I waited there, stuck for what felt like forever. My arms burned and my hips screamed from being locked in such an uncomfortable (not to mention exposed) position for so long. The call girl had walked out hours ago, leaving me with nothing but a view of my giant ass and a pair of tits mashed against my face.
After a seemingly interminable pause, my wife calmly asked, "Did she look like this?"
I watched as her face shimmered and shifted, losing a few years and adding several layers of makeup, while her clothes dissolved to reveal her body pulling in or pushing out until she looked identical to the girl I'd met with several hours earlier. Of course that meant that she looked identical to me, down to the sheer stockings caressing our legs.
My mouth opened and closed, words utterly failing me as terror formed a lump of icy steel in the pit of my stomach.
"Now, if you were really my husband, I'm sure you would have told me the truth," she continued. "My husband would have told me about how he's been sneaking around with escorts and hookers behind my back for months. My husband would have begged for forgiveness instead of making up new lies to cover up his old lies."
She walked over to where I lay helpless on the bed. I gasped in shock as she let her fingernail trail across my nipple. I couldn't believe how sensitive everything felt as I waited anxiously for her next move.
"Now, let's try being honest this time. What was your name, sweetheart?"
I stared up at her, confused and afraid. "Misty Fields." My eyes went wide. When I'd called yesterday, that's the name of the girl they told me would be coming out. I started stammering, "Misty. Misty Fields. My name is Misty Fields!" Oh god, I couldn't say it. I couldn't say that my name was really... Harry? Hank? Oh shit, oh shit oh shit oh shit--
"So nice to meet you, Misty!" my wife replied in the exact same voice. "Do you work in finance with my husband Henry?"
Henry! Of course, that was his name. My name, fuck!! "Oh, definitely not. I'm with an escort service downtown, Charlie's Angelz, with a 'z'. Ya know, for legal reasons." As every word poured out of me, images flashed through my mind. I could vividly picture Charlie closing the car door behind me on my way out here today.
"That sounds like fascinating work," Liz said. "Do you ever get female clients?"
"Every once in a while, but I really prefer men."
She bent down and pressed her mouth to mine. Her lips were soft, but the kiss was hard and angry. When she stood back up, she was back in her old body. "That's a shame. So women don't do anything for you?"
I stared at her naked form standing over me. I'd done this to myself. Sure Liz wasn't as young as she once was, but neither was I, and she was still objectively beautiful. I tried desperately to conjure up images of the two of us making love, but every memory felt distant, and did nothing to stir feelings of arousal.
"Not really, sorry. I just love getting fucked really good by a man, ya know? I want him to take control, plow me and make me feel like a real woman." Unable to stop there, I added, "Of course, most of the guys I see are old men bored with their wives. I wish I could get more of those hot, young studs." Once again, images flashed through my mind. A parade of greying men, many of them needing pills just to get it up so they could let me ride them and do most of the work. Even recalling this lackluster sex, I felt a new sensation in my pussy.
"Hot, young studs, hm?" a deep voice interrupted my thoughts. I looked up and my jaw dropped. It was the husband from earlier! No, wait... no, that was my body! Everything in my brain was getting more and more jumbled by the second. I strained to hold onto my old mind, as the man in front of me continued to change.
"You know, I'm sorry it came to this, that you couldn't have just been faithful after over 20 years together. But I will give you one last parting gift, one that matches up with your new tastes." As she spoke, lines disappeared from her face. The gut I'd grown melted away to show muscles I hadn't seen in over a decade. My focus, however, was on what used to be my previously unremarkable penis, as it expanded: long, thick, gorgeous.
"Well Misty, we might as well get our money's worth today, right?" I wanted to scream, to push her away, to beg for forgiveness. But I also wanted something else. I wanted that cock. I wanted to have it plunge deep inside my pussy, my pussy, fuck me good and long and hard and make me scream, pull him closer, beg for him to give me more.
Fantastic story!
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