After Class Conversation Part 2

This was supposed to be the second half of the last chapter but got lost in a posting mistake, so I reconstructed from my outlines.

"So how does this..." John gestured up and down at her body... "Work? You were a grumpy old guy in you 90s..."

"63," she interrupted testily. "I was a grumpy old 63 year old waiting to retire. I resented having to go back to teaching for the last few years of my career, and I took it out on the class. Sorry," she continued. "What? A woman is allowed to be sensitive about her age, and I am a woman now," she replied when he gave her a look. "Yes, I know who I was and who I am now, an that I changed. Nothing wrong with my memory. You wanted me to be enthusiastic, nice, sexy, and charming, so I am."

"And that's my question," John shot back. "Aren't you just a completely different person now?"

"Same birthday, same family, same wife, same kids. I have a new name and a few specific traits have changed, but that's it," she said definitively, drawing another arch stare. "And I guess my career isn't going to be over in 2 years anymore," she added, tapping a finger on her chin in a way that seemed both natural and effortlessly sexy. "Oh bollocks, Amanda. I guess we need to get a divorce now. Or an annulment?" she said pensively. "I mean, she's 61 and I'm 18 now..." she added, a sad look crossing her face.

"Damn, I'm sorry. I wish all this hadn't messed up your marriage," John said.

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Amanda puttered around the house as she had been doing all day. She had worked odd jobs when she was younger and looking for husband, but after marriage sand getting pregnant, she had become a proper housewife. She was happy to have a husband who supported her, unlike what seemed to be the norm these days, even if their marriage had grown less physical as her body had grown larger and saggier. Her loose floral print dress didn't do much to hide her paunch, and her bra struggled to hold up her sagging bosom.

The doorbell rang. They weren't expecting any packages. She hoped it wasn't some heathen missionary; she was a good catholic and had no patience for those charlatans calling themselves 'Christians.' As she opened the door, the coat rack began to fall over, and she turned to grab it. "This is a good, god fearing Catholic household. We are not interested in whatever brand of paganism you are pushing," she said without looking as she set it back.

"Heh hem," the apparently male caller said. She finally looked his way and froze as she locked eyes with the dirty, short, stocky, overall-clad construction worker. As soon as she did, he turned away without paying her any further mind and walked back toward the road repair site in front of her house. Neither he nor anyone else who could see her standing in the open doorway looked askance as her body exploded into a riot of limbs, cloth, and viscera.

After a few seconds her body snapped back to human form, and she shook her head, long fiery red locks flowing around her head, outlining her heart-shaped, high checked, and freckled face. She ran a hand down her body thoughtfully, feeling the rise of her tight, high, perky breasts, over her flat stomach, and across wide hips, all of it wrapped in a low cut, thigh length, and skin tight floral dress. She smiled, knowing she was the perfect 18 year old hotwife for his professor John would want her to be. It was too bad they couldn't be married for much longer, what with them both being women and all. She was a good Catholic, and gay marriage was a sin. She hoped they would be forgiven; they had been a man and woman when they got married.

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"That's kind of you, but you shouldn't worry about age messing up my marriage," she countered. "What you want is the most important thing. We're both 18 and hot, that's what matters."

"Wait, 18?" John said. "You said she was in her 60s."

"Well sure, Amanda was, but you didn't it to mess up our marriage, so your hot British teacher has an equally hot Irish wife the same age. British and Irish, and complete set! You know, for when you want to come over for a threesome, or have her come here. It will be a shame not being married to Siobhan anymore. The church says marriage is only between a man and a woman," she added, looking sad again, "but I'm sure we'll both be able to find some good christian blokes to marry once we are properly separated."

"That's the first thing you've said that's really made me believe you weren't changed that much after all. Bigoted, much?" John replied indignantly. "There's nothing wrong with two women being married! Any church that says otherwise needs to change their tune."

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Siobhan was going through her closet, basically throwing all of her and Gregory's closets into boxes to give away, since obviously they both didn't fit and were too old fashioned for the now. As she did so, she was already planning out a meeting with pastor... never mind that, there was no need. John didn't the church to be bigoted, so she was sure when she saw him next, there wouldn't be an issue. There was nothing wrong with the two of the being married, and she knew that's what the church would say too from now on.

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"You're right, There's nothing wrong with being married and both of us women. I could never divorce dear Banshee just because she's a woman," Gerry countered, her attitude taking a 180, grinning. "I'm sure the church will change it's stance since you want that," she said as if that made perfect sense. "Oh, It will be so hot when you come around and fuck the two of us, wife and wife, in our own bed. Too bad you just want to talk right now; I can't wait to feel my first dick in my new quim," she continued happily.

"Um... what?!?" John almost yelled.

"I have to admit, even when I thought I had to, I didn't want to leave her, and now the church won't make me. You can come fuck us in our martial bed whenever you want," she said happily. "Or did you mean the 'dick in my quim' thing?" she asked quizzically. "Well, since we are married, I would obviously never cheat on my Banshee. I'll just have to wait until you want to fuck me to find out how a dick feels."

"Ummm... I'm sorry... to make you wait?" John said, not sure what else to say.

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Having finished clearing the closets, Siobhan sat down, and, as a proper hotwife should when not doing anything else, she pulled her skirt up, lace panties aside, and ran her fingers along her gash, getting ready to masturbate while thinking of her wife, her dear Boudicca. Even though she had never technically seen the 18 year old girl she was married too, she also knew her intimately, and they had spent many years together as man and wife, raising a couple children too.

She ran her fingers up and down a few times, then found her clit and gently played with it as, unnoticed, it glitched out for just an instant. It grew engorged under her touch, then bigger, and she wrapped her fingers, than her whole hand around the shaft growing from the apex of her soaking pussy. She began to stroke the growing pole, her other hand moving to thrust into her pussy in time, as her clit-dick gained definition, a glans, and finally reached it's full size. As she played with herself twice over, she imagined thrusting her long, thick mickey into her wife's Gee.

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"Oh, it's no problem," she said with a shake of her head. "I can just get Siobhan to grow her futa cock and fuck me when I get home if you don't want to do it now. Or I suppose we could do it girl-girl for our first time as married women; no rush."

John just stared at her, somehow finding a reserve of shock at her statement. She continued packing up from where she left off as he watched her silently.

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Siobhan came, shrieking like her namesake, pussy and dick both squirting fluids all over the boxes of clothes. Her dick shrunk, turning back into her clit as she lay back, breathing hard. The juices evaporated, but she thought nothing of it.

She casually reset her panties against her slit, sat up, and grabbed her phone (she was a good Catholic, not a Luddite) , checking the church website as she always did. There was a apparently some kind of war going on in the message boards, as local residents discussed same sex marriage being ok now because John wanted it to be and people from farther away asking what was going on and saying it was not. Well, they'd all get the message about John eventually; she noticed a few people from nearby areas who had started out confused but understood now and were trying to explain it to others. She chimed in, watching with interest as people from progressively father away also found out.

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"Anything else?" his teacher asked. "Did you want to fuck me after all, or should I go get ready for my afternoon class?"