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Toby was shocked. These wishes being retroactively, a simple wish to make his wife better at suckling on his balls, had rewritten her history creating a fetish that had granted her husband hundred of hours of pleasure. The husband who was a bit of dick. Nope thought Toby. He'd fix that. Heh, hmmm....what to do...what to do. I got it.

"I wish despite living in a nice neighborhood, a frat house from some university had relocated next door to your home a few years ago and all your practice suckling balls, came from time spent next door your husband was completely unaware of," laughed Toby internally.

"Wait? What? When!?" asked the Husband as he suddenly remembered this alternate-reality wished into existence where his wife regularly attending the "gym", "yoga" and "dance" classes for the first decade of their marriage. Typically, grabbing her car, heading out with her mat, water bottle and other supplies. Being a bit jealous, he'd put a tracker on her car and could always confirm where she'd been. He had that kind of type-a controlling asshole personality.

He wasn't the type to let anyone cuck him. It wasn't until the last three years or so, her yoga classes seemed to be getting longer and she often came out smelling sweaty and as time went on, sometimes reeking of sex. He even recalled calling out the fact her car never seemed to leave the drive way. Yet, something compelled him to be oblivious and just accept ignorantly as the obviously fake excuse of "Oh, I uhh just take an uber." and to never pursue it further. Nor could he divorce her. It was like their life was fated to turn out a certain way.

Toby could see the woman's eyes dart in a bit of panic too even as she continued to suck on those balls. In her mind, she knew Toby had just wished for her to have practiced on frat brothers and now had so many memories of doing such that. She could recall the almost compulsion after they came over to join one of their "parties" and felt drawn to exploring her sexuality. It was like a lust or love potion had been cast. She felt somewhat helpless and a **** to her own emotions as if a magical **** was driving her to commit her uncharacteristic actions.

She could practically recall the first time she skipped her Yoga class, still dressing in her skin-tight lulu lemons that lifted her ass. She'd seen so many of the girls next door visiting the frat wearing similar attire, though they weren't headed anywhere athletic. It was like she practically couldn't control herself, as she followed one of the young-girls through the door. That first night one of the frat boys was quick to chat up this seeming MILF who had arrived. Eventually, taking her had and practically dragged the older woman to one of the many bedrooms and pushed her to knees.

She felt weak and helpless to object. The moment he opened his pants and let them his underwear fall to his knees, while his cock was modest, it wasn't what she wanted. It was like his balls were a magnet. She'd never experienced such a fascination and obsessive need to please. Grasping his cock, she lifted it up and stroked it slowly and lightly, initially disappointing the man thinking he was only getting a hand job until she began to suckle on each ball. Really taking her time.

Word quickly got around about the MILF next door and her obsession; as every night, she kept skipping her class and heading next door instead. Internally, she worried about her husband finding out and leaving her; as he rightfully should she thought. More and more often when she'd show up, young men would practically rush to make small talk and try to separate her to some place private to experience those lips, that tongue, the perfect amount of pressure and so-forth. Its really kind of flattering on a perverse level she though. Soon she'd just show up and they'd just drag her into a room and push her into her knees. They no longer even gave small talk and just treated her like a kink-dispenser.

Were all these memories, fake? Did this kid just rewrite he reality into being a whore? She realized the the stark contrast to her personality and life prior to the day the frat house arrived. Rather modest, timid and vanilla sex with her husband but it was intimate and frequent.

Panicking, the husband pleaded to Toby's rapidly vanishing sense of morality, "You can't do this! Its immoral. Its unfair!" feeling immensely concerned about what else Toby might change. At least, we still have a good sex life, thought the man, forgetting to censor his thoughts.

Toby just smiled, Ah yes, sex. We'll get to that but first....let's fix that good sex life.

Toby just rolled his head forward from where it was rested backwards, enjoying the ministrations of his wife and looked at the man, literately said, I can seem to do anything I want. "I wish you never gave your husband head but had found a particularly hung frat brother who ruthlessly trained you to deepthroat so skillfully you can completely suppress your gag reflex; so you'll be able to touch your nose right to my pelvis."

"You, pointing at the woman, use your new found skills," he said. Feeling the woman's lips and tongue release his balls as she slowly moved from the balls to the tip of his dick, pleading with him for mercy

"Please, you're making me into a whore," begged the beautiful wife as she thought about the gamer frat bro Michael about two months into the three years of her nightly frat house visits. Ruthless perfectly described his training.

She recalled the first time Michael made her suck his balls, she was awestruck but the sheer length and girth of his cock as it rested on her face. Somehow, it felt right his balls matched his cock. It literately cast a shadow and stretched the length of her face. His balls though were so large, full and massive his mouth felt completely and utterly full. They were humongous and the best she'd seen out of all the 20 or so men.

She still recalled Michael and his greater than average intelligence which clued him in something was unusual about her love of balls and her preference for him. "If you want to continue to be allowed to suck deez nuts", she almost cringed as she recalled him using that specific term, "then you're going to need to learn to take this all the way," he replied as he gripped her hair and wedged her lips open with his impressive girth and her eyes went wide.

The **** that seemingly compelled her to practice suckling balls, compelled her to maintain her access to the best pair she'd ever seen to date, as she felt her body practically move of its own violation downward, inch by inch, till it hit the back of her throat causing her to gag before pausing.

The young man to smile, "Oh, we are going to have to work on that," as he gripped the back of her head and began to roughly shove it past the entrance, ignoring her gagging as she started to hit his leg as if to tell him to stop, before he responded "stop hitting me or I'll never let you suckle deez nuts and definitely don't bite!" added the young man fearful of the possibility.

The formerly well-behaved wife had **** but to sit there and allow this young gamer-bro to violate her mouth. She was sure, if this was on the internet, it would have been titled something like MILF GETS RUTHLESSLY THROATED. It had to reach all the way down, if she were to regain access to his balls. That compulsion in her to please those balls made her just sit there and take it dutifully. Thankfully, in her eyes, within a few minutes of intense grunting as he repeatedly moved in and out as fast as his helps and hands could drive him into her, he came gushing into her a substantial load saved up from all her playing with his balls. Unfortunately for her, he only reached about 2/3rds of the way.

Holy shit thought Michael almost in disbelief that worked. _Is...she roleplaying? _he wondered. Time to test this. "Awe, looks like you didn't get it all the way down, did you?" mocked the cocky frat boy, "Don't worry. I will allow you to stroke it back to hardness and try it on your own. Remember, no balls till you can take it ball deep," he said as he grabbed her by the hair making her crawl on her knees half-upright trying to keep up as he pulled out his gamer chair and say down. Motioning for her to get under the desk. "Well, what are you waiting for?"

Ashamed, the wife-next-door climbed her way into small cramped space beneath the desk and proceeded to place her hand around the now semi-limp cock, wet from your own saliva and started to jerk it easily manipulable surface. Its larger half-erect than my husband is fully erect though the young woman as she compared it to her own husband; one she'd been faithful to her entire marriage until two months ago this seemingly magical obsession and compulsive need to get good at sucking balls came into her life like a wrecking ball.

Now some douchebag frat bro had figured out how to manipulate it to train her into being a deepthroat queen? Could this get any worse? She thought as he noticed his cock slowly stiffening back to life and herself swallowing as she put her lips back around the head and started to **** her way down as far as she could. Trying to relax her gag reflex and learn just how women did this in the odd videos she watched as a youth. Maybe I can read a book? she pondered briefly as she felt Michael's hands on her head again, game apparently paused as he once again to savagely yank and pull her deep as she could go and off again in rapid fashion.

Even with her practice, she was almost scared at the size and girth. He'd wished for her to be able to press her nose to his pelvis but he was still at least a full two inches larger than Michael and thicker too. While that thrilled her size-queen nature... wait, is that a result of a wish? If she's a size queen, why did I marry my modestly endowed husband? she paused to reflect on how suspicious this seemed too, she wondered if her training with Michael would allow her to use her swallowing tactics, her holding her breath and all the techniques she'd read about and practiced to achieve this command.

Yet, moments later, as she felt herself effortlessly descend, as she swallowed in time with the objects entrance into her throat, she did just that. While her husband mutely sat in the corner, unable to speak as he hadn't been spoken too -- but in his mind -- yelling Stop. DO SOMETHING. BIT HIS DICK OFF. COME ONNNNN. to be replaced by Holy shit! as he was impressed by his wife's performance.

_"OMG, I wish ...." _Toby left the sentence unfinished as the pleasure overwhelmed him and completely agreed with the husband. Holy shit indeed! as he felt a need to escape the throbbing, massaging sensations of her throat were that good. He tried pushing on her forehead to get her to back off by she just doubled down, swallowing harder and faster with his python creating an obscene bulge in her throat. What the fuck?! Toby thought as the sensations somehow got even more mind blowing. He could feel cum boiling up inside him and realized, too late, it was too good as he was releasing already was wave over wave of powerful orgasm washed over him as his load seemed to go on for a few seconds.

Before she finally pulled off and returned to her seat, trying to get as far away from him as possible.