had
immense boobs. He told me they were just breast forms. I almost didn't
recognize him. His lips were plump and his nose was pert. Only his eyes
gave him away. For some reason, it seemed right to me. And given my
newfound respect for women, I was courteous and we talked for an hour.
It turns out we both wanted kids, and our wives resisted the idea. He
told me then about Mandy's and Cathy's plan for the Halloween party --
he was going to go as my wife, and Cathy was going to go as Mandy's wife
-- to shock our church members. I did like Jake, of course, but I
couldn't imagine myself embarrassing myself like that in front of the
community.
Still, the idea grew on me. I swear I saw flashes of Jake and I walking
down the isle together in my dreams. He looked beautiful, though his
breasts were real in my dream, and were practically bursting out of a
strapless, mermaid gown. I kind of fixated on those breasts, and
imagined how totally feminine he was with them. Really a bride any man
would have been proud of. His hair was long and blonde, and his blue
eyes had tears as he looked up at me. I woke up when we were about to
kiss, repulsed by the thought, but I was hard. I woke up Cathy and
pushed against her, but she just told me to go back to sleep. Which I
did, and continued my dream. I was kissing Jake's perfect breasts,
sucking on his huge pink nipples while he stroked my hair and talked
about our kids. My hand reached down and touched his clit, I mean cock,
and this time I woke up in a cold sweat, ready to puke.
The last time I saw him before the Halloween party was again at a board
meeting, and while he was dressed like a guy -- though he now had a
perfect bubble butt that was displayed well in tailored slacks over what
must have been a thong -- I saw him in my mind's eye with those perfect
breasts. I started drooling again, and got instantly hard. I was
stroking myself under the table, and actually came at the thought of
burying my head between those breasts. And for the first time I imagined
him naked. I was seeing him from behind, and his tiny balls wer hanging
under his perfect ass. For an instant I thought of screwing him there,
which brought me to my senses.
So, on the night of the big party I wore the tux I had bought for my
wedding day with Cathy, though now when I thought of that day, I was
again walking down the isle with Jake, who had become Jessica. Pretty
name, Jessica. Cathy and I got there early, and I couldn't wait to see
Jake. I thought I could finally get the image out of my mind of him in a
wedding dress if I actually saw him in a dress. Boy, was I wrong.
He walked into the party, and ... his breasts were real! Just as I
imagined! Perfect and huge and creamy white! They were framed in the
super long blonde hair. I couldn't control myself, literally. I walked
over to Jessica and gave her a long, deep kiss, while the words "perfect
husband, perfect bride, perfect husband, perfect bride" ran over and
over in my head. I knew that we were in love, and that we were meant to
be together. And we were later that night. I came in my honey's perfect
mouth, and then twice in her perfect ass. Creamy white and round and hot
and wonderful. We were married as soon as our divorces became final, and
moved out West because our community didn't understand the special love
we had. I treated her, and all women, from that moment on with the
utmost respect.
We're adopting! So we'll be the perfect family. Perfect wife, perfect
kids, and perfect husband.
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