His chest.

Even after she’d gotten more experience with her tool, Sarah still had a bit of a hair trigger when it came to her cock. It didn’t take a lot of manual tampering on Tom’s part to get her ready to cum again. When it was time, she slapped his hand away, took the cock in her own hand, and aimed it...right at Tom’s chest.

The cum hit Tom’s chest, and immediately he started rubbing it into his skin, getting excited himself to see what would come of his wife’s choice of location. Sure enough, soon the minor swelling he was already having got worse, fat building up under his pectoral muscles until they stuck out enough to be called breasts. Small breasts, to be sure, but breasts nonetheless. Running his hands over them, Tom marveled at how sensitive they were, and shivered when a finger teased his nipple.

Of course, it looked like Sarah was liking the change as well. Licking her lips, she told him, “Well, it looks like this weekend is going to be going in an interesting place. Every time I get hard, I’ll be relieving it, as fast as I can, and make sure all the cum goes on you. I’ll decide where, and you won’t complain. Understand?” Sarah’s voice was authoritative, and Tom couldn’t have argued against her if he wanted to. Instead, he just nodded his head, and that made her smile. Running a hand down Tom’s face, she told him, “Good girl.” Just hearing her say that to him made Tom happy, in a strange way he’d never expected.