Perfect Wife, Perfect Life

The bright flash subsides and your eyes adjust to see the result of your thoughts. A big smile crosses your face as you see the absolute bombshell who stands before you. The frumpy Alexis is replaced by what you were hoping she was going to be when you messaged her. Lexi's hair was platinum blonde and in loose curls fell perfectly down to her lower back. Her face was in a knowing smirk as her plump lips were covered in pink lip gloss. Her face was immaculately made up accentuating her bright blue eyes. Her tits were perfect, pushed up and together they were spilling out of her tight, pink crop top. They must have been DD cups or bigger you thought. Her waist was practically tiny as she showed off her tight midriff and gaudy belly button piercing. She had a tiny and tight, black miniskirt that was very short but also sat low on her hips, showing the straps of her pink thong. Her ass pushed out the skirt in a way that made it obvious she worked on her glutes. Her long legs were soft and smooth ending in a pair of 8" wedge sandals.

She was perfect, but that wasn't a surprise as the thing you were thinking as you pulled the trigger was "perfect wife". Lexi was wearing the biggest wedding ring you had ever seen, it must have been expensive. 'Her dad helped pay for it' a thought in your head told you. Suddenly a ton of new memories came flooding in of the two of you. You had began dating in High school. She was two years younger than you now instead of two years older. She was still the bitchy cheerleader you remember but now instead of changing in college, she joined a sorority with like minded girls and then dropped out after a year, when you proposed. You specifically remember her saying there was no reason to go to college anymore as she was only there to find a husband. She constantly told you about how she wanted to be a trophy wife, with her only job be looking hot everyday.

Marriage had been good for you too since Lexi was extremely wealthy, and her dad had taken a liking to you. Since she was your wife you had access to her considerable trust fund that made you absolutely loaded now. You could feel your dick getting hard as you looked at your hot trophy wife. She bit her lip and spoke in the sexiest voice you had ever heard.

"Oh you didn't get enough at lunch? Do you want me to take care of that?" She said pointing to your crotch and unlocking her car. It was a huge Range Rover now with tinted windows. Memories of the two of you fucking in the back seat flooded your head and only made your dick harder.