I stepped into the bedroom and pulled Lydia onto the bed. It was more like a snatch. She hit the covers and pillows, and only caught part of herself with one arm. She looked up, her hair scattered across her face. I stepped forward.

'Paul,' she said. 'That was a lot.'

I stepped closer, my dick now inches from her face. I never broke eye contact. She reached up and gently wrapped her hand around it, stroking it slowly.

'Lie down,' she said. 'Let's get under the covers.'

Our bedroom faced the street, and the shades were mostly drawn. Like the living room, there was only a sliver of streetlight shining through. Both bedside lamps were on, and the glow felt like a campfire at sunset. The smell of fresh sheets and linen filled my nostrils. I could hear the drip of the sink in our master bath, the sound of the dimmed LED lights humming, Lydia's breathing. I could even hear the sounds of the leaves moving in the wind outside. I kept staring at her. This was comfortable. Comfortable was for sleep. I did not want comfortable now. I stepped forward again, pushing my dick, still wrapped in her soft hand, briefly against her lips.

'Gross,' she said. 'That was just inside me. What are you thinking??'

I snatched her hand off my cock by the wrist, and immediately grabbed her ankle, spinning her around on the bed to face me. I dropped at once to the ground and pressed her left leg back by the back of her knee. She offered a little resistance, until my hungry mouth began devouring her world down below.

Like an animal feasting on a fresh kill, I took her whole mound into my mouth, then moved up, smashing my tongue hard against her clit. She let out a deep, low and long moan.

'Paul...we just had sex!'

I could hear her anxiety. She always had it. She didn't like the products of copulation, whether it was her wetness or my cum. After making love, she would pull off me and race to the bathroom to pee and wipe away anything leaking below. She hadn't done that yet, which was a small victory, but to be fair, I hadn't given her the time. And she only wanted oral if she was freshly showered and we had made out and slowly slipped off our clothes in the way that timid first-timers might do it in high school. Whatever was happening to me did not have time for that.

I licked hard, and she responded. I could feel her thighs relax as she gave in to what was happening. She even reached up to hold her own leg back as I continued to eat. Her clit was throbbing. I could feel it against my mouth. I took it tightly between my lips and flicked its tip with my tongue. She bucked as if she had been shocked.

'FUCKKK!'

She came almost immediately, her juices flowing out and onto my face. Good. She was still ready. I needed her passion and strength to last. I put a finger inside her, then two, all while continuing to suck and lick. She usually pulled my hand away when I did, but not now. I worked back and forth, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, until she started moving with me, her body rocking in a snakelike wave, up and down.

I could taste us mixed together. Our bodies' pleasure and purpose mixed together. It was its own aphrodisiac, though I didn't need any more stimulation. Nothing I was doing was familiar to me, and certainly far less to her, and yet, here we were. I was feasting on my wife as if I had won her from another man. My left hand reached up and grabbed her breast. I gripped it like it was in danger of being stolen. Lydia came again, this time without words, only deep, primal screams that sounded like her own animal was coming out.

She stopped bucking, and I paused for a minute, growling into the once and future home of my cock. I heard her laugh, in that 'up to no good' sort of way. Then she let out a deep sigh. I pressed on. I needed to. I wasn't sure why, but I knew I couldn't stop. I sucked, licked, fingered until she was moving again, this time with more intensity, this time beginning much closer to orgasm than before. I could hear it. I could feel it. I removed my fingers and put my mouth fully on her mound, my tongue punishing her lips and clit as my mouth drew tight around her spaces. Then I did something that I couldn't believe. Something I could never have imagined doing in all our years together.

I took my warm, wet index finger and pressed it firmly against her ass.

Lydia had been adamant that anyone who thought anal sex was appropriate was simply disgusting. In the few times I broached the subject, she said she couldn't imagine why anyone would want to do that, or why that would ever bring more pleasure than sex itself. In my mind, I imagined that she was thinking of lying under fluffy covers, in the dark, making love missionary style. This was shattering that entirely.

I felt resistance, of course, but she was now on the home stretch. Her smell, her noises, her movement, she was going to cum again. I hooked my left arm around her left thigh to hold her, and then I pressed my finger inside. Whether it was her wetness or her will, my finger slid in without hesitation, though it was squeezed tightly all the way around. I drew it out a little, and then back in, and began repeating the motion over and over. I glanced up to see her eyes wide open, her hands firmly on her tits, and her mouth gaping, though no noise was coming out. I wasn't sure where she was, but it definitely wasn't a place she had ever been. Then, she came.

'NNNGUUUAAAHHH!!!'

She found a voice, a call, a howl that had not been heard for thousands of years. She arched and flexed, as if every part of her was alive all at once. Her legs kicked. Her arms flung wide. Her back bent in a way that seemed impossible without breaking. Everything about her was coming together and apart all at once. I grinned. This one would stay with me for a long time.

Lydia sat up and pushed back to the other side of the bed in what felt like panic. Her eyes were wild and she was shaking. Her hands gripped the bedspread, as did her toes. I stood up. I was still rock hard. In an instant, she flipped forward and crawled frantically towards me. Before my hands caught her shoulders, she had my dick fully in her mouth. She was sucking it, all of it, gagging, slobbering, licking, stroking. Her wildness, her desperation felt better than anything she had ever done before. I could feel her energy. It was connected to mine. There would be no reluctance anymore. We were a pair. Our bond had been sealed.

Her head bobbed and twisted as she sometimes sucked, sometimes licked, occasionally looking up at me with eyes that I had not seen before. I'm sure she saw something similar in mine. Her hand stroked me with confidence and desire, as her mouth drifted down to my balls, taking one and then the other in her mouth. My fingers were in her hair, holding her head confidently. I could see her glistening, a mixture of sweat and sex coating her with a sheen of sensuality. She made noises of the hungry being fed, of the thirsty drinking. She was becoming all that I needed her to be.

'Fuck, we taste good,' she said breathlessly, having just pulled her mouth off my cock.

I pulled her up by her hair until she was standing against me, eyes locked together. Her hand refused to release my dick. We kissed as if we were finally alone for the first time as lovers. There was no rhythm. We were trying to swallow each other's souls. My hands were all over her body, restless and roaming. She finally released my cock and wrapped her arms around my back, pulling me tight against her. My hardness was pressed against her stomach and mine, squeezed by the passion between us. She hiked a leg to my hip and hooked it behind me.

'I need you back inside me right now,' she said as her mouth scoured my neck.

I reached down and grabbed her other leg, pulling her up against me. I am in good shape, and consider myself fit, but where this strength came from, the ease with which I lifted and held her, I couldn't understand. Was this because of the pill, too?

She locked her arms around my back, and in the most ancient and simple of ceremonies, I impaled her onto my manhood. That low, guttural moan poured out of her mouth again. Up and down she went, as I raised and lowered her hips. I could feel her arms matching the effort, though they shook from all that had come before. I picked up speed, and she picked up her response, the now familiar frenzy beginning to bubble on the surface. It was hard to get leverage. I needed to finish her off.

While still pumping in and out, I took quick, deliberate steps past the bed to the empty space on the wall near our window. I pressed her back tight against the surface, pinned her with pressure from my arms, and proceeded to hammer her like a demolition team. Her wordless grunts came roaring back. It sounded almost apelike, and it was then I realized she was matching my own sounds. I was somewhere deep in time, where beast became man. What was happening was instinct, a purpose built into the very fabric of my being. Letting that take over, it was drawing the same from Lydia.

All at once, she came again, and for the first time in my experience and certainly the first time in her life, she squirted. More like, she flooded. Lydia had always been a wet fuck during the rare hot moment we both were turned on, but this was something different. Her eruption soaked everything from my dick down to my feet. It hit the floor and the wall, and it took so much out of her that she nearly collapsed mid-scream. Her arms were draped around my shoulders and her head was buried in her neck. I carried her over to the bed and lay down. I rolled on my back so she could lie on my chest. I could feel her body's heat, and I knew she needed to wait.

From somewhere near my collarbone, I heard her breath turn to something else. I didn't sense sadness, but the unmistakeable feeling of tears hitting my skin made me curious. She lay there, crying, holding me as I held her. Our breathing began to sync, and we moved together, in and out, up and down, with each soft, passing moment. Then I felt her lengthen her rise and fall. She was moving up to my head and back down to my neck, ever so slowly, ever so slightly, and I realized I was still inside her. Lydia wanted more.

Her arms unwound from my body, and she slowly pushed herself up off my chest, her gorgeous breasts heaving in deep, restorative breaths. She had a smile now, gentle but firm, and the light in her eyes was still burning hot.

'This has been everything,' she said, as she rocked her hips back and forth.

I could feel her finding her rhythm. There is a beautiful motion only a woman can manage when atop a man, where their body moves in a sinuous, as serpent-like as temptation in Eden. She lifted her hands above her head and held her own hair, her tits fully on display, begging for attention. I let her work her own magic for a while, until I knew she was on the one-way road again. Only then did I reach up and take a breast in each hand. They were perfect. They always had been. She was the ideal mate, all of her made for what was happening. Lydia moaned and leaned in so I could suckle one in my mouth. As she did, I began to slowly thrust upwards.

Immediately she responded, lifting and holding her hips above mine, knowing what came next. Her body continued to move. I closed the space between us, the sound of body meeting body filling the room. Her hands fell onto my shoulders, her nails digging in, as the inevitable became her reality.

'HHHMMMmmm.'

Lydia was trying to hold back. She was savoring the moment. Her whole body felt like a bowstring, drawing further and further back. I could feel her beginning to unravel, to search out a place to let go. I waited. She would give me the sign when she was ready.

Her fingers dug deep and I heard her gasp. My hands quickly found her ass, and I took possession of it. I needed her to embrace this, to be who she was meant to be. My index finger again found its way to her virgin hole, and pressed it inside, this time without care, this time without worry. She bucked against me, cried out, and now I knew the moment had come.

As Lydia cried out, I wrapped my arms around her waist, sitting up and pushing forward all at once. We were pressed together, her chest crushed against mine, our bodies united as one, and she was soon in the throes of an orgasm that stretched the boundaries of reality.

'It's yours. It's yours, IT'S YOURS!' she screamed,

I squeezed her even tighter to my chest, wet with sweat and sex sticking against her, as I matched her bucking with harder and harder and harder thrusts. Everything but her went dark. We were alone, wherever we were. She had been finished, completed, her body's purpose fulfilled. All that was left was what was to come. And that was me.

I cupped her neck and squeezed, and her arms and legs gripped me even tighter, a deep sigh of pleasure and exhilaration. These were regions far beyond anything we had ever explored.

'Do you want my cum?' I said, absolutely flummoxed by the words themselves. I would never...

'All of it,' Lydia said, her mouth ravenously exploring my neck, my ears, and then finding my mouth.

She must be exhausted, I thought. and I couldn't believe she still had the energy. I couldn't believe I had the energy. I couldn't believe...

Instinct took over. My balls swelled with a speed they hadn't since my youth. My cock turned to stone, and I could see in Lydia's eyes that she could feel it, too. Her nails in my back confirmed everything.

I howled and let loose, my orgasm feeling like a firehose of the greatest pleasure anyone has ever experienced had been turned on and the handle removed. I saw stars, explosions, my mind drifted into worlds far beyond my own. Somewhere in the distance, I could hear screams of ecstasy.

'YES! YES! OHMYFUCKINGGOD YES!'

My vision returned, and there was my wife, her eyes wild with passion, her head cocked back, as I had a fistful of her hair. She looked crazed, a vicious smile curling around every word, until her words became unintelligible shouts of sound. She was cumming with me.

For hours it seemed, though it was maybe only a minute or so, we erupted together. I kept pulsing inside her, and it felt like a faucet being turned fully on and then fully off. Each time, Lydia let out her now familiar screaming grunt of pleasure. This was everything we were designed for.

It ended in collapse, for both of us. We fell sideways onto the bed, both of our heads hitting the pillows, her body limp and spent, though she continued to move with me inside her, as if the fucking could only stop when all was gone. We kissed, or our mouths met. Our tongues tried to tie themselves together as our lips locked on to one another. I felt her pull away, and I realized she had fallen asleep, mouth agape, her grip slowly loosening around my body. I had precious little time to admire her, my prize, as sleep began to take me as well. I could hear the sounds of the house everywhere, the wind outside, and her breathing.

Then I heard it. The sounds of rustling nearby. Footfalls on the ground outside, by the window, and what sounded like faint whimpering. I didn't move, and it slowly drifted away. Someone had seen us. I smiled. In ancient days, what had transpired would've been a display of power, of primacy. The leader consummating his relationship with the greatest female. The rest would fall in order and take their place in line. The other males would understand their place. No other could have what I have. No other could take what I take. Let them see. Let them know that I am first among many.

These thoughts continued as darkness came. My eyes closed, and I fell out of time completely. It was the deepest sleep I would have in years.

In my dreams, I wandered a forest, naked and alone, searching for something, I didn't know what. The air was cool but not cold, and I was careful with every step. I didn't want to make any noise. Around a large stone that marked a bend in a creek, I saw her. There, kneeling at the water's edge, was a dark haired woman with pale skin. She, too, was completely naked. She was dipping her hand into the water to take a drink. She stopped, tilted her head forward, and sniffed the air. She turned and saw me. Quickly she stood as her eyes locked with mine. They had an almost fiery glow. Her body was lithe and limber, thin and strong, and her breasts were perfectly sculpted to her figure. Her pubic hair matched her long, jet black mane. There was silence between us, and I knew my purpose here.

She dropped her chin down as her body tensed, and she gave a brief and sly smile before leaping across the creek and sprinting into the woods. I gave chase, running after her with all the speed I could manage. I was faster, but she knew these woods better, and for a time, the distance between us grew and then shrank. She was as agile as a panther, as she cleared rocks and trees in effortless bounds and leaps. For a second, I feared she would escape.

But the forest floor descended and ran to the edge of a narrow glade that spanned the banks of a river. As the ground grew level, my feet found their advantage, and I closed the gap. I had to catch her before the river, I thought, though I wasn't sure why. We were meters from the edge when I leapt and caught her, bringing us both down onto the soft, grassy earth. She spun around with a sinister smile and kicked at my chest with her leg. I caught her ankle, and her eyes widened. She clawed at my chest, as I seized one of her wrists and rolled her over. She squirmed, growled, and as her head craned back to look at me, I saw her grinning through clenched, white teeth. Her body relaxed a little, and she raised her hips up, spreading her legs and revealing her warm, wet mound. I looked down and saw my manhood swollen, throbbing, ready.

I awoke, almost instantly. There was no slowness in my body. I stretched and I felt the tension of the night before in every part of me. I took a breath and it was deeper than any I had ever taken.

Some pill, I thought, as my mind replayed every second of my experience. I couldn't believe what I had done. What we had done. What Lydia said and did and...

Lydia. I rolled over and she wasn't there. The light coming from the window onto her side of the bed showed that at some point, she had found her way under the covers. The lamps were off. How did I miss her? Then I heard the door to the closet in the bathroom creak. I rolled in the other direction to see Lydia walking as quietly as she could towards the door to the hallway. She was dressed in her tennis outfit. Of course she was. She played every Saturday morning. Only, this was the black tennis skirt she never wore, the first one she bought and then decided not wear because it was too short and light, and it showed more than it needed to, or so she said. She had paired it with a tight, white halter top with pink seams, its contours perfectly outlining her buxom breasts.

I moved to speak, but the animal decided to stand. Here we go again, I thought.

Lydia stopped and spun around, her eyes wide and anxious, but now accompanied by a smile.

'Hey tiger,' she said. 'I'm off to play tennis.'

I ignored her, grabbed her tight and kissed her. She had showered. The scent of her soap and shampoo filled my lungs. She pushed back after a few seconds.

'I'll be home after lunch, and I think we should...um...talk about last night.'

I didn't want to talk. I wanted to fuck. I spun her around and ran my hands over her breasts, I pressed into her, only then realizing how hard I was again. Would this ever stop?

'Mmm,' she said. 'Save it for after lunch, I'm going to be late.'

But she didn't mean it. This wasn't her any longer. I could feel that in her body, in her movement. I could smell it, too. I pressed her forward and bent her over the bed. She caught herself with her hands as I flipped her skirt over her ass. She was wearing a small pair of athletic underwear, almost a boxer-brief. Those pulled down without a fight. Underneath that, she had on a pair of cotton panties. I'm not sure why, but that emboldened me, turning a fire into an inferno. I snatched them down in a single motion, revealing a pink, wet, swollen mound. This would be quick.

'Paul...' she said, before I pressed the head of my cock inside her.

That was all it took. I heard her moan. I felt her give in to her instincts. I gripped her hips and built up both power and speed. Her legs were spread as wide as the underwear around her ankles would let them. Her knees were pressed against the bed. Her arms were barely holding her up. I pressed on. Despite all that had transpired, I needed this. It felt...necessary, somehow.

Lydia was moaning. I could feel how swollen she had become. Her poor pussy had a lot asked of it in the last 12 hours. More than it ever had, but not more than it ever would. No worries, I thought. I didn't need to last long.

In less than five minutes, her breathing was ragged again, as was mine. I was going cum. I was going to fill her up. I was going to send her out into the world clearly marked. They needed to know. She needed to remember.

I slapped her ass and she let out a soulful cry. Again, and she screamed again. Again, Again. Again.

'Fuck yes,' she said, as my hand connected again. She was now matching my thrusts with her hips. She was ready.

I spread her ass cheeks and spit in between them, my saliva landing just above her tight brown hole. My pace increased. So did hers. I gripped her right cheek, and ran my thumb down her seam until if found both my spit and her tight, pink circle. I pressed it inside. She yelped, but her hips changed angles, and now she was rising to meet my thumb. She liked it. My wife liked having something in her ass. When she returned from tennis, we would discover if she loved or regretted revealing this to me. In the meantime, I was about to explode.

Lydia turned around, her eyes filled with lust, her ass riding my hand as I fucked her wetness harder and harder.

'Give it to me. GIVE IT TO ME!'

She began to scream and I began to cum. As before. I emptied myself into her, growling as I did so. I managed to slap her ass a few times as I came, each one sending an electric shock through her system. As my tank ran dry, I slowed my thrusts, and then stopped. Lydia was still responding to my thumb. I pulled it out and she gasped. She spun around, put her hands on my chest for a moment, and then dropped to her knees, taking my shaft almost completely in her mouth on the way down. She licked it and sucked it, and spent nearly 30 seconds covering every inch. It was instinct. It was also my wife. I was the one who took the pill, but the change in me had provoked a change in her, too.

She stood up and kissed me.

'I love the way we taste,' she said. I immediately put my mouth on hers again.

Lydia sat on the bed and pulled off her athletic underwear and panties. She threw the panties over by the bathroom door and slipped on the athletic ones.

'One less thing to manage when I get home,' she said, standing back up. She gave my dick a squeeze. 'See you after lunch.'

She bounded out the door, and I realized she hadn't cleaned herself up. She was carrying my mark with her. Good girl. She understands now. I heard the front door open and close, and suddenly I was me again, or at least, mostly me. I was still naked, my dick was softer but still swollen, and I felt like I was in the middle of a 24-hour fitness challenge. I was starving. I was thirsty. I needed a shower.

I walked into the living room and looked toward the kitchen. The pie was still on the table. The plates with the slices were right where we left them--abandoned them. I wasn't sure if they'd still be good, but I put everything back in the fridge just in case. I grabbed a banana and nearly ate it whole, peel and all. I poured a large glass of water and chugged most of it in a few gulps. As I turned back toward the bedroom, a brilliant light stabbed my eyes. The sun had crested the neighbor's house across the way and was now billowing in through the half-open curtains. I walked over to close them and peered outside.

Across the street, our neighbors were outside, John and Autumn, both somewhere in their early 40s. John was a dentist in the Navy, and he worked at the base thirty minutes south of town. Autumn was a personal injury attorney who worked part-time for a large firm in town. She was gorgeous, so naturally they used her on all of their billboards. They had younger children, and the weekends always seemed spent ferrying them between sports games and birthday parties. They also fought a lot, which seemed to be fundamental to their relationship. 'Shake up, make up' is how my neighbor next door described it. This morning was no different. I could hear them clearly. John was going fishing. He forgot about Max's baseball game. He wasn't cancelling. Autumn had plans after the game. She didn't have a sitter. This was just a variation on their usual theme.

As John stepped towards his truck, a cloud moved in front of the sun, and I got a clear glimpse of Autumn. She was in a white tank top, braless, her stunning tits barely held under its cover. Her pajama shorts were a light blue with a whisper of lace around the edges. They made her ass look even rounder, as her tan, fit legs ran down to the ground. Her dirty blonde hair, her lips as she barked at John, all of it was one incredible, stunning package. I wanted her.

What?!? My mind came to. The pill was still working. I was hard as a rock again, my left hand slowly stroking my cock as my right held the curtain. No. No no no. I had never cheated. I would never cheat. But Autumn, she would be a prize for sure. She would give Lydia someone to compete against, someone to measure up to.

No. Stop. I had to step away. I tried, but my body was tense and locked in. Autumn. I needed to know how she felt. How she smelled. How she sounded. This would be easy. John would leave. I would help. I would find a sitter. I would invite her over. I would take her as mine.

I'm not sure what would've happened if that had gone on. I might've walked out into the front lawn stark naked, grabbed her, and carried her back home. I couldn't believe how the mere sight of a woman was enough to bring out that part of me again. The change had been more than welcome, but was this permanent? Was this a battle I would now always face? I was about to find out. The doorbell rang, and reality came racing back. Who was at the door at 8am on a Saturday? I assumed it was a package being delivered. It rang again, followed by a light knock.

'Just a minute!' I said. I raced into the bedroom and grabbed a pair of loose athletic shorts from my drawer. I threw them on as I ran back to the door and another knock. I opened it, half expecting a solicitor or someone handing out a campaign flyer. But it wasn't.

'Uh, hey Mr. Lawrence. I, uh, sorry for stopping by so early.'

Shit. Fuck. No. Goddamnit. No. No. No.

It was Kinsley, my son John's ex-girlfriend. She lived down the street and they had dated his junior and senior year in high school, and through the first two years of college. John broke it off two years ago, I think because he wanted more freedom at school. Kinsley didn't take it well, and neither did we. She was great for him, and so much fun around the house. Lydia and I talked often about the two of them getting back together.

She was just over five feet tall, dark tan, greenish eyes, brown hair with streaks of blonde, and the prettiest little lips. She had small, perky tits, and was thin all around. I always thought she was pretty. Now, I was thinking more. Now, I would find out who was really in control.

'Hi, Kins!' I said, reaching out for a hug. She hugged me back, tight. I could feel her tits against me. When she pulled back, her nipples were poking out through her light green tank top. Was she wearing a bra?

"SO good to see you, Mr. Lawrence. I...uh...I forgot my hat.'

'Your hat?' I said. She had gotten all of the things she had left here long ago.

'My parents and I are going to the beach today, and I remembered my hat. My favorite beach hat. I left it here, I think. In John's room.'

I looked her over. Her tight little gym shorts looked painted on. Maybe she couldn't see it, but there was a tension inside me, a battle raging.

'I'm happy to go look,' I said, in an overly measured tone.

'That's okay,' she said. 'I'm pretty sure I know exactly where it is.'

And with that, she bounced past me into the house, her hand ever so slightly brushing my throbbing member on her way past. Was that intentional? It had been poking against the fabric this entire time.

As she walked toward the hallway that led to the boys' side of the house, I closed the door and turned the lock. There may be more battles later on, but this time, the Con Vât had won...