A Special Anniversary (Reader Release)

Apologies for disappearing. I had a bunch of stuff all come up this weekend that pulled me away from writing and put me way behind on everything. I am still working on this month's Reader Plus Short but I've put up the first part so I thought I'd release last month's short for the rest of ya. I REALLY enjoyed this sappy little story, I hope you do too. ❤

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A Special Anniversary

I met Natalie Landry on one of those blisteringly cold Minnesota January nights that would freeze your lashes together if you blinked too slow. She was working as a volunteer at the coat check when I arrived. I didn’t take much notice of her as I passed my parka across to her then shook the chill from my bones. Short, pudgy, and bashful she was cute in her way but, blind idiot that I was back then, not what I considered a head-turner. At 22 years old I was at the peak of my powers and banging anything pretty enough to catch my eye. I wasn’t tall or built or hung or even particularly handsome yet my blue eyes, blond hair and brash California charm rarely failed me in the frozen land of the Vikings. And being openly bisexual I was rarely short of options for my sexual exploits. Bluntly put, I was a slut.

That night the university was putting on a 50’s themed Sock Hop to raise funds for the local women’s shelter. The cause was a good one but it could have been for new skate laces for our Golden Gophers for all I cared. My goal that night, as it was most nights, was to get laid. My admission fee helping someone out was just icing on the cake.

Being a dry event and sparsely attended thanks to the insane sub-polar temperatures outside the hunting was more of a challenge than usual. I had just struck out with a smokin hot frat boy and his bootylicious bimbo blonde girlfriend, both of whom I’d seriously misread as being more adventurous than they actually were, when I spotted that quiet, chubby coat check girl again sitting by herself in the corner of the ball room. She was smiling with her knee bobbing along to the music, perfectly content to stay there, invisible, and feed off the energy of the room. To this day I chuckle as I recall the panic in her emerald eyes when she realized that she’d drawn someone’s attention. She tried SO HARD to pretend not to see me as I approached her.

I remembered it like it was yesterday. I was in a vintage tan suit. She wore a pink and black poodle skirt. Her perfume was Chanel. Bill Haley and his Comets had the room swinging. I sat beside her and made a comment about the weather. Then she turned to me…and my life was never the same again. I, the ‘hunter’, had walked into a snare from which there was no escape. I was madly and hopelessly in love before my butt left the seat.

To this day I could not say what it was about her that so captured me. Once I got her talking I found her to be polite and charming and kind and sassy and insightful and silly and completely different from anybody else I’d ever met. I discovered that while she was a wallflower in a group when one on one she bloomed like I couldn’t believe. And she was smart. Crazy smart. She still wasn’t a ‘head-turner’ but that was because I dared not look away lest I lose sight of her. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her! Body and soul she was…beautiful! But it wasn’t any of these things, or maybe it was all of them, that made this wild man go tame. It took awhile to get her onto the dance floor but once I did we danced through ‘Earth Angel’ then right through the night, and we haven’t stopped since.

A year and half after that, on July 19th of 2014 to be precise, Natalie Landry turned this unworthy fuckboy into the luckiest man in the world by becoming Natalie Anderson. That was exactly ten very happy years ago today.

As I sit in my new Aston Martin in the driveway of our gorgeous San Francisco home I cannot help but reflect on that road that brought us here. I laugh as I remember our first anniversary. We were in Boston living in a tiny attic suite above a boisterous Iranian family in a scruffy area of town while Nat did her PhD and I learned the ropes of real estate. Back then we could barely scrape up enough to keep food in the pantry and all we had to our names was the old Corolla that my Dad bought me before I left home, yet we wanted for nothing. Looking down from Pacific Heights out onto the bay brings it home to me just how far we’d come. Though the miles we’ve traveled were joyous they weren’t without their bumps.

My mind drifts forward to our third anniversary which found me embroiled in the lawsuit that nearly ruined me. I’d closed a deal without crossing all the t’s, leaving myself exposed like only a rookie agent could. That had been a hard lesson, and an expensive one. My pride, my reputation and my confidence were left in tatters and our finances were glowing red across the board. I thought I was finished. Back then I couldn’t have believed that my career would eventually find me in the seat of a car like this, to say nothing about the bitchin dream property I was able to wheel and deal us into. As I looked for another job we were living off of her scholarship and sinking fast. I felt like a failure, I felt like I’d failed her. I felt like she could find a better man and that I wouldn’t blame her if she did. But never, not once, not ever, did Natalie let me drop my head or waver at my side. She would brighten my day with a joke and a laugh then talk about all of the sunny days to come. Had Natalie not been there to pick me up I might still be wallowing in that gutter to this day.

Hard as those times were there was worse yet to come. None more so than two years later when I had to rush Natalie to the emergency room in the middle of the night. It was just after midnight of our fifth anniversary when we learned the news that not only had we lost our unborn son but that having children at all was a path we could no longer explore. I look slowly to the passenger side. Peering past the bouquet that laid there to the supple leather below my mind’s eye showed me again the indelible crimson stain that marked our darkest day.

Our sixth anniversary was our most tense of our relationship. Natalie had dipped into a terrible depression. Though I hurt too it was my turn to be the strong one. Our love was as strong as ever but things had changed. We hadn’t had sex in a year and she had begun speaking more and more about how she was ‘holding me back’. She suddenly started talking about ‘open relationships’ and how she wouldn’t blame me if I wanted to sleep with other people, despite my insistence that my catting around years were well behind me. She had always been sensitive around the topic of my bisexuality, believing that I was somehow denying myself for choosing to remain loyal and monogamous, but the issue came to a head that night. When she noticed me checking out the butt of our cute Filipino waiter something came over her. Normally we’d playfully go back and forth about how hot we thought this or that person was on a ten point scale but that night Nat wasn’t in a playful mood. She told me point blank that she wanted me to start seeing other people sexually. She told me that she would never leave me and that she just wanted me to be happy. Right there in the middle of the restaurant I got down on one knee to tell her in no uncertain terms that she had spoiled me for anybody else. Then and now, I would rather live a thousand lifetimes of celibacy at her side than spend a single second in another’s arms. That night we made love again.

Anniversary number eight was a challenge in a whole different way. We had just moved to San Fransisco a month prior after Nat had accepted the position at the big biotech company that she continued to work at to this day. One of the perks of the job was a sizable ‘health and wellness’ credit which we could spend on anything related to mental or physical well-being. For some fool reason I’d gotten it in my head that I was going to dive head first into the West Coast fitness culture and become the next Arnold. My enthusiasm ended up being contagious as Natalie decided that she too wanted to get into it. And so, with her credit, we got ourselves an entire home gym; weights, benches, press machines, the works. July 17th I set the whole thing up in our basement and on the 18th Natalie and I went down for our first workout. By the evening of the 19th…we could barely move! Sore didn’t even come close to describing our agony. But suffering shared is suffering enjoyed. We laughed at ourselves and each other as we oohed and aahed through our anniversary evening, both of us walking like Frankenstein monsters. We did manage to have sex that night but slowly and gently, and not without me getting a paralyzing glute cramp right at the moment of climax. Never had I endured a moment of such pain and pleasure. Never had we laughed harder as after the fact.

My trip down memory lane left me wondering what our tenth would bring. Natalie had insisted that I leave the planning this year up to her as she wanted to surprise me with something special. Thanks to the loose lips of her mom I’d uncovered my wife’s plot of gathering some friends and family for an intimate ceremony where we would renew our vows and from that same source I also learned that the scheme had fallen apart due to logistical issues. Yet I knew something big was still in the works. Last night she’d been a giggly bundle of nerves and this morning I was surprised to wake to an empty bed and, as I would soon discover, an empty house. The only trace of Nat I found was a little folded card on the kitchen island that simply read ‘Love you!’. All day she’d been avoiding my calls and replying in short, cryptic messages to my texts. Something was afoot and I was about to find out what.

Grabbing the bouquet I jump out of the car and trot up the walk with a spring in my step. The sky was blue and clear. The hot summer sun was balanced off by the refreshing breeze off the bay to make it an ideal 72 degrees. It couldn’t have been more different than that howling winter night we’d met and yet…waiting for me inside the door was that very same coat check girl from over decade ago and nearly two thousand miles away. Same poodle skirt, same smile, and same twinkling green eyes.

I’m not a weepy kind of guy but I actually had to stop to compose myself lest a tear escape my eyes.

Seeing her in that dress again brought it all home to me in a flash. The more I looked at my gorgeous spouse the more the changes began to stand out from that shy college girl all those years ago. Her curly brown hair was shorter, reaching down to just her shoulders now and not much longer than my own wavy blond locks. Back then she’d been a cutey, her diminutive five foot height amplifying her cherub cheeked adorableness, but in the years since she had matured into the full ripeness of her beauty. Those wonderful emerald eyes now revealed a soul that had lived a life, that had been through hardship and come out the other side, that had loved and continued to love deeply.

But the most obvious difference was that she filled that dress out in a whole different way, so much so that I could tell that it had been altered for her new physique. Nat still had the big boobs and the wide hips from back then but to these she’d added bulging biceps and thick, hard-earned muscles all around. While I had given up on my bodybuilding dreams within a month of getting our gym Nat had been bitten by the fitness bug and had been pumping iron ever since. She was hardly shredded and still carried enough body fat to keep her soft and round but the transformation was incredible. I’d never been into buff gals before but now that Natalie was one of them it was the only kind of gal I wanted.

Despite all the changes she captures my heart just the same as the first time.

“Mr. Anderson.”

“Mrs. Anderson.”

She giggles and steps forward, holding out her hands. “May I take your jacket?”

“How about these instead?” I lay the big bouquet of roses in her arms.

“Mmm.” She smells them. “These will do.”

We laugh then share a kiss.

“I didn’t even know you still had this thing.” I say, looking her up and down. “You look…stunning.”

“Thank you, baby.” She smooths the side of her skirt. “I kept it, just like you kept your suit.” She nods toward the stairs. “I have it laid out on the bed for you. We’re going out dancing.”

“We’re going out like this?”

“Mm hm.”

“Is there another Sock Hop or…”

“Mm mm.” Shakes her head no. “We’re just going out. I’ve got reservations at Scoma’s then I thought Madrone’s for dancing?”

“Scoma’s? Madrone’s? Like this?” I say, surprised. Even now Natalie hated to draw attention to herself when among people she didn’t know and going to the popular waterfront eatery followed by the trendy art bar in vintage 50’s attire was certainly going to turn heads.

She takes a breath and nods. “Like this.”

“Okay then.” I smile. “I won’t be long.”

“Erik.”

“Hm?”

She looks down at the roses a moment then back up. “Things didn’t exactly…um…go to plan for this evening.”

With a warm grin I step close and caress her shoulder. “I know.”

This stuns her a moment. “You do?”

“I heard.”

“You did!?” Her brows furrow in genuine confusion.

“Your mom.” I say. “She let it slip when we were talking the other week.”

“Mom?” She blinks. “Oh. Oh! Oh that. Yeah, right. I didn’t…um…” Her voice fades and she lets out a nervous laugh. “Anyway. I’m just saying, keep an open mind.”

“How mysterious!”

She titters and pinches my ass. “Go get dressed, you.”

With that she turns and makes for the kitchen to put the flowers in water. As I always did when she was walking away from me I pause moment to check out her big, beautiful behind. It was as great as ever but…something was off. My wife’s smoothly swaying gait was all wrong. She was walking kind of bow-legged, like some old cowboy with a saddle sore.

“Nat?”

“Mm?” She looks back at me over her shoulder.

“You okay?”

“Huh?" It takes her a moment but she quickly realized to what I was referring. “Oh, yeah. I, uh, tweaked an adductor today working out.”

“Ooo, groin pull?”

“It’s nothing.” She says, an impish gleam in her eyes. “Maybe I’ll start a trend. Maybe everybody’ll be doing it soon. Maybe…he he he…you’ll be walking funny tomorrow too.”

I chuckle and roll my eyes. I loved my wife with all my heart but sometimes even I didn’t understand her humor. Before long I am showered, shaved, freshened up and in the cheap tan suit that had been laid out for me. I was happy to find that I still fit into the suit, maybe a smidge tight around the waist but otherwise just the same as way back when. Looking at myself in the mirror I cannot help but grin. The sleeves of the jacket were a touch to short, the shoulders a bit too broad, and the cloth a stiff polyester blend. If my clients could see me now they’d think I’d fallen onto hard times. In the past couple of years I’d become accustomed to my bespoke tailored suits fitting just so and seeing this old thrift store special again brought back the all memories and all the happiness all over again. My belt alone cost more than the rest of my outfit but tonight nothing else would do.

“Ooooo!” Natalie hoots as I stride down the stair tugging at my cuffs. “Hot stuff!”

“I know it.” I wink. “Try and control yourself.”

“No promises.”

The evening that follows is…perfect. Simply perfect. Thoughts of work and worries are banished tonight as Natalie and I focus only on us. At the restaurant, as always happened, we are mistaken for tourists by our server and, as always, we play along. The assumption was natural given Nat’s strong Minnesotan accent along with her utterly charming ‘you betchas’ and ‘don’tcha knows’. Our delectable seafood feast is followed by a romantic walk along the water where our stand out fashion does end drawing some eyes. When it happens Natalie just smiles and sidles closer beside me. From there we head to the bar and a couple of sweaty hours worth of dancing. As a natural extrovert I am thriving in bustling energy of the crowd. Though it didn’t come natural for her my wife too gets into the vibe.

This anniversary when she catches my glance briefly following the pretty face then the impressive bulge of a hot twink who squeezed through us on his way to the door she quips. “8.”

I grin. “8 point 5.”

We laugh and carry on dancing.

As night’s out go it couldn’t have gone much better, though there were a few minor oddities along the way. The first was the weird way Nat was moving. She showed no indication of discomfort like a groin injury might bring yet she didn’t seem quite comfortable either. She kept squirming and shaking her hips and repositioning, and not once had she closed or crossed her legs. I was starting to wonder if maybe she’d gotten an embarrassing boil or something and worried that whatever it was bothering her it might make nookie tonight a challenge. The second were the funny looks she was giving me throughout the evening. She was definitely enjoying herself and definitely as horny as I was but there was a…tension and an…intensity that I’d never seen in her before. Third, and maybe the one true blemish of the evening, was her retreat to the washroom the only two times anything approaching a slow dance was played. She loved to slow dance as much as I did. Why was she avoiding it? The oddities were adding up. Then finally was that as awesome as tonight was it wasn’t anything above or beyond one of our usual date nights. Not that I was complaining, I was having a great time, but I had this niggling sense that something had yet to be sprung even though we were quickly running out of day. She’d told me to keep an open mind, but for what?

We were in the cab on our way home and still there was nothing to mark this as our special tenth anniversary celebration. For a few minutes I wondered if the cabbie was a plant and he was actually taking us to some fancy hotel or some such thing but nope, he was just a cab driver.

“Ten years.” Nat sighs softly as she snuggles against my side. “Ten years since I said ‘I do’. Gosh, it feels like yesterday.”

“And here’s to ten more.” I kiss her. “And another ten.” I kiss her again. “And another. And another. And another.” With each decade I smooch my swooning wife’s plump lips.

Once home I pay the driver, I always did all the talking and paying when it came to face to face encounters with folks Nat didn’t know, and soon we are on the sidewalk looking out over the twinkling lights of the city that stretched out down the hill toward the bay. With my arm around her shoulders we take a moment just to take in the night. It wasn’t long though before she was squirming again.

“What is going on with you tonight?”

“Gosh darn it!” She mutters as she wiggles her hips as she were spinning an invisible hula hoop. “I don’t know how you guys do it.”

“Do what?”

“Never mind.” She turns to face me, takes my hands, and looks up into my eyes. “Erik, do you remember how you carried me across the threshold after we got married?”

With a chuckle and a blush I nod. Given her weight at the time that gesture had not been the most graceful one of my life. I damn near dropped her before even making it to the door.

She giggles. “Your face was as red as a beet.”

“But I did it.”

“You did.” She says warmly. “And now it’s my turn.”

“What the…? HEY!” The next thing I knew I was off of my feet and cradle in her arms! “Ha ha ha! Heyyy! This isn’t how it’s supposed to go!”

Nat ignores my protests and focuses on making it to the front door. My weight wasn’t easy for her, and her face was taking on a pinkish hue itself, but thanks to years of heavy lifting my five foot nothing wife carries me to our front door. There’s a moment of panic when we arrive and she realizes that the door needed to be unlocked but I was already prepared and unlock it for us. We step through just as her arms were beginning to tremble. Once the door was closed behind us she sets me down and smiles up at me looking rather proud of herself.

“My hero!” I swoon.

Catching me in her strong arms she holds me in a dip and kisses me deeply. When the kiss parts she gazes down into my eyes…and I knew that our final destination was close at hand. In love and in lust we walk hand in hand up to our bedroom. Once I inside she breaks from me. Picking something off of the dresser she spins back around, her poodle skirt rising by a foot as she does, and gives me a coy smile. I tilt my head curiously. She raises her hand and hits a button on the remote control. A moment later the silky tones of ‘Earth Angel’ fills the room. Slipping the remote into a pocket she glides back to me, her arms outstretched.

“May I have this dance?”

As I take her in my arms, hold her close, and at last start to sway in the slow dance we both yearned for all evening I whisper. “Wasn’t that my line?”

“Mmmm.” She lays her head on my chest.

The dulcet notes of our first dance float around us as we rock in place in the middle of our bedroom. It was magical. It was wonderful. It was…

“Um.”

“Hmm?” Natalie sighs dreamily.

“Nat?” I pause and look down. With a shift of my hips I move and once more feel the shape of something against beneath her dress that wasn’t there before. “What’s that?”

Stepping back from me Natalie takes my hands and squeezes them tight. A jumble of emotions flash across her face. Trepidation, excitement, amusement, anxiety and a few more I couldn’t identify all flit by in a matter of seconds.

She takes a breath and summons her courage. “Erik. I’ve done something rather foolhardy and you’re probably not going to be happy about it. Not at first anyway.”

“Natalie.” I say. “Have you been wearing that strap-on all night? No wonder you’ve been acting so funny.” Bringing her hand to my mouth I kiss it lightly. “Baby, I told you what I thought about toys.” Given my predilections we had, of course, experimented with toys in the past but they just never did it for me. I had no issue with those who liked them but for me it had to be the real thing or nothing at all. When I was with a lover, especially Natalie, it was THEM I wanted and not some piece of lifeless plastic. And when we did try Nat didn’t get much out of the experience either. I was surprised that she’d decided to try it again on such a special night. “I appreciate the thought but…I want you, baby. Just you.”

“Me.” She echoes, looking down at her skirt. “Yeah, well, there’s a lot of me to love.”

I squeeze her hands. “You are always just enough for me.”

Slowly my wife looks up into my eyes. “Erik. I’m not wearing a strap-on.”

“Then what…?”

I fall silent as Natalie pulls up her dress. Slowly and steadily she reveals her thick, shapely thighs until a pantie clad lump that shouldn’t have been there peeks into view. There she pauses…then tugs the rest of the skirt up to reveal the reason she’d been walking funny all night long. Snug inside of her lacy white panties was a bulge that looked suspiciously like a pair of balls and a slumping cock over top. Even stranger the package was comically large. She was right. It wasn’t a strap-on. They didn’t make those partially flaccid like this one was. Was it some kind of realistic prosthetic for those with gender dysphoria? What was going on here?

Some of my silent questions are answered a moment later when Nat pulls down the front of her panties and a huge semi-soft cock flops out to swing between her legs. I blink…and I blink…and I blink again as I look for any signs of glue or straps or anything that might be holding the fake penis onto my wife’s body. Damn! It looked so…real! Wriggling her hips she pushes her panties lower to let her big balls hang free and demonstrate to me that it wasn’t her underwear holding it all in place. As I stand there gawking at the phallus…it twitches!

“It moved!” I gasp.

“Yeah.” She says, looking down at it. Rocking back and forth she gets it swinging. “It’s been doing that all night.”

“Wh-Wh-What?”

She drops her skirt, covering her groin again and allowing me to refocus, then clicks off the golden oldies that suddenly clashed so discordantly with the moment. Once my eyes meet hers again she explains.

“You know I’m in genomics but I’ve never gone into detail about just what we do at my work and, bless you, you’ve never pushed me to tell you. I’ve signed so many NDAs and confidentiality agreements I thought it was just easier not to say anything to anybody. If the company found out what I’ve done…ohhh boy. Big trouble, don’tcha know.”

“What…have you done, Natalie?”

“F-74. Formula 74. It’s an experimental treatment. It temporarily turns female mammals hermaphroditic.”

“Hermaphro…wha?”

“We’ve been in the animal testing phase for months with very few issues. The change generally lasts 16 to 30 hours with no aftereffects. I’m the first human to test it but the risks are minimal. Every test and indicator seems to show that we ironed out all of the issues with 73. Dr. Bailey has…”

“Test? Test it? First human to test it!?”

“I told you you wouldn’t be happy.”

“Natalie!”

“I know! I know.” She says. “But…the only known complications involve the sex organs and, well…it’s not like my womb was working anyway. I’m all scrambled up down there. What did I have to lose?”

“Oh, Nat.” I step forward and wrap my arms around her. Kissing her head I whisper. “There’s plenty to lose. If anything happened to you…I couldn’t.”

“Nothing is going to happen to me.” She hugs me back. “Except a gosh darn good time with the man I love.”

Taking her by the shoulders I hold her out at arms length to look at her. “You did not seriously take an experimental drug for our 10th anniversary.”

“Surprise!”

“Nat!” I laugh despite the seriousness of what she’d done. “That’s nuts, baby.”

“A gal’s allowed to go a bit nuts once a decade, isn’t she?” She smiles and bats those big green eyes. “The more I thought about it the more I…wondered. Wondered what it was like, what it felt like, ya know? And I know how much you’ve been missing, erm, the other option.”

“Baby. How many times do I have to tell you that you’re all I want? I’m not missing anything.”

“Well, now there’s even more of me to want.” She rubs my arm. “And now I’ve got more of you to discover.”

I raise a brow. “Oh?”

“I mean, why should only dudes get to know what MY husband’s ass feels like?” Reaching around she gropes my butt. “That’s my keister!”

“Nat!”

“You can’t tell me you’re not curious.”

“OF COURSE I’m curious!”

“He he he! Me too!” She swivels her hips again. “I haven’t had a chance to even do anything with it. Feels funny without the panties. I’m just…dangling.”

“Pffft! This is some kind of prank. You got some Hollywood prosthetic artist or something to do that.” I start looking around. “Am I being filmed?”

She giggles. “No prank. And if you don’t believe me, why don’tcha check it out for yourself.”

“Come on, you.” Taking her hand I lead her to the bed. Along the way she shuffles out of her panties that had dropped to her ankles. I was still on the fence as to whether to buy this cockamamie story. Normally I would have believed anything Natalie told me but this was so outrageous and so…impossible! It was the stuff of bad science fiction. Sitting down on the edge of the bed I stand my wife in front of me. “The poodle’s gotta go.” Reaching behind my smiling spouse as she plays with my long blond hair I unzip the skirt the pull it down over hips. As the skirt drops it brushes across her cock to make it bounce in a most realistic way. “Alright, lemme see this thing.”

“He he he.” Still playing with my hair my wife watches.

Leaning close I narrow my eyes as I closely inspect the root where old Natalie met the new. I could see nothing but healthy flesh. Slowly my eyes pan down over the new organ. It looked and smelled genuine, and when I touch the shaft it felt as warm and living as the rest of her.

“It’s real!”

“Told ya.”

“It’s…BIG!”

She titters. “Uh, yeah. Remember when I said things didn’t really go to plan? That’s what I meant. I wasn’t expecting that.” She motions to her junk. “I don’t think it’s a dosage issue. Maybe I’m just naturally…hung?”

Gently I wrap my hand around her soft shaft and feel it swell inside my grip. “Geez!”

“I think it’s bigger soft than yours is hard.”

“It is not!” I say defensively, before admitting. “Shit. It is too.”

“Whoops.”

I flop her cock up and down. The thing was heavy and meaty. My own pecker was just a hair under five and half inches at full mast and about as big around as my grip. Natalie’s was already past six inches, obviously thicker, and still growing.

“I’m feeling kinda emasculated here.”

“Good gravy.” She pinches my ear. “Just because your wife has WAYYYYY bigger cock than you do…OOO!” She hops as I pinch and tug her scrotum. “Heyyy!” With a giggle she pets my head. “Just sayin.”

I chuckle. “Damn, baby. It’s still growing.”

“I’m not sure how big it gets.” She says as we both watch her penis expand. “Have you had one this big?”

“Nope.” I answer.

“Even that rugby player?”

“Not even close.”

She grins. “Good!”

“Is that male ego I’m hearing?”

“He he he! Never.” She lets out a sigh as I gently rub the spongy meat of her shaft. “Mmm. That feels nice. So…different. It’s starting to feel more…sensitive.”

“You haven’t felt anything yet.” With that I pull the small bit of foreskin she had back and rub my thumb across her fat glans.

“OH!” She gasps, her eyes flaring wide. “Oh my God!”

“See.” The more I massaged my wife’s huge cock the more I was getting used to it and the more that old appetites began to stir. “You shaved.”

“Pubic hair loss is part of the process. It grows back.”

“Hmmm.” With my free hand I cup her big pair of balls to give them a little lift and squeeze.

“OOO! Ohhhh geez!”

“Sensitive?”

“Uh huh!”

“Heh!” Wiggling my fingers I start to juggle her nuts.

“Ooo! Oh! Gentle!” She squirms and her cock’s steady growth doubles in speed. “Eeee!”

“What’s this now?” Lifting her sack I hunch down to peek under. My eyes snap back up to hers. “You’ve still got a pussy!?”

“I told you. Hermaphroditic. I’m the full meal deal, baby.”

“Meal deal?” I say, my eyes widening as her penis begins to lift and fully stiffen. I thought such a prodigious member would be more a shower than a grower but it just kept getting bigger! “You’re a whole buffet! Holy shit!”

“Is that big?” She asks, knowing damn well it was, as she begins to unbutton her shirt. “Do I have a big dick, baby?”

“No. It’s not big. It’s fucking HUGE!”

Fuck! My wife’s monster schlong had grown to become longer than my forearm and thicker than my wrist! I let it go to see it stand under it’s own power. As it hovers there a foot from my face I can only sit in awe. It was easily the biggest I’d seen either live or on screen and, because it was attached to her, the most beautiful. It was thick and straight with throbbing veins along the smooth shaft and a big ruddy helmet to top it off. That hung rugby player’s dick that Nat spoke of had dwarfed mine and hers dwarfed his even more! It’s incredible proportions lit up my lust like not other cock ever had. Larger than life and belonging to the woman I loved…it was perfect! It is only as she peels out of her shirt and her massive member flexes to its full glory that a pang of fear cuts through my libidinous haze. She wanted to fuck me with that thing!? She was gonna split me in two!

Bap!

Nat interrupts my slack-jawed gawking with a clubbing slap to my cheek with her giant member. “You’re not afraid, are ya Erik?” She strokes her dick. “Of little ol’ me?”

“Uh…no! Never! Not me!” I say. “Although…it is pretty big.”

“Yes it is.” She says with pride. “And you’re gonna take it like a man.”

“Uhhh…”

“I’ve been waiting over ten years to fuck you as good as you’ve fucked me.”

With that she unfastens her bra and drapes it around the back of my neck. Suddenly she was nude and I was still fully clothed. I pan up her thick, voluptuous body. No matter how many times I saw it I never had my fill of it. Her physique is soft and curvy in all the right ways but the subtle contours of her powerful musculature showed through just enough to give the fat shape and structure. Her fair skin was smooth with cute little moles here and there for the eye to follow. Her tits, big and heavy, hung like great raindrops and the prominent milk chocolate colored nipples pointed slightly up at the same angle as her as her cock.

“Fuck, baby.” I whisper. “You look so fuckin good tonight.”

“Mmmm.” She arches her back to thrust her perfect breasts higher.

My eyes fall back down to the Minnesota mamba in front of me. “You’ve really been waiting ten years to fuck me?”

“He he he! It’s crossed my mind once or twice.” Her left hand combs through my hair. Her right hand grips the base of her cock, her petite fingers looking even smaller as they tried to wrap around her girth. “Hungry?”

“Baby…I’m fucking starving!”

“Ahhmm!” In one great chomp I wrap my lips around her tip and suck! “Mrrrmmm!”

“Oh, Cripes!” She gasps, her body shuddering. “Oh wow! Holy…OHHHH!”

Her lilting womanly moan and the throbbing meat filling my mouth simultaneously satisfies two desires I never thought would go together, the combination lifting my libido into new realms of joy. I had meant every word of what I said to Nat about her being the only lover I would ever be with again but OHHHHHH I could not deny the thrill of having a hard cock in my maw again. And it being so fucking big just scratched that itch like nothing else could. I had to stretch my jaw to the limit but get her in and begin to give her head.

“Mrm! Mmm! MMMM!” I wrap both my hands around her shaft, with space in between, and bob on my wife’s penis. Sucking and slurping and tonguing her head I blow my baby. “Mmm! Mmm! MMM!”

“Ohhh, geez! Erik!” Both hands now on my head she holds it tight as her hips begin to rock to my rhythm. “Oh my God! OH MY GOD!”

I hadn’t sucked a dick in over a decade but, like riding a bike, I found my old BJ skills had not been forgotten. Loud and sloppy I smooch her dripping tip. “Nnngh!” I groan as I swirl my tongue around her swollen knob. “Mmmmm!” Turning my head I run my wet lips down then up one side of her cock and then the other. I even sneak in a lick to her nuts before rushing back to latch back onto her cock and suck, suck, suck. “Mm! Mm! Mm!”

“ERIK!” She cries. “I think I’m gonna…” Her body trembles and her face screws up in a hilarious pursed cringe. “Oh no!”

Popping off her tip I chuckle. “Already? We just got sta…”

“NNNNGHHHH!!!”

The next moment I am blasted with a huge, hot rope of fresh cum! “Gah!” Swiftly I clamp back down onto her tip as her rod throbs in my hands. “GLRG!” The jizz pumping out faster than I could swallow I do my best with Nat’s first bust nut. The one of a kind sweet-bitter-salty flavor floods my senses and reminds me of just how much I’d missed it. Never had I tasted semen so fucking good. “MMM!”

“OOHHHH! OH MY GOD! OHHHHHHH!!!” Gripping my head tightly she pushes deeper to feed her load straight down my gulping throat. “Yessss! Swallow my cum, baby! Ohhhhh myyyyy God!!!”

“GLRP! GLP! Schlrp!” So much! So much cum!

With cum gliding down my throat and streaming from my lips down onto my suit I am held in place until Nat was done with me. With a shudder and a shake Nat’s climax comes to an end. There is a moment of still with just the sound of Nat’s huffing breaths before she, rather sheepishly, pulls her dick from my mouth.

“Ohhhhh.” She mewls. “Ohhh my God, baby!”

“I knew I was good.” I say, licking her creamy seed from my lips. “I didn’t know I was THAT good! And that’s with ten years of rust.”

“Quit teasing.” With an embarrassed blush she softly slaps my shoulder. “It felt so good! I couldn’t help it! It just…BOOM!”

“Mmm.” I smile and kiss her spent cock. “Happens to everyone.”

“You’ve never cum that quick.”

“Well, everyone else.”

She giggles. “You’re patronizing me.”

“Me!? Never.” I wink. Taking her hands pull her down onto me. Straddling me she sits on my lap, her wet schlong slumped against my shirt. Looking up in her eyes I ask softly. “How was it?”

“Amazing!” She says. “Better than that! Ohhh, Erik. I can’t even describe it. It’s kinda the same but…kinda completely different.”

Seeing her glow, hearing her excitement, the taste of her very first load in my mouth, I am filled with happiness at having the unique privilege of introducing my wife to the joys of having a penis.

“Uh oh. I think she’s hooked.” Wrapping my arms around her I pull her close and start to suck on her big, supple breasts.

“Ohhhhhh.” She sighs, her body relaxing into mine.

As I lick and suck her tits she pulls my jacket over my shoulders then pulls it off of me. Soon we were on the move, migrating to the center of our bed as my clothes were removed along the way. By the time I was laying my head and shoulders on our pillows I was down to just my boxers which Natalie was already in the process of removing. As my erection pops free…she giggles. Not a mean-spirited or mocking giggle, but a playful one. It was still a reaction I wasn’t used to.

“Hey now. Be nice.” I chide. “We can’t all be hung like porn stars.”

“They’re just so…different!” Crawling up between my legs she slaps her fat, flaccid cock over mine, eclipsing my peck and balls with just her shaft. “Where’d he go?”

“Ha ha ha! You’re going to be incorrigible about this, aren’t you?”

“I’m just so…BIG! He he he! I can’t get over the difference.”

Flexing my dick so that it sloughed her limp weight off of it I say. “Small but mighty. Remember David and Goliath?”

“He he he!” She rubs her dick back and forth across mine, her warm balls engulfing mine.

“Looks like Goliath’s already been slain.”

“Hey! She’s just taking a breather.” She slaps my dick with hers. “And her name is Ingrid.”

“Ingrid?”

“Goliath’s sexy sister. She’s a Valkyrie. And she’s come for revenge!”

“Pfff! Ha ha ha!” I rub up and down her arms then across to cop a squeeze of her tits as she continues to play with her dick and mine. I was loving every second of this. For some reason my sweet vertically challenged spouse being hung like a horse delighted me to no end. I loved her cock! It was as much a part of her as her awesome ass and tits and pussy and everything else I adored about her. It somehow felt…right. Like some ultimate reward for reforming my slutty ways and becoming her man for life. “I love you so gosh darned much.”

“You’re mocking me again!”

“Never.” I say. “Well, maybe a little.”

“Big talk, little man.” She fwap, fwap, fwaps her penis down on mine. The more she played with it the more solid it was getting. After a few more quips and giggles she gets serious. “Erik, am I too big?”

“No, baby.” I smile. “You’re perfect.” Reaching down I take a hold of her cock and start to stroke it. “We’ll just…take it slow and gentle, okay?”

“Okay.” She beams back. “I can’t wait to fuck you.”

“Ooo!” I shiver.

“What?”

“I think I came a little just then!”

“PFFF!”

I pull her down on top of me and we begin smooching and groping. As we do I cannot help but notice a difference in my wife. Never had she been so…aggressive as we make out. Her grab harder, her kisses deeper, and the straining hardness against my belly left no secret of her lust for me. Whether it was inflated passion, confidence, dick-swinging machismo, or just the magic of our anniversary Natalie was asserting herself like never before, and I liked it!

“Ohhh, I love you!” I sigh between sucking kisses to her shoulder. “Hmmm!”

“I want youuuu.” She thrusts her rock hard cock against my stomach. Nipping and nibbling across my chest Natalie whispers. “Tell me what to do, Erik.”

“Lube.” I answer directly. “And lots of it.”

Moving quickly, her haste revealing the urgency of her lust, she crawls to my side of the bed to retrieve the lubricant we used when I went back door on her. As she goes I marvel at the stiffness and strength of her erection. I thought a monster like that would be drooping under its own weight but Natalie’s remained stiff as board and sort of bobbed along beneath her as she crawled.

“Do I need a condom?”

“Do I use one with you?”

“No, I just…I wasn’t sure.”

“Come here, baby.” Reaching out I welcome her back on top of me and kiss her deeply.

She enjoys the kiss but she was past the making out phase. “I want youuuu!”

Her green eyes flash and her cock surges with desire. Without waiting for my go ahead she kneels up and pushes my legs as far apart as they would go. When she picks up the bottle of lube I hold out my hand. After a pause she squirts a copious dollop onto my fingers then drizzles some over the top of her towering rod. Seeing how fast this was going and how impatient she was I immediate begin working my hole.

Fingering myself furiously I look up at her. “I can’t believe this is happening.”

“Me neither.” Her hands glide up and down her cock, spreading the lube until it shone from base to tip. “Ohhh, this feels good!”

“Careful now.” I say. “Slow down when you feel it coming on.”

“Mm.” She nods.

Knowing it wouldn’t be long now I force myself to relax and dip back into my old bags of tricks when I could focus in on and control the state of my sphincter. It was all coming back quick. And a good thing too. I was going need every trick I had to handle that ass buster!

She shuffles closer and presses her tip to my anus before I’d even pulled my hand away. “Like this?”

Taking a hold of the end of her cock I nod. “Doing fine, babe. Now…slow and easy.”

“Slow and easy.” She says as she pushes forward.

“Hngh!” I grunt as the pressure against my back door builds. Letting her dick go I lay back and start some deep breathing. “That’s it. Slow.”

“And easyyyy.” Leaning her weight forward she pushes once more. At that same time I open myself up.

“Ohhh! OHHHH! OHHH FUUUUUCKKK!!!” My groans grow as she penetrates and begins to enter. The moment she was inside of me and I felt her sphincter stretching girth I should have cried out ‘wait’ but my mental circuitry was blowing fuses all over. Otherwise paralyzed all I could do is quiver and shout. “FUCK! HOLY FUCK! HNNGH!!!”

“Slowwww and eaaasssyyy!” Despite my grunts and cries she continues doing what she thought she should and continues to push deeper and deeper and DEEPER! “Ohhh, this feels soooo gooood! You’re so tight! Ohhhh!”

“GNNGHHH!!!” She pushes right past the deepest depths that rugby player reached without even slowing down. My toes curling, my eyes rolling back in my skull, I continue to quiver as my wife destroys my hole and FILLS my guts. My deep groans rise into whimpers as she claims my ass as her own. “Hmmmmmmm!”

“Yeahhhh!” She mewls as after what felt like an eternity inside a minute she presses balls deep. With a sweet smile she pets my twitching, leaking dick. “We did it!”

“FUCKIN…FUUUUUUUUCK!!!” I scream to the heavens. “OHHH FUCK YOU’RE STRETCHING MEEEEEE!!!”

“Oh!” She startles at my deafening reaction. Her only experience with anal was when I did it to her, and with lube I slipped in pretty easy, and that one time we tried the toy before quickly abandoning it, but that toy was nowhere close to her dimensions. Seeing me shake and gasp she begins to panic. “Wh-What should I…?”

My hands snap down to grab her arms. “Wait, wait, wait. Don’t move. Don’t…fucking….moooove…nnnggh!”

“Golly!”

“Fuck you’re big, baby.” I whine. “Holy shit you’re big!”

“I’m hurting you!”

I shake my head no, though that wasn’t quite true. “Just…fuck…just gimme a second. Holy shit! Fuck…you’re tearing me up!”

She begins caressing my chest, unsure what else to do. “I love you!”

“Hahhhh! Fuck.” I gasp. “Love you too, baby. Hmmmm!” Gradually the agonizing stretch and the ache of her depth hitting parts uncharted begins to ease. Grabbing my ass cheeks I spread them wide and pull my legs up and out as far as they could go. I close my eyes and…breathe. “Whoooooo.”

“Baby?”

“Mm?”

“I’m inside of you.” Natalie flexes her cock to let me feel the surge in my bowels.

“I noticed!”

“You feel really nice.” Tenderly she begins to stroke my dick and play with my balls.

After a few more deep breaths I open my eyes to see her big emerald eyes gazing down on me. “Wow!”

She giggles. “You’re okay?”

“I’ll never be the same but…I’m good! Holy shit!” I gulp down another few breaths. “You’re fucking crushing my prostate. Mmm.”

“Is that bad?”

“It’s good! It’s really…really…good. Ohhh my God.”

“Erik?”

“Mm?”

“Can I fuck you now?”

I let out a laugh with only makes the crazy feelings down below go even more bonkers. “GEEZ! Hahhhh. Yeah…just…”

“Slow and easy.”

“Slow and easy.” Hooking her hands around the top of my thighs she pulls back three, five, seven inches, leaving me hollow in the space she’d just left. “Nnngh!” After a pause she pushes back in to fill me to the brim once more. “NNNNGHHH! Oh fuck! Yessss!”

“He he he!” She titters. “You love it! You love my big dick! Don’t you baby?”

“Ohhhhhh, yessssss!”

She pulls out a few inches…then thrust back in, quicker this time. “Yeah! Take it! Take my big cock!”

“OHHHHHH!!!”

Hearing my moans shifting from anguish to ecstasy Natalie becomes ever more bold. Before long her slow, careful strokes were becoming faster and harder. “Yeah! Ohhh fuck this feels amazing!”

“HAAAHHHHHH!!!” I cry out like the whore I was. With over twelve thick inches of cock scrambling my insides conversation wasn’t really an option. “OHHHHH!!!”

“Yeah! Hrm! Yeah!” She huffs as she start to find a rhythm. “My husband! My ass! This is MY ass! Whose ass is this?”

“It’s yours! Ohhh fuck, it’s yours!”

“Yeah it is.” She grunts, fucking me harder. “Nobody’s fucked you like this before, have they?”

“NOOOOOO!!! Oh my GOD!”

Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!

The clap of flesh on flesh fills our room as she puts her gym muscles to good use and rocks my body. “That’s right, baby! Take it! Feel it! This big cock OWNS that ass!”

“HWAOOOHHHHHHH!!!”

Just as she hitting her full stride…she stops.

Panting like an overheated dog I look up at her. “What?”

“Sorry! He he he! These noises you’re making!”

I laugh though it strained my already maxed out anus. “Shut up and fuck me!”

“Yes, Sir!” She pulls wayyyy back, almost to the point of slipping out, then gives me an evil smirk. “Just remember you asked for it.”

“Eeep!” PLAP! “GNNNNGHHHH!!!” She drives every inch she had into me to the hilt in one glorious ass ravaging thrust. As she grinds deep my howl had to have been heard all the way back in Minnesota. “FUUUUUCKKKK!!!”

Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!

Having nut once premature ejaculation wasn’t an issue for my lover this time as she hammers into me over and over and over. With the hard focus and crisp motions of one of her workouts she pounds my ass into jelly.

Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!

“Oh! Fuck! Jesus! Yes! YES!”

“My ass.” She grabs my cock and starts jerking it hard, only the left over lube keeping her from ripping it right off! “My cock!”

“YES!” I cry, loving every second of this dominant and possessive side of her. “I’m yours baby! I’ve always been yours! Ohhhh fuuck!”

Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!

“Jesus fucking Christ!” I yelp as her merciless anal ruination and nonstop jerking had me on the edge. “Gonna cum! I’m gonna cum, baby! Gonna cummmm!”

“Yeahhhh! Cum for me! CUM FOR MEEEEE!”

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

The thunderous impact her pelvis against my ass rattles my bones, the constant in and out of her cock grinds my P-spot into dust.

“GNNNNGHHHH!!!” I cum like a geyser, spraying my seed all across my belly and chest.

“YES! YES! That’s it baby! YEAAHHHH! YOU FEEL AMAZING!!!”

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

Her titties bouncing and balls slapping she fucks right through the best orgasm of my life and out the other side. Slapping my hands down onto the bed I arch my back and wail. “OHHHHHHHH FUUUUUCKK!!!”

“Yeah! Yeah! Oh my God! I’m so close!”

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

Hanging on for dear life I urge her to her finish. “Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK ME!!!”

“Ohhh, ohhhh, ohhhhhhh!” Her lilting voice rises in pitch and volume in just the same way she did with her usual climax. Her hair tussled, a sheen of sweat across her thick body, the haze of lust in her green eyes, she looks down at me and sings. “I love youuuuu!” With that she hammer home one last time. PLAP! Her head drops and her muscles all go taut as she fills me up a second time with her hot, pumping cum. “MMMMMMMM!!!”

“OHHHHH!” I moan in ecstasy, petting her arms and tits. “I love you! I love you! I LOVE YOUUU!”

Her eyes snap back to mine ablaze with love and passion while her cock throb, throb, throbs deep inside of me. “NNNMMMMMM!!!”

Once she’s painted my insides creamy white she shudders…then collapses down on top of me. Holding my baby close I kiss her and stroke her sweaty body. “I love you, Natalie!”

“Ohhh, Erik. I love youuuu!”

We make love two more times that night, once me taking her from behind and once her returning the favor. Though she probably could have gone another round I was forced to tap out. My ruined hole could take no more. As we lay in each other’s arms watching the glow of morning brighten our curtains we were secure in our love and sure that while we had many yet to come, this would be an anniversary we’d never forget.

***

Formula 74 did wear off as planned and her penis and balls did disappear back into her body as they should have but, unknown to us, it had not left her body as it was before. One year later, on the morning of our eleventh and best anniversary yet, we arrived home each carrying in our arms one of our newborn twin daughters.

The End