My name is Danny. I'm a thirty-four-year-old young man, and I work as a freelance business consultant. I have a nice income, and I am married to JoBeth, who is thirty, and she is a stunner. She has dark auburn hair, cut in a very cute bob, with legs for days and an amaaaazing ass! She is a realtor, five feet and eight inches tall and around 132 hella sexy pounds. She is so out of my league. I’m fucking lucky that I even know her name.

I remember the early days of our marriage very clearly. The whole thing was built around my sexual attraction to JoBeth. I couldn’t get enough of her. Don’t ever get me wrong about that, though, I truly loved her. She was my everything. I was willing to fight and die for her.

Despite being a bit of a douche-canoe, I had been able to win her over. I suppose miracles can happen. Once that had been achieved, however, my problem immediately became “Could I keep her?” That question dominated my life.

First up, she was easily irritated and was always impatient with me. That made me very insecure. She came from a well-to-do family, and although I made plenty of dough, she wanted me to make more. She didn’t even like the way I dressed. In addition, she complained that I was socially awkward at times, and that embarrassed her. Most of all, I was never quite sure if I satisfied her in bed, and that was a source of gnawing anxiety for me. Did I come too soon? Was my cock big enough? Was she looking at other guys? Was she fucking other guys? Every day, I dreaded the thought of losing her.

So, I knew in my heart that I just wasn’t enough for JoBeth. And I knew I would never be able to land a babe like her again. Because of that, I doted on her constantly. My male friends loved to josh me, telling me I was pussy-whipped and a pansy. Pussy-whipped? So sue me! I fucking loved every inch of her!

I freely admit that my problems with her were mostly my fault. In addition to my other shortcomings, I knew that I could be slow at times in responding to her needs and requests, and I also knew that I was something of a passive-aggressive prick a lot of the time. All of her female friends told me so.

She was also a lot smarter than me, and she let me know it. And she was bossy. Real bossy. That usually wasn’t that much of a problem for me, but when we were out in public or around our friends, it embarrassed the hell out of me! The thing is, if she had been a 5 instead of a 9.99, I would have dumped her cranky ass in a New York minute!

For the most part, though, we were able to keep our marriage functioning. If things got a little too testy, I would wait until bedtime when I made sure to eat her pussy in a particularly energetic and messy way. Or in a completely devoted way. That always turned her into a sweet little sex-kitten...for a while.

It all came crashing down, however, one typical suburban Saturday evening.

It was the first time JoBeth had brought up the subject. When she did, I was more than a little gobsmacked. Wait a minute! Did I hear her right?

She tried again a little louder. "I said, Danny, why don't you try on some of my clothes? You would look pretty in makeup and a tight skirt! You’ve got the ass for it.” My heart sank. Was that how she saw me?

I stalled for time in responding to her question.

Let's face it...I was a slob, and I suppose that had provoked her comment. I had been tooling around the house in my usual weekend paint-stained sweatpants and loose Green-Eyed Peas T-shirt. JoBeth, on the other hand, was looking gorgeous, all dolled up, and ready to go out. She looked mega-fuckable!

My mind started racing. To tell the truth, I had always had a sort of fetish for all of her "girl things" and watching her get ready to go out. My cock would get hard when I watched her standing in front of the bathroom mirror, fresh from the shower, taking sooo much time applying her makeup. And I also always noticed the very special way her French cut panties fit her ass. And it was so hot the way she'd step into them or how she would pull a tight little black dress over her head, then pull it down slowly over her body. Dude, my wife was the bomb, with features that a movie star would die for!

Gathering my courage, I responded, "Okay, babe, why not?" She was a little shocked to hear that, but she grabbed my hand and pulled me upstairs to our bedroom. I was scared out of my mind. I had no clear idea where this was headed.

Once in the bedroom, JoBeth ordered me to strip. As I stood there naked and vulnerable, she really lit into me. "You've never been a real man to me, Danny! That’s why I fuck other guys, the ones with big cocks! They fill me up and make me feel like a woman! I swear to god, Danny, living with you is like living with a woman!" Then she started throwing open drawers and closets, tossing clothes and makeup at me. "Put these on, you little pussy," she barked as she tossed a pair of her prettiest stilettos to me. "You're going to look like a real woman tonight! You're gonna look like a fucking whore when I get through with you!" She was pissed. I complied. Whenever she was pissed, I complied.

I delicately strapped on the heels. God, they made me feel sexy! And I was blushing. But I was also blushing from the humiliation of standing before my wife naked and in heels.

Then she let out a full-throated laugh and said, "Jesus, Danny, I can already tell that you're not gonna look like a lady. You're gonna look like a damned bimbo. You’re gonna look like you need to get fucked in every hole! From now on, Miss Thang, your name is Tiffani, and you call me ‘ma'am.’ And when I say jump, you jump, you prissy little fucker!

"Y-yes ma'am," I replied softly. My cock was shrinking, and my ego was dying.

JoBeth moved into my space. "Look here, I'll do your makeup, Tiffani. If you do it, you'll make a mess. A terrible mess. If you’re gonna do this, I want you to look perfect." Then she sat me down and took me through each step. "I want to make you look hot and stupid. I want you to look like you’re really cute, but you don’t have a brain in your head! That last part won’t be a stretch for you. You’ve always been a step slow!" she said, collapsing in a fit of giggles.

JoBeth began by applying primer to my face, Her strokes were careful, and that was hot because it made me feel like I was the center of attention. Her attention! Next came the foundation. She blended it flawlessly into my skin, watching me intently as the contours of my face became softer. “You’re such an asshole, Tiffani! You should be grateful that I am always so patient with you,” she whispered. Then she leaned in and kissed me sweetly. Then I almost fainted from the need and love I felt for her as she glided her brush over my cheekbones and my jawline. She created a look that made me look like a pure slut. Her pure slut! God, I loved that woman!

My eyes were glued to my reflection in the mirror. JoBeth took her time, and my cock hardened so much it hurt. She added blush to my cheeks and highlighter that brought out the angles of my face, along with eyeshadow that made my eyes pop. “You really are so pretty, Tiff. This is really working out! I might let you be my side-piece girlfriend,” she said. And with every touch of her little sponges and brushes, I saw myself becoming more of a beautiful, witless bimbo.

Then JoBeth exclaimed, "Why, Tiff! You look like a pretty teenage girl! You could be a prom queen! Unfortunately, as a guy, you're nothing special, but as a girl, you really turn me on! You're going to turn the world on!" Then she moved on to the final touches. She gave me a few strokes of mascara to make my lashes pretty. She even shaped my eyebrows, arching them to give my face a perpetual "surprised" expression.

By that time, my cock was standing up like a toy soldier. She noticed it and scoffed at me, "That little thing is useless, Tiff! It never satisfies me. Eventually, we might have to get rid of it! At any rate, you're gonna be my girlfriend, and I don't think either of us will be needing it! We might even have to lock it up."

Then she continued with even more mascara and several shades of eyeliner that gave my eyes a sort of Asian, hooded look. She added to my new look by ordering me into a pair of perilously high heels and a beautiful wig with big, bouncy curls. Then she gave me a long wet kiss with plenty of tongue and said, “I really like the way you look, Tiff! Just looking at you is making me wet!” The coup de grâce in the destruction of my masculinity came when she painted my freshly kissed lips, applying lip liner and a bright red, whorish shade of lipstick that screamed, "Get your blowjobs here!" This shit was getting dangerous!

I looked into the mirror and saw a depraved, but beautiful creature that I could barely recognize. My reflection wasn’t Danny, it was a “she!” And the “she” looking back at me was a featherbrained bimbo, hot as fuck and utterly dim-witted! My heart was pounding. I felt so sexy and dumb. That sorta suited me, though. And my rock-hard cock was aching for attention!!

My hands were trembling as I slipped on one of JoBeth’s tiny thongs, a rwd one that matched my lipstick. It was a size or two too small, but it felt soooo good! I could feel the back strip of the thong in my ass crack, and it turned me on. Then JoBeth smiled as she handed me a pair of nylons. "These are going to look sexy as fuck on you, Tiff," she said in her sultriest voice. I was almost swooning, and she knew what she was doing to me! What a witch! I struggled to get the nylons on correctly because I was such a clumsy fucker. All thumbs! I couldn’t even do that right! But once they were on, they felt sooo good!

As I rubbed my pretty nyloned legs, JoBeth berated me for my clumsiness in putting them on. Seeing me enjoy myself so openly, though, she became enraged and grabbed a short, tight skirt from her closet and threw it at me. Then she softened a little. "This will really show off your figure, Tiff, which I have to say is really not that bad. You've got the ass for this, for sure," she said with a laugh that cut right through me. "But remember, I don't want anyone seeing any sign of your silly cocklet down there. If you don't manage to hide it, bitch, I swear I'll spank your sissy ass and make you cry!" I was already almost crying because she was being so mean.

And the meanness wasn’t about to stop. Her eyes lit up as she grabbed her phone. "Rachel needs to see this, Tiff. She needs to be part of this!" Her voice was like a song. She was happy. I had made my wife happy! That helped me stifle my tears.

But now I was going to have a ‘Rachel’ problem. Rachel was JoBeth's hot friend, but she was also my frenemy. She could make my cock rise with just a glance, and she had always had a way of making me feel inadequate. The thought of her seeing me looking like a twitter-pated whore was terrifying, but I knew there was no stopping JoBeth now. She was loving this shit! All of this stuff might be the birth of Tiffani, but once JoBeth and Rachel got together, it was certainly going to be the end of Danny! You might as well play taps for Danny, motherfucker. And was JoBeth really going to lock up my cock? Lock it up? While Rachel watched? This shit was going way too fast!

After the call, I sat there on the couch tapping my pretty stilettoed foot nervously for about an hour waiting for Rachel to arrive while JoBeth continued to tease me. She made fun of my new look, grabbed one of my shapely ass cheeks and shook it, and said, "Look at that ass. Rachel's gonna love that ass, Miss Tiff! Everyone's gonna want a piece of that!"

JoBeth had been my best girlfriend ever. And she was now my wife, and I loved her so much! But now she was being so mean to me! Everything about me was merely an opportunity for her to laugh at me. However, her mean talk, although it broke my heart, only made my cock grow harder. It needed attention. It needed JoBeth. And soon!

Finally, Rachel came bursting through the front door. In typical Rachel fashion, she blurted out, "Danny, babe...I mean Tiffani...you look so amazing and so ridiculous. And so hot! You look like one of those bitches that you see hanging on some old rich guy's arm at Laker games! Don't go out in the world looking like this, babe, or you're gonna get fucked! But maybe that's what you want! I'm gonna need some time to absorb all of this! Maybe I'll fuck you myself!”

Rachel, as usual, was looking hot. She was about five feet and six inches, and she was in a tight, low-cut mini dress that showed off her expensive tit job that her boyfriend paid for. She looked at Jobeth, then she looked at me. Then she looked back at Jobeth, then she looked at me again. "Maybe we should both fuck him, JoBeth! He looks like he needs a good fucking!" I was getting a little uneasy.

Standing there in front of them looking like a ten-dollar whore was hot, but with Rachel shit-talking about the two of them fucking me, things had turned a little scary. I piped up with, "Girls, let's not let this get out of control. I'm not sure I'm down for all that! I'm just a beginner here!"

Both of them laughed at my reluctance, and Rachel stood right in front of me, crowding my space. I could feel her hot breath. Her hundred-thousand-dollar fake tits for were almost touching my chest. I tried to breathe deeply, but I couldn’t. She reached down and gently cupped my cock in her hand and kissed me square on my mouth. It was a juicy, naughty kiss. My face turned a deep crimson. Then Rachel said, "You're a fuckin' babe now, Tiffani. In this town, babes get fucked. They get fucked really hard. Every day! Every night! All over this big town! It’s why god made babes! Don’t worry, though. Your sweet wife and I are gonna show you the ropes! But we're in no mood for backtalk and whining, mister!"

Then Rachel reached in her bag and pulled out the biggest, most menacing dildo I had ever seen. She stared straight into my eyes and said, “This is for you, sweet cheeks.”

With delight, JoBeth took the dildo from her and waved it around. She was enjoying this. The two of them then stripped me down until I was standing there only in my stilettos and that bright red thong. JoBeth’s eyes drank me in from head to toe and said, “You’re a fuckin’ whore, Tiff! And your pretty ass has to pay the price for that! Poor little ass!”

Then they grabbed me, dragged me across the room, and bent me over the back of my new couch. JoBeth stood in front of the couch and held my arms. Rachel lined up her dildo with my pitiful little hole and started jamming it up my ass. I screamed like a babelicious 16-year-old getting ass-fucked at her debutante ball! That dildo was waaaay too big! “Please, Rach, you’re my friend…please go slow…I’m new to this kind of treatment…I don’t think I can take it!” I pleaded.

She lashed out at me, “Oh, you can take it, bitch! God made your asshole for this!” Then she jammed the dildo in another inch, then another! I was gasping for air. I couldn’t believe that my life had turned into this. The dildo felt kinda good, but it was soooo big! And it hurt! Then Rachel started pounding away!

I yelped like a sweet little puppy!

“Please, Rach, go slow!” Pound! Pound!

“Rach, honey, it’s way too big!” Pound! Pound!

“I can’t breathe, babe! Oh my God, I really can’t breathe!” Pound! Pound!

Rach was like a bitch on roller skates. She didn’t show me an inch of tenderness or mercy! My ass belonged to her! Pound! Pound!

Then Rachel and JoBeth started taking turns tearing my ass up! It was like I was their jailhouse bitch! It was so humiliating! JoBeth screamed at me, “I’m the boss from now on, Tiffani, you sissy piece of shit!” Pound. Pound! You’re MY wife from now on, you’re gonna be the ‘little Mrs.’ around here! I’m gonna be wrecking your ass every day from now on!” Pound! Pound! She was relentless. My wife was on some kind of demonic mean bitch mission to kill my ass!

I didn’t stand a chance with these two! So, I just surrendered and served my ass up to them like it was some kind of weird buffet!

The pleasure from the endless ass-fucking had started slowly, but after a while, it started coursing through my body! A deep yearning to be fucked harder and harder shot through me from my prostate to my soul! So, this was what it felt like to be a whore for the two prettiest women I knew! And I was down with it!

Over the next few days, the three of us settled down into a routine. JoBeth would always be the star of the show because I was her new “wife.” Rachel’s job was to keep my ass in line whenever JoBeth was not available. On some days, though, I was to be with JoBeth as her driver and personal assistant as she darted about town attempting to sell 10-million-dollar homes, usually to multi-millionaires and their hot-as-fuck trophy wives. They agreed they were to alternate days, JoBeth one day, and Rachel the next.

On the first ‘JoBeth’ day, my domineering wife carted me down to her favorite salon to complete my makeover and transition with the addition of hair extensions. It was amazing! I still had the big, bouncy curls that my wig had given me, but my wonderful hair now reached almost to my ass! I looked babelicious. Then she took me home and fucked me into the next world!

On the morning of the first “Rachel” day, JoBeth got me ready by doing my makeup, making me look so fucking hot, dressing me in my favorite borrowed thong, yoga pants, AA-cup sports training bra, and heels. I dreaded being under Rachel’s thumb all day, but one look at myself in the full-length mirror told me I was ready for the world! I looked bitchin’! And my ass coulda made a blind man see, and a crippled man walk!

Rachel burst in as JoBeth was leaving for work. She was dressed in a leather mini-skirt, a sheer camisole, and knock-me-down-and-fuck-me high heels. She looked like sex on a fucking stick! She took one look at me and gasped, “Oh my god, Tiffani, that ass of yours in yoga pants! You look so adorable and fuckalicious! MILF of the year if you were only a mother! I’m gonna own that ass before this day is over, though!” Then she said to JoBeth, “I’m taking him. Gotta run! He’s in good hands! Later!” And off we went with me in the passenger seat of her convertible Porsche 911 Rennsport that her boyfriend had bought her.

The wind was in my new long hair as Rachel dashed through the streets, frightening the pedestrians with the roar of her 700-hp engine. She looked over at me, "You know, Tiffani," she said, "This is gonna be your best day!" I gulped, trying to hide the fact that I was so nervous that I was about to lose it. Rachel had been a good friend over the years, but she had always had a way of making me nervous to the point that I felt like I was no man at all! She enjoyed that! And now that I had become Tiffani, she had way too much power over me and my self-image. And it was more than a little terrifying.

Rachel was manic, and she drove down the streets at a terrific clip. The skirt of my dress billowed up, and I modestly tried to press it down with my hands, but to no avail. A trucker drove by, peered down with a smile, and honked his horn when he got a shot of my thong. I thought I was gonna die from embarrassment, but I didn’t. Instead, I just got hornier. My cock was hard as a fucking rock!

“Attention whore!” Rachel screamed at me when the trucker blew his horn.

She then whipped the car off the street and drove behind a Seven-Eleven. She ordered me to pull down my yoga pants and my thong, which I did because I was too overcome with excitement to resist. I sat there in the passenger seat with my cock pointing skyward. Then she made a face dive directly onto my cock. I could easily see that she had performed this particular maneuver before! She gripped my sissy cock with her mouth and gave me an amazingly sloppy, slobbering, gagging, coughing blowjob! Rachel had become my "hawk tuah" girl! And she called ME a whore? Finally, my cock erupted, with cum spilling out of her mouth, down her chin, and onto her pretty neck.

Rachel slurped up as much of my cum as she could and said, "That's what you get for being a precious little slut!" She took out a compact mirror and began to re-apply her makeup, chattering filthy things all the while. This girl was fucking nuts!

"Look at yourself, Tiff. You're a mess! What a messy slut," she said, as she wiped the cum off her face and dripped some of it onto my tongue. "You're such a whore, Tiff. You really do need to get a grip!" I was still in shock from the sudden turn of events. A blowjob behind Seven-Eleven? Jeezus! Rachel had always been a bit wild, but this was some next-level shit!

After Rachel finished with her makeup, she leaned back in the driver's seat and took a deep drag from her cigarette, blowing the smoke in my face. "Alright, Tiff, let's get to it. You're gonna pay the price for that little show you just gave! That was so disrespectful for you to take advantage of me like that. I’ll have to tell JoBeth. She will make your ass pay!" she said with pure batshit craziness in her eyes!

Dread seeped into me. I had no way of defending myself against her lies. It had been her fucking show, not mine! I had just supplied the sissy cock, that was all! But I was too dazed to defend myself. I was gonna get one hell of a paddling from JoBeth when I got home!

Rachel then drove over to JoBeth’s office. She marched in with her heels going clickety-clack on the floor, the way high heels do when a woman is pissed. Suddenly, she halted and announced in a loud voice to everyone in the office that I was now JoBeth’s new personal assistant.

They all looked at me and were aghast! The new hire looked like a streetwalker! The ladies in that office were simply shocked to see a nasty-looking sissy like me and my whore-like outfit! They weren’t necessarily prudes, though. They knew how to dress sexily. They did it every day. But they weren't whores. I was not gonna fit in!

Then JoBeth, the office diva, strutted out, surveying the scene like some kind of empress. “Oh Jeezus, Tiffani! she exclaimed. “You look like you’ve been working Hollywood Boulevard!”

Then Rachel whispered something in her ear, and JoBeth's eyes bored a hole through me. My ass was dead meat! She grabbed my arm and yanked me into her office, slamming the door so hard it rattled the windows. "You little whore," she whispered fiercely, "you were disrespectful to Rachel earlier, weren't you? You took advantage of my best friend, didn’t you?"

Silence. I lowered my eyes. More silence. I was almost innocent, but defending myself would only fuel her anger, and I didn’t dare do that! Finally, JoBeth cleared her throat and said, “Get your prissy ass back out there on the floor and have a seat among the ladies. I have work to do. I’ll be out in about an hour to take you home. And I’ll tell you straight out, Miss Tiffani, you’re pretty ass is going to pay!”

JoBeth was pissed! So, I beat a path out of her office and took a seat among all the pretty real estate agents. These women were ladies. Most of them were quite MILFish, but they were still ladies, all dressed up for selling hella expensive homes. Then there was me, looking like a ten-dollar whore with cum drying on my yoga pants and Rachel's lewd lipstick smudges everywhere.

The ladies tried to ignore me. They were very proper and went about their business like I wasn’t even there, which was fine by me. Meanwhile, I was worried. I had to figure out how I was going to explain the Seven-Eleven blowjob business to JoBeth. I mean, like, dude, what was I gonna say? "Oh, Rachel ravaged my cock with her mouth?" Jeez Louise, that was not gonna cut it! I was scared shitless when I thought of what JoBeth was gonna do to me when she got me home.

But, for now, I had to wait. Tick tock, motherfucker. And by this time, those office babes had started tsk-tsking about me and looking at me like I was the biggest skank from Skankville! And fucking Rachel was sitting nearby and smiling at me like she was the Cheshire Cat. Her short skirt was all hiked up in a way that showed she knew my cock was aching for her.

Finally, JoBeth emerged from her office. What was she going to do to me? What was she going to say? She looked at me and, without a word, she pointed the way to her car.

When we got home, the air was alive with tension. I felt like I was a Devil's Island prisoner awaiting my doom! My poor innocent ass!

Jobeth led me into our living room. She was a tornado, and my ass was a trailer park. "You're going to learn your place, Tiffani!" Her voice was cold. It carried no hint of affection toward me. What had my sweet wife become? "Bend over the couch, Tiff. Now!" she demanded. I knew what bending over the couch meant.

My legs were shaking as I approached the couch. And my heart was pounding in my ears. My mind was fluctuating between pure dread and pure horniness. I hated this. I loved this. I hated this. I loved this. And I knew better than to argue. I didn’t want to argue. I felt so small! I wanted to surrender. I draped myself over the back of the couch slowly and pulled down my yoga pants, letting them fall to the floor. My heels were still on, making my ass stick up provocatively, like a target for a smart bomb!

JoBeth raised the paddle and said. "This is for your own good, Tiff. You’re my bitch, and you must obey me and respect me and my friends. Completely! Poor Rachel, being disrespected like that!"

The first strike landed with a sharp crack, and I let out a cry. The pain was much sharper than I had expected. "Hold yourself still," Jobeth ordered. “This will get worse if you try to squirm away!” Her voice was calm and steady. The second whack came, then the third, each one harder than the last. I started boo-hooing, and through the boo-hoos, I began apologizing as pitifully as I could.

"Good girl," JoBeth finally said. Her voice softened a bit as she tossed the paddle aside. "Now, down on your knees, missy, and show me that you've learned something from this."

I knelt down and rubbed my stinging ass. Tears were running down my face, turning my makeup into a mudslide. "Y-yes, JoBeth, baby. You spanked me hard. I needed that. I know how to obey now."

JoBeth turned on her heel and went to the kitchen. When she returned, she was holding a saucer, and she placed it in front of me and turned her camera phone on. Then she said, “Stroke your sissy cock, Tiffani! Show the world how you can stroke your cock and make a sissy puddle in the saucer for your pretty wife. Rachel will love this shit!"

Oh my God, this was hell on earth, I said to myself!

“Pound that sissy cock, asshole!” JoBeth screamed. “Pound it like it’s your job and you need a raise!” And I did. And JoBeth was so pretty as she stood above me with her eyes blazing. My cock needed little encouragement. It was ready to spill almost right away. “Get it all in the saucer, Tiff, or it will be the paddle again! Every last sissy drop! Show Rachel how sorry you are and what a good sissy you are! Make the puddle for us, Tiffani! Make a sissy puddle for Rachel and your pissed-off wife!"

I pounded my cock for all I was worth. Then I took a deep breath and let my cum ropes fly. Some of them landed in the saucer as I intended. But some of them were pure renegades and landed on the front of the couch and on JoBeth’s pretty feet. There was gonna be six kinds of hell to pay for all of that!

“That was a nice try, Tiffani! I’m going to send the video to Rachel and show her how you made your sweet little puddle in the saucer and how you nastily missed a few shots. It will be up to her to say whether you should be punished further…There now, I’ve sent it! Your fate is now in the hands of the sweet girl you disrespected so cruelly today!”

I remained there on the floor, kneeling like a helpless bitch. I was doomed. Rachel was a bitch from hell. I didn’t stand a chance. I could see JoBeth’s paddle lying there on the floor as the minutes ticked by. Then at last there was a chime on JoBeth's phone indicating receipt of a text. My heart was in my throat.

JoBeth pressed a phone button and chuckled. “You are the luckiest shank, Tiffy. Rachel says you are a sweet boy, and she forgives you…and she sent three heart emojis! You treated her very poorly today, and she found it in her heart to forgive you. That is wonderful! You are luckier than you deserve!

After we went to bed that night, JoBeth made very rough love to me. She told me about the guys she had been fucking, how they filled her up and made her come hard. She put a ball-gag in my mouth, thrashed my pretty ass, and fucked me hard with a dildo. That was how she intended to keep me in line from now on, she promised, and I knew it was going to work perfectly. I had the soul of a whore, and I had found my one true place in the world!

And I fucking loved my wife!