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“Racheal! What the hell is going on? Why is-Why are you naked?” Derek said, bewilderment in his voice as he took on the lewd scene in front of him. Racheal shifts languidly, crossing one golden leg over the other as she idly rubs the ring, before she speaks up in a questioning tone.

“Whatever do you mean darling? You’ve been talking about wanting to fuck Lisa here for months...Did you forget?”

Derek stumbles over his words for a moment before shaking his head vigorously, his face heating in embarrassment.

“I wasn’t being serious! That was just talk!”

Rachael rolls her eyes then smirks, “Was it Derek? Just talk? We both know you can’t go a day without unloading those big balls of yours into some slut can you?

Derek stutters, his roiling balls making it hard to formulate a response, they swelled with thick jizz just waiting to escape. Just this morning he'd bent Carly, one of the developers at his company, over her desk and fucked her hard before painting her trim ass with his cum.

And it wasn’t the first time either, or the only woman. Young tight sluts or a mature thick cougar he couldn't resist, if with his loving bombshell of a wife he couldn't get through a day without shooting his load.

It was Derek's great shame, and he'd hoped to keep it a secret from his wife but it looked like she’d found out some how and he swallowed, looking chagrined.

It was true a large part of him had wanted to know Stacy’s friend, it was impossible not too crave her as she strutted about in leather pants or a tiny vinyl microskirt and when Rachael had caught him staring he'd tried to play it off as a joke but...

“No...” He said in a small shamed voice even as his pants grew increasingly tight, his sack twitches as his cock strained against the inside of his slacks,

"Racheal...I'm sorry, I didn't want-" He began but Racheal cut across him, eyes glinting as she saw her chance,

"Are you Derek? Are you sorry?" The cougar purred and giggled to herself as she saw any trace of sincerity vanish from his eyes. He was more uncomfortable that she had found out about his infidelity than guilty over the fact that he'd done it. She was tempted to let him continue walking into her questions, making honest statements she could then twist to suit her...

She strode up to him and placed one hand, the hand with the ring, on his cheek while the other snaked down and gently rested on his crotch, She let out a contented noise as she felt his cock push against her hand, hard and hot through the material of his trousers.

"Is one woman enough for you? Do you care if I want your big fat cock all to myself? Aren't you a loving, faithful husband?"

Derek's cock _bursts _from the confines of his trousers, the movement flicking a string of precum across Rachael's toned stomach, whatever his response was, it was dissolved into a pleasured grunt as his wife's hand snaked around his cock. Rachael smiled, cooing as the ripple drained _any _affection beyond lust from her husband, his eyes growing darker as his cock grew thicker in her hand.

She had _deliberately _enunciated the word "big" and was glad whatever gave the ring power was picking up what she was putting down as his growing girth **** her delicate fingers apart.

"The ring is intoxicating!" Racheal squeals internally, gleefully warping Derek from a clingy dork to a big dicked horn dog. A quick thought flitted across her mind,

Is this what Lisa did to me?

She quickly looked down at herself, her tight body poured into her tight designer workout gear before looking over at the _squirming _Lisa then smiled, plush red lips quirking slyly as she ran her hand along Derek's shaft, long expensive fingernails tracing a throbbing vein. She would have to find a way to properly 'Thank' the young woman.

But first she had to make sure she wouldn't make the same mistake as Lisa did...

"Lisa..." She said slowly, still pumping Derek's cock as the man grunted, tilting his head back and closing his eyes as his wife gave him a handjob in the open doorway to their house. "Neither you or Derek can take this ring from me can you?"

Lisa sighed in defeat, eyes downcast as she mumbled out a quite,

"No..."

"Good...Now..." She peeks around Derek's shoulder onto the street curious to see if anyone was watching, not that it mattered much to her now. Her huge heels allowed her to peek over the otherwise tall man.

'Tall...But scrawny...'

Rachel mused, wondering on the best wording for her next question . She'd always liked her men to big in body, dick and wallet. Suddenly a flash of inspiration came to as an errant memory of one of her previous fucks flitted through her mind.

What had that workout program been called?

"Derek?" Rachael cooed , still pumping his large dick and was rewarded with a satisfied grunt of acknowledgement as she fixed on the exact wording of what she was about to say,

"Since you started that **** Ultramass workout regime five years ago have you _ever _skipped a workout or cheated on the diet?"

Derek makes a noise, whatever his actual words were were lost in an pleasured and explosive grunt as his entire form grew. Thick, tightly packed muscle surges across his body, his clothes _creaking _and _straining _as they begin to tear, too puny to contain his powerful body. The sleeves on his professional shirt _burst _open as his widening shoulders and swelling arms tear the material asunder.

Racheal giggles and using her long nailed hands, tears the rest of the shirt open, revealing a powerful chest and a _rippling _eight pack. Derek grips the doorway, the wood creaking in his grip, as he slowly begins to fill it, dwarfing the buxom Racheal even as she continuies to toy with his shaft,

'Did you stop even when the entire line was discontinued due to a side effect being a _huge _increase in libido and ego?'

Racheal is shocked when Derek's already large dick _swells _again, her fingers struggling to find purchase on the huge shaft as Derek suddenly moves forward. She's even more surprised when he grips her strongly in his powerful hand and yanks her close, his massive cock pressed against her trim midriff leaking pre as his swelling balls struggle to contain the chemical enhanced libido Racheal just granted him.

Racheal swears he grows even taller and broader as he holds her, breathing heavily as he gropes her plush ass and growls into her ear,

'No, because every time I thought of stopping you kept proving you need a real man to keep you in line.' With that, he grips his huge rod and pushes it into her naked and ready pussy. Racheal's blue eyes cross slightly as he *spreads* her plump dripping lips, her mouth gaping as he pulls her close by midriff and head and begins to piston into her with almost no buildup.

'Fuck. Even with all the slutting you do, How is your pussy still so tight?' He grunts, spinning her around so they're both facing out the open door. Racheal moans out a laugh, bracing her delicate, fake nailed hands on the doorframe and presenting anyone outside a uncensored view of her getting taken from behind, her huge fake tits bouncing along with her equally fake platinum blond hair.