Harmless Wishes Between Lovers
by Fidget
Chapter 1
"Babe, wake up."
Cass blinked as she awoke into the darkness of the middle of the night.
"What is it, Jack? Is everything ok?" She looked over at me with a look of slight concern.
"Yeah, It's fine, I just... something's happened."
Suddenly she was wide awake. "What is it? Are you ok?"
"Oh, yeah, I'm fine. It's just that I'm different now. I don't know what changed, or how, but somehow I just know that I can make wishes about other people, and they'll come true."
I looked up at her. "Look, I know this sounds crazy."
"It absolutely sounds crazy, but ok, I'll humor you. Have you tested it yet to see if it works?"
"No, not yet. I don't need to test it, but I can if you want me to."
"Well just try something small, then," Cass responded, as though she still wasn't sure exactly what game I was playing. It wasn't like me to wake her in the middle of the night for nonsense like this, so I could understand the confusion. "Change something like... I dunno, my hair color."
"Ok, Cass, I wish you were a blonde."
Even in the low light of the darkened bedroom Cass could immediately see that her mane of wavy brown hair had suddenly lightened into a sun-bleached blonde.
"Holy shit, Jack, I can't believe that just happened! This is huge!" I watched her eyes flash with excitement as she considered the implications. "How did this happen?"
"I already told you, I have no idea. I just woke up, realized that I had the power, and woke you up to tell you about it."
"Well, I believe you now. Turn my hair back - it's weird, and I don't feel like myself as a blonde."
I couldn't help but be a bit disappointed to hear her say that. I'd always thought Cass would look great as a blonde, and had brought up the idea of her trying out a new color in the past, but Cass wasn't the adventurous type and was perfectly comfortable with her natural brown. Now that I'd given her blonde hair with my wishes, however, I saw that his suspicions were confirmed. Cass looked fantastic.
Even so, I prepared to make the wish that would turn her back into a brunette. "If you say so. Honestly, I wish you liked it blonde, because I think it looks really good on you."
"I do like it!" Cass was surprised to hear herself saying in response, but she realized it was true - all of a sudden she genuinely did like her hair blonde. She swished the flaxen locks around a bit, and couldn't help but enjoy the way her new, lighter waves shimmered in the half-light of the dark bedroom.
At exactly that moment, however, we both simultaneously realized what had just happened. Without even meaning to, I had changed her with my wish. I had made her like her new blonde hair, whether Cass wanted to or not. We both began to speak at the same time.
"Omigod Cass, I'm sorry! I'll-"
"Jack, I can't believe you'd do that to me! Force me to change my mind about something like that!"
"It was an accident! I didn't mean to make a wish! I guess I have to be really careful with what I say now."
"I'll say!" she said, still inordinately pleased at how good she thought her blonde hair looked. She frowned , as though she were trying to think about her hair more objectively, to dislike it once again, but it was clear that she couldn't do it, and her frown softened back into a smile a second later. Thanks to my wish, she truly and genuinely liked her blonde hair now, and seemed like she wouldn't have it any other way. As soon as she looked back at me, however, the frown reappeared.
I took her hand. "Cass, I'm so sorry I did that." I was trying to look into her eyes to show my sincerity, but the blonde tresses sweeping around and over her face was more distracting than I'd expected. I apparently really liked Cass with blonde hair. Still, I forced himself to focus on my lovely, indignant wife. "I promise that I'll be more careful in the future, and I'll put your thoughts about your hair back to the way they were right now! I wish you-"
"Wait!" Cass interrupted. "Making wishes without thinking them through is what got us into this in the first place. Also, it's kinda embarrassing to admit, but I really do like my hair blonde now, and I honestly don't think I want you to change it back."
This surprised me.
"Are you sure? A second ago you said you didn't like it."
"I know!" she answered, flustered. "It's weird, and I know this is the result of your wish, but I genuinely do like my hair blonde now, way more than I ever liked it when it was brown. And I know that you made me feel this way, but it honestly feels really nice to like my hair so much, and I, uh, I don't know if I actually want to go back." She turned her face away in embarrassment.
"I could make you like your original color this much instead," I offered, still feeling guilty about putting my wife in such an odd position.
My contrition seemed to calm Cass down a bit. "I know," she responded with a gold-ringed smile, "but this color has really grown on me in the past few minutes, and I kinda want to leave it like this for a while."
"Well, if you're sure. I suppose it should be up to you either way. Let me know if you ever want me to put it back, or to undo my changes to your preferences."
"I will," she responded, but the look on her face said that she never would. Blonde hair just looked too good on her. She swished it around again happily, noting that my eyes were following it as she did so. "You just make sure to be more careful with your wishes in the future, buster!"
"I will," I agreed, grinning sheepishly.
"Wow, this is crazy," Cass said, finally returning to the much more important fact that her husband of seven years could somehow make wishes about people all of a sudden. "Well, if this is how things are now, I'm at least going to take advantage of it. I want you to take away my crow's feet. And my worry lines! And the bags under my eyes!"
"Whoa, whoa, maybe we should slow down a bit and take it one at a time," I suggested, but after carefully thinking about how to word my wish so that Cass hopefully wouldn't experience any more unintended consequences, a few seconds later my beautiful wife was looking younger and more beautiful than she had in years.
After rushing to the bathroom to look at herself in the mirror Cass was ecstatic with the results, and so for the next half hour I patiently listened as my wife listed off what she saw as her flaws and made the corresponding wishes to fix them. Lose those few pounds. Fall asleep more easily. Feel less anxious (though with the wish carefully worded to ensure that Cass could still experience anxiety where healthy and appropriate).
"Okay, okay," she finally said, just as the eastern sky began to grow lighter through the bedroom window. "That's probably enough for one night. We don't want to go overboard with this. How about you, Jack? Is there anything you want to change about yourself?"
"It doesn't work on me. Only on other people."
"Oh," she responded, and then got a mischievous glint in her eye. "How about me, then? Is there anything about me that you'd want to change?"
I knew better than to answer that question honestly. "Babe, I love you just the way you are."
"Typical guy answer. It's fine - you won't get in trouble. I'm genuinely curious."
"Well," I began, taking my wife at her word, "I already think you're beautiful, especially with that hair" - Cass preened a bit at hearing me say so - "so I don't know that there are many physical changes that I'd make. The one thing that does occur to me is that you've never been very, um, adventurous, shall we say, and while I love how grounded and dependable you are as a result, I think it would be nice to see you a little bit more... uninhibited, at least every once in a while."
"You mean sexually?" Cass asked with a cocked eyebrow and a smile. She glanced at the blonde hair curling around her face out of the corner of her eye, almost as though it were making her feel more adventurous already.
"Yeah, and just, like, more interested in sex in general," I continued self-consciously. "I've always had a bit of a fantasy about you acting, well, acting a little sluttier, if I'm being honest."
Her eyebrows shot up at the word. "Really? Again, quite a typical guy answer, but if I'm being honest I'm feeling a bit wild at the moment, and the idea of you making me just a bit, uh, sluttier" - her cheeks colored as she tried the word out - "is a little exciting." She took a deep breath. "Ok, sure. I appreciate your honesty, so yes, you can have a little fun. Just don't go overboard, ok?" Her eyes showed a bit of concern. We both understood just how much trust she was placing in me at that moment, and I determined right then and there not to take advantage of it.
"I won't," I reassured her.
"And promise not to make any wishes without my permission!"
"I promise."
"Ok," she said, with another deep breath. "I'm ready." She smiled again under her golden hair. "Let's do it."
"Ok." I took a second to consider the wording I wanted, and cut loose. "Cass, I wish that you were ok with me making wishes that make you a little sexier and sluttier. Actually," I continued in a burst of horny inspiration, "I wish you loved the idea and actively wanted me to make wishes like that."
Cass was looking at me wide-eyed, and all of a sudden I saw a low, burning hunger kindle in her gaze. "Oh wow, Jack. I'm not sure I would have worded it that way, but I can't deny that it was effective."
"Are you ok?" I asked, concerned that I had gone too far with the wish. "Should I take back the second part? How do you feel?"
"No!" she responded a little too quickly. "You can leave it like it is. I feel good," she said dreamily. "Excited, you know? It still seems crazy that you can make me feel this way with a silly little wish, but I can't deny that I love the idea of you making me sluttier now." She looked up at me with eyes bright with interest. "As long as it's only a little bit.
"So, handsome," she continued as she rolled over toward me in the bed, "how do you want to turn your wife into a bit of a sexy slut first?" She shivered in surprise at what she had just said. "Oh wow, that sounds so dirty, but I can't help but want it anyway! It's like it's not me, but it is me - this is so weird! Hurry up and make a wish!" she almost panted.
"Ok, I, uh," I stammered, a bit taken aback by my wife's sudden insistence. "I honestly didn't think I'd get this far," I admitted sheepishly, and she chuckled, though the expression in her eyes stayed just as intense. "Ok, um, I wish you were a little more uninhibited when it came to sex."
Cass moaned a bit as the wish took hold of her. "Mmm, God yes, I love the idea of you changing me like this."
Meanwhile I just stared, unused to Cass behaving this way. "Did it work?"
"What do you think, sexy?" Cass asked as her hand made its way down to rub at the bulge in the sheets over my crotch. I hadn't even realized how aroused I was, and with my wife uncharacteristically taking the initiative like this, my cock jumped against against her hand as soon as she touched it through the soft sheets.
Now that contact had been made, however, Cass sat back for a second and reflected on her feelings as she continued to gently stroke and massage my hard member. "Yeah it definitely worked. Like, I can tell that I'm more willing to do things like this that would have made me uncomfortable before."
My breathing was beginning to get heavy from the combination of stimulation on my sensitive cock and how sexy it was to see my hot, blonde wife casually stroking me like this.
She continued, staring down at the lump my cock made through the sheets. "And it's like, now that the wish is made, it all just feels so much more natural. Like, why wouldn't I give you pleasure like this? You're my husband, and I enjoy sex with you, so why not just do whatever I can to make you feel good?"
She looked up at me. "And the weird thing is that it didn't take much to get me here. Like, I can tell that I'm different now, but it's only a little bit. I don't think I want to do sexy things with you any more than I normally would, but it's like nothing is standing in the way of that desire anymore."
Her eyes finally lost their reflective look and grew warm and lustful as she pulled the sheets off my torso with her other hand. "So how about it, Tiger? Can we have sex now?"
I moaned. My cock was already so hard from the way Cass was still stroking it, and I wanted nothing more than to get it inside her at the moment.
Cass grinned, knowing exactly what her horny man wanted. She usually wasn't this forward, but she was finding it unexpectedly sexy to get me this hot and bothered, and so she deftly worked her fingers around my crotch until my member was standing naked and at attention through the hole in my pajama bottoms. She gave my cock a few more encouraging strokes as she rolled over to the nightstand to grab a condom, before sliding the thin latex down my twitching member and then, still wearing her nightgown, as she always did when we had sex since shortly after our honeymoon, Cass swung her leg over my waist to straddle me.
Cass herself seemed surprised that she was so willing to be on top like this, but feeling my hard cock throbbing in her hand like this must have turned her on more than she'd expected, and all she wanted right now was to feel it filling her up.
My latex-encased phallus sank readily into her depths, and we both moaned in lust and pleasure as our bodies interlocked. After a few seconds, though, I noticed that even though my wife had found herself on top, she didn't seem eager to take the lead with things, and so I began moving underneath her instead, slowly thrusting up into her pussy as she finally began to rock back and forth on top of me in response.
It took only a few minutes for us to build ourselves up to a satisfying orgasm together from the unfamiliar intensity of our coupling, and Cass cried out her pleasure unreservedly as our bodies began to tighten and release together.
"My God that was amazing!" Cass sighed a few minutes later as she stretched her sexy body, still encased in its protective nightgown, atop my torso. "I think I like that wish." she giggled.
"Yeah, me too," I panted as I tried to uncross my eyes. I hadn't cum that hard in years.
Cass deftly slid the condom, now full to the brim from the strength of her husband's ejaculation, off my deflating cock and tossed it into the trash before going back to gently playing with my flaccid member.
I continued to just lie there, relaxing at the touch and threatening to fall asleep, until I noticed that Cass still seemed keyed up for some reason.
"So what now, stud?" she asked. Her blue eyes sparkled under her blonde hair.
"What do you mean 'what now'?" I replied. "I assume we try to get some more sleep now. It's not even six yet."
"Oh," she said, sounding disappointed. "I was kinda hoping we could play some more." I could see the greedy glow in her eyes once more in the low light of the morning. "I mean, I seem much more willing now to do, um, sexy things, than I was in the past, so the wish clearly worked. And it all felt amazing, and so now I kinda wanted to know what you wanted to do to me next. You know, to make me, um, a little bit more slutty." I thought I saw a small shiver pass through her body as she said the word.
"I dunno, babe, maybe we should slow down a bit. It's only been a few hours since we started making wishes, and this could get dangerous if we're not careful."
"Oh come on, Jack! It's just a bit of innocent fun, and I really want you to!"
"Tha's only because I wished for you to want me to. You can't help it."
"I know that, hon," she said as she continued to rub my deflated cock. "I'm playing with your dick right now because your wish made me all uninhibited, and I can't help but love the idea of you making me sluttier with your wishes too." She looked up from where she was intently watching my cock begin to twitch again in her hands, and I once again noted how sexy she looked with her blonde hair and newly smoothed features. "But don't forget that I agreed to this. Yes, your wishes are affecting me, but" - she grinned pointedly down at my stiffening cock - "I can tell that you're enjoying it, and I want to make you feel good like this. This whole thing is for you, remember, and I want you to take advantage of it.
"Not to mention," she continued as her eyes grew dreamy again, "it's really nice to feel all sexy like this, and I love the idea of you making me even sexier and sluttier."
"I still think I've made you slutty enough for one morning."
"Ok then Mr. Spoilsport, how about just making me sexier then?" she asked, shimmying her shoulders toward me under her thin nightgown. "And don't hold back this time. With how much your wish is making me want you to change me, I'm really not all that worried about feeling self-conscious at the moment."
I hadn't really considered that there was a difference between "slutty" and "sexy" when I'd made the wish, but now that she'd mentioned it... Oh what the hell, I thought to myself as I admired the hints of her feminine form that I could see through her loose nightgown. It's just for fun, and she [i]did give me permission. Not to mention she seems to be enjoying it even more than I am at this point![/i]
"Ok, um, how do you feel about your tits?" I ventured.
"My tits?" A look of serious thought came into her eyes as she looked down at the two small indentations her breasts made in the thin fabric. "I've always thought they were fine - a bit small, maybe, but perfectly adequate. It honestly didn't even occur to me to change them when I was making those small changes to myself earlier - I guess I just thought bigger breasts might make me look like a sl-" I watched as her eyes shot open with the sudden realization of what I was implying, and what a simple wish on my part at this point could do to her.
"Oh God, Jack, yes, what a great idea!" I could see desire burning in her eyes now that the thought of me making her tits a little bigger was in her head.
"I dunno, Cass, seeing you get like this every time I suggest something makes me think that I may have gotten a bit too carried away with my first wish. I feel like I should tone it down a bit before we go any further."
"Oh pleeeease, Jack?" Her eyes were pleading, and it was tugging at me in just the wrong way. "I know I'm probably coming off a bit strong right now, but it just feels so good when I think about you making me sluttier and sexier with your magic wishes!" She batted her eyes flirtatiously, and her hands began slowly sliding their way up her sides toward her small chest. Her voice took on a sultry tone. "I really want you to give me a slutty pair of breasts, Jack, and I know you want that too."
I did want that. My cock was hard again, rubbing against the smooth skin of her thigh, and words began to bubble up inside my head as I prepared to saddle my wife with a properly slutty pair of sex pillows. Just as I opened my mouth, however, her hands stopped, almost bashfully, just below her small mounds, and that serious look came back into her eyes. "Only a little bit though, right Jack? I don't want my breasts to get too big or too slutty, even if it is just for fun."
I immediately recoiled in shame, remembering how I had promised to keep the wishes small, and to make sure that Cass was ok with any changes before I made them. Barely two wishes in and I had already almost let myself go too far and do something to my wonderful wife that I knew she wouldn't be comfortable with! Maybe this whole thing wasn't such a good idea after all.
I think Cass noticed my indecision, because the cajoling look immediately came back into her face and she grabbed her small chest for a second through the nightgown. "A little bit is fine, though, so hurry up and give me bigger, sexier boobs!" she cried out, offering her body to me without reservation right there on the bedsheets.
I still felt a bit self conscious about nearly taking advantage of her in her mentally altered state, but it's hard to resist when a beautiful woman is literally begging you to give her bigger breasts with your magical wishes.
"Ok, Cass, I wish that your breasts were one cup size larger, and that all of your clothes fit their new size perfectly."
Immediately her nightgown bulged a bit as it filled with flesh, and Cass immediately grabbed her noticeably larger knockers and squeezed as she let out another low moan.
"Oh wow, Jack, I just love it so much when you do that to me! Look how much bigger they are now!" Her face was glowing with genuine joy as she hefted and caressed the slightly heavier breasts hanging from her chest.
It stood out to me that Cass hadn't commented on loving her boobs themselves, but rather loving how it had felt for me to give them to her. Something about this whole situation was still rubbing me the wrong way, but I couldn't deny that Cass' new tits looked great on her. They weren't enormous or anything, but they were clearly more noticeable on my wife's petite frame, at least to the point that her chest would now probably be the first thing guys noticed when they looked at her - that or her mane of gorgeous, wavy blonde hair. The combination gave her slim body just a hint more sensuality, in the best way possible. If only Cass weren't still hiding them beneath that stupid nightgown. But, I knew that my wife had a few hangups about people seeing her naked, and I had always respected that.
"Well I definitely like them," I said, still feeling a bit strange about not having to hide my interest in my wife's breasts now that she was feeling more uninhibited. Maybe these wishes weren't so bad after all. "Are you sure they're not too big? I can make them smaller if you'd like."
"They're perfect! I love how big and sexy and slutty they are!" she gushed, leaning over and throwing her arms around my neck. "And thanks for being so considerate about my clothes!" I felt Cass's larger chest squish more noticeably against my own. It felt great. My hardon was now actively throbbing against her leg. If Cass' goal was to make me want to fuck her even more than I usually did, it was certainly working.
If only she'd show her tits off to me a bit now that they were bigger instead of hiding them under that stupid nightgown. But, I knew that Cass had always been self-conscious about being naked with other people present, and I wanted to make sure that she felt comfortable. Unless...
"Are you sure you're ok with all of this?" I fished.
"Sure! I love it when you make me sluttier with your wishes."
"Well good, because I don't think I'm quite done yet."
"Ooh, give me your worst then, you big, horny man," she purred, leaning over my lap in the bed.
I opened my mouth, fully prepared to wish that Cass loved being naked and showing her body off, but then I saw her sexy, innocent face smiling up at me, completely trusting, and I hesitated as that feeling of guilt rushed through me again. I needed to make sure that Cass was ok with the wish first.
"Well?" she asked expectantly, her eyes bright.
"Oh, I wanted to ask you about the wish first, since I promised and all," I said, trying to hide how guilty I felt about almost making such a big wish without her. "How about you feel about being more comfortable being naked? Around me, I mean?"
"Ooh, that's a good one!" she said, already keen to feel yet another wish making her just the tiniest bit sexier and sluttier. "Go ahead and do it!"
In spite of her enthusiasm, though, I noticed that Cass was hugging the nightgown around herself more tightly. She's nervous about this one, I thought to myself. Again I hesitated, and considered not making the wish at all, but from the eagerness in her face I could tell that she still wanted me to. And to be honest, I wanted to get a better look at the body she always hid from me.
"Cass, I wish that the more turned on you are, the more you want to be naked."
She closed her eyes and shivered as the wish washed over her and added its irresistible changes to her psyche. "Wait, I thought you said you were only going to make me comfortable with it?" she asked, mildly concerned. "Not make me actively want it."
It was too late, of course, and it was clear that the wish had taken hold nonetheless. Cass began eyeing the buttons on her nightgown as her lowered inhibitions and the sexually charged closeness of our bodies began to make her feel overdressed. I was surprised at just how hot it made me to watch my wife fight her new urge to take off her clothes.
"Oh god Jack, this is so weird! I'm still just as embarrassed about it, but I'm starting to want it so much that it doesn't matter!" Her face was bright pink as she watched her hands undo the buttons down the front of the garment, and she sighed in relief and resignation as her hands slowly pulled the flaps of her robe apart and the creamy curves of her new tits crept into view for the first time. They were lovely - large, perky C-cups with rosy nipples stiff with arousal, and they looked simultaneously familiar and yet excitingly exotic as they hung from my wife of seven years' chest. I could tell from how hard my cock was getting that this wish had definitely been the right decision.
I think Cass's arousal was continuing to grow, because her fingers continued down her abdomen, and finally the fabric fell away entirely, leaving Cass's smooth skin fully exposed, naked and soft, as she leaned back over my lap.
I loved the way my sexy wife looked right then, her bigger breasts dangling from her chest above my knees as she leaned over me, her smiling face only a few inches above the hard cock sprouting from my crotch.
"You look like you're about to give me a blowjob," I half-joked, though we both knew all too well what I was really getting at.
"I don't like blowjobs though," Cass said in mock innocence as her hand made its way into my lap and started slowly stroking the shaft of my cock near the base, far enough away from where I was most sensitive to make me want more. Her bigger tits began to gently sway with the movement where they hung from her torso.
"Would you like to?"
"I'd love to." Again those eyes staring into mine, full of hunger. Again I almost held back, but the way she was teasing my cock with her hand was making it difficult. I wanted to cum, and I wanted to do it in my wife's wet, sexy mouth.
"Cass, I wish you loved giving blowjobs."
Her eyes widened with surprise before lowering and locking on to the head of my cock inches below her face. She licked her lips. "Jack, that's not quite what I said but I want to blow you so badly right now that I don't really care."
"I'm sorry," I began, immediately crestfallen. "Maybe we should-"
"Oh God, Jack, just shut the fuck up for once and let me suck your cock already!"
I shut up, and Cass couldn't hold back any longer. Her lips opened and dived downward, and I felt the soft, warm sensation envelop the head of my cock. Her tongue licked my glans, making me jerk in her mouth, and she let out a muffled giggle and slid her head another inch down my shaft.
I was in heaven. My beautiful wife was actually naked in my lap for once, and she was even sucking my cock! Her blonde tresses were in my face, and I could feel her bigger tits brushing and bouncing against my legs as she began to bob up and down. I moaned and reached under her torso to grab a handful of plump, glorious boob.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you Jacky?" she asked with a mouthful of my cock.
Yes, yes I was enjoying it. "That feels incredible Cass."
"Well good," she purred and swirled her tongue around my frenulum, making my cock jerk against her hard palate. Even though I'd already cum once, I knew that I wouldn't be able to hold back much longer at this rate. "Because thanks to you I'm enjoying this way more than I expected to. I think you'll be getting these pretty often from now on. Just tell me when you're gonna cum so I can pull off first."
It had never occurred to me that Cass still might not want to swallow. I was already getting close, and it felt so good that I really wanted to cum in Cass's beautiful mouth. She probably wouldn't care if I made one more tiny little wish...
"Cass, I wish you loved and craved the taste of cum."
Her eyes suddenly opened wide again and her brow furrowed even as her pace doubled. Her tongue began wiggling against the underside of my cockhead and her hand began practically jacking me off into her closed lips. I felt myself starting to lose control in my wife's increasingly slutty mouth.
"Here it comes!"
I came looking down at the big tits hanging off Cass's body, bouncing with exertion as she frantically tried to get me to bust. This was so worth it, I thought as I lost control and started pumping. The intensity of the sensation against her slick cheeks was incredible; it was like Cass was sucking my soul out through my dick as she bobbed her head and moaned like a whore, coaxing out spurt after spurt of my jizz with her tongue.
I collapsed back on the bed when I was finally spent, exhausted after the new best orgasm of my life.
Cass was hungrily licking the residual cum off her lips while I stared at her perky tits. When she finished, she lay down on top of me and gave me a wet kiss. Her naked boobs were pressed against my chest. Her eyes were serious, however, as they stared down into mine.
"That was amazing, Jack. God, you taste so good. I already want more of that." She licked her lips again, and her tongue brushed my cheek with how close our faces were, but her eyes stayed serious. "Still, I didn't agree to that, and I think 'you crave cum' goes pretty far past the point of 'only a little sluttier', don't you?" Almost as though the words triggered her craving, Cass slowly slid down my waist until she could gently suck my soft cock back into her mouth. I was still fully spent, but the gentle warm, wet sensation felt nice on my exhausted member.
Even so, I was crushed. Of course Cass was completely right, and all of a sudden I felt horrified at what I'd let myself do to my wonderful wife. She had so much faith and trust in me that she had even given me permission to change her, body and mind, and what had I done but immediately betray that trust just to get my rocks off. It was wrong, even if it had been the best cum of my life.
Cass saw the stricken look on my face and smiled up at me from between my legs. "Oh, it's not as dire as all that, and it felt and tasted so good that I can't be too mad at you. Just don't do anything else like that without my permission - I need to be able to trust you with this, Jack, and even though I love it when you cum in my mouth now, thanks to your wish, I still can't help but feel like you betrayed my trust, at least a little."
I felt horrible, and was ready to do anything to make amends. "Cass, I'm so sorry. I'll put everything back to how it was. This was a terrible idea."
"No, no, it's fine," she said absent-mindedly, still licking and fondling my soft member with a fascinated look on her face. "You just need to be more careful next time."
"No, Cass, it's not fine. That's at least twice now that I've ignored your wishes and gone too far. I need to make this right! I'm going to undo all of these stupid wishes."
By this point Cass had sucked my limp penis back into her mouth and was softly swirling her tongue around it. She popped her head off in shock. "No, Jack, please! I really love sucking your cock, please don't take this feeling away from me!"
She looked so slutty lying there in between my legs, blue eyes wide with trepidation under her blonde bimbo hair as she fondled my cock, that my traitorous member began to stiffen for a third time. Cass noticed immediately and began licking me from base to tip, trying to coax me back to hardness.
"That isn't what I had planned, Cass. I think things are getting too out of hand, and we need to act now before we do anything that we'll regret."
I thought for a second and had another burst of inspiration. "How about this: I think I can make it such that you could decide whether each wish affects you. That way, if I get carried away again and make a wish that goes too far or that you're not comfortable with, you could just refuse it, and wouldn't be stuck with it."
She looked up at me thoughtfully, still playing with my cock. "Hmm, it won't undo any of the earlier wishes you've already made, right? So I'll still want you to make me a little sluttier and sexier?"
"Right."
"Ok good. Because I really love the thought of your wishes changing me like that."
"I know," I said quietly.
"Then it sounds like a good idea. I say we go for it."
"Cass, I wish that you had the ability to decide whether my wishes affect you." I sighed in relief, knowing that now I wouldn't be able to mess things up anymore.
"Is that it? Did it work?" Cass asked from between my legs. "Make a wish so that we can test it."
"I wish that you were ten feet tall." I watched as Cass's eyes glazed over for a few seconds, before she finally shook her head. Otherwise, she remained unchanged.
"Oh wow, that was weird. It's like I could feel the potential there, inside me, but I had the power to reject it if I wanted to." She grinned up at me. "I was tempted to accept it just to mess with you, but I wasn't sure if suddenly having a ten-foot wife on your crotch would hurt. Plus I couldn't tell if it would make me any sexier or sluttier." She winked, and her hand sped up on my semi-hard cock.
"Well, handsome? How about another round?"
I looked down at her beautiful face. She was still between my legs, languidly sucking at my glans, trying to coax out a few final drops of cum as she tried to work me back to an erection. And while I had found this exact picture irresistibly sexy just a few minutes before, when my urge to cum was overpowering my ability for rational thought, I now felt like I could die of shame at seeing my sweet wife reduced to such a state.
"I, um, I think I may be done for one day. It's almost ten AM," I said, coming up with a quick excuse that wouldn't let on to how conflicted I felt. Even so... "Cass, let me know if you ever want me to undo your urge to give blowjobs," I hinted, though I already knew that she'd turn me down.
"Nah, thanks to your wish I really do love it, and I kinda like it this way. It's sexy. And I know you like it too." She winked again, and slid her lithe, naked body back up to lay beside me in bed. I could feel the unfamiliar, soft pressure of her bigger tits pressing against my side as she wrapped her arms around me. "This whole 'slutty' thing is mostly for you anyway," she said, though with the way her eyes almost pleaded at me as she said it, I wondered who it was really for at this point.
I tried to lighten myself up a little. "I'd like to think you're enjoying it too though," I said, smiling confidently down at her.
"Oh I a very much am! Not that I have a choice, of course." She smiled at me again, snuggled up against my side, and we quickly fell asleep.
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