His home life

The first thing Sam decided to change was his home.

It was a decent little house that had served his family fine for eighteen years, but it was also remarkably nondescript. A bedroom for himself and Julie, another for Stella. Kitchen, bathroom, living room. A dismally small backyard. It served its purpose of basic habitation for the family of three, but nothing more. It was fine, though Sam felt that fine was just another word for mediocre.

"We live in a multi-storey Spanish style house, with a large backyard and pool."

The words left his mouth without hesitation and after a pang of vertigo, they began to shift reality around him. The living room he and Julie currently presided in expanded before his eyes, the architecture of it and the rest of the house growing more ornate with every passing second until finally his ideal was cemented as reality.

Julie blinked in confusion once, but then seemed to accept things as the norm. Sam wasn't entirely sure if that was because she was effected by extension of the wording he used, or if it was a blanket situation with larger scale reality warping. It hurt his head to think of it, so he focused on other matters. Namely, his wife herself.

He had already given her a generous pair of tits and nice thick ass to go along with them, but he figured he could do a little more work on the old gal. At 39 she was still very good looking, but he decided that some of her tummy could be burned away into a more athletic form, some of the lines around her eyes and mouth could be smoothed. Her lips, slightly fuller and poutier in a way that he had always found attractive.

Sam spoke his ideal image of Julie into the cosmos and following another jab of vertigo, it bent to his words. His wife underwent a celestial rejuvenation, seemingly unaware of tweaks that began to occur across her body.

She stood before him, recognisably his wife, but also her best possible self and Sam felt a pulse of arousal. But of course that was another peeve he had with Julie. She was very doting and affectionate, but sex was not a common thing between them. Age had lessened her sex drive and Sam often felt that she only made love with him out of wifely duty rather than any real interest in the act itself.

"Julie, you've always been a very libertine and sexually adventurous woman who has a great deal of attraction to me."

The change that happened this time wasn't as immediate and wasn't as noticeable. Something was going on behind Julie's eyes, a kind of mental shift that he could only guess at. But then her eyes grew half-lidded and her pouty smile grew as she drank in the sight of him.

She took three large paces and closed the distance between them. Her hands travelled up his chest and settled behind his neck, pulling him in for a fierce, devouring kiss. It took him a moment to readjust, but once he did he began to meet her with equal passion.

His hands roamed around her newly sculpted body. Palming her ample tits and perky nipples. Across her toned stomach, and around to the glory that was her ass. He grabbed the juicy rear, squeezing powerfully and provoking a playful moan from the horny woman.

Julie guided them over to the large and newly formed couch, moaning into his mouth as she went about unbuttoning his shirt. She broke away only to remove his pants, and hummed happily when when his large and rock hard cock greeted her. stared at it for a long moment, as if in a trance, her thumb softly working it’s underside absently and suddenly she had her mouth around his cock.

The feeling of Julie's lips on his prick caused fire to spread through Jon's loins and out through the rest of his body. The changes he had made seemed to have improved her oral skills, as she devoured his cock in a way she never had in any of their experiences before. She began using her tongue to massage every inch of his cock and draw him further and further into his mouth until suddenly he was thrusting away, hitting the back of her throat and down her gullet.

The living room was silent save the for the constant glug sounds of Julie's throat working away and the occasional groan Sam let out.

He was within moments of release when suddenly Julie pulled herself away, leaving a trail of saliva from her perfect cocksucking lips and his throbbing manhood. Before he could begin to complain Julie had discarded her shirt and pulled down her jeans, revealing her shaved and glistening sex.

"Time for the main event," she told him with a wolfish grin, her voice still hoarse from the throatfucking. She lay back on the couch and spread her legs wide. "I need you inside of me..."

Sam didn't waste any time, moving atop her body and beginning to kiss her fiercely as he placed her hand on his throbbing cock, letting her feel it. She moved it to her entrance, giving his shaft a pleasant little squeeze as she did.

Without another word he pushed into her, his mind blown by how tightly her pussy was hugging him. Absently he supposed that by making her more athletic he had made her tighter too. She spread her legs up and wide apart, allowing him more access as he began to saw in and out of the soft vice of her cunt. His dick speared in and out, like a battering ram trying to enter her greedy womb.

Neither of them had any regard for propriety at this point, the large rooming echoing with Julie's wanton moans of encouragement and Sam's grunts of effort. Her legs wrapped about his waist, holding him deeper in, her hands clawing him as she held him close to her neck.

"Ughh! More!” She moaned, clutching him, "fuck! I'm almost there! Almosttherealmostthere!"

Julie tightened around him with white hot intensity and Sam saw stars. He slammed harder and harder until finally he felt the familiar jolt as his cum released deep into his wife's hungry cunt. In turn that triggered Julie's own end, her vaginal walls spasmodically around his length.

Time seemed to fade and Sam, who had his head rested between the valley of his wife's tits, momentarily struggled to keep himself awake. Even when he had fucked his wife's ass the day previous he hadn't felt so good as he did now. And when he lifted his head Julie was smiling back at him, equally blissed out.

They were both laying there, huffing and sweaty, still joined in their act of lovemaking, when Stella walked into the room. "What the FUCK?!?"

The couple parted at that, perhaps more startled by their daughter's outburst than her presence. Her face was flushed with rage as she looked at the two of them, her hands clenching and unclenching at her sides.

"This is my house too!" She hissed, "can't you two just do that shit in the privacy of your bedroom like normal people?!" She spat another curse, shaking her head. "What the fuck is wrong with you? I can't deal with this shit when I've got everything going on with graduation and-"

Sam stopped listening, instead he was caught up trying to figure out why Stella was enraged. Hadn't he said she would be over it all? The answer came to him. Of course. He had mentioned that she would get over Julie's anal adventure, but he supposed that didn't mean she wouldn't be outraged by further escapades.

His phone lit up from his pants and absently he reached over to check it. A text from Jerry.

"Where U at Man? Boss going crazy, work a shitshow!"

Hmmm. While he could undo it all from his house with a few words, Sam supposed that it might pay to head into the office and have a little fun in person. There were quite a few people he disliked there afterall.

He made to put his pants on and stopped. "I'm dressed," and a moment of vertigo later he was. When he stood up he saw that his daughter and naked wife were still furiously arguing. Fuck sake.

"Stella," he said, cutting through their argument. "You're a young woman who is very open minded about sexuality and you love your family very much."

The moment of vertigo felt even worse this time, but he didn't dwell on it. He just saw that his daughter had stopped arguing and was looking at him and Julie with a gaze of affection and something else he couldn't quite read. He waved it off and left the house. A few moments later, and a few choice words later, he was driving his new sports car to the office.