You buy a new wife

Chapter 3

The trip downtown is short. Patriot Hills is small enough to be easily accessible and big enough to have everything at your fingertips. And you're in a hurry. Your wife is sitting in the back seat with her collar strapped on, staring out the window with a blank face, but your mind is already in the future. You're a hard-working man in Cascadia. You deserve something good to start your new job.

So the tires of your Camaro SS squeak a little as you pull into the well-kept parking lot of Shop and Fuck. As a gentleman, you open the door for your wife, untie her leash, take it in your hand and lead her towards the big, expensive store. No more stupid fucksluts like Tammy with broken minds and more fear than brains. You want something with quality, not just in terms of the fuck organs. You want a loving, smoking hot wife.

“Here we are,” you say to your wife, looking deep into her eyes and allowing her a brief moment of humanity before you leave her forever. “It was a good time.” You smile warmly and reach between her legs. She is naked under her skirt and you know how to make her wet, a nice gesture for the last day together. “Any last words for your husband? I haven’t allowed you to say something like that in a long time.” She looks at you stupidly, a result of too many sessions with the obedience trainer. “Come on honey. One last sentence before we never see each other again? Something for your daughters perhaps?” Your wife thinks deeply and uses her last chance to have contact with her beloved family.

“Was I a good wife for you?” Typical woman. No thought for her fellow human beings. Just selfish self-love. But that’s just how nature is and you can’t blame her and stroke her cheek.

“The best woman.” And you know she can’t do anything with it. Despite everything, you’ll sell her in exchange for a new model. That’s how you lead her into Shop and Fuck.

“Mister Calloway!” The chubby salesman comes towards you with a broad smile and as you shake his warm, fleshy hand, your police instinct takes in the surroundings. The expensive shop is already pretty empty and there are saleswomen on leashes at the cash registers in skimpy, revealing costumes, tits out and warm, plastic smiles on their faces. They were waiting for you.

“Everything ready?” you ask and let go of the man’s hand. You don’t want to hold the poor guy up any longer than necessary, but he does a good job, is friendly, funny and gives you a good shopping experience.

“I’m sure you will be delighted,” he grins with white teeth, points in the direction and together you stroll along the rows of shelves in which the collection of the month is displayed, lined and tied up. Hundreds of women are gathered in this store that prides itself on being able to cater to every taste. Herey, a man can buy what he need in the house. You, on the other hand, ordered something from the catalog. Stop and Fuck is one of those mega-companies that can be found all over the country, but that means it has access to the best goods. "We've really outdone ourselves this time." His hand lands on your shoulder. "But for the new police chief, no effort is too expensive." He smiles triumphantly, just like the salesman who sold you your sports car. "She's a real beauty." With that, he leads you to the VIP showroom. "Can I take this from you?" He points to your ex-wife. You nod, he hands you the papers, you sign. "So you're single now. Congratulations." The salesman snaps his fingers and your ex-wife gives you one last loving, understanding look. Then she is led to the used goods acceptance area by a **** to be checked in into the Stop and Fuck register. "We'll clean her, not that she needs that. You've taken excellent care of her, and with our code, you can track her down if you like. But now…”

The showroom is large and round and carpeted. A minibar on one side, a freshly made bed on the other. A scarcely dressed **** stands next to it, a cold bottle of champagne in hand. Another **** holds a suitcase full of sex toys. But you only pay attention to the curtain opposite you, behind which your new wife is waiting.

"Show me," you say. The salesman grins and pulls the curtain aside.

"She's a real beauty, isn't she?" asks the salesman.

A young woman dressed in black lingerie steps through the curtain. Wearing high heels, she is about your height, her large, heavy breasts bulge under the expensive fabric of her bra, her full lips, delicate nose, large eyes and round face framed by long, fragrant hair are exactly what you visualized in the online kiosk. "It wasn't easy and we had to search through the top ten percent of our offerings, but we found her." She stands in the room with a hint of a smile. Not afraid to present herself half-naked in front of you like the piece of meat she is, she waits and feels your scrutinizing glances on her perfect, trained young body. "Slim legs, slim waist and perfect breasts." The salesman whistles appreciatively. "She really is a work of art." Without asking, you let your fingers glide over the sides of her body.

"Pure skin," you murmur, feeling the warmth of her body on your fingertips while the young woman endures your touch without flinching.

"As requested," the salesman confirms. "She is exactly what you chose. Down to the last detail. We have tens of millions of women in our range, but finding her... It wasn't easy." He clearly wants a tip, but you're not finished yet. Of course you'll take her. You're a man and you made your decision quickly and precisely. But the salesman doesn't need to know that.

"Her body is sufficient," you grumble. The woman's dark, deep eyes follow you without much emotion as you walk around her and let your finger glide over her muscular bottom. "What about her extras?"

"She is one of our best class of goods," the salesman confirms with pride. "A Triple A Housewife. Tell him!” That’s how you hear the woman’s lovely voice.

“Hello Master,” she says, looking deep into your eyes. “I can cook 47 dishes, bake 36 dishes. I clean at triple A level, quickly and precisely. I can do all the sex positions prescribed by the government and seventeen more, optional ones. I can do dirty talk and have a master’s in caring sexuality and womanly behavior. Also…” You raise your hand and she immediately falls silent and looks straight ahead again when your attention is not on her.

“Brochure,” you say, and the salesperson hands you the thick instruction manual, which you will only skim through briefly. You are paying good money for a woman who can take care of herself.

“How you treat her is of course entirely up to you, but Stop and Fuck recommends that this model has access to excellent training equipment, beauty products, and she will ask you to take time to care for her body when she is not in use. This is high end wife material, as long as you take good care of her.”

“I already have a pleasure wife, so it shouldn’t be a problem to give her the time to keep her as… perfect as she is.” The salesman is overjoyed and the young woman also looks at you briefly while her lips twitch and her eyes become moist. You can’t say whether it’s out of joy or sadness and you don’t care.

“So we have a deal?” You look at him and put a hand on your new wife’s chest.

“Yes.”

"Excellent!" He claps his hands. "I'll get her papers right away!" He leaves the room briefly and you can continue to look at your new purchase. You can hardly wait to try it out and the other slaves' eyes are shyly directed towards the floor as you put your finger on the young woman's lips. "Here!" calls the salesman and shows you the documents. "This is the marriage contract." You sign. "Congratulations. This is the purchase receipt in case you want to bring her back. As promised, we have the tracking code for your former wife and we advise you to take out the extra insurance for external and internal damage that occurs to your new wife as a result of a healthy marriage. Stop and Shop offers the best conditions to keep your wife sexy and healthy, no matter what duties you demand of her in bed and in the marriage. We..."

"It's fine," you grin. "I'll take the extra insurance." Your new wife watches you without emotion as you sign the insurance with monthly installments. Two slaves come into the room with four large bags in their hands.

"And this is the basic **** ware for this model." He grins. Lots of sexy underwear from Stop and Fuck, uniforms, cosplay and kinky dresses. House duty uniforms for working in the house and of course dresses for going out. "And," he smiles, "the kinky collection you ordered. Dresses and gowns without showing much skin. For the illusion of a chaste bride." He grins. "We offer everything here." You just nod. "Then I hope you enjoy your new purchase," the salesman grins. "Would you like to try it out right now or..." But you shake your head, put your arm around your wife and lead her out of the room.

"My daughters can hardly wait to meet their new mommy."