“Welcome home Sir, did you enjoy your trip?” Mariko asked as I entered the bedroom to toss my luggage on the bed.
I smiled crossed my lips as I looked over to she her sitting by my closet, one of my jackets draped across her shoulders.
“In fact I did Mary, thanks for asking.” I replied with a giant smile across my face.
“Oh please Sir, call me Mariko… it was silly of me not to embrace the name I was born with.”
I nodded and walked over to her, getting up close and using my thumb and forefinger to tilt her head back so she could look up at me.
“Any other silly things you’ve done lately?” I asked.
“Oh yes Sir, so many… where do I start? Obviously the divorce is the biggest, but being mad at you for sticking your dick in your secretary seems just as silly. I think it was her blonde hair and large tits that confused me so much.” she replied and then tilted her head down just a bit so that my thumb came up to her lips and she kissed it before slowly rubbing her lips against it.
I nodded again, “Well that’s true, she does have a nice set of big tits on her Mariko.”
“Yes, and I was just as silly not to recognize the obvious solution. I have scheduled a trip to the salon and a visit to a plastic surgeon for this week. As soon as you tell me how blonde you want me to go, and how big of implants I should get, I’ll right on it.”
“That sounds like a very reasonable solution to the problem.” I replied and then leaned down to whisper into her ear.
“A blonde as blonde can be… bleached pure white like one of those anime girls you always called stupid and unrealistic. As for your implants, as large as the doctor will let you go.
I pulled back and watched her eyes close and her whole body shiver for a moment before they opened again, “Thank you Sir, it’s very good to know what you want me to be.” she replied.
“Oh, you don’t know that yet… not even half of it. Would you really like to know?” I asked.
“Yes please Sir.” she replied.
“You’re going to be the fakest, sluttiest, anime girl you can imagine. Big giant tits, long platinum blonde hair, a high squeaky voice, broken English accent, and a need to suck and fuck that outweighs any other thoughts that might enter your head.”
Her body twitched and spasmed as a small orgasm came over her as I stepped back and watched the words sink in.
She finally came around and she spoke up in a parody of her own voice, “Hei! Mariko so happy you here!” she squealed and jumped up out of the chair, my jacket dropping from her shoulders as she threw her arms around me and kissed me passionately.
I broken it off after a few minutes of groping her body and looked down at her, “Oh, I forget to as Mariko… how was your two week trip to the spa?”
Mariko giggled and smiled, “Mariko love the spa! Spa make Mariko so horney!” she squealed and then dropped to her knees to go after my crotch.
I just smiled and let her go at it. She’d been hesitant to accept the “gift” of the two weeks at a luxury spa out in the middle of the desert, especially after all the venom she’d been spitting in my direction since finding out about my affair. But she was so traditional in some ways, wanting to figure out a way to save our marriage to save face, she’d eventually relented when I offered to attend counseling while she was away.
Her lips finally wrapped around my stiffening member and I was sure that between her visit to the spa and my “counseling” with my assistant, our marriage was in a much better spot now than it had been.
