The man who transformed women.
© Maloufokker
"So that's the famous Lloyd Ashton...?" Mark asked.
"Yes." said Frank. "He's always in the company of admiring women who have either been to his courses or want to go to them. I'll say this for him -- he
is
good!"
"What's his secret?"
"He makes women feel wonderful, attractive, accomplished and confident. He and his staff teach them how to dress well and how to pick clothing that suits their body shape, coloring and lifestyle. Graduates of his school are an asset to themselves and to their husbands in business and social circles. They look fabulous, are impeccable in their appearance and stylish in their social activities. A sort of finishing school for women of all ages -- married or single."
"My wife Ann and her friend Babs have already signed up for his basic course. I hope it is worth the price I'm paying for it!" Mark.
"The price of the course is just the beginning! Ann will be spending ten times that much on beauty products and such after she graduates. I just hope you've got the budget for that too, or you will have a very unhappy spouse, my friend." Frank warned.
"Have there ever been any unhappy husbands?" Mark asked.
"I don't know of any... and I certainly don't know of any dissatisfied wives who have dropped out or who said it was a waste of money."
***
When Ann returned from her two weeks away, Mark was very happy in her development. She was relaxed, affectionate and confident. She went through her closet and threw out more than half her stuff. True, Mark had to pay to replace them with new outfits, but what a change...!
The new Ann always looked stunning. One of the first things Mark noticed was that you never saw any trace of underwear -- never a bra-strap showing, a baggy panty line under a skirt... only smooth clothing lines covering her body. Her makeup changed, too. She used different products and her eyes were particularly clear, crisp and colored to match her complexion. From across a room it looked as though she wasn't wearing any makeup at all!
Mark knew that his wife has a beautiful back and so he particularly loved it when she began to wear deep, backless dresses and halter-necks. In public she would be covered up with a matching jacket or cape, but once inside a venue, she would reveal herself, her beautiful newly styled hair flowing down her shoulders and pointing down her bare back. The total image was one of class, beauty and poise. Mark was very proud to have her at his side.
It wasn't just the physical aspects of her transformation. She developed an eye and ear for financial and business matters. She made suggestions for their investments and stayed within budget every month, even putting aside money for clothes and cosmetics.
In that year, Mark pulled off some great business deals -- amply assisted at business evenings by his gorgeous wife - and earned myself a very good performance bonus. He thought to put it to good use...
"Darling, would you like to do the Advanced Course at Lloyds' Academy?" he asked.
"Darling, I'd love to! But are you sure? It's a lot of money!" Ann replied.
"I'm very happy in the return on my investment so far. I'm sure the Advanced Course would make me even happier"
"Oh, I'm sure that I would do you proud!" she said, smiling broadly.
The Advanced Course
was
costly. It was preceded by a full medical examination, including psychological assessment. It was preceded by a three month diet and exercise program and candidates were assessed for surgical treatments if they wanted body sculpting. Ann chose to have the minor effect of two children and twenty years of gravity on her breasts corrected by minimal implants.
"I just want the girls to look nicer for your pleasure, darling... and I'd be much more confident to wear more daring outfits for you..." she had said with a naughty grin.
So Mark paid for some liposuction and lift surgery, followed by two weeks of R+R and in the LA Health Spa.
When she returned, his demure wife was a full firm C-cup and she was very proud of her new breasts. The first time they made love, Ann insisted on going on top and proudly displayed them for him as she rode his cock to a pent-up orgasm.
In the morning, she brought him coffee in bed, wearing only a pearl-colored silk blouse, mostly unbuttoned and sheer enough to show him that she wore nothing underneath. Mark was erect in seconds and proceeded to ravage her wonderfully wet and willing womanhood.
Afterwards, she put the contract agreement for him to sign. Mark did so without reading it through, his groin still throbbing from their passionate lovemaking.
Two weeks later, after she had left to attend the course, Mark had four weeks alone to read it through. That's when he saw the clause.
"I, the husband of the abovementioned Advanced Course Student, do hereby acknowledge that part of the empowerment process involves training in sexual skills and I agree that any intimate contact between my wife and any surrogate trainer shall be regarded as being at my request and with my express permission.
I further hold both the trainer/s and my wife blameless for any participation in such training and I shall not request, require or demand any information or detail regarding such training."
His wife was going to be involved in some sexual surrogacy. What did that mean? Mark called Frank.
"Frank, your wife's been through the Advanced and the Master's course with LA's college?"
"Yes, she has..." Frank said seriously.
"What does the surrogate training clause mean?" Mark asked.
"I didn't ask too much and Eva never revealed the details... " Frank said.
"And...?"
"All I can tell you is that every Advanced student will have been in Lloyd Ashton's bed at least once."
"What? I don't understand... Are you telling me that this guy will seduce my wife during this course?"
"No... I'm telling you that your wife will willingly approach him to have sex with her."
"But he's homosexual, surely... with all that make-up and fashion stuff...?" Mark asked, stunned.
"Oh, don't kid yourself...! He's good in getting husbands to think that. He's actually a stud to the ladies... From what I've seen, every graduate would willingly drop her panties for him if he asked her. They all seem to feel that way and they aren't jealous about any new crop of students either!"
Mark recalled the look on Eva's face when Lloyd Ashton was in the room. It was one of admiring longing, not jealousy at the sight of LA with three attractive wives fluttering around him. He wondered hopelessly if Lloyd had already bedded his wife Ann.
"Does he hypnotize them into submission or what?" Mark asked.
"No, he doesn't need to. He just listens to them, studies their body language and reads them through and through. He can draw out their innermost wants and needs, their deepest desires and ambitions. He then shows them how they can get them. In return, they choose to reward him by willingly going to his bed... They fuck
him
."
***
Mark suffered through the duration. The Advanced Course was also a zero-contact event. Except for emergency-only communications through the reception desk, no contact with family and friends was allowed until graduation. The graduation ceremony was the first time Mark would see his wife.
Mark checked into the hotel room they had booked for them, dressed for the event and waited for the limo service. There were five other husbands with him in the limo. They made uneasy small talk as they rode to the venue. Each was alone in their thoughts -- clearly wondering what the outcome of the course would be on their respective wives.
At the venue, we were ushered into a glittering gala event, with men standing around in the foyer, being served drinks and snacks. Aside from the primly dressed waitresses, there were no women present. The men were asked to take their seats in the theatre. When the curtain went up, the MC welcomed them and set out the program. There was a cabaret act to break the ice followed by a fashion show by the graduates. Thereafter they would go into the foyer again to be joined by their graduating wives.
The cabaret act was great with numbers from Broadway shows sung by a number of female artists. Then the typical beat-filled music of fashion shows started playing and a string of masked women walked a u-shaped ramp from the stage through the seated audience and back out again. The masks were intended to create increased mystery and hide the identity of the wearer.
The dresses ranged from the sensual through seriously sexy. Mark noticed one woman in particular wearing a bottle-green gown with a cowl-neck that hung down very low in front displaying cleavage proudly and bared her beautiful breasts almost to the nipples. As she walked, slits in the dress showed tanned legs right up to her hips.
"There's no way she could be wearing underwear under that!" said the husband to his left. Mark's hardening cock agreed. Twice during her walk, the woman in the green gown stopped and bent forward slightly and the men were treated to a glimpse of her chest right to her navel - including both nipples!. She drew applause as she walked away as her dress was backless and her tight ass moved in a way that screamed:
'If you like what you see, follow me!'
"I'd love to stick my cock into that!" the husband to his right said. "Which lucky devil has her for his wife?"
All too soon, the models finished their show and all came out for the finale dressed in full-length gowns of identical cloth, but with different styles cut according to their body shape and accessorized individually. Each was a picture of sensual beauty and they received a standing ovation and the men were ushered into the foyer.
After minutes of heightened anticipation, the wives joined, still wearing their masks. They mingled among the men, talking and flirting slightly as they moved their way through the room. Suddenly one walked up to Mark and put her hand on his arm.
"Did you like the show?" she asked, huskily.
"Yes! It was wonderful... so elegant and graceful. I loved it." Mark replied.
She reached up and grasped his neck drawing his face down to hers. Her mouth sought his out in a firm kiss. Her mouth opened and her tongue licked at mine fleetingly.
'What if my wife sees this?'
Mark thought, his pulse racing and his cock getting really hard. Then the kiss was over and he was released. Mark looked at her sheepishly.
"Don't worry, your wife won't mind...!" she said in a husky sexy voice he didn't recognize.
Mark looked about the room guiltily trying to find his wife. When he looked back to say something to the woman, he found her slipping the mask off her face. It
was
his wife.
"Do you always let strangers kiss you like that?" she asked saucily... "or only when your wife has been away for four weeks?"
"Ann darling...! How wonderful to see you!"
Mark swept her up in his arms. He loved the feeling of her in his arms again and his groin told her he needed her urgently.
"Let's go to the hotel...?" he pleaded.
"Not just yet... I need to say some goodbyes..." she said.
