Cuckold Transformation Pt. 03

Chapter 01: Warming up for the night

As John and Sarah pull up to their house after their trip to the supermarket, she finally turns off her phone and looks to her husband. "Hey, do you think you could take care of the groceries this time? I really want to take a long bath and do my nails before we go to the bar." She gives him a pleading look, knowing full well that he won't be able to say no. "Sure Sarah, of course" says John with a "not big deal" tone in his voice.

They both get out of the car and John starts unloading the groceries from the trunk. "Thanks, babe," she says, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. John just grunts in response, already lugging the first bag up the front steps.

On the one hand, she's glad that he's willing to do with everything she asks. But on the other hand, she can't help but feel a tiny bit of pity for he's being too submissive, still getting used to it. But quickly she shakes her head, pushing the thought aside. She has more important things to worry about, like getting ready for their night out, so she heads inside, already planning out her outfit and makeup in her head.

As she walks through the front door, she calls out to John. "Hey, do not forget to put the avocados in the fridge. I don't want them to go bad."

John's voice drifts back from the kitchen. "Yeah, yeah, I got it." Sarah can't help but smile to herself.

With that thought in mind, she heads upstairs to start getting ready. She's already looking forward to their night out, and she knows that with this new version of John by her side, it's going to be really funny.

After less than ten minutes, Sarah slowly descends the stairs, her bare feet padding softly on the plush carpet. She's wrapped in a fluffy white robe, her hair still dry and loose around her shoulders. She can hear John moving around in the kitchen, the sound of cabinets opening and closing, and the rustle of plastic bags.

She enters the kitchen silently, leaning against the doorframe with a mischievous smile on her lips. John is too busy putting away the groceries to notice her at first, his muscles straining against the fabric of his shirt as he lifts a heavy bag onto the counter.

When he finally turns around and sees her standing there, he does a double-take, his eyes widening in surprise. "What happened?" he asks, his voice laced with confusion.

Sarah plays coy, batting her eyelashes and tilting her head to the side. "Don't you like my new dress?" she asks, gesturing to the robe wrapped around her body.

John chuckles, shaking his head. "What? I mean...You're beautiful anyway, but..?"

Sarah's laugh is light and musical, filling the room with its warmth. "I just decided to open a bottle of wine and have a glass in the tub. Do you want to join me after you're done in here?"

The invitation is clear in her voice, and John's eyes flicker down to the robe, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows. "Is that an invitation?" he asks, his voice low and husky.

Sarah's smile is sultry, her eyes shining with mischief. "Maybe it is," she says, her voice barely above a whisper.

John's eyes darken with desire, and for a moment, it seems like he might abandon the groceries and join her in the tub right then and there. But he takes a deep breath, trying to regain his composure. "Well, I'll finish up in here as fast as I can," he says, his voice still rough with want.

Sarah's smile is triumphant, and she knows she has him exactly where she wanted. With a little wave, she turns and heads back upstairs with a red wine bottle in one hand and one glass in the other, her hips swaying seductively beneath the robe.

As John puts away the groceries, he can't help but reflect on Sarah's behavior. "What is she thinking after all? First, she spent the morning flirting with that guy right in front of me!" he thinks to himself. "But then she comes down here looking all sexy and inviting me to drink wine with her in the tub. Maybe Claire was right, maybe I just need to focus on making her happy and not worry too much about the whole thing. After all, she did come home with me."

He shakes his head, trying to clear his thoughts. "But still, it's not like I can just ignore it. I mean, what if she takes it too far next time? What if she actually does something with one of these guys?"

John sighs, running a hand through his hair. "I don't know, maybe I'm just overthinking it. She did say she was just joking around, right? Or she did not? Anyway, she does look really happy right now. I guess I'll just have to trust her. And if something does happen, well, I'll deal with it then."

With a resigned sigh, John finishes putting away the groceries and goes upstairs to see what awaits him.

As John enters the bathroom, the warm and humid air envelops him, carrying with it the scent of lavender and rose from Sarah's bubble bath. The room is dimly lit, with only a few candles placed strategically around the tub, creating a soft and romantic glow. He can hear the gentle sound of water sloshing around as Sarah shifts in the tub, her eyes closed and a contented smile on her face.

Walking closer to the tub, John can see that Sarah is almost completely submerged in the water, with only her head and one arm resting on the edge of the tub. Her wet hair is slicked back, revealing her delicate neck and shoulders. Her free hand holds a glass of red wine, which she brings to her lips to take a slow sip, her eyes fluttering open to meet John's gaze.

The sight of her like this, so relaxed and at ease, takes John's breath away. He can feel his heart rate increasing as he takes in the curves of her body beneath the water, the way the bubbles cling to her skin, and the soft glow of the candlelight reflecting off her wet skin.

As John approaches, Sarah opens her eyes and takes another slow, deliberate sip of her wine. She looks up at him with a mischievous glint in her eye, and in a calm and charming tone, as if she were asking him about the weather, she asks, " Hey John, listen, let me ask you something: how do men prefer their pussies: shaved or hairy?"

John's face turns bright red as Sarah's question lingers in the air. The once romantic vibe in the room is now replaced with an awkward tension. He feels a pang in his chest as he realizes that Sarah asked about men's preferences and not his own. It's like she grouped him with every other guy out there, making him feel like just another faceless male.

His heart races as he tries to come up with a response. He wants to dismiss it as a joke, but he can't shake the feeling that Sarah is testing him, waiting to see how he'll react. He looks into her eyes, trying to read her expression, but she's giving nothing away.

Taking a deep breath, he tries to answer as calmly as possible. "I, um, I don't know," he stammers, feeling like an idiot. "I mean, it's not like I've really thought about it much."

Sarah raises an eyebrow at him, a sly smile playing on her lips. "Really, John!?" she says, her voice dripping with disbelief. "You've never thought about it? Not even once?"

John's mind races as he tries to come up with an answer that will satisfy Sarah. He stammers a bit, trying to figure out if she wants him to say that he doesn't care about it or if she's trying to initiate some sort of dirty talk. Finally, he takes a deep breath and says, "I, uh, I guess I prefer shaved."

Sarah laughs and shakes her head, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Oh, I already know your specific taste, John," she says, teasingly. "I've noticed that every time you go down on me and I'm not completely shaved, you get all fussy. What I really wanna know is what men in general prefer."

John's cheeks flush even more at the implication that he's not a "real" man. "I-I guess it depends on the guy," he stammers, "b-but probably most men prefer shaved."

Sarah's smile widens, and she takes another sip of her wine. "So shaved it is," she says, her voice confident and decisive.

Sarah, still lounging in the tub, adds another question. "Um...another question, do guys really expect to get in the back door when they're dating a girl? Or is that just some porn bullshit?"

John, still standing in the bathroom, feels a little uncomfortable with the question but tries to answer as casually as possible. "I don't know, maybe it's just some propaganda. I mean, we've never done it, right?"

Sarah rolls her eyes and sits up a little in the tub, her voice getting a little louder. "C'mon John, don't be a prude. Again, I'm not talking about you, I'm talking about guys in general. And you know damn well your dick ain't big enough for my booty anyway."

John blushes a little at the comment but tries to keep his cool. "Yeah, I guess some guys might be into that. But it's not like, a requirement or anything."

Sarah, with a mischievous grin on her face, speaks as if she's thinking out loud, "I mean, if a guy doesn't straight up demand it, but a girl offers to do it... that's like, insanely hot, right?" She looks up at John, who's still standing in the bathroom, with a raised eyebrow.

John scratches his head, looking confused. "Uh, why are you suddenly asking me all this stuff about sex, babe?"

Sarah rolls her eyes, taking a sip of her wine. "Jeez, John, it's not that big of a deal. I'm just curious, you know? Now that we're taking our relationship to the next level, I feel like I can finally ask you these things without you freaking out."

John still looks lost, so Sarah decides to spell it out for him. "Look, I'm not some innocent little girl anymore. I have needs and desires, and I want to make sure we're both on the same page. So, if you can't handle a little bit of dirty talk, then maybe you're not the one for me."

John's eyes widen, and he quickly tries to backtrack. "No, no, babe, I can handle it! I'm just, uh, not used to it, that's all."

Sarah smirks, satisfied with his response. "Good. Now, let's finish up our wine and get ready to go to the bar. I have a feeling tonight is going to be very interesting."

As John frowns and asks Sarah if she's already leaving the hot tub, he sounds a bit disappointed. "I thought we were gonna do something in here, you know since you told me to come up and join you once I was done with the groceries," he says, trying to sound suave but coming off as a bit clueless.

Sarah, who had been toweling off her hair, smirks a little at his question. "Oh don't worry about that, I have a better idea actually, " she says, her voice dripping with suggestion.

John's eyes widen as Sarah slowly emerges from the hot tub, her wet and glistening body on full display. She walks towards him, the water dripping from her skin and leaving a trail on the floor. John's mouth goes dry as she approaches, his heart pounding in his chest.

"What's your better idea?" John manages to ask, his voice barely above a whisper.

Sarah doesn't respond right away, instead, she continues to walk towards him until she's standing just inches away. She then leans her body against his, her wet and naked skin pressing against his clothes. John can feel the warmth of her body, the softness of her curves, and it's all he can do to not lose control right then and there.

Sarah then tilts her head up and gives him a slow, sexy kiss, her tongue flicking against his. John's hands instinctively wrap around her waist, pulling her closer against him.

When they finally break apart, Sarah looks at him with a mischievous smile. "You're going to dress me for the night," she says, her voice sounding bitchy and seductive at the same time.

John's breath hitches in his throat as he feels Sarah's wet, naked body press against him. His clothes are now soaked and clinging to his skin, and he can't ignore the rock-hard erection straining against his pants. He swallows hard, trying to focus on the conversation, but his mind is clouded with lust. "What-what do you mean by dressing you?" he manages to choke out, his voice thick with desire.

Sarah smirks and leans in closer, her lips brushing against his ear. "I want you to pick out every tiny piece of the outfit I'm gonna wear tonight," she whispers, her breath hot and heavy. "And then, I want you to help me put it on, piece by piece." John's cock twitches at the thought, and he can't help but let out a low groan.

Sarah's hand gently grips John's pulsating cock over his pants, feeling the precum already soaking the fabric. "Seems like you're fucking loving the idea, aren't you?"

Sarah then roughly grabs his hand and drags him through their bedroom, her wet and naked body leaving a trail of water behind her. She walks with a dominant, confident stride, her hips swaying seductively and her perky ass cheeks bouncing with each step.

John's eyes are glued to Sarah's wet and naked body as she leads him to the closet. He can't help but stare at her beautiful round ass, which bounces like in a hypnotic trance. The sight of her wet skin glistening in the dim light of the bedroom only adds to his growing desire. He can feel his cock straining against his pants, begging to be released.

As they reach the closet, Sarah turns to face him, her eyes locked onto his. Sarah then grabs John's right hand and brings it to her mouth, slowly sucking on two of his fingers. John's eyes widen as he feels her wet, warm mouth enveloping his fingers.

She then takes his hand and brings it down to her pussy, massaging it with his wet, drooled fingers. John's heart is pounding in his chest as he feels her wetness and heat through his fingers.

Sarah looks up at John, her eyes filled with lust and a hint of dominance. "I want you to pick out everything I'm going to wear tonight. Dress, bra, panties, shoes, everything. And I promise you, I'll wear whatever you pick. But you better not disappoint me, John." She lets go of his hand and stands up, walking towards the bedroom to dry herself off.

John is left standing in the closet, his fingers still wet and sticky from Sarah's saliva and the scent of her pussy lingering on them. His heart is racing and his dick is so hard it's almost painful, straining against the fabric of his pants. He can't believe what just happened, how Sarah took control and made him feel so helpless and turned on at the same time.

He knows very well that she wants him to pick out a slutty outfit for her to wear at the bar, something that will show off her body and attract attention from other guys. It's obvious from the way she talked about it earlier, and from the way she's been acting since they got back.

But if he does what she wants, if he picks out something skimpy and revealing, it will be like admitting that he's okay with it, that he's willing to let her flaunt herself in front of other men.

But how can he say no to her, how can he disobey her, when she's already gotten him so worked up, when she's already shown him that she's in charge? He can still feel the warmth of her pussy on his fingers, can still taste the faint hint of her on his lips. He's never felt so conflicted, so torn between his own desires and his sense of what's right.

John's expression is a total bummer as he struts back into the bedroom, clutching some clothes and high heels. He tried his damn hardest to pick out something that would make Sarah's heart flutter, but he can't shake the feeling that he was just being played.

Sarah, on the other hand, is beaming with excitement as she sees John return with the outfits. She's sitting on the edge of the bed, completely dry now except for her hair, which is still damp and slightly disheveled. The sight of her naked, perky body makes John's dick twitch in his pants.

"Oh my god, I'm like, so excited to see what you picked out for me!" Sarah squeals, her voice oozing with eagerness. John lays the clothes out on the bed next to her.

Sarah's eyes quickly scan over the clothes that John had picked out, but she doesn't say a word. Instead, she fixes him with a stern, bitchy look and says, "Alright, John, I want you to show me what you chose and why you chose it. You can start with the underwear."

John's face turns bright red as he awkwardly rummages through the clothes, trying to find the lingerie he had picked out. He finally pulls out a tiny, black lace thong and holds it up for Sarah to see. "Um, I chose this one because it's, uh, the smallest one you have and it won't, like, show through your clothes or anything," he stammers, avoiding eye contact.

Sarah's face breaks into a wicked grin as she extends her legs and says, "Good choice, John. Now, be a good husband and put it on me."

John slowly approaches Sarah, his hands trembling as he holds the delicate piece of fabric. He tries to be as gentle as possible, but his clumsy fingers fumble with the thong, causing Sarah to let out a giggle. "Oh, John, you're so adorable," she coos, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, John manages to slip the thong onto Sarah's slender hips. He can't help but steal a quick glance at her naked, toned body again, his dick twitching in his pants.

Sarah, now with her panties on, looks at John's bulge with a playful smirk. "Damn, babe," she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "you seem more excited about dressing me up than undressing me. What's up with that?"

John's face turns a deep shade of red and he stammers, "N-no, it's just... you're so hot and I can't stop thinking about you in these clothes."

Sarah's smirk turns into a full-blown grin and she says, "Well, I'm glad to know I have that effect on you. Now, let's see what else you picked out for me."

John's face is still flushed as he holds up an red and black lace bra, "I thought this would look good on you and it matches the panties."

Sarah's eyes light up and she says, "Ooh, I love it! C'mon, put it on me." She raises her arms, allowing John to slide the bra straps over them. He fumbles with the clasp in the back, his fingers shaking slightly. Sarah giggles at his awkwardness but doesn't say anything. After a few moments of struggling, John finally manages to fasten the bra.

"There, all done," he says, stepping back to admire his handiwork. Sarah turns to face him, her arms still raised, and strikes a playful pose.

"How do I look, babe?" she asks, a mischievous glint in her eyes. John's face flushes with embarrassment, but he can't deny the effect she's having on him.

"You look amazing, as always," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. Sarah's smile widens, and she lowers her arms, giving him a quick wink.

Sarah turns her attention to the rest of the clothes laid out on the bed, her eyes zeroing in on a dress. "Alright, babe, show me what else you picked and why," she says, her tone leaving no room for argument.

John, feeling ashamed but also aroused, obediently picks up the dress and holds it out for Sarah to see. It's a black, short dress that hugs the body and leaves the legs almost completely exposed. The neckline is low, showing off a generous amount of cleavage.

"I-I know you wanted me to pick something more... sexy," John stammers, his face flushing. "So, I thought this would be a good choice."

"I knew you wouldn't disappoint me. You did good, babe. Real good." she says.

"You know, John, I'm really happy with how you've been smarter since you started the sessions with Claire," she says, her voice dripping with sweetness. John's face flushes with embarrassment, but he can't help but feel a sense of pride at the compliment.

Sarah stands up from the bed, her panties and bra now on, and raises her arms again without saying a word. She simply looks at John with a smirk on her face, as if waiting for him to put the dress on her.

He can feel his heart beating in his chest as he gets closer to her, and his dick is still painfully hard in his pants. He eventually manages to slip it over her head and down her body, but not without some struggle. Sarah giggles at his clumsiness but doesn't offer any help.

Once the dress is on, Sarah's smirk turns into a genuine smile. She looks down at herself and then back at John, her eyes shining with excitement. "You did good, babe," she says, her voice dripping with approval. "I can't wait to show off this outfit tonight."

Sarah takes a moment to admire herself in the mirror, sticking her ass out and spinning around to get a full view.

As she's admiring herself, she notices the pair of heels that John brought in with the clothes. "Oh, I almost forgot about these!" she exclaims, her voice dripping with excitement. She grabs the black ankle-strap high stilettos and shows it to John, a mischievous smirk on her lips. "Why'd you pick heels so high and a dress so short, babe? You trying to help all the guys at the bar get a good look at my ass?" she says, giggling at her own joke.

John's face turns a deep shade of red, and he stammers out a response. "N-no, I just thought you'd look good in them, that's all," he says, trying to defend himself.

Sarah's smile softens, and she reaches out to gently touch his cheek. "Aww, you're so sweet, babe. I'm so lucky to have you."

Sarah sits back down on the bed, her legs stretched out in front of her. She looks at John expectantly, once again not saying a word. John picks up the heels and kneels down in front of her, putting them in her feet.

Once the heels are on, John looks up at Sarah, who is now with a more serious expression. "Give each of my feet a kiss," she commands, her voice dripping with authority. John hesitates for a moment, but then leans in and presses a quick kiss to each of her feet.

"Perfect!," Sarah says, her tone softening slightly. "Now babe, go to the bathroom and get my hairbrush. I want you to brush my hair while I explain what's going to happen at the bar tonight."



John nods and stands up, more and more quiet, heading to the bathroom to retrieve the hairbrush. He can't shake the feeling of unease that's been building in the pit of his stomach, but he's also too turned on to disobey Sarah.

When John comes back into the bedroom, Sarah is still sitting on the edge of the bed. She looks up at him as he approaches, her expression more serious than before.

"Good, you're back," she says, her voice dripping with authority. "Now, I want you to brush my hair. And when I say you're done, I want you to go to the closet and pick out an elegant outfit for yourself to wear tonight. Since you don't know how to do it for me, at least not yet, I'll be doing my nails while you get ready. "

"Now, about the bar. You've been great today, but if you want an A+, what happens in the bar will be crucial. I don't want to deal with any whining or childish behavior. I expect you to be a complete gentleman, to open doors for me, to pull out my chair, and to make sure I'm comfortable at all times. Is that clear?" says Sarah with a bossy tone in her voice.

"Um..yeah, sure Sarah. I think I can do that," answers John with an uncertain feeling in his mind.

"Great! I can't wait for the night!"