Wish Bone: Changing Wife

I guided her head up and kissed her brilliantly painted but somewhat smudged lips. Keiko's lips were so much smaller than Deb's that I was excited by the sheer newness and novelty of the situation. The unfamiliar taste of her lipstick just added spice to the mix. I began to fumble with the unfamiliar fastenings of the kimono as she moaned. I was about ready to just rip the dang thing off when she undid hidden hooks and buttons and the bulk of it slid away.

From this angle I could not clearly see all of her, but what I saw, I loved. Her slender, smooth back led to small but perky buttocks which flowed to sculpted legs. I felt her large, warm chest and pebble nipples against me as she began to rub the crinkly hairs around her heat-emitting core against my shaft.

With a final kiss, she rose up and her large breasts bounced appealingly. When she saw how much I enjoyed it, she began to shift her shoulders to make them dance and sway for me. Even as I was otherwise engaged, she grasped my cock and eased it into her. If I thought she was tight last night, I was sadly mistaken. Keiko was a much smaller woman, with a much tighter and apparently virginal pussy. She sat on me rather hard to force the head in, then hammered herself on me up to her barrier. She got me to focus on her eyes as she stared right at me, then lifted herself and THRUST herself down, driving me several inches past her thrice ruptured hymen. She closed her eyes and I waited, seeing wetness under her eyelids.

"Are you OK, Keiko?" She nodded, then began to squirm her hips a bit.

"Did you know, Master Will'am-san, that this one remembers how to do, what is the word? Kegel exercises from her other selves? And did you know that this one has also had training in how to please a man? Training that includes how to use her hidden gifts?" She stumbled trying to say that, mixing her words up and butchering pronunciation, but when I figured out what she said, my eyes opened wide- which was apparently her cue.

She began to shift her shoulders, then her waist, then her hips, looking sort of like a snake trying to shimmy its way out of its skin. Then the movement began to translate to her internal muscles and shimmy up one side of my cock then the other. She rotated her shoulders, and somehow duplicated the motion inside herself against me. She humped her hips and chest upwards, making her large breasts bounce, and again, did the same thing internally, rubbing on the sensitive bottom of my shaft.

Then... she began to move up and down again slowly while alternating between the other things... and I lost it. I was squirting deep inside her over and over. She would let me rest a moment and do it again until I almost passed out. The damn minx still looked fresh as a daisy, other than the sheen of sweat on her skin.

She lay down against me, fitting against me in marvelous ways. "Is Master-san happy with his slave?" I nodded slowly and wearily. "Would he grant her a boon?" That woke me up a bit.

"What would you like, my precious Keiko?"

"May this one borrow the bone to make some wishes?" It made me nervous, but I trusted my wife, no matter what her shape was. I handed her the bone and tried to prepare myself.

"I wish you looked like George Clooney in his prime, with a cock that completely filled my tight little cunny, and could last as long as I do. I also wish you were great at taking care of my sexual needs." OK, that did not sound so bad, especially spoken with her sexy accent. I felt the ripples and was again infused with energy and felt strong and young again- it felt great! I also felt...

Keiko's delicate petals seemed to call out to me. I bent over and kissed her fragrant lips as gently as I could. I began to whisper things to her lower lips, fluttering my tongue and lips on her. My fingers found almost magical points to stroke and caress, making her moan and move and bring me excitement in return. I began to fondle her smooth buttocks, which sort of surprised me as I was never really into ass play before and did not think Deb was either. Nonetheless, I stroked and fondled the taut globes as I continued worshipping her innermost folds.

One hand was exploring her turgid nipples, my tongue was deep inside her, and I suddenly found that I was slipping a finger to her rosebud. I had moistened the finger with my saliva and her juices, and with a little exploration, it suddenly popped right in. The intrusion made Keiko shiver and hum happily so I slid the invader in and out in the same rhythm as my tongue. Hmmm, I added another finger to her ass, and repurposed my nipple fingers to help my tongue. Soon I had two fingers in her two openings, and was tonguing everything I could reach- including her taint and rosebud. Again, I had never tried anything like this before and was beginning to wonder what kind of idiot I was.

When I had her thoroughly worked up, I shifted position so I could kiss my way back to her beautiful face with extended detours for each perfect breast. By the time our lips locked, she was fanning herself and making an odd high-pitched moan. I knew somehow that she wanted to be taken doggie-style, another first for both of us. Keeping our kiss for as long as I could, I guided her into position at the edge of the bed and got behind her. I massaged her back with one hand as I guided my way in with the other. She was already grabbing at the sheets as I began to seesaw my cock in and out while also wagging it up and down. The motion engaged her clit and G-spot and ramped up her arousal rapidly. She was already shaking and squeaking with small climaxes, so I added some ass play to take her to the next level.

Kissing the small of her back, fucking her with my large cock and a couple fingers in her butt, and stroking her with my free hand took a lot of concentration on my part but it was worth it to feel her quivering and shaking and thrashing and moaning and keening through a series of climaxes, one rolling in after the other. It was time to up the ante, so I shoved her further onto the bed and climbed in after her for a different angle and more leverage. I summoned everything I could and just began to pound the fuck out of her, the noise of our bodies slapping together filling the room. I was pulling her hair to make her arch her back and slapping her buttocks like a cowboy in a rodeo.

She began to scream and strain every muscle in her body as her final, big orgasm hit and mine followed like a freight train a heartbeat later. I bellowed an animalistic roar and blew my large load as deep into her as we had ever felt before. She was nearly limp by the time I was done and all I could do was to collapse beside her.

I woke up the next morning still in the Clooney shape, with my Oriental doll next to me, one of her delicate hands wrapped around my morning wood. I nuzzled her salty neck, kissed my way down between her cleavage, sucked at her porcelain navel, and rubbed my nose in the few crinkly hairs above her cleft. She moaned and shifted, spreading her legs. They were thick and sticky with our fluids, but I still felt a desire to kiss and gently massage her there. I wanted her to jerk me off while I did so, and knew on one level that she was my sex slave, but on another level, I knew what she wanted and really wanted to give it to her. So, I gave her a nice, tingly wake-up orgasm and took her into the shower to wash up. It was rather interesting being in a situation where each of us was trying to serve the other in some way and it could have gone on a long time but my 'get ready for work' alarm reminder went off and nipped it in the bud.

That particular alarm meant I had to be in my car in twenty minutes to make it to work on time, so I really had to hustle. It wasn't until I was getting dressed in poorly fitting clothes that I remembered we needed to change our bodies back. That created a bit of a conundrum, however, as I really did not want to change her because I knew she loved this body more than her original, and she really did not want to change me. In the end, though, she managed to get me reverted and that cleared my mind enough to do it back to her. I barely made it to work in time.

It was a slow day so I decided to make a matrix chart for Deb. In a matrix chart, you make a bunch of columns, one per attribute of what you are working on. For a chair, the columns might be something like material, main use, period, and style. then you fill in each column. The material column might be wood, metal, cardboard, plastic, laminates, concrete, etc. You use the chart by mixing and matching attributes to help spur the thought process.

In Deb's case, I had columns for height, body shape, skin color, hair color, eye color, breast size, buttocks size, temperament, dominance/submissive levels, fetishes/special interests, etc. I also included a column of odds and ends. Since I had a twelve-sided die at home, I aimed for twelve things in each column. Some were easy- height, temperament, etc. could be described on a '1 through 12' scale. Some took some toying around to get twelve options out of. Eye color, for example, had options like deep blue, blue, sky blue, blue-green, green-blue, and so on, with purple and gold added for fun. The fetishes were fun. I added foot, lingerie, oral, tied up, exhibitionist, and some others. It kept me nicely occupied between actual work assignments.

Then lunch rolled around. We were not allowed to eat lunch in our offices so I took my lunch bag to the break room for our area and started to zap the soup and make a sandwich. I was reading a book (yes, it was a naughty book. Let's call it 'research', OK?) on my phone app and minding my own business when Tara came in.

Tara was a solid 8 on any scale, but thanks to her make-up, clothing choices, and the way she carried herself and spoke, she could come across as a 9+. She played in a lot of my non-wife fantasies. I was just beginning to think about her being bent over the sink when I realized the bone was in my hand instead of the lock box. I mumbled something without really thinking about it. Her skirt was suddenly shorter and tighter, her ass was more bubble-like, and she was just positioned perfectly bent over the sink on her tip-toes, ass thrust high in the air.

Damn it. I got up and unzipped, letting the big cock that Deb did not revert hang out the fly. I put a blocking forearm on her back and flipped up her skirt. Tara just bit her lip and moaned as she wriggled her backside against me. A quick check showed that she either was not wearing panties, or the wish made them vanish. She was also dripping wet and moaned on my fingers. I ran my cock down her asscheeks and then over her cunt lips. "You are a hot bitch, aren't you? You want this fat cock shoved up your slutty cunt bad, don't you?" She was biting her lip, nodding, and grunting in heat. I grabbed her tits roughly and felt her fat C-cup jostle while her nippled harded against my palms. "Get ready, bitch." I had no idea where this was coming from but it was pretty damn hot.

I shoved my fat cock in her slutty cunt as promised. Damn, she was hot and wet! She was pretty loose compared to Keiko or Deb but it still felt great as she pushed back against me, wiggling her ass. I had to get on tip toe to get a good angle but managed to make several good power thrusts up into her. She accidentally turned the water on and it was splashing all over her rather thin top and revealing her polka dotted bra to the world. That seemed to turn her on, too and she was splashing herself with the cool water as I fucked her from behind and ran my arms up under her soaked blouse. I worked fingers under the bra to find cold, rock-hard nipples. I made her squeal every time I pinched or tweaked on. She was beginning to sag so I stepped things up.

As I was fucking the shit out of nearly boneless and brainless body, I remembered I still had the bone. I could make her a big-titted bimbo fuck toy with just a wish. I was actually reaching into my pocket when I came hard into her and my mind cleared up a little. I was pretty shaken at what I had done, so I used the bone to put things back right and make her think it was just a really sexy and realistic daydream. It was a bit unnerving how she was looking at me as I cleaned up and left.

That was... that was... I was back at my desk thinking about the last half hour. It was amazingly sexy, but also really, really wrong. I took advantage of her without a second thought and was about to do a lot more to her. It made me a bit sick, but dear god, it also aroused me. This is the definition of 'absolute power corrupting absolutely'. I put the bone in my briefcase and tried to keep my mind on my work for the rest of the day. The last part of cousin Jonathan's letter was gnawing at me.

By the time I got home, I had made a couple phone calls and had a plan. I stopped at the store and spent quite some time in the garage putting it all together. Deb knocked on the door a lot, but I steadfastly ignored her. Hours later, when I saw her finally, she was excited to use the bone again. "Sorry, love, but I don't have it right now." I told her about Tara and my concerns, but not about the whole plan. As far as she knew, it was in a bank lock box until we could get a better handle on it.

I knew she was upset by my unilateral action, and the cold dinner she served just drove the point home more. I tried to reason that this was just more evidence that we were both getting a bit carried away with it, but the pillow and blankets she tossed at me before locking the bedroom door suggested she was still unhappy.

The morning did not bring me much relief. I had coffee and cold cereal alone before heading off early. I dropped a big box off at the local post office, then several more in smaller mail drops around the area, and another with the UPS and FedEx drops in the office building.

Work that day was pretty miserable. Tara kept shooting me looks that seemed to be a confused mixture of anger and lust. Deb was still upset but at least speaking to me and supper was reheated leftovers in front of the TV. With all the action we've had lately, I had almost forgot we owned a TV. We were sitting there watching some lame talent show when there was a slight disturbance in the room.

There was not a noise or movement, just a sudden sense of a presence and the faintest whiff of rotten eggs. The dark shape in the corner of the room shifted just a bit into the light. The well-dressed man exuded a sense of corrupt power, but was also roguishly handsome- a dangerous and thrilling combination. I started to stammer. "W... Who are..." when the music for the Rolling Stones' "Sympathy for the Devil" started to play for several bars.

"There are rules that guide the use of the Wishing Bone by mortals. You have thus far not followed those rules." He drug out the 'R' in 'rules', almost rolling them sensually. "the rules require that you use it to sow chaos and corruption. You came close with Tara, but then weakened at the end. You have forfeited the use of the Bone. Surrender it now."

"I no longer have it." I was shivering in fear and trying to hide it, but I know he knew, that he could probably smell it all over me. "I mailed it to someone just this morning."

His eyes flashed and I swear I heard distant thunder and the screams of the damned. "To whom did you mail it?" His English was as precise and painfully sharp as a surgeon's blade. "I... I don't know. I knew I had to get rid of it but I had no idea who to send it to. I made up lots of identical packages and addressed them to churches and other places all around the country, then dropped it one of them. I dropped them all off to be delivered by the post office and other delivery services this morning. I... I also double and triple boxed some of them so they would be forwarded even further and more randomly."

He stood and strode over to me, leaning over me threateningly. I could feel the furnace heat radiating off him. "You have no idea, mortal, how lucky you are that I am restrained from unleashing my full anger on you right now. I assume you did not keep a list of the chu... destinations?" I shook my head. A sudden firestorm swept over him as he stomped away, walking through a wall as if it was a mere projection.

I stood there hyperventilating for several minutes before Deb came over to me and hugged me. She was weeping and repeating "I'm so sorry" over and over. I tried to reassure her that everything was OK.

Later that night we were getting ready for bed and she asked me how I thought of this idea. "Well, it was all Jonathan's letter. I figured that they could not track the bone in the post system, and when I called Jonathan, he told me that after he mailed the bone away, he also got a visit, although with a less pleasant result and during the course of the 'result', he gave them our address. I was able to determine that they cannot really track the bone, but they can sense its presence to some extent. So, now Satan knows we no longer have it, but it would probably be lost now with all the dead ends I created. Seriously, I mailed out over 300 packages, with about a hundred of them nested so they would get resent."

We discussed it a little more that night, and a little for the next couple days but she seemed as interested in putting the whole thing behind her as much as I was. Or, at least as much as I was until a small package showed up in our mailbox labeled 'insufficient postage'.

*****

That night, I made Deb talk to me before I would use the hidden bone on her. I confessed my weakness, which just seemed to make her hotter- but still upset her. She agreed that we needed some sort of rules or limits and we set to craft what would be out default 'working' bodies we could use most of the time. We set an alarm to remind us to change back to the defaults early enough in the morning to let us have some morning fun but still get to work. We set some safe words and other minor details and decided we were ready to eat.

"I have an idea, or a request. Can we go out to eat in different bodies?" I asked her what she had in mind and she outlined a deal where we would find a picture of what we wanted to look like and go to two different rooms. I'd wish for her to look like her picture and pass her the bone under the door and she'd change me. Then we would use our own cars to meet at a local lounge for supper and drinks and see what happens after that. When I asked how I would recognize her, she laughed and said that it would be part of the fun. Besides, we'd probably arrive there at about the same time.

I found my picture in a Men's Health magazine, made some notes in the margin, and waited for her to say she was ready. I made the wish, passed her the stone, felt the ripples, and checked myself in the mirror. Young, cut, strong, and with a rugged looking stubble- a young modern man's man. Perfect. I headed out, and as arranged, she waited until my car was out of sight. The lounge was quiet since it was Wednesday. I staked out a good corner table and waited. There were a few attractive women wandering around and I know I caught the eye of a few of them.

A little later, three beautiful women came in within a few minutes of each other. One went straight to the bar, the other two looked around like they were meeting someone. At one point or another, all three looked at me and all three either smiled or unconsciously licked their lips, or both.

I studied them all. The first one, that went to the bar, looked like a modern rendition of Marilyn Monroe with well-styled pale blonde hair over an almost overblown bombshell body. Her classical face had the same sort of fun-loving sexuality that Marilyn usually showed. She was wearing an off-white dress that highlighted her peaches and cream complexion. The middle woman had cinnamon skin with long, straight black hair. She was tall and slender, but had hips that made me want to grab them and breasts that looked like they would be happy handfuls. She wore a short skirt, long boots, and a colorful top that suggested she was braless under it. The last one immediately reminded me of Scarlett Johansson/Black Widow from the Avengers movie- athletically built with wavy red hair. Snug slacks hugged her shapely legs and hips, and a white top under a short black leather jacket suggested that she was packing some decent boobage.