Three Filthy Wishes

Chapter 1: The First Wish.

Caleb loved fucking his wife.

Sunday nights were their ritual. No matter how long, how stressful the week was, Caleb always came home starving for her. And Emma -- sweet, shy Emma -- was always ready.

She was the perfect contradiction: a gorgeous, bookish good girl on the outside, but underneath, she was his filthy, aching little fuckdoll. She wore tight pencil skirts, silky blouses that hinted at the curves she hid all day, and by night, she stripped down to sheer lingerie, the kind that made Caleb's cock ache at just the sight.

That night, he took her hard, desperate, full of love and lust. He kissed her deeply, hands roaming her body, pulling needy moans from her mouth as he pressed her back onto the bed. He buried himself deep inside her, feeling the hot clench of her pussy as she wrapped her legs around him, heels digging into his ass, urging him deeper.

"Fuck me, Caleb," she gasped, nails scratching down his back. "Fill me, baby. Make me yours."

He slammed into her, each thrust deeper, harder, making the bed creak under their bodies. Emma came first, sobbing his name, and he wasn't far behind, cumming deep inside her, filling her so much she whimpered and clutched him tighter.

Later, while Emma slept against his chest, Caleb found the bottle.

Inside, waiting, was Ruby: young, wild, freckled, red curls bouncing, body wrapped in tight yoga pants and a tiny cut-off movie T-shirt that barely hid her perky, perfect tits. Her bubble butt jiggled with every step, the yoga pants molded to her like a second skin.

"Three wishes, baby," she purred, stretching languidly. "Make 'em count."

Without hesitation, Caleb made his first wish: invisibility.

That night, he set the trap.

Emma believed she was going to a charity mixer. Instead, she met Marcus -- tall, dark, powerful, muscles straining against his shirt, packing thirteen thick inches of cock between his legs.

Caleb watched invisible as Emma fought temptation, her modesty warring with her need. She blushed, laughed nervously, tried to resist the deep, confident flirtations.

Marcus was patient. Charming. Dangerous.

One touch. One whispered word. One desperate, trembling nod from Emma.

Then she was his.

Marcus kissed her roughly, his big hands gripping her hips, pulling her against him. Emma whimpered, letting him lift her onto the couch, panties soaked through with need.

He pulled them aside, revealing her dripping pussy, and pushed inside her slowly. Emma gasped, clutching the cushions, her body arching off the couch as Marcus filled her deeper than Caleb ever had.

"So tight, baby," Marcus growled, thrusting deep. "You're made for this cock."

Emma sobbed, wrapping her arms around his neck, begging for more.

"Fuck me, please," she cried. "Stretch me, fill me, ruin me!"

Marcus slammed into her harder, pulling desperate screams from her throat. Caleb stroked himself, moaning silently as he watched his sweet, shy wife transformed into a moaning, trembling slut.

She came hard, sobbing against Marcus' chest, and he followed with a deep grunt, filling her with thick, hot cum.

Caleb knew: this was only the beginning.

Chapter 2: The Body Swap Wish

The next night, Caleb made his second wish.

"I want to swap bodies with you," he told Ruby.

She grinned. "Fuck yes, baby."

A snap of her fingers -- and the world flipped.

Caleb blinked, looking down at his new body -- Ruby's tiny, freckled form. Heavy, perfect tits. Thick, bouncy thighs. An ass so fat and high it defied reality. He touched himself, moaning softly at how sensitive he was, every inch of him aching for touch.

Ruby, now in Caleb's body, smirked.

"Goddamn, look at you, baby," she purred. "You're fucking perfect."

She threw him onto the bed, ripped his yoga pants down, and shoved Caleb's own thick cock inside his new dripping pussy.

The sensation was overwhelming. Caleb's freckled tits bounced with every thrust, his pussy clenching desperately around the thick cock.

Emma joined them, slipping onto the bed, her lips finding Caleb's new breasts, kissing and sucking until he was writhing between them.

"Cum for me," Emma whispered, rubbing his clit in tight, relentless circles. "Cum while your cock ruins you."

Caleb shattered, body spasming around his own cock.

They fucked like animals -- three bodies tangled together, moaning, gasping, desperate for more. Ruby filled Caleb's new body with load after load, while Emma kissed and worshipped every inch of him.

After the first round, they split into pairs, each partner taking turns using Caleb's new dripping pussy. Emma rode him hard, grinding down, sobbing his name. Ruby bent him over the bed, fucking him deep while whispering filthy promises into his ear.

And Caleb knew: this was heaven.

Chapter 3: Sabrina's Night (Extended Perfection)

For his third wish, Caleb knew exactly what he needed.

"I want to go back to when I was in my early twenties," he said. "I want to hook up with Sabrina Carpenter. And I want a remote so I can pause, rewind, fast-forward the night and make it perfect."

Ruby grinned. "Good boy."

The concert had just ended. Sabrina was radiant: tiny, sweaty, wild, her glittery shorts hugging her fat little ass, her crop top soaked through, nipples rock hard and begging for attention.

She spotted Caleb immediately. Smiled. Grabbed his hand.

"You're coming with me," she whispered.

On the tour bus, Sabrina attacked him. Kissing, grinding, peeling her clothes off, desperate for something real.

He pushed her down onto the velvet couch, pulled her shorts off, lined up his cock--

CLICK.

Paused.

She whimpered slightly, not ready yet.

REWIND.

Caleb teased her first, rubbing his cock up and down her soaking slit, making her gush and moan.

Then he slid inside -- perfect.

They tried missionary first. Good, but not perfect.

CLICK.

Rewind.

Doggy style? Fuck yes. Sabrina screamed into the cushions, begging him to ruin her.

Reverse cowgirl? Even better. Her thick ass bouncing on his cock, her tiny hands grabbing his thighs, sobbing in pleasure.

They experimented with every position, every speed, every angle. Caleb used the remote to perfect every kiss, every thrust, every desperate moan Sabrina gave him.

At the hotel, they fucked again. Harder. Wilder.

He threw her over the balcony railing, fucked her against the cold glass, made her cum so hard she bit his shoulder to muffle her scream.

The first time he woke up alone, he rewound. Woke up just before she left, pulled her back into bed, and fucked her slow, deep, until she cried with pleasure.

"God, baby... you're everything," she whispered, trembling beneath him.

And then he saved it.

Forever.

Sabrina Carpenter: dripping, shaking, begging for him -- locked in his memory.

And in his private virtual reality file. Ready to relive any time he wanted.