Transformation

At the new order, Wendy stood up. Setting her feet wide apart, she put her fingers between her legs and began moving them over her clit. Her body was on fire, needing the release, and she began gasping and shuddering moments later. Richard stared at his wife hungrily, willing his cock to rise anew, and by the time she had gotten herself off a second time, it was pointing at the ceiling.

"Okay, bitch, get on top and give me the best fuck you've ever given, or it's your ass!"

Wendy practically bolted into her husband's arms, straddling him on the couch and lowering her sopping wet pussy onto him. She kept her fingers between them, at their crotches, playing with her pussy and toying with his cock as it went in and out, in and out. Richard leaned down and began biting and nibbling her puffy nipples, sending his wife over the edge. Wendy began thrashing on his lap, coming hard, as pussy juice began dribbling from her cunt. The feel of his wife's cunt spasming around him sent Richard over the edge. His balls exploded, pumping a fountain of come up into his wife's cunt.

Both husband and wife were too fucked out to continue. Richard allowed Wendy to climb off his lap, then they both cleaned up. Wendy made lunch and served up sandwiches and beer, still dressed, or undressed really, in the same outfit. It was not until mid-afternoon that Richard started tormenting Wendy again.

Richard needed to relieve his bladder of the two beers he had consumed at lunch. Coming out of the bathroom, he glanced at his wife's nightstand and a mad thought came to him. He quietly rifled through the drawer and slid what he wanted into his pockets, then went back into the living room. He seated himself back on the couch, then gestured to his wife. She had been sitting in her armchair, her clothing still undone and disheveled, reading a magazine.

"Yes?," she asked.

"Come here, now!" he ordered.

Wendy stood and came across the room with a certain degree of trepidation. 'What could he want now?', was going through her mind.

When his wife was within arm reach, Richard took his wife and pulled her closer. He kept pulling until she was forced onto his lap, and he positioned her so that she was laying face down, across his lap, so that her ass was in his face. He pushed the back of her skirt up and perused the magnificent view. Stroking her asscheeks gently, he spread her thighs slightly so that he had an excellent view. "Very nice.," he commented, "but I think something is missing."

"Richard?!" asked Wendy, confused.

Richard reached into his pocket, unseen by his wife, and removed the larger of the two objects. It was a vibrator, about six inches in length and an inch wide, that he had bought for her as a joke their first Christmas. She had allowed him to use it on her that one time, but had refused to do so again, saying she didn't like such disgusting toys. Now, as he contemplated it, he could sniff her pussy scent on it, and knew she had been lying to him! He smiled. Resting one hand upon her rump to steady her and keep her in place, he slid the vibrator inside her pussy quickly from behind, then flicked it on.

The result was electrifying! Wendy moaned and bucked against him, crying out as her pussy betrayed her. "Unh, unh, unh! Oh God! Oh God! Richard!..." Her husband kept her in place as he shoved the vibrator around inside her sopping wet cunt, forcing it against her clit and her G-spot. Wendy began making inhuman cries as she came wildly, clawing at the sofa cushions, her face twisted with her release. Only after his wife had come twice, loudly screaming as she did so, did he relent, turning the device off and withdrawing it from her. Wendy tried to climb off his lap, but he kept her in place and she acquiesced silently, collapsing onto him.

"Oh, God, Richard! That was...unbelievable!" she gasped out.

"Just the start, my dear, just the start.," was his enigmatic reply. She tried to twist around to question this, but he kept her lying face down. He pulled the second object from his pocket, a tube of petroleum jelly, and twisted the cap off. He gave the vibrator a liberal coating, and smiled as he looked down upon Wendy's delicious ass. He rested his free hand on her gently but firmly, and spread her asscheeks apart. Before his wife could complain, Richard Secourt had slipped the greasy dildo halfway into her rectum and turned it on.

Wendy screamed, more from fear than from pain, as the vibrator began working her asshole over. She cried in panic as Richard pushed it further in place, and she bucked and clawed to get off the couch. Richard had to release the dildo and hold her in place with both hands, ordering her loudly to "Knock the shit off!" Unattended, the vibrator did its work of stimulating her as Wendy succumbed to her husband. Laying there on his lap, she began responding to the vibrator, twitching and humping against Richard's lap. She could feel the immense and powerful erection inside his pants, and knew he was going to fuck her very, very soon.

She was right. "Okay, get up, but don't let that thing fall out. It falls out, I will give you a spanking that will make yesterday look like a love tap. Do you understand me?!" he demanded.

"Yes.," she replied meekly, panting with desire.

"WHAT!?"

"Yes, dear, I won't let it fall out.," she said, slightly louder.

"All right, get up." Richard helped his wife to her feet, one hand helping to keep the humming device buried up her ass. Wendy stood and looked at her husband pitifully. She had never felt so humiliated, or so sexual, in her entire life. Both hands were behind her, holding her ass and the vibrator. The skirt and blouse were barely in place, and her excited and pointy nipples and dripping cunt were on full display. Richard pushed his wife down the hallway. "Jesus, woman, you move like you've got a stick up your ass!" he laughed.

Once in their bedroom, Richard undressed his wife and helped Wendy crawl onto the bed and kneel, face down with her ass pointing at him. She was only wearing the high-heeled sandals now, and one hand was supporting her while the other worked the vibrator in her ass. Richard stepped back and stripped his own clothes off. Wendy was whimpering with the need for a good fucking, and her husband smiled as he squirted petroleum jelly onto his hand and coated his stiff cock. Stepping up behind her, he crawled on to the bed, yanked the vibrator out of his wife's asshole, and stuffed his cock inside.

It took Wendy a second to notice, through her haze of lust and orgasm, that an even bigger object was in her butt. Bill had never done this to her, never even touching her asshole! Fuck him! She didn't need a strange cock when she could get this at home! Coming fiercely, she bucked back at her husband, fucking the cock buried in her ass, clamping down as she moaned and cried. "Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass!" she whimpered, over and over, as Richard rode her to the biggest come either one of them had ever had. He thought he was going to drain out through his cock into her ass, like a deflating balloon. Wendy swore to him later that she could feel every single contraction and pulse as he came.

The pair collapsed onto the bed, Richard on top of his wife, but both were far too gone to care. It was Richard who roused first, and he slipped loose from his wife, and gaped down at her asshole, distended and leaking his come in a stream of brownish-white. He smacked Wendy loudly on the ass, and as she started and looked up at him, he gave her orders for the rest of her life.

"From now on, there are going to be some changes around here. You are my wife, and your entire purpose in life is to satisfy my needs. Do you understand that?," he said slowly.

Wendy goggled at the thought, so foreign to her upbringing, but her pussy twitched at her husband's intentions. "Yes, sir.," she whispered.

"If I say I want sex, you will give me sex. I don't care when, or where, or how. If I want a blow job at the ball park during the seventh inning stretch, you will give me a blow job! Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"From now on, you swallow. From now on, if I want to fuck your ass, I will fuck your ass. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir.," she was meek, yet her nipples were hardening at the thought.

Richard smiled inwardly. "I don't care what you wear to work, but at home, you are to dress like a sex toy. No pants, no panties, no bras, no pantyhose. Stockings only. High heels only. Stuff I can fuck you in easily. Same thing when we go out. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good. If you have to go out and buy some more clothing, fine, but do it before I get home. When I get home, I expect a fuck slave on her knees begging to suck my cock. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"Another thing - I really do not give a good God damn if you come when we fuck." Richard smiled to himself as he said this, knowing it was a lie. "Your job is to give me pleasure, not the other way around. If you come, fine, but I always will come. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"Okay. Any questions?" he asked finally.

Wendy looked up at her husband lovingly. "After I take my shower, should I get dressed, or stay in just the sandals, Master?"

Richard smiled down at his wife and patted her rump. "Good, you DO understand!"