Six months later, I was out of town for an extended contract. I was going to be gone for four months, and only able to come home one weekend a month. Meridian was going to compensate me well, and Debbie and I thought the extra money would allow us to take a long, first-class vacation to China and Japan. We figured that we could cope with the extended separation. I missed the first weekend because I was too ill to travel, and she couldn�t come visit me due to work issues of her own. That Wednesday, she bought a webcam, and I watched her play with Heather, power and all. When the project was almost over, Debbie thought I�d enjoy it if the two of us reclaimed Heather for a weekend. As the entranced girl walked towards me, arms outstretched and eyes vacant, I saw the sparkle in my wife�s eyes; she knew how to make me happy. When I finally came home from that trip, I found Debbie reading a very thick book. ��Fundamentals of Developmental Biology in Humans�?� I asked. �Since when did you become so interested in medicine?�
She put the book down and replied, �Ever since I figured out that I am making�something�change in people�s heads�like I did to Mr. Scary, and Nancy. I think I�ve altered their brains somehow. I was thinking�that maybe I could change things in bodies, too. But I needed to understand how it works first.� I gave her a curious look. �While you�ve been away, I�ve been� practicing,� Debbie sheepishly admitted.
By now, I was used to Debbie testing the limits of her powers while I was away. I trusted her to make good decisions regarding consequences�or maybe she�d controlled me into thinking that. It didn�t matter, because if it was one big mind control induced illusion, it meant that she cared enough to give me that illusion�and a fairly elaborate one at that. She had told me on several occasions that I was still her mind-control teacher, although she had long since surpassed the limits of my imagination with her abilities.� �So what have you learned this time?�
�Well, I started working on it when you were on that long trip�� Whatever it was, she apparently felt compelled to detail the history of this specific exploration of her powers, but interrupted her introduction to suggest that we �go into the bedroom,� Debbie also made sure I was sitting down before continuing her explanation. �� So anyway, I got thinking about what you�n�me did to Nancy, and how you helped me�realize a part of my fantasy. I know it was the best you could do, and I loved you dearly for it�but it wasn�t quite everything I wanted.�
I looked at her strangely, thinking, she�s had me do it for her, been able to dildo-fuck someone to orgasms, what else is there?� She resumed, �So I wanted to see� if I could�ummm�ummmm�� Her voice trailed off. I waited for her to finish, but Debbie seemed to be at a complete loss for words all of a sudden, and my patience began to wear. Finally, sounding frustrated with her inability to express herself, she urged, �Well�look.�� She dropped her sweatpants, and revealed�a penis. Not a dildo. Not some cosmetic approximation. I gaped, scared to touch it. �It works n�everything,� she said with an excited smile, sounding very pleased with herself. �I�ve already tried it out on Heather. I�m not so good at using it, though,� Debbie complained. �She didn�t cum, and I came too quick.�
My turn to be speechless. Absolutely. I couldn�t figure out how she did it, but I knew that wives did not have real flesh-and-blood penises. I instantly lost any sexual interest in her, and I wasn�t interested in any explanation. I turned away, feeling ill, and I barely heard Debbie call my name as I stood to flee. Then I stopped moving, turned around, and sat on the bed, fully aware of the command, and Debbie�s direct use of her power to make me come back. I felt a little more ill at the thought of what else she could command me to do. �I didn�t know that it would freak you out so much,� Debbie apologized, �I�m so sorry��
I know that I babbled senselessly for a time, but I have no idea what I said. I begged Debbie to pull her sweats up. She did, seeming genuinely concerned about my mental state. �I thought you�d be happy for me,� she whined, obviously upset that she�d miscalculated the effect of her�revelation.
�You�re my wife! You�re supposed to have babies! We�ve�fucked�and now, it�s not there!� I cried, still close to hysterics. �How the hell do you think I feel? How would you react to it if I suddenly had a pussy instead of a penis?� Her eyes glazed over for a moment, and I immediately realized that I had said the wrong thing.
�Ray,� she commanded, �calm down.� I felt the hysteria drain from my psyche, and although I knew it was her doing, I welcomed it. At the same time, I worried what else she was going to do. Oh, god, here it comes� �Sometimes, you can be so dense,� she grumbled. �I can change this.� I was so shocked that I passed out.
I woke up to see Debbie watching me with a concerned look on her face. �Boy, what a weird dream I had,� I said. �I dreamt that I was on a business trip and when I came home you had changed into�� Debbie loudly cleared her throat. �Oh,� I peeped.
�Ray, I can change this,� she repeated, waiting to see if I would pass out again. �It takes about a week. Changed back after playing with Heather the first time.� I was incredulous. �I was curious, OK? And then I read about how it happens in like fertilized eggs and I learned how to�work with that.�
�You can really be a girl again?� I weakly asked, sweating profusely.
�Yes, Ray,� Debbie sighed. �I just�convince those cells to regress back to that in-between state, and then I like�flip the switch. That�s usually the Y chromosome�s job.� She leaned closer, and I moved away. �Had no idea you were so�homophobic,� she sadly began.
�No,� I countered. �I�m not homophobic, just heterosexual.� Do you have any idea what it�s like to find out in one instant that the woman you�ve been married to for six years has changed into a man�at least sexually?�
�Oh. I hadn�t thought about it that way,� she admitted. �I was just thinking that you might like to fuck Nancy with me. Or better still, Heather.� She saw the look on my face and cut me off, �No, smartass, she�s still a girl. Very much so.� She looked down. �And I need lessons on how to use this thing,� she complained. �It�s not as easy as it looks. Just going in and out a few times and I�m ready, and she hasn�t even left the starting gate.�
�First few times, every guy�s�almost instant,� I explained, and her face lit up with comprehension. �You usually don�t care with young boys because they�re ready again right away.� �I forced myself to point at it.� �Does it�do you�can��
She nodded quickly. �Oh yeah. Haven�t tested the semen sample yet. Thought about seeing if Nancy could have my baby,� she grinned evilly, �but then I decided that it wouldn�t be a good idea for the kid. I�m pretty sure that I�d be all X sperm, and I have no idea what all might be�abnormal. As abnormal as I am.� Debbie sat back. �But I�m not sure that any kid of mine could be raised by anybody else. I don�t know if this mutation is genetic and can be passed on, or if I just drew the lucky card.�
�It would not be good for a child to be able to mind-control his or her parents,� I noted.
�Exactly. So� I just kinda spray as far away from somebody else�s womb as I can.� She moved to kiss me on the cheek, but I gave an instinctive jerk, causing her to sigh unhappily. �I guess I shouldn�t have done this,� Debbie sadly said. I told her that a little�no, a LOT of warning would have been good in this situation. �Well, at any rate, I fixed you a nice dinner. Will you eat with me?�
�As long as you�re�dressed,� I replied.
Dinner was excellent, our conversation less sterling.� Debbie was wearing her normally dazzling and lust-inspiring black dress, trying to keep me from dwelling on the fact that she had male parts, but only partially succeeding. Every time I thought I�d gotten over it, I would look at her, have a flashback from earlier, and any conversational momentum would fizzle, along with any sexual thoughts. It didn�t matter that we�d been away from each other for a few months, with only one weekend of sex in the middle, or that I had been thinking of wild sex with her when I walked in the door. My brain absolutely refused to let go of the sight of her with a real cock.
After a silent dessert, Debbie went to the bedroom and returned with her longest holder�normally, that would guarantee that I was going to nail her enthusiastically within 5 minutes of her finishing her cigarette.� As she exhaled deliberately, carefully, inviting me to watch, I did. Her eyes full of come-hither, her devilish smile at its most beguiling�and I was completely soft, without a hint of sexual interest. This did not make her happy at all. She immediately lit another More in the holder, again posing in a manner that had always provoked an eager response, but I felt nothing, and it showed. �I�m sorry Debbie,� I apologized, �I guess I�m just too weirded��
�Fuck this,� she growled under her breath, interrupting my apology. �Ray,� she purred, �Watch me. Watch me and remember everything you find sexy about me when I smoke like this for you.� I opened my mouth to say something, but it died in my throat as my wife resumed, �And right now, that�s what�s important. It�s almost as important�� Debbie took a fetching, posed drag, and I felt�something--stir for the first time since coming home. ��as the fact that we�ve been separated from each other for over a month, and we�ve missed each other terribly.� Yes, it had been a long time since I�d been with my sexy wife. �And now the two things I just talked about are going to grow in importance to you, and to me, until they are the only things that matter to you right now.�
I was hard and almost at a boil for my wife by the time she finished her second cigarette, holding her free hand up during the last few drags to signal that she did not want to be attacked at the kitchen table, my obvious excitement notwithstanding. Debbie stood, deliberately turned away as she sent her final exhale through pursed lips, drawing a lust-filled peep from me, and husked, �Do me in the ass.� She sashayed into the bedroom; I followed while leaving a trail of clothes in the hall.
She was already on her hands and knees when I got there, and pouring lubricant carelessly between her cheeks. I took the bottle from her, sprayed some on my very erect cock, more of it landing on the bed, positioned myself, and rammed into her without restraint, her sphincter slamming shut around me almost immediately, making it difficult to move. Debbie grunted, tossed her head back, and urgently hissed, �Ohhhh! Yesss! Fuckme!� I was about to pull back and piston into her again, but she dreamily cooed, �Like you like to do it�� I began to pull slowly, steadily backwards, regaining control of myself enough that I remembered how we liked our anal sex. The crazed initial mindless thrust was forgotten, and my hips moved back and forth, giving Debbie shallow strokes that increased in their length, but not their deliberate pace, as her asshole relaxed to accommodate me bit by bit. Soon, I was all the way in, my hips silently meeting her wonderfully round, generous ass cheeks.� �Ohhh� ohhhh� Ohray� Oh Ray� Oh�.� Her voice began to rise in pitch, and I quickened my pace. �Ohmigod� ohmigod,� babbled Debbie, and she balanced on one hand, leaning forward, inviting me to go deeper. Her free hand went to work and she immediately drew in a long hiss of breath as her body wobbled dangerously.
I reached around to play with her pussy as I always did when she was on her way to her peak and my hips froze in mid-thrust because my hand felt something unusual, abnormal, something out-of-place. I gasped in horror at the realization the unfamiliar contact had spurred forth. I started to pull out, softening by the microsecond�
�No,� Debbie softly commanded, �I want you to remember the important things, how we do it, how we feel about it, how�sssss�� She hissed as I moved forward, hard again, and growing. She purred her approval, and began to pump in time with my hips, and the sensitive tingle that indicated my ascent to orgasm appeared. I sped up my thrusting, first coaxing, then demanding more feeling through my erect cock, and I began to pant in time with my efforts. �G-g-gobacktowhatyouweredoing!� she urgently huffed, and my hand began to move, then it formed into a fist of its own volition, muscle memories trained since the beginning of puberty taking over for cognitive thought, my hand moving faster as my orgasm approached, moving faster and with a lighter touch to amplify the sensation�! My breathing got louder as the inner heat began to arise, almost to the point of no return I was striving for with my hips and my flying fist. Suddenly, Debbie�s voice went down an octave and her hips began to quiver. I felt something surge in my palm as Debbie screamed, raw and guttural heralding her release, and unveiling a sickening realization�but only for an instant. My cock erupted into my wife�s ass, and both of us gasped and groaned with each delicious contraction deep inside, sending a blissful burning through our two erect lengths, all the nerves throughout both our bodies singing loudly in unison, rapturous.
We collapsed onto the bed with simultaneous gasps of exhausted exhilaration, panting loudly for a while, unable to speak. I was having a hard time thinking. Suddenly, Debbie�s face appeared above mine and we were kissing hungrily, needful, communicating the intensity of our desire�and then her re-developing erection touched my leg. I felt my face drain of all color, my heart began to race even faster as the panic arose and I went to say something� �Don�t panic, Ray,� Debbie coolly said. My rising anxiety stilled, my heart rate slowed, and I stopped sweating.
I looked at my wife incredulously, �How could you��
��And please don�t be angry with me,� she pleaded. �I missed you, I missed being with you. Really bad.�
�You mind-controlled me into�into�� Denied panic and anger, I could only feel disbelief at the betrayal of trust.
She leaned on her elbow, looked directly into my eyes, and said, �I am your mistress, Ray. You will obey me. Remember how exciting control is? I like it, and I want you to be my slave right now. You must obey me. Say it.�
Somewhere I heard myself say, �Yes� Mistress. I�will�obey you,� and strangely felt a little twinge of excitement at being controlled, yet feeling�content and safe in my forced submission. Debbie smiled, commanded me to relax, laying on my back, and arranged herself to give me head. My cock responded eagerly to her ministrations, becoming hard within a couple of minutes. She lovingly, caringly, fellated me, burning a sense of the depths of her desire into me with her eyes as her head bobbed slowly. �Not yet,� she softly grinned, her mouth moist velvet alternately sheathing and releasing my length. Strangled sounds of pleasure began to escape and my hips started to move. I thrashed on the bed as much as her firm hand would allow, her tongue flicking around the rim sending me past what would normally be the point of no return, but her control over my mind and body would not yield. She stopped, regarding me with tenderness in her half-lidded eyes, lightly rubbing my oversensitized cock causing my hips to quiver uncontrollably. Debbie gave me a smile, and plunged to the root, working the broad of her tongue against my balls for a few seconds, only to release me to the air. She effortlessly repeated this a few times, and then leisurely bobbed her head over the rim and tip. I made a deep throaty growl, feeling an intense sharp pain deep within my nuts, and then released all the tension in my body with a blissful sigh.
It was sometime later that I was aware of Debbie leaning over me. A stray drop of my cum stood out on her cheek as she regarded me with tenderness. �I am still your wife, and still very much in love with you, and still very much fond of being female,� she whispered, brushing my cheek. �I want you to teach me how to use this, and then I will change back. Do you understand, Ray?�
�Yes, mistress,� I sighed happily in response. I felt her release me from the spell she had cast, and fell asleep almost immediately.
�So�can you�change other things about that?� I asked, curious. Heather was on her knees between us, fellating us in alternating strokes.
�You mean size and shape?� I nodded. She looked at me. �I don�t think so. I mean, I have what I have, and to change that� I�d have to mess with a whole lot more than sexual differentiation. Too complicated, and too� dangerous. Is that important?� I told her that she was a woman, and was better equipped to answer the question. �I dunno,� Debbie admitted. �I mean, as far as I�m concerned, they�ve all been big enough, except for one guy who was too small.� She spread her thumb and forefinger to indicate, reminiscing, �Yes, that was erect. It was kinda disappointing because neither of us was drunk at the time. I had hopes.� She told Heather to stop. �If she doesn�t, I�m gonna cum. I�m ready.�
I told Debbie that not all women were alike, and some were even different from one time to the next, and proceeded to tell her what Heather tended to like. Coaching my wife how to fuck another woman was a surreal experience. I figured that she had to have done something to me to allow me to play this part without feeling anything other than curiosity. Of course, the fact that she had trouble lasting more than two minutes tended to remove any eroticism. I asked why she didn�t do the same thing to herself that she did to me.
�I�ve tried,� she complained, �but I always lose control at a certain point. That doesn�t happen when I have a pussy.� The following weekend, I asked her if she minded watching, since the hand-on learning wasn�t working well, and filming us so I could talk about it with her later. Having been frustrated all week, Heather�s body was extremely responsive to my stamina, if nothing else, and she had several prolonged eye-rolling, hip-shaking, body-straining orgasms. For her part, Debbie masturbated, aroused by the sight and sounds of my somewhat detached fucking of our toy. Later, with Debbie�s help at controlling my body memory and arousal, I told her everything that I was doing�from my point of view. Aided by that little tutorial, and more practice, Debbie promptly increased her stamina, and the following Wednesday, she managed to get Heather to achieve a brief, quiet orgasm. Our toy was sore and fucked out, allowing me to convince my wife that rest was in order. Early Sunday morning, Debbie was finally able to resist the impulse to go faster and deeper, and she made Heather howl, fucking her with steady, slow, shallow strokes. This was now hot, and it was my turn to watch and masturbate.
I had thought that her fantasy having been satisfied, my wife would allow me to have non-anal sex with her. I was wrong. The next two weeks were spent with women Debbie picked up at nightclubs using her control, while I dissected her every bed move afterwards from the video. She came home late from work one night to find me brooding in the living room. �You�re not happy,� she said. �What�s wrong? You�ve been a little moody lately.�
�It�s been like shooting an endless secession of pornos without getting to have any sex,� I bitterly complained. �You�re so damn enamored over having a dick and figuring ways to make women cum that you�ve forgotten about me except as an accessory to your pleasure. You�re losing your humanity, Debbie, and this is how it starts, with just a simple lack of consideration. You�ll tell yourself that you�ll make it up to me, and you will, and the next time you�ll forget about me for a little while longer, the make-up time will be shorter, and it�s gonna repeat in a cycle until the make-up time is gone and I�ll be completely forgotten. Please let me go before that happens. I don�t want to be your permanent thrall. That�s not who I fell in love with, married, and�whose difficult changes I�ve embraced out of that love.� My piece said, I turned, grabbed my coat and headed out the door waiting for her to stop me with a command or to feel the touch of her mental control for the briefest instant before my mind was no longer my own, perhaps to return to cognizance sometime later�or never again.
I wound up sleeping in my office that night. Debbie hadn�t stopped me from leaving, much to my surprise. I didn�t feel any overwhelming urges to do anything out-of-character, so it appeared that she hadn�t yet laid a booby trap to my mind. I made sure that she was at work the next day when I went there to get a change of clothes and pack a bag, just in case I was being pushed aside or if she felt vindictive enough to do�something. I checked into a Residence Inn because the thought of what I might find when I went back to my home scared me shitless.
A week passed without hearing from her, so it was somewhat of a surprise when she called my cell phone one evening. �Hello, Ray,� she began. �As far as I know, I can�t control anyone over the phone, so I�d like to have a long talk with you. About me, and what I�ve become. And about you, and what you mean to me, and why I need you.� I allowed that she couldn�t control me, but the possibility of activating some trigger she�d planted existed. She seemed hurt by that, and she started to cry until she suddenly stopped and admitted, �Wait� no, I deserved that. I�ve lost your trust, and it�s my fault.�
�Debbie,� I interrupted, �it was how easy it was to forget about the consequences of your actions that made me run away. You just merrily marched down that path, controlling me through my objections, and once I was complicit, taking me for granted. I was only there to facilitate what you wanted. That string of women? Helping you realize your fantasy of being a sexually skilled male, and the orgasms most of them got from you weren�t from your consideration of their needs, it was just a byproduct of what you wanted.� I didn�t get anything. I stopped recognizing you, and saw an evil mind-controller in the making. I left hoping that you wouldn�t turn me into a vegetable or your permanent thrall, because that�s where we were headed.�
�But you�re my humanity,� she whined. �I couldn�t do that to you.� I told her that it wasn�t very far from benign ignorance to complete disregard of my existence. �I changed back,� Debbie cajoled. �Please come home tonight?�
�And what, lose my capacity for self-direction except at your whim? I mean, at this point, all I can ask is that when you take over the world, please leave me out of it?� I could sense that she was becoming increasingly frustrated with me, and decided to press my point. �If you really, really wanted to, you know where I work, and you can find me easily enough outside of there with a little bit of digging. Why don�t you just come over and fix it so that I come home and I�m back to being the attentive, loving husband you want me to be?�
�Because I�d know that you weren�t right!� she shouted.� �I�d know that it was me that made you do these things! And that�s the one thing I�ve always been able to rely on, is that you were being natural with me!�
�What�s the big deal?� I goaded, well aware that I might only have an hour to disappear before she could find me. �You get me the way you want me, one way or the other. Who cares if it�s natural or not?�
�I DO DAMMIT!�
�Only when pressed,� I calmly countered. �It�s just too easy for you now, Debbie, I�m sorry. Any promises you make today are like words written into a sandy beach. They can be washed away by the tide of your desires and whims.� I paused. �Right now, there�s nothing you�d like better than to come down here and make me see reason, and make me see just how much you�re sorry. Just use your power to do that, you�ll tell yourself. It�ll calm him down, and we�ll be back together again.� I heard Debbie gasp. �Caught you, didn�t I?� She hung up, and I packed quickly and moved out of the Residence Inn.
She called again the next day. �You weren�t at work.� I said it was a precautionary measure. �You�re right,� she admitted. �I�m dangerous. Where do we go from here, Ray? You�re still the only person that can stop me�as long as I want to be stopped.� I didn�t know. In all seriousness, Debbie asked, �Can I think on it and get back to you? There�s got to be a way to�fix me�to set some limits on this ability of mine.�
�If you find one, call me right away,� I said.
Two months had elapsed without any news from Debbie. She hadn�t visited my office, or at least had left no sign that she had been there, and she hadn�t tracked me down. I was feeling relatively safe, but had not started looking for new female companionship�if I pissed my wife off� That thought always inspired flashbacks of what she�d done to Nancy and Dickhead, and those made me shudder in terror. My cell phone went off when I was in Philadelphia on a client call. �Hey, can I call you back?� I asked. �I�m in a meeting.�
�I�ve figured out how to fix this,� was all Debbie said, and it was all that I could do to keep my mind on my job for the rest of the day.� I dialed her as soon as I got back to the hotel. �I�m so glad you called me back,� Debbie purred. �Being around here without you sucks.� I breathlessly asked her about her grand plan. �This is going to require some faith on your part, Ray. Faith that I can do what I say I�m going to do,� she urged and immediately, eagerly continued, �I�m going to�give you control of me. I�m going to put the weapon in the hands of someone who I trust not to abuse it.� If I begin to act up, then you, and you alone, have the ability to make me stop.�
�So where does the trust factor come in on my part?� I asked.
�You have to trust me in that I�m telling you the truth, and that I won�t be able to override this. I am not leaving myself an escape hatch. If I did, what would be the use in giving you control? You have to trust me enough to come home so that we can do this,� Debbie said. �I miss you. Power and no Ray means that I have no connection with anyone else on the face of the planet, not even Heather.� She paused, waiting for me to take this all in.
�Just how do you plan to do this? And why did it take you so long to come up with it?�
�I seem to remember that you had a magic phrase when I was�your slave.� I reminded her that she�d taken my ability to use it away.� �I can give that back, no problem. The hard part was figuring out how to change�my brain�so that I am permanently responsive only to you speaking that particular phrase. I think I�ve got it all worked out.� She became quiet, and after a while, continued, �If I don�t, will you stay, and be patient with me, and help me figure it out?� Her voice was the same as the shy, overweight, charming woman I had fallen in love with.
I suppose it was truly a matter of trusting her to be the person she wanted to be. Debbie hadn�t, as far as I knew, turned malevolent, and she certainly hadn�t been malevolent while I was there. She�d only revealed her potential for heading down the slippery slope to the dark side, as it were. There was a chance that as soon as I walked in the door, I would become her thrall, a favorite toy, at least until she got tired of me, and I didn�t know how significant that chance was. But I was still in love with her, and desperately wanted this to work. �I�m tired of living in hotels,� I declared. �I�ll be home tomorrow.�
�Residence Inn gets old after a while, doesn�t it? And they all look the same,� she replied. �Yes, Ray, I�ve known where you are, even if you did move three times in the last two months, and I could have come to get you�but I didn�t. And I think it�s sweet that you didn�t�find someone else.� Pick you up at the airport?�
�CS. DS. LO. Obey and Become. Ten-Gamma-Ten.� I watched in surprise and fascination as Debbie�s face relaxed into blankness, and she uttered a perfectly enthralled, �yes, Master. I obey.� I had to ask, even as the surge of blood ran to my cock. �Why did you choose to go into deep hypnosis for my control? You realize that you could have remained normal.�
�Yes, I know,� she replied, still entranced. �But it excites you and I am so horny for you right now,� was her hypnotically candid reply. �And I want to reinforce that you are once again my master.�
�You are unable to mind-control me, either directly, or indirectly from this moment on. Do you understand?�
�Yes, Master. I must obey.� It had been too long since I�d heard that from her smooth voice.
�I forbid you to change your genitals to male.�
�Yes, Master. I must obey.�
�When you come out of this trance, you will feel hotter and hornier for me than you ever have.�
�Yes�� she panted, ��Master!�
�Zero-close-zero.� When her eyes refocused, they turned white hot and my wife pounced me with extreme urgency. �I barely had enough wits after her initial lust attack to maneuver us to the bedroom�where we stayed until the next morning, save for a couple of breaks out of necessity.
Debbie idly played with my chest the next morning. I was completely fucked out, but enjoyed the sensation and attention nonetheless.� �Ray� can I ask you a favor?� I said sure�she�d earned it. �Let me�be able to grow my dick back�and there�s a reason I�m asking.� I openly wondered who was going to be the recipient of Debbie�s thrusts. She looked into my eyes with her blue ones flashing their strong attraction for me. �Ever wonder what a female orgasm feels like?�
I looked up at Debbie, her blue eyes fogged with lust and desire, stroking her cock. �Spread�em, baby,� she smiled, �I wanna fuck you long and slow, and I�m gonna make you cum so hard you�re gonna see stars.� I eagerly parted my thighs for her, feeling very, very wet. After the initial shock and humiliation of being a male with female sexual parts had faded, I had discovered what great sex felt like to a woman. As a result, my wife no longer had to beg me into playing this game with her, even though I could have stopped her at any point. �She teased me with her hardness, rubbing around my lower, very puffy and ready, lips, where my own cock and balls had been a scant week ago, and would be again.
We�d given into the temptation of her power, using it on Heather to turn her into our permanent fucktoy. Her tongue had prepared both of us (she gives great head, be it to a cock or pussy,) and now her role for the evening was done. She sat in the corner watching us with hunger, rubbing herself gently. She�d also been given Debbie�s �special treatment� once, when my wife had wanted to be double penetrated again, but didn�t want me to have to share with a stranger. For her part, Debbie had quickly figured out that she preferred being a girl for sex, and after my first orgasm, I understood why. Although she was at the point where she could switch our sexual anatomies at will, we also discovered that, without her active effort, our bodies couldn�t hold on to their alternate sexes for more than forty-eight hours before reverting to their original state. The amount of energy Debbie had to use in order to maintain two reversed genders wore her out and left her unwilling and unable to play. As a result, it became a spice instead of a main course.
I felt my wife�s hardness press against me and slip into my welcoming pussy, forcing a rapturous sigh from me as the world went blurry.� Debbie softly moaned my name in her own ecstasy, and I loved her more now than ever.