My Wife is a Snake!

I met a way back when I was in high school girl and fell for her. We had a simple relationship and when she came of age we dated. I eventually convinced her to lie with me. My parents didn't like her because of her shifty eyes and skintone. They tried to chase her out of my bubble. We both enjoyed being physically intimate and one day she missed her cycle. I was so excited and proposed to her. She said yes and we hastily got married while our relatives were out of town. I scraped all my savings I collected over the years and we bought a small house. When our relatives returned from their distant trip, they felt betrayed and hurt. They refused to talk to either of us or invite us for family gatherings. One day my pretty wife caught the flu. Her body became disfigured from how her body responded to the virus. One night I came home from work and didn't see her in the kitchen. As I was whistling a tune while removing my tie, my eyes briefly fell on the mirrors in the bedroom. My heart almost leaped out of my chest. MY WIFE WAS A SNAKE! I kept blinking and rubbing my eyes in astonishment. For about 40 days I had to adjust to her new appearance and kept mum about how she looked. I didn't want to die a slow death by being squeezed silly. Sometimes I joked about her appetite for boiled eggs. She used to hate boiled eggs in middle school. When I went grocery shopping, I had a list of household condiments and 1,000 duck and chicken eggs for pick-up. If I took the truck I was able to do one trip but if I took the Celica, then it was like two or three trips to the store and back. On one of my days off, I went to the bookstore and found a cookbook titled "1,000 Ways to Cook an Egg". My wife it seemed like ate about 500 eggs in one week. On a daily basis it went like this: Cook tasty eggs for wife, brew coffee, eat some jam on toasted bread, flatter wife with flowery words, and go to work. One night it was cold, and she got a hankering to snuggle. I woke up with a semi-warm half transformed woman. She had scales but she was my pretty woman. One thing led to another and she started to pleasure me erotically. I moaned in deep pleasure and pressed her mouth closer to my masculinity. It wasn't long before we both found release and bellowed in ecstasy. In the afterglow, she became fully human again and I embraced her close to my heart. Where she had marked me with her mouth, I developed a translucent ancient green snake pattern overlapping over my collarbone to my abdominal muscles.