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New to Eternity: Marriage Counseling
I was sleeping in bed with June that night, having strange dreams. I don't
remember what they were about, but I know they were bad enough that I made
myself wake up from them. As I laid in bed, I was overcome by the feeling
that I was being watched. I sat up slowly, chastising myself for being so
easily scared, and reached for the chain on my nightstand lamp. As the
light clicked on, I gasped in surprise.
Standing at the foot of my bed was a woman. A naked woman. She was
beautiful, young, with long fiery red hair, a flawless complexion, and an
awe inspiring body. Her breasts were large, but pert and firm, with wide
pink areola and hard nipples. Even without a bra they sat close together
enough to give her lovely cleavage. Below her breasts was her smooth flat
tummy and narrow waist, flaring out into her hips and long legs, partially
concealed by the foot of the bed. Framed by her hips and legs was her
hairless sex, her labia parted and visibly moist; she was obviously
excited. My attention, though, was drawn to her face, and that smile that
both put me at ease and made certain parts of me less than comfortable.
I stared, captivated by her beauty for what seemed like half an hour,
before coming to my senses. There was an intruder in my house, and I
wasn't doing anything about it!
"What the hell are you doing in my house?" I demanded to know, turning my
disappointment in myself into outrage at her. She only smiled disarmingly,
as June stirred.
She propped herself up, noticing the light was on and looking at me in
annoyance, but she followed my eyes to the redheaded intruder and gasped
in surprise, much as I had. Sitting up, June pushed herself as far away
from the foot of the bed as she could, her eyes locked on the naked woman.
Still smiling, the intruder looked from me to June, and she spoke.
"Don't be afraid," she told us in her soft, beautiful voice. "I'm here to
help you."
"Who do you think you are?" I shouted at her, feeling more brazen now that
I wasn't spellbound by her beauty. She looked back at me, and I felt my
confidence waver under her calm, confident, beautiful smile.
"Who I am's not important," she told us. "I'm here to help you. To help
you save your marriage."
I felt my ears getting red, and I glanced at June worriedly.
"I know you've been fighting a lot," she went on, sadness in her voice. "I
know about the separation."
How could this girl know that our marriage was on the rocks? How could she
know that we were speaking with lawyers about a divorce. Did she know that
I had no idea what I'd do without June, but we were filing anyway? Did she
know how I felt?
"It would be a tragedy for two people who still love each other to break
up over something that could be fixed."
She knew.
"Mark, June," she started, looking at each of us in turn, sending a shiver
up my spine as she called me by name. "I know what your problem is. You're
fighting because you don't understand each other - because you don't know
how to communicate with each other in a way you both understand. You don't
know what the other wants, let alone needs."
I didn't know what to feel. My anger had evaporated, and was left with
surprise and worry. I had no idea how she knew all this about us, I'd
certainly never seen her before, and yet I found that I was worried that
she was right. The marriage counselor June and I had spoken with months
ago had basically said the same thing, but we couldn't find any way of
getting past it. June derailed my train of thought as she asked the girl a
question.
"How do you know all this?" she asked. "About us," she went on, adding
needless clarification. The red head smiled at her, shaking her head
gently.
"It doesn't matter how I know, it matters that I know; and that I can
help, if you'll let me."
I sat there in my bed, looking at the naked woman who had not only broken
into our house, but knew far too much about our personal lives, offering
to help us save our marriage, and somehow the absurdity of the situation
never dawned on me. Instead, I was focusing on the hope that I could
salvage my marriage, and that June still wanted to. Before I could gather
my thoughts enough to ask her what could be done, June beat me to it.
"How can you help us?" she asked. She always was faster on her feet than
me. The red headed woman smiled brightly, looking even more beautiful than
before.
"I can help you understand each other better. I can show you what the
other feels," she told us, enigmatically.
"How are you going to do that?" I asked, June looking over at me as if I'd
taken the words from her mouth.
"All you need to do is trust me, and let me work my magic," she explained,
her smile becoming more of a sly grin, as if she knew something we didn't.
It didn't matter.
I looked at my wife, as she looked at me. I looked into her deep brown
eyes, the eyes I'd fallen in love with, and I knew that I'd wade through
hell to make her smile. I took her hand, just as she moved to take mine in
hers. Looking into her eyes, it was as if I could read her mind. Turning
my gaze to look at the beautiful intruder, I gave her our answer.
"Please."
Smiling her beautiful smile, the redhead began to pull the comforter off
of the bed, exposing my boxers and June's nightgown. I was about to object
when she crawled onto the bed, her breasts hanging down enticingly, and
wrapped her fingers around the erection my boxers concealed. Wide-eyed, I
looked to June, afraid she'd blame me for the redhead's aggressive
behavior, but I was surprised to see a look of approval on her face.
"Trust her, she's helping us," June suggested, to my astonishment.
"Listen to your wife," the redhead said, smirking playfully as she pulled
my penis out the front of my boxers and climbed over me. Torn between
conflicting priorities, I hesitated too long to prevent her from aiming
me, and sliding herself down around my erection. She moaned softly as I
penetrated her, pushing up into her warm wetness, squeezing me with her
surprisingly strong grip.
As I was nearly overwhelmed by the sensations this girl was giving me, I
was dimly aware of June crawling up over me. As she straddled me on the
bed, in front of the redhead, she brought her lips to mine and kissed me,
deeply and lovingly. I was in heaven! I'd been toying with the idea of a
threesome for years, but June never seemed like the kind of girl who'd be
interested. Now she was lifting herself up for the redhead to lick her as
she fucked herself on me and June and I kissed. I never saw it coming.
The redhead slid herself up and down on my shaft, squeezing and moaning as
she ate my wife out. June kissed me with a passion we hadn't shared since
we'd been married, moaning and gasping as the redhead lapped at her labia
and licked her clit. I pushed up into the redhead with my hips, setting
our rhythm as she bounced and squeezed. She continued to pleasure us,
giving me one of the best fucks of my life, ramming herself down on me
until I couldn't take it anymore. I came in her, and as I did she moaned
in orgasm, squeezing down hard on my cock as June squealed and gasped and
moaned in her own orgasm.
The redhead slowly pulled off of my wilting erection, moaning softly as
she did, letting June down into my lap, holding me. She snuggled up
against me, kissing my neck and rubbing my chest.
"I don't know how this is supposed to help," June said softly, grinning at
me, "but... Wow!" I smiled at her, then looked over at the redhead,
sitting cross-legged beside us on the bed, looking pleased with herself.
"I love you," June told me, making my heart soar as she stroked my face
with her fingers, smiling down at me. "You're so smooth," she told me,
bringing me back from my elation, getting me to smirk and bring a hand up
to my face.
To my surprise, I was smooth. I hadn't shaved since the day before, and
there should have been stubble on my face. I glanced at my hand as I
pulled it from my face and saw that it looked strange- softer, more
delicate. My fingernails were longer and thicker than before, too. When I
looked at June she looked surprised, staring at my face.
"What's wrong?" I asked. My voice sounded funny.
"You... You look... Younger," June told me, staring at me in wonder. She
slid further back in my lap, watching me as I sat up. I felt hair tickling
my neck, and reaching up I found that it was attached to my head. Only, it
wasn't mine; mine is coarse and short, where this was soft, long and
thick. Feeling worried, though, surprisingly, not afraid, June and I both
looked to the redhead.
"Don't miss the show," she said, smiling and gesturing at me with her
hand. "It's part of my help. Don't worry."
June looked back at me, rubbing and touching the now soft flesh of my
face. We realized, at about the same time, that she was looking me in the
eye without looking up, something she had to even while sitting in my lap
given our height difference. In a few moments, she was starting to look
down at me.
Looking down at my chest June got an odd look on her face. As I looked
down she started to slide my shirt off up over my head. I brought my arms
up to make her job easier and gasped as the fabric slid across my nipples.
I gasped again as she shirt was pulled up and I felt two weights bounce
and fall into place on my chest. June and I both looked down at the two
round lumps on my chest, topped with pert hard nipples twice the size they
should have been.
June gasped and covered her mouth, trying to hide the grin I could see in
her eyes. As she reached down for my chest I brought my hands up to cover
it and twisted away, not wanting to feel the strong sensations again. This
merely made her giggle. My flesh, beneath my hands, felt soft and
hairless, and I could have sworn I felt them growing.
"Look at you," June said, doing just that. "This is amazing! You're...
Changing!" June slid off of my lap entirely, kneeling on the bed before
me, watching with a look of wonder on her face. "Your shoulders are... Oh,
look at your waist! And your... Your breasts!"
There was no denying it, looking down at my swelling chest framed by the
long dark hair that was spilling off of my shoulders, I had breasts. They
weren't small, either.
"Are you alright?" June asked me, tempering her excitement with concern. I
was a little concerned by her excitement, but I answered her.
"Yeah," I said, in an all too high, all too feminine voice, making me
wince, and making her eyes go even wider. As if it were possible.
"Oh," she gasped, looking me over again, "You're beautiful!"
I could feel my ears burning, but I could tell that my blush didn't stop
there. It only fanned the fire.
"Mark," she said, distracting me from my embarrassment. "Take your boxers
off?" She asked me, but I could tell from the way she asked that I'd crush
her if I refused; though I was terrified of what I might find when I did.
I got up to my knees, shakily, unused to my center of gravity shifting and
the pendulous weight on my swollen chest. Looking down past my breasts I
could see that my boxers, which originally were tight only around the
elastic waistband, were pulled taught around my expanded hips and ass. The
lack of a bulge in front was telling, even though I wasn't in the mood to
play. As I peeled them down off my undeniably feminine bottom June gaped
as they got to my thighs. I knew what it meant.
Taking a hand off my underwear I slowly, without looking, slid it along my
smooth flesh to feel my pubic region. Where my penis should have been I
found only a softly furred mound, and below that my fingers came in
contact with soft sensitive folds of flesh. June was staring when I opened
my eyes, and I couldn't resist a look. There, down between my breasts,
between my legs where my cock had been only minutes before, was a
perfectly formed female vagina.
I sat down on the bed, my breasts bouncing as I did, numbly sliding my
boxers the rest of the way down and off my legs, inadvertently feeling how
smooth and shapely they were. June crawled to my side, holding me tightly
to her. She could see that I was trembling.
"Honey... Honey, it's okay," she said comfortingly. "Don't worry. I still
love you." I looked up at her as she said that, surprised that I felt a
bit better just hearing her comforting me. "I'll always love you," she
told me, before bringing her head down to kiss me deeply.
Feeling her lips on mine as a woman felt strange, almost erotic. It was
equally strange to be kissed by her, as I was usually the aggressor. What
surprised me most was how good it made me feel, and how much I liked it.
While kissing me she brought her hand tentatively to my breast, letting
her fingers slide along my flesh, making me shiver. When she closed her
hand around it and gently squeezed I realized why women enjoyed foreplay
so much. When she slid a fingernail quickly across my nipple I gasped, and
moaned into our kiss.
June's other left went to my other breast, and she squeezed and kneaded my
flesh as she kissed me. Her touch was gentler than I usually was with her,
and I wondered how she could never have complained I was hurting her,
given how sensitive these things were.
Each time her fingers stroked across my nipples I heard more than felt
myself moan, sounding so delicate and feminine. I began to feel a warm
sensation between my legs, familiar and alien at the same time. I noticed
that I had been spreading them without realizing it.
June pulled back from our kiss, leaving me breathless as she gently laid
me back on the bed. She laid down beside me, rubbing my tummy and smiling
at me. I realized what she was doing only a moment before she placed her
lips around my nipple, and I gasped at the sensation. Gently sucking and
licking at my nipple, June used her other hand to massage my abandoned
breast, squeezing and occasionally running a finger in quick circles
around my areola. When June had made noises like I was making, I knew she
that she'd be ready soon.
Behind June, the redheaded girl watched approvingly, a look of joy and
pride on her face. It was strange to watch her watch us, but easy to
ignore her when June's hand left my breast and found it's way down between
my legs. I gasped and clamped my legs shut, but her hand was already in
position to stroke her long fingernails gently against my labia. As she
stroked my legs parted again, as though they had a mind of their own and
refused to listen to me.
I was nearly hyperventilating when she slid a finger in between my outer
labia, rubbing my fluids against my skin. As she slowly pushed her way
inside of me she moved up to kiss me, ending the exquisite torture that
was suckling at my breast. My breathing started to calm down as she
kissed, slowly probing her finger into my vagina.
"Now you know why I can only take so much on my nipples," she whispered in
my ear. I nodded to her. "You going to do it like that again?" she asked.
I shook my head, making her smile and kiss me again.
Free of the mind numbing sensations from my nipples I was left to
concentrate on her lips, and the finger pressing inside of me. It felt so
strange, wonderful and sensitive, but it felt like it was missing
something. It wasn't as good as it could feel, June and I both knew it. As
she pulled away from our kiss, she slowly slid her finger out, leaving me
stunned by the empty contrast of no longer being penetrated.
"I wanna try something," June admitted, blushing as she grinned at me.
That thought was a little worrisome, but I trusted her and I knew she
wouldn't hurt me. She rose to her hands and knees, crawling over me to
rest with her backside in the air and her head between my legs. My eyes
went wide when I realized what she was going to do- she'd always been so
hesitant to give oral sex when I'd had my cock, and her bringing her mouth
down to lick my already wet labia blew my mind.
Feeling her lips stroking against the soft folds of flesh between my legs
and her tongue parting them to penetrate me was incredible. Sliding her
tongue in and out, against my inner lips and past them, I moaned and
pushed my hips up into her face. When she brought her tongue up, just
outside of my vagina, though, I nearly screamed. Using quick darting
motions with the underside of her tongue June stimulated my clitoris,
making the rocking of my hips twice as forceful.
Over June's shoulder I could see the redheaded girl crawling behind my
wife. She had one hand closed in a fist down between her legs, and it
wasn't until she was behind June pushing in that it occurred to me what it
was. Somehow the girl had grown a penis, and she was fucking my wife! As
June moaned and licked me, though, I found it hard to mind. I merely
closed my eyes, thrusting my hips against June, and moaning in pleasure.
As the sensations grew and became more intense, my breathing became
harder. I could feel the warmth spread from my vagina to my nipples, and
throughout my body. June was moaning as she licked me, and I could feel
the redhead's thrusts through June's body. It was almost like she was
fucking me.
My moans reached a precipice, high pitched and urgent, as June licked me
lovingly. I could feel that I was close, and I found my hands on my
breasts, kneading and pinching my nipples. Breathing in sharp gasps, my
moans only heightening my arousal, I thrust my hips into my wife's face as
she licked up to my clitoris. I came.
In a rush I crossed the threshold, letting out one long moan as my hips
spasmed and my back arched. I squeezed my breasts hard, savoring the
exotic sensations that lasted far longer than I expected them to. June's
licking had become haphazard, and her own moaning squeal and loss of
rhythm told me that she had come as well.
She collapsed forward onto me, putting her arms around my waist and
holding me, both our pelvises shuddering. I wrapped my legs around her
tightly, holding her as we panted together. I stroked her hair, groaning
softly as I recovered from the longest orgasm of my life. I knew that was
what June experienced, when I did it right.
Slowly getting up, June crawled the rest of the way forward, putting her
arms around me and kissing me, our breasts pressed together tightly. I was
surprised that I didn't have the usual sensation of being spent after an
orgasm, and if anything I felt ready for more. The way she was kissing me
and rubbing my breasts told me that June felt the same.
"That was incredible," I told her after finishing our kiss, my voice soft
and breathy, the sound of it turning me on even more.
"Yeah," she agreed, looking at me lovingly. She really did think I was
beautiful, I could see it in her eyes, and it felt so strange. Not bad,
but strange. We rubbed and kissed each other, forgetting about our
problems or the intruder for a moment, until I felt something digging
uncomfortably into my hip. June must have felt it too, because she got up
on her knees to see what it was. I realized something was wrong when she
freezed.
Looking down, first at my hip, and then at hers, I saw the source of her
distress. There was a rock hard throbbing cock sticking out of where
June's vagina should have been, complete with scrotum and two large
hanging balls. We both stared at it for a long moment as June sat up on
her knees, her erection standing at attention, pulsing visibly with June's
racing heartbeat. She brought her hands down, tentatively, to touch it.
"Oh, god," she cursed, feeling her penis in her hands for the first time.
What started as a quick touch with fingertips quickly became a full handed
grip, though. She slid her hand up and down the shaft, staring at it,
mesmerized. I tore my eyes away from it, looking around the room, at
anything but that. As I scanned the area, I noticed that the redhead was
missing.
"June!" I cried, snapping her out of her reverie. "She's gone!"
"Gone?" she asked, disbelieving, turning to look for herself. The room was
just as we'd left it. The door was closed. The windows were shut. She'd
disappeared while we had our minds elsewhere. As the reality of the
bizarre situation slowly began to sink in, I realized that without her, we
had no way of returning to normal.
"What are we going to do?" I asked June. She looked at me quizzically.
"What do you mean?"
"She's gone, and we're..." I couldn't finish the sentence, I was too
shocked. I wasn't upset, though I don't know why, and I wasn't afraid, so
that left confusion and hopelessness. I was a woman, June had a cock,
nothing was normal now! June sensed my distress and laid down to hold me.
"It's okay, honey. Really. I love you, no matter what. We'll make things
okay, you'll see." Her words were comforting, and I found myself getting
more relaxed in her arms. I wasn't sure how we'd work things out, but I
knew that she wouldn't abandon me. I hoped this wasn't how she intended to
save our marriage.
"I love you too," I told June, sitting up to hold her in my arms- the way
she put her arms around me, though, made it feel like she was holding me.
"What are we going to do?" I asked her. She looked down at the erection I
could feel throbbing against my leg and back up to me, grinning lustfully.
"I have a few ideas."
We fucked each other for hours, switching positions and aggressors
frequently. June penetrated me, and it felt wonderful. She even convinced
me to go down on her, which wasn't as bad as I had expected. I had never
realized how fulfilling sex could be for a woman, and June showed me what
she had been missing out on. I learned what I had been doing wrong for
years, and it seemed so strange I could have gotten it wrong now. It was
the most intimate night I have ever spent with her. We fell asleep in each
other's arms, with her inside of me. When we woke up, we were back to our
old bodies again.
We were both glad to be back to normal, but we couldn't settle back into
our old routine. Things felt different, for both of us, and different in a
good way. When she talked about how she felt, I had an easier time seeing
things from her perspective, and she found it easier to explain things in
ways I could understand. In fact, there were times when we didn't need to
say anything at all. We felt much more connected, more close, more in
love. Our sex life is amazing too!
Now, we're adding an addition to our home. We'll need it when our first
son arrives. It's funny, I never thought I'd have children, but spending a
night as a woman can do some funny things to your head. There are times
when I look at June's belly and get a little jealous. I'm looking forward
to being a father.
That redheaded girl? Haven't seen her since that night. Hell, I'm not even
sure she even existed, or if we were just hallucinating. June swears she
saw a familiar looking girl with fiery red hair walking around the
Templeton State University campus just the other day, though.
It's probably just a coincidence. I mean, things like this don't happen in
real life; do they?
Jerri
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