Chapter 3

Author’s Notes:

For whatever reason, pretty much every part I write in this ½ a Sex Shop story/series ends up right around 8k words. Not sure why, but every time I get to the ending, I want I check and it’s always around 8k. Oh well, just an interesting coincidence to me.

Also, apologies for any weird formatting. I changed word processors starting with this submission, and there is always the chance that something doesn’t transfer over cleanly.

Hopefully, some will appreciate that this part actually starts with sex. Actually, there’s a lot of sex. Thankfully, this is erotica, so at least some of the sex advances the plot. When I started writing ½ a Sex Shop, I had the first two parts mapped out fairly well. Beyond that, I was mostly thinking about stand-alones. So I apologize it took a bit for this to come together. I don’t think anyone was anxiously waiting for this, but if you were, I’m touched, and hopefully the next piece won’t take as long.

“Uhhh, fuck!”

“Hold them. Oh owww. Please. Play with them.”

I obliged and grabbed Kendra’s currently massive breasts. I couldn’t hope to contain them in my hands, and they overflowed enticingly. My palms just barely covered her areolas. I began squeezing hard and rubbing. Feeling her stiff nipples poking hard into my palm.

I gazed up at Kendra as she rode me cowgirl style and thought about my life. It turned out the corset was not a one-time use thing. She had worn it twice since we got back from what we both agreed to call Genie Island. Each time she put the corset on she became irrationally horny within minutes of putting it on. Yesterday, she had intentionally put it on in the morning before going to her job without bothering to tell me, as I had already left for work. She made it until lunch when I received a breathless, phone call from her begging to fuck.

I could hear her over the phone, groaning and haggard, uneven breaths. I teased her to make it worth my while, and without a thought, she launched into the hottest phone sex masturbation fantasy I had ever imagined. Which I supposed wasn’t saying much, I had never gone past basic teasing on the phone or text. This. This had been Kendra groaning out of control. Describing exactly how she was touching herself, locked in the bathroom at work, hearing co-workers walking past, talking. How she was dripping down her legs even before she put her fingers inside. How she pulled her top down roughly enough to pop a button, rubbed her juices on her nipple, and then did her damndest to suck it off.

Hearing her try to contain her squeal when she came while gasping out how she was squirting almost made me cum in my pants. Listening to her half-insensate groans afterwards, where she kept saying my name, sealed it for me. I told her to leave right then, and I would be home as fast as my car could drive.

I barely pushed open the door when Kendra grabbed my shirt and threw me on the floor. She had my pants undone and was lining me up before I had a chance to even appreciate what she was wearing. Her rose button-down shirt was torn open down to the last button, showcasing sexy bare shoulders and pushed up cleavage from her corset. She was missing her skirt, and her ruched satin panties were dripping; she barely remembered to get them aside before mounting me.

Neither of us lasted more than a bare minute that first time. She had immediately begun slamming down on me as hard as she could. Fuck I probably had a gigantic bruise to prove it. But the stifled keening porno lines and how fucking hot my wife was pushed all that out of my mind. Guy or girl I don’t care, no one is going to last after the love of their life shamelessly masturbates for your pleasure, tackes you as soon as you come home, and then fucks the life out of you while saying how much they love and need you. Fuck the sex at that point. The ego boost alone was intoxicating.

Afterwards, we did make it up to the bed, though we made it a slow process to kiss and take our time stripping each other fully on the way up. The exception was the corset, and I’d be lying if I weren’t a little disappointed not to have free access to my wife’s breasts. She surprised me when she told me Genie had explained a previously unknown feature to her. Kendra pushed me back from her and began teasing her hands across her bust. Pushing against the bottom of the cups to make her cleavage even more mouth-watering, circling where I knew her cute pink nipples were hidden. She leaned into give me a soul sucking kiss and then pulled away biting my lip. When my eyes opened, she was in front of me and moved one hand between the cups, with a twisting motion, the cups melted away, leaving only an underbust corset.

I grinned at her, and her smile matched mine. I picked her up and buried my face in her bust as I carried her up the stairs. She laughed and screamed a little that I was going to kill us. My response was to lick all around her right areola.

I suppose if I had the same magic helping me that Kendra did we would have fucked all afternoon and all night, then woken up feeling fantastic to start all over. However, I at least was still fully human and middle-aged at that. Which meant refractory times were a thing. I made a good showing of myself and we fucked again soon after making it to the bed. This time with me on top in missionary so that we could look at each other. It was alternately intimate, sexy, and silly. I loved it all.

Then we cuddled and talked while holding each other. Some of it was pillow talk. Little nothings about how much we loved each other, teasing me about my O-face, which she swore looked like a porcupine mashed flat on glass, and of course, just talking to each other like normal people. She told me about her day at work and how she wanted me even before she walked out the door. How she almost didn’t go to her work and thought more than once about just driving to find me. I teased her that she surely could have found a hot stud at work to service her, and almost got myself slapped. Kendra firmly told me that ALL of her feelings were how she wanted ME, not that she wanted anyone. Even masturbating in the bathroom felt wrong, and she couldn’t bring herself to do it until she resolved to call me.

We had dinner delivered as cooking felt like too much work after spending the afternoon in bed. Kendra still had the underbust corset on and had slipped a pair of comfy sweats on so she didn’t get cold. That meant I got to answer the door as a very overweight man who looked to be in his seventies delivered our order. I looked at him and felt bad for him, there but for the grace of god. He got a very good tip that I certainly couldn’t afford to repeat.

Kendra and I made love one more time that night after cuddling on the couch watching a movie. There was a lot more cuddling than movie watching, I think it had Jude Law in it. Who cares about actors on TV, especially ones of the wrong sex, when your wife is in your lap and your hands are caressing her hips and back?

Then I woke up this morning to Kendra’s chosen body transformation. Absolutely massive breasts. This was far beyond the damn shes stacked DD type figure. She had probably easily exceeded normally available bra sizes, though not quite to Guinness Book of World Records territory.

Have you ever completely sandwiched your head between a lover’s breasts? If you haven’t, it is certainly something for a bucket list, or a genie list for me, I guess. Contrary to my expectations she was more sensitive rather than less and I spent almost 30 minutes doing nothing but kissing, licking, sucking, and massaging her breasts. Finally, she threw me off after two orgasms and began riding me. It was an awe inspiring sight watching her boobs swing and flop.

Though it was less pleasurable for her, as she quickly bounced too enthusiastically to start and almost smacked herself in the face with a boob. Then she said they were starting to hurt, and I, being the loving, caring husband I was, cradled them to cushion her, which is where we started.

“I’m close. Just like that. Tom, I love you! Oh yes. God yes. Squeeze them hard!”

With a shout, Kendra sat down hard on me, and I felt her rippling around me. He face screwed up in that almost pained grimace, though I had never once commented on her face when she orgasmed. I valued my balls more than temporary points. As she came down and the aftershocks trembled through her, she pushed a hand on my chest to hold herself up. Her hair fell forward, covering her face as her head hung limply. Then she looked up and met my eyes, grinning.

“You didn’t cum did you?” She asked while running her tongue along her bottom lip.

“Nope, not yet sexy. How about you let me see that amazing body from behind?”

That got a wide grin.

“Dirty boy. I knew you couldn’t resist fucking me doggystyle with these massive things.”

I shrugged. It was my favorite position when I wanted something rawer and not as loving. Also yes. Fuck yes, those tits were going to look amazing hanging and swinging.

Kendra rolled off, and I got behind her. I took a moment to appreciate her ass and kiss each cheek before moving up her back. Loving someone for two decades and then them getting the body of when you were young and carefree was amazing. Experience and love, plus the tightness and shaped curves of youth. New life indeed, better still, that it made both of us happy.

“Oh my god, I love feeling you. So good. Baby yessss.” I hissed as I slid in. I didn’t waste any time and began pumping back and forth gently. Just enough to start her rocking back and forth so I could admire her breasts swinging. They were big enough to drag on the bed, which hampered their movement, but added stimulation for Kendra.

As I picked up speed and began pushing harder into Kendra, I reached forward and cupped her right breast from below. Fuck her skin was soft. No way in hell was I going to last this way.

“Fuck! I’m sorry. I’m getting close.”

Kendra looked back at me and grinned mischievously. She started moaning, just a little over the top. She knew how much that did for me. Feeling her, all of her, not just around my cock, and those sounds. Fuck those lips, moaning made me feel like a king.

“Cuming. Damn Kendra. I love you.” She grinned at me again, not judging me for my few-minute performance.

We rolled back over in bed and I slid my hand down to her clit. I began massaging slowly, wanting to repay her kindness. Ok, half of the reason, maybe half? Fuck who cares. I wanted to keep making my wife feel good, but I also really wanted to keep hearing her moan and gasp. I pulled her close and lightly kissed her hair while gently fingering her. Maybe 10 minutes later, I felt her tense in my arms and guessed she had a small orgasm.

I think we both fell asleep for a little bit, or at least I did. Snug as a bug holding my wife and happily fucked. Yeah, finish that off with a cuddly nap, and life is perfect. When I opened my eyes, Kendra was looking over at me, guess she moved away while I was out.

“So what brought on the desire for extremely large boobs today?” I asked, taking a moment to appreciate what wasn’t hidden by her arms and the blankets.

“Because you love big boobs and I figured since I can change myself I might as well let you try them out.”

I opened my mouth to argue that I loved Kendra and didn’t just like big boobs. She shot me a glare, and I closed my mouth. Well fuck me for being a guy and thinking that there were multiple things that were physically attractive about women, boobs certainly included. Though, as Kendra liked to say, gun to my head yes boobs were my favorite. Big beautiful boobs rolls off the tongue so well for a reason.

“Sure, big is great, but these are like absolutely massive. Can you walk straight with those? Planning to keep them?”

“Hell no! These are way too much, so have your fun, ‘tomorrow will be too late, it’s now or never’.” She sang in her best impression of Elvis.

“So you’re just going to wear that corset all weekend then? I know you said you can sleep in it cause Genie magic, but that’s a lot, isn’t it?”

“Nope. I talked to Genie already. She made a couple of upgrades for me. One of them is that I don’t have to wear it if I want to go back to something I’ve already changed. Still takes overnight, but I can go back to what I did without knowing it the first time anytime I want.”

She hefted a breast through the blanket. “So say goodbye to these. They ain’t never coming back unless I need to cosplay as a hucow or some really kinky shit.”

I laughed. “That’s fine. I love you regardless of your bra size. Besides, those are the perfect crime waiting to happen. Smother a man with those, and you won’t even have to fight him. He’ll willingly go along with it. Then next day, they’re gone with no trace of a murder weapon.”

Kendra chuckled and rolled on top of me to demonstrate just how effectively she could smother me. We playfully wrestled for a minute before she settled down, lying lengthwise on top of me. Ok this was ridiculous, she had to move her breasts so they lay on either side of me or else it looked like she was trying to do a fucking yoga pose.

Kendra started idly tracing patterns on my chest and neck. I was enjoying the feeling of her on me and trying not to think of all the chores I needed to do this weekend. Thankfully, a naked wife is both a great distraction and an excuse not to move. Happy wife, happy life.

“So when are you going to have Genie do you?” Kendra asked, seeming deep in thought.

“What do you mean do me?” I snorted, thinking it sounded like she was asking when I was going to sleep with Genie.

“Your body. She already told me that she wants to make things for you. Probably easiest to start with a dream body like mine, though, since I know it’s coming, I might ask for one or two things.” She grinned at me teasingly.

I blew out a breath. Truthfully, I was expecting this, but maybe not right after talking about how my wife could commit the perfect murder.

“I hadn’t planned on getting anything from Genie, at least, I mean, I know I’m not as hot as you, but I’m fine with that.”

Kendra looked at me, shocked. “Tom, this isn’t just beauty. What about that ache in your back every morning? That would be gone. No need to be self-conscious about your hair going grey. Or the scar on your ankle that tells you when it will rain.”

“I like knowing it’s going to rain.”

That made Kendra sit up in bed.

“This is serious. Fine, you like knowing when it will rain, great. Make it so your cock gets hard when it’s going to rain if you need something to tell you, but I don’t think you get what she’s offering.”

“Nope, I think I really do. Kendra, I would never try and force you to change anything about you. You know that. I spent years telling you how beautiful you were, even though you never believed it. I don’t want to look different. I know I can’t keep up with you in bed right now, but I’ll hit the gym a little more so I’m deserving of my super hot wife.” I grinned at her and very deliberately brought my gaze down to her bust.

“This isn’t about you being hot, Tom. I’m not trying to change you into a male model. But”, Kendra paused for a long time. I stopped my teasing, lecherous gaze and looked up at her, waiting.

Finally, she sighed. “You know why I looked like I did. I ... everything was gone ... I let the way I felt about myself change ... things. I didn’t just talk to Genie about the corset, I asked a lot of questions about what her magic had done.”

She looked at me very seriously and bent down so her face was only about six inches above mine.

“Tom, this isn’t about having the ‘looks’ that I want or being hot. Genie said the magic gave me the body that I wanted, and it would keep giving me it as much as I wanted. It’s more than skin deep. Yeah my skin feels like I bathe for hours in shea butter and I apparently always wanted an ass tighter than a bongo drum. I also wanted what else I had in my twenties.” She paused again, and I was holding my breath, scared to think of where this was going.

“Everything about me inside is 20 again. I ... I can have kids again if we want.” I could see tears start to shimmer in her eyes.

“But you, fucker, talking about your stupid scar. I can’t not be 20 inside. Which means if you aren’t too, then you’re going to ... to leave me.” She finished in a whisper and buried her head against my shoulder. To my chagrin my first thought was those boobs could not be comfortable. Then my head caught up, and I folded her in a hug.

“You aren’t allowed to leave me, you stupid bastard,” Kendra mumbled into my neck.

“So are you immortal now or what? Just every time you go past whatever perfect age you want, you pop on the corset and poof back to 20? Or if you get sick? Cancer?”

Kendra pushed off me just a little, but only enough for her to look me in the eye.

She shook her head. “No, I don’t think so on the immortal part. Well, Genie got a really sad look in her eye and said something about nothing in this universe can last forever. So I don’t know how that works. But the rest? Maybe?”

Kendra was a huge Lord of the Rings nerd, so I tried my best Gandalf impression, thinking it might help.

“Well, ‘Many who die deserve life. Can you give that?’” I said in my best grumpy wizard voice.

“What the fuck you can’t even take this seriously and then you really get that quote wrong? It’s Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them?’, bastard. Last thing I do before I get rid of these stupid boobies is going to be smothering you with them. Then when the police ask why I’m going to say my husband deserved death because he always responds to deep emotions with sarcasm and screwing up timeless quotes.” Kendra was laughing when she said it, but I could read her eyes. She had a decent poker face, but her eyes always betrayed her if you could read them.

Shit. I hadn’t thought anything beyond damn Kendra is super hot. That Genie’s magic had changed anything substantial was crazy. Then Kendra talking about not being immortal, but it sure sounded like anytime you didn’t like something, then take the magic corset for a nap and it’s all gone. Fuck. Genie wasn’t kidding when she said welcome to your new life. Think she left out some stuff, though. Should have been “Welcome to your new life, which may or may not involve you being immortal. Also you can be anyone or anything you want in this new life without any consequences besides a fun fuck with your hubby. While we were at it, also let’s just solve possibly the greatest and most traumatic experiences you’ve had in your life, but we won’t tell you that up front. Basically we may or may not be gifting you with the key to everything in life that could end suffering all wrapped up in a sexy as fuck corset”.

“Kendra, that’s a lot. Like a lot. Not even counting the kids thing, which I think we need to talk about a lot when we have a chance to wrap our heads around this whole genie thing. A month ago, we were at a funeral, wondering if that meant anything would change for the better, finally. Now we are talking about turning back time for our bodies.”

Kendra was nodding, she knew as well as I did how crazy this was. Probably more so with the mention of kids. Fuck.

“Just promise you aren’t going anywhere. Pinky promise?”

I almost made a remark about her boobs again, then looked at her eyes again. Yeah, being sarcastic instead of serious was going to rightly get me burned this time.

“Pinky promise.” I wrapped my pinky around hers.

I walked into the antique store to a scene that was wrong in many ways. A large man in a wife-beater was yelling and throwing merchandise. Sure, most of this was trash, but it was unfortunately my trash. Not to mention the store was closed. Calmly watching the man was Felix, wearing an indulgent smile, like he was enjoying the show and was allowing it to continue for his own amusement. Felix was also leaning on a broom like he had on the first day. Except not.

I hadn’t been clear if Genies didn’t have dildos or if this was another quirk of Felix’s, but the dildos in the sex shop amused him to no end. Every time he caught sight of one, he would at least smirk and, more likely, grab it and start waving it around madly. Eventually, he did this enough that Kendra said something about how he should carry one around instead of his broom. The man, pardon Genie, snapped his fingers with a eureka shriek and promptly turned his broom into a giant, rainbow colored dildo that he used to sweep the floor. Which he was now holding.

As Felix caught sight of me over the man’s shoulder, his grin became even more enthusiastic.

“Tom, this man was just explaning to me how this place actually belonged to him along with, ahem, ‘all of its shit’. I believe he also disagreed with my accoutrements for my broom.”

As Felix was talking, the man turned toward me, and I got a chance to see his face clearly. Ah. Jared Miehan, local loan shark and unpleasant fellow. I remembered him cornering me at Joe’s after the funeral. Whiskey fumes poured from his yellowed teeth along with something that smelled like roadkill as he leaned directly in my face, talking about how I better honor Carl’s agreement. I had shoved him off without paying any attention, assuming he was drunk and being his normal asshole self.

Jared had been in the process of grabbing a handful of “antique” watches when he turned to me. He pulled back his hand and threw them at me as he opened his mouth in what was obviously a snarl rather than a polite hello. Then his arm, the disgusting cavern of a mouth, and everything else but his shoes was gone. The watches remained suspended in mid-air before floating gently back to their prior place on display.

“What the fuck? Umm, Felix, was that you?” I said after clearing my throat.

“Yes, I’m afraid he was going to interfere, and while I found him amusing, he seemed to threaten bodily harm to you. I removed him before that could happen.” Felix had a slightly disappointed look on his face as he spoke. Like I was responsible for ruining a joke he had been enjoying.

“Removed him? Oh, wait, umm, how removed we talking? Like?” I drew my finger across my throat.

“What? His head? No, I didn’t leave his head here. It’s back where he is.”

“And he is where?” I sometimes forgot that while Felix knew a lot about us academically, there were big gaps. Like the fact that disappearing people was bad. Maybe he should have remembered that after Kendra had called him a “popping person”.