Divine Changes

Just a standalone story in the Divine "Series". Hopefully you guys enjoy.

“Most couples say there is only one thing they’d change about their spouse. Did you know that? But that’s a lie! Liberty University did a very detailed double blind study! They even used the so-called ‘Scientific Method’,” the pastor said, his tone of voice made the sarcasm quotes readily apparent. “They found that there were actually THREE things that every person would change about their spouse. We even lie to ourselves about faults we see in those closest to us! But God knows! He knows our true hearts. He sees through our lies!”

I rolled my eyes and glanced at my wife who grimaced as well. We’d moved to town three months ago and still hadn’t found a church that we liked. They were either super bible thumping conservatives (usually in lily white wooden churches with lily white audiences) or they were hyper liberal borderline hippies who thought that Jesus was a guy with groovy ideas and the only controversy was whether LSD or Shrooms were the better way to understand the Holy Trinity.

My wife and I liked to think of ourselves as that rare breed of Christian that didn’t think gays should burn in hell or that the Earth was made like ten minutes ago but also that God was real and he cared about our lives. You read the news and it’s easy to get the impression that people like us don’t exist but we do. We just have no home. Case in point, we’d now tried every church in a 15 mile radius of our new home and nothing. Nada. Zip.

“We could try the Baha’i church again,” Kacey suggested.

I sighed, “If you want. It’s not Christianity and didn’t it feel kinda cult like to you?”

“The only reason you’re saying that is that they had a new building.”

“And they smiled at me and wanted to shake hands. Yick.”

My wife smacked my shoulder. It was a long running conflict between us. I was very much an introvert and she was very much an extrovert. It worked for us in general, she pushed me to try new things and I kept her from getting carried away in a flight of fancy. But it also meant that, when looking for a churches, we were often at odds. I preferred large churches where I could wallow in anonymity. She liked small churches where everyone knows your name. We were looking for that goldilocks church that was JUST right.

We climbed into the car and drove home, disappointed but unsurprised. My wife turned to me about halfway home and said, “What are the three things you’d change about me?”

Now my wife and I have a very open and loving relationship. We were best friends before we started dating and when we hooked up after college, all the pieces fell into place. But truthfully, the biggest reason we HADN’T hooked up in high school was that, physically, we just weren’t each other’s ideal types. That’s not to say we’re not attracted to each other. We are. But when you’re young and stupid you find yourself thinking that you can find the ideal mate who ticks all of your social and intellectual and personality buttons and ALSO looks like your ideal playboy playmate (or Chippendale’s dancer if you swing the other direction). With the maturity that your mid 20s brings, the two of us realized that the small amount we sacrificed in sexual attraction was absolutely worth the perfect fit for everything else.

All that’s to say that my wife and I know that we’re not the 100% perfect ideal physical specimen. And we’re okay with it. But I would never rub her face in that fact and so I answered, “Absolutely nothing, my love.”

“Uh, huh… you wouldn’t want me blonde?”

I’d been after her for years to bleach her hair. I have a real weakness for blondes. Dirty blondes, golden blondes, bleach blondes, platinum blondes. I love them all. My wife’s chestnut hair was, truthfully, the biggest physical change I’d make in her if I had my druthers. “I mean… I guess. You know I like blondes. You’d look great with highlights or something.”

She rolled her eyes. She adamantly insisted that blonde wasn’t a good look for her. I adamantly insisted that blonde was a good look on anyone. It was an impasse that we generally agreed to avoid talking about. “Fine… what about me?” I asked. “What are your three things?”

“You didn’t play the game right. You only told me one,” she said, sticking her tongue out at me as she glanced away from the road. It was fortunate she did because to my right, the guy beside us started to merge into us. She gasped, slammed on the break and swerved smoothly into the median before regaining control of the car and pulling in behind him, laying on the horn.

“Hey, hey,” I said. “It’s okay. He knows he screwed up. He’s probably having his own adrenaline rush right now.”

She frowned but nodded and backed off the guy. “A little happier you married me?”

“Oh yeah,” I said, giving her knee a squeeze. You’ve probably never heard of her but my wife has worked on a lot of movies in Hollywood. She’s one of the top two female stunt drivers. She’s been in the last few Fast and Furious movies plus a whole bunch of other stuff. You know that scene in Baby Driver where the guy pulls the 180 and spins expertly between those trucks? Yeah. That scene was shot high up because they had to hide the fact it was a woman stunt driver. She’s pretty good. So I never complain when she drives. It’s like having your own personal chauffeur who’s also a combat driver.

We forgot about our conversation and headed home, continuing our Sunday as if nothing had happened, which, I guess in the grand scheme of things, was true… at least for another 12 hours or so.

That night, I fell into a deep blissful sleep, finally waking up inside the most bizarre lucid dream I’d ever had. I had this surreal sense of calm wash over me as I stood on the shore of a giant, tranquil lake. The water was impossibly clear, and I could see fish swimming deep in the water. They darted quickly, back and forth, searching for food beneath the waveless blue surface. I heard a soft noise behind me and turned around. Suddenly, my wife was standing there. She hadn’t been there before.

“Kacey?” I asked.

“Marvin?” she returned. Oh yeah… hi… my name’s Marvin. My parents hated me.

“Where are we?” she asked.

“Dunno. Is this a dream?”

“Maybe. It feels weird though. I guess if it’s a dream you think I’m fake and I think you’re fake, right?”

“Pretty much,” I said. Her thoughts mirrored my own… which makes sense when you realize she was a figment of my dreaming mind.

“My goodness! Why does everyone think it’s a dream?” came a booming voice that shook us, making us cower as we looked around.

About twenty feet away, a figure emerged from the dense woods that surrounded the lake. It was a figure that almost defied description. Imagine Groot from those Marvel movies. But that was only his left leg and right arm. His left arm seemed to be made of diamond… or granite… or a mix maybe? And his other leg was just a barely contained purple gas that seemed to be wafting off, leaving a trail behind him. Despite the gaseous nature of his leg, somehow a pair of flip-flops were on them… and… socks… Yeah. He had socks and flip flops on. And a pair of tattered jean shorts and a T-Shirt that said, “Ask me about my Steam Library.”

Oh… and his face was a fish with two miniature blazing suns for eyes. Yeah. Weird, right? The “man”... I’ll call him a man because his booming voice seemed masculine. The man approached us, hands (such as they were) extended in a friendly gesture. “Sorry,” he said in a more normal tone. “I always forget to turn the volume down before talking to people.”

“Sorry… uhmm… this is a weird dream and I can’t fathom how I managed to imagine you.”

“Imagine me?” he said and laughed, his weird fish mouth gaping in an “O” as he did so. “Metaphysically speaking, it’s rather the other way around, don’t you think?”

“Sorry… uhmm… what?”

“Well… All things exist because I made them. So some would suggest it was I that imagined you. Though I think we both know it doesn’t quite work that way?”

“I’m confused,” my wife said, looking over at me. I simply shrugged and turned back to my lunatic fever dream.

“Well… it’s more like I create the universe. I mean… I love all my creations, don’t get me wrong. And you two are just terrific. Really good stuff from both of you. But I didn’t hand create every single flower and insect, let alone each person. Do you realize how hideously complex each of you is? If I had to create 100 billion of you I’d probably make like ten and then hit control C, Control V over and over…. Hrmm… rather like Babylon 5, I guess,” he said then chuckled.

“Babylon 5?” I asked. I’d never been a fan of the show though I’d seen a couple episodes.

“Isn’t that the one with the Cylons?”

“No, Battlestar Galactica,” my wife corrected. I’d never seen it but my wife loved it. She watched it when I was out of town. I must have randomly heard the word Cylon at some point, I guess. It’s incredible what your sleeping mind can stitch together for you.

“Ah yes! Right you are dear. All these pop culture references. It’s so hard to keep straight. So yes… I didn’t create you by hand. That’s the point,” he said.

“Sorry… I’m still a little confused,” I said. He looked at me and his eyes twinkled and spun, floating inside the strange fish head. The vines in his arm morphed and twisted, eventually settling on my shoulder where the small green creepers grew and slid along my skin. I should have been scared shitless but somehow that ethereal sense of calm washed over me.

“I’m God, Marvin,” he said.

“God?” I asked, not really understanding.

“Yup. All powerful, all knowing creator of the universe… you’ve heard of me, right?”

“Well… I mean… yeah… Of course,” I said, “But this is a dream. My dream.”

“How is your wife in your dream?” he asked, somehow looking smug with a giant fish head for a face.

“I’m obviously dreaming her,” I said.

“No you’re not. I’m dreaming you,” she said with a laugh.

“Okay. I can prove it. Tell her a secret you’ve never told her,” the stranger said.

“I once tried to use that dildo you have on my ass to see if I liked anal sex. I was relieved to discover I don’t,” I said. Then suddenly I clapped my hand over my mouth in shock at what I’d said.

My wife just stared at me then broke down in peels of laughter. “Oh, my… well… I’m convinced. No way could I have imagined THAT answer,” then she looked at me and smacked my arm, “You better have washed it off really well!” she said.

“I did. I could only find that lavender hand soap though,” I confessed in embarrassment.

“Oh my God!” she said, “I remember it smelling good once. You little bastard,” she said with another laugh. At least she was being good natured about it.

“Convinced?” the man asked.

“No… but fine… I’ll roll with it. What brings you here today, God?”

“Well I was listening to you two today in the car. Right before Karl nearly ran you off the road, remember?”

“Karl?”

“Yeah… they guy in the SUV… oh… you don’t know him… right. Karl’s a good guy. He did go home and get drunk afterwards. He won’t be looking at his phone while driving for another…,” suddenly he drifted off and looked upwards as if reading something from the sky, “Oh my… well… another week then he texts on his phone while driving one last time… oh well,” he said.

“Wait… is Karl going to die?” my wife asked, suddenly concerned for a complete stranger. She really is wonderful.

“Don’t worry about it,” God said and suddenly I didn’t. I was starting to believe a little bit more. “I wanted to hear what you guys were going to say. What are the three things you’d do to improve each other.

“I’d want Marvin to be a bit buffer. A little more muscular and fit,” she said. I looked at her. My feelings were a little bit hurt. I knew she had a thing for muscular guys and I’d worked to get myself in better shape for her. Apparently it wasn’t quite good enough.

“Fine… well I really do wish you were blonde,” I said in retaliation. She stuck her tongue out at me just like she did earlier in the day.

“Done,” the man said and clapped his weird viney hand against his strange rock hand with geode like fingers. It made an incongruous sound, like a small thunderclap. I looked up and suddenly Kacey was blonde. The exact kind I liked. About halfway between golden blonde and dirty blonde. She looked gorgeous. She was also staring at me like I was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. It clicked. I spun around and looked at my reflection in the calm crystalline water behind me. I looked absolutely ripped. Like I’d been signed up for a Marvel movie and gotten the full treatment. Damn!

“Okay… you get three… what else, dig deeper,” he said.

“I wish Marvin was a little more dominant, you know? I like to feel protected and feminine and he doesn’t always do that for me.”

“Really? I’m just trying to be respectful,” I said. Hearing her criticize my personality, even mildly, hurt way more than my physique.

“I know, honey. And I love that. But you can be respectful AND a little more demanding at the same time. I’ll tell you if you go to far, okay? I promise. Just tell me what you want and I’ll make it happen if I can, okay?”

I frowned but nodded back, “I guess.”

“Good, good. But what about you, lad? Is there something about her you’d change?”

“Uhmm,” I said, thinking. Then inspiration struck me, “Oh… I guess… I wish she was less jealous.”

“Go on,” he said, encouraging me with a wave of his crumbling rock hand.

“Well, like… when I look at another woman or another woman flirts with me, she flips out,” I said. I stopped myself from saying what I was really thinking. That I liked it when other girls flirted with me and really I wished I could flirt back.

“Now, now, Marvin. This only works if you’re 100% honest.”

I looked at him. Suddenly, I KNEW he was God. Knew it in my core. He winked at me as if he’d known the realization had hit me.

I turned back to Kacey and said, “I love you honey. But I really wish I could flirt with other girls and even… you know… hook up with them.”

“You want to cheat on me?” she said, shattered.

“NO! I would never. I have never…,” I said. “I just… uhmm… well… it would be really hot if… you know… if you were kinda into it. You know. If you could even like… talk to them and get them interested in me?”

“Done,” God said and another clap brought another crack of thunder.

Suddenly, I felt just a little more powerful. A little taller. A little stronger. I stepped closer, “Kacey, I’d like to sleep with other women,” I said. “I’d like you to help me make that happen.”

“Of course, my love,” she said and gave me a huge kiss. “I have no reason to ever be jealous because you’ll always come home to me, right?”

“Absolutely,” I said with a grin.

“Excellent! And now your third. I like where this is going… feel free to be a little more… intimate with the last one. It’s okay. Nothing I haven’t seen before, you know!” he said. “You first this time, Marvin.”

“Well, since I’m going to have these other women,” I said and Kacey nodded, “It sure would be fun if we could enjoy them… together. I mean… if it’s okay with God, I sure would love it if you were bisexual, baby.”

“Of course it’s okay with me? Oh… that’s right… you’re still living in the 21st century. That was a big time of change. But yeah… it’s fine. Don’t worry about the morons that think that other stuff. I give Paul a hard time everytime I see them.”

“What?”

“Well all that stuff he wrote about homosexuality being bad and women not leading the church and stuff…”

“Yeah?” I asked.

“He was just pissed. His sister’s husband had cheated on her with a stable boy and his sister decided to take him back regardless. He was angry and you should never preach sermons while angry. First rule of Church Leader club,” he said with a laugh. Had God just made a Fight Club reference? “Anyways, back to you guys. Bisexual wife. Fine, fine. Common wish. What about you, Kacey? Anything juicy rattling around in that brain of yours?”

She suddenly looked shy and embarrassed for the first time. “What is it, honey?”

“Well… Uhmm… I kinda wish you’d… you know… Uhmm… oh Shit…,” she said then looked at God and quickly said, “Sorry… fuck me, Oh God… Oh shit!”

God and I both laughed, although his was more of a fish hiccuping thunder kind of laugh.

“I want you to tie me up… and enjoy it,” she said.

“Ohhhh… wasn’t expecting that one,” he said. “I just assumed you’d go with the OTHER one.”

“What other one?” I asked, the images of my wife being trussed up like some sort of bondage slave flitting through my head and being instantly rejected. What a weird kink.

“Nono. Only three changes. I gave a guy more than that once and he nearly wrecked the entire world. I’m still cleaning up the paradoxes and broken bits. So three changes. Maybe she’ll tell you the other fantasy later,” he said. Then he clapped his hands again. The world blinked into darkness for a moment and I heard God’s dim voice echo back, “Don’t worry. You’ll get a surprise gift you’ll both like.” Suddenly, I woke up with a start. I gasped, looking around the bedroom as I got my bearings. Blinking away the sleepiness

“What a weird dream,” I mumbled to myself.

The gasp next to me caused me to turn my head. My blonde haired wife had also bolted upright, just a moment after me. Wait… what?

“Kacey… your hair?”

“Wow… your body,” she said.

I looked at my forearms, flexing my fist and marveling at the veins bulging around the muscles. “Was that real??”

“Well… I can’t stop thinking about licking the pussy of some girl while she blows you so… yeah… I’d say so… Man you’re a giant perv!”

“Hey! You’re the one that wants me to tie you up…,” I said, realizing that the image that had been in my head was now one of the hottest things I’d ever seen or imagined. I felt my arousal grow. Holy shit! My cock was fucking massive. I quickly freed it from my underwear and Kacey and I both stared at it. I took a single stroke, feeling it surge in my hand. It must have been ten inches and I could barely wrap my hand around it. When Kacey reached out and touched it, her hand looked positively tiny next to it. “Wow… I guess that was his last little surprise.”

She looked at me, “So it was real…” her tone halfway between a question and an awe inspired statement. Honestly, the implications on divinity, philosophy and metaphysics were less important to me than the sensation of my wife’s fingers on my massive member. “Will you let me… you know… have it first? Before I share it? Is that too selfish?”

I smiled at her and pulled her to me, gripping her hair firmly in my hand as I kissed her forcefully. Our tongues danced together passionately before I finally pulled her away. Kacey stared into my eyes, panting for air. “Wow!” she said breathlessly. “You can do that to me any time.”

“I will,” I said simply. I could feel the difference inside of me. I felt more powerful. More sure of myself. More… dominant.

“Get on your back and spread your legs,” I said.

“Oh yeah!” she said, flopping backwards as she slipped her panties off and obediently spread her legs. I climbed between her limbs, lining up my new weapon, ready for its trial use. “That’s it baby. Gimme what I need,” she said.

“Tell me what you need, Kacey.”

“I need your… your cock,” she said. Her voice sounded small and timid. The thought of splitting her open and making her wail like a banshee had me hard as a steel rod. I smiled down at her, nodding silently, as I slid into her. The noise she made is one I’ll never forget. It started out low, full of awe and passion. But as I slid the full length inside of her, it rose to a fevered pitch, eventually becoming a mindless wail that just ebbed and flowed as I fucked her.

And that’s exactly what I did. I fucked her. I wasn’t gentle. I wasn’t kind. I felt spurred on to take her and make her mine. She simply chanted, “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” as I hammered into her for twenty minutes. Apparently, my newly buffed body gave me pretty good stamina. I wasn’t even tired despite the vigorous fucking I was delivering. I grabbed Kacey’s wrists and held them down. That just caused her to arch her hips back up at me in an involuntary sign of arousal. “YEsssss!” she hissed as I continued to hammer into her.

Eventually, I couldn’t hold out any longer. My pace quickened and I moved my hands to her perky tits, squeezing them like handles as I sought leverage to give her the hard, fast, rough, physical fucking she so obviously needed. When I came, it was with a triumphant roar. I flooded her with a massive load before collapsing onto her shoulder, our sweaty bodies pressed against each other as I whispered, “I love you,” into her ear.

“I love you too,” she whispered back.

After that, it was clear that things had changed in our relationship. I climbed out of bed and walked to her dresser, grabbing a tight tank top and pair of yoga pants, “Get dressed. We’re going to the gym and you’re going to find me a girl to fuck.”

“I am?” she said, adopting that tiny, small voice that suddenly I found very enticing.

“Yes. I want you to watch me fuck a big breasted red head. That’s the girl I want today, okay?”

She swallowed, looking meek and unsure, “Okay,” she whispered.

I turned, “If you find me a girl that meets my requirements, I’ll let you watch from that chair over there,” I said, indicating the small wooden chair that sat at the desk in the corner of our bedroom. “And I’ll tie you up while you watch, okay?”

Her eyes widened and her fingers twitched. She was obviously very happy with the prospect.

“And if you’re very, very good. If you find me a good little slut to drain my cock,” I said, amping up the dirty talk as I could tell it was really getting to her, “Then I’ll even let you lick my cum out of her. Does that sound good?”

Kacey didn’t trust herself with words and simply nodded her acceptance. We were out the door fifteen minutes later, driving in silence. The sexual tension was thick and I could still smell the sweaty musk from our earlier actions. Newly motivated with both her new and her old kinks fueling her desires, my wife practically sprinted into the gym when we arrived. She pulled my hand, acting like a child whose been told they have ten minutes to get every toy they want from the store. I just walked behind her, determined to take my time. I was in control. That’s how she wanted it. Instead, I amused myself by staring at my wife’s perfect little ass. Without encumbering panties, the yoga pants were molded perfectly to her butt cheeks, highlighting the nice plump butt and well sculpted legs she had. Her waist, not nearly as tiny as when we got married, was still something I reflexively wanted to wrap my hands around. Or even better, grab hold of as I bounced her on my new cock.

When we got inside, I walked over and started working out. As I said, I was in reasonable shape before. But my wife’s wish made the effort almost trivial. Where I’d struggled to bench press 160 before, I was now crushing 225 with relative ease. Frankly, I was enjoying the exertion so much, I’d forgotten why we came to the gym. When I remembered, I sat up from the bench and looked around, searching for my wife. At first, I didn’t see her. I scanned the room, surprised and a little worried. Where had she gone?

Then I looked over to the juice bar in the corner of the gym. She was talking animatedly to a young lady who looked to be only 18 or 19. The girl was exactly what I’d asked for. A beautiful redhead with long straight hair and a very ample chest. In many ways, she was the opposite of Kacey. Short, busty with pale white skin and an almost innocent look about her. It made me want to obliterate her innocence completely.

Just as I was having that thought, Kacey pointed over to me. The girl’s eyes flicked over to me before giving me a very brief smile and looking down, her face flushed. Kacey also looked at me, giving me a saucy wink before turning back to the girl and whispering conspiratorially to her.

I decided there was no reason to appear overly aggressive or eager. Better to let my prey come to me. Instead, I kept lifting weights, marveling out this new strength that I’d found. It was hard not to think about the nubile young flesh that my wife was currently cultivating for me but I managed. Eventually, even my divinely gifted muscles were exhausted however. I grabbed my towel, wiping the sweat from my face, and walked over to meet the two girls. Upon seeing me approach, my wife hopped up and came over to me, giving me an almost chaste kiss on the cheek as she turned to her new friend. “Hillary, this is Marvin. Marvin, Hillary,” she said.

“Hi,” came the girl’s voice. It was surprisingly deep. Almost husky. I felt my cock stir.

“Nice to meet you, Hillary. I hope my wife has been pleasant company.”

“Oh yes, Sir. Very pleasant.”

“I was just telling Hillary about our plans for the day,” my wife said. She had a broad grin across her face, as if she had a secret she couldn’t wait to share.

“What did you tell her?” I asked. “Did you tell her that you were trying to find me a very specific girl to bring home?”

My wife’s eyes widened and it was now her turn to get all flushed. Hillary looked confused, “Bring home… are you guys… like swingers?”

I laughed, “Oh no. My wife isn’t allowed to be with other men,” I said, letting the unstated part of that sentence hang in the air. Hillary simply replied with a silent “O” as she looked between Kacey and I. Kacey, on the other hand, looked like she was about to cum just standing there. She was squirming in a not very subtle way and her nipples were poking through her thin shirt prominently. “Isn’t that right, babe?”

Kacey nodded, suddenly at a loss for words.

“Tell her what your goal was today,” I said with a firm tone.

“To… to find my husband another girl… actually… uhmm… a girl that looks like you,” she stammered.

Hillary looked between Kacey and I, confusion transforming to understanding transforming to shock. “Wait… really? That’s… uhmm… kinda cool,” she said.

I smiled and placed my hand on her knee. Leaning forward I whispered, “Are you interested?”

Hillary looked again at Kacey who simply returned her gaze with the kind of imploring puppy dog stare that seemed to shout, “Please!”

“Sure… why the hell not,” she said. I grabbed her bag with one hand and her tiny, delicate fingers with the other. “Oooh… such a big strong gentleman,” she said.

“Very big,” my wife said, then looked shocked at her own lewd boldness.

“MMmm… sounds promising,” Hillary said. I couldn’t believe my luck. Things like this never happened to me. But between whatever priming my wife had done coupled with my newly buffed body and confidence, I suddenly had a hot little firecracker all ready to go.

“You drive,” I told my wife without glancing at her. I tossed the keys that she caught and cheerily walked towards the car, Hillary and I only a couple steps behind. I held the door open to the backseat as Hillary climbed into the car and I slid in behind her.

“So your wife really likes to watch?” she asked.

“Not sure. This is a first for us,” I said truthfully.

“Really?” she asked in surprise.

I put my hand on her leg and closed in, pressing my lips to her ear as I caught Kacey’s gaze in the rear view mirror. “Yup. She woke up this morning with this overwhelming need to watch me fuck another girl. And I’m such a good husband, I agreed.”

Hillary laughed with a kind of sexy nervousness that I found very intoxicating. She turned her lips to me and I kissed someone other than my wife for the first time in almost a decade. Her lips were soft, warm and wet. At first, it was tentative but, as we eased into it, our tongues teased against each other’s lips and then began exploring further. We made out with increasing passion and our hands began exploring the other’s body. She was surprisingly firm and well muscled despite her somewhat plump appearance. But her breasts were huge, soft pillows that were begging for attention. I grabbed her shirt, pulling it quickly over her head and exposing the pale white flesh beneath. I descended onto her tits, wrapping my lips around the flesh and sucking gently, eager to mark her as mine.

Our house was only a couple minutes away, just long enough for Hillary and I to get really worked up. As we pulled in, I grabbed her hand and lead her in, enjoying the look of wanton lust on Kacey’s face as she watched us. “I wonder what the neighbors will think,” I said as my wife fumbled with the keys to the front door.

Her fingers trembled slightly before she looked me in the eyes and said, “I don’t care.”

“Good,” I said, giving her a firm kiss. Hillary momentarily forgotten. “Now go show Hillary to our bedroom. I need to get something out of the garage. Make sure you’re sitting in that chair I mentioned… remember?”

“Oh yes,” she said, giving me a wink. I went into the garage, searching for something to tie her up with. Eventually, I found some nylon rope I’d used to tie something to the roof of the car. It wasn’t ideal but this was an emergency, damnit! I practically sprinted back to the bedroom and paused at the door.

“My husband is going to love you,” I could hear my wife’s voice.

“This is so weird,” replied Hillary. “I can’t believe I’m doing this. I’m normally never like this but just listening to you talk about Marvin has me feeling all gooey and out of control. I kinda like it.”

I opened the door and both beautiful women turned to look at me. Both of their eyes were drawn to the rope in my hands. Hillary looked scared. Kacey looked over the moon with excitement and lust. “Don’t worry, Hillary. It’s for my wife. This is what she wanted.”

The room was silent as I slowly wrapped the rope around Kacey’s wrists and then ankles. As I cinched the rope more tightly, locking her into place, she gasped. When I then grazed her nipples with my fingers, she bucked against me, trying to get a firmer touch. I turned back towards Hillary and said, “Now. Let’s focus on you, shall we?”

“Yes please,” she said, leaning back into the bed and beckoning me forward, “Come fuck me right here where your wife slept last night.”

“Yeah, baby. Show her how good it can be with you,” my wife urged me on. I slowly stripped out of my clothes, enjoying the shocked look that Hillary got when I pulled my boxers down.

“Holy fuck! No wonder you want to share that thing. That’s a once-a-week cock at most. Damn!”

“It’s… divine,” my wife said, smirking, “It feels even better than it looks.”

I leaned forward, kissing Hillary again as my fingers worked at her clothes. Off came her shirt. Then her bra. Her tits were large and soft and pillowy. “Damn… they’re so big, baby.”

“Do you like her big tits, babe? Are her big tits better than mine?”

“Different,” I said, “I’m gonna like this new arrangement.” I pulled Hillary’s tight shorts off and she shimmied out of them to help me. As she lay there, dressed only in a pair of white silk panties, a thought occurred to me. I reached down, pulling the panties off. Hillary’s eyes never lost contact with mine. The need in both of us was boiling over.

“She’s so cute, baby. Did I do a good job? Are you going to let me do that other thing you mentioned? I really, really want to?”

“What, babe? What thing do you really want to do?”

Hillary looked confused and a little apprehensive. I’m sure she wa sa little concerned where this kinky couple was about to go.

“You know… don’t… don’t make me say it.”

“Not only do you need to say it, baby. You need to ask our guest nicely. It’s her decision after all.”

“Oh God,” Kacey gasped, “Okay… uhmm… Hillary… can I uhmm… I mean… if it’s okay with you… I’d like to… you know… help you… uhmm… clean you out… when you’re done?”

Hillary bit her lip and glanced up at me, “Is she… is she asking for you to cum in me bare… and then… eat me out afterwards?”

I nodded.

“Fuck that’s hot,” she said and nodded back. “Yeah, you can eat my used up snatch.”

“Wow… thank you so much. Thank you, baby. You’re the best!” Kacey gushed.

I looked at her and the panties in my hand. “Now, I think you’ve distracted us enough,” I said and walked closer before stuffing Hillary’s tiny panties into Kacey’s mouth. She could obviously spit them out if she wanted but the symbolism was the important thing. I was about to fuck another woman on our marital bed while my wife watched with her arousal dampened panties stuffed willingly in her mouth.

I descended swiftly upon Hillary, finally unleashing myself on my prey. At first, it was frantic making out and petting but eventually my fingers parted her cunt lips and she was moaning and writhing with abandon. “Fuck… she’s so wet, babe. You picked out a really hot slut to fuck, you know that?”

Kacey nodded, her eyes transfixed on my fingers as they split Hillary’s moist, pink core apart. I continued to tease my wife, reminding her why she was here. Who had seduced Hillary. How good the redhead must feel with my massive cock stuffed into her. Kacey squirmed and writhed in the chair, desperate for relief that simply wouldn’t come. When Hillary finally started coming while she rode me, I looked over at my wife and asked, “Fuck she’s tight. I bet you wish this was you, don’t you?”

She nodded, her eyes wide and wild.

“Maybe if you find me another couple sluts, I’ll give you a pity fuck,”I said. Her eyes rolled in her head, the thought of me fucking a parade of women while she watched caused my cock to flex inside of Hillary which set her off again. She collapsed on top of me, gasping for air.

I wasn’t finished, however. I grabbed her and spun her around, mounting on top of her and pinning her to the bed with my wrists in a near replica of the way I’d fucked my wife only a couple hours earlier. I started hammering into her, trying to repeat the morning’s fuck session as best as I could recall. Kacey knew what I was doing. It was pushing her newly formed buttons to the nth degree. What had started out as me fucking Hillary had transitioned to something different. Something more erotic and intimate. Not with the redhead, but with my wife. As I plowed into the screaming, eager flesh of the young lady spread beneath me, I locked eyes with my wife. I could see the love and lust mixed inside and I felt my cock flex. My wife was now the perfect wingman and she was getting off on it.

That thought sent me over the edge. “Fuck yes!” I screamed, filling up Hillary’s cunt to the point of overflowing. I looked over at my wife who looked at me with the same pleading eyes she’d given Hillary just half an hour ago. As I pulled out, Hillary whimpered but didn’t move. Her exhausted, abused body laid sprawled on the bed, legs still twitching as she came down from her multiple orgasms. I went over, pulling the rope loose from Kacey’s wrists and ankles. She barely even looked at me, diving face first into Hillary’s red, raw pussy. She worked her tongue over the girl who shrieked as the sensation overwhelmed her.

Kacey cleaned out Hillary, then gave her a kiss and we ordered an Uber. As we sat there, basking in the afterglow of the overly erotic beginning to our new adventure, I looked at my wife and asked, “Don’t I remember something about you having one other fantasy?”

“Yeah… uhmm… well… I guess after that, I have nothing to hide or be ashamed of, right?”

“Of course not,” I said.

She looked away shyly, still afraid. “Uhmm… well… how do you feel about exhibitionism?”

“For you or for me?” I asked noncommittally.

“For me? I mean… I dunno… I’ve just always had this fantasy of… you know… guys staring at me… everyone knowing what a slut I am… and like… I wouldn’t want to DO anything with them. I like being… like… yours… but… the thought of them staring and jerking off to me and…,” she stopped as I interrupted her with a kiss.

“I’ll go get the webcam,” I said. What a great day!