A quiet suburban marriage rots from the inside when Emily stumbles upon her husband's darkest secret: he's no man at all, but a simpering little sissy addicted to porn about black bulls breeding white wives. Years of frustration, neglect, and unsatisfied nights explode into a spiral of depravity when Emily invites Marcus?an older, widowed neighbor, built like an ox and hung like legend?to dinner. One "accidental" discovery of panties hidden away is all it takes to shatter the mask.
I wasn't looking for it. I swear I wasn't. That's what makes the whole thing worse. I wasn't snooping, I wasn't suspicious, I wasn't digging around. I was just upstairs, trying to be a good hostess while James and Marcus were downstairs setting the table.
We'd invited Marcus over for dinner. He was our neighbor, had been for years. Marcus was in his fifties, black, big-shouldered, tall, fit and strong, with a deep voice that carried across the street. Widowed.
He was the kind of man who made everyone smile when he walked into a room. People respected him. He had this air about him?calm, confident, strong. On the other hand, we were just the average sub-urban white couple with no children and nothing special to talk about. I mean, I was twenty eight and James was in his mid thirties. Surely, we should have started a family by now-.
Marcus had helped us out a lot over the years. Fixing things around the house James couldn't manage, mowing the lawn when James was sick. He was a good man, a good neighbor, and a friend. Dinner with him was supposed to be simple. A way of saying thanks, sharing a meal, catching up.
But then I went upstairs.
From that night forward, nothing is sacred. Emily finds herself transformed into a shrieking hotwife, screaming for more as Marcus takes her raw, her once-husband sobbing at her feet in lace. Jessie?the name James is given and never escapes?becomes the housewife he was meant to be: apron-clad, caged, and ordered to cook, clean, and serve while Marcus claims his wife. To Jessie, none of this newfound humiliation is punishment; it's pleasure.
"Yes," he choked out, his voice weak, high, girlish. "Yes, I want it."
Her smile turned sharp, sadistic. "Well, you're finally getting your wish, huh, honey?" She straightened up, her voice rising, taunting. "Tomorrow night, Marcus is coming over. And you're gonna sit there, and you're gonna watch-."
James's eyes flew open, wet with tears. "I-baby?please?"
Every chapter plunges Jessie further into feminization and humiliation?Marcus takes full control of the household, while Emily revels in her liberation. She mocks her husband's weakness even as she praises his submission, delighting in his transformation.
A story of one man's collapse into sissyhood, one woman's rebirth as a hotwife, and one bull's dominance over them both.
And just like Marcus says, he's not stopping until he makes one of them pregnant.
