Note: I appreciate the feedback, both positive and negative. I understand these kinds of stories aren't for everyone, and that some aspects of the story are not original or unique. This is just an idea that I had in my head, and I wanted to try writing it down and seeing how it went. This is the first time I've ever written anything, and have no illusions that its a masterpiece. If it isn't your kind of thing, there are obviously thousands of other stories for you to enjoy, but maybe you will enjoy something out of your usual comfort zone. I take nothing personally, so respond however you see fit. Thanks for reading.
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We had a fun afternoon playing mini-golf, and went out for dinner afterwards. Randy offered to pick up the check, in thanks for our hospitality, and we grudgingly accepted.
"Its been great having you, and no trouble at all!" my wife said.
"Yeah, man, you are welcome any time, and its been...interesting."
We all laughed a bit at that, had a few drinks and made our way home. It was getting late already by the time we got home, and Amy had clearly enjoyed herself, blushing and giggling in the typical way she gets when she has had one too many. Amy and I went upstairs to our bedroom, brushed our teeth, and got ready for bed. I stripped down to my boxers, and she changed into her usual nighttime attire, a t-shirt and the silky panties she had worn to dinner.
"Mike honey, you can go to sleep if you want, I'm gonna get a glass of water and then I'm gonna..." she paused, looking at me and smirking, "suck that big fat cock again!"
I chuckled a little, agreeing that I was a bit tired. "Ok baby, enjoy yourself, but I'll wait up for you, ok?"
"Mmmhmmm" she replied, heading down to the kitchen to pour herself a glass.
I lay there, lamp on the nightstand on, thinking back on this crazy week, replaying in my mind what had happened this morning, the transformation that was going on with my wife...and with me. It felt like I had been laying there a long time, drifting in and out of sleep, and when I checked the alarm clock by the bed, I noticed that it had been almost an hour. What was taking her so long?
Just then I heard footsteps in the hallway, and my wife quietly walked back into the bedroom, her face red and flushed as was becoming the norm after her downstairs adventures. As she walked towards the bed, I noticed that, in contrast to the last several nights, she didn't appear to have any cum on her lips or face.
"Took you a while tonight, huh? Losing your touch? And I guess you must have swallowed it this time, eh?" I ribbed her, goodnaturedly.
She shyly looked down and and slowly shook her head. I was a little confused. She clearly didn't take it on her face, and she was telling me she didn't swallow it. It seemed very unlikely that after what I had seen, heard about and been apart of, that she would have spit it out, or made him cum on a towel or something.
"Did he finish on your tits?" I asked, my suspicions beginning to rise. Again she shook her head.
