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The handcuffs were beginning to chafe against my wrists, which I figured was because of the now much softer and weaker skin. Every time I shifted My body moved in strange and unusual ways. It was weird to have these two jiggling lumps of flesh attached to my chest and I didn't enjoy the feeling of them sagging from gravity. A soreness throughout my body reminded me of my new current age. I could see slight stretch marks scattered here and there on my unfamiliar flesh. These sensations certified the fact that I had not only taken on the body of a female, but a much older one as well. I didn't know what to think of her suggestion, if you could call it that. She was practically forcing me to live her life so that she could have some kind of vacation from herself. But on the other hand, if I didn't play the game by her rules I would be forced to continue living this life. 'I don't think I can live like this,' I thought as I looked over my current body. I was currently fully clad in female lingerie. Everything matched, the thigh high leggings, thong, and even corset. There were a ton of issues, one of which I currently had though was with the corset which didn't encase my new breasts at all and was actually starting to make me sore as it rubbed underneath the twin monsters. There was nothing I could do about it either with my hands suspended over my head. Another thing was the butt floss of the undergarment cradling my crotch. This was just the moment when she walked in wearing my body. There was a deep anger that has constantly radiated from within me ever since the first piece she stole. The one that was bobbing enthusiastically between her legs. There was a deep jealousy deep within me. It was a weird thing to have penis envy for your own penis. "So have you made your decision? Not, that there's much of one. So anyway, are you going to comply?" She asked with a smug expression on my old face. I stayed silent and contemplated. 'If I don't agree, I may never be able to get my body back. She's right, no one would believe me if I tried to prove it. If I go along with this, then at least there's a chance,' I thought, struggling internally. "We don't have all day lady. Are we going to do this willingly or will I just forcefully take your life for myself." I watched a slight twitch of my old face as I assumed she tried to suppress a smile. 'She's so excited to have my body that I doubt she just wants a vacation. I bet she plans on keeping it. I'm going to have to do everything I can to get it back on my own,' I thought as I made my decision. "Yes, alright? I'll live your life for the next week. But you had better be telling me the truth. That's my life and I'm going to be getting it back, one way or another," I said meeting her full gaze. She just smiled in return. "That's my girl, now then should we finish this thing? I think we should end this off with a bang. I always wondered what a blowjob would feel like without being the one giving them." she said still smiling as the color began draining from my borrowed face. "No, no blowjob. I can't do that. I cant suck on a dick... even if it was my own. I'm not gay," I said exasperated. "Of course your not gay. It's only natural. You are a woman and I am a man. There's nothing wrong with you sucking my dick," she said with a sadistic glint in her eye. I couldn't even respond to her comment. And I was stunned speechless and lost in a daze as I could only watch as she grabbed the ring gag. I barely registered as she came onto the bed and grabbed onto my jaw. She gently lowered it and inserted the ring slowly into my mouth horizontally. "Don't bite me now. I would hate for you to damage your own fingers and potentially seal you new fate," she said quietly in my eye, causing me to shiver. I almost clenched my teeth down in reflex. I didn't fight as she inserted the ring full into my mouth and stood it up with what was my thumb and forefinger. I felt a single tear stroll down the side of my face as I felt her fasten the straps tightly over the back of my head. She came around to face me, jostling the bed and causing my tits to jiggle. She saw the tear and vacant stare and wiped it away. I doubt she even considered my current state. My mouth was forced open and the ring gag prevented me from closing my jaw. It wasn't too big to be terribly uncomfortable but due to the restraints behind my head I couldn't adjust it at all, let alone get it out of my mouth. "Don't worry, I'm sure this will be quick," she said as she started stroking her already hard member. She kept stroking herself for a few minutes and even closed her eyes at one point. It was terribly uncomfortable and I began to feel bad for all of my past female partners. Without warning, she suddenly raised herself from her knees and came up to present herself to me. Suddenly I was face to face with my own penis and it wasn't pretty. The pubes were curly and unkempt and a large veiny member stuck out from the mess proudly. It was like a slow motion horror scene as the thing came forward in the direction of my mouth and there was nowhere for me to go. I tried to siddle backwards and away, but I reached the end of my restraints after just an inch or two. Before I knew it, the thick dick was gliding through the steel of the ring and between my lips. I could feel each inch as it slid over my tounge, projecting itself towards the back of my throat. Quickly, my nose was buried in my own pubes and I involuntarily took in the scent. There was a heady pussy smell that mixed with the scent of cum, a slight putrid almost pee like smell. It was definitely unpleasant. Further unpleasant, was the feeling of my own balls slapping against my chin as the invader slid uncomfortably down my throat causing me to choke. She pulled out quickly. "Don't worry, I never had much of a gag reflex," she said as she impolitely continued to face fuck me, slowly inserting and withdrawing my cock from my new mouth. She picked up the pace and her head lulled back as I hoped this wouldn't last too long. The entirety of this experience would be best quickly forgotten. My tongue continued to brush the member and it seemed that no matter what I did with it, it would wrap the cock. After a few moments of this, I got the timing down for my own breathing and it wasn't terribly uncomfortable. If I closed my eyes, I could almost get away from it and imagine it was happening to someone else entirely. After a few minutes I felt the penis throb in my mouth. She grabbed the back of my head and forced it forward until it was securely lodged in the back of my throat and I was forced to gulp back the incoming splooge. I thought I was going to die of asphyxiation, when, at the point I couldn't take it anymore, he withdrew from my mouth. 'God, I'm glad he's done,' I thought. Something felt wrong about the thought going through my head. After a moment I realized what it was. That was the first time I thought of him as a he. I looked up and was still face to face with cock. The only issue was that it didn't look so disgusting anymore. In fact, My pussy clenched at the sight of the twitching slab of meat. "There we go, that's much better," she said with her head back, eyes closed and basking in her own post-coital tristesse. I was struggling with the new conflicting emotions as I was having a hard time diverting my gaze from the penis in front of me. Each gaze was married with a quiver deep in my pussy. He finally came forward to meet my sight and caught me staring at his penis. "Seems like someone's already feeling the changes. You know, I didn't appreciate it as much as before, but I had one sexy body. You know, for an old lady," He said with a smirk at the tail end. All I could do was make inaudible sounds in response. My tongue flailing without the lips to make my speech coherent. "Lets get that thing out of there, shall we," he said as he began doing just that. After a few moments my mouth was free and my own again, without a solid piece of metal forcing it open. I exercized it a couple of times, stretching it out, opening and closing it. He knelt back down, "Was that really necessary?" I finally asked, but for some reason the facial gestures and even words didn't sound right. It seemed as if my words as well as inflections had a more feminine connotation. "Is that a part of it? The way I'm talking doesn't seem right anymore... It even feels like my face is moving differently. "Yeah, that's part of it. Another part is the way you can't pull your eyes from my dick," he said as I raised my eyes to meet his. I hadn't even realized I was doing that and was horribly embarrassed. 'Damn, I guess he was right about that whole sexuality thing... Wait, why do I keep thinking of her as him?' There was a sickening feeling accompanying the realization that I had felt like a woman and was even starting to consider myself one. 'That last part of the spell may have been worse than the physical changes if now its even effecting my thoughts.' "Why don't you tell me your husbands name?" he said smiling knowingly at me. I don't know why but the name Roger popped into my head. "The way you turn your head and lose eye contact means you either know something or are lying. That's a habit I used to have, glad to see some gestures and habits seems to carry over, I wasn't quite expecting that. How about your anniversary?" The date June 6th popped into my head. I felt my face burning as it most likely started to turn red. "Your birthdate?" he said still staring at me. "December 23rd," I responded, but for some reason it didn't sound right coming out of my mouth. "Yup, that's your birthdate, Susan's birthdate," she said as her smile grew wider. I realized she was right, I had shouted out a date to feel as if I was still holding onto a piece of myself. Thinking about it for a moment I realized my real birthday was at the end of February. It seemed memories associated with jack were still there but seemed secondary, if that makes any sense. Again, I felt tears start to form and before I knew it, I was balling like a little girl. In the midst, he came forward and began holding me as he wrapped his arms around me. It was unusually comforting, and I welcomed his bare shoulder and neck to cry into. I took in his smell between breaths and lamented my loss of the manly scent. A bit of time passed before I was able to wrestle my emotions. I almost recoiled when I realized I was still being held by a man, but instead just sniffled and raised my head. He took the gesture in stride and let go. "Lets get you cleaned up and into something else," he said. I was actually surprised at his kindness until I watched him walk out of the room. 'Well that figures, stole my body and still doesn't trust me, what a douchebag... Ugh, I mean bitch, she's such a bitch,' I thought still at war with my own mind. I wiggled my toes, still clad in the leggings and realized that for once the clothes didn't actually feel that bad compared to earlier. I almost wondered what I was so bothered with before I rebounded at the thought. 'Damn, I have to figure this out. This is starting to actually feel like my own body.' The thought was true, this body didn't feel as alien to me as it did before he forced me to give him a blowjob. A couple minutes past and then he came back in. He was wearing clothes, actually he was wearing my spare set that I had brought for this very weekend. "Where did you get those?" I asked aghast. Not only had he violated my body, but also what were my personal possessions. "Oh this? I found the bag you brought with you for the weekend when I checked on your car earlier, it's no big deal. I mean, these clothes were meant for this body right?" he said casually. It was at this point that I realized he was carrying a bucket full of water and there was a slight steam rising from it. I just watched quietly as he brought the bucket over and set it near the bed. "Why don't we get you undressed?" he said brimming, my pussy clenched at the sight and his words. Begrudgingly, I remained silent as he removed my clothes. He started with the legs, unstrapping them and disrobing them one by one, there wasn't much I could do considering the new difference in strength between us. Next came the corset, which I was glad to be free of, the skin under my breasts was becoming sensitive. Finally came the thong which was easy enough with the two straps. I was embarrassed by how wet the whole scenario had made me as I watched this hot young man strip me. Again I revolted against the thoughts. Once I was fully naked, not considering the restraints, he reached into the bucket and pulled out a soaking rag. He rung the cloth out and began wiping me down. The scent wafting from the water and rag was pleasant and I felt myself begin to slightly relax. He wiped me down head to toe and I turned red when he made a comment about how horny I was. It was obvious by how wet my pussy had become and even my nipples were hard and pointing straight out. They felt like two little erections on my chest. I remained silent through the whole thing, even though I was fidgeting by the end. The emptiness in my crotch was wholly apparent as I was filled with the want to have it filled. The muscles within me were clenching and spasming constantly. I was relieved when it was over and he left the room to empty and rinse the bucket. I had to admit though that I felt much better. I suppose what they say is true about a clean body being the first step to a clean mind. The only issue was my nipples were still hard, only this time from the cool air brushing against my damp body. "Give me a minute while I choose an outfit for you. I want your husband to really enjoy himself..." I was barely able to process the sentence before she disappeared through the room and into a closet. 'An outfit for my husband?!' I thought in a panic even as my pussy clenched at the thought. I was left for an uncomfortable amount of time with only my thoughts before she came back in with a smaller bundle of items than I was expecting. The only thing that caused me to narrow my eyes, was another corset sitting on top of everything. Everything seemed to have a matching theme. Sexy. From what I could tell at first glance they were all the same colors, black with red trim and elaborate detailing. "I bought this for just this occasion. What took me so long, was deciding if I wanted to see you in this, or in something else that I have worn in the past. My male fetishes finally settled on this though and I'm sure your husband would agree," He said casually as he placed the lump of cloth onto the bed. I didn't know what to say in response. This whole ordeal had left me mentally drained. With a sigh, I resigned myself to my fate. He was incredibly gentle, rolling the stockings over my petite feet, before individually unstrapping and rolling out each leg and then re- strapping. The feel of the material gliding over the hairless legs and the gentle touch of his hands rubbing them had me shivering. Once the stockings were on, he began working the thong. Again, he unstrapped one leg and slid the small piece of fabric over it and then re-strapped it. Then, he unstrapped the other and moved it close to get the garment over the other leg and began working it up the length of both of them, keeping hold of the one loose leg the entire time and awkwardly working the intimate garment up with the other. Soon enough both legs were restrained and I was at least covered from the waist down. I wasn't sure why but with the clothing, I was beginning to feel much less self-conscious. I summed it up to the altered mental states influence. "Luckily this doesn't have to be adjusted, since I adjusted it after I bought it and brought it home," he said matter-of-factly referring to the corset. The piece attached rather quickly, hooking in the front. With his newfound strength, he got me cinched in the piece until it defined my new womanly hour-glass figure. He adjusted the lumps of fat on my chest in the bustier and suddenly the sag of them was gone as the unit lifted and pushed my chest together, giving me ample cleavage. Considering how snug the chest piece was, it wasn't uncomfortable. "There we go, now that is sexy. Your husband is one lucky man," he said stepping back to admire his own handywork. I couldn't help but slightly blush at the compliment. I shook my head to come back to reality when I realized that I shouldn't be happy about how I look in a body that wasn't even my own. "It's getting late already," he said and I followed his gaze out the window and sure enough it was getting dark. "I better get my things, I have a bit of a drive. Before I go, let me get you comfortable," he said and then came up to the bed. "Wait, your leaving? Now? With me like this?" I said referring to the restraints still holding me still. "Well not like that, I just said I was going to get you comfortable," He said assuredly before retrieving the velcro wrist restraints from the dresser. "You can't leave me like this!" I said, hating myself for sounding like a whining girl. "Well, I don't want to be here when your husband gets home... And in fact, neither do you," he said climbing onto the bed and working on changing out the restraints, changing out the cuffs for the more comfortable ones. "Remember that you agreed to live my life for the next five days. Let me remind you of a few things. First off, no contact until at least the five days have passed, longer would be better but I would accept the five days." "Second, you are to be Susan during that time and that means doing everything Susan would do. I have updated the calendar in your cute pink phone with all of the things you will need to do for up to the next two weeks. I also expect you to keep your husband happy, in all aspects, intents and purposes you are his lovely happy wife and you had better act like it. Susan is the bubblyand happy sort and she's absolutely voracious in the bedroom." "Finally, If you want your body back, I want you to offer yourself to me, in the biblical sense... at the end of our little vacation. I want us to have sexual relations in the roles intended of our current bodies, and I want it to be willing. I will not force myself on you again and I want us to truly enjoy our final soiree," he said with a certain smolder face to face with me. I was caught off guard by the attractiveness of his assertiveness. My vagina clenched and I could feel it lubricating in response. My mouth was just slacked in my dumbfounded state. "Now do you understand?" he said as he continued the motions of laying me down and strapping my wrists to the bed posts. I could only turn my head and after a moment I silently nodded toward the wall. "Good, now I'm leaving you tied up as a sort of gift to your husband, he is a good man and has treated me well. I feel like I owe him a sort of apologetic going away gift, you are just going to be the one to deliver it on my behalf," he said. Then he left the room quickly and I heard him rummaging through things in the conjoined office area. I thought I could hear scratches of some kind and minutes passed with the almost silence driving me crazy as I wondered what he was doing. After a long wait, he came back in with a sealed envelope. It was red and from my brief glance I could see it was sealed with a wax stamp. 'How old school,' I thought idly. "In case your wondering, this is... just a letter to my husband. It took me a bit because I had to rewrite it a few times to get over the chicken scratch that doesn't match with his wife's flowing script. Needless to say, I'm regretful I won't get to see his face when he reads it. Maybe you can tell me about it when we meet up," he said, placing the letter gently on the rail of the foot board, he had a somewhat somber look about him. After a moment of reflection, he then came around and picked up the quilt from the floor, from where he had discarded it earlier this morning. He then threw it over the bed with me under it before he began to gently straighten it up. There was an unusually quiet moment as he just seemed to go through the motions. Soon enough, I was completely covered and he stood above me just hovering. Finally after a few moments he took on a determined look and met my eyes. "I don't plan on gagging you, that could be dangerous and I wouldn't want your accidental death on my hands. You will however remain bound. Like I said this a present of sorts for your husband. There's even a bit of a surprise for you throughout the week. Remember that you are now Susan and you will bear her responsibilities and will be living her life. You know the consequences if you don't. I'll leave your phone on the dresser and you can unlock it with your fingerprint, the passcode is 1234 if you get locked out or want to change the password. Remember to check the calendar and follow it. Again, you know the consequences. Now, I had best be out of here," he said before slowly turning around and heading for the door. "Wait! What if I can't do this?" I squeaked out in desperation as he about reached the door. "I hope you try... You know the consequences..." He gave me a toothy grin as he shut off the light and left the room. He left some kind of light on in the study, but I could hear shuffling moving through the house and after a minute I heard the front door open and close. I was gripped with a sudden fear as I heard the familiar roar of my own vehicle start-up and then subsequently drive off. ????????? 'I'm doing it! A new life!' I laughed aloud in excitement at the thought as I drove off. It was a shitty car, but it was my shitty car and I was headed to a new home. It was weird to think that I was young again. Young enough to still be living with and off of my parents. The thought parents brought Jack's parents to the forefront of my mind. A pushover of a woman with a smoking body and a man about my husbands age, fairly fit and nice enough, but strict. I laughed at the thought that the new Susan would now be sleeping with a similar man to her own father and how he was now only a couple years younger than his own mother. I entertained the thought of the two women becoming friends and going through menopause together. The thoughts made me giddy, especially if the new Susan lost all of her own memories from the spells completion and didn't even know it. I began to wonder if I could somehow arrange it. All of the new possibilities of my new life flashed through my head during the drive. I tried to keep my thoughts away from the possibility that Susan may figure out my plans and hold out for those ten days. Just considering those possibilities brought an end to my excitement and I would have to quickly change my train of thoughts. Quick enough, two-hours had passed and on instinct I pulled up to a dull house, one not quite as nice as what was once my own but decent enough to raise a family in. Again, it was weird that I was now a part of a new family. I put the vehicle in park and pulled out my new wallet. Sure enough, the two addresses matched. Overlooking the drivers license I took in my new name and details. Jack Dohner, 22 years old, 5 Foot 11 inches, male, organ donor. I laughed at the irony of the name and the little heart signifying Jack's one possible merit to society. Considering my new height, I was elated to have grown eight inches, I had hardly noticed it. "Dohner, what an absurd coincidence. Well thank you, Jack for being a donor of your handsome young body!" I began laughing hysterically and only stopped when I realized a young woman walking her dog was giving me a weird look from across the street. I waved. When the lady continued with her walk I continued looking through the wallet. Again I came across the cash. $478 in mixed bills. A foggy memory came to mind of Jack's mother giving it to him for a suit in the pursuit of a job and potentially continuing his education. My face went dark at the thoughts he had spewed to his own mother when in reality he was just looking for spending cash on his way to fuck me. My dark face took on a dark smile as I recalled the humiliation the previous jack had been succumbed to during his transformation into Susan. "Alright, I suppose I had best get in there and see how much of this life I can salvage to make it my own," I said out loud in an attempt to prepare myself to face someone else's debts. ????????? I was awoken by the sound of a door opening and closing. Opening my eyes, for a moment I didn't know where I was when all of the memories of the weekend came back in a rush. I almost started hyperventilating at the thought of my immediate future. I could only wait in terror as I heard shuffling down stairs. There was a soft thump downstairs, quickly followed by the sound of foot steps on the stairs. I stretched in vein against the restraints as the foot steps continued closer. The footfalls were in the study and reached a halt. I could hear my heart pounding in my chest as the light from the other room went out as I assumed that my new husband turned out the lamp or whatever light had been kept on for his arrival. The sudden darkness brought the realization of the early hour. I still couldn't tell what time it was, but it was at least early enough that the sun had yet to rise. The foot steps drowned out the pounding of my heart as they moved from the next room in my direction. A tall shadow entered the room and stood amongst the darkness in the entryway. The figure just stood there for a long moment. "Are you awake honey?" the figure whispered in an effort to be respectful. "Yes, I'm awake," I quivered and then internally kicked myself. 'What am I doing? Couldn't I have just been quiet? He might have left, thinking I'm asleep... But then again, I would still be stuck if had left.' I struggled with myself internally. "Do you mind if I turn on the light?" the dark figure said gently. "...That's fine." I hesitated, knowing what he would see with the illumination of his surroundings. The lights came on straight away after a moment. I was blinded by the light and was forced to squint against the offending rays. He took just a moment to overlook the room and a brief disappointment crossed his face which caused a brief and sudden twinge in my chest. He recovered quickly however and his eyes were brought to the bright red envelope at the foot of the bed. "What's this?" he asked as he strolled forward and took the envelope in hand. "That's... for you?" I said still unsure what Jack had written in there... Susan... What Susan had written in there... He took on a slight smirk as he broke the seal, revealed the letter and poured over its contents. I was left in awkward silence as he brushed it over. "Wow honey... You haven't done anything like this in awhile..." he said as he finished with the missive. "Well, you know... I thought that you deserved it," I said uncertain if what I said even made sense or of he deserved whatever was in the letter. "So under those blankets is the start of my surprise, huh," he said again looking me over but this time with a predatory glance. I just gulped in response feeling like a sheep in the cross-hairs of a wolf. He came up to the side of the mattress and quickly inspected the restraints, noticing them for the first time. He then slowly began pulling back the quilt that was my only defense. After a short moment, he had me fully revealed, in all of my lingerie clad figure and glory. I was forced to endure the judging gaze of this man I had never met before... And I could tell he approved. "What a surprise..." he said with a hungry glint as he took all of me in. "...Ugh... If your too tired to... You know... Well, ugh, we don't have to... Ugh, you know," I said stumbling over my words as I quickly thought of some way to get out of this. "Why would I want to wait when you are so helpless before me. I have to admit that I was quite curious as to the surprise you had suggested just before I left, but now... I don't think I could have asked for a better reception," the man I knew to be Roger said. He then began getting ready. I could only watch in fear and anticipation as this man before me began his slow preparations. My eyes were glued to him as I watched in stunned horror as he stripped off his button up shirt and dress pants. My pussy clenched as I was drawn to the growing bulge hidden by his plaid boxers. Now in his boxers, he went to the other side of the bed and took a look at the toys that were strewn about. I watched him go through things. "Seems like someone has been a naughty girl, look at all of fun you've been having without me," he said as he picked up the pink vibrator with rabbit. I could only awkwardly laugh in response, not knowing what to say. 'Actually, I'm not your wife. She left me here in her place after stealing piece after piece of my body. You should actually be a bit disturbed that your going to fuck a young man..." I thought to my self, which was followed by another awkward laugh. It was at this point I was brought out of my thoughts as I felt Roger climb onto the bed. His eyes were staring into my own as he came closer and closer still. His face reached mine and he stole a deep kiss that took my breath away and left me panting. His lips left mine and went to the side of my neck as they feverishly continued down, to the front and between my prominent cleavage. I could feel the moisture from each kiss tingling in the brisk morning air. All of this had my nipples hard and pressed against the fabric of the corset. Before I was ready I felt kisses at the exposed skin between my panties and bustier. My hips tried to buck in response but there was nowhere for them to go due to the restraints. I quivered as I struggled this way and that against my bonds more as a response from the incoming pleasure than out of attempted escape. My eyes closed as I was forced to take in all of the new sensations, which it seemed was met with the immediate start-up of the vibrating toy. The Immediate response was to open my eyes, lean forward and meet the gaze of my new husband as he brought the excited toy to meet the front of my excited gash. The toy met me on top of the fabric of the sheer thong but it immediately found my clit which caused my head to roll back and my eyes to again close. I couldn't help but to allow a moan escape my mouth as my lower lips began to clench in response to the tremors of the toy. The rubber began to move up and down my slit at Roger's will. Each crest they met my clitoris caused an involuntary buck. I could feel the morning air through the sheer fabric covering me as I had drenched it in my own juices in mere minutes. I felt myself biting my lower lip as I rotated my hips with my limited mobility to further stimulate myself. My eyes opened wide as the toy moved to the side, brushed the offending garment out of its way and fully penetrated me in one smooth motion. My husband held it there momentarily, buried to the hilt. The sounds of the toy were slightly muffled as I was met with the sounds of my own squeals and moans. I couldn't even open my eyes and suddenly my whole body was shaking as I reached orgasm. I came to when I realized I was screaming. I was seeing spots and was forced to catch my breath with an initial sharp intake of breath. "Now that we are done with the appetizer, how about we move onto the first course," Roger said as he pulled the toy out of me and killed it. I could only watch him as I caught my breath. He put the toy down and took his time going over all of the toys. Roger grabbed the stretcher bar and I glimpsed a smile on his face from his profile. He turned toward me and gave me a beaming smile with the torture device in hand. "This is new, I have to admit, I kind of like the new toys. I never knew you were so into bondage. We are going to have to do this more often," he said as he went down to the footboard and began the motions of unstrapping me and hooking me up that had become familiar in my long weekend. I dared not fight him with my legs still jelly from my early morning orgasm. I realized that I had only been awake maybe fifteen minutes and already I have had one orgasm and was still in the process of getting fucked again. 'I've been fucked more in the last two days as a woman than in 2 weeks as a man,' I thought hazily as my legs were fully fastened in the spreader bar. I was left again to just watch as Roger came to the side of the bed and slowly took off his boxers. His eyes were glued to mine as mine were glued to the scene of his penis being slowly exposed and then bouncing once free from the loose garments. My cunt clenched at the sight, nevermind that I had just cum. I could feel my own juices leaking from me and slowly down into my ass crack. My eyes never left his exposed crotch as I watched it bobble in the motions of him climbing onto the bed and coming to straddle me. "This might be an awkward angle," he said bringing me out of my daze. He seemed a bit confused and quickly looked around. His eyes lit up in sudden recognition as he must have found what he was looking for. He suddenly grabbed a pillow from beside my head and then proceeded to wrap an arm around my waist. I didn't know what he was doing until he lifted and placed the pillow beneath me. He looked satisfied as my crotch was brought off of the bed by a few inches. I was left feeling as if my already padded ass had grown forcing my hips forward. I was brought out of my own thoughts as my legs were lifted high into the air and his meaty thumb met my vagina through the fabric, probably in an attempt to gauge my wetness. Again he seemed satisfied, a smile reached his lips and his eyes were staring at the junction where my legs came together. There was a sudden jolt which resulted in a quick pain. The sound of the thong tearing was left ringing in my ears. I was left fully exposed and the air of the room was amplified without the garment as a layer of minimal protection. The one thing that had kept my wet crevice separated from his hard man meat was gone instantly. My new husband wasted no time as he began coating his dick in my juices. It slid up and down over my pussy, separating the lips and brushing the clit. My toes were curled in the anticipation, my hands were clenched in fists and I was involuntarily humping the precious piece of meat that seemed to promise untold levels of pleasure. My legs were flexing but went nowhere since Roger had a stong grasp on the heavy wood holding them apart. Without warning Roger went from running himself up and down between my lower lips to burying himself within me. He then wasted no time as he pulled out until it was just the tip between my lips and then buried himself within me again. He was slow as he worked himself in and out, his meat stretching me and gliding inside my wet walls. 'He's much more experienced than that young man,' I thought as I thoroughly enjoyed the slow ministrations as this man, my husband, worked me like a fine tuned instrument. I didn't even bother analyzing my own thoughts as I was left moaning, eyes rolling in pleasure. He seemed to know exactly how to work my pussy as he changed rhythms and angles, each time bringing a squeak or moan to my lips. I didn't even realize that this was the second time I had been fucked like this. The one time I opened my eyes, my own met his and I could see the pleasure in his eyes as he worked me. It seemed that he took more pleasure in working me into a frenzy than his own satisfaction. He continued to work me for what seemed like hours. My throat was sore from my own screams, and I felt the sweat covering my body as the cool air tickled my whole body. At the end I was able to watch as this man rolled his own head back, closed his eyes and pushed into me as deep as he could. He held himself there as I felt him twitch inside of me. It sent me over the edge as well and I was again screaming and quivering. I was left panting when I felt him pull out his softening penis from my depths. The plop was met with his seed rolling out from between my juicy lips, over my ass and terminating at the sheets. There I was, a woman, one that had just been mounted by her husband and I could only revel in the pleasure that was the afterglow of continuous orgasms. "Unbelievable," I said out loud.