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WARNINGS: This story depicts consensual sexual
activity between men and women, or women and women.
Some of the participants in the story may be under the
age of 18. If you are too young to read about sex
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              You Want It, You Got It

 
A nymphomaniac is a woman as obsessed with sex as the
average man.   --  Mignon McLaughlin


It had been building up for the last billion years. In
our little corner of the universe the mysterious dark
matter, which some now believe makes up most of the
mass of the universe, had been coalescing, changing,
ready to become something quite different. Deep in the
heart of a dark matter nebula the conditions were
perfect. All that was necessary was the catalyst. 

At the boundary of quantum and classical physics there
are things that can't be explained by our current
level of knowledge. Scientists working on string
theory have had to postulate multiple dimensions and
multiple universes in order to make the math work.
Things seem to pop in and out of our universe and
change dimensions. One of the mysteries of the
universe is how matter and energy change state. We
know they can, Einstein showed their equivalence. But
we don't really understand how or why. This part of
our universe was about to get a demonstration. The
trigger was a state change of a small amount of
anti-matter from one dimension to another dimension.
For a fraction of an instant, the density of the area
was equivalent to that of a frozen star. This created
an interaction which pulled anti-matter from a
separate universe through a `hole' in the space-time
continuum into our universe. The dark matter of one
universe met the anti-matter of the other universe.
The anti-matter met with the dark matter of our
universe at the boundary of the `hole' in space-time
sliding through different dimensions and universes as
they interacted, pulling matter and anti-matter
together, annihilating each other and becoming energy,
an incredible form and intensity of energy which
existed in eleven dimensions and two universes at the
same time. That was the catalyst.

In a fraction of a second the energy released ripped a
gaping hole in the space-time continuum of both
universes and the dark matter of our universe changed
state, dimensions and universes with the white matter
of the other. The energy released blew most of the
matter outward into space as the `hole' in space-time
warped the fabric of the continuum sending ripples,
like a flag waving in the breeze, through the 
substance of space-time. But it was enough, creating
in that moment an entire spiral galaxy of stars. It
wasn't quite as spectacular as the Big Bang, but it
wasn't all that different either. Scientists on earth
were about to learn that the creation and destruction
of matter and energy, which they had assumed only
existed at the quantum level, could occur at the
galactic level as well. The merging and then violent
separation of two universes and twenty-two dimensions
unleashed a burst of energy never before witnessed or
even considered possible in the post-Bang Universe.
That energy, of a type previously unknown to man, went
rushing outward through space at speed c.

*****

On Earth, a group of college physics students were
re-creating a famous experiment to measure relativity.
They had one detector on the top of the San Gabriel
Mountains and a second detector at the base of the
foothills in Pasadena. The two detectors were designed
to measure the decay in particles as they moved
through the earth's atmosphere. If Relativity was
correct, the particles raining on the Earth at .9998
times the speed of light had a different internal
clock; their time moved at a different rate than the
clock on earth. If the students were measuring, let's
say, a thousand particles a minute at 12,000 feet and
they degraded at a certain rate, then they could
calculate that only say two hundred would reach the
surface at Pasadena. But if the particles internal
clock moved at relativistic speeds, slower than
earth's clock a result of the v squared over c squared
function, fewer would degrade and a higher percentage
would reach the second detector. The students were
duplicating the experiment as part of their graduate
physics class. They were watching the detectors and
noting that the results were 700 an hour, showing that
the particles in fact were running on a different
clock.

Their detectors went crazy. The dials maxed out. The
professor jumped forward staring at the dials as they
bounced, fidgeted, and then died only, to max out
again. Nothing could make the instruments act that
way.  He had never seen or heard of anything like it.
His students watched his face turn to surprise and
then worry. He had earned his PhD at MIT, done his
post doctoral work at Cal Tech. If he was worried then
they were worried. They exchanged startled glances but
no one said a word as their professor sat, chin in
hand, and stared at the gauges his pencil twitching in
his nervous fingers.

All over the earth, particle detectors, gamma ray
detectors, all kinds of detectors went crazy. Cloud
chambers turned completely opaque and stayed that way.
But they weren't measuring gamma rays, or any
elementary particle seen before. It was some new type
of energy, unexplained, immeasurable. The lower bands
of the electromagnetic spectrum, radio and microwave
were mostly unaffected. But there were some anomalies.
Cell phones were completely useless. After the initial
panic, productivity rose 10%, accidents decreased 10%,
stress levels dropped 100% and people could enjoy an
evening on the town without some rude bastard taking a
call in the middle of a movie or nice dinner.
Unfortunately, the civility only lasted a few weeks,
until cell phones started working again.

Current instruments couldn't interpret or even
accurately measure the energy. It seemed to be both
wave and particle, but neither. Our technology simply
wasn't up to measuring the eleven dimensions that the
energy burst was oscillating through as it hit the
earth. Scientists the world over could see that Earth
was being bombarded by something that acted like every
type of energy and particle there was, but it wasn't.
It was something new.

Several times in the history of Earth, the planet had
suddenly changed. Looking at the fossil record,
scientists knew that great changes could occur in life
on earth in a very short time span, while for long
periods very little change occurred. There were
theories, meteor impacts, sun pulses, volcanoes but no
facts to explain these sudden changes. The earth was
about to change... but people didn't know it.

The intense radiation bathed the earth for two weeks.
The Aurora Borealis glowed so brightly that it could
be seen during the day and spread as far south as the
equator. Everything was affected. The energy
penetrated deeply into the earth's crust. Detectors
buried miles deep went crazy. Nuclear submarine crews
watched as their instruments showed emergency
conditions, initiated safety shut downs of their
reactors, only to find nothing wrong after the two
weeks had passed and the strange storm receded.

Scientists worldwide tried to fathom what had
happened. They noted the new Galaxy where nothing, or
so they thought, had been before. The new Galaxy was
expanding from a small core and spinning at an
incredible rate, hundreds of times faster than our
galaxy. But even in the first two weeks they could see
the expansion and spin slowing markedly as the
tremendous energies of creation bled off into the
universe. Energies were being released, but these were
the normal energies scientists had measured before.
Nearly the entire electro-magnetic spectrum and
particles of all sorts were streaming from the new
galaxy. But what was the unknown energy that had been
released in the creation of this new Galaxy? What had
we experienced?

Deep in the human body, changes occurred. The
mysterious energy had been attracted to the second
human X chromosome. In a matter of days every woman on
earth was different. It took a while for the fact to
become apparent. The hundreds of thousands of genes
that made women different from men had been affected.
An interesting aside, Pan Troglodyte, Chimpanzees,
share 98.5% of their DNA with humans. Whereas, men and
women share only about 97.8% of their DNA. Really, a
woman is closer to a female chimp than she is to a man
on a genetic level. Of course, women could reverse
this analogy. In a genetic sense men and women really
are a separate species.

People were slow to understand what had happened, but
on the molecular level, women were now different. The
chemical processes of life changed. The way their
brain used various neural paths changed. The way their
glands produced hormones changed. The way their bodies
functioned changed. These small elementary changes
began to affect women in profound ways. Their
behaviors, desires, even thoughts began to change. In
a week people were noticing. What had taken evolution
10,000 generations to mold changed in a few weeks.

*****

Women had always had the upper hand in the battle of
the sexes. Every woman knew she could have sex if she
wanted it. All she had to do was let a man know. Now
she might not get the exact man she wanted, Sean
Connery could only handle so many women, but she could
have sex if she wanted. This had been true for so long
that it had become part of the structure of women.
They could afford to be picky, and they were. As long
as women held a monopoly on pussy they ran the world,
and in their very genetic material, they knew it. The
superiority of women in the battle of the sexes was
ingrained into every culture on earth, no matter how
valiantly man had attempted to fight. Men had to beg,
pander and pay through the nose just to get a whiff of
that glorious, desired, longed for, obsessed over
pussy. Men would gladly give their most precious
possessions, gold, diamonds, money, self-esteem for
the experience of pussy. Women controlled all of that
pussy and they knew it. 

*****

Two guys were talking over coffee. Like most guys,
they were more worried about who would win the
football game than if the world was coming to an end.
If their team lost it didn't matter if the world did
end.

"Look, we got the best line in the division. As long
as Jimmy has enough time to throw we can score 30. We
win," Harv said.

"We gotta stop the run. If they hold the ball for 40
minutes it don't matter. Jamal has 900 yards already.
We gotta stop the run," Matt responded.

"Yeah." There was a pause as they sipped coffee. "My
old lady has gone crazy," Harv said. Matt raised his
eyebrows and took another sip. "No really. I mean off
her rocker." Looking quite serious, he spoke quietly
getting Matt's attention. "Three nights ago she comes
to bed. Doesn't even turn out the light and says, `You
wanna screw?' I bet she ain't asked for sex in five
years. Just like that, `You wanna screw?' I nearly
shit. Of course I say, `Yes.' She reaches out and
grabs my pecker, gives it a few yanks, gets me hard
enough and then sits on it. I'm wondering who the hell
this is in my bed. It sure as hell ain't Joan. Christ,
usually she looks like she'd rather be reading.
Anyway, she gets herself off, rolls away and she's
snoring."

Matt shook his head and was about to say something
when Harv continued, "The same thing happens the next
night and again last night. I tell you, we ain't had
sex three days in a row since our honeymoon. I think
her brain's been taken over by an alien. You know,
like something outta them weird movies."

Matt looked around the coffee shop before leaning
forward, "You're not shittin' me are you."

Harv said, "On my hope that we win the Super Bowl."

Matt looked at him, he was serious. "Harv, I wasn't
gonna mention this but two nights ago Cheryl sends the
kids to bed and leans over and grabs my crotch. I
mean, the kids weren't even in their rooms yet. She
goes down and starts giving me a BJ like she's
starving. She ain't put my dick in her mouth in ten
years and then she always acted like she was doin' me
a favor. As soon as I'm hard she jumped in my lap and
we go at it. I cum and she don't stop. She just keeps
going. Last night, she dragged me to bed before the
Tonight Show even started. I missed the monologue.
Just like you say, we ain't done it two nights in a
row, since I can't remember. Shit, once a month has me
feeling like I gotta confess to Father Pat for being a
sex fiend." They both laughed. Then they were quiet,
wondering, `What the hell was going on?'

*****

George was in his hotel room going over the sales
figures for the Western Division. Oregon was doing way
better but Idaho was falling off the graph. Second
year in a row, he thought to himself. Maybe it's time
for a change. The manager of Idaho might have to go.
There was a knock on his door. 

Michelle, his boss, entered. "You still working?" she
asked.

"Yeah. I'm looking at sales figures for the Western
Division. Idaho is in trouble, again," he said.

"You're working too hard, George. All work and no play
makes for a dull boy. Tell you what. Turn off your
computer and we'll figure out how to have some fun,"
she said turning away from the window.

"Michelle," he said slightly exasperated. "I have to
get this done or Sam is going to roast me."

"Let me worry about Sam. You work for me, not Sam. I
can take care of Sam. You scratch my back and I'll
scratch yours," she said.

George was confused, "Michelle, Sam is going to be
pissed if I don't have those numbers in the morning." 

Michelle wandered over to where George was sitting.
"Like I say, I can take care of you."  She put her
hand on his back and stroked down lower until her hand
was on his ass. 

George bounced out of his chair as if it were
electrified, "MICHELLE!" 

Undeterred, Michelle followed. "Like I said, you take
care of me and I'll take care of you. You do want to
take care of me, don't you?" She trapped him against
the wall of his room and pressed against him. "Don't
you?"

"I'm married," he said feeling the blood rush to his
cock.

Michelle pressed against him, feeling the new bulge.
"Hmm, I like the feel of that. I'm married too, you
know. But unfortunately they are in Dallas and we are
here in Seattle. It's raining in Seattle and there's
nothing else to do. Besides, what they don't know
won't hurt them, now will it? If you don't tell I
won't tell." She leaned in and pressed her lips
against his.

`I am being sexually harassed,' he thought as her
tongue fought its way between his lips. Enough blood
had run into his cock so that his brain was becoming
oxygen starved. His tongue responded. Michelle started
to rip at his clothes and hers. He helped and as soon
as their clothes were off, she was pushing him onto
his back on the bed. She mounted him, her pussy
already sopping with arousal, and sat on his cock.
Their coupling was fast. As soon as Michelle hit her
climax, she rolled off leaving George unfulfilled.

"Michelle, what about me?' he asked.

"Oh sorry," she said rolling back toward him. "Maybe
you could handle it."

"What?" he asked.

"You know," she said. "Hand-le it."

George couldn't believe she intended to leave him this
way. "Maybe you could use your mouth," he said
hopefully.

"Don't like the taste," she said. She got out of bed
and started to dress. "Maybe you can work on those
numbers for the morning. You're right, Sam can be an
unpleasant bastard. See you in the morning," she said
as she headed for the door.

George stared at his deflating hard-on as he heard the
door close.

*****

At the division meeting the next day, one of the women
from sales hit on him over lunch letting him know she
still had her room available if he didn't want to
attend the afternoon session. He considered it for a
second but decided against it. This was just too
weird.

After the afternoon session, he headed to the airport.
It was midnight by the time he made it to Dallas, a
long day. Paula picked him up at the curb. "Hi Hon,"
he said leaning over to kiss her.

"I'm glad you're home," she said. "I've missed you.
Can't wait till we get home," she continued with an
unfamiliar leer as her hand slid up his thigh to
fondle his genitals. George felt his head spinning.
Nothing was right anymore. Everything was going
haywire.

At home, Paula dragged him straight to their room. She
started pulling his tie off, "C'mon, sweetie. Get
undressed. I've really missed you." She pulled her
dress over her head and quickly threw her bra and
panties onto a chair. He was standing still, watching.
"C'mon, let's get in bed." He couldn't move. Paula
came over and started to undress him. He cooperated on
auto-pilot. 

Once he was undressed, she pulled him onto the bed and
started kissing him passionately while reaching for
his cock. It came flooding in, the night in the hotel
and he started to cry. "Paula," he gasped.

Exasperated she asked, "What?"

"We need to talk," he said.

"Can't it wait?" she asked.

"No. It's important," he said. She nodded clearly
wanting him to hurry as she continued stroking his
cock. "In Seattle, something happened." He paused.

"Yes..." she said.

"Michelle... she sexually harassed me," he rushed to
say.

"She what?" Paula asked.

"She sexually harassed me," he said with more
conviction.

"What did she do?" she asked.

"Well, she came to my room and let me know that I was
supposed to support her, you know scratch her back. We
were talking about some lay-offs in Idaho and she
kinda hinted that my job wasn't secure. And then she
trapped me against a wall in the room and grabbed me
and started kissing me. I was worried about you and
kids. I didn't want to lose my job," he said
remembering the events in a very convenient manner.

"That bitch," Paula spit. "Then what?"

"Well, she ripped off my clothes and pushed me on the
bed and just mounted me. I mean, no foreplay or
anything. She had her climax and just left. Didn't
even say thanks or anything. I didn't enjoy it. I
didn't even cum," he said. "I'm sorry."

"That slut, thinks she can steal my man." A pause and
then Paula cooed, "It's okay, sweetie. I'll show you
who cares for you." Paula kissed lower until she had
his cock in her mouth. She smiled and she slurped it
up. He was quickly hard. She mounted him and started
fucking, "Yes, baby. I'll make you cum. I'll show you
what a real woman can do." Paula fucked him hard,
squeezing her vaginal muscles on every down stroke,
waiting for him, wanting to please him, to win him.
She watched intently as her lover reached his climax,
letting herself go as he came. She felt him pour into
her as her own climax rose. "Oh Fuck," she screamed,
her climax roaring through her body. 

She collapsed over him. "There," she said pleased with
herself. "That's what you needed." She petted him for
a few moments. "And you tell that dyed blonde bitch if
she touches you again I'm going to rip the top of her
head off and shit in the cavity. You got that?"

George stared at his wife, a stranger. He nodded.

"Good. It's late." She rolled away turning out the
light and covered herself with the blankets. She was
asleep in minutes. George slid under the covers and
thought about the last few days. He wondered if he was
going nuts.

******

Greg arrived home a little late. Work was a real bitch
these days and he was tired. Bambi met him at the door
with a glass of wine, easing his transition into
relaxation. Damn, but she was beautiful, he thought.
They had been married five years but he was still a
little awed by her. He still couldn't believe he had
scored such a beautiful wife. She was a perfect wife,
obviously in love with him. He had seen her emasculate
guys with a cutting barb at parties if they came on
too hard. The sex could be better, sure. He would have
liked to be a little more adventurous maybe but he
sure wasn't going to screw it up by pushing hard. He
was happy.

Dinner was candlelit accompanied by soft music. He was
working on his second glass of wine and feeling the
slight buzz.

"Greg," she said.

"Huh?"

"I know you have been disappointed in our lovemaking,"
she said.

"What? Oh no," he protested. "Really, I like it."

She smiled, "I didn't say you didn't like it but I
know that you have hinted at some things you might
like."

Greg had no idea of the right answer to her comment.
This was worse than if a woman asked, does this dress
make me look fat? Of course what she said was true but
he knew from past experience how quickly she could
blow up if he pushed her on the topic of sex,
especially `dirty' sex, which is how she described
most things beyond the familiar man over woman, face
to face, hurry up sex. He was like a deer in the
onrushing light of a freight train.

Bambi continued, "I know it. It's okay. I've been
thinking about it and I think you're right. We could
use some spice, a little variety." He smiled wanly
still having no idea what to say. "I've read that men
have certain fantasies..." She paused looking into his
eyes. "All men have them - Like having two women at
once." 

He swallowed, it couldn't be happening. She wasn't
really going to propose a `m�nage a trois' with
another woman.

She wasn't. "I would like to please you," she said. He
nodded, now smiling. "But..." she continued.

His heart skipped a beat. `Nooooo... don't take it
away,' his mind screamed.

"I'm not sure I would be ready to do that right away,"
dangling the carrot. "Maybe after," she said.

"After what?" he asked.

Excitedly Bambi leaned forward and told him, "I think
our first three-way should be with another man, then
we could maybe have one with another woman." Seeing
the look on his face, she continued. "You don't have
to do anything with him. It would be more like both of
the men and the woman. That way I could be more
comfortable with the whole idea. What do you think?"

*****

Women were used to having their emotions whipsawed by
nature and didn't think anything was unusual. Most
women never noticed they could be pit bulls with
lipstick one day and love doves the next. But men knew
something was up. The bars were full of women on the
make. Aggressive women who picked up men and took them
back to their place and then kicked them out, politely
of course, once they had their way. Married men knew
something had changed. They started talking to each
other and quickly found out that it was affecting
everyone. That's when they started talking about it
openly. The women pooh-poohed it at first, until the
volume of the stories reached epic proportions. Then
it couldn't be ignored.

The medical community was stunned, the scientific
community was stunned. There was no way to explain
using current science what had happened. Scientists,
politicians, pundits, preachers, and laymen all
watched as their wives, mothers and daughters
underwent a transformation before their eyes. Was it
the end of the Human species? Only time would reveal
that answer.

*****

The scene was a bar, neither dingy nor ritzy. Two
women were sitting and nursing their drinks. The first
one checked her cell phone - no calls.

"Damn. I haven't had a date in three days," Clarisse,
who used the professional name of Barely Legal Amber,
said. 

Tara, known as Yvette and who affected a bad French
accent on her answering machine, looked around the
bar. "It's all these sluts giving it away," she hissed
malevolently.

"I'm not going to make rent if this keeps up,"
Clarisse whined. "And I have tuition due in September.
How am I going to stay in school?" Clarisse wasn't
fortunate enough to be `disadvantaged' as defined by
the government. Nor was she rich as defined by
anybody. That meant she was on her own. Her first
semester in school, she realized she had no hope of
making it through four years of college working at
Burger King. A want ad, Make Thousands of $$ a Week
had led to Adorable Escorts and her first `date.' It
wasn't as remunerative as promised, but she was making
enough to make it through college and have some
spending money.

Tara took another sip and said, "I know. I have rent
and pre-school due on the first. How am I gonna pay
it?" Tara had a four-year-old, little formal
education, and no job skills. The only thing keeping
her off welfare was her booty and her part time job
stripping at Centerfolds. The club used to be full on
Friday and Saturday. Last weekend, the only people in
the club were the dancers, the bartender, the
bouncers, and two guys with hygiene problems so bad
they couldn't get a date to save their lives.

The women commiserated as they watched the single
women, and a couple of married women prowling the bar
looking for their conquest that evening. How did they
stand a chance of selling pussy when every guy had two
women chasing him trying to give it away? 

*****

The sex-for-sale industry wasn't the only disreputable
industry affected by the change. It was a bad time for
attorneys. Their lifeblood of specious sexual
harassment lawsuits dried up. Women were no longer
interested in suing. They were much more interested in
settling existing lawsuits and pursuing the men who
were `harassing' them. Generally, the men were sorry
after the women put them to the test. It's one thing
to whistle at a women knowing she's going to keep
walking. But when she comes over, grabs your crotch
and then laughs in your face saying you don't have
enough to please her in front of your buddies. Well,
the wise quickly learned to keep quiet. Of course, men
hadn't changed. No self respecting man wanted to admit
he needed legal help in handling a woman. Their
self-image wouldn't allow it except for the very
weakest of men. So this particularly repellant breed,
tort attorneys, had to return to ambulance chasing.

Advertising took a beating as well. Sex sells only
when it's suppressed. When men were getting enough
real sex, the subliminal sex in most advertising left
them cold. It just didn't matter. What were the beer
companies going to do to sell their watered down horse
piss when men turned away from their beer ads which
were actually selling two semi-nude women? They sure
didn't have anything else to sell. Americans started
drinking real beer. It was a sad moment when
Budweiser, Coors, and Millers all declared bankruptcy
on the same day. Too bad that no one even noticed.

It was bad enough in the developed countries; in the
theocracies of Islam it was as if Hell itself had come
to earth. Imagine, women demanding sexual pleasure.
The response from the religious and political leaders
in all too many cases was brutal. Many women suffered
the ultimate penalty. People often assume that
different societies must have the same expectations as
theirs. Of course, nothing could be farther from the
truth. Westerners didn't understand that many women in
Muslim countries preferred the chador and the veil and
felt protected by the laws of Islam. They didn't feel
suppressed, until now. A social system cannot stand
when one gender opposes it uniformly. It is one thing
for an Imam to demand certain standards when he can
show that his family upholds them. When every woman in
his family opposes him, publicly, his authority
quickly vanishes. The contest was violent, but short;
the outcome was never in doubt. Women always have
ruled in the privacy of the home; in the family is
where all really important decisions are ultimately
made. And now, women spoke with one voice. When his
mother and wives and daughters started demanding, in
many cases more than any man could supply the old
patriarchal system of Islam crumbled. The men who
couldn't accept the new were shunted aside, left to
ignominy and scorn by the women. It was a humbling
experience for the men - an experience that would take
a generation for the men to recover from. 

*****

Evolution had made men the chaser and women the
chased. Women had always been chased and then selected
her mate from among the chasers.  All of society's
delicate machinery, customs, laws, and ethics were
molded by this simple fact. In a moment, by
evolutionary standards, that delicate balance was
broken. Now women became the chasers. But men hadn't
changed. They felt they should be chasing and women
should be chased. When women no longer ran, when they
turned, leered, and said, `Come on sailor,' men were
thrown for a loop.

The adaptable are those that survive in times of
stress. It was true during this crisis. Some men
adapted and some fought the change. But fighting
biology is like fighting gravity. If you let go, that
glass is going to shatter when it hits the floor.
Those men who tried to make their women into images of
old were left by the wayside. Their genes would be
left out of the breeding pool. A new equilibrium would
quickly be achieved. The Earth was going through one
of those inexplicable bursts of change. 

*****

Mike was sitting in the bar of the local Mexican
restaurant waiting for a table. His wife, Lana, was
out `with the girls.' Except he knew she wasn't with
any girls. She'd be home late tonight with a smile on
her face and she'd be horny as hell from her
adventures. Mike wondered what it was about a little
fling that made her so ravenous. But she always was
when she returned. They had quickly reached a tacit
understanding; no entanglements, nothing that would
endanger their assets or health, but if either wanted
a little extra-curricular fling, the other would
gracefully not notice. 

So Mike had come to the restaurant for dinner. He
would go home after dinner knowing he would need to be
on his game to provide the required service when she
got home. He was looking forward to it. It would be
hot and passionate.

"Anybody sitting here?" a voice asked.

He turned to see an attractive woman standing by the
empty chair next to him. "No, I don't think so."

"Mind if I sit?" she asked.

"Be my guest," he said.

She sat down and extended her hand, "Christine."

He shook her hand and responded, "Mike. Pleased to
meet you."

She ordered a drink and continued the conversation
with Mike. When the hostess appeared a few minutes
later, Christine pointedly kept Mike's eye as he
readied to leave. "Would you care to join me?" he
offered.

"Thank you. I would," she said standing.

During dinner, Christine kept steering the
conversation to erotic topics, for instance asking
Mike about his fantasies. By the time dinner was over
Mike was pretty sure. "I hate for the evening to be
over so soon," he said.

"No reason for it to be over," she said. "We can't go
to my place. This is my husband's balling night. I
mean bowling night. He'll be home any time now. Any
ideas?"

Mike considered it. Lana wouldn't be home for hours.
What the heck. "Would you like to come to my place?"

"Love to," she said. 

When they arrived, Mike opened the door and led
Christine into the house. As he walked in following
Christine he was shocked to see Lana sitting in the
living room. Lana smiled and said, "Sorry dear. The
girls stood me up tonight. I see at least one of us
was going to have a good night."

Trying to keep from swearing Mike said, "Lana, this is
Christine. Christine, my wife Lana."

"Pleased to meet you" 

"And you"

"I was going to show Christine my CD collection. We
had a great discussion of classic CDs," Mike offered.

Lana just let that hang in the air. Having made her
point she said, "Well, this is interesting. So
Christine, I take it we both are interested in the
same thing?"

"CDs?" Christine asked with a smile.

Lana laughed before looking at Mike. "Honey, would you
please quit looking so shocked and sit down. I'm
afraid you are going to pass out." 

Mike obeyed, still dreading the outcome of this scene.
He and Lana had reached an unstated agreement not to
ask the other about their separate evenings. But this
was something altogether different.

Lana looked at Christine and smiling said, "I think I
know how you feel. Disappointed?" Christine nodded
slightly. Lana had a look of commiseration. Then she
shocked Mike. "I know Mike has always fantasized about
this. Would you like to share him tonight?"

Christine looked surprised and sat on one of the
chairs. "You're serious?"

"Don't worry. He's up to it," Lana said laughing.

Christine looked at Mike, who blushed, and back to
Lana. "I've never..."

"Me either. Well?" Lana asked.

"I can't say I haven't thought about it. Okay,"
Christine said.

Lana stood and motioned to Mike, "I hope this is fun.
C'mon lover boy. We have work for you," she said
winking at Christine who stood and joined arms with
Lana. They headed off down the hall giggling. Mike
jumped up and followed them to the master bedroom.

Once there, Lana pulled Mike into a passionate kiss.
She was unbuttoning and pushing off his clothes.
Christine watched for a moment and then joined in the
disrobing. When Mike and Christine were nude, Lana
turned him around as Christine pulled him into a kiss.
Lana started throwing her clothes off. 

Mike and Christine fell into bed where Lana quickly
joined them. Christine pushed Mike onto his back and
mounted him like a cowgirl on her first pony. Lana
hoisted herself onto his face. Mike pulled her pussy
down onto his face. 

Lana had never seen another person having sex. It was
a tremendous turn- on watching Christine fucking
herself on Mike's cock. She reached out and started
teasing Christine's nipples bringing a moan to her
lips. Then she did something she would never have
thought of doing, but the eroticism of the moment
overcame her. She leaned forward and kissed Christine.


Christine was surprised, but she was riding her own
cresting pleasure drive. The kiss made it even better.
She extended her tongue and the women were kissing in
earnest. 

Christine hit her climax first, moaning and shivering
as wave after wave of pleasure surged through her
body. Lana was enthralled watching another woman
climax. It was incredibly sexy. 

As her climax ebbed, Christine fell to the side. Lana
saw Mike's cock standing up and quickly moved over his
hips. She lowered herself onto his shaft filling her
pussy with his cock. She moaned as she felt her pussy
expanding to let him in. "Oh lover," she moaned. 

Mike and Lana had been married long enough that their
lovemaking had assumed a sameness. They had done
everything many times, and some of the excitement had
disappeared. But the addition of Christine changed the
dynamics. Mike felt himself excited like he was a
teenager again, but with the control and experience of
maturity. Lana too felt the experience heightened by
the addition of another woman. She had been turned on
watching Christine climax. Her own climax was fast
approaching as she fucked herself on Mike's cock. 

Mike thumbed her nipples, adding one more level of
sensation into her body. Lana felt it crest and then
burst throughout her body. Mike watched as the reddish
blush covered her chest, her head thrown back as her
hips gyrated wildly on his. "Oh GOD!" she screamed.
There are no atheist cums. The Japanese believe you
touch God at the moment of climax. Maybe that is what
Heaven is like, one long never-ending orgasm.

Lana fell forward, her pussy still spasming on his
cock. Mike looked at Christine as Lana's breathing
returned to normal. Christine was smiling at him her
hand slowly moving over her pussy.

"Not satisfied?" Mike asked smiling.

"I was," she said, "until I watched her cumming. That
got me horny again."

Mike rolled Lana to his other side and then rolled
back to Christine. "Let's see if I can help out."
Christine pulled him into her arms and kissed him
deeply. Mike settled between her legs, lined up his
cock with her pussy and slowly settled into her body,
his cock easily moving into her wet channel.

Christine moaned as his hips met hers, body rubbing
against body. "Damn, yes," she said. "Fuck me." He
did.

Mike started a slow even stroke, nine deep and seven
shallow in the ancient Oriental rhythm. The slow
shallow thrusts teased Christine and made the
following deep thrusts even more exhilarating. Half
way to climax already from watching, Mike's cock
quickly brought her close to the edge. Mike sensed her
approaching climax and shifted into high gear,
thrusting hard and deep into her clasping pussy. 

Mike felt her pussy spasm around his cock, milking it
as she climaxed. He felt his balls tighten and then
explode as his cum blasted from his cock and filled
Christine. Their moans blended together in the
electric air of the bedroom as their bodies slammed
together, each seeking the ultimate. 

One last thrust and Mike was spent. He fell onto
Christine, struggling to hold himself up as his
strength was used up. Finally, he rolled to the side.
Christine rolled to his side resting her head on his
chest.

"Thank you. I needed that," she said.

They heard a moan and both looked over at Lana who was
furiously rubbing her pussy. Lana saw them watching
and moaned, "What do you expect with that show you
just put on. And him all used up," she said looking at
his shriveled cock.

"Poor baby," Christine said smiling. She rose to her
knees and crawled over Mike's sprawled body, settling
between Lana's spread legs. "Maybe I can help."

"Yes," Lana pleaded.

Christine's tongue lapped at Lana's pussy, teasing her
before sliding the length of her slit and lapping at
her clitoris. Lana's hips jumped at the contact.
"Yessss..." she hissed

Christine looked up at Mike and said, "Not bad. I see
why you guys like to do this." She sucked Lana's pussy
and lashed Lana with her tongue. Lana's finger, were
convulsively grabbing at the sheets as her pussy
pushed up at Christine's pleasure giving mouth.

Mike rolled toward the women, leaned down, and took
one of Lana's nipples in his mouth. She moaned from
the new sensation. With the two of them attacking
Lana, she quickly reached her second climax. "GODDDD..."
she screamed her body bucking. Christine had to hold
on as she continued lashing Lana's clitoris until Lana
fell back exhausted.

Christine, her face wet with Lana's spendings, looked
up at Mike who had a grin splitting his face. "Nice."

Christine moved up; she and Mike kissed before
collapsing on the bed. Mike licked the leftover pussy
juice from her face. 

They were lying in bed, the orderliness of bed clothes
destroyed by the vigorous activities of the evening.
Mike had a silly grin on his face. Lana looked at Mike
as she snuggled up behind Christine, who was between
the two of them. "Well lover, did the reality live up
to the fantasy?"

Mike extended his hand and took Lana's. "It was better
than any fantasy I ever had."

Christine turned her head back until she was looking
up at Lana. They kissed. Then Christine said, "It was
better than any fantasy I ever had too. I never
thought about being with a woman before. Thank you."

Lana kissed Christine again. "Me too, lover." She
smiled at Mike, "Thanks for bringing your girlfriend
home."

Mike started to sputter a protest, but Lana was
already laughing at him. "Hrumpf," he said.

Lana wrapped her arms around Christine and teased her
breasts. "Mike sweetie, would you mind if I had
Christine over one night, just the two of us?"

"Without me?" he asked.

Christine's nipples were responding to the teasing as
they darkened and grew. Fascinated, Mike watched for a
moment and then thought about what Lana had really
proposed.  He felt vaguely uncomfortable with the
idea. Hell, it wasn't too bad having to go out without
Lana. Most nights he'd score with some woman. But his
wife? 

Lana saw the thoughts crossing Mike's face. "Jealous?"
she asked.

Mike looked at Lana, her hands slowly teasing
Christine's extended nipples. He nodded. "I suppose
so," he said.

"Is it different you being here?" she asked.

"Yeah."

"But you haven't acted jealous the nights I've gone
out," she said.

Mike considered that. "The truth is, I haven't thought
about it. I've only thought about what I was doing. I
guess I am jealous."

Lana and Christine exchanged a look. Lana looked back
to Mike, "But Honey, I'm not jealous of you." 

Christine nodded her agreement. "I'm not jealous of my
hubby's balling night, I mean bowling night." 

The three laughed for a moment. When they quieted,
Mike looked thoughtful and said, "You're right.
There's no reason for me to be jealous."

Lana smiled, "Good." Then looking at Christine, "Next
week?"

"I'll see if I can fit it into my calendar," she said.
"But if you keep tweaking my nipples..."

"Can't wait?" Lana asked.

"No." Christine pulled Lana's face to hers and they
kissed, their hands roaming over each other's body.

Mike watched as the two women began making love. He
thought about it. Lana had always been so jealous.
Since the Change, she wasn't anymore. Isn't this what
his fantasies were always like?  He looked over and
saw Lana between Christine's thighs, her face buried
in her pussy. He heard Lana look up and say to
Christine, "Your turn." Anytime he had watched a scene
like this in a movie he had been turned on. Now,
watching the reality, it was different. His wife.

Reality and fantasy collided in Mike's mind. He wanted
just this scene for so long. And yet, when it was here
he didn't want it. But he did. 

He remembered one of the first times Lana had told him
to go to a bar and find himself some fun. When he had
protested, she had snapped at him, "Isn't this what
you always wanted? Quit bitching." He had remembered
the old adage, be careful what you wish for. You just
might get it.

The scene with the two women making love began to have
the surefire effect. His cock started to rise and the
thoughts began to flee. `Oh well,' he thought. `Things
could be worse.' Mike always was adaptable. He rolled
toward the women, rose to his knees and moved behind
his wife. He lifted her ass in the air and thrust
himself into her. Lana moaned as his cock speared her
pussy, but she didn't miss a beat licking Christine's
pussy. Mike smiled. He had wanted that new plasma
screen TV. Maybe he could wheedle that out of Lana in
exchange for being somewhere else that night. Yeah, he
could make a shopping trip the price for disappearing.
About time guys turned the tables. A big smile crossed
his face as he exploded in Lana's pussy. About time.




*****

To my gentle readers:

I can't decide if I've written about a Utopia or a
Dystopia. I guess it's for you to decide...

The Author



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