Three Days Home

The first full day home felt almost sacred. You spent the morning with your son, playing trucks on the living room floor while your wife made pancakes. The smell of coffee and syrup filled the house. You were the perfect husband and father tossing your boy in the air, laughing at his giggles, helping your wife clean up afterward. She kept stealing glances at you, her eyes soft and full of love.

By early afternoon your wife pulled you into the bathroom while your son napped. “I need you,” she whispered, already peeling off her sundress.You ran a warm bath together. She sat between your legs, her back against your chest as you soaped her pert B-cup breasts and kissed her neck. Your hands roamed down her smooth stomach to her tight little pussy. You fingered her gently under the water until she was moaning and grinding back against your thickening cock.

You dried her off and carried her to the bed. The sex was slow and intimate at first. You ate her pussy for a long time long, loving licks across her clit, sucking gently while sliding two fingers inside her. She came sweetly on your tongue, thighs trembling, whispering “I love you, babe” over and over.

When you finally slid your thick little cock inside her, she wrapped her legs around you and held you close. You fucked her with deep, steady strokes, savoring how tight and warm she felt.

She moaned softly into your ear the entire time, her pert breasts pressed against your chest.But halfway through, your mind betrayed you. You imagined a massive cock stretching her instead of yours. A dominant trans woman with a huge, veiny monster pounding your wife while you watched from the corner, locked in pink. The fantasy made you throb harder. You came faster than you wanted, groaning as you filled her with your load.Your wife just held you tighter afterward, stroking your back lovingly. “It’s okay, babe. I love feeling you cum inside me.”

The rest of the day was family time park with your son, dinner together, reading bedtime stories. But every quiet moment your mind drifted back to thick cocks, heavy balls, and the sound of mocking laughter.

Day 2 – Deeper CravingsThe second day started with more domestic bliss. You took your son to the playground while your wife ran errands. When you got home, she greeted you in the kitchen wearing nothing but an apron. The sight made your itty bitty clitty twitch instantly.

She pushed you against the counter and dropped to her knees. Her mouth felt incredible warm, loving, and eager. She sucked you slowly, taking your entire thick little package into her mouth just like the trans girls had, though without the cruel commentary. You groaned and held her blonde hair gently as she worshipped you.You returned the favor on the kitchen table, spreading her legs wide and devouring her pussy and asshole with long, hungry strokes of your tongue. She came twice, moaning your name sweetly.

Later that afternoon you took a long shower together. You soaped her entire body, paying special attention to her tight little asshole. She gasped when you slid a soapy finger inside her.

“Babe… that feels so strange… but good,” she whispered.You ended up fucking her in the shower first her pussy, then carefully sliding into her ass again. She panted and moaned as you took her anal virginity for the second time, her hands braced against the tile. You fingered her clit while fucking her ass and she came hard, squirting down her thighs.But even as you filled her ass with cum, your mind was elsewhere. You kept picturing a massive trans cock stretching your own hole, a dominant woman laughing at your tiny clitty while she used you. The fantasy made you cum harder than you should have.

The rest of the day was spent as a family playing outside, cooking dinner, watching a movie cuddled on the couch. Your wife kept kissing you, clearly happy to have her husband home. You smiled and played the part perfectly.Inside, the cravings were getting louder.

Day 3 – On the third day the tension finally peaked.You woke up before your wife and spent twenty minutes in the bathroom edging your caged fantasies on your phone watching trans women with huge cocks dominate smaller men. You came quietly into the sink, whispering filthy confessions to yourself.

After breakfast you took your son to storytime at the library, playing the proud dad while your mind wandered to getting fucked in public bathrooms. When you got home, your wife was waiting.She was extra horny today. She pulled you into the bedroom the moment your son went down for his nap.This time the sex was longer and more passionate. You ate her pussy and ass for nearly forty minutes, making her cum three times. She sucked you lovingly afterward, trying her best to take your thick little cock deep. You fucked her pussy slow and deep, then flipped her over and took her ass again. She was moaning louder than ever, clearly starting to enjoy the new sensation.While you were buried in her tight asshole, fingering her pussy at the same time, your mind drifted completely.

You imagined a hung black trans woman with a monstrous cock fucking your wife right next to you, laughing at your tiny caged clitty while she bred her. The fantasy pushed you over the edge. You came hard, pumping rope after rope into your wife’s ass while she shuddered through her own orgasm.

Afterward she cuddled against you, glowing. “I love you so much, babe. I’m so glad you’re home.”You kissed her forehead and held her close, guilt and lust twisting violently inside you.

That night, after everyone was asleep, you lay in bed next to your beautiful sleeping wife, your itty bitty clitty hard again. The contrast between the loving, wholesome sex you’d had for three days and the depraved cravings in your head had become unbearable.You knew the double life was cracking.