Make a few little changes

You grip the wheel tightly as you drive, pondering your new situaition. Your mind is awhirl with a mixture of anger, hurt, betrayal, and oddly enough, a bit of amusement, because you now know that things are going to change with your new found power.

You glance at Stacey as she sits silently beside you, shifting a bit in her nervousness and fear. She may not have been a good wife, as you just found out, but you can't deny her skill at being a mother. She's done a great job raising your children.

Your mind starts to formulate just what changes there are going to be in your household and you sit as silently as Stacey is for a while before as you decide what changes you're going to make.

Your first thought is of Jeff and you make a mental note that the next time you see him, you're going to tell him never to come near your wife or children ever again. As a matter of fact, that would be letting him off too lightly. You decide that Jeff is going to move away. Far, far away. You grin as you decide that maybe Iraq would be a good place for him to move to, or some other war torn country. He'll decide which one when they meet again. But now for your own changes.

"So. You've been fucking around on me, have you? You hate having sex with me, huh?" you question and look at her, seeing the fear in her eyes as she nods.

"There are going to be changes Stacey," you begin," you're not going to like them, but I don't care," you add, glancing over and seeing her squirming in her seat.

"From this day until you die, you will NEVER lie to me, understand?" and she nods in acceptance.

"As for having sex with me, you're my wife and I'm the ONLY person you will EVER have sex with again, unless I say otherwise, got it? You said you hated having sex with me and you can go on hating it, but you will do what I want, where and when I want it. You will not even masturbate unless I say that you can, understood?" you look at her hard and grin as she dejectedly lowers her eyes and nods.

You know you could have made her into a hot, loving sex maniac to fulfil your every desire, and you still may do that in the future, but because of your feelings of anger and betrayal, you're amused at the idea of her having to put out against her wishes, kind of a poetic justice. You look over at her still shapely figure and decide on one more change.

"You didn't want to have a boob job as I would have liked you to, but you're going to get one and I'm going to choose just how big they're going to be."

You grin as she bristles at the thought. It would make her look even sexier to anyone that looks at her, but the only person that will get to enjoy that is you.

"Matter of fact, open your jacket so I can feel your tits Stacey," you say.

Her eyes go wide and you can see her jaw clench as she grits her teeth, but her hands move to unbutton the jacket of her tailored suit and she twists in her seat to lean towards you, holding her jacket open.

You reach out and feel her breasts through her expensive silk blouse, taking your time as you feel and fondle them, then ease you hand away.

"A good sized D cup, I think will do. Maybe even a double D," you chuckle as she furiously closes her jacket and sits silently fuming.