The Liar, the Witch, and My Wife's New Wardrobe: Books 1 to 3 Collection

by Charles P. Lingham

  Taking this as permission to continue, I slipped my fingers between her legs from behind to finger the slit of her pussy. Not surprisingly, I found it slick and swollen with obvious arousal.

  "Ooooooo," Donna said. "What are you doing to me Randy?"

  "Oh, just playing," I answered as mysteriously as I could.

  I slipped a finger into her and she gasped at the sensation. It had been the only attention her pussy had received in a few days, and I think it was getting jealous of all the fuss that we'd been making over the new neighbour. Speaking of that new appendage, I could feel it shifting between her legs as it grew, and as her testicles tightened. I tried to ignore it even as it occasionally brushed against my hand.

  Stepping forward, I lifted my own, by now, erect cock, and brushed it up provocatively against the cheeks of her ass. Donna mewled her approval of this activity, so I slid it between her legs, and rubbed it up against the lips of her pussy provocatively. She used to love it when I teased her like this for long periods of time but, apparently today, she had little patience for it. She reached down between her legs with her right hand, grabbed the tip of my prick, and guided it into her waiting cunt. It slipped right in. We both called out in harmony, and she pushed back against me, burying my member as deeply as it would go.

  "Ohhhhh, I've missed this," she grunted as we started moving together.

  I'm ashamed to say that the experience didn't last long for either of us. This was the first intercourse I'd had in months, and Donna … well Donna was able to cum so much easier now than ever before. Apparently, whatever mental blacks that had been placed there by her prudish parents had been swept away in the deluge of lustful perversion that had accompanied her new cock.

  For just a few short minutes, I pounded her from behind as she braced herself on the walls of the shower with her hands and pushed back towards me in time with my thrusting. Our pace quickened in unison, indicating that we were both very close. Just as I exploded inside her, she squirted a huge load of cum all over the faucet. It was an unusual feeling, almost like it was me that was coming through her.

  I was relieved, in more ways than one. She appeared to be satisfied—at least for now—and I'd gotten some pleasure out of it too. All without me touching her dick.

  Win-win!

  That was Wednesday night. Since then, I've assumed a leading role in her pleasuring rather than a reluctant one. Over the last couple of days, for instance, I've taken her in a similar fashion a number of times. Once, when she was bent over the kitchen table wiping it down, and another time when we were spooning in bed.

  I'm actually optimistic now. If we can just keep it at this level, then maybe we can actually get through to the end of this sorry curse without me going native.

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  DAY 15

  SATURDAY

  Things are still going well, but I can't help but notice that Donna's personality continues to evolve. She's acting more and more like … well, a man. This morning for instance, as I was bent over drying my legs after a shower she said, "Nice ass," and then slapped it with her dick as she walked by. I stood up immediately and backed away, eyeing her member cautiously as I rubbed my ass cheek.

  "Oh, relax," she said, shaking her cock at me and saying, "Woot woot!"

  As if this weren't bad enough though, it got much worse later this morning when the doorbell rang and I opened the door to find our next door neighbour Melanie standing there. Not surprisingly, she was dressed in her favourite string bikini, covered only by a colourful, slightly translucent beach tunic.

  "Hi Mr. Henderson," she said brightly. "I'm selling Girl Guide cookies for my friend's younger sister. Wanna buy some?"

  Before I could even reply to Melanie, Donna interrupted. Although, of late, she had been avoiding the door (for obvious reasons), the moment she found out who it was, she quickly wrapped a sarong around her waist and over her bodysuit, and swept to the entrance, practically pushing me out of the way.

  "Melanie!" she called out, pulling the teenager into an awkward hug.

  The poor girl sputtered an unrecognizable response as Donna stepped back. I noticed that Melanie was staring at my wife's bra-less tits with their perpetually erect nipples and areolas on full display under the thin white stretchy material of the leotard. The teenager blinked several times in confusion, as if she didn't recognize her long-time neighbour.

  Donna then proceeded to take a very keen interest in the attractive teenager, asking her all about boys, and whether she was seeing anybody, and how astoundingly gorgeous she had become. It was actually kind of uncomfortable.

  I don't remember much of what Melanie said in return and am pretty sure that the young woman never once stopped staring at my wife's tits. Eventually, Donna agreed to buy ten boxes of cookies, and Melanie stuttered that she would deliver them in about two weeks' time. Then, after another lingering hug, the teenager walked dazedly away from our house.

  As I closed the door behind Melanie, I reflected on what had just happened. My wife had just acted like a horny older man hitting on a young woman. Donna had actually been turned on by a teenaged girl. A girl! Cock or no cock, this was akin to lesbianism, something that Donna had strictly disavowed on a number of occasions.

  When I turned to look at my wife, I knew that my suspicions had been correct. She was leaning heavily against the wall, absentmindedly stroking the sides of her tits. Her eyes were heavily lidded, and her mouth was slightly agape with a thin line of drool running out from the corner of it.

  At that same moment, we both became aware of something else: her sarong was quickly bulging. Obviously, her monster had slipped out of the hem of her leotard again, and was calling to her.

  She moaned in response, and then looked at me. "Oh. My. God," she breathed. "What's happening? When did Melanie get so… so… hot?"

  I didn't pause to respond. It was time to be proactive. Donna was suddenly very horny, and I had to deal with it immediately, before it got out of hand. We could answer questions later.

  I grabbed her by the arm, spun her around roughly, and pushed her onto the couch. Our living room sofa faced away from the big window that looked out onto the street. It was dark in the house, so I was pretty sure that nobody could see in, even though we could see out. Hopefully, this meant that we could watch young Melanie as she continued to go from door to door in our neighbourhood while we were otherwise occupied.

  Propping my wife up on the back of the couch facing the window, I tore off her sarong, and unclipped the strained leotard where it was joined between her legs. This freed her, by now, fully erect cock, allowing it to fall away to thump heavily against the cushion on the back of the couch.

  With her clothing out of the way, I could smell Donna's arousal now. It was a combination of the familiar musky odour from her pussy, mixed with the heady tang of her cock's pre-cum. We both inhaled, almost involuntarily, and our passions were both immediately inflamed even further. Still, I was determined to be the one in control. Luckily, I knew all the right libidinous buttons to push, including some new ones that were just now becoming increasingly obvious.

  "Do you think that anyone can see us?" I asked while gesturing at the large window just a few feet in front of us. My horny wife responded only by inhaling raggedly through her open mouth.

  As I pulled her bodysuit roughly up over her head to free her tits, I pursued it further. "Does it turn you on to think about being watched?"

  "Yesssssssss," she breathed without hesitation.

  "Then show everyone your tits Donna. Show the people walking by how you like to play with your nipples." She practically leaped at my command. Grabbing at her breasts, she shook them briefly in the direction of the window, before releasing them to pull sharply on each of her large, painfully erect, nipples.

  "Ffffffffffffffff," she snorted.

  Mounting the couch cushions behind her, I reached in from behind and slid two fingers just part of the way into her pussy. Then, I wiggled them back and f
orth just inside the entrance, in just the way I knew drove her wild.

  "Do you think Melanie can see us?" I asked as I did this. She moaned out loud, and I swear that her pussy suddenly became about a dozen times slicker. She bucked suddenly and violently against my hand.

  "Oh Randy," she called out. "I can't … take it anymore. Fuck me. FUCK ME NOW!"

  Although her command wasn't necessarily one of her mind controlling statements (at least I don't think it was), I didn't really care. I was just as turned on by what was happening as she was, and I was more than happy to oblige her request. I adjusted my position behind her, slipped my cock into her pussy from behind, and started thrusting into her with measured strokes.

  "If Melanie came to the door now, with us fucking on the couch just a few feet away, what would you do?"

  My wife grunted and pushed back against me. Her hands were gripping the back of the couch now, knuckles white, while her head was down now, hair being tossed backwards and forwards with each thrust.

  "Would you try to be quiet so she wouldn't know we were having sex on the other side of the door?"

  She shook her head and whined.

  "You want her to know what we're doing? Why? Do you think she would be turned on by us fucking? Do you think she'd slip a hand inside her tiny swimsuit bottoms and start playing with herself while she listened?"

  Donna was actually panting loudly now. Gasping in staccato bursts of breath.

  "But if we were quiet, how would she know we were fucking like this?"

  "Unnnnnnnnnggggggghhhhhh," groaned Donna. She was leaning back against me now, the head of her cock just peeking up over the top of the couch cushion, being ground into it with each of my thrusts.

  "Would you like to tell her what we're doing?"

  "Yes," she replied, the word delivered like a bark.

  "Well Donna, she's right on the other side of the door. Why don't you tell her?"

  Donna's pussy clenched my cock, and I could feel a rush of liquid splash out of her and run down my leg.

  "Gah Gah Gah Gah," she said.

  "She didn't understand you. What would you say?"

  "Melanie. Guh … I'm being fucked … here on the couch … ungh … can't … come … to door." There was more clenching.

  "That's very good Donna," I said. "But I don't think she heard you." I was amazed at how calm I was. I was fucking Donna with everything I had, yet I was nowhere near cumming yet, and I still had my wits about me even though the scent of her pre-cum had long since permeated my brain.

  Donna babbled something louder, but still incoherent.

  "She can't understand you," I demanded. "Say it louder!"

  "MELANIE!" screamed my wife as her cunt squeezed hard on my cock indicating that her orgasm was imminent. "MELANIE! I'M BEING FUCKED … ON THE COUCH … BEHIND THE DOOR (gasp). WATCH US … THRU … THE WINDOW."

  With that, my wife exploded in orgasm. She thrust her crotch forward in the direction of the window, and unloaded rope after rope of thick white cum. The orgasm was so forceful that her spunk actually dashed against the glass, leaving large splatter marks. That was enough to put me over the edge as well, and I emptied my own cum into her, calling out loudly as well as I did it.

  Donna collapsed forward onto the couch, burying her head in the cushions in the process. As I pulled out of her with a wet squelching sound, I could hear her muttering.

  "Oh God. What's happening to me?"

  She looked up at me as if she were expecting an answer. In her facial expression, I saw regret but no trace of the swaggering male personality from earlier. I felt bad for what I'd just done, and rubbed her back consolingly. I had pushed her very close to the edge, and got her to verbally admit to being turned on by a young woman watching us while we fucked. This was taboo territory for the old Donna, and rubbing her face in it like this had resulted in exactly the reaction I'd hoped for. Donna was feeling shame for her actions and that shame would help to suppress her more dominant side.

  I didn't like manipulating her like this, but, well, it was better than the beast-related alternative.

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  DAY 16

  SUNDAY

  I've been thinking about things, and I've come up with a good name for my wife's new dominant side, the side that Donna calls "the Beast". Although I'd never call her this to her face, I'm calling this new aggressive personality "DickDonna".

  DickDonna used to only come out when my wife was really aroused, but I'm seeing her a lot more often of late, and it's got me concerned. I still don't like the effects of the pre-cum on me, and I've managed to stay on top of it, at least for now, by taking charge of Donna's pleasure so DickDonna can't assert herself.

  Yesterday for instance, my wife's feelings of shame for being so turned on by the thought of a teenaged girl masturbating while listening to us having sex, had dissipated by mid-afternoon, a LOT sooner than I had expected. I tried to keep on top of it last night by taking Donna out after dark and bending her over a picnic table in a deserted roadside rest area on the outskirts of town. The picnic area was up on a bluff that looked down on a busy highway. It was dark enough so that nobody could see us (I think), but the whole scenario got Donna's juices running even more than usual.

  Afterwards, we returned home, pulled up some romantic movie on Netflix, and actually cuddled on the loveseat. This was a surprise to me, especially considering that this was the same loveseat where my wife had recently caught me cheating on her. I mean, I know that Donna is still pretty angry with me, although it's been somewhat muted by our agreement that I help her out. I'm useful to her, at least for now, although I have no idea what to expect about two weeks' time when the month is up.

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  DAY 17

  MONDAY

  Well, my worst fears came true, and I'm in trouble and am basically on the run now.

  I can't handle the pressure at home anymore with DickDonna so close to taking over my wife completely. It got WAY too close this morning, and I didn't have any other choice except to leave.

  Let me back up and explain.

  This morning, I was awoken by the decidedly uncomfortable feeling of my wife furiously humping me from behind. Mostly she was rubbing her huge cock against my ass, but every once in a while, she poked me in the balls with it as she tried to bury it somewhere else. To make matters worse, I was also very wet, being covered in more tacky pre-cum than I'd ever seen Donna produce. I could feel the back of my boxers and my shirt sticking uncomfortably to my body.

  Even as I roused, I could sense the smell of her pre-cum hitting me, and had actually begun to push my ass up against her thrusting cock until I came to my senses and stopped. It took some effort too. I was groggy, partly because of the fact that I was just waking up, and partly because the all-too-familiar sluggish, docile arousal was setting in. I SOOOOO much wanted to give in to it, and actually shivered at the thought of doing just that before I was finally able to shake my head enough to clear it—at least a little.

  Donna was still asleep, muttering something incomprehensible as she jack-hammered away on my backside so, as gently as I could, I extricated myself from the position, pushing her over onto her back as I did so.

  She protested with a disappointed mewl, but appeared to remain asleep.

  Damn. What had I been thinking last night?

  I had let her watch that Ryan Gosling movie, something that always got worked up. I should have recognized that last night's final fuck-session hadn't been enough to satisfy her. We had intercourse three times yesterday, once in the morning, again just after supper in the rest area beside the highway, and finally just before we went to bed. I was spent and my dick was actually sore. I knew that we'd have to have sex again this morning, I just didn't expect that Donna would have such a head start. Although this would mean that it would be easier to get her off, it was just harder to take charge when her lust was already so clearly in control.

  Unfortunately, with my dick so worn out, the o
nly way to get her off again would be with my hands, and I'd been doing so well of late avoiding just that. The only problem was, I was keyed up and horny now. The pre-cum had me hard and ready to serve, only Donna wasn't conscious enough to be issuing any commands. I was still lucid enough to realize that I had to find a way to take control, but I didn't know how to do that yet.

  Donna was still murmuring as she squirmed around so salaciously on the bed, and I was actually able to make out words now. She appeared to be dreaming, living out some kind of deranged erotic fantasy.

  I was still wondering what to do, when I heard DickDonna's voice, strong and clear. "Oh yeah Randy… That's right my slave. Suck it … Yesssssss. Just like that…"

  What the hell?

  Damn.

  If Donna woke up right now with DickDonna in control, then the moderation we'd managed over the last week was lost. I'd have no choice but to put her big, fat cock in my mouth and suck on it. I looked at that cock now. Donna had once asked me if it was beautiful, and I had said that it was. Had that been me talking? My subconscious? That same cock was just a few feet away from my face now, pre-cum streaming out of its obscene purple head as the whole thing jerked and throbbed in arousal.

  Why was my wife's huge member suddenly looking so delicious to me?

  I licked my lips, finding them dry.

  What would that pre-cum taste like? I wondered. Would it be as tangy as its smell?

  Fucking hell! What the fuck was I just thinking?

  I had to get my head straight, or I might just as well sign up for the monthly faggot newsletter. DickDonna's words were putting ideas in my head even if she wasn't issuing explicit commands. If she woke up now…

  I had to act fast. I got up on my knees, and reached out to grab both of her nipples. Good, they were dry, even though most of my wife's camisole had been soaked with her juices. The act had the desired effect. Donna was moaning now, distracted from her earlier train of thought. She roused a little, even as she unconsciously spread her legs.