Wife No More

A man come home to his wife, only to find her no longer quite there...

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Hello people! Hope you all have a nice January. With the February coming up, of course we need to do Valentine's Day caption. Last year I did a CYOA, but I don't think I will do that again. I am also a bit bored of the idea of someone willingly transform for their Valentine's gift, but I'm not sure what other ideas could fit. Share with me below if you have any fun idea for a Valentine caption!

As always, thank you for the support. It means really a lot for me to have you guys here. See you around!

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The sound of the key turning in the lock echoed through the empty house as John stepped inside, calling out for his wife, Sophie. Silence greeted him, the only response the hollow echo of his own voice bouncing off the walls. Frowning, he made his way further into the house, his heart pounding in his chest as a sense of unease settled over him.

And then he saw them.

There she was, his own wife, straddling some stranger. At least someone he thought was his wife. She certainly has her face, but her body was something else, like someone’s fantasised version of her. His voice caught in his throat as he struggled to comprehend what he was seeing.

"What the hell is going on?" he managed to choke out, his voice trembling with disbelief.

But Sophie paid him no mind, lost in the throes of ecstasy as she moaned and gasped with each thrust. "Oh god, yes! Right there!" she cried out in pleasure.

Frustration and anger boiled inside him as he watched her, unable to tear his gaze away from her and her apparent betrayal. "Answer me, damn it!" he demanded, his voice laced with desperation.

Sophie didn't even bother to stop, her moans of pleasure filled in the air as she continued to bounce on the stranger's dick. "Fuck... yes... harder!" she cried out, her voice a throaty rasp as she ground her hips against his, her nails digging into his skin as she pulled him closer. Between her moans, she shot him a disdainful glance, her lips curling into a sneer. "What's it look like, loser? I'm getting fucked," she spat, her words dripping with venom.

John's heart shattered into a million pieces as he watched, unable to comprehend how his once-devoted wife had become this... this bitch before him.

She laughed, a cruel sound that cut through the air like a knife. "Oh, honey, don't tell me you're actually surprised," she taunted, her voice dripping with scorn. "This is what happens when you leave me alone for too long."

John shook his head in disbelief, unable to process what he was seeing. "What the fuck you are talking about? Who is he?" he demanded, his voice trembling with rage and hurt.

But she just laughed, her voice dripping with contempt. "Oh, shut up, John. Can't you see I'm busy? This is my client, you idiot. He's paying good money for this," she sneered.

He couldn't believe what he was hearing. His wife, his once innocent wife, reduced to nothing more than a whore for hire. And he had no idea how it had happened.

Little did he know, earlier that day, his business rival had paid her a visit, using a new technology from his company to corrupt her into the bitchy woman she was now. He had drugged her, twisted her mind, and turned her into a horny prostitute with a single touch.

All he could do was watch in horror as she screamed in pleasure, her body writhing with every thrust, her cries of ecstasy filling the room. "Please, stop this," he pleaded, his voice choked with tears. "Come back to me, please."

"Sorry, honey, but I'm having too much fun to stop now," she taunted, her eyes gleaming with wicked delight. "But hey, if you want a turn, you'll have to wait in line like everyone else, and don't forget to bring your wallet. I don't come cheap."