Becoming a Hermaphrodite
Copyright© 2026 by Just Another Smut Writer
Chapter 4: Thursday, March 5
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 4: Thursday, March 5 - I never set out to become a hedonistic, promiscuous hermaphrodite, but once it happened, I embraced every inch of the change without a single regret.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual Romantic Lesbian Heterosexual Hermaphrodite Futanari Slut Wife Incest Mother Daughter Spanking Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie First Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Squirting Water Sports Transformation AI Generated
Day at the Office - Thursday, March 5, Morning
The stares followed me through the office that morning, lingering on the sway of my hips and the way my blouse clung to my chest. I felt their eyes tracing every curve, and each glance sent a fresh pulse of heat between my legs. By the time I reached my desk, my panties were damp, the drug’s effects making it impossible to focus on claims.
Lunch with Carol - Thursday, March 5, Midday
Carol slid into the booth across from me, her long red hair catching the light. She studied my face for a moment before speaking.
“You are glowing even more today,” she said quietly. “Like you’ve been ... taken care of.”
I smiled, keeping my voice low. “David and I have been spending a lot of time together lately. The trial seems to be affecting more than just my energy levels.”
She nodded, her expression thoughtful. “Must be nice having someone at home who understands what you’re going through.”
“It is,” I replied. “He’s been very supportive. I think he wants me to explore what this means for me, as long as I keep him in the loop.”
Carol’s fingers brushed my hand. “That kind of openness is rare.”
I met her eyes. “It feels like the start of something bigger. I’m not sure where it will lead, but I know I want to find out.”
Carol looked at me coyly and grasped my hand. “What do you want to find out? New things to try with your husband? Or new people to try things with?”
I squeezed her hand while looking in her eyes. “I don’t know. Definitely the first, but I’m not interested in sex with strangers.”
“So sex with friends?”
“Maybe. I don’t know. I’ve never cheated on David, and I’m not about to start now.”
“But if he gives permission, it’s not cheating.”
“I suppose not...” I trailed me fingers up her arm.
We stood to head back to the office, and I spontaneously hugged her. “Thanks for being my friend.”
Permission Granted - Thursday, March 5, Evening
When I got home, David was already in the basement gym. I changed into tight yoga pants and a sports bra, then joined him. I climbed on the Peloton while he lifted weights on the bench. I watched the muscles in his arms and chest flex, and my body responded with familiar heat.
“I talked to Carol again today. She seems very frustrated sexually since divorcing Craig. I’m afraid my constant joy over our new sex life isn’t fair to her.”
“Maybe you should hook her up with someone.”
“About that - I think she was flirting with me today.”
“Holy shit! Really? That hot redhead with the tight ass wants to get nasty with my gorgeous wife?!?”
“Yeah. I think so.”
“What about you gorgeous wife? What do you want?”
“I want my hunk of a husband, but I kind of want more, but I don’t know what more I want. I would never cheat on you though.”
“If I give you permission, it won’t be cheating. If I said it was okay, would you do Carol?”
I started getting nervous - this was dangerous ground we were treading on. “I don’t know. I’ve never had lesbian sex, but if there was a woman I’d try it with, it would be Carol.”
“You have my permission to have sex with Carol if you want to on two conditions: first, always remember you’re mine! And second, you have to tell me everything.”
Relief and excitement flooded through me. I dismounted, walked over and stood between his legs as he sat up. “Thank you,” I whispered, dropping to my knees between his spread legs. I pulled down his shorts and took his cock in my mouth, sucking him deep. The taste of his skin mixed with the faint salt of sweat from his workout.
David groaned as I worked him with my tongue and lips. I took him deeper, gagging slightly as his substantial cock hit the back of my throat. Saliva dripped down my chin as I bobbed my head, sucking noisily.
“Fuck, Mary,” he grunted. “Your mouth feels incredible.”
I pulled off long enough to say, “I want you to cum in my mouth. I want to taste you.”
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