Communication breakdown

I took my wife for granted. I was working a lot, traveling for that work, and yes, I slept with quite a few secretaries. I only did it when I was out of town, at actual meetings. I figured no one would catch me if I did that.

I wasn't counting on that last secretary. She kept receipts. Even filmed us. I was so careful with everyone else. All of a sudden my world came crashing down. Or I thought it did.

My wife didn't leave me. She didn't scream or shout. She was quiet and disappointed, but I was allowed to sleep in bed next to her. Allowed to take her on dates, kiss her, even have sex with her. It was nice. Beyond nice. It was like it made us stronger. I never slept with another person. I should have kept my guard up.

She said I deserved a day at home alone. She made me breakfast, ran a bath, put a suit bag on the door but told me not to open it until I got out of the bath. I was more than happy to follow orders. Then she left the house.

I slid into the bath and I don't remember much about it. I had to have been in that water for an hour. The bubbles tingled against my skin, but I couldn't open my eyes or move my limbs. I finally got out and something felt weird, but I managed to get the suit bag open and get dressed with my eyes closed. Opening them revealed what my wife had done.

She made me into a bimbo. A slut. A horny bitch who needed to be fucked. Just keeping all of my memories of being a guy.

It didn't feel wrong. My body felt flexible and limber in ways that I have never experienced. I tested my new body out. I started with just exercising an stretching. It was very hard to do with my tits bouncing so hard.

My wife must have known how my body would turn out, or she just made a perfect guess, because my clothes fit me perfectly. I went back into the suit bag, finding a bra to wear with my shorts. Something to control my breasts. I had never taken my wife's off her, so I don't know how I knew exactly how it worked.

Maybe something got downloaded into my brain with whatever changed my body.

I moved out into the bedroom and started moving more. Being able to spread my legs in weird ways was a new experience. A good one. An exciting one.

I could feel myself getting wet. I hadn't realised until that moment that I didn't have a cock anymore. Instead I had a tight new pussy. I pushed my fingers inside myself, just two to start, and I suddenly knew why my wife loved this so much. It felt like fireworks exploding in my brain.

I don't know how long I lay there, just teasing my pussy until I found my clit which was another explosion of pleasure. I got lost in rubbing and fingering, teasing and trying to fuck myself as hard as I could.

That's why I didn't hear the door open until it was too late.

My wife caught me having far too much fun with my new body. At least, in her opinion I was. She told me to stop and I felt a desperate need to obey her.

Clearly there was more to whatever she did to me than simply making me a slut.

She ordered me to get on my knees and gave my something to tie my hair up with. I did I easily, so I knew my instincts had become entirely female. On my knees I watched her walk around to prepare something.

She walked over to me with a bunch of paperwork, showing that it was basically me signing away all of my rights and property. Only them did she let me know she wasn't as forgiving as I had hoped.

I had to obey her, so I signed the papers, giving her total control of me. I think I would have signed even if I wasn't being forced to. Especially if I knew she was going to strip straight after, like she did.

She bent over the bed and ordered me to eat her out until she came. I was so happy to do it. I buried my face between her legs licking her from behind, sucking on her clit, and bringing her to an orgasm that I had never seen before. That's when I found out she had faked a lot more than just forgiveness with me.

After that night she treated me as a slave, but even when she did give me freedom to speak, I never complained. She'd dress me I ridiculous outfits, let her friends or my former coworkers come and use me, and I never said a word.

I knew I deserved it. Deserving it wasn't really what stopped me from complaining.

I loved it. I loved my new body. I loved being her slut. I loved being a toy she could rent out. I wasn't trying to ruin her fun or her revenge. We both realised that I was missing something in my life. She was giving it to me on her terms.

At a party she dressed me upas a sexy bunny and left me by the bath where I'd been transformed. She said it was my last test. I didn't ask for what. I did as commanded.

I sat by the bath, waiting for people to come use me. No one came. I heard the party downstairs, but I thought she'd forgotten about me. I spent hours alone and that did make me sad. I thought that was my punishment. I enjoyed my new life too much.

I didn't know what time it was when the party ended. I figured I'd be left there until the morning but she walked in. Wearing next to nothing, with the thickest, longest strapon I'd seen around her waist.

She pointed out it was my birthday. She wasn't going to punish me on such a special day. She grabbed me by the hair and pushed me over the bath, then fucked me so hard I'm sure the neighbours down the street heard my screams.

It was the best.

After that night things calmed down. I didn't have as many visitors. Or clients as my wife started calling them when she ended up charging them for time with me. She started buying me gifts. Toys, clothes, jewellery.

It took another couple of months before she revealed that one of the papers I signed that first night in my new body was divorce papers. I didn't know we weren't married in that whole time.

My wife wanted to fix that. She organised a small but lovely ceremony, bought me a beautiful white dress, and then we got remarried. I walked down the aisle past a number of the people she'd let fuck me. Not a single one made a joke about me being a bimbo slut until recently. It was just a lovely day.

Since then, not much changed. My wife still rents me out, but now she does it with a kiss instead of a spank. She fucks me harder and rougher than anyone else, which I love. We go on dates and stuff all the time as two hot sexy sluts.

And if I ever want a night where I give up all control, I put on my wedding lingerie and let her use me in any way she wants. Cheating was not the right move. Being her happy, slutty bitch should have been my first choice.