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Rochelle's Transformation Ch. 01

By: EuphoricCouple



How have I gotten here? Have you ever asked yourself that question? It all started out innocently with good will, and grew into something that surprised both my wife and me.

I am married to a drop-dead gorgeous woman; Rochelle. She is 5 foot 4 inches tall, a slim, trim 118 pounds, long beautiful dark brown hair that flows across her shoulders and subtle olive colored neck. Big deep brown eyes that pull you in with a bedroom look to them, and full luscious full lips that remind me of those of Angelina Jolie's. Her most amazing assets by far are her breasts; 34DDD's that we refer to as her "girls". You can see that with having a small frame and 34DDD's, she is the amazing brunette that always turn men's heads as she passes. 

We have been married for a wonderful 10 years, and have always enjoyed each other's company. Sure, there are always differences in interests, but we truly enjoy nature, music, fine dining, and each other's bodies.

I wish I could describe myself as vociferously as I have my wife, but I am pretty much a "plain Tom". I am an accountant at a large brokerage firm, and pretty much fit the mold of your imaginations. At 205 pounds, 5 foot 11 inches, dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, and a somewhat standard frame. I don't have any amazing assets, hell; I even have a flat derrière. I am average in all respects of the word -- including my manhood. I won't lie like most other men; I have measured, and my wonder wand is 6 ½ inches long by 4 ½ inches around. Not bad -- just average.

Our sex life seemed to be perfect; or so I thought. Up until recently, I think Rochelle would have agreed with that statement.

You see, my wife wasn't a trim, fit 118 pounds about 2 years ago. She was a rather "hefty" 172 pound squatty middle-aged woman. She always was beautiful to me, no matter what her weight - seriously. I know men would disagree, but I love this woman -- weight didn't affect how I saw her. Albeit, it was a bit uncomfortable when she was in the cowgirl position, and when she collapsed on me after a tremendous orgasm, I did have a more difficult time breathing normally. 

How then, did she go from a 35 year old, 172 pound teletubby into a fit beautiful, HOT, sex pot? As with every person who has lost a lot of weight; a major change in eating habits, and diligent exercise. Now you can understand why, at standing only 5 foot 4, she has a beautiful, amazing rack on her. Her "girls" forgot that they were supposed to trim down also.

It wasn't overnight by any stretch of the imagination. It was pure dedication of her will, and looking back now, the added encouragement by our neighbor's son, Trace. Trace is how our lives changed in all aspects -- a young 20 something handsome male, and a wife with more potential than she knew.

Rochelle is a self-employed photographer, and has always enjoyed it. Most of her thriving business is weddings, with a more minority part of the business with portraits in her studio. We built a quaint studio off of the den of our house which has a separate outside entrance. High School yearbook pictures are seasonal and busy. She does take family and individual sittings in nature; a beautifully landscaped park near our home is the usual location. She has taken some breathtaking photos of clients with snow capped mountain tops in the background, near waterfalls, and her favorite spot - the beach. Most of the beach photos are for family Christmas cards, school volleyball teams, with a rare exception being a young lady who wants a portfolio of beachwear and swimsuits for a hopeful modeling career.

The majority of our income is based on my work, and being a couple that never had children, dual incomes provided us with a gorgeous home situated near the beach in Santa Cruz. It is a modest sized home, but upgraded with numerous amenities over our 8 years of living here; a huge garden hot tub in the master suite, open living space for the kitchen and living areas. By far, the keystone item in our remodel was the swimming pool we installed 3 years ago. With a rather large back yard that we enclosed with a 6 foot fence for safety and privacy, most of our evenings are spent poolside eating dinner and just relaxing. How refreshing to take a dip in your own pool at the end of a long day -- serenity.

About 3 years ago, shortly after we completed the pool, my wife was frustrated with herself for not being disciplined enough to maintain a healthy weight, and decided that she was going to do something about it. "If we are going to have a pool, I should at least do something to make my body more conducive to being the owner of it."

"What were you thinking babe?" 

"I'm tired of trying diets to lose the weight. It's just discouraging. I guess I could join the gym downtown, but I would feel so embarrassed in front of the majority of people who have more than likely been my clients. I don't want to be the 'fat lady who takes pictures' -- I want to at least lose some of this before I could expose myself to strangers in a gym."

"Well, why don't we go together? That way, you could just use me as a shield while we're exercising. Besides, it would be good for me to firm up and lose a couple of pounds myself."

"No, that wouldn't work either; people would still see me.....and my fat."

"You're not fat sweetheart; I love you the way you are."

A smile crossed her face. "Really?"

"Absolutely! I see you for you, and not your weight."

She sighed and her shoulders fell. "That's sweet hon."

She then approached me and wrapped her arms around my neck while staring deeply into my eyes. "I love that you don't care what my weight is, and I know you mean it, but I desperately want to take off this weight. It's not good for me, it affects my health long term, and I know that I would feel better about myself." 

Then she got her little wicked smile out and raised that eyebrow "But in the mean time, until I figure out the best way to do this weight thing, why don't we go have our own workout in the bedroom?" She released her hold on me, sauntered toward our bedroom and then shot that come hither look over her shoulder.

Wow, she's hot! It didn't take long for me to dart after her and make amazing love to her for the next half hour.

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"Amazing is all that I can say; you are amazing".

Rochelle just lay in my arms with a contented smile and cooing. We were a perfect match as far as our lovemaking, and the afterglow was sweet every time.

Like a shot of lightning, out of nowhere, a thought entered my mind; wasn't our neighbor's son some kind of runner or exercise buff? I know he was a gym rat to a degree, but not sure if he still was or not. Ron and Laura were our neighbors of about 5 years, they were a few years older than us, but I never spent much time talking to their son Trace. I made it a point that I wanted to ask Ron if Trace was still into the gym scene, and if he had any pointers for Rochelle. 

"Huh..." I mumbled.

"What?" Rochelle asked still recovering from our tryst.

"I just had a thought that's all. Isn't Ron and Laura's son some kind of gym bum?"

"Trace?"

"Yeah. I thought he was a runner, or swimmer, or some kind of health nut..."

"Hmmm, uh, yeah, he is. You're right."

There was a dead silence for a few seconds, and then Rochelle continued. "No. That's even more embarrassing."

"What is?"

"He's our neighbor's son, so instead of a stranger in a gym, I'd be even more embarrassed to be revealing my body to someone we kind of know"

"Oh stop! That's crazy. Listen, it sounds like to me that you are trying to make excuses NOT to have a reason to exercise. What if I suggested one of your girlfriends?"

"That's no good either -- probably even worse. All my girlfriends are in great shape, and even though they would completely understand if I asked them to help, I'm just so embarrassed to even ask. "

"Sweetheart, listen to what you are saying: I want to lose weight because we now have a pool, but I'm too embarrassed to exercise in front of anyone. I love you, but that doesn't make sense."

Again, there was a silence for both of us as we thought to ourselves.

I was the first to start "Babe, how about this; I'll talk to Ron discreetly about Trace to see if he still works out, and if I can talk to him about some pointers, or suggestions on losing weight. Maybe we could get a treadmill or stepper for the den, and make that into a personal gym to exercise."

She was chewing on her bottom lip in thought. "Okay. You can ask Ron, but tell me what he says first before you go asking Trace. I'd like to decide based on Ron's reply."

"Done." We rolled into each other's arms; I love that woman!

The next day I saw Ron retrieving his mail from the mailbox after work. We usually arrived to our respective home around the same time, and this was no exception. I hoped out of my car as I pulled into our driveway, and made sure to catch him before he walked in his own house for the evening.

"Ron, how are you sir?" 

He turned and saw me approaching as a smile formed on his face. "Tom. Good, good. And you?"

"We're doing well. Glad to be done with the crazy day today." 

"I know what you mean." 

Ron is a great neighbor. He was about mid 50's, salt & pepper hair, square jaw, and in considerably good shape for his age. He and Laura pretty much kept to themselves, but over the 5 years that we've been neighbors, we have casually had dinner together at either one of our houses. Not that we were close friends, but very good acquaintances.

"Hey Ron, I was just wondering, does Trace still work out at the gym? I'm starting to think that I could use some pointers as to what is the best way to do some training. Not that I want to bulk up into a Mr. Universe or anything, just realizing that I need to get this body in shape a little to keep it going for as long as possible."

"Trace? Sure, that boy has always been active. He loves sports, and exercising. He used to work out down at the gym downtown, but we turned the guest quarters into a quasi-gym for him last summer. We built that little place in the backyard for when Laura's Mom got too old to take care of herself, but since she's still going strong, we figured that it wouldn't hurt to convert it to a gym for Trace until grandma needs it."

"Wow, really? I never knew you guys did that. So, what, does he have a treadmill and some weights?"

"Oh, I don't know what it all is, but it keeps him out of trouble. Not that he's a bad kid, but he's still young. He just started his freshman year at the Junior College, but wants to transfer to a major college to finish up." His thoughts seemed to over ride his verbal ability at the moment.

"I guess you and Laura would be empty nesters then?"

"Somethin' like that."

"Well, listen, next time you see Trace, could you let him know that I would like to talk with him about what would be the best route for an old fart like me to get into shape," I asked with my hand extended to him.

"Absolutely," Ron said as he shook my hand. "I'll let him know that you'd like to talk to him."

We parted company, and I retrieved our mail before I walked in our front door.

"Hi Babe, how was your day?" Rochelle asked from the kitchen.

"Pretty good; kind of crazy, but that's what you get when it's tax season." I set my things down, and reclined on the couch. "How about you?"

"Good" she answered as she came into the main room. "I booked another wedding for September, and the bride is really sweet. They plan on having the wedding party photos be done at the cape in the evening. I absolutely love the lighting at that time of day in the late summer."

"That's great babe. That makes three for the month of September right?"

"Yeah," she beamed. Knowing that we really didn't need her income for our existence, she was getting paid for something she truly enjoyed.

"Hey, I just saw Ron when I got home. He was getting the mail and I was able to get him in time to ask him about Trace. Did you know that Ron and Laura converted that guest quarters in their back yard into a personal gym?"

"Really? Wow, what a great idea. That would really take the fear out of someone seeing you exercise when you weren't in any kind of decent shape. Not that the Thomas's are out of shape."

"I asked about Trace too. He said that he was really the one that helped convince them to convert it to a gym so he could work out there instead of downtown. He said that Laura's Mom is still extremely active, and didn't need to move in for quite awhile, so there wasn't a problem with the gym idea."

"You didn't mention me did you?"

"Of course not; I totally gave Ron the impression that I was the one looking to work out. Anyway, if a gym is that close to us, maybe I really would like to work out myself. Of course, we'd have to make our pool available to them at any time too -- like a trade."

"Hmmmm. That does sound like a good option if they would be willing to let us use the 'Thomas's Gym' in exchange for the 'Hunter's Pool'. Okay, I think this may work out. Did you ask Ron about talking to Trace about any suggestions?"

"Well, I told Ron to let him know that I'd like to talk to him when he has the time. I never really said when I was looking to discuss anything. Did you know that he's a freshman in College already?"

"Time flies."

After a shower, and a fantastic dinner that Rochelle prepared, I cleaned up the dishes as she relaxed in the living room. It was just our typical work night evening routine. More than likely, we'd have a glass of wine out on our terrace, and talk about the rest of our week.

The doorbell rang, and she looked at me with a puzzled look. I shrugged my shoulders. "Probably someone selling Girl Scout cookies or something."

Rochelle got up and answered the door. I couldn't see anyone at the front door from the kitchen but I could hear Rochelle's voice along with a rather baritone sounding man's voice.

I heard Rochelle's voice clearer as I came around the corner towards the front door. "Yes, please come in Trace; Tom's in the kitchen."

As I entered the living room from the kitchen I walked toward Trace with an outstretched hand "Welcome Trace. Come on in and have a seat." 

His handshake was firm and strong. I was amazed to see such a grown young man that was our neighbor's son; he was definitely not a junior-higher anymore. He turned and walked over to the living room couch and took a seat while Rochelle walked towards the kitchen.

"I was just cleaning up the dishes and about ready to just relax and unwind. Would you care for something to drink?" I too headed towards the kitchen.

"Uh, that's okay; I don't want you to go out of your way. I'm fine actually." 

I almost ran into Rochelle in the kitchen who was already filling the glasses of wine.

"Well, actually, there is no going out of my way; it seems my wife is already getting us some wine. Do you care for Merlot or Chardonnay? There's also beer available if you'd prefer."

There was a big white smile of perfect teeth as he said "No, that's fine. Whatever your wife is getting for yourselves is fine with me. Thank you."

"I wasn't expecting you so soon Trace, not that the timing isn't fine now, but I just talked to your dad just a few hours ago. I guess he told you what I asked about?" 

Rochelle handed Trace his glass of wine and took a seat on the chaise as I sat on the couch with Trace.

"Yeah, he said that you were thinking of keeping in shape, and wondering if I had any suggestions."

"Sure. I was just looking to lose a few pounds, and didn't even know where to start as far as what types of exercise equipment I should be using at the gym. Maybe I should be jogging, or weights, I just have no clue. I realize that I'm not getting any younger, and I know that I will really have to work at maintaining what I have."

"I see. Well, it's not so much exercise as it is a way of life. You can always lose weight, tone up, or bulk up, but depending on what you are trying to accomplish, it won't last unless you take a long range approach at it."

"So, if I say that I'd like to lose 10 to 15 pounds, that's okay, but I need to have another long-term objective in mind as I work at loosing the weight? If I don't have the long term objective, I will more than likely put the weight back on?"

"Correct." 

"I think understand what you're saying, but I still will need to start somewhere," I smiled as I took a sip of my Merlot. "Why don't we go out back on the terrace? The evening air is awesome this time of day"

"Yes" Rochelle chimed in "you know we installed a pool this year didn't you?"

"Yeah, I know, but I haven't seen the finished product yet," flashing that dazzling smile again.

"Let's go then," I suggested.

They headed out the patio door, and I stopped in the kitchen for the remainder of the wine bottle. "Fantastic," Trace said as he looked around our backyard.

Rochelle was beside herself showing him the pool; pointing out the inlaid tiles for the decking, the smaller jetted tub section for relaxation, and the small cabana that we built for guests to change their clothes. She was so proud of her new relaxation center.

"I just love this oasis that we've built, and you are more than welcome to use the pool any time that you'd like Trace," she said as they both returned to the lounges where I was sitting. 

She looked up at me, and realized that she hadn't okayed it with me, but gave me that awesome smile that knew I understood her excitement.

"She's right Trace; anytime that you or your folks would like to come over for a swim is fine with us. More wine?"

"Sure," he said as he finished the last few drops in his glass before reaching out for me to refill it.

"Me too..." purred my wonderful wife.

"Hey, I know that I'll have to ask Mom & Dad, but you are more than welcome to use our gym Tom."

"Gym?" I asked, trying to act unknowingly of the pretext. Rochelle wrinkled up her nose at me in asking.

"Yeah, we fixed up the guest quarters into a gym so that I could work out there instead of the gym downtown. It's so much nicer being able to work out on your own without strangers around staring at you"

"That's exactly what I said," Rochelle chimed in excitedly, but then realizing that she wasn't supposed to be the one in this conversation. She blew her own cover. "Well, that's what I told Tom when he said he should go downtown to the gym to work out."

It was somewhat awkward at this point, and I tried to think of something to get the conversation back to where it was somewhat understandable again.

"Yes, I guess it would be different exercising in front of an unknown crowd versus either yourself, or someone else that you knew. Tell you what Trace, when you get home this evening, and not that you have to go now, but talk to your parents about our 'amenities' trade suggestion. You are all welcome to use our pool anytime, if my wife and I can use your gym anytime. It's not like we'd be just barging into each other's property, but with respect and courtesy, just borrowing each other's luxuries."

"That sounds awesome," Trace beamed as he reclined back in the lounge and slowly drank his wine.

"No pressure whatsoever on either party; I just thought it might work out for all of us. If your dad or mom have any questions, please tell them to come on over and we can have dinner whenever."

"Perfect," he said as he looked me square in the eye with blue eyes as clear as our pool. They were crystal blue, and contrasted with his tan skin, square jaw, and gently curling black locks that fell from his forehead.

I looked over at Rochelle, and she was beaming with a fantastic smile, and gave me a devilish wink.

That was 3 years ago.

Rochelle's Transformation Ch. 02



*** This is chapter 2 in the series - sorry for the delay. Please be patient since this is my first time that I have written ANY stories. I am not exactly sure of the outcome of this series, but I DO know that cuckolding is NOT going to be the outcome, so I am sorry if it will disappoint some. Thank you greatly to many of you who have pleaded with me to hurry up with more... :) Please enjoy & ANY comments are GREATLY appreciated (pros or cons)***

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Chapter 2

"Are you coming hon?" Rochelle called out as she passed me on her way out the backdoor to the Thomas's backyard gym.

"I'll be there in a bit"

I decided a short rest on the couch was more my liking after a day's work. Besides, it was hot outside, and I was in no hurry to go exert energy in the neighbor's clubhouse gym which was probably sweltering. Don't get me wrong, I did enjoy the benefits of the exercise, but right now a brief time-out was what I needed.

Our agreement with the neighbors was working out great for all of us. We were afforded the benefit of using their home gym in exchange for their use of our pool. The idea was generously accepted by the Thomas's, and our relationship grew because of it. Ron and I discovered that we both enjoyed hitting the links when a free weekend morning was timed in advance. Laura and Rochelle discovered that they both enjoyed reading and sampling different wines while relaxing poolside. Trace became our personal trainer in the gym, and pushed us to our limits when we needed it. Man that kid has drive!

I was so glad that it was a Friday, and tomorrow our calendar was clear. If I played things right, there was this cute little brunette that just walked out our backdoor that I was hoping to bed tonight. All of the sudden I had this urge to go work out and get sweaty with her before we took a relaxing swim, and hopefully a casual evening of exploring each other's bodies. I started getting stiff just thinking about the possibilities. 

Ever since we started exercising six months ago, our sex life has gotten even better; if that's possible. I lost about 8 pounds; breaking the 200 pound barrier, and went from a size 37 to 36 waist. Rochelle lost 15 1/2 pounds, two dress sizes, and had much more energy now that she was right around 155 pounds. We really do contribute it to our "lifestyle" adjustment as Trace puts it; exercise, and eating better. Losing the weight fast is not the objective - making it last is.

Realizing this was going to be an interesting evening, I got up from the couch to get into my gym clothes and go workout with my wife. The outlook for the evening was taking on a life of its own in my mind. Since we've been at this for about six months, I thought we should celebrate as far as reaching an unstated goal. Maybe we could go to a concert in LA, or head up to San Francisco for the art expo; something. Rochelle may want to start setting goals that would reward us for our hard dedication to our lifestyle adjustment. I was very proud of her, especially for sticking to it, and not giving up.

As I headed out the backdoor to cross over to the Thomas's gym, I heard splashing in the pool. 

"Hi Tom" it was Laura taking a cooling dip.

"Hi Laura, I was just following my wife over to your gym. As always, I'm a little bit behind her."

"Yes, I have noticed that she really seems to be motivated at losing weight. We talked about it yesterday when we were having our 'girls reading circle'. You must be very proud of her."

"I am"

"She told me that she wants to trim down and stay sexy for you."

"Well, whether she loses the weight or not, she will always be sexy in my eyes."

"Huh, can you tell that to Ron?" she said with a giggle. "That's what Rochelle said too. You are a one of a kind husband Tom; accepting your wife no matter what her weight is."

"I love her for who she is - not because of her dress size. If she wants to do it for herself, I just become the beneficiary of her hard work."

"Well, she's one lucky lady that's for sure."

"Have a nice swim Laura, I'm gonna go head over and get sweaty while you stay cool."

"Thanks again Tom."

I crossed the yard to the out building that was the gym in their backyard. I heard music coming from the building as I approached it and realized that Rochelle must be in her cardio phase of her workout. 

Entering the gym was the way that I thought it would be - HOT. Rochelle was concentrating on her workout that was an aerobic kickboxing routine that Trace designed for her. She was in a full sweat when I started stretching to warm-up.

"Damn babe, you are hot when you do that exercise! I just love watching the 'girls' do their bouncing with you" I said sheepishly expecting a smile from my wife. What I did get from her was raised eyebrows and big eyes as she continued her routine. She wanted to smile, but brought her finger to her lips as to sshhhhh. Huh?

At that moment Trace came around the corner, and had the smirk on his face I was expecting on my wife's. 

I immediately apologized. "I'm sorry. I didn't expect you to be here with open ears to a comment intended for my wife."

"Don't apologize Mr. Hunter, she IS your wife after all, and you didn't know anyone else was here. You SHOULD be encouraging her! She deserves it! Actually both of you do."

"Thanks Trace. We definitely have benefitted from your pushing us" we both looked on at Rochelle still bouncing away. "Gotta admit, even with you here, she's gettin' a smokin' hot body!"

"That she does!"

At Trace's comment, my eyes shifted from her 'girls' to her face, and there was that naughty wicked smile that comes when she's ready to make love.

"Thanks guys! That means a lot to me."

"You're welcome" we both replied in unison.

Trace sauntered over to the free weights to work out while I started on the stepper. Rochelle continued with her aerobics until the music was over, then grabbing a towel, came over to rest in the chair beside the machine I was on. She was exhausted and flushed, but wearing a terrific smile.

"You're going to start cooling down while I work up my routine?" I asked.

"Yes....(breath)...I need to bring it down...(breath)...and call it a day.."

"I'm proud of you babe! You are so dedicated, and I don't care if he heard me about your girls. I'm proud of my wife, and what she's done for herself." Then in a quieter voice, I said "Speaking of the 'girls', maybe they'd like to come to the party tonight."

"Party?..(breath). What party?"

"The one we need to have as a celebration (breath).."

"What do you mean?"

"For all the hard work..(breath)..that we've been putting in. I think we should have some kind of celebration or reward..(breath).."

"Awww...that's sweet of you Tom. Maybe the 'girls' would like to come out for the party tonight. Where's the party going to be?"

"I think we could start off with..(breath)..a cool down in the pool...(huff)... then transfer the preliminaries into the ...(huff)...bedroom or kitchen for the real fun."

A sexy grin crossed her face as she toweled the back of her neck and then teasingly rubbed her large globes together to force a massive crease of cleavage towards my face. Then she winked at me. My member stirred in my shorts as I looked first into her eyes, and then at her magnificent breasts. I saw that her nipples started to harden against her lycra bodysuit.

"Little help" came a call from across the room.

We both looked, and saw Trace benching some weights and needed a spotter. Rochelle had gained her breath by now, and I was in a full rhythm on the stepper.

"I've got ya" she called to him as she crossed the room. Her beautiful 'slimmed down' ass swaying incredibly as she approached him, my cock becoming longer and thicker as I stared at her.

Rochelle took her position at Trace's head being ready to help out if his extensions struggled to set the bar back on the holder. He really was in no danger; he was working with the smaller weight set, but looking to do more reps for toning. Listen to me; I actually understand some of this jargon.

I concentrated on my breathing as I hit my working level of my cardio work, and now it was my time to sweat. I'd have eight more minutes at this level before I could start my cool down. I had nothing better to do but watch Rochelle stand over Trace and be his spotter. Yeah, I think a trip to LA might be a great present to each other for our efforts. Man, does she look hot since she's shed some weight. The 'girls' are still intact and gorgeous, and haven't lost a beat where the rest of her body has started to tone up well. Just watching her from my vantage point, kept my cock in a semi-hard state; it was almost like we were in foreplay already. My cock being semi stiff, and her nipples continuing to harden and push out her outfit.....then I realized that she was standing directly over Trace's head. Wow, that kid must have quite the view; shapely legs covered by thin poly/lycra shorts just inches from his face drawing up to her enticing pussy, and 36DDD's jutting out from above with nipples rising like pencil erasers.

Trace kept going with his reps slowly, and Rochelle leaned in a little bit to ask if he was okay.

"Doing great, thanks..(breath)" he replied with a huge smile.

Rochelle stood back up in her position and started to sway her hips from side to side unwittingly, but I don't think it was lost on Trace. I noticed his eyes surveying her body like I was just a second ago. I then noticed that Trace was thoroughly enjoying her show by the sizeable bulge that was forming in his frumpy workout shorts. Granted, pretty much any guy being in the position he was in would start to get wood too. I looked back to Rochelle and saw that she was looking in the same direction I just was; at the lump forming in Traces shorts. That too would be a normal reaction for any female if placed in her position; but she was staring intently as she continued her swaying from side to side. It was only a few seconds, but she broke her stare and looked over at me realizing that her naughty eyes were caught in front of her husband. Funny thing is that we both smiled at each other, and winked almost simultaneously. Hey, it was just inadvertent happenstance brought on by sweaty half-dressed bodies.

I had about 3 more minutes left on the machine, and was working up a good sweat-and heavy breathing. Once I started my cool down, I was planning on doing some crunches for my ab workout, and call it a day.

Trace returned the barbells to their resting position without needing much assistance from my wife, and lay on the bench for a rest as Rochelle walked over to the machine to do butterflies. That machine always surprised me for the versatility of exercises you can do on it. With a bench seat, you could work arms, back, abs, legs...and pretty much anything in between.

My time was up on the stepper and I started to reign it in from the all out pace I was pushing to a slower jog just to bring my heart rate back into the stratosphere. Whew; I was wet with sweat.

Trace sat up from the bench, and grabbed a towel as he dried himself off. "I'm going to do some more stretches, and then call it a day for the gym. You guys good?"

"I'm just going to do some abs work..(breath)..and then go for a swim. It's nothing..(breath)..that you haven't shown me how to do before, so I'm good."

I dismounted, grabbed my towel and went to the padded floor area close to where Rochelle was using the machine.

"Mrs. Hunter?"

She was working the arms of the machine back and forth causing her 'girls' to really standout every time she moved. "Really? Mrs. Hunter? Come on Trace, its Rochelle. You know better than that.." came her reply with a smirk "..and no, thanks for the offer."

"Okay" he acknowledged as he moved over to the cool down area that had a full walled mirror on it.

"Do you have a big date tonight?" my wife tried prying as she kept up her workout.

"Nah, we broke up last week" 

"Awwww, really? Amy seemed so sweet!"

Trace pulled off his shirt which was damp from perspiration, threw it on the floor, and proceeded to take off his shoes. "She is. It's just better that we back off and go the friend route."

I was doing my abs work by forming a 'V' out of my body and balancing to keep my torso pulling towards my legs - very exhausting; as I observed the interchange between my wife and Trace. She was on my left, and Trace was almost directly in front of us standing in front of the mirror with just his frumpy grey knit sweat pants that were cutoff just above the knees.

"The old 'friends route' is always a suspicious term. Do you mind if I ask if it was Amy's initiating this 'friends route' recommendation or was it your decision?"

Looking at his own body in the mirror as he stretched was something Trace did religiously, all the while talking to Rochelle. "Well, it was kind of mutual, but yes, I guess you could say that she was the one who initiated it."

"That's terrible! What is wrong with her?! I'm sorry for getting so personal, but from what Tom and I have gotten to know about you, I can't see why she would want to break up." Rochelle finished her work, and was just sitting on the bench toweling off.

"It's okay" he said with a somewhat defeated tone to his voice as he continued his stretches. 

I wasn't going to last much longer doing this ab workout it wears me out.

His stretches and flexing caused me to really take a look at this young man. He was very much 'the boy next door' type, but for a 20 year old, had a soft side too him. Soft on the inside and hard on the outside - shredded was more like it. His muscles were clearly defined, not huge like a body builder, just very much in shape - everywhere.

I did one more extension while holding my breath - make this one burn, and you're done.

"Well, I know you say it's okay, but we feel badly for you. We'll plan something to help cheer you up for all of the advice, direction and encouragement you've given Tom and me these past six months."

A smile crossed his face as he continued to stare at himself in the mirror. "Really, it's not a big deal, you two have helped me see that I could really be a personal trainer. I would love to get into that line of work, and as I watch the two of you stick to your plans AND tone up, that in itself is all the reward I need" he said as he looked in our direction breaking his self absorption in the mirror briefly.

I exhaled and released my hold position. I'm done! Breathing heavily and staring at the ceiling to try and recover.

"Well, thanks for the compliments, and you ARE a fantastic trainer, but we won't take no for an answer young man." I saw my wife looking at me out of the corner of my eye.

I closed my eyes for a few seconds, and it was quiet. My breath was coming back to normal when I heard some rustling from Trace's direction. I opened my eyes and sat up. Rochelle was still sitting on the machine bench, totally recovered from her workout, and looking first at me, and then over at Trace.

Trace was still stretching, I guess, but it was more or less inspecting / flexing for his own enjoyment in the mirror. I guess we guys have a tendency to do that, who am I kidding? We all do it, but usually in private. Trace on the other hand, seemed to either block out that we were there, or didn't care. It was very peculiar. We've worked out before, and knew that this was a normal ritual for him, but this time we were all done with our workouts, and my wife and I were just sitting there watching him expose his body in different stances. I felt kind of weird, but wasn't sure why.

Trust me, no matter what kind of person you are, or gender for that matter - when someone who is handsome or beautiful is enjoying their bodies - it's a turn-on. I'm not gay, or bi and never had any inclinations towards men, but I can honestly say that Trace has a physique that is amazing. To deny that seeing a person of the same sex who has an exquisite physique is hard to say that you are repulsed. The human body is a very inspiring thing.

My wife and I continued to sit there and watch as he did this 'dance' in front of us. I looked over at my wife, and she only looked my direction because she saw my head move. A very, VERY naughty smile crossed her angelic face as she then mouthed the words "Oh MY GOD!" to our show. She is wicked when she gets in her moods; and I love them!!

"Hey Trace, I think we're gonna go shower off, and then have a relaxing evening by the pool. If you are bored, and want something to do, we'll be having some grilled chicken for dinner, and you are more than welcomed to join us" I offered as I stood up & stretched my hand towards Rochelle to come along.

Even if he was in a trance watching himself, he seemed to have heard what I offered. "Thanks Mr. H. I don't have anything planned, and I was just going to play HALO, so is it okay if I get back to you in a bit? I'm still not sure I'm up to being 'cheered' up."

"Sure, it's an open invite."

"Should I ask my folks if they'd like to come along?"

"Uh, your Mom was in the pool right before I got here, so I doubt she'll want to come back later. Why don't we just make the offer to you? Let's pass on the offer to your parents for this one" I said as Rochelle and I grabbed our things to head home.

"Alright, Thanks. I'll give you a call in about an hour or so to let you know. Would that be okay?"

"Hey, if you don't show, all that will happen is that we'll have a leftover piece of chicken. Call if you want, or just show up, we're good with either."

Rochelle and I left and walked towards our house to hit the shower. Laura was just getting out of the pool as we came into our yard.

"The water is beautiful!" she yelled to us as she grabbed her towel and started drying off.

"No need to get out because of us Laura, we're just going in to wash the exercise off" Rochelle replied with a smile.

We both redirected our paths from the house to the pool so that we could talk to Laura instead of yell.

"Seriously" I piped in "you shouldn't get out on our behalf."

"No, no, I needed to get out. What time is it anyway?"

"Not sure; maybe around six or six thirty why?"

"Well, Ron and I have plans to meet with friends in San Francisco this weekend, and he wanted to get going before it got too late. I know it doesn't take that long, but he wants to make sure we're in our hotel before ten."

"Fantastic. I was thinking of a trip there myself for Rochelle and my reward for keeping up with this exercise stuff"

Rochelle courteously excused herself; "I'm sorry to run because I really want to get in that shower, but Laura, you and Ron have a safe and fun trip. We'll have to catch up about it when we have our next 'reading circle' okay?" as she headed towards our house.

"That's fine sweetheart, I'll let you know how the trip went once we get back"

Laura is in her early to mid fifties, and is in fabulous shape. I would guess she's about 5' 5", 130 pounds, and all curves. She carried a very respectable set of boobs herself, not quite the set that my wife has, but very nice from what I could tell. 34C's maybe?

"So, is there any particular place that you are visiting while you're there Laura?"

"Well, nothing in particular. We will definitely get to the wharf, and Ron would be beside himself if he didn't go to an A's game, so he and Fred are going tomorrow afternoon while Beth and I will more than likely go to Chinatown."

"Friends from..."

"Oh, friends from our old neighborhood in Sacramento."

"Great. Has it been a long time since you've seen them?"

"Yes. We've always stayed in touch on the phone and emails, but we haven't actually done anything together in years!"

"Well, that sounds like a great time. Let me know if there are any interesting things you come across that might interest us. Like I said, I wanted to plan a trip, but was trying to decide between LA and San Francisco."




Rochelle's Transformation Ch. 02



She slipped on her flip-flops, wrapped herself in her towel, and headed across the lawn. "Oh, I will let you know some of the places that are absolutely fascinating there, but I have to get home so that Ron doesn't have a cow about being out of here on time..."

"Have fun, and be safe."

We parted ways, and I was looking forward to the start of a wonderful evening with my wife. A nice warm shower sounded about right. There is that adrenalin settling feeling that makes you feel alive after a vigorous workout, and after a shower, it makes you feel perfect.

I walked in the backdoor and went for a beer from the fridge. The chicken and veggies were all marinated and ready to be thrown on the grill. Life is good. I took a swig as I wandered towards the bedroom to get in line for the shower; you know women and showers. Why didn't I go first? As I approached the bedroom door, I thought it odd that I didn't hear the shower running at all. Was she done?

I walked in the bedroom door and froze. There on our bed was my beautiful wife totally naked with her favorite vibrator working her nether regions. Whoa!

"Hey mister, care for a ride?" she asked with a thick voice.

"You naughty minx you!" I was undressing as I spoke "You actually had me believing you wanted to shower, when all you wanted to do was get in my pants..."

"Uh huh" she moaned. Her nipples were rock hard and standing up a good half an inch as she massaged her right breast with her left hand, and worked her rabbit with her right. She was dabbling at her opening but not inserting it, concentrating on the 'nub' of it working her clit over well.

I was completely naked in 3 seconds flat, and my cock was rapidly on its way to complete rigidity. I walked over to her, and she spread her legs apart further; providing better access for her 'friend' while watching my groin approaching her. I grabbed my cock and began to stroke it to full hardness while watching my wife build herself into a sexual high. She had this low moan that she was constantly emitting. I could see the folds of her labia were shiny, wet and full. She is an amazing lover when she gets fired up like this, and her body just oozes sexuality. It's almost like we enter a different reality.

"Did you want me right away, or did you have something else in mind?"

"Take me now....pleeasseee. I need your cock!"

I got on the bed, but only positioned myself beside her staying upright from the knees up. I was stroking my cock above her, trying to tease her with just watching me pleasure myself as she was doing to herself. She moaned louder as she watched my hand slid along my length.

"Pleeeaaassssee."

"Do you need a good hard cock to fill you?"

"Yesss.. Sooo badly" 

I watched as her vibrator was now glistening with her fluids. "Do you like to watch me, or do you like to feel me?"

"Both"

"Then why don't you watch me while I watch you?"

Another lust filled moan filled the room as she started to slide her 'friend' along her slippery gash causing it get more and more lubricated with her juices. 

"God, you are sooo hot" I groaned as my own masturbation kicked into high gear. I could feel a rush of energy come on as I watched her toy with her toy.

"You are soooo hot yourself, I love watching you stroke that big cock of yours" there was a tiny yelp that escaped from her as the head of the vibrator worked its way into her tunnel. Both of us were focused on each other's sex while we serviced ourselves.

"You like that big cock huh?"

"Oh yeah...OH YEEAAHHH" the throaty reply told me that she was getting closer to cumming. It also didn't hurt that she was feeding more of her vibrator into her pussy. Slowly working it back and forth just a couple of inches inside of her, and gaining juices on each stroke.

"I get off sooo bad watching you fuck yourself with that cock" I grunted feeling the impending ejaculation building in my balls.

"You dooo??? And I love watching you fist that purple headed prick." With each volley of words, I watched as the vibrator gained further depths inside her. 

"You like it big don't you?"

There was just a nod, and she closed her eyes. There was total concentration as she enveloped the entire 6 inch length of her 'friend' and pressed the nub of the rabbit against her clitoris. "Oh FUCK! Ssshhhhhiiiitttt!!! Fuck, fuck, fuck!!" I knew this was it for her.

"Get it good baby, because this real cock is going to fill you once you let loose..."

"Uh, humpf, OH MY GODDDDD!!" she was sawing that pink ribbed vibrator across her clit as she once again opened her eyes and locked onto my meat stick.

"OH FUCK!" and she jammed it hard into herself as her body shook violently against the onslaught to her pussy. "SSOOooooo GGOOOoooood!! AAhhhhhhhh Oh Fuck!"

I loved watching her do this, and I was so close myself to loosing it, but I wanted to fill her once her orgasm subsided.

"Oh my God....Oh my Godddddddd..." she panted during her sexual ride.

"Oh yeah baby! Now your lover's ready to mount you with this big cock" I clamored to a horizontal position to enter her.

She removed her toy, and breathed heavily "Yes, yes, get that hard cock in me."

I lay on my side and drew her leg over my waist as she lay on her back; it's one of our favorite positions. I pushed forward as my sensitive cockhead found her soaked pussy. It was almost scalding hot as we met.

"Oh my God, you feel like glass to my dickhead" and I pushed forward.

"OHHHhh yesssssssss" she purred.

Within 2 strokes I was buried inside of her- absolute heaven!! Have I mentioned that she is hot??

"You feel amazing lover. I love being filled up by you, please fuck me hard with that schlong of yours."

"Fuck baby, I'm gonna blow real quick here with you talking that way!!" and I started to pump.

"Yess hon, fuck me with your big dick, I love how you feel when you move inside me. I can feel every inch of you, and the veins that run down the length of you..."

God, she drives me crazy when she talks dirty to me.

"Ride me big boy, give me that lovely cock!"

"Oh yeah, OH Yeah..." I felt the sensations building from my toes and barreling toward my cock. "Oh FUCK! Fuuuccckkk!"

"That's it, fill me with that load. Get it!! Oh yeeaahhh get me baby!"

"AAAaaahhhhhh...Shhiiitttt - take....my...fucking...load.... unnnnffhhhh!!" I yelled out as I flooded my wife's pussy with a big load of semen. The feeling of my release as her pussy muscles gripped my throbbing cock was absolutely exquisite. 

"Oh Fuuucccckkkk!" I bellowed as we both collapsed. Whew!

We both laid there for a few minutes just basking in the rush and release that we both experienced. Euphoria is the best way to describe how we both felt. Not a care in the world, and totally sated.

"I pity people who don't have an amazing sex life like ours."

"I know what you mean babe" as my now softening cock was gently released by my wife's drenched cunt.

"Here I was thinking of how I was going to romance my love this evening, and she was already at the finish line waiting for me"

"Thanks hon" she replied with a lazy satisfied smile "I'm sorry if I spoiled your plans, I just needed to be fucked good."

"No complaints here."

"Please continue on with your plans lover. I truly love when you tease and entice me, it makes me feel so alive, but for some reason I just needed to be taken right now."

I leaned forward and gently caressed her cheek and gave her a most sensuous kiss to let her know that I most certainly would continue our romantic evening and build it up to round two of lovemaking.

Shifting my weight and moving up behind her so that we could spoon for a few minutes and let our breathing return to normal. I gently caressed her shoulder up to her neck and gave her gentle kisses against her neck and the area just below her ear."You are amazing babe."

"Hhhmmmmmm. You too my love."

"So, what got you so horny?"

"Huh?"

"Well, I'm just trying to figure out what brought on this hot sex...not that I'm saying anything's wrong with your waiting at the finish line for me, but it's not your normal practice."

"Oh, I don't know.....I was just in the mood...."

"Hhhmmm...okay. I'll just make sure that we do the same workout everyday this week if that's what brought it on" I smirked as I leaned in to look in her deep brown eyes.

"Oh, you'd like that wouldn't you?"

"What hot-blooded male wouldn't? You have an amazing body, and the work that you've done to change your lifestyle and tone up has really paid off. I am the luckiest man in the world to have you, and to be able to experience the best sex in the world only makes me want to repeat it every day!!"

"You are so getting laid mister"

"Again? Now?"

"Well, let's give everything a rest for a little bit. Maybe before bed tonight we could do another romp?"

"Absolutely; that's a deal woman! I'll just have to retrace all of the routines that we both did to get you fired up."

"Stopppp" she giggled as she sat up to get ready for her shower.

"Let's see, she does aerobics while I'm on the stepper, she spots Trace and then does butterflies, quite nicely by the way, as I do ab crunches beside her. Is that right?"

"Sure...."

"Pretty hot, huh?"

"Uh, yeaahhh...." she trailed off as she stood up and walked towards the bathroom door.

"Wait"

She continued to move, but came to a standstill with her back to me.

"It was Trace" I remembered "when you were spotting him at the bench."

I saw her shoulders drop down a little when I said that.

"Yes, when you were spotting him, and I was on the stepper, I looked over and noticed the same thing you did. We winked at each other knowing that we saw him displaying his pleasure in seeing your body close up."

"Sssoooo??" as she slowly turned back around to face me on the bed. There was a sheepish grin on her face.

"Aaaaahhhh hah...I seeeee, you enjoyed teasing the poor boy. That's what fired you up."

Coming back over to the bed wearing a broad smile and then stopping and standing with her arms crossed tried to look me in the eye seriously "Look, I wasn't 'trying' to tease him, it just kind of happened because you usually spot him when he benches."

"So it's my fault?" sheepishly responding.

"No, it's totally a spur of the moment that just happened."

"And you enjoyed it"

"Well, what hot-blooded woman wouldn't?"

"Touché."

"I just thought it was nice to know that a young man found an old overweight woman attractive, and more than showed his appreciation" she snickered.

"You are not overweight!! Curvy in the right spots is how I'd say it. And if I were him, I couldn't think of a more beautiful woman to be teased by. You are quite the cougar!"

"I think he would agree with you."

"Really? Why do you say that?"

"Well, didn't you notice his 'excitement'?"

"Yeah, kind of. It's not like I took a real good look at his bulge."

She just smiled and rolled her eyes. "I'm off for the shower."

"What?"

She rounded the corner of the door going into the bathroom and started running the water "If you didn't see, then there's no need to really discuss it."

What? Now I was a bit confused by her remark. "What, was I supposed to inspect more closely or something? I guess you're going to say that he is hung really well or something right?"

There was a long pause, and I'm not sure if it was because the bath water was drowning out my question or not. I rolled off the bed and headed to the bathroom to follow-up on this conversation.

She was just stepping into the shower as I came into the room. "So... you didn't answer."

"Answer what?"

"I said, was I supposed to take a closer look to see that he was hung like a horse or something?"

A giggle blurted out of Rochelle; still there was no response.

"Well, okay, I'll take that as a yes."

"Lover, stop this trail that you're on. I love you, and this whole thing is nothing for you to worry about. You are my husband, and I will always love you. There is absolutely no way that I am attracted to a 20 year old when I have a loving husband who cares for me more than I ever imagined."

I peeked around the shower curtain and watched as the water cascaded over her body. She had her eyes closed as she was standing right under the shower head and running her hands through her hair. Okay, I know that she still had a few extra pounds that she could shed; she was still beautiful to me. Her breasts lifted slightly as she rinsed, and they were glorious. She moved away from the streaming water to wipe her eyes, and then looked directly at me with an angelic smile.

"Well, if it happens that our new trainer just happens to be 15 years your junior, and is eye candy for you that unleashed what we just did.....I may have to think about this. I'm not sure I feel comfortable with it..."

"Hon, I told you that nothing is going to happen."

"How do you know?"

"Because I love you."

"But there have been others who said they loved their spouse, and still cheated. What makes you different?" I let the curtain fall back to its place while I walked over to the sink to look at myself in the mirror.

"Look, honestly Tom, I would never cheat on you. Why would I? It's just fun causing a young buck to get a rise out of ME. You don't know what that means to a woman. Ever since we've been losing weight, I've never felt better about myself, and that is the ultimate compliment."

"I still don't know if I'm comfortable with it anymore, ESPECIALLY if you say that he's packin'. You don't know what THAT means to a man." I looked at my now softened cock and turned sideways to look at him.

"Aaawwww, but you're perfect."

"Gratuitous huh? I feel sooo much better...."

"No, seriously; Believe it or not, your cock is perfect for me. It's not too big, or small, just right!"

"Then why did you get so turned on? Wasn't it because you saw him getting hard when you were spotting him?"

"That.... and his stretching in front of the mirror..." 

"Oh, so this has been going on for awhile then?"

"No, it just started about an hour ago when I spotted for him."

"How come you seemed to take so much more notice than I did?"

"Not sure hon. I guess it's just a woman's natural tendency when she starts thinking about sex." The water stopped and she pulled back the curtain.

I looked at her wet body standing in the tub as she smiled back at me in the mirror. She grabbed her towel and came over to me still standing at the sink. I felt the coolness of the water droplets on her skin as she wrapped her arms around me from behind. 

"Tom, you have an incredible body, and I love every nook and cranny of you. Stop doubting yourself" as she gently reached down and took my flaccid cock in her hand. "See, this is the perfect size for me, and it always will be" and then the wink that always cuts through any tenseness that builds up in one of our differences. I turned around and gave her my signature bear hug.

"You are still a wicked little minx!" and I smacked her right ass cheek causing her to jump.

"Ooohhhh mmyyyy"

"I guess it's my turn for the shower."

Just as I was about to step into the tub, the phone rang. I was going to let it go to voicemail, but thought I'd grab it since it was only a step or two away.

"Hello?"

Rochelle was bent over drying her hair with a towel as the voice answered "Hi Mr. Hunter; it's Trace."

"Well hey there, what can I do for you Trace?"

My wife stopped drying and looked my direction with large eyes and a drawn mouth.

"I just wanted to call and take you up on the offer for dinner tonight if that's okay."

"Oh, yeah, dinner" fumbling, I forgot all about it "sure, that offer is still on."

Rochelle's eyes just closed and slowly shook her head, all the while with a sheepish grin.

"Well, I want to shower up first, so I may be over in about an hour. Is that going to be too late?"

"Trace, I'm in the same boat. Shower, and then throw dinner on the grill. I figure an hour should be just about right."

"Okay Mr. H, I'll see you in a bit then."

We both looked at each other, and smiled, but weren't sure where all of this was headed.



Rochelle's Transformation Ch. 03



Chapter 3

I was still trying to figure out what was starting to take place in my wife and my relationship with the advent of our trainer Trace. Call me suspicious, or paranoid, but I felt that I was watching my lovely wife become infatuated with our young neighbor. 

After hanging up the phone and agreeing to have him over for dinner and relaxing, I headed back to the shower. Rochelle was finishing drying off from her shower, and looked intently at herself in the mirror - inspecting her changing body.

"Looking good there babe!" I stepped into the tub and drew the curtain.

"Think so?"

"Absolutely! I always thought you did - it's just firmer now. And a lot sexier!" I spoke louder due to the shower running.

"Oh, I don't know. I still feel fat, but I AM noticing the difference since we started taking better care of ourselves and exercising."

"You will always be perfect in my eyes - no matter what you look like."

"That's so sweet! I love you Tom, but you're just saying that because we're married - and you know that I'll put out because of your endearing words."

"Believe what you want - but it's true."

"So, are we still having dinner poolside tonight?" she queried.

"That's the plan. Are you good with that?"

"Sure. Did Trace say he was joining us?"

"He did...." I drew it out longer as if I was asking a question.

"What?"

"Why the sudden interest in his joining us?"

"Oh nothing, I was just curious if he said he could or couldn't make it for dinner."

"He said he decided to take us up on the offer."

"Good," there seemed to be a grin attached to that response.

"Good? ....... Implying?" I kept trying to dig.

"Good that he doesn't have to be alone since his parents are going away and his girlfriend recently dumped him, so I think it would be good for him to get that out of his mind."

"Fair enough....and that's it?"

"What else would I mean by it?"

"Never mind - it's just paranoia on my part."

"Paranoia? Like you're jealous of him? Seriously?!!"

I shut off the water and drew the curtain "Well, yeah. Didn't we just talk about it when you were 

showering?"

"Honey...awe, that's so sweet, but you don't need to be jealous. That whole interaction at the gym was totally spontaneous, and there is no way a 20 year old would be interested in a woman that's close to his mom's age!"

"Uh, yeah"

"What does that mean?"

"You are thinking with your heart, and not like a guy. I was 20 yrs old at one point too."

"What, you had the hots for one of your friend's moms?"

"As a matter of fact, I don't even think I was 20, maybe 17, and yes, Sean's mom was HOT!!!"

"Really?!"

"You're just assuming that because you're on the older end of the equation that he wouldn't be 

interested. Granted, it wouldn't be on the relational level that women so much dream about, just sheer hormones from his perspective."

There was a long pause as if she was trying to digest it.

"So, are you going to tell me that you NEVER had a crush on one of your friend's dads, or maybe you babysat for someone where the husband was a hunk?"

"Well..." she finally admitted.

"See? And you're going to tell me that it was LOVE?"

"Okay, I see your point. But there is no WAY that Trace is like that."

I smiled and laughed out loud "SURE..."

We both agreed to let it go as we got dressed. I hurried to fire up the grill, and get dinner started. Rochelle readied the table by the pool; all three place settings. This was going to be a 

relaxing weekend with my wife.

"So, where do you want to go for our reward?" I asked as I flipped the chicken.

"I've always wanted to go to LA to tour the photography galleries they have there."

"Hmm. I may even enjoy that myself. Why don't you start looking at which ones you'd like to visit, and we'll plan a trip within the next month or two?"

"That would be awesome!" as she beamed with delight.

"Hello." The call came from across the yard.

We both looked and saw Trace walking towards us from his house.

"Welcome," we said in unison.

"Your timing is perfect for dinner." I removed both chicken and vegetables from the grill and on to the serving tray.

"I brought along a bottle of Merlot. I hope it's the right kind." He handed it to Rochelle.

"You didn't have to do this," she said as she took the bottle from him and gently grasped his arm with the other hand.

"It's only proper."

"Quite the gentleman there Mr. Trace," I said as we all headed towards the table to eat our luscious dinner. "Please, take a seat, and we can dig in."

"Thank you."

Dinner was awesome; both the food and the conversation. Trace is soft spoken and he's 

got a good head on his shoulders. I was impressed with his demeanor and courtesy. It was the first 

time that we got to spend some personal time with him away from the gym. Not that we didn't know 

him in a personal setting; it was usually when he was with his girlfriend Amy that we got to know him. We asked him about school, what his plans were for his future, hobbies other than the gym, and then Rochelle had to go there.....

"So, I'm sorry if I was too pushy in the gym, but I was just curious as to why Amy decided to reclassify your relationship to 'just friends'?"

"Uumm. Well...," he looked at her first, and then at me, "I'm not sure I completely understand myself."

"That's terrible. She didn't actually tell you why?"

"Yes and no."

"What? So what was it that she did say?"

I decided I should jump in, "Hey babe, look, let's just let it go. I can see that it's too uncomfortable for...." I was cut short mid sentence by Trace.

"No, it's okay," he said moving forward on his seat.

"Trace, honey, it's okay. Tom's right, we don't need to pry. Besides, tonight was supposed to be getting your mind OFF of it, not scrutinizing your relationship. Women just always want to know." She placed her hand on top of his. I noticed that her hand, which is relatively small to begin with, was dwarfed by his huge mitt. Hmmm....I never realized his hands were so large.

"It's okay Mrs. Hunter, I should talk about it."

"Not until I clean off the table and break open that wine," she said with a glimmer in her eyes.

We all stood up and took our respective dinnerware into the kitchen, opened the wine, and poured a glass for each of us. Casually we strolled back to the pool, and each one of us reclined on a lounge while our conversation continued.

"So, as much as I thought we were getting along, she said that it wasn't working for her. She really liked me, and we had fun together, but ...." his voice trailed off as he searched for the right words. "It's just that when we became intimate, it wasn't right. God, this IS kind of embarrassing."

"Awe, sweetie, I think I understand. It's just that she felt things were going too fast, and she wanted to wait for marriage or something like that?"

"No......not quite." He shifted in his seat.

"Okay, now I am TOTALLY lost."

"We were fine; or so I thought. It's just that when we tried physically it didn't work."

Both Rochelle and I looked at each other pretty much realizing what Trace said without saying it. I replied back to him for both of us.

"Okay Trace, I think we understand, but my question is; was Amy a virgin?" I shifted in my seat.

A chuckle escaped from him. "No. She wasn't a virgin."

I laughed out loud. "Weeellll, ....okay then. Anyone want some more wine?" as I took the bottle to fill my own glass. Trace held out his glass but quickly diverted his eyes from me, knowing that I understood that he truly was gifted in the cock department. That was different; he blushed like he was embarrassed by the revelation. I smiled back and gave him a wink as I refilled his glass. I guess what Rochelle said earlier in the shower was just confirmed by the owner himself.

"Babe, would you like some more?"

Rochelle was daydreaming when she looked up at me and smiled holding out her glass. "Yes please." 

I sat back down in my lounge chair, and everyone all of the sudden had absolutely nothing to say. We just all stared at the pool, and smiled at each other courteously. It was a tense environment; we realized what had just transpired.

Rochelle broke the ice. "So Trace, what do you have planned for your weekend since mom and dad are out of town?"

"Nothing really."

"No big party with friends or anything?"

"Nope."

There was another lull in our conversation as no one seemed to know what to say. The sun had about another hour or so before it went beyond the horizon, and I thought a relaxing swim was a good idea.

"Well, I don't know about you two, but I think I'm gonna cool off in the pool for a bit before the sun sets."

"That sounds good babe."

"I guess I could head home now and leave you two with a nice evening all to yourselves."

We all stood up to go but Rochelle answered, "I thought you said you didn't have any plans?"

"I don't."

"So you don't WANT to go swimming?"

"I just don't want to intrude."

We looked at each other, and shrugged to see if it was okay. I wasn't bothered by his joining us - hell, if my wife gets fired up by staring at a hunk, and takes it out on MY cock - all the better for me right?

"You're not intruding at all. Wasn't our offer for dinner and a swim?" Rochelle queried.

"I don't remember"

"Well, we're going in to get changed, and you can meet us back out here when you're changed too."

"You're sure?"

"Trace, we better hurry up before the sun sets, and it starts getting colder. We offered, and you're more than welcome to join us" I piped in to reassure him.

"Cool"

And we all went to our respective houses to get changed. Rochelle and I headed to our bedroom to get on our swimsuits, and I could tell that she was almost giddy as she removed her sundress.

"Goodness Mrs. Hunter, you sure seem excited about something"

"Oh Tom... would you stop?"

"What? You don't like being teased?" as I removed my clothes and grabbed my trunks.

"This is ALL just a tease" as she was now naked and reaching for her one-piece suit. Wow, did she look radiant; her nipples became erect and I could make out small goose bumps on her skin.

Slipping on my trunks and heading to the bathroom to grab our towels, I stopped right in front of her and could smell her scent. There is an amazing smell that she gives off when she becomes sexually excited. It's intoxicating. I stood there watching her place her feet through the leg holes of her suit, and got an even stronger waft of her scent. My cock was like a lightning rod that lengthened in seconds.

"Teasing me?" I said as she stood up to pull her suit up over her torso. Her nipples continuing to increase in length and hardness - just like my cock.

"Teasing everyone" she grinned as she gave her 'girls' a hard squeeze together before stuffing them into the last part of her suit.

"You better stop that before we never make it out to that pool. Look what you're doing to me!" I pointed to my trunks tenting out.

"Mmmmm...that looks tasty."

I approached her, wrapped my arms around her waist, and drew her into my body. I could feel her hardened nipples through her suit on my chest. She returned the embrace by wrapping her arms around my neck and closing her eyes, leaned forward to kiss me with an opened mouth. Our lips and tongues entwined each others as I ground my rock hard cock into her pussy; dry-humping like high school kids. Moans escaping from both of us.

I reached up and pulled her suit back down from her shoulder to reveal her left breast. Just as I engulfed her massive globe, and broke our kiss to take her sensitive nipple into my mouth, she let out a guttural moan and stiffened with a shiver. Did she just have an orgasm? I continued tickling her rock hard nipple with my tongue until the quaking subsided all the while grinding my cock against her crotch. 

She grabbed my chin and brought it back up so that she could look me in the eye as her breathing was short and rapid. "You have to stop....(whew)...this right now.....(huh)" another quake as her eyes rolled back in their sockets. She was absolutely in a mind altering state. I felt a hot dampness on my groin through my swim trunks- yes; that was in fact an orgasm she had from just dry humping and my sucking her left nipple. 

"Damn babe, you are absolutely on FIRE!!" I pressed my hard cock into her as I grabbed her ass and pressed as hard as I could.

"Oooohhhh.... no..... noo...." she said as she tried to push me back from her. "Tom....please, I so DESPERATELY want to be filled by you, but we just insisted that our neighbor join us for the evening...(whew).. and as much as I'd love to fuck your brains out right now, can we just keep this thought until we've sent our guest home?"

"God you are such a tease!! Shit!" as I released my hold of her hips and ass. I absolutely love when she cums, but here I was standing here with blue balls.

She fell back on the bed to recover from her orgasm, and try to either stave me off, or just say screw Trace, and fuck me. She looked intently at my stiff cock that was still straining against my trunks, then closed her eyes and exhaled. "No.....we have to be considerate guests - please Tom, we can continue this tonight - God you are so hot and fucking hard." 

I looked towards the ceiling and then closed my eyes. God, how does she do this to me?? "You drive me insane woman! I can't believe you would leave me just standing here like this" trying to play on her sympathy.

"Tom, please.... you know I want to, but we promised Trace that he was to come back to swim."

"So, let him swim by himself until we're done"

She looked at me with those deep brown eyes that make my knees weak. "Okay, here is my promise; let's go out for our swim, and after we call it a night with him, you can do whatever you want with me for the whole weekend." 

"Oh man!!" as I closed my eyes and tried to slow the desire burning in my loins. It was going to take a minute or two for this wood to subside. "I swear you have turned into a tease."

"You say that like it's a bad thing....."

"Okay, okay, I promise to back off, but ONLY until our visitor goes home."

"Thanks babe" she said as she sat up and resituated herself into her bathing suit.

I headed to the bathroom to take a leak, but more importantly to splash some cold water on myself to try to kill the hard-on that she created.

"I'm going to head out to the pool in case our guest arrives" as she grabbed our towels and briskly headed back to the pool.

It only took me about five minutes to cool my jets, but it was enough time to hear the muffled voices of my bride and our neighbor's son in the back yard. We were almost out of the wine that Trace brought for dinner, so I headed to the kitchen to retrieve a fresh bottle of Shiraz for us all. After opening it, I headed out to the pool.

Rochelle and Trace entered the pool as I approached, she in her aqua colored one-piece, and Trace in his lime green trunks. Rochelle then slunk down and pushed off to glide across the water and swim the length of the pool. Trace was splashing water onto his arms to get ready to go under; all the while watching her move through the water. Her beautiful ass was visible as she kicked her way through the water.

"Anyone for a refill?"

"No thanks" Trace replied as he stretched out his arms and went headlong under water; heading towards the deep end.

"Hon?"

Rochelle came to a stop at the edge of the deep end and held on, wiping her eyes to see. "What?"

"I said; would you like a refill?"

"Maybe in a bit. I want to do just a few laps first."

"Sounds good"

They swam lengths of the pool as I sat on the lounge and took a few sips from my glass. I truly did love my wife, and we had a solid relationship, but here she was seemingly becoming infatuated with a kid who was some 14 or 15 years her junior. Was it my imagination gone awry? Even though I had a sarcastic tone and jested with her about it, it seemed that my feelings were being affected; hurt. Why was I starting to go down this road? I didn't want to share my wife with anyone else! Jealousy was starting to take root.

She was the first one out of the pool, and coming towards me looking for a towel. I drank in her form as she walked towards me, and I had to smile. Perfect in my eyes; all 150 pounds or so of her. Her curves were stunning! I grabbed her towel, and stood up to greet her. Opening the towel and welcoming her into it while wrapping my arms around her and giving her a signature hug. We stood there, my holding her close from behind, facing the pool as Trace swam a few more laps.

"Love you sweetheart."

"Love you too Tom."

"Not sure why, but I'm feeling at bit uneasy about this whole thing."

"What whole thing?" she said as she broke my hug to look at me.

"You know; Trace saying that he's hung like a horse, and you getting giddy around him."

"Oh, babe....it's nothing for you to concern yourself about. Really. I love ONLY you, and no one else."

"But you sure seem to get horny as hell when he's around."

Rochelle grabbed my face and deeply looked into my eyes "Tom Hunter; you stop this right now. Earlier you told me that you had the hots for one of your friend's mom when you were a teen, but it was lust not love, right?"

"Yeah"

"Well, I don't think Trace finds me attractive, but even if he did, it would just be the hots...not love right?"

"Maybe, maybe not."

"Maybe not - only because I'm YOUR wife - everyone else seems to be ambiguous. Your friend's mom had a husband you know - and he probably saw you ogling her."

She did make me think about Mr. Good, and if he did ever catch me just gazing at her. Man, she 

had amazing tits, and she wasn't shy about flaunting them either!

"Okay, I believe you, and you're right - it probably isn't love. It still doesn't make me feel any better knowing that my wife is actually getting hot over a young stud."

This time there was a longer pause.

Gazing at my chest, running her nails across my belly and up to my chest then looking me in the eye said "Okay, I have to admit, it's NOT love Tom, but more curiosity on my part. I do find him attractive, and the whole big cock thing really intrigues me. Hell, it would intrigue any woman."

"Intrigues? That's it?"

"Well, didn't your friend's mom intrigue you? Didn't you ever want to see her naked?"

"Sure - especially her boobs."

"See? It's the same thing."

"So, I always thought the visual thing was a 'guy' thing, and women were interested in the 

relationship."

"True, but when a woman sees that she actually is the cause of a man's erection, the visual is 

definitely a turn-on."

"And this all happened just today?"

"Yep, just when I volunteered to spot him at the bench press."

"Damn!"

"I never would have thought a thing, until I saw his cock stir while I was spotting him."

"And it turned you on?"

"Uhh... yeah!" and out came that broad smile that would knock anyone dead.

We both noticed that the splashing water stopped. We turned, and watched as Trace exited the shallow end of the pool to retrieve his towel. He wiped his hair from his face and out of his eyes. I studied him as he walked towards us and saw that his years of working out made him into what most people would consider a California dream boy; tall, V-shaped upper body, broad shoulders, square jaw, and muscular legs. I had been avoiding this for awhile, but I guess it was now time to see if I could make out this big dick of 

his. Fortunately for us, a swimsuit is the best way to check out someone's body without them actually being naked in front of you.

My gaze shifted to his groin of the lime green trunks. Sure enough, there was the beast he previously stated he owned. It was true. His flesh tube extended down the left leg of his shorts a good couple of inches, and he was still soft. Wow, some guys are just lucky I guess. I broke my staring, and slowly looked over to my bride. 




Rochelle's Transformation Ch. 03



She seemed to be in a trance as he approached - almost gawking at his cock. She caught herself, 

shifted her gaze from his groin, then to his eyes - smiled curtly, and then turned to look at me. There was adrenaline running through those veins of hers - like she was going on a carnival ride. She smiled not only with her mouth, but her eyes as well.

"Intrigue," I whispered.

"Seems we polished off that bottle you brought along....." I stated in a more normal voice so he could hear me. "I was just about to go in for a swim myself, so if you'd like some more wine, I brought out a fresh bottle for us to share. Help yourselves" and I dove in the deep end.

Ahh...refreshing when you jump in a pool. There is that split second shock to your body, and then you are instantly contented. I am so glad that we built the pool. I swam to the edge, and decided I should do some laps too, but more for relaxation than exercise. I needed to try to figure out what was happening in not only my mind, but my wife's as well. This all was happening serendipitously, but I was in major conflict with what I should be doing or reacting versus how everything was playing out.

I swam as I thought. Okay, if Trace got turned on by looking at my scantily clad wife that was 

leaning over him, does that mean he's attracted to her? Not necessarily - it's probably hormones. I'd get hard looking at her too in that position whether I was his age or mine. No harm from Trace's side; just natural male reaction. I think that's reasonable.

Okay. Now, my wife wouldn't have even 'entertained any thoughts' unless she saw it move when she was spotting him. Was she intentionally looking BEFORE he got hard? She finds him attractive, tells me she loves me, but says it's just a matter of intrigue. Maybe I'm being more critical of her because she's my wife, but I know we needed to talk about this in greater detail. It seemed that this whole situation and its outcome were totally in my wife's control. This 'intrigue' was being driven by, and could be cut-off by her.

I slowed from laps, and treaded water for a bit. I again was glad that we built the pool - life was good. I looked over and saw that Trace and my wife were on the lounges, holding their wine glasses, and casually talking. I swam towards them, held on to the side as I buoyed myself with slow kicks, and listened in on the conversation.

"It's mostly going along and setting up the flash strobes and reflective panels."

"I don't know" Trace said as he looked in my direction.

"Really, it wouldn't be difficult at all, and I would let you know everything that I needed done or moved. Right Hon?"

"Uh, not sure I'm following you."

"I just was talking to Trace about coming along on some of the location shoots with me as an 

assistant."

"Well, I don't know, maybe we can talk about it first."

"I guess I should have asked you first babe; I'm sorry. Wouldn't you like to take a break from being my assistant?"

"Well, I don't know. It's not that hard, but it is kind of a pain in the ass honestly. Those screens and lights aren't heavy, but clunky and annoying."

"Tommm" she whined "you're not selling the job too well for me" as she smiled over at Trace.

"Well, the boss is FANTASTIC! If that wasn't the case, I would have quit this job long ago" as I decided to pull myself out of the pool.

"Seriously Trace, he hates going to shoots with me. I know that the job isn't all that exciting, but I figured that any college kid could use a few extra dollars."

"True" he said.

"So is that a yes?"

"You really are serious about this aren't you?"

"Absolutely"

Trace first looked at me, and then looking intently into Rochelle's eyes and grinned that glowing smile "Okay, IF and ONLY if Mr. Hunter is okay with it, I'll do it."

Like a giddy school girl, she screamed, jumped up and lunged towards him almost knocking his lounge chair over as she wrapped her arms around his torso. Hugging him and snuggling her head against his shoulder quickly as not to make more of a scene than she already was. She drew back "I'm sorry, I'm just so happy that you said yes."

"I know the folks will be glad I said yes too."

The smile that was plastered to my wife's face was fascinating - she did seem to be smitten with him. She turned to look at me, released her hold on Trace, and strolled towards me with her wicked grin.

"I guess I'm officially fired....." 

"Only for the photographer's assistant position. All other positions are still yours to keep" she said as she wiggled her ass up against my groin. "ALL positions" she added quieter to avoid Trace's hearing.

My cock began to stir. I grabbed her hips and pulled her against me. "This is torture woman! I am going to send him home right now if you don't knock it off."

She turned her head to look at me over her shoulder, and still had the grin embedded. "Okay..." as she pushed my hands from her hips and moved away.

I grabbed my towel, and dried off as Rochelle went back over to fill everyone's glasses with the bottle of Shiraz. I knew that we all were feeling extremely good after sharing two bottles of wine, a great dinner, and the relaxing swim. We have a pretty good tolerance for alcohol, but I knew that I was pretty buzzed and I'm sure Rochelle was feeling no pain either. Her giddy nature, and the fact that she was flirting with Trace told me that she was treading on ground that we were never on before. Even with our 

conversation about intrigue....it still bothered me.

"I'll have to look at my schedule, but I think there's an appointment for the girls' volleyball team in about a month. They would absolutely be thrilled if you came along. I think I could get better smiles from them if you were my assistant."

"That's very kind of you to say, but I don't think that it would be because of my being there."

"Think what you'd like, but I know how women think" she said with a sparkle in her eye.

Trace just chuckled "Maybe you can clue me in sometime..."

"That will take a lifetime Trace" I chimed in.

He gleamed that fantastic smile at me "That's what I hear."

"You men are all alike...." my wife said laughing as she stood up and jumped back in the pool.

"Really, I'm sorry if I accepted an offer from your wife before you had a chance to talk to her in private. I didn't mean anything by it, but she seemed very genuine and forthcoming about my helping out."

"It's okay Trace. I know that I said we should talk about it first, but I know that she feels like she'd like to thank you for all that you've done for us. You haven't taken a dime for being our own personal trainer, and it has really helped her self-esteem to lose some weight."

"It's been my pleasure."

"If I do say so, she sure is looking good. I know she wants to lose more, but to me, she looks great right now."

"I agree. Mrs. Hunter is toning up very well, and I can see that she has much more spring in her step lately." He took another sip from his glass. "I'm sorry; I didn't mean that in an inappropriate way."

I grinned. "I think I know what you meant. I refer to them as her 'girls', and they aren't shy."

"You're a great man Mr. H., and I want you to know that if you are okay with me taking the part-time gig of being her assistant, I will be an honorable gentleman."

"I wouldn't think otherwise" I said with a wink.

We watched Rochelle gently floating as she did a backstroke the length of the pool, it was an incredible display of her girls sitting high above the water.

"But what would you believe would be 'less than honorable'?"

"Pardon?"

"You said you'd be honorable, but what would that mean?"

"Uh, I'm not sure what you mean, or where you're headed with this?" there was a seriousness to his voice. "If you aren't comfortable, then by all means, I don't want to be a problem for the two of you."

"Relax. It's okay, I just wanted to see what you were thinking."

"Not thinking too much into it. I can see that you have been though."

"Well, do you find my wife attractive?"

"Wow, where is this coming from?"

"Seriously, I just want to know." We were now sitting up from our lounges and facing each other; man to man.

"Really? I mean, if you are uncomfortable with me being around your wife, then maybe I should back off and let you two train on your own."

"Trace, it's okay. Let me just ask you a few questions, and I think we can get this back on track. We've been having a great time having you here tonight, and I don't want to bring it crashing down with any misunderstandings."

He looked confused, and apprehensive, but then again, I wouldn't blame him.

"I'm not mad, just trying to feel things out here; she is after all, my wife."

"Absolutely!"

"Okay, let's start again..... do you find my wife attractive?"

"From my perspective; yes, you have an attractive wife Mr. Hunter. Please let me say that I am not 

pursuing your wife, I am just stating that your wife is attractive."

He's being honest - good. 

"Do you think she finds you attractive?"

Deer in the headlights look hit his face - "Uh.... I don't know. Should I?"

I chuckled and leaned over to pat his shoulder. "It's okay; there isn't a right answer to any of these questions. Well, there is, but not that one."

"Good" he said as he lightened up with a grin.

I leaned back and took another look at him. I could see that he was being totally honest, and this was just a normal young male being driven by hormones. He wasn't pursuing my wife, it was based entirely on her physical presence when he was lifting weights.

He saw me looking at him "Look, Mr. H., I can see that you are concerned about my coming on to your wife, and I have the utmost respect for you, and her. I would no way cause you to feel that I am a threat to you or her."

"Were you reading my mind?"

He wiggled his fingers at me attempting to simulate a magician "Maybe I was...." he said with a smirk.

"Levity; that's good - Thanks Trace." I finished the rest of my wine and set the empty glass on the table. "I remember being in your shoes - same kind of situation. Strange how everything comes around. Hell, Rochelle and I just talked about it a little bit ago."

He just sat there looking off into space, and then our eyes met "So, everything turned out okay?"

"It's okay, and it's nothing Trace. I just remember having fantasies about a friend of mine's mom when I was about your age. It really was nothing....I was just infatuated with her tits." Did I just say that to the kid who's ogling my wife?

I did.

There was a muffled chuckled that escaped him. "It's okay Mr. H. I totally understand. I've seen a few MILFs in my life."

"Yeah, but she's MY wife... that's what makes this uncomfortable... that, and the fact that you admitted you're a heavy packer....." as I looked over to him, meeting his eyes, then leading my gaze to his groin (wow....it was extremely visible) and then back to his eyes.

He diverted his eyes and reached down to adjust his package.

"Plus the fact that if I had a cock like yours, I may have gotten to see Sean's mom's tits in person" anger was beginning to bubble up. "My wife has noticed your endowment."

Trace picked up on it "Mr. H., I realize that I am causing problems that I truly didn't intend 

to happen. Not that I am innocent, but I'm strictly being attacked based on a physical 'feature' that I have no control over. I was born this way, and it has always been a problem with other guys....not the ladies."

I sat there stunned at his true words. I was getting mad and jealous at him because he was born with a big 'feature'. Shit, this sucks! To complicate things, my WIFE has seen his 'feature', albeit clothed, and seems to be sexually attracted to him......or it? 

"Mr. H., I swear to you, I am NOT making advances on your wife, nor will I. She is an attractive woman, and I would be lying if I said that I haven't enjoyed watching her transform into a more slender / fit woman. BUT, and I want to emphasize BUT; I would never dishonor you by taking advantage of your wife because of my endowment."

There was a voice that broke our personal conversation; "Are you boys okay over there?" It was Rochelle.

"Yes ma'am" Trace responded for us.

She was coming out of the pool from the shallow end, heading towards us with a sexy stroll. The sun was past setting, and the cooler night air was setting in. I was so torn emotionally with what had just transpired with Trace and my conversation, but he did help ease my fears; almost reading my thoughts.

Rochelle came up to us and stood at the feet of our lounges, hands on her hips, and shifting her weight to her right side while keeping her left leg straight. "I thought you both would come in for another swim, but you guys have been over here talking like girls....is everything okay? Tom, are you upset about my asking Trace to be my assistant?"

I started coming back to reality "No babe, we're all good. I think he'd be a great replacement for me on those 'wonderful' location shoots."

He started to blush "Thanks Mr. H."

Rochelle smiled that killer smile at me, and then to Trace. "Oh good. It's hard to find good help, 

especially if the outgoing 'employee' fills their head with nonsense" giving him a wink.

She shifted her weight more evenly between both legs, and did a backwards stretch of her arms causing the 'girls' to press hard against her suit. Because of the cool air, and her just getting out of the pool, those nipples were screaming to be let out. Acting as though she was doing cool down stretching, she was really doing an exotic dance for us both. Twisting at her waist, she gave us profile shots of her mammoth orbs, and putting her head back and arching her back made them stand out even further. I just sat there enjoying her exhibitionism in front of us - she was officially a tease in my eyes. I know that I normally would do something to interrupt this display, but things just changed moments ago with our discussion. If he was true to his word, and wasn't going to make advances towards my wife, why couldn't he enjoy a 'show' that my wife was doing in front of us? I was going to be the beneficiary, not him, and what man doesn't like to show off his wife? 

She continued this charade in front of us without either of us saying a word, all the while keeping our eyes locked onto this tantalizing performance. She was now playing this out, and perceived that we were enjoying her display; I think her sheepish grin and twinkling eye confirmed my perception. She was now doing side stretches; raising one arm over her while reaching the other towards her closest 

knee / ankle. This emphasized her beautiful boobs, and also pulled her suit tight against her pubic area revealing her delicate folds pressing against the material. Left side then right side and back. Mesmerizing how erotic it looked. Her body was treating her well....and my cock....which started to plump up. 

Next, she rocked her hips in small circles as she reached high above her head. Her nipples were harder than I can remember them being - seemingly able to poke through that material. I looked to her angelic face, and she had an extremely wicked grin, and then our patented wink. She looked over at Trace, and then to his groin. Her eyes flashed bigger for a second and then back up to his face. A smile broke across her face showing her bright whites, and her eyes then returned to his crotch where she unabashedly stared while she gyrated those beautiful hips. She then came down from her raised arm stretch and turned her back to us and bent over to do windmills while displaying her 

amazing ass to us. Her suit was riding high and tight across her ass cheeks as it came down into her fertile delta; again showing her labia full against the suit.

I looked over at Trace who was grinning, but gazing directly at her welcoming pussy. I then glanced down at his suit, and was amazed at the wood he was building. It no longer was laying against his thigh, but stretching the material away from his leg and extending towards the leg opening....maybe a good seven or eight inches....and way thicker than before. Holy SHIT! That's a fucking dick! I looked back up to his 

face, and he was still glued to her dance. He reached down and adjusted himself for better comfort but that only caused his cock to get longer and harder....if that was possible. Damn!

Rochelle now added a little twist to her 'windmill' show. When she reached across her body on the downward motion, she twisted her hips slightly towards Trace so that she could look me in the eye. When she had my eyes, she then did a pelvic dip a few times as she raised one eyebrow that emphasized her wickedness. MY cock took a quick ride from semi to full bore boner. She stopped, realigned herself, came back up and repeated her bend on Trace's side - this time I got to see the promised land thrust in my direction, and it was HOT!! I could make out that her suit had ridden up INTO her folds, and the heavy flesh of her labia was wrestling to expose itself. Back up, and down to my side again - giving the pussy show to our neighbor this time. Her eyes met mine, but this time they rolled to the back of her head as she mouthed the words "OH MY GOD!", never stopping her simulated fuck show to our neighbor. She then came back up, and gave me one last show of her pussy - this time her outer lips made it just past the material - what a fuckin sight!! I almost blew a load right there. The bunched up material had to be driving her clit crazy as she thrust up and down.

Before she came back up, I looked over at her face and her eyes were locked onto Trace's crotch as she humped. I tried to be as inconspicuous as possible as I took a look myself and was almost as awestruck as she must have been. He was at full mast - if not 100%, awfully close - and it was what you would see in a porn movie. Granted, he was in his swimsuit, but it barely was able to hide ANYTHING from the imagination. The leg opening was tightly pulled up as it mimicked the shape of his engorged cockhead. Hell, I was surprised that it wasn't actually sticking out the bottom. I didn't want to get caught staring, so I glanced back to my wife's face and she was still locked on to it. She closed her eyes, and 

then stood back up facing away from us. She stopped the hip gyrations, and then adjusted her swimsuit crotch so that it wasn't embedded in her nether regions. She looked over her shoulder at me and then turned around to face me. God, she looked like she was glowing.

"I think I should get going for the night." 

Rochelle and I both turned to look at Trace as he broke the dead silence. He was turning away from us to grab his towel as he stood up, but we both looked down to see that he had quite a difficult time swinging his left leg over the edge of the lounge without breaking the log that tented out his swim trunks. He stood up and covered his 'feature' with the balled up beach towel all the while knowing that we knew what he was doing.

"Thanks for the great evening and fantastic dinner" as he stretched out his big mitt to shake my hand.

I stayed seated as I shook his hand, my other tried to hide my own hard-on. "Good, I'm glad you enjoyed yourself; we did too. It was nice to have you over to get to know you a little better. We'll have to do it again sometime."

"That would be awesome" he said as he released my hand and gestured towards Rochelle as if waving 

awkwardly goodbye. "Have a good evening."

She just smiled, waved back awkwardly, and quickly diverted her eyes from him and looked to me. She was embarrassed by her dance, but couldn't hold back a slowly growing wicked grin as she was trying not to look at him. "Thanks, Trace. Glad you enjoyed your evening; have a great one yourself."




Rochelle's Transformation Ch. 03



"Night" he said as he walked across the grass, his towel held in front of his trunks.

Rochelle took a giant breath in, and exhaled in a huff as she turned to face me. "Oh my God!"

I stood up, and let my hard-on do what it wanted without my attempt to hide it. "You sure surprised me with that little show" as I reached for her waist to pull her close to me.

"I don't know why I did that..." as she slid into my arms, "..it's gotta be the wine."

Smirking, I leaned in and kissed her hard as I pressed firmly into her crotch. She returned my pressure and grabbed my ass to pull me into her even harder.

I pulled my face away but kept the grinding up on her pussy "I have a hard time believing it to be the wine."

Grinning and still dry-humping me she said "Maybe it was my way of cooling down after my swim. Kind of like his cooling down in front of the mirrors after his workout today."

"I see, you're just returning a favor - is that it?"

"Yeah, something like that" kissing me hard again.

"My, my, my, you sure are taking this teasing thing to a whole new level aren't we?" 

"Care to finish our evening....say... in the bedroom?" her eyes filled with lust.

"I thought you'd never ask."

We separated our mock sex, and held hands as we walked towards the house together; this was going to be an amazing fuck session; I could smell her scent again. She was so sexually stimulated at that very moment.

"Race you to the bedroom" she called over her shoulder.

"I have to take a piss, so I'll be there in just a second." The wine had built up, and I needed to relieve it before we spent the next hour or so enjoying each other's bodies.

I made a quick stop at the bathroom to piss and to take off my wet suit, then headed off to our bedroom to make passionate love to my bride.

I walked in, but didn't see her. "Hello..."

"Sshhhh..." came her admonishment from the corner of the bedroom near the window.

The curtain was never closed to the outside world, and she stood there in front it. Our lights were on, and she had her bathing suit pulled down to her waist as she was massaging her massive 'girls' for anyone to see; that anyone would have been the neighbors.

I answered in a whisper "What are you doing over there?"

I slowly walked towards her – also allowing the outside world to see me in all my glory. This was new for us; we were never exhibitionists, and this was kind of exciting. I knew what was transpiring, and I was okay with it. As I drew close to her, I planned to come up behind her and place my hardening cock against those beautiful ass checks.

A deep guttural moan released from Rochelle as I brought my body against hers. She released her breasts and pulled my hips hard against her ass, and groaned louder. I reached forward and cupped her fantastic orbs while she ground herself hard against my cock.

"Fuck" she moaned "do you see him?"

"Who?"

"Trace.....with that huge cock of his.... Oh my God! This is so HOT!"

I leaned in to see where she was looking; it was Trace's bedroom window. He was totally naked, stroking his cock in front of his dresser mirror. His backside was more in our direction, but I could see that he was working himself over pretty good. His stroking was a moderate rhythm, and it caused his ass check to dimple with his down stroke, and return on the upstroke. He was fucking his fist...

"This is pretty hot, huh?" I played along.

"Oh my God....I came in here to pull the blinds, and I saw him take off his trunks....(unngh)"

I continued to drill my cock into her ass crack that was still covered by her suit. "And you've stayed glued to this spot ever since then?"

"Yes." (moan) "He was just pulling off his trunks when I came to the window, and I got a full view of his wonderful cock. It was so hot.....and so BIG....oh my God." 

"This is like watching a porn movie....just that it's in the flesh, and right next door. Does that get you hot?"

She shuddered and groaned again "I need you to fuck me right now Tom!"

I moved back, grabbed her suit from around her hips, and pulled them down roughly. She helped by holding on to the window sill and pulling her feet out as I stood on the material. She cleared both feet from her suit, and stayed in the position with her hands planted on the edge of ledge. I knelt down to breath in her sex, and tongue her gash. Her labia was swollen, fiery pink, and almost dripping with her juices. A deep moan again escaped her as my tongue stretched forward to savor her honey. God she was so ready to be mounted. My fingers glided across her smooth ass and separated her pussy lips; she was so slick with her own juices, my cock was rock hard. I love her feel – so amazingly soft and smooth – and she was in rare form. I moved my hand forward, and covered her clit with my index finger. She purred and melted when I touched her, but stiffened and took a quick breath in.

"Oh my God!! Shit..."

"What?" I stood up to see if she was okay.

Right before us stood Trace; still in his bedroom – but gazing at us while manhandling his beast. He stopped stroking when he saw us looking at him. We were all frozen in time....

My head was spinning – here was my wife – fully naked in front of our neighbor's son being titillated physically by her husband, but visually by the hunk next door. She didn't move, but had her eyes glued to his phallus.

"Please Tom" in a whimpering voice "fuck me from behind so I can watch him."

God, this was bizarre! I've never been an exhibitionist, and I've never let anyone see my wife naked on purpose, but here we were; naked in front of a young man, and I was going to let him watch me sink my cock into my wife's hot cunt.

I was getting turned on by this.

I stood behind her, grabbed her hips and aimed the head of my cock between her spread thighs. The angle that she was bent forward was the perfect height for me to enter her. Glistening with her juices, I ran my cock head across her engorged pussy lips and just teased her instead of entering her. We both took in quick breaths and shuddered as our flesh met – heat on heat. I flexed my hips, causing my rock hard meat to cross her entire gash – concentrating on her protruding clit.

"Fuck.... Oh fuck" she groaned.

I looked over at the neighbor's house, and saw that Trace was now enjoying OUR show. He started to work his massive 'feature' again.

I started encouraging my wife while we teased each other's sex. "You sure are lucky to have a trainer that's so well-hung aren't you?"

"Uhhh huuuhhh...."

"Did you think that's what he looked like when you were spotting him earlier today?"

"Not...uh...sure...uuuhhh"

"Are you glad you are here right now – catching him in the act?"

"Gooddd yesssss!" ...(huff)... "Please put it in me."

I could feel her wetness coating my cock and balls; she was so ready. I eased back so that I could pop my cock head into her opening. Once I was lined up, she slammed back onto me in one swift movement, and let out a scream that I'm sure Trace could hear through the glass...

"FFUUUCCKKK!!" as she shook hard on me.

"Damn woman – you are insane right now....you feel sooooo good on my cock!!"

I grabbed a hold of her hips and she braced herself against the window sill. Our neighbor had a front row seat of her massive pendulous globes swinging back and forth as I fucked her hard from behind. I looked over at him and saw him feasting his eyes on our sex while stroking his massive member for our viewing pleasure.

"Oh my God....Oh my God....this is... (huff) ..soooo.....fucking HOT!!" she managed to grunt out.

"You love this don't you?"

"Fuuuck yes......I ....am.......sooooo....close......to.....(huff)......cumming....."

"Tell me what .....(huff).... you see.....and.....(huff)... describe it to me..." I too was getting close to cumming.

Moaning as she spoke "Fuuuck.... Your cock feels so good in me right now....it's so hard and thick..."

".....No....not MY cock......but what you SEE...."

She was whimpering now, and her body was starting to shake – I knew this as her waterfall point of bursting open with a flood of orgasms.

"Oh my god Tom....can you see him? He's absolutely .....(huff)...amazing..... I never would have......guessed that he had .......THAT hiding.....in his pants......"

"And to think that......(huh).....you caused him......(huh)...to get hard...."

"His cock.....is so BIG....and so .....thick..... I could spend......(huff)......all day here....watching him.....(moan)...stroke that amazing prick of his....."

"I think....(huff)....you're loving.....displaying yourself......(huff)...to this stud...."

"Fuuuck me hard.....Tom....please....I'm right there...(huff)"

I took charge of her hips, and really started to pound my cock into her as hard as I could. I could feel her pussy gripping and pleading with my cock to flood her deep. She was in one of her animalistic moods where it was sheer fucking, and not lovemaking. I gladly obliged. We were building up a good sweat.

I looked over at Trace. He moved close to his window so that he could get a better view of us, but also to provide us with a reciprocal view of his masturbating. I kept up my hard pounding of my wife's pussy, and watched Trace pleasure himself while we fucked. I had to admit, his cock was absolutely amazing. He must have used some kind of lube on it because it had shiny 'wet' look. His big mitts for hands did encompass his girth, but just so. He worked one fist, and then alternated with the other while he grabbed at his balls.

"I'm gonna cum Tom.........Fuck me....(huff)... harder than you ever have..."

"Oh yeah"

I slammed into her as hard as I could, pulled all the way out, and slammed back in. I swear I could see her pussy lips opening to take my flesh tube deeper on each stroke. Her body was begging to be filled with as much cock as she could take.

"I wish I had a cock......(huff)...the size of his....to fill you with.....right now...."

"AAaaahhhhhh........OOOooooooohhhhhhhhhhh Fffffffffuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuccccccccckkkkkkkk!!!"

Her orgasm rippled on my cock causing me to blow too.

"Fuuucckkk meee Toommmmmm!!!"

"I am ...CUMMMING...ssoooo.....fuuuckkkingg hard in your pussy right now!!!"

"Oohhh Shhhittt....I can feel your fucking seed.....so far up my pussy..."

*Grunt* *Grunt*

"Shiiiiitttt...."

"Oh...My....Gooddd...(huh)....Tom....look...." she continued milking my cock with her cunt while shuddering as she stared at our neighbor.

Sure enough, there was Trace furiously jacking his horse sized cock and arching his back as huge ropes of cum splashed against the bottom of his window. His eyes were closed and he continued to shoot while both Rochelle and I continued our own orgasms.

"Holy Shit...." I huffed as I felt like my legs were about to give out.

"Ooooooohhhhhh......" I felt her body quake one more time as it sent her off to orgasm one more time.

I stayed hard, and tried to maintain my balance as she continued to jam herself hard against cock.

"Ssooooo fffuuuuucccckkkkiiinggg goooooooood...." she moaned while she stared directly at Trace.

He had finished drenching his window with cum, but held his spent cock in his hand while gazing at Rochelle's pussy devouring my cock. I could feel her inner muscles clamping down hard on my member as she rode out the last of her orgasm.

"Ohhh Ffffuuuuckk!"

I held onto her hips as she finally slowed to a standstill, and let her catch her breath. She held onto the window sill, but dropped her head between her shoulders – exhausted. My cock was still buried deep in Rochelle's pussy but was beginning to shrink with each passing moment. I was looking directly at Trace since Rochelle ducked her head. He looked up at me, still with his cock in hand, and smiled. As strange as it may have been, I had to smirk and smile back myself.

We all stood motionless for a few seconds – Rochelle's breathing starting to come back to normal, and then I saw Trace give me a big 'thumbs up' sign as he turned and was out of view.

"That was pretty fucking HOT there young lady!"

"Oh MY GOD!" she exhaled and gradually raised her head. "Where did he go?"

"Not sure, but we sure gave him a show."

"Oh shit, I can't believe we just did that!"

"Neither can I, but we just did."

She started to stand up from her bent over position. "I don't think I've ever been so turned on in all my life."

"I think I might have to agree with that" pulling my now shrinking dick out of her pussy. Both of our juices flowed out of Rochelle; my cock was super slick, and cum soaked her inner thighs.

"Oh my god Tom....Whew!" She turned around to give me a hug. "That was absolutely amazing!"

Trace came back into view again. He had a hand towel with him and still naked. He walked over to the window to wipe up his seed.

"I believe we gave our neighbor quite the show there. I never knew that exhibitionism was your thing, but you pulled it off amazingly."

"It was Trace who started it. I was just caught off guard with him being naked."

"And you caused him to make quite a mess of his window."

"Wasn't that amazing?"

"He's cleaning it up now."

"What?" she said as she turned back around to look.

Trace had just finished up, and was starting to pull the shades when he noticed us both looking in his direction. He had a cum-drenched hand towel in one hand and waved good night with the other before he drew the shades.

"That was just too weird, amazing, and hot all at the same time." She turned back around to embrace me.

"I should be outraged by this whole thing, but it was amazing - I have to admit. You were so fired up all afternoon and evening. I was shocked that you did a cool-down routine for us out at the pool; but that was nothing compared to what we just pulled off."

"I never meant for this to happen Tom, but it really was ssoooooo fucking HOT!"

I looked into those beautiful deep brown pools, and she had a sated look about her. Life was good – even while having sex with my wife, and allowing another person to look on. Strange, but hot!

"Okay, yes, it was hot." I reached for our blinds to close them.

Rochelle released our hug and sauntered over to our bed while I drew the shades. I followed her there as we lay beside each other. We were both on our backs staring up at the ceiling.

"So, what did you have planned for me this weekend?"

"Wow! Like that wasn't a good start?"

"A start....sure" and she rolled over on top of me. That wicked grin crept back onto her face.

I was uncomfortable about the whole neighbor thing about four hours ago, but here I was actually enjoying what had just taken place. Something was changing in my wife – and it was hard to deny that I wasn't enjoying it either.

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Rochelle's Transformation Ch. 04



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Chapter 4

It's been three months since our 'exhibition encounter' with our neighbor's 20 year old son, Trace. It was a difficult adjustment going back to being neighbors, workout partners, and employer / employee. We each had to eventually make eye contact and realize that it just 'happened' in the heat of the moment. It was a one-time event that wasn't going to be the norm. After three months, and not focusing on it, we all had to admit to ourselves that it was very hot!

We didn't go back to working out together in the Thomas's gym for about 2 weeks after that. Our exercise only consisted of cardio work in our house, and we really needed to get back to weight and resistance training. Thankfully, it was Laura's asking Rochelle why we weren't using their gym anymore that broke the ice. We didn't want to bring that up with his parents, so we all went back to working out together. For the first two months, I made sure that we went together as a couple. With my 8-5 schedule along with her typical evening schedule, made me decide that she could train with Trace. If anything started getting 'sloppy' with their training, I demanded that she tell me before it got out of control.

As far as Trace taking the job of being Rochelle's photography assistant, I did accompany them for the first three or four sessions, and he seemed to pick it up rather quickly. After that, I was actually kind of relieved to pass that job off to him. I knew that Rochelle and my relationship was solid, and there was nothing to worry about as far as their messing around behind my back. You may not think that to be the case, but I know my wife.

Three months had gone by, and even though I didn't lose any weight, Rochelle had shed another 15 pounds, and was now at 140. Each time we made love, she had more energy and stamina. Her libido grew also. She always was fine, she was now a firmer fine. It was almost as if she was 'reverse aging'. We both realized that the vibrator that we occasionally used for adding to our love making was in need of an upgrade.

I was actually the one that brought up the topic after an intense orgasm for both of us.

"Oh man, I'm thankful for our 'friend' to get you up to speed. I love tasting you, and getting you excited, but that vibrator has been my wing man for awhile."

"That's true. I love when your lips are on my pussy, and you do get me worked up, but 'he' does help speed up my need for your cock."

"It's a curse that men are always ready to go right to the peak of orgasm in about a minute, while women are still making sure the sheets are clean and smell just right before you can even relax to get in the mood."

"I guess you could call it a curse, or a weapon for women to tease and torture your aching erection."

"Anything to get you fired up faster would always be good."

"Just a little role playing, or fantasy seems to help me along."

"You mean our exhibition intrigue?"

"That still lingers in my mind, doesn't it you Tom?"

"Sure. But I always thought it was the size of Trace's cock that got you fired up rather than the exhibition act."

"Both really."

"So, if we decided to get a larger vibrator that was a little more realistic, and delved into an exhibition fantasy, that would fire you up quick?"

A slow smile crept over her face. "Well, now that you mention it; that would be really hot."

"You like that huh? The idea of a bigger, thicker, 'friend' and a little exhibition?"

"Mmmmmmmm."

"Wow, I'm actually recommending to my hot wife that a larger vibrator is what we need to add spice to our love life. Do you know what that sounds like?"

"A hot man who loves his wife, and gets excited when he sees that she gets excited visually?"

"That wasn't what I was thinking, but okay" my deflated cock started to stir again. "It's true, I love seeing you moaning, orgasming and how your body just seems to lose all control."

"See?"

"Tell you what, why don't you do some online shopping for a new toy?"

"That should be interesting," she replied with a huge grin.

I had some feelings of insecurity, but really did enjoy the idea of revving my wife up with a new larger toy. Maybe this would increase the intensity of our love life without going outside our vows.

The following week, I had a seminar in Los Angeles that was going to be two days of training, and although I wanted to have Rochelle come with me, she had quite a bit of business to take care of. There was the girls High School volleyball team pictures, and two different family portraits. We still wanted to get to the galleries to check out the art work, but we were truly going to have to try to go in the winter time when her work slowed down.

Sunday evening was beautiful, and after a light dinner, we decided to relax in the pool before the week took off, and Tuesday would be the day I had to head south. As always the water was perfect, and Rochelle looked amazing in her newer skirted bikini -- hot pink to make her tan stand out even more.

We were floating together like otters playing when we heard a voice.

"Hello?"

It was Trace. We both stopped and looked in the direction of his voice.

"Hey Trace, what is it?" Rochelle queried.

"Nothing actually, I was going to ask if I could take a quick swim, but when I went to your house to ask, I heard that you were already out here."

"Sure, come on in, the water is exactly like you would expect - perfect!" as she gently floated towards me again and grabbed hold of my neck for buoyancy.

"Thanks. I'm not intruding am I?" as he walked towards a lounge chair to set down his towel.

"Not at all Trace," I responded.

He removed his tank top, and then started to push down his baggy shorts. It caught me off guard because I was assuming those were the shorts he would just swim in. As he kept pushing down on the shorts, I heard a small gasp from Rochelle because I think she had the same thoughts as I did. We quickly looked at each other in shock that he would be swimming naked. We both looked back to watch as he stepped out of the shorts only to discover that he himself was sporting a new swimsuit; albeit rather brief, but a swimsuit all the same.

"Oh shit!" whispered Rochelle and I felt her squeeze my bicep firmly as I held her afloat.

Trace acted like it was just a normal suit as he walked towards the water's edge to jump in. We both watched as he went from profile to directly towards us with a white bikini stretched to capacity with his manhood. It was amazing that he was so truly gifted in his physique; not to be missed by my wife.

As he dove in, Rochelle leaned into me and moaned "Oh my god!"

"Why does this always happen at our pool?" I smiled sheepishly.

Trace surfaced, threw back his hair and wiped his eyes. "Ahhh. That's what I needed."

"Feels great huh?" 

"Absolutely"

"Yep, the pool seems to be the most relaxing part of the day."

Rochelle let go of her hold on me, and swam towards the steps. "I'm going to head inside to do some online shopping hon."

I stood there dumbfounded at her abrupt departure. "You sure?"

"Yeah, it's okay. I'm done swimming for the evening," as she approached the steps at the shallow end, and swayed her hips as she exited. God, even with a skirted bottom, you could still make out her luscious ass cheeks as she rose. She glided to the chair for her towel to dry off as both Trace and I stared at her.

"That suit looks fantastic on you babe."

Smiling at me while she dried herself, "Really?"

"Yes ma'am," Trace shot out.

That caused a bigger grin "Why thank you gentlemen. And yours isn't bad either Trace."

Blushing he replied "Uh, thanks. It was a little out of my norm, but I thought I should try out a Speedo type suit at least once in my life. I'm not sure I should keep it or not."

"Well, I'm not so sure if Tom would agree, but I say you should keep it. You're absolutely cut out for a Speedo, and not many men are," as Rochelle carefully worded her statement.

I looked over at her as she finished drying off, trying to see what she was implying, but realized by her eyes and body language that there wasn't any malice involved. Then I looked over at Trace.

"She's right you know. Not many guys are cut out to wear one. I wouldn't dare," chuckling off the thought.

"Well thanks, maybe I will keep it then."

"I'm going to head in, but you know our work schedule for the week right Mr. Thomas?" 

"I think so" he mentally went over a calendar "the Mason's sitting on Tuesday evening, the girls' volleyball team on Wednesday evening at the beach, and then the Charles family sitting on Friday."

"Excellent" she said as she headed towards the house. "Oh, and come prepared with your new swimsuit on Wednesday," she said with a twinkle in her eye.

"Uh, okay. Really?" Trace said with a furrowed brow.

"Either bring it along, or wear it under your shorts like you did tonight."

"Ah, okay. That makes more sense," as he still held the confused blank expression.

I took the conversation in, and knew that my bride was up to something sneaky. She wanted to flaunt off her new employee to all of those volleyball girls. I looked at Trace and then at Rochelle as she sauntered towards the house. Damn that woman is fine!! 

Trace started swimming laps as I watched her disappear into the house. I decided to do the same, and rolled into a backstroke for a few laps. My mind wandered again envisioning what might transpire through her efforts to showcase Trace to a group of High School teenage girls. That would be quite risqué on her behalf if Trace was that naïve.

We swam in silence, until I decided to get out and call it an evening too. I grabbed my towel and dried off. I called to Trace as I was getting ready to head in "Hey Trace, don't mind me."

He heard me, stopped swimming, and went into a glide so that we could talk. "What's that Mr. Hunter?"

"I just wanted to say you're welcomed to stay as long as you like. Don't feel you have to get out on account of us. I have a trip to LA this week and I need to get ready."

"Oh, that's cool. Thanks for letting me stay; I won't be much longer anyway."

"Night Trace," I waved as I walked towards the house.

I entered the house through the patio door, grabbed a glass of merlot, and headed to the master bath to rinse off the chlorine. I walked into the bedroom, threw my towel at the hamper, and saw Rochelle on the bed with a freshly rinsed body wrapped in her warm, white terry robe. Sitting with the pillows propped up behind her, her jet black hair was brushed back away from her face, and her lap was a makeshift desk for the laptop. She looked absolutely radiant as her deep brown eyes drank in whatever it was she was looking at. I grabbed a clean pair of boxers for my shower.

"You look rather comfy," as I headed towards the bathroom.

"Mmmm hmmm," was all she could muster without taking her eyes off the screen.

"Pretty fascinating huh?"

"Mmmmm hmmmmm," finally there was quick eye contact and a brilliant smile as I entered the bathroom. "Hurry up there mister."

I showered quickly, threw on a small amount of cologne, donned my boxers, and opened the door to the bedroom.

As I walked into the room, I could smell her excitement. I wasn't in the shower longer than 5-10 minutes, but her whole countenance changed in that time. She was in the same position on the bed, but her legs were crossed at her ankles, and her knees were slowly coming together and opening back up. Her leg actions kept repeating themselves as the laptop seemed to rise and fall with the movement. Her eyes stared at the screen, and then gently rolled up, and then back on to the screen. She was moaning in a way that told me she was about to cum. I could faintly hear our old reliable friend humming away in a deep bass tone due to her position, and her robe still being on. She was humping her play toy while she grew closer to an orgasm.

I approached not to disrupt the focus of the pleasure that was building, but to see what she was looking at. I finally came along side of her, her body and legs still writhing, eyes rolling back in her head, and then to the screen. The screen displayed a large 'realistic' dildo; just an image, nothing more.

"I need you right now!" as she pushed the laptop to the foot of the bed and threw off her robe. Her vibrator rolled across the bed as she rolled over onto her back and spread her legs for me to enter her. Moaning and helping me to remove my boxers, she grabbed the vibrator and worked on her clit as I kicked off my underwear.

"Damn, I never knew that shopping would excite you so much," I mumbled as I climbed between her legs. My cock wasn't even 100% in the short amount of time, but he was well on his way. I reached and carefully took the vibrator from Rochelle's hand and continued to roll it over her nub as I brought my cock head against both her wet opening and the tip of the vibrator. It was slick with her juices, and sent electric jolts through me as I mutually stimulated both of our sexes.

"God, your cock head is so hot! I so need you to fill me with it. Please fuck me, I need it so bad," as she grabbed her girls and pinched her rock hard nipples.

"You are so fucking wet woman. You've been waiting for me for a while, haven't you?"

"Uh huh. Please fuck me."

I placed my head at her entrance and pushed. I love watching my cock enter her; it's a beautiful thing. I pushed, and then slowly backed out till I could see her labia spread around the crown of my flared head, then slowly back in, a little deeper this time.

"Oh fuck yeah. Fuck me hard Tom."

I still had a hold of the vibrator and brought it back to contact her clit and my shaft simultaneously. This made intense sensations to both of us. I know my cock was now an extended vibrator in her pussy. I continued to gain ground inside her depths, and then backed all the way out. When my head came out, I immediately ran the vibrator across her clit and opening. I started alternating my thrusts; cock in fully; backing out and sliding the vibrator in fully. This alternated fucking was driving us both insane. I used my cock every other thrust, but kept the vibrator in contact with her clit and my cock while it was my turn in her hot wet pussy.

"Holy Shit Tom, what are you DOING?? Oh my GOD that feels sooooo good. Uuuuhhhh"

I had to admit, the feeling was amazing. My cock was getting the vibes just like her pussy was, and it felt incredible when we were joined and I could even feel my cock head 'buzz' when I was balls deep in her.

"Fuck this is good!" I panted working up my own crescendo.

"Oh God Tom! FUCK ME! I'm so close to... (Huh)...cumming," her breaths were shallow.

I continued to alternate on each stroke, until one time I accidentally pushed my cock and the vibrator at the same time and wedged into her opening that stopped my momentum about ¼ way in. It caught us both by surprise. The feeling was so phenomenal that we looked into each other's eyes and yelled out in unison.

"FFFFFuuuuuuuuuuuuuckkkkkkkkkkkkkk!!"

I blasted so hard into her as her pussy clamped down on me AND our 'friend' at the same time. The vibrations were so intense against my cock head that it almost hurt it was so good. Rochelle rocked her head back and forth as she came HARD on this quasi-double penetration. I know my own orgasm rocked me for a good 20 seconds before the oversensitivity to my dick head started to ache. I was amazed to watch my wife writhe in orgasm for another 15-20 seconds more than mine, and at the very end forced 'us' from her depths with a loud pop!

"Oh MY GOD!... (Huh)... What was THAT???!!" she asked breathlessly.

"I could ask you the same thing."

We laid there for what seemed to be close to 10 minutes before either of us could even move. It was so intense that it drained both of us.

"Holy Shit Tom. Where did that come from?"

"I don't know. It's not like we haven't used your vibrator during our lovemaking before."

"Well, not like that!"

"Are you okay? I didn't hurt you did I?"

"No. Well, maybe a little. It just caught me off guard more than anything."

"I'm sorry babe. I didn't mean to hurt you at all. My timing just got off. It might have been because I was trying to keep my balance leaning over you one handed."

"It's okay Tom. You didn't hurt me. I'll be sore for a bit I'm sure, but you didn't mean it."

We both leaned in and kissed each other from our laying positions.

"But I am curious," she continued, "what made you do that back and forth thing?"

"Not sure. But I know it felt pretty good for me, and from your body language, it seemed pretty good to you too."

She smiled and closer her eyes, "Yeah, it was pretty amazing."

"I'm guessing you found a new 'friend' from your shopping experience?"

"Yes, at least I think I have," she started to sit up having recovered, and reached over to retrieve the laptop. "Come help me decide."

Instead of sitting up, I rolled over on my stomach and propped myself up on my elbows "You want MY help deciding??! I'm not sure I'm going to be much help."

Rochelle opened the screen and the last dildo image was still there. I looked at it, and thought it looked very real. The current one doesn't have the extras; a ridged head, veins or bumps, just a plain slick 6 inch rabbit vibe.

"It's down to this one," and with a few clicks, "or this one."

This one looked real as well. "And I'm supposed to help pick?"

"Sure, why wouldn't you? We'd use it to get me wet so we can make love, just like we do now."

Looking at it again and feigning interest "Well, what made you decide on these two? They seem pretty similar to me."

"Well, they kind of are, but there's different lengths and thicknesses to all of them." 

She clicked a back button, and a wall of images appeared. "I just started by searching for large dildos and vibrators, and as I kept searching, I added the word realistic. This website seemed to be the one I landed on. I'm amazed that there are so many different ones, and they are supposedly replicas of porn stars."

"I was the one who suggested this didn't I?" I moaned.

"Uh, yes you did."

"Okay, show me again which two you are trying to decide between."

She pointed the cursor over the image of a porn star's cock. I read the remarks about the details of it, and knew this toy would be about 2 inches longer and another full inch thicker than me. Wow, a bit of intimidation that's for sure. 

"Okay, that's pretty good, definitely bigger than our 'friend' we've got now and much more realistic. What's your other choice?"

Rochelle again steered the laptop and opened up her other choice. Wow!! This one looked rather beefy from the image, and I realized this was the one that she was looking at when I came out of the bathroom. Details on this porn star's appendage was even bigger than the other; 3+ inches longer, and almost 2 inches thicker than me! This was definitely a beast, and wondered if she could handle something that size. There's a difference between seeing and playing with it, and actually fitting it inside her pussy.

"Hmmm, that's quite a whopper there! It's pretty amazing that they can make them so realistic, and lifelike. So, you've picked these 2, but you must have a preference for one or the other. Right?"

"Well, not really," was her weak reply.

"Come on. There must be a reason you narrowed it down to 2 out of all the others on this site."




Rochelle's Transformation Ch. 04



After a somewhat lengthy pause "Okay. I picked the first one because it seems to be about the shape and size of your cock. At least it resembles yours," as she looked me in the eyes with a smile. I knew she was boosting my ego. "The second one was just big, and fat, and gets me hot. Even if I couldn't fit it in me, it would make me cum just looking at it and playing with it."

"Wow, so just looking at it makes you hot?"

"Sure. What woman doesn't enjoy seeing a man with an erection? It may not make them wet, but it does me."

"So, what I'm hearing is: you really want to get the bigger one without making me feel insecure?"

Her grin said it all "Nooo!! I know you're not insecure! I love your cock Tom!! You know I do; it's perfect for me! YOU are more than just a cock to me. I love you and no one else; but you said we should try something bigger than our current dildo."

"That I did. When I think about it, it would be really hot to watch you enjoying it. I can't believe I'm saying that, but I can actually feel myself getting hard imagining you running that big fake cock all over yourself."

"Mmmm hmmmm! Me too. I got so wet just thinking about it," as she leaned forward and grabbed my thickening cock. "I can see you're getting hard thinking the same thing as me."

"Damn woman, get up on all fours. I need to take you right now!"

"Oh shit!" looking me in the eye as she continued stroking my hardening prick "I never thought it would affect you too." 

She shifted to a doggie position on the bed and spread her legs wide for me to take her from behind. Her pussy glistened from our previous romp, and her lips ware puffed up like an opening flower. I climbed up behind her with my cock now at full mast and entered her with the first few inches.

"Oh shit Tom, that feels sooo good." she slumped forward on her arms, but kept her ass in the air as I slowly backed out a bit, and then plunged further into her. "Yes! Fuck my pussy lover! Give it to me. ALL of it."

I grabbed those beautiful globes and started to work my cock further and further into her tight canal. This was a position that I loved because I could watch my cock disappear into her, and see her labia flow with my cock's entry and withdrawal. I could get some serious penetration depth on her in this position too. I continued working my cock back into her until I finally was balls deep.

"I love it when I'm filled with all of you! You really know how to fuck a girl don't you?" as she reached back to rub her clit while I stayed fully in her.

"I know how to please my woman, and she knows how to please me."

Rochelle diddled herself as I grew closer and closer to my own orgasm. I normally couldn't go a second time so quickly, but because of our discussion, seeing her get so turned on at the visual display of realistic cocks, and the image of her playing / fucking herself with something that large while I watched was new and exciting to me. I was getting close -- and it was building fast.

"Shit babe. Oh shit!" and I could feel it coming from my toes. It was a freight train sized orgasm that was about to blow.

"Yes TOM! Do it lover. Cum in that pussy. Give me that big cock of yours! Fuck me!"

Her slutty words were only building to my orgasm that started to take over my body. 

"Are you ready babe? Because it's gonna be big! AAaaaahhhh FUCK!!" And cum I did! I flooded her pussy with huge propulsions of semen that went deep into her. My body convulsed like I was being shocked, but I kept hammering away on her as I continued the assault. I came so much, it started escaping out of her and onto my pole; forming a white ring against her lips. "SHIT, SHIT, Oh FUCK!" as one of my more powerful orgasms started to subside. After a few more strokes, I collapsed beside her on the bed. My semi-hard sloppy cock flopped against my thigh and belly as I rolled to my back, causing my entire groin to be coated in remnants of my ejaculate.

"HOLY SHIT TOM!! I am surprised at you! Not only did you cum a second time, but you haven't cum like that in a long time. I'm freakin' leakin," she reached down to try to stop the flow from escaping her.

"I know."

Rochelle continued holding her hand over her opening as she snuggled up beside me. "I think your suggestion has surprised both of us."

"Ya think?" giving her a wicked smirk. "I'm not sure what's changed, but to imagine you getting off with a larger dildo; that's pretty hot for me to envision."

"I would say so!! I thought I should kind of be embarrassed by getting excited and wet just looking at them, but it seems that you do too."

"Well, it's not the image of the dildo that gets me hard, it's the idea of YOU with it that gets me hard. I think it's the idea that you could get so wet and horny over it. I don't think there's a man alive that doesn't enjoy watching his wife pleasure herself." 

"It's mutual Tom. I love watching you stroke yourself. Something about it just gets me so freakin' hot!"

"I guess it's settled then. Why don't you go ahead and order that big one, and we can try it out when I get back from LA?"

She looked at me with those puppy dog eyes "Really?"

"Absolutely!" 

We cuddled for awhile without saying much of anything.

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I typically don't like flying much, but it has to be done from time to time. I also don't care to be away from home for much over a couple of days, and thankfully it was just going to be that. I got into my room late Tuesday evening, and would be flying back on Friday afternoon. Accounting seminars are truly uninspiring, but needed for those of us in the profession.

I ate dinner in the lounge, and watched some of the Dodger's game at the bar before heading up to my room. It was about 9, and I knew Rochelle would be calling after her appointment, so I'd finish watching the game sprawled out on the hotel bed instead. Around 10 my cell rang and we talked awhile about the flight, and how the photo session went. I was about to say good night when I thought about tomorrow evening...

"Hey, you've got another session tomorrow night correct?"

"Yep, the girls volleyball team down at the cove."

"So, do you want to check in with me when you get back, or should I call you?"

"I can call when I get home. It should be somewhere around 9 or 9:30."

"Okay. I'll wait for you to call then."

"Sounds good. It should be a rather interesting session," I could almost hear a grin as she said it.

"Why's that?"

"You remember. I told Trace to wear his new swimsuit."

"Yeah, what's that all about? I know you've got something planned in that devious mind of yours, but I never asked you."

"Nothing"

"Excuse me?"

"Oh Tom, it's nothing really. When I saw him in it the other day, I know that my reaction was one of shock, and amazement. That really works wonders for a photographer capturing that expression. I would love to somehow get the team to be in place for a picture, and then have Trace surprise them as I hit the shutter."

"Ah HAH! I knew you were creating something devious, I just wasn't sure what; that's really good. But how are you going to get him to surprise them?"

"I haven't thought that one through fully yet."

"Knowing you, I'm sure you'll think up something in time. Problem is, you're going to either have to explain it to him, and if you do that..."

"I know. That's why I can't figure it out. I couldn't possibly explain it to him; that would be embarrassing to tell the poor guy 'hey, you have a really big cock -- so show it off to the girls so I can capture their surprise'"

We both laughed at the dilemma.

"Well, babe, I'll let you figure out something. You've already told him to wear it, remember?"

"Yes, but I don't know if he remembers."

"I'm going to hit the sack babe, but I'm anxious to hear all about how it turns out tomorrow night when you call."

"The drama is killing me already. Night babe. Love you"

"Love you too sweetheart. Have fun you devious little minx!"

"Night"

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Taxes suck. Do you know every year there are approximately 200 more pages to the tax code written into law? Hence, the seminars. Yes, it was boring, but I did need that information for the upcoming fiscal year. It consumed about 6-7 hours of the day, but the lunch was actually satisfying for a change. My thoughts kept wandering throughout the day as to what Rochelle had figured out, or not, as far as her evening photo shoot. 

The seminar finally ended for the day, and I quickly returned to my room to relax with a good scotch from the mini-fridge. I got undressed, turned on some music, and decided a dip in the hotel's pool before a bite to eat was in order.

The pool turned out to be almost vacant except for a family of 4, and a young couple. I dropped off my towel on a lounge chair, and jumped in the deep end. So refreshing! I love the feeling of the initial rush of cool water on my body when you jump in a pool. As I came back up to casually swim a lap or two, I heard the mother of the family tell her kids that it was time to go for dinner. They gradually, and reluctantly returned to dry off and enter the hotel while I swam back and forth across the surface.

As I continued on my second lap, I saw the young couple approach the pool from their lounges. They were a very attractive couple that I would guess were in their early 20's. She was rather busty for such a petite body, and had long blonde hair that cascaded over her supple shoulders. She wore a neon biking that complimented an amazing body. Her boyfriend / husband was very attractive too. Images of Trace flashed in my mind as he followed closely behind her. They entered slowly into the water from the shallow end stairs, and gradually moved to the side of the pool where they hovered in each other's arms. I continued swimming, but tried to steal glances at them inconspicuously. Ahhh, young love.

They seemed to want privacy, so I wrapped up my laps and exited the pool and dried off. I kept stealing glances at them as I was leaving, and I could see that they were playfully doing foreplay in the water. Her nipples were starting to show through her fabric, and he was starting to show wood. I'd be in the way, so I thought better of just going back to the room for room service.

I called down for a steak sandwich off of the menu, and then jumped in the shower for a quick rinse. The meal was very satisfying, as was the 3 beers that I drank with it. I watched the Padres tonight since the Dodgers had the night off. I was very comfortable, but anxious to hear how Rochelle's Volleyball shoot went. What would happen? Could she somehow pull it off? Was it just an idea that would be too complicated to even occur? 9 O'clock came, and no call. 9:30.

I started to get a bit worked up around 10 since she hadn't called yet. The panic started growing in my mind. Did she give in to temptation with Trace? Maybe she did. No. I know her well enough that she wouldn't cheat on me. But why hasn't she called? Should I call her? 

10:15 and my cell rang -- it was Rochelle.

"Hey babe, you had me going there," I admitted.

"Tom, I'm sorry for not calling earlier, but time just got away from me tonight."

"It's okay babe. My mind started playing mean tricks on me though -- gotta admit"

"What do you mean?"

"Your photo shoot - the girls Volleyball team -- Trace in his skimpy swim trunks -- remember?"

She giggled, "Well, yes, but why would your mind play tricks on you?"

"Hello??!! Young guy - big dick - he works for you. He's seen you naked. Yes, I was the one fucking you, but he's gotta huge dick!"

"Oh sweetheart, please don't let your mind do that." After a pregnant pause, "I would NEVER cheat on you..."

"Well, that makes me feel somewhat better, but that was an awfully big pause there."

"Sooooo, do I have a lot to tell you about today."

"Wait. I just said, that was an awfully big pause there, and you're changing the subject? Granted, it's a subject that I've been waiting for all day, but why did you pause after you said you'd never cheat on me?"

"Tom, you know that I wouldn't cheat on you - literally. I could never bring myself to have sex with someone other than you, but..."

"BUT??!! What does that mean?"

"If you're talking about this BIG boy I received in the mail today, would that mean I'm cheating on you?" I could tell that she was looking at it as she spoke.

"Oh! Okay, now I get it!! Whew," I was relieved. "So, you have a new friend do you?"

"Yes, and he's gorgeous! And very, VERY BIG! Makes me wet just to look at it." Based on our previous discussions I knew it was making her wet, AND me hard.

"Did you get it out of the box?"

"Yes sir, there was no way that I couldn't wait for you to get home to take it out and see it, touch it, feel it."

"Whoa, you haven't actually tried it yet have you?!" I would have felt cheated if I didn't get to experience it with her.

"No, but it's very tempting; especially after today," she purred.

"Oh shit! Hold on a minute. So you're telling me that your plan somehow worked with Trace, AND you're playing with your new toy?" This was torture because not only was I getting hard, but I know that Rochelle was getting wet, and needed to be fucked. Why was I a million miles away when we both needed to make love? 

"Mmmm Hmmm!!" 

"Are you naked?"

"Not really. Why, are you?" she responded with a devilish tone.

"Um, okay, it's been a long time since we've done this, but I think we're going to have to over the phone."

"You mean phone sex?"

"Yep. It's actually KILLING me to NOT be with you right now, but I can tell that you are in dire need of being fucked aren't you?" I prodded.

"It's that evident, huh? Honestly Tom, I can wait until you get home...I think," with a burst of laughter.

"Okay, let's both get naked and have some good old fashioned phone sex."

"Uh, really? I mean, I seriously can wait if you want me to, but if you really want to, I'm game," she sounded conflicted.

"I'm game. Let's do it. Talk to you when you're ready," as I put the phone down, undressed, and walked into the bathroom to see if there was any complimentary lotion. Sure enough there was, I grabbed the bottle and brought it back to the nightstand along with a towel. I laid down on the bed and picked up the phone. "You there babe?"

Nothing. I could hear some movement, she was still getting ready. I made sure the lotion and towel were within my reach. I tried to imagine what had occurred that evening. Did Trace surprise the girls like Rochelle had hoped? Did she spend time gawking at him herself? What did the new vibrator look like? I was miles away - left to my imagination. I heard footsteps, and then a low buzz that turned into a solid sounding hum. 

"Whoa!" she mumbled and picked up the receiver. "Are you there sweetie?"

"Been here waiting for you baby. Are you naked now??"

"I am - and you?"

"I've got my lube and towel, all ready to hear about your day."

"Well, it was an interesting day to say the least."

"Was that hum I heard your NEW friend? It sounds different than our old friend."

"Yeah, it took me a while to go and get batteries for him. Do you know it takes 3 'C' sized batteries?!"

"Wow, that's a powerful weapon if it uses 3. I would guess it's pretty heavy too."

"Yes it is! Seems to weigh about a pound or two. It's both long AND thick," her voice trailing off into desire.

"God, I wish I was there to touch and taste you! My dick's getting hard just thinking about what you're doing right now," as I massaged the lotion onto my hardening cock.

There was a low buzz that started "Well, I'm guessing if your cock is getting hard, my pussy is soaked. Poor girl has been since this morning, and this is the first time I've actually had to have some relief."

"I'm not sure you're ready for him yet. Maybe just against your labia?" I pleaded as I continued to put on more lotion.

"Mmmm hmmmm. Honestly, I don't know if it will even fit. I'm good with just rubbing him across my pussy and clit. God it feels soooo gooood!!" 

My hardening cock was slick in my palm as I listened. "Just take your time, and I will too. I want this to last. So why have you been wet since this morning? What happened this morning?"

"The package arrived in the mail silly, and I've been dying to try him out ever since. Oohh," came a gentle little sigh.

"So nothing happened at the photo shoot then?"

"What? Oh, I'm sorry babe, I need to stay focused," as a small giggle escaped and I could hear small changes in the buzzing sound -- obviously the huge realistic vibrator was being massaged along her opening as she spoke. "The mail arrived, and I had to open it and just feel it, weigh it, smell it and taste it. It just looks and feels so real! Hard and soft at the same time -and so big. I brought him to the bedroom for safe keeping in our nightstand. I had the urge to try him out, but knew that I wanted to talk to you first."

"That's my girl! And then you went to the photo shoot this evening?"

"Eventually... (Huh) ...This thing is amazing Tom!! No, before I went to the shoot, I was just working around the house -- folding the laundry when the doorbell rang. I wasn't expecting anyone, but it wound up being Trace. I thought he was going to back out on the shoot, but," the buzzing turned up a small notch in volume, "he said he was wondering about what we were to wear for the shoot since I asked him about wearing his new swimsuit. He didn't forget Tom, so I didn't have to remind him... (Huh)... I invited him in to have a glass of iced tea or beer, and we could discuss what I had in mind. He thought maybe it was to go swimming in the ocean after the shoot or something. He was in the living room and I was in the kitchen getting us a pair of beers. When I came back to the living room, Trace quickly set down the box that our new vibrator came in. I was soooo embarrassed, when I realized that I was in such a hurry to get it out of the box that I never went back to throw it out! ... Ooohhh... It was very awkward as I handed him a beer and sat down across from him."

"Oh Shit!" as I envisioned my wife standing in front of Trace with a huge dildo box on the table beside him. "What did he say when you handed him the beer?"

"It was actually hilarious trying NOT to look at him AND the box with a picture of that huge cock right beside him."

The whirring sound started to sound slick with her juices as I continued to pump my dick. "I finally just laughed and apologized for not getting rid of the box that he found. He actually started blushing when it was me who was turning a bright red!! I went over, grabbed the box, looked at it, and then back at him with crossed eyes trying to get him to laugh about it. I said it was something that you and I had discussed and it WAS really big. ... (Uuuuhhh)... Trace seemed to relax a little bit when I tried to make a joke of it."

"So you told him that we had discussed you're getting this massive dildo?" as I was now trying to figure out how to rationalize that with another guy.

The whirring sound buzzed and hummed, buzzed and hummed. Rochelle was cooing like a baby. "Yes sweetie, I mentioned that we talked about it. Trace picked the box back up again and looked it over. He said it is pretty big, but then he just looked straight at me and said "I guess some guys are just more physically blessed than others" ... (Huh)... Oh Tom, this is driving me insane! Can I stick the head of this in me?" she pleaded.

What was I to do? My cock was rock hard and slick. I was extremely excited listening to this interchange between my wife and Trace. It was hot, and I would be torturing her if she couldn't try it out. "Okay, tell you what, use our regular friend for a while. Let's save our big boy for a little bit later, okay?"




Rochelle's Transformation Ch. 04



"So not even a little bit? Just the head? OOoooohhhhh" she pleaded.

"No, not yet, I think you need to be worked up a little bit more before you try something as large as that. You can play with both of them, but only use the normal one in your pussy for now," as I glided my fist up and down my throbbing cock.

"Ohhh, but it feels sooo good! Okay baby, give me a sec so I can go get him."

She laid the phone down, and I couldn't believe how excited I was in this situation. This new 'realistic' cock arrived while I was out of town, I was in a hotel half way across the state stroking my dick, envisioning her masturbating with it. To make it worse, an ACTUAL horse-dicked guy who lives next door knows she has it. Shit! This was full of sexual tension, but so hot at the same time.

"I'm back sweetie, and I have our familiar friend," she said with a deep breath.

"Okay, wow, this is insane! I know you need to fuck yourself don't you?"

"Oh my god YES!"

"It's killing me not being there, but I can imagine what you look like right now! This is crazy!!"

"I know! It's crazy that you're not here, but I soooo need to cum. MMMMmmmmm - I know this one," she trailed off as I could hear the familiar hum being used against her sex.

"This is an awesome story, and if my cock isn't there to fuck you, our regular vibrator will have to take my place."

"Mmmmmm. This is sooo hot; I can't believe how it happened that Trace was just sitting there with that box in his hands ... (huh) .., and basically implying that he's THAT well hung too! (UHhhh) I'm fucking myself with this cock Tom," her voice was a little raspy, and my fist was pumping my cock faster as I could picture her jamming our regular vibe in and out of her pussy.

"Shit baby! My dick is so frickin hard right now picturing you on the bed with our friend."

"Mmmm. I haven't cum yet, but I'm so hot and soooo close! Mmmmm."

"So, after Trace told you that he's blessed too, what happened?"

"Well," as the buzzing came back from muffled to more audible, "I blushed, and grabbed the box from him, and smiled saying I know ... (huh)... and that's why I wanted him to wear his skimpy swimsuit to the girls Volleyball shoot to... (huh)... show him off."

"Really?!" I asked shocked that she just said it to him.

"I was trying to think of a plan, but since we were pretty much looking at, and talking about huge cocks, I just told him I wanted him to pretty much just show it off... (huh) ... to the girls so I could capture their shock when they... (huh) ...saw it."

"Wow," I was really jacking myself as I envisioned that conversation, "so what did he say or do when you told him?"

"He just smiled sheepishly, and nodded okay. He even helped me figure out how to 'accidentally' expose his massive dick ... (huh)... to the girls. Oh God Tom, I'm going to cum soon, and it's Soooooo good!!"

"You like jamming your pussy hard while you think about Trace talking to you about your new BIG friend don't you?"

"FUCK yes! Oh God! And while we were talking, I have to admit that I kept stealing glances... (huh) ... at his crotch Tom. Oh my God, I'm right there! Fuck this is hot!"

"Me too baby!! My cock is about to explode!" my cock throbbed and balls started to retract for launching my load.

"MMmmmmmmm. (Huh) We sat there talking about our dildo; seeing Trace's cock laying along his leg... (huh) ... and to realize that he truly is blessed with a HUGE fuckin cock ... (huh)... like the one I'm looking and HOLDING (HUH) right NOW!! OOOOOOHHHHHHH FFFUUUCCCKKKK!!" she screamed out in pleasure.

"OH yeah! I'm fucking cumming too baby!!" I unleashed a few major volleys of cum that splattered against my belly and chest. I writhed in spasms as my cock erupted for what seemed like 2 minutes, and eventually subsided. I could still hear Rochelle moaning and whimpering on the other end as she slowly came down from her orgasm.

As my breathing came back to normal I spoke first "God that was hot baby!"

"Oh my god Tom, that was amazing!"

"Yes it was. I can't believe that really happened. I can see why you've been dying to play with your new friend."

"Well, I mean, it WAS hot, and awkward, but nothing happened between us. God, I'm just getting started though."

"Right -- just looking, I know, but what do you mean about getting started?"

"Well, there was more to the day, but I can tell that I'm ... (huh)... going to need to cum a few times tonight. Not sure if you're up to the task, but I know I need fucked more."

What a bizarre conversation I was having with my wife. "Uh, you mean with the vibrator right?"

"Of course silly, what did you think I meant?"

"Well, that's good. All of this talk about your new big dildo, and looking at Trace's crotch makes me nervous."

"Sweetie, it's just you I want. Sure, having Trace aware that we own a HUGE dildo, sneaking peeks at his overstuffed crotch, and displaying him in front of the girls; sure, that's HOT, but I only want your cock in my pussy."

"Yeah, but you're dying to sample that beast lying beside you."

That brought about a pause from Rochelle. Then there was that new buzz sound again. "It's truly amazing Tom."

I was torn. She loved only me, but this thing with massive cocks had taken our relationship on a new path. I didn't feel as though I was losing her, just that she was extremely turned on by the sight of (veiled or otherwise) a huge penis. Granted, I believe men are in awe of a guy who is well hung too. It's just too close to home, since one especially gifted guy lives next door to us.

"You really want to try it don't you?" I asked reluctantly.

"Well, eventually."

"Yeah, we will, but I can tell it's going to eat you alive until I get home." There was another long pause with varying buzzing sounds. My cock was stirring again because I could envision her rubbing that big fake cock against her pussy. "Baby, I don't want to end this in a weird spot; I know you have more to tell me about your day. I want to hear what you guys came up with AND I want you to try your new toy."

A small gasp escaped her lips "Really?!"

"Well, not without working up to it like you just did a little bit ago."

"Oh Tom, you are amazing lover!"

"So, I want you to tell me more about your day, AND describe to me what you do with your new toy, will you do that?"

"Oh my GOD yes!!" she said with a massive grin by her tone. The sloppy sounding buzzing came back.

"You're extremely wet aren't you?" my cock started coming back to life again.

"Mmmm hhmmmmm. How can you tell?

"I can hear it! Please make sure you've lubed it even though you're extremely wet baby. Something in the range of 10 inches and 6 ½ inches circumference isn't easy to work into your beautiful pussy."

"Already ahead of you sweetie. Oh my, it feels so good going across my pussy! The ridged head, the lifelike veins that run down it send shivers over my body. It's so wide, so heavy, and sooo realistic."

I gulped as I heard her, envisioning what she was doing, but it made my cock lengthen more. "Go on with your day baby. Did Trace stay around longer after the box incident?"

"Mmmmm. No, not much. We decided that he should wear it under a sarong he had, and make sure he acted like he was sweating while he was working the lighting and reflection shields. Once he took off his shirt, that would hopefully attract their attention for most of the shoot ... (huh)... and then when it was time, to somehow yank off the sarong"

"That sounds like it might work. Did it?"

"We decided that we should drive to the beach in our SUV with all of the equipment instead of driving separately like we usually do. He rode in the passenger seat while I drove." The tone of the new vibrator increased. "As we drove and discussed where to set up against the dunes ... (huh)... I kept looking at his crotch since his sarong was open. MMMmmmm."

"Are you still rubbing it against your pussy?"

"Mmmm hmmm. While we've seen him in his suit from a distance, it's crazy what it looked like up close. (Uuuhhh) Oh god Tom! I'm just putting pressure of the head against my opening - and oh -- okay, not quite. Mmmmmm. I was able to see the outline of his big dick ... (huh)... and the ridge of the head *GASP*"

"What? Are you okay?!" my cock softened at her gasp.

"Oooohhh mmyyyy ggooooddd!! Uuhhh. I think I was able to get the head in me Tom, and OH My God! Holy shit it's fat ...(huh)... but oh soooooo fucking good!"

My erection popped back now that I knew she was okay. "Oh SHIT baby, what I wouldn't give to see you right now!!"

"Holy shit this thing is fuckin crazy big! Mmmmmm. I need to relax ... (huh)... so I can get used to ... (huh)... the size. Oh my god - so good."

"You're an amazing woman my love!"

"Mmmm. I think I'm starting to relax a little, but god it's so freakin fat! Where was I?"

"In the SUV"

"Okay, we got to the beach, carried all of the equipment to the spot that was pretty secluded and undisturbed. The camera was setup facing the dunes, so the girls would have that as the backdrop. Trace setup the portable lights up so he could randomly run from either side of the setup depending on where I needed extra reflected light while taking the photos. Mmmm. Ooohh myyyyy."

"You okay?"

"Mmmm. I'm getting used to it more and it feels amazing!"

"Just take it slow and be careful. That thing is dangerous!" 

"Oh, I will, but it really feels amazing Tom. I wish you were here!"

"So what happened with the girls? How did it happen?" my cock was rock hard and felt awesome from my stroking -- even after cumming once before.

"My girls?" she said giggling, "my girls are loving this!"

"No; the volleyball girls, although I'd LOVE to see your girls!"

"They showed up almost all about the same time. Mmmmmmmm. They definitely took notice to Trace as he would jog around moving the lighting, and gently moved the ladies into the right positions as I directed. (Huh)... I noticed that they were giddy when he would brush up against them, or touch them on the shoulder; bare skin by a touch of a rugged looking stranger. At one point, he did take off his shirt feigning being sweaty and made it kind of a show. (Huh)... The girls responded with great smiles and big eyes as they were all looking in his direction. I had to get the pictures right away because immediately following that, they started talking amongst themselves and not looking at the camera. Girl talk obviously talking about the hunk who was helping out."

The buzzing took another tone change, and became a little bit more muffled. "Whatca doin?" I asked, while imagining her impaling herself on an impossibly big fake cock.

"Mmmmm. I'm taking more of IT" she replied gutturally.

"How are you taking more of IT? Tell me."

"Oh my, I'm starting to be able to move it back and forth enough without the head popping out. HOLY SHIT! OHHH MY GOD! I only have about 4 to 5 inches of 'him' in me, but this thing is so FUCKING BIG! I can't believe how HUGE this bad fucker is."

I could hear a suction sound with the buzzing and I could picture her using both hands on that beast as she tried stuffing it into her folds. The image had me pumping away harder. I couldn't believe that she actually managed to take half of that cock! What a sight that had to be.

"Mmmmm. After they calmed down, I asked them to refocus on me and the camera, and had pretty much gotten all of the pictures I needed to for their organization. The best pictures were of them looking at Trace taking off his shirt. I now wanted him to make his debut for the shock picture, and gave him a wink. He knew what I wanted. (Huh)... I had them focus on me, and then told Trace that I needed a little more light from the left side. He ran over to reposition the lamps, knelt down, and tucked the sarong under the stand's foot. I looked back at the girls. They were all staring at Trace, so I readied the camera ... (huh)... and told Trace that it was right where I needed the light. He jumped up and pulled away far enough for the sarong to be jerked off. I didn't watch what he did... (huh)... but snapped a million frames of the girls reactions. It's so hot to see young girls react to seeing a well hung guy! (Uuuhh)... They covered their mouths with their hands, pushed their hair back away from their faces, and some even grabbed their own crotches and breasts due to the natural body response to being overcome with sexual lust; it was awesome! (Huh)... Lots of little shrieks and giggles followed by oohhh's and aahhhh's and 'Oh My God's'."

"That's awesome babe! Your planned worked like you wanted."

"It sure did. I doubt that the organization will want the shocked look pictures, but then again, if the girls don't mention WHAT caused them to react that way, they may just keep a couple of them. Trust me, I know the girls will individually buy them after they see them. They're hot looking, and without having Trace in the picture, they will always remember what happened in that picture."

"That's a great idea for sales, and a great keepsake."

"Mmmmmm hmmmm. (Gasp)..." the buzzing sound was louder and higher pitched, so I knew she had increased the intensity of the big monster dildo pummeling her. "OH yeah, ooohhhh yeeaahhh. I'm adjusting well to our new friend Tom, but I miss you being here. Mmmmmm. I'm working more in now, and wanting to take as much as I can. I'm ... (huh)... not sure I can take it ALL. OH GOD. Fuck, this thing is amazing!"

"What are you doing? Tell me" as I knew she was getting more excited, although the photo shoot seemed rather anti-climactic from my perspective.

"I'm working this massive cock in and out of my pussy. Soooo good - and SOOOO BIG!"

"What's got you so worked up babe? I love hearing what you're doing with your friend, but I'm missing why you're getting so close to cumming."

"Okay, so after I stopped taking pictures and the girls were still pretty crazy, I finally got a look at Trace. Oh Tom, you know what he looked like in that speedo right?"

"Yeah"

"MMMMmmmm. Well, he still looked amazing in it, but he was really hard from all of the attention and it stuck out so far. SOoo Big that I had to help the girls re-focus on me and signaled for Trace to go 'away' from their attention."

"Poor guy. Getting a woody in public, and not having anywhere to hide. On one hand I would think it was embarrassing, but on the other - a bunch of girls were ogling him too! Where did he go?"

"At the time, I'm not exactly sure; behind the dune I believe."

"Probably to go beat off."

"No, I don't think so," she said kind of matter-of-factly. "I told the girls that although Trace had a wardrobe malfunction, it wasn't nice to embarrass him even more than he was. He was a good worker, and I appreciated his help. One of the girls said something about always wanting his help and there was a lot of laughter. I thanked them for their patience, and that I would have their pictures ... (huh)...ready in about 2 weeks. They mostly dispersed in groups, chatting away, and giggling, but there were 3 girls that stuck around as I started packing the camera into the bag. They, of course, were curious about Trace and wanted my business card."

"Well, they are High School girls, and probably the most bold and curious out of all of them."

"I suppose so, but as I explained to them that I would check on him and they could call and review the photos at the studio at another time, Trace came back around the dune. The girls and I watched as he approached us. His erection did subside considerably, but it still looked ...(huh)... impossibly large. We all looked at each other and he just walked past us to retrieve his sarong and shirt. I told the girls to head home, and we could set up an appointment at the studio another time."

"So that was it?"

"With the shoot, yes," the buzzing continued loud and muffled, loud and muffled. I could tell she was getting a good rhythm with her new beefy cock.

"But there's more, isn't there?"

"Mmmaaayyyybbeee," that came with a giggle.

"So you waited for me before you used the massive toy, so I'm sure nothing happened between you and Trace. Right?!!"

There was deafening silence other than the vibrator buzz. My heart was pounding loudly. She moaned slightly "Well, nothing happened as far as us touching or anything."

"That's not a good answer babe."

"Tom, nothing happened between us. Seriously!"

"But something did happen."

"Do you remember when we had our little 'show' for him?"

"Yes. Why, did you put on a show again?"

"Nooo. I didn't put on a show."

"So I'm guessing now??!! This is torture. Why don't you just tell me?!"

"Okay, but I feel guilty because it just kind of happened," she was getting into a dreamy state as she spoke.

I knew something was going to happen between the two of them, but thank god she said they didn't physically touch. "Baby, it's okay, I know that you're excited beyond belief right now, but I want you to tell me. This will be a new experience for us; role playing, but being so far away from each other is killing me! It's okay baby, tell me."

"Mmmmm. God, this thing is driving me insane Tom! So BIG, and THICK, and hitting spots in me that I never knew existed. Oooohhh my god!"

"Big isn't it? I mean REALLY BIG?" as I tried to coax her along.

"You have no IDEA. I have to use both hands to feed it into my pussy. I can't quite wrap my fingers around its frickin girth - SOOOO BIG!!" she was babbling.

"You're still trying to take it all aren't you?" this was actually driving me wild, and my cock was hard as steel as I beat off imagining what she looked like.

"I don't think I'll be able to. Oh my GOD it's fucking HUGE!!"

"So tell me what you're thinking about you didn't finish your story."

"I feel so guilty ... (huh)... but sooo horny right now. Okay, we put everything back in the SUV to head home, and again, although it was darker, there was still enough sunlight to see inside the car. I couldn't help but to take my fair share of glances over at his groin... (huh)... but he had the sarong covering him more, and it hid my view."

"You were mesmerized yourself weren't you baby? The sheer size of his big cock?" I played along.

"OOOOooooohhhh Mmmmyyyyy GOD Tooommmmm!! What are you doing??!!"

"You love it baby! Let loose! Come on, I'm stroking my cock as you tell me what happened, and I'm playing along with you."

"Holy SHIT! This is insane!"

"Keep going. We'll cum together. It's all good," I nudged her along.

"Okay... (huh)... he caught me trying to check him out one of the times and smiled at me when I caught his eye. He asked me if I liked to look... (huh)... so I said 'Honestly, who wouldn't?' He told me he always gets an erection when he could expose himself in public or to people who were fascinated with his 'gift'. He then admitted he wished that he could have been... (huh)... nude for the volleyball team."

The sounds of her fucking herself were incredible to listen to, and my cock was near bursting again. "Wow, Trace IS an exhibitionist!"

"Yes he is... (huh)... He told me about when he was 18 or 19 years old and his accidental nudity in his 22 year old cousin's house... (huh)... She walked in on him coming out of the shower. He said nothing happened as far as their touching each other, but since he was... (huh)...so well hung; his cousin just stood transfixed looking at it. As she did, he started to get hard, so she fidgeted with her nipples, and even dipped her hands down her spandex pants. He said ever since then he really gets excited watching other people's reactions to his huge appendage... (huh)..."

"You're driving, and discussing this... (huh)... and you're keeping your eyes on the road or on his crotch?"

"We pulled into the driveway by this time... (huh)...so I didn't have to worry about getting into an accident. Since we were sitting in the front seats of the SUV, I couldn't really just look down at his crotch... (huh)...while he was talking to me..."