Writer: Unknown
Subject: HIS WIFE’S NEW PENIS 2
Synoposis: NSFW — He wished his wife had more libido, and his wish was granted
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His Wife’s New Penis 2
Nikki walks out of the bedroom wearing a green tank top, gray sweats, and a dark red headband over her forehead. She stomps into the kitchen, scrapes the lid off strawberry-flavored protein powder, scoops two spoonfuls into a blue plastic tumbler, pours skim milk, and shakes it.
Larry’s brow raises, and he bites down on his lower lip.
“You going to the gym again?”
Nikki holds her cellphone away from her body, flexes her muscles, poses for a selfie, and taps it.
Snap!
“Yeah, you have a problem with that?”
Larry stills, feels his body tense, and draws his eyebrows together.
“No, just seems like you’ve been lifting weights a lot recently.”
She has been having so much sex with him that she thought it made sense to start building up strength and endurance.
“Yeah, with nice results,” she says.
She is still the delicate and smooth woman he married, but Nikki could see a difference in lean mass in the mirror.
#
Larry lays on the bed in boxers.
In the doorway to the master bathroom, a silhouette appears of his naked wife holding her large dick in her right hand.
“Mmm, babe,” she purrs and strokes it.
Larry thinks before, his wife was embarrassed about having a penis, but recently, she’s been showing it off like a trophy.
“You’re not going to get dressed up?”
His wife yawns, jerks her cock, and shakes her head.
“I don’t need to get all dressed up, put on makeup, just to fuck.”
She passes through a beam of moonlight through the bedroom window before leaping like a cheetah onto the marital bed. She crawls up to her husband, quickly yanks down his boxers with her long white-tipped fingernails, smiles wickedly, drools, and licks her husband’s warm, throbbing penis.
“God, I’m so fucking horny.”
“Mmm, that feels good, babe,” Larry tells his wife.
Nikki grins knowingly, jiggles her chest, and tilts her head.
“Uh-huh,” she says, crawls on the bed, and repositions herself over her husband until her crotch hovers over his face while her own head hovers above her husband’s hard penis.
Larry’s neck hair bristles, his face sweats cold, and he bites down his lip.
“Umm…” he mutters.
His wife lowers her hips and rubs her sweaty balls and musky cock against her husband’s face.
“Come on, babe, open those big cheeks up!” she says teasingly.
“I don’t …”
“Suck cock?” she interrupts and rolls her eyes, “Babe, I’m your wife. I don’t know how or why I have this penis. But now that I do, it’s your responsibility to take care of it. You might not enjoy it, but you will get used to it.”
Larry opens his mouth to object, only for his wife to stuff her throbbing, warm cock inside.
“Mmm, yes, babe,” his wife purrs, “Use your tongue.”
She stretches out her cheek muscles before wrapping her mouth around Larry’s pole and slurping. Musk pervades the air, his wife’s wrinkly balls slap against his nostrils, and he tastes stale sweat that reminds him of gym socks.
Larry tastes it, and it is rubbery and stiff.
His wife bucks her hips, fucking her husband in the face with her fat cock, while stroking his shaft and sucking hungrily on his mushroom-shaped tip.
Larry gags as his wife pushes his cock deep inside of his mouth.
She doesn’t relent and causes her husband’s eyes to glass and tear. His wife gasps, moans, jiggles her fat tits, and slaps her balls against Larry’s face.
“Yes baby, deep throat that dick,” she instructs, “Oh gawd …”
Larry feels his wife’s cock begin to pulse and jerk inside his mouth. Quickly, he spits it out from his mouth.
“Aww, you’re no fun,” his wife pouts, turns to face him, and erupts a thick gooey load from her penis that smothers her husband’s chin, neck, and chest.
She yelps when her jerking hand causes her husband’s cock to spasm and eject over his hard abs. A wicked grin spreads over her face, her head lowers, and she slowly laps up her husband’s cum with her bumpy tongue.
Larry blinks. He can’t believe he just sucked off his wife. His face smells like her sweaty balls.
#
Larry is at his office on the cell phone.
“Babe, I need you to come to the gym,” his wife says, “It’s an emergency.”
His pulse quickens and his body feels tense.
#
Larry enters the gym and calls his wife.
“Meet me in the back. The all-genders bathroom.”
Larry searches for and finds the all-gender room in the back hallway past the men’s and women’s lockers.
“It’s locked,” he says.
A mechanical clicking sounds, and the door creaks open. Larry enters the small all-gender room. There is a single toilet, sink, and standing shower stall. His wife slams the door shut, locks it, stares at her husband, licks her lips, and adopts a wicked grin.
“What’s the emergency?” Larry asks.
He smells sweat and the scent of his wife’s musky penis. He frowns.
“Were you … jerking off in here?”
She is covered in sweat, wearing a headband, sports bra, and sweatpants.
“Babe, lifting all those weights got me so amped and horny. There’s no way I could go into the office like this. I’m going to need another one from you. You’ll have to blow me again.”
Larry shakes his head, narrows his eyes, and flares his nostrils. How could she lie to him like that?
“This is your emergency!? I was worried about you!”
Nikki frowns and shakes her head.
“I’m sorry, babe, but you have no idea how horny I am right now!”
Larry knows and has been there. He thinks he ought to leave her high and dry like she used to do to him. Still, he knows he’s responsible for how she is now and how painful a dry spell can be.
“Ok, so like last time?”
“No, babe.”
“Hmm?”
“I want it standing up, please.”
“And me?”
His wife grins mischievously and gestures with her eyes toward the tiled floor.
“You’re really going to make me fall on my knees?”
“Please, babe, hurry.”
“You’re covered in sweat; shouldn’t you wash first?”
“No time; I can feel it in my sweatpants. If you don’t suck it, I feel like it’s going to explode. Hurry, babe!”
Larry looks down, sees the outline of his wife’s swollen cock pressed up against the gray polyester, swallows hard, and falls to his knees.
His wife smirks and puffs out her chest.
With trembling fingers, Larry peels down the material freeing a cloud of musky penis scent, followed by his wife’s fat prick. It’s dripping with sweat.
“Babe, why don’t you start with my balls?”
Larry closes his eyes, writhes his nose, sticks out his tongue, and runs it across his wife’s wrinkly sweat-drenched ballsack.
“Mmm, thank you, babe.”
The room’s hot and humid, and Larry can smell and feel his sweat as well.
After tonguing his wife’s balls, Larry grabs her shaft and stuffed the tip of her cock into his mouth, and sucks on it. He wonders how often he is going to have to suck his wife’s penis and balls moving forward.
Nikki widens her stance, smirks, and enjoys the view of her husband serving her throbbing penis.
“Yes, babe, use those muscles in your cheeks. It gives a great sensation to the staff.”
Larry slurps and slobbers on his wife’s sweaty johnson. He thinks she will probably expect it at least two to three times a week.
“Mmm,” his wife says before releasing a moan. “Now I understand why guys are always asking for this.
Larry feels his wife’s cock spasm inside his mouth. He spits it out and says, “Make sure you warn me when you’re about to cum. I don’t want a cock jizzing inside my mouth.”
“Babe, it’s not so bad. Once you try it, I know you’ll love it.”
Larry thinks she is lucky he is even doing this for her and shouldn’t push it.
“No, I won’t. Don’t do it.”
Larry sucks his wife’s dick and thinks it’s not so bad after he’s swallowed most of the sweat off of it. At least she kept it nicely trimmed. It’s about all she could do to feminize her fat veiny cock and wrinkly balls.
Larry feels his wife’s cock spasm and pulls back his head.
“Fuck, oh my god, oh my god!” his wife yells.
Her muscular arms tense up, grab the sides of her husband’s head, and stops her husband from pulling back. Her hips buck repeatedly, and she ejaculates a massive salty load into her husband’s mouth through several chunky, sticky jets.
“I tode ou no!” Larry mumbles through a mouth full of his wife’s sticky hot semen.
Larry crawls over to the toilet.
“Wait, stop!” Nikki says, “Don’t spit it out! It’s part of me, babe. I birthed those little babies in my ballsack. Please, I can’t have kids in my current condition. That’s about as close as I can get at this point!”
Larry hesitates, opens his mouth, and quickly shuts it when some of his wife’s jizz trickles out and down the side of his face.
“Please, swallow it for me, babe. I did for yours. Come on, I want to see you do it. I’d love for something from my balls to make it inside your stomach.”
Larry wonders if he created a monster. His ribs squeeze together, and his stomach knots.
Gulp!
#
The dark-skinned man, dressed elaborately as before, bursts into laughter.
“Your wife has a dick!?”
He sits next to Larry and sips absinthe at a dark bar facing shelves of backlit, brightly colored liquor bottles. A jazz band plays in the room next door. Larry wishes he wouldn’t be so loud saying something like that. It’s not like he’s the only one. There must be at least some other guys with penised wives.
“Yeah, ha-ha,” Larry affects flatly, “You can see how this is a big problem for me. Do you have any more of that magic weed? Something that I can use to reverse this?”
The top-hatted man shakes his head.
“Doesn’t work dat way,” he says, “One wish. Dat’s all you get.”
Larry sips whisky before clanking his glass against the bar’s dark wood surface.
“Come on, man, my wife has a fucking dick for crying out loud here,” he says.
He thinks this guy is fucking with him.
The man laughs again, reaches into his pants pocket, retrieves a baggie of marihuana, and sets it down on top of the bar.
“Won’t work,” he says, “Not for you. Don’t waste it trying. For her, though, if she wishes to return, it shall be.”
Larry snatches and pockets the marihuana.
“Thanks,” he says, standing from the bar and pouring the rest of his whiskey down his throat, where it burns and tastes like bitter smoke.
“Wait!” the man says.
Larry turns around.
“Good luck with your wife’s dick!” the man says before cackling into laughter.
#
“Come on, babe, this is the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard,” Nikki says.
She is sitting on the family room sofa, watching a football game and doing dumbbell curls.
“How is getting high going to change my penis back into a vagina?”
“Trust me, the guy who gave this to me is some voodoo sorcerer or something,” Larry assures, “It works.”
Nikki doesn’t even slightly entertain the thought it could work.
“Did the guy who told you this smell like marihuana?” she asks.
Larry blinks.
“Well, yeah,” he says.
Nikki shakes her head.
“He was just fucking with you,” she says.
She wonders if all the fucks she has been giving him have made his brain foggy.
“Can you just try it anyway?” Larry asks.
“And fuck up my gains?” she asks. “No way. Besides, what if I want to keep it?”
“Keep it?” Larry asks. “Don’t you think that’s weird?”
She thinks it’s plenty weird, but it’s also perhaps the best thing to happen to her. She’s never felt better, more confident, hornier, or driven.
“Do you think it’s weird when I let you put your cock in my ass and ride you every night?” she asks.
“Yes,” Larry says.
“But do you want me to stop?”
Larry hesitates.
“No, I don’t want you to stop.”
She thinks this is obvious.
Nikki shrugs and says, “Just because it’s weird doesn’t make it bad.”
She thinks he will need to get more comfortable around a penis. Soon, it will be such a normal part of his life that he won’t notice it.
#
It’s dark outside. Wearing a swimsuit, Larry sits next to his wife in a black and white striped one-piece in a bubbling jacuzzi. The jets rhythmically hum, and the water splashes and swirls. It smells slightly of chlorine.
Across from the pair sit Raymond and his date, Victoria. The backyard is sloped, with the jacuzzi at the bottom. Other people attending the party gather at the patio on the top of the slope or inside the house. It’s chilly outside, and the air is full of people conversing with one another.
“That’s when I …” Nikki begins.
Raymond leans across the bubbling water and pushes a strand of Nikki’s hair from her eye.
His wife stops speaking and laughs awkwardly before sipping wine from her glass.
“Sorry it was bothering me,” Raymond says and chuckles.
He is tall and muscular, with a shaved head and neatly trimmed beard, and holds a glass of scotch. Larry sips from his beer and pulls his wife in closer to him. Veronica, who is also drinking wine, giggles.
“Don’t worry about Raymond,” she says, “He’s a little bit handsy sometimes but harmless.”
“She’s never complained,” Raymond says, tickling Victoria and causing her to scream, splash, laugh, and spill her drink over the side of the jacuzzi.
“Shit,” Victoria says.
“Here, I can …” Nikki says.
“I got this,” interrupts Raymond.
He leans over, bumps against Nikki, widens his eyes, parts his lips, and hesitates. A smirk builds on his face as he stares down his wife’s top, reaches behind her, grabs the wine bottle, and floats back to where he was sitting. He pours Victoria a glass of wine before setting the bottle behind him.
Larry thinks Raymond needs to stay on his side of the tub, or else he’ll say something.
“Thanks, I’m going to go eat,” Victoria says. “I’m starving.”
With his date out of earshot, Raymond turns to Larry, still smirking.
“I never knew your wife was trans.”
“Excuse me?”
“When I bumped into her just now,” Raymond explains, “Her boner’s raging, man. She must have enjoyed the sight of my hands all over Victoria.”
His wife blushes, shakes her head, and looks away.
“It’s just a jet blowing on it, that is all,” she lies.
Larry’s neck hair bristles, and he fidgets in the water. He knew this hot tub thing was a bad idea. It doesn’t take much to turn his wife on now.
“Oh my god, that’s so hot,” Raymond says, looking at the churning water, “I can’t believe there’s a lady boner under there,” he trembles, stares at his wife’s chest, leans toward her, and smiles, “Can I … touch it? Underneath the water.”
“Of course, you can’t,” Larry interrupts, “Watch how you talk about her. She is my wife, remember?”
Larry wonders if Raymond’s drunk or something.
“I’ve always wanted to be with a woman like that,” Raymond says, continuing to stare at his wife, “It’s a fantasy of mine. But the non-ugly ones are few and far between. Man, your tits are so big and natural looking too. That’s crazy. I’d be all over those, smashing her so hard.”
Larry thinks he ought to smash his fist against Raymond’s face.
His wife’s eyes widen, and she moans.
“Hey, I said no touching!” Larry yells, “C’mon, we’re leaving!”
Larry takes his wife out of the jacuzzi. When he notices Raymond staring at the tent in the bottom of her swimsuit, he quickly covers it with a towel.
“What an asshole,” Larry says.
#
The party continues.
After exiting the upstairs bathroom, Larry looks down the railing and sees his wife below speaking to Raymond. The room is loud, and the pair keep leaning near each other to speak directly into each other’s open ears. Larry can’t hear what they’re saying but sees his wife giggle and rub Raymond’s bare chest with her long fingernailed hand.
His wife looks up, sees her husband, says something to Raymond, and he walks away from her.
Larry joins his wife downstairs.
“What were you talking about with that asshole?”
“Nothing, he was just flirting with me more.”
“What do you mean flirting? Like what?”
“Just bragging about how big he is and how experienced he is when it comes to anal.”
“Gross, you didn’t flirt back, did you?”
“Of course not.”
Larry doesn’t feel comfortable with Raymond around his wife.
“I think we should leave,” says Larry
“I agree.”
“Let’s go,” says Larry.
“Why don’t you pull the car up?” his wife suggests, “I left my gift bag somewhere, maybe when we were upstairs. I’ll go look for it.”
Larry hesitates, opens his mouth, closes it, and bites down on his lip.
“Ok, fine,” he says, “But steer clear of that asshole. He’s had too much to drink and might do something stupid.”
#
The party continues. The door creaks open, and Nikki clacks her heels against the floor. She enters an upstairs bedroom and looks around. She wears denim shorts over a black and white striped one-piece bathing suit. Raymond shuts the door and hatches the lock closed.
“Your plan worked,” Nikki says, “We have to hurry, though. I don’t want him to get suspicious.”
“Sweetheart, I’m the sort of experience you want to savor, not rush through,” Raymond brags.
Nikki feels bad cheating on her husband, but her cock is so hard, Raymond is so hot, and she doesn’t want to wait until she gets home to get her asshole filled. She wants to get pounded and have her dick stroked right now. She figures that after Raymond rails her, she can return home and get a second serving from her husband. Besides, Raymond promised not to tell anyone.
Her trembling hands yank down Raymond’s swim trunks, causing his hard cock to come bouncing out. Her eyes widen, and her lips part. She’s glad he wasn’t exaggerating. Her mouth waters as she strokes his long shaft with her moist palms, wedding ring, and long white-tipped fingernails.
“Do you like it?” Raymond asks.
Nikki smiles, nods, and says, “It’s nice.”
“Bigger than your husbands?”
Nikki blushes and giggles.
“Why don’t you get naked? I’m eager to see what you’re packing underneath that swimsuit.”
She does as he asks, strips her shorts and swimsuit, and shows him her jiggly breasts, large veiny cock, and wrinkly balls.
“I want to watch them shake.”
She giggles and jiggles her tits for him and shakes her wifely penis.
“It’s not as big as mine, but it’s a nice cock,” Raymond compliments.
“You can touch it.”
Raymond strokes Larry’s wife’s hard penis.
“It feels nice,” Raymond says, “Rock hard.”
“Likewise,” says Nikki.
“You want to suck on mine, some?” Raymond asks.
She does.
Nikki kneels, grabs his shaft, lifts it, and drags her tongue up his balls, shaft, and head of his large cock.
“Mmm, that feels great, sweetheart,” Raymond says.
Nikki giggles, plops the cock inside her mouth, gives it a firm suck, slurps on the head, and goes down the shaft slobbering all over it.
The room is full of wafting musk, sucking noise, and slurping.
“I want to fuck those tits of yours,” Raymond says.
“Of course,” Nikki agrees, cups her large breasts, and makes a pocket for him.
Raymond grabs her shoulders and thrusts into the pocket, fucking her tits, ramming his sweaty cock against her soft body, and grunting.
“I can’t believe it. These tits are ten out of ten. I don’t know how a trans managed to get them.”
The fact he thinks she is trans amuses her.
“I’m glad you like them.”
#
Larry cups his ear to the wall and hears his wife moaning, gasping, and whelping. He also hears masculine grunting, squeaking, pumping, and squishing. He backs up, and Roundhouse kicks the door, causing the hinge to rip off the wall. Larry steps inside.
Raymond has his wife bent over with her hands touching the edge of the bed. He has her asshole mounted onto his penis and is furiously pumping her from behind, causing her breasts to bounce all over the place, her hands to press into the mattress, squeaking it, and her body to shiver, moan, and gasp. While he slams his cock in and out of her, Raymond strokes his wife’s throbbing, greased-up penis with his right hand. A large, open container of Vasoline sits on the bed beside them.
“Get the fuck away from my wife!”
“Stop!” yells Nikki in between grunts and moans.
“What do you mean stop?” yells Larry.
“It’s too late!” Nikki yells.
“What do you mean it’s too late?!”
His wife’s eyes close, her jaw drops, her body shivers, and jets of semen spew out of her engorged cock like machine gun fire. Raymond pumps his wife’s cock and milks her like a swollen cow without letting up on her poor asshole.
“Oh god, oh god, ohhhhh goddddd!” Raymond yells in-between grunts as he slams his wife’s ass extra hard and presumable soils the only hole she has left with his nasty cum.
His wife collapses into the puddle of her own semen.
“You son of a bitch!” screams Larry, narrows his eyes, raises his fist, and takes a swing at Raymond.
Raymond ducks, dodges the punch, and raises his arms defensively.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” he says, “Look, man, I am not trying to steal your woman and her nasty penis. I’m just trying to knock something off my fucket list. Now that’s taken care of, you’ll never see me again.”
Larry swings again, only for Raymond to deflect, flee the bedroom naked, and elicit screams and yelling as he presumably runs out of the house in the buff.
#
“Look, I’m sorry, I was thinking with my penis instead of my brain,” his wife says, “I was so horny it fogged up my brain. All I could think about was getting pounded with cock.”
They are home now.
Larry frowns, crosses his arms across his chest, and shakes his head.
“That penis of yours is trouble. I wanted you to have a higher libido. I didn’t want this shit.”
His wife tilts her head and raises her brow.
“Wait a minute, what do you mean you wanted? Babe, are you responsible for this whole me having a penis thing?”
Larry thinks he shouldn’t have said that.
“Of course not,” he lies. “How in Hell could I have done that?”
Nikki hesitates, opens her mouth, and closes it. “Babe?” she asks.
“Yes?”
“Didn’t you tell me you got magic marihuana from a voodoo sorcerer who told you it would change my cock back into a vagina?”
Larry looks down, bites on his lip, and says nothing.
“I’m sorry about all that happened,” Nikki says, “But it’s important you be honest with me.”
Larry opens his wallet and places the marihuana baggie on the family room table.
“Okay, fine,” he says, “Look I … I’ve been seeing a psychologist. For a long time, we weren’t having sex. It was affecting my mental health. Someone offered to help me with this weed. I thought it was just… y’know, regular marihuana, like the purpose was to get my mind off the problems I was having. But actually, it lets you make a wish. I didn’t know that, though.”
“You wished I had a penis and balls?”
“No! I wished you had a higher libido, which you do now. Now it’s too high! Also, you have a dick which isn’t ever what I asked for.”
“So why don’t you smoke it again and wish for something else?” she asks.
“The guy told me it doesn’t work that way.”
“Why not?”
Larry shrugs.
“I don’t know,” he says, “It seems to me like one of those things where they give you what you want but then also secretly fuck you over. Like, if you ask to be rich, you get the money but are also under investigation for stealing it. If you could wish unlimited times, it would limit their ability to fuck with people.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s a fucking cheat code. You’re not playing the hand God gave you. You’re taking a shortcut. It’s black magic shit, entering the domain of evil. I don’t know. I’m not the fucking voodoo sorcerer. You don’t see me with green skulls on my suspenders.”
Larry isn’t wearing any suspenders.
His wife looks down at the baggie. “Should we destroy it?” she asks.
Larry hesitates, looks down at it, opens his mouth, and closes it without saying anything.
“I should have destroyed it when I got it the first time, but I didn’t know what it was. I feel like we’re already in too deep. What harm is there in you smoking it and wishing for a return to normal?”
Nikki looks away from him, bites her lip, and sighs.
“What if I don’t want a return to normal?”
Larry squints at her, bares teeth, and flares his nostrils.
“You want to fuck other guys behind my back? Get pumped and dumped by assholes like Raymond? Because if that’s the case, you’re better off wishing for a new husband.”
“That’s not what I mean,” his wife says, shaking her head, “I don’t want to return to you being unhappy in the relationship. You shouldn’t feel like you have to go to a psychologist.”
Larry shrugs.
“Okay, well then, maybe you wish for things to return to normal, but also, our sex life is active and flowerful.”
His wife picks up the baggie and holds it in her palms.
“Fine, can you get me a rolling paper and lighter?”
Larry stands up and nods.
“Just be careful,” he says, “That stuff also gets you super fucking high. It’s not an ideal state to be when making life-altering wishes.”
THE END OF CHAPTER TWO