Louis laid there, trying hard to think of baseball just to keep himself going while his fiancee Debbie sensuously stroked his dick. He didn't know what had been going on with her lately, but after three weeks of being ice cold to him, her giving him a handjob when he accidentally poked her with his morning wood was very much a return to form.
"It's so big." She moaned. Louis saw he hand scratching around her panties. She was always such a sexy minx. Even in the past three weeks when for whatever reason she'd refused to touch him, he'd heard her masturbating in the shower a few times.
"You're so good at that. Lots of practice I guess." Louis groaned back, recalling the many, many times she'd jerked him off.
His words made her pause for a second. "Yeah." She said, sounding almost sad.
Her reaction made Louis panic for a second. Was she going to pull away again? Had he said something wrong? Did she think he was calling her a slut or something? Louis knew he wasn't the only guy she'd been with - he didn't care at all about her libertine past.
But she did pull away, but didn't run. She stood and stripped, pausing for a moment as if considering her womanhood before she turned back to look at him again.
"You're the hottest woman in the world." Louis said, and she was - to him at least.
"I know." She said flatly and climbed slowly back onto the bed, straddling him. The head of his dick rested against her womanhood, and he could feel it pulsing with heat. "Fuck." She said softly, "I want-" and then she lowered herself onto him.
She rode him like a woman possessed. Her moans and gasps were extra loud today - probably something to do with going weeks without sex, Louis thought. It was wild though, and some of the best sex they'd ever had. The obvious ecstacy she felt almost seemed to surprise her.
It was hard for Louis to keep, but thankfully he didn't have to last long. She came fairly quickly and Louis came right along with her, pumping her full of a copious load - it had been weeks after all.
She eventually collapsed on the bed, supressing a smile for a moment, then blinking a few times and letting out a long sigh. It was a satisfied sigh, but also something else...
"What's wrong?" Louis asked.
"Nothing." Debbie answered quickly, staring up at the ceiling.
Louis wanted to push further, but glancing at the clock he realized he was already running late. Spent, he felt an odd mix of calm and frustration with her. She'd just cum, why wasn't she happy? "I gotta shower and get ready." He answered curtly, but he was worried too.
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Drew laid in bed, his whole body tingling in the afterglow of what had very much been the best sex of his entire life. Of course it wasn't his dick that was the epicenter of those tingles, but his pussy.
Debbie's pussy.
Drew had spent the last three weeks trying to find some way to fix this, but he'd only managed to get more and more discouraged as he came up with absolutely zero leads. That stupid idle wish he'd made in that strange magic shop - he knew it had caused this: "I wish me and my buddy Louis could have awesome sex all the time!"
So stupid. He'd been trying to be generous. Trying to help him and his friend get laid more often. Laid by other people.
Instead, reality had been rewritten so that Drew was Louis's fiancee Debbie. Nobody - not even Drew's parents - remembered that he'd been Drew. To everyone but himself, Drew had always been Debbie.
Three weeks of trying to find that magic shop again, or any clues to undoing actual magic wishes, all the while grappling with his nymphomaniac body's insane desires had left him completely spent. When Louis's dick had poked into him the morning, Drew just hadn't had the willpower to actually resist anymore. He just did what felt natural.
And it had been wonderful.
Really, in general, being Debbie had been wonderful. As near as Drew could tell from skimming Debbie's old socials, Debbie was a lot like him, only... happier? Her posts certainly made it seem that way, especially in the last two years since she and Louis had jumped from a long simmering crush/friendship into actual dating - then an engagement three months ago.
Now satisfied in a fashion he'd never experienced before, Drew felt a bit of an epiphany. He was Debbie. He was himself too, but from now on, also Debbie. Magic shops and miswishes, these were once-in-a-lifetime things. He wasn't going to turn back.
Drew was a woman. His best friend's woman. Was that so bad? They did everything together before, and now they did everything together, plus sex. Awesome sex.
Drew heard the shower running and felt a new impulse. Today - he decided - he was going to start following those impulses.
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In the shower, Louis turned over sex with Debbie again and again in his mind, not luridly, but trying to figure out what had gone wrong.
Then the bathroom door opened. Debbit was there, still naked. She stepped into the shower with him, looking up at him with an odd expression. She was so sexy.
Then she put her hands around his neck and pulled him down to kiss him. "I'm sorry." She said softly, "I- I want this to work. You're my best friend."
It wasn't quite 'I love you', but it was a hell of a lot closer to it than anything she'd said to him in the past few weeks. Louis grabbed her, lifting her off her feet so he could kiss her more easily. Sometimes he forgot how tiny she was.
As they made out, she noticed - eventually - Louis's cock had come back to life. "Round two?" She giggled.
Louis was totally going to be late for work, but for make-up shower sex, he was totally happy to be late for work.
As the shower pattered on their skin and he plowed her to another screaming orgasm, he tensed and nutted inside her again. Quickly then he wondered what had gone wrong with her, but was glad for the return to form.
Maybe it was just hormones, he thought. He knew she'd gone off birth control recently. They'd talked about it before and they both wanted a big family and decided they weren't going to waste any time getting started...