This is the story of poor Carol Hendrick, a normal, healthy young woman with normal, healthy desires. Unfortunately, she followed the advice of her conservative parents and married Alan, who has a low sex drive and is unable to satisfy her. But Alan is aroused by the idea of his wife having sex with other men, so he suggests she become a Hotwife and start a relationship with a man who can serve as her Bull. In Chapter 10 Carol is proud of her bold new appearance.
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When I saw Carol for the first time after cosmetic surgery, she looked like a very different person. The individual changes were small, but they added up to a lot. A smaller nose. Eyes that looked more open and youthful. More prominent cheekbones. Bigger boobs.
"You look beautiful," I said. Before she knocked, I had decided I'd tell her she looked beautiful whether I believed it or not. She knew I didn't think she needed plastic surgery, and I didn't want her thinking I believed she was ugly. But when I saw her, I sincerely believed she looked gorgeous. Carol had wanted to transform herself from a woman with a kind of girl-next-door appeal to someone who looked like she belonged on a red carpet. She now looked like many southern California women who'd gotten procedures.
"Thank you," she said, smiling. "I'm happy with the way I look now. There's only one problem, but it should go away soon."
"If there's a problem, I can't see it," I said.
"I'll show you," Carol replied, taking me by the hand and leading me to my bedroom.
She was wearing a very flattering sweater that made it clear her breasts were noticeably bigger than before. Carol pulled off the sweater, unclasped her bra, and stood there topless. Her boobs were different, and not in a good way. They sat very high on her chest and looked unusually firm. They had a hemispherical shape instead of the teardrop shape of her former breasts. Carol's boobs no longer looked natural. I imagined that they probably looked great in low-cut clothing, but not so great nude.
"The doctor says it will take a while for my boobs to drop down where they belong. They should look more natural then," Carol said. "But I need help with something to make that happen."
"What kind of help do you need?" I asked.
"I need someone to massage my breasts. A lot," Carol said. "Do you know anyone who could do that for me?"
I laughed. "I think I could give you a hand," I said.
We stripped off the rest of our clothes and climbed into bed. Carol laid on her back, and I got right to work. Normally I caress Carol's boobs gently. She let me know she wanted something more like a deep tissue massage. "Does this hurt?" I asked.
"No. The pain is gone. The swelling and bruising are almost gone. Getting my boobs to drop to a more natural position is the only thing left," she said. "The boob job hurt the most, although the nose job was almost as bad."
"I'm sorry you were in pain," I said.
"It was no big deal. I took painkillers for three days. Aspirin after that. It wasn't nearly as bad as the time my wisdom teeth were extracted. God, that was a nightmare. This was nothing in comparison."
As I massaged Carol's boobs, we both became increasingly aroused. As I used my hands to massage her breasts, I added my lips and tongue to suck and lick her nipples. Soon she was gasping for breath.
"I think that's enough massage," she said breathlessly. "Pay some attention to my pussy."
My hand slid down over her belly. It felt different. She told me that the surgeon planned to remove some fat from her abdomen and inject it into her butt. Carol had always had nice firm abs, but now she looked like a fitness model. The area around her waist seemed more sculpted. Clearly, the surgeon was a real artist.
I usually enjoy teasing Carol a little, making her wait as I move from one part of her body to another. I got the feeling she didn't want that. So I placed my hand directly on her pussy and began rubbing. She moaned softly, and began squirming beneath my fingers. After just a little of that kind of stimulation, I let one finger dip into her warm inner folds. As soon as that finger was wet enough, I slipped it inside her.
"Ohhhhhh . . . that feels so good, Bill," she said. "I didn't realize I'd get so horny after just a few weeks without you." Although Carol had a husband, they didn't have sex anymore. If she didn't see me, Carol was celibate. During the time we'd been together, Carol had grown increasingly hungry for ever more exotic and kinky types of sex. She went without sex a lot during her marriage. It wasn't something she was willing to tolerate anymore.
I added another finger and stroked in and out of her pussy. She lifted her hips up to meet my hand. I suspected that she felt ready for something more substantial than my fingers, and she chose that exact moment to let me know. Carol wrapped one hand around my cock and stroked it firmly.
"Give it to me, Bill," she said. "I've missed the feel of your cock inside me."
I climbed on top of Carol with the intention of giving her missionary sex. But then I realized that it might hurt if I put the weight of my chest on top of her new boobs. "Is this going to be OK?" I asked.
"It will be better than OK," she said. "Don't worry. I'm fine. Just fuck me, alright?"
"Whatever you say," I replied, grinning.
I didn't make her wait this time. Instead, I put the head of my cock at the entrance of her pussy and slid all the way inside in one smooth stroke.
"Yesssssss . . ." Carol said when I was all the way inside. We made love slowly, gently, and lovingly. We both wanted it to last forever.
