The Power of the Ring, Ch. 07

This story is a continuation of the previous chapter. To better understand the context and situation, reading the previous entries are highly recommended.

Note to the Reader: This work includes material related to violence and non-consensual cuckolding.

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They fell asleep not wanting to spoil their intimacy with sex. Upon waking, they made love to heighten their intimacy. Neither spoke. No words were needed. Neither had moved from the position they took upon going to bed. As each of them woke, they could feel the stirring of the other in their hands. Her wetness on his fingers. The point of her stiffening nipple on his other palm. The thickening of his cock in her hand.

She lay on her back and welcomed him. As he moved on top of her, her hands rubbed his shoulders while she embraced him with her legs. He was fully erect now, and he didn't waste time trying to guide himself with his hands. Instead, he pressed down upon her and thrust his tongue deeply into her mouth as he pressed himself against her. They tasted each other as his crown rubbed across her wetness, finally finding its' way inside her.

He pushed his way into her, her opening gripping his girth as he slowly sank into the body of his beloved. His hips met hers and her legs tightened around his waist. Their tongues still danced as she rubbed her hands over his broad expanse of back. They stayed there motionless for what seemed like forever, connected at the hips and mouth, looking only at the eyes of the other. Truly one person.

She didn't know if she started to urge him in and out of her, or if he began thrusting on his own. Each time he rose out of her, her legs eventually brought him back home. Over and over it went on, neither seeking to change positions or vary their pace. All they sought in the morning's lovemaking was the constant sensation and complete connection. The rest would take care of itself.

And eventually -and without hurry -it did. Sometime during their coupling, their breathing became heavier. Movements became less regular. More urgent. More intense.

Their kiss broke as her head slowly rolled backwards. As her fingernails drew lines down his back, she gripped around the part of him buried within her. Her muscular legs urged him deeper into her, using him as a tool for her body's release as she screamed wordlessly at the ceiling, her juices spraying out from the point of their joining in time with the thrusts of his cock.

Those same legs responded again some time later, driving him -urging him -inside her as he finally exploded. His face buried against her cheek, he yelled out as he crested the peak of his orgasm. Over and over he shot jets into her as he emptied himself into the body of the woman he loved, urged on again and again by her legs driving him deeper and deeper and taking more and more of him.

Both of them experienced the mind-blowing, physics-defying orgasms that were now a normal part of their magically-enhanced sexual experience. However, unlike before, neither pursued the sharp, hungry, and urgent climb to ecstasy that their superhuman lust -fueled by such epic pleasure -brought about. This morning was not about joyously chasing down a cataclysmic explosion of bliss never felt by any human before. Instead, each of them blossomed into their peak, rolling gently up to and over the cliff. This time was about savoring the journey and enjoying the impossibly intense sensation as well as the wet heat they poured out into and onto one another.

When they were both spent, he stayed hilted in her. Her arms and legs continued to embrace him as she wordlessly massaged him with her insides. Lips and tongues met and danced and grazed across the tender flesh of their partner at a leisurely pace. Neither had any desire or ability to assess the amount of time that had passed. They stayed joined as one for what seemed like hours, locked together and savoring the sights, smells, sounds, feelings, and tastes their lover had to offer. Even after disconnecting from one another, they moved only to link bodies in an embrace and stayed in each other's arms until the post-orgasmic relaxed euphoria had long since drifted away.

After rising, showering and putting on clothes, they spent the remainder of the day acting as close to a normal couple as possible since their life had so dramatically changed course. Walking on the beach. Swimming in the cool water of the bay and exploring the rock formations on the shore. Eating and talking on the balcony of the room while enjoying the fresh breeze blowing off of the water.

No lust-fueled explorations of each other's bodies. No rolling cascades of thunderous back-to-back-to-back orgasmic explosion. No magical manipulation of each other's bodies.

For the first time as new people, the two lovers were simply a couple enjoying being around one another. And for the rest of their vacation, that was the way it stayed. Several times throughout the next few days, their bodies would meet and join into one person. Each time, they enjoyed the bounty that resulted from the two of them now being the most gifted lovers the world had ever known. Each time, they enjoyed the results of orgasms far more intense than any other person had ever felt before.

But it was no longer about the overwhelming, titanic waves of physical pleasure. It was about that same feeling being shared between the two of them. The feeling was still just as magnificent, but now the central and most important point was that it was given by one to the other. Without exception, every single orgasm the two of them shared for the rest of that time was experienced with hands interlocked with the hands of their lover and faces and bodies pressed tightly against one another.

On the last day of their trip, they both woke early. They decided to make a pre-dawn visit to the spot where their new lives began. Hand in hand they walked up the beach to the small, circular bay where the ring that had changed their lives completely lay hidden for an unknown expanse of time prior to his arrival there days before. There they stood alone in the clear waters of the bay.

In the pre-dawn light, they embraced. She locked her legs around his hips and he sank down and sat on the sand, bring every part of their bodies below their shoulders under the water. As her tongue entered his mouth, he entered her. Rocking her hips in a gentle, yet perfect rhythm, she took the lead and coaxed them both to an orgasm as the pink rays of the rising sun reflected off of the water. Stiffening in each other's arms at almost the same moment, they each gave of themselves deeply to the other. The results of their ecstasy then slowly spilled out into the salt water around them as they continued the act of love long after each had ceased to spasm and throb.

Lost in the moment and each other's eyes, their bodies acted according to a deep, intimate need. Nothing existed for the two of them in that moment but each other. No other sights, no other sounds, no feelings smells or tastes.

Just each other. Alone together in paradise. Slowly, their building ecstasy added its' own colors to the beautiful picture the two were painting in that moment. Like tide on the beach, it washed over the two of them at the same time as their bodies pressed tight and their mouths were locked together.

There, in that moment, they felt as if they had played some small part in the completion of a mysterious cycle. The ring that was living inside of both of them had been taken from that place. Now, before they left, they offered something back that was a product of that same ring. As they silently separated from one another, they watched the last remnants of the essence that had been released from their bodies dissipate into nothingness in the water. They both confided in each other that -although it felt a bit strange -their offering seemed somewhat appropriate.

They left behind nothing more than what they created by using what was taken from that place.

They returned to their room, where they packed their bags and began their journey to resume their old lives as completely new people.

***

The couple's first steps towards to the new chapter of their old lives began not with a bang, but with an uncomfortable whimper. Larger than average when he boarded the plane leaving home, he always found air travel somewhat uncomfortable. However, thanks to the remolding of his body at the hands of his wife, he was now gigantic by most estimates. He had gained at least half a foot in height, and what felt like double that in width. His new frame weighed -by his estimation -at least 75 pounds more than his old body. And that represented a gain in muscle as well as a loss of fat.

When he sat down into his assigned seat on the plane going back home -even though it was a larger first class seat -it felt like he would need to be buttered if he were expected to get back out again. He had to duck severely now to avoid hitting his head on the ceiling the entire length of the plane. He was as wide as the aisle and then some now, so moving down to his seat involved him shuffling sideways in order to make things easier on all involved. The one thing he had working in his favor was that he was assigned a window seat. He could at least shift his body and lean against the wall while stretching out in front of his wife's seat as she rested her legs on his.

His wife's new body however, met with no such difficulty. After being remade by her loving husband, she stood taller, but was still quite reasonable at a bit under five and a half feet. Her body was a tight and athletic blend of shapely curves and hard muscle. If anything, her new body made her feel more comfortable than ever before. Not only was she now confident in her looks, but her additional height erased the few difficulties she had faced before due to being somewhat shorter than average.

Where her new body did pose challenges, however, was in the attention that it brought her. Walking next to her husband felt like walking next to a gigantic Viking warrior. People couldn't help but cast a second glance his way. While his hard-to-ignore size captured the attention of most people, where their eyes lingered, however, was on her. Now possessing a body that befitted a sex goddess, she found herself the subject of stares -from discreet to overt -by men and women alike. The clothes she wore -crafted days ago in order to accentuate her form to the delight of her husband -captivated most who looked at her.

It could be said without being disingenuous that her best outfit was her amazing naked body, and her clothes were crafted to highlight that fact.

She had always been attractive. But now, instead of catching the eye, she grabbed it, held on, and refused to let go. It had taken her a notable amount of getting used to being looked at. Although she was becoming more at ease with the attention and was beginning to accept that -unless excessive or acted upon without permission -it was a fairly harmless part of her new body. It still seemed strange to her, however.

As the plane took off and began to cruise, the two lovers settled down and prepared for the hours and hours they'd be spending in that cramped space. After a while, there was a discussion about the possibility of using the ring to alter their accommodations. While they both agreed they'd be more than able to use their power to join the 'mile high club', they didn't see a way to use a ring centered on sexuality to make plane seats larger. That is, not without exerting too much power or using it in a way that they hadn't before.

Both agreed that, after the 'goddess episode' of several days prior, neither wanted to push the limits of the ring at this particular time. Both then resigned themselves to having to put up with it. And, although neither admitted it out loud, both found it a bit reassuring that they'd have to deal with something inconvenient, as opposed to using the ring to fix it.

It made them feel a bit more human, in a way.

A few hours went by occupied by little more than small talk and casual lighthearted conversation. But then, at his prompting, the conversation began to become serious.

"So," he began hesitantly after a lull in the conversation, "Have you notice anything weird?"

She looked at him quizzically. "You mean," she asked with more than a hint of sarcasm, "Other than that whole 'magic' thing?"

He shook his head with an amused chuckle. "OK," he relented, "You've got a point. But that wasn't how I meant it. I was wondering if you got the feeling that some things recently didn't add up."

"How so?" she asked.

"Well," he explained, with a subtle lowering of his voice in preparation to discuss some of the events of the past week and a half, "Normally when the ring worked in our... let's say... favor... it all seemed to be a coincidence. For instance, an upgrade we didn't know we were eligible for. A dinner pass as part of our vacation package that we didn't know about."

She nodded when she felt him pause to think. "I'm with you," she replied, "Go on."

"I can't recall that happening today," he elaborated, "We came here flying coach. But now, our tickets are first class on the return trip. No upgrade. No overbooking. It just... was." She remained silent as he continued. "And the layover in New York," he went on, "I didn't schedule that. I damn well know I didn't pay for the room reservation we have. But it's there. A night at a four-star hotel. And the ticket for the rest of the way home. It's just there. No explanation. Like it was that way all the time, except I know it wasn't."

She still didn't speak, however he could observe the faintest bit of tightness creep into her strong jawline.

"That's not how the ring's been working so far," he continued, as if wandering through his own thoughts, "And it... it just seems odd to me that things would change. Am I over reacting, or are you feeling the same thing?"

She still didn't speak. The tightness in her jaw, however, was still there. Her eyes had opened a little wider and were beginning to dart anxiously. He seemed, however, to be too lost in thought to notice.

"And another thing," he continued, almost to himself, "I'd normally be getting my focus back on work. I mean, I know I have several days after we get back before I have to go in, but normally, I'd be at least going through a mental checklist of things we need to do to get back to the real world, so to speak. And, I mean.... I kind of have those thoughts in my head, but they just don't feel right somehow. It's like it's just... off."

She couldn't hide her anxiety now. Her hand was up by her lips and her eyes wide. "Oh my God," she stammered, "Oh... oh, no... You mean, you didn't..."

He held her gaze as she tried to complete a thought.

"You mean," she asked nervously, "You didn't even notice the tickets?"

His brow furrowed in confusion. "No," he answered, puzzled, "You took charge of those and the passports when we left the resort. I really only had them when you gave me mine at the airport. Why?"

She was uncomfortably shifting in her seat now. "Oh, no," she muttered, "Oh, no. I thought you knew. Or maybe figured it out by-"

"Knew what??" he interrupted, concern growing in his voice.

Her eyes shot back at him with a look of almost sheepish embarrassment. "I'm so sorry," she said.

Almost instinctively, he gave a quick look around to see if their discussion had caught any overt or discreet eavesdroppers. Satisfied they had some modicum of privacy, he leaned subtly close to her and continued the conversation in whispers.

"What did you do?" he asked insistently.

"I'm so sorry," she apologized again, "I wasn't trying to hide it. I just thought you knew."

"What did you do??" he hissed.

"I didn't mean to do it," she tried to explain, "It just happened."

"What. Did. You. Do?"

She gave no response to him. Instead, she reached into her carry-on bag, grabbed his passport, and handed it to him briskly. When he opened it, he immediately saw the picture. It was of his new face. It was almost exactly the same as his original passport photo, as the core of his face had not changed. His features had, however lost their smoothed-out appearance as he had lost body fat and were replaced with more chiseled, angular features.

What shocked him was that he remembered seeing the new photo when he opened the passport to board the plane and didn't think anything of it. And not thinking anything of the rest of the information on the passport. Now, however, actively looking at it, he was shocked at just how much was different.

"Who the fuck is Donar?" he asked, way too loudly, looking up at her when he said it.

She didn't reply. Instead, she handed him her passport. He looked at it and immediately passed by the picture of her subtly-changed face. "And who the hell is Inanna?" he asked perplexed, but still keeping his voice low.

She hadn't lost that sheepish look on her face. "It's you," she explained in a shy whisper, "And me."

He shook his head. "Umm..." he mused, "This is news to me. What did you do??!??"

"I did what we talked about," she explained, shrugging her shoulders, "I did what we agreed right before we combined the rings."

He shook his head. "That's not how I remember it," he disagree, still obviously confused and trying to keep his voice low, "As I recall it, we just agreed to change things so people remember us as we are now. Why the hell do we both have new names???"

"Ummm..." she replied, embarrassment and resignation still strong in her voice, "OK, so I wasn't exactly in my right mind at the time..."

"So..." he began, "You mean to tell me you did this when you were a full-on sex goddess?"

"Yeah," she confirmed, "Right before I gave up the ring again. I still wanted to make sure we accomplished what we were aiming for."

"Well... umm... thank you," he offered, "But why did we have to get new names?"

"I can't really explain what was going through my head," she replied, "I was still in my 'you puny mortals know nothing' mindset. I guess I really couldn't comprehend being the same people. At the time it made perfect sense to fashion completely new identities for the two of us because we were completely different people."

"But we are the same people. For the most part," he insisted.

"That's not what I thought at that moment," she explained, "What you're saying makes perfect sense to me now. But to goddess me... probably not so much. At that moment, I was hung up on the idea that we were gods walking among mortals... So..."

"So...?" he baited, waiting for her to finish her statement.

"So..." she finished hesitantly, "I gave us different names. Of gods."

His eyes opened wide. "You did what?!?!!?"

The conversation stalled as the other passengers shifted their attention to their conversation, trying to pick up on what was being said. After several minutes, when the interest of nearby strangers seemed to die down, he continued.

"OK," he said, "So you changed our names. Fine. We'll get back to that. But before what else did you change?"

"Well," she began, still with a hint of embarrassment, "I can tell you some things. But not all." He was clearly confused.

"Why only some," he asked, "And not all?"

"Because," she answered, "I don't exactly remember it all."

It seemed to him like the situation got less and less understandable by the second. "How is it," he asked, bewildered, "That you rearranged parts of our lives -and other people lives -and can't even remember it?"

"Well," she explained, "Like I said -I was a goddess at the time. The effort it took to make changes -even drastic and large-scale ones like that -was almost gone. It just became reality." He nodded to let her know he understood as she spoke. "It's hard even thinking about what was going on in my head then. It... It just feels so foreign now. The only way I can explain it was that I made the changes when I was a goddess. Right then, I cared about you and me. That's pretty much it. I cared about what mortals did about as much as I care about what the ants do in our front yard."

"So how will I know what's different and what's not?" he asked.

"It's all there," she replied, "It's just hard to realize because it's also currently reality. You're going to have to focus to be able to realize what parts of our lives have been changed, because you'll have to connect them to a part of reality that doesn't exist anymore. That technically never did, in some ways."

He took a second to gather his thoughts. He trusted his beloved implicitly -he always had. So he began taking a mental inventory and trying to determine what parts of his memories existed before the ring, and what parts only seemed like they existed before the ring.

"OK," he began, "I don't think our families changed. Is that right?"

"You're right," she confirmed, "Other than the fact that they remember us as we are now, and not as we were. The same with our friends."

"OK, that's a plus," he continued, "And I'm... I'm a security consultant. No... wait... We own our own private security contracting company."

She nodded silently next to him.

"Well," he said, almost as an aside, "I guess that's somewhat close to what I did before. Just scaled up by a whole hell of a lot." She took his hand in hers while she began to talk along with him. Her conversation was partially to help reaffirm what he was saying, and part to help him come to terms with the new reality that had been shaped around him.

"Yes," she added, "We've owned the business together for about 10 years. We went international in the past 12 months. We started turning a consistent profit 5 years ago, and we've made more every year since then."

He nodded, continuing, "I remember. I mean... I..." He struggled to wrap his mind around memories in his head that were from events that had just blinked into being in the last several hours.

"We... We just moved into a different office space about 6 months ago," he went on, beginning to see the changes Anna had made a bit more easily now, "And bought our new house last year."

"Nothing fancy or ridiculous," confirmed Anna, "Neither of us find that appealing. But we're doing fairly well and living comfortably. There's a lot we aren't able to do, but we don't really have the day-to-day worries we did before. The mortgage is always going to get paid. We'll never have to deal with both cars breaking down at the same time again. Or the furnace giving out in the middle of winter."

He nodded contemplatively. "I can't find anything to object to so far," he replied, "I wouldn't have felt comfortable if we were going back to opulence and luxury."

She nodded, "I know," she replied lovingly, "And neither would I. Quite frankly, I'd rather it never got to the point where that changed."

"I agree," he said, "I don't want to even go down that road. Especially after your foray into godhood, I think we need to make a focused effort on staying grounded from here on out."

"I agree," she replied.

After a brief moment, he continued. "What about the people from the jobs we had that don't exist anymore?"

"That's simple," she smiled, "Both of us transitioned from the jobs that we actually had. Our prior careers and the people we met and made friendships with... That's all there, but just a bit different. I guess you could look at it like it was just a step on the way to where we are now. And if you think about your list of employees, you'll find that everyone we were friends with where we both used to work are now working with us."

He sat silently for a while, idly staring ahead as he contemplated the situation. "OK," he spoke up after several moments, "It's all starting to come together in my brain. And it doesn't' seem as bad as I thought it could be at first." Then, he deliberately turned to face her.

"So let's get back to those new names again, dear." His voice was dripping was comical sarcasm. Her cheeks flushed as she chuckled, once again feeling sheepish in spite of herself.

"It's not like everyone realizes it's a new name," she reasoned, "And they're fairly close to our old names."

His eyes widened and he blinked exaggeratedly. "Donar and Inanna?" he replied, "How is that anywhere even close?"

"Don and Anna," she replied, "It's not like we can't abbreviate them, for crying out loud."

He nodded in relenting agreement. "OK," he capitulated, "It's a bit closer. Same first letters, at least. And -to be fair -we normally don't use each other's names much anyway."

"That's true, baby," she replied with a smirk.

"Thanks, love," he retorted.

"No problem, Don."

"Anytime, Anna."

Both were silent. "OK," she admitted after a few moments, "So that's a lot weirder than I thought it would be."

He nodded in agreement. "I think," he said introspectively, "That before we go any further, we need to discuss whether or not we can change all of this. Can we undo any of this?"

She nodded. "Yes, of course we can," she replied. Then she let the pause in her sentence hang pregnant in the air.

"If I use the whole ring again."

The silence that followed spoke volumes about the implications of what was just said. "So," she added after several heartbeats, "I think the question is whether or not we want to risk it."

He shook his head almost immediately. "No," he stated, both firmly and gently, "I don't want to put you through that again. If I have any say in this, I'd rather adapt to our current situation and go from there."

"Thank you," she said with relief, "The thought of having to deal with that again..." she shook her head reflexively. "It scares the hell out of me. And I'm so glad you don't want me to have to do that again."

"Agreed," added Don, "And I'm also really uncomfortable with the fact that what we did changed other people's lives."

"Me, too," Anna agreed, "Even though nothing bad came about because of it... I don't ever want to do that anymore. Especially since I can't guarantee that I wouldn't make even more changes if I did."

"Right," confirmed Don, "So that means we're not going to be undoing the changes, are we?"

"I don't think so," she replied, "I don't trust myself with that much power and that little concern for people other than you and I."

"Then I guess it's settled," he replied after a moment, "Right... Anna?"

She laughed, kissing him on the shoulder and saying nothing more than "Thank you."

Time passed as both sat in silence in their seats. Each, in their own way, were reviewing their new lives and trying to get more comfortable with the new world they would each be shortly stepping into.

"One thing," he brought up as the question formed in his head, "I didn't get to ask it before. Donar and Inanna. You said those were names of gods."

"Yes," she confirmed.

"But I never heard of them before," he continued, "Are they... like... some low-budget minor deities or something?"

"No," she answered with a chuckle, "They're not. One's just obscure and one is just a different name."

He said nothing and waited for her to elaborate.

"Inanna," she began, "Is an ancient Sumerian goddess. She was supposedly the goddess of sex, war, and power."

He raised an eyebrow.

"What," she asked, "I thought the sex goddess thing seemed appropriate."

"Oh, I agree," he interjected so quickly as to almost interrupt her, "As a person who's been on the receiving end of your... err... divine talents... I can't tell you how much I agree with that. It was the war and power thing I was confused about."

She shrugged. "It seemed appropriate at the time," she said, "Especially since I wasn't exactly a picture of modesty and humility while I was a living goddess."

"Fair enough," he said with a laugh, "I can absolutely get behind the 'power' part. I mean... you're built like you could fuck someone literally to death."

"Maybe," she agreed, a sultry and mischievous grin spreading across her face, "But you can handle me just fine."

"Oh, I can," Don agreed with a wink, "Gladly. I just don't get the 'war' thing. It seemed like it came out of left field."

"I don't think so," she disagreed, "Sex and violence and power are linked together a lot. Probably just a side effect of testosterone."

He stared at her, not understanding where she was intending to go with that statement.

"Oh, come on -look at me," she explained, "I'm horny all the time. At the drop of a hat, I'll throw you down, fuck you until you tap out and make you blow until your balls run dry. And then make you want to do it again."

He nodded enthusiastically. He couldn't argue with that in the slightest.

"And," she continued, "I'm strong as hell, and ridiculously fit. Just because it started with magic doesn't mean it's totally divorced from reality. Even though I'm keeping it in check and other hormones are buffering it, my body's flooded in enough testosterone to make a computer nerd want to strangle a musk ox."

"Really?" he responded, a bit confused.

"Absolutely," she replied, running her hand up his large thigh until her hand closed around him over his pants, "Or do I need to convince you to empty your balls into me right here?"

"You've convinced me," he admitted, with both a chuckle and a pleasured groan. She gave him a quick squeeze and a few strokes before she released him.

"OK," he said, trying to change the subject before he did take her up on her offer, "That explains you. What about me? Who the hell is Donar?"

"It's... It's the old High German name for Thor."

"Thor," he asked with a laugh, "Thor??!? You got a sex goddess and I got a superhero with a hammer?"

She leaned back against him and pressed her body against his. "Noooo," she said with a seductive purr, "Don't think of it that way. Thor is the god of thunder. Of strength. Of power. And -in many stories -the god of fertile male virility."

Her hands once again sought out and found his cock in his pants. As her fingers wrapped around it over his pants, it rose to meet her, powerless to resist her body's siren call.

"I think it fits you perfectly," she said, "Big." Her hand was now wrapped almost completely around his member, which was straining inside his pants. She gave his cock a firm stroke, and he felt a rush all throughout his body.

It was as if the air was being sucked into him. He felt his body grow and felt absolutely awash in power.

"Strong." Another stroke. A bigger rush. More growing. More power.

"Powerful." Another stroke. He moaned. His head was swimming as his clothes tightened around him.

"A warrior." Another stroke. He felt like his muscles were going to erupt through his skin as the world seemingly continued to subtly shrink around him.

"A huge dripping hammer of a cock with gallons of hot cum ready to flood any pussy lucky enough to milk him." Another stroke. He moaned again -a low bassy rumble that vibrated through his massive chest. He felt powerful -almost godlike. The sound of the seams on his shirt tearing was the only thing that brought him back to reality. That, and his sex goddess of a wife letting go of his member. He would have been powerless to stop her had she not.

He caught his breath and looked down at himself. His clothes were visibly tighter. His shirt -now like a second skin -had split each of the sleeves at the inner seams. What once were short sleeves now stretched down barely past his shoulders and could no longer summit his biceps.

He snapped his gaze back to her. "What did you do to me," he hissed in a whisper, trying desperately not to call attention them. She smiled flirtatiously. Lustily.

She traced her fingertip across his huge pecs and down his tight, muscled stomach. "Mmmmm," she moaned, her voice dripping with liquid sex, "I just helped out my big... huge... strong man."

He looked at her smiling up at him. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" he asked, more amused than perturbed.

The widening of her smile was all the answer he needed.

"You aren't going to put me back, are you," he asked rhetorically, "I'm going to stay like this, aren't I?"

She bit her lower lip as she shook her head no. "I mean," she asked playfully, "If you really want me to undo it, I will."

He thought for a moment. "What do you want," he asked. Her tongue ran quickly over her teeth as she looked him up and down openly sizing him up like a piece of big, delicious, meat.

"Me likey," she admitted friskily, "A LOT."

He sighed. "Alright," he said, "Just no more, OK? I'm about as big as I can be before it starts making daily life go from inconvenient to impossible."

She nodded. "OK," she said, holding up her hand with her pinky finger extended, "I promise."

He raised his own hand and sealed their pinky promise with a chuckle. "I still remember you liking skinny, grungy, artsy guys, way back when," he mused.

She shrugged in response. "I did. But what can I say," she replied, "Tastes change. Having a huge hard body to grab onto when I cum is absolutely amazing."

The seductively playful look came back to her face. "And," she added, "Having a monster that can engulf me with his body and that I can wrap around my little finger is really fucking hot, I'm not gonna lie. There's just so... much... of you. For my lips, my legs, my pussy, my hands, my mouth..." Her voice trailed off in a lusty haze.

He shook his head. His facepalm was for no other reason than to hide his smile and his blush.

He looked down at his body again. Then back at his wife. "So," he began, "If your body has an overabundance of hormones, what does that mean for me?"

"The same," she responded, "Just moreso. The biological adaptations you have to make you what you are... genetic tweaks... ridiculous amounts of hormones... It's pretty impressive."

"But," he countered, "I obviously have a huge sex drive. But I'd think there would be other things I'd notice."

"Some," she agreed, "But others you don't notice because the way I know you value your personality is keeping them in check. The same way it is with me. That drastic change in our biochemistry happening all at once would definitely change the way we thought. And I didn't want that, so I made sure to keep us the way we were."

"I don't think I quite understand," he confessed.

"Well," she retorted, "Let me help you."

Then it hit him. How much he wanted to have sex with his wife.

To fuck her. Rut with her. Breed her.

The desire roared up within him as his heart rate accelerated and his breathing became deeper, he wanted nothing more than to tear off both of their clothes and take her here. In front of everyone.

To make them watch. To make every man on this plane see how a real man fucks. Why he was the one to deserve a goddess like her. And he'd show them all. Show them how much better he was. He'd fuck her over and over again and empty himself in her and on her and they'd see just how much better he was. How much more he was.

He was the apex male on this whole plane -maybe even the whole fucking planet -and every woman watching would want him. They'd want his massive cock to split them open. They would all orgasm on his big dick and beg for him to explode inside them.

And he would. He would fill up each and every one of them.

He'd hold his wife tight next to him while she rubbed him and licked him and sucked him and told him how much she wanted to watch him fill all of those women with his cum. None of them would be able to handle his big dick, so his wife would hold its base in her hand and feel him throb and swell with every blast of cum he sprayed inside every one of their needy cunts. She'd tell him over and over how hot it feels. How much she'd want to watch as he ruined them forever, knowing that they'd never be fucked like that again and that he was only for her. And then he'd claim his wife again and give gallons of his hot cum to the only woman in the whole world who deserved it.

And then, all at once, it stopped.

He didn't notice how long she'd been doing it, but he noticed his wife laughing into her hand, trying to be discreet as he regained his composure. "Well," he said, "That was... interesting."

"Get it now?" she asked

"Oh... Yeah. Got it." Came the somewhat flustered reply.

***

They set their bags down in their room in their New York hotel. Only a few miles from LaGuardia airport, it was by no means the most luxurious hotel in the city. However, their top-floor suite that took up the entire corner of the building and had a balcony overlooking the New York City skyline was certainly the best room in the hotel -not to mention the best hotel room they'd ever been in. While the couple easily preferred their accommodation in the resort that they had just left, the in-room hot tub, the balcony, and the ample space made it nowhere close to unpleasant.

While neither was overly comfortable on the plane, both had been able to sleep while in the air. Consequently, the mid-afternoon sunshine, their surprising lack of fatigue, and their desire to have one last adventure before returning home tomorrow caused them to discuss what they could do during their night in New York. Other than each other -which was understood to be on the itinerary no matter what.

They both found the options to be far too great to come to an easy decision. So they both decided to leave it to chance and let fate, luck, and a little bit of magic decide where they would end up tonight.

Anna chose to wear a short, black dress with a lace-up front. It hugged every curve and left no detail of her amazing body unnoticed. The lace-up front also made it very plain to see that she wore no bra beneath the dress, while the dress's tightness around her hips and ass made it clear that her panties had been left behind as well.

Don took out a dark pair of pants and a dark button-up shirt and, upon putting them on, was somewhat dismayed to find out that his clothes had not been 'scaled up' to match the modifications made to his body by his wife, as was the case with his previous changes. As he rolled the short sleeves even higher so that they wouldn't rip on his arms, he realized that this could only mean one thing. His clothes had not changed because his wife liked to see him -or liked to see him slightly uncomfortable -in clothes this tight. His suspicions were confirmed when he realized that his shoes had gotten roomier to accommodate his larger feet, and his pants seemed to have expanded to give him more room for his larger legs. He was able to communicate his thoughts to her with nothing more than a look.

She walked over to him, speaking clearly with nothing more than the swaying of her hips. She opened the lower buttons on his shirt and ran a finger up his stomach between the ridges of his abdominal muscles.

"Just for tonight, baby," she whispered, "I promise. I'll do some alterations tomorrow. But for tonight..." She dropped to her knees and slowly -sensually -traced her tongue up his stomach where her finger had been just a moment before. "... tonight I want everyone to see what I get to have between my legs every night."

He reached down. The fingers of his right hand ran through her hair and closed into a fist. Gently and tenderly -yet insistently -he guided her head backwards, so she looked up at him. "Every night?" he asked, gently holding her there.

"Yes, baby," she groaned happily, "Every night."

"Stand up," he commanded quietly. She did as he asked, though his hand never let go of her hair. "I get to have you every night?" he asked again.

Her hands now ran up and down his chest as he adjusted his grip to keep her looking only at his face. "Yes, baby," she agreed, her voice deep and sultry, "You get this pussy wrapped around that big cock any time."

"Then take it out," he ordered. Still looking at his face, her hands instantly found his belt and expertly undid it, loosening his pants and dropping them down in a flash immediately afterward.

"I don't get your body every night," he gently corrected her, his voice deep and commanding despite its' softness, "I get it whenever I want it."

She nodded enthusiastically without hesitation. "Yes, baby," she agreed, excited in her submissive role, "My man gets to use my body whenever he wants it. Any hole. Any time. Any way. Anywhere."

Her hands clutched tightly to the fabric of his shirt. "I belong to you," she continued, her excitement palpable, "Use me. Take me. Let me do things to you that no one else can."

His hands slid down her back and onto her ass, making light contact all the way. He quickly moved down to the tops of her thighs and came back up, causing the dress to ride up to her hips, leaving her lower body naked and on display. His hands rested on her ass and gently pulled her towards him and up.

She knew exactly what he wanted without him having to say a word. She could feel it in his body and hear it in his breath. As his hands went in and up, she lowered her weight down on them. In an instant, she was sitting on his huge hands, each one of them holding one cheek of her firm ass. She floated upwards, her weight completely and effortlessly borne by her husband. Her hands locked around the back of his neck as he continued to lift her. She could feel the head of his rock-hard cock tracing a line up her stomach as she came closer and closer to his face. She was looking at him so closely, so intently, the silver flash in his eyes was impossible to miss.

"Your body is mine," he stated, "And my body belongs to you. I'm going to take you whenever I want to. And you're going to do the same to me."

She nodded enthusiastically again. "Any time," she agreed, moving her face towards his and flicking his lower lip with her tongue, "This body was built to fuck you. And you were built to fuck me."

Out of the bottom of her vision, she could see his cock. It stuck out parallel to the ground, just under her. As she looked down at it, she could see it rising even more, aligning itself perfectly with her, just a few inches below her entrance. Without warning, it spat pre-cum towards her. She felt it hit her lips, just as warm and plentiful as a normal man's ejaculation. Then she felt another. And another.

"I want you now," he demanded.

"Then take what you want," she responded immediately, even though she already started to feel him push into her. "Take it. Fucking take it. Take me."

They had lost track of how many times they had fucked since they found the ring. But each time, it was amazing. She felt each of his hands holding onto her ass at the same time she felt the head of his cock insist its' way into her. Her body stretched tightly around it, lightning bolts of pleasure shooting through her body as she opened up while sinking down. Her husband's hot, stiff invasion was as slow as it was insistent and unrelenting. She could feel herself being opened up -practically re-arranged -inch by inch. As he slowly filled her, she marveled -as she did every time -at how right it felt.

The biggest thing that impacted her about this new life that they shared was how incomplete she felt without his flesh inside her body. How much she loved carrying a part of him around inside her when he released deeply within her body.

As she felt him bottom out inside her -filling her completely, a faint outline of his cock visible bulging underneath her abdominal muscles -she threw her head back and moaned, unconcerned about her volume and who could hear. She wasn't just trying to excite him when she was speaking to him moments before. She would let him fuck her any time. She was built to draw orgasm after orgasm from him. He was created to work her body like a master craftsman.

And my god, how she wanted him.

He controlled her body completely, moving it up and down on his cock like she was some sort of sex toy. He moved her while she was impaled upon him at just the right tempo and just the right angle. Over and over again.

Moaning and lost in her bliss, she unclenched her hands. Trusting in him completely she brought them up to her breasts while she leaned back, letting the feelings overtake her.

He didn't miss a beat. No sooner had she begun leaning backward, then he shifted his hands. He now held her ass with only one hand, while the other arm went under hers and supported her upper back. She felt like she was floating in a hammock, her man's strong arms guiding her body and moving his rod in and out of her.

And then it stopped. His length withdrew from her, leaving her empty.

And then she was standing with her feet on the ground.

"What," she exclaimed, surprised, "Why... No!!"

Her hands went up to his shoulders, her strong leg muscles propelling her upward and back into his hands, while wrapping her legs around his torso. Her left hand shot out to his cock, still dripping with her desire, trying to guide it back into her.

He didn't let her get there.

She was easily stronger than most women. But not anywhere close to him. Her feet were on the ground once more as he stepped back and began to pull up his pants.

"Not now," he chided with a smile, "I'm going to make you wait."

She refused to budge. She stood there, with her hands crossed across her magnificent breasts, her dress hiked up, and her pussy dripping her lust down the insides of her thick, sculpted, perfect thighs. All while a semi-serious pout was drawn across her face.

It took everything he had to not finish her right there. "Why are you being so mean," she asked, frustrated at the denial, but enjoying the teasing.

"Because," he said plainly, "Just because you're a sex goddess doesn't mean your sex god partner can't tease you. Besides -" he added, a grin spreading across his face, "When I make it up to you and you explode on my cock, I'm going to make sure you thank me."

A grin of her own appeared. She shoved two fingers into her juicy depths and explored around wetly. When they came back out, a glistening trail of her nectar came with it. She raised her fingers in the air and slowly put them in his mouth. He resisted for a moment, but in no time his eyes were closed in bliss as he greedily sucked her fingers clean.

Because she'd be damned if she let him have the last word.

***

Neither of them were club people. Going out to clubs wasn't something they'd ever really done before, and most likely wouldn't do once they began the new phase of their lives in earnest. Still, having no real idea where to go, they both opted to go with the suggestion given to them by the cab driver who picked them up outside the hotel.

Once they walked into the upscale club, they were taken with the intense atmosphere. Loud music. Odd contrast between dim lighting and bright neon. People packed on the dance floor. Bustling bar area. Upscale people dressed in upscale clothing, most of them almost physically crying out for attention.

When they walked in, they were fairly optimistic about their chances to have a fun night. Because of this, both would not hesitate to admit that the power of the ring was almost assuredly what allowed them to skip the line and obtain special VIP access. Either that or the fact that both doormen were visibly taken with his wife. However, after no more than a half an hour, both were rapidly realizing that what they would find entertaining and fun would most likely not be found here.

Still, both tried to make the best of it. Both made an attempt to dance. Emboldened by the ring, both found themselves to be comfortable and capable dancers. However, the constant press of people and the men and women vying for one another's -and their -attention took away any joy they may have had fairly quickly. Neither of them was fond of the music being played at excessive volume by the night's DJ.

Eventually, both found their way to an open corner table and settled in, making occasional trips to the bar. They instead began to focus their attention on people-watching. The club had no shortage of interesting and unusual people, some of whom were providing their own type of intoxicated entertainment to anyone who cared to watch. As they sat, Don and Anna both began to understand that, given how much this type of activity was not something that they previously enjoyed, they would probably find their new lives to look more like their old ones than they expected.

Which suited both just fine. Both were perfectly happy with their lives before the ring and neither wished to make any drastic changes that would jeopardize that fact.

She opted to make the third -and final -trip to the bar to buy a drink for each of them before they left and went somewhere else. He had gone the first time and found that his large frame in such a crowded place made the process of navigating there and back again needlessly difficult. She had opted to pick drinks for them at the bar since.

While she steered through the mass of people, he stayed at the table to assure it wasn't taken. It also afforded him some time to continue observing many of the people gathered around. The club's patrons were overwhelmingly young -or those desperately trying to play the part -and visibly well-off. From clothes to shoes to accessories, almost everyone wore items that seemed to be selected for no other reason than to communicate the large price tag that most certainly had come along with each item. Almost everyone sought, in their own way, to draw attention to themselves in a prolonged and passive battle for increased social status. Nowhere was that more visible than with people who were obviously persons of influence. At a few places scattered throughout the club, there were people who seemed to have others almost in orbit around them. By those clearly influential people, the density of club goers visibly increased, and the activity present near those people of note was even more clearly designed to make one seen.

Virtually none of that appealed to him in any way. Nor did it appeal to his wife. Although, he couldn't confirm that, because she hadn't yet returned.

He hadn't been keeping track of time, but it seemed to him like her final trip to the bar had gone on at least twice as long as before. By that point, that was all the excuse he needed. He walked away from their table and sought out his wife. Once he tracked her down, if she was amenable, they'd work their way to the door and onto some other activity that wasn't as loud and obnoxious.

He saw her at the bar, a drink in each hand, speaking to a gentleman in a dark shirt. He could see, even from that distance, that she didn't want to be involved in the conversation. And as he walked towards her, he could see the man's subtle shifts in body position to mirror her every time she moved.

It was clear that he was trying to keep her between him and the bar, hemming her in place. He could see the look of anger beginning to show on her face. She normally tried to be polite, kind, and friendly to everyone, needing to be pushed fairly far in order to react in anger to a stranger.

This, apparently, was rapidly turning out to be one of those times.

However, as soon as she saw him, the look on her face shifted somewhat. It was obvious that she was looking at his arrival as a way to move on from the conversation without having to be mean or nasty.

She made a show of catching his attention when he was only a few steps away. "Oh, hey," she called out blatantly to him, "There you are!!"

The man in the dark shirt turned. He had a slim build and looked to be somewhere in his thirties, with sandy blonde hair tousled in a way that showed off how much effort he put into making it look like he made absolutely none at all. His shirt was unbuttoned to the level where it became obnoxious and the exposed area of his chest showed off the two gaudy gold chains that hung around his neck.

He paused a second when he saw the large man who was now in front of him, but the disgusted sneer that crossed his face when he turned never left. "Who the fuck are you?" he demanded, his voice loud enough to be heard over the club's music.

"That's my husband, Don" came the reply from his wife on his behalf, "We were actually just about to leave." The blonde man didn't turn, nor did his expression change. "Well," she began again, while trying to maneuver towards her husband's side, "It was nice meeting you, Vadim. Have a good one."

Vadim's gaze darted to her and then back to her husband. "Get the fuck out of here," Vadim barked at Don in Slavic-accented English, "I'm talking to the lady."

It was now her turn to be assertive. "I told you," she said sternly, before her husband could even open his mouth, "My name is Anna. And this is my husband. And we're leaving." Each one of her sentences was curt and direct. It was clear that she had been tiring of the conversation long before her husband arrived.

Vadim turned back to her. "Listen," he began, "I told you, I don't give a shit that you're married. And I get you anything you want. Anything. Big, dumb bastard back there can't give you shit." Vadim didn't even so much as cast a backwards glance at him while insulting him.

"You nasty fuck," she yelled, her finger pointing at him, "I don't want you. At all. I think you're fucking disgusting, and there's nothing that you can do that my husband can't do ten times as well." Before she could continue, Vadim interrupted.

"Listen," he said, almost in a negotiating tone, "I'll take you to any hotel you want. I'll show you great time. Buy you anything you want. In the morning..." he jerked a thumb back in her husband's direction, "If you want to go back and play with trash, then be my guest."

The large hand on Vadim's shoulder spun him forcibly around. "She said no," came the interjection, motivated by his inability to go any longer without speaking up for his wife, "That's the end of it. You need to turn around and leave. Now."

Vadim, seemingly unintimidated, poked his fingers at the large chest looming over him. "Are you fucking threatening me?" he demanded, "Because if you are -"

The commotion had drawn the attention of most everyone in the vicinity at that point. Seeing the tensions escalate, several people stepped in between the two men. Admonishments to 'calm down' or to 'take it outside' were echoed from several people as both sides were being separated.

The couple found themselves shuttled over to another area of the bar by several well-meaning patrons trying to de-escalate the situation. Including more than one person who seemed a little too well-meaning when it came to his wife. As soon as they were afforded a bit of privacy, he checked on his wife to make sure she was all right. She assured him that she was perfectly fine. She also relayed how the whole incident came about, all of which was pretty much as he had expected it.

She recounted to her husband how she was getting drinks when Vadim came up to her and tried to talk. After some casual conversation, it became clear what his intentions were, at which point she politely rebuffed him. Then he made an overt and obvious show of paying for her drinks, purposefully pulling out a stack of bills when he did so, in addition to leaving a one hundred dollar tip for the bartender.

After she still rejected him, he continued to become more and more insistent, trying to impress her with money and promising gifts and spending sprees if she would only consent to leaving the club with him. By the time he had walked up, Vadim's promises had become more outlandish and he had become clear and direct in his desire to have sex with her tonight.

After she finished recounting her interaction with Vadim, the two lovers decided that they would be leaving the club promptly. They made their way through the bar and dance floor area on their way to the exit. Before they reached the door, Vadim seemed to appear in their path, seemingly from out of nowhere. And -judging by the manner of dress, the clear bad attitudes, and their attention towards them -Vadim had brought a few friends who wished to be part of the conversation.

"You fucking think," he demanded, "You can embarrass me and just walk the fuck out of here?" The group moved closer to the couple now. "Who the fuck do you think you are," Vadim demanded of him, "Putting your hands on me like that??" He raised his hand and pointed at the large man in front of him. "I don't give a fuck how big you are," he yelled, waving his finger, "I should fuck you up and then take your little bitch."

Fury was rising in Don's eyes as he noticed Ana grab Vadim's hand.

Immediately, he noticed the change in her demeanor. Vadim stopped mid-sentence and turned towards her. That's when Don was able to detect it.

Her pheromones.

The smell of lust and sex and desire was literally pouring off of her now. Stronger than he had ever felt it before. Her expression had also changed dramatically. He caught the barest flicker of her glance his way. Although he didn't know what was going on, he could almost feel her desire for him to trust her judgement.

And -considering Don had no way of knowing whether or not Vadim or his friends were carrying weapons -trust her judgement he did.

So he played along as his wife slowly invaded Vadim's personal space. With smoldering, sultry, grace, she pressed her body up against his and rested her hand on his chest. He was visibly confused, but also clearly overwhelmed by the onslaught of the scent of her lust.

"Honey," she cooed at Vadim, rubbing gently up and down on his chest, "Don't get mad. My husband and I discussed some things..." She switched now to tracing lazy patterns with her finger on the skin beneath his shirt. And pressing her body even closer to him.

"And maybe I can give you what you want," she purred, "Do they... maybe... have a private room here?" He nodded his head. His face was flushed now and his mouth dry. Watching his wife at work, he could appreciate how intense the feelings she was stirring up within him were. He couldn't imagine the havoc she was wreaking with someone without the power of the ring.

"Maybe," she cajoled him, "If you're willing to do something nice for me... maybe we can go into that private room and I can show you just how much I appreciate it."

Within moments, and with some focused application of Vadim's funds, they made their way to the far side of the club, to a discreet private room. Initially Vadim was hesitant to go in without his friends -especially since she insisted on bringing her husband with her. But when her thigh rubbed up and down his leg and she breathed in his ear, any remaining resolve he had melted away.

The room was dimly lit with two couches, several chairs, and a small table. When the door shut, the soundproofing done to the room was clearly evident. When she realized that the door could lock from the inside, there was no longer any question what at least one of the potential uses of the room was.

"Your shirt," she demanded, in sultry tones as she turned towards Vadim, "Take it off." There was no question. He complied, exposing his pale skin and small, flabby pot belly to all inside.

She turned to her husband. "Now yours," she stated. He had no idea what she had in mind, but he had no reason at all not to trust her. Especially since the pheromones that were beating down Vadim were assaulting him as well. He removed his shirt dutifully, thickly muscled and massive torso and arms now bare.

"Your pants," she demanded of Vadim, "Off." He seemed to hesitate for a moment. Sensing this, she slinked toward him. She gently took his hand, lifted it, and guided his fingers around one of the ends of the string of the lace-up front of her dress. She then slowly backed away while Vadim held on, causing the dress to unlace. Her dress loosened around her breasts, opening up just enough to make the inner edge of each areola visible. As she slowly ran her fingers through her hair, hips swaying lustily, he could see Vadim break.

He was helpless. And she knew it. And closed in on him like a hungry predator.

"Pants," she demanded once again, her voice becoming much sterner and much less flirtatious, "Now."

There was now no hesitation. Vadim kicked off his shoes while unbuckling his pants and letting them fall to the floor. She held out her hand. "Give me your belt," she ordered. In a flash, he had reached down and took the belt from the pants and dutifully placed it in her outstretched hand. With the belt, she motioned to the table. "Sit in front of it," she commanded.

She then threw the belt to her husband. "Make sure he stays sitting," she told him, her voice carrying none of the authoritarian tone it did with Vadim. He crouched down behind Vadim and quickly pulled the nearly naked European back towards the table's single supporting post, which was bolted to the floor. In the blink of an eye, he used the belt to tie Vadim's hands to the post, effortlessly forcing the tongue of the belt's buckle through the leather, creating a new hole in the belt. Vadim made several attempts to break free, but quickly realized it was no use.

She motioned her man back to her. "Baby," she said, "I need you to get naked." Her husband looked at her with confusion in his eyes. Now that she was asking him to undress in front of a man he had just belted to a table, he was confused to say the least. She saw his expression and attempted to bring him up to speed.

"I need you to trust me," she said to him, taking his hand in hers. "When I grabbed him, I got a glimpse inside of his mind," she explained, "At least, I got an idea of what he was like sexually. Baby..." she paused, making sure he understood the gravity of what she was about to say.

"He's utterly disgusting," she stated, holding her husband's gaze, "Even more than he seems. He gets off on being abusive. He didn't just want to have sex with me. He wanted to beat me up just so he could get off."

She tightened her grip on his hand. As she did so, he could feel the flood of her pheromones ramping up even higher. The air was absolutely thick with lust and she was the hot, wet, center of it all. He never even realized that she had slipped her other hand and onto his belt.

"I need you to trust me," she reiterated as she made his pants fall to the floor, "He needs this. He needs to be taken down a peg. And as much as I know you can hurt him... what we're going to do is going to make a bigger impact."

Overwhelmed by her body's sensual assault, he almost didn't realize that she had stripped him naked until he felt her hand around his hard, naked cock. A low bassy rumble came from deep within him as she began to stroke.

"Do you see this dick?" she asked Vadim. He nodded weakly. "Is it bigger than yours?" she asked, still stroking.

He nodded. Gently. Almost imperceptibly. But he nodded.

"No," she corrected sternly, "You need to say it. Say that my man's cock is so much bigger than that pathetic thing you have between your legs."

"It's bigger," Vadim said curtly.

She just stared at him.

"His cock is much bigger than mine," he reiterated, obeying her unspoken directive.

"How much," she pressed him, beginning the process of unravelling Vadim's dignity.

"A lot," he said quietly.

"So..." Anna asked while continuing to masturbate her husband's massive appendage, "What makes you think I'd ever want yours?"

Her eyes narrowed as Vadim returned only silence.

"You're going to watch him fuck me with it," she told him as she picked up the pace of her hand around her husband, "You're going to watch what happens when a goddess gets serviced by a real man. And you're going to see what you're never ever going to have. What you're never, ever going to be."

It took everything in his power to not fuck his wife right there. She turned back towards him, still stroking his hardness.

"I need you to trust me," she assured him gently, "What's going to happen... I can take it. I want it. I want it to happen." She raised her other hand and put her finger on his forehead.

And then it happened. She spoke two words: "Take me."

And then he felt the feeling of power slam into him all at once. Exactly what he felt all so briefly on the airplane -the power. The confidence and aggression. The feeling of dominance. And it was multiplied by the wave of primal pheromones that were assaulting him.

He instantly became like an animal. He grabbed at the open front of her dress and, with a yank, tore it off her body, ripping it in half in the process. One hand went under her thigh and the other grabbed her hair as he crouched down. He came up from under her, his throbbing manhood spitting pre-cum like a faucet. He drove up into her, impaling her in one swift stroke, her body raising the first few inches from nothing more than his arm and his invading cock. As he slammed into her, his other hand slid down, cupping her ass and holding her up.

"Yyyeeeessssss!!!!!" she screamed at the top of her lungs as she threw her head back. His lips found the hollow where her neck met her shoulder and he began to suck on her flesh, savoring the taste of her body as he steadily pumped in and out of her. Her fingers intertwined in his hair as her teeth began to nibble on his ear and encouraging him to continue what he was doing with his mouth. Each of his large hands squeezed tightly the muscular flesh of her ass, driving her into him forcefully on each down stroke, and then upwards until nothing but the large head of his massive member remained inside her. Over the loud slapping of flesh their bodies made each times their hips met, his low bassy growls were drowned out by her moans of pleasure and encouragement.

"Fuck me, baby!" she screamed, "Your huge dick is splitting me open!" She pulled away from him slightly, touching their foreheads together as he continued fucking into her while effortlessly holding her in the air.

"Does my pussy make that dick feel good?" she asked, through her moans of pleasure, a lusty smile on her face, "Do you feel my pussy squeezing around you? Trying to hold onto that huge dick?"

Both were oblivious to the man still tied to the table. He, however, sat motionless, entranced and in awe at was unfolding before him, with no idea that there would be much, much more for him to witness. He watched the wetness seep from between the thick thigs of the vixen he had so desired, bring wrung out by the beast of a man who was plunging so deeply into her. He was helpless and unable to turn away as he watched as, a few feet in front of him, the goddess began to shake upon the cock of her titan.

"Do you want to feel me cum?" she asked, her voice breathy and raspy. Her question was directed to her husband, but deliberately hung in the air, tantalizing the ears and the mind of the helpless man who could have only wished such a statement was meant for him. She shook even more now, her legs urging him deeper every time he thrust into her.

"Watch me cum, baby," she urged, bringing one hand up to stroke his cheek as she began her final climb to orgasm, "I'm gonna cum for you. You're gonna make me cum so hard, baby. Watch me." She repeated the last phrase over and over again. Her words encouraged her lover as much as it stung their observer.

"Watch me. Watch me cum. Watch me."

Her words quickly faded away and were replaced by panting grunts and rapid, spastic groans.

And then it hit her.

Her head flew backward as her body tensed up, her raspy groaning turning into a wailing howl of pleasure. She spasmodically jerked her body on his cock, instinctively taking what she wanted from him. He was locked in sync with his mate, pulling her deeper onto him every time her body wordlessly and joyfully cried out for it.

Her wet pussy contracted visibly around the hilted member that was stretching it out. The fluid that gushed in pulsing spurts from deep within her gained in pressure as they shot out around the invading thickness of his cock. Each pulse gave an audible wet squish as it drenched his legs, stomach, and balls with her liquid ecstasy. Had the two lovers been more reserved, their audience would have heard her fluid hit the floor.

His body's connection to hers made sure his movements while she came only served to stretch and prolong her incredibly intense orgasm. Continuing to fuck her all the way through her release, she slumped forward onto him, relaxing into his body, knowing he could bear her weight. She reveled in the sensation -being held aloft so easily, being so totally relaxed while the sex god she was married to continued to unrelentingly give her body what it needed.

As she came down from her peak, her husband -using the force of his will and the force of his cock buried inside her hot, wet depths -brought her back up and over the edge once more. The words poured out of her now.

"Thank you, babyyyyyy," her loud ecstatic grunts were erupting raspily out of her mouth while her body was wracked with renewed spasms of orgasmic bliss, "Thank you!! Thank you, thank you, thankyou thankyouthankyouthankyou!!!"

He never let her come all the way down. Her breath was still rapid and her groans uncontrolled as the last bits of orgasm swirled throughout her. She flexed her fingers and toes, her eyes closed in bliss, as she felt him deep within her. Instinctively, her hand drifted down towards her tight stomach and began to rub the bulging outline of her lover's rod buried so far inside her. Her head lolled to one side and she met Vadim's gaze.

She was beginning to summit the peak once again without ever completely going down into the valley. Her man was coaxing her need back upwards now, working her body back to orgasm as masterfully as a world-renown artist would work in their medium. Her body began to tense again as she spoke to the man tied helplessly just a few feet from her.

"Did you like that," she asked, her voice choked and straining under the pressure of her impending orgasm "Did you like seeing me cum? Did you get to see what a real woman's orgasm looks like?" Vadim found himself nodding reflexively. Still draped languidly on her thrusting husband's body, her breathing became more rapid and she started to flush once more.

"He's gonna do it again," she told the entranced onlooker, "He's gonna make me cum again. I just finished cumming twice, and it's gonna happen again." She began to shake and tense once more, her body bearing down and chasing after her own pleasure. She rubbed her hands up and down the massive, muscular back of her husband, but continued to address the third person in the room.

"No woman has ever felt what he gives to me," she said, groaning and straining and chasing down her climax. Smiling in a cock-drunk state of bliss under the assault of her impending orgasm, she stared at the room's other occupant. "No woman has ever cum as hard as I do.

"I want you to watch," she loudly demanded of Vadim, panting as her climax approached, "I want you to see what you'll never be able to do. And then I want you to watch him. To see what you'll never, ever be able to feel."

She snapped her gaze back to her husband, her hands holding his head forcing their eyes to connect. Her breath hitched in her throat. "Give it to me," she demanded breathlessly, "Give it to me!! Make that huge fucking cock explode inside of me!!"

They both came within seconds of each other. She pulled him in tight, as he bellowed his release with her face pressed against the nape of his neck. Her lips were pressed against his skin, suckling him, with each orgasmic convulsion making her pause to scream like an animal.

Each exploded in magically-fueled orgasm -the most powerful and intense orgasms ever experienced by anyone throughout history. Even -as always -topping their previous climaxes. She poured out onto the floor again, as his cock visibly throbbed and spurted a massive load deep into her.

She wailed out her release by encouraging him to continue emptying himself into her. "More!!! MORE!!!!!!!" Spurting over and over, her womb was flooded by blast after blast of wet warmth rocketing out from the depths of her man. Her strong, muscular legs were interlocked around his back and drove him deep into her in perfect sync with his eruptions, ensuring everything he gave her was as deep as possible -and that their connection as close as it could get.

As the pace of his release began to slow, she moved her hands down from his face and hair. Purring in contentment, she began to massage his shoulders as his orgasm gradually faded away. As her hands rubbed her man's upper body, her insides were also gently massaging the length of him still stroking deeply within her, prolonging his pleasure and milking every drop from him.

She moved her legs down and eased herself from his grasp, moving gently to once again stand on her own. As her body moved, he slipped from her. She could feel the hot gush as the seed that had been trapped inside her by his plugging member now began to rush down the smooth insides of her thighs. As soon as her feet touched the ground, one hand made its' way to her hot, wet, and satisfied pussy. Plunging two fingers inside herself, she collected enough of his hot cum to coat her hand. She then brought it up to her mouth and licked and sucked it clean while the other hand was reaching up and gently massaging the back of her husband's neck.

She then sank down on her knees on the carpet and began to rub his powerful legs. She turned her head once more to Vadim. She maintained eye contact with him as her mouth moved closer and closer to her husband's hard, wet cock.. Using her mouth and tongue, she began to slowly and lasciviously lick and suck him clean. A quick flash of gold in her eyes ensured she would be prepared to take all of him. Keeping her eyes locked on her admirer, who was still helplessly tied to the table, she opened her mouth incredibly wide to allow her to continue sucking their combined juices of her beloved's manhood. Savoring its' warmth and the taste of them both together, she slowly and sensually sucked his monstrous member without difficulty until her lips met his sharply trimmed pubic hair. Keeping his immensity buried in her mouth and down her throat, for a few moments she savored her power's ability to allow the rearranging of her biology to accommodate the epic feat that she was undertaking. She deliberately looked back at her husband and began to loudly gulp and suck and swallow him down, almost nursing the huge member that was more than halfway down her throat.

Even though he had not gone completely soft, she felt his stirring once more inside her. She heard the rumble beginning to bubble up from inside him and saw the hungrily predatory look in his eyes. She slowly moved back, letting his growing and thickening cock slowly withdraw from her mouth, suckling him and swirling her tongue as she went.

Before her mouth even left the head, his hands were already on her, maneuvering her so that he may take her again. She put a single finger on his lips. "Wait," she commanded, feeling like a lion tamer trying to exert control over an angry jungle beast, "Wait." His breathing had increased in tempo and become raspy. His hands were still on her shoulders. His jaw still clenched. His dick full and hard, oozing pre-cum.

But her command held him panting hungrily at bay.

"Do you see this," she asked, turning back at Vadim, "Do you see what I do for my man?" Her hips began to sway as she turned and slowly slinked towards the table where he was tied up.

Her husband started to move with her. "No," she ordered, "Not yet." Her hand wrapped gently around the meat that extended straight out from him and pumped it once. "Just wait. I won't leave you hanging, baby."

His breathing had increased further. His body was tense and she noticed that he was starting to produce pheromones of his own now -primal and animalistic, and fiercer than she had ever felt from him before. She was finding it just as hard to resist him as he was her. His cum still ran down the tender flesh of her inner thighs, now in tandem with the juices of her own desire that were freely leaking from her. But still she held him at bay.

She turned back to Vadim, closer to him now than she had ever been. "Did you see just how good I fucked him," she asked, rubbing her hands down the tight, curvy, magnificence of her body, "I bet you've never seen a man cum like that before, have you?"

He shook his head rapidly. "No," he managed to whisper weakly.

"Look at me," she demanded, her fingers teasing her nipples, "Look at my body. My man gets me any time he wants. My man cums like that any time he wants." Tiny drops of milk began to dribble from her nipples. "My man deserves to be treated that good," she purred, slowly tracing the ridge between her abdominal muscles on the way down to her moist, dripping, lips, "Look at him. A man like that. A body like that. A cock -" she accentuated the word "Like that. He's a fucking god. He deserves a goddess."

Her fingers wetly found her center. "And I. Am. A. Fucking. Goddess." Each word was punctuated by a plunge of her fingers deep into her. She could hear the rumbling growl from her husband. Feel his need. "Almost, my love," she reassured him, never taking her eyes off Vadim, "I'll make sure I take care of you. I'll empty you, baby. As many times as you want. As long as it takes -I promise."

She withdrew her fingers from her pussy. They were absolutely dripping, creamy with the combined mixture of her honey and her lover's milk. She held her hand in the air over Vadim's head. "Open your mouth," she commanded.

He was helpless. His mind and senses had been assaulted by the pheromones the two lovers had been releasing and the sight of their incredible love-making. He was bearing witness to two sex gods joyously exerting their dominance in their domain. He was almost beyond conscious thought, overwhelmed by her raw sex appeal, his aura of dominance, and witnessing their coupling that redefined sex as he knew it.

His mouth opened. A single drop of their combined ecstasy left her fingers and landed on his tongue. She took her hand away, not allowing him any more as he gasped and shook, wracked with pleasure. She smiled and cocked her head.

Her eyes drifted down to the stain slowly blossoming in his underwear.

"Aww," she said, a mocking and contemptuous pout pasted on her face, "Did you cum in your pants?" She turned to her husband and laughed. "That's so sad," she derided Vadim once more, "Your dick is so small. You're such an ugly, pathetic little man. And you can't even hold your little load after just one drop of our juice." Her features began to change. The malicious-yet-teasing ridicule started to melt away revealing the contempt and anger that had been underneath since she first got an idea of what type of a man Vadim truly was.

"What makes you think," she demanded coldly, "That you could ever measure up to what I have? You think because you have money that you can treat me like something you can buy?"

Her voice was become more severe and all the playfulness was gone from her face.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?!??!" she spat, the volume of her voice rising and bolstered by a strange, otherworldly echo "I know what you really wanted to do, you sick fuck. I know how you treat women. How you abuse them. Hurt them. And you wanted to do that to me??? You threatened my husband because he got in the way of you trying to do that to me??!!!!?!?? FUCK YOU!!!"

The crack of her hand across his cheek reverberated across the room and sent him sprawling, even with the restraints securing him to the table. Vadim had never been slapped that hard -by a woman or a man. As he dizzily sat back up, an angry red hand print already showing on his swelling face, the angry goddess was already walking towards her husband.

She pressed her body up against his. "What makes you think that you can ever even hope to compare to what I have," she asked, her voice not as angry, but no less harsh, "What makes you think that I'd want you when I have this?" She accentuated her words by seductively running her hands across her man's muscled body. "I need... I deserve... someone who can satisfy me." Her hands had found their way to his cock again. "And he does so... much... more... than satisfy me." She was stroking his length in time with her words. "I deserve everything that he can give me. He deserves everything I have. You... You deserve nothing."

She turned her eyes towards him. For a moment, there was silence. His hormones still raged within him, held in check by his trust and love for his wife. Every fiber in his being was crying out to fuck her -to rut with her. Mate with her. To show his dominance and break the will of the pathetic waste tied to the table. Passion and desire practically dripped from her. Her body stoked the hunger of everyone in the room all on its' own now. But she was just as predatory in her own way as her husband.

Like a cat, she slowly and sensually went down on all fours. She was just a few feet from Vadim now, facing him -close enough for him to smell the sweetness of her warm breath. Her back arched, presenting her ass and pussy to her mate like an animal. His mighty chest rose and fell in time with his breathing and pre-cum dribbled in a stream from his cock.

Her eyes never left Vadim's. "Baby," she called out to her husband, her voice smoky, deep, and low, "Show him. Take your time... but make him see." The thumps reverberated through the floor as each of his knees hit the carpet. A deep, lust-fueled growl rumbled up from inside him as his hands reached out for her waist and slowly encircled her just above the hips, making sure to get a good grip. He would be making use of it.

She still looked at Vadim. "Take your time, sexy," she told her mate, "Use me. Give me everything you have, baby. Use this body to satisfy you. But make him see."

She paused for a moment for emphasis while letting Vadim watch as the beast of a man behind her sank down to his knees in preparation for his conquest. "Make. Him. See. Show him, baby. Why you're a god. And what a goddess does to a man. And how he'll never deserve someone like me. And never hope to compare to someone like you."

She turned back to her lover. "Make sure he remembers." Turning back to Vadim, she concluded with a wolfishly sensual smile: "And make sure we don't finished until we're both used up."

"Now baby... mount me."

Helpless and swimming in feelings of abject lust and crushing inadequacy, Vadim could only watch the face of the most beautiful woman on earth blossomed with pleasure as her husband slowly sunk into her. The titan of a man with the gigantic cock took his time and stretched his goddess open in a carnal display of feral, animalistic lust.

He sat helpless as he watched her fingers clawed at the carpet as her stomach bulged and her face shone with pleasure. He could only watch as she fucked back into him and sprayed out orgasm after orgasm on his dick. And he could only wish he knew a fraction of what it felt like every time he watched her milk her man to another earth-shattering orgasm.

What seemed like hours -and simultaneously mere moments -wiled away as they rutted like animals in front of him, her on all fours with his body looming large over her -one huge hand on the floor, and one massive arm wrapping gently around her neck to make sure she had nowhere to go to get away from his assault. She had no desire to, however. Each convulsed and exploded multiple times before she lay on her back and welcomed him inside her with open arms and open legs. Impossible amounts of cum sprayed forth from her and was pumped into her, as her hands gripped, rubbed, and clawed at his back, his ass, his arms. Her hair whipped back and forth in time with her pleasured writhing as he hungrily kissed her, sucked on her, and suckled her large, milky breasts until they were drained dry. Her voice soared in ecstasy, urging him on -to fuck her harder, deeper, and to satisfy himself inside her welcoming body over and over again.

They even ended up pleasing each other at the same time with their mouths. Vadim marveled at the immensity of the orgasms that he saw and the fact that each took copious amounts of the other's bodily fluids into their mouths, the whole time swallowing joyously. Greedily. She even made a show of holding his copious spend in her mouth and gargling it obscenely before she drank it down before Vadim's disbelieving eyes.

On the floor. The couches. Even on the table above his head, he took her and she took him. He watched as two sex gods coupled in his presence, defying the laws of physics and becoming the living embodiment of fantasy. And while he observed the two-person orgy unfolding around him, he began to notice that, as they began to completely ignore him, their union became less about his humiliation, and more about the two of them. The talk that they shared during their intercourse slowly turned into moaned words of "I love you" and compliments about the other's body, prowess, or desire and ability to please their partner.

He first sat helpless watching carnal intercourse and finished bearing witness to impassioned lovemaking.

From two people who had completely forgotten that he was even in the room.

And that hurt Vadim all the more.

As they finished with each other, an impossible amount of time and orgasms later, the pace of their love slowed. In the end, she sat astride his lap while he sat on the couch -now covered in puddles and splatters of their cum. He was still buried within her and still hard, her massaging inner muscles seeing to that. Her hands gently cupped the back of his head, pulling him into her breasts where was latched on to her nipple. As the room fell silent, the only sounds that could be heard was his blissful gulping as he swallowed mouthful after mouthful of milk from her replenished tits, and her whispered exhortations gently urging to him to drink his fill of her body.

"That's it, baby," she whispered, scratching his head lightly with her fingernails, "I've got you. Just drink, baby. Drink all you want. Every part of me is all for you. I've got you."

After their soft post-orgasmic intimacy had run its' course, she slowly stood up and pulled free from his body's welcome intrusion. Bending over at the waist, she gently cleaned every inch of him with her mouth as before, rubbing his legs and hips as she did so. She sucked the last few drops of cum out of his cock and felt it rumbling to life once more, hungry and hot. She pulled her mouth off of him and returned to his lap, moving her hands from his waist upwards to rub his chest. "Shhhh," she whispered, extending her power to reign him in. His tension slowly started to melt away as his body relaxed and sank deeply into the couch.

"You did so good, baby," she praised him softly, "You drained me dry and filled me up." Her hands drifted up to massage his shoulders and drifted up to do the same to his temples as his eyes closed in relaxed bliss.

"Thank you for fucking me," she purred as she slowly stood up, "No man has ever fucked any woman as good as you fuck me. I feel so good because of you, lover. "

Husband and wife's lips and tongues met and danced together lovingly. "I love you," he told her when their mouths parted, "You're amazing. So... so amazing." She stretched out, bringing blood back to the lithe muscles of her gorgeous body that had been working for so long. Taking several deep, cleansing breaths, she took time to revel in the sensation of her body. The post-coital endorphins still coursing throughout her, making her feel vibrant and alive. The hazy remnants of numerous orgasms that cascaded through her body. The faint echoes of where her husband had stretched out her insides and the sticky traces where his cum had run down her legs. The fullness in her stomach from swallowing multiple of her husband's prodigious releases. The aliveness of her muscles and her body from such prolonged and joyous exertion.

But then, as the sensation of being lost in bliss evaporated, her thoughts returned to the situation at hand. To Vadim, in particular. And her ire rose.

She walked over and grabbed Vadim's pants from where they lay discarded on the floor when she first commanded him to strip. She raised them up and began to move his pants towards her and then thought the better of it.

He didn't deserve to have his pants be used to wipe the cum and sweat off of her naked body.

She then unceremoniously used them to blot up one of the larger puddles of secretions that had poured out of the bodies of her and her husband. Then, with strength disproportionate to even her athletic, muscular body, she grabbed a pant leg in each of her hands and tore them in half down the middle with almost no apparent effort. Still tied to the table, he had nowhere to turn when she threw the pants at his face.

She could observe an angry and bitter cast to his expression now, the first such look she'd seen from him since the three entered the room. She the realized then that she her hyper-intense hormone production had ceased as she and her husband approached satiety within one another. For a moment, as happy and euphoric as she was, she almost felt sorry for him. And then she remembered his actions in the club. She remembered when she was able to feel his intent and discern what type of person he truly was.

"Fucking whore," he spat at her, proving that he had no intention of changing. Her husband, by now half-dressed and naked from the waist up walked over to him. She gently put her hand up to stop him, but he took it in his. "Love," he gently urged, "Let me talk to him."

As she silently relented, he got down on one knee next to Vadim. "Don't do this," he urged the tied up man, "Don't make this worse. She brought you here to teach you a lesson and to take you down a peg or two. No one has to know what happened in here. But if you keep on doing the stupid shit that got you into this mess in the first place, you're not going to be able to salvage your dignity with your people outside."

He was met with spit in his face. "Fuck you," Vadim seethed, "When I get out, I'm going to fucking kill the both of you. You don't know who you're fucking with."

She watched her husband, seemingly unfazed, wipe the blob of spit off of where it landed on his cheek. He gently placed his hand on top of Vadim's head and a faint flash of silver lit up her husband's eyes.

That's when she knew.

He was seeing it for himself. The same impression and visions that she saw when she touched him in the main area of the club. He was seeing it with his own eyes. Seeing the type of cruel person Vadim was. The punching. The choking -never consensual -in the bedroom. The choking outside the bedroom. Putting out lit cigarettes on skin. Tied up women forced to satisfy his friends. Blood. Urine. Pain.

She quickly grew nervous and worried. She expected an explosion of violence from her husband. Instead, after the initial shock, there was a cold aloofness.

He stood up. "You know," her husband began, now purposefully looking down on Vadim, "There's a lot of things I could do right now. I could hurt you really bad... really bad... right here and now. You know that, right? But I won't. We brought you here to embarrass you. In private. So that, when it was done, the only one who would have to know that your big-ass ego got beat all to hell was you. But for some reason that just didn't take."

He once again put his hand on Vadim's head, this time, in much the same manner as a man petting a dog. "There's a lot I'd like to do to you," he announced, "Some things I can't. Some things I won't. But I can't just walk away."

Her husband's eyes began to glow, silver light gaining in intensity. "So here's what we're going to do," he instructed, echoes of power beginning to creep into his voice, "You're never going to be violent to a woman again. Ever. Hit a woman, push her... anything... as soon as you do, you'll turn into a sniveling submissive little puppy dog. You'll crawl... you'll cry... you'll shiver."

Vadim squirmed, trying in vain to move away from the large hand on his head. He felt a tremendous pressure as the massive hand tightened and bore down around his head, forcing him to be still lest his eyes pop out of his skull. He was full of confusion, pain, anger, and more than a little fear as he was helpless in front of the large man with the glowing eyes.

"And if you ever," he continued, still speaking to Vadim, "Get to the point where you have sex, your ability to perform will rest on how much the other person likes you. You. As a human being. The more they like you, the better you'll perform. But if the only way a woman makes her way into your bed is because you threatened her or paid her... You won't be able to make it work no matter how much you try."

He paused for a moment before crouching down on Vadim's level once more. "But I'm going to help you out," he advised, his wife looking on in confusion, "The more the person likes you for who you are, the better you'll do. If a woman is in love with you because of who you are as a person, you'll be great. If she's the love of your life... you'll give her the best sex she's ever had. And she'll give you the same. If you un-fuck yourself and become a good human being... you'll be happier than you've ever been."

The light in his eyes faded away as he stood up. Vadim sat stone still, glaring blankly at him as silence took over the room. As he walked away, his wife slipped into his arms.

"I didn't expect that," she confessed after placing a quick kiss on his chest, "I hope he can make a change so that he can enjoy what you did for him." She shot a glance back at Vadim, who was squirming and pulling with all his might to get free, cursing and muttering threats under his breath. She looked back at her husband.

"I don't think so, though," she confessed.

He shook his head. "Unfortunately," he replied, "I don't have a lot of hope, either. But that's his problem -not ours."

As her husband picked up his shirt, his wife looked around and found the torn remnants of her dress. She giggled. "Speaking of problems," she said to him, "We may have a one of our own."

"Umm..." he chuckled, "I wasn't really thinking outside the moment..." His voice trailed off.

"I wasn't objecting," Anna added, "Feeling you tear my clothes off of my body to get to me was fucking hot."

"Well... You could just leave naked," he offered, grinning.

She sauntered up to him. "If I do," she said, her voice playful and husky, "I'll be riding you before we get a ride back."

His hand found her ass as he pulled her close. "If you're trying to talk me out of it," he countered, "You're failing miserably."

"But," she retorted, lightly running her fingernails up and down his sides, "You're supposed to be fucking me on the balcony of the hotel tonight. I don't want to make you too tired."

His other hand roamed up her body until he cupped one of her breasts. "I don't get tired," he told her, a raspy and needy tone seeping into his voice, "Not for you. As long as you need my body, you'll get whatever you want. Do you need me to show you?"

She coyly pushed away from him. "You already did, baby," she said with a wink and a crinkle of her nose, "Oh my gosh... I got fucked so good... you put your cock in my mouth and fed me dinner... and then you made me dessert, and kept on fucking me."

She turned her head slightly and made sure to catch Vadim's eye. "Let's get out of here," she said just loud enough for him to hear, "Once we get back to the hotel, you can open up my ass with your big fucking dick and blow as many loads in my guts as you want."

She reached out and took her husband's shirt from his hand. "But," she added, "Until then, I'm gonna need this." She walked over to where Vadim sat, helplessly confined. She grabbed her husband's shirt by the collar and sharply shook it twice, trying to smooth out the wrinkles.

"You know," she told Vadim as she began to put her husband's shirt on over her own naked body, "He wasn't kidding a minute ago. Everything he said was true. If you walk out of here a changed man, this will be the best day of your life. But if you keep on going like you were before, this will be the worst."

She slowly buttoned the shirt, one button at a time. The act brought a sense of finality to the evening, slowly obscuring the stunningly beautiful body Vadim had lusted after so much from his view, inch by inch.

"I just hope you give it some thought," she finished.

She debated for a second untying him. However, she reconsidered when he decided to speak again. "I promise both of you," he fumed, "I'm gonna make you motherfuckers pay. I fucking promise you, you're gonna fucking be sorry."

She shook her head in dismay. Without a word, she walked over to where their irate guest had discarded the rest of his clothing. She casually bent down and picked up his shoes.

"Are these Berluti," she asked rhetorically, "Wow. These probably are at least a grand a pair, huh?" Without looking, she tossed them backwards over her shoulder to her husband, who caught them without missing a beat.

He wrapped his large hands around one shoe. He promptly tore one of the shoes in half lengthwise, the other widthwise. Leather, soles and all. Without once looking, as soon as her husband had finished destroying Vadim's footwear, she shrugged her shoulders.

"Oops," she quipped as she bent down and picked up his shirt.

The dark grey button down shirt was made with several different types of material. The collar, cuffs, and several patches throughout the shirt were shiny and almost reflective. Although she didn't recognize the label, the Italian brand was clearly an expensive one. Gaudy. Tacky. But expensive -even if unreasonably so.

"You know," she remarked, looking his shirt over, "Just because it's expensive as hell, doesn't mean it's a nice shirt." She walked over and handed it to her husband. As soon as he took it, she turned to the shirt's original owner. She ran her hands up and down her body, highlighting the bounce of her unfettered breasts and the fact that the shirt stopped just several inches shy of her bare pussy. "Since I'm wearing his," she explained, "He's going to have to borrow yours."

Silently, he put on Vadim's shirt. Or, at least, attempted to put it on. The sleeves tore apart as he forced his arms into them. As the shirt stretched across his broad expanse of back, the seams split and the material tore down the middle as he tried to pull the shirt closed across his huge chest. The back of the shirt was nothing more than tatters as he finally buttoned the buttons, only three of them staying intact as they strained to hold together. She gave him a humorous disapproving glance. He threw up his hands in mock exasperation, and the rest of the shirt gave way.

She shook her head. "You know," she remarked, looking at her husband but aiming her words at Vadim, "You're just so much more than him... In every single way. That shirt's not gonna work. Besides... it's fucking hideous." She reached over and tore the tattered remnants of the shirt off of his body. She casually threw them back at their owner.

"You don't need that anyway, sexy," she told her man, tracing a finger down his stomach to his waistband, "You look your best naked. I only let you dress to go out in public." She winked at her man, then looked back at Vadim. "Maybe he can trade in what's left of that ugly shirt for a velour track suit or something," she quipped.

She walked back towards the man tied to the table. "We're going to get going now," she remarked, walking around behind him, "It was fun. Really, really fun. But you didn't have a damn thing to do with that." She reached down and unhooked the necklaces that were still wrapped around his neck. He thrashed around helplessly in anger.

"Thanks for the contribution, though," she said, swinging his gaudy chains in front of his face, "The cabby who takes us back to the hotel is going to be thanking you even more once he sells these. And by the way..."

She crouched down so she could whisper her last words to him. "When we get back to our hotel," she informed him, "My man's gonna fuck me." She made sure to draw out and emphasize her last words to him.

"Because he's not done yet. Not even close. And you..." she gestured down at the stained underwear that covered the fact that his body was no longer able to react to his aroused anger, "You just never even were able to start."

She walked over and picked up her shoes from off the floor. She moved next to her husband and interlaced the fingers of her free hand with his. "Let's get back, baby," she cooed at him, "I can't wait to get your cock up my ass. Once we're back at the hotel, let's just stay up all night. We can tire each other out so we sleep great on the plane home."

The two then left the room, locking the door from the inside and closing it behind them. They left Vadim alone, angry, helpless, and yelling in impotent rage.