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The Magic.

By: jes_da_man



Written in collaboration by

jes_da_man & LittleOne

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The Magic - Part One.

Saturday, May 11, 2002 - 10:15 PM

She waits in the dark... listening for his approach. In the darkness she hears the sounds of the night, the animals as they make ready for their rest and the night roamers as they make ready for there nights work. She paces back and forth. She yearns for his touch and with each tick of the clock she fears that he will not come.

Will he leave her there in the dark alone?

The tears threaten to spill from her eyes as she thinks of her lover. The wind picks up her skirt and blows it tightly against her body.

He sees her there......... her body outlined in the moonlight. Quietly he makes his way to her. He feels her tension in the air... he knows her fears. However, he smiles slightly as he plans the night's pleasures. What joy she and he will feel.

WHAT JOYS HE WILL GIVE HER.

She turns toward him sharply as he steps on a twig. She covers her mouth to smother the scream that had formed there. Her fears ease and her body sways with relief. She sees her love. She rushes to him, his arms open to capture her. Round and around he swings her as she giggles with delight.

Having comforted her, he takes her hand and slowly leads her to the place he has prepared as their love nest.

END OF PART ONE... TO BE CONTINUED.

The Magic - Part Two.

Tuesday, May 14, 2002 - 11:19 PM

Arm in arm they walk down a dark and shadowy path, lit only by the moonlight that peeks through the foliage up above. They walk along this path, he with his arm around her shoulders and her with her arm wrapped around his waist, her head pressed up against his chest, a smile on her face and feeling safe within his warm embrace.

As they walk along this path that seemed to lead them deep in to the woods, they can hear the sounds of Mother Nature at work and those of the night creatures preparing for their evenings. They can hear the sounds of animals moving in the treetops, the movements of little critters underneath the shrubs, and the rustling of the grass and that of leaves as a slight breeze pushes them along.

Suddenly, she is startled by a noise above their heads and she tenses and presses herself even closer within his embrace and wraps her arm even tighter around his waist. He is not concerned about the noise for he knows each and every sound that is made here in the place that he calls home. But he does sense her tension and places his hand underneath her chin and raises her head so that he can see her face and look into her eyes. He says to her "Do not be frighten or concerned my love, you are safe here with me and that sound that we just heard was that of the gracious bat patrolling the path that we now walk together." She looks into his eyes and says; "Okay my love for I do feel safe when ever I am in your arms."

He then leans over and places a tender kiss upon her lips and she responds in kind. She relaxes the grip upon his waist and again nestles her head on his chest, only to raise it again and place a kiss upon his cheek and in a sweet loving voice asks him; "Where is it that we are going my love?" He looks down at her, smiles, and replies; "I am taking you to a very special place my love, a magical place deep within these woods, a place where no man or woman has ever gone. You, my love, will be the only one that will have been there and the only one that will know of its magic."

She smiles at him and says; "awwww, I love you baby" "I love you too, very much, my sweet southern belle" he replies. They tenderly kiss once more, she again nestles her head upon his chest and they continue their journey to this magical place that he has told her they are going to.

As they walk along she wonders, can this really be? What is this that I hear? I am not sure but I do believe that I can hear the sounds of violins, accordions and the sweet heavenly sounds of harps coming from the distance. But if this is so, how can it be true? For my love has told me that no man or woman has ever been here.

She raises her head from his chest and looks into his eyes and asks "My love, is this sweet lovely music that I hear?" He looks down at her, smiles and replies: "Yes my love you are correct. But this music that you hear is not music created by man. This, my love, is music created by the love between a man and a woman. It is the music created by the love we two share. It is the music of our hearts my sweet southern belle and we shall hear it all the while that we are within this magical place." She smiles at him and then asks. "Does this mean that we are almost there my love?" "Yes my dear, you are correct again. We do not have too much further to go." he replies as he places a kiss on her cheek.

As she rests her head once more upon his chest she can hear the beating of his heart, the sweet music of love fills her head and feelings of joy and contentment course through her entire being.

Closer and closer they get to their destination and the music that their love has created now surrounds them and it alters its rhythm with each and every emotion that passes between them. The excitement that they now share has caused it to pick up its pace and rhythm and it adds to the anticipation that they feel within them.

Approaching this wondrous place, she looks up in astonishment for in front of her she can see what looks like a soft but heavenly mist that extends both left and right as far as her eyes can see. In the center of this mist there is what resembles a doorway of gold and silver with an arch at the top. In truth, what she sees is indeed a doorway of gold and silver that shimmers with every movement of the moonlight as it shines through the treetops as they slowly sway in the evening breeze.

Finally they reach the doorway and stand there in each others arms until he removes his arm from around her shoulder and gently places his hands on her arms and turns her to face him. He places his fingers beneath her chin, raises her head slightly and looks deep into her eyes and in a loving voice asks her; "Are you ready my love for the pleasures that are to come? Are you ready for the wonders that I have been allowed, by the Gods, to share with you? Are you ready to see what dreams are made of? And are you ready for the magic that will forever be yours and mine?" She looks back at him and with anticipation and desire in her voice she replies; "Yes my love, I am ready."

He tenderly kisses her sweet lips and leans back and says to her; "Alright my dear southern belle. But before we go any further, there are two things you must know." "Yes my love. Please tell me" she replies. "Okay" he says. And then he adds; "The first thing is that you must take care of what emotions you allow yourself to express for the music that our love has created does and will respond accordingly to each of those emotions. And most important, if I ask something of you, you must do as I say, for if you don't, it could surly bring about undesirable results." "I understand my love. I will attempt to control my emotions and if you do ask something of me I will do as you say", she replies.

He puts his arms around her and holds her close to him and whispers to her "Alright my love we are ready then." He then turns and faces the doorway and whispers something soft and low. She knows not what he has said but she somehow knows that it will cause the door in the doorway to open and reveal the various wonders that await them this beautiful and wondrous evening.

END OF PART TWO... TO BE CONTINUED.

The Magic - Part Three.

Wednesday, May 15, 2002 - 11:36 AM

As the door opens, they slowly step into a very large room of white that consists of many doorways on a circular wall in front of them. They notice that these doorways resemble, in shape and in beauty, the doorway that they have just passed through. On each of these doorways there is a golden nameplate with names such as Companionship, Friendship, Romance, Love, Pleasure, Eroticism and Ecstasy written on them. They look at each other knowingly and smile at each other for they both instinctively know that this surly is not the last time that they will visit this place and they also instinctively know the doorway that the other has selected.

They turn and walk hand in hand to the doorway with the name "Ecstasy" written on its nameplate. He again whispers something soft and low and the door in this doorway also begins to open. They enter an immense but dimly lit room. However, as they enter, the light within the room slowly begins to brighten until it is at a romantic setting. The light seems to come from nowhere for there are no light fixtures to be seen anywhere in the room. But from wherever it does come from it displays the beauty of the room and causes it to seemingly come to life.

On each wall there are large pictures of beautiful natural settings and curtains of red with gold trim that surround these pictures. There are also silk cushions and pillows lying in strategic locations within the room. In one wall there is what looks like a fireplace with golden chalices sitting on the ledge above it. Up against the center of the wall in front of them there is a large circular bed covered with golden silk sheets and a canopy of lace.

Upon the bed there lies a beautiful white evening gown with nylons and undergarments of white to go with the lovely gown. On the bed beside the gown there also lies a handsomely tailored black suit. On the floor beside the bed are the matching pair of white shoes that go with the gown and the black shoes that go with the suit.

They stood hand in hand in the middle of the room admiring the beauty of it all until they both turned and put their arms around each other and kiss one another. The kiss is a tender one at first but slowly turns into a kiss of passion for desire begins to rekindle itself within them both. They nearly lose control and let their animal instincts take over. But at the last second he pulls away and smiles down at her and says; "No my love. We must do this right. There is much we must experience before we let ourselves give into the passion." She looks at him, nods her head and smiles. They slowly make their way to the bed and stand there and admire the attire that is there for them to wear.

Finally, he reaches down and gently picks up the gown. He hands it to her and says to her with a smile; "Here my love, put this on and I shall return shortly." He then gathers up the suit and shoes, and heads towards a doorway set in one of the walls. But before he leaves he turns and smiles at her and blows her a kiss and with his lips he silently says; "I love thee my sweet southern belle." He then turns and disappears.

A short while after he has disappeared, she removes the clothes she has on and once again picks up the beautiful gown and puts it up against her silky soft skin and starts to turn and notices a full length mirror that seems to have appeared from out of nowhere. She stops and looks at the gown and at herself in the mirror and smiles. She then slowly begins to get dressed making sure that everything is perfectly placed how and where it belongs and that it looks and feels perfect for she wants to make her lover smile with joy.

While she dresses, she can hear the beautiful music of their love, not only all around her, but in her head as well as in her heart and soul and she can not help but smile and wonder what sweet joys this night will bring. Once she done dressing, she is standing there looking, one last time, at the mirrors reflection of herself in the gown and matching shoes, when she hears a soft knock coming from the direction in which Her lover had not too long ago disappeared. She also hears him softly inquire; "May I enter my love?" She quickly checks her appearance one last time and as she turns and replies; "Yes my love, please do," the mirror in which she was looking at herself slowly begins to vanish and turns into a mist which also slowly dissipates.

He enters the room and slowly begins to make his way towards His sweet southern belle. As he approaches her, the doorway which he had just passed through, just like the mirror a few second before, also begins to vanish until no evidence remained to indicate that it was ever there. He pauses a short distance from where she stands and gazes at her lovingly and say; "look at you my love. You are a radiant picture of beauty." To this she replies "And you my love, look at you, You look so handsome in your suit." She then extends her hand to him and he again moves towards her. When he is finally close enough, he reaches out and takes her soft tender hand in his, leans over slightly and places a soft gentle kiss upon the back of his lovers hand. He straightens up, and sees the smile on her face. And he softly says; "Te amo mi amor."

At that instant, from out of nowhere there appears, in his hand, a single pink rose bud which he places on the strap of her evening gown where it remains, as if that is where it belonged. As she admires the beautiful little bud on the strap of her evening gown, she realizes in astonishment that in her hand there is also a single pink rose bud. She in turn places the rose bud on the lapel of his suit where it also remains. They smile at each other, embrace and tenderly kiss one another.

He once again takes her hand in his, and leads her to the fireplace where he reaches up and takes down the two golden chalices sitting on the ledge above it. He smiles at her and says; "My love, these are filled with the sweet nectar of the finest champagne". He lovingly hands one of the chalices to her, and in disbelief she realizes that the contents of the chalices are chilled to perfection.

They then cross their arms in a toast and take a sip of each other's chalice. He then takes the chalices and places them back on the ledge. Turning to face her, he takes her lovely face in his hands and says to her; "My love, all that you have seen, all that you have experienced and all that remains for us to experience is all for you. I just hope you enjoy it all as much as I know I surely will." To this she smiles and replies; "I believe in my heart that I will always cherish this night of bliss my love."

He again takes her in his arms and kisses her sweet lips. Because of the passion she feels emanating from his lips and from his hands and because of the passion she feels building up within her, she closes her eyes and passionately returns his every kiss. As they stand there in each other's arms and kiss one another, they gently sway with the rhythm of the music that their two hearts are creating.

END OF PART THREE... TO BE CONTINUED.

The Magic - Part Four.

Thursday, May 16, 2002 - 3:50 PM

While they are caught up in the passion of the moment and spellbound by the music of their love, they both know that they must stop what they are doing and regain control of there emotions. For if they don't they know that their animal instincts will surly take over and they will miss out on all that is yet to come.

Magicly, they both gently pull away from each other at the same time, and in the instant that they both open their eyes they realize that they are no longer standing in the same room where they had just been. Instead, they stood in a large circular room with a towering dome ceiling and plush red carpet that covered its floor. Set into the wall that enclosed the room, one right after the other, were beautiful tinted windows like those of a grand cathedral. Underneath each window was a lit candle. The flickering flame of each of these candles caused shadows to dance across the windows.

In the center of the room set a large round table set for two. The table was covered with a tablecloth of white with gold trim along its edges. In the center of the table stood a candelabra with six lit candles. Above the table and hanging from the center of the dome ceiling, was a large chandelier made up of what looked like diamonds, emeralds and rubies which sparked and glittered with every movement from the flames of the candles beneath it. On either side of the table, and arranged in perfect order, were utensils of gold and silver and plates made of crystal. And next to the candelabra sat the two chalices that they had just recently drank from.

They looked at one another and smiled. "This is so beautiful my love," she says. "Yes. Yes indeed it is my sweet southern belle" he replies as they both turn in the direction of the table and hand in hand make their way to it.

On either side of the table sits a chair with plush cushions. As the approach the chair nearest to them he reaches out and pulls the chair from the table, bows slightly, makes a gesture with his hand, smiles and says to her: "Sit my love. Please." She smiles at him and sits in the chair as he helps her settle in. He leans over and kisses her, smiles and starts to make his way to the other chair.

However, before he gets very far he stops, turns around to face her, smiles and returns to where she is sitting. On one knee he kneels beside her chair and takes her soft tender hand in his, looks into her eyes, smiles and says; "My love, I had planned on waiting to do this later but I feel that the moment has come for me to fulfill my intentions." Not knowing what he means she only replies; "Yes my love."

Leaning over, he places a tender kiss on her hand, looks up at her, smiles and asks; "My love, do you recall that I asked you earlier if you were ready for the magic that we would forever share?" She smiles and quickly replies "Yes my love, Yes I do remember you asking me that." He smiles and says, "Well, I have something that I'd like you to have." He then reaches into the pocket of his suit and from it he pulls out a small glass tube capped at one end. She has no Idea what it could be but she notices that it is filled with a liquid substance that changes color whenever it is caused to move.

He looks deep into her eyes and as he places the tube in her hand he says; "My love, in this container is my love for you. I had it especially extracted from the most inner core of my being by the Gods so that I could offer it to you." She looks at him, smiles and says; "Ohhh, my love, I know not what to say." He replies; "it is yours my love it you want it." Quickly she replies; "Yes! Yes! I want it." "But what do I do with it my love?" she asks. He replies; "Whenever you need me and I can not be with you, open the container and bring it to your lips. But do not drink of the liquid my love. Just let it touch your lips and you will immediately feel the love I have for you course through your entire being. And you will know that I am there with you." She looks at the small tube in her hand, smiles and says to him; "Ohhh. My love, this is so beautiful and right now I feel so wonderful."

Realizing she has nowhere to put the precious treasure, she tucks it in the top of her gown and just above her heart. She looks into his eyes and says; "Thank you my love. Thank you." She then throws her arms around him and kisses him passionately. Still feeling the affects of her passionate kiss he raises from where he is kneeling, and looks down at her smiling back at him. He gently squeezes her hand and smiles at her before he turns and once more makes his way towards his chair.

At the very instant that he sits down, the flames of the candles in the candelabra flicker as though made to do so from a slight breeze. As the flames begin to steady themselves, there on the table sits a silver tray covered with a round silver cover. He leans forward and peeks underneath the cover of the tray, and smiles. He looks at her and says; "Our dinner is here my love." And as he extends his arm towards her he says with a smile; "May I serve you sweetheart?" She smiles and hands her plate to him and says; "Yes my love please do."


The Magic Beach



Spring Break was so hot that year, and I'm not talking about the weather. It was my senior year and my eighteenth birthday. My friends and I decided to spend our week off in Florida. 

The night of my birthday, we went to a club. The lights were perfect and the D.J. knew just what I wanted to hear. 

I was wearing my favorite outfit; a black, short, tight dress with matching tights and heels. I wanted my dark blonde hair to be a little wild, so I just left it down. It fell down to my breasts. I put on black mascara and eyeliner to bring out my blue-green eyes. Maybe I didn't look much different, but I sure felt sexy that night. 

We met some guys, of course. They were all really athletic and hot. We had a few drinks and before long, our dancing got pretty dirty. 

One of my friends shouted out, "It's her birthday!"

I was a little embarrassed, but I felt a lot better when the guys started dancing around me. I was a little inexperienced, and that was enough to really get me excited. 

We had danced through six fast songs when we decided to sit down and drink a little more. I didn't even get the glass to my lips. I saw a gorgeous pair of brown eyes looking at me from across the room. 

I put my glass down and told the group I had to use the restroom. 

I tried my best to act casual as I walked in the direction of his table. Our eyes locked and the attraction was undeniable. I thought maybe the dim light was deceiving me because he looked even dreamier up close. I was nervous, so I walked passed him as if I really was approaching the restroom. Then again, I was calm enough to remember to sway my hips.

Luckily, he stood up and stepped in front of me. He was so sexy. He was Hispanic. I had never even given a Hispanic man a second glance, but he was definitely worth it. He was 6'2 and had sort of long, dark brown hair. His skin was rich. He was wearing a loose, peasant style shirt that looked comfortable and masculine. 

"My lady, where are you going all alone?" He took my hand and kissed it, never breaking eye contact.

"Nowhere now." I put my other hand on his shoulder and swayed him towards the dance floor. I knew my friends would be jealous.

We danced in complete harmony, as if we were floating. The night was ours and everyone knew it. I leaned my head back and he kissed my neck so passionately that I almost forgot where I was.

"Let's go to the beach," he suggested. 

"Of course."

I totally forgot about my friends. Luckily, they had a few guys of their own to entertain them. They probably never noticed. 

He drove me to the shore. No one else was around. Just the stars, the sand, and the sparkling crystal water. 

"Every woman deserves a night of passion and love, and you deserve so much more."

"You don't even know me."

"In my heart, we've been together forever." He lowered himself to the ground and brought my hand to his face. He pushed his full lips against my fingertips as he clasped his hand around mine. 

I tossed my shoes by the car. He put his hand over my nylon-covered leg and stroked upwards. I let my back hit the sand and gazed at the stars. As he moved up, I ran my fingers through his hair. I felt the my skirt fold over and land on my chest. His hands massaged my waistline and he removed my stockings. 

I didn't want to moan as he drove his tongue into my pussy, because I loved the sound of the waves crashing onto the shore. The moonlight was complimenting everything so perfectly. He put his hands on me and squeezed my clit ever so gently. 

"I want to make love to you, perfect love and perfect passion." His accent was adorable.

"Yes."

He smiled and took my dress all the way off. He straddled me and took his shirt off. I unfastened his pants myself. 

In the darkness, I really couldn't see every inch of him. I only saw his face, his hands, and the fabulous outline of his body. That was plenty. 

He put his head over mine and we kissed while our hands explored each other. I loved kissing him, but I could barely stand the wait. "Now."

"Yes. It is time." He felt my face softly and gave me one more kiss without the tongue. I couldn't get the big grin off my face. 

His big white teeth were shining also. They matched the whites of his eyes perfectly. Some of his hair had fallen in his face. With a little of my help, he removed his boxers. From that point on it was pure magic. 

He sat up so I got a perfect view of his every facial expression. He didn't have the biggest cock in the world, but it was his and that made it better than anyone else's. 

I can't describe the feeling of his cock going into me for the first time. It was round, and hard like a metal bar, only it was hot! I wanted it so badly.

He massaged my private area the entire time. I was so slick and hot by the time he penetrated me. It just slid in and took me. His thighs were slick with his own sweat, so he had a smooth thrusting motion. 

The warm sand made my back squirm. Luckily, he took it as me getting really enthusiastic; and I was. 

I didn't know if it was love or magic. I was so drawn to him. I was so compelled with him. I was lost in his eyes. The shimmer of the water behind him didn't hurt, either.

I was screaming my pleasure freely. There wasn't anyone to hear me or stop me. He was really enjoying it, too. I was having the best sex of my life and I was going to make the most of it.

The whole experience matched every fantasy I had ever had. My Latin Lover knew my body in a way I never thought possible. We fit together like two angels resting on a cloud; cloud nine, that is.

It wasn't long before I began milking his hard cock. I put all my strength into squeezing him as hard as possible. He was grunting and moaning like Mozart tickling the ivories. It was a glorious sound.

Finally, he pulled all the way out. I pushed my body down lower. He slammed all the way in again. This time, my walls were locked tight around him and would not let go. He got as far inside of me as possible, and came hard. 

When he caught his breath he looked into my eyes and gave me a wide smile. We actually giggled thinking about all the pleasure that was ahead of us.



The Magic Bodysuit



The package read MAGIC BODYSUIT-for the perfect look. There was a young woman pictured wearing the suit. It was a black turtle neck and long sleeves. The line was smooth down to her feet. She was wearing a pair of rather high heels to emphasize the sexy curve of her calves and legs

Valerie looked at the picture and said aloud, "She is a model with a perfect body. It won't do the same for me." Valerie was a certain age, 34A-28-36 with some bumps and bruises from being that certain age. She was married to a very horny motherfucker who definitely enjoyed fucking her. She had bought a new skirt to surprise him but needed the bodysuit to smooth things out.

She laid out a very short and tight black skirt along with a pair of 4 inch high ankle strap heels from a discount shoe store. "I hope that I can walk in these," Valerie said to herself. "They are much higher than any shoes that I have worn since high school."

She opened the package to find a rather flimsy looking almost shapeless piece of what appeared to be nylon. The were also some written instruction on how to put the suit on.

After struggling to get her legs straight, Valerie slowly brought the rest of the bodysuit up. She slid her arms into the sleeves and settled the high turtle neck about her neck. Finished. She put on her new 4 inch high ankle strap heels.

Valerie stood to look at herself in the mirror when she felt the fabric around her legs, waist and breasts tightening. Her breasts were lifted and separated and her waist appeared a little smaller. Her silhouette smoothed and her shape looked 20 years younger. Valerie brought her hands to her breasts and began to fondle them. It felt so good. She then began to pinch her nipples through the fabric. "Oh, I want to really feel my nipples. Karl always wants to suck them." As she said this her left hand moved down to her crotch.. "Karl will have trouble getting in here. Maybe I should help out." She caressed her pussy through the fabric.

After she admired her appearance, Valerie put on the skirt and looked in the mirror. Her skirt was 4 inches above her knees and quite form fitting. She put on her diamond earrings, and necklace along with her fancy weeding ring. She must have had 50 carats of diamonds on. She then touched up her makeup. She looked like what she thought a hooker would look like just like she wanted. Her husband would be sure to respond. Valerie looked like her man liked her to look. She felt funny though. She liked how she looked but felt embarrassed by the smutty and dirty thoughts she was having, especially about her husbands big hard cock fucking her.

Just then there was a knock on the door. Valerie was startled but did not move, hoping that whoever it was would go away. Soon, it was quiet. Valerie looked through the shutters and saw a package on the end of the porch. There was no one around so she opened the door and went out. She took 4 steps and as she bent over to pick up the package the door slammed shut and locked. Valerie was locked out

Suddenly the fabric of her breasts opened, exposing just her nipples . Valerie was aghast. She tried to cover her breasts but for some reason she could not. She could not stay in the front yard so she gingerly walked over to the gate. It was unlatched but stuck. Her husband tried to fix it but was not too successful. Valerie could open the gate by pushing her chest against the wood. She tried to use her shoulder but the gate stayed closed. Finally she pushed with her chest. Her exposed nipples rubbed against the rough wood and were massaged. Valerie felt pain but then arousal. The gate opened. She finally reached the back yard and there was the padded chaise lounge she used to sun herself.

She sat down on the edge and then swung her legs around to rest. She could see herself in the reflection of the window. Suddenly her legs spread open involuntarily as the crotch of the bodysuit opened up, exposing her suddenly much more youthful appearing vagina. Her hymen was intact! She was a virgin again! Her husband would love that! The black fabric emphasized her pink nipples and labia. She felt something stimulating her clitoris as she tried to move. Every move she made caused Valerie to feel more feminine and sexy, arousing such dirty and slutty thoughts. "Oh wow, K. is going to get to fuck a virgin."

The phone rang inside the house. Valerie wanted to pick it up. The message machine picked the call up. "Hello," came the voice from the phone. It was her husband. "I miss…miss….you," Valerie purred wanting so much to tell him to come home now. "I will be 2 hours late. The boss dropped a project here. Please change our reservations….I love you." The phone went dead.

.She was inexplicably excited and yet still very highly aroused even though she was disappointed at the delay, especially since she was stranded outside.. She gripped her nipples as tears began to flow. "Oh…please…I am so….so….HORNY! I want…..want…to….to…I want to FUCK!" She had never used the f word before. She never liked her husband to use it. Now she is feeling so hot. She leaned back on the lounge, pulling her skirt above her waist , spreading her legs while pinching her nipples. Soon she learned that by opening her legs all the way enhanced her feelings while opening and closing them felt like she was being raped. She began to cry profusely while she pinched her nipples and opened and closed her legs. Her feelings were being pushed to the brink of orgasm. "I WANT MY DADDY!….OH…….FUCK!!……I want a man in me……..oooo…..mmm…..ah ah….OH FUCK!" Wave after wave of strong sexual urging came from Valerie. She felt like every man on earth was inside her thrusting and spewing love. Her breasts felt like they were filling up to bursting. Valerie had to keep pinching her nipples to keep the feeling away.

Valerie wanted her husband. She opened her legs and begged, "Please come home and fuck me. I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME!!!FUCK ME!!!" she screamed.

Just as she said this, she could see in the window across the way her vagina open up and her hymen split as if she were being penetrated. Valerie felt like she was being impaled by an elephant. She gasped as she felt an enormous cock violated her. But she saw nothing. Her fingers pinched her nipples as she felt to sexual feelings rise inside her. "Oh, OH my. I love you…..fuck….I….fuck…." She was beginning to lose control of her emotions. "You are too big…It hurts so…….good. I want to be your slut. I want my husband to fuck me. Please, please I WANT K. TO FUCK ME!!!!!" Her entire body was convulsing in an orgasm the likes she never had before.

Suddenly she her a voice. "I want to fuck you too." Valerie was startled. She was lying on the chaise lounge, dressed in her sloppy jeans and her old blouse. She remembered that she was cleaning the house and after emptying the trash sat down on the lounge to rest. She had been dreaming. Her husband was holding a bouquet of flowers and a small package. "This package came in the mail for you." He handed it to her and went inside to put the flowers in a vase. Valerie looked at the package. It was from one of the places she had ordered a work bra from but she did not remember ordering anything lately. She opened the package. Inside was a bag hat had a attractive woman on the from with the word MAGIC BODYSUIT- for the perfect look……..



The Magic Book



There's really no other way to explain this, except perhaps to begin at the beginning. I know that many who read this won't believe a word of it. But for those few who do, or might actually think about what's been written here, they'll begin to understand, wonder and possibly even question some of the things they might have done lately, or some of the situations they've recently found themselves in.

It was early in the summer when my wife and I and our dear friends decided to spend a few days camping together at one of our favorite spots. The reason why the girls liked it so much was because it had a few necessary conviences that made camping for them a bit more tolerable, mainly, clean bathrooms, which also included hot-water showers. It wasn't the kind of camping that included large RV's hooked up to power outlets or anything like that. Most of the spaces were just large enough for one or two tents, and included enough distance between campsites to give some moderate illusion of privacy and wilderness. For Jim and I, that also included a nearby fishing stream where we could both go and relax and also pretend in a small way, that we were really roughing it.

By the time I'd concluded my fishing for the day, I'd returned back to camp just in time to see my wife Charlene and Kristy busily preparing the evening meal over a small camping stove.

"Honey? We're going to need some more wood for the fire if you want baked potatoes."

My mouth was already watering at the thought of nice thick juicy steaks cooked over an open grill, naturally smoked along with a big fat baked potato. There were plenty of fairly large sized logs and broken down trees nearby, but it was the dry brittle stuff, "kindling" that seemed to be in short supply. I remembered passing an old fallen tree that had plenty of long ago dried branches that would suit that particular need perfectly.

"Got it!" I said smiling. "I'll be back in just a few," heading off towards the old fallen tree.

I found it soon enough and began breaking off a number of the brittle dry branches when I glanced towards the remains of an old stump. Interestingly, it had an opening that could have easily served for some sort of home for one of the many forest type creatures that lived in the area. Both wary as well as curious, I decided to investigate it, mainly because what I saw barely sticking out of the opening, appeared to be a piece of leather. I couldn't help but wonder if some squirrel or some other animal had discovered a person's wallet and had brought it home with them to use as some sort of building material. Reaching in, I discovered that it certainly wasn't a wallet, something much larger in fact. Taking it out of the opening, I held it in my hand and discovered that it appeared to be some sort of book, and old book judging by the well-worn leather cover. Curiously, I opened it and got an even greater shock to add to my curiosity. Though the pages appeared well worn and old in design, they were far from being brittle or crumbling away. But even more note-worthy, they were blank. There wasn't a single solitary word written on any one of the fifty odd pages contained within the small book.

"Damn! That's interesting!" I thought openly. "I wonder how long this has been here?"

I imagined that it had to be at least thirty, maybe even forty years old just by the leather binding, but the fact the pages had held up for so long without fully deteriorating really had me stumped. Still, it was an interesting find. Placing the small book within one of the large-sized bush pockets of my pants, I quickly gathered up my horde of dry kindling and headed back to camp.

The second odd thing was, all throughout dinner my mind kept wandering back to the book still carefully concealed within my pants. For whatever reason, I'd decided not to share my interesting little find with my wife, nor with our friends either. And as much as I'd looked forward to a nice thick juicy steak and baked potato, I hardly remember eating either one, my thoughts so drawn to the weird looking little book. By the time Jim and I had cleaned up from dinner, which was one of our agreed upon chores, the girls had already headed off towards the bathroom and the hot cleansing showers.

"You interested in playing Cribbage?" Jim asked

"Hmm, maybe later," I told him. "I think I'll head back to the creek for a bit before sunset. Saw a nice sized 'brookie' swimming within a nice underwater shelter of rocks just before giving up for the day. Think I'll head back and see if he's still there first."

It was kind of an unwritten rule amongst fishermen that went fishing together, you really didn't fish together. Each of us wandering off to find our own little spots and spend whatever time we felt fishing there until moving on, but always ensuring there was plenty of space between us.

"Wanna come with?" I asked throwing out the polite request so that Jim wouldn't feel slighted by my turning him down for a game of Cribbage.

He considered it briefly, and then shook his head. "Nah, think I'll settle back with a beer instead," he informed me.

I quickly headed off back towards the creek, fishing gear in hand. But I'd also added one additional piece of gear that I hadn't included earlier. I'd quickly fished through the 'Yahtzee' game box and came away with one of the pencils. Slipping it inside my pants pocket, I headed off towards a secluded area nearby the creek, and spend some solitary time with myself.

As a young boy, I had often written short stories for friends and family. They were always filled with wonder and adventure, and by the numerous comments received, appreciated by all. I certainly didn't consider myself a writer, not by any means, and it had been years now since I'd actually sat down and written anything. But for some odd curious reason, I felt compelled to do so now. As to what, that I still didn't know.

I didn't even bait my pole, simply propping it in such a way as to appear as though I were fishing. Settling down amongst the tall boulders that lined the banks, I found a grouping that provided me a semi-comfortable place to sit while I pondered what it was, and even 'why' I felt like writing something. Which is when I heard voices, or rather women's voices a short distance away down stream. As anyone knows, sound can really travel across water, and though they were still a goodly distance away from where I was sitting, I could still make out bits and pieces of their conversation. Obviously, they had come down to the creek in some sort of exploration, and were now teasingly splashing water back and forth against one another. Undaunted even by their playfulness, their mere presence had given me an idea, and so I began to write.

I began to write about the actual area I was in, describing in great detail the large moss-covered boulders, the simple turn in the bend where the water bubbled and boiled up over a fallen down tree that had collapsed into the small river, creating a nice little fishing hole that I'd discovered earlier. But in addition to that, I suddenly found myself writing about the two women who I now occasionally observed while they continued to wade into the creek up to their knees, still laughing and splashing water towards one another. After the heat of the day, I could only imagine that it must have felt cool and refreshing to them. Once again looking up, I noticed that one of the women had removed a scarf she'd been wearing, dipping it within the stream, then applying it against her neck, face, and even between the cleavage of her breasts seeking the waters coolness.

I smiled. I'd been feeling just a little bit randy all day, looking forward to later on this evening when Charlene and I would retire for the night. Another reason I so loved going camping was that Charlene always found making love "beneath the stars" as she referred to it as a natural aphrodisiac. And though we didn't exactly make love directly beneath the stars, or at least not when camping with friends all the time, the mere thought of being out of doors always made Charlene particularly horny.

As I now found that I was.

Once again looking at the two women, even at this distance it was easy to imagine what they might look like naked. My imagination already leading off even before I had reset the pencil I held in my hand to paper. Looking at them as I wrote, I began to visualize the two of them suddenly disrobing, though cautiously perhaps, still playfully goading one another into it until they were both fully and completely naked. I'd no sooner finished writing those very thoughts when I looked up, once again spotting them, only to discover to my utter and complete surprise, that they were naked! They were in fact standing there still splashing water back and forth against one another, but had now included attempting to dunk one another in the shallow slow moving creek, though periodically taking moments to look about themselves in order to ensure they were still being unobserved, or...so they thought. 

But it was in re-reading what I'd just written that had dumfounded me: 

"From where I was sitting, I could see the tall good looking red-head as she circled around the blonde, playfully pinning her arms behind her before dunking her briefly into the creek."

Suddenly, I saw the redhead surprise her friend, spinning, then coming up from behind her, pinning the woman's arms just as I'd described before briefly dunking her into the river.

My second thought however was, "wasn't she a brunette?"

I could have sworn the redhead had been a brunette when I'd first spotted them, though with the rapidly fading light of the setting sun, it could have easily been a trick of the eye. But still. But even more importantly, both women were naked now, and they were continuing to grope at one another in exactly the same way that I'd described it.

"What the fuck?" I wondered as I continued watching. Glancing at my watch, I realized that the girls would be back from having taken their showers by now. And if I had any hopes of getting laid tonight myself, "stars or no stars" I also knew that Charlene would be expecting me to take a much needed shower myself. Tucking the book away back inside my pants, I quickly gathered up my fishing gear, glanced once again down the river towards the two women, and saw them as they'd quickly just gotten dressed already scurrying back up the river bank in the direction of wherever it was they were camped.

I could still just make out their final words before they reached the riverbank. "Honest Stacy, I don't know what in the world got into me, I've never done anything like that before!"

In minutes I was back at camp, ensuring Charlene I was already "on my way to shower" which I'd answered her unasked question though she smiled and winked at me in acknowledgement, and headed off. By the time I'd returned, the three of them were involved in a three-handed game of cribbage.

"Wanna play?" Kristy asked me as I approached. She wasn't too fond of playing actually, and had asked me in hopes that I'd take over her hand for her.

"No thanks, you go ahead and finish playing, I'm just going to do a little reading here while you guys do that." Grabbing a beer, I settled in to one of the nearby camp chairs, opened my curious little book and prepared to write. What I discovered however disturbed me. Everything I had penciled into the book down by the river was gone! Not a single solitary word of anything I had written remained. All fifty odd pages were once again just as blank as they had ever been. For a moment, I sat thumbing through the pages, wondering if I had in fact actually started writing somewhere in the middle. But I hadn't. Not a word, not a single word of what I'd written down appeared anywhere. For a moment, I wondered if I'd actually fallen asleep and had dreamt all that perhaps. Perhaps I hadn't seen those two other women at all, and that it had in fact been nothing more than a dream, albeit a rather interesting one. But surely...

Hearing laughter, I glanced up towards my wife and our friends. They were still busily engaged in the game they were playing, and not paying any attention to me whatsoever. Taking out my pencil once again, I turned to the first page after assuring myself that it was indeed the first page, and began to write.

"What's say we play strip cribbage?" Jim suggested. "If someone scores ten or more points in their hand, the other two have to remove an article of clothing."

"Sounds interesting," my wife answered, which is exactly the way I'd just written it.

Ok, admittedly, this was getting weird. For starters, though Jim was indeed a bit of a flirt, and had done so often around my wife, she never took him seriously about it, and though she often teased and flirted back with him, it was always done openly and in the same frame of fun in which he had. Like I said, harmless, good-natured flirting, teasing and kidding, but never ever taken beyond that. But more importantly, never in a million years would my wife ever agree to actually participate in a game of strip cribbage, or strip anything for that matter. But it was Kristy's comment that got my attention. I'd excluded her entirely in the few words I had written down.

"What the hell?" She asked worriedly, "You're not being serious are you Jim?" she asked half sitting up from the table, I saw her shoot a troubled look towards my wife, expecting and anticipating Charlene's assurance that she'd only been kidding, not taking Jim at his word.

I quickly scribbled, "but then Kristy decides it might be fun after all, and decides to go along with Jim's suggestion."

"Oh hell, that might actually be fun after all!" she says grinning, sitting back down. "Though I think I could use a nice stiff drink to bolster my courage before we really get started here."

I smiled as I placed the book face down momentarily, already standing up.

"Since you're odd man out at the moment, would you mind fixing us some nice stiff drinks?" Charlene asked me.

"Not at all honey, not at all," I grinned inwardly, already thinking ahead now as I made my way over to where we'd stored all the liquor we'd brought with us. I'd been pretty general in my description, though I'd summarized in as few words as possible the whole idea, and what all might be involved in playing "strip-cribbage". Adding the idea of mixing some stiff drinks gave me a few moments to think ahead and allow the three of them to continue playing. I was also mildly curious to see how long they would continue to do so, how long things would continue going on without further written suggestions as well. It didn't take long to figure out and realize, that things remained within the parameters of whatever I had vaguely suggested, and unless I added to, or took away from, things remained going along just as I'd imagined or explained them out to be. As far as I knew now, the three of them would continue to play the game, even to the point that all of them would end up naked, continuing to play until such time as I changed those parameters, or closed the book. Either one.

Whatever it was I'd found, I now knew beyond a shadow of a doubt, that it was something special, something magical. But I still didn't know what limits there might be, nor did I know if merely keeping the book open would continue the enchantment, if that indeed what this was. Either way, I had to find out. And...now seeing both women, entirely naked made me realize the possibilities. It was when Jim finally lost the last of his clothing that I realized they'd reached an end point, and I once again found myself writing furiously.

"I can't believe we did this!" Kristy suddenly spoke as only then realizing what they'd been sitting here doing all this time. "What if someone else had come along and seen us?" Already she was reaching across the table to retrieve the tank top she'd removed earlier.

"Must be the booze," Charlene added nervously. "Have to admit, can't quite believe we let Jim talk us into actually doing this!"

"Me?" Jim shouted out in his defense, but by then, I'd managed to write a new paragraph, glancing up towards the three of them nervously, already penning a few additional words.

"What we should do, is take this inside the tent," he grinned with a lusty leer on his face. "Mack? What do you think?" he asked me.

"Sounds like a great idea!" I told him, "You light a lantern to carry inside, and I'll make a fresh round of drinks!"

I used the time to outline an entire idea, using as few words as possible, but careful not to paint myself in any corners. I'd included a little dialogue for myself as well, wondering as I wrote it down if it would in fact 'trigger' the thoughts and ideas I'd penned after having said it. Deciding to test my theory, I then carried in our fresh drinks, along with my magical little book, and carefully placed it face down, though still open on the floor of the tent.

"This really is naughty," Charlene giggled, as did Kristy accepting their drinks. "Who'd have ever thought we'd ever end up in a situation like this," she added wondrously.

"Yeah, who'd of thought?" I tossed out, though it hadn't been one of the lines I'd written in for myself, though the next one was. "I've always wondered what it would feel like to have two women sucking my dick at the same time," I said finally...wondering if my vulgar blunt language would cause any problems.

"Well then, guess its time you found out isn't it?" Charlene said looking towards me. "If it's alright with Jim of course," she asked though winking towards him.

"Fine with me, provided I get the same treatment in return," he said sitting back to sip his drink.

"Always wondered what you looked like," Kristy suddenly admitted shyly speaking. "Jim and I have often discussed the possibilities of fooling around with another couple, but until we met you guys, we never thought it would actually ever really happen."

I laughed, also adlibbing that. Charlene and I had often 'discussed' the very same thing, though only half-seriously, and never really with the intention of actually doing it, always as a 'fantasy' thought/game/naughty sort of thing. "So have we," I spoke, also not one of my "written thoughts" but so far...so good. I'd see how far things would go, smoothly, before planting another idea or suggestion, directing traffic so to speak. Only if I saw the enchantment, or whatever the hell this was begin to unravel would I then do so. But until then, I thought I'd just let things naturally go and see what happened.

"Well then...lets see that hard stiff cock of yours!" Kristy exclaimed, rolling onto her back along side my equally nude wife as they took up positions atop the blankets and sleeping bags we'd spread out earlier.

"I'll let you know how it feels," I said grinning while looking towards Jim.

"Please do!" he laughed back lifting his glass towards me in an obvious salute. "Though watching this is going to be damn fucking arousing too!" he added.

Like any normal guy, I'd been curious about my wife's best friend Kristy. But I'd never imagined ever actually getting to see her naked, let alone ever having her and my wife preparing to treat my cock to a double tongue licking. And now...just like that, I was!

Charlene had slightly larger breasts, though not by much. But what Kristy did have that certainly caught my immediate interest was incredibly large thick nipples that stood well off the tips of each breast in eager anticipation. Both women were entirely shaved, so seeing two sets of puffy swollen pussy lips was an added bonus by my way of thinking. And though I was certainly admiring the view, I was also anxious as hell to feel two pairs of lips treating my cock to sensations I had up until now only dreamed and fantasized about. Quickly stripping out of my own clothing, I quickly joined the two girls, sandwiching myself in between them as they then poured over me like hot molasses on pancakes.




The Magic Book



Laying there, watching two sets of tongues slithering up and down my shaft, as well as my balls, then periodically taking turns sucking the head of my dick while the other continued licking me was driving me insane. It had in fact been far better than anything I could have imagined, and knew that if they continued this frenzied feast of my cock, they'd have it spurting cream before I knew it. It was time to redirect this for a while, at least briefly.

"You know what?"

"What?" both women asked simultaneously, just as I'd written it.

"Before Jim gets his turn here, I think we'd both enjoy seeing the two of you together for a few minutes, wouldn't you Jim?" I asked already knowing the answer.

"Hell yes!" he grinned in agreement. 

There was a brief momentary look that passed between the two women. I'm not sure if the hesitation was due to some internal struggle that either of them might have momentarily experienced with my written suggestion. But if it was, it quickly passed.

"Never been with another woman before," Kristy admitted. "Though I came close once in college," she admitted openly. "Have you?" she pointedly asked Charlene.

Charlene looked towards me, blushing. "Just once, my older cousin shortly after graduation from high school when she'd come to stay with us. My cousin Janet is a lesbian, and I was curious about it, so I asked her why. She offered to show me...so we did!"

That was a new one. I hadn't known that, and made a mental note to inquire into that a little more fully at a later time.

"Well then, now you can help Kristy with her curiosity," Jim added enthusiastically. "Fuck...I can't believe I'm actually going to finally see this!" he continued.

"Me either," I said softly under my breath. "Me either."

Tentatively at first, the two girls began exploring one another, first with fingers and hands, then slowly with their lips and tongues. It didn't take long before they had curled up together in a side-by-side '69' position, now hungrily devouring one another, openly and uninhibitedly even though Jim and I continued to sit there watching them. It was though we didn't even exist, and in a way...we didn't. I remembered writing:

"Which is when Kristy and Charlene began eating one another as though Jim and I weren't really even there."

Charlene and I never did have what some would say as an inhibited sex-life, outside of ourselves of course. Open to doing, or trying anything with me, at least once...it was still fascinating to see what kind of 'control' or power my little magic book actually held over her. I could only wonder what it could do...or couldn't as the girls continued to pleasure one another orally until each had brought the other to climatic ecstasy that fell far beyond my expectations.

After Jim had been treated to his own double tongue-lashing, we'd then paired off with our own wives, making love side-by-side which was also very stimulating. But in the short time I'd had to write anything, I'd been very specific about events, and had ensured a nice safe ending as well. As everyone finally drifted off to sleep, I remembered the last few words I had written.

"And no one felt guilty in the morning."

#

As expected, I had closed the book just prior to turning off the light. Upon waking, I checked it, and sure enough, the pages were once again all blank. Nervously, I was the last to step outside the tent, but to my relief, saw the girls busily, and playfully cooking breakfast together. Jim was just returning with another load of wood for the morning fire.

"Thought you were going to sleep all day!" he said good-naturedly. "I've already been out fishing this morning, caught a couple of nice ones too!"

I could only smile, pocketing my leather book. "Off to visit the facilities," I informed everyone unnecessarily. "What time's breakfast?"

"About twenty minutes, so don't take too long!" Charlene admonished me playfully. I noticed when she turned to speak to me that the blouse she was wearing revealed a good portion of her breasts. She'd obviously either failed or forgotten to put her bra on, but I liked the look, even though it was something she would normally never do in front of someone, even if they were our friends. I couldn't help but wonder for a moment if there was some sort of lingering after-taste as it were of the books power, suggestion, or enchantments. Seeing Kristy lazily brush my wife's ass with her hand as she turned only seemed to intensify that thought. As good a friends as they'd always been...never once in all that time had I seen a gesture such as that one even remotely performed before.

Shrugging the thought off for the moment, I quickly made my way over towards the restrooms. They were but a short walk away, but far enough that camp soon disappeared out of sight. As I walked I passed a number of other campsites, some occupied, some not. One in particular however caught my eye. As I approached, though still as yet unseen or observed, I saw the redheaded woman that I'd spotted down by the creek yesterday. Except for one important fact, she wasn't a redhead, she really was a brunet after all. I couldn't help but wonder then if my inadvertent description of her the day before had naturally reverted back to the real. It was an interesting thought however, and one I wanted to explore further when I had more time. As she exited the tent she'd been sleeping in, I watched as she stretched, lifting her arms towards the morning sky, twisting slightly in some effort to stretch the soreness from her limbs. I took that brief moment to duck in amongst the trees, concealing myself, but clearly able to observe this Amazon as she finished stretching, then began kicking the still smoldering coals of their campfire with a stick. I fished the old leather book from within the pocket of my pants and quickly began to write:

"She glances about briefly, noting that she is alone, unobserved and for whatever reason, aroused...horny and excited. She feels it would be fun, a naughty, even dangerous adventure to openly play with herself, masturbating there where she stood."

I looked back towards her, grinned and saw her slip her hand down the front of her loose fitting jeans.

"Naked," I penciled in quickly. "She decided to be really adventurous and stand there entirely naked as she did."

I stood off to one side of the enormous tree and hid behind watching her. Watching as she hurriedly disrobed, tossing her clothing into the nearby folding chair that sat behind her, though as I'd written it, she preferred to stand, only then replacing her hand between her legs, the other crossing her chest to gingerly begin toying with one of her hard taut nipples. The fact that I'd actually gotten her to do this was exciting as hell, though I honestly wished I were in fact a bit closer in order to see better. I thought about that, wondering.

"So absorbed in her pleasures, she hears nothing beyond her own breathing, seeing nothing that would either alarm or disturb her either."

Once again I glanced at this vision of loveliness standing not more than fifteen feet away from me, totally absorbed in herself, in the feel of her fingers as she stood stroking her clit, watching as she just didn't stand there finger-fucking herself as some might expect, but slowly, teasingly running the 'V' created with her fingers to either side of her clitoris, then running them down likewise petting and caressing her neither lips. Cautiously, nervously, I stepped out from behind the tree into the open.

Though her eyes remained closed, I made no attempt to remain quiet in my advance. Neither was I purposely noisy either, preferring if I was caught, discovered, not to present myself as some stocking pervert or worse assailant. If she did become aware of me, I would merely stop, smile and turn away.

Ten feet...then five, moments later standing directly before her, her eyes opened and I froze. What I saw was pure sweetness, pure enjoyment, pure ecstasy and passion. Wherever she was at that moment, she was alone. She was not aware of my presence, nor cared I was there if she was. Either way, my heart was beating a hundred miles an hour as I stood there before her watching closely now as she began more forcefully, more purposely begin to strum her clit, using two fingers, her index and middle finger to rapidly begin brushing against the hard exposed surface of her clit which she had further revealed by now using her free hand in spreading herself apart.

"Oh fuck!" I moaned without thinking, then alarmed, once again looking up towards her face. Her eyes again opened, but she looked through me, past me perhaps, unseen. But now obviously in the throes of her orgasm which came upon her with such force and intensity that she reached out with one hand to steady herself as she stood next to the picnic table. In doing so, she nearly touched me, moving barely out of the way before doing so. I again wondered about that, "what would have happened if she had?"

Deciding not to risk fate, or some unforeseen collapse of the universe if I inadvertently did something foolish, I quickly stepped away heading with quick easy strides, not quite into a dead run, reaching the dirt road before daring to turn back. When I did, she was gone. I don't know if she saw me and wondered if I had seen her, but upon reaching the end of her climax, obviously I'd left things open-ended enough that whatever spell or power that the book had held over her, it was now gone.

"At least she didn't see me coming towards her," I thought anxiously. Though I also knew, she had to have known that I'd seen her. I did laugh at that, perhaps that little thought would in time, make this experience all the more memorable and enjoyable for her.

I arrived back at camp with more curiosities and questions that I had answers for. But now I also had a whole list of things I wanted to do, see and try. 

#

After breakfast was over, and after Jim and I had straightened up camp, the girls had retired to one of their favorite past-times, soaking up some sun in the lounge chairs we'd brought with us. And though I had always enjoyed seeing the two of them in their bikinis, I wondered if (and for how long perhaps) I could write about them just spending the day nude around camp. As we were in a fairly remote spot, there weren't all that many campers even in the area. Aside from the two women I'd run into, there was only two or three other campsites that were currently even occupied. Jim had gone off to fish, and I explained I was going to go on a brief walk to work off the marvelous breakfast the girls had fixed. I sat down just inside the tent on the pretense of changing clothes and began to write:

"It was Kristy who mentioned that since the four of us had already been intimate, that the two of them sun-bathing in the nude seemed pretty mild in comparison. Agreeing with her, Charlene suggested they remove their swimwear and spend the time relaxing in the sun entirely nude."

I reread the paragraph once again looking for any loose ends or loopholes. Satisfied that it seemed straightforward enough, I glanced up and out having first changed my clothes, not at all surprised to see that both girls had in fact removed the small tid-bits of cloth that had barely been concealing them anyway, and now lay casually, and comfortably nude within the lawn chairs beneath the warm sunshine.

"Off for a walk," I announced.

Charlene lowered her sunglasses looking over the rims towards me. And though I had seen my wife naked a thousand times, seeing her here...now, naked and so wonderfully exposed within the confines of our hardly concealed camp, stirred that ever smoldering excitement and arousal within me.

"Well don't go too far, or go hill climbing without Jim going with you," she warned me, then settled her glasses back down over her eyes and settled even more comfortably back into her chair. I took the moment to toss a look in Kristy's direction, admiring briefly her equally nude form, her magnificent breasts so lovingly oiled, invitingly exposed, though her nipples weren't nearly as hard as I had appreciated and observed earlier.

"Ok, back in a few," I stated, then wandered slowly down the dirt road away from the other camp area where the other girls were. I figured I'd swing back around their campsite last after first checking out the three or four campsites occupied first. I again glanced back towards our camp, pleased to see the girls still lying there unmoving. Anyone coming by here where I was along the road would easily be able to see them. I smiled inwardly knowing that.

A few hundred yards down the road I came to the first of the other occupied camps. There was a young couple staying in this one, and they had one of those easily portable tent-trailers. Like we'd just finished doing ourselves, the two of them were busily cleaning up after breakfast. As I walked by I smiled taking notice of them as they did me.

"Morning!"

"Morning!" They both responded within moments of one another, and returned my smile. I continued on for a short distance, then left the road entering far enough into the tree line that they wouldn't have seen me, and doubled back. The whole time I'd been walking, I'd kept my thumb between the pages I had written. Taking time to glance at the place I'd held my thumb while partially keeping the book open, I was glad to see that what I had first written remained. Now, with the young couple just barely within eyesight of where I stood, I began to write.

"It is the feel of the fresh mountain air that arouses the young couple. Seizing the moment, they decide to enjoy a little unbridled pleasure with one another, but not inside...no. Outside, clearing away the picnic table, where she places herself erotically, wantonly upon it, beckoning to her young lover to take her there. And here where they will spend the rest of the day in the nude, enjoying and basking in the warmth of the sunshine, making love as the mood strikes them."

Once again I reread what I had written, glancing up, pleased to see the young girl already shedding her clothing as her lover soon and very quickly followed. I stood for several long moments enjoying the two of them as they fucked passionately atop the table before once again retreating back onto the road and on towards the only other campsite in this direction.

Here I found an older retired couple. For the briefest of moments, I thought about passing them by, but then smiled inwardly once again.

"Hell, who knows...maybe a little naughty surprise in their old age will do them both a world of good!"

I didn't approach close enough to throw out another "good morning" but sufficiently so to ensure that whatever I wrote would take affect. As I began to write, I decided to do things just a little differently this time and just see what would happen. It was one of those unanswered questions that I wanted and needed an answer for.

The old guy sat petting a black lab that was lying by his side. The older gal sat next to him working some sort of needlepoint pattern. Neither sat speaking to one another, or at least not in tones loud enough for me to hear anyway.

"Though perhaps it has been a long time, the old woman suddenly feels desire and urges she has not known and felt in quite a while. Feeling frisky, she stands and begins to remove her clothing, regardless of what her husband might say to her as she does. She will then tell him it is her desire to suck his cock, and that she wants to do it for him right then and there."

Satisfied with what I had written I looked up expectantly. Sure enough, the old lady had stood and had already begun removing her blouse. So zoned was the old man in his own thoughts perhaps, that it took several long moments for him to even look in her direction, but when he did, his look was priceless. Already she had removed her blouse and bra, and though her breasts weren't certainly firm by any stretch of the imagination, they were certainly full enough to hint at the firmness they once knew.

"Agnes? What the hell are you doing woman?" The old man asked. 

"Well, believe it or not Harry, I suddenly got the inclination that I'd enjoy sucking your cock!"

"What?"

"You heard me!" she told him as she shimmed out of the last of her clothes. "It's been a while, and I thought you might enjoy having that old floppy cock of yours sucked."

"Here? Now?" he asked in surprised wonderment.

"Yep, right here, right now Pa. What ya think?"

I saw the old man grin and then look nervously about briefly before standing to unbuckle the belt on his jeans.

"Interesting," I thought to myself, then wandered away back into the woods, back in the direction of the other two women's campsite.

By the time I'd arrived after having wormed my way around the backside of their camp, I was surprised and somewhat disappointed to see that they'd already started packing to leave.

"Damn!" I thought silently. I thought furiously for a few moments, though I had indeed discovered much, there was still much I didn't understand or know. Some of which I still had yet to learn. But knowing that I could in fact approach, either "in the script" or "not" I threw caution to the wind and began writing.

"Seeing the good-looking guy as he approaches them, they greet him warmly and unafraid. After a brief chat and introductions, he invites them back to his camp for some refreshments, and to meet his wife along with her friend. They agree and go along with him."

I write hurriedly, though still as yet out of site. I hope that the 'trigger' of actually seeing me is what invokes this spell, if that indeed is what this is. That much I still don't know or understand. But I continue on, once again inserting specific comments where I might better direct things once things are put more firmly into motion. Satisfied, I stand from my concealment and begin walking towards their camp. Moments later I am indeed spotted, warm friendly smiles greet me all around.

Introductions are made, and though they are indeed preparing to leave, they are easily convinced to at least join us briefly for a bit of refreshment. Eagerly they follow me back down the road towards camp. I stumble, nearly falling tripping over myself as we round the small bend. I am both surprised as well as disappointed to see that Charlene and Kristy are both dressed, no longer naked sunning themselves. I hurriedly scan back through my writing, those few pages written while I'd been there are now gone.

"Shit!" I exclaim outwardly. I can only assume that whatever magical properties the book or my writing possesses, vanish/evaporate as though closing it once I have in fact lost contact. It is only a working theory, but it is also the only one that makes any sense. I quickly scan the words already written though not as yet spoken from the 'script' and decide to invoke the passage now, ensuring first that we are well within distance, and more importantly that the girls will hear me.

"Charlene? Kristy? I've run into some fellow campers who thought they'd like to come over and join us. This is Stacy and Mandy," I said introducing them both from afar as yet, but doing so because I knew this was a vulnerable tricky place I was putting myself in. As expected, Charlene and Kristy stood, eyeing me curiously.

"I suggested they come and join us in celebration of 'Nude Day'" I stated, using the phrase I had written within the book. I was both pleased as well as relieved to see the girls expressions change from those of annoyed, even anxious distrust to sudden pleased joyous acceptance.

"Welcome," Kristy and Charlene chimed in unison. "Can we get you something to drink?"

Pleased with the outcome of all this, and especially where I knew this would now be directed and soon head, I did note to myself that it was quite evident that I couldn't merely walk away from the scene, but had to be actively involved or aware, or it was as though closing the book. I knew I would eventually make another trip around camp, but was fairly certain when I did, that things would be back to some semblance of normalcy when I did, though I also wondered briefly if the old man would think his wife had suddenly gotten senile. That would have to wait. At the moment, I had four good looking women on my hands, and a deliciously wicked mind at work. 




The Magic Book



A simple reminder that it was officially 'Nude Day' and that in honor of that, and in celebration of it...everyone should once again remove their clothes. As expected of course, the suggestion was met with full enthusiastic approval. I watched happily as all four women quickly disrobed, doing so myself, and then joined them for a refreshing drink as they settled in to the few moments of idle chit-chat that I had planned for while I quickly reproduced my amazing little book and furiously began writing.

"Yes, we are lovers in fact. Stacy and I have lived together now for nearly three years," Mandy explained. Listening, I incorporated some of what they said into the words I was considering. I'd hoped for some sort of an opening, and now I had one.

Kristy blushed. "Until last night, I'd never even been with another woman before," she announced, only then glancing towards my wife.

"Oh really?" Stacy mused. "That sounds interesting."

"Oh it was," Charlene added grinning back towards her. 

"Why don't you tell them about it?" I stated, using one of the phrases I'd written in anticipation of this.

Then grabbing myself a beer, I settled back to enjoy the show remembering the words I had written, which now followed:

"So aroused were the women, that Mandy and Stacy began caressing one another, hoping for, and soon finding equal arousal and curiosity in this blatant form of exhibitionism and sensual display. Fascinated, both Kristy as well as Charlene watched, allowing their desires to surface."

I had left it at that, curious now as to what if anything my wife and Kristy might do, or not do upon seeing the other two women so openly fondling one another. Delightedly, perhaps a mixture of the night before, and the simple planted suggestion to allow their desires to surface, I sat watching as Charlene soon after crossed over to where Kristy stood, and began caressing her in much the same way that Mandy was caressing Stacy.

I watched for a time, pleased at how things had already progressed so far, but then anxious to see more...far more, I again wrote, suggesting a minor escalation of the obvious.

Forming a circle around me as I sat down on the ground amongst them all, I watched fascinated as the women stood together masturbating one another left to right. I was almost giddy with the erotic atmosphere of the situation, even though it was of course abnormally, and perhaps unnaturally created. Still...all in all, sitting there as I watched the pure lusty joy in each of their faces as hands and fingers caressed, probed and stroked one another was a feast to the imagination.

"What the fuck?"

I'd forgotten all about Jim.

"Hey...Jim!" I said suddenly standing. "This is Mandy and Stacy, they've come over to help us celebrate Nude Day!"

"What? Nude Day, what the fuck are you talking about Mack?" Jim stated testily. For the first time I was a bit panicked. I certainly couldn't insert a part for Jim, at least not yet. I'd already written a few other key phrases and words that would have to come first before I could even hope to do that and get a better handle on the situation before things got completely out of hand. I could only hope...that Jim being a "guy" as it were, would allow me to redirect his natural instincts to allow this crazily bizarre little scenario to continue without a lot of question.

"Yeah...Stacy and Mandy are gay, they've just been sort of sharing their experiences with us, and well...yeah, as you can see, the girls got a bit aroused by it all."

Though Jim had quickly calmed, especially upon finally taking notice of not just two naked females, but four, he allowed me to convince him to take a beer, settle down and see things for himself, which thankfully he did.

"So...have either of you two been with a guy before?" I asked immediately afterwards, invoking one of my last remaining phrases, hoping when I did that it would bring about the anticipated results, plus giving me the opportunity to get Jim into the equation a little more quickly.

"Stacy has, but I haven't," Mandy stated. "No offence, but I've never really been into men," she added.

"None taken...but you never know until you try it, who knows...you might find it interesting!"

I was pushing the envelope here obviously. Could the magic book actually change a person's outlook on things in general? The fact that my wife and Kristy had been together didn't really prove anything. I think they'd always been close enough that their friendship had allowed them to more easily slip into the intimacy we'd all shared together without necessarily changing anything. But to actually manipulate and so drastically change a person's overall life-style was something else entirely.

"I guess that depends on the person," Mandy added. "You wouldn't be offering your services by chance now would you?"

I'd already written in that my wife and Kristy would be all for it, curious to see, but I'd also included Stacy as well as Mandy getting involved in an all out group-grope of sorts. My problem now was, Jim was an unplanned for participant, and there was still a bit more to get through yet before I could write him into the script. I was hoping that his natural desires and instincts would simply blend in as things rolled along, otherwise things could get a bit tricky.

"Where?" Stacy asked suddenly seemingly interested.

"Well...since it is officially Nude Day, seems to me we should celebrate it openly. So...how about right here? We could spread out a few blankets on the ground here, then everyone could make themselves cozy and see how it goes from there."

I was more than a little relieved when Jim offered to grab all the bedding from his tent in order to accommodate the idea. Likewise Charlene and I were soon gathering up our own bedding as we carried it outside and began placing it so we could all have a nice comfortable place to sit, and begin our naughty little celebration.

With Jim being the virtual 'wild card' here, it did complicate things slightly, but by the obvious erection he was now sporting having finally removed his own clothing, I felt that he was more than willing to participate, especially as Kristy was 'miraculously' all for it as well.

"Why don't we start off with Stacy kneeling between my wife's legs here while I take her from behind," I suggested, finally triggering the last of my written suggestions. From this point forward, whatever happened, or didn't happen would be entirely up to the group. I didn't feel like I could too easily reach over and begin writing, especially as I'd left the book (open) but back inside the tent.

Watching Stacy as she then knelt between my wife's outstretched legs was erotic enough, but as I knelt behind her, gently stroking the outer lips of her sex with my hard dick was adding fuel to that particular fire.

It wasn't at all too surprising then when Kristy likewise placed herself lying next to my wife as Mandy knelt in front of her, similarly tonguing Kristy's cunt. Taking his cue from that, Jim know knelt beside me, placing his own raging hardon against Mandy's pussy and began teasing her with his shaft in exactly the same fashion as I was.

Hearing the soft purring moans coming from all four women was beyond belief. Only then did I ease the head of my shaft inside Stacy's slick cunt and slowly begin slipping in and out of her. As she rocked back against me, gyrating herself in the process, she continued to finger, lick and suck my wife's cunt driving Charlene crazy with her talented tongue.

"Oh fuck that's nice!" My wife cried out pleasurably.

"Thank you," Stacy responded in a slightly muffled way, which she followed with a nice easy moan as I gradually increased the tempo of my cock slipping in and out of that hot tight slit.

Looking over to my left, Jim was matching my movements, now thrusting his own cock even more deeply inside Mandy's succulent quim. Kristy had reached over, her hand caressing one of my wife's breasts as she moaned out her own pleasures as Mandy continued flicking her hard exposed little clit with her tongue.

We spent the better part of an hour exchanging places, taking turns orally pleasuring one another, sometimes in pairs, threesomes, switching back and forth as the desires took us. When at last we were all satiated beyond the physical, Mandy and Stacy announced that they really had to get going as they had a considerable drive back to where they lived.

I was surprised to see an exchange of phone numbers, though they'd given them to our wives, but that particular thought pleased me in the event their might be a reoccurring interest to hook up down the road.

As early evening descended upon us, Jim and I went out in search of more firewood, and I took that opportunity to pass by our fellow campers spots. I saw nothing of the younger couple who'd been there earlier, like the girls...they had obviously packed up and left already. But the older couple was still there. He once again sitting beside their dog though reading a book. And the older gal once again working on her needlepoint. I couldn't help but wonder if I had at least given them a bit of excitement in spicing up their lives. As I passed by their camp a little more closely this time, I smiled as the woman turned towards me, she'd made a quick movement in gathering the front of her blouse together within her hands. I saw just a glimpse, but it was enough to know that she'd been sitting there with her breasts exposed. Perhaps there was some lingering residue of their earlier excitement and arousal together, I might never know...but if I had given them some sort of spark of long lost pleasure and excitement, then it had been worth it. I waved, received a friendly wave in return from each of them, and passed on.

#

It was our last night in the campground as well. In the morning we hurriedly packed up our stuff and made preparations to head back to the city. Entering the tent in order to pack away what clothing I'd brought with me, I reached for my bush pants and discovered that the leather book was missing. Frantically I searched the tent literally tearing it apart, but to no avail. Thinking back, I realized that in my search for more firewood I had fallen at one point down near the riverbank. When I did, the book must have slipped from my pocket without my being aware of it. Heading off in the area where I was pretty sure I'd gone down, I again searched for a considerable length of time until Charlene came looking for me. I had no choice but to go back with her without raising suspicions. 

I returned weeks later on my own, again searching for that little leather book, but I never did find it. I am sure that one day it will be discovered again by another passer by. All I can say now is this, if you find yourself doing something that you might not normally do, or suddenly discover yourself naked out in the middle of nowhere with no real good reason why you are, you might want to take a look around and see if you find someone sitting there, writing in a worn leather bound book. Don't say I didn't warn you. 



The Magic Bottle



John and Sandy had been dating for over a year and had been sexually involved for a majority of that time. It was always really hot sex between them, even though they were only 18 years old and had only messed with 1-2 other people besides each other. Sex lately though had become routine and it was driving them both nuts. 

Only people who have been in a relationship for a while can understand what routine sex really means. Is it bad sex?? No not at all, but at the same time it isn't the hot and heavy stuff that we, especially the teenagers, really want to be having. 

However, though they were both not completely content with their sex life it was John that decided to put a new spin on it. He wanted to take Sandy up to the old house on Halloween night. Rumor had it that it was haunted and he felt sure that it would add a whole new element to their sex if the fear of ghosts was upon them as well.

You know the typical setting of a haunted house, high up on a hill that only it presided, broken windows and things of that nature, though no one was ever really sure what had caused it to come to disrepair. John went up there the day before and carried with him a blanket, some sandwich bread and a bag of chips in case they wanted a snack. He would bring the rest of the supplies (sandwich meat and sodas) when he brought Sandy up to the house the next night. 

Anticipation over the sexual encounter that he hoped this would become had his cock hard and throbbing all through that night and Halloween day. John wasn't sure what made him so certain that it would be a Halloween to remember but he just couldn't help thinking that it was bound to be the best Halloween of his short 18 years.

When he told Sandy of his idea though the next evening, she was somewhat less than thrilled with the idea of it. First and foremost she was sure that John had lost his mind wanting to take her to the spookiest house in town on the spookiest night of the year, but secondly she just wasn't sure that was a place that they needed to be. 

However since she rarely had the ability to tell John no about anything that he wanted to do, and even slightly curious as to what it would be like to be there with him intimately while waiting for other things to happen. Well of course she couldn't resist it all for long. With a slightly hesitating nod she told him that she would be willing to go, if he would make her one promise; "If I get too scared of being there, we will leave, no matter what we are doing at the time." 

By this time with his cock throbbing all day long he was more than willing to say anything to get her up that hill and into that house. He even wondered if he would have the ability to hold out on the sex in order to make her more comfortable with being there. His over all plan was for the two of them to stay there the entire night and if he fucked her too quickly, chances are the night would be over for both of them. And he wasn't ready to take that chance.

At about 9pm, after all the trick or treating kids were on their way home and getting ready for bed, John was just heading to Sandy's house to pick her up for a Halloween party of their own. She was ready and waiting when he first knocked on the door. She looked great to him. She wasn't dressed for going to an old haunted house by any stretch of the imagination. She had on a black dress that cut off about mid thigh, black pumps, and from the image of her nipples poking though the tight fitting bodice of her dress John was almost certain she wasn't wearing a bra. He wondered for a moment if she was even wearing panties and decided that he wouldn't wait to find out the answer to that question for long.

"Hi John, I am almost ready, just need to go get my purse and then we can go. Do you still want to go to that old house though? I was thinking something more along the lines of dinner down by the lake."

John almost laughed at how she had so nicely tried to change his mind. "No, I think my idea still works the best for me. I want to be alone with you, and what better place for that then a place that no one uses?"

Sandy grudgingly admitted that he was right and they left soon after that heading for the old house. She still wasn't sure that she really wanted to be there, but had to hold back a laugh as she thought, "If it is what makes John happy and he does give me a mind blowing orgasm then it should be worth it." 

Upon actually arriving at the house though, Sandy wished there had been some way she could have talked John out of it. The house reminded her so much of those old spooky Halloween stories that began something along the lines of, "When things go bump in the night, you had better watch out." Even she had to admit that was a rather silly idea but the house was horror movie set like all the way through. She really didn't think she wanted to be stuck here all night. Especially not tonight, even though having John around usually made her feel safe. 

Each step they took up the stairs, they made a creaking and groaning sound. Sandy actually had to wonder a few times if tonight one of them would break a leg before they even got inside the house. She truly feared walking across the porch to the half open door, lest they do fall through and who knows what creepy things would be under the house.

They did survive the trek inside the house though and when Sandy saw the blankets and pillow on the floor, she couldn't help but think of how thoughtful John was. Obviously, he had already known that they could make it inside the house and at least into the living room without any problems with falling. Sandy wrapped her arms around him, admitting to herself that she shouldn't have doubted John to keep her safe.

What really surprised Sandy as she neared the blankets though was the bucket sitting over to the side of the room? Inside it was what appeared to be a bottle of something. Curiosity got the best of her and she had to walk over to find out what it was. It was a bottle of wine, that appeared opened and about half empty chilling in half melted ice. She went back to John and threw her arms around him, thanking him for the wine but stating that she wished he hadn't already sampled some of it before hand.

John denied knowledge of putting it there, much less sampling it before. Sandy realizing that he wasn't the white wine type still couldn't help but think he had something to do with it. So standing up on tip toes, she planted her mouth firmly against his and was soon trying to entice him to part his lips and allow her to come in and sample the taste of his kiss. Ever being the gentleman that he was, as well as being so horny, John quickly took her up on her offer. She slid her tongue into his mouth and began the ancient battle of tongues inside his mouth, both enjoying the taste of each other before he pushed her tongue back into her mouth so that he could go and plunder the recesses of her mouth.

As John kissed her he remembered again his theory that she wasn't wearing any panties, and he decided that now was as good a time as any to find out for sure. He began working the back of her dress up with his fingers, and when he felt the hem of her dress rise up to meet his fingers at her lower back he slid his hands down onto her bottom. He groaned into her mouth as he realized she was indeed bare bottomed and she groaned into his as he began to massage and squeeze her ass.

Back and forth their tongues parried, until both of them were panting for air and trembling with the need to take it further. They both realized that if they didn't slow down soon then the sex wouldn't be far behind, and even though Sandy wasn't sure she wanted to be in the old house, she did feel that she didn't want it to be over with so quickly. So, by mutual agreement, they decided to lay out the blanket and make a snack with the sandwiches John had brought as well as enjoy the wine that had mysteriously appeared.

They chatted over ham and cheese sandwiches and laughed at the "gourmet dinner" complete with white wine. It didn't take long for the wine to start making them a little tipsy since they were both young enough to have not really had much opportunity to drink. Though sandy was a lot more unaccustomed to it than John so she laid back on the blanket while he finished off his last drink, emptying the bottle. 

When John had finished with his drink he happened to look towards Sandy and notice that in laying down her dress had ridden up, just barely keeping her pussy hidden from his eyes and once again his hormones controlled his actions as he reached out to lift the bottom of her dress higher to give him his first look at her neatly trimmed bush.

John could see her clit peeking out between the lips of her pussy and the bush covering them, and wondering if he could tease her without losing control of his own body and fucking her hard and deep like he wanted to. He decided to try it anyway since he really had nothing to lose, either way they would both enjoy the fuck they would have. 

He began sliding his finger lightly up and down her slit, he felt the wetness from her pussy at his first pass over her slit, but wanted to keep her waiting for the better contact that would really make her cum. It didn't take long until she began thrusting her hips up against his fingers, trying to urge him into making more contact with either her swollen clit that was now well above the lips of her pussy or the hole down below it where her sweet nectar was waiting on him to enter her.

John made her wait a while longer before finally inserting one finger into her wet pussy and thrusting it in and out torturously slow, only letting his thumb lightly bump against her clit on the in thrust. Sandy thought she would go mad with the need to have his cock inside her and making her cum. She began to beg him with words to fuck her now; telling him that she needed to put something bigger inside her than his finger and would prefer it be his cock.

John knew that he couldn't tell her "no" but he also knew that he didn't want to fuck her right now either. He wanted to wait until she was thoroughly satisfied before he himself finished. It was that thought that brought an idea to his mind. He wondered what she would do or say if he used the bottle. Neither of them had ever used "sex toys" so they weren't readily available, but in order to make his cock last, use the slightly tapered neck of the wine bottle. "If nothing else he wanted to see her reaction to it" he thought smiling.

John felt sure that she was wet enough and ready enough to take the bottle inside her without discomfort but just to make sure he steadily rubbed her clit in circles as he slowly began to slide the end of the bottle inside her.

Sandy was surprised by the feel of the bottle entering her pussy, but was beyond caring what was inside her. John's fingers rubbing against her clit and the new idea of a bottle being inserted was more than she could bare and within seconds she was thrusting against the bottle, trying to force more of it into herself. John watched in amazement over her response to the bottle as she began thrusting onto it so hard that her pussy was taking in all of the neck to where it would stop slanting. He watched even that slip a little further inside as she called out that she was going to cum. He stopped thrusting the bottle into her pussy, and watched as her pussy attempted to clamp down on the bottle that he was holding.

When Sandy came down off her orgasmic peak, John watched the slow lazy smile curve her lips as he pulled the bottle from her pussy. Then, Just out of curiosity he looked down at the bottle and noticed how it was fully coated in her essence. He was about to lower his lips over the part of the bottle that had been inside her, wanting suddenly to not waste the sweetness of her nectar when a puff of smoke formed on the rim of the bottle.

The smoke started out small and grew larger by the second until it was just a big billowing cloud and both Sandy and John stared in amazement, not sure if they should run out of the house screaming or just stay still and hope to not be noticed. Shock won out as neither of them felt they could possibly move with as scared as they were. Their fear grew even more though as the cloud of smoke began to take on a more human form.

When the smoke was in human form, or at least as close as a puff of smoke can be, John and Sandy heard a loud voice coming from it. "That should be a new Genie's law; before it has always been 'rub the bottle and the genie will come'." Need to stipulate where the bottle should be rubbed because heaven knows that will definitely make the Genie cum." 

Three things happened when he was finished with his speech: Sandy turned a fiery red, John stared at the smoke wide eyed, and the genie roared with laughter. The genie was the first one to get back under control and so he was the next one to speak as well, "I have been around thousands of years, but no one has ever thought of bringing me out of the bottle in that way. I thank you and will grant you any wish you want to make. Though I must request that you not ask for anything huge, I can't turn you into billionaires or grant peace throughout the world or anything of that nature. Anything else is up for grabs though. Believe me though if I were able to get you the big stuff it would be well worth it for what you just did to me. I don't remember the last time I was buried deep inside a hot pussy. So what do you want? Tell me and I will see that you get it."

Still dumbstruck, Sandy and John wasn't real sure what they should say in reply to him. "Come on," Genie instructed, "I've been inside that bottle since the autumnal equinox 10 years ago. I need to grant a wish to someone soon or there won't be a reason for me to call myself Genie anymore. I will have to settle for Ghost if that happens. Or didn't you know that; all ghosts are genies without a job or at least some of the ghosts start out that way, and soon I will become one of those. Tonight was my last chance to make something good happen."

Sandy, although still overwhelmed by the appearance of the Genie/ghost, whatever he wanted to call himself, gained her voice first. "John, I don't want to see him give up and become a ghost. What can we wish for to prevent that from happening?"

"Well, since he is already aware of the fact that we were here for sex, why not make it something sexually related? A new toy, maybe? A vibrator that we can play with or a bed that we can fuck on that is more comfortable than the floor?"

Genie frowned, "You two need to think hard. Would you really want to waste a good wish on a vibrator or a bed?"

Sandy with a huge grin stated, "I wouldn't want to waste it. I know what I want to wish for."

"What is that?" both John and Genie asked in unison.

"Well, John has a good idea with the sex toy. I think we should step it up though. How about a virtual sex toy store being here? Any sex toy imaginable to be used at our disposal throughout the night. Let Genie decide which toys he brings to us so that he is included in our night and if genie wants to he can stay to watch. After all he did seem to enjoy being inside my pussy, maybe he will also enjoy the show?"

During her speech, John had looked at her like she was losing her mind but by the time she was finished, his cock was growing uncomfortably hard as the ideas began to form in his mind of what delights the night could now hold. He nodded his consent to Genie to make Sandy's wish come true and Genie gave a loud "Woohoo!!" before snapping his fingers and bringing the toys to life. 

John and Sandy got up to walk around and take in the sexual treasures that the Genie had brought to them. There were blindfolds, paddles, clips for nipples and the clit, handcuffs, and vibrators of all shapes and sizes, you name it and it was there for them to use. The array even included a bed over by the far wall. There were so many options available to them that Sandy wasn't sure they would be able to use them all in only a night.

John's mind was also thinking about all the things before him. Not so much that they may not be able to use them all in one night, but more along the lines of would Sandy trust him enough to let him play with her. He had never thought of so many sexual toys as what he was now looking upon and his mind was busily working out many different pleasures to be gained. Every thought that came to his mind made his cock stand up and take notice and if he had his way about it, Sandy wouldn't be the only one getting more than one orgasm tonight.

Deciding that put the ball fully in his court though, so he had to ask her first and foremost if she was willing to trust him, for a little while at least. Would she trust him enough to stop if she didn't like what was going on? The answer to that question remained to be seen but he really had to ask. "Sandy?"

"Yes?"

"I have a lot of ideas of what we can do with all this stuff, but it would mean that you have to trust me to not hurt you. Can you?"

"What do you have in mind?" Sandy asked with a worried frown upon her face.

"Well, I really don't want to say it because that would kill some of the fun of it. But I won't hurt you. I promise you that much. If at any time you want me to stop just say so."

"We have dated long enough that I trust you. I would just like to know what you have planned."

"You will see, or at least you will feel. The first thing I want to do is blindfold you."

"Are you crazy?" she asked gaping at him as if he had grown a new nose or an extra body part of some sort. 

Laughing John said that he was serious but if she didn't like it that he would stop, and Sandy hesitantly nodded that yes they could try it.

Forgetting that Genie was watching until he said "I will sit over here and if you think of anything else you need, just let me know." Sandy doubted again her sanity in letting John do this to her, but even she had to admit that the idea of not knowing what was going to happen was kind of exciting. At least her clit was thinking so as John walked up and got the blind fold and brought it back to her and began securing it around her head, turning her world black. She found it funny that as John began preparing her that her clit swelled and began to throb as if she were receiving a caress upon it and had to hold back the giggle threatening to erupt from her lips.

Once the blind fold was in place, John stepped back to admire his work and to walk around her slowly to make sure that she couldn't see anything. As he walked, he decided that the next thing to take care of was her dress, although she did look appealing in it since she didn't have on bra her nipples were peeking out begging to be touched through the thin material. He couldn't resist, he reached out and lightly pinched one nipple and then the other causing Sandy to gasp in surprise.

As he made the full circle around her he stopped at her back once again and reached for the zipper holding her dress in place. He slowly began to unzip her dress, baring each inch of her spine to himself slowly, teasing both him and her. When it was all the way lowered, he slid his hands inside her dress from the back and reached around under her arms to caress her bared breasts, tweaking each nipple lightly with his thumb and forefinger as he did so. Then he removed his hands and began sliding the shoulders down her arms.

John stepped back in front of her wanting to see as her breasts came fully into view. He wasn't disappointed. As he pulled down the front of her dress, he was able to watch as her firm tits sprang into view, wiggling slightly when the slight confines of the dress was no longer an issue for them.

He left the dress to hang upon her hips as he leaned in to lick and kiss around each nipple, making her once again to gasp as the warmth of his mouth closed over one nipple and then the other. John moved back and forth between her two hardened peaks until he felt her start to tremble, and she was moaning from need. When he stopped, Sandy groaned in frustration since she wasn't sure where he would touch next.




The Magic Bottle



He chuckled as he placed his hands on her hips and began taking the dress lower, gasping himself as her trimmed bush once again came into view. He could smell the sweetness of her womanhood, her excitement, and his cock grew stiffer in response to it. John began to doubt the sanity of his plans, wishing that he could bury his cock deep inside that moist warm pussy that smelled like the most erotic perfume a person could ever find to wear. He held in the laugh that threatened to come out as he thought, "If they could bottle and sell it there would be thousands of men walking around with a terminal hard-on." And lowered her dress to where he could let it go to pool around her feet.

Now free of her clothes, he once again walked around her. Sandy could feel the breath of air as his body shifted around as well as she could hear the slight footsteps that his tennis shoes created. She wondered desperately what he was really going to do to her. She wanted to know yet realized that not knowing was very exciting.

Sandy jumped slightly when his hand suddenly grabbed hers and then was momentarily relieved to feel his touch as he began leading her to somewhere. She assumed he was taking her to the bed, although being blindfolded left her somewhat disoriented and she couldn't tell for sure what direction she was heading into. 

John was wondering what would be going through her mind as he lead her along towards the bed. He also wondered how she would respond to the things he had planned for her when she got there. Especially since the first thing he wanted to do was somewhat more classified as the rougher side of sex. John admitted to himself that though he had no real wish to cause her any pain, the idea of bending someone over and spanking their bared bottom was one that had always appealed to him. Sandy had the idea that he was interested in that but so far had been adamant about the fact that she wouldn't let him do that to her. John kind of thought that if he could show her what he meant then she would go for it but she said "No." and he had to go with that, "but tonight", he thought to himself, "is the perfect night to explore all possibilities. That is just another of the many things possible."

Sandy felt John stop moving and so she stopped as well, not wanting to bump into anything and then she felt him take both of her hands into his. She was very comforted knowing that he was holding her still but the comfort turned to confusion as he began pulling her hands downward, urging her to bend at the waste. She was slightly bent forward when her hands touched the soft mattress of the bed and she instinctively took a step towards the bed to climb onto it when John told her "No, stay like that." And he moved around to her backside. She, though confused, stayed where he had told her to stay.

The first thing Sandy felt as he stepped behind her was his hand on her pussy and she naturally stepped so her legs were further apart allowing him better access to her still swollen clit. John took full advantage of it too and began massaging her clit once again in the little circular motion that drove her nuts. Before long Sandy was rotating her hips to urge him to speed up and she was gasping in little panting breaths, heading towards another orgasm and still wishing that he would bury his cock deep inside her dripping pussy.

She was quickly shocked into stillness when she felt the first lightly stinging slap against her ass a second after she heard the slap ring out softly in the room. It was followed quickly by another as his fingers continued to work on her clit. She wasn't sure if she liked it or not though the slight heat where his hand had landed seemed to travel straight through to her clit.

When after a minute or so she felt another slightly harder slap upon her ass cheek, she gasped at the slight sting of it as well as felt the more pressure of his hand on her clit when she pushed forward with the swat. It only felt better as he did it again and again, Four times rapidly on each cheek and she wondered how much longer she was going to be able to hold out before she came from all the different sensations he was putting her through. Sandy had to wonder why she had always told him that this was a bad thing to do and now she was enjoying it.

Sandy was just about to cum when his fingers suddenly left her clit. She stuck out her ass towards him, silently begging to finish her off, and he watches as her slightly pink ass waved like a flag in the wind, seeking out his touch. He quietly left her standing like that as he went to get the thin wooden paddle and a small bullet vibrator. 

As he headed back towards her he turned on the vibrator on low, knowing that she would hear it coming and anticipate the first touch of a vibe on her clit. He watched as her ass stopped waving about and she just stood still for him, waiting for him to touch her with it. Instead though, he drew back the paddle and popped one and then the other cheek causing her to jump and squeal though he was sure he hadn't "hurt" her as he put the vibrator between her legs and centered it over her clit. He watched and smiled as she quickly pushed her ass up into the air further to help the vibe make more contact with her clit.

John rapidly swatted her ass with the paddle 3 more times on each cheek watching as it turned slightly pinker and he could tell that she was very near her orgasm. Still he wasn't sure he wanted her to cum right now, so he withdrew the bullet vibe from her clit and Sandy groaned in frustration once again.

He reached up to her shoulder to urge her back to a standing position and then he urged her forward to show her that he wanted her on the bed now. He told her finally letting her hear his voice again to get into the middle of the bed and lay down on her back. As Sandy moved to do as he had told her to, he went quickly to the array of toys and picked out the handcuffs and two satin strips of cloth that were there as well and went back to the bed just as she was getting into position.

"Trust me?" John questioned.

"Yes." She whispered and nodded her head wondering why he would feel the need to ask her that right now. 

Sandy realized why he had asked when he took one hand and placed it over her head attaching the handcuffs to the headboard, holding her still. She wondered why she had ever said yes that she trusted him, because now she wasn't so sure that she should. She didn't like the idea that she couldn't move, but was determined to not say she wanted it to stop until absolutely necessary. The tension in her body grew as he attached the next handcuff and then moved down to her feet and attached them to the footboard. Sandy thought so strongly about calling a halt to it but still felt that she could trust him to not hurt her, and that kept her lips from saying to stop.

Sandy heard John moving around the bed, could almost tell where he was at beside her, and she thought with wonder how interesting it was that without sight her body could be so attuned to even the slightest trace of wind shifting in the room. Not only that but her body strained with its own inner struggle, waiting for the next touch, both wanting it and wanting it to wait a while longer to come. She knew a slight fear when she realized that John was walking away from the bed, but still felt sure that he would return.

When John did return to the bed, he crawled up beside her, he turned on another vibe that he had found that would be slightly larger than his own cock. He then began to slide it up and down her wet slit, waiting for the right moment to push it deeply inside her pussy. Then another thought occurred to him, that now was a good time for another first, he wanted her to give him oral sex and make him cum but as of yet she had been hesitant to do that as well. He would try that now and see what her response was.

That left John with a slight dilemma though, because with only two hands and one cock, he would have to be too far away from her pussy to push it deeply inside her. That gave him another idea. What if Genie could take care of the pussy as he was fucking her mouth and would genie be willing to do so? 

So, John decided that all he could do was ask, and he did. Upon hearing the question, Sandy got a little upset. She couldn't believe she had forgotten that there was a Genie watching all that was going on and now was invited to help John while he was going to fuck her mouth. She would have said to stop it right now but before she was able to she felt the vibrator slip inside her well lubed up pussy. She could tell that it was slightly larger than John by the way it made her pussy stretch a little bit, but she couldn't tell how much bigger. All she really knew was that as it began to slide in and out of her pussy, it felt so good. The vibrations deep inside her pussy felt almost overwhelming and she didn't thing she would ever want for it to stop.

Even through the haze of her pleasure due to the vibe, Sandy blushed a deep red from the cheeks on her face down onto her pert little breasts when she heard Genie state, "I was wondering how long it would be before you decided to let me have another go at that sweet pussy of hers. I was about to think you had both forgotten me."

John left the vibrator stuck inside her pussy as he climbed up onto the bed further to bring his cock closer to her mouth. Sandy could tell that he was too impatient to fuck her mouth to wait until Genie got across the room because the wetness of her pussy made holding the vibe impossible and it began to slip out of her. She liked the vibe in there and didn't want for it to come out so she strained her young muscles to keep it there. Unfortunately she was quick to find out that the more she squeezed to hold it in place, the more it would try to slip out.

Right about the time she was going to lose the battle and it would fall out of her; it was once again pushed deeply inside. The muscles still tightened trying to hold it in was stretched tight around it again and that was more a pleasure than when she had been relaxing to let John do as he wanted with the vibe. With the vibrator humming deep inside her pussy and her muscles gripping onto it as tight as possible, it seemed that the vibrations shook her entire body. It also worked to focus her mind solely upon her pussy to the point that she didn't try to object or even really care when John stuck his cock up to her lips and into her mouth.

Genie seemed to know what to do to make her forget what was going on at her mouth. He would push the vibrator into her pussy and pause. He would then work it around in circles, forcing her open further before he would pull it back out almost to the tip and she wanted to cry out and tell him to put it back. Each time he pushed the toy cock inside her, her body would welcome it by thrusting her hips towards him. When Genie would pull it from her, her body would miss it and wish for it back by tensing up to wait.

John was too busy enjoying the feel of her hot mouth on his cock to really pay attention to what was going on down at Sandy's pussy, but occasionally he would feel a slight vibration around his cock as she moaned silently around him. He wasn't sure how much longer he would be able to stop himself from cumming and could only hope that she was ready for the load that he was going to put into her, until now, virgin mouth.

Genie watched as John's thrusts speeded up and he wanted to make Sandy cum with John. He could sense that she had never had a cock cum inside her mouth and he wanted her to enjoy it for this first time out. He quickly decided that he needed to stop teasing her with the vibrator and instead work her clit as well as thrust the cock inside her pussy.

Sandy felt the increase in John's thrusts and thought about shaking her head or something to show that she didn't want him to do anymore, but just as she was getting ready to do so, Genie lightly pinched her clit between his fingers. As he began to slide his fingers back and forth on her hard little nub all thoughts fled except of what he was doing to her. He would thrust the cock in deeply and quickly as his fingers jerked her clit and she thought for sure that she would go insane with the feeling of it.

As John thrusts grew even quicker and Sandy realized that the time had come that she would get that first taste of cum into her mouth, she felt her own pussy nearing climax again. She knew that she would be unable to stop either from happening, so she consigned her self to just ride out the waves of pleasure as they came to her.

Genie felt her body tensing, nearing her release and he could feel also her already swollen clit, swell even more. He stopped with his pinching her clit to rub it around in tight quick circles, knowing that she would surely cum quickly with the extra speed.

He was right, within seconds Sandy felt her orgasm crashing over her. It happened at the exact moment that she got her first taste of John's hot cum splashing into her mouth. Sandy was beyond caring that he was filling her mouth. She just swallowed and rode out her own pleasure on the toy cock buried inside her pussy and the fingers that worked hard upon her clit and she wondered if her orgasm would ever stop rolling through her.

John was lost in his own pleasure which grew more intense as she sucked him harder and swallowed his cum while trying to moan with her own release. He also felt sure that the orgasm wouldn't stop racing through his body, but when it finally did he could tell that she was still coming down off her peak. So he kept thrusting into her mouth, not yet willing to give up the ride he was taking.

After what seemed like forever to Sandy, her body was drained and Genie finally stopped his caresses on her now sensitive clit. He also pulled the vibrator from her pussy as John pulled his cock from her mouth. Having the two holes emptied at nearly the same moment was when she realized how she was laying there panting as if she had just run a marathon. With in seconds she was drifting off to sleep but not before she heard Genie comment, "Wow, look at how wet she made this toy." And she blushed once again.

(To be continued if enough of you let me know that you're enjoying it...:) )



The Magic Boxers



Author's note: This story is the third in the continuing marital adventures of Jerry and Karen, following Aftermath and Limelight 

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"Look at these boxers I got for you at Kohl's," Karen proudly stated, "Ninety percent off!"

The Steelers were in the process of blowing another fourth quarter lead as I quickly glanced up, before returning my eyes to the fifty eight inch plasma. "Damn it, can't we cover anybody?" I screamed at the TV. "Don't sit back, blitz the damn quarterback!"

"They were regularly twenty four dollars for the pair but I only paid two forty," Karen continued.

"That's great, Honey..." I said not taking my eyes off the screen. "Come on Ike, quit that swaggin' bullshit and COVER someone!"

"OK, I'm going to leave a pair on the towel rack for you to wear tomorrow. Please try them and see if you like them. They have two more packs on the discount rack. I'll stop by after work if you like them... "

She kissed me on the forehead, "I love you! Please don't fall asleep on the sofa because your back will get sore. You can check out Tomlin's press conference on the internet tomorrow morning. I have to go into work early tomorrow... Good night, honey."

"I love you, too. Good night..."

Karen, wonderful wife that she is, had gone shopping for the evening, leaving me to enjoy the game in peace. For males growing up in this part of Pennsylvania, rooting for the "Stillers" borders on a Sunday religious experience. However, this was a Thursday night game in Tennessee. Chalk that up to NFL greed. Pittsburgh ended up blowing the game, courtesy of a surprisingly porous defense and a last second field goal, and I fell asleep on the sofa, before sometime in the middle of the night crawling into bed.

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"Shit!" I bitched, before hitting the snooze alarm for about the fifth time.

I looked at the alarm clock and it read 6:00am. I had thirty minutes to get ready for work. A shave and shower along with brushing my teeth while sitting on the toilet took twenty of those, and then my left contact wouldn't sit right in my eye, leaving me with five minutes to get dressed. I grabbed the boxers that Karen had draped over the towel rack last night.

Blue smiley faced boxers? I looked at the tag. Croft and Barrows, size small, one hundred percent polyester. What is this? I have worn cotton underwear my whole life. The clock was ticking. I had to get on the road before the school bus passed our house, otherwise, I'd be stuck on the two lane road for an extra twenty minutes and be late for work. I grabbed the boxers and put them on...

The polyester material felt soft against my skin and they were way too small. But the silky fabric seemed to massage my flaccid penis into a hard-on almost immediately. Damn! They felt good! Nothing brightens a man's morning mood like sexual arousal, the only bad part being Karen had already left and I needed to move quickly and go to work myself. "Perhaps tonight..." I thought to myself thinking about my beautiful wife, "...she will reap the benefits of her purchase!"

I quickly finished getting dressed, hustled to the garage, fired up the Fusion, and raced down the driveway narrowly beating the yellow Blue Bird school bus. On the entire drive to work my dick was as hard as a rock as I sang in duet with Bruce Dickinson. It felt like it was going to be a very good day!

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"So what made you decide to stick a cucumber down your shorts?"

I was two-handing a mug by the coffee machine when the trio appeared. Abby, Brenda and Connie were giving me the visual once over with huge smiles on their faces. I hesitated in speaking, slightly embarrassed. They, however, continued...

"Gee... I never knew Karen was such a lucky girl."

"I don't think I've ever seen anything so LARGE. Forget the ruler, let's go find a yardstick."

My current tormentors were at one time known as the "Three Babesketeers." In their younger days they were women that every man desired. Now, approaching middle age, they were generally considered MILF's with an asterisk (IIWHM—if I wasn't happily married.) Abby and Brenda were in their early forties and married with kids in high school. Each carried a couple of extra pounds that seem to come with age, but they both wore them very well. They were not beauty queens but were attractive and stylish.

Connie, in her late thirties and recently divorced with a young teenage daughter, was simply a beautiful woman in a natural, girl next door kind of way. Unfortunately for her, her ex-husband dentist decided to sample his twenty four year old hygienist over a period of several months, and she took him the proverbial cleaners. As she once confided in me, "The sex I may have been able to forgive over time, the lies I never will..." Looking at her smiling in front of me, I couldn't help but think the guy was a total idiot!

But in spite of their collective attractiveness, the reason why these girls ruled our work section is that they were not stuck up at all. They all loved to joke around. Every man was a victim of their verbal sexual harassment and it made for a fun work environment. They were hard workers and did their jobs expertly, but they had an instinctive sense of when cut loose and lighten the mood.

"OK, Jerry, here is what we are going to do..." Abby started, "You are going to take us to lunch today and we're going to play a game. Each of us gets one guess, and if we can correctly explain why you are so......ahh....'vertical' today, you must buy our lunch. If we can't guess the correct reason, we will buy your lunch. Want to play?"

"What restaurant?"

The girls looked at each other.

"Olive Garden!"

"I'm in..."

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The Friday lunch time crowd had the Italian restaurant buzzing. We asked the hostess to sit us in a quiet room. After ordering, the waitress brought salad and bread sticks. Abby picked up one of the hot pieces of dough and smiled at me, "OK, big boy, I'll go first... But you promise not to lie, right?"

"Nothing but the truth, I promise."

"Good... Here's my guess, I think Karen dressed you up in some pink panties or nylons this morning," she stated hopefully.

"Hmmm... Interesting, Abby... Where would you ever come up with an idea like that? Care to share any personal stories about you and Mike (her husband)?" I teased.

"Yeah, Ab... Don't hold out on us..." smiled Brenda, "Start spilling..."

Turning a bright share of red, Abby talked in a low voice, "One night Mike and I decided to trade underwear for the night. Damn, he looked so cute in those panties I was leaking before I got on the bed. He must have like it too, because he was SO hard that night... He got it up three times! Don't you EVER breathe a word of this to ANYONE! He'd kill me..."

"A man like Mike in panties... Wow!" I teased, "Wait until the guys find out about this..."

"Jerry!"

"OK, Abby, your secret's safe. But to answer your guess, no, I am not wearing panties or nylons. Brenda, you're up."

"Did you overdose on those little blue pills last night?"

"Brenda, interesting guess... Does Sam (her husband) take Viagra?"

She started blushing, "He orders generics from India. They cost less than a dollar a pill. He had some performance issues, so I started insisting that he come to bed hard, no excuses." 

"No way!" Connie marveled.

"It's true. I need it, girls, almost every night. The pills are just a little insurance policy for him and cost less than a cup of coffee. Sam doesn't have a problem with this..."

"Gee, Brenda... I wonder why... Pussy every night!" I blurted out, as the girls suddenly looked over to me with wry smiles on their faces, "No wonder the guy's always happy..."

"Isn't that dangerous?" Abby asked.

"His doctor gave him the name of the website HE orders from... Chemically the ingredients are the same. His doctor feels the benefits out way the risks. I agree."

"What's the name of the website? And, no, I'm not juiced up today, Brenda..."

"I'll have to get it for you. Connie, it's your turn."

"Jerry, are you having or think of having an affair? Is that what has got you so excited?" Connie quietly asked.

"I've only slept with one woman for the last twenty five and a half years and that includes our courtship and engagement. I'd divorce Karen first, before I'd ever cheat on her. But we're doing real good right now... We've always had a good marriage but the vacation in Mexico really brought us closer together."

"So you're not thinking of giving me a little relief with that big stick of yours?" Connie teased.

"Oh... trust me, I think about it. And it's not that big by the way," I winked. "But you got rid of one cheating asshole, I'd just be another. Besides, I think you standards are quite a bit higher than someone like me. A handsome millionaire stud I am not."

"Don't be silly, if you were available I'd snap you up in a heartbeat, but I know you're not and never will be. Honestly, I'd settle for a MAN who could be faithful..."

"Girls, we lost..." Abby lamented. "OK, Jerry, you've got lunch on us, but I think I'd like an explanation please...

I told them about the blue smiley faced boxers that Karen had bought at Kohl's. They were all disappointed and told me that was a "boring" story and wasn't worth the price of a lunch. I had enjoyed the conversation and the openness of my co-workers and made the decision to try to gain a little more insight into their thoughts.

"Girls..." I started, "I'll tell you what... I'll make a deal with you."

"What kind of deal?" asked Brenda, looking slightly suspicious.

It was time to bare my soul...

"I love Karen with all my heart. She is my life. On our trip to Mexico I came to realize that even though we've been married for twenty two years, I really don't understand her. Maybe I never will, but I want to make an effort to try. I want to be the best man and husband I can for her."

"Now I could go buy some books and start reading, but that's boring. 'Men are from Pluto and Women are from Saturn,' or something like that... I mean, come on, I want some real advice from people that I know and trust."

"So basically what I'm asking is... I'd like hire you three to be my woman coaches. I want you to teach me how Karen thinks and how I can make our relationship better. I'm willing to pay you in lunches to help me take our marriage to the next level. Are you interested?"

They just stared at me silently for you about fifteen seconds before Abby finally spoke,

"That's beautiful. Wow, I'm kind of stunned. I mean, most guys at this point aren't too interested in putting anything more than the minimum into their marriages."

"The only way Sam would give any thought to our marriage is if they discussed it on "SportsCenter," sighed Brenda.

"So you'll teach me?"

"I like to have fun and joke around, but I'm not sure I'm comfortable talking about personal sex stuff with you," Abby said.

"Girls, I know how to fu..., ah, make love," I countered. "I'm not really interested in specific sex tips. I was thinking about general advice on how you think, what is important to you, what you tell your friends that you don't tell your husbands. I want a behind the scenes look that I can hopefully apply to my marriage."

"And do we get a glass of wine with our lunch?"

"Ha! I take that as a 'Yes?'"

Abby, Brenda and Connie all nodded their heads in approval.

"Great! So let's start today and I'll pay for this lunch. Is that OK with you?"

They smiled and nodded their heads again.

"Karen's birthday is coming up in two weeks and I want to know how you view gifts. Is it the gift that counts? The thought behind the gift? Something practical? Something unique? Girls, any ideas?"

"Every woman is different..." Connie spoke, "but in general, we like to be surprised. We like things out of the normal everyday routine. We like to be kept guessing. At least I do..."

"Any specific suggestions?"

They sat silently for about thirty seconds thinking before Brenda started, "OK, I have an idea. I'll give this a shot. First, has Karen hinted at any gift? Sometimes women will casually mention things..."

"Nothing that I've picked up on..."

"OK, I think perhaps this will work, at least it would with me. Men seem to think that women are blown away by a dozen long stemmed roses, a box of fancy chocolate, or a romantic dinner at some expensive restaurant where the food looks better than it tastes. These things are fine when you're first dating but not for long married couples. Managing money is important and these gifts aren't a great value. They're nice, but..."

"As a working woman, Jerry, the greatest gift that you could give me is... time. Women work all day, as I know Karen does, and then they come home and their second work day begins. Cooking dinner, washing clothes, cleaning the house... there seems to be an endless list of menial chores to do. Don't get me wrong, we know this and accept our responsibility, but it comes at a cost. We are always tired. We rarely feel sexy. It grinds you down to the point where you wonder how much more you can take."

"If I was giving Karen a gift, instead of buying her something, I would hire a maid for her. Something to take the edge off of her evenings... She could come home and relax, take a nice hot bath and unwind. You could cook together, simple dishes or toss a salad together, and believe me; nothing is more romantic than making food together then feeding each other."

"The benefits are twofold. One, she relaxes and two, because of that, she has more time and energy to think about sex with you. Most wives want a lot of sex, I know I certainly do, but it's just that we are so spent at the end of the day that there is nothing left to give, and then the need to sleep overrides the desire to make love. By hiring a maid you can really improve the quality of her life...and yours. Girls, what do you think?"

"Brenda, would you PLEASE suggest this to Mike!" Abby pleaded. "What a great gift..."

"Perfect!" Connie concurred.

I smiled. Never in a million years would I have thought of something so simple, so basic. As the check came I happily paid for the lunch and the girls were pleased. If they were correct, the cost of three plates of lasagna would be a worthy investment. Perhaps more important, I set the stage to gain further insight into my wife's thought process in the future. With Abby, Brenda and Connie's help, I was going to blow Karen away! But first, I wanted to test their advice before I sunk a bunch of money into a house cleaning service.

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Returning to the military base, I asked my boss if I could leave early after promising that there were no immediate security issues to be handled, and that I would return tomorrow morning to finish some outstanding paperwork. Saturday was normally a day off for me...

Stopping at Wegman's on the way home, I purchased fresh fruit and vegetables to cook dinner. By the time I got home, the boys had already left for their jobs. I had the whole house to myself. Instead of wasting the afternoon reading stories in Literotica, I dove into the household chores that Karen normally does.

I gathered up all the dirty clothes and started washing, being careful to separate the whites from the colors. I dusted all the furniture and then vacuumed the carpet. I cleaned the bathrooms with scrubbing bubbles and then got down on my hands and knees and washed up the floors with hot soapy water. Shit! No wonder Karen was tired all the time... This sucked!

Every forty five minutes I kept feeding a new load into the washing machine and dryer, carefully hanging up clothes to make sure none of Karen's blouses or pants got wrinkled. Focusing on the kitchen, I wiped out the microwave and refrigerator, vowing to have a long talk with our sons about the messes they seemed to be making. They were pigs! Was I that dirty when I was younger? I called my mother while I was loading the dish washer for a second time and apologized. She asked me if I was drinking...

By five o'clock I inspected the house. The rooms actually looked clean. "Not too, bad!" I thought to myself. I lit a smokeless scented candle in the bathroom and then focused on cooking dinner. I diced potatoes and zucchini in preparation for one of Karen's favorite vegetable dishes, and then butchered a pineapple for desert. My knife skills with the tropical fruit were crude.

Half past five, Karen's car pulled up the driveway. Upon entering the house she was greeted with a glass of wine and an invitation.

"Sit down and relax, honey, I'm drawing you a bubble bath. While you're soaking I'll be cooking dinner."

"Don't be silly, I have to wash clothes."

"Done."

"What do you mean?"

"The clothes are washed, the house is cleaned, I'm cooking dinner and you are going to relax and enjoy the evening. I'm going in the bathroom to turn on the hot water right now."

"What in the world is going on here?"

"I think it must be those boxers you bought last night. They must have some magic in them."

As Karen soaked, I lightly fried the vegetables in olive oil along with mustard seed, turmeric and a touch of chili power. I streamed broccoli and a pouch of rice in the microwave. When I heard Karen getting out of the tub I raced to the laundry, pulled a hot towel from the dryer and wrapped her in it as she stepped from the water. She purred like a kitten.

"This is really good," she stated at the dinner table, "When did you learn to cook?"

"I watch you all the time."

"And here I thought you were just checking out my body."

"That too..." 

I listen intently as Karen told me about her day, asking specific questions to show that she had my undivided attention. The conversation had an increased intimacy as she seem to touch arm or hand with every sentence. I succeeded in making her average workday musings seem like the most interesting subject in the world, and she loved the attention!

After eating I loaded the dishes in the dish washer and wiped down the kitchen, while Karen had another glass of wine. She watched me with a bemused expression on her face.

"I could get used to this..."

"Maybe we can work something out."

"Honey, do you think we have time to run down to Kohl's? I'd really like to get those other two packs of boxers, they're such a good value, especially since you seem to like them. We'll still have plenty of time to play tonight before the boys come home from work. "

"Sure, whatever you want, go get ready..."

Karen emerged from the bathroom ten minutes later wearing a skin tight brown acrylic long sleeve sweater dress that came halfway up her thigh. Topping it off was her black thigh high leather boots, in which she folded over the top cuff so that it flared out just above her knees.

"Do I look OK?" she asked, fluttering her eyelashes as she pirouetted for me.

"You're going to get it tonight for sure, big time."

"Promises, promises," she smiled, squeezing my erection through my jeans.

"Let's go!" 

The thirty minute ride down to Kohl's was painfully uncomfortable for me as Karen and I held hands the whole way. Having a wooden stick down your pants hurts! Heat seemed to surge through Karen's body as she warmed the whole car. Ideas kept creeping into my mind as I replayed the advice of the girls at lunch. Be spontaneous. Keep her guessing. I had the perfect opportunity tonight and knew that I had to take advantage of it.

I pulled up to the front door of Kohl's and put on the emergency brakes and the hazard lights. Karen started to get out of the car and I stopped her by not letting go of her hand.

"Karen, sit down and listen to me," I spoke in a commanding voice. "I want you to take off your panties."

"What?"

"Take off your panties right now and put them on the dash."




The Magic Boxers



Karen looked at me and hesitated.

"Do it! Now!" I spoke firmly.

Nodding her head, she lifted the bottom of dress, reached underneath, pulled them off, and placed them at the windshield. People were moving in and out of the store and could easily see them displayed.

"Now I want you to take off your bra and put it beside your panties. Don't think, do it!"

She turned and I reached through the material on her back and unhooked her bra. It took a little maneuvering but eventually her bra emerged though the top of her dress. She placed it beside the panties and turned to look at me, seemingly waiting for her next instructions.

"Good girl! You look amazing! Now get out and stand by the curb while I park the car."

In the early October Pennsylvania twilight, the air cools rapidly as the sun goes down. Standing there waiting for me, Karen's nipples were already in another zip code. By the time I took her hand, she had that distant look in her eyes.

"Honey, it's Friday night and there are lots of shoppers. We might run into lots of people we know. I want you to think about that..."

We entered the store and the place was packed. Very slowly I led Karen through aisle after aisle, saying "Hello" to everyone who made eye contact with us. I wasn't interested in buying anything and Karen, a dazed and distant look on her face, allowed me to lead her around. It was in the woman's clothing section that we finally met someone we knew...

"Jerry? And Karen! Hello..." spoke a familiar voice. Connie, my co-worker and new woman coach, was at the discount rack with her teenage daughter browsing.

"Hello, Connie."

"Doing a little shopping this evening, I see..." as she looked us up and down, "Yes, well... Hmmm... Have a good night you two!" Then she quickly pulled her daughter away, stating that they should check out the intimates section.

"I wonder why she had to leave so fast. I thought the two of you always got along so well. Perhaps we should check out the men's section."

To say that Karen got a lot of looks would be totally wrong; guys just outright stared at her amazing shape. I would have bet my last dollar that every man in the store would be drinking a glass of milk the minute they got home.

The glazed look in Karen's eyes seemed to indicate she was oblivious to the effect she was having. I needed to make sure she was ready and focused for the fucking she was about to receive, so I whispered in her ear, "Honey, isn't that Reverend Swick over there by the ties? Should we go over and say 'Hello?'" Of course, our dear minster wasn't there, but it snapped her out of her dream world.

"Noooooo!"

"Sorry, I'm wrong. That's someone who just looks like him. Sorry."

Looking down at a table of kakis, I picked up a pair, and told Karen, "Come with me to the dressing room while I try these on. I need your opinion."

This Kohl's had recently been remodeled and the stalls were huge. The only one unoccupied was the handicapped one at the far end of the hallway. Shutting the door I could see that it was perfect. Oversized mirrors hung from three of the walls and handicapped railing circled the room. I hung the kakis on a hook before walking Karen up to the largest mirror.

Positioning myself directly behind her, I started rubbing her ass through the acrylic yard while whispering in her ear, "Honey, I want you to bend over, but still look at me in the mirror. Remember, we are in a public place; however, you need to be quiet this time. Understand?"

Karen nodded her head and bent over, grabbing the railing as I pulled her sweater dress over her hips. Looking down I could see her pussy lips were moist. Deeply bending my knees I slowly ran the head of my cock up and down her slit for several minutes, teasing her. Looking at her reflection in mirror, she silently mouthed "Put it in me!"

Sounds of people changing clothes in the adjacent stalls echoed around us as I continued my slow massage. The tip of my dick glistened with pre-cum and my wife was on the verge of dripping. I lined up my dick, grabbed her hips with both hands, and thrust balls deep on the first stroke. I held her tight for about fifteen seconds before wiggling my hips ever so slightly.

Karen eyes kept looking at me in the mirror, her mouth now wide open, but she was in another time, another place, another world. After about twenty seconds of quivering, she closed her eyes, bowed her head and in a barely audible voice growled, "Give it to me! NOW!"

...And give it to her I did, just as hard and fast as I possibly could without making slapping noises. When whimpering sounds started to escape her mouth, I heard a male voice from another dressing stall ask out loud, "Hey, are you alright over there?"

"Yeah, just got my zipper stuck on some skin, if you know what I mean..." I relayed.

"Oh, yeah...that's quite a unique sensation," he replied.

"You have no idea..." I smiled.

I slowed down my pace until I heard him leave the dress room and then continued my assault. I pounded my beautiful wife for another couple of minutes before exploding. And then I stepped back and stared in awe at the amazing sight...

There is something about a woman with a shapely ass, bent over, cum oozing out of her pussy, wearing thigh high black leather boots that really does it for me. As much as I love my wife, I also still lusted after her, too. Twenty two years of marriage had not dulled those feelings one bit and I felt like the luckiest man in the world.

She slowly straightened up, and as she turned around I kissed her deeply.

"God, I love you so much, Karen..." I whispered, almost overcome with emotion.

"I love you, too!" she cooed, "Do you want to clean me up, honey?"

"Maybe, later... But I want you to walk out of this store with a pussy full of cum. Will you do that for me?"

Karen nodded her head as she pulled down her sweater dress. Some of my cum was already running down her thigh, and several large drops had already landed on the top her boots. Seeing that juxtaposition, of my creamy cum on her black leather thigh boots gave me an instant hard-on again. It took all my willpower not to bend her over and fuck her a second time.

After pulling up my jeans, I led her out of the men's dressing room and towards the women's intimates section. At the discount rack we quickly picked out a bra and panty set in her size and moved toward the checkout cashier.

A young high school girl was behind the register and barely looked up at us as she worked her smart phone. Eyes still glued to the tiny screen, she asked in a dull monotone voice, "Would you like to use your Kohl's charge tonight?"

"No, thank you... We'll pay cash."

"Would you like to open a Kohl's charge? You can save fifteen percent on your first purchase."

"No, thank you. My wife forgot to wear her bra and panties out tonight and we just stopped by to pick up a set before she catches a chill."

The girl suddenly looked up from her phone at me, then over to Karen, and then back to me. "That will be seventeen ninety nine..." she said as she slid the barcode across the scanner. Her face turned bright red in about three seconds.

"Sure," I stated, as I pulled a Jackson from my wallet. "Say, can I ask you a question, Miss? Do you think this pink lacey material will go together with her black leather boots? I don't have much of a sense of fashion, and I was wondering what you think?"

"I think it, they, will look nice..." she stammered as her eyes suddenly focused on Karen's puffy nipples, outrageously swollen after her orgasm and fuck. Her eyes then shifted back to me, as she looked down to my crotch, my dick still hard as it was being massaged by the silky blue smiley faced boxers.

"Great! Thanks for your opinion..."

"Thank you for shopping at Kohl's... and please come again," she shyly smiled, as the light bulb suddenly turned on in her young mind.

"I think I will... Probably in another hour or so!" I winked.

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Outside the store, I held Karen's hand as we walked to the Fusion. There was no way I was leaving her standing on the sidewalk in a just fucked condition!

Once in the car I looked into her eyes and spoke in a strong voice, "Honey, I want you to sit back and close your eyes on the drive home. I want you to look deep inside yourself and tell me what you want me to do to you when we get home. Go to the bottom of your sexual well and take a long sweet drink. Tonight I will do whatever you desire..."

I drove home slowly. Karen leaned back in her seat and reached down and fingered her sloppy pussy as I thought to myself that I was grateful we had placed towels over the leather seats. I was curious but anxious to hear Karen's ideas. I had taken the lead in our sexual games but felt it was time for my wife to give me some general directions. We were partners in this adventure, and I needed to make sure that I didn't take us to places that were out of bounds in her mind.

The garage door closed and I looked at the clock on the dashboard. 8:30pm. We had two more hours until the boys got home from their evening jobs. I opened the car door for Karen and held her hand as she got out. I looked at my beautiful wife in those black leather thigh high boots and I wanted to take her again. Right now! I bent her over the hood of the Fusion, lifting her sweater dress and exposing her wet cum filled pussy.

"Tell me what you want, Honey!" I commanded, "Tell me what you desire!"

She mumbled something I could barely hear.

I brought my palm across her ass cheeks, causing her to yelp and jump, "Louder... I can't hear you!"

She stated again barely above a whisper, "Please lick my..."

I caressed her butt cheeks then paddled her again, "Louder! I didn't hear you clearly. Say it like you mean it!"

The sound exploded from her diaphragm through her lips as in echoed through the garage, "I want you to lick my ass. Damn it, I want you to lick my ass."

"What!"

"Oh God, it felt so good when you did it in Mexico... I want you to lick my ass! Please?"

Green aliens barbecuing and drinking beer in the backyard would have been less of a surprise than my beautiful wife's request. Oh well... I had asked, so I couldn't back out now. I silently thanked God that she was only two hours out of her bubble bath and the steamed broccoli we ate at dinner had yet to take effect.

I reached down with both hands and spread her cheeks figuring that if I was going to do this, I was going to make it memorable. My tongue dove in and circled her opening with slow methodic licks. Karen moaned in a voice that I did not recognize. When I steeled the tip of my tongue and entered her asshole, she started panting like a dog!

It was impossible to understand time from my position, but for the next minutes I licked and tongue fucked her ass for all I was worth. I had no idea what I was doing but the sounds coming out of Karen's mouth told me I must be doing something right.

Trying to think on the fly, I got another idea. With my tongue still lodged in her ass, I reached down with my one hand and inserted my thumb into the front of her pussy, stroking her G-spot with the pad while simultaneously rubbing her clit with my index finger. It took me a few minutes for my tongue and hand to coordinate themselves, but once I figured it out, Karen was literarily screaming, "Oh my fucking God!" as her whole body shook. I wrapped my other arm under her waist and held her tight as I continued the three pronged attack on her clit, G-spot, and asshole.

I wouldn't stop. I couldn't stop. The sounds coming from her mouth were like some kind of sexual addiction. To hear this woman I loved getting off in a way I had never done before set my mind ablaze. My hand felt like it was going to fall off and my jaw ached but I kept going... I was possessed.

"Oh my fucking God!" she kept screaming again and again. I had never heard her so outwardly curse like this before in all our years together.

After she stopped swearing, yelling and shaking, she reached back and grabbed my hair trying to pull me away, "I need you to fuck me now as hard as you can!" she demanded.

I disengaged from her rear and tried to position her on the hood of the Fusion to give her the pounding that she desperately wanted.

"Fuck me as hard as you can!" she kept demanding as I kept adjusting her body on the sloped hood. The leverage I needed was hard to get...

"Come on, is that all you got?" she asked, "I said give it to me!"

I was stroking in and out of her, but it wasn't smooth or powerful strokes. Sprawled out across the hood, she just wasn't in the position I needed her to be... I was trying my best but I was getting frustrated. And then she decided to up the ante, to press the button that could change everything in our lives. My beautiful wife Karen went to a place that she never should have gone...

"I said fuck me harder. Damn it... If you can't get the job done, maybe I'll have to find someone who can!"

It took only a fraction of a second for her comment to register, and somewhere deep inside my mind, I simply lost it. I reached down and grabbed Karen's shoulders and jerked her towards me, causing her to fall back into my body. Then, wrapping my arms around her waist, I picked her up and practically body slammed her into the front edge of the car hood. The sickening sound of sheet metal crumpling echoed through the garage.

Finally having her in a position close enough to gain some leverage, I roughly entered her sloppy pussy. She was underneath me as I started jack hammering away. I crashed my full body weight into her with each stroke, the air practically squeezed out of her lungs.

Grabbing a hand full of hair and pulling her ears back close enough that she could feel the spittle, I rasped, "You fucking slut! I'll show you who can fuck you the hardest!" As I pounded away, I couldn't even see clearly and my mind clouded with bad thoughts.

Underneath me, she just moaned, and quite frankly in those few fleeting seconds, I didn't know it she was hurt or not. Looking back, I didn't even care. In my simple mind, it is very scary how quickly love can turn to hate. In that jealous haze, I figured that this was the last time I would ever be fucking my wife. I was going to crush her to death on the hood of the Fusion and then fall over from a massive heart attack. We would die together before she could find that other lover...

"Oh yes! Oh God, yes! Oh Goooooddddddddd...." She suddenly moaned.

Karen was still alive! Her body seemed to be convulsing so I knew her back wasn't broken. Even with my weight pressed into her, she was flopping around like a fish out of water, her convulsions that strong. 

"Oh Gooooooooooddd yeeeeeessssssssssssssssss!"

Something happened to me that cannot be explained. Maybe it was the passion in her voice, maybe the feel of her pussy, maybe the relief that she was still alive and attached to me. Perhaps she willed me to an orgasm. The buildup was so fast and sudden that I emptied my balls before I even realized what was happening. I collapsed on top of her, spent.

"Baby, get up..."

I lifted my chest off her back, stumbling backward. Karen's body, plastered to the front edge of the Fusion, quickly rose up, spun around, and grabbed my shirt to keep me from falling as I tried to steady myself. For someone I had just crushed to death, she moved with cat-like grace and agility. Standing in front of me, she then leaned back and used the front bumper as a quasi step to leap into my chest.

As I opened my mouth to speak, her tongue was halfway down my throat before a word came out. Her kisses were as passionate as I could ever recall in our twenty two years together. When she finished with my mouth, she whispered in my ear, "That was incredible! Come to bed with me, you beautiful man..." And then she disappeared inside the house.

I walked into the bedroom after showering and brushing my teeth twice and gargling three times. Throwing the blue smiley faced boxers in the dirty clothes hamper; I wondered to myself if there really wasn't some magic associated with them. The whole day, from the moment I put them on, had been pretty arousing.

Karen looked up at me with apprehension when she noticed I wasn't smiling, "Honey, I love you so much! Are you OK? Let me explain something..."

"Go ahead..." I stated, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"You love me so good, I mean, you know my body so well. Most of the time I like a good pounding, hard and fast, and you are great at that..."

I just stared at her as she tried to find the correct words.

"Occasionally, I like it soft and gentle and romantic and you can do that, too! But there are times, like tonight, when I feel like I want you to break every bone in my pelvis. You got me so worked up; I just needed it in the hardest possible way. I can't explain it; I just know that's what I needed to get me over the top."

"That's a dangerous game, Karen. Is an orgasm worth me actually hurting you? Is an orgasm worth me falling over dead? You know our fidelity means everything me..."

"It's everything to me, too. I'll NEVER be with another man; you never have to worry about that! I just teased you a bit to get that little extra I needed tonight. Please forgive me, baby!"

"I don't like it, Karen. Some things are out of bounds for me, and that's one thing I'm not comfortable messing with..."

"OK, I'm sorry. But you do it too..."

"What do you mean?"

"The Reverend Swick comment in Kohl's... Remember?"

"Oh yeah... I guess I did the same thing, huh?"

"Yes, you know my faith and the church is not something I take lightly..."

"Yes... OK, fair enough... Each of us is guilty pushing the wrong button tonight. Let's be more careful and respectful in the future."

"OK, but we still can tease each other a bit sometimes, right? I mean you got me so sexed up these last months, sometimes my mind doesn't even think clearly. You put me in a fog with these adventures and I love them, but they are very intense."

"No sex is ever worth risking the feelings I have for you, Karen. Just remember that..."

"OK, baby... Now lie down here and hold me."

Spooned on our marital bed, I buried my head in my wife's hair, smelling her essence, breathing in the aroma of our sexual adventure. It was dried sweat, sweet and spicy and intoxicating, and it was all ours. As Karen quickly fell asleep, I laid there thinking about my wife's increasing openness, her willingness to try new things. It both scared and excited me. "As long as it is only us, together..." I vowed to myself, before synchronizing my breathing with hers as I drifted off, two bodies, two hearts, two minds joined as one.

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"I need to call the State Farm agent this morning," I told Karen the next morning at our predawn breakfast, "The hood looks pretty bad..."

"What are you going to say?"

"I'll have to tell him I hit a deer or something..."

"No, honey, say you slammed into a D E A R, that way you're not lying." Karen laughed.

"Funny... Are you going to come visit me in jail?"

"Only if Bubba decides he wants to share."

"You're in an awfully good mood for having to work on a Saturday again, aren't you?" I inquired.

"Well, when you get one of the best poundings of your life the night before... I mean, I didn't think anything could top Mexico. My insides are still jumping."

"Seriously, Karen... Are you OK?"

"A little sore... I think I'll try to get to the chiropractor this morning for an adjustment. The more important question is... are we OK?"

"Sure... I just don't want screw up a good thing."

"Baby, I love you so much! Don't worry! Just keep on giving me these adventures... Please?"

"I'll try... Say, I have to go into work this morning to finish up some paperwork that I left on my desk when I left early yesterday, so I'll be home around noon... What time are you coming home?"




The Magic Boxers



"About 5pm... Why?"

"I'm going to cook dinner and maybe give you a massage tonight."

"Oh, baby, that sounds so good... Tonight needs to be one of those gentle nights."

Karen's eyes were soft and moist, almost like she was going to cry. If it was possible to convey love with just a look, Karen succeeded in making me feel we had something ultra special going that was getting better with each passing day. We kissed goodbye and headed off towards our work day.

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Sitting at my desk shuffling papers I felt a feminine presence hovering over me. The faint smell of perfume was a dead giveaway...

Connie stood in front of my desk, arms crossed, lightly tapping her pump with a huge smile on her face. I looked up at her...

"So did you love birds have fun last night?"

"Sorry, I never kiss and tell..." I winked at her with a sly grin on my face.

She studied me for about fifteen seconds, as if trying to figure it all out, before finally asking, "Karen didn't have any panties on either, did she?"

I arched my eyebrow slightly. More studying...

"I bet you guys did it in the parking lot, didn't you?"

Tilting my head just a notch, I made a slight face...

"No, a back seat would be uncomfortable for a big guy like you, wouldn't it?" Connie continued.

"Very." I said softly.

She kept looking at me... Suddenly her eyes got all big,

"OH MY GOD! You guys did it in a dressing room! That's it!"

I arched my eyebrows yet again.

"Super star! And all these years I thought you were just a nice BORING guy," she marveled.

She beamed down at me, an expression on her face that I couldn't figure out... There was a silence that hung between us as I tried to think of something to say. I decided to speak from the heart,

"You know, Connie, sometimes those 'nice boring' guys can surprise you. I've often discovered that the best surprises in life are the ones that you least expect. Perhaps instead of looking for Prince Charming, you might consider looking outside the castle walls. I know quite a few nice average guys who would love to be you and your daughter's hero."

"Too bad you're not applying for the job."

"Sorry, girl... I'm in love, as you well know... "

"Just joking... But tell me; are you going to give this nice average guy some lessons?"

"You're my teacher, remember?"

"I wonder about that...perhaps the pupil knows a little more than he's letting on?"

"Hardly..."

"I wish..."

The playing done, I proceeded to ask Connie about any recommendations she might come up with regarding a house cleaning service. She agreed to inquire amongst her friends.

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After my paperwork was finished, I stopped at Bed, Bath and Beyond as a nice saleslady educated me about scented massaging oils. Coconut mango was my choice for the evening. I returned home, did some yard work, and by 3pm was back to washing clothes and planning dinner. Now I had a greater appreciation for what my wife goes through every day. We would be getting some help around the house.

At 5pm, the hot water was drawn, the pasta was cooking but Karen was nowhere to be found. I called her cell but it went straight to voicemail. By 5:30 I was getting worried. At six o'clock I drained the tub and blew out the candle in the bathroom. My mind started to swirl. Did she have to work late? Did she have an accident? Why didn't she call? Did she find a man to fuck her harder than me? Damn! Why does my mind always go there? I trust her with my life, but my mind always wanders there. Must be those damn Literoitca stories... 

At twenty after six the garage door opened, and Karen flew into the kitchen with a huge smile on her face, throwing a Kohl's shopping bag on the counter. She looked at the cold pasta sitting on the stove before reaching up and passionately kissing me.

"Sorry I'm late honey, but I realized on the way home that we forgot to look for those discount boxers last night while shopping. My mind was on other things..." she laughed.

"Why didn't you call?"

"My cell phone battery won't stay charged... It's dead."

"Oh... So did you get them?"

"Well... The ninety percent off packs were gone. But I did buy some at regular price..."

"What? We never buy clothes at full price." I questioned, dumping the bag's contents onto the counter. Five pairs of smiley faced boxers in blue, red, green, yellow and orange stared up at me. I picked up the receipt.

"Jesus, Karen, one hundred and twenty dollars for underwear? Have you lost your freaking mind?"

"Honey, considering the orgasms you gave me last night, it's the clothing bargain of the century! Oh God, Jerry, I'm so horny right now... Take me to bed, stud!"

"What about dinner?"

"Forget the damn pasta, tonight; your meal is going to be served on the bed!"



The Magic Coin



Jonathan and Melinda where were on their fourth day of a three week vacation as they strolled along a sandy beach on a small Caribbean island. The ocean was calm and only small ripples ran along the shore with the movement of the tide as the sun was slowly sinking into the ocean. As they rounded a rocky outcrop Melinda noticed a small battered wooden box partially buried in the sand. Reaching down she picked it up and opened it. Inside was a large coin made of an unknown material. Although encrusted with corrosion and dirt they were able to make out some sort of an inscription and symbols. It looked more like novelty from a tourist shop and she doubted it was anything of value. Treasure is treasure she thought so Melinda and Jonathan decided to bring it back to their cottage. 

The next morning Jonathan was scrubbing the coin clean with some toothpaste and an old tooth brush. The dark metal material started to clean up nicely and soon he was able to display it. One side of the coin showed some unknown script writing surrounded with a fancy decorative engraving, the other showed two nude lovers entwined with each other backed by the design of a large sea shell. 

The little wooden box however needed a more than a little work. Something he could repair when they got home. Melinda and Jonathan were examining their new found treasure when she noticed a small slot in the bottom of the box. After cleaning out the sand they were able to pull it open. Inside was a rolled up tattered looking note. Carefully they unrolled it and laid it out on the table. The writing seemed to have been hand written by someone in the old English script. 

"This looks interesting, do you think its real or something someone dreamed up to draw tourists", said Melinda being ever so dubious. 

Jonathan had been an open mined adventurer all his life. "Well let's try and read it. Even if it isn't, who cares its still a nice conversation piece and souvenir of our vacation sweetie", he said. It was just like him to just accept something for what it was. 

Slowly they deciphered the writing: 

"To those who may find this coin beware: I know not from whence it came, nor its true significance or purpose. I do know only it has mystical powers beyond my comprehension which changed my life forever. If you decide to keep this coin use its powers wisely, for it will only allow you to use it twice.  Its powers will fulfill an inner most wish you make. To release its power hold the coin to the sun or moon and say the words: Porous, Delium, Decatum"

Melinda looked at Jonathan and giggled, "makes for a wonderful island legend doesn't it. What do you think?"

Jonathan looked over the note and laughed, "tell you what sweetie, you hold the coin into the sun, say the words and see what happens". Then he replaced the note and the coin in the box before placing it on a shelf. Melinda looked at him dubiously a moment and replied, "I might just do that, maybe a little later". With that she grabbed a towel and walked out of their cottage to sit on the beach and read a book. 

It wasn't till later that evening the coin drew her attention again. Jonathan watched from his patio chair as Melinda walked over to the shelf and took it from the little box and examined it again. "Ok Jonathan humour me, just for fun let's try this thing, I'll hold the coin and say the words, who knows maybe I'll turn into a mermaid", Melinda giggled and winked at him. Jonathan laughed and followed her to the edge of their private little beach and stood beside her. Melinda had never been one to shy away from a little fun so she held the coin up to the moon which was just rising and said: Porous, Delium, Decatum. 

At first nothing happened, but as she was about to lower the coin it started to give off an eerie blue glow. Suddenly frightened Melinda dropped the coin in the sand where they both watching as the blue glow surrounded them. It wasn't hurting them it just surrounded them for a few moments and slowly disappeared. "That's it", Melinda laughed, disappointed, "what a cheap trick".  

"OK, is your curiosity satisfied now sweetie", said Jonathan as he picked up the coin and blew off some sand and placed it in his pocket. 

"I guess" she replied and gave him a kiss. They sat on the beach and watched the evening stars open before them. Cuddling into him she whispered, "you know sometimes I wish we could change places so we could understand each other better". 

Jonathan smiled and kissed her softly, "after all this time together that would be interesting wouldn't it". A few moments later he felt a soft electrical pulse pass through his body. "Wow, that was strange", he thought and lay back in the sand beside her looking at the stars. 

Just then he felt his body do some strange things. The hair on his chest slowly disappeared, along with his muscular arms and chest. "What the hell", he said watching his body totally mesmerized. Melinda looked down and jumped aside and then let out a long, "oh my god" as she watched wide eyed in amazement with her hands over her mouth.  

Jonathan's face and body suddenly developed very feminine attributes. Jonathan watched as he slowly grew a set of very firm round 36C boobs on his chest, his penis slowly disappear, replaced by a soft furry pussy between his legs. His legs were slim, waist in proportion to the rest of his body, and his hair suddenly became dark and grew to shoulder length. In short he had just been transformed into a woman. As he looked down at himself he let out a, "holy shit", which came out in a soft feminine voice.  There he sat in his boxer swim shorts which were suddenly loose on his new body. 

He was about to say something else when he suddenly saw Melinda twitch as she knelt beside him still amazed at what he had witnessed. "What the hell", she said and started to feel strange inside as well. She watched as her 36B breasts slowly disappeared and she developed a muscular chest. Her beautiful soft face suddenly developed a six o clock shadow and became masculine, hair shortened and grew lighter. She felt something between her legs and suddenly watched a bulge slowly form in her now very snug shorts. His shirt, which she had been wearing loosely, was now a bit more filled out. Pulling up the waist band she saw a penis and scrotum where her pussy used to be. "Oh my god what have I done", she suddenly said in a masculine voice, slight panic in her voice. 

They both stared at each other and tried to fathom what had just happened. Melinda had turned into a fairly good looking man with short light brown hair, fit figure, and blue eyes. Jonathan had turned into a shapely, attractive, raven haired woman with green eyes. Although they had just gone through a major metamorphosis neither felt any pain or uncontrolled panic, just a sudden realization they were changed. 

"I think the coin work worked sweetie", Jonathan said still coming to grips with his new form. There was no point in panicking as there was nothing he could do about his situation so he just sat there examining his hands, legs and body.

"You think Jonathan, what do we do now", she replied with a slight sense of panic in her voice, "how did this happen, why like this". 

Realizing there was nothing they could do for the moment he pulled the coin from his shorts. Jonathan looked at the coin and thought for a minute. "You said, sometimes I wish we could change places so we could understand each other better, I think that just happened'', he said in a calmer voice, '" according to the note you can use the coin one more time to change us back again, or we stay like this".

Having calmed down Melinda took a moment to collect her self, " I did say that didn't I". After a pause and thinking about their current situation she continued with a slight smirk on her face, "well dear we're this way now, I'm game if you are.... even if it is weird".

After a bit more discussion they decided to stay in their current form, if nothing else just for the adventure. They looked at each other and laughed. In a way it was humorous, them being transformed into two different people of the opposite sex, yet their love and attraction for each other was still strong as ever. 

Melinda sat looking at Jonathan and suddenly felt something strange. "Here we go again, I'm getting a strange feeling" she said looking at Jonathan. The penis between her legs had suddenly become swollen and hard.

Jonathan suddenly laughed as he saw the bulge developing in her shorts straining to get out, "that's called a hard on sweetie". 

Melinda rubbed herself a moment and felt the hardness. "Wow, that feels.... strange, but a nice strange, how did that happen", she said looking at his bare breasts. 

Staring at her hard on Jonathan felt his nipples go hard and himself getting a slight wetness between his legs. "I think it's probably because you are seeing me sitting here topless. I'm feeling wet between my legs because I'm looking at your hard on", he replied trying to get an understanding of the new sensations running through him.   

Slowly they got up and stood in their new forms. Melinda at least four inches taller and was certainly heavier. Jonathan's breasts bobbed a little but remained firm as he stood up. Then slowly holding hands they checked each other out. "For some reason I still feel attracted you as ever", said Melinda looking at Jonathan's new body, "how about you?"

"Same here, even though you've changed into a masculine body I don't feel any different about you. It's like I'm supposed to be attracted to you", he replied. 

"Let's go inside and check ourselves out in the mirror", said Melinda as she took his hand and walked inside their cottage together. Standing in front of the mirror they examined themselves closely. They both looked to be in their early thirties. "Well at least I didn't change into something homely or unattractive", he said holding his breasts and squeezing them gently, "and you don't look bad for a man either".  Melinda was still checking out his new body. "I'm jealous, I never had a figure like that", complained Melinda trying to act disappointment. 

"I always thought you had a good figure", he said trying to consol her.  

"So now what do we do", she said looking at her face closely. 

"I think we are both about to get a lesson we won't soon forget sweetie", he then excused himself to go to the bathroom. Melinda saw where he was going and half giggled, "you'd better get used to sitting down now".  He looked at her a moment, "good point", he replied with a smirk. 

Out of habit Melinda was about to pull out a night shirt. When she opened the drawer all her clothes had been replaced with new ones. When Jonathan returned they looked at their new clothes and realized everything, including their passports and documents had changed to match their new forms. They realized they would never understand it so decided to accept their current situation and try to enjoy it as Melinda had intended in her wish. 

The evenings started to drain them and they decided to go to bed. Melinda changed into some sleeping boxers from her new wardrobe while Jonathan slipped into some loose boxers. Jonathan did as he always did, crawl in beside Melinda. For a few moments they just stared at each other then slowly cuddled and kissed. There was nothing new or strange about that. "Well at least that hasn't changed" said Melinda, "you're still a good kisser, good night sweetie".  Jonathan wished her a good night, cuddled into her and dozed of within minutes  

The morning Melinda woke up to a strange feeling. For a second she thought she was about to change again, but this was different. Slowly she reached down and felt her penis swollen and hard again. It had enlarged itself substantially since she looked at it last. "Damn" she said, "what do I do about this?" As she rubbed herself she suddenly felt herself getting very aroused. "Oh this actually feels good", she whispered to herself. 

Jonathan was starting to wake up. "Morning sweetie, how'd you sleep", he said yawning as he stretched. Looking down he saw his nipples were hard and felt a bit of moisture between his legs.

"Pretty good considering" said Melinda looking over at him with a strange look on her face. 

"What's the matter", he said rolling towards her as he always did in the morning. 

"This", she said wiping back the bed cover and pointing to her morning hard on. Jonathan couldn't help but laugh as he explained it was normal to wake up that way sometimes. Still rubbing it she asked what she could do about it. 

Jonathan couldn't help but grin, "well rubbing it will only make it worse. You can ignore it in which case it will dissipate when you go to the bathroom, think of something else, you can masturbate, or you can....well you know". 

"Know what", she said then caught herself, "you mean make love to you.... oh that's just too weird" 

"Well you wished we could change places", said Jonathan, "but I agree it is a bit weird. You know I never kissed a man before, never had a desire to....till now"

"You too huh, I thought it was strange but I suddenly feel compelled to want to kiss and make love to you", she said softly looking at him.

Slowly Jonathan leaned over and kissed Melinda on the lips. Good so far. Then they went to petting each other. No problem there. Jonathan stopped and suggested they go slow and easy until they were more used to their new bodies. 

Jonathan suggested if they wanted to get a true idea of how the other had felt in their own bodies they should play in their new ones. Melinda agreed but seemed lost. Jonathan then explained a few things to her about the male body. Reluctant at first, Melinda grabbed her penis and slowly stroked it like she used to do to him. The response was immediate as she struck several pleasure points. Her heart started to beat harder as her penis swelled up hard and her strokes came faster. She felt like she couldn't stop. Melinda moaned, "ohhhhhh Jonathan what happens now, I.... ohhhhhhhh......." She went rigid and suddenly she felt a hot sticky fluid release into her hand. "Ohhhh myyyyyy, that felt good. Did I just cum", she moan still recovering from the experience. 

Jonathan just smiled. For a moment he remembered when he masturbated for the first time as a pubescent teen. Then he replied as he handed her a towel, "yes dear you just came"  

Melinda cleaned herself up and looked at her only slightly limp penis in her hand, her body still reacting to the experience. Then she looked at Jonathan, "Ok your turned" and explained how he should proceed. 

Jonathan slipped his finger into his pussy and slowly explored all the little pleasure points. He became wetter and could feel himself getting very aroused as he played. It wasn't long before his heart was pounding inside his chest he convulsed releasing a hot liquid. Melinda giggled at his reaction but suddenly realized she was hard again. Looking at her hard on Melinda asked shyly, "what do I do about this"

Jonathan spread his legs and encouraged her to climb on top of him on all fours. Melinda was sucking on his nipples and felt him grab her penis and slowly place it into the slit of his hot wet pussy. "Slowly, go in slow", he said as he felt himself being penetrated and filled. Melinda told him to raise his legs and started to move inside him. Jonathan groaned as he felt the warm liquid inside him. Melinda was breathing heavily as she felt his hot liquid surround her as she came inside him. They both moaned deeply as they experiencing the new sensations of making love like two teenagers for the first time. When they finished they lay on the bed holding hands grinning. The experienced had left them feeling strangely exhilarated. 

They both got out of bed and stepped into the shower. Slowly they soaped each other down. Melinda felt her penis go hard and erect again as she rubbed against Jonathan's new soapy body. She could feel it throbbing. She slowly put her hands on his ass and pulled him in against her and kissed him hard. "Looking at your naked body is making me very horny", she said softly. Jonathan giggled and explained his new body was reacting the same way as his nipples felt hard and his pussy hot and "tingly". They dried off and sat on the bed in looking at each other.  

Melinda and Jonathan decided it was time for them to explore the world in their new bodies. Melinda got dressed in some swim boxers and a light short sleeve shirt, and after some careful coaching learned how to shave. In return she helped Jonathan find some appropriate clothing to wear. When she saw his new wardrobe she was almost jealous. It all seemed to match the personal persona of his new body. Although Jonathan was now wearing a bra, panties, shorts and a sleeveless top, it felt normal. 

They walked along the beach found a little beach front café where they enjoyed their breakfast like any young couple on vacation. Mind you they both still had to make some adjustments. Melinda did have to remind him to that he would have to stop sitting like a man and keep his legs appropriately together. He had to remind her to use the men's room, much to her disgust. 



For the few days they learned how to dress and adjust their own behaviour to their new situation. Jonathan had to stop opening doors or be tempted to enter the men's rooms. He learned he would have to remove some unwanted body hair before slipping into a swimsuit. Melinda almost felt sorry for him as Jonathan winced as he slowly removed his unwanted hair. Melinda showed him how to properly apply make up, do his hair, and master the art of walking in heals. He was starting to appreciate how much effort Melinda had put into looking good for herself and him.  

Melinda had to stop admiring passing men, and woman's clothes in stores. She had learned to control herself when ever Jonathan was in a swimsuit, or naked in the shower and appreciated how a man can be aroused by a pretty woman. Jonathan taught her to shave, with only a minor nick, and showed her how to apply some after shave. Melinda did not appreciate the sudden burning sensation on her face.

Jonathan and Melinda enjoyed the island in their new bodies, gaining a mutual respect for them. Neither of them noticed how they were losing their original male/female traits. Their new bodies seemed to take them over as time went by. Jonathan found himself wanting to cuddle into Melinda's chest at night like she had done while Melinda became more protective. 

One day Jonathan found a metallic blue one piece swimsuit in his drawer that clung to every curve on his figure. The cleavage was cut low and the leg openings high. The form of his pussy and hard nipples showed slightly in the tight material. He put on a long white shirt leaving the buttons open. They strolled down the beach holding hands till they reached a distant beach bar. Jonathan sat at a table and waited for Melinda to return with their drinks. 

Jonathan sat their alone when a young man approached her. "Hi there I'm Dennis, you seem to be new here because if I had seen you before I would have remembered you", he said trying to be smooth. Unfortunately his eyes were focused on Jonathan's cleavage when he spoke. 

Jonathan looked at him in disbelief at his nerve. Then smiling trying to look sweet he replied, ""Hello Dennis. You are very charming aren't you, but unfortunately I'm already here with someone. Oh and just one more thing sweetie", Jonathan said enjoying this, "if you're going to hit on a woman look in her eye and don't size up her tits, it's a dead give away to your true intentions".

The young man suddenly became read in the face as he tried to adjust to having been brushed off with such finesse. He started to say something when Melinda arrived with their drinks. Noticing the young man she suddenly felt a jealous twinge. "Any problems sweetie" , he said placing the drinks on the table and sitting down. 




The Magic Coin



Jonathan winked at the young man. "Dennis was just recommending we take in some diving while we're here and suggested a shop down the road". The young man took the hint and appreciated being let off the hook so elegantly he gently shook her hand and excused himself as he walked away. 

Melinda stared at Jonathan in disbelief, She knew him well enough to know when he was bull shitting. 

Jonathan looked at her and smiled, "you know, I was just hit on at least twice in the short time you were gone, men are such pigs sometimes. Both were staring at my tits as they asked me to dance".

Melinda laughed, "really I wouldn't know" Seeing the irony of it. "Well you do have nice tits". 

"Melinda you are as bad as they are", said Jonathan. Not realizing how he feminine he sounded as he said it. 

Together they enjoyed their drinks and danced into the early evening. Melinda stared at Jonathan's swimsuit under the shirt. Seeing the nipples formed in the tight material she started getting horny. Slowly she leaned over and whispered in Jonathan's ear, "let's to go back to the cottage, go for a swim and make love".

Jonathan giggled and noticed Melinda's eyes looking at his tits. Taking advantage of the situation he casually reached up and grazed his left breast and pulled on a hard nipple. He was starting to feel wet in the pussy now. "Oh what shall we do with you sweetie", he said grinning at Melinda.

As they walked back along the beach holding hands Melinda whispered to Jonathan, "the way you fill out that swimsuit is making me very horny, I feel like my balls are on fire, did I ever do that to you?"

Jonathan giggled. "Yes matter of fact you have. You have a nice male ass by the way. I saw the way some of the women were watching as you walked by them. Your hard on is starting to show by the way".

Melinda looked down frustrated, "I hate this thing sometimes, how embarrassing".

When they reached the cottage they dove into the warm waters and swam a bit before sitting in the sand at the edge of the water. Melinda eyed the hard nipples and shape of Jonathan's pussy as the wet material clung to his skin. I never realized how sexy a tight wet swimsuit could be till now", she said softly looking him over. 

Jonathan felt himself blush and had to admit he felt sexy in the swimsuit. He looked down at her hard on in her wet trunks and felt himself go wet. Then slowly he took her hand and pulled her close kissing her hard and reaching down to rub her cock. "Mmmm that would feel good inside me right now sweetie", he purred in her ear. 

Melinda slipped her finger along the material outside the slit of his pussy and rubbed gently. Jonathan moaned deeply feeling Melinda's touch. When they felt they couldn't control themselves any longer they went inside the cottage letting the new sensations of their bodies envelope them totally as they made love to each other. 

Friday night they decide to attend a dinner and dance at a local beach front hotel. Melinda was dressed tan slacks, socks, and a white opened collar short sleeve shirt and loafers. Jonathan picked out a nice dark blue halter dress, stockings, black lace bra and panties, and shoes with two inch heals from his new wardrobe. Then carefully he applied his make up under Melinda's supervision, and accessorizing to complete the outfit. Jonathan ran his hands down the front of his body and looked at his deep cleavage, and bodacious breasts without so much of a second thought. He even managed walking confidently in high heals. 

They sat and enjoyed a wonderful dinner and wine that evening. Melinda noticed a few men turn their attention to Jonathan as he walked by the bar and wondered if he noticed. Woman had also been looking at her, making her feel self conscience. They took to the dance floor and danced through several routines. During a slow dance Jonathan rested his head on her chest. He didn't know why, just that it felt normal. After a few more drinks they returned to their little beachfront cottage hide away. 

When they entered the cottage Jonathan's new persona seemed to take over deciding to give Melinda a full dose of teasing. When he leaned over to kiss her he brushed his hand against her cock and rubbed it gently. The response was immediate. Melinda groaned as her penis grew harder and Jonathan felt a wetness form between his legs. Jonathan put on some soft music told her to sit in a chair and watch. Melinda obeyed wondering what to expect next.  Slowly Jonathan swayed his hips to the music and started to do a strip tease. Slowly undoing the top of his dress and holding it place across his breasts. Melinda felt her mouth water and extreme throbbing in her penis. Reaching down it felt incredibly hard. Dropping the dress Jonathan slowly removed his bra and panties. He watched Melinda squirm terribly and grinned. "Oh you meanie", she moaned as she squirmed in her chair.  

With out any apprehension Jonathan got on his knees between her legs and began to rub his swollen cock. More deep groans as Melinda reached to put her hands on his shoulders and look into those green eyes. Melinda was so horny she could barely control herself. 

Melinda felt her zipper being lowered and her hard cock being removed from her pants. She watched as Jonathan slowly ran his tongue around its head and licking it like an ice cream cone. "Oh myyyyy....that feels.........wonderful", she moan loudly squirming even more. Jonathan then took her hardness into his mouth and devoured her.  It was almost too much. But before she felt she was going to cum, Jonathan stopped and grinned at her, "had enough sweetie". 

Melinda thought she was going to explode, and burst out with, "oh you wicked bitch". Then laughed, she now understood why he had always tried to convince her to be more adventurous during foreplay. Melinda stood up and gave Jonathan a long loving kiss. "Thank-you for that sweetie, I think I understand", she said softly with a tear in her eye. 

Melinda slowly stripped off her clothes and climbed onto the bed where Jonathan laid waiting. Jonathan watched as Melinda nibbled and kissed her way down his body starting with the breasts. Then slowly she slipped her tongue into his pussy causing him to convulse several times.  Rolling Melinda on her back he straddled her midsection and lowered himself onto her hard cock. His pussy slowly opened feeling the pressure of the cock slipping inside him. The head was throbbing as he moved up and down. Melinda pulled him forward and teased his swollen hard nipples. It was not long before their juices flowed together after erupting in the most wonderful orgasim they had experienced in a long time. 

After pleasing each other they decided to go for a swim. Holding hands they strolled naked into the warm waters letting them selves be refreshed. They got out and after drying each other off sat in the sand under the stars watched as the dawn began to break. Jonathan was leaning against Melinda's chest and felt her hands gently cup his breasts. For some time they sat in silence. 

Melinda looked at Jonathan, "This has been a fun sweetie but I think I'd like to change back to a woman again". Jonathan lay there a moment looking at himself and laughed, "yes I guess its time to return to normal again, before I decide I like too much" 


Melinda went and got the coin, then looking at each other one more time she said: Porous, Delium, Decatum. Holding hands they watch as the eerie glow surrounded them. Then Melinda said simply, "We'd like to be ourselves again". Slowly their bodies return to their former selves.

Looking at each other Melinda and Jonathan cuddled into each others arms satisfied with their adventure. As Melinda leaned back against Jonathan's chest he asked softly, "Melinda, how long have we been married sweetie". 

"Thirty wonderful years dear", said Melinda softly wrapping his arms around her chest. 

"I was just thinking", he whispered to her, "would you do it all over again if you could, our marriage and life, I mean". 

Melinda looked at him a moment then replied, "of course sweetie, you've been a wonderful husband. I would marry you again in a heartbeat"

He kissed her neck and asked her softly, "is there anything you would change". 

Melinda thought for a moment and whispered almost sadly, "I only wish I could have given you children Jonathan. Why the questions"

Jonathan thought carefully at what he was about to suggest, "We still have two wishes left in the coin. I never made mine. What if we could do some of our life over again, would you do it sweetie. I'm mean, I still like working in my company and you love running your flower shop. We have no relatives or family who would miss us"

Melinda thought about it a moment and asked, "so what are you proposing". Jonathan smiled and whispered something into Melinda's ear. 

1 year later....

Back in Toronto the firm of Prism Design & Engineering was doing very well under new ownership. Everyone was surprised when, without warning, Melinda and Jonathan sold their businesses they had built over many years to a younger couple and announced they were retiring to Spain. After throwing a huge party for all their staff they simply disappeared into retirement. Everyone missed them. 

The staff quickly took a liking to their new owners Max and Kristina. They were in their early thirties. Max seemed to know how the place ticked from the first day he took over, like he had always been there. Max was a tall handsome man with brown hair, hazel eyes and the physique of an outdoorsman. Kristina was a bit shorter than Max, with a figure of an athlete, short blonde hair and incredible deep green eyes. 

Jamie got up from her desk when she saw a six month pregnant Kristina walk through the front doors. "Morning Mrs Edwards, how are we doing", she said helping her off with her coat and looking at her swollen belly. "I feel wonderful Jamie, even if I have lost my girlish figure", she laughed pointing to her belly. "Is my husband in".

Jamie knocked, and opened the door to Max's office then quietly excused herself closing the door behind her. Kristina gave him a kiss, "Hi sweetie from both of us". He looked at her proudly, "you never looked lovelier my dear sweet Melinda". They held each other and smiled as they looked over at the strange coin sitting in the glass book case.



The Magic Eggs Ch. 01



Dave Moore was fixing his own breakfast, because his wife had an early morning meeting. He had made himself some fried eggs. These were no ordinary eggs; for he had bought them from a gypsy that he had met from a walk in the woods. She told him that they would help him lose weight and would dramatically improve his sex life. Dave looked down at his stomach and thought what the hell, he had tried every diet on the market and each one had fucked him up the ass. They were the best smelling eggs that he had ever cooked. 

He placed the plate of eggs on the table, ate the eggs, and started thinking. I want to get laid tonight, so I must take the necessary steps to make that happen. First, I will have to go to the florist and order some roses. Second, I will have to get the Conway Twitty Cd. Conway's voice makes Sarah wet and horny. 

Dave ate the eggs quickly being surprised at the fact that they tasted damn good. He finished the eggs, placed the dirty plate in the sink, and ran upstairs to get dressed. The florist was only five blocks from his house, so it was a quick trip. 

Five o' clock rolled around and Sarah came home. Sarah was five foot seven inches with dark black hair, brown eyes, and tanned skin. She was wearing a dark blazer and a skirt that fell pass her dark nylon covered legs. She had nice thick thighs and she had curves that would have been considered perfect before the days of the skinny ass model. 

"Wow, Dave you made my favorite supper of steaks and beer. And damn you bought me roses. I have a feeling that Conway Twitty will be playing on the CD player tonight."

A big shit-eating grin came across Dave's face as he seated his wife at the supper table. 

Dave carried his wife into the bedroom and placed her on the bed. He turned on the CD player and Conway started singing. Dave undone Sarah's shirt and started sucking on her large nipple. The heat from her breasts was amazing. After her nipples were quite hard, he slid off the grey skirt revealing pink panties with white hearts. Dave placed the fabric into his mouth and pulled her panties off. He placed his nose to his wife's cunt and took a nice smell from it. The strong scent of pussy juices intoxicated Dave's senses. He placed his face to her wet sex and started licking the inside of her box teasing her swollen clit. Sarah's hips started bucking knocking Dave off her and into the floor.

"Fuck that was awesome, I have never had such an intense climax before!" shouted Sarah.

Dave lay on the floor stunned for a moment. His wife had never had the strength to buck his six foot three frame to the floor before. But, he figured that he must have been closer to the edge of the bed than he had thought. 

"Wow, baby! My cock longs to enter your sweet pussy."

Sarah smiled as Dave unzipped his pants and slid them with his boxers to the floor. His seven-inch cock stood at attention as Sarah lay on her back and spread her legs. In mere moments, Dave was on top of Sarah. He slowly entered her as she started to raise her hips to help him get inside of her. Dave noticed that his wife seemed a little looser than before. She started bucking her hips with his cock deep inside of her. It was all he could do to stay on his wife, as she continued to buck wildly. Her strength is amazing! She must be working out more or something, thought Dave.

"Cum in my pussy you motherfucker."

The order sent Dave over the edge and he started filling her full. His cumming sent his wife over the edge and she came too. Dave rolled off to recover. Sarah looked down at her over flowing pussy and watched their love juices flow out of her and stain the sheets. 

The next morning Sarah stood up and stretched her limbs. She looked in the bed and saw Dave. He looked so small this morning about half his regular size. Sarah shook Dave.

"Dave, get up. I think there is something wrong with you."

Dave hopped out of bed and looked up at his wife. She was towering over him and he was eye level to her pussy.

"What the hell happened to you", shouted Sarah.

Dave looked up his giantess wife and started to shake in fear. Sarah noticed this, so she bent down and picked Dave up. She gave him a hug and said, "There, there. I am sorry that I yelled at you my tiny man."

Dave thought for a moment. That gypsy said that those eggs would make me lose weight and would improve my sex life. But, shit I'm a three-foot tall man at the mercy of a giantess.

"The eggs that I bought caused me to shrink", spoke Dave. 

"I see, but how are you going perform your household chores?"

"I don't know. I guess I can rig up ladders or something."

"You have been such a good househusband, so I will have my sister move in with us."

Dave started to protest, but Sarah unbuttoned her pajama top and flopped out her gigantic boob. It looked bigger than it had looked yesterday. The world was a bigger place to Dave now.

"Nurse on my big boob", smiled the giantess. 

Dave started to suck on Sarah's boob like a starving infant.

"That's a good boy, Dave. I think we are going to have fun with this. Now, I really control things."

Sarah carried Dave downstairs and rocked him to sleep. 

To Be Continued...............