Three Wishes

  by RLM


An Unresponsive Wife

  "Will you please stop badgering me for sex all the time, Lance.
 It gets really irritating when you do this and you do it all the
time.  You never stop, and I'm getting very, very fed up," 
Marion Cottier screamed at her husband leaving no doubt at to her
anger.

  "Marion, please don't be like that," I pleaded.  "I don't
badger you all the time.  We haven't had sex for almost two weeks
now.  It's not as if we're in our 80's or 90's.  Neither of us
are 35 yet.  Why do you always say 'no'?  Even when you permit
sex, you make it very clear that it's an imposition on you and
that I should be grateful.  Why do you treat me like this?  Why!"

  "This may come as a shock to you, Lance, but there are vastly
more important things in this life... more important things in
marriage... than sex all the time.  Taking care of and raising
our children properly, for example.  Doing some volunteer work in
the community for those less fortunate than ourselves as another
example.  Setting a good example for our children as responsible
adults instead of rutting around the bedroom all the time, as you
would obviously prefer, so that sooner or later the children will
hear their parents behaving like animals... like dogs coupling on
the street!"

  "Oh Shit, Marion, what's..."

  "Don't you use that foul language to me.  If you are unable to
carry on an adult conversation without recourse to four-letter
words, then don't speak to me at all."

  "I'm sorry, Marion.  It just slipped out.  Let me try again to
discuss this calmly.  I'll ask you a few questions:  When have
you ever seen me neglect the children?  Michael is 6; Susan is 8,
and when in all those years have you seen me neglect them?  I
help them with their homework almost every evening.  Most
weekends are spent doing things together... camping, baseball
with Michael, board games with Susan, hide-and-seek in the woods
behind our house.  When have I ever asked you for sex with the
children up and around in the house?  When I design community
centers for the elderly free of charge... when I take the lead in
the United Way Campaign...  when I serve without pay on the Board
of Trustees for the hospital... doesn't any of that count as
community service?

  "Yes... yes it does.  I shouldn't have implied that you aren't
a good father, a good breadwinner, and a good citizen of the
community because you most certainly are.  I just got angry that
you ask me for sex almost every day at one point or another and
you know that I don't like to do it more than once a week at the
most.  But you just keep asking.  Why?"

  "Because it's a critical part of marriage.  A woman needs to
feel and know that she's attractive and desirable to her husband.
 A man needs to feel that his wife enjoys intimate sexual moments
with him... that she looks forward to them.  Without that, a man
loses confidence in himself and his masculinity, and if he loses
that, he isn't going to be able to function at high level.
Besides, when we were dating, you loved sex with me.  You were
all over me on our third date.  I think we had sex almost daily
after that, and you had multiple, screaming orgasms.  Why the
change?  What happened?  Did I do something wrong?"

  Marion was silent for almost a minute, then she said simply,
"No, you didn't do anything wrong.  Except for wanting sex from
me all the time, you're everything I ever dreamed about having in
a husband."

  "But we've only been married nine years, and you were wild for
sex before we were married.  Once we were married, however, it
started decreasing in both frequency and passion.  Why?"

  "That always happens in marriage.  Ask your male friends."

  "I have!  I have!  You're right, sex does taper off after
marriage.  But not like this.  My friends have told me that on
their honeymoon, they had sex 4 to 6 times a day.  From that
point, it generally decreases to 3 or so times a week after nine
years.  We had sex no more than once a day on our honeymoon...
rather than the 2 to 4 times a day before marriage... and now
it's twice a month at most.  I just don't understand how you can
go from being the hottest woman I had ever been with to one who
dislikes sex so much.  Explain it to me.  Maybe if I understood
it, things would be better."

  A long silence followed at this point.  I waited as obviously
Marion was thinking deeply about something.  I thought to myself,
"If I just give her time, she'll open up and we can resolve
whatever the problems are."  Never, ever in a million years did I
anticipate what came next.

  "All right, Lance.  You're entitled to know.  The truth is that
I have never liked sex.  Never!  Ever!  I've never had an orgasm,
not one!"

  "What?!  But, that's nonsense.  You had screaming, multiple,
intense orgasms when we were dating... every time.  We had the
best sex known to man."

  "I faked those orgasms, Lance.  All of them.  I felt nothing. 
Ever.  And when we had sex on our honeymoon or when you do it to
me now, I fake every orgasm.  Recently, as you know, I've stopped
faking them.  It's just too much work, and it's dishonest...
obviously.  The truth is that I have no interest in sex."

  Now I was silent for a long time.  Finally, I asked, totally
perplexed, "But why would you do that?  And why didn't you tell
me?  We could have gotten some professional help... sex
therapists, psychological counseling together."

  "I'm going to tell you the entire story... this one time. 
After this, I don't want to ever hear another word about it.  I
learned about my asexuality... my lack of sexual feelings... when
I was in junior high.  The other girls were all masturbating and
loving it... we even had sleepovers when we did it together.  I
felt nothing so I started faking orgasms with my girlfriends. 
Finally, I told my mother.  She took me to all sorts of
professionals.  They all had different opinions and
recommendations... like.. I was the victim of some childhood
trauma... or the problem was physical and I did not have the
required sensory nerves in my vagina and clitoris to permit
orgasm...  The bottom line was no one knew why I had my problem,
and no one could fix it."

  "In high school, boys wouldn't date me more than once or twice
because of my lack of sexual response."  The same thing happened
in college.  Eventually, I got worried.  I knew I liked men... I
liked being with men.  I admired their aggressiveness, their
creativity, their strength, but I felt no excitement when I had
intercourse with them, and very quickly, they would stop dating
me."

  "Then Lance Cottier asked me for a date.  After two dates, I
knew you were the man I wanted to father my children, to share my
life, to be my husband, but I also knew that as soon as you found
out that I couldn't care less about sex, you would drop me.  So I
made certain that didn't happen.  Do you remember what I wore on
our third date?"

  "Hell yes!  I remember.  I got hard as soon as I saw you.   You
were wearing a micro-mini jean skirt.  It almost didn't cover
your sexy ass... bottom, I mean.  Sorry.  You had on a black top
with half of your beautiful breasts exposed and wicked-looking
back high heels.  Right?"

  "You must have been impressed, Dear.  That's exactly what I was
wearing... and while we're discussing this... you can call it my
ass if you like.  And do you remember what happened next?"

  "I'll never forget it!  I asked you if you were ready to go out
to dinner, and you took off the top, unzipped and dropped the
skirt, and then laid down on a couch.  Somehow, when I looked
above your waist, your bra was pulled down... both breasts were
out, and you had your legs open with only those flimsy black
panties covering your.... you know."

  "My pussy, Dear.  My panties were covering my pussy... but not
for long.  Remember what I asked you?"

  "You said, 'Would you rather eat food or me?"

  "Exactly, and you said?"

  "You, of course.  And then you said, "Well, if you're going to
eat me, I guess I need to take off my panties"... and you did
just that."

  "What happened next?"

  "I went down on you and you had several screaming orgasms."

  "Wrong!  I screamed several times... but I had no orgasms.  But
I had you hooked."

  "You mean all that was just an act to get me to marry you?"

  "Yes.  I wanted you for my husband and for the father of my
children.  And I got you."

  "Marion, that is an awful thing to do to a man.  Don't you know
that?"

  "Of course, but I had no option.  I can't have orgasms and I
have no erotic sexual feelings."

  "So, you have children now and a good income.  Do you want a
divorce so you don't have to endure my constant desire for sex?"

  "No.  Absolutely not!  In my own way, I love you... just not
sexually.   I want us to grow old together as we watch out
children mature and give us grandchildren."

  "I can't go my entire life without sex, Marion.  No way!"

  "You can have sex with me twice a month and I'll masturbate you
any other time you want me to."

  "But you won't enjoy it nor will you cum."

  "No.  I won't but I'll be happy to do it for you anyway."

  "I would rather have a divorce.  I'm sorry."

  "I know you would, but you won't get one unless you want to
lose your children, your home, half of all bank accounts and
retirement funds, and pay alimony and child support for a long,
long time because I won't remarry.  Alimony will continue
indefinitely.  I doubt that you want that, so be happy with what
we have."

  "Ok.  How about if I take a mistress... discreetly, of course."

  "If I catch you fucking some slut, I will divorce you and take
everything... not just half.  Don't even think about it."

  "You said a four-letter word!  First time I've ever heard you
use the F... word."

  "Sorry.  Lost control there.  I hope this clears the air.  No
more fake orgasms.  Sex twice a month... hand jobs by me when and
if you like... whenever you like... provided of course the
children aren't around.  And no more badgering me for more sex. 
Any questions?"

  "No," I said sadly and with resignation as I sat down to read
the evening paper.

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The Caretaker in the Flea Market:

  I was appalled at my situation.  I had been married to Marion
for nine years and dated her for almost a year... ten years with
a woman who has never had a climax with me.  I couldn't count the
hours I had spent with my tongue caressing and stroking her
clitoris and her vagina.  My seven-inch cock is nice and thick,
and I always kept it pressing tightly against her clitoris as I
screwed her... but she had never had an orgasm.  Fucking
unbelievable!

  The worst part was that I could think of no way out of this
mess.  I loved my children and my home.  I had worked extremely
hard to build my architectural practice to the point that I had
an excellent reputation and made a very good living for us.  And,
amazingly, I still loved my wife.  So divorce seemed impossible,
but so did going a lifetime with no sex.  I had no idea what to
do.

  To make matters even worse, Marion now had our intercourse
schedule planned for each month of the year.  She had planned the
dates to avoid her period.  It was so cut and dried... so totally
asexual... so totally without passion or spontaneity, that I
passed up at least half of my intercourse opportunities in favor
of masturbating alone.

  Two months after Marion's revelation, she wanted me to go
shopping with her at several of the large flea markets.  I hated
those places... filled with useless junk, but Marion loved to
browse and would occasionally find something that was actually
worth buying.  She said she liked to have me along to help her
carry her purchases, if she bought anything, but mostly because
she enjoyed my company.  I went somewhat grudgingly primarily
because I enjoyed watching her delectable ass whenever she bent
over to look at something.  She wouldn't let me have sex with her
outside of our now regular twice a month schedule, but I could
ogle her big tits and ass anytime I felt like it.

  The flea market was even worse than I remembered from our
previous visit.  Stand after stand, shop after shop, filled with
worthless junk.  It was also hot and dusty.  After a bit, I told
Marion that I was going to sit down and rest, and she could let
me know if she needed my help or wanted me to look at some
possible purchase.

  After a 15 minute rest, I got up and wandered around on my own.
 One shop in particular caught my eye.  It seemed out of place...
like it had just been transported to the flea market from some
exotic local.  The hand-carved door to the small shop looked
exquisite like something I might expect to see as the entrance to
a high-priced art gallery.  The top half of the door was a
stained glass window.  Close inspection revealed it to be very
expensive, a true work of art.

  After looking over the astonishing exterior of the shop for
several minutes, I noticed that I was the only person who was
paying any attention to the shop entrance.  Dozens of other
people were passing without so much as a glance at the shop. 
"How can anyone ignore a place like this?  And what the hell is
this shop doing here in a flea market?" I wondered to myself.

  At that moment, the stained glass door opened, and an older man
dressed in a fine hand-woven silk suit emerged.  His immaculately
groomed white beard and snow white hair gave him the appearance
of senior statesman at a Presidential reception.  His dark eyes
seemed alive with interest, taking in every thing.  At first, I
thought his age to be around 50 or so, but upon closer inspection
of the hands and lines of his face, I knew he older... perhaps
much older.

  "Mr. Cottier, I believe," the man said to me softly with a
smile.  His eyes seemed to penetrate to my soul.  "Please come
in.  I've been waiting for you."

  To say I was shocked was an understatement, a huge
understatement.  I was stunned.  How did this strange man know my
name... and he is waiting for me?  "What in the hell does that
mean," I thought.

  Almost in a trance, I entered the shop as the strange
proprietor held the door for me.  Inside, the decor was dark red,
not painted red, but deep red from the velvet tapestries that
lined the walls.  The only furniture inside the room were two
comfortable lounge chairs, and ornate table, and an incredibly
elegant teapot or lamp that rested on the table.  "How can the
shop make money?"  I thought.  "There's no merchandise for sale.
Just one lamp."

  "Please sit down, Mr. Cottier."

  As I took one of the chairs, I asked, "You seem to know my
name, but I don't recall every having seen you before.  How do
you know me?  How could you possibly be waiting for me?  And may
I know your name, Sir?"

  "All in good time, Mr. Cottier.  All in good time.  To start,
let me introduce myself.  My name is Jacque Lambert."   He
pronounced the last name in the French style, "Lambere" with a
silent "t".

  "Monsieur Lambert, I'm very pleased to meet you.  May I
complement you on your shop.  It is elegant...no... that's
inadequate.  It's exquisitely beautiful."

  "Thank you, Mr. Cottier.  As the Caretaker of the Lamp, it is
my responsibility to keep it so."

  "Caretaker of the Lamp?"  I repeated more than a little
puzzled.

  "Yes, Caretaker of the Lamp you see on the table."

  "It's beautiful," I commented.

  "More so than you can imagine, Mr. Cottier.  Please examine it
carefully but do not touch it.  Tell me what you see."

  I looked at the black, jewel-encrusted lamp that was shaped
like a teapot.  "It appears to be made from some type of black
glass."

  "Not so, Mr. Collier.  It is carved black onyx.   Notice the
translucent chalcedony and the parallel layers of varied colors.
What else do you see?"

  "It is encrusted with gemstones of all types... I see opals,
blue sapphires, green emeralds, rubies, diamonds... many of them.
 And they actually look to be real, but they can't be, of
course."

  Jacque produced a jeweler's glass.  "Please examine the stones
carefully, Mr. Cottier."

  Placing the glass in my eye, I first inspected the diamonds. 
The reflective characteristics of the stones showed them to be
real diamonds, not imitations.  Looking more carefully at each
stone, I was astounded.  None of the numerous stones had a flaw.
There were dozens upon dozens of perfect, blue-white diamonds.

  I could feel the sweat breaking on my forehead in the presence
of such an art object.  I examined the emeralds.  They too
appeared to be perfect as did the sapphires and the rubies. 
"This is impossible!" I said in awe and near reverence.

  "So it would seem, Mr. Cottier, but it is true as we both see
the Lamp with our own eyes.  What else do you see?  Look closely,
Mr. Cottier."

  I had to use the lens to see it, but there were inscriptions
cut into the onyx, but they were in a language I could neither
read nor recognize.  "I see inscriptions, but can't decipher
them.  In what language are they written?  How old is the lamp?"

  "No one knows, Mr. Cottier, perhaps as old as time.  But I do
know the translation."

  "If you don't know the language, how can you know the
translation?"

  "It was passed onto me by the previous Caretaker of the Lamp."

  Suddenly, I became aware that the cacophony of sound that is
always present at a flea market was gone.  It was as if we were
at some other, isolated place.  "What do the inscriptions say?" I
asked with a shudder of fear rippling through my spine.

  "To each man or woman selected by the Caretaker, three wishes
as proscribed by the inscription below.  Choose wisely."

  "Are you telling me that is like Aladdin's lamp.   A genie and
three wishes.  All that stuff?"

  "How many stories have you read, Mr. Cottier, about magic lamps
that confer three unlimited wishes?"

  "I have no idea... dozens, certainly."

  "Precisely.  Dozens.  But authors pride themselves on being
creative.  Why do you suppose there are so many stories about a
lamp with three wishes?  Would not one think authors would be
more creative... perhaps a magic coffee cup with four wishes. 
Why always a lamp?  Why always three wishes?"

  I saw his point but could think of no response that made any
sense.  So I changed the subject.  "So I take it that as the
Caretaker, you have selected me?"

  "Yes."

  "Why?  Just a random draw?"

  "Selections are never made at random, Mr. Cottier.  Caretakers
select only individuals who have repeatedly shown themselves to
be upstanding, honest, and concerned about the welfare of others.
 They must be faithful, loyal, and caring.  Finally, they must
have suffered a grave injustice that they have no means to
correct.  You are such a person, Mr. Cottier."

  "So, as a reward, I get three, unlimited wishes?  Except for
that incredible lamp, this shop, and yourself, that would seem to
be preposterous."

  "The wishes are not unlimited, Mr. Cottier.  That is the stuff
of the fairy tales you read.  The wishes are by the lamp's
inscriptions restricted to correcting the injustice suffered by
the recipient of the wishes.  Moreover, the wishes are
constructed in such a manner that you cannot do yourself more
harm by poor choices, as is always the case in the fairy tales."

  We were both silent for several minutes.  "May I ask how you
came to be the Caretaker of the Lamp?"

  "You may.   All those you receive the power of the Lamp become
candidates for the next Caretaker.  I was a recipient of the
Lamp's power, and was later selected as Caretaker. I will make
the next selection when my time approaches.  If selected, you
may, of course, decline.  But if you accept appointment, it is
for life, and I might add, it is very rewarding."

  I felt like I was in a trance.  "What now?"

  "Do you accept the power of the Lamp to grant you three
wishes?"

  "Of course.  I would feel like an idiot if I refused."

  "As well you should... as well you should.  Touch the Lamp, Mr.
Cottier.  We shall meet again.  Until then, Goodbye and good
luck."

  I reached out and touched the Lamp as Mr. Lambert watched.  As
soon as my fingers touched the side of the Lamp, the shop
vanished and I found myself sitting the same chair I had occupied
earlier.  At first, I thought I had fallen asleep and had a
dream.  That idea was dispelled when I noticed the ornate book in
my hand.  It was thin, containing only a few pages.  The cover
was deep red velvet.  The title was simple, almost trite.  It
read, "The Power of the Lamp:  Instruction Manual".

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The Instruction Manual:

  I hid the small book under my coat and joined my wife.  She had
bought numerous things... all junk in my opinion, but I wasn't
going to tell her that.  An hour later, we were home.  After all
the "junk" had been stored, I slipped into my study and locked
the Manual in my desk drawer.  I had to hurry because Marion was
waiting to out for dinner.

  Around 9 PM, Marion announced that she was tired and was going
to bed.  For once, I was delighted with not having sex that
evening as I wanted to read the Manual.

  My hands were trembling as I open the cover to Page 1:

  "Congratulations, Mr. Cottier, on being selected to receive the
Power of the Lamp.   The injustice that has befallen you is, of
course, due to your wife's sexual deception during courtship and
afterwards.  You have behaved admirably throughout, and because
of that, you are now in possession of three wishes that will
permit you to right this wrong in a manner of your own choosing.
You need not worry greatly about initially making the wrong
choice for your choices may be altered during the first year as
you desire.  Therefore, you are free to explore.  After one year,
the third wish must be activated.  This wish will lock in your
final selection.  As Caretaker of the Lamp, I am certain that the
pleasure you shall derive in making your final selection will
more than compensate you for the pain and injustice that you
have, up to this point, suffered.

  On Page 2, I found the following:

  Instructions for First Wish:

  This wish will change your wife's sexual libido on a scale from
0 to 10.  Her present sexual libido (desire, lust, passion,
intensity of climax, etc.) is zero, as you no doubt realize.  A
normal libido for a 33-year old woman is 4.  A woman with a
libido of 4 will desire men with some frequency.  She will enjoy
giving as well as receiving pleasure.  Her climaxes will be of
moderate intensity and frequency.  Usually she will desire sex
twice a week or more if the situation is intensely erotic.  She
will have the expected female reluctance to engage in more exotic
forms of sex.

  As the rating increases, all aspects of the woman's libido will
increase, but be aware that it is not a linear scale.  Going from
a libido 4 to a libido of 5 increases sexual desire and
performance much more than 25%.  At the same time as desire and
performance increase, inhibitions and reticence to engage in sex
decrease.  Initially, you should be very careful about going to
ratings higher than 6 until you see what effect each rating has.

  To change the libido of your wife to a rating of 5, simply say,
"By the Power of the Lamp, First Wish is 5", or you may also use
a short version and simply say "Lamp!  First Wish is 5."  Either
of those will change whatever her previous rating was to a 5. 
There is no limit to the number of changes that can be made
during the first year.  On the first day of the second year, you
will activate the Third Wish that will lock in your final choice
forever.

  I turned the page and on Page 3, I found:

  Instructions for the Second Wish:

  This wish will change your sexual libido and your sexual appeal
to other women using the same scale as for the First Wish.   Your
current libido and sexual appeal to women is 5, Mr. Cottier, a
total mismatch for the zero of your wife.  That is why you have
been so intensely unhappy.  That will soon change.

  As your libido rating increases, so does your sexual stamina,
your sexual desire, the size and girth of your penis, your sexual
control, and your sexual appeal to all women, save lesbians.  Be
careful about increasing your rating above 7 until you have
experimented and found what each level brings.  At a rating of
10, you are the ultimate satyr to whom all women succumb.

  To activate the Second Wish use the same procedure as described
for the First Wish.  That is, to change your sexual libido to 4,
simply say, "By the Power of the Lamp, Second Wish is 4." or, for
short, "Lamp!  Second wish is 4."

  On page 4, I found the instructions for the Third Wish:

  Instructions for the Third Wish:

  This wish is activated once and once only on the first day of
the second year.  You select final values for the First and
Second wishes.  After this selection, they cannot be altered and
your wishes are completed.
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Trial Run:

  Frankly, the entire thing was just too weird to really believe,
but some very strange things had happened at the flea market,
things that had no easy, rational explanation.  Yet, as I lay in
bed in the extra bedroom where I had been sleeping ever since
Marion's revelation and her proclamation of twice-a-month sex on
her schedule, I still had enormous doubts.  It seemed like it had
to be some elaborate joke at my expense.  But then again... those
gem stones in the Lamp were very real, and the Lamp itself was
near priceless.  All the people I knew personally combined did
not have sufficient financial resources to purchase it.

  "Oh to hell with it.  Let's give it a trial run.  If nothing
happens, I certainly haven't lost anything.  I still have my near
worthless twice-a-month sex with a woman who is little more than
a blow up doll in bed,"  I said aloud.

  "By the Power of the Lamp, First Wish is 4," I intoned feeling
not just a little stupid.

  I had almost fallen asleep when the door to my bedroom opened
and Marion stood in the doorway, her hand pressing her nightgown
into her crotch.

  "Are you all right?"  I asked.  "Are you feeling ill?"

  "No..no.  I'm fine, Darling."

  "Darling?", I thought.  I couldn't remember the last time
Marion had called me that, and certainly not in my bedroom at
night.

  "Can I help you or anything?"

  "Well... I was just lying bed thinking about you and how I
haven't really been taking care of you... you know... sexually. 
We skipped the last scheduled intercourse date ... so,  so... I
mean... well, I just realized that you haven't had sex for over
three weeks now.  You haven't even asked me to masturbate you. 
So... so...  "

  "What are you trying to say, Marion?"

  "Well... I was wondering if you would like use tonight in place
of that intercourse date you missed a week ago.  It's ok if you
want to."

  "Are you asking me if I would like to have intercourse with you
tonight?"

  Marion blushed furiously, but I saw that her hand was moving
between her thighs now.   With a blinding flash, I realized that
the wish was working!  My frigid wife was hot... so hot she was
rubbing her pussy through her gown right in front of me.  
"Well... are you or not?"

  "Yes... that's what I'm asking, Darling.  Would you like to
have intercourse with me tonight?"

  "No.  Absolutely not!"

  "Oh god..." she moaned softly.  "All right.  I understand.  I
just thought ... just thought that maybe.... Oh god!"  Marion's
body was trembling as she turned and started out the door in a
rush.  My voice stopped her dead in her tracks.

  "I have absolutely no interest in having intercourse with you,
but I would love to fuck you if you would like to be fucked like
a hot slut."

  "All right, I think I would like that." she whispered so softly
I just barely heard her.

  "Speak louder."

  "I said that would be all right."

  "What would be all right?"

  "What you said.  About doing it to me."

  "And what am I going to do to you?"

  "You're going to .... going to... have me... Oh god... You're
going to fuck me!!"  she screamed and yanked off her gown in one
motion leaving her nude save for the panties she always wore
beneath her gown at night.  Marion literally ran to the bed and
scrambled toward me on her hands and knees.

  I sleep nude and was ready and waiting for her.  Pulling her
into my arms, I kissed her hard, driving my tongue inside her
mouth where it had not been for years.  Her mouth stretched wide
open to take it in.  I tongue fucked her mouth as my erection
bored into her mound.  When my tongue exited her mouth, hers
followed as my wife began fucking my mouth with her tongue.  Wild
moans and gasps were flowing from her lungs as her pelvis thrust
frantically against my erection.  If she was faking this, she
deserved two Oscars.

  I turned my attention to her large, beautifully formed 36C
tits.  Cupping them, I sucked first one nipple and then the
other... back and forth until both nipples were swollen and red,
and she was thrusting her tits upward into my mouth... begging me
suck them harder.

  "OOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHh.... that feels fantastic... I've never felt
anything like this...aaaahhhhhhhhh... suck me more....
uuugghhhhhhhhhhhh...."

  I sucked and she moaned.  I squeezed and she gasped.   I bit
her nipples and her hips rose high off the bed and gyrated wildly
in the air.    It was amazing, but I was almost certain that my
wife was close to the first orgasm of her life.

  Leaving her tits, I moved downward and pushed her legs apart. 
She moaned louder, her ass thrusting up and down.  "Pull your
panties aside,"  I ordered.

  "Let me take them off," she moaned.

  "No.  That's the penalty for wearing them in the first place. 
From now on, there will be no more panties worn to bed.  Tonight,
you have to pull them aside to expose yourself for me."

  Marion grabbed the crotch band of her panties and yanked them
down her thigh.  Her hips rotated and thrust in wild
anticipation.

  "What are you exposing for me to see?"

  "My vagina... my sex..."

  "What are you exposing for me to see?"

  "My pussy,"  she moaned in desperation.

  "What are you exposing for me to see?

  "MY CUNT!  MY CUNT!  I'M EXPOSING MY CUNT!   OOHHHH PLEASE!  DO
IT TO ME!"

  Pressing my face between her gaping thighs, I moved my tongue
into her slit and then up the length of her sex trench.  She
yowled with delight as her vagina throbbed in repeated
contractions and spasms.  When the tip of my tongue reached her
clit,  her hips rose almost a foot into the air and remained
there as she wailed and screamed.

  I sucked the engorged organ into my mouth and lashed it with my
tongue.  It tried to retreat into its protective hood, but my
tongue followed and dug it out... then punished it with repeated
strokes up and down the pulsing shaft.

  My wife's entire sexual apparatus exploded in rapture.  Her
vagina slammed shut and then opened wide... over and over.   Her
clitoris throbbed and pulsed each time the vagina contracted. 
Then, suddenly, her sexual juices squirted and drenched my face.
I pulled back in amazement as a second jet spurted high in the
air to be followed by several smaller spurts.  In the middle of
her orgasm, I clamped my mouth over the pussy and sucked
everything hard... her lips, her hole, her clitoris... my tongue
lashing her clit... driving into her convulsing vagina.  She came
again.

  Marion was now howling and screaming at the top of her lungs. 
"AAAAAHHHHHHHH GGGHHAAAAAAAAAA... OOOOHHHHHHH IM CUMMINGGGGG....
OOOHHHH SOOO GOOD....SOOO GOOD.!!   CAN'T STOP...CAN'T STOP
CUMMINGGGGG!!"

  Her sex organs continued to convulse for more than two minutes
until finally her body collapsed to the bed, her lungs gasping
for breath, her tits jiggling as her chest heaved.  Between her
legs, her sex hole was still slowly throbbing... opening...
closing... opening... closing.  Her clit was pulsing and every
once in a while would throb hard.  I licked it, and Marion
grunted in female pleasure.

  After letting her rest, I began again with my tongue and
fingers.  This time, as I sucked and licked her clitoris, my
fingers delved inside her vagina where they sought out and found
her G-spot.  I pressed two fingers hard against it and once more
her juices spurted out as her body was engulfed in another series
of spasms.

  Finally, she gasped,  "Oohhhh Lance... you're going to kill
me... can't take it... but don't stop... please don't stop...
just kill me... keep doing it... it's heaven... aaaahhhhhhh!!"

  I brought my wife to another orgasm, then ripped off her
panties.  I didn't take them off; I ripped them off.  She moaned
as she felt them tear away from her ass, "You're going to fuck me
now, aren't you?" she moaned, her eyes wide open in amazement.

  "Yes.  I'm going to fuck you, you hot sexy, Bitch.  Spread your
legs!  NOW!"

  I had never seen a woman spread any faster than Marion did at
that moment.  Moving into her sex saddle, I leaned close and
whispered, "Put my cock in your cunt and beg me to fuck you."

  She had my cock in her hand in a flash and in one sure, deft
motion she rammed the big, throbbing head squarely into her hot
sex hole.  "IT'S IN MEEEEEEEEEE..... IT'S IN MY CUNT.  OOHHHH
FUCK ME WITH IT.  PLEASE, DARLING, FUCK ME!  FUCK YOUR WORTHLESS
WIFE'S CUNT HOLE!"

  I rammed it in deep.  She came instantly.  I pulled out and
rammed it back and forth furiously.  Her legs rose high, and she
pulled her knees back against her tits to open her hole
completely.  I hammered it in hard...fast... she came again. 
Finally, I had to cum in her.  Holding her ass, I began to
cum...one thick gush after another.  She felt the increased
lubrication in her vagina and exploded once more around my
plunging dick.

  An hour later, Marion was still cuddled against me... her
pelvis slowly thrusting back and forth.  She continued to thank
me.  "I don't know how you did it, you sexy Stud, but you really
rang my bell... over and over.   I had no idea how wonderful it
could be.  I just couldn't stop cumming... again and again and
again...OOOOhhhhhhhhhhhh Gawd!"

  "How long is it until the next intercourse is scheduled?"  I
asked her.

  "Ten days before we're scheduled to have intercourse, Darling.
But I think we can fuck everyday if you feel like it," she
whispered as her hand stroked my now renewed erection.  "Are you
going to fuck me again tonight," she asked.

  "Aren't you sore?"

  "Some... but I don't care.  I'm supposed to take care of your
big cock.  Use me again, Darling.  Really hard!"

==================================

Shopping Trip

  The next morning, Marion was singing as she prepared breakfast.
 As soon as I entered the kitchen, she stopped the breakfast
preparations and moved into my arms, kissing me passionately. 
Usually, I didn't even get a kiss on the cheek, but this morning
it was a deep, prolonged kiss with open mouth on mine.  Even more
amazing was the fact that our kids were at the table watching.

  Our 8-year old daughter was wide-eyed watching.  "Wow!" she
exclaimed.  "I didn't know you kissed Daddy, Mom.  And on the
lips!  Wow!"  I loved hearing her repeat the "Wow".  My wife
blushed a little and winked at me.

  "What's on your schedule for this afternoon, Honey?" I asked.

  "Nothing I can't cancel, Darling.  Do you have something you
want to do?"

  "I do.  We're going shopping."

  "Shopping??  But you hate shopping."

  "That's going to change starting this afternoon."

  My wife just beamed.  "Where are we going?  What are we going
shop for?"

  "Two places.  First, we're going to Victoria's Secret to buy
you some new clothes.  After that, I thought we'd see if we can
find a new car for you."

-----------------------

  At Victoria's, Marion was excited, but also very reluctant to
try on any of the more exotic outfits.  "They expose too much,
Darling.  The only place I could possible wear those clothes
would be in our bedroom," she tried to explain.

  "You're probably right, Honey.  But how about just trying on
this purple top and black skirt.  No one's going to see you
except me and the sales ladies."

  Our sales lady tried to assist me.  "You should really listen
to your husband, Marion.  He's right.  You would look fabulous in
some of these outfits.  You've got the perfect figure for them
and you're beautiful."

  "Well, that's nice of you to say that, but I just couldn't
bring myself to wear anything like this in public.  But I will
try on this skirt and blouse, Darling.  Just to please you."

  A short time later, my wife came out of the dressing room
looking hot and sexy in the very short black skirt, black heels,
and the tight purple top that fit like a second skin and exposed
almost half of her large tits.  I loved it and said so.

  "You look incredible, Marion.  Just look in the full-length
mirror and see if you don't agree."

  "It's too much, Dear.  Half of my breasts are showing.  I know
you like this outfit... you're a man, and most of me is showing,
but I couldn't bring myself to wear it."

  "Just look in the mirror.  Please."

  "All right.  One look."

  As Marion walked to the mirror, I whispered softly, "Lamp" 
First Wish is 5."  Almost immediately, my wife pressed her hand
to the exposed upper half of her breasts.

  "Not as much shows as I thought, Honey.  I do look nice in this
outfit.  Maybe if I pull the top down somewhat."  Both I and the
sales lady watched in amazement as my wife pulled the top even
lower to expose her breasts almost to the nipples.  "How do you
like it like this, Honey?  Better you think?"

  "Much better.  I love it!"

  "Me too.  Let's take this one.  And let me go back to some of
the others we looked at.  I may have been too quick to lay them
aside."

  Over the next 30 minutes, my wife selected several items... all
exotic and revealing.  The more she bought, the more revealing
they became.  Finally, she balked at one dress that had
strategically placed holes all up and down the front and back
that exposed a large portion of the tops and sides of her breasts
as well as some of her ass.

  "I think we have enough, Darling.  I just love these clothes. 
I can't wait to wear them.  I'll go change.  I might get arrested
wearing these outfits on the street," she laughed and we all
joined her.

  "Honey, before we leave, how about trying on some sexy bra and
pantie sets with fishnet stockings and heels?"

  "Ok.  But I'm not promising anything.  These outfits show about
as much as I could possibly bring myself to wear."

  The sales lady leaned closer and whispered, "She'll never go
for it, but nice try."

  "I think you may be wrong.  Pick out something really hot and
sexy.  Let's see."

  My wife had already gone into the dressing room when the clerk
returned with a big grin on her face.  "I picked out the hottest,
sexiest thing we have... fishnet stockings, matching garter belt,
a bra that is just two small panels that won't even begin to
cover your wife's big breasts, and finally the tiniest G-string
you can imagine.  She better be shaved or it's gonna show.  You
really want me to give this ensemble to her?"

  "Absolutely.  Just hand it to her in the dressing room and tell
her to come out when she has it on."

  "It she tries it on, she has to buy it.  It's underwear."

  "I'll buy it.  It she doesn't want it, just put it on the bill
anyway and you can mail it to me."

  "All right, but I can tell you that there's no way your wife 
is going to be willing to model this."

  "Want to bet?"

  "What kind of bet do you have in mind?"

  "Something sexy... something hot against whatever you like."

  Looking around the store and seeing no one close, she replied,
"If she models it, I'll give you my phone number.  If she
refuses, you and your wife invite me and my husband to dinner at
a five-star restaurant, and you pick up the bill."

  "Sounds like a winner to me, but with one modification.  If she
models it, you give me your phone number and I invite you and
your husband to dinner with us, and I'll pick up the bill.  But
be warned, I will use the phone number."

  Again, Marge checked to see if anyone could hear us before she
said softly, "I hope so."

  "Ok.  Go take her the clothes."

  As she walked to the dressing room, I said, "Lamp!  First wish
is 6."

  Ten minutes later, my wife emerged wearing nothing but the
stockings, garter belt, heels, bra, and G-string.  She looked
like pure, hot, molten sex.  Marge was stunned.  She looked at me
and winked.

  "Wow!  I love this outfit, Lance.  Would you freak out if I
wore this?  I feel like I may have an orgasm just wearing it."

  Marion moved to the mirror.  "Oh my god!  My landing strip
isn't even covered!  Isn't that just incredibly sexy!  Can we
buy, Darling?  I won't wear it unless you give me permission.  I
promise."

  "You have my permission to wear it anytime you like, Honey. 
Want to pick out some other bra and pantie sets?"

  "Maybe a couple of more, if that's ok?"

  "Absolutely!"

  My wife started back to the dressing, then stopped.  She took a
seat on a bar stool and turned toward us with her legs open. 
"Can you just imagine me sitting like this at a bar wearing this
stuff with a short skirt on?"

  "No, but I would love to see it," I said in response.

  Marion started to get up, then paused.  Which do you like
better, Honey.  Me wearing this outfit like this.... or like
this?" As she said it, my wife reached up and pulled the panels
of the bra aside to expose both breasts.

  "Or maybe you prefer this?"  She pulled the G-string aside. I
thought I might cum in my pants.

  Marion only held the obscene pose for a few seconds before she
ran off to the dressing room laughing.

  Marge stood beside me, breathing hard.  Looking at me, she
whispered, "I bet that got you hard, Lance."

  "Feel for yourself."

  Again she checked to see if anyone could see.  No one could and
a moment later, I felt her hand on my rock-hard shaft.

  "Damn!" she said softly in an awed voice.  "Damn!"  Quickly,
she wrote her phone number on a slip of paper and handed it to
me. "Please call," she moaned quietly.

  "Count on it."

  Marge's body shuddered.

================================

A Night on the Town

  While my wife was hanging up her new clothes, I placed a call
to our babysitter and arranged for her to stay with our children
that evening.  Before she had left Victoria's I had changed the
First Wish setting to a 5 to give my wife more control while we
were car shopping.  Even so, the salesmen couldn't take their
eyes off her.

  When my wife came out of the bedroom, I told her not to start
dinner as I was taking my sexy wife out for dinner and a night on
the town.

  "But the children... I haven't arranged for a sitter."

  "I have... just finished.  June will be here at 7 PM.  That
just gives you time to get ready.  What are you going to wear?"

  "Whatever you like, Lover.  What's your choice?"

  "Ok... I'll take that tan skirt with the split up the front
almost to your panties and the matching black top and heels."

  "What if I don't wear any panties, Honey?"

  That did shock me.  "You really aren't going to wear panties
with that skirt?"

  "Maybe... maybe not.  You'll just have to find a way to find
out if I'm wearing panties or not."  She grinned and walked into
our bedroom swinging her ass as she went.

---------------

  June arrived at 6:50 PM and promptly at 7:00, my wife was
ready.  She was wearing the outfit I had requested, try as I
might, I couldn't tell if she had panties on or not.  She took my
arm, and we were off for an evening on the town.

  When we reached the driveway, she turned to me, "Why didn't you
get the car out of the garage while I was getting dressed,
Darling?"

  "Because you're driving, Honey."  I smiled and pointed to the
curb where the new, gleaming Avalon was waiting.  I handed her
the keys.  "I have reservations at Martin's for dinner and
afterwards at "Lover's Rendezvous" for drinks and dancing.

  I opened the driver's side door for Marion and she scooted into
the driver's seat not worrying about the fact that the split
skirt fell away to expose more than half of her thighs.  She saw
me staring at them.  "Like what you see, Stud?"

  "I love what I see," I said with total sincerity.

  "There's a lot more waiting, Lover.  Let's go."

  I got in the passenger side and smiled at my wife.  She turned
toward me and said, "I love the car, but I thought you said they
couldn't deliever it until next week?"

  "I lied.  Men always lie.  Didn't you know that?"

  "I did, but women lie much more often and they're much better
at lying than men.  Didn't you know that?"

  "No... I didn't."

  "Too bad for you then."  With a devious, seductive smile, my
wife threw the car into gear and burned rubber on her way to
Martin's.

-----------------------

  Dinner was marvelous, but I was having a difficult time
concentrating on the food with the sexy creature I had sitting
across the table from me.  Marion was sitting with her legs to
the side of the table, and she seemed to enjoy crossing and
recrossing them.  It wasn't long before I became aware that a
half dozen men were staring at her legs and exposed thighs
waiting for the next uncrossing/recrossing obviously hoping to
see even more as her legs opened.

  Leaning closer, I whispered, "Are you aware that five or six
men are staring at your legs trying to see up your skirt when you
uncross and then recross your legs?"

  "Seven, Darling."

  "Seven?  Seven what?"

  "Seven men are trying to see up my skirt.  Each time I recross
my legs, I'm rewarding their patience by letting them see a
little more.  Do you want me to stop?"

  "Oh hell no!  You've got me harder than any of those other
guys.  Don't stop now."

  "Maybe... but I doubt it."

  "Maybe what?"

  "You're sort of slow tonight, Darling.  Maybe you're harder
than the other men looking up my skirt, but probably not.  You've
seen what's up there thousands of times... they haven't... and
they're just dying to."

  "How about you?  Are you dying to show them?"

  "OOohhh God!"  I watched my wife's body shudder.  "You know I
am, but I'll behave myself... promise."

  After dinner, the waiter brought the check, and I handed him my
credit card.  While we waited for him to return with the credit
slip for my signature, I suggested to Marion that she should
reward all her faithful admirers when we got up to leave.

  "I've been thinking about doing that, but I promised you that I
would behave."

  "I release you from your promise, but you have to tell me every
thing that happened when we get to the car."

  "You're a dirty man, Darling... but a very sexy one."

  I took my time examining the bill, the credit slip, and
entering an appropriate tip before I finally signed the slip. 
When the waiter collected the credit slip, he handed my wife a
small card, leaned over and said something to her that I couldn't
hear. As we were walking to our car, I asked, "Well?"

  "Well, Honey... there are seven men in there who can tell you
if your wife is wearing panties or not.  Would you like for me to
wait in the car while you go back and ask them?"

  "You sexy Bitch!  How much did they see?"

  "Every thing, Darling.  I had my legs wide open while you did
all that figuring with the bill."

  "What did the waiter give you just before we left?"

  "A card... a business card from one of my seven admirers.  He
wrote a short note on it asking me to call him."

  "What does he want?"

  "He didn't say, but I'm pretty sure that he wants to fuck me. 
Now, you say we're going to "Lover's Rendezvous"?

  "Yeah."

  "Mmmmmmm... I've heard the place is a pickup spot.  Sure you
want to take me there?"

  "Less talk.  Just drive."

--------------------------------

Lover's Rendezvous:

  By 10 PM, Marion was on her fourth drink, and she rarely had
more than two.  We had danced at least a dozen times until I was
ready to rest a bit.

  As we sat at the table whispering to each other about how hot
it had been flashing at Martin's, my wife kept teasing me about
calling the guy who had given her his business card.  It didn't
bother me... there was no reason for it to bother me... after
all, I had complete control of her libido.

  As we chatted a young guy in his mid twenties came to our table
and asked if he might might dance with my wife.  "It's up to her,
not me.  Ask her," I replied.  He did, and she accepted.  As soon
as they were on the dance floor, she melted into his arms and he
pressed their bodies together with his arms around her.  It was
standard operating procedure at Lover's Rendezvous.

  I needed to make a trip to the men's room and as I passed my
wife, she looked up and I motioned that I was headed to the
restrooms.  She smiled at me and melted back against her partner.

  I took my time, and on the way back took the opportunity to
look into the pool and video room.  A couple in the back was
making out.  Before I had arrived, he had stripped her down to
just a flimsy teddy and heels.  Now, the guy had her big tits out
and his hand under her skirt.  The blonde was moaning and
obviously loving what he was doing to her.

  I spent 15 minutes or so watching them until the blonde arched
her back, threw her head back, spread her legs wide open and came
as I watched three of her lover's fingers pumping in and out of
her wet cunt.  As soon as her cunt was convulsing about his
fingers, the guy pushed her onto her back on the couch.  She
threw her legs wide open, and in a flash, his head was buried in
her cunt eating her out.

  With her fingers holding her pussy wide open for her lover's
tongue, I could easily see her throbbing clitoris and the wedding
ring on her left hand.  I was certain that that the guy on her
was not her husband.

  She moaned... then began to grunt.  When she came, she emitted
a series of rapid, high-pitched squeals.  In the middle of one of
her screams, she was mounted and a cock thrust into her waiting
cunt.

  After watching all that, my cock was hard and throbbing, so
much so that I'm sure some of the women noticed when I walked
back into the dance area.  Searching the dance floor, I saw no
sign of my wife.  Neither was she at our table, but after a quick
scan of the other tables and booths, I found her in one the
booths with the same young guy who had asked her to dance.

  He was busy whispering in my wife's ear.  She would grin and
shake her head.  His hand was on her back, gently caressing it as
he again whispered something in her ear.  Again she shook her
head no but was giggling as she did it.  She had obviously had
another drink since I had left.  She wasn't drunk, but she was
high.

  I sat at the bar and watched them.  Again and again, he would
whisper... she would giggle and shake her head.  A couple of
times his hand moved to the split in her skirt and from there to
her thigh.  Each time, she wagged her finger at him and removed
his hand.

  When that approach wasn't getting him anywhere, he kissed my
wife on her neck, which she dearly loves.  I could see her eyes
close and her head tilt back as she enjoyed the sensuality of his
lips on her neck.  From her neck, it was an easy transition to
move his lips to hers and then he was kissing my wife.  At first,
she seemed to resist, but then gave in and returned his kiss.  I
couldn't tell if her mouth was open, but I was virtually certain
that it was.

  I wondered how far she would go.  It didn't take long to find
out.  Abruptly, she broke the kiss, and moved away shaking her
head to let him know that her answer was 'no'.  Actually, I had
hoped that she would go further as I wanted to return and "catch"
her doing something that she shouldn't be doing.  If that
happened, I had no doubt that she would really make it up to me
later in our bedroom.

  I chided myself for forgetting that if I wanted Marion to go
further, I had the means to make that happen.  "Lamp!  First Wish
is 6."

  The young guy in the booth with my wife was still hoping to
change her mind.  Once more, he moved closer and kissed my wife's
neck.  She immediately pulled his lips to hers and this time
there was no doubt that her mouth was wide open.  I could even
see her tongue working.

  Wildly excited now, the guy moved his hand back to the split in
my wife's dress.  With one motion, he had the split open and the
skirt off to the sides resting on the seat of the booth. 
Marion's legs and thighs were exposed almost up to her panties. 
Pushing the skirt further up her legs, we both saw that Marion
was wearing black bikini panties.

  Kissing her harder, his hand pulled my wife's legs wide open
permiting him to have easy access to her pussy.  Marion's hips
were squirming and thrusting on the seat under the stimulation of
the male fingers exploring her pussy through the wet panties.  A
moment later, her ass rose off the seat of the booth, her mouth
opened wide, her tongue extended, her eyes clenched shut, and I
heard her moan.  Obviously, the fingers were now inside her
panties and probably inside her cunt and on her clitoris.

  The guy kept up his finger action on my wife's cunt until her
hips were making rapid fuck motions against the hand inside her
panties.  Several men close by were watching him making my wife
cum just as I had watched the guy in the pool room making the
blonde cum.  And cum she did... just as hard as the blonde had
cum.

  The only difference between Marion's and the blonde's orgasms
was that my wife bit her knuckle to keep quite as the intense
sensations surged through her cunt whereas the blonde had wailed
when her climax hit.  As her body continued to shudder, the young
stud moved his hand to my wife's top and pulled it down to allow
both of her tits to pop out into the open.  A moment later,
Marion was straddling his legs pushing her naked tits into his
face oblivious of the other men and couples watching them.

  When the stud had my wife stand up beside the booth so he could
pull her panties off, I decided it was time for me to intervene.
As I approached, I whispered, "Lamp! First Wish is 3."

  He had just gotten Marion's panties down to her thighs when I
changed the wish setting.  Instantly, Marion screamed at him to
stop, and frantically began pushing him away.  The guy was
stunned and backed off in total surprise.  Before he could
recover and move in again, I approached the booth just as my wife
was pulling her panties back up to cover her pussy.

  "What the hell is going on here?  Get the hell away from my
wife!  Are you trying to rape her right here in public?"

  From the corner of my eye, I could see the other men and
couples shaking their heads, every bit as mystified as the young
stud who had been working on my wife.  "Oh god.  I'm sorry,
Honey.  I had way too much to drink.  I wasn't his fault.  I let
it go too far.  Please... take me out of here," she pleaded.  I
did just that.

  I got the keys from Marion as she was in no condition to drive.
 She cried all the way to the car and continued to cry as we
drove home.  Between sobs, she moaned, "Oooohhhh I'm sorry...I'm
sorry... please forgive me.  Are you going to divorce me?"

  I needed to calm my wife and I knew just the method to do it. 
Very quitely, I whispered, "Lamp!  First Wish is 6."

  "Hell no, I'm not divorcing the hottest woman on the planet. 
Besides, when I saw you with your beautiful tits out, I got hard.
 I'm still hard.  Feel me."

  Her libido again surging, Marion's sobs stopped abruptly, and
she reached for my crotch.  "Ohhhh yes!  You are hard.  Really
hard!  Did it excite you to see me making out with that guy? 
Letting him play with my tits?"

  "My cock didn't get this hard from reading the Wall Street
Journal, Honey."

  Marion bent over and sucked my cock into her mouth.  As she
sucked, her fingers worked between her thighs.  My hips thrust
upward, driving my dick deeper into her mouth.  She took it all.

  Suddenly she pulled her mouth off and whispered seductively,
"Did you see him playing with my tits?  Sucking my nipples when I
pushed them against his face?"

  My hips pumped up and down ... as if begging her to start
sucking me again.  "Yesssss... he was sucking them as I was
walking across the room."

  "And did you see him finger fucking me... making me cum before
that?"

  "Ooohhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkkk... no...didn't see that... suck me!"

  She did.  When I was very close to blowing a huge load in her
mouth, Marion raised her head, and whispered seductively,

  "You know, Darling, what I did to poor Brent was awful.  Don't
you think so?"

  "Who's Brent," I said gasping... wishing my wife would finish
me.

  "The guy at Lover's Rendezvous who was sucking my tits and
finger fucking me.  I had him hot as fire and until I saw you
walking toward us, I was going to spread and let him fuck me. 
Then you interrupted us and I left him high and dry.  He must
think I'm nothing but a prick teaser."

  "Probably, but he'll get over it."

  "I know, but I feel just awful about doing that to a sexy man
like Brent."

  Quietly, I said under my breath, "Lamp!  First Wish is 7."

  Marion's eyes closed, her hands rose to her breasts and
squeezed both globes while her thighs ground together trying to
bring some relief to her throbbing clitoris.  I knew what was
coming next.

  "Let's go back to the Rendezvous?  Please, Darling.  Take me
back there... hurry!  Please hurry!"

  "Why?"

  Marion pressed her tits into my shoulder and slowly stroked my
raging cock, but not enough to get me off.  "So he can fuck me,
Darling.  I want him to fuck me!  Don't you think your wife
deserves to be fucked the way she was teasing him?"

  "We can go home, and I'll screw you, Honey."

  "Yes... yes!  I want that too!  I want my husband's big
gorgeous cock in me... fucking me... after Brent fucks me.  Both
of you!  Brent first at the Rendezvous... then you in our bed at
home."

  My wife's hips were already thrusting as she imagined first
Brent's cock driving into her... then mine.  I knew I could
simply change her libido setting and she would immediately calm
down.  But at Level 7, she was desperate to have both Brent and
me fucking her.

  She licked my ear and slipped her tongue inside.  "Come on,
Darling.  Take me back so he can punish me like I deserve.

=========================================

Return to Lover's Rendezvous:


  I turned the Avalon into a parking lot, executed a 180 degree
turn and pulled back onto the street, this time headed back
toward "Lover's Rendezvous".  Marion was moaning softly beside
me, her skirt hiked up to waist, panties pulled down her thighs,
as she masturbated in a near frenzy of sexual heat.  It was
another first.  I had never, ever, seen my wife masturbating.

  Now there was no hesitation at all.  One of her heels rested on
the dashboard near the steering wheel.  The other one was against
the front windshield.  Her fingers strummed up and down the
length of her slit as her thumb danced over her engorged
clitoris.  Her hips were six inches off the seat and thrusting in
continuous, hard fuck motions.

  "Ohhhhh please hurry, Darling.  I'm so hot... so damn hot!"

  "I'm driving as fast as I can.  You certainly don't want a cop
stopping us."

  My wife ignored me in her sexual heat.  Three fingers were now
plunging in and out of her vagina.  The musky aroma of her cunt
filled the car and the squishing sounds of her fingers churning
inside her cunt had us both ready to cum.

  "I can't wait!" she screamed as her pussy and clit exploded.  I
could see them throbbing even from where I sat.  Marion didn't
even slow the fuck motions of her fingers as her orgasm erupted.

  "HURRY... PLEASE, DARLING.  HURRY!!"

  When I reached the club, Marion ordered me to drop her off at
the front door while I found a parking place.  As I pulled to
stop, she got her panties back in place and pulled down her
skirt.  An instant later, she was out of the car and into the
club.

  It took me five minutes or so to find a parking spot.  When I
entered the club, I saw my wife and Brent in a corner of the
dance floor.  She was whispering to him... obviously apologizing
for leaving him high and dry before.  As I watched, he seemed to
be forgiving her... at least, his hand was back on my wife's ass
stroking it and then sliding into the split where I was certain
that he was playing with her cunt.

  Brent was saying something to my wife, but I was too far away
to be able to hear a word.  In response to whatever he had said,
she looked over to where I was standing at the bar, and directed
Brent's attention to me.  He nodded and then headed in my
direction with my wife in tow.

  The confident young stud wasted no time on amenities once he
and my wife were standing beside me.  "Lance, I'm going to take
your wife somewhere and fuck her.  I just want to make certain
that you know it's not rape.  She wants it, and I'm going to give
it to her in everyone of her hot fuck holes.  Understand?"

  Brent was making to effort to keep the dozen or so people
around us from hearing his plans.  He had been acutely
embarrassed by what had happened earlier, and now he wanted to
make certain that every person in the place knew that he was
going to fuck the hot bitch who had frozen him out earlier.  He
also wanted everyone to know that her husband knew that he was
going to fuck her.  Just to make certain that every one in the
club knew, whether they were close enough to hear him or not, he
had my wife's skirt up to her waist with his hand inside her
panties finger fucking her.

  When I didn't answer, he repeated his question.  "Do you
understand that I'm going to fuck your hot wife and she can't
wait to have me do it?"

  "Yeah," I nodded, amazed that instead of being embarrassed, I
had a strong erection.

  I and a dozen others watched as Brent led my wife back into the
direction of the game and pool room... the same place where I had
watched the blonde getting screwed earlier in the evening.  Now
it would be my wife getting laid.

  I and three other men followed the man leading my wife to the
game room with his hand on her ass.  All of us stood either in
the doorway or off to one side as Brent quickly yanked my wife's
top down baring both of her big tits.  Her nipples were rock hard
and swollen with her lust.  We all heard her groan when her tits
came out.

  Brent had had all the foreplay he could stand.  His cock was
rigid with lust and my wife was literally panting, her hips
thrusting and undulating.  He unzipped her skirt and let it fall
to the floor.  Marion stepped out of it, and Brent picked it up
and casually tossed it in my direction.  It fell to the floor in
front of me.  After I had picked it up, I saw that my wife's
panties were coming down.  Unlike before, this time they did not
stop at mid-thigh.  When Brent had them off, he put them in his
pocket for a souvenir.  I wondered if he would nail to the wall
of his apartment.

  Now wearing nothing but her heels and useless top, Brent
hoisted my wife up onto the a game table.  "Get your feet up on
the table, Bitch," he ordered.  "Steeple your knees.  Spread wide
open.  Show me your hot cunt!  Come on.  Do it!  You know the
position.  Get in it!"

  When she was wide open, all the men moved closer so they could
see my wife's exposed holes better.  "Man, you have big tits,"
Brent commented loudly.  "Suck your nipples, Honey."

  She was still sucking when Brent said, "Get your fingers in
your cunt, Slut.  Fuck yourself and make your pussy cum while I
undress."   My wife didn't hesitate.  In a flash, her fingers
were plunging in and out of her gushing vagina.  I didn't believe
for an instant that she would be able to make herself cum in
front of several men.  I was wrong.  In about a minute, her mouth
opened and an intense hissing sound erupted.  We all saw her
pussy opening and closing as she came.

  Brent pushed my wife onto her back on the table, moved between
her thighs and nailed his 7-inch cock into her pussy.  She howled
as it sank into her.  Brent pumped her with two hard thrusts, and
her legs flew high in the air and snapped wide apart.  With her
heels pointed at the ceiling, Brent rammed her again and again. 
Each time the big rod slugged into her, Marion howled and then
grunted when the head thudded into her womb.  She came again.

  "Ooohhhh I'm cumming!  I'M CUMMING!!  FUCK ME!  GIVE IT TO ME
HARDER... AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH.... SHIT...CUMMING!"

  "Fuck the slut doggy, Brent!"  a woman in the audience yelled
out.  "Turn her over and screw her hot asshole!"

  My own cock was about to explode in my pants as my wife was
flipped over onto her belly.  "Raise that ass higher, Bitch!" the
stud fucking her ordered.  Marion pressed her knee to the table
top and elevated her ass.

  The position exposed my wife's cunt and assholes completely. 
When Brent centered his cockhead against her starfish, the same
woman urged him on, "Yeah, Baby.  Like that.  Work that big fuck
stick into her ass."

  Another man who had his dick out jacking off groaned, "Man! 
Look at that cock stretch that hot ass.  Oh fuck!  That looks
tight.  Slam it in, Man.  Fuck her ass!"

  I watched in silence as the dick sank inward stretching her
anus into a big hole.  Once Brent had it buried, he started a
rapid thrusting motion... all the way in.... all the way out...
over and over until my wife's ass was nothing a huge, gaping fuck
hole that remained open even when Brent pulled out to let the
audience see how much he had stretched her ass.

  "I'm about to shoot it, Slut.  Get off the table.  On your
knees.  Open that mouth hole... stick out your tongue.  I'm going
to shoot all over you."

  Marion scrambled off the table and knelt at Brent's feet, her
head tilted back, her mouth wide open, her tongue far out and
curling up to lick the Brent's throbbing sex gun.  Brent fisted
his cock and jerked it a few times until he was right on the
edge.  The big cock head was swollen and purple, his balls up
tight and ready to unload.

  "Open wide, Bitch.  HERE IT CUMS!"

  The first cum jet fired straight into my wife's open mouth. 
Rather than pull away, she stretched her mouth even wider in an
effort to get the entire load.  The second gush of semen splashed
over her right cheek and ran down where it dripped off her chin
forming a long cum rope.  Several more thick streams of semen
fired out coating her eyes, her nose, but mostly filling her
mouth full of his load.

  When his sex gun was shooting blanks, my wife smiled and pushed
some of the huge cum load in her mouth outward so we could all
see the monster wad of semen pooled in her mouth.  Marion moved
the big wad around over her lips and tongue several times, then
closed her mouth and swallowed.

  Several other men had their cocks out and were waiting for
Brent to finish, so they could get a piece of this hot-assed,
brunette slut.  I had no interest in seeing my wife gang-banged
so I simply said, "Lamp! First Wish is 3."

  Immediately, an expression of horror spread over my wife's face
as she realized that she had just been thoroughly screwed in
front of several men.  She gasped, "Oh god... not again."

  I was next to her in a flash, pulling up her top and helping
her into her skirt.  We left without further incident.  Once I
got her in the car, she was again starting to weep.  That was
easy to fix.  I just changed her libido to Level 6, and she
stopped instantly.

  "Damn!  That was incredibly hot, but you must have hated it.  I
didn't intend for him to make a spectator sport out of fucking
me.  But I guess he was still so damn mad at what I had done to
him earlier, he was going to punish me for it.  He really did,
didn't he?"

  "No.  I don't think so."

  "Why not... screwing me in front of all those guys and my
husband too."

  "Punishment is supposed to hurt or be embarrassing.  You loved
it.  How many times did you cum."

  "I'm not sure," my wife said evasively.

  "After not being able to cum your whole life, I know you were
counting.  How many times?"

  "Eleven, Darling.  Eleven.  But by the time we get home, I'll
be more than ready for more."

  She was.  Before morning, eleven had become 19, and I was worn
out.

=================================

The Second Wish

  After the wild night at "Lover's Rendezvous", I had a near
complete understanding of the effect of Levels 4, 5, 6, and 7 of
the First Wish on my wife's libido.  At Level 4, she was a
normal, loving, and passionate wife who liked sex, had frequent
orgasms, liked to flirt, but at the same time, retained control.
At Level 5, her desire for sex and the intensity of her orgasms
increased significantly.  She like to flash her body, and if the
situation were right, would permit liberties with other men
perhaps even to the point of having sex with them.

  At Level 6, her inhibitions were almost completely gone.  The
attention of men excited her to the point that she would willing
have sex with any aggressive male.  At Level 7, she desired sex
constantly and would seek out males to provide it.  At the
Rendezvous at Level 7, she was more than ready to be the object
of a gang bang.  So far, the effect of Levels 8, 9, and 10 were
unknown.  I couldn't really imagine what Marion would do at those
levels.

  With all this information, I decided that I normally wanted my
wife at Level 5 while I was at work.  At that level, I was sure
she would flirt with and tease other men.  Her desire would build
during the day so that by evening she would be wild for sex with
me.  Every evening proved to be an erotic sexual adventure with
an intensely excited woman.  If it got to be too much of a drain
on me, I could easily roll the level back to 2 or 3.

  Obviously, there was some risk at putting Marion at Level 5
while I was at work.  If she met a really attractive, sexy man
who was determined and aggressive, she would no doubt be soundly
and thoroughly fucked, but even that was not without its exotic
benefits.  Just thinking about it at work, always got me hard and
hot.  Besides, it was a small risk.  After a week, although she
had had some erotic encounters during the day, she had not been
screwed.  I knew that because when I moved her to Level 6, she
would get so hot and wild for sex, she would tell me all the hot
details about her day.

  The second week after obtaining the lamp's power, I was working
at my desk when my secretary, Beth, came in to deliver the
morning mail.  As she retreated to her office, I noticed the sexy
swing of her ass.  Beth was 32, married, the mother of two
children and, as far as I could tell, faithful to her husband.
Occasionally, she flirted with me, but it was just to make our
work day more pleasant.

  As I inspected her swinging ass that morning, I realized that I
had yet to explore the effect of the Second Wish.  Lambert had
told me that my libido and appeal to women was Level 5, so
anything lower would be going in the wrong direction as far as I
was concerned.  The effects of higher levels were completely
unknown.  Clearly, it was time to find out.

  I had been wondering if it was really necessary to speak aloud
to activated the lamp's power to change the libido level.  I
could check that right here in my office.  To myself, I thought,
"Lamp! Second Wish level is 6."

  I felt the effect immediately!  It was astounding and also
shocking.  My cock seemed to grow and become semi hard inside my
pants.  Instead of thinking about Beth's ass as beautiful and
sexy, I found myself thinking about it as something that would be
hot to fuck.  I also realized that I wanted to see it naked. 
After five minutes, I was thinking about fucking her married
cunt.

  I was in the process of imagining how tight her pussy might be,
when my secretary appeared at my door.  She seemed unsteady in
her heels as she moved to the filing cabinets at the side of my
office.  She stared at me, her tongue sliding over her top lip. 
As I watched, she slowly turned her back to me and bent over at
the waist, presumably to get something from the next to the
bottom drawer of the cabinet, but in reality because she was hot
and wanted me to see  up her skirt.

  At first, her skirt rose to the tops of her thighs.  "Beth, I
think what you want is in the very bottom drawer.  Can you reach
it?"

  "Yesss...," she moaned as she bent over still further.  Her
skirt was now up over her ass, exposing the white, lace panties
she was wearing.  The were pulled tightly against her pussy, and
even from my desk, I could tell that they were wet.  The way they
disappeared from sight between her thighs was intensely erotic. 
My cock surged and throbbed at the sight of the delectable female
ass.

  "Find what you're looking for?"

  "Not yet.  It will probably take some searching."  She held her
position and let me examine her thighs, her ass cheeks, and the
way her panties slipped into her crevices.

  "Do you see it?" I asked.

  "No.  I'm still looking."

  "So am I, and I certainly see it."

  Beth moaned softly and dropped all pretense at trying to find
some document in the bottom drawer.

  "Spread wider, Beth.  And bend over more."

  She hesitated, and I thought, "Lamp! Second Wish is level 7."

  Beth's body shuddered as she opened her legs even further. "Oh
god!  My husband would kill me if he knew what I was doing," she
groaned as she spread and bent forward.  Her skirt was now up to
her hips totally exposing her ass, the plane of her cunt.  I
could even see her small triangle of bush through the thin
panties.

  "Mount my desk, Beth," I said softly.

  She raised up and moved to the front of my desk.  She stood
there motionless except for the excited heaving of her breasts.

  "Mount the desk!"

  "Oohhh... ooohhh... ooohhh...  Ah!  Ah!  Ah!  Ah!  Ooohhh, I
shouldn't be doing this."

  "Why are you doing it?"

  "I don't know... I'm just hot... sooo damn hot for you.  I feel
like a bitch in heat... I'm throbbing," she moaned.

  "Mount the desk, Beth.  Now!"

  Moaning, the near helpless woman got on my desk on her hands
and knees.  Bending over, she stared at the bulge of my cock. 
Unzipping, I pulled it out.  Beth gasped, her hand pressing her
breasts.  I was as shocked as she was.  My normal 7 and a half
inch cock had thickened and extended beyond 8 inches.  It reared
upward... rigid, steel-hard, and leaking copious quantities of
precum.

  "Suck!" I ordered.

  "Ooohhh ... I can't... I can't," she wailed.  "I'm married.  I
love my husband.  I can't suck you."  But she didn't move away. 
Her eyes remained locked on the throbbing, thick male snake.

  "Suck," I repeated.  "You're going to be sucking regularly form
now on."

  Beth's body began to shake... her hand thrust between her
thighs.  "I'm cumming!  OOOOohhhh... I'm cumming," she gasped.

  "Suck.  I won't tell you again."

  Her pussy was still convulsing when she bent forward, thrust
her face into my lap and took five inches of man meat into her
mouth.  I held her steady and forced the head of my cock into her
throat.   Once it was buried, it was easy to shove two more
inches of cock down her throat.  She came again.

  I pulled Beth's mouth off my organ by her hair and got her to
her feet.  She had to hold onto me her legs was quaking so much.
I unzipped her dress in the back and pulled it down her thighs
taking her panties with it.  One quick motion unhooked her bra
and it joined the rest of her clothes on the floor.

  "On your back, Beth.  On my desk.  Now!"

  "Oh Nooo... not on your desk... like a whore... please... do me
on the couch," she pleaded.

  "If you want my cock, get on the desk on your back."

  She scrambled onto my desk and turned on her back.  Her hips
were already thrusting in small fuck motions.  "Legs up, Beth. 
You know the position.  Assume it!"

  Beth's legs jerked into the air as she reached down and opened
her pussy for me.  After aligning my thick, pulsing rod with her
opening, I whispered, "Put it in, Beth.  Stick my cock in your
hot cunt."

  She wailed in ecstasy as it plunged into her core.

-----------------------

  The next day at work, I took care to reduce the Second Wish
level to back to 5 where I expected that Beth would go back to
her flirting ways but not be wild for sex with me.  That happened
to some extent, but not completely.

  The first time she came into my office on the following day,
she smiled seductively, came over sat on my lap, and kissed me. 
"Oh Honey, that was crazy yesterday, wasn't it?  I don't know
what came over me, but I just felt like I was on fire to have sex
with you... and Man!  Did you ever ring my bell!  You were some
stud!"

  "How did things go at home?  Did your husband suspect?"

  "Maybe a little.  I was all over him in bed last night, and he
wondered what had gotten me so hot.  I just told him that I had
been thinking about his big hard cock all day at work.  The truth
is that while he was fucking me, I was imagining that it was you
on me... in me... pounding my throbbing pussy.   Ummmmmmm.... "

  Beth squirmed her ass on my lap feeling my rapidly rising
erection.  "Damn... it's getting hard again.  I never, ever
realized you had such a huge dick, Mr. Cottier.  You can use that
thing in me anytime.  Can you tell any difference in what I'm
wearing today?"

  "Well... it's a different dress," I said lamely.

  "True, but that's not the most important difference."

  "What is it then?"

  Beth got off my lap, and then leaned over and whispered in my
ear, "I'm not wearing any panties under the dress.  I won't be
wearing panties to work any longer, Mr. Cottier.  I want to be
ready for you when you decide to fuck me."

  I didn't really understand why Beth was so damn wild this
morning.   I had set the Second Wish level at 5 this morning so
she should have been excited but not wild to be fucked, as she
obviously was.  As Beth walked from my office, she paused at the
door and lifted her dress to prove that she wasn't wearing
panties. She even put her knee up on her desk to expose not only
her naked ass but her wet, open cunt as well.

----------------------------

  Dinner was cooking when I arrived home that evening.  The aroma
was marvelous.  The table was already set, and Marion was humming
as she put the finishing touches on dinner.  She was dressed in
one of her new outfits that showed off her gorgeous figure.  I
couldn't take my eyes off her large thrusting mounds and her sexy
legs encased in dark, thigh-high stockings with a pair of hot
fuck-me heels on her feet.

  "Close your mouth, Darling," she teased.  "I think you really
like what you see."

  "More than I can tell you, Marion.  I love the new you!"

  "That's good, Lover, because so do I!"  She moved into my arms
and kissed me with passion.  "Shall we have a before dinner
cocktail before we call the children?"

  "Love to.  I'll fix it."

  "Too late, Baby.  I already have them ready in the fridge.  Sit
down, and I'll bring them."

  I took a seat in a lounge chair in the den, and a moment later,
my wife handed my cocktail.  Instead of sitting opposite me in a
chair, she perched on a nearby table top and crossed her legs.
The position gave me a great view of her legs and thighs.  We
sipped our drinks and slowly she pulled her skirt higher to let
me see more and more.

  "MMMmmmmm... You're getting hard, Honey.   Really hard!  That
looks really big!  I hope you're planning on using that on me and
in me this evening."

  "Hell yes!  I can't wait.  Let's do it now."

  "Dinner will spoil, Lover.  Besides, it will be even bigger and
harder later on.  Finish your drink."

  As I took the last swallows, my wife leaned back on the table
and thrust her big tits outward.  "Which do you like better, my
legs or my tits?"

  "Your legs... definitely your legs."

  "Call the children, Dear.  We need to eat dinner... later, you
can eat me."

------------------------------

  Throughout the dinner, every time my wife got up to get
something, she would take the opportunity to cup her tits, or
hike her dress to let me see her legs, or bend over so I could
see down her cleavage.  Once, she wasn't careful enough and Susan
saw her hiking her dress.

  "You're showing off your legs to Daddy, aren't you Mom?"

  I expected Marion to make up some excuse, like she was checking
her stockings for runs, but she grinned at our daughter and said,
"He likes my legs, Honey.  And I like having him look at them. 
In a few years, you'll understand better."

  "How old should I be before I start showing off my legs to
boys?" she asked.

  "There's no magic age, Darling.  Just whenever you find that
enjoy doing it."

  After dinner, I was helping Susan with some of her mathematics
homework while Marion sat in a lounge chair reading a novel. 
After a half hour or so, my wife strolled into the kitchen as
Susan and I continued working on her homework.

  I helped my daughter understand the method needed to solve two
more of the problems, and while she was working on them, I
glanced into the kitchen to see what Marion as doing.  The sight
that greeted my eyes surprised me, to say the least.  Marion was
sitting on the kitchen counter with her left leg flat on the
counter top.  Her right heel was planted firmly on the counter to
steeple her right knee.  With her skirt all the way up to her
waist, all of her legs, thighs, and black panties were on
display.  She had also pulled her top down to expose over half of
her tits.  Her fingers slowly and sensuously were sliding up and
down her panties right over her pussy slit.  She looked totally
obscene.

  If Susan happened to look into the kitchen she would have seen
exactly what I was seeing.  Marion had always taken great pains
to avoid having our kids see any display of sexuality between us.
 Now, it was exactly the opposite.  I knew I had the level of the
First Wish set to 5, so I was surprised.

  At 9 PM, I put the kids to bed as the next day was a school day
and that was their normal bedtime.  When I returned to the den,
Marion was lying on the same table that she had used when she
exposed her legs for me while we were enjoying cocktails before
dinner.  But this time, she was naked except for her thigh-high
stockings and her heels.  She had her legs straight up in the air
and her hand between her thighs rubbing her clit hard and fast.

  "Oooohh watch me doing it, Darling.  I know you have always
wanted to watch me masturbate.  So sit down and watch your hot
wife doing it for you.  Take out your big cock, Baby, and jerk it
while you watch me."

  As I stroked my rigid dick, I again checked the level setting
on the First Wish.  It was 5, just like I thought, but Marion was
acting like it was at least a 6.

----------------------

  My wife screamed and grunted when she came on her fingers.  I
could see her clit dancing wildly as her vagina and assholes
pulsed and contracted.  I had to struggle not to shoot off in the
air as I had other places I wanted to put my load.

  "Ohhh... you didn't shoot off... I love that.  You want to fuck
me with that big thing, don't you, Baby?  Take me to our bedroom
and screw me, Lover.  Fuck my hot, wet pussy."

  She moved into my arms and wrapped her hand around my rigid
prick.  "Ooohh Wow!  It seems even bigger than usual.  That's got
to be close to 8 inches.  Damn!  I didn't realize my husband was
such a hung stud."   As we approached our bedroom, my wife
grinned and said, "I need to warn you, Honey.  I didn't make up
our bedroom today."

  "So what!  We're gonna mess up the bed anyway."

  When I entered the master bedroom, my surprise at seeing my
wife spreading wide open on the kitchen counter earlier was
dwarfed by my shock at the condition of our bedroom.  All the
covers were piled in a huge heap in the corner.  The bottom sheet
was attached to the bed only at one corner.  Dried sexual stains
appeared all over it.  Some of the stains that were crusted over
were obviously dried male semen.

  Two large pillows were stacked, one atop the other, in the
center of the bed, their purpose obviously being to elevate the
female body resting on the pillows.  The indentation in the top
pillow suggested that it was a female ass that had most recently
been elevated.

  A nearly empty bottle of massage oil rested on the bedside
table in a spreading pool of oil.  Beside the massage oil, was a
half empty, large bottle of astroglide, and beside that, was tube
of KY jelly that had been clearly squeezed in the middle.

  Female clothes... a bra, two thigh-high stockings, a black
thong, short mini skirt and matching top, and finally a pair of
4-inch, fuck-me heels were scattered about the floor of the
bedroom.  Just as conspicuous was the total absence of male
clothing.

  Used tissues were scattered about the bed and on the floor.  A
digital camera rested on the bureau top.  It had been opened and
its memory chip removed.

  Turning to face my wife, I saw her leaning up against the
doorframe, her hand on her hip in a saucy pose.  "You got fucked
in our bed today," I stated.

  "MMMmmmm...did I ever.  Would you prefer to screw your hot wife
in the guest bedroom?"

  "Who fucked you?"

  "Do you remember the guy who gave me his business card at
Martin's a couple of weeks ago?  The one who wrote a note on it
asking me to call."

  "I remember."

  "His name is Roman, Roman Hawthorn.  Anyway, you had me so hot
my pussy was dripping.  I needed sex bad and you were at work...
so I called Roman."

  "How did I have you so hot?  We didn't do anything this
morning."

  "You were in bed with me when we woke up.  You kissed me...
pressed that huge cock against my mound when you left for work. 
I don't think you realize the effect you have on women...
particularly on me.  You saw me tonight.  Even with the children
present, I couldn't resist exposing my body to you, hoping to get
you hard, to make you want to fuck me.  I was in heat this
afternoon."

  "Wow!  You're right.  I didn't realize, but I'm beginning to. 
What happened after you called Roman?"

  "He wanted me to come to his office.  I refused and suggested
it would much more erotic here... in my bed... where my husband
fucks me.  He was here in less than 30 minutes."

  "Tell me... every thing!"

  Marion glanced down at my bulge.  "You're hard aren't you?  Is
it really big and hard?"  She didn't wait for an answer.  Moving
beside me, her hand stroked up and down the length of my engorged
penis.  With one motion, she had me unzipped and a moment later,
had my cock out.

  "Jezz!!  OH MY GAWD!" my wife gasped in amazement.

  I was as amazed as she was.  My cock was a full eight inches or
maybe more and thick.  The swollen purple head bulged and pulsed,
precum hanging from the tip.

  "Later, Lover. Later!  I need to be fucked with this thing.
NOW!  PLEASE!  I'll tell you how I got fucked later after you put
a load into me.  I'll get you hard again and you can give it to
me  while I'm telling you how big a slut your wife was today.

----------------------

  We stripped each other frantically to the point that Marion was
down to her stockings and heels.  Once I had her on the bed, I
growled, "Get your hot ass on those pillows just like you had for
Roman."

  As I expected, my wife's ass was a perfect fit for the
indentation in the top pillow.  Shoving her legs back, I saw that
her pussy had been stretched into a big hole.  Cunt juices
bubbled out of the gaping opening.

  "It looks like he's big... really big.  Is he?"

  "Oh fuck Yes!  Nearly eight inches.  He fucked the shit out of
me... but you're even bigger... OOOhhhh god!  Look at the size of
that thing... it's gonna kill me... How did it get so damn huge,
Honey?"

  "Must be the new you.  Was pretty hard to get really big and
hard with a wife who had never had an orgasm and hated sex."

  "Ooohh I'm so sorry for that.  You should have tied me up and
whipped my ass until I learned how to treat a man.  I know now...
though... hurry, Baby.  Use my hot cunt."

  I pressed the bloated head against her opening and even as
widely stretched as she was after Roman had screwed her, her hole
had to stretch even further to take my cock.  Marion howled with
delight as she felt her pussy being stretched open... then she
shrieked like a hot whore when the thick shaft started into her
sex channel.

  "OOOOHHHHHHHHHH AAEEEEEIIII.... sooo good... AAAAHHHHHH... Fuck
meeeeee... Harder, Lover.  Jezz!  WHAT A C0CK! UGH!  UGH!  UGH!"

  Shoving my hands beneath her ass, I drove my entire length into
her vagina.  The head thudded against her womb... pushed it back
out of the way and plunged inward.  My wife grunted as the breath
was knocked from her by the hard thrust into her cunt.

  Her legs wrapped around my waist, and she pulled me deeper and
deeper into her sex saddle and throbbing vagina.  I hammered her
with rapid, hard strokes causing her to babble.  Her heels were
jerking wildly in the air.  "OOOHHH  SHIT!  GONNA CUM... I'M
GONNA CUMMMMMMMMM!"  She hadn't gotten the words out of her mouth
before her clit and pussy both erupted.

  I continued to thrust in and out of my wife's jerking,
throbbing pussy.  She felt my organ expanding, throbbing deep
inside her hole.  "OOOOhhhhhhhhh... you're gonna shoot in me
aren't you?"

  "I'm gonna flood you, Slut!"

  "Yeaahhhhhhhh... do it.  Pump me full, Lover."  She jerked her
legs further back to make a perfect target of her cunt.  I drove
to the bottom of her vagina on every thrust.  When my dick began
to pump cum into her, she screamed, "Yes!  You're cumming in
meeeeeeeeee.... Breed me, Stud.  Breed your hot whore!"

----------------------

  Shortly after our first orgasms, I was reclining on the bureau
while Marion was sucking me.  She was having no trouble sucking
my 8-inch plus erection deep into her throat.  Before I unloaded,
I pulled her head away from my dick.

  "Now tell me... how else did Roman fuck you this afternoon 
besides with your ass mounted on that pillow?"

  "He had me ride his cock.  Then, he put me on the table, lifted
my legs, and gave it to me in that position.  At the start, he
had me on those pillows on my belly, my ass arched high.  He
fucked my cunt until I came... then he ass fucked to another
orgasm."

  "Get your cunt on my cock and ride me like you rode him,
Bitch."

-----------------

  "UMMPFF... UMMPFF... UMMPFF," came my wife's female grunts of
passion as she slammed her cunt up and down on my engorged thick
fuck stick.

  "Ooohhh yesss... You're fucking me even harder than Roman did,
Lover.  Slam the meat to me, Stud.  AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHhh!!"

  Driving it deep, I felt her vagina throbbing spastically around
my shaft as she throbbed in orgasm.  "He..ooohhh god... he asked
meee... aaaahhhhhhh... harder... harder... oohhh please...
harder!  He asked me to come work for him.... ugh!  ugh!  He
wants to fuck me.... every day... his cock up my cunt... in my
ass... mouth... he just wants my holes available in his office."

  "Did you accept?"  I asked hammering her harder.

  "GGHHHAAAAA.... pay me $75,000 a year.... aaaahhhhhhh... to
have me...uughhh  ugghhh... available ... oohhhh yesss...
available to fuck."

  "Did you accept?"

  "NOo....oohhh you're gonna make me cum again... uuummmmmmmmm...
didn't accept... but I did agree to come by for an interview on
Wednesday."

  "You know he's going to fuck you at the interview."

  "ooohhh... grind it on my clit, Baby... harder.  Mmmmmm... I
know.  Probably several times... like today."

  "Cunt and ass... both holes," I whispered to my wife.

  "Yesss... both holes.  He told me clean and lube my ass
beforehand."

  "Do you want to work for him?"

  "I want him to fuck me again... regularly maybe, but don't want
to work in his office.  Would like to get a job though."

  I turned my wife onto her back, pulled her legs high,and thrust
two fingers into her stretched and dilated asshole. She
grunted... then moaned when my prick sank into her waiting pussy.
 "Where do you want to work?"

  "Maybe at 'Lover's Rendezvous'... as a hostess."

  "You ready to cum, Baby?"

  "Oh yessss... anytime, Darling.  Fuck me and shoot in me!"

  I did.

======================================

A Wife Out of Control

  My wife went to her interview with Roman Hawthorne on Wednesday
afternoon while I was at work.  I got confirmation of this when I
heard my cell phone around 2 PM.  Opening it, I saw a note that I
had a new text message.  It read:

  Hi, Darling.  In Roman's office now.  Naked except for my
heels.  He's already fucked me once.  He's making a few calls...
I'm the bathroom cleaning my cum-filled cunt.  I'll probably be
here for another hour or two... I'm sure my asshole will get it
next.  See you tonight.  OOOXXX  Love, Marion.

  I had a raging hard on by the time I finished reading my wife's
message.  I buzzed for Beth.  As soon as she entered, I said,
"Bend over my desk and show me your naked cunt."

  "OOOOHhhhh yesss!" she moaned as she scurried over to the edge
of my desk, bent over, put her head on the desk, and pulled her
skirt up over her ass.  No panties... just as she had told me.

  "I hope you're ready, Beth, because I'm going to fuck hell out
of you!"

  "OOOHHHh GAWD!  I've been ready and hot as fire ever since that
first time.  Why aren't you fucking me everyday?  You can, you
know.  Anytime.  Hurry, Stud.  Get into me!"

  As I moved behind the panting woman, she thrust her ass high
and opened herself with her fingers.  "Have you told your husband
I'm fucking you?"

  "No, but I will if you want me to.  Stick it in meeeeeeeeee!"

  I slide into her hole slowly...sensuously causing a deep moan
to erupt from her heaving lungs.  "OOOohhhhh god... Your cock...
It's fantastic..  I want it all the time... in me... fucking me."

  I pumped her harder.  She began to grunt and moan.  "We're
going to have another child, Lover...AAAAaaahhhhhhh... fuck me
harder, Mr. Cottier.  I'm going off the pill... I want you to be
the one to breed me... please.  Keep fucking me... shooting in
me... get me pregnant.  AAAAahhhhhhhh... I'm cumming!"

-------------------------

  On Thursday evening, I again found our bedroom a total wreck. 
Marion gave me a devilish smile as she stroked my rigid cock in
the doorway.  "Who fucked you this time?  Hawthorne again?"

  "Hawthorne first, Baby, from noon to nearly 3 PM.  Then, Hal
from 3:30 until after 5:00."

  "Hal?  Hal on my bowling team?  How did that happen?"

  "He came over to see you about the league playoffs.  I was
wearing nothing but bra, panties, and heels.  I asked him to have
a seat... he did.  I sat opposite him and opened my legs.  He
didn't any more encouragement than that."

----------------------------

  It was almost 6 PM before I walked in my front door on Friday
evening.  I wondered who had fucked her that afternoon.  Marion
was sitting in a lounge chair with a glass of wine waiting for
me. As soon as I walked in, she opened her legs and exhibited her
naked cunt that was still dotted with white flecks of Hawthorne's
cum.

  "I see that Hawthorne was here again."

  "No.  I went to his office.  He wanted to 'interview' me in 
greater depth," my wife giggled.

  "And did he explore really deep?"

  "Oh yes, Dear.  He really got to the bottom of things.  But
enough about him.  I've been waiting for you, Darling.  Just
thinking about your huge, gorgeous cock has me hot and ready."

  "Where are the children?"  I asked.

  "At the grandparents for the weekend."

  "Great!  Come on, let's go to the bedroom, you hot Witch.  I've
been waiting to screw you for hours."

  "Sorry, Babe.  You'll just have to hold it.  We have a dinner
engagement tonight with Marge and her husband Larry.  Do you
remember Marge?  The clerk at Victoria's who gave you her phone
number?"

  "Sure.  I remember.  I've just been so wild to have sex with my
wonderful wife, I haven't gotten around to calling."

  "I know.  So I called them this afternoon.  We're picking them
up at 7:30 for dinner at the Olive Garden and then we're heading
for 'Lover's Rendezvous'.

  "That's great, but I was really looking forward to having you
all to myself.  But if the kids are going to gone for the
weekend, I'll two days alone with you anyway."

  "One day, Darling."

  "Why only one?"

  "Because Brent called me today.  You remember Brent... the guy
who fucked me when we returned to the 'Rendezvous.  Anyway, he
called today.  He wants to come over for sex... so I invited him
to join us tomorrow afternoon.  I told him you'd be joining us,
Ok?"

  "God!  You have really changed!"

  "I know.  And I love the new me!  I hope you do too.  Do you?"

  "Feel my cock.  I'm hard as steel thinking about tonight and
tomorrow."

  "I don't have to feel it, Lover.  I can see how big it is.  And
it seems to be getting bigger... It's weird.  Oh... I guess I
should mention that Brent wants to bring a friend.  That Ok?"

  "Think you can handle three guys?"  I asked, surprised and
stunned.

  "Don't know, Lover, but I can't wait to try."

  "Hot Bitch!"

  "Oh yes... and one more thing, Darling."

  "Yes?  What?"

  "Brent's friend is black."

--------------------------

Marge and Larry:

  Throughout the entire trip to pick up Marge and Larry, I was
trying to decide where to set the levels.  I wasn't sure any
longer that it mattered much where I set them as they seemed to
escalate. As we were pulling into Marge and Larry's driveway to
pick them up for our evening out, I made my decision and thought,
"Lamp! First Wish level is 6" followed by, "Lamp! Second Wish
level is 7."  My cock, which was already stiff, hardened further
and throbbed inside my pants.  Beside me, Marion was squeezing
her breasts in hot anticipation.

  Marion waited beside the car while I went to the front door to
let Marge and Larry know we were here.  They were obviously
waiting for us as the door opened as soon as I rang the bell. 
Larry extended his hand, and I took it.  "We need to be on our
way; reservations are for 7:30.  Marion's waiting for you at our
car, Larry."

  As soon as he saw my wife leaning up against the car with a
seductive smile and wearing very little, he stammered, "Jezz...
Is that gorgeous woman your wife?"

  "The same.  I'd better warn you that she's even hotter than she
looks."  I had hardly finished the sentence before Larry was
hurrying toward our car and my wife.

  Marge came out about the time her husband was introducing
himself to Marion.  As soon as she was beside me, I took her in
my arms and kissed her, pressing my erection firmly into her
mound.  Her body began oto tremble instantly.  When I slid my
tongue inside her open mouth, her hips started undulating and
grinding against me.  "Ooohhhhh... are you going to fuck me
before we leave?" she moaned.

  "Later.  It will be even more erotic later.  But I do want to
see what you're wearing under your skirt.  Turn around... bend
over... show me your sexy ass, Marge."

  The world would have thought that my outrageous demand would
net me a hard slap across my face, but under the influence of the
Level 7 Second Wish, Marge couldn't get her skirt up to her waist
fast enough.  "Like my panties, Honey?" she purred.  Then she
turned, bent over, and whispered, "Is my ass Ok?"

  "It's gorgeous!"

  "Do I get to see what you have for me now or do I have to wait?
 It felt like huge, iron bar when you kissed me.  Come on.  Show
it to me.  Turn about is fair play."

  Reluctantly, I removed my hand from Marge's ass and unzipped. 
As hard as I was, I was unable to extract my organ through the
open fly of my pants.  When Marge realized my problem, she
quickly opened my pants at the waist and pulled them wide.  I
slowly pulled my briefs down and released my raging sex weapon.
Now, eight and half inches in length, thick, and swollen, it
brought a gasp from Marge that was part feminine excitement and
part fear.

  "I can't take that... it's just huge!" she whispered in awe.

  "Cunts stretch, Marge.  Before the evening's over, it'll be
completely buried in your pussy."

  She was shuddering as I led her to the car.  Her husband was
kissing my wife in the back seat as his hands explored her big
tits and thighs.

---------------------

  All through dinner, Marion's body squirmed on her chair as
Larry's fingers explored the wet slit of her cunt under the
table.  At one point, Marion leaned over and whispered, "My
husband's playing with your wife's pussy under the table."

  "I know.  He's been in her for ten minutes or so.  She's
already cum once."

  "I'm about to cum and you haven't even touched me.  Do me like
he's doing her... please."

  Before the entrees arrived, Marge had climaxed on my fingers
and Marion had gotten off a second time.

--------------------

  The drive to "Lover's Rendezvous" was erotic.  Marge couldn't
take her eyes off the couple in the back seat.  As she watched,
her fingers worked continuously over her throbbing clitoris. 
"He's fucking her," she breathed, her excitement raging.  "My
husband has your wife on her side... he behind her holding her
leg up ... fucking her.  The people in the cars behind us can see
her leg jerking back and forth... they know she's being fucked...
ooohhhhhhhhhhhh god... that's so damn hot!"

  Larry's load filled my wife's pussy just as we were pulling
into the parking lot.  I drove to the very back of the lot to
give Larry and Marion some privacy to get back into their clothes
while Marge and I waited.  As they dressed, Marge was all over me
grinding her tits into my chest as her ass rotated against my
erection.  "Fuck me like Larry fucked Marion," she moaned.

  I ignored her, which made even more desperate.  As we waited in
the club for the hostess to escort us to our table, Marge
couldn't stop rubbing her body against mine.

  Once we were seated, Larry's hand immediately disappeared
beneath the table, and my wife's body began to make small
thrusting motions.  Marge's excitement had risen to the point
that her inhibitions were essentially gone.  Without worrying
about others hearing, she asked her husband, "Are you finger
fucking her?"

  Larry grinned and nodded.  "Ooooohhhhh... is she about to cum?"

  "She's close... a little more action on her clit, and she'll
explode."

  "Don't do it... stay off her clit... tease her... make her wait
like Lance is making me wait."

  Apparently Larry was following Marge's orders because my wife's
body began to thrust more urgently, obviously trying to entice
Larry's probing fingers onto her clitoris.

  "Take out her tits," Marge ordered.

  "Right here?"

  "Yes!  Right here.  Let everyone see those big jugs of hers."

  Larry looked at me, and I nodded.  With on quick motion, he had
my wife's dress down and her tits resting on the table top.

  By the time we left "Lover's Rendezvous", both women were in a
state of near uncontrollable sexual frenzy, particularly Marge
who had not yet had sex.  In fact, her desperation was the main
reason we cut our evening at the club short.  I felt if we stayed
much longer, she would begin begging any man she saw to fuck her.

  As we were getting in the car, Marge screamed, "It's my turn to
be in the back seat.  I need cock!  Larry, you drive!"

  We weren't out of the parking lot before I had her blouse open,
her tits out, her skirt up to her waist and her panties on the
floorboard of the car.  She was wailing at the top of her lungs
as my fingers plunged in and out of her convulsing cunt.  Every
person we passed as Larry drove out of the lot knew that some
female was either being fucked or about to be.

  Larry hadn't driven a mile before his wife's leg was extended
over the back of the front seat jerking back and forth as my
tongue slashed back and forth across her engorged clitoris.  Her
pussy was exploding over and over in a series of intense
climaxes.

  When Larry finally pulled into our driveway, his wife was
howling and screaming every time my nine-inch, thick sex spear
drove into the depths of her cunt.  She was so hot and wet, there
hadn't been the slightest difficulty in penetrating her fully. 
Each stroke buried nine inches of man meat into her throbbing
cunt.

  No one got to sleep that night until nearly 4 AM.  At first,
Larry and Marion took the master bedroom while I balled Marge in
the guest bedroom.  Later, we got both women spread out on the
bed in the master bedroom and switched back and forth between
their continuously throbbing and contracting holes.  By 2 AM,
both wives had gaping, thoroughly fucked cunt and assholes.

-----------------------------

Brent and Matt:

  Brent and his black friend Matt arrived the next afternoon
around 2 PM.  I was still tired from the sexual marathon of the
previous evening, but at Level 7, Marion was more than ready for
more sex.  Before the night was over, I knew I would probably
need to raise the level to 8 to allow her to satisfy three men.

  It was around 8 PM before I raised the level to an 8.  Once I
did that, she was a wild, insatiable sex machine.  At one point,
Matt had my wife on the bed on her back with her legs up and
spread.  He was socked firmly into her sex saddle and was
hammering Marion hard and fast with his 10-inch cock.  The huge
phallus was sinking all the way into her on every stroke.  At
first, I didn't think she would be able to take it.  Instead and
begging him to slow down... not to fuck her so hard and so deep,
she was urging him to ram her harder... deeper.  Before he
unloaded in her, she must have had five or six orgasms.

=================================

Counsel from the Caretaker:

  Three months had passed since obtaining the wishes, and
something was clearly wrong.  No matter what level I used on
either wish, my wife's libido and mine would rapidly increase so
that within a very short period of time, that was becoming
shorter with every passing day, we would be at much higher
levels.  It seemed obvious to me that I must be doing something
wrong.  I needed to discuss this with Jacque Lambert, the
Caretaker of the Lamp.

  The problem was that I didn't have a clue as to how to contact
him.  In desperation, I decided to return to the flea market
where I had first met him.  Perhaps he would contact me.

  The next afternoon I was wandering through the same flea market
Marion and I had visited that fateful afternoon some three months
previously.  For two hours, I searched every corner of the market
with no success.  Then, just when I was about to give up and
leave, I saw the same store front with its stained glass doorway.
 As I approached, Mr. Lambert himself opened the door and bade me
enter.

  "Good afternoon, Mr. Cottier.  It has only been three months. 
What brings you in search of my counsel?"

  He motioned me to a comfortable chair.  The same table adorned
the center of the room, and the same ornate lamp rested on its
surface.  Over the next 10 minutes or so, I explained the
problem.  "Why can't I keep the level where I set it, Mr.
Lambert?" I asked in conclusion.

  "Did you read the instruction manual, Mr. Cottier?"

  "Yes.  I thought it was very clear.  What did I miss?"

  "And did you read and understand the final page, the one with
the very small print that listed all the warnings and side
effects?"

  "I looked at it, but it was printed in Arabic or some foreign
language."

  "You should have looked more carefully, about two-thirds the
way down the page, the warnings are printed in English.  In fact,
they are printed in most of the common languages of the world."

  "I didn't notice that.  I'll read it immediately.  Thank you."

  "It's very short.  I can save you some time by just filling in
the details here."

  I nodded and Lambert continued:  "The entire idea of the first
year with the lamp's power is to allow you to determine exactly
what settings you desire for the rest of your lives.  To this
end, the lamp automatically allows you to see the effects of the
different levels again and again over the first year."

  "How does it do that?"

  "Exactly as you've described.  You set the First Wish level at
say "4".  You wife's libido for an hour or so is level 4.  If you
have previously set it to 5, her libido will begin to increase
after an hour to level 5.  If you have set it previously to 6, it
increases to that level.  Basically, each time you set the level
of the First or Second Wishes to a given level, you see the
result of that level and all higher levels that you have
previously explored.  The Lamp, therefore, is assuring that you
will have repeated experiences with all levels you have
previously explored."

  "I've taken my wife to Level 8 so far."

  "Then if you reset to 4, her libido will be a 4 for a time,
then it will increase to 5 and from there to 6 and on upward to 7
and finally to 8.  It will not go to 9 until you set the First
Wish to 9."

  "And what happens after the Third Wish is executed after one
year?"

  "That is the final, ultimate setting, Mr. Cottier.  We assume
that after a full year of experience with all levels of the First
and Second Wishes, you will be certain of what level you want to
have for the rest of your life, and you will not make a mistake.
Do you understand now?"

  "Yes... yes, I do.  So basically, for the next 9 months, my
wife's libido is going to be continuously rising to level 8 where
she desires multiple sexual partners often.  And my level will
also rise to an 8 where women beg me for sex.  Is that correct?"

  "Yes.  You have grasped the essential points, Mr. Cottier."

  "So, this morning before I left the house, I set my wife's
libido at Level 4.  That was almost 9 hours ago.  So what is
happening now?"

  Lambert consider my question for a moment.  Then he replied, "I
would estimate that Marion's libido is now a high 7 and is
rapidly approaching 8.  By the time you return home, it will
certainly be at level 8.  I'm certain that you understand the
significance of that, do you not, Mr. Cottier?"

  "It means that when I return home, my wife will be having sex
with several men... either in our bedroom or some other place."

  "Unlikely.  She loves you, Mr. Cottier.  She will not go off to
some other place without informing you and asking you to join
her.  If she hasn't called, she will be having sex in your home."

  "But the children are home," I protested.

  "At Level 8, it will not matter, Mr. Cottier.  Someone will
be... how do you say it... fucking?  screwing?  your wife."

  "Do you have any advice for me?  Anyway I can prevent the level
from rising to uncontrolled levels?"

  "Of course.  You've already discovered that you need not speak
aloud to reset the level.  Simply think, 'Lamp! First Wish level
is 4' or whatever you wish.  That resets the level."

  "My god!  That's so simple.  Why didn't I think of that?"

  "You didn't read the instruction manual, Mr. Cottier."

  "That should take care of all my problems.  Thank you, Mr.
Lambert."

  "You're welcome, but I think you will find over the course of
the next year, that it will not 'take care of all your problems'
as you put it."

  "Why not?"

  "Two reasons, Mr. Cottier.  First, the speed with which the
levels increase accelerates throughout the year.  By the tenth
month, a setting of 4 will increase to the maximum level within
15 minutes.  In the last month, it will only take 2 to 4 minutes.
 So basically, your wife and you will be spending all of your
time at the highest level.  You should have know that the three
wishes always come with a catch!"  At this point, Jacque Lambert
began to laugh.  His laughter increased to evil proportions.

  "So that means..."

  He interrupted me.  "So that means, Mr. Cottier, that before
the year is over and you can stabilize the level forever, your
beautiful wife will have been 'fucked'... 'balled'...
'shagged'... 'screwed'... dear me, so many words for the same
thing.  Anyway, she will have been fucked I would estimate an
average of five times a day over the course of the year... about
1,500 times by maybe 500 different cocks!"  Again there was a
torrent of evil laughter.

  "And what's the second reason?" I asked totally dejected by the
prospect of my wife spending the majority of every day with 
cocks buried in her cunt.

  "As yes!  The second reason.  Before the end of the year, Mr.
Cottier, your wife will have figured out what is happening that
causes her libido to fall and then surge upward.  She will
realize that she enjoys the highest level of libido far, far more
than the lower levels... because you see... women adore...
crave... love... desire... being fucked... much more than men. 
They have a dozen orgasms to your one.  Once she figures out the
situation, she will demand that you set her libido to 8 or
perhaps 9 and leave it there."

  "How do you know that?" I asked, skeptically.

  "Because, Mr. Cottier, I have done this with thousands of
women.  Without exception, all... I repeat, Mr. Cottier, ALL have
forced their husbands to set their final libido to no less than
Level 7 and usually Level 8.  You see, Mr. Cottier, your darling
wife likes big hard cocks in her cunt.  She loves cumming again
and again.  You will either grant her desire or I'm afraid you
will be ... how should I put this... you will be no more."

  "She will kill me?"

  "That's a very indelicate way of putting the situation, Mr.
Cottier, but yes.  that's it in a ... how do you put it... that's
it in a nutshell."

  "I think you're wrong, Mr. Lambert.  Even though my wife
clearly loves the sex and the cocks.  I also know she gets off
harder and more often with me than any other man.  She is not
about to leave me for them."

  "Of course she won't, my dear Sir.  I never said she would. 
She loves your big cock in her ... what do you call it... her
quim... her box... her twat... her pussy... her cunt... her
vagina... your race is very inefficient... you seem to have
dozens of words for the same thing."

  "Would you stick to the point, Mr. Lambert."

  "Yes... yes.  My apologies, Sir.  As I was saying, your wife
loves your big cock in her... more so than any other.  You excite
her more than any other man.  You bring her to harder and more
frequent orgasms than any other man.  She will most certainly not
abandon you for another... unless..."

  "Unless what?"

  "Unless you set your libido level at some ridiculously low
level far below hers.  If you want to keep your wife, Mr.
Cottier, you must select Levels 7 or higher for both the First
and Second Wishes when you exercise the Third Wish."

  "But then she will continue to be fucked by hundreds of
different men every year!"

  "At least hundreds.  Some of the women reach a thousand or
more... but not many, so you probably don't need to concern
yourself over these rare cases."

  "You said you've seen the Lamp grant these three wishes to
thousands of women?  But each one lasts a year!"

  "So?  And your point is?"

  "But... but that makes you over a 1,000 years old!"

  "Who's counting?  I did tell you that there are advantages to
being theCaretaker.  I rather enjoy fucking all those women
frequently and often."

  "How is it that you get to fuck them?  My wife hasn't said a
word about being with a Jacque Lambert.  And she always tells
me."

  "I know she does, and she has.  Has she informed you of the
number of times Mr. Roman Hawthorne has fucked her delightfully
wet cunt?"

  "Yes.  I said she always tells me."

  "How many times do you think he's screwed your wife, Mr.
Cottier?"

  I thought for a bit... she had been seeing him for about two
and a half months now.  I counted.  Finally, I said, "About 75 to
100 times I suppose."

  "Very good, Mr. Cottier.  Actually, if you count the number of
times Mr. Hawthorne has ejaculated inside your wife's vagina, he
has put 162 loads of cum into your wife.  You see, he generally
fucks her 3 or 4 times every time he's with your wife."

  "All right... so what.  How do you get to have sex with all
these women?"

  "Roman Hawthorne is one of many, many aliases and one of many
different personae that I assume, Mr. Cottier.  Of course, I
change from time to time.  I assure you, that over the next nine
months I shall be inside your wife's mouth, cunt, and assholes
many, many more times.  She is really a hot.... what's the
expression you use... as yes... she is really a hot piece of
ass."

  I fell silent... unable to think of anything to say.  Finally,
the Caretaker broke the silence.  "I think you should hurry home,
Mr. Cottier.  You're missing all the fun."

  "What fun?"

  "Matt... you remember Matt... the black man who enjoyed your
wife's favors a month or so ago.  He's at your house right now
with one of his black buddies and a white friend.  I do believe
that they're all fucking your wife right at this moment... one in
her mouth hole... one in her cunt hole... and one enjoying her
very, very tight asshole."

  "How can you possibly know that?"

  The lamp always shows what your wife is doing at all times, Mr.
Cottier.  Come around to this side of the table and see for
yourself."

  I hurried around the table and stared at the lamp.  On the
Caretaker's side, the entire side of the Lamp was like a TV
screen complete with sound.  The current image on the screen
showed my wife in our bedroom taking a huge cock up her ass and a
second big cock up her cunt.  The picture was too small to show
the cock sinking in and out of her mouth.

  As I walked from the ornate and elegant shop, the demonic
laughter echoed throughout the now deserted flea market.

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