You Want It, You Got It

A nymphomaniac is a woman as obsessed with sex as the average man. -- Mignon McLaughlin

It had been building up for the last billion years. In our little corner of the universe the mysterious dark matter, which some now believe makes up most of the mass of the universe, had been coalescing, changing, ready to become something quite different. Deep in the heart of a dark matter nebula the conditions were perfect. All that was necessary was the catalyst.

At the boundary of quantum and classical physics there are things that can’t be explained by our current level of knowledge. Scientists working on string theory have had to postulate multiple dimensions and multiple universes in order to make the math work. The math requires multiple universes. Things seem to pop in and out of our universe and change dimensions. One of the mysteries of the universe is how matter and energy change state. We know they can, Einstein showed their equivalence. But we don’t really understand how or why. This part of our universe was about to get a demonstration. The trigger was a state change of a small amount of anti-matter from one dimension to another dimension. For a fraction of an instant, the density of the area was equivalent to that of a frozen star and two seperate Universes touched, an anti-matter and ours. This created an interaction which pulled anti-matter from the other universe through a ‘tunnel’ in the space-time continuum into our universe. The dark matter of one universe met the anti-matter of the other universe. The anti-matter met with the dark matter of our universe at the boundary of the ‘hole’ in space-time sliding through different dimensions and universes as they interacted, pulling matter and anti-matter together, annihilating each other and becoming energy, an incredible form and intensity of energy which existed in eleven dimensions and two universes at the same time. This sort of energy was the sort released during the big bang. That was the catalyst.

In a fraction of a second the energy released ripped a gaping hole in the space-time continuum of both universes and the dark matter of our universe changed state, dimensions and universes with the white matter of the other. The energy released blew most of the matter outward into space as the ‘hole’ in space-time warped the fabric of the continuum sending ripples, like a flag waving in the breeze, through the substance of space-time. But it was enough, creating in that moment an entire spiral galaxy of stars. It wasn’t quite as spectacular as the Big Bang, but it wasn’t all that different either. Scientists on earth were about to learn that the creation and destruction of matter and energy, which they had assumed only existed at the quantum level, could occur at the galactic level as well. The merging and then violent separation of two universes and twenty-two dimensions unleashed a burst of energy never before witnessed or even considered possible in the post-Bang Universe. That energy, of a type previously unknown to man, went rushing outward through the 22 dimensions of space at speed c.

On Earth, a group of college physics students were re-creating a famous experiment to measure relativity. They had one detector on the top of the San Gabriel Mountains and a second detector at the base of the foothills in Pasadena. The two detectors were designed to measure the decay in particles as they moved through the earth’s atmosphere. If Relativity was correct, the particles raining on the Earth at .9998 times the speed of light had a different internal clock; their time moved at a different rate than the clock on earth. If the students were measuring, let’s say, a thousand particles a minute at 12,000 feet and they degraded at a certain rate, then they could calculate that only say two hundred would reach the surface at Pasadena. But if the particles internal clock moved at relativistic speeds, slower than earth’s clock a result of the v2 over c2 function, fewer would degrade and a higher percentage would reach the second detector. The students were duplicating the experiment as part of their graduate physics class. They were watching the detectors and noting that the results were 700 an hour, showing that the particles in fact were running on a relativistic clock.

Their detectors went crazy. The dials maxed out. The professor jumped forward staring at the dials as they bounced, fidgeted, and then died only, to max out again. Nothing could make the instruments act that way. He had never seen or heard of anything like it. His students watched his face turn to surprise and then worry. He had earned his PhD at MIT, done his post doctoral work at Cal Tech. If he was worried then they were worried. They exchanged startled glances but no one said a word as their professor sat, chin in hand, and stared at the gauges his pencil twitching in his nervous fingers.

All over the earth, particle detectors, gamma ray detectors, all kinds of detectors went crazy. Cloud chambers turned completely opaque and stayed that way. But they weren’t measuring gamma rays, or any elementary particle seen before. It was some new type of energy, unexplained, immeasurable with our current instruments but detectable. The lower bands of the electromagnetic spectrum, radio and microwave were mostly unaffected. But there were some anomalies. Cell phones were completely useless. After the initial panic, productivity rose 10%, accidents decreased 10%, stress levels dropped 100% and people could enjoy an evening on the town without some rude bastard taking a call in the middle of a movie or nice dinner. Unfortunately, the civility only lasted a few weeks, until cell phones started working again.

Current instruments couldn’t interpret or even accurately measure the energy. It seemed to be both wave and particle, but neither. Our technology simply wasn’t up to measuring the 22 dimensions that the energy burst was oscillating through as it hit the earth. Scientists the world over could see that Earth was being bombarded by something that acted like every type of energy and particle there was, but it wasn’t. It was something new.

Several times in the history of Earth, the planet had suddenly changed. Looking at the fossil record, scientists knew that great changes could occur in life on earth in a very short time span, while for long periods very little change occurred. There were theories, meteor impacts, sun pulses, volcanoes but no facts to explain these sudden changes. The earth was about to change... but people didn’t know it.

The energy bathed the earth for two weeks. The Aurora Borealis glowed so brightly that it could be seen during the day and spread as far south as the equator. Everything was affected. The energy penetrated deeply into the earth’s crust. Detectors buried miles deep went crazy. Nuclear submarine crews watched as their instruments showed emergency conditions, initiated safety shut downs of their reactors, only to find nothing wrong after the two weeks had passed and the strange storm receded.

Scientists worldwide tried to fathom what had happened. They noted the new Galaxy where nothing, or so they thought, had been before. The new Galaxy was expanding from a small core and spinning at an incredible rate, hundreds of times faster than our galaxy. But even in the first two weeks they could see the expansion and spin slowing markedly as the tremendous energies of creation bled off into the universe. Energies were being released, but these were the normal energies scientists had measured before. Nearly the entire electro-magnetic spectrum and particles of all sorts were streaming from the new galaxy. These the scientists could measure and analyze. There was nothing to worry the scientists in those energies they could measure. But what was the unknown energy that had been released in the creation of this new Galaxy? What had we experienced?

Deep in the human body, changes occurred. The mysterious energy had been attracted to the second human X chromosome. In a matter of days every woman on earth was different. It took a while for the fact to become apparent. The hundreds of thousands of genes that made women different from men had been affected. An interesting aside, Pan Troglodyte, Chimpanzees, share 98.5% of their DNA with humans. Whereas, men and women share only about 97.8% of their DNA. Really, a woman is closer to a female chimp than she is to a man on a genetic level. Of course, women could reverse this analogy. In a genetic sense men and women really are a separate species.

People were slow to understand what had happened, but on the molecular level, women were now different. The chemical processes of life changed. The way their brain used various neural paths changed. The way their glands produced hormones changed. The way their bodies functioned changed. These small elementary changes began to affect women in profound ways. Their behaviors, desires, even thoughts began to change. In a week people were noticing. What had taken evolution 10,000 generations to mold, changed in a few weeks.

Women had always had the upper hand in the battle of the sexes. Every woman knew she could have sex if she wanted it. All she had to do was let a man know. Now she might not get the exact man she wanted, Sean Connery could only handle so many women, but she could have sex if she wanted. This had been true for so long that it had become part of the structure of women. They could afford to be picky, and they were. As long as women held a monopoly on pussy they ran the world, and in their very genetic material, they knew it. The superiority of women in the battle of the sexes was ingrained into every culture on earth, no matter how valiantly man had attempted to fight. Men had to beg, pander, and pay through the nose just to get a whiff of that glorious, desired, longed for, obsessed over pussy. Men would gladly give their most precious possessions, gold, diamonds, money, and self-esteem for the experience. Women controlled all of that pussy and they knew it.

Two guys were talking over coffee. Like most guys, they were more worried about who would win the football game than if the world was coming to an end. If their team lost it didn’t matter if the world did end.

“Look, we got the best line in the division. As long as Jimmy has enough time to throw we can score 30. We win,” Harv said.

“We gotta stop the run. If they hold the ball for 40 minutes it don’t matter. Jamal has 900 yards already. We gotta stop the run,” Matt responded.

“Yeah.” There was a pause as they sipped coffee. “My old lady has gone crazy,” Harv said. Matt raised his eyebrows and took another sip. “No really. I mean off her rocker.” Looking quite serious, he spoke quietly getting Matt’s attention. “Three nights ago she comes to bed. Doesn’t even turn out the light and says, ‘You wanna screw?’ I bet she ain’t asked for sex in five years. Just like that, ‘You wanna screw?’ I nearly shit. Of course I says, ‘Yes.’ She reaches out and grabs my pecker, gives it a few yanks, gets me hard enough and then sits on it. I’m wondering, 'Who the hell this is in my bed.' It sure as hell ain’t Joan. Christ, usually she looks like she’d rather be reading. Anyway, she gets herself off, rolls away, and she’s snoring.”

Matt shook his head and was about to say something when Harv continued, “The same thing happens the next night and again last night. I tell you, we ain’t had sex three days in a row since our honeymoon. I think her brain’s been taken over by an alien. You know, like something outta the movies.”

Matt looked around the coffee shop before leaning forward, “You’re not shittin’ me are you.”

Harv said, “On my hope that we win the Super Bowl.”

Matt looked at him, he was serious. “Harv, I wasn’t gonna mention this but two nights ago Cheryl sends the kids to bed and leans over and grabs my crotch. I mean, the kids weren’t even in their rooms yet. She goes down and starts giving me a BJ like she’s starving. She ain’t put my dick in her mouth in ten years and then she always acted like she was doin’ me a favor. As soon as I’m hard she jumped in my lap and we go at it. I cum and she don’t stop. She just keeps going. Last night, she dragged me to bed before the Tonight Show even started. I missed the monologue. Just like you say, we ain’t done it two nights in a row, since I can’t remember. Shit, more than once a month has me feeling like I gotta confess to Father Pat for being a sex fiend.” They both laughed. Then they were quiet, wondering, ‘What the hell was going on?’

George was in his hotel room going over the sales figures for the Western Division. Oregon was doing way better but Idaho was falling off the graph. 'Second year in a row,' he thought to himself. Maybe it’s time for a change. The manager of Idaho might have to go. There was a knock on his door.

Michelle, his boss, entered. “You still working?” she asked.

“Yeah. I’m looking at sales figures for the Western Division. Idaho is in trouble, again,” he said.

“You’re working too hard, George. All work and no play makes for a dull boy. Tell you what. Turn off your computer and we’ll figure out how to have some fun,” she said turning away from the window.

“Michelle,” he said slightly exasperated. “I have to get this done or Sam is going to roast me.”

“Let me worry about Sam. You work for me, not Sam. I can take care of Sam. You scratch my back and I’ll scratch yours,” she said.

George was confused, “Michelle, Sam is going to be pissed if I don’t have those numbers in the morning.”

Michelle wandered over to where George was sitting. “Like I say, I can take care of you.” She put her hand on his back and stroked down lower until her hand was on his ass.

George bounced out of his chair as if it were electrified, “MICHELLE!”

Undeterred, Michelle followed. “Like I said, you take care of me and I’ll take care of you. You do want to take care of me, don’t you?” She trapped him against the wall of his room and pressed against him. “Don’t you?”

“I’m married,” he said feeling the blood rush to his cock.

Michelle pressed against him, feeling the new bulge. “Hmm, I like the feel of that. I’m married too, you know. But unfortunately they are in Dallas and we are here in Seattle. It’s raining in Seattle and there’s nothing else to do. Besides, what they don’t know won’t hurt them, now will it? What happens in Seattle, stays in Seattle.” She leaned in and pressed her lips against his.

'I am being sexually harassed', he thought as her tongue fought its way between his lips. Enough blood had run into his cock so that his brain was becoming oxygen starved. His tongue responded. Michelle started to rip at his clothes and hers. He helped and as soon as their clothes were off, she was pushing him onto his back on the bed. She mounted him, her pussy already sopping with arousal, and sat on his cock. Their coupling was fast. As soon as Michelle hit her climax, she rolled off leaving George unfulfilled.

“Michelle, what about me?’ he asked.

“Oh sorry,” she said rolling back toward him. “Maybe you could handle it.”

“What?” he asked.

“You know,” she said. “Hand-le it.”

George couldn’t believe she intended to leave him this way. “Maybe you could use your mouth,” he said hopefully.

“Don’t like the taste,” she said. She got out of bed and started to dress. “Maybe you can work on those numbers for the morning. You’re right, Sam can be an unpleasant bastard. See you in the morning,” she said as she headed for the door.

George stared at his deflating hard-on as he heard the door close.

At the division meeting the next day, one of the women from sales hit on him over lunch letting him know she still had her room available if he didn’t want to attend the afternoon session. He considered it for a second but decided against it. This was just too weird.

After the afternoon session, he headed to the airport. It was midnight by the time he made it to Dallas, a long day. Paula picked him up at the curb. “Hi Hon,” he said leaning over to kiss her.

“I’m glad you’re home,” she said. “I’ve missed you. Can’t wait till we get home,” she continued with an unfamiliar leer as her hand slid up his thigh to fondle his genitals. George felt his head spinning. Nothing was right anymore. Everything was going haywire.

At home, Paula dragged him straight to their room. She started pulling his tie off, “C’mon, sweetie. Get undressed. I’ve really missed you.” She pulled her dress over her head and quickly threw her bra and panties onto a chair. He was standing still, watching. “C’mon, let’s get in bed.” He couldn’t move. Paula came over and started to undress him. He cooperated on auto-pilot.

Once he was undressed, she pulled him onto the bed and started kissing him passionately while reaching for his cock. It came flooding in, the night in the hotel and he started to cry. “Paula,” he gasped.

Exasperated she asked, “What?”

“We need to talk,” he said.

“Can’t it wait?” she asked.

“No. It’s important,” he said. She nodded clearly wanting him to hurry as she continued stroking his cock. “In Seattle, something happened.” He paused.

“Yes…” she said.

“Michelle… she sexually harassed me,” he rushed to say.

“She what?” Paula asked.

“She sexually harassed me,” he said with more conviction.

“What did she do?” she asked.

“Well, she came to my room and let me know that I was supposed to support her, you know scratch her back. We were talking about some lay-offs in Idaho and she kinda hinted that my job wasn’t secure. And then she trapped me against a wall in the room and grabbed me and started kissing me. I was worried about you and kids. I didn’t want to lose my job,” he said remembering the events in a very convenient manner.

“That bitch,” Paula spit. “Then what?”

“Well, she ripped off my clothes and pushed me on the bed and just mounted me. I mean, no foreplay or anything. She had her climax and just left. Didn’t even say thanks or anything. I didn’t enjoy it. I didn’t even cum,” he said. “I’m sorry.”

“That slut, thinks she can steal my man.” A pause and then Paula cooed, “It’s okay, sweetie. I’ll show you who cares for you.” Paula kissed lower until she had his cock in her mouth. She smiled and she slurped it up. He was quickly hard. She mounted him and started fucking, “Yes, baby. I’ll make you cum. I’ll show you what a real woman can do.” Paula fucked him hard, squeezing her vaginal muscles on every down stroke, waiting for him, wanting to please him, to win him. She watched intently as her lover reached his climax, letting herself go as he came. She felt him pour into her as her own climax rose. “Oh Fuck,” she screamed, her climax roaring through her body.

She collapsed over him. “There,” she said pleased with herself. “That’s what you needed.” She petted him for a few moments. “And you tell that dyed blonde bitch if she touches you again I’m going to rip the top of her head off and shit in the cavity. You got that?”

George stared at his wife, a stranger. He nodded.

“Good. It’s late.” She rolled away turning out the light and covered herself with the blankets. She was asleep in minutes. George slid under the covers and thought about the last few days. He wondered if he was going nuts.

Greg arrived home a little late. Work was a real bitch these days and he was tired. Bambi met him at the door with a glass of wine, easing his transition into relaxation. Damn, but she was beautiful, he thought. They had been married five years but he was still a little awed by her. He still couldn’t believe he had scored such a beautiful wife. She was a perfect wife, obviously in love with him. He had seen her emasculate guys with a cutting barb at parties if they came on too hard. The sex could be better, sure. He would have liked to be a little more adventurous maybe but he sure wasn’t going to screw it up by pushing hard. He was happy.

Dinner was candlelit accompanied by soft music. He was working on his second glass of wine and feeling the slight buzz.

“Greg,” she said.

“Huh?”

“I know you have been disappointed in our lovemaking,” she said.

“What? Oh no,” he protested. “Really, I like it.”

She smiled, “I didn’t say you didn’t like it but I know that you have hinted at some things you might like.”

Greg had no idea of the right answer to her comment. This was worse than if a woman asked, does this dress make me look fat? Of course what she said was true but he knew from past experience how quickly she could blow up if he pushed her on the topic of sex, especially dirty sex, which is how she described most things beyond the familiar man over woman, face to face, hurry up sex. He was like a deer in the onrushing light of a freight train.

Bambi continued, “I know it. It’s okay. I’ve been thinking about it and I think you’re right. We could use some spice, a little variety.” He smiled wanly still having no idea what to say. “I’ve read that men have certain fantasies…” She paused looking into his eyes. “All men have them - Like having two women at once.”

He swallowed, it couldn’t be happening. She wasn’t really going to propose a ménage a trois with another woman.

She wasn’t. “I would like to please you,” she said. He nodded, now smiling. “But…” she continued.

His heart skipped a beat. ‘Nooooo... don’t take it away,’ his mind screamed.

“I’m not sure I would be ready to do that right away,” dangling the carrot. “Maybe after,” she said.

“After what?” he asked.

Excitedly Bambi leaned forward and told him, “I think our first three-way should be with another man, then we could maybe have one with another woman.” Seeing the look on his face, she continued. “You don’t have to do anything with him. It would be more like both of the men and the woman. That way I could be more comfortable with the whole idea. What do you think?”

Women were used to having their emotions whipsawed by nature and didn’t think anything was unusual. Most women never noticed they could be pit bulls with lipstick one day and love doves the next. But men knew something was up. The bars were full of women on the make. Aggressive women who picked up men and took them back to their place and then kicked them out, politely of course, once they had their way. Married men knew something had changed. They started talking to each other and quickly found out that it was affecting everyone. That’s when they started talking about it openly. The women pooh-poohed it at first, until the volume of the stories reached epic proportions. Then it couldn’t be ignored.

The medical community was stunned, the scientific community was stunned. There was no way to explain using current science what had happened. Scientists, politicians, pundits, preachers, and laymen all watched as their wives, mothers and daughters underwent a transformation before their eyes. Was it the end of the Human species? Only time would reveal that answer.

The scene was a bar, neither dingy nor ritzy. Two women were sitting and nursing their drinks. The first one checked her cell phone – no calls.

“Damn. I haven’t had a date in three days,” Clarisse, who used the professional name of Barely Legal Amber, said.

Tara, known as Yvette and who affected a bad French accent on her answering machine, looked around the bar. “It’s all these sluts giving it away,” she hissed malevolently.

“I’m not going to make rent if this keeps up,” Clarisse whined. “And I have tuition due in September. How am I going to stay in school?” Clarisse wasn’t fortunate enough to be ‘disadvantaged’ as defined by the government. Nor was she rich as defined by anybody. That meant she was on her own. Her first semester in school, she realized she had no hope of making it through four years of college working at Burger King. A want ad, Make Thousands of $$ a Week had led to Adorable Escorts and her first ‘date.’ It wasn’t as remunerative as promised, but she was making enough to make it through college and have some spending money.

Tara took another sip and said, “I know. I have rent and pre-school due on the first. How am I gonna pay it?” Tara had a four-year-old, little formal education, and no job skills. The only thing keeping her off welfare was her booty and her part time job stripping at Centerfolds. The club used to be full on Friday and Saturday. Last weekend, the only people in the club were the dancers, the bartender, the bouncers, and two guys with hygiene problems so bad they couldn’t get a date to save their lives.

The women commiserated as they watched the single women, and a couple of married women prowling the bar looking for their conquest that evening. How did they stand a chance of selling pussy when every guy had two women chasing him trying to give it away?

The sex-for-sale industry wasn’t the only industry affected by the change. Other more disreputable fields were affetced too. It was a bad time for attorneys. Their lifeblood of specious sexual harassment lawsuits dried up. Women were no longer interested in suing. They were much more interested in settling existing lawsuits and pursuing the men who were ‘harassing’ them. Generally, the men were sorry after the women put them to the test. It’s one thing to whistle at a women knowing she’s going to keep walking. But when she comes over, grabs your crotch and then laughs in your face saying you don’t have enough to please her in front of your buddies. Well, the wise quickly learned to keep quiet. Of course, men hadn’t changed. No self respecting man wanted to admit he needed legal help in handling a woman. Their self-image wouldn’t allow it except for the very weakest of men. So this particularly repellant breed, tort attorneys, had to return to ambulance chasing.

Advertising took a beating as well. Sex sells only when it’s suppressed. When men were getting enough real sex, the subliminal sex in most advertising left them cold. It just didn’t matter. What were the beer companies going to do to sell their watered down horse piss when men turned away from their beer ads which were actually selling two semi-nude women? They sure didn’t have anything else to sell. Americans started drinking real beer. It was a sad moment when Budweiser, Coors, and Millers all declared bankruptcy on the same day. Too bad that no one even noticed.

It was bad enough in the developed countries; in the theocracies of Islam it was as if Hell itself had come to earth. Imagine, women demanding sexual pleasure. The response from the religious and political leaders in all too many cases was brutal. Some women suffered the ultimate penalty. People often assume that different societies must have the same expectations as theirs. Of course, nothing could be farther from the truth. Westerners didn’t understand that many women in Muslim countries preferred the chador and the veil and felt protected by the laws of Islam. They didn’t feel suppressed, until now. A social system cannot stand when one gender opposes it uniformly. It is one thing for an Imam to demand certain standards when he can show that his family upholds them. When every woman in his family opposes him, publicly, his authority quickly vanishes. The contest was violent, but short; the outcome was never in doubt. Women have always ruled in the privacy of the home; in the family is where all really important decisions are ultimately made. And now, women spoke with one voice. When his mother, wives, and daughters started demanding, in many cases more than any man could supply, the old patriarchal system of Islam crumbled. The men who couldn’t accept the new were shunted aside, left to ignominy and scorn by the women. It was a humbling experience for the men - an experience that would take a generation for the men to recover from.

Evolution had made men the chaser and women the chased. Women had always been chased and then selected her mate from among the chasers. All of society’s delicate machinery, customs, laws, and ethics were molded by this simple fact. In a moment, by evolutionary standards, that delicate balance was broken. Now women became the chasers. But men hadn’t changed. They felt they should be chasing and women should be chased. When women no longer ran, when they turned, leered, and said, ‘Show me what you got, sailor,’ men were thrown for a loop.

The adaptable are those that survive in times of stress. It was true during this crisis. Some men adapted and some fought the change. But fighting biology is like fighting gravity. If you let go, that glass is going to shatter when it hits the floor. Those men who tried to make their women into images of old were left by the wayside. Their genes would be left out of the breeding pool. A new equilibrium would quickly be achieved. The Earth was going through one of those inexplicable bursts of change.

Tim was sitting in the bar of the local Mexican restaurant waiting for a table. His wife, Lana, was out ‘with the girls.’ Except he knew she wasn’t with any girls. She’d be home late tonight with a smile on her face and she’d be horny as hell from her adventures. Tim wondered what it was about a little fling that made her so ravenous. But she always was when she returned. They had quickly reached a tacit understanding; no entanglements, nothing that would endanger their assets or health, but if either wanted a little extra-curricular fling, the other would gracefully not notice.

So Tim had come to the restaurant for dinner. He would go home after dinner knowing he would need to be on his game to provide the required service when she got home. He was looking forward to it. It would be hot and passionate.

“Anybody sitting here?” a voice asked.

He turned to see an attractive woman standing by the empty chair next to him. “No, I don’t think so.”

“Mind if I sit?” she asked.

“Be my guest,” he said.

She sat down and extended her hand, “Christine.”

He shook her hand and responded, “Tim. Pleased to meet you.”

She ordered a drink and continued the conversation with Tim. When the hostess appeared a few minutes later, Christine pointedly kept Tim’s eye as he readied to leave. “Would you care to join me?” he offered.

“Thank you. I would,” she said standing.

During dinner, Christine kept steering the conversation to erotic topics, for instance asking Tim about his fantasies. By the time dinner was over Tim was pretty sure. “I hate for the evening to be over so soon,” he said.

“No reason for it to be over,” she said. “We can’t go to my place. This is my husband’s balling night. I mean bowling night. He’ll be home any time now. Any ideas?”

Tim considered it. Lana wouldn’t be home for hours. What the heck. “Would you like to come to my place?”

“Love to,” she said.

When they arrived, Tim opened the door and led Christine into the house. As he walked in following Christine he was shocked to see Lana sitting in the living room. Lana smiled and said, “Sorry dear. The girls stood me up tonight. I see at least one of us was going to have a good night.”

Trying to keep from swearing Tim said, “Lana, this is Christine. Christine, my wife Lana.”

“Pleased to meet you”

“And you”

“I was going to show Christine my CD collection. We had a great discussion of classic CDs,” Tim offered.

Lana just let that hang in the air. Having made her point she said, “Well, this is interesting. So Christine, I take it we both are interested in the same thing?”

“CDs?” Christine asked with a smile.

Lana laughed before looking at Tim. “Honey, would you please quit looking so shocked and sit down. I’m afraid you are going to pass out.”

Tim obeyed, still dreading the outcome of this scene. He and Lana had reached an unstated agreement not to ask the other about their separate evenings. But this was something altogether different.

Lana looked at Christine and smiling said, “I think I know how you feel. Disappointed?” Christine nodded slightly. Lana had a look of commiseration. Then she shocked Tim. “I know Tim has always fantasized about this. Would you like to share him tonight?”

Christine looked surprised and sat on one of the chairs. “You’re serious?”

“Don’t worry. He’s up to it,” Lana said laughing.

Christine looked at Tim, who blushed, and back to Lana. “I’ve never…”

“Me either. Well?” Lana asked.

“I can’t say I haven’t thought about it. Okay,” Christine said.

Lana stood and motioned to Tim, “I hope this is fun. C’mon lover boy. We have work for you,” she said winking at Christine who stood and joined arms with Lana. They headed off down the hall giggling. Tim jumped up and followed them to the master bedroom.

Once there, Lana pulled Tim into a passionate kiss. She was unbuttoning and pushing off his clothes. Christine watched for a moment and then joined in the disrobing. When Tim and Christine were nude, Lana turned him around as Christine pulled him into a kiss. Lana started throwing her clothes off.

Tim and Christine fell into bed where Lana quickly joined them. Christine pushed Tim onto his back and mounted him like a cowgirl on her first pony. Lana hoisted herself onto his face. Tim pulled her pussy down onto his face.

Lana had never seen another person having sex. It was a tremendous turn-on watching Christine fucking herself on Tim’s cock. She reached out and started teasing Christine’s nipples bringing a moan to her lips. Then she did something she would never have thought of doing, but the eroticism of the moment overcame her. She leaned forward and kissed Christine.

Christine was surprised, but she was riding her own cresting pleasure drive. The kiss made it even better. She extended her tongue and the women were kissing in earnest.

Christine hit her climax first, moaning and shivering as wave after wave of pleasure surged through her body. Lana was enthralled watching another woman climax. It was incredibly sexy.

As her climax ebbed, Christine fell to the side. Lana saw Tim’s cock standing up and quickly moved over his hips. She lowered herself onto his shaft filling her pussy with his cock. She moaned as she felt her pussy expanding to let him in. “Oh lover,” she moaned.

Tim and Lana had been married long enough that their lovemaking had assumed a sameness. They had done everything many times, and some of the excitement had disappeared. But the addition of Christine changed the dynamics. Tim felt himself excited like he was a teenager again, but with the control and experience of maturity. Lana too felt the experience heightened by the addition of another woman. She had been turned on watching Christine climax. Her own climax was fast approaching as she fucked herself on Tim’s cock.

Tim thumbed her nipples, adding one more level of sensation into her body. Lana felt it crest and then burst throughout her body. Tim watched as the reddish blush covered her chest, her head thrown back as her hips gyrated wildly on his. “Oh GOD!” she screamed. There are no atheist cums. The Japanese believe you touch God at the moment of climax. Maybe that is what Heaven is like, one never-ending orgasm.

Lana fell forward, her pussy still spasming on his cock. Tim looked at Christine as Lana’s breathing returned to normal. Christine was smiling at him her hand slowly moving over her pussy.

“Not satisfied?” Tim asked smiling.

“I was,” she said, “until I watched her cumming. That got me horny again.”

Tim rolled Lana to his other side and then rolled back to Christine. “Let’s see if I can help out.” Christine pulled him into her arms and kissed him deeply. Tim settled between her legs, lined up his cock with her pussy and slowly settled into her body, his cock easily moving into her wet channel.

Christine moaned as his hips met hers, body rubbing against body. “Damn, yes,” she said. “Fuck me.” He did.

Tim started a slow even stroke, nine deep and seven shallow in the ancient Oriental rhythm. The slow shallow thrusts teased Christine and made the following deep thrusts even more exhilarating. Half way to climax already from watching, Tim’s cock quickly brought her close to the edge. Tim sensed her approaching climax and shifted into high gear, thrusting hard and deep into her clasping pussy.

Tim felt her pussy spasm around his cock, milking it as she climaxed. He felt his balls tighten and then explode as his cum blasted from his cock and filled Christine. Their moans blended together in the electric air of the bedroom as their bodies slammed together, each seeking the ultimate.

One last thrust and Tim was spent. He fell onto Christine, struggling to hold himself up as his strength was used up. Finally, he rolled to the side. Christine rolled to his side resting her head on his chest.

“Thank you. I needed that,” she said.

They heard a moan and both looked over at Lana who was furiously rubbing her pussy. Lana saw them watching and moaned, “What do you expect with that show you just put on. And him all used up,” she said looking at his shriveled cock.

“Poor baby,” Christine said smiling. She rose to her knees and crawled over Tim’s sprawled body, settling between Lana’s spread legs. “Maybe I can help.”

“Yes,” Lana pleaded.

Christine’s tongue lapped at Lana’s pussy, teasing her before sliding the length of her slit and lapping at her clitoris. Lana’s hips jumped at the contact. “Yessss…” she hissed

Christine looked up at Tim and said, “Not bad. I see why you guys like to do this.” She sucked Lana’s pussy and lashed Lana with her tongue. Lana’s fingers, were convulsively grabbing at the sheets as her pussy pushed up at Christine’s pleasure giving mouth.

Tim rolled toward the women, leaned down, and took one of Lana’s nipples in his mouth. She moaned from the new sensation. With the two of them attacking Lana, she quickly reached her second climax. “GODDDD…” she screamed her body bucking. Christine had to hold on as she continued lashing Lana’s clitoris until Lana fell back exhausted.

Christine, her face wet with Lana’s spendings, looked up at Tim who had a grin splitting his face. “Nice.”

Christine moved up; she and Tim kissed before collapsing on the bed. Tim licked the leftover pussy juice from her face.

They were lying in bed, the orderliness of bed clothes destroyed by the vigorous activities of the evening. Tim had a silly grin on his face. Lana looked at Tim as she snuggled up behind Christine, who was between the two of them. “Well lover, did the reality live up to the fantasy?”

Tim extended his hand and took Lana’s. “It was better than any fantasy I ever had.”

Christine turned her head back until she was looking up at Lana. They kissed. Then Christine said, “It was better than any fantasy I ever had too. I never thought about being with a woman before. Thank you.”

Lana kissed Christine again. “Me too, lover.” She smiled at Tim, “Thanks for bringing your girlfriend home.”

Tim started to sputter a protest, but Lana was already laughing at him. “Hrumpf,” he said.

Lana wrapped her arms around Christine and teased her breasts. “Tim sweetie, would you mind if I had Christine over one night, just the two of us?”

“Without me?” he asked.

Christine’s nipples were responding to the teasing as they darkened and grew. Fascinated, Tim watched for a moment and then thought about what Lana had really proposed. He felt vaguely uncomfortable with the idea. Hell, it wasn’t too bad having to go out without Lana. Most nights he’d score with some woman. But his wife?

Lana saw the thoughts crossing Tim’s face. “Jealous?” she asked.

Tim looked at Lana, her hands slowly teasing Christine’s extended nipples. He nodded. “I suppose so,” he said.

“Is it different you being here?” she asked.

“Yeah.”

“But you haven’t acted jealous the nights I’ve gone out,” she said.

Tim considered that. “The truth is, I haven’t thought about it. I’ve only thought about what I was doing. I guess I am jealous.”

Lana and Christine exchanged a look. Lana looked back to Tim, “But Honey, I’m not jealous of you.”

Christine nodded her agreement. “I’m not jealous of my hubby’s balling night, I mean bowling night.”

The three laughed for a moment. When they quieted, Tim looked thoughtful and said, “You’re right. There’s no reason for me to be jealous.”

Lana smiled, “Good.” Then looking at Christine, “Next week?”

“I’ll see if I can fit it into my calendar,” she said. “But if you keep tweaking my nipples…”

“Can’t wait?” Lana asked.

“No.” Christine pulled Lana’s face to hers and they kissed, their hands roaming over each other’s body.

Tim watched as the two women began making love. He thought about it. Lana had always been so jealous. Since the Change, she wasn’t anymore. Isn’t this what his fantasies were always like? He looked over and saw Lana between Christine’s thighs, her face buried in her pussy. He heard Lana look up and say to Christine, “Your turn.” Anytime he had watched a scene like this in a movie he had been turned on. Now, watching the reality, it was different. His wife.

Reality and fantasy collided in Tim’s mind. He wanted just this scene for so long. And yet, when it was here he didn’t want it. But he did.

He remembered one of the first times Lana had told him to go to a bar and find himself some fun. When he had protested, she had snapped at him, “Isn’t this what you always wanted? Quit bitching.” He had remembered the old adage, be careful what you wish for. You just might get it.

The scene with the two women making love began to have the surefire effect. His cock started to rise and the thoughts began to flee. ‘Oh well,’ he thought. ‘Things could be worse.’ Tim always was adaptable. He rolled toward the women, rose to his knees and moved behind his wife. He lifted her ass in the air and thrust himself into her. Lana moaned as his cock speared her pussy, but she didn’t miss a beat licking Christine’s pussy. Tim smiled. He had wanted that new plasma screen TV. Maybe he could wheedle that out of Lana in exchange for being somewhere else that night. Yeah, he could make a shopping trip the price for disappearing. About time guys turned the tables. A big smile crossed his face as he exploded in Lana’s pussy. About time.

To my gentle readers:

I can’t decide if I’ve written about a Utopia or a Dystopia. I guess it’s for you to decide…

The Author

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