This is a cuckold story. Am I wasting my keystrokes? If you don't like cuckold, then skip to the next story. If you don't know what cuckold is, google it or something. Really.
You know, there are genres of porn I don't like. Nothing personal, but "furry" porn and "scat" porn I really can't stand. Know what? I don't read them. Simple.
That said, this story does contain some violent scenes. Every cuckold writer brings his own elements.
My past as an erotic horror writer sometimes still shows.
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My Wife's Hot New Body
Big, big, big...round tits! I mean way more than a handful! The blouse my wife was wearing was pushed up...and out...in all directions! It rode up, showing her tight, strong, athletic stomach.
"Do you like what you see?" The Doctor asked me.
"Hell Yes!" I exclaimed. My wife, Carla, blushed crimson and sat on the examination table silently squirming in embarrassment.
"And you...Carla?" Dr. Talbot was a kindly, elderly surgeon.
Carla craned her neck slightly forward. Her bodacious bosom filling her field of view. "I...I...guess. They are so...big!"
"Not just big, Carla." Doctor Rosen stood beside Dr. Talbot. She was a middle aged lady, with only the warmest, caring smile for Carla. She exchanged a friendly look with the operating doctor. "The nipples are much larger, harder, and vastly more sensitive. Your womanliness is so increased, that they will even lactate during extreme sexual stimulation. Possibly quite forcibly ... commensurate, of course, on your degree of sexual excitement."
"Won't that be messy?" I asked.
Rosen's smile for me wasn't so warm. More of a sneer. "This isn't about you. This is about dear Carla."
Dr. Talbot motioned towards a mirror. "As they say on TV...but wait, there's more!
Carla's nose has been transformed. After a childhood bicycle crash, her nose had been smashed, and had been a bit of a 'beak' all through her teen years. Now it was smoothly sculptured, with a tiny upturn at the end. Her nose now complimented the symmetrical beauty of her gorgeous cheek bones, deep green eyes. A complete, cover model, truly beautiful face. Her mouth had already been beautiful, so that only slight enlargements had been made to her lips. They were shaped into a more pouty shape. But you wouldn't know unless you'd already known her for years, the enlargement to her lips was very slight. But...Wow! Sexy!
Why were we all seated here in her surgeon's examination office? Well, a brief backtrack in the story...but don't worry...we'll be right back to my wife's smoking hot new body!
Carla had always been athletic in school. I mentioned biking, but she starred on all the girl's sports teams. Her legs were sculpted into long, toned, sexy, strong dream legs. Her hips, backside and belly were tight, firm and defined. But, she was as flat as a board. "Bee stings" her boobs were called cruelly by classmates. That and her jagged, angular nose gave her several cruel nicknames.
High school was years ago. I married her. We thought those nicknames were buried in the past.
Carla's five year class reunion was a couple months ago. If it had been a man being cruel to my love, I could have stood up somehow. Sure, I would have got my ass beat, I'm not quite 5 and a half feet tall (Carla is actually 4 inches taller than me, but since she always wears flats and I wear heeled shoes, we look almost even) and slight of build, but I still would have tried.
It was her female classmates. I don't know exactly what was said. Maybe in the girl's bathroom, maybe in the line for the punch bowl, but we had to leave early.
Carla was beyond distraught. She was weeping during our drive home. I was severely concerned. Carla had been in therapy as a girl, self esteem problems. It was time to go back.
Dr. Rosen remembered Carla from her childhood days, and a genuine bond existed between therapist and client. Evidently, her marriage to me was not sufficient for Carla's emotional well being. Dr Rosen considered me a failure as husband (not said in so many words...but she didn't try to hide her contempt for me), and wondered if Carla would have ever married me at all if she was emotionally stable.
In Dr. Talbot's exam room, the culmination of both the therapy, and, as decided, the physical changes, presented to the world...the new Carla! Were any of us ready?
My balls felt heavier than shot puts. When Carla spiraled into depression after the reunion, our sex life stopped. I started to masturbate once, she walked in on me. It seemed I only cared about my release, it was awful. I swore I wouldn't touch myself, as long as we were married. I love Carla so much that although my balls have filled up and have started to expand, I have kept that promise. Even when she went away for 3 weeks to a clinic / spa / resort for her surgery and recovery, I kept my word. Hands off.
"We haven't even covered half of what, I lovingly consider...The New Carla!" Dr Rosen was beaming. As shy as Carla is, small hints shown on her face that she was thrilled with her giant round tits, and perfectly cute nose. My face must have been a bit bewildered. More? What more?
"To respect your privacy, I will depart." The kindly Dr Talbot bowed, and took leave. Carla gave him a heart felt 'thank you'.
Rosen moved the hem of Carla's skirt up to her waist. I was looking, from my chair across the room, straight at my wife's sweet pussy. Now you might be thinking I would be sporting some hard wood through all this. But I had been working hours and hours of overtime. Partly to pay the bills for all this elective surgery, and partly to keep my mind off my own penis. This had been an emotional roller coaster for me too. There was the worry Carla's depression would require pills to medicate. That she might become, even suicidal. I had been awake all night, waiting to see her today. She had just returned from the clinic / spa. Unless, I'm wrong, Dr. Rosen had been stealing peeks at my crotch, but I hadn't popped a boner to this point. Was she evaluating me?
"Sweety" Dr Rosen began. "We talked about sexual release as an anti depressant. Which brings us to our first point."
Turning to me. "Mr. Gutierrez, do you know where your wife's g spot is?"
I kind of knew. And described the general area, was I defending myself?
"Your wife's g spot, in her case, is about seven inches inside her vagina. She is very athletic, and her pussy muscles are also strong. How long is your penis, Mr Gutierrez?"
The way she asked, I was sure she knew. Carla had been in therapy for weeks prior to the procedure.
"Almost 5 inches." I murmured. But hey! It worked just fine! I thought to myself.
"So we all see then, that Carla is, essentially, a g spot virgin. The kind of orgasm reached by stimulation of the g spot has been denied her all her life."
