The LIAR and the WITCH Bk. 01-03

I began to stroke my wife's cock a little more vigorously now, even as I examined it. This was actually my first real chance to explore her new anatomy. I mean, I'd already been introduced to her cock and balls, but hadn't really been able to examine anything beyond that, mostly because my mind had been preoccupied with other things.

Her pubic hair was as thick and loosely curled as it had been before, and was localized above her penis, not on her testicles (which was a relief because, somehow, the very thought of her having hairy balls was somehow even more revolting.) What's more, just beneath those testicles, I could see, as I had discovered earlier this morning, that she still had her vulva, making her a true hermaphrodite. This is what my wife had meant earlier when she said that she was wet in two places. She wasn't kidding either. A different, more familiar kind of wetness was seeping out from between her thighs even now, and soaking the bath robe beneath her. Even this was more lubrication than she usually produced. Her body truly was in heat.

Nowhere was this more obvious than with the thick wang that I was currently stimulating. Rivulets of Donna's thick pre-cum were streaming down the side of her dick and lubricating my stroking fingers. The smell was getting stronger too, making me feel even more lightheaded and aroused. Donna was panting openly now, indicating that she was also similarly affected. Spreading her legs even further, she started squirming on the bed and thrusting her hips up to meet the up and down motion of my hand.

"Oh Randy," she moaned. "I can feel the lust coursing through me. I know you can feel it too. I'm trying to control myself, but I'm on fire..."

I put a finger to her lips. "Shhhhhh," I said. "Let me take care of you."

It seemed that just hearing my voice, and knowing that I was willing to help her out with her burden, was all she really needed to finally push her over the edge. I watched as her eyes rolled back in her head and her mouth opened to emit a guttural, gurgling sigh. Then all at once she was screaming out and grabbing my wrist so that she could hold it in place as she began to repeatedly thrust her hips forward, fucking my hand in the process. I kept pumping her cock anyhow and, within moments, she ejaculated all over her own chest forcefully enough to hit herself in her chin a few times.

As my wife climaxed, I was once again surprised by my own corresponding physical reaction. Just like the last two times, my body orgasmed in time with Donna's, even though I hadn't even noticed it building. Grunting, I thrust my hips reflexively to maximize the friction between my spurting cock and my track pants, as I unloaded more cum into them.

Donna's orgasm wasn't as drawn out or as explosive as had been her last two, and it ended just moments before my own did. As she collapsed back into the mattress, I also couldn't help but notice that her post-orgasmic reaction was different this time as well. Rather than being upset like both of the other times, the expression on Donna's face was one of pure joy.

"Thank you, Randy," she said, slurring her words like a drunk woman. "Twas purrrfect."

Watching her drift off to sleep, I was left wondering the implications of my body's recent insistence that it have a mutual orgasm in time with my wife. That's when I noticed that I was still gripping her shrinking cock. Slowly, I pulled my hand away, and got up to get some towels to clean up.

DAY 12

WEDNESDAY

It's hard to believe, but our new life—one where my wife has a new, very needy cock—has become rather routine. It's been three days since our agreement, and I'm pleased that things are going as well as they are.

Now, don't get me wrong. It's not that I like her having a dick, it's just that, well, if milking that thing regularly will keep Donna's new dominant personality at bay, then it's worth it.

Anatolia wasn't kidding when she said that Donna's lust would put a teenaged boy's libido to shame. That fucking dick of hers is hard, and begging for some kind of attention, at least three, sometimes four times a day! To make matters worse, even though I'm not in the least bit horny myself ahead of time, I'm still cumming in time with that monster. It's almost as if it were controlling my orgasms. I'm also starting to wonder if Anatolia cast some kind of spell on me too when I wasn't looking, because I'm still ejaculating quite a bit each time, even though I should be more than spent by now.

That's not the only thing that's become normalized over the last few days. As if it were possible, my wife has also become more comfortable with her new form. Although she's figured out how to conceal the monster between her legs when she goes out (by using a thick athletic supporter that is padded to absorb the ever-present leakage), she no longer tries to hide it at home.

When we're inside the house where nobody can see her, Donna typically wears a tank top without a bra (revealing huge nipples that are erect even more often than is her cock) and tight fitting yoga pants. In this way, the form of her new cock is always clearly visible as a huge bulge in her pants, looking for all the world like a coiled serpent.

She even tried wearing a one-piece body-suit leotard, the kind that button at the crotch. It took some work for her to clip it, and afterwards, her large member bulged the stretchy material as it was pushed up to rest against her belly. Perhaps predictably, her cock flopped out of the side of the material (I swear, it was trying to escape), and, when Donna finally noticed it, she giggled wantonly as she pushed it back in. Unfortunately, all that attention was causing the cock to grow, making it increasingly obvious that it wasn't going back into the tight-fitting confines of the leotard in its present state.

That's when she called me. "Oh, Randy," she said winking. "Give me a hand would you?"

This kind of attitude is new to Donna. I'm not sure if it's because she's still pissed at me, or if it's some minor aspect of her new dominant personality, but she's really been more assertive of late. Whether it's what to watch on TV or what we're having for supper, she's telling me a lot more than asking now.

This was new territory for us. Donna had always been meek and capitulating. She'd always been the people-pleaser, and we'd never had an argument that lasted more than a day or two. I was also used to having my own way in pretty much, well, everything. To have her standing up for herself—I mean beyond the pheromone induced sex sessions—was unheard of. Sure, it was something that I'd been trying to encourage in her for years, especially when it came to handling that bitch Belinda at work, but I never expected me to be on the receiving end of her new spine.

Actually, come to think of it, maybe Donna's new attitude isn't directed solely at me. Yesterday, she was telling me about something that happened at work with Belinda, and she was so excited because, for the first time ever, she had pushed back against Belinda! That never would have happened before!

Donna and Belinda work together at a big architectural firm in the city. Belinda was initially hired as Donna's assistant but, through clever manipulation of the executives, as well as a combination of taking credit for Donna's ideas and badmouthing her in the process, Belinda had climbed the ranks so that she was now equal to my wife. Unfortunately, preferring to avoid conflict, Donna had just let it happen, and was now living with the consequences of that choice. Although Donna had tried to transfer out to another department, it had been denied. And so it was that Belinda continued to finagle her way into group projects with just her and Donna, in which she would make Donna do all the work while she took the majority of the credit. Now, to make matters worse, they were both up for the same promotion!

This was another reason to keep her happy with regular hand jobs that kept her new, enhanced libido happy. I didn't want her to resent me for adding to her already considerable level of stress at work.

Still, I couldn't help but wonder if Donna was able to vent some of her frustration at Belinda, maybe she wouldn't be as angry at me anymore for putting her in the path of a witch's curse.

DAY 14

FRIDAY

I didn't believe that this would have been possible even a week ago, but the situation is actually improving. It began on Wednesday night as we were preparing for the evening routine of a hand job for my wife before she went to sleep.

Donna was in the shower because she liked to be fresh for me. I was standing in the mirror shaving, when I caught a glimpse of her ass through the shower stall window as she was bending over to shave her legs. From my vantage point, I had an excellent view of her familiar and shapely ass, one that I was relieved to see hadn't been altered at all by the sudden appearance of a huge sausage in the neighbouring region between her legs.

I rinsed off my razor and turned around for a better view. Her cheeks were now pressing up against the glass, bouncing slightly as Donna stretched to shave her calves. I sighed contentedly. My wife has always had a gorgeous heart-shaped ass, one that is accentuated by her thin waist and flared hips. Although it was admittedly her boobs that first caught my attention, I'd always been fond of saying that, "I came for the tits and stayed for the ass."

That's when it occurred to me.

Donna had to relieve sexual tension. Up until now, we'd been doing that by stroking her cock, forgetting that, because she still had a pussy, regular intercourse was still a possibility.

It was still a possibility right?

Maybe—just maybe—we could relieve that sexual tension without me having to actually touch her cock.

There was only one way to find out.

I quickly slipped out of my comfy clothes and climbed into the shower stall behind her. She greeted me happily enough and was about to turn around when I stopped her. Grabbing the loofah sponge, and soaping it up, I started rubbing her back with it. She moaned her appreciation as I alternated between scrubbing and massaging her entire back and backside. I paid special attention to her buttocks, and she responded favourably. I guess it shouldn't have come as too much of a surprise actually. With her accentuated libido, her body was pretty much always ready for some kind of action. She pressed her ass up against my rubbing hand, lifting and presenting it to me in the process.

Taking this as permission to continue, I slipped my fingers between her legs from behind to finger the slit of her pussy. Not surprisingly, I found it slick and swollen with obvious arousal.

"Ooooooo," Donna said. "What are you doing to me Randy?"

"Oh, just playing," I answered as mysteriously as I could.

I slipped a finger into her and she gasped at the sensation. It had been the only attention her pussy had received in a few days, and I think it was getting jealous of all the fuss that we'd been making over the new neighbour. Speaking of that new appendage, I could feel it shifting between her legs as it grew, and as her testicles tightened. I tried to ignore it even as it occasionally brushed against my hand.

Stepping forward, I lifted my own, by now, erect cock, and brushed it up provocatively against the cheeks of her ass. Donna mewled her approval of this activity, so I slid it between her legs, and rubbed it up against the lips of her pussy provocatively. She used to love it when I teased her like this for long periods of time but, apparently today, she had little patience for it. She reached down between her legs with her right hand, grabbed the tip of my prick, and guided it into her waiting cunt. It slipped right in. We both called out in harmony, and she pushed back against me, burying my member as deeply as it would go.

"Ohhhhh, I've missed this," she grunted as we started moving together.

I'm ashamed to say that the experience didn't last long for either of us. This was the first intercourse I'd had in months, and Donna ... well Donna was able to cum so much easier now than ever before. Apparently, whatever mental blacks that had been placed there by her prudish parents had been swept away in the deluge of lustful perversion that had accompanied her new cock.

For just a few short minutes, I pounded her from behind as she braced herself on the walls of the shower with her hands and pushed back towards me in time with my thrusting. Our pace quickened in unison, indicating that we were both very close. Just as I exploded inside her, she squirted a huge load of cum all over the faucet. It was an unusual feeling, almost like it was me that was coming through her.

I was relieved, in more ways than one. She appeared to be satisfied—at least for now—and I'd gotten some pleasure out of it too. All without me touching her dick.

Win-win!

That was Wednesday night. Since then, I've assumed a leading role in her pleasuring rather than a reluctant one. Over the last couple of days, for instance, I've taken her in a similar fashion a number of times. Once, when she was bent over the kitchen table wiping it down, and another time when we were spooning in bed.

I'm actually optimistic now. If we can just keep it at this level, then maybe we can actually get through to the end of this sorry curse without me going native.

DAY 15

SATURDAY

Things are still going well, but I can't help but notice that Donna's personality continues to evolve. She's acting more and more like ... well, a man. This morning for instance, as I was bent over drying my legs after a shower she said, "Nice ass," and then slapped it with her dick as she walked by. I stood up immediately and backed away, eyeing her member cautiously as I rubbed my ass cheek.

"Oh, relax," she said, shaking her cock at me and saying, "Woot woot!"

As if this weren't bad enough though, it got much worse later this morning when the doorbell rang and I opened the door to find our next door neighbour Melanie standing there. Not surprisingly, she was dressed in her favourite string bikini, covered only by a colourful, slightly translucent beach tunic.

"Hi Mr. Henderson," she said brightly. "I'm selling Girl Guide cookies for my friend's younger sister. Wanna buy some?"

Before I could even reply to Melanie, Donna interrupted. Although, of late, she had been avoiding the door (for obvious reasons), the moment she found out who it was, she quickly wrapped a sarong around her waist and over her bodysuit, and swept to the entrance, practically pushing me out of the way.

"Melanie!" she called out, pulling the teenager into an awkward hug.

The poor girl sputtered an unrecognizable response as Donna stepped back. I noticed that Melanie was staring at my wife's bra-less tits with their perpetually erect nipples and areolas on full display under the thin white stretchy material of the leotard. The teenager blinked several times in confusion, as if she didn't recognize her long-time neighbour.

Donna then proceeded to take a very keen interest in the attractive teenager, asking her all about boys, and whether she was seeing anybody, and how astoundingly gorgeous she had become. It was actually kind of uncomfortable.

I don't remember much of what Melanie said in return and am pretty sure that the young woman never once stopped staring at my wife's tits. Eventually, Donna agreed to buy ten boxes of cookies, and Melanie stuttered that she would deliver them in about two weeks' time. Then, after another lingering hug, the teenager walked dazedly away from our house.

As I closed the door behind Melanie, I reflected on what had just happened. My wife had just acted like a horny older man hitting on a young woman. Donna had actually been turned on by a teenaged girl. A girl! Cock or no cock, this was akin to lesbianism, something that Donna had strictly disavowed on a number of occasions.

When I turned to look at my wife, I knew that my suspicions had been correct. She was leaning heavily against the wall, absentmindedly stroking the sides of her tits. Her eyes were heavily lidded, and her mouth was slightly agape with a thin line of drool running out from the corner of it.

At that same moment, we both became aware of something else: her sarong was quickly bulging. Obviously, her monster had slipped out of the hem of her leotard again, and was calling to her.

She moaned in response, and then looked at me. "Oh. My. God," she breathed. "What's happening? When did Melanie get so... so... hot?"

I didn't pause to respond. It was time to be proactive. Donna was suddenly very horny, and I had to deal with it immediately, before it got out of hand. We could answer questions later.

I grabbed her by the arm, spun her around roughly, and pushed her onto the couch. Our living room sofa faced away from the big window that looked out onto the street. It was dark in the house, so I was pretty sure that nobody could see in, even though we could see out. Hopefully, this meant that we could watch young Melanie as she continued to go from door to door in our neighbourhood while we were otherwise occupied.

Propping my wife up on the back of the couch facing the window, I tore off her sarong, and unclipped the strained leotard where it was joined between her legs. This freed her, by now, fully erect cock, allowing it to fall away to thump heavily against the cushion on the back of the couch.

With her clothing out of the way, I could smell Donna's arousal now. It was a combination of the familiar musky odour from her pussy, mixed with the heady tang of her cock's pre-cum. We both inhaled, almost involuntarily, and our passions were both immediately inflamed even further. Still, I was determined to be the one in control. Luckily, I knew all the right libidinous buttons to push, including some new ones that were just now becoming increasingly obvious.

"Do you think that anyone can see us?" I asked while gesturing at the large window just a few feet in front of us. My horny wife responded only by inhaling raggedly through her open mouth.

As I pulled her bodysuit roughly up over her head to free her tits, I pursued it further. "Does it turn you on to think about being watched?"

"Yesssssssss," she breathed without hesitation.

"Then show everyone your tits Donna. Show the people walking by how you like to play with your nipples." She practically leaped at my command. Grabbing at her breasts, she shook them briefly in the direction of the window, before releasing them to pull sharply on each of her large, painfully erect, nipples.

"Ffffffffffffffff," she snorted.

Mounting the couch cushions behind her, I reached in from behind and slid two fingers just part of the way into her pussy. Then, I wiggled them back and forth just inside the entrance, in just the way I knew drove her wild.

"Do you think Melanie can see us?" I asked as I did this. She moaned out loud, and I swear that her pussy suddenly became about a dozen times slicker. She bucked suddenly and violently against my hand.

"Oh Randy," she called out. "I can't ... take it anymore. Fuck me. FUCK ME NOW!"

Although her command wasn't necessarily one of her mind controlling statements (at least I don't think it was), I didn't really care. I was just as turned on by what was happening as she was, and I was more than happy to oblige her request. I adjusted my position behind her, slipped my cock into her pussy from behind, and started thrusting into her with measured strokes.

"If Melanie came to the door now, with us fucking on the couch just a few feet away, what would you do?"

My wife grunted and pushed back against me. Her hands were gripping the back of the couch now, knuckles white, while her head was down now, hair being tossed backwards and forwards with each thrust.