Dear Cassandra,
I leave you my grandmother's ring, an ancient heirloom passed down through generations. Your mother begged me to destroy it rather than leave it to you. She was sure that it is cursed, but I suspect it is cursed only by the fears of men, and not from some intrinsic evil - unless all witchcraft be so. I have never dared wear it myself, being content with my life, but you may find it brings you fortune in need.
All of my love,
Katherine
*
Sue studied her husband, George, as he gazed out through the front window. There was a longing in his eyes that she had not seen for a long time - for decades, perhaps. Once upon a time, it had been her that he had looked at like that. Back when she had had an elegant figure free from the aches and pains of advancing age, and unblemished by time.
No doubt she had looked at him like that too, but the endless energy and enthusiasm of youth had given way to the responsibilities of looking after children and too many long hours of hard work. The kids had flown the nest now, and they had the house to themselves, but retirement and freedom had failed to rekindle the excitement of youth.
Until now. Sue watched, amused, as George adjusted his trousers. If nothing else, it proved he could still get an erection. She supposed she should be jealous that it was another woman he lusted over, but she doubted it would lead to anything. And besides...
And besides, she too often found herself lost in admiration for their new neighbour. "She's beautiful, isn't she?" Sue said, curling her arms about her husband's waist.
George jumped guiltily. "What? No. I was just -" He fell abruptly silent as Sue's hands caressed his hard cock through his trousers.
"It's okay," she said. "I like watching her too."
Outside, their neighbour was in conversation with someone. A builder, probably. They were looking up at the eaves and pointing. She had bought the house two weeks previously and must have been spending a small fortune on decorators and furniture. There were people in and out every day.
Sue moved round in front of her husband, her back to him, her bum pressing back against the tented material. With a moan of lust, he reached round to grab her breasts, mauling them roughly in a way he hadn't done for years. "Take my bra off," she said, as she tugged at his belt.
They were both out of practice, but they soon managed to strip away the major obstacles. They stood pressed together as before, wearing only shirts - enough to conceal what was visible through the window, should anyone glance their way.
"I can't believe we're doing this," she said.
"Shall we go to bed?" George asked, his voice neutral. His cock, however, pressed urgently between her cheeks.
"Just do it," she said, and guided him to her entrance. She was wet. Incredibly wet. It still hurt her as he pushed in roughly, clumsy with impatience, but the pain gave way swiftly to pleasure.
He was only part of the way in. They had never done it standing up before, and she had to bend over slightly and adjust her stance before George was able to thrust his full length into her, but once this was achieved, he pounded her with vigour.
It felt wickedly sinful. Even with their shirts on, anyone looking their way would have been in no doubt about what was happening. The passion of her husband's assault on her was something she had missed for a long time, and she prayed he would sustain it long enough to satisfy her. She resisted the temptation to touch her clit and to hasten her climax. She wanted it to last.
She didn't care that it wasn't her that had inspired his sudden ardour. It was their new neighbour. Cassie. Tall and slender, with long, golden hair. Beautiful enough to be a model, or a porn star, even, given the size of her perfectly shaped breasts.
Exactly the sort of woman that would normally arouse Sue's jealousy, except this time... Sue had never been attracted to women before, but this time she found herself wanting to suckle on those breasts, and wondering what it would be like to spread those elegant legs, to taste a pussy wet with desire for her.
"I'm close," George said, panting with the effort of maintaining his rhythm.
Sue knew it was Cassie he was imagining. She wondered what it would be like to watch her husband really fuck their neighbour. To see his cock pulsing as it unloaded deep within her. To see his cum dripping from those delicate, ravished lips.
To taste George's cum in Cassie's desire-wet pussy...
George thrust harder than ever, his cock thickening as he climaxed. Sue cried out with pleasure as her own orgasm washed through her. Feeling the cum spurting from her husband's jerking cock, she imagined herself to be her golden-haired neighbour...
... just as her golden-haired neighbour glanced round and up, through the window, directly into Sue's eyes. The shock of it was electric, but it served only to intensify what was already an incredible orgasm.
George pulled out of her and staggered away in search of a seat, and Cassie returned her attention to the builder, albeit with a noticeable smirk. Sue, satisfied but far from finished, retreated to the bedroom and sank onto the bed. Scooping her husband's cum from her tender pussy, she lost herself again in the fantasy that it Cassie's young pussy she was tasting on her fingers.
"What's wrong with me?" she whispered, laughing at her own absurdity, but it wasn't long before she climaxed again, and a third time, all the while thinking of her extraordinary neighbour.
*
Cassie stood in front of a long mirror, still not quite able to believe it was real. That she was real. That any of it was real.
After a long cruel year, starting with the loss of her parents and finishing with the loss of her aunt, and very nearly losing herself in the middle, suddenly everything had changed, and in the most magical way.
Quite literally so.
At the point where she had nothing - no friends, no family, no money, no hope - she received one thing. A ring. And a note with it, from her aunt.
It was silver ring that gleamed as if recently polished, and was marked with a design that looked maybe Celtic. Bemused and intrigued by her aunt's note, Cassie had slipped the ring onto her finger, fully expecting her fingers to be too thick for it, and had been surprised therefore when it fit perfectly.
"Cassandra," sang out a voice. "Cassandra!" A chorus of voices, laughing and singing. Merry voices, playful and loving. "What would you ask of us? What does your heart wish for? Three wishes can we grant this day."
"To be beautiful," Cassie said at once. Assigned male at birth, and never having been able to afford to transition, she had resigned herself to her ugly and too masculine appearance, but in her heart... she longed to be beautiful. To look like the woman she knew she was.
*
Joe followed the superhot babe around the house, nodding along at her suggestions. He'd only dropped by to give a quick quote - he had other jobs that needed doing - but she had persuaded him to start straight away. She'd even handed him a thick wad of cash for the work before he could change his mind.
There was just something about her. Her breasts, for one thing, that called out for his hands to cradle them. Or to be squeezed together while his hard cock drove between them until his cum was unleashed. This recurring thought kept stirring his cock to life, so that he was constantly trying to adjust his trousers when she was talking to him.
In seven years of marriage, Joe had never once been unfaithful. He had been sorely tempted on occasion, but wore his wedding band almost as a talisman, a reminder of what truly mattered. But this woman... Every time she looked at him with her big blue eyes, he felt as if she were provoking him somehow, as if she wanted him to tear off her clothes and give her the fuck of the century.
