It started right from the first night my wife and I moved into the old dilapidated house. It was our third place in three years. What started out as a project for the two of us; we bought the worst house on the best block. We spent the better part of a year working hard together fixing everything that needed fixing. We put eleven thousand into that first house and at first it was going to be the place where we were going to spend the rest of our days. Little did we expect the knock on the door and the offer from a complete stranger. The offer was so grand we just couldn't pass it up. We made over one hundred thousand on the house in less than a year, we obviously had a talent for turning a run down home into something quite nice.
The place was in dire need of repair but it definitely had potential, I was surprised we actually got it as cheap as we did. I guess that should have been another sign something just wasn't quite right.
It was the first night in our new place and unlike the first two remodels we came in with a plan on exactly what changes and repair we were going to do. With the money we made on the first two residences we now knew we were heading into serious business, my wife even quit her full time nursing job to concentrate on the house repair.
We had a couple friends over for a house warming party and the booze was flowing. Maybe because we were both so inebriated or perhaps just the plain excitement of our new project that we didn't suspect that first night.
After drinking down our fifth pitcher of margaritas our friends went home and the wife and I went to bed feeling high. Usually we would make love but the both of us felt a little too drunk to actually engage in any sexual activity.
As I was sleeping I felt the most wonderful feeling travel across my body, it was a mixture of sweet summer breeze and hot moist tongue. I moaned at the intrusion, thinking it was just my wife crawling a top my body. I kept my eyes closed and welcomed the attention. We did that from time to time, one of us would in a half stupor rub on the other in the middle of sleep and we would end up making love. In the morning we would wake with the feeling of knowing we had sex but not quite sure if it happened or if it was a dream. We both enjoyed those dream state fucks immensely so I gave it no thought when I heard my wife moan beside me.
My wife was really on fire with her movements that night. It felt as if she had a thousand tongues and hands all manipulating my body in pleasure I had never felt before. It wasn't long before I was twisting and turning, my breathing became labored as I came so close to orgasm. Each time I was about to shoot my nuts off the feeling would calm down and let me recoup and then start all over again.
I decided to reach back to my wife, take her in my arms and thrust deep into her. When I grabbed my wife as she lay on top me I was first shocked, her breasts were twice their regular size. As I took her harden nipples in my fingers I heard her moan, confusion struck me because the moan didn't come from above me rather to the side of me where my wife normally slept.
