Make it easier, change her values

“I… I can’t…” Caroline said. “You should change me.”

Ryan and Sam looked between each other. Ryan looked away tearfully, as Caroline trembled, awaiting Sam’s words.

“Okay then,” Sam said. “Miss May. Please look at me.”

Nervous, Caroline looked up.

She’d made a career out of respectability. She’d slept only with her childhood sweetheart, missionary except on weekends, and strictly procreative sex, and she wore conservative dresses whenever she was out the house. She didn’t even go to the beach.

What was she going to be after the next five minutes?”

“You are a slut,” Sam said calmly. “You’ve always been a slut. Your whole life, you’ve loved sucking on cock or eating pussy, and you don’t care if it’s a friend or a stranger, you love having cocks or fingers or tongues inside any of your holes. You get turned on so easily you’ve sneakily fingered yourself in public, in cars or behind tables at events, so many times.”

Caroline nodded along patiently, wondering when the parts she was afraid of were going to happen. She already knew all that.

“You prefer to wear skimpy clothes,” Sam continued. “And where possible, cum. Your desire to be a politician and your desire to be the biggest slut you can are equally matched, and they are the most important things to you. You love your husband, but you agreed your sexual appetite was too great for just one man, though he does get first choice as to what he does with your holes each day.”

Though the transformation was clearly hard for him, Ryan did spare his advisor a grateful nod. Caroline just stared, dropping her arms and wondering why she’d been so self-conscious about being naked. It wasn’t that much less than she usually wore.

“You can cum from anal alone, or even just having your tits played with,” Sam said. “And there isn’t a kink or fetish out there you wouldn’t be happy to try.”

“I thought you were going to tell me something I didn’t know?” Caroline said.

Sam looked to Ryan, pleased that his solemn duty was done.

“It’s quite alright,” Sam said. “I hope that will be enough. Now if you’ll excuse me…”

He nodded to Ryan. Before he could leave though, the still naked Caroline moved closer, pressed her body against him, and gave him a long, deep kiss goodbye.

“I don’t suppose I could convince you to stay for a little longer?” she said.

Sam stammered, instantly hard from seeing his longtime, demure client suddenly throw herself at him. He glanced down to her boobs, then over her shoulder to see Ryan staring.

“Later,” he whispered, so only she could hear him, and then stepped back. “I really should be going,” he said, loudly enough for Ryan’s benefit. “Spend time with your husband.”

She turned around, wide eyed, and smiled gladly to him as Sam left.

“Well hello stud,” Caroline said, wondering why Ryan was looking at her like that. “I’m getting kinda horny, where do you want to stick it?”

Ryan was still in the process of adjusting. Finding out how much his wife would change was a big deal, and then to see it come over her so quickly, he was reeling.

But the original Caroline would never have flirted so brazenly. The only sex they’d had for the past two decades was a few minutes of vaginal every other night in their bed, not… well, literally anything else.

Well he should get something out of this change surely, if his wife was going to become a whore?

“Your ass,” he said, before he could talk himself out of it.

Caroline just grinned. Then she turned around, and bent over the kitchen table, glancing over her shoulder to wink at him and crooking a hand invitingly.

“Holy shit,” Ryan said.

It really had worked. He took a step closer, grabbed her ass cheeks without shame, spreading them and for a moment just staring. Even this view of her was new.

He spat on the pucker, then slid two fingers past her cunt, gathering up moisture from how wet she already was to make this easier. One finger slid into her ass with remarkably little preparation. She was instantly relaxed enough for this.

She was an anal virgin, of that he was sure, even if she’d no longer act like it.

“Come on!” Caroline moaned. “I need your cock, please, fuck your little slut.”

He groaned, cock twitching, hard enough that it threatened to tear his pants. He’d never imagined Caroline ever saying something as hot as that.

“Coming dear,” he muttered, unzipped his pants, and lined up.

He slid in with one thrust, marvelling at how tight she was, as she threw her head back and screamed.

“That’s it!” she yelled, utterly shameless, not caring who heard. Their kids would be just a few rooms away. “Fuck your bitch in her ass, fuck yes, I need it! Ruin my tight little ass, oh god, Jesus fucking Christ I love it, harder, please, I love your fucking cock!”

Ryan groaned. She’d never have even taken the Lord’s name in vain before, and now here she was casually dropping f-bombs and hungrily pushing back as he fucked her.

He reached around, grabbing one of her gorgeous tits in each hand, the bulk of each spilling out between his fingers. He’d always loved those.

He came faster than ever before, and Caroline stayed moaning, riding back into him as he thrust, feeling him spurt inside her tightest hole.

“God,” she moaned as he went soft and drew back. “I needed that.”

A little cum started to drip down her thigh. Barely thinking about it, she ran a finger down there, scooped up some, and brought it to her lips.

Ryan stared. Already he could feel his cock stirring again.

“Any time, you know how it is,” Ryan said.

“I’m your needy little bitch,” Caroline said fondly. She looked back at him. “Darling, could you be a little rougher next time?”