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Chapter #4
I have to get off to work
by: Unknown
"Now my dear, I must leave for work. If only I was retired like you. Oh well, one day my love, one day" he kisses me again and I nod dumbly and get back into bed. I was glad that he had forgotten about sex, but let's face it. I was his wife, it would happen eventually. I, a heterosexual young man, was now the wife of a man in his 50s. I would have to cook for him, clean for him, kiss him and, of course, make love to him.
"Oh god no!" I sobbed into my pillow, pulling the covers over my head so Carlos would not hear. I cried for 20 minutes until Carlos came in, freeshly showered and dressed for work. I forced my self to get up and see him off like a good wife would. He pinched my ass through my nightie as we kissed a final time and made me squeal.
"Until tonight my darling. I promise you I will show you just how much I love you. I will make you feel like you was 20 again!" he whispered with a grin. If only.
When I shut the door behind him, I slumped to the floor onto my gigantic ass. My whole body jiggled like jello with every sob.
"Snap out of it" I told myself and struggled to my feet. I stepped into the bathroom and took of the nightie, looking with horror at what my naked body was now like. Gone was the well toned muscle and tight abs. Replaced by ripples of cellulite and deeply tanned flabby flesh. I lifted a roll of fat to reveal the ruin of a 54 year old vagina nestled bewteen flabby thighs where my prized cock and balls should have been.
"I guess this is me now" I started to sob again and turned to sit on the toilet. Urine dribbled out of me as tears ran down my face. I would never pee standing up again or, even worse, feel what it was like to have sex with a woman. Carlos would be my only be sexual releif now.
An hour later I was showered and dressed. My bosom was held in place by a comedy sized bra and huge granny pants covered my wobbling ass. Unable to work out what to wear, I picked up the first outfit I found on a stack of neatly ironed clothes that was on the ironing board. Tight spandex leggings held the flab of my ass and thigh in place and a spandex leopard print halter neck top revealed my heaving bosom. On my feet I wore 4 inch wedge sandals with little black bows over the toes. All in al,l I dressed like any other 54 year old house wife. I minced into the kitchen, my thighs rubbing together with each step. These shoes looked easy to walk in compared to the other heels in my closet, but I still found it hard. I tinkled as I walked with each flabby arm sporting five or six gold bangles.
I sat at the tabled whilst coffee percolated in the machine and spotted the pack of ciggarettes on the table. I hated smoking. It was a disgusting habit, but Maria's body screamed for a cigarette. Miserably I plucked one out of the pack and put it in my mouth. I coughed and sputtered as I lit it and sucked in the horrible smoke.
"This is horrible!" I wheezed but was helpless to my new addiction. I poured a coffee, holding the cigarette like a lady between to fingers and sat back at the table. Taking another drag I decided to...
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