This is the story of poor Carol Hendrick, a normal, healthy young woman with normal, healthy desires. Unfortunately, she followed the advice of her conservative parents and married Alan, who has a low sex drive and is unable to satisfy her. But Alan is aroused by the idea of his wife having sex with other men, so he suggests she become a Hotwife and start a relationship with a man who can serve as her Bull. In Chapter 10 Carol is proud of her bold new appearance.
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When I saw Carol for the first time after cosmetic surgery, she looked like a very different person. The individual changes were small, but they added up to a lot. A smaller nose. Eyes that looked more open and youthful. More prominent cheekbones. Bigger boobs.
"You look beautiful," I said. Before she knocked, I had decided I'd tell her she looked beautiful whether I believed it or not. She knew I didn't think she needed plastic surgery, and I didn't want her thinking I believed she was ugly. But when I saw her, I sincerely believed she looked gorgeous. Carol had wanted to transform herself from a woman with a kind of girl-next-door appeal to someone who looked like she belonged on a red carpet. She now looked like many southern California women who'd gotten procedures.
"Thank you," she said, smiling. "I'm happy with the way I look now. There's only one problem, but it should go away soon."
"If there's a problem, I can't see it," I said.
"I'll show you," Carol replied, taking me by the hand and leading me to my bedroom.
She was wearing a very flattering sweater that made it clear her breasts were noticeably bigger than before. Carol pulled off the sweater, unclasped her bra, and stood there topless. Her boobs were different, and not in a good way. They sat very high on her chest and looked unusually firm. They had a hemispherical shape instead of the teardrop shape of her former breasts. Carol's boobs no longer looked natural. I imagined that they probably looked great in low-cut clothing, but not so great nude.
"The doctor says it will take a while for my boobs to drop down where they belong. They should look more natural then," Carol said. "But I need help with something to make that happen."
"What kind of help do you need?" I asked.
"I need someone to massage my breasts. A lot," Carol said. "Do you know anyone who could do that for me?"
I laughed. "I think I could give you a hand," I said.
We stripped off the rest of our clothes and climbed into bed. Carol laid on her back, and I got right to work. Normally I caress Carol's boobs gently. She let me know she wanted something more like a deep tissue massage. "Does this hurt?" I asked.
"No. The pain is gone. The swelling and bruising are almost gone. Getting my boobs to drop to a more natural position is the only thing left," she said. "The boob job hurt the most, although the nose job was almost as bad."
"I'm sorry you were in pain," I said.
"It was no big deal. I took painkillers for three days. Aspirin after that. It wasn't nearly as bad as the time my wisdom teeth were extracted. God, that was a nightmare. This was nothing in comparison."
As I massaged Carol's boobs, we both became increasingly aroused. As I used my hands to massage her breasts, I added my lips and tongue to suck and lick her nipples. Soon she was gasping for breath.
"I think that's enough massage," she said breathlessly. "Pay some attention to my pussy."
My hand slid down over her belly. It felt different. She told me that the surgeon planned to remove some fat from her abdomen and inject it into her butt. Carol had always had nice firm abs, but now she looked like a fitness model. The area around her waist seemed more sculpted. Clearly, the surgeon was a real artist.
