"Oh thank goodness you are home!"
"Honey. What are you doing?"
"What does it look like I'm doing?"
"Well. . . "
"It's okay, you can watch. It's just your wifey pleasuring the delicious body you trapped her in."
"It is."
"Mmmm. If you want to know what's making Tasha super horny this morning, maybe you should look at the bathroom counter. Once I saw it I couldn't keep my dainty hands out of this thong."
"Okay. I'll go look."
"Oh! Wow!"
"Yes. I sat down on the toilet and took that test just before you got home. I was beginning to suspect, but I kept it a secret. I missed my period."
"This is wonderful news."
"My body simply knows. I was already touching my tummy as I walked around the mall today. By the time I dipped into the drug store to buy the test my panties were soaked through."
"Mmm. I like the sound of that."
"My hubby's knocked this body up twice now."
"Yes, he has."
"I never thought two lines would get me so hot. I rushed to bed. I didn't bother none taking off my heels either. I had to dive right in. Tasha's eggs were made for you. Everyone one of them.""
"They were."
"Oh fuck."
"What's wrong?"
"Thinking about your sperm fertilizing my egg during our son's college graduation. . . it's getting me close. Thinking about the cells dividing. My body getting ready to bear our young again. My tits swelling with milk. I'm gonna cum! Yes!"
"Mmm. That's right. It looks like a strong one."
"Yes, the hormones are already starting to build within me."
"Good."
"Now, honey. Let's get in the shower."
"What!"
"Right now! Momma has a reward for the best hubby ever."
"I'll be right in."
"And Tasha will be waiting."
"There's my big man. You're already hard."
"Of course."
"Well come in. The water is fine. If you don't mind though, momma will be getting down on her knees."
"No complaints."
Fuck, I love giving my hubby head so much.
You gave Ana'stashya this fertile body didn't you? When you were my wife. Before you grew this delicious cock that fills my pussy with pleasure — and cum.
I'm sucking your cock thinking about my last day at work. My pale hands unsuspectedly dancing over the keys making my final calculations before I headed home and you tricked me to take the change pill. I watched the skin of my hands darken as the beds of my fingernails electrified, readying their assault forward into beautiful long nails — so clawlike now.
I think I've put them to better work these days.
Remember when my shirt swelled into the breast of my business suit? I struggled so to take it off before the buttons from my dress shirt shot around the room revealing my new ebony melons. I so regret not appreciating it at the time. The way the pill was changing me. Molding my body like clay into a being outside of my greatest imagination. To be honest, if I had the choice I would have picked to be skinnier — but you were in charge and had other plans. Now I know there's nothing I'd rather be than this busty, plump princess you have made your breeding partner. You took Arnold — my old self — and ended him once and for all. Even if he didn't realize it yet. It was only a matter of time, of acclimation. Nothing turns me on more thinking about my steady slide into being your willing slut.
You are excited to be a daddy again. I can tell. You are rock hard and pummeling your pregnant wifey. She has no complaints. Her body was made for this. It begs for it.
That's right. Take me. It's like the preacher said at our new church. A wife should submit to her husband. I'm a little too strong-willed to agree, but it still made me wet when he said it. I reached over and put my hand high on my hubby's thigh and caressed the head of his cock with my fingertips for the rest of the service. Little does he know the man pummeling me was once my wife.