Futanari Wife

I laid there and quietly thought about the week. It was impossible not to, so much had changed over just a few days. I mean, when the week started, life had been normal - work, eat, and play as usual. We were just two professionals in their early thirties. But now?

We had blown off all of our friends off since the adventure started. We told them that one of us wasn't feeling well or that we had plans already. It was early, simple lies that gave us a few days to figure out what was happening and what we were going to do. But as I laid there staring off into the darkness of our room, I wondered about our life, like what was going to change?

It wasn't an easy question to guess at. I mean, Helen was changing, not just her new addition either, there was something else. We hadn't really talked about the changes much. (Honestly, all we had done since it started was research and orgasm, which wasn't necessarily a bad thing. I wasn't complaining that was for sure.) She was changing physically. It was slight, but I think we both noticed it. When her penis presented she kind ofchanged.She grew a little taller, a little thicker. Her breasts grew a bit and she kind of stretched-out, like her fingers seemed a little longer. It happened slowly, like you didn't really notice it until it was over.

It was strange. It felt dangerous and I loved it.

But there were more changes than just to her exterior. That was one of the things Helen did talk about. She was careful when she described it. She liked to think of it as a part of her that she had always repressed because it kind of scared her. She liked to be a little dominant. She liked to be strong.

I noticed it when we fucked. Especially when she would let me fuck her. I would take her from behind, grabbing her hips and thrusting. And she would get rough. She wanted me to take her wrists, to pull her backwards and fuck her as hard as I could.

Her mammoth cock would bounce and slap against her chest, oozing a steady stream of pre. But I could tell it wasn't enough. No matter what I did, how I fucked her, I could tell it was less than she wanted.

When we talked, she said she loved it, the way she felt.

I did too. It was fun to have a new side of Helen, especially when we were all sex-crazed.

I looked at the clock, it was 2:30. I shifted a little to get more comfortable and Helen slipped her hand around my pectoral and squeezed,

I couldn't tell if she was awake or not but her dick was still hard and touching my back.

And then she shifted her body, pulled herself closer to me, and dropped her hips so that her dick was sitting right on top of my ass, lengthwise along the valley of my ass. I froze.

Whether she was awake or not, I kind of wanted her to do it. I knew everything about the situation was wrong. I knew the mechanics of such a thing would be painful, but I wanted it. I wanted her to do it, right then. I wanted to skip the part where I told her what I was thinking, and instead, just arch my back and milk her ten inches of rock hard dick.

Then she pulled away and rolled over.

I froze. The moment was over. My cock was throbbing.

It wasn't the first time I had thought about her cock and my ass meeting. It wasn't myfirstthought when she suddenly grew a penis, but it was in the first few. First I wanted to touch it, then I wanted to taste it. But by Sunday morning, I had thought about what it would be like. It seemed like a natural progression.

I loved her cock. I loved the way it looked and felt, I loved the way she tasted, but I loved nothing better than pleasing her. And, although the moment had passed that evening, I had a feeling there would be other evenings.

I closed my eyes and wondered what it would be like, what it would feel like to have her push into me. I had no idea. I had never played with my asshole before, it had never crossed my mind. But now? Now it seemed like the next step, right? A natural progression.

And then Helen rolled back over. Within a breath her body had conformed to my shape, except she reached down between our bodies. She shifted her hips and pulled back a few inches.

I waited, unsure of what she was doing.

Then she pushed forward. Her cockhead slipped between my ass cheeks.

I wasn't ready for the feeling, it tickled and surprised me. I moved away but her hand held onto my hip and she tried to reposition herself.

I pulled away and turned over to look at her. Her eyes were closed. She was still asleep, her cock half-erect in her hand. "Helen," I whispered, not convinced.

She moaned softly and then opened her eyes. "Hey," she smiled in the darkness.

"Hey, leave my ass alone," I smiled.

Helen's eyes went wide with surprise. "What?" She looked down to where she was holding her erection. "Oh, my God, what happened?" She let go of her dick and sat up.

I watched her, conflicted. Now I felt guilty. This was not going to help my case later. You know, where I tried to explain to her that I did want her to try and fuck me. Just not right now, not this second.

But the look on her face wasn't surprise. I could see the lie in her eyes. She knew what she was doing. It was almost like it wasn't Helen or, at least, the Helen I was used to. This was the new Helen.

I liked it, the confidence and strength, but it also scared me because I didn't know it well. Could I trust it? Was it still mostly the Helen I loved or someone else? "You, um, made a play for my ass," I explained.

"Well," she looked down at my erection, "how do you feel about that?" Her cock was just slightly bigger than mine and pointing at me.

"I...uh." I hadn't expected the question and I wasn't sure she was serious. "I mean, I've thought about it, but..."

"Oh you have?" She bit her lower lip in that sexy way that every man likes.

"I mean, well, you know, yeah, it's crossed my mind." I looked down a little embarrassed. Why could I still not say it? "But I don't think I'm ready." I thought about the fact that I knew next to nothing about my own ass.

She grinned. "Let's find out," she wrapped her long fingers around the base of her cock. "Back up."

My heart beat against my chest like I had just run a 5k. "I think I need to, you know, prepare, practice..."

"Nonsense, come here. I'll be gentle." The look in her eyes was playful.

"No," I swatted at her hands, "soon."

I scooted away and opened my eyes. It was a dream. Helen was still on the other side of the bed. It had just been a dream. I wasn't sure if I was disappointed or relieved.

The next morning, Monday, when I woke up, Helen was standing at the end of the bed digging through her dresser drawers. "Good morning," I stretched and stared at her ass and the curves of her body.

She turned and smiled at me sans penis. "Morning, baby."

"I had a crazy dream." I chuckled.

"Yeah?" she whispered like there was someone else in the room that might hear us. "Was I in it?"

"Obviously." I thought back to the dream and the way it had felt when she had pushed against me.

"Was I mean?" She was serious.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I don't understand what's happening." She shook her head a little. "I know that sounds crazy."

"No, it's fine." I got up from the bed, my morning wood springing up proudly. "I think its part of whatever is happening to you."

"I know but I can't control it," all the playfulness was gone from her voice and her face was serious. "Sometimes I feel like I'm a different person."

I sat on the edge of the bed and cleared the sleep from my eyes. "But it's not a bad thing, right?" It was all a jumble inside. I couldn't imagine how scary all of it must have been for her.

"That's just it, I don't know." She sat down beside me and I saw the worry in her eyes. "I don't understand what's happening and when it's here," she looked down between her legs. "I can't seem to control myself."

I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close. She leaned her head against my shoulder. "Everything is going to be ok," I kissed her head.

***

When I opened my eyes on Tuesday, I knew something was different. I felt lighter, like I was a little floaty. It was weird. I sat up half-expecting my stomach to flip, but it didn't. I wasn't nauseated, I just felt lighter, like I was either dramatically stronger, which didn't look to be the case, or I had lost a few pounds.

I stood up. Everything seemed to work. Nothing was sore, nothing looked bruised. I rubbed my eyes. The last few days had been so strange, maybe it was all in my imagination. I mean, there was nothing visibly wrong with me.

I walked down to the kitchen all bleary-eyed and exhausted. Next to the coffee maker were two coffee cups set out on the counter so I would notice them. One was empty and one had a note in front of it.

I grabbed the little slip of paper and opened it.After last night's fun, I thought you might enjoy this with your breakfast.

I thought about the night before, the way I had finally sucked her cock past my gag reflex. I had almost gotten my nose to the smooth skin of her belly. She was so deep. Sliding in and out before she let go and blasted her load down my throat, across my face and her breasts.

I picked up the coffee cup. The liquid inside was opaque and there was the slightest change in density throughout. I smiled. It was her bliss, she must have jacked off before she left. I was sorry I had missed it. I was addicted to the stuff.

I dipped my finger into the warm liquid and slipped it into my mouth. The honey-textured sweetness coated my tongue. My cock immediately began to stiffen. I dipped another finger and brought it to my lips.

An involuntary moan escaped me. I was like a starving man. I closed my eyes remembering how her cock felt in my mouth. How I had put one hand on the bottom of her cock, sucking hard, going up and down, using my tongue everywhere. How my other hand had slid three fingers into her dripping hole, forcing her further into my mouth, making her fuck my face harder and faster. How I had brought her to the knife's edge and then backed way off – just flipping my tongue through the pre at the tip of his dick until she calmed down.

I reached down and slowly ran a hand over my glans.

The last week had been a sexual tornado and I had been swept up into it happily. I mean, it was almost impossible to believe. Nothing as exciting or interesting had ever happened to me before. I dipped another finger in my wife's spunk and thought back over it all, her penis appearing, the first blowjob I had ever given, and how I was pretty sure she was going to fuck me – at some point.

I had already started research on the subject. Although even that proved to be daunting at times. (Is it still called pegging even when your wife has an actual penis?)

Yes, I had been doing all kinds of reading and research during the day. Not only was I searching for exactly what had happened to Helen to start all of this, but I was also interested in a number of homosexual aspects that our relationship would now include.

For instance, I had been learning how to prepare my ass for Helen's attention. Of course, I hadn't mentioned any of my research to her. I kept that part a secret and came up with all kinds of justifications for doing so.

Helen hadn't mentioned an specific intention to fuck me. I'm not sure the thought had ever crossed her mind before Sunday night. I, on the other hand, had thought of little else. I mean, the morning after her cock made its first appearance, I had already considered the possibility.

I swirled my finger through her nectar again and imagined her stroking herself into the cup while I slept, standing in the kitchen gripping her twelve inches. What was she thinking about? Me?

My hand worked up and down my own length and I lifted the cup to my lips. It smelled like honey. I took a long swallow, swirling the goo across my tongue before swallowing it down. God, it was so warm and sweet. Why wasn't my own cum sweet? I put the glass down and took a deep breath. It was just like it had been the night before. Helen's cum affected me like alcohol. I felt like I had just downed two beers. I was buzzed, a little light-headed, my face stuck in a grin. I felt great.

I drank a cup of coffee while I stood there fantasizing about Helen bending me over the kitchen table. Then I wandered off to the bathroom. I couldn't stop thinking about what it would feel like to have Helen behind me. I stepped into the bathroom, closed the door, and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.

That was the first time I saw it. The very first time I wondered, even if only for a moment, if magic wasn't real. It was weird. For a split second, I thought I saw something glow along the mirror, right on the reflection, something light blue. It was just for a second, a flash, and it was gone.

I couldn't tell if the strange light was on them mirror on if had been on me. I looked myself over, but there was nothing.

I looked back into the mirror. Maybe it was just a side effect of Helen's condition.

But then I kind of got caught up in the reflection, the young man staring back at me. I was looking pretty good, if I did say so myself. I flexed my arms and watched the muscles bulge. I changed the pose and noticed that I was lithe, like I was a cat, a tiger or a cheetah.

Now, don't get me wrong. I worked out three times a week, I was pretty well built. Helen always thought I looked sexy without a shirt on, but this was different. This was lean, leaner than I normally was. And the thing that made it especially strange was that I felt the way I looked. I felt stronger, leaner, and lithe. I felt like a predator.

After goofing off for a few more minutes in the mirror, I decided to hop in the shower. I had things to do, important things to do before Helen got home and I felt a little guilty for the self-indulgence I had just spent ten minutes on. I turned on the water and closed the curtain.

The hot water felt good. I turned around and let it run down my neck and back. I closed my eyes and thought about the night before, the way her cock felt in between my ass cheeks. It had only been a dream but my head was still running with it. My eager dick immediately began to beg for attention, staring up at me like a one-eyed puppy. But I wanted something else.

I turned the shower temperature down a little. I flexed my asshole. It felt good, the way every muscle down there responded in harmony, like everything was connected. I wanted something in it. I wanted to feel what she was going to feel like. I was curious.

About an hour later, my skin wrinkled from the water, I picked myself up off the shower floor. I had cum twice. By the end I had three fingers in my ass, further than I ever thought possible and nothing had ever felt so good.

I got to the shop by just around lunch. There was a wet spot at the top of my pants, but my t-shirt hid it. My precum had gushed the entire drive. I was so excited. I don't know what it was really. Was it the fact that it was a surprise/secret for Helen? Was it the fact that I had never, in fact, been to a sex shop before? Or maybe it was just the fact that I had liked the way it felt in the shower. I had liked it a lot. And anything that would help me get Helen inside me - I was all in.

The girl behind the counter was in her late twenties. She had long earrings that touched her shoulders which in turn made her head look disproportionately close to her chest. She had on an old t-shirt, a band or cartoon that I didn't recognize. I became terribly embarrassed not because of the t-shirt but because I didn't know how to discuss sexual things with a stranger.

I walked around the place trying to look as casual as I thought you were supposed to. It was in fact lunch time on a weekday so there wasn't even anyone to watch me being an idiot.

The girl behind the counter kind of sighed the third time that I glanced over at her. She tucked a loose strand of what appeared to be a single dreadlock behind her ear. "Hey," her tone was authoritative, brusque even. "Come here. What are you looking for?"

I froze. I didn't know what to do, but I was pretty sure the feeling I was having was flee! And for a split second, I almost went that way, but instead, I realized what she was doing. She was helping me. We were alone. This was direct. Efficient. We were adults.

"Butt plug," I said the word, alone. I just kind of threw it out there.

"First time?" She raised her eyebrow but that was her only expression and we still hadn't made eye contact. I mean, she was always looking at something else, a shelf, one of the many monitors positioned around the store to make sure no one stole anything.

"Yes, please. My, uh, partner's dong is huge." I couldn't believe how hard it was to say that sentence.

She walked over to me and then stepped into the aisle next to where I was. "You want to start here." She waited until I caught up and then pointed.

The thing was small and exactly like the ones I had seen online. I grabbed it and then realized that it was barely a finger and a half wide.

The young lady with the dark hair and a single dreadlock made a sound I didn't recognize. "Then this one," she grabbed an identically-shaped plug but larger. It was closer to three, slender fingers.

I glanced back at the shelf.

"Are you serious?" She looked me in the eye for the third time since I had come in the door.

"Yes," I thought of Helen's twelve inches. It was ridiculous. But I wanted it. I wanted it to spread me wide. I wanted to see the pleasure on her face when she came. Oh, my god, I was so excited to find out what that would feel like!

"Then this one, but Jesus, take it slow, ok?" There was genuine concern in the young woman's voice.

When I got home it was after two. I went straight to the bathroom. No, I disappeared into the bathroom for twenty minutes, stuck that first plug in my ass, jerked off two more times, and then got into some jeans to garden.

It was the joy of working from home. Helen wandered off for a regimental day, but I could do pretty much whatever I wanted. It wasn't a bad gig, and two days before Helenpresented.I had just closed out a final payment on a multi-building office park.

So, Monday was gardening in the back yard. I had a trellis of roses that needed a fair amount of attention and it was a perfect day - cloudy, in the high sixties, and barely a breeze. And I had my first butt plug in, which meant I was as hard as a rock.

I was careful with the roses. I had been training them for two years, gently guiding them around the trellis' posts and over the delicate arch. I had to readjust my aching boner more than I thought possible. It was incredible, the way the plug stretched me, and reached into me, and touched my prostate every once in a while. I was in heaven.

I wondered when Helen would be home. I debated back and forth whether or not I was going to tell her. It felt so naughty keeping a secret but I loved it.

But in the end I couldn't decide. So, then I began to imagine it.

I tried to guess when it would happen. Would it be like the night before? Would I wake up just as she was getting hard? Or would it be earlier? I mean, we had already kind of talked about it. Would it happen after dinner?

It was the other thing that I kind of liked about the new Helen, she became dominant when her dick was around. She was stronger, more demanding and aggressive. I loved it. The new side of her made me happy, a new aspect tous.

When she came home she was already turned on. Her clit had not gone through its magnificent transformation, but she was hot. I had a feeling she would be, especially if I was just in my jeans when she got home. It was one of her favorite looks on me.