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Chapter 15 by Fangslover Fangslover

Wait for the girls to return.

Busying myself until they return

I finished putting on the tux, and walked over to my bathroom mirror, taking a good look at myself. I looked years younger, and fit. All my dad bod fat had faded and my muscles were toned. I just, felt, good.

I smiled, happy with the new change in my life, and leaned in. I let my fangs grow so I could see them. They were an inch? An inch and a half? Larger than my girls’, but I guess that was expected?

I touched the sharp tip of my right fang, it cut my finger immediately. I have no idea how I hadn’t managed to cut my tongue, but it seemed to be a non issue, so I went ahead and licked it intentionally. The fang was sensitive, and I found the sensation pleasing. I licked the other too, for good measure.

Here I am, playing with myself and acting like a 13 year old who has discovered masturbation.

I chuckled out-loud.

“What’s so funny dear?” I heard my wife ask unexpectedly.

I turned and found her in a sultry red dress, snug to her body. Her new thinned down curves were amazing. So very like the sexy young lady that rocked my world, years ago. Not that I minded the more recent her... I still loved her and found her sexy... but damn it is nice to have the younger her back. “Nothing honey, just taking in all the changes. You got back quick.”

I stepped up to her. She tilted her head provocatively, showing me her neckline with her matching red choker. “Do you like my outfit dear?”

“Oh yes,” I reached up to her choker and slid it down, inspecting my bite marks. “Your territory is still marked dear, don’t worry.” She smiled at me teasingly, and my hand slipped to her chest. She breathed in deeply, and her bust filled my hand. I pushed my body against hers and kissed her neck. My fangs found what they wanted, but her hand pushed against my chest as I started to bite. “Babe, the girls are waiting. Poor Klaire still hasn’t fed yet.”

“Yes dear, you’re right. Let’s go on our date.”

She smiled, obviously gleeful she could still somewhat control me as a wife should.

I watched her slip away from me and walk into the other room. I followed, and found the other girls ready.

The girls, all dressed up

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