Stan Coen’s Stripper Wife

Stan Coen, a health insurance vice president, lived a seemingly perfect life. He was a respected figure in his community, a devoted Jewish husband, and a father of two. However, beneath his polished exterior lay a secret fantasy that had consumed him for years. Stan harbored a deep desire to see his wife, Rachel, twelve years his junior, transform into a stripper. This fantasy had lingered in his mind for so long that he had even installed a stripper pole in their bedroom, fantasizing about watching her perform for him and, eventually, for other men.

Rachel, a Jewish blonde princess with strikingly fake tits and mismatched drapes and curtains, was oblivious to Stan’s desires until he finally decided to act. He solicited the help of me, Kali DuBois, a renowned hypnotist, to turn his fantasy into reality. I agreed to meet Rachel and began to systematically and covertly brainwash her. She thought I was her friend and we were just having a girl’s day. I became very close to Rachel, grooming her for her shift into what Stan wanted. It was a slow and subtle process, but over time, Rachel began to feel a shift within herself, a newfound confidence and daring that she had never known.

At first, things were thrilling. Rachel embraced her new persona with enthusiasm, enjoying the attention and the power that came with it. Stan was over the moon, his fantasy finally coming to life. He watched in awe as Rachel transformed, her movements becoming more sensual and seductive. She even started stripping professionally, finding work at a local club where she quickly became a favorite.

It was there that she met Raul, a Mexican day laborer with little to his name but a big heart. Raul would save his money to take Rachel into the Champagne room, where their connection deepened beyond physical attraction. Raul’s rough hands and passionate nature ignited something in Rachel that she had never felt with Stan. He would bake her bread because it was all he could afford, and the simplicity and sincerity of his gestures won her over.

As her feelings for Raul grew, Rachel’s disdain for Stan intensified. His bald head, small dick, and demure nature began to repulse her. His soft touch made her cringe, while Raul’s firm grip and dominant demeanor made her feel alive. Every day, she found herself more and more revolted by Stan, hiding away the money she earned from stripping, preparing for an inevitable departure.

Stan’s small dick, barely the size of a thumb when fully hard, had always been a source of secret shame for him and a point of suppressed frustration for Rachel. The botched circumcision from his infancy left his penis looking odd, a mishmash of scar tissue and misshapen skin. Rachel had spent countless hours trying to please Stan, forcing herself to perform acts that left her feeling nauseous. The thought of his small, awkward member and the many nights she had spent trying to arouse him filled her with a deep sense of revulsion.

She could no longer stand his feeble attempts at intimacy. His weird, sloppy circumcision job and his desperate, needy nature only amplified her disgust. She began to despise everything about him, from his ineffective lovemaking to his incessant need for validation. Raul, on the other hand, offered her a stark contrast. His rough, assertive touch and his passionate embrace made her feel desired in ways she had never known.

The breaking point came when Rachel discovered that Stan had been lying to her about buying a new house for the family. In a fit of rage, she grabbed their kids’ Xbox and smashed it against Stan’s jaw, breaking it. Stan, in shock and pain, pushed her away, causing her to fall and hit her head. Screaming that he was abusing her, Rachel called the cops. Stan was arrested for domestic violence and barred from returning home.

Rachel decided to divorce Stan, and under California law, she received alimony and child support. The process drained Stan emotionally and financially. He turned to alcohol to cope, and his life began to spiral out of control. One night, in a drunken stupor, he wrecked his Range Rover, losing his driver’s license in the process. Now, he was forced to take Ubers and walk to work, a humiliating fall from grace for the once-proud vice president.

His resentment towards Rachel grew when he discovered, through a private investigator, that she was now not only stripping but also escorting, making more money than him. In a fit of spite, Stan stopped paying alimony and child support. The courts responded by stripping him of his insurance licenses, leaving him jobless and destitute.

Stan’s downward spiral continued until he found himself living in a homeless shelter, eating at a soup kitchen. If you can spare a few bucks for his GoFundMe, let me know and write back.