Lucy laid beside her husband. His enhanced cock pulsed a steady stream of cum that she lazily sucked down while massaging his balls. Her mind flitted from one idea to the other. She thought of all the people in her life who would receive her gift. Most of them would be grateful. A few might be hesitant. Those could wait, she thought. Pulling her mouth away from the spewing cock, she wiped her lips and rolled back to her husband's side. Her hand stroked David's cheek as she plumbed his thoughts, curious about her husband's thoughts more now than she ever had been before her change.
David's mind was caught in a loop of unbelievable pleasure. Lucy hoped that some semblance of her husband might recover, a sentimental thought. The man lying beside her was built for pleasure, not conversation. She let her hand drift down his broad, muscular chest to rest on the wet spot above his twitching cock. She plunged further into his thoughts, finding something active beneath the flurry of orgasmic bliss. She saw herself there, standing in the door of their bedroom as the transformed goddess. Touching that thought gave her husband a shiver and a fresh gush of cum splattered on her hand. She smiled and pushed further.
"Oh, David, you naught boy," she whispered, seeing his perverse fantasies. "Why did you never mention any of this?" she asked. She saw herself chained up with a ball gag in her mouth, her bottom smacked red by a now discarded paddle, David's pre-enhanced cock dripping in front of her face. She moved on, finding the roles reversed. Her old form sat on top of David's restrained body, tempting him with her pussy only a few inches from his cock. "Perhaps this is all you ever wanted," she mused looking at his rigid body. "I could add some restraints, but I think they would be a little superfluous now."
She flew through all the naughty thoughts her husband had ever conjured up. More than a few of their high school English teacher buzzed past. Lots more of Lucy in various positions, outfits, and toys. She stopped on one of Jillian. A deep ember of resentment flared within Lucy. Jillian was the secretary at David's job. It didn't surprise Lucy to learn that he'd fantasized about pushing her over the desk and shoving his cock in her ass, but it would have infuriated the old Lucy. Now it was just a fun little game that she could play.
Climbing off the bed, she grabbed David's phone from the dresser. Scrolling through the messages, she found an old one sent to Jillian. They apparently had lunch together, despite not mentioning it to Lucy. The ember in her grew, turning from a low anger into a subtle rage. Jillian had her own husband, why did she need to go around tempting everyone else's. Lucy opened the message and paused. How to best approach it? She walked back over to David, her wide hips swaying with luscious flesh. She reached into his mind and searched for regular thoughts about Jillian. It did not take long to find the answer to her question.
She opened the message and typed, "Lucy is gone. Can you come over?" With a small chirp it sent.
Within moments, the reply came, "OMW."
Smiling, Lucy went to her husband, "David, time to get up. We have a guest coming." She touched his thigh and his body relaxed, the flow of cum stopping. "Go take a shower, then clean up this mess. We want to make sure not to spook her too soon."
***
Jillian's stomach fluttered the entire drive. Sam wouldn't miss her, so that didn't worry her. David said that Lucy was gone, so that didn't worry her either. She wasn't even sure it was worry that kept her stomach churning. Plain excitement had her arms feeling like jelly and her hands sweating on the wheel. She and David had been dancing around the idea for a year. She'd long stopped loving Sam, looking for any reason to leave him before the alcoholism completed its grip on him. David wasn't the same, she knew. He still loved Lucy, but that was a minor problem. Jillian liked Lucy too. They'd been such a sweet couple when they got married and little had changed, but sometimes a little was enough. Jillian knew how hard it could be to stay loyal while young. She'd had few opportunities to test her resilience, until now.
And she was happy to give in. It was a mistake. It would cause an untold amount of problems for her, her job, her marriage, David's marriage, and life in the small town altogether. But none of that would matter once they were together. She more than thought it, she believed it with her soul. David's caress and kiss would absolve her of mistakes, take away all her worries, and set her spirit free once more. Jillian didn't consciously consider these ideas, she simply believed them down to the core of her self. It made ignoring the problems simple and the consequences a distant dream that could never actually come to pass.
The sight of lights in David's bedroom set off a new wave of jitters. Her car rolled down the gravel driveway and came to a stop in the patch of dirt that served as parking. Another cold sweat hit her as she looked at Lucy's beat up old hatchback. For the first time, she considered that this might be a trap. David's message had not said anything to indicate it was actually him. Jillian briefly considered throwing the car into reverse and getting the hell out of there. But no, this was her only chance. Her world had narrowed down to this point and this point alone. To go back would be to abandon all hope of potential happiness, at least in her mind. She turned off the car and got out.
Her legs wobbled as she walked up to the front porch. She peeked in through the blinds, fully expecting to see Lucy lounging on the sofa with David nearby, head in hands with guilt, but she saw no one. She paused to smooth out her clothes, adjusting her top to show off her cleavage. She knocked and waited without breathing.
The man who opened the door looked only vaguely similar to David. At first, Jillian thought she had the wrong house. The more she looked at him, the more similarity she saw between the David in her head and the David in front of her. Bit by bit, the old version faded away, replaced by this new god of a man. He hadn't bothered to put on a shirt and he smiled broadly at her as he stood propped against the door. Her eyes drank in his tan, sculpted body. Visions of it holding her filled her mind and she started to get wet. "You came! I'm so glad," he said, his voice a little deeper and smoother. She barely heard him because her eyes had drifted down. David had on a pair of pajama bottoms that hugged his hips tightly. He seemingly had on nothing else because she could see the full outline of his cock pressing against the front right pant leg. And what a cock it was.
"Of course," she managed to say, suddenly dumbfounded about how to greet him. A hug? A quick kiss? Nothing seemed right. Thankfully, he stood aside and let her into the house. Stepping past him brought a whiff of warm, buttery cookies, nearly causing her to swoon. The whole house reeked of it and it was starting to drive Jillian wild. She turned around as he shut the door. His back looked even more inviting than his front. Broad, muscular shoulders that rippled with even the slightest movement. How could such a perfect man be in this little out of the way backwater? "I'm so glad you texted," she said. "I've thought about asking you over dozens of times. Where, uh, where's Lucy? I know I shouldn't ask, but her car is out front."
David gave her a warm smile and put his hands on her shoulders. The scent grew even stronger and she started to think it was coming from his skin, oozing out like an oil that might cover her bare shoulder. "She's at the neighbors. She won't be home for a while. We have plenty of time."
Worry cut through her haze of lust, "At the neighbors? She could be home any minute! Oh, what were you thinking? This just isn't —"
He cut her off by pressing his lips against hers. All worries vanished and she melted against him, feeling his strength wrap around her. More pressingly, she felt his cock stir and press out against her thigh. His kiss was wonderful and deep, nearly causing her to collapse in her arms. Breaking apart, "Would you like to go to bed with me?"
She could only nod as he took her by the hand and led her down the hallway to the bedroom. Her thoughts snagged on the discarded flower petals shoved off to the side of the bed, but she couldn't be too bothered. It was finally happening and it was better than she ever imagined. David sat on the edge of the bed, his cock pressing hard against his bottoms. He positioned Jillian in front of him and smirked at her, looking from her eyes to his cock. He pulled down his bottoms and the massive cock sprang free. A thin trickle of precum already oozed from the tip and it made Jillian's mouth water. It took all her willpower not to drop to her knees and slurp him into her mouth immediately. She wanted to pace herself though, make it all last. She took a step back from him and unbuttoned her jeans, letting them roll off her hips as she wiggled her ass at him. David grunted, his hand moving up and down the massive cock while he watched her.
