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Buying a Wife

Story Codes: Mf Humor, very little sex

I have been thinking seriously about getting a new wife. I have had mine for three years now and she is getting flabby around the edges, if you know what I mean. I went down to the local showroom to see what they are offering. Craps, inflation these days is getting outrageous

I sat down and figured what I could afford and it worked out to pretty much the same as last time. Including title and taxes I could swing a top of the line 17-18 Y.O. or your basic, pretty well stripped down, 15-16 Y.O. They did have a pretty classy end-of-the-model-year 16 Y.O. on sale, but, of course, in a month or two she turns 17 and you get hit with depreciation.

It must be my age because I looked over the 13-14 Y.O. models and drooled all over myself. God, what it would be like to have one of those as a wife? Too bad the new ones are so pricey, and I will be damned if I would buy someone's used trade-in.

My boss, Mr. Moneybags himself, has a 12 Y.O. Flame red hair, green eyes with porcelain skin so delicate that they suggest she not be taked out in the noon day sun. She has a deep mouth that easily accepts six inches worth. She is bean pole thin, no breasts, penny size pink nipples, no pubic hair, but a wonderful bubble ass. She is guaranteed to be a nymphomanic and stay preadolescent for the next two years. She has the latest in an open slit with the nose of her hood sticking out and generous sized inner lips on display in the open vee between her thighs. I hear her pussy is so tight that they do not recommend her model for overly endowed men.

She is handcrafted from the finest DNA; this is no assembly line baby. She is perfect, not a mole or birthmark on her. She is small, four-foot-eight and not an extra ounce of fat on her. They joke that she is built for seed, not comfort and I would love to plant my seed in her cockpit any where, any day. She is a contortionist, so agile she make yoga instructors envious and she can perform any one of the intricate positions in the Karma Sutra.

She sits with her legs spread so everyone can see why she is worth the quarter million dollars he paid for her. Not only that, but he had to hire a maid because his precious 12 Y.O. does not do house work. I understand she is not a sparkling conversationalist either. Don't you just feel sorry for him? I cannot be in the same room with her without getting a hard-on. If she were my wife I would probably end up in the hospital with collapsed testicles. I would fuck her morning, noon and night. Dream on.

I went back to the show room and talked to the salesman. He showed me a 16 Y.O. natural blonde, nicely decked out. Her breasts were on the small size for a 16 Y.O., but, like they say, anything more than a mouthful is wasted. With my present wife as trade and if I finance her for the next four years through Girl Mate Acceptance Corp. And if I eat hamburger instead of steak, I would probably be able to swing it. It is tempting, it really is. Of course I will have the added expense of a complete new wardrobe of shoes. I can't expect her to walk around completely naked.

Just for shits and giggles I went down to Asian Maters to see what they were offering. They have a 15-16 Y.O. Asian/African hybrid that absolutely knocked my socks off. What a beauty. As the salesman pointed out the initial cost is offset by the increased sexual pleasure. So now I am thinking seriously about that. The monthly payment would be a killer, but I would love to show her off to my friends and show how I am doing my part to stop the inbreeding problem.

I really have to think seriously about replacing my wife. It is an unwritten law in my profession, for appearance sake you get a new model wife every two years, three at the most and I got to keep up with the Jones's or lose face. Plus the breeders are smart enough to keep changing the style. There is nothing worse than walking around with a little nipple wife when big nipples are in.

The salesman called and gave me a better deal on the 16 Y.O. blonde. That put her in my price range and I can afford the monthly payments. I decided to sleep on the decision.

In the morning I said, "Fuck it all," and went out and bought the hybrid. It was a budget breaking decision, but I think I did the right thing. When friends ask me why her, I tell them it was the $1,500.00 IRS tax credit and it was the right ecological thing to do. Plus, hey, I am getting great mileage out of her in bed and I sure won't complain about that.