A bewitching tale of a husband that agrees to be temporarily magically transformed into a woman for his wife's pleasure. In return she will grant him his fantasy threesome.
Note
- Due to the events in this story, some character's pro-nouns tend to become purposefully fluid in places. Hopefully this won't make it too difficult to follow along with.
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1.
Darrin and Samantha
Darrin and Samantha had been married for five years. In most respects it was a normal loving relationship, apart from the slight difference that Samantha happened to be a witch.
They had originally met on a blind date arranged by a mutual friend. Darrin had almost declined the offer, as being in his mid-thirties, he hadn't been on a date in years and was a little nervous about starting again, especially with a blind date. Luckily the mutual friend had been insistent. The friend told him not to worry, "Samantha" was nice, he would like her.
Still a little nervous about making a fool of himself, he finally agreed to go.
They agreed to meet at McMann's, which was an upmarket bar within the Tate Hotel. It was fairly quiet, tastefully decorated and Darrin had occasionally taken perspective clients there to relax after busy meetings.
Darrin walked into the bar not knowing what to expect. By agreement, their mutual friend had sent Samantha a photo of him, but he himself was going in blind. He fully expected that she either wouldn't turn up, or more likely take one look at him and quietly leave without making herself known.
But just then he noticed a woman waving franticly at him from a corner booth, and she was actually smiling directly at him.
Darrin couldn't believe it, she was gorgeous!
A part of him wondered what a woman this beautiful was doing resorting to blind dates, when she could obviously have the pick of any man she wanted. But there was also another part of him that was worried that he would mess up his one and only chance with such a beautiful woman.
As it happened, they hit it off immediately. Darrin wasn't much of a conversationalist, so had been a little worried about running out of things to talk about. Instead, he was amazed at how much they had in common, movies, music, a love of the outdoors, it was like they had known each other for years. Samantha even confessed that she had been a bit nervous about tonight, as she also hadn't been on a date in quite some time either.
The evening flew by, but all too soon it was time to leave. It was getting late, and they were some of the last customers left in the bar.
Darrin hesitantly offered to walk Samantha home, hoping not to sound too forward, but then had to hide his relief when Samantha smiled brightly at him and gladly accepted his offer.
Standing outside of Samantha's place, things were a little awkward as both of them tried to work out what to do next. They were both rusty when it came to dating and weren't very good at picking up the subtle signals. Finally, Samantha asked if he wanted to come in for a cup of coffee?
Darrin thought that sounded great, and the two spent the next few hours just talking and laughing together.
It was the early hours of the morning before Darrin decided he had better leave as he had work the next . . . correction, today. He didn't even attempt to try and hint about staying over at her place, as the evening had gone so much better than he had hoped that he didn't want to risk blowing it now. Instead, as he was leaving he hesitantly asked if Samantha wanted to meet up again, possibly at the weekend, possibly going out for a meal?
Darrin was ecstatic when Samantha suggested,
"Why wait for the weekend? What are you doing tonight?"
They parted with the briefest of kisses, but as far as Darrin was concerned it was the best kiss he had had in a very long time.
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Over the next few months love bloomed between Darrin and Samantha. It was the happiest time of his life. Surprisingly, the same appeared to be true for Samantha. He still found it difficult to believe that such a beautiful, intelligent, talented and funny woman would be single, much less have an interest in him.
A year to the day that they had first gone out together, Darrin finally plucked up the courage to propose to Samantha.
Darrin had been extremely nervous, but nothing could have prepared him for the reaction he received to his proposal.
He was hoping for happiness from Samantha, maybe even joy. Instead, the main emotion from Samanta seemed to be resigned sadness.
He began to panic. Had he done something wrong? Was she about to tell him that this had all been a terrible mistake and that she never wanted to see him again? What could it be?
"Before I answer you, there is something you need to know about me."
She said in a subdued quite voice.
All sorts of scenarios were going through Darrin's mind, but none of them seemed to make sense. He knew that Samantha was reluctant to talk about her past. Judging by her large house and her elegant lifestyle, and the fact she spent her days "volunteering", he suspected that she might have come from a wealthy family, but he had always been too reluctant to pry. Besides, he wouldn't care if she was as poor as a church mouse, he loved her.
"I can't imagine anything that you say will make me love you any less"
, he reassured her.
She looked up at him with a brief look of hope before sadness descended again at the thought of what she had to tell him.
"I'm a witch."
Given an eternity to guess, Darrin would never have imagined that this was what Samantha would have said. She was the most sensible levelheaded person he knew.
"A witch? What with magic and spells and potions type of witch?"
She looked down, and in a barely audible voice replied,
"Yes."
Darrin didn't understand. Samantha had a great sense of humor, albeit a little warped at times, but if this was a joke, he wasn't getting it.
"I don't understand."
Samantha looked up, her nose gave a funny twitch and she pointed towards a dining room chair. It immediately began to gallop around the room on its thin wooden legs, three times around the room before jumping over the couch and then obediently trotting back to its original position.
Darrin was in shock and speechless. He was vaguely aware that his mouth was hanging open in surprise, but currently his brain was too busy trying to process what it had just seen to worry about that.
"Well, knowing what I am, do you still want to marry me?"
Samantha spoke with resignation. She had been in similar situations before, and each time she had revealed her true self it had gone badly, often very badly. Some of the guys in the past had said her being a witch didn't bother them, some had even been excited by it, but in the end none of them had been able to come to terms with what she really was, and it always ended in tears.
"Of course I still want to marry you! Don't you understand, I love you."
So it was with a massive amount of hope, and just a little bit of trepidation, that Samantha happily agreed to Darrin's proposal.
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2.
Darrin Makes a Deal
It was now five years later, and Darrin had found that being married to a witch had its up and downs. On the upside, Darrin and Samantha were even more in love with each other each passing year, however, on the downside he found their very infrequent arguments could get a bit "unpredictable".
They had only ever had one really bad argument. There had been shouting and there had been angry words that really should not have been said by either of them. The argument concluded of with Darrin suddenly coming to believe that he was a shoe cleaning machine and had spent the next hour sat in Samantha's closet, licking clean all of her shoes with his tongue.
Afterwards, Samanth had been extremely ashamed of herself, and was in floods of tears, convinced Darrin would leave her because of what she made him do. Darrin had consoled her and reassured her that (despite the lingering taste of shoe polish on his tongue), he would never leave her over something so trivial. In return she promised to never ever do anything like that ever again. Nonetheless, from then on Darrin had always been very careful to consider Samantha's point of view whenever they had a "difference of opinion".
But above all else, the number one thing Darrin had leant about being married to a witch was that you had to be
very
careful what you wished for.
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It was a lazy Sunday morning and they were lying in bed. Darrin was lying on his back with his hands behind his head, Samantha was lying against him with her head resting against his shoulder.
Darrin was distracted from his daydream when Samantha asked what he was thinking about. He had actually been recalling one of his favorite sexual fantasies, but he didn't want to admit that to her.
"Um, nothing",
he replied as casually as he could.
"Hmm"
, Samantha had a lecherous smile on her face, she reached down and cupped his groin.
"The way your boxers are tenting tells me it is more than just "nothing". Spill it, what are you thinking about?"
"Uh, just daydreaming. A bit of a fantasy. Nothing much."
Darrin was hoping Samantha would drop the subject, but he suspected it was too late for that.
Samantha propped herself on her elbow so she could look Darrin in the face.
"What sort of fantasy?"
she asked with a grin of wicked amusement.
Darrin was reluctant to admit his fantasy to Samantha, but experience had taught him it was a bad idea to try and lie to her. Besides, he was finding it hard to think of an excuse as she had reached into his boxers and was currently gently stroking his cock.
"Weellll, um, I was imagining, me and you having, um, well . . . a threesome."
Samantha's face lit up with a broad grin.
"Oh, you kinky man."
That was rich coming from Samantha. In the six years they had been together Samantha had proved to be far more sexually adventurous than he had. At times it was all Darrin could do to keep up with her sexual appetites and her stamina for sex seemed to be boundless.
She was stroking his cock harder and faster now.
"So, this threesome fantasy, is it just a fantasy, or is it something you would want to try?"
She was staring intently at him now, genuinely interested in the answer.
The sensations emanating from his cock really was making it hard for him to think.
"Um, well, ah, ah, well, I wouldn't mind, hmm, trying it one day. Ah! But it's really just, umm, an idle fantasy"
Without slowing the stroking of his cock, Samantha studied Darrin with a curious smile on her face. Then it appeared that she had made a decision.
"Well, if you are horny enough to be thinking of kinky fantasies, you should be horny enough to show your wife a good time."
