I took the last gulp of my drink as I watched Jessica, formerly John, set the table. Dressed in a blue flare midi dress, her bleach blonde hair runs down to just above where her nipples sit on her perky, boulder-like fake tits. The dress hid nothing, her cleavage was out on display. The bottom of the dress covered just enough to be suggestive. When she bent over to place the cutlery, I could see her bare ass cheeks.
Of course, she was wearing a bright pink G string underneath. No cock cage was necessary, I hadn't made her wear one of those since her balls were removed. Now all that hung between her legs was a useless, tiny shaft that barely resembled a cock it was so small now. Atrophy had taken hold after her surgery. Her waist was tiny, I could almost fit my hands around her stomach in full. Crazy what a cum filled diet and corset training will do to a girl. I admired my work. I had taken a failed desperate man and turned him into the perfect trophy wife, complete with fake blowjob lips and all.
I grab her waist and pull her towards me. She lets out a girly squeal as my hands work down to her ass. Before I can get too excited the doorbell rings. I let go and she springs to her feet, bounding towards the door as she fixes her outfit on the way. This dinner party was a monthly occurrence from a social club that Jessica and I head. It wasn't just any social club though, in order to gain membership you had to fulfill two requirements. You have to be rich and your wife has to have a cock. Those are the club's rules.
Jessica opened the door with a wide, beaming smile. It was two other members and their wives. They walked in, Jessica hugged the women. I took notice of the second woman, Andrew's wife Mikhaela. He recently upgraded her tits, they were close to the size of Jessicas now. I would have to give our surgeon a ring this week to correct that. I'm sure Jessica's back can handle another cup size.
For an hour there was a steady stream of members coming in the door, each greeted by my darling wife. The room was filled with important men and their playthings. I looked around admiring how each man had customized their own wife. Some dressed provocatively, others dressed like more traditional housewives. There was a clear division between cruel owners and reasonable ones. You could tell by the way the wife stood. The ones that kept their eyes to the floor under constant criticism and micromanagement were the worst off. Others smiled and socialised as if they were free women. Thick collars were also a tell tale sign. Some wives were even made to kneel at their husbands feet as he spoke to people.
Before long, the dining room was filled and dinner was being served. The men sat first, as a sign of respect the women waited. Then they sat, each of the wives chairs was fitted with a dildo the perfect mold of my cock so they would know just what it would be like to have me inside them. A tradition for gatherings like these. It took a moment, and some lube but each of the wives worked themselves down onto the chair with moans and gasps. Jessica's ass on the other hand swallowed it whole, as if fitting into an old glove.
"I can't believe you take this every night" Candy struggled to talk adjusting to the size of my dildo. She was speaking to my wife who gave her a cheeky smile "I'm just a lucky girl i guess" she waved her hand to dismiss the comment. One of the newer girls struggled to fit onto the dildo, still adjusting to her new life as a woman no doubt. Her husband berated her, embarrassed she sat taking it all with a whimper.
I squeezed Jessica's inner thigh, a sign she should move the conversation along. As a well trained wife, she did just that. "For our masters, a steak and for us women, a salad dressed with my husband's cum" She gave a smile and motioned for everyone to eat. Most of these wives are poorly fed in an attempt to keep them skinny so they ate the salad like it was the most nourishing thing they would eat all week. I won't lie, I liked seeing all these women lap up my cum as if it was liquid gold.
