And it's spreading.
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It had been over a day since I last heard from my wife. She went to her Sunday morning kickboxing class and I hadn't been able to get in touch with her since she left. Friends texted, telling me about the local station that just went crazy and was playing porn on TV. The cable provider shut it off, but with an antenna I saw it. And it wasn't just anybody doing it- local TV anchors were there, seeming to not give a damn about their careers anymore.
And it wasn't just them. They showed clips from around the area. They called it "The Change." They said it was like an infection, airborne, that drove people sex-crazy. It was supposed to cure disease, but all I saw was it make people lose their minds and screw like rabbits.
But it wasn't just on TV. It was outside. Neighbors, passers by... People were just having sex out in the street. Calling the police just left me with a ringing phone. It was like society was breaking down, and I was stuck alone in the middle of it.
I locked my doors and waited for Elena. She was my first and only love. We met as freshmen in college and quickly became inseperable. Marriage was inevitable. We married less than a year after graduating. And we believe in abstinence until marriage. After finding out how much fun that was we finally decided on birth control for Elena. We weren't really supposed to enjoy sex all that much, but... We did. With each other.
For two years we enjoyed learning about the act with each other. What we liked. How we liked it. Even then we kept it traditional: missionary position, always. It may have seemed boring, but it was exciting for us. A couple months back, though, we decided it was time to start having kids. Twenty-six would be a good age to be parents for us.
But I suddenly found myself worrying that my wife was caught up in all of the sexual chaos going on outside. I texted. I called. No response. My family was back in Tennessee, but my friends in the area got back to me quickly reporting what was going in their neighborhoods. At first. Then they, too, stopped responding.
For a while. Then the invites came. "It's great!" they said. "Come over and have some fun!" "Kerry really wants to fuck you," one friend said.
Kerry was his wife.
Then the knocks came. People checked the house and called me to come out. I peeked out, and they stood out naked on my porch. At first I played quiet. Then at night it was clear that I was home with the lights on. "Come out and play!" they called. I yelled at them to leave. To let me be alone.
Where was Elena, I wondered. Could she have escaped like me? I had to hope. I loved my wife. I loved our marriage. I wanted to be with her, to see her be the mother of my children, and to grow old with her.
It went on through the night. Did they tell others that I was home?
"You're missing out!"
Go away, I thought.
"This feels wonderful! So free!"
Leave me alone, I wanted to shout.
"I'm the best lay you're ever going to have!"
No.
I wanted my wife. And I cried until I fell asleep.
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I awoke to a loud banging. Someone was pounding on the front door. "Help!" a woman shouted. "HELP!"
I peered out a window. Still dark. It was a blonde woman in sweatshirt and sweatpants. "Help!" she continued.
I went to the door and yelled through it. "What's wrong?"
"They're chasing me!" she said. "They won't stop!"
I frowned. Could she have escaped? "Are you infected?" I asked.
"No, I'm fine! Please, help!"
I hesitated. I'd been fine. I was clear of infection because I stayed in my house, protected from the outside. She was the outside. Was it worth the risk?
I sighed. Of course it was. I wasn't going to let someone suffer. Everyone else that approached was naked. She wasn't. I had to try and save her.
"HEL-" she started as I opened the door.
She almost fell into the room. I looked at her. She must have been a few years older than us. Long, blonde hair that had flown when she landed. Maybe she had a bump but she was okay. I slammed the door behind her and locked it up.
I turned around and she stood up, struggling for breath. She was wearing baggy sweatclothes and some flip-flops. Well, one flip-flop. The other she must have lost running. "Are you alright?" I asked.
"I'm fine, I'm fine," she said, leaning against the wall. "Thank you. I was... scared."
"Yeah, me too," I said. "Sorry, but... Are you sure you're safe?"
She nodded as she moved her long hair back to some normal style. "I'm sure. I'm perfectly fine." She looked me up and down quickly. "Are you?"
"Of course," I said. "Why do you think I'm trapped in here? We just need... I don't know, the army, or something."
"It's crazy out there," she said. She smiled at me. "But I'm glad we're okay."
"Yeah..." She looked around. "Are you alone?"
"My wife..." I shrugged. "She hasn't come back yet."
"Oh," she said. She looked down and scrunched up the toes on one of her feet. "I'm sorry."
"Why sorry?" I said sharply. We didn't know what happened to Elena. That was a fact.
"It's- Never mind," she said. She regained her composure and stood up straight. "Thank you. Really." Her eyes showed kindness, and I appreciated her concern. "I'm Hannah," she said, offering her hand.
I took it. "Robert. Can I get you anything to eat or drink?"
"Something to drink would be great, thank you."
Hannah followed me into the kitchen. It felt nice to finally have someone else to talk to, especially someone who didn't seem crazed by sex. And she looked familiar. "Do you live around here?"
"Yeah," she said, sitting on a chair in the breakfast nook. "About a block south. I've seen you out in your yard a few times." She shrugged. "I guess I thought I was lucky, since the one person on the block with a locked house still seems normal."
I tilted me head. "The only house?"
"Yeah... Seems that way. Only one I found at least."
I grabbed a glass from the cabinet. "How big is this thing?"
"I hear it's pretty big..." she said.
I turned around. "What can I get you?"
"Wine would be nice," she said. She seemed a lot calmer sitting there. I felt good that I could help her out, but we didn't have wine.
"Beer?" I offered.
"Sure, whatever you've got. Just... could use a drink about now." She wiped some sweat away from her forehead. I thought about how stressful it must have been for her to escape and to find a safe place.
"Yeah, one second." I grabbed a bottle from the fridge and cracked the cap, then poured the beer into the glass.
"Thanks," she said. She took a big sip, and I saw her visibly relax. "Nice place."
I looked around. "Oh, thanks..." Truth was, it was kind of a mess. I hadn't washed dishes or done much of any housework since things went crazy. I started to straighten up.
"Oh, don't worry about it," she said, waving her hand.
"No, really," I said. "I should've done this already. Anything to eat?"
"I'm good, thanks," Hannah said.
I looked at the water as it ran over the dish in my hands. "It's pretty bad out there, huh?"
"Everything changed," she said. "From what I've seen... out of my window, on TV... It's like society has been torn apart."
"I saw that. They're like animals."
"Not like animals," she said. "They haven't been violent. Just caring. Very caring. I... You could see two strangers start screwing, and then they couldn't stop being near each other. There was no fighting, no arguing... Just lots of sex, and cuddling."
I snorted. "Still. Animals." There was no excuse for people to be so out of control, I thought to myself.
She sighed behind me. "I wonder how long it will all take."
"To rescue us?"
She paused for a second. "Yeah."
I put the dish in my hands down in the rack. "I don't know how long this will take but... You can stay here tonight," I said. It would be nice to have company. Someone not crazy.
"Thanks," I heard from over my shoulder. "I was hoping you'd say that."
I laughed softly. "I can't exactly kick you out, can I? We've got a guest room I'll show you. Guest bath, too."
She sighed, louder than I expect. "A bath would be great."
"No problem." I focused on the dishes. Something was off, but I couldn't put my finger on it.
It was quiet for a minute. I was working on the dishes, and I figured she must have been working on her beer.
Then she spoke up. "What's her name?" Hannah asked. "Your wife?"
I swallowed hard. I thought we weren't going to talk about that. "Elena."
"Does it- No." I glanced behind me, but she turned to look away.
"What?" I asked.
"Does it," She squirmed in her seat, bringing her knee up to her chest. "Does it turn you on?"
I looked at her. "What?"
"Just a little," she said. She held her knee tightly to her chest.
"Does what turn me on?" I asked.
"Thinking about your wife."
"It- it worries me, Hannah," I said. "I'm scared for her, how could I-"
"I'm sure she's fine," she said. She brought both knees up under her chin and rested her feet on the edge of the chair. She stared straight ahead. "I saw my husband. He clearly enjoyed it."
My heart dropped for her. She actually saw it happen. "I'm sorry," I said.
"Don't be," she said. "I'm not."
I didn't know what to say. Would it be better to just know and have it done with than to not know, like I was? What Elena was doing out there, if she was safe? God, if she just gave in, did what all the others were doing, gave up her body, let someone in unprotected...
"Do you want to know how it happened?" she asked.
"Okay," I said, as I went back to washing dishes.
"He was coming home from work," she said. She kept squirming now. I wondered how painful it was to remember. "And my best friend, Marissa, surprised him in the yard. Naked, like the rest of them. She hugged him and almost tackled him. He was so confused and startled, he just stood there as she pulled his face down and kissed him. He didn't do anything for a second, but then he started kissing back, his hands started moving over her body..."
I rinsed the last dish as I listened. It almost would be sexy if it wasn't so uncontrolled. If Elena did that to me, I would like it, but for one of her friends to do it...
"Marissa just pulled him down to the ground and then sat on his face. She moaned as he licked her pussy like a wild man in broad daylight. She crawled down his body to get to his pants and undid them to bring out his cock. She smiled when she saw it. Turns out they actually had a thing for each other for a while but never acted on it. Until then."
I dried the dish as I adjusted my stance. Did her voice change? The whole thing did sound sexy. When Elena was back and safe, we'd have to relieve this pressure that everyone else was letting off, I thought. With all the sex talk, who could blame me for missing that part of my wife, I thought.
"Of course," Hannah continued, "We shared his cock. We kissed each other as much as we kissed his hard dick until he was hard and ready for her."
I almost dropped the dish. Instead, I set it down slowly and turned around just in time to see her sweatpants drop from her ankle. Her bare feet were still planted on the edge of the chair but she was naked from the waist down. A blonde patch of hair sat above exposed pink that I had only seen on Elena before. Hannah's fingers touched herself as she stared at me.
"After we fucked my neighbor Keith she told me how she always wanted to fuck my husband. We'd grown so close- by that point I'd already eaten out her pussy- that I was determined to hold her hands as she lowered her cute little chestnut-haired pussy onto my hubby's big fat cock."
She gasped as her fingers circled her mound. "It was beautiful watching her skin stretch around him, sharing how good he felt with my closest friend. I loved it. I watched them fuck, and I loved them both. No secrets."
I couldn't move. I was suddenly hot, sweaty. Uncomfortable.
"We shouldn't have secrets," she said. She pulled the sweatshirt over her head revealing full breasts that rested on her chest. "I tried not to lie to you. When I said 'help' I meant it." She stood up. "For you."
I finally saw her. The sweatclothes hid so much in their bulk. She was taller than Elena and fuller. A bit older, with larger breasts that fell just a bit flatter on her chest. But clearly feminine. Clearly a woman.
Hannah sauntered toward me, hips swaying. "I saw you around the neighborhood enough to put your face to this house, and when I saw there were still lights on but you wouldn't come out..." She stood directly in front of me, looking up into my eyes. "I knew I had to save you."
"I don't need sav-"
She kissed me. Small and gentle, it was the first kiss I had from a woman other than Elena.
Deep inside me, something stirred.
"Please leave," I said.
Her hands spread across my chest, rubbing me down to my stomach. "You have to feel it already. It's coming."
"Please leave now."
"But you don't want that," she said. Her hands were down by my belt, inches from my crotch. I could feel myself getting harder, the drive building. "Do you?" Slowly she started moving my belt strap through the loop. "Tell me if you want me to stop."
"I..."
The words would not come.
"That's what I thought," Hannah said as she unfasted the belt. "How often does your wife suck your cock?" she asked casually.
I watched as she unbuttoned and then unzipped my fly. "We've never, she hasn't-"
"REALLY?" Hannah looked up at me with wide eyes. "Wow, you are going to love this!" With a quick pull my pants and underwear were down past my knees. I wanted to jump back, to cover myself in front of this stranger. But I didn't. I stood, my erection standing tall in front of her, and then firmly within the grasp of her hand.
That was magnificent. But when she took me into her mouth it blew my mind.
It was the single most wonderful physical sensation I had ever felt. Warm and wet, pressure carefully applied to just the right parts. I never thought about how good a tongue could feel on the underside of my shaft, or the tease of a finger followed by warm lips engulfing me entirely.
"Oh," I said. "Oh, Hannah." (Great first words for getting oral sex, right?)
Hannah stopped and pulled back. I started to cry foul when I looked down and saw her face beaming up at me, wide-eyed and beautiful. "You like it?"
"Oh yes," I said.
Her smile. Beautiful. "Good. Now take off your clothes."
I obeyed. She could have said about anything then and I would have complied, as long as she kept going. Sign over your life savings. Cut off your arm. Swear over my life. Anything.
I took off my shirt and she was back on me. I kicked off my pants as she continued, but honestly I was barely able to stand. Then I was naked like her, and it felt good. Is this what other couples did, I wondered. Did everyone do oral sex but me and Elena?
Elena...
But it was Hannah who was making me feel so good. I looked down as she continued to suck me. I put my hands on her head, running fingers through her silky blonde hair. As she leaned in to continue sucking I looked down her back all the way to her full butt cheeks. I was getting close to climax, and seeing that almost pushed me to the limit. But I couldn't.
"Stop," I said. "Stop!"
Surprised, Hannah moved off of me. I reached down to grab her hand and pull her up. She stared at me, her turn to be confused. And I kissed her.
My kiss was strong and passionate. Within a moment of our lips touching Hannah knew I had Changed. My thoughts weren't about that- I just wanted. I wanted to hold Hannah, to touch her, to feel her... My hands roamed over her body, over her breasts, her back, her buttocks...
She broke the kiss and grabbed my hand. "Where's your bedroom?"
I guided her. We walked, almost skipped there, two eager lovers eager to consumate their feelings. I stole glances at her body as we dashed through the house, overtaken by desire of this new woman. This sexual mistress.
When we reached the bedroom she let go of my hand, turned around, and smiled as she fell back onto the bed. "You've never given oral sex either?" she asked with a wry grin.
I wanted her so bad, but- "Never."
Hannah spread her legs, and the pink below her blond bush was clear to me, nestled between two fleshy folds. "Care to give it a try?"
I needed nothing more. Ignorant but eager, I pushed my face into her body, my tongue searching and seeking out the things that would give her pleasure. I knew about the clitoris, at least, so I went to find that. As I lapped, Hannah moaned above me.
"Lick my pussy," she said. "Yeah, Robert, lick my pussy, then fuck me."
I licked her pussy. Her taste was unlike anything I had ever had, and it was wonderful. I was hard, ready to enter her. Her hands massaged my head as I licked, going until she shook and cried out. An orgasm. She pushed my head back and moved up further on the bed. I crawled up her body, stroking myself, getting ready.
"One second," she said panting. "God, that was wonderful." She gave me a full-throated, passionate kiss. Her arm wrapped around my neck, and slowly she pulled me more to be on top of her. Her legs were spread wide, ready for me to take my place inside her.
I hovered over her ready. Ready to fuck her... on the bed I shared with my wife.
As I looked down into Hannah's eyes, my thoughts and my words were hung up elsewhere. "Elena..." I whispered.
Hannah's face changed, from lust to a gentle look. "Robert," she said. "Your wife has changed, too. No one can fight it. I'm sure..." She stared deeper into me. "I'm sure she's fucked a lot. Taken several guys or more into her pussy, can you imagine that?"
I thought of Elena's beautiful, naked body... with another man. Another cock, inside her her pussy lips. Elena, moaning in pleasure, feeling it, enjoying it, loving it-
"I don't know where she is," Hannah said. She kept stroking. "Where her pussy is." She moved my cock, guiding it. "But I'm right here." The head of my cock brush the hairs and lips of Hannah's pussy, back and forth. "And my pussy's right here."
Rationally I thought I shouldn't be enjoying this. I shouldn't be excited by another woman who was not my wife, who I never met before and knew almost nothing about. But we were beyond rational. I looked down and saw the head of my cock wet, from one or both of us. We were so close. And there would be no turning back.
Her face. More beautiful than I thought at first. Brave. Caring. Loving.
"I want to be here," I said. "With you."
I pushed forward and into her. Her head tiled back as she gasped. I noticed I sounded off with her. She felt wonderful. The first stroke went all the way, deep inside. She was so wet. I held it there as I leaned down and kissed her. I didn't know where Elena was, but Hannah was there, wonderful and beautiful.
I slid out, which was another sweet sensation, and then back in again. Between kisses, I tried to speak. "We're doing it," I said. "Oh my God, we're doing it." I couldn't say anything else, I couldn't think. I could just feel, her warm flesh in my hands, her tongue in my mouth, and her wet walls all around my manhood.
"I'm so happy I found you," Hannah said. "How do you feel?"
I was so overwhelemed I was panting. "Incredible," I said. "You... feel so... good!" I was sliding in and out of her wet tunnel. I was having sex with only the second woman in my life. It felt so good I wondered what took me so long.
But I wasn't her second man. She'd had experience. "You like fucking me, Robert?"
"Yeah," I said. "Oh, Hannah."
"Say it," she said as we moved together. "Say you like fucking me."
I tried not to curse. I tried to stay faithful to my wife. Things changed. "I like... fucking you," I said. It felt so strange to say, and even stranger to admit.
She stared deep into my eyes. "Say it again. Like you mean it."
I moved into her harder. "I like fucking you," I said. "I love fucking you." And it was true.
She bared her teeth in a fierce smile. "My body?"
"I love your body," I responded.
She paused and rolled her mouth. "My pussy?"
"I love your pussy," I said, without hesitation.
She was about to speak but stopped. Instead she let out an "Mmmmm," and rolled her head back. "Fuck me, Robert. Show me how much you love this."
I wondered too late if I should have said something to Hannah. I slammed out bodies together, again and again, with overwhelming sensations coming from it. I always released into Elena. I needed to do that into Hannah. To fill her. To cum in her.
But then I felt her legs lock behind me. She knew what was coming and she wanted it, all of it, deep inside her beautiful yellow-haired pussy.
"Yes," I said, "Yes, Hannah..."
"Cum, baby," she said. "It's okay."
And I came. My seed, saved for so long just for Elena, flew into this beautiful, sexy, curvy woman I just met. And it was the best feeling in the world.
I kept pushing, but I slowed as I got overwhelmed by the feelings. "Keep going, honey," Hannah said. "I want all of that inside me."
That perked me up. I moved, pushing more, pumping more, kissing more. Was wanting my cum just her turn on? Was she trying to get pregnant? I didn't care. I just did. My body responded.
All the tenseness, the negativity, all the worry... Gone. Shot out and turned into joy inside Hannah's pussy. She looked absolutely gorgeous as I emptied out the last of my sperm into her, like I had done with only Elena before.
"I love you," I said.
And I instantly regretted it.
She tilted her head and looked at me. I rolled off of her. Too much. It was too much. I betrayed Elena, giving those words away so easily after the change. And it was just too much for Hannah. I just met her. I barely knew her. How could I say that?
I turned my back on the bed. Hannah tapped my shoulder. I reluctanty turned to find her still laying on her back and smiling at me.
"I'm sorry, it's just-" I started.
"Don't be sorry," she said, sitting up. She looked positively gorgeous, the warm afterglow of sex radiating off of her body. "The Change hits us pretty strong."
"What's-" I looked down at my naked, sweaty body. I was in our bed, but in Elena's spot there was Hannah. "What's going on?"
"There's something in the air." She slowly stroked fingers along my arm, back and forth. "It's been making everybody fuck like rabits. Anybody. God, I must've fucked about a dozen guys already."
A dozen guys, I thought. A dozen guys felt the inside of Hannah's pussy, thrust against that full, plump ass of hers, blew their load deep inside-
"Jealous?" she asked with a wink.
I stared up at her, then looked at my cock. I was half-hard. Getting harder. I looked back at her. "No."
She laughed, hard enough that her breasts shook. "Of course not! That's what's crazy about this!" She set one of her hands on my chest. "So if a guy came in her right now, and I sucked him off, how do you think you would feel?"
I tried to picture it. One of our neighbors. Naked. Walking in, offering his cock. Hannah would gladly mouth it, suck it. Would she ride me while she did? I'd be buried in her pussy, her flesh sliding up and down me, while she mouthed another guy.
"Woah, that sounds... hot!" I could feel my forehead starting to sweat again.
"Of course it does!" Hannah's hand drifted down, past my abdomen. "And if he came in here and fucked me, would that turn you on?"
He'd fuck her. He'd cum in her. Then she'd be wet, wet and ready, and wanting-
"Yeah," I let out. Hannah's hand was on my dick then, teasing. It felt so good, and I was getting hard again so fast.
"Of course you would be." She leaned in and her voice lowered. "What about if Elena was here? You'd get turned on seeing a guy fuck her?"
"Uh-huh." Hannah was slowly starting to jerk me. But my mind thought about Elena. Watching her fit body fuck some guy. She felt so good to have sex with, and why should I be the only one to feel that, I thought.
"And if he came in her?" Hannah sped up her hand. God, it felt good. "If they got her pregnant? Hot?"
Elena's pussy. Filled with cum. If she wanted it. If it made her feel good. That was what was important.
I could see it clearly. He'd fuck her hard from behind. His hands were on her hips, and he was hanging on through it all. She wanted him to. She let him. She'd hear him grunt and pull her close. Knowing that he was cumming would send her over the edge. It was so wild, so crazy, and so hot. She'd stay there, bent over, until all of his gift was inside of her, letting nature have its way. She'd look back, eyes half-closed, in ecstasy as his eyes glazed over while he released his seed into her. She'd take it all. It was nature. Eventually he'd pull out, some of his precious fluid spilling, but it was alright. She turned around and embraced him, kissed him, and held him close. They were lovers, and they were closer than ever.
Right then, somewhere, I knew, that exact situation was playing out with Elena. And I smiled for her.
"Hot," I said.
Hannah smiled down broadly at me, her hand still working. I was hard again and feeling hornier than ever. "I don't think it was an accident that we found each other," Hannah said.
I laughed. "You would know!"
She playfully slapped my arm. "More than that. I didn't know how you were, just that... you looked hot. And kind. And nice." She laughed. "A hot, nice, kind guy."
I shrugged. It felt good to hear that from her. Her hand felt good on my erection, but her words... felt good on my soul.
"I don't know why, but..." She bit her lip. "I do feel something strong for you. Very strong."
We looked into each other's eyes. We didn't need to say anything at that point. We knew.
"So anyway, you're missing a wife, and I need another hubby right now..." She rolled on top of me, stradling me. She eased my cock to her lower lips and took me in as I silently gasped. "What do you say we play a little "house" for a while?"
"Yes," I said as her hips rose and fell on me. No matter how things seemed to get so different so fast, it didn't worry me. I saw my lover smiling at me, felt her take me in so entirely and so close. I pulled her down to me, her breasts pressing against my body, and I kissed her.
"Absolutely, yes."
Everything was going to be alright.
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