I wonder how many guys would be willing to do the things I’ve done? Would other guys forsake their place as their wife’s traditional sexual partner to be a part of something kinkier and edgier? Would a normal guy -one who isn’t quite so fucked up in the head- be willing to trade away a piece of his masculinity to scratch some perverted itch? I’m often ashamed of what I’ve become, but I’d do it again. I’m certain of that.

We were in our mid-fifties now, so I thought we had missed the window for crazy sexual escapades. I’d put on weight, and our couplings had become less frequent. I kept telling myself that I’d join a gym and get my shit together. I thought that once I got back in shape, our love life would reignite.

Melanie was still a hottie. My friends had joked that I’d “married up” over the years, and I agreed. I know she worried about her wrinkles, her weight, and the effects of gravity, but she still turned heads. She’d gone from classic beauty to MILF, but she’d remained my dream girl.

But my dream girl had been disinterested in sex for years. It was a hormone problem, she said. It’s natural for a lady of a certain age to become less sexual, right? I worried that it was me -my increasing waistline or my small 4-inch cock. Either way, Melanie’s sexual side had dried up, and I was afraid our dead bedroom was beyond fixing.

I didn’t know then that our sex lives were about to change. Maybe we were never destined to be a conventional couple having conventional sex. Still, I was about to learn that my wife’s libido could come alive in the most remarkable way.

“You know the new girl, Kari?”

Melanie built her custom greeting card business from the ground up. Over ten years, it has made us very wealthy, going from a small operation in our garage to a thriving company employing a half-dozen people. Kari was my wife’s latest hire.

I had never met the girl, but I knew that my wife had recruited a recent college graduate to handle the new accounting system. “I think she’s been flirting with me.”

“Really? Are you sure?”

“Oh, I’m sure. She’s not shy about it.”

A thousand dirty thoughts and fantasies raced through my brain. “What do you mean flirting? What does she do?”

“She is always talking about sex. She used to have a girlfriend, you know. Kari’s always bringing up pussy, or kissing or tits. I don’t know what it is about this generation. No shame whatsoever.”

I was in danger of getting an erection. A college-age girl was talking about lesbian sex with my wife? Holy shit!

“Yesterday, she asked me if I shaved -down there.”

“You’re kidding.”

“Nope.”

“What did you tell her?”

“I didn’t exactly answer her,” she said. I just blushed, and she laughed at my expense. She gets a kick out of saying shocking stuff.”

“Jesus.” I was at a loss for words.

“She told me that she thought I was shaved and joked that she’d like to check.”. My wife paused, hesitant to continue. “I was really flustered when she asked me about my pussy. She teased me that I should give her a quick peek and a taste.”

My diminutive cock was hard as a rock, and Melanie noticed the little tent in my trousers. It was my turn to blush.

“This turns you on, David?”

It was obvious. “Jesus, Mel, a college girl hitting on you. It’s hot.”

“Well, calm down. I’m not about to hook up with some crazy girl who’s young enough to be our daughter. I just thought it was a funny story.”

That night in bed, I reached over to stroke my wife’s legs. She lay there quietly as I ran my fingertips over her smooth skin. When I began touching the gusset of her panties, she sighed and let me feel her lips through the thin layer of material.

It had been ages since we’d had sex. I had approached Melanie several times, but she’d let me know that she wasn’t into sex play -she’d roll over, remove my hand, or comment on how tired she was. It was exciting that now, after talking about Kari, I was allowed to continue. My wife adjusted her legs to give me easier access. After a few minutes of letting me massage her panty-covered mound, she shucked her panties and began touching herself.

I lay beside Melanie in the darkness listening to her breathing and the wetness of her pussy as she masturbated. I was enthralled and excited to share such an intimate moment with my lifelong love.

I began stroking my little 4-inch cock as I listened to the sound of my wife. The movement of her fingers was an amazing symphony betraying the wetness of her pussy and the extent of her arousal. I had to be careful not to cum too quickly.

The tempo and volume of Melanie pleasuring herself increased. God, she was wet. “Oh Fuck. Oh, fuck,” she moaned as a magnificent climax overwhelmed her. I came on my chubby belly as I listened to her orgasm. It was the first time we’d cum together in years.

Melanie held my hand as we caught our breath. I wondered what it all meant. It was obvious that our earlier conversation about Kari had triggered something inside us, but what were the implications?

Things went back to our mundane normal. I wanted to ask Melanie more about Kari and the feelings that drove her to masturbate that night, but I just couldn’t find a good way to start the conversation. We were having trouble connecting sexually, and that included communicating outside of the bedroom.

Two weeks later, on Friday night, we were lying in bed. I was on my phone catching up on work while Melanie played on social media. She set down her device. “David, do you want to hear something crazy?”

“Remember that girl Kari?” I nodded. I also remembered how our last Kari conversation had aroused my wife. I had been thinking about the mystery girl non-stop.

“Yeah, of course.” I was getting excited already.

“She told me that last year before she graduated, she was sleeping with her professor.”

“Really? Wow.”

“Her married female professor. Isn’t that wild?”

“Fuck.” It was all I could say. I wanted to know more.

“Kari loves to talk about risqué stuff. I think she likes shocking me.”

“What did she tell you about the professor?” I was already getting the beginnings of an erection.

“Kari had a huge crush on Gail -that’s the professor’s name. She loved watching Gail’s lectures. Apparently, she was matronly with large breasts and wide hips. Kari loved the suits she wore and the way the business skirts showed off her legs.”

“You know what Kari did? She visited the prof’s office to ask about an assignment and told her that she was hot -that they should fuck. Kari told me her professor was at a loss for words. Can you imagine?”

“And so they started having an affair?”

“No, not like that. It took months. Kari kept visiting Gail under the pretense of having questions about the class. But you have to know Kari -she always talks about sex, And she’ll say anything. Kari kept hitting on the older woman -telling her how hot she looked and bringing up her perverted little ideas. She told Gail how watching her upfront during the lectures was a huge turn-on. Kari straight up told her that those skirts made her pussy wet.”

“Jesus.”

“I know!”

My wife turned towards me. I couldn’t help but notice her erect nipples under her nightgown. She was as aroused by this as I was. I noticed her hand was somewhere beneath the covers. Was she touching herself?

Kari’s description of the professor -matronly with large breasts and wide hips- also described my sweet Melanie. As she told me the story of Kari and her seduction of Gail, I knew that the younger girl was repeating her seduction of the college professor, but this time, her target was my wife. I tried to be discrete as I touched my eager little erection under the blankets. I was terrified about where this was going, but I was too excited to stop.

Kari had shared every detail of her sexual dalliance with the college professor -about the couple’s early make-out sessions in the professor’s office and how Gail had eventually tasted the younger girl’s pussy. Gail was introduced to lesbian sex in that tiny office, with the rest of the faculty going about their day just outside the office door.

My wife reached over to turn off the lamp on her nightstand. I listened to her tell me the story of Kari and Gail as we lay together in the darkness. Melanie seemed to remember every detail of Kari’s story, and as she relayed the sexual escapades of the pair, it was obvious to me that the lesbian love story had been on her mind.

Melanie’s breathing became heavy as she continued telling me the stories. I could hear her fingers at work under the covers, and the sloppy wet sound of her cunt was evidence of her arousal. I lightly played with the head of my rigid cock and coated my fingertips with precum.

“A few days after that first meeting, Gail canceled her classes and spent the entire day with Kari. They fucked for hours in Gail’s bedroom.”

“What about her husband? Did he ever find out?” We were both masturbating now, and my question came out in quiet, gasping breaths.

“Kari was sleeping with Gail for months, so yes, he knew. He got a very little thrill from the whole thing. Gail would spend her weekends exploring her sexuality with Kari, and her hubby would get off asking her about it when she returned home.”

“Jesus. That’s so fucking twisted.”

“Mmm,” my wife’s breathing had become erratic as she fingered herself to orgasm. My cock erupted to the sound of my wife masturbating and to the increasingly kinky story.

We held each other for a while, catching our breath. I stroked my wife’s breasts in the darkness.

“Are you okay with this -what we’re doing?” she asked. I didn’t reply to Melanie’s question right away but contemplated this new and unusual form of sex play.

We hadn’t been having any sexual contact at all. In the last few years, I could think of only a few times we’d shared any kind of sexual intimacy. And intercourse? I couldn’t remember the last time I’d penetrated my wife. It had been more than a year, of that I was certain. Two years?

Now, in the space of a few weeks, we’d masturbated together twice, and I felt closer to Melanie than I had in a long time. “Yes, it’s okay,” I said. “It’s hot. Are you okay?”

Melanie snuggled closer. I loved the feeling of her big tits pressing into me. “I’m good, baby. I love you.”

When Melanie left for work on Monday, I was left to my imagination. I had a few reports to complete, but I finished everything before noon, and my mind began to wander.

I was sure that the mysterious college girl -I had never even seen a picture of Kari- was seducing my wife. They would be alone in the office, and Kari had to know that her constant dirty talk was affecting Melanie. It was a helpless but exciting feeling to be at home, wondering what was happening between them. I was sure that while I puttered around the house, the young lesbian was seducing my wife.

I’m ashamed to say it, but the thought of Melanie succumbing to the young seductress was an incredible turn-on. I stroked my little cock as I watched a pornographic clip of two women eating each other’s pussy.

The masturbation session did little to sate my lust. Shortly before Melanie arrived home, I again pleasured myself while watching a pair of women have sex. The older of the two lesbians reminded me of Melanie, and I imagined that the younger of the pair -a petite blonde girl- was the college-aged minx. My tiny dick squirted into a paper napkin, and I flushed the evidence down the toilet.

Melanie called me into the bathroom before her shower that night. “Do you think I should shave my pussy?”

“What?” In 20 years of marriage, my conservative wife had never bluntly asked me a question like that. I was at a loss for words.

“Kari is always going on about how sexy shaved pussies are. You like it better, right? When I’m…” Melanie paused, struggling to finish her question. “When it’s bare?” She was blushing, and I realized how difficult it had always been for my wife to have open discussions about sex and her body. This was a big step for her, and she was very vulnerable.

“Shit. Yes. Absolutely. That sounds really hot. Do you want me to help?”. I was blushing, too.

“Oh, God no,” she said. “I’ve shaved my pussy before, you know. You SHOULD know.”. She smiled. We both knew I could never get enough of her shaved pussy.

That night in bed, armed with the knowledge that my wife’s beautiful pussy was freshly shorn, I began to stroke her upper thigh. “Not tonight, Hun,” she said as she rolled onto her side, “I’ve got a really big day at work tomorrow.”

“You do?”

“I might go out tomorrow night, you know, with the work crowd. That is if you want me to.”

I sensed the unvoiced implication in her question. Melanie would never have needed to ask me before going out with the work crowd. This was something more.

“Are you sure you want to?” There was no doubt that I was talking about her accepting Kari’s advances. This conversation was about taking a chance on something we could never take back.

“I don’t know, David. I think I want to.” She took my hand and squeezed it to indicate her excitement. “Is this a bad idea? Can we handle this?”

I lay there staring at the ceiling fan. Mel’s question hung in the air. She released my hand and felt under the covers for the lump in my boxers. I was fully erect. “I promise that I’ll tell you everything, Hun,” she whispered. She teased the head of my cock for a moment then we cuddled before falling into a fitful sleep.

The conversation came back to me the next day. It seemed incredible that we had even considered this thing that might happen. The idea of Melanie flirting with another girl, and maybe more -It was intoxicating. While showering after the yard work, I masturbated to mental images of Melanie having torrid lesbian sex.

I had a hard time articulating how I felt that afternoon when my wife texted that she was leaving the office for dinner and drinks. My heart was in my throat as I heated a microwave dinner. I felt a mixture of fear, anticipation, and arousal as I waited through the evening. There was no phone call, no text—only the sound of the ticking clock and my racing imagination.

The clock read 2 am. I heard them laughing in the hall as Melanie struggled to unlock the door. It was the unmistakable sound of two drunk girls. I was about to meet Kari, the mysterious seductress. I heard the jangle of the keys as they dropped to the floor and more drunken giggling as the girls fumbled their way inside our apartment. My hands were shaking with anticipation.

I had created a fantasy version of the college girl based on a sorority stereotype. In my mind, she was youthful and petite, a hyper-sexual cheerleader. The real Kari was nothing like the porn actresses that served as muses for my imagination. I’d have known she was a lesbian at first glance -the short hair, wide shoulders, and boyish features fit an entirely different stereotype. My wife was being seduced by a butch dyke.

Kari’s short dark hair framed a naughty face, which was pretty, in a way, despite her not wearing makeup except for dark red lipstick. She had a small nose piercing and wore a man’s button shirt. Her breasts were small, adding to her androgyny, but her curvy hips in black slacks betrayed her gender. She looked athletic and playful.

Kari smiled at me. I noticed she was holding my wife’s hand. “Hi, David!” She drew out the last syllable of my name in an exaggerated greeting. “Where’s our wine?”

She was off before I could respond -rummaging through our kitchen until she found a bottle of Merlot and a corkscrew. My wife grabbed a pair of wine glasses and helped Kari pour some generous portions.

The pair laughed at the dumbfounded look on my face. Their entrance had been a whirlwind from the moment they got the door open to the moment they stood hip to hip, brandishing their glasses of wine.

“David, did you know your wife is an excellent kisser?” Kari’s mischievous smile made me uncomfortable. She turned towards Melanie and snaked her hand under my wife’s blouse. Mel stood quietly receptive as the young lesbian leaned in to lick my wife’s lips. It was an erotically charged moment. My dick grew hard as I watched the two women passionately kiss.

Kari was assertive. Her hands wandered over Mel’s breasts. Mel leaned back against the counter and softly whimpered as she received the younger girl’s tongue. The kiss lasted a minute or more before the pair broke to catch a breath.

Kari looked at me with a sly grin. “Do you like to watch? Are you a pervy little voyeur, David? I’ll tell you a secret; the husbands are always into it. They love to watch me turn out their little wives.”

She looked down at the little tent in my shorts. “See. I knew it, perv.” Then she laughed. “Mel wasn’t lying when she told me about your tiny little dick.” She mock-pouted, then turned to push her tongue back into Melanie’s mouth. “The poor girl deserves a little excitement after all these years, don’t you think? ”

I stood dumbfounded, watching them. I hadn’t said a word since they entered the apartment, and I failed to find my voice during their spirited display. Their kissing continued for several minutes until Kari took Mel’s hand to lead her out to the patio. I watched my wife lay back on one of our loungers before Kari joined her, stoking her hair to resume the open-mouthed kissing. Mel seemed to follow the younger girl every lead while in a trance-like state.

Kari straddled Melanie and began unbuttoning her shirt. Next, my wife’s bra was off, and her erect nipples betrayed her excitement. “God damn, Melanie, you look so fucking sexy,” I could barely make out the young lesbian’s whispered admirations as she fondled the bare breasts in the cool night air.

I stood watching, dumbfounded, terrified, and excited. The overwhelming emotions -jealousy and arousal- were too much. I had to clear my mind. I grabbed my car keys and headed out the door. A short drive would give me time to find my bearings.

At the risk of sounding preachy, I want to warn you, Dear Reader, about driving when distracted. At 2 a.m., the roads were filled with drunks, and I was too lost in my own thoughts. On my best day, I may have been able to avoid the pickup barreling through a red light. That night, lost in my own conflicted and tormented mind, I was not at my best.

I don’t remember much about my hospital stay. Between the surgeries and the medication, I think of that month as my lost month. I remember Melanie being at my side through all of it, keeping up with our business but spending time in the little hospital room as often as possible. I also remember Kari and how she was my wife’s companion through the ordeal. They seemed always to be together. Sure, she left us alone when Melanie was at my bedside, but it was Kari who was picking up my wife each evening when visiting hours were over. Melanie never told me, and I was too afraid to ask- what had their relationship become?

The neck surgeries were brutal, but the therapy that eventually allowed me to regain the use of my right arm was the most difficult. I found that lying prone in a bed was much worse than lying in a recliner. So, when I returned home, I didn’t immediately return to our bedroom or our bed. My life resumed on the Lazy Boy in our TV room. That recliner was my near-constant daytime and nighttime companion.

I was told that Kari had been rooming in our spare bedroom since the night of the crash. Melanie needed the support, she said, and Kari let the lease on her apartment expire. But I soon learned that the boyish lesbian wasn’t spending her night in the spare room. At first, they tried to be discreet, but it soon became obvious that Kari was sleeping in the master bedroom with my wife.

I was home for almost a week, living in the recliner half doped up on painkillers, when Kari said it was time for me to take a bath. “Where’s Melanie?” I asked. “I don’t think I can do it myself.”

“She’s at the office, so you’ve got me. I can handle it.” Kari was a lot stronger and more athletic than my wife. There was some logic to the arrangement.

She was off to prepare the bathroom. I could hear the water running as she filled the tub. When she returned to the living room, I struggled out of the chair with her help. Karis’ strength was surprising. She held me up as I limped down the hallway. Her shoulders were muscular and broad.

I leaned against the sink. Kari grinned at me, “Alright, David, let’s start with your shirt.” She helped me lift the garment over my head. Standing in front of Kari, I felt vulnerable and exposed. She was in such good shape—obviously, someone who worked out while I was flabby and out of shape.

Kari reached under my gut to untie my gym shorts. She lowered them down, pulling my underwear with them. I felt like crawling in a corner. I knew my shy little penis, just a few inches from Kari’s face, was a tiny little mushroom. She stifled a giggle.

Despite the horrible embarrassment, the bath felt nice. Kari took a sponge and washed my body with great care. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of her fingers on my scalp as she shampooed me. She rinsed the product from my hair with the showerhead, and the warm water was amazing.

After she was finished with the shampoo, Kari stood to place the sprayer back into its cradle. I started to thank her, but my voice caught in my throat. I was stunned by the sight in front of me. Kari’s t-shirt was soaked through and had become transparent. Her breasts were small and firm, and I couldn’t take my eyes off them.

Her hard nipples were pierced with silver barbell-style piercings. I gawked at the dark brown nips standing large and proud on her firm muscular tits and the shiny balls on the end of the piercings. My mind raced as I stared slack-jawed.

Kari smirked as she looked down at me. “Like what you see, Perv?” I couldn’t find my words but continued to stare. For the first time, I think, I realized what Melanie found attractive about the younger lesbian. Her piercing eyes, the dark glossy lipstick, and the knowing smile -Kari made me feel submissive and aroused. My little cock was hard for the first time in weeks.

“Look at you.” She was laughing as she knelt next to the tub. “What have we got here?” She grasped the head of my erection between her pointer finger and her thumb. “You husbands are all the same. You are a Perv, aren’t you?” My hard cock jumped in her hand, and she laughed. “Well, maybe you’re not quite like the others,” Kari smiled wickedly, “You’re so much smaller. I thought your poor wife was exaggerating.” she rubbed the little nub between her finger and thumb. The feeling was magnificent.

“Aren’t you embarrassed about this baby dick, David? Poor Melanie. Think of all the years she had to settle for this tiny little thing.” Kari teased my little cock as she humiliated me verbally. I moaned in desperation as she giggled. “Don’t worry, perv. Melanie is getting what she needs now. Your wife is insatiable. Who can blame her?”

Kari’s eyes grew wide as my penis erupted in her hand. It had been weeks without sexual relief, and I had the longest and messiest orgasm of my life. Kari screamed with glee as if the sight was the funniest thing she’d ever seen as spurt after spurt shot from my tiny cock.

She had been laughing so hard that it took her a few minutes to catch her breath. “God damn, David, that was wild. “I’d never have guessed your little thing could spunk like that. I’m kind of impressed.”

What happened next shocked me more than everything else that occurred that day. Kari leaned over the side of the tub and began to kiss me. She pushed her tongue past my lips while I closed my eyes to accept her invasion. The kiss was electric, and I felt a rush of excitement. I was surprised to feel her tongue piercing -how had I not noticed that before- as she asserted herself through the kiss. I had never felt so dominated before.

She looked down at me as I tried to catch my breath. “You kiss like a girl. I like that.”

*****

Melanie was the first one up every morning. I’d hear her busy in the kitchen for a few minutes before setting a coffee next to the recliner for me. I’d get a kiss on the cheek. Then she’d be off to work. Kari was a late sleeper, and I wouldn’t see her for another hour or so when she’d leave for the gym. Most days, Melanie would work at our retail store while Kari worked from home. It was several weeks after my accident, and I was less recliner-bound. I was finally able to shuffle around the house using a cane.

One morning, after bringing me the cup of coffee, my wife leaned down to whisper. “Kari says it’s bath day for you again. Maybe she’ll play with your little dicklette like last time. Lucky boy.”

Mel chuckled at my shocked expression. “It’s okay,” she smiled. “I’m not the jealous type.” She licked her lips and gave me a wicked wink. Then she was out the door. I was dumbfounded. How much had my conservative wife changed in the last few months? Before meeting Kari, Melanie would have never said anything so outrageous.

“Hey Perv.” Kari returned from the gym with a wide grin. She looked incredible in her sweaty spandex outfit. She stripped off her top and shucked the shorts. Kari was perfectly comfortable in her nakedness. “It’s bath time. Come on, we both need it.”

I sat on the toilet and watched as the young lesbian showered. Her body was lithe and muscled. I admired her perfect little ass and her shaved pussy. Both Kari’s naval and clit were pierced. I grew hard as I watched her. The girl had an undeniable sex appeal.

She toweled off and then helped me into the tub. I sported a little erection, and I enjoyed being so close to Kari’s naked body. “Eager today, aren’t you, Perv?” She laughed as she teased me.

She washed my hair and my body. It was relaxing and invigorating. I remained hard throughout the process, but Kari ignored my penis. After rinsing off the soap, she ran her hand over my belly and then up to my soft tit-flesh. She cupped my fat breast as if I were a woman. I felt embarrassed but submissive and aroused.

“You know, I’ve never really been into guys. Pussies are so much sexier than cocks, don’t you think?” She took the head of my throbbing dick between her thumb and forefinger. The feeling was electric. “This little nub, though,” she teased the head of my eager member. “He’s not a cock at all, is he? Poor little fella seems more like a clit to me.”

“Or maybe you disagree? It’s not like you’ve been getting any pussy, have you Perv? Do you prefer big strong cocks? I could see you being an eager cocksucker for a well-hung guy. That would explain a lot, actually.”

“I haven’t. I wouldn’t.” Kari had me stuttering. I was horrified by the idea. What did she mean she could see me being an eager cocksucker? Definitely not!

“You’ve gained weight since your accident, you know. A lot of guys would love to play with these.” She grabbed my heavy breast in her palm, feeling the heft of it. “Your tits are bigger than mine.” They suit you, Perv.

Kari was stroking my little cock between her thumb and middle finger. I struggled not to cry out as my orgasm neared. “You like that, Perv? Are your titties going to shake for me when you cum?”

My cock twitched as I covered my belly and chest in ropes of thick semen. Kari laughed as I moaned. I tried to catch my breath as she massaged the milky ejaculate into my tit flesh.

The next morning, Melanie sat on the armrest of my recliner. She handed me a steaming mug of coffee and watched me shake off the cobwebs. “Kari told me about your bath yesterday.” I felt the hot flush of embarrassment on my cheeks. “She’s right. You are getting soft after your accident.” My wife appraised my out-of-shape physique, and I felt like crawling into a hole. “Do you think about Kari a lot?” She didn’t pause for an answer. “She’s all I ever think about, David.” She seemed almost apologetic as she left for work.

I thought a lot -still do, in fact- about how Melanie and I let Kari come into our lives and change us so profoundly. Were we so dull and unhappy that we let a girl, young enough to be our daughter, take control of us without the slightest resistance? What did that say about our marriage? A part of me hated that I’d become so weak, but if I’m being honest, I craved the twisted and perverse sexual attention.

The morning that Kari told me that she wouldn’t be bathing me anymore, I almost cried. I had begun getting around better, and I was well enough to shower on my own, but I loved those baths. If I’m being honest, it was the most exciting and most regular sexual attention I’d ever had.

“Take your shower, Perv. I’ve got something planned for you.” There was hope, after all.

Kari waited for me to dry off from my shower. She had my beard trimmer and various other shaving supplies. My heart fluttered with excitement.

“Let’s get this nasty hair off you. You’ll be much cuter once you’re smooth.” She began removing the thatch of hair around my little erection. For the next 20 minutes, she busied herself, denuding my pelvic area, my legs, and my torso. When she finished, I was hairless below my face. Kari teased the head of my little dick, which had remained hard throughout the process. “See, the baby dick is excited. Wait until you see what I have for you next.”

Kari led me, still naked, to the spare bedroom. “You’re well enough to start sleeping in your room. You can’t live in a recliner forever, David. Look, we’ve got it already for you.”

They had replaced the bedspread and curtains with a bright pink matching set, a flowery ensemble. I looked at Kari in shock. She smiled. “You’ll learn to love it, Perv. I’m the only masculine one thing this house.” She watched me as I took in this new reality. “Speaking of which, you’re going to love these.” Kari opened a dresser drawer full of silk and lace frills, a dazzling array of yellows, pinks, and reds. “Aren’t they cute?”

I was stunned. A part of me was aroused by the perversity of it all, and another recoiled in horror. I didn’t ask for this and had never even experimented with lingerie.

“I knew you’d like it.” Kari touched the head of my rigid little dicklette. “Melanie thought I was going too far, but I told her that you were ready -that I had a read on you from the start. She’s going to be so excited for you.” Kari held up a couple of pairs of panties. “Which one for tonight, Perv?”

Heaven, please help me. I took the pink panties from the young lesbian and pulled them up my hairless legs. There was something about the way they cradled my smooth cock and balls that I found unspeakably exciting. Kari kissed me. “I’m proud of you, Sweetie.”

She forced me back on the bed, and we began French kissing. Kari was so aggressive and strong that I trembled under her muscular body. She caressed my chubby belly and my soft tits, suckling on my nipples and sending a charge of electricity that connected directly to my cock. The gusset of my panties was soaked in pre-cum.

I was drowning in my desire to please her. The moment was the most overwhelming sexual experience of my life to that point. I felt subservient and helpless underneath her, and I moaned in the gaps between her wet, sloppy kisses. Kari bit my lip and laughed at my reaction. She was rough, grabbing me by the throat and groping my fat breasts. “You like that, don’t you?” Her eyes were dark and piercing. I nodded and looked away in submission.

Then Kari was above me, pinning my shoulders against the pink bed sheets with her knees. She lowered her pussy over my face, and I breathed her scent. I opened my mouth as she pressed her weight into me, and I feasted on her wet cunt. I needed to please her.

Kari talked to me as I serviced her hairless sex. I teased her piercing with the tip of my tongue. Her wetness coated my face, and she pulled my mouth hard into her -riding my face until her moans of ecstasy filled the room.

After her orgasm, we lay in bed together, catching our breath. I ran my finger along her arms, admiring the well-defined biceps and broad shoulders. I was enamored with Kari’s body, her muscular legs, and her hard abs. She kissed my earlobe, sending tingles down my spine.

“That was really nice, little Perv. You surprised me today. In a good way.” I felt flush with pride. “Do you know what my greatest turn-on is?”

I didn’t know what to say. I kissed her shoulder blade.

“I love to turn out a sweet and innocent little thing -take someone who’s not supposed to have naughty thoughts and sink my hooks in them. Your sweet little Melanie is a greedy slut. I did that. Boring old vanilla Melanie is forever dead. I’ve replaced her with someone infinitely more interesting. She’s more alive.”

“That’s real power, David. I found a little flaw in your wife’s careful facade. I decided that I wanted to make a slut of Melanie, and that’s what I did. She’ll never go back to being some straight and boring wifey. You know that, don’t you? There’s nothing she wouldn’t do for me.”

Kari was lost in her thoughts. “And you,” she stared at me with a look that made me fearful. “Lame ass David, the inadequate little hubby -he’s already gone.” She licked her lips and slipped her hand around my throat. “I’m enjoying breaking you. You’re a soft piece of clay, Perv. I’m molding you into my little plaything.” She sat up on her haunches and looked down at me. “I’m going to make something out of you.”

 

To Be Continued…

 

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