What Tina Wants

Alex had never felt so conflicted in his life. As he looked down at the pink hair bobbing up and down on his erection, he wasn't sure what he was supposed to feel, what he was supposed to do. Tina, the young woman kneeling in front of him as he sat on his bed, the amazingly beautiful and sexy lady wearing a barely street legal schoolgirl outfit, was, after all, his wife. But in a way, in a very real way, she absolutely wasn't his wife.

Alex's wife Tina was an older woman, a woman the same age as Alex. They'd been married for twenty years! This Tina, the Tina who did such amazing things with her tongue, who was shoving his painfully erect penis so deep down her throat that he was wondering how she wasn't ****, couldn't possibly be more than twenty-years-old herself!

He stared at the young sex-pot, eagerly slurping away, her right hand furiously masturbating beneath her pleated skirt, and realized that a part of him wanted this Tina, this younger, much more attractive Tina, more than he ever wanted his wife. Not to minimize the love he felt for his Tina. He loved her so much, so deeply, that Alex would do anything for her. But this wasn't love. This was desire. He wanted the new Tina. He wanted her on the bed, on the floor, on the kitchen counter. And it seemed that she wanted him too.

Tina slipped his penis from her mouth for a moment, a line of spit connecting her puffy lips to the tip of his erection, and smiled. She licked the length of his rod, once, twice, then dropped down to lick his testicles. The moan that came out of Alex's mouth was unlike any moan he had given before. Sure, he and Tina had experienced sexual bliss before, but this wasn't like that. Something about the new Tina made his body, his mind, awash with a burning need. The pleasure sensors in his brain were on fire as he approached his orgasm, pressure building inside his groin, and although he craved climax, he never wanted the experience to end.

He had no idea why his wife had lost so many years, why she now called him "Mister Alexander", acting as if they weren't married. He added it to the list of disturbing and unsettling experiences he'd had that day. Like why his supervisor from work now looked like a sexy housewife with a moustache and was currently cooking downstairs, or why his co-worker Amanda was now a walking talking centrefold, or even how his favourite mug had transformed to proclaim that he, Alex Alexander, was the World's Best Lay.

At that moment though, as his climax approached, Alex Alexander, middle-aged office worker, couldn't care less. Tina had once again swallowed his penis, bobbing her pink hair up and down, moaning as she fingered herself. Old Tina only gave him head on his birthday, and it was never like this, never so amazing. New Tina was built for it.

Just before his orgasm hit him, Tina again lifted her head from his crotch, her pink hair tickling the tip of his penis, and looked him in the with her big doe eyes.

"Oh, Mister Alexander!" she mewed, "Thank-you for letting me suck your penis! Can you please give me what I want, though? I've been a good girl today, so can you please cum for me?"

That was all he needed. As he stared at the sperm spraying all over Tina's face and her new pink hair, Alex marvelled that he had never seen his wife look so happy.