## Archive-name: the_change1

From: p9182@aol.com (P9182)

Subject: Story: The Change (mf, mm, husband humil., forced fem., more

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

WARNING: IF YOU ARE NOT 21 DO NOT READ THIS STORY. IT IS FICTION AND FANTASY WITH VERY LITTLE FACT, SCIENTIFIC OR OTHERWISE. IT IS INTENDED TO STIMULATE DISCUSSION AND IS EXCLUSIVELY FOR THE USE OF ADULTS IN THE EXPLORATION AND ENJOYMENT OF THEIR OWN SEXUALITY. COMMENTS WELCOME. The Change - Part 1

The combination of the rain on the winshield, the wiper's rythym, the red glow of the dash, the jazz on the cassette player and the two rum & cokes I had on the flight in combined to make my drive home from the airport a cozy, comfortable experience. If I had the slightest notion that my wife wasn't already asleep at 11 p.m. or that she would be agreeable to a romp even if she was awake, I might have driven faster. It seemed that our sex life had died an early death over the last year to the point that I couldn't remember the last time we had made love. Except for that oral session about six months ago that ended with her watching me beat off. Remembering that gave my groin a nice twinge. Oh well, there was always video rental and self abuse.
The final day of my conference had offered nothing very exciting or innovative so I decided to leave early. I caught the last flight that afternoon, picked up my car at the airport - after having another drink at the airport bar - and arrived home around 10:15. I was surprised to find a pickup truck I didn't recognize parked in the driveway. Christ, I hope it's not the furnace again, I thought as I raced to the house in the downpour.
"Hello?" I called as I entered, but got no response. I noticed the lights on in the family room so I went that way. The room was empty but the stereo was playing a jazz cd. I heard voices in the exercise room adjacent to the family room.
I stopped dead in my tracks as I entered the exercise room, not fully able to absorb the sight that greeted me.
My wife Pat was totally naked, bent over the weight bench with her knees on the floor. Behind her, and, as near as I could tell, with his cock fully inserted in my wife's cunt, was a twenty-something blonde surfer boy with well-cut deltoids and washboard abs that came from hundreds of crunches a day. Pat was mumbling, "yes, yes" and shoving her ample ass back into his groin with each thrust. They both saw me at the same time.
My legs were rubbery with disbelief and shock. Even though our sex life had been in a holding pattern for some time, I had never considered the possibility that another man might be one of the reasons I wasn't getting laid anymore. I just stood and stared at them, immobilized.
My paralysis must have been apparent from the expression on my face. The young guy pulled away from Pat, reached for his jeans in a corner, pulled something out and stepped toward me. I couldn't help but notice the size of his still semi-erect cock. It was no wonder Pat had been moaning - he had to be at least 9 inches and almost as big around as my wrist. I was only 6 inches at my very horniest and not much thicker than a stout broom handle.
He grabbed my wrist and, transfixed, I simply stared as he jabbed a hypo into my arm and emptied its contents into my veins. There was an instant burning and almost immediately I seemed to lose control of my limbs and slumped to the floor, my back to the wall and my head rolling over to my shoulder. His cock bobbed up and down right in front of my nose, then he knelt and looked into my face.
"Don't worry man, it's nothing serious, just something to keep you quiet while we decide what to do."
"Shit," Pat said as she came into my view and bent over to look into my face. Her breasts hung from her chest at that angle and I noticed how hard and erect her nipples were. " Can he hear us?" She looked at her young friend.
"Oh sure, for a while until he nods off."
"Shit," Pat repeated, and then, looking at me,"What are you doing home, asshole?"
"You know, baby," the blonde said, "This might be a blessing in disguise. You remember what we've been talking about doing. Now might be the perfect time. For all anyone around here knows he's still at his conference. We could drive his car back out to the airport, put his original parking stub in it - I'm sure he's got it in his pocket or in the car - and just report him missing when he doesn't show up on time. If we're careful the cops'll just think something happened to him at the airport."
Even though I was beginning to get a very warm fuzzy feeling I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Was my wife planning to murder me? Given what eventually happened that might have been preferable but at that moment I was terrified.
Pat looked into my face and then she smiled, " Jesus, why not. The setup couldn't be better." She must have seen the look of terror in my eyes because she laughed and said, "Oh Christ, we're not going to kill you, honey! Although we do have some alterations planned." She laughed again, looked at the blonde boy and said, "Let's do it!"
He started to get up but she pulled him back. As they both squatted in front of me she grabbed his now flaccid but still massive cock - it hadn't seemed to lose any of its thickness, although it was a little shorter and much softer now.
"Just so you know why what's going to happen to you is happening," Pat said as she stroked the surfer boy's cock to attention right in front of my face, "You may have noticed a quantitative discrepancy between yourself and Richard - you can call him Dick." She continued to smile as did Dick, his cock responding to her slow stroking.
"I have never enjoyed sex with you, sweetie. Not from the first. After our wedding night I thought seriously about leaving you. If it wasn't for beating off I probably would have. Did you actually think that you were satisfying me with that tiny pencil dick? Christ, I had just about given up until I met Richard last year. That's right, the reason you haven't gotten any pussy for almost a year is because I've been so full of his cum I couldn't take any more. Oh, except as a joke that one time about 6 months ago, remember," she was really stroking him now, he was fully erect and right in front of my nose, "I let you eat me then insisted you jack off for me instead of fucking me? And you kept going on about how good I tasted and how wet I was and that I had never actually gushed like that for you before and you slurped it all up? Remember?"
"Well, I had been with Richard about 15 minutes before - just up the street parked in the car - and he had cum tons, I mean it must have been carrying at least a pint of his hot steaming jism. So we decided that I should just hold it all in and then," she laughed again, "Bring it home and let you have some! And you sucked up every drop, didn't you, you idiot? You are so puny and effeminate you couldn't even recognize a real man's cum when you were swallowing it! It was white and creamy! Do you think women cum like that? God, it was all over your chin, it was all I could do to keep from cracking up while you were beating off with two fingers and your thumb, Jesus, you can't even use your whole fist you're so small. And you thought you were turning me on! I couldn't let you fuck me because I wouldn't even have been able to feel you, Richard had me so stretched out compared to you. It would have been like sticking your dick in a manhole and I was afraid you'd put two and two together. What a fucking dope."
And with that, as I began to lose conciousness, she wrapped her lips around the head of Richard's cock and dove down on it. The last words I heard her say before I passed out, as she drew back from his dick, leaving a trail of saliva, were: "But your sex life is about to take a drastic turn, honeybun." And she laughed again.

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