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"I think I have to go," I whispered in her ear as I carried her to the bed and gently lay her down. She reached out to rub her hand up and down the side of my thigh and looked up at me, smiling...damn...those incredible violet eyes...

"You'll come see me later?" she purred, and licked her lips sensually.

"Yes, I will," I smiled back, "of course I will. Oh, yeah, I was wondering something. When I came home and lay down, I fell asleep almost right away. Is that because of the ring?"

"Yes, master, you can come see me at your will. As long as you wear the ring, you can come see me whenever you please." I bent over and kissed her passionately.

"Wow, there's a lot of things you can do," I grinned. She took my hand and kissed it.

"Oh, I can do so much more," she whispered.

"Then I'll be back to see you tonight," I promised. I went to the door and opened it, looked longingly back at my Lylah once more, and walked out. I woke up in my bed and looked at the clock. Oh, shit...I'd been out for at least three hours! I heard Tara downstairs and jumped out of bed to get dressed. I noticed a damp spot on my crotch. I grinned. It was like a dream, a wet dream. I changed my underwear and got dressed, then ran downstairs to see Tara setting the table.

"Hi, honey," I said, and kissed her.

"Hey, sleepy," she grinned, "I hope it's ok, I just got pizza tonight," she said.

"Oh, yeah, that's great, babe!" I did love pizza, to which I owed that small spare tire I had. I had a couple pieces, and then got up to put my plate in the dishwasher. Tara looked at me, surprised.

"You feeling ok, sweetie? Usually you eat at least half a pizza..."

"Yeah, I feel fine, actually I feel pretty good. Guess I just wasn't very hungry."

"Oh, ok, well, do you want to watch a movie tonight?" she asked sweetly. Did I want to watch a movie with her? No, I wanted to have sex with her, barring that I wanted to go back to sleep and fuck that gorgeous succubus that waited for me.

"Yeah, sure," I said. So, there we were, another damn chick flick. A little romance, not much sex. I'd noticed Tara kept picking movies with less sex in them lately, probably because she didn't want me thinking about it. Like watching a fucking PG movie was going to make me think less about sex. Well, anyway, we finished that and headed up to bed. I got undressed and watched her, she put on her old T-shirt and shorts and hopped in bed. Well, fuck it, back to Lylah. I got in bed, kissed her goodnight, and rolled over. I did notice she seemed really taken off guard that I didn't try to fuck her...

The next day after work, I went back to Grandma Ellie's shop to pay for the ring. Driving along, I realized I had no idea how much it cost, but at that point I'd have taken out a loan if I had to. When I got to the shop, I saw boxes on the floor holding the former contents of the shelves. I saw a older, squat man behind the counter.

"Uh, is Gran...er, Ellie here?" He smiled kindly.

"It's alright, son, when she said everyone called her Grandma, she meant everyone, including myself. Rented this place to her for years. She was a good tenant, good woman," he sighed. "Grandma Ellie passed away yesterday morning, that is, she was dead when I came by yesterday morning. Lived in the back room, looks like she died in her sleep." Damn...yesterday morning...right after she sold me the ring.

"Well, um, I was going to buy something, well, I have it, but I was coming to pay for it," I said, not wanting to get into too many details. He shook his head.

"Well, I guess I was just going to toss most of this anyway, so you might as well keep whatever it was." I thanked him and walked out the door. It was almost impossible, something like this, for free. No one would believe something like this, Lylah was mine for as long as I wanted. I decided to go home and have a celebration fuck.

So it went for about a month. She wasn't trying to fuck me, and I stopped begging. I saw Lylah every night. We fucked for hours, and tried everything. She was strong enough to do anything but still had the feminine delicacy I loved, and she was more flexible than any woman I'd met. I don't know who wrote the Kama Sutra, but we added a few pages over that month. I started working out more, and got back that perfect form I had before. Lylah said something every time she saw me, complimenting me on my body. I felt great, better than ever. And of course, that's always when a problem occurs...

I was done with one of my now daily naps, and came downstairs. Tara was setting dinner on the table and I told her how great it looked. I kissed her and sat down. She was very quiet. As I ate, I noticed she didn't touch her food.

"What's up, babe?" I asked. She didn't say anything, but I saw tears welling up in her eyes. My stomach clenched. There was definitely trouble. "Uh, Tara...what's up?" I asked thickly, a lump in my throat. Again, nothing. She looked like she wanted to talk, but wouldn't. I felt my face get red. I didn't know if it was drama or actually unable to talk, but the silent thing was starting to piss me off. "Tara, what the hell, seriously..."

"You sleep a lot lately," she said, "and you've been working out a lot..." she trailed off.

"Yeah, so?" Where the hell was this going?

"Are you seeing someone else?" she blurted out. I froze, staring at her. Then I laughed. She looked horrified, so I figured I'd better talk fast.

"Tara, sweetie, no, no I'm not. I just wanted to get into better shape, and I've been tired from working out a lot. I have never slept with another human being." Okay, maybe I used that last part as a technical loophole, but she took it as a definitive statement. She smiled through her tears.

"I-I'm sorry," she choked out. "I just thought, you know, since we haven't been, well, intimate lately, you know...I mean, I could see where..." I got up and kissed her.

"No, sweetie, there's no other woman." Less truthful, I admit, but when one says woman the typical understanding is human. I knew I had one foot over the honesty line, though.

That night, I took Tara out for ice cream. As we ate our dessert, I was thinking about what I had said. I mean, sure, I wasn't really sleeping with anyone else, not for real. At least, not in the real world. Since Lylah was literally the woman of my dreams, I didn't consider it cheating. But was it? I mean, I knew enough that this "spiritual realm" existed, my daily wet dreams were evidence enough. I wasn't so sure this was okay anymore. I decided to talk to Lylah about it.

"What troubles you, master?" Lylah asked when I showed up that night. I told her about my doubts and concerns. She smiled sweetly.

"Well, if it feels wrong to you, I think I can help," she said. "I told you I can do so much more, and I can. I have the ability to possess people, women especially. I could..."

"Possess?!" I backed away. "Now hold on just a minute, Lylah. I don't want you possessing anyone!"

"Master, please, calm down," she took my hand and led me to the bed. She sat me down and then sat on my lap. "It is not like you think. I can move in your wife and lower her inhibitions. You and she will have the amazing sex that you and I have. You can still see me here, but you can also be with your wife."

"What? Why didn't you tell me sooner?" I demanded.

"I wanted to get to know you here first, my master. I am very careful about who I possess, and I was not yet strong enough before. Your sexual energy has given me strength. I am a succubus, after all."

"Oh," I couldn't think of anything else, somehow that seemed to make sense. "Well, how does it work?"

"Simply put the ring under her pillow when she sleeps. The next day, I will be in her. She will be herself, and likely believe it to be hormones."

"Why, um...I mean...I appreciate it, but why would you..." she kissed slowly, cutting me off, then pulled back, grinning.

"I will still enjoy the sex, master. I will be in her, feeling it, enjoying it, as well. You see, just as it will be more real and intense for you, it will be so for me." I was smiling from ear to ear, loving the thought of Lylah's sex drive in Tara.

"Let's do it tomorrow night. The day after is Saturday and I'll have it off," I said. She nodded.

"Now, master, how would you like to play a new game?" she whispered. I kissed her passionately by way of agreement.

It turned out she wanted to play a forcing fantasy. She went into another room, which apparently should could conjure at will in the spiritual realm. I was to follow in a few moments. When I did go in, it was a house setting, my house, to be exact, in the living room. It was dark, just dimly lit by the light in the adjacent bathroom. I heard a shower running, and looked into the bathroom. I saw Lylah in the shower, her image blurred by the steamy shower door. I looked down and saw I was dressed in all black, a t-shirt and sweatpants. Easy removal, I thought. I took off my shoes and socks so as not to make any noise, then heard the shower turn off and pressed my back to the wall by the bathroom door. The shower door clicked open, then shut again. A rustling...she must have grabbed a towel. It was then that I noticed the utter silence, no fans, nothing. I could hear her drying herself, then footsteps. She passed by me as she stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, her skin damp and glistening, wet hair hung down just past her shoulders. Fuck me, she was amazing even in a towel.

I made my move and wrapped one arm around her shoulders and chest. She screamed and tried to push me off. I pushed her to the floor and ripped away her towel. She screamed louder, begging me to stop. My cock grew rock hard at the sight and feel of her wet, naked body struggling under me. I knew it was a game, but she was so good at playing her part. I rolled her over and straddled her ass, pinning her down. She was thrashing, but couldn't escape as I pulled off my t-shirt. Her adrenaline was pumping and her body was covered in sweat, as was mine from the struggle. I jumped up, hoping to pull my pants off quickly, but they snagged for a moment on my cock before I could pull them off. In that time, Lylah managed to get up and stumble away. Fully undressed now, I chased after her, catching up with her at the stairs. I wrapped both arms around her and spun her away from the stairs, losing my balance and falling down with her. I held her down again, her full tits heaving against my chest as she sobbed. I shoved my cock into her pussy savagely, not even checking if she was wet yet.

"Yeah..." I grunted, "take it, you fucking slut. I'm gonna tear your cunt apart!" I snarled in her ear. I felt her body respond to my words, her nipples poked into my chest and her pussy flooded despite her screaming. I assaulted her pussy with new force, clutching her hair while she writhed underneath me. The cries had turned into a mix of shrieks and grunts. I pulled out of her and flipped her over, then pinned her down once more and resumed my pounding. Her ass rubbed against my stomach, adding to the eroticism of the moment. Deciding to up the ante, I pulled out of her pussy and jammed my cock into her asshole. She gasped sharply, and dug her nails into the carpet in response to my brutalizing her tender ass. Fuck, she was so tight...I loved the added sensations of the pounding heat of her body, the almost burning heat of her ass squeezing my cock, and her struggling beneath me, though that had decreased considerably. I assumed pleasure had taken over the pretense of our game. It had been great while we were at it, but I also loved knowing that Lylah was enjoying herself. After a few moments, the tightness and heat reached a new level when she intentionally started clenching her ass, and my balls began boiling. I jerked back on her hair and we cried out together as I emptied myself into her.

I collapsed onto her, and my softening member slowly slipped out. Our bodies heaved with synchronized heaving breaths, both of us drenched.

"Did you cum?" I whispered in her ear. She began to giggle breathlessly.

"Only...only four times," she gasped out. I laughed with her.

"I'd love to play that game sometime with Tara," I said. She licked her lips.

"Mmm...I think that can be arranged," she smiled. Hearing the familiar buzzing of my alarm, I kissed Lylah goodbye.

"Tonight...I'll put the ring under her pillow, so I guess I won't see you." She held my hand.

"It will be worth it, sweetie," she purred. It was nice to hear someone call me by a pet name this side of an orgasm again. Well, tomorrow I would hear it from Tara. I kissed Lylah again as the room dissolved and I woke up.

Never had a Friday gone by so slow. I knew I had all day and that night to wait, and I was so jacked about the next day. When five o'clock hit, I practically ran out the door. Getting back home seemed to take forever, but when I finally did, I realized it was quite a long time until bed. Being Friday, we would probably be up late too, at least Tara would. I'd have taken a nap, but without the ring I might not be able to fall asleep that night if I did. Besides, I had to be up later than Tara so I could slip the ring under her pillow, I didn't want to risk putting it under there and then have her take it out if she felt it. I worked out when I came home, and by the time I was done Tara was setting the table. We ate dinner, then watched some dumb reality show. I hate those things, but it was worth it because I knew Tara got tired when she watched TV. Sure enough, after a couple hours, she started yawning. So I suggested we head on up to bed, and she was plenty ready. We got settled in, and then began the waiting game. Every time it seemed like she was out, she would turn over, or stretch, or give me a sleepy smile. It was at least an hour, and I almost fell asleep myself, but finally I heard a steady breathing with an occasional light snore. I slipped the ring off my finger and under her pillow.

It was weird, not having my nightly fuck with Lylah, and without the ring I had a hard time falling asleep. After adjusting myself for a while, I finally drifted off.

When I woke the next morning, I noticed Tara wasn't in bed. I felt under her pillow, the ring still there, so I took it out and put it back on. It sounded like she was downstairs, so I brushed my teeth and headed down. I figured she would probably be making coffee, but I didn't smell or hear it. When I got to the kitchen, I didn't see her either.

"Tara," I called, "you home, babe?" A noise behind me got me to turn, and there was my wife, naked and hotter than hell. She had a hungry look in her eyes, and without a word she practically pounced on me, grabbing the back of my head and forcefully shoving her tongue in my mouth. She tore at my shorts, pulling them down and taking hold of my instantly hard cock. Her mouth wandered, sucking at my neck then up to my earlobe.

"Fuck me," she growled. There had been no reason for me to doubt what Lylah had said, but I had never expected it to work so quickly or so completely. I had figured it would be gradual, and so was completely shocked at the ferocity of her sexual assault. She grabbed my hand and pressed it to her freshly shaved pussy, which was completely soaked. She wanted no foreplay, just wanted me to know she was wet and ready for me.

"Fuck me, please fuck me," she hissed again, this time with a small whine to her words, indicating her desperation. My manhood took hold of my shocked senses and brought me back to reality. I grabbed my wife and picked her up, returning her vicious kisses, and sat her on the table. Her legs wrapped around my waist and I plunged my cock into her, right up to my balls. She moaned and I looked down to see my member glistening with her juices. The sight filled me with lust and I pounded Tara's sweet pussy all the more. She clawed at my back and groaned her approval.

"Yes, yes, yes, more, more, keep fucking, fuck me, fuck me!" she kept gasping, her breathing ragged and hard. When she started sucking on my neck again, I leaned into her and ground my crotch into hers, sending her over the edge of orgasm. The tightening of her pussy when she climaxed, combined with the excitement of finally fucking her, was too much for me. My cum pumped into her for what seemed like several minutes. We clung to each other, not addressing the fact that passions that were so long overdue had finally emerged. I felt something drip on my shoulder. I pulled back just enough to see tears streaming down her face.

"Tara..." I said her name gently. She wasn't sobbing, but the tears were still there.

"I'm so sorry," she whispered. "I haven't taken care of you like I should...I haven't been a good wife..." I interrupted her with a deep kiss.

"It's okay," I said when we broke away. "It's all okay, we'll be fine." She smiled, and kissed me again.

"We have a lot of time to make up for," she whispered. I looked down and saw my cock was hard again. I grinned at her.

"Want to start with that project now?" She flashed me the sexiest naughty-girl smile I'd seen from her in a long time.

"You bet. Give it to me, stud." We laughed as I slid back into her and resumed our fucking.

Later that day, I went upstairs to go see Lylah. She was waiting for me as usual after I fell asleep. By way of greeting I grabbed her and kissed her passionately. When we broke, she smiled and ran her fingers through my hair.

"I take it you were pleased with my performance, Master?" Lylah purred.

"Lylah...it was incredible! We haven't fucked like that for years! It was amazing!"

"I am pleased you enjoyed it, Master. I enjoyed it as well." I raised an eyebrow until I remembered what she had said before. "Yes, you remember that I feel it too. But, there was something new in this. I felt the...the...well, I believe it was love, Master."

"Well, yes, of course it was love, Lylah." I must have looked as puzzled as I sounded, because she blushed. I realized she was embarrassed.

"I...I do not feel love often, Master. I felt it in your wife for you, and I felt it in the passion with which you made love. Most times, when a man comes to me, I feel the passion of physicality. Sometimes, if I temporarily possess a woman...well...she has long lost love for the man she is with. But it was not so here." I pulled Lylah to me and hugged her, realizing it was the first time I had done so without fucking her.

"You know, Lylah, you're special to me too," I said softly in her ear. She smiled at me, but sadly.

"Yes...I suppose that I am. But, do you...that is...well, never mind, Master. Are you going to allow me into your wife again tonight?"

"Oh, um...yeah, yes, of course." She kissed my cheek.

"Then I will see you later, Master." I kissed Lylah and walked out of the room.

I followed my routine of waiting until Tara was asleep, then slipped the ring under her pillow. I was almost asleep myself when I felt a soft hand running slowly across my chest under the sheets, down my stomach, and gently stroking my balls. My cock sprang to life and she gripped it, then pulled back the sheets. In the dark I saw her silhouette moving down and then felt the warm, wet sensation of her mouth on my member. She sucked the head gently, still caressing my balls, sometimes sliding a finger down to rub my asshole. The slurping got louder as she moved down my shaft, and I felt a line of her drool slide down to the base. I reached over and turned on my bedside lamp to watch Tara work, and caught her eyes gazing into mine as she continued sucking. I've always loved it when a woman looks at me while giving me a blowjob, and I couldn't last too long after seeing that. I squeezed my eyes shut and groaned when I fired my load into Tara's mouth. It had been so long since she blew me that I forgot she really didn't like me shooting in her mouth. But this time, she just squeezed my shaft and sucked hard until I finished emptying my balls. She kept sucking, driving me wild with the overwhelming sensation, and I heard her swallow, something she'd never done before.