But, what I noticed the most was that her breasts were huge! I’m not too familiar with bra cup sizes but I think my wife wore a B cup. What she had now easily had to be a DD cup size. Her breasts bounced as she began to walk very sexily in her high heels. As she approached me, she was wearing a smile and then it faded. Like she was remembering her old life or something and that I was still part of it somehow, whether she wanted me to be or not. She had a look of disdain on her face, but she still kissed me on the cheek, leaving a big pair of red lip marks on my cheek. She had on dark red lipstick. Irene never wore make-up, but she seemed to have an abundance of it on now.
Her eyelashes were long and thick; she had on thick eyeliner that made her eyes look like cat eyes and a shadow of darkness over her eyelids. She looked like she could be a model on the cover of a magazine. She looked amazingly hot. It was hard to believe that this was my tiny little mousy wife that I had been with for eleven years.
“Hello darling.” She said as she kissed me and headed over to the baggage claim area.
“Hello Irene.” I said. “How was your trip?”
“It was absolutely fabulous darling.” She was talking with some sort of a California accent or something, like you see on those reality television shows that take place in Beverly Hills.
“Well, you definitely look different.” I said.
“Do you like my new look?” She asked me spinning around for me to look at her at all angles.
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