My wife and I never were the arguing type of couple. We have always been rational and since we are both submissive personalities, just making final decisions about anything has always been our greatest struggle. When you’ve been married a long time, those natural inclinations become ingrained.
For this reason, as we drifted apart, romantically, it was easier to just ignore it and pretend it wasn’t an issue. Neither of us ever presents the other with confrontation. So, when I started to become more feminine, Kat certainly noticed, but she never confronted me. When my wife fell in love with another man and took him into our marriage bed, I pretended that it was the most natural thing in the world.
One afternoon, out of the blue, she told me that we needed to talk. Of course, I panicked, thinking that she wanted a divorce, that her lover wanted me out of the house and out of their lives. Fortunately, I was very wrong.
When Aaden came into our lives everything changed. It took pressure off of both my wife and me. I no longer felt pressure to be a husband in the bedroom and my wife now had someone who was willing to be in charge of the household. I came to find out that there were things about our ****** life that frustrated Kat, but that she never wanted to complain about. She was unhappy with my lack of attentiveness to household chores and duties. She hated that our girls lacked a strong, dominant father figure, with the result being bad behavior and disrespectful attitudes from them.
Looking back, I’m so amazed and grateful that one man could affect such dramatic and positive change in our ******. But then Aaden is not just any man. He is a big, powerful, dominant, Muslim, Black King. Before Aaden, my wife never showed interest in other men. But she fell for him immediately and she fell hard. It has been exciting for me to watch her turn into a high school girl before my very eyes. She fawns all over him, will do anything for him, and, despite her age, is trying to become pregnant with his baby.
I’m happy too, not just for the obvious selfish reasons, but I’m happy because my wife is in love, and I can tell that Aaden really loves her too. Sure, I’m jealous on some level, but it’s a delicious kind of jealousy. It’s so hot to me that my wife tried for the longest time to hide from me how happy Aaden made her. But when you’re married for 20 years, it’s impossible for a wife to hide such emotions from her husband. No matter how supportive I was, she still tried to protect my feelings and hide her joy.
From the day I met Aaden, he never disguised his dislike of me and my femininity. I was never sure whether it was just his Alpha nature or his strict religious upbringing, but he looked at me and saw an inferior. I was born with the same equipment as Aaden, but we are not the same. In our first one-on-one conversation, he laid down the new law of the land and I had no choice but to accept it.
He admitted, upfront, that he could not understand why a man would want to be a woman. I didn’t try to explain my feelings to him. He informed me that he was taking my wife as his woman. He did not care about my feelings, telling me that it was already done. Apparently, Kat had surrendered herself to him already, body and soul. I could tell that he was ready for some kind of fight from me, but we know that was not coming. I told Aaden that I had been married to Kat long enough to know when she is happy and that he made her very happy. I then asked him if he was in love with my wife. He may be a powerful Alpha male, but he’s still a 30-year-old young man from a sexually-repressive Muslim society. He had little experience with women—so he blazed with embarrassment at my question. We had not spoken much before this conversation, but he suddenly exploded with emotion over my wife.
He felt guilty and insecure around such an experienced woman. He wanted to be with her all the time. He wanted to make her the happiest woman in the world. As our conversation relaxed, he felt more comfortable speaking openly with me. We have two *********, so he knew my wife was not a newcomer to sex and children. But when I finally got him talking about being with her, he admitted to some embarrassment. He said he could tell she loved having him inside her, but he was embarrassed about cumming so fast. He said that her pocket was so warm and so tight that it was impossible for him to last once inside of her. A lot of is it physical, but it’s also that he loves her so much that he loses his mind when she takes him inside her. After all the cuckold porn I had watched in my life, it was amazing to hear this man speak so respectfully about loving and fucking my wife. With all the screaming she does, I figured it was all pound-town all night. But there was nothing dirty or pornographic about it and that made it so much hotter for me.
All this was running through my mind, along with the fear when Kat began the conversation. I found myself holding my breath. Kat had been timid around me all throughout our marriage, but she was anything but timid now. She sat in a chair above me, her posture was erect and confident. She spoke with a tone of voice I had never heard from my wife. She was commanding and confident.
Throughout our marriage I had willed, begged, and cajoled her to be my superior, my master and commander, all to no avail. But now that she had her own master in her life, she easily dominated me. She saw me as someone way below her on this new pecking order within our ******. She didn’t care if her words upset me. This felt intimidating and made me feel small and insignificant, but I liked it and it was a crack in the door for us to be totally honest with each other.
She announced that there would be changes around the home. Some of these I knew, but she was clear that she planned to have a baby with Aaden. I think she expected me to be shocked or to resist, but all this actually made my clitty twitch. She told me that both she and Aaden wanted me to remain a part of this ****** but in a new role. She hoped that I would agree but things were going in the direction she and Aaden wanted, no matter what. I felt the nerves again. What she wanted from me now was a measure of my commitment. She wanted to take my emotional temperature about what was happening in our ******. Her voice had gradually shifted to something more conciliatory, just before she brought the hammer down. She said “I want to hear from you, with 100% honesty how these changes in our marriage make you feel. I know you fantasized about this sort of scenario, but now that it’s real, are you able to handle it? I want you to remain part of our lives…my life, Aaden’s life, our *********’ lives, and our future baby’s life. If it’s too much for you to handle I would understand. But you should know, that if you decide to leave or if you become an obstacle to our happiness, I will sever your connection to Heather.”
She waited a while for this to sink in and I could feel her scrutinizing my emotions. She continued, “I’m her mother. You don’t think I know everything that goes on in this house…with my ********? I can’t say I understand your relationship, I think it’s unhealthy for her, but she’s an adult and you’re not interested in women. She’s told me everything and I think her love for you is unnatural, but I won’t stand in the way of your relationship with our ********. For now, I expect you to be 100% honest with me about your feelings and emotions with these changes being forced on you.”
I took a deep breath and prepared to be more honest with my wife than I had ever been in our marriage. Something about this power exchange and the fact that we were no longer relating as husband and wife, made it easier and also more genuine.
“At first, when Aaden joined our household, I had this deep lust and anticipation that the two of you would connect and become intimate. I know you and I know you need an intellectual connection with a man before you take to your bed. Because our cultures are so different, I was hopeful but resigned to disappointment. I underestimated the power of pure human emotion that could break down the walls of cultural difference and bring two lovers together. You may not know this, but Aaden came to me, early on, and told me of his desire for you.” This made her blush.
“He knew what I was and that you were a lonely, dissatisfied wife…a flower desperately in need of watering. While he was taking my temperature on the idea, he was also TELLING me that he intended to take you from me and possess you. Whatever testosterone was left in my system made me want to object and fight for you. But the softer, caring side of me, knew that it was better for everyone if I supported the inevitable coupling.”
I continued my confession, admitting to mixed feelings when they first started making love. Her screams of pleasure that resonated throughout the house were painful music to my ears. They also caused a ton of discomfort for our ********* and many long conversations between me and our girls. I told her that, in the end, I thought it worked out for the best. She was obviously happy, Aaden was smitten, and the girls were in a better place.
Kat seemed satisfied, and we continued our girl talk. She complimented me on the changes taking shape with my body, and she wanted to talk about my state of mind. Where did I stand in my relationships? Had I gone beyond flirting? The changes in my physique and personality were impossible to hide, but on some level, I was reluctant to admit this to my wife.
When she knew I was finished talking, her authoritative voice was back. She announced that there would be some changes and that I would have to be prepared. She said,
“You know Aaden and I are deeply in love. You probably don’t know that he wants more from me than just sex. He wants to marry me, and I expect your consent.” I just nodded my agreement. What choice did I really have? She continued. “We’re now at the crux of why I wanted us to have this talk. Aaden is a young man. He has never been in a serious relationship with a woman, and he wants me to be the only one he ever has. There’s nothing I want more than to please my man and give him everything he wants. But that means I will also give him children. I know this is hard for you to hear, but you will have an important role to play in this ******, even if you are no longer my legal husband. I want to be the partner you wanted but never got. I want to give you everything you ever desired from me. I will take an active role in your transition. I will teach you to be a proper woman, and in exchange, you will become my wife. But not a 21st-century wife, no. You will be a 1950s wife. No sex, all the chores, and you will take care of our new babies. I want you in an apron and high heels. Aaden has agreed that you are already enough of a woman to take on this role without offending him, but we both want you to speed up your transition. We have plenty of money, so you are to give two weeks’ notice and quit your job, effective immediately.”
She delivered it with authority, but I could see she was uncertain as she waited for my reaction. She confirmed that uncertainty by adding,
“Heather can teach you the physics of being female, but if you want to learn to truly conquer men, you will learn from me.”
Kat had gone right to my weak spot. She knew that being a proper wife had always been my greatest ambition. She also knew that my relationship with Heather had progressed to a point where I could never lose her. I had always feared that she would put an end to the unnatural relationship, but now she was putting her seal of approval on it. I could now belong to her in the way she wanted without fear.
I would be the best wife this ****** could ever hope for. I loved doing the chores and serving my wife and our Black King. This change would also carve into stone my position within the ******. I had felt adrift and uncertain for so long among my own ******. That night at dinner, Aaden explained to the entire ****** what was to happen. My wife would have a new husband, so my ********* were going to have a new daddy and soon, new siblings. This unsettled them at first, but Aaden went on to explain that I was to be the wife and nanny for Kat. Whatever the girls needed, I was to provide. They were no longer allowed to ask Kat for anything. Kat needed to focus on getting pregnant and breeding his little Black Kings.
Everyone seemed really happy with the coming changes, and we were coming together as a real ******.
For this reason, as we drifted apart, romantically, it was easier to just ignore it and pretend it wasn’t an issue. Neither of us ever presents the other with confrontation. So, when I started to become more feminine, Kat certainly noticed, but she never confronted me. When my wife fell in love with another man and took him into our marriage bed, I pretended that it was the most natural thing in the world.
One afternoon, out of the blue, she told me that we needed to talk. Of course, I panicked, thinking that she wanted a divorce, that her lover wanted me out of the house and out of their lives. Fortunately, I was very wrong.
When Aaden came into our lives everything changed. It took pressure off of both my wife and me. I no longer felt pressure to be a husband in the bedroom and my wife now had someone who was willing to be in charge of the household. I came to find out that there were things about our ****** life that frustrated Kat, but that she never wanted to complain about. She was unhappy with my lack of attentiveness to household chores and duties. She hated that our girls lacked a strong, dominant father figure, with the result being bad behavior and disrespectful attitudes from them.
Looking back, I’m so amazed and grateful that one man could affect such dramatic and positive change in our ******. But then Aaden is not just any man. He is a big, powerful, dominant, Muslim, Black King. Before Aaden, my wife never showed interest in other men. But she fell for him immediately and she fell hard. It has been exciting for me to watch her turn into a high school girl before my very eyes. She fawns all over him, will do anything for him, and, despite her age, is trying to become pregnant with his baby.
I’m happy too, not just for the obvious selfish reasons, but I’m happy because my wife is in love, and I can tell that Aaden really loves her too. Sure, I’m jealous on some level, but it’s a delicious kind of jealousy. It’s so hot to me that my wife tried for the longest time to hide from me how happy Aaden made her. But when you’re married for 20 years, it’s impossible for a wife to hide such emotions from her husband. No matter how supportive I was, she still tried to protect my feelings and hide her joy.
From the day I met Aaden, he never disguised his dislike of me and my femininity. I was never sure whether it was just his Alpha nature or his strict religious upbringing, but he looked at me and saw an inferior. I was born with the same equipment as Aaden, but we are not the same. In our first one-on-one conversation, he laid down the new law of the land and I had no choice but to accept it.
He admitted, upfront, that he could not understand why a man would want to be a woman. I didn’t try to explain my feelings to him. He informed me that he was taking my wife as his woman. He did not care about my feelings, telling me that it was already done. Apparently, Kat had surrendered herself to him already, body and soul. I could tell that he was ready for some kind of fight from me, but we know that was not coming. I told Aaden that I had been married to Kat long enough to know when she is happy and that he made her very happy. I then asked him if he was in love with my wife. He may be a powerful Alpha male, but he’s still a 30-year-old young man from a sexually-repressive Muslim society. He had little experience with women—so he blazed with embarrassment at my question. We had not spoken much before this conversation, but he suddenly exploded with emotion over my wife.
He felt guilty and insecure around such an experienced woman. He wanted to be with her all the time. He wanted to make her the happiest woman in the world. As our conversation relaxed, he felt more comfortable speaking openly with me. We have two *********, so he knew my wife was not a newcomer to sex and children. But when I finally got him talking about being with her, he admitted to some embarrassment. He said he could tell she loved having him inside her, but he was embarrassed about cumming so fast. He said that her pocket was so warm and so tight that it was impossible for him to last once inside of her. A lot of is it physical, but it’s also that he loves her so much that he loses his mind when she takes him inside her. After all the cuckold porn I had watched in my life, it was amazing to hear this man speak so respectfully about loving and fucking my wife. With all the screaming she does, I figured it was all pound-town all night. But there was nothing dirty or pornographic about it and that made it so much hotter for me.
All this was running through my mind, along with the fear when Kat began the conversation. I found myself holding my breath. Kat had been timid around me all throughout our marriage, but she was anything but timid now. She sat in a chair above me, her posture was erect and confident. She spoke with a tone of voice I had never heard from my wife. She was commanding and confident.
Throughout our marriage I had willed, begged, and cajoled her to be my superior, my master and commander, all to no avail. But now that she had her own master in her life, she easily dominated me. She saw me as someone way below her on this new pecking order within our ******. She didn’t care if her words upset me. This felt intimidating and made me feel small and insignificant, but I liked it and it was a crack in the door for us to be totally honest with each other.
She announced that there would be changes around the home. Some of these I knew, but she was clear that she planned to have a baby with Aaden. I think she expected me to be shocked or to resist, but all this actually made my clitty twitch. She told me that both she and Aaden wanted me to remain a part of this ****** but in a new role. She hoped that I would agree but things were going in the direction she and Aaden wanted, no matter what. I felt the nerves again. What she wanted from me now was a measure of my commitment. She wanted to take my emotional temperature about what was happening in our ******. Her voice had gradually shifted to something more conciliatory, just before she brought the hammer down. She said “I want to hear from you, with 100% honesty how these changes in our marriage make you feel. I know you fantasized about this sort of scenario, but now that it’s real, are you able to handle it? I want you to remain part of our lives…my life, Aaden’s life, our *********’ lives, and our future baby’s life. If it’s too much for you to handle I would understand. But you should know, that if you decide to leave or if you become an obstacle to our happiness, I will sever your connection to Heather.”
She waited a while for this to sink in and I could feel her scrutinizing my emotions. She continued, “I’m her mother. You don’t think I know everything that goes on in this house…with my ********? I can’t say I understand your relationship, I think it’s unhealthy for her, but she’s an adult and you’re not interested in women. She’s told me everything and I think her love for you is unnatural, but I won’t stand in the way of your relationship with our ********. For now, I expect you to be 100% honest with me about your feelings and emotions with these changes being forced on you.”
I took a deep breath and prepared to be more honest with my wife than I had ever been in our marriage. Something about this power exchange and the fact that we were no longer relating as husband and wife, made it easier and also more genuine.
“At first, when Aaden joined our household, I had this deep lust and anticipation that the two of you would connect and become intimate. I know you and I know you need an intellectual connection with a man before you take to your bed. Because our cultures are so different, I was hopeful but resigned to disappointment. I underestimated the power of pure human emotion that could break down the walls of cultural difference and bring two lovers together. You may not know this, but Aaden came to me, early on, and told me of his desire for you.” This made her blush.
“He knew what I was and that you were a lonely, dissatisfied wife…a flower desperately in need of watering. While he was taking my temperature on the idea, he was also TELLING me that he intended to take you from me and possess you. Whatever testosterone was left in my system made me want to object and fight for you. But the softer, caring side of me, knew that it was better for everyone if I supported the inevitable coupling.”
I continued my confession, admitting to mixed feelings when they first started making love. Her screams of pleasure that resonated throughout the house were painful music to my ears. They also caused a ton of discomfort for our ********* and many long conversations between me and our girls. I told her that, in the end, I thought it worked out for the best. She was obviously happy, Aaden was smitten, and the girls were in a better place.
Kat seemed satisfied, and we continued our girl talk. She complimented me on the changes taking shape with my body, and she wanted to talk about my state of mind. Where did I stand in my relationships? Had I gone beyond flirting? The changes in my physique and personality were impossible to hide, but on some level, I was reluctant to admit this to my wife.
When she knew I was finished talking, her authoritative voice was back. She announced that there would be some changes and that I would have to be prepared. She said,
“You know Aaden and I are deeply in love. You probably don’t know that he wants more from me than just sex. He wants to marry me, and I expect your consent.” I just nodded my agreement. What choice did I really have? She continued. “We’re now at the crux of why I wanted us to have this talk. Aaden is a young man. He has never been in a serious relationship with a woman, and he wants me to be the only one he ever has. There’s nothing I want more than to please my man and give him everything he wants. But that means I will also give him children. I know this is hard for you to hear, but you will have an important role to play in this ******, even if you are no longer my legal husband. I want to be the partner you wanted but never got. I want to give you everything you ever desired from me. I will take an active role in your transition. I will teach you to be a proper woman, and in exchange, you will become my wife. But not a 21st-century wife, no. You will be a 1950s wife. No sex, all the chores, and you will take care of our new babies. I want you in an apron and high heels. Aaden has agreed that you are already enough of a woman to take on this role without offending him, but we both want you to speed up your transition. We have plenty of money, so you are to give two weeks’ notice and quit your job, effective immediately.”
She delivered it with authority, but I could see she was uncertain as she waited for my reaction. She confirmed that uncertainty by adding,
“Heather can teach you the physics of being female, but if you want to learn to truly conquer men, you will learn from me.”
Kat had gone right to my weak spot. She knew that being a proper wife had always been my greatest ambition. She also knew that my relationship with Heather had progressed to a point where I could never lose her. I had always feared that she would put an end to the unnatural relationship, but now she was putting her seal of approval on it. I could now belong to her in the way she wanted without fear.
I would be the best wife this ****** could ever hope for. I loved doing the chores and serving my wife and our Black King. This change would also carve into stone my position within the ******. I had felt adrift and uncertain for so long among my own ******. That night at dinner, Aaden explained to the entire ****** what was to happen. My wife would have a new husband, so my ********* were going to have a new daddy and soon, new siblings. This unsettled them at first, but Aaden went on to explain that I was to be the wife and nanny for Kat. Whatever the girls needed, I was to provide. They were no longer allowed to ask Kat for anything. Kat needed to focus on getting pregnant and breeding his little Black Kings.
Everyone seemed really happy with the coming changes, and we were coming together as a real ******.
