Becoming Elizabeth Chapter 1

My name is Jack and I'm 32, and this is the story of how I was transformed into a pretty, cock-hungry slut named Elizabeth by my wife.

I'm married to Debby, who is 44. Big age difference, huh? Well, it suits us just fine. How we met is a long convoluted story, but suffice to say that we were both married when we met, and both of our spouses had the sex drive of a rock. We started seeing each other on the sly, and Debby's husband found out about it. One thing led to another and we both got divorced. The funny thing is that my ex-wife and her ex-husband ended up together. They're happy living their asexual existence, and we're happy fucking like rabbits.

Debby is as sexual a woman I could have dreamed of having. It just takes a look to get her wet, and a smile to get her in the sack. She's overweight and that might turn some guys off. However, I loved her 44H tits, and her pussy was still as tight, wet and hot as any woman I'd ever slept with. She's also very down to earth, and refers to sex as "fucking", instead of the girly "making love" or "having sex". I like that in her.

I hate to use the phrase, "it all started one day when...", but no other phrase seems better. We had gone out to lunch, and our waitress was a cute young hottie with very large tits and a perfect little ass. She knew it and flaunted it...I'm sure it helped her tips. We were sitting in a booth in the restaurant, Debby across from me. From behind Debby, the waitress walked towards us and my eyes followed her, checking her out.

Now, I have no reason to want any other woman besides Debby. My wife loves to fuck, and loves doing kinky, nasty things in bed (and in the living room, and in the kitchen, and in the garage, and any other place that's handy). But, when presented with a seriously hot woman, I AM going to look. It's genetic, I can't help it. Debby knows, and it doesn't bother her.

As the waitress passed our booth, I looked at Debby and saw her eyes follow Little Miss Hottie's ass as she walked away. I laughed, leaned over towards her and said, "You got something to tell me?" She just rolled her eyes at me and laughed.