Hubby Becomes a Queen of Spades (Interracial, Cuckolding, Gender Bender Erotica)

By Bobbi Love

After getting fired from his job, a weak and useless husband is slowly feminized by his corporate-driven wife who thinks he looks better in silk and lace.

Things become more complicated when the wife's black boss takes a bulging interest in the sexy new "woman" tottering around on her high heels like a baby deer. Sensing "her" hesitation, the large black man decides to take things into his own dominant hands. There is a dark dance club, a dress which is too short, and some really bad decisions. One thing leads to another, and the once happily married couple, so perfectly matched, now find themselves even closer than before, sharing everything from clothes to men.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bobbi Love
• Release date: Jun 21, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463106006

Bobbi Love

Hi, I'm Bobbi Love. Obviously, this is not my real name. This is only my fake name. Hm, what else? Well, I'm from Texas. I was born in 1985. I've always had a very dirty imagination, I suppose. I wrote my first "novel" when I was eleven years-old. (It was about a group of mermaids who started an all-girl band, ha ha.) But after that I sort of stopped writing. Then I went to an all-girl college in Texas. Now I'm married to one of the best guys in the world. Unfortunately, he has no idea what a dirty, depraved, messed-up woman he has on his hands. Ha ha. Well, I hope you guys enjoy my stories. Please feel free to leave comments, or suggestions, or reviews or whatever. KK, thx!

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Hubby Becomes a Queen of Spades

Interracial, Cuckold, Gender Bender Erotica

Copyright 2019 Bobbi Love

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Table of Contents

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

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Part One

After nearly a year of unemployment, my wife seemed to finally accept that she was married to a real wimp.

It was so humiliating.

Nobody else would hire me after I was fired for my drinking. I was too old to start over and too young to retire. Both my self-confidence and my libido suffered. Soon I began seeing a psychiatrist who prescribed pills which helped my depression, but not my sex drive.

My psychiatrist, Dr. Amy Lee, was a buxom Asian woman in her mid to late 30's.

The no-nonsense shrink wore her long black hair up high on her head, and designer power suits which hugged the contours of her fertile hourglass figure. She told me not to worry since lots of guys like me were having similar problems in the bedroom these days. She called it White Male Impotence Syndrome. She said she was considering writing a book on the topic of the impotent white males. Impotence —I hated that fucking word. And every time the word impotence was mentioned in her office, a small cruel smirk would tug on the ends of her full oriental lips like a triumphant pussy cat.

Meanwhile, my wife's career couldn't have been going better.

She was the breadwinner now.

Despite Tiffany's lack of a college degree, my wife had managed to secure a job in a pharmaceutical company located in a big downtown building. In just a few short years she'd gone from answering telephones to being a sales rep, which meant having her own office to see clients in. She was even making more money than I ever had!

One night, I overheard Tiffany talking on the phone with one of her sisters, a lawyer in California, referring to me as her pretty house husband. And then she referred to herself as a boss bitch. From then on the terms were used frequently in our household, thus beating down some of my last claims to manhood.

This, obviously, did not help my impotence.

With our shifting of roles, I suppose it was only natural that my lovely wife would become more aggressive with me at home. She lost her patience with me so easily. She expected me to take on all the domestic duties including shopping and laundry.

By the way, I said one night after I'd cooked dinner and already started cleaning up the kitchen. Tiffany, dear, I was wondering if I could take out a little extra money from the ATM. I need to buy some stuff at the mall.

Fine, whatever, Tiffany said sharply. Sometimes I feel like I married a teenage girl!

She started laughing a shallow, bitter laugh.

Folding my arms across my chest, I said, What does that mean?

It means you spend more time at that goddamn mall spending my goddamn money than any trophy wife I've ever heard of.

I'm not a trophy wife, I said.

No shit.

Excuse me?

Good thing you got yourself a boss bitch out there running shit in the world.

Hurt, and confused, I replied back to my wife, Why are you being so mean to me?

Behind a sly smirk now, my wife replied, You should listen to how you talk. Reminds me of how the secretaries at work talk. Jesus Christ, all day I'm surrounded by chicks! It cracks me up. Probably because your estrogen levels are getting so high lately.

Estrogen?

Don't worry, girl, lots of guys have higher estrogen levels now. It's very common. The future is women!

Well my hormones are just fine, I said, trying to ignore her condescending look now. Wait, did you just call me girl?

Don't get your panties in a bunch, said my wife, using that expression which always left me feeling a bit uncomfortable. Then she reached into her Gucci handbag, snagged two pink pills, and slid them across the table. "You've been taking the pills I've been giving you