Chapter 1: The First Wish.
Caleb loved fucking his wife.
Sunday nights were their ritual. No matter how long, how stressful the week was, Caleb always came home starving for her. And Emma -- sweet, shy Emma -- was always ready.
She was the perfect contradiction: a gorgeous, bookish good girl on the outside, but underneath, she was his filthy, aching little fuckdoll. She wore tight pencil skirts, silky blouses that hinted at the curves she hid all day, and by night, she stripped down to sheer lingerie, the kind that made Caleb's cock ache at just the sight.
That night, he took her hard, desperate, full of love and lust. He kissed her deeply, hands roaming her body, pulling needy moans from her mouth as he pressed her back onto the bed. He buried himself deep inside her, feeling the hot clench of her pussy as she wrapped her legs around him, heels digging into his ass, urging him deeper.
"Fuck me, Caleb," she gasped, nails scratching down his back. "Fill me, baby. Make me yours."
He slammed into her, each thrust deeper, harder, making the bed creak under their bodies. Emma came first, sobbing his name, and he wasn't far behind, cumming deep inside her, filling her so much she whimpered and clutched him tighter.
Later, while Emma slept against his chest, Caleb found the bottle.
Inside, waiting, was Ruby: young, wild, freckled, red curls bouncing, body wrapped in tight yoga pants and a tiny cut-off movie T-shirt that barely hid her perky, perfect tits. Her bubble butt jiggled with every step, the yoga pants molded to her like a second skin.
"Three wishes, baby," she purred, stretching languidly. "Make 'em count."
Without hesitation, Caleb made his first wish: invisibility.
That night, he set the trap.
Emma believed she was going to a charity mixer. Instead, she met Marcus -- tall, dark, powerful, muscles straining against his shirt, packing thirteen thick inches of cock between his legs.
Caleb watched invisible as Emma fought temptation, her modesty warring with her need. She blushed, laughed nervously, tried to resist the deep, confident flirtations.
Marcus was patient. Charming. Dangerous.
One touch. One whispered word. One desperate, trembling nod from Emma.
Then she was his.
Marcus kissed her roughly, his big hands gripping her hips, pulling her against him. Emma whimpered, letting him lift her onto the couch, panties soaked through with need.
He pulled them aside, revealing her dripping pussy, and pushed inside her slowly. Emma gasped, clutching the cushions, her body arching off the couch as Marcus filled her deeper than Caleb ever had.
"So tight, baby," Marcus growled, thrusting deep. "You're made for this cock."
Emma sobbed, wrapping her arms around his neck, begging for more.
"Fuck me, please," she cried. "Stretch me, fill me, ruin me!"
Marcus slammed into her harder, pulling desperate screams from her throat. Caleb stroked himself, moaning silently as he watched his sweet, shy wife transformed into a moaning, trembling slut.
