One last round before bed.

You decide to be a responsible toy owner.

"Wanda, you're gross," you tell your transformed mother in law. "Go brush your teeth and then throw the brush away. We'll get you a new one tomorrow. Then go get in the shower. Ellie and I will join you theire shortly."

Wanda pouts but obeys. You turn to your catatonic wife and consider the remote, then decide there must be a more enjoyable way to bring her around.

You suck on one nipple, then another, making them hard, practically throbbing. At last she gives a little moan.

You place her hands on top of her tits and head south. Your tease her clit with your tongue. More weak moaning. It's definitely working. You proceed with some cunning linguistics and soon Ellen is calling out your name and god's name and making it pretty clear she thinks they're synonymous.

"Morning, Cupcake" you say at last, pulling a blue pube fron your teeth as Ellen tries to focus on you. "Little sis is in the shower. Let's join her before she uses all the hot water!"

You wonder idly if the remote could improve your water heater as Ellen follows you adoringly to the bathroom. Wanda squeals in utter delight as she realizes you came as promised and the 'sisters' proceed to soap up each other and you, kissing and sucking with frequency on whatever body part was convenient, Wanda often following with spitting, having neglected to rinse the soap off first.

Eventually, the two exaggerated sexpots end up kneeling before you, one deep throating you then the other, Wanda fondling your left ball, Ellen fondling your right. Life is good, you think as you unload on both their faces to their delight.

Patted dry and exhausted, even with your augmented stamina, all three of you stagger back to the bedroom. You take your side, Ellen takes her own. Wanda curls up at your feet like a golden retriever. You fall asleep and dream of massive titties and technicolor hair.

The phone ringing in the mid morning sunlight is a huge disappointment, until you see the electric blue hair and massive titties lying next to you, her pink eyes blinking away sleep. The night before was real, or you're still dreaming! Either way, you'll roll with it!

"Oh god, Bill " Ellen says. "Last night was incredible! But I think you're late for work!"

You swear and find your phone. It's a little after 10. And this was not the first time the office had called.

"Karen is going to have my balls!" You exclaim.

"I wanna suck your balls," Wanda protested from the heap she had become at the foot of the bed.

Oh, right. You had the Reality Remote, you remember, picking it up to feel the reassuring weight of it. Your boss would understand you being late.

"You two are going to have to entertain yourselves today," you say. "I need to go into work."

"Not without your morning blowjob, you're not!" Ellen objected.

You give in to her demands, realizing it isn't that bad to be a hen-pecked husband.

Wanda helped.