Chapter 11
Stacy stood at the sink, cleaning the kitchen after serving dinner to her husband as she stared out into the neighborhood at the twinkling lights of each house along the street. The tattered remains of her already skimpy maid outfit hung from her body, a reminder of Mark's domination of her in bed. He commanded her to keep it on for the rest of the evening and she loved it. She loved how he threw her around and told her what to do.
Stacy's whole body felt like it had been re-arranged to conform to his massive cock, but that was nothing compared to how her mind had been transformed in just a few short hours. She gazed across the street at one of the houses where the woman who Stacy would convince to fuck her husband lived. She knew that her old self would be jealous of Mark even being in the same room as the woman, but now all she could think about was watching Mark fill Anna the same way she had been filled up earlier, her fingers idly rubbing along her stomach where Mark's cum still rested.
Stacy knew that the genie was responsible for her sudden change, but honestly, she didn't care. Mark did to her now what she had only dreamt would happen to her in the past. No, it was better than that. He owned her mind, body, and soul completely. Her legs were still weak from the constant string of orgasms that racked through her body, and it was the absolute best sensation she had ever felt in her life.
The way Mark pinned her by the neck to the bed with his powerful hand excited Stacy as she traced her finger along the black choker she still wore around her neck. She would never remove it from her neck, a reminder of her new place. Gone, was any idea of deception to trick her husband or thoughts of getting her needs fulfilled elsewhere.
Besides, Stacy thought, maybe it'd be even better if she was surrounded by other gorgeous women. Sister-wives sharing everything, including Mark's magnificent cock. The thought of another woman's tongue on her clit while she rode Mark sent shock waves through her body.
Stacy became aware of Mark as he stepped up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. He buried his face into her neck as she tilted it to one side and she moaned happily.
"You sure you don't want any help with the dishes?" Mark asked, his manhood pressed against her ass. Even at half-mast, it felt massive. Stacy would definitely need help taking care of it as it never seemed to fully deflate, otherwise she would never be able to walk again. She couldn't believe how deep she felt him inside of her. Her stomach still felt like a gallon of cum sloshed around her insides, occasionally dripping from her snatch and dripping down the inside of her thighs.
"No, you go relax. I told you I'll take care of these things," Stacy said, wiggling into Mark's embrace.
"Ok, but hurry up so we can watch something together," Mark said, releasing Stacy from his grasp, but not before reaching up to give her nipple a twist. Fuck, she loved when he did that!
Quickly finishing up the dishes, Stacy grabbed a couple beers from the fridge, taking them over to the couch where Mark sat, handing him one of the bottles she was carrying. She dropped into the crook of her arms, resting her head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around her, his hand resting on her torso. There was a thrill of excitement that maybe his seed was in there, fertilizing one of her eggs. Mark had told her to stop birth control, but what Mark didn't know is that she hadn't taken it the last two days already since the genie had entered her life.
"What are we watching?" Stacy asked, looking up into his eyes as he took a swig of his drink.
"What's that show you like? The show with all the idiots stuck in a house and sleeping with each other?" Mark asked, flipping through the DVR.
"We don't have to watch that. Besides, you don't even like them!" Stacy laughed.
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean I don't enjoy watching them with you. Come on, let's just do something relaxing and normal. So much has changed recently, and I just want to hold my wife, drink this beer, and watch stupid people making bad decisions," Mark said, flipping to latest episode of Island of Desire and hitting play.
Stacy couldn't really concentrate on the show with Mark's naked body pressed against hers. She was mesmerized by the size of his enormous cock. Without thinking, she grabbed her phone from the coffee table and turned the selfie camera on, lining up Mark's cock along her torso. It stretched from her belly button and almost to her chin. She took a quick photo to capture the moment before settling back into Mark's embrace.
"Inspiration for later?" Mark grinned as Stacy took the picture.
"Well, I am home alone all day long, and you know how needy I am," Stacy replied.
"My horny little slut," Mark leaned down, kissing Stacy passionately.
They both settled back in, laying there in each other's arms as they zoned out to mindless television. Stacy was so exhausted that she drifted off to sleep in Mark's protective arms. She felt so safe and desired, she knew she was exactly where she was supposed to be.
The next morning, Stacy woke up, unsure how she had gotten into bed. Mark held her in his arms, his naked body pressed against her. He must have stripped her naked before going to sleep last night. She instinctively reached up to her neck, feeling the small piece of fabric still there. With a sigh of relief, she settled back into his embrace for a few more minutes.
Mark stretched as he woke up, "Good morning! You were out last night!" he smiled, pulling Stacy closer to him. Stacy buried her face into his chest, inhaling his masculine scent.
"Well, my boss really worked me hard yesterday," Stacy wrapped her thighs around Mark's legs, grinding her pelvis against him.
"I'm sure he was satisfied with your thorough job," Mark smiled, kissing the top of her head.
"You know how dedicated I am to making sure my master is pleased with all my efforts," Stacy said, her fingers tracing Mark's nipples.
The alarm on Mark's phone suddenly interrupted them. He quickly reached over and turned it off with a groan, "I've gotta get going."
Stacy pouted, "Can't you be a little late?" she said, reaching down and wrapping her hand around his thick shaft.
"Don't tempt me. I wish I could, but they've got this whole procedure in the lab, and I can't miss it," Mark had this worried look on his face as he spoke about his job.
"Is everything okay at work?" Stacy asked.
"Yeah, it's incredible what they are doing, but one of my colleagues just... I don't know, she doesn't seem to like me being there," Mark confided in Stacy.
This was the first time Stacy realized that Mark was working with a woman. The old Stacy would be spending her day researching the bitch and coming up with a plan to make sure she stayed far away from her man, but the new Stacy felt much differently, "What's not to like? You are amazing! She should feel honored to work with you!"
"I don't know, it just feels like she hated me from the first moment," Mark scratched his head as he got out of bed. He did that sometimes when he was trying to work out a problem.
"Maybe she just needs to be bent over and taught a lesson," Stacy grinned. "Is she cute?" Normally, this would've been a trick question, but Stacy suddenly got excited thinking of Mark fucking his stuck-up co-worker into submission.
"Uh..." Mark looked around awkwardly, not wanting to look Stacy in her eyes. "Of course not, she's definitely not cute."
Stacy grabbed Mark's hand, and pulled it to her breast, "Look at me." She waited until Mark calmed down and turned to face her. "It's alright if you find her cute, or hot, or sexy. I know I've been a raging bitch about other women in the past, but I was serious last night. I'm done with that jealous crap. And it may seem like a 180 change, but now that I've let all that go, I'm actually turned on by the thought of my sexy husband with other women."
