Telling wife about the affair without mentioning Bodyswap

  A whole year done passed since I told my wife ’bout the affair, but we ain’t say nothin’ ’bout dat body swap. So what happened was, the Carnise in my body got took over by my wife thumb, and I lost her legit job, plus my wife had so much clout I couldn’t find no legal work nowhere. I was stuck in the ghetto hood, hustlin’ them kinda shady jobs just to get by. I had a boyfriend too, he was down wit the local gang, the Ballas, and he treated me like some kinda ho, always gettin’ on me without askin’. And it wasn’t just him neither—his gang homies was up on me too, since I was kinda an unofficial member. We ain’t even had no washer at the crib, so I had to hit up the local laundromat once a month, blos up on the staff dicks to get my clothes washed cheap. I was deep in that hood life, all the way absorbed in dat ghetto vibe. Life was rough, but I loved every damn minute. No boring routine, no wifey. Even if I could, I wouldn’t switch back to bein’ a white cracker.

Divorce and get married

 A crazy year passed, during which Carnise in my body divorced my wife, giving her a quarter of our fortune (a small loss), and then we got married. We had a wild wedding night and a honeymoon, during which we did the craziest things we could think of. I felt great in the role of a trophy wife, who for many was just a decoration for they boss. The servants were there for my every whim, there was everything, and the private sauna provided comfort. Unfortunately, we quickly fell into a marital rut, and we began to wonder if maybe it had been a mistake, but it was too late for that.

Telling wife about the affair with mentioning Bodyswap

 

A year had passed since we told my wife about the swap and affair. My wife seemed sympathetic, so she offered a solution. As a result, Carnise, in my body, was placed under my wife's control and continued to hold the CEO position. And after I lost my job for unknown reasons, Carnise gave me a gardening position, even though I had no talent for it, a small servant's quarters, and the minimum wage. My encounters with Carnise were equally intense but less frequent because my wife was watching us, so we also had side affairs: she with her secretary, I with the pool boy. I could also hear the sounds of her having sex with Carnise; they were were heard clearly because she always opened the windows. More than once, while I was working hard in the garden, I could see a faint smile on my ex wife's face, as if she was enjoyed to put me in the role of a servant. Well, jokes on her, because I enjoyed it too.