The Cuckold Transformation Pt. 02

Chapter 01: The Supermarket

Sarah and John stroll into the supermarket on a Saturday morning, hand in hand. Sarah is feeling more confident and free than ever before, wearing a short, form-fitting dress that shows off her curves and a pair of high heels that make her legs look incredible. She knows that she looks good, and she isn’t worried about showing it off.

He just had a therapy session with Claire, who’s been trying to get him to be more chill and less possessive of Sarah. Claire says Sarah’s flirting is no big deal, and John should be happy other guys are checking her out. But John’s not so sure. He’s trying to be cool but isn’t always that easy.

As they walk through the aisles, Sarah can’t help but notice the admiring glances that she is getting from other men. She feels a sense of power and control that she has never felt before. She knows that John is watching her, and she loves the idea of making him feel a little jealous.

John’s trying to keep it together, but he’s definitely feeling some type of way. He doesn’t want to mess up the progress he’s made in therapy, but he also doesn’t want to be a total pushover. But even though he’s feeling a little uneasy, John’s got to admit that Sarah looks amazing. He’s proud to be her man, and he doesn’t want to do anything to mess that up.

Sarah and John browse the aisles of the supermarket, Sarah stops in front of a shelf stocked with canned goods. She stretches up on her tiptoes to reach a can of black beans on the top shelf, causing her short dress to ride up and expose her thighs. As she reaches for the can, a man walking by does a double take and checks out her ass.

Sarah notices the man’s gaze and smirks to herself, enjoying the attention. When the man walks away, she turns to John with a mischievous grin on her face.

“Did you see that guy checking me out, John?” she asks, holding up the can of black beans as if it’s a trophy.

John tries to play it cool, pretending he didn’t notice anything. “What guy?” he says, feigning ignorance.

Sarah rolls her eyes playfully. “Oh come on, John. The guy who was practically drooling over my ass just now. Don’t tell me you didn’t notice.”

John hesitates for a moment, unsure of how to respond. He doesn’t want to admit that he saw the man checking Sarah out, but he also doesn’t want to lie to her. Finally, he settles on a noncommittal response.

“I don’t know, Sarah. I wasn’t really paying attention.”

Sarah raises an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed with John’s answer. “Well, maybe you should start paying more attention, John. After all, I am your wife. You should be proud to show me off.”

John’s face contorts in confusion. “Proud? Why should I be proud to show you off?”

Sarah’s voice takes on a playful, yet slightly dominant tone. “Well, because I’m hot, John. Don’t you think I’m hot?” She runs her fingers through her long, wavy hair, accentuating her curves in the tight-fitting dress.

John stammers, trying to find the right words. “Of course, you’re hot, Sarah. But that doesn’t mean I want other men looking at you like that.”

Sarah raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. “So you’re jealous, then? Is that it?”

John’s face flushes with embarrassment. “No, I’m not jealous. I just don’t want other men disrespecting you.”

Sarah’s expression softens, but her eyes still hold a glint of mischief. “John, I can handle myself. I can wear whatever I want and still demand respect. You don’t have to be jealous or protective. Just be proud to be with me. And besides, all men check out a woman’s ass. It’s natural. You should be proud that your wife has an ass that can turn heads.”

Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she watches John struggle to come up with an answer. She takes a step closer to him, her body brushing against his. “Come on, John, let me ask one thing. How many men do you think check out my boobs, only today?”

John swallows hard, feeling his face flush with embarrassment. “I don’t know, Sarah,” he mumbles, avoiding her gaze.

“Then guess!” says Sarah promptly, indicating she wants a specific answer from him.

“I don’t know Sarah.