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!"

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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."

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	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.

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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. 

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	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.

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	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."

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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.  

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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.

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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.

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	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.

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	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."

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	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.

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	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.

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	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!"

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	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."

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	"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.

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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!"

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	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."

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	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."

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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 to 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.

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	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.

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	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.

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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. 

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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 the Caretaker.  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?"

	"You know Dave Haskell... Norm Bartel... Hal Jackson?"

	"Of course, I know them.  They're members of my bowling team.  What about them?"

	"You do know that Hal has screwed your wife several times, do you not?"

	"Yeah.  Marion told me."

	"Well, it seems that Hal, Dave, and Norm are all at your house right, and they're all fucking your wife right at this moment."

	"How can you possibly know that?"

	"The Lamp always knows and shows what your wife is doing at all times, Mr. Cottier.  Oh yes!  Norm has a really big cock, and he's pushing it into your wife's ass.... right.... NOW!  AH... he has it in deep, Mr. Cottier."  

	"And now your wife is lowering what appears to be a very wet and ready cunt onto Dave's 7-inch prick.  He's stretching her...  there it goes!  He's up your wife's box, Lance... fucking her.  And where's Hal... there he is... fucking her mouth.  You really should come around to this side of the table and see for yourself, Mr. Cottier.  It's better than any porn video you'll ever see.  Come on.  Have a look."

	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 while Hal's cock was driving in and out her throat.  

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