I can't believe I was nervous about this evening, Brian. Your dad is so cool and he has some amazing stories.

I still wish you hadn't shown me the fertility statue from his latest dig this morning. It gave me the creeps. . . and then it trapped me inside of your mother's body.

But I can play it off at least for one night. I really like your mom's dress. It's like super comfortable and everyone is checking out my tits. It's weird, but it's kind of nice to be desired like that. My nipples have been poking into my bra all night.

It's all strangely been very normal. Your dad hasn't tried to pull any moves or anything. He's a total gentleman. Besides I've never been to a restaurant this nice and he is paying!

The food here is delicious. Better than ramen in our dorm room. I wish I would've ordered the steak though. Your dad got it and it was amazing. At least he gave be a few bites.

I'm not used to drinking this much wine. Usually I stick to cheap beer. My body feels all warm and comfortable after a few glasses. Though your mom's tits are kind of hurting my back.

We decided to come home after dinner. I told him I was tired like you told me to, but he insisted we have a nightcap.

I usually don't drink whiskey drinks. I'm already so tipsy, but he said it would put me in a good mood or something.

I like your dad's sense of humor. He's been picking on me but I just try to give it back to him. He's kind of a smart ass! Oh well. After a night with him it won't feel so weird going to sleep next to him. Then tomorrow we can meet up and change me back.

15 Minutes Later

Oh fuck, Brian. Your dad. He totally snuck up on me.

I was taking off my dress to get into your mom's robe and he practically fell on me. I could feel his thick fingers twirl around the waist of my thong and pull it from me. Then he shoved me forward.

It's okay. I only need to push him away. That's right, just push his head away, tell him I'm not in the mood and everything will be fine.

That's what I'm going to do. Just a push. Just like that . . . oh fuck.

"Just like that."

"Just like THAT!"

Oh I need to lay down and catch my strength. It's too much. It's not like I like this, Brian. I just need to think. . .

Fuck, I can't believe it feels like this. I just need to hold on and it will be fine. If I can get through this quickly it will be fine.

20 minutes later

He has to have been going for 10 minutes at least. Oh god, I tried, Brian. I tried squeezing my pussy muscles to get him off faster but he just keeps going.

Your dad is a fucking animal, Brian. And his dick is so big. I am spread so why and filled so well.

Oh fuck. Another one is coming. No! Not again! They're too much. I can't think straight when I come.

"Oh yes. I'm coming again!"

How can he do this? He's at least twice my age. I don't even fuck like this. I should take pointers from him.

God, his love of my body is so overwhelming. I can tell he loves your mom so much. He's rock hard inside of me.

I'm beginning to rethink the entire night. He wanted this from the beginning. The wine, the dinner. All of it was to get me in the mood to spread my legs like this.

I like how he's holding my foot. It's so intimate. Only a husband would do something so sweet. He treats me with such familiarity. I'm not just some casual fling.

This is my favorite position yet! Holy shit, I know why the girls at uni love it so much. I feel totally spread wide. Taken. Like he owns me.

And I guess he kinda does, I am wearing his ring! giggle

"Yes, harder!"

Oh yes, Mrs. Anderson. Like that. Hard into your wife's pussy. Own it. Own it like it's yours.

Oh god, Brian. Why do I want this? What is happening to me?

I feel so funny. . .

Thirty Minutes Later

"Does that feel good, Mr. Anderson."

"Yes, Mrs. Anderson."

"Good I want to be sure my pussy is polishing your cock to it's full pleasure. Is it?"

"Yes, it is."

"I love riding my husband."

"Do you?"

"Yes, I'm sorry if I've been a little bashful tonight."

"It's no problem."

"I have a few things in mind of how to fix that for good."

"Do you want to show me?"

"Yes."

"That's right. Sit back and let your wife take care of you."

"Mmm, as you wish."

"My pussy loves this huge cock. For some reason I want it in my mouth now."

"Mmmm."

"Robert. . . I shouldn't keep pretending. I know that's you in there. Brian told me about what happened."

"What?"

"He told me about the idol."

"Mmmmf."

"You don't have to suck my cock if you don't want to."

"I don't know what you are talking about, honey. Who is Robert?"

"Robert. I'm serious. . . "

"No! I am not Robert. I'm your wife! Look. Would your wife do this!?"

"What are you doing?"

"I'm straddling and sticking your cock inside of me. Fuck me. I need to be on top."

"Oh god, but we can't pretend you are my wife."

"Yes, we can. We did all night. Let's never stop. I'll fuck you better than I did the first years of your marriage. I'm back, honey. Your little slutty wife. Fueled by youth and lust. We are going to pretend forever, Mr. Anderson. Robert is saying goodbye. I'm a woman now. You convinced me! You convinced me!"

"Oh god. Oh fuck. Judith. You are so tight."

"Yes. Your wife Judith has a tight pussy doesn't she?"

"Yes. She does."