Well that was a disaster. My wife's tits are glazed in her lover's come. God, Chad is a fucking animal in the sack. My plan completely backfired.
I had good intentions to possess her body. Since she wouldn't do the right thing, I would do it for her: Break up with Chad, get our lives back to normal and ride away happy into the sunset.
But Chad is relentless. He wouldn't stop saying how my wife and him were perfect for each other, no matter what excuse I made up.
I'll have to admit, being my wife didn't help. When he pushed me into bed and started touching my pussy over my panties I was really twisted up inside. It felt so good I nearly gave in.
(What am I saying? MY pussy?! It's my wifes!)
By then I was scared, I needed to end things as fast as possible. In desperation, I said the most heinous things I could think to say to Chad to get him to leave.
It felt bad. He does seem like a nice enough guy. . . but I had to do it for my marriage. Luckily, he left.
Or so I thought.
He was so fucking strong. The moment he pushed me to the bed blood rushed to my pussy. I was wet in an instant. I couldn't help it. I had underestimated being in a female body. Chad being so tall. The pleasurable way my tits bounce when I move.
My wife's pussy.
Exposed to another man.
My one chance to defend it.
And instead I let him slip right inside.
It was amazing. A familiar sensation like someone playing with my balls and then. . . the pressure of it spreading me wide and the new sensation of my pussy lips hugging around it and tugging as it pulled out. Filling me. When a cock is deep inside of you, you feel anew that yours is completely missing. It makes your clit swell in thankfulness.
I craved penetration in my whole body. I couldn't stop myself. My wife would laugh at me now, I'm sure.
No. I need to stop thinking about this. None of this is true. I tried to stop him, but he was just too much for me. He overpowered me and that's all there is to it. I would never allow another man to enter me OR my wife! I'm not responsible, I promise. There is nothing I did that spurred, Chad on. I don't like cock!
Of course. . . once you feel one you begin to appreciate it for what it can do. They are a lot less scary. There's really not much difference between Chad's cock and mine — except for his is a bit bigger. A cock that big at least deserves some parting thanks.
I realized while I was sucking it that maybe my wife deserved one last goodbye with Chad. And having seen how better he was in the sack compared to me, I figured it was fitting punishment for me to say the last goodbye for her.
Maybe I got carried away.
That's right, honey.
I'm not bitter.
I'm going to let Chad come all over our face. It's only right.
Of course Chad's come blasting in my face woke me from my reverie.
"I'm hungry. Go downstairs and make me a sandwich."
Can you believe the nerve of this guy? He just fucked my wife for an hour and came on my wife's face. Now he expects me to go make him a sandwich? Who does he think he is?
I am a little hungry, too. That was a workout. We have some salami in the fridge and some good great from the local bakery. A sandwich sounds nice.
Hmmm. Maybe if I make is really delicious Chad will fuck me again.
Oh fuck. Am I really considering this.
I keep thinking about what Chad said. About running off with each other. He even said he wanted me to have his babies!
If I stayed in my wife's body. . . that would be easy to do. . .
And I could suck his big cock again.
And again.
After a Delicious Sandwich. . .
"Where's your ring?"
"I took it off. . ."
"Why?"
"I felt like riding off into the sunset."
