I didn't know how to broach the subject with my husband Jack.

I wanted an open relationship. More specifically, I wanted my boss Ryan.

I knew my husband would need something to hold onto through this. So I chose the spellbook. Knowing esoteric intrigue would hold his attention long enough. In short, it would be a distraction, so my boss could do the real work.

In such a diminutive frame, Jack could no longer work construction. He lost his job. I expected as much, and, as a way to console him, I mentioned the opening at work. It was an opening Ryan and I had created specifically for him. A simple secretarial role under Ryan — plenty of time for independent study of the spellbook.

I warned Jack that Ryan worked late.

I warned Jack that Ryan could be tempermental.

"Stop fucking around, get your ass in my office, and set up the typewriter."

"Yes, Ryan."

We were forging old documents. Nailing down Ryan's grandfather's estate. Tying up lose ends. Jack loved old typewriters, so it all worked together."

"Hurry up."

"I'm trying. My hands are smaller. I'm still getting used to this."

"I said 'hurry up.'"

"I am, it's just—"

"It's just that you've been fucking around for two weeks reading that old book. Bend over. You're to be punished."

A jolt must have shot through Jack's pussy in that moment. A strong hand. A repositioning. I knew Ryan's touch well, was addicted, understood it.

It was Jack's turn to understand.

A spank reverberates through the body. Collects in the nipples — and the clit. Stiffens them. Readies them for the eager touch of finger, tongue, and cock — pleasures my husband's pussy had yet to be exposed to.

A sheen of feminine fluid was no doubt growing along the lips of my husband's pussy. It soaked into his panties. His cameltoe bulged and swelled in expectation.

Jack was frozen in place. I recognized in him a posture of conflicted receptivity.

Then Ryan grinded into him and slowly guided Jack's shallow new sexuality down the impression of his giant cock.

It was time for Jack's male nature to become dormant, under the heel of his flowering female essence.

At first, Jack seemed still, unsure. Imagine my shock at what unfolded next.

I was parked in a black rental van in the back parking lot, windows tinted, binoculars in one hand, and the fingers of my other hand eagerly touching my clit.

It didn't take much to wake Jackie up.

She was searching for him. I watched her begin her habitual male thrusts before she caught herself, reversing their trajectory. In seconds she had retrained herself to buck back against him. In another few seconds, in desperation, it was ingrained as habit, insinct, the new normal. Her hips moving naturally. Searching for the sensation. Desperate to strafe and grind into Ryan's hard cock. Even the most shallow of touches had made my husband understand that he would need to have Ryan deep inside his new pussy.

A look of fear washed over my husband's face as she realized her explorations were heating Ryan up, escalating this meeting into one of penetration and possession.

Resistance was melting away. Her clit stiffened and pumped with her heartbeat.

I buried a finger in anticipation, touching mine, and came. Oh, fuck. Yes. That's right, Jackie. Be a good girl and let Ryan fuck you.

I told Ryan I wanted a good view.

A show.

He said he had a few ideas.

I'm coming again — in multiples — knowing I have a front row seat to my husband's total and complete feminization. God, he's so short now. And he's staying that way. Fuck. My fingers are coated in fluid knowing Jackie is wet and is about to coat the length of Ryan's cock in her lubrication so he can fuck her. He's going to slide in and out and his huge cock will glimmer with slippery receptivity my husband's new pussy has made in response to his rough handling.

That's right. Spread Jack's pussy lips. Make my little Jackie come.

God, her tits. I went overboard. I can guage Ryan's depths by how much they press into the glass. Ryan's drilling Jackie deep.

There's a calendar beside me in the van. Opened to today. A pink highlight. I suppose I don't need it. Jackie and my cycles synced fairly quickly.

I'm ovulating.

And so is my husband.

"Will you fuck me on your desk?"

Ryan told me later she had asked it. It makes my clit throb it's so good. My little husband asking for what she wants. I watched my husband walk to the desk, so short and petite, my clit absolutely thrilled he was choosing his new frame, choosing his big new tits and his tight fuckable ass. Enjoying in profile a tummy that was sure to be swelling and pregnant.

I recall the intensity of her face. Finally facing her lover. Realizing she was a woman entirely. And that Ryan's cock was sliding deep inside of her.

I know what she felt, impaled on that throbbing reality. Her pussy jolting and pulsing around her lover's cock. My husband's new form conspiring against her. Testosterone and estrogen driving her lust. Dopamine, norepinephrine, and serotonin stoking her attraction. And oxytocin and vasopressin weaving into a cocktail of maddening attachment and bonding to Ryan and the crescendo of his thrusts.

He was going to fill her up. I had given him permission. And by the way she spread her legs at his entry, I knew Jack had too.

After all, Jack's psyche would not be bouncing back from this. Ryan and I both knew that.

I could read Ryan's face. I knew he was close. I could see he enjoyed fucking Jackie. I was not jealous. I was intent for Jackie to be knocked up, as she had always been so adament that we settle down. But I knew that was not for me. It was for her. Ryan pushed deep and unloaded inside of her, firing jolts of semen into the waiting receptivity of Jackie's open cervix. Another man's seed. Deep.

They crumbled on the desk. Jackie cuddled him so closely. She was in love. Her ovaries flooded her system with estrogen, sealing the deal.

With one in the oven, I went back to work. Jackie baked and her tummy slowly began to show. I was promoted to Vice President. I worked late one night and strolled into Ryan's office. I had been at home for lunch, and the taste of my husband's pussy was still fresh on my tongue.

I kissed Ryan deeply. "I want you to fuck me against the window. Like you fucked Jackie."

He smiled.

"I want my tits right where Jackie's were, too. I want to feel what she felt exactly."

He nodded.

"And when you are close, don't stop."

His eyebrow raised.

"Really?"

I nodded.

"I want to be pregnant next to my husband. Can you imagine, Ryan? Tasting our breasts, the milk of our breasts intermingled on your tongue?"

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