She's a loving trophy wife

Your mind drifts to Good Housekeeping, the PGA tournament, the Cooking Channel. You've never had a bombastically beautiful wife who was willing to grant your every whim out of love, not necessity, but now you could.

When you opened your eyes, large tan tits were tightly bound to a chair, or at least they were. Your wife had lost so much weight, that the size of her tits were keeping tension in the rope alone. Her slender, toned stomach and figure was much smaller than before. You look past her massive valley of breast and lock eyes with a beautiful brunette. High cheekbones and full lips stared back at you as she grinned. "Honey? Why am I tied to a chair? Were we playing that game again?" Her voice is more sultry and motherly than you could have ever imagined. "No baby, let me get you out of there." You go for a pair of scissors and cut your new wife free. She stands and stretches towards the ceiling. She exposes her lean belly as her large tits lift her shirt into the air. Your wife has gained significant height and now is level with your own eyes.

"Honey, are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost." She places a hand on your cheek and pulls you in for a warm and wet kiss, "But that's alright, I'll make dinner. Just find me something good to cuddle to on the TV." She turns and bends for a low drawer to reach her apron. Her motherly booty stretches her jeans nearly to bursting. It seems they're form fitted to her somehow, riding her asscrack several inches deep, and emphasizing the shape and size of her butt. "Only magic could conjure such an ass," you think.

"Honey, you don't need to stare. You can touch the exhibit." Your wife beckons you to grope her, and you do. You catch handful after handful of titflesh and ass, but there's simply too much for you to handle. You continue squeezing and slapping to the best of your ability, but your new wife is too curvaceous. She adores your attempt despite you not being able to catch your fill. "Jesus Christ honey, it's like you've never done this before. Keep it up and I won't be able to finish dinner." You pepper her neck with loving kisses and she turns around to pin you to the wall. "Honey, I don't know what's into you right now, but I'm preoccupied." You hear the way her voice trembles, and you noticed the growing wet patch on her crotch.

You bring her close and whsiper in her ear, "We'll order takeout." The two of you kiss and embrace all the way to the living room on the couch. Despite your wife getting much younger, she's still not a teen. So it baffles you how she's hornier than any you've ever known. "Honey, let's do this. Right now on the sofa." You oblige your horny wife and pull your cock from your pants. In an instant you're inside of your new wife, and all is well. She feels heavenly when she rides cowgirl, and you love it. You feel yourself falling into another world, you see stars in the ceiling when suddenly.

"Micheal? Are you cheating on mom?" Your technical daughter has entered, and she's certainly angry. "Honey? Who's this?" Your new wife doesn't seem to recognize her own daughter, and vice versa. You might have an opportunity to make her daughter unrecognizable as well.