Magical Solutions
written by:
Ethereal

Asima writhed on top of me. My tongue flicked the dark brown nipple that stood out so proudly on her sand-colored skin. Her breasts were full and pert, part of the allure that brought me to her. My cock ached, and I toyed it around the hair between her legs, brushing her lower lips, teasing an entrance that we both wanted.

"Ooh, you know what you have to do first," she said. She wanted me in her then, but she was insistent.

I didn't want to think about my wife. "It's not the right time. Deb would get too much of the company." Divorce at that time was simply out of the question, at least if I wanted to still have enough of a company left to run. I built my home renovation business from nothing and all I had was invested in it. If I lost it, then I had nothing.

Asima kissed me gently and whispered, "Then put on the condom."

I sighed and reluctantly reached for the nightstand. I plucked one of the plastic wrappers and opened it, grabbing the lubricated latex inside. Without too much effort I was able to slide it on, and then slide into my lover.

"Mmmmm, that's good," she said as she sank down onto me. She rode me as we sat there, her thirty-year-old breasts bouncing as we rocked the bed. My condom-wrapped prick darted in and out of her black bush. I enjoyed every moment, but I really wanted to feel my cock next to her flesh.

It didn't take long before I was ready to cum. I pushed myself as hard as I could, pumping in and out, hearing Asima get louder as the sex affected her. I took my body to the limit, and then unloaded. The condom filled up in short order as my cum emptied from my balls. But we weren't finished.

I knew it would take more to bring my lover to her own climax. Asima climbed off of me and lay next to me, and I moved down her body with my hands and mouth. I trailed down her smooth stomach toward the joining of her legs, brushing through the dark hair on my way down there. Her legs were spread and I fellowed the scent to between her lower lips and I feasted. Nothing pleasured Asima the way oral sex did, and I found myself in love with doing it again, a feeling I thought was long gone.

Asima ran her hands through my hair, and I felt the familiar motions as it built toward her orgasm. My tongue pressed her flesh, manipulating her clit, circling around in the motions she went on about again and again. Her legs started to pull in, and I pushed more, wanting to bring her to the edge. As I savored the taste of her sex, I was rewarded with a loud moan and tremble through her body. I loved it almost as much as she did.

I moved out from between her and lay next to her. I slipped off my used condom and wrapped it in tissue, then set it aside. There we were, a couple in love. Asima was almost two decades younger than me, but she found the youth in me. We kissed and cuddled in the afterglow, smiling and basking in the warmth of each other's affections.

"I really needed that," I said. "I needed you."

Asima set a hand on my chest. "Me too," she said. "I need you every day."

"I know," I said. Another push to break it with Deb. "Soon. Soon, we'll be together every day... and every night."

"Soon no more condom," she said with a hint of mischief. She knew I wanted to feel her flesh to mine more than ever, and she wanted to start a family. Unlike my daughter Jane, this would be no accident. Asima wanted me, my seed inside of her to take root and grow into a child. Our child. And then, I wasn't afraid of fatherhood. Then I knew that I would do things right.

"Are you trying to seduce me?" I asked.

Her smile revealed her beautiful white teeth. "Maybe."

We kissed again, long and deep. We held each other, enjoying the feel of each other's bare bodies against our skin. The brown of Asima's skin looked so smooth and unblemished, so beautiful and perfect it was like God took a week just to make her. We were together in all but law. We were in love.

After a while we were on the bed, just looking at each other. Asima moved her lips, as if to speak, then stopped. After a moment she said, "Please, David. I don't want to wait much more."

I nodded. "I know."

---

I left Asima's place around 3pm. I debated going back in to the office that day, but I really felt like going home. I loved my time with Asima, but afterwards I always felt the pressure of solving the problem of leaving Deb weighing heavily on me. Deb helped the business a lot through the years and she was certainly entitled to her fair share. But if she got pissed about how I'd been with Asima for the past year, she could take her share and break the rest. She went back to school first after Jane was old enough, and after earning her degree went to law school. She practiced real estate law, but surely she must know some good divorce lawyers.

And I thought about all that just on my walk to the car.

I checked my phone when I got into the driver's seat and found a text from Deb. "Did you get the bath oils for Jane?" Shit, I thought. Jane would be back from her junior year of college next week. She was all into these herbal fragrances and herbs, and not just the normal retail stuff. There was some little store that we had to pick these up from. "Yeah," I texted back. I'd go there right then.

It was a small store with a large window packed with books, candles, statues, and other mystic-looking stuff. It was a novelty shop pandering to the new agers in town. I walked in, a small bell ringing to announce my entrnace.

Shelves were lined with much the same as the window, but many more books were here. A few looked new, but there were many that looked old. Hardbound books were scattered about, reminding me of the old hardbacks I saw in the library as a kid.

And the smell. Dry and dusty. I felt the need to sneeze almost immediately, but it quickly passed.

"Welcome," a voice called out. I turned to see a blonde woman standing behind a counter. Average height, long straight hair, and a slim figure. She wore a thin, sleeveless dress that simply fell onto her body- not sheer, but thin enough that the points of her nipples made clear outlines in the material.

"Hello," I said. I took a few steps closer to her. Her hair was a darker blonde, and there were signs of her age that were clearer: laugh lines along the eyes, skin just a bit less elastic than a younger woman, and breasts that were just beginning to sag. Probably about my age, but definitely a good-looking forty-something.

"What can I find for you?" she asked. Her voice was low but gentle.

"I'm, ah- Looking for bath oils."

She smiled and stared at me for a moment, wordless. Then, "You have come to the right place." She walked around the counter and moved past me. I saw the holes for where her arms fit went low, so low that they exposed the sides of her breasts. The dress clung to her body like it was wet. She couldn't have been wearing any underwear under it, and the dress ended at it her calves over her bare feet. It was like that thin thing was all that she wore.

She reached the end of an aisle of shelving and turned to face me, nipples still clear as day. "Here," she said, as she waved her arms toward some jars and bottles. "Wonderfully enchanted and sensual, guaranteed to fuel the flames of passion."

I coughed, and looked away. "These are for my daughter," I said.

"Ah. I see," she said. "That would be something different, then." She reached down and grabbed a bottle, and then placed it in my hand. Our hands touched, and a surge of motion went through my head.

I stood dizzied and grabbed her hand. After steadying myself I looked down. "Sorry," I said as I let go.

"Don't worry," she said. "It happens." She gave me a disarming smile, "And this is the least sensual of my oils. It stimulates the mind and the spiritual energies. I'm sure your daughter will love it."

"Thank you," I said, trying not to stare at her. I wondered when women dressed like that if they really wanted to be stared at like that, but I tried to be respectful.

"My pleasure," she said, the words rolling off her tongue. "Would you like to have another for your lover?" she asked with a gentle smile.

"I d- My wife is fine," I said. I worked hard to keep my relationship with Asima a secret. I was sure that I wasn't so transparent that a stranger could read me so easily.

"I'm not speaking of your wife," she said, letting the words hang in the air.

That was it. "You must have me confused with someone else," I said, turning to leave.

"No. Michael, yes? Your lover, younger, dark... From the Middle East, or South Asia? You met her in a class..."

I turned abruptly to look back at her. "Wh- H-" I couldn't even begin. Her face was calm, and that stopped me in my tracks more than anything else could have at that point. She was in control.

"There's more to what I have in this shop than you believe, Michael." She sauntered closer, close enough where I felt her breath on me when she spoke. "Your daughter is quite right about much of her beliefs, despite your skepticism."

"You- You know Jane?" I said.

She laughed lightly, like a polite laugh when they see someone else embarasses themselves in public. "No, when we touched I learned all I needed to about you. I saw it clearly."

"Just by touching my hand?" I said.

She reached out and slowly grabbed my hand. Her touch was soothing and sensual, and I let her slowly stroke her hand over mine. "We are creatures of touch. We shake hands, we embrace, we kiss..." her eyes locked on to mine, "We fuck." A mischievous grin crept across her face as she stared into my soul. "All just different kinds of touch, no?"

I felt like all of my secrets were laid bare. This woman could destroy me in an instant with a phone call. "What do you want?"

"I want to talk more about what you want," she said. "You wish to be with your lover, Anna...?"

"Asima," I said. I regretted divulging that for an instant, but I quickly realized that she would probably figure that out anyway.

"Asima," the woman said. "Asima is feeling quite the pressure to get married, you know. When she returns to her country she has a very attractive suitor awaiting her..."

"No," I whispered.

"She cares for you, quite truly she does," the woman said. "But she's getting older, her family, and... well, how many women don't get the pressure from their parents to have children, hmmm? More than there used to be, but still..."

"She never told me..."

"She does not want to," the woman said. "She enjoys your mind, your kindness, your body..." The woman stroked a hand over my chest. Despite all of my feelings toward Asima and even my wife, my loins stirred at the intimacy of the situation. "She wants your seed in her..." she said, her hand going to her crotch through the thin material, pressing it tightly against her flesh. She looked at me intensely, then let out a laugh and exhaled. "I'm sorry, I feel the intensity of her desire. Her want for you is great."

I was so hard right then. I wanted to get back in my car and see Asima again. But there I was with this blonde mystery woman. "But I can't leave my wife yet. I'd- I'd be broke."

"I know," she said. She took my hand and wrapped it in both of hers. She tilted her head at me and said, "But what if I could make her leave you?"

"How?" I asked

She wrapped her arms around my neck. "Women have desires, too. If your wife were to find another..."

My mind flashed to images of Deb with another man. Holding another man. Kissing anothe rman. Fucking another man... A strange cock inside of her, sharing the pussy that she only shared with me. I knew that was part of the destination for the path I was headed down, but the proposition that this woman was suggesting made it so soon.

Let her find another man. "What can I do?"

The woman stepped back. Her sexuality seemed to fade quickly as our proximity decreased. "Tomorrow, you will take the day off. I will ship a piece of art in a crate to your home. There is somewhere your wife will see it, yes? A space she could be around it for a while?"

"Yeah," I said. "I mean, I could put it in her office at home."

"Perfect. Do that, and leave her with it for the night. You'll know when to visit me next."

I hesitated, a brief glimmer of fear echoing through my mind. "Will... will she be alright?"

The woman smiled gently. "Of course. She will choose to leave. And I think she would even be quite happy for you and Asima afterwards."

Those were just the words I wanted to hear. My heart was pounding as I was so excited to be free. "Yes," I said. "If it works. But- I don't even know who you are."

"Call me Angelique," she said with an outstretched hand.

"Angelique. How much do you want for this? And what if it doesn't work?"

"Give me nothing until you see the results that you wish for. And then we will discuss the payment."

I frowned. "You know that's a horrible negotiating strategy."

"I believe if you get what you are looking for then you will have no hesitation about paying what that is worth to you."

"Alright," I said. "We'll see how this works." I gave her my home address for the delivery.

Angelique carefully wrote it all down. "Take the bottle for your daughter with my compliments. And after your wife has received the gift, it is vital that you do not touch her. The magic is powerful. Do you understand? Do not touch her at all."

"Yes, yes, I get it. See you soon, then." I took a business card on my way out.

Her eyes gleamed as I left. "See you soon..."

---

By the time I got home I was horny as hell. The prospect of finally being with Asima danced through my head, but also Angelique's teasing in the shop drove me wild. I thought that if that night was my last night with Deb, if that magic really worked, then maybe I'd have one last night with her.

I saw Deb's car in the driveway when I got home. When I opened the door, I could smell the Chinese takeout that she must have brought home. She worked late, and sure enough as I followed the scent I found her in her office, still working, the food out and half-eaten.

I took a moment to admire how beautiful my wife was. Her white blouse was unbuttoned more than she would allow at the office, showing off some of her amazing cleavage. Her breasts were always large, and at 5'11" she had a tall, solid frame that fit them well. Nearing fifty, here breasts started a sag a while back but they were still a pleasure to see. Being sexy was never a problem, and for years after Janey was born we had a wonderful sex life. But our careers took more of our time, added more stress, and some day we just woke up and the spark was gone.

Then I found Asima.

But I still counted myself a lucky man to be with Deb for so long. And seeing her there, her red-brown hair undone and loose, I found myself getting hard.

"Hey," I said, as I walked over to her behind her desk.

"Hey," Deb said. Her eyes stayed on her computer screen, and she paid me little more attention than the food that was waiting her on the desk.

I moved to the side of her. "Got much more to do?"

She sighed and adjusted her glasses. "Yeah, Malcolm is trying to consolidate to prep for a new subdivision. It's a little more difficult than he thought, and unfortunately it ends up..." She pushed back away from her desk, the wheels on her chair sliding her. She did one of my favorite little habits of hers, taking off her skirt and working just in her shirt and underwear. Her legs were still solid and shapely, and that fueled my desire to be with her.

I leaned down to her ear. "I was thinking maybe..." I nibbled at her, knowing that was her sensitive weak spot.

But she jerked away. "I'm sorry, I can't. I've just- Just got too much to do tonight." She stood up and grabbed the leftover food and walked out of her office. There was no sensualness to it, just exhaustion. Watching her walk still was a turn-on. But it led nowhere.

I went to take a shower, jacking off there to find release. It wasn't hard. First I thought of Deb, but the frustration about tonight grew and I thought of Asima. As hard as I tried to think of her, though, I kept coming back to Angelique. Without showing anything, her thin clothing made so much clear that it wasn't hard to picture her body, bare, her hands holding mine, touching my chest, then arms wrapped around me...

I came hard, louder than I planned. I pictured her cumming, my actions bringing Angelique to climax. Every last spurt was pleasure, thinking of this exotic woman. But it was just a fantasy.

I finished showering, dried off, and then went to bed.

---

"What the fuck is this?" I said.

I was alone in my wife's office after the delivery guys left. And I was speechless.

A six-foot, white stone statue was there. The delivery guys had a hell of a time getting it in. They left before I opened the crate. And wow.

It was a statuesque man, bald, standing tall and proudly displaying his well-endowed dick. He wasn't a monster or anything like that, just very detailed, down to the foreskin, the veins, everything.

The naked statue was supposed to make Deb leave me for some other man? It seemed a stretch. I was getting nervous that it might not work, and that I might have to scramble for some excuse as to why I bought this thing, which must cost thousands of dollars, and plopped it right into her office. At that point, I had little choice. I had to trust that it would work.

Angelique said Deb would be alright. She wouldn't be hurt. Still, I didn't want to be home when Deb got there. I nervously even thought, if it did really work, that I might need an alibi. But no, Deb would be safe. If it worked at all, I thought. I was a nervous wreck.

So I drove to the office and then hit a bar. I had a few drinks, and I talked to the bartender quite a bit. Just the usual bitching about life, musing about sports, and wondering how to make the best drinks. I anxiously awaited going home to see if there was any effect, or if there was nothing at all that would happen. Maybe Angelique just did a good internet search on me? But how would she know I would be going there? How could this all be a hoax?

After enough handwringing, I got my check and called a cab. I definitely had too many drinks to drive. I quietly sat through the cab ride, and soon enough I was home.

The light was on in her office. She was home. I opened the front door, and heard something upstairs. I slipped my shoes off, hoping to see what sort of magic this thing worked. Was she on the phone with an old flame? Webcamming cybersex? Just doing work and pissed off that I bought a huge fucking beefcake statue?

My heart raced as I reached the top of the stairs. I recognized that sound anywhere. My wife was getting fucked. For over twenty years I'd heard those low-pitched breaths in, the ecstatic moans out, in a combination that could only be Deb's. I found myself getting more sober by the second as I crept toward the open doorway to her office. I readied my phone, prepared to snap some quick pictures in the event of an ugly divorce.

But my hands froze when I looked in. Deb- my Deb- was sitting on her desk, stark naked. Her legs were widespread as the statue- the statue!- thrust his hard white cock into her pussy. Her large breasts bounced and swayed as I saw them for years, but now my perspective was much different.

Maybe because I was a little buzzed, maybe I was just stunned by the sight, but likely some combination of the two... Something caused me to just stand there in the open. My efforts to sneak in were in vain as I saw first Deb, and then the statue turn to look at me. But they kept fucking.

"It's so good," Deb said as the thing continued to ram his cock into her. "So, so good." She responded to his thrusts with her own. I watched how her legs wrapped around him, her toes curled, things that I had felt for so long, now to see on another man or... another thing.

The statue nodded to me, his face a mask of pleasure. I knew how he, or it... felt. I remembered how Deb's moist folds were only mine for so very long, and how for so long she was the only one I knew in that way. A shadow of sadness and guilt went over me for a moment.

Goddamn she was beautiful, I thought. Her body was what connected me to her in the first place, made me start flirting to learn what a wonderful woman she was, made me lust for her, accidentally creating our Janey decades earlier. I felt myself getting hard watching my wife, this woman who seemed so familiar yet so changed, give herself so wantonly to hedonism with this mysterious magical being inside of her.

"Feels so good," Deb said as they fucked. "Feel so good."

I was so hard I could burst. The sexual energy in the room was palpable and infectious. I felt my wife's desire, her want that was so missing the night before. I watched them fuck as I unbuttoned my shirt, stripping off the constraints that held me from getting the pleasure I saw them indulging in. I let my clothes fall to the floor and walked toward them, naked. My cock was ramrod straight, aching for a touch, her touch...

I moved almost close enough to be in reach when Angelique's words echoed in my head: "It is vital you do not touch her." As her hand reached out for my cock, I stepped back.

"No!" I said forcefully. Deb's face was still clearly showing the signs of pleasure, but there was an echo of disappointment in her eyes. The statue looked at me and nodded, as if he understood my choice. Then his motions become much faster and more forceful. They were building to climax.

I could not join them in touch, but I could still reach my height with them. I grabbed my cock and jerked it, imagining myself inside her, wanting the body that I had taken for granted so long so much now that it was denied me. Deb's voice rose, ready for her grand scream upon orgasm that she always had. The statue sensed it, too, and his own moment was umistakably clear. He shot his seed into my wife, and I released my own onto the ground before us. My back hit the wall as I searched for something to lean on, the force of the climax hitting me harder than anything I had experienced.

I struggled to bring things to focus. I saw Deb and the statue continue to embrace with him still inside her, touching and kissing each other. Beyond the lust, it seemed the thing loved her and... and the sadness returned to me.

I had seen all I needed to. Still feeling the alcohol, I needed rest. I left my clothes, left my wife, left everything as I went into the bedroom and locked the door.

---

The house was quiet when I woke up. I was in bed, naked, having just passed out as soon as I got into the room. Slowly, the night before came back to my mind. My heart raced as I thought of Deb. I moved to the door and put my ear to it, listening for if they were still out there. Nothing. I opened the door. Still I heard nothing.

Still naked I walked down the hall toward Deb's office and looked inside. There were my clothes, the desk a mess from when it was cleared, and the statue- the statue was different. The proud, chalk-white figure was still there, still muscular, still bald, but he was not alone. Not at all. In his arms was a pink woman, with curves too familiar, breasts that I knew all too well, and legs that I could recognize by touch alone. And his cock was rigid, and inside her.

Deb. I ran up and touched the pink statue, not thinking, not caring. It was solid. The detail was there, far better than any sculptor could make. The blemishes in her skin, the pores, her nipples... My hand went to her face, but it was unmoving. I touched her breast, solid, now stone, not flesh. I could barely breathe. What had I done?

I looked to my pants on the floor and got out my wallet and my phone. I had enough of a charge left, and I opened my wallet to get the business card for Angelique's place. I found it and dialed, my heart racing.

I heard her voice, cool and composed on the phone. "Michael."

"Jesus Christ, what have you done?" I almost screamed.

"Calm. Everything is fine."

"Fine? My wife's a statue!"

"Yes, and you didn't touch her, did you? You did well." I could hear her smile through the phone, and it was starting to piss me off.

"I am not doing well!" If I could have thrown the phone at that point, I would have. "How do I fix her?"

"I'll be over an hour. Does that work for you?"

I almost objected, but I could wait an hour. "Fine. Fine, one hour." I hung up.

I sat at her desk. I realized then that I was still naked, but hell if I cared at the time. I just stared. How could I have done this? How could I have been so selfish to want her gone that I made her into... this?

It was a long hour. I sat there, staring at them. The two statues made for an amazing image, but it seemed so wrong. Her right leg was wrapped around him, providing an angle to see his cock enter her pussy lips. He held her arched back, clearly strong to support her tall and solid frame. Deb's head was thrown back, her hair trailing down past her shoulders. Beautiful, but... I was wracked with shame.

I noticed that Asima called me, but I let it be. I normally texted her each night. Last night I was too distracted. Too distraught.

Time passed, and I sat in thought until the doorbell rang. I quickly threw on my pants and the undershirt I discarded in the room the night before.

I opened the door, but the anger was gone. Now I just had an uneasy fear. But seeing Angelique calmed that considerably. She had a gentle smile, and she wore the same type of lightweight dress that she had the day before. "Michael," she said as she kissed me on the cheek.

I stepped aside and let her in. She had some slip-on sandals that she stepped out of once inside. "You seem calmer now. That's good," she said.

"Help me. Please." I was torn up. I wanted to undue it all, the shop, Asima, everything. I wanted my wife back.

Angelique looked at me. "You wanted this. Deep in your heart you knew that this would be different, no? Your wife had become an obstacle, and you needed her out of the way."

"But not like this! Not a statue!"

Angelique shook her head. "She's far from just a 'statue.' She's actually quite happy, I'm sure. Let us see. Where is she?"

"Up there," I said, pointing.

"Then let's see her."

We walked up. Angelique followed me to the office and stood next to me in front of the desk as we looked at the frozen couple.

"Beautiful," she said. "She looks quite pleased."

Then Angelique dropped her dress to the ground and stepped out of it.

Everything about her that I had seen looked my age, or maybe a few years younger. In her forties, definitely. But she looked like a forty-year-old who had never done any unnecessary wear to her body, that treated herself like a temple and kept in the shape of a well-fit thirty-year old. Light brown hair covered her most private area, but everything else was there before me. Her breasts were perfectly sized, not large but just big enough, and with not a sag to them.

I stared, speechless. She looked wonderful.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" she said. "Strip. Then we'll proceed."

I started taking off my shirt without even thinking. "What- what are we doing?"

"This is sex magic," she said. "We need to activate the magic. And, you have a debt to pay for this, yes?"

I unbuckled my belt. I was so confused. "Debt?"

"I want a child," she said. "Your child."

"But Jane is- Oh." Then it dawned on me. I don't know why it took so long.

By that time I had my pants down, and her words got me quickly erect. My anxiety and concern for Deb was suppressed. It was strange, the passion was consuming me, as it had the night before. I was growing harder by the second, and my thoughts were of Angelique, not Deb.

Angelique closed the distance between us, almost pressing her beautiful breasts to my chest. Her hands went down to grab my cock and my sack as she stared into my eyes. "Yes, this will do nicely," she said as she massaged me. "You know you have magic in your veins."

"How can you tell?" I asked. Her touch on me felt so good.

"Power. It radiates from you. Lie down."

I did as she instructed. She stood above me as I lay on the carpeted floor. I could make out the outline of her pussy in her hair, and all thoughts of everything else were gone. I had a new angle to admire her from, from her perfect toes up to the joining where her sex showed. She smiled as she moved down, her legs to either side of my hips, her lower lips aimed to engulf my raging erection. A flash of nerves, thinking of Deb, thinking of Asima, thinking- Then I only thought of Angelique. Her light brown hair covered my prick and I felt the head of my cock penetrate her sex. She was wet and eager, and she gently slid down, wrapping all of my prick in pleasure.

"Yes, you have a lot of power. That helped you last night," she said. There was some meaning in there, but I was too overcome to think about it.

And I definitely couldn't speak. As Angelique moved herself up and down me, my world was narrowed to just the look and feelings of our bodies. Her beauty was so immense, the feel of her body so good, that I fought to keep from cumming right then.

I leaned up, and she seemed surprised. With one hand propping me up I took the other to grab her upper back and pull her to me. We kissed. At first, there was no response, but soon she reciprocated. Our fucking slowed as we kissed and touched each other, making the most of our time with our bodies together.

"I- I didn't expect this to feel so good," Angelique said.

"Angelique," I whispered.

"Angel. Call me Angel."

We kissed, and then I jumped when I heard moaning next to us. I looked to the side and found the statue and my wife were there, flesh again, doing what flesh does: fucking. Still standing, the statue displayed great strength as he held my wife up while fucking her between her thick, sexy thighs.

"Yes!" Angel said. "We've awoken them. Keep going, damn it, keep going..."

It was amazing. My wife was there, moving, but all a bright shade of pink as the statue she was a moment ago. But it was her. It was Deb. She looked down and flashed me a devious smile, and I knew that she wanted me to feel pleasure with Angel. To fuck her. To give her my seed.

Charged with so much energy of my own, I moved to get up with Angelique. Still inside her, we got up together and then I lifted her and set her ass down on the desk. I fucked her, just as I wanted to fuck my wife, right there, on the desk. Her legs were wide open, and I pounded into her with all of my effort.

I knew I was almost done, but I was startled when I felt a pound on the desk next to me. The statue and Deb were there next to us. I grew concerned, almost stopping, worried that I might indulge in what I held off from last night. I couldn't touch, no matter how much I wanted to.

But Angel knew. "It's okay. They can touch you. Just don't fuck them or go down on them."

I looked over at my wife fucking this man. I reached out and grabbed her hand. It was so good to feel her, to know she was okay. And there we were, fucking our other partners while we held on to each other. I felt happy, really happy, almost euphoric... I watched my wife take in her lover, and then turned my attention back to my own partner.

I stared at Angelique, and she returned my gaze. Our bodies did our communicating, and I moved faster and harder. She gave small grunts as I did this, but soon her sounds turned to a shrill shout as she came. I released my own held body at that point, spurting my seed into her, giving her the child she wanted. The sensations were fantastic, echoing back to the night before. It was like a supercharged orgasm, so powerful it almost knocked me off my feet. Instead, I fell forward, collapsing onto Angelique, kissing her gently as I tried not to crush her.

To my left, the statue man and my wife were cumming as they did the night before. It was exciting to see and hear someone else having sex so close, and given that it was my wife that made it even more exciting.

"Wonderful," Angelique said. We kissed one last time and I got up.

The statue got up as well. We both pulled out of our lovers, leaving a trail of our fluids down each of them. I grabbed one of Deb's unnaturally pink feet in the air. I had an urge to go between her legs, to lick her, to fuck her but... I couldn't. Not then.

"If you fuck her now, you'll become like they are," Angelique said lightly as she recovered her breath. I must have been staring.

Deb didn't talk. It seemed like she couldn't, or at least wouldn't. But as I held her foot I got a feeling, a sensation from her that everything was okay. I saw images... Flashbacks of our first times together from her point of view. It was so strange, I almost felt a younger me... I could almost feel what she felt when we had sex so long ago. Then it moved along, the images getting more recent... More time between each event...

And then I saw her with Malcolm, one of her biggest clients. I saw his cock. I saw her with another woman with Malcolm, sucking him... Touching him... Fucking him.

I recoiled. I suppose it could seem strange, having just seen another man fuck my wife, but I felt betrayed. I dropped her foot and stepped back.

"Are you alright?" Angelique asked as she sat up on the edge of the desk.

"Fine," I said.

It was almost like Angelique could read my mind. "Did you see that you are not the only one with secrets?"

"Yeah." I was chasing a dream long gone. Deb was ready to move on, even before all of this.

"Let it go. She chose to embrace this man, this new life of hers... And that is what she will have." Angelique waved the statue toward her. "She lives to indulge in pleasure and give it out... And you can benefit from that as long as you are careful." The man statue stood before her, his cock quickly returning to an erect state. She grabbed his shoulers and pushed him down, moving his head to between her legs. "They give fantastic head." I watched him work, licking this beautiful woman and exploring with his tongue.

"This is insane," I said.

I turned to leave only to almost run into Deb. She looked like a cartoon, her whole body her new hue of bright pink and her hair an even more vibrant shade of the color. Even between her legs. It almost seemed like she wanted to block me. I tried to move around her, but she stuck out a hand. She didn't grab me, she just had it open for me to take. I hesitated, but then...

When I touched it, flashes again. The first time we made love. Her excitement as I entered her. Her exhiliration as I came, then nervousness about whether she would be pregnant. And then we she knew... It wasn't what she intended, but it was what she needed. Everything worked out perfectly. Even... Being in the office, wondering why I ordered the statue for her. Then watching its cock move. Being entranced with it, offered the chance to feel good, to be free, to no longer stress over... everything. To feel that statue's cock inside of her, his cum, washing into her, over her, covering all of her past worries and deeds and taking them away...

I grabbed her breast. It felt good and heavy, as it always did. She sighed as I did, and grabbed my cock. We stood there and massaged each other for a while. Thoughts of fucking her zipped through my mind, but I denied them. Instead, I let Deb lead me back to the office chair. I sat down, and she kneeled in front of me. This beautiful pink woman, she looked like an alien, sucked me, and it felt unlike anything she'd ever done to me before. I sat there getting nice, slow fellatio as Angelique received similar affections from the statue man.

"I don't know what the hell his name is," Angelique said. "But I call him Raoul." She seemed to laugh at her own joke with that. "He does this to me so much. When I need it. Like after I met you..."

My cock got harder at that admission, and that made Deb's work even more enjoyable. I smiled quietly.

"That was better than I expected. A lot better. Tell me, do you want to keep this going, or are you going with... Asima, now?"

"I- I don't know." I said.

She sucked in air and exhaled softly. "I'm not wife material, Michael. But I make a good mistress. If you want to..."

Having them both? Two different bodies, two different needs, two different possibilities... I thought of how conflicted I was just balancing Asima and Deb when I knew what I wanted to do. Going behind her back seemed wrong, but... This was so good.

Then I felt it. I thought it might have just been in my head, but Deb looked up at me as she sucked me, and I felt that she wanted me to be with both women. To enjoy the diversity of life. To live.

After just a bit longer I couldn't believe how hard I was again and ready to explode. It was like I was young again. "Can I cum?" I asked Angelique.

"Yes. Cum!" She planted her feat on the desk firmly as "Raoul" thoroughly dug into her pussy. A pussy I knew, a pussy filled with my seed. My hand reached down to hold Deb's head. She sucked me and jerked me with her hand, knowing that I was reaching my peak. It was so decadent, our own private orgy. I came hard and strong, and Deb sucked it all down.

"God, Deb, I-" It felt so good, but images flashed through my mind. From Deb's view, her sucking my cock... her sucking Malcolm's cock... Her fucking Malcolm.

How could she, I wondered. I knew I was a hypocrite. But I still was hurt. I pushed her back as she swallowed the last of my cum. I stood up and walked past Angelique as she hit her own climax. I went to the bathroom.

I pissed and started a shower. The jealousy was dumb. As I let the water flow over me I started to feel guilt, though. What the hell was going through my head? For the past hour I was thinking of sex, of fucking, when I should really be worried about fixing whatever happened to Deb. It was like I couldn't think in there.

"May I join you?" I turned to find Angelique there, standing confident in her bare flesh. I nodded and opened the shower door for her. I remodeled our bathroom to make the shower nice and spacious. Deb and I talked about using it for sharing, but that rarely happened.

She stepped in and kissed me. At that moment, with so much of the world being thrown upside down, she was my anchor. I held her close, to heal the pain, to quell the fear, to not be alone.

After the kiss we stood there in the falling water. "How do we get her back?" I said.

Angelique touched my face. "It would be difficult. Becoming what she is was a choice. The human will has remarkable power. It could take me a long time to find a way back."

I exhaled, and I think there was a look of pain on my face that showed too clearly.

"But she enjoys this," Angelique said. "She knew what this would be for her, and she still chose." She gently put her hands on my chest. "Now you are free. You can report her missing. Once that is done you can be with Asima. You've done nothing wrong." Angelique's eyes danced between hazel and blue shades, sparkling even in the dim light of the room. "And she can stay with you. She can pleasure you with her mouth every night if you wish, and you can feel how happy that makes her."

I felt a tear forming in my eye. "She really chose this? It wasn't a trick?"

"Yes. As long as they know you do not want them, they will not force the change upon you."

It felt so final. So done. "Alright. Okay."

Her hands rested on my shoulders. "You're doing a good thing. You're making three people very happy."

We showered. I admired Angelique's body, but I did not pursue her in the shower. My body needed to recover before sex again. But she was breathtaking. I put some real thought into how I might keep seeing her and Asima. Asima had my love, but Angelique only seemed interested in my body. And she said I had "power." Maybe I could learn...

We got out and dried off. I kept the towel wrapped around my waist, but Angelique kept walking around without a stitch on. Confused, I followed her to our front door.

She slipped into her shoes and turned back to face me. "You should enjoy this. They will awaken when there is sexual energy. Once awake, they will bring the sexual energies in the room higher. They will feel good, and you will feel wonderful. That is what brings them joy. That is their purpose. Watch them, as we did."

"I will," I said. I leaned in to kiss her, but she stopped me with a hand on my chest.

"But be careful," she said into my eyes.

"I will."

She turned again and opened the door, stepping out into the sunlight with nothing but her shoes. "Shouldn't you put something on?" I asked.

Angelique gave me an impish smile. "You see exactly what I want you to see." I blinked, and then there she was in her thin dress again. I blinked again, and the dress was gone, leaving her naked under the sun.

"You-" I started.

"I never wear anything." She got into her car, grabbed a pair of sunglasses from her visor, and drove off.

I closed the door. It was all crazy. Two days before I felt trapped, stuck in an empty marriage while the woman I loved wanted me but could do nothing. Then the day before, a glimmer of hope arrived in the form of Angelique's promised "magic." Then I saw the magic work. I found myself free, but at what cost to my wife? Was Deb really happy?

I walked back to Deb's office. Everything seemed so easy when Angelique was there. She was so beautiful, so kind... Was she using some sort of magic on me, I wondered. But I thought I would have felt it, like I did when the statues were moving. Those were the best orgasms ever.

I saw the statues had a new position. Deb, still bright pink, was kneeling down and sucking his cock. One hand rested gently on her lap while the other grasped the chalky white cock of the man, feeding it into her mouth. They were frozen in time, locked in a moment of pleasure. Deb's breasts hung wonderfully on her chest, the nipples just a bit darker than the rest of her pink body. I felt my dick twitch under my towel as I thought of the erotic moments of the past twenty-four hours. She looked happy. Very happy. Perhaps this was the best possible solution.

I picked up my phone from where I left it earlier. I dialed Asima and sat on the edge of the desk.

She picked up. "Michael?" Asima said.

"Hey babe."

"Are you alright? I hadn't heard from you and..."

"Everything's fine. Better than fine," I said. I examined the statues from the desk as we talked, and still my prick stirred. It was like I had the stamina of a myself from twenty years earlier.

"What do you mean?" Asima asked.

I flipped open the towel, freeing my cock. "It's a bit complicated, but we're finally going to be able to be together." I gave myself a jerk. I saw movement in Deb's mouth.

"But what about your wife?" Asima asked. I watched the curvy pink vixen that was my wife move, her breasts shaking as she worked the statue's hard cock in her mouth. They were awake.

"She found another guy," I said. I wanted Deb's lips around my cock. I left the towel on the desk and walked toward them. "We're going to be fine. Deb's happy, and the business will be fine, and..."

I reached them. Deb took the statue's cock out of her mouth, and readily took me in. It was so good, I was speechless.

After a pause, Asima continued. "But how? You made it sound like there would be some sort of split of-"

"Deb and I reached an understanding," I said, as Deb sucked my cock with the best skill she ever had. "She's got everything that she wants." I could feel the pleasure that she was getting from it. She enjoyed it almost as much as I did.

"And that's it? That sounds... really simple."

I almost fell over, the sensations on my cock were so good. The statue put his arm around my shoulder to brace me. Without a word, I knew he was there to help me. I knew he was very pleased to be with my wife, and he was thankful for me bringing her to him. We were two men connected by this beautiful woman before us.

"Michael?" Asima said on the phone. I almost forgot.

"Babe, it's... complicated." Deb took a break to smile up at me when I said that. "Look, come over to my place after work. I'll explain everything."

"Okay. I'll see you then. I love you," Asima said.

"I love you," I said as Deb sucked me. It was funny. On a few occassions, I had said those same words to Deb as Asima sucked me. Now it was reversed. But I always meant the words. I always loved them both.

I got the impression from the statue, in my mind, that he wanted to fuck Deb. Then I could feel Deb agree, wanting a cock inside her pussy, too. "That sounds great," I said aloud. I didn't know if they could read my thoughts or not. But to me this was proof that I had some sort of power, just like Angelique said.

We split up for a moment and Deb leaned over the desk, her plump ass up and legs wide revealing her lower lips amidst some fine, pink hair. It looked so inviting, I was tempted to fuck her myself. Deb looked back at me smiling, but I walked around to the other side of the desk and offered my cock to her mouth. She eagerly took it, and the statue proceeded to enter her from behind.

It was wonderful. I could feel from them that entering Deb's pussy was fantastic, and that Deb was overwhelmed with pleasure as she had two cocks inside of her. All of this I seemed to just know in my head, but the sighs, moans, and grunts from the pair helped confirm how good it all felt.

I didn't last long. I unleashed a torrent of cum into my wife's pink mouth, to the point that it felt like my insides were being sucked out through my cock, but it felt so, so good. I don't know how, but they timed their orgasms as well, both crying out a moment after I released. I sat down in the chair behind me, looking at their pleased faces, and passed out.

---

My phone brought me back to consciousness. I was still naked in the chair. I stood up and grabbed my phone from the other side of the desk. It was Asima.

"Hey," I said.

"Where are you? I've been ringing your doorbell for the past three minutes."

"Sorry, be right down." I disconnected the call with a push on the screen and looked over at the statues. The man was on his back as Deb rode him, her legs astride him and feet bentto give her support as she moved. They were frozen then, but that would only be temporary. And hell, I noticed that somehow I was getting hard again.

Emboldened, I headed straight downstairs without throwing anything on. I opened the door, and Asima was there in her work suit. "Hey," I said casually.

She looked me up and down and raised her eyebrows. "What is this?"

"I always told you how sexy it would be if you opened the door naked. What do you think?"

"Strange," she said as she walked in.

I grabbed her in a passionate embrace and kissed her. God, she felt good. Sex was good, hell sex was great, but there was something about having someone understand you, having someone connect with you that was out of this world- especially if they would make love with you.

My erection had come back to life and was pressed between us. Asima stepped back. "Careful, you'll ruin my suit!" she said pointing at my excited member.

"All the more reason to get out of those clothes, quick!"

"You..." she said teasingly. She took of her heels and left them with the rest of the shoes next to the door. "Where is your wife?"

"She's here." I braced to try and explain the crazy events that happened.

"She's here?! And you're naked!?" she said in a whispered shout.

"She's totally cool with it," I said. Then came the tough part. "Do you believe in magic?"

"Magic? What are you talking about?" She started to shift her weight from leg to leg, a nervous habit of hers.

"Maybe it's easier if I show you. Come on." I grabbed her hand and led her upstairs. I was never one to really walk around naked, but I had to admit it felt good. My body wanted Asima to join me in that...

I brought her to Deb's office and stepped in. My clothes, and hell, Deb's clothes were still strewn about on the floor. And most of the things on the desk were scattered about on the floor. I realized how bad, almost violent that it looked in there. I was too preoccuppied to notice earlier.

"What- what happened here?" Asima asked with a bit of a quiver in her voice.

"Nothing bad," I said. I walked over to the statues and put my arm on Deb's pink shoulder. "This is Deb."

"What? That's a... some sort of artwork." she asked, thoroughly confused.

"It's magic," I said. "Deb used a... I don't know, a spell. To become this."

Asima's eyes were wide. "Michael, I don't understand, did you...?"

"No, babe, really..." I wanted to explain more first, but I started jerking myself. I thought of Asima underneath her clothes... I thought of holding Angelique, penetrating her light brown bush... I thought of Deb sucking my cock, and all of the times I fucked her in so many different ways.

Deb's breasts heaved as she came to life and bobbed on the statue's cock.

Asima gasped but didn't move. The two enchanted creatures were roused by my sexual energy, and they continued their enjoyment of each other's bodies before us.

I moved next to Asima as she stared. "She wanted this. She's become something new. And she's happier for it."

As if on cue, Deb looked at us. She grabbed her breasts, pushing them together and then playing with her nipples as she continued to fuck the statue. She licked her lips, the image of sexuality and carnal desire before us. And I could feel it. She was loving it.

"Fuck," Asima said as she stared.

At least she understood. "I don't- I don't think we're going to get a divorce. I think I'll have to file a missing persons report. It'll take a while, but... we will be able to be together."

I may as well have been talking to a wall. Asima didn't seem to hear any of that. Instead, she stared. "What are they?"

"I don't know. Living statues. They feed on sexual energy, and they increase sexual desire and pleasure while they..." I looked at the pair. "Fuck."

Asima looked up at me. "So we can be together?"

I put my arm around her waist. "Yes."

She moved to kiss me. It started slow. We were relieved, finally knowing that we were to with each other, not having to hide, not having to separate. Then it grew more passionate. Her hand reached to my cock, and that charged me electrically. My hands trailed her body, along her leg, ass, under her jacket and up to cup her breast through her shirt and bra. I felt the familiar swirl of sexual energy in the room ramp up, and I could only imagine how Asima felt feeling it for the first time.

The passion grew, and our movements become more frenzied. "Finally," she gasped. "I need you. I need you now."

We broke our embrace for a moment. There was no romance then, just lust. Asima quickly unzipped her skirt and pulled it and her panties down in one swift motion. She bent over the desk, naked from the waist down. I looked at her wantingly, her caramel legs leading to her black-haired pussy lips that awaited me. She offered herself to me, and I in turn gave myself to her. My cock slipped into her waiting sex, and I savored the wetness as I finally made true love to her, flesh to flesh.

I wanted to say how wonderful it felt, but all I could do was breathe harder. We pounded into each other fiercely, our love and lust finally unleashed after being held back for so long. I grabbed one of her legs, soft but firm, and pulled it up, planting her foot on the desk. The new position gave us new sensations and allowed us to fuck even harder.

The sounds behind us were growing louder. I looked over my shoulder to see that Deb's curvy pink form was on the floor, legs open as the statue fucked her in the missionary position. I slowed down a bit to watch, the perfectness of their bodies together fascinating me.

Asima turned back to look at me. "I want to see," she said. I pulled out of her and helped her back to her feet. We kissed, brief but passionate, and then we moved in front of the magic couple.

We got just a few feet away. I grabbed her jacket and helped her pull it off. She gave me a gentle push to the ground, and I lay down on the carpet. I looked over, now at eye level with my wife as the statue plesaured her with his cock. Looking up, I saw Asima stand over me and move down, taking my cock and placing at her entrance. And then I was inside her as she sank all the way down to me, her pussy lips pressing my pubic hair to my loins. She started riding me slowly as she unfastened the buttons of her shirt. Soon it was off, and then she unhooked her bra, throwing that to the side. Finally, it was her body and mine, connected and ready to begin a new life together.

"Finally," Asima said as we started to go faster. "I love you."

"I love you," I said. She bounced up and down, her lovely chocolate-tipped nipples on sandy breasts moving in rhythm with her body. I could feel my cum building up, and we were ready to share that inside of her, as lovers do.

As beautiful as she was, I looked to my side to see my wife's breasts moving as well as she continued receiving her pleasure. We looked at each other and smiled. I could feel how happy she was for me, the joy and acceptance she had of me finding such comfort in the arms of another so beautiful.

I looked at Deb and wanted her to know. I reached out and grabbed her hand, warm and wet. I got a wave of emotions from her, of sensations, and of pleasure. She wanted me, but she would wait for me until I wanted her. But above all, she wanted me to be happy, because she had found the complete happiness that escaped her until then.

"I love you," I mouthed.

She smiled.

I noticed that she was not moving as much. I looked to see the statue missing from between her legs, and instead he stood standing over us. His rockhard cock was out, erect in front of Asima, an offering.

I didn't warn her about them!

She wrapped her fingers around his shaft. She moved him toward her mouth. A scream of horror began in the back of my throat-

-but came out as a gasp of pleasure. Asima looked amazing as she took the white statue's cock into her mouth. She Changed, as my wife Changed when he entered her. And with me inside of Asima once she had Changed, that brought the Change to me as well.

It was wonderful.

I was like a butterfly leaving the coccoon. My worries about my job, my house, everything... gone. In its place a desire to pleasure and to be pleasured, and an expanded awareness of my senses. I could feel some of what Asima felt, feeling not only the sensations from my cock as I was in Asima, but also the feeling of taking my cock in, like I had a connection to the nerves in Asima's pussy. It was a feeling that I never could have imagined, and it was wonderful.

I felt pure love to my right. Deb beamed at me. She was so happy that I was there, that I was closer to her then. Closer than we had ever been. She crawled forward, her large breasts hanging down, and kissed me deeply and truly.

Images and feelings flashed before me. A long day. Hard work for her client. Malcolm. Drinks. His girlfriend showed up. Deb was jealous of the love they showed. They comforted her. More drinks. Back to his condo.

He was sexy. Good body. British accent. Girlfriend kissed Malcolm. Deb should go. No, it was okay. Look. Watch. Touch. Naked bodies. Cock. Touching it. Kissing it. Sharing it. Fucking it.

He made her wet. Made her feel good. Business trips. Late nights. More fucking. Nothing like at home.

She also learned about Asima. How empty I felt before. How proud Asima made me feel. How her lithe body made me feel alive.

When I felt this, it made me feel good. So good. I could feel how excited she was when she was with him, how hard she came, how much pleasure she took from it all. And I let her feel how good it was to be with Asima. We indulged in each other's adventures and were so glad to feel the shared experiences.

I felt Asima, too. She felt strongly for me, and she was so thankful. The statue offered her a choice, the offer to feel good for eternity or continue as she was. For some reason, before she chose I thought she should reject this existence. But she was wise and brave, and she brought us to a new level of pleasure.

My need to cum was there, but not as urgent. Asima wanted to feel this new cock inside of her, and I happily agreed. She got off of me and went to the desk, sitting on it and lifting her legs wide. I eagerly watched as the statue lined up his sheer-white cock with her black bush. The stark contrast between his skin and her brown flesh made for an erotic combination. I could feel the sensations as she took his cock within her, and I was so happy I could help my lover find a new partner, a new cock, and a new way of life.

I turned back to Deb. Her body curved, round firm breasts, a waist that flared to a shapely ass, and thick thighs and sculpted legs. We smiled at each other. No words needed to be said because our feelings spoke to each other directly. We kissed, and our hands re-explored the bodies we thought we were so familiar with. It was discovering each other anew. But now we felt the echoes of those touches. As I held her breasts and toyed with her nipples, I felt the echoes of those sensations as if Deb's body were a part of mine. And I felt her reacting as she ran her hand along my stiff cock, both of us experiencing pleasure from it.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes!" I heard from behind me. I looked to see Asima reveling in the thrusts of her lover. Despite my intentions from earlier, he, not me, would be the one to cum in her that night. Whoever it was, Asima would enjoy it, and that was most important. For a moment I thought of how important it was to me to be away from Deb so that I could be with Asima. Never did I think of what came to pass: Asima and I would embrace Deb and her new lover so that we may all be together.

Deb playfully tugged at my erection as I thought, and I felt her need in my loins as well as hers. She half-ran out the doorway, and I knew she was headed to our bedroom. I dashed after her. She jumped onto the bed and flipped over as I landed next to her. We scrambled into position, and soon I was on top of her and inside her.

It was exquisite. I knew exactly what would make her feel good and she knew what helped me. But at that moment, the sex was not elaborate. Instead it was the same me thrusting into her that we had done for years. But it felt so different. So much better. So much more connected to our souls.

We wondered why we didn't do things differently. We fantasized about what we might have done. If I had joined her and Malcom for a threesome, or fucked his girlfriend while he did Deb. We thought of welcoming Asima into our home, sharing her body, giving her pleasure and child. But mostly we thought of each other, and how we missed the passion we had. And how our lovemaking connected our memories to each other. For that was how our bodies and spirits worked. The statue had already changed Deb, given her memories, experiences, and sensations from over two thousand years. Deb had undergone a beautiful metamorphosis and become Pink.

I wanted to fuck her from behind, to feel the plumpness of her ass make contact with my hips, but her face was more important to me then. She was beautiful. Four decades of experience only served to make her more wonderful.

I kissed her and got ready to cum. I knew I wouldn't have much time after that before we slumbered. Our coordination was exquisite, for even as we kissed we timed our thrusts perfectly, for we were one. I checked with Pink, and as we were ready to cum, I remembered something that made Deb go wild. Just as we were about to release I leaned back and grabbed her foot. I reached over and sucked her toes hard, getting two of the small pink digits in my mouth. I could feel her joy for remembering and for experiencing that moment.

And we came.

The memories we shared were a floodgate. Some were just happy moments. A sunny day after an exam. Holding a puppy for the first time. Finishing a marathon. Others were more sexual, and others still were connected to the Change. For a moment I was a soldier on leave. An apprentice who got distracted. A handmaiden who went wandering. A noblewoman who needed to have the best in luxury. All had Changed.

And I was still cumming. Spurt after spurt of my spirit entered into Pink, and she gave pieces of her back to me. I felt her experience as she lost her virginity, with my old friend Todd! She only planned on giving him a blowjob, but they got carried away. He came inside her, and she felt elated and frightened by the experience. I laughed in my head as I remembered how Deb told me I was the first to cum inside her, and that's how we had Jane. But it didn't matter anymore, all that mattered was the moment, and how I was cumming in Pink right then.

Honestly, I didn't even cum in Deb then. That was Michael.

I looked at my arm. My old skin tone was gone. I was an ashen gray.

I was Ash.

I took Pink's toes from my mouth and then licked along the underside of her foot, tickling her. She laughed and fake kicked, and I let her foot go. I leaned forward and kissed her warmly.

We were in love.

We had only a few moments before we went into our slumber. We needed to position ourselves in a way we would want to be for the future. I rotated on the bed, putting my head the other way for a sixty-nine position. I wanted to lick her beautiful pussy. I lay on my back, ready for her weight on me. She felt so good pressing down, and I parted those thighs to put my tongue deep into her depths. Then my cock entered her and-

And then we slumbered.

---

Then we awoke. My face was still right in Deb's- no, Pink's pussy and I continued right where I left off. I could feel the sexual energy in the air- that was what awakened us. But I would find the source of that after I pleased Pink. I could find her clitoris easily now, and I felt the vibrations of her pleasure as I toyed with it. She was wet and wanted all of my attentions to her most sensitive area, and her taste was so sweet.

Moments after I began, Pink returned to toying with my cock in her mouth. We must have made for an impressive picture as we slumbered, our mouths locked into our lover's sexes. I felt the pleasure she gave me and the love she held for me so strongly, it was stronger than the sun was bright.

My hands held her fleshy thighs and my tongue navigated between her hairs and folds until I felt a calling. The source of the sexual energy. Pink rolled off of me and I turned around. My cock and Pink's nipples were hard, and we were eager to hear of how we could please our guest.

"I'm disappointed, Michael." The blonde woman... Angelique. Why was that hard to remember, I wondered. She stood naked before us, beautifully figured with her light brown bush covering her pussy. I grabbed my cock as it stiffened, as I was eager to plunge into her folds and bring her to us.

"No," she said. "I'm not going to be one of you. Know that." Her thoughts echoed her words. But that was fine. There would still be much pleasure.

Angelique sat on the edge of the bed. "I thought you would be more careful. Thought that we might have something together, but..." She gasped lightly. I could feel that she had something inside of her, inside her pussy, moving, vibrating, to stay energized... To keep us awake.

"I've got your child. And it will be a girl. She will be quite powerful," Angelique said. That was a pleasure to hear, but different. I created a life! I could not do that anymore, but I was glad to hear that I did.

"That also gives me a good amount of your estate. She'll be well taken care for, as will your other daughter, Jane. or did you forget about her already?"

Jane? Yes... Yes, I did have a daughter. Pink felt the same.

"I may apprentice her. We'll see. But for now, I need you to move..."

I felt Angelique will us up, and we moved out of the bedroom. In the hall, I found the statue, White, with a female form pushed up against a wall, sliding ferociously in and out of her. She was a beautiful sky blue... Sky. Her profile took me a moment to recognize... I had been with her before the Change! Asima!

They felt they needed to go, too, so they finished. I watched as the climaxed, him pumping his cum inside of her. I could feel her thoughts, that this was only the second time anyone had cum in her, and how fantastic it felt with her own orgasm, better than any sex she ever had. Beautiful.

White got most of his cum into her. Her eyes were still closed from the orgasm, but she felt my approach and smiled. I entered her swiftly, the fluids of the last lovemaking she had slickening her passage. I stood where White had, her leg wrapping around me. The embrace of her pussy on my cock was ecstasy. I felt that I had been there before, but never quite like this.

Sky opened her eyes as we fucked and she smiled at me. Memories flashed, and I thanked her so much for helping me Change, and taking White's cock and Changing herself. I took in her Changed body: most of her skin was a light blue, though her hair and nipples turned a darker shade, almost a royal blue. We smiled, and we looked over to see Pink and White beaming at us as well as they held each other.

"Let's go," Angelique said. And we moved. But I was note done with Sky. I grabbed her with newfound strength and carried her. I couldn't pump into her as we walked, but I would not be out of her until I had made both of us cum.

Pink and White smiled bigger as they saw this, and Angelique shook her head, and then almost staggered. "The more of you there are, the more you amplify the sexual energy... I- Let's be quick."

Angelique led us out the front door. It was night. She opened the back of a moving truck, and we got in. I was on my back so that Sky could ride me. White did the same with Pink. Pink was excited to watch us, as she had a piece of the memories. Basically, everything started with me, or Michael, wanting to cum into Asima. Now I would cum into Sky, finally.

But Angelique closed the door shut on us, and all went dark. But we still felt each other, both our bodies and our feelings. We felt her go to the driver's seat and start bringing herself to climax. Soon we would slumber again.

We picked up the pace as the engine on the truck turned. After a few frantic moments, we came hard. Images of our lives mixed and mingled as we experienced them again together. In seconds I learned almost as much about her life as I knew about Deb from over twenty years together. Other memories of others lives were there, too, but they were glossed over for the moment. Sky and I grew closer in that moment than we probably did for all of the time of the affair.

And then we slumbered.

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I awoke, still cumming inside Sky. I heard her laugh as we finished the act together. As our sensations faded, I felt the echoes of Pink and White in a similar post-coital bliss. Sky lay on top of me, and the door opened.

"Time to go," Angelique said. We walked by her beautiful form and waited as she opened the door to the shop.

She opened the door and we went in. She seemed stressed. I reached out to put a hand on her waist as I passed and she slapped it away. "Sorry, too much energy right now. Some of you need to rest."

Angelique led us through a storage room full of bottles and books and things. Now that I could see again, I just wanted to drink in the sight of her body. All of us did. Pink ached to eat pussy again. That made White and me even harder.

We pictured her, writhing from all of our attention, an orgy welcoming her and-

"NO." Angelique lifted up a trap door hidden in the floor. We could see a small stairway coming from it.

"You three, get down there, and get comfortable." She signalled for Pink, White, and Sky. I waited and felt them get farther, felt them start touching each other, entering, and then Angelique closed the door.

Then nothing. Cut off.

Angelique sighed. "Sorry, that was WAY too tempting... One of you I can handle, but four is dangerous." She smiled at me and admired my cock. "Now, I'm disappointed I won't be able to do much with that, but I think you would like this..." she hopped up on a desk and spread her legs, exposing flushed lips in the brown fur there.

I was there immediately, my tongue searching to pleasure her. It was wonderful.

That was my role. The others were gone, but I awoke regularly to pleasure Angelique. Her belly grew large with the child over time, and then it was born. Michael's daughter. My daughter?

It became difficult to remember things. Moments such as this are rare now. But it is always pleasurable now. I feel the sensations from Angelique as I touch her, lick her... Pleasuring Angelique is all I exist for.

Her pleasure is my pleasure, too.

And I could want for nothing more.