Loraine looked in the mirror and let out a sigh, she’d never thought it would happen to her, but it had, and there was little she could do about it.
Her phone, stuffed between her tits, buzzed and she pulled it out, seeing the message from Kevin arriving, “Will be home early, 4pm at the latest.”
A little shiver ran through her and then she took a selfie and typed out a quick reply, “Thank you Sir.”
She stuffed the phone back between her tits and quickly got back to work cleaning the house. When he arrived home the first thing he’d done was one his white gloves and inspect the house, it would do no good to fail the inspection.
When she’d married Kevin, it had been a marriage of convince… at least for her. She wanted a comfy lifestyle, without having to work for it, and Kevin could provide that.
It wasn’t her fault that he’d believed her when she said she loved him, or that he satisfied her in bed, or that she was happy with him in any way, shape, or form.
Things had been fine for the first year or two, she played the part of the happy wife, he dotted on her hand and foot.
Then he’d found the photos on her phone, the photos of Jim, and more importantly, Jim’s dick… in her. She didn’t find out that he’d found them for almost a year, in which time he’d carefully crafted his revenge.
For their two year anniversary he made a big deal of having a big party and announcing their six month trip around the world. Everyone congratulated them, wished them luck, and then they were off.
Their first, and only stop, was on a small island that she’d never heard of before, but the resort and spa was world class so she hadn’t thought much of it. Oh sure, she’d heard the rumors of such places, places where rich men could pay to have changes to their trophy wives made, but she had still been convinced that Kevin was wrapped around her little finger.
The initial stay of a week turned into two, then three, then four, all the while Loraine had been blissfully unaware of the programming that was being feed into her brain.
By the time she’d gone under the knife for the first time it had been too late and she didn’t even notice that Kevin was no longer at the resort when she woke up in her room to recover.
After six months, she was no longer recognizable.
Her body was a distorted fevered sex dream, her voice a high pitched affair with a heavy french accent, her hair a platinum blonde, tattoos covering various parts of her skin, and the most deep seeded need to clean.
When she returned “home” she found Kevin had a new girlfriend, and over time she’d learned that he’d divorced Loraine after cutting their trip short, saying that she’d run off with a man at one of their stops in the trip.
All off the paperwork had been done, everything was official, and Loraine now spent her days keeping Kevin’s home spotless.
Loraine quickly moved between room, making sure everything was perfect for Kevin’s arrival home, because there were only two things that worried her on a day to day basis; failing inspection, and Kevin deciding to send her back for further changes.
Of course failing inspection just meant that he’d bend her over and fuck her ass as she cried out for forgiveness.
Being sent back to the spa, on the other hand, meant that he might send her away for good… in which case he wouldn’t be fucking her ass and that was completely unacceptable.
She smiled as she looked down at the small smudge on the kitchen table and left it there… Kevin liked fucking her in the kitchen… and she did to.
