Tracey Unleashed

by Jennifer White

   

Carl was very unsatisfied with his sex life. His wife Tracey had a nice body and everything, but she was so boring! No matter what he tried, she would only do things one way: the missionary position. Her upbringing had been too prudish. He cursed himself for having married a "wallflower" instead of someone wild, like one of the cheerleaders. He grew increasingly frustrated at her lack of her unwillingness to let him do other things. And so when he found an add in a magazine for a retreat where wives could go to learn and shed their inhibitions, he was all for it.

It took quite a bit of coaxing, but finally he got her to agree to give it a try. She'd go for the weekend, and shed her inhibitions. He had a whole weekend to himself, which he naturally used to download porn (since she was too much of a prude to understand!), and to go shopping for some sexy lingerie for her. She wouldn't even do that for him, since it 'embarrassed' her. He shook her head. She was so repressed.

Carl smiled as he returned to the pictures he was downloading. Ah, now those were some wild women!

* * *

When Tracey returned from her retreat, Carl wanted to try out her new attitude right away. With all of the porn he had viewed all weekend, he was really revved up and ready to go. He laid out the new lingerie on the bed for Tracey, and he told her to let her hair down, put it on, and he'd be back in a few minutes.

Much to his delight, when he returned, she had it all on! She looked stunning in the dark nylons, the frilly black garter belt, the matching pushup bra, and a very sheer teddy. Her hair was hanging down instead of being pulled up tight, looking far better to him that way. And even better: she had saw fit to put on a pair of black pumps, really making her outfit look over-the-top sexy. He smiled as he saw the bright red lipstick she wore. She waved a finger at him.

"Come here, big boy" she whispered in a sultry voice she had never used on him before. Carl was in heaven! Tracey was giving him what he had wanted for so long. He rushed to her, kissed her hard, and in no time he was stripping off the lingerie she had just put on. His hands were all over her, and she wasn't offering any resistance. Instead of pushing him away, she was leading him on! She leaned over the bed, and stuck out her perfectly shaped butt towards him.

"Come and get me" she said. "Doggie style."

"Rrrrrrufff!" said Carl, as he eagerly went over to her, and put himself in. It felt like such a dominating position, to be going into her like that! The bed shook as he thrust harder and harder, making her scream with delight as they both came at the same time.

When they were done, they held each other in bed, as the fell asleep together. Carl hadn't been happier in all his life.

* * *

"I was so worried when I first showed up" said Tracey, as she made Carl breakfast the next morning. "But they taught me how to get in touch with my own inner fantasies, and how I could enjoy opening up sexually. I had so much that I had been holding back, and I didn't even realize it!"

"You were so great last night. That was the best ever" said Carl.

"And for me too, honey. I'm glad it made you so happy. But I wanted to speak to you about something. Now that I've realized what some of my sexual fantasies are, I want to be able to live them out too. You'll love it; it will be wild, we'll explore, and I promise that you'll always get to come! Will you explore with me, and let me live out my fantasies too?"

"If its anything like last night, then definitely yes!" he said, as she served him the bacon and eggs.

"Last night was nothing. Get ready to really do something fun, when you get home from work."

Needless to say, Carl couldn't get Tracey off his mind all day, wondering what they were going to do. He could picture her in her sexy new lingerie, and how they had done it the night before. It sounded so exciting to be able to explore, and get really wild. He could hardly wait. For the first time in quite a while, he called his wife from work, just to tell her that he loved her.

* * *

When he got home, Carl was more than rewarded for his patience. Tracey was in a new outfit he had never seen before. A tight black miniskirt, an even tighter top that made it look like her boobs were about to burst out of the deep V cut in the front, full makeup, heels, and an exciting new hair style. Her hair looked so full now, and best yet: she had dyed blonde!

She came up to him, and pushed him against the wall, as she started kissing him, pressing her body into his. Her hand went down right between his legs, and she rubbed there until he was as hard as a rock. She stood back and lifted up her miniskirt to show him that she didn't have any panties on beneath it. Right there in the livingroom, she wanted him to do her! Up until then, they had only done it in the bedroom. This was a wild new development.

Carl unzipped his pants, and let them fall down around his ankles. He kicked them off along with his shoes, and discarded his boxers as he prepared to enter Tracey's wet pussy again from the back. She looked so alluring, as she bent over the couch. He took himself, and started to guide himself into her pussy.

"No my love" she said. "Higher up. Do me in the butt. Its much tighter. You'll really love it."

Carl hesitated for a moment.

"What's the matter? You're a prude?"

"No, just getting ready" he said.

If she wanted to be pounded there, well, no problem. It would be tighter. And it would be pretty wild. He put himself into her, and pushed hard to work himself all the way in. He thrust in deep a couple of times, and felt the pleasure flow. He did get more simulation from her other opening, since it was so much tighter.

As he looked on, Tracey moved a pillow on the couch, and pulled out something: a large, realistic looking dildo. She took it, and put the tip of it into her pussy.

"Reach around me" she ordered. "I want you to masturbate me as you thrust."

It felt awkward, now that he couldn't use both hands. As soon as he started to work the dildo inside her, she started to moan, which drove him crazy. He would thrust once, then do her a bit, then alternate again. He wondered if she was making him do that, so he would slow down and last longer. What a great idea! He wanted the fun to go on and on.

When he did finally come, it was huge. He didn't know if he had ever come so much at once before.

"Don't stop!" she said. "Keep your hand moving!"

Even though he wanted to collapse, Carl kept masturbating her for another ten minutes before she finally put her hand on top of his to stop him from doing any more. They both dressed back up, and she showed him the wonderful dinner she had cooked for him while he was at work. It was his favorite: beef stew. He was one happy man.

* * *

That night, Tracey asked Carl if he could go again, or if he was too tired. He of course was excited to try it again. She laid on the bed, and spread her legs wide open for him. He eagerly put himself into her pussy, glad that it was him instead of the dildo going in there! But after his second bit thrust, he watched her reach under the pillow, and take out her dildo. She calmly spread some kind of gel on the tip, and the next thing he knew, she was reaching around behind him and inserting it up into him!

"Tracey..." he started.

"There's a lot of nerve endings back there, my love" she said. "You'll really enjoy this. Just relax, and have fun."

Carl didn't like the idea of anything being inserted inside him, but he wasn't in much of a position to argue. He wanted to come so bad by now! He kept thrusting, as she pushed the dildo into him, until he finally came inside Tracey's pussy. She kept pumping him, until he pulled out and away from her. He looked at her with just a bit of fear in her eyes. That was wild, but not what he had in mind! Why was she so obsessed with things being inserted into butts now?

She took out another dildo, and inserted it into her pussy. She slid it in and out, and moaned as her eyes closed and her head threw back in pleasure. She was insatiable! He decided that perhaps after having held back for so long, she was now going over the top, and that soon she'd calm down.

* * *

The next two weeks were wonderful for Carl. He had all the sex he wanted, and more. Tracey kept up her strange obsession though, always wanting him to do her in the butt, or for her to insert something into him whenever she could. Carl didn't like that part, but he was in no position to argue! Tracey even did wild things like going down on him while he was on the phone talking to his friend Tim! She crawled under the table, unzipped his pants, and the next thing he knew, she was doing him! Wow. So how could he complain about what she wanted to do?

That night, Carl couldn't wait for bed time, so they could have wild sex again. The night before, he had suggested a new position for them to try. He had picked it so that he was sitting down, and he would be safe from having her insert the dildo into him. Much to his dismay, since his rear was not available, she had insisted on putting it in his mouth. Big mistake! He'd never try that one again. Tonight was her turn to pick. Carl couldn't help but to have a little fear. His wife had just made him suck on a fake dick the night before. What was she going to do now? Yet his anticipation of having great sex overrode any qualms he might have, and he was eager to do her.

When he walked into the bedroom, Tracey was already there. She was wearing a black dress with a full length skirt. The skirt had a slit, exposing her long nylon-clad leg. She wore her sexiest pumps, which made him stare at her legs and feet, almost drooling. She had her hair pulled back tight, and a lot of makeup on her face. She stood there looking powerful and beautiful.

"Close the door. Take off all your clothes for me" she said in an authoritative voice. Carl gladly did as she asked. She looked so hot!

"Get on your knees, and kneel in front of me" she said, pointing to a spot on the floor.

Carl did as she asked. Now he was staring up at her. She looked awesome.

"It has always been a deep fantasy of mine to have my man looking vulnerable and weak, while I am strong. I want to see you look scared of me. I want to see the fear in your eyes. Do you understand me?"

"Yes" said Carl, not sure what she was doing, or why.

Tracey slipped her arms out of the sleeves of her dress, and let the top part fall back behind her. She had on a gorgeous bra, black with white lace trim and pink strips. How he wanted to put his hands on her breasts! He watched as she turned around, and slipped completely out of the dress. She had on a pair of thong panties that matched the bra, nylons, and a garter belt. He smiled as she turned back to face him... until he saw something that did scare the living daylights out of him.

In front, it looked like she had a penis.

It took a moment to realize that it was a strap-on! His wife had a dildo attached to her, looking like a large, realistic dildo. It looked as if she had a hard-on! He could only stare at her in amazement, dumbfounded.

"Now you realize that you are weak and vulnerable. Show me that you are mine. Suck my dick. Now."

Carl didn't know what to do. He was frozen, unable to move.

"It's not like you've never done it before. It's your turn to take part in my fantasy. Now open your mouth, and put me inside you."

She reached down, and ran her hand along the shaft of the dildo, as if she was jerking herself off. She took a step closer to Carl, then she surprised him by grabbing him by the hair and pulling him towards her. Before he knew what hit him, the large dildo was in his mouth!

"That's it baby. Suck my dick. Mmm, it feels so good in your mouth. Just like I've done for you, now you will do for me. Get me good and hard, so I can put myself into you. Tonight, you are going to become the woman."

Carl was so scared that he completely lost the erection he had a moment ago when Tracey had been peeling off her clothes. He had a big fake dick in his mouth, and his wife telling him he was about to become a woman! Tracey pulled the strap-on out of his mouth, and with surprising strength, she pushed his head down, so that it was almost on the floor. She calmly walked behind him and knelt down.

"Tracey, please!" he said, as she grabbed on to him, and started to guide her strap-on into him.

"It's not like you haven't had a dick up your butt before" she said. "In fact, you're pretty used to it by now. Look how its getting you all hard."

She was right; the feeling of his nerves back there being stimulated was making him get hard again. Just as she had done for weeks every night, she pushed a fake dick into her husband. But this time, it was strapped on to her, and she was thrusting with her pelvis, rather than using her hand. She reached around him, and started to pinch his nipples as she put herself deep inside him.

"Ow!" he said.

"Your little boobs are so cute" she said.

"I don't have boobs!" he protested.

"Oh Kim, you're so sensitive that your boobs are little. Don't worry honey, I love them."

"Kim?" said Carl.

"Yes, my little Kimmie, my little girl, my baby."

As she said that, she reached down in front of him, and started to roughly jerk off his penis. With all the stimulation, he was so close to coming already.

"Tell me that you're a woman now, and that your name is Kim" she said.

He didn't respond, so she tightened her grip, causing a moment of pain for Carl.

"Okay! Be gentle! I'll do what you want. I'm a woman. My name is Kim. There, are you happy?"

"Say it again, like you mean it, Kim" she replied.

"I'm a woman. My name is Kim" he said.

"Again!"

She made him repeat it over and over again, as she jerked him off, until at last he exploded in her hand.

"You're going to need to clean that mess up" she said in disgust as she pulled out of him.

Carl sat on the floor frightened and nervous, as she tossed a wet rag at him, and handed him a bottle of the cleaning fluid. What had he gotten himself into? What was going on with Tracey? How could she have done this to him? He hoped that this line of fantasy for her would go no further!

* * *

The next day, Carl wanted to do it the old fashioned way. Him on top, missionary position, Tracey on the bottom. He held her hands so that she couldn't sue them to insert anything into them. He was very forceful, not letting her do anything to take even the slightest bit of control from him. It felt good to do it that way for once! But now he had to fear what the next night would bring, when it was her turn. What if she asked him to dress up as a woman or something horrid like that?

"I want to have a 3-way" she told him, shocking him with the sudden change of direction.

"Really?" he asked.

"Oh yes. I think it would be fun. I know someone who is interested. Are you up for it?"

"Of course!" said Carl, thinking of how cool it would be to nail two chicks at once! All Friday long at work, he couldn't help but wonder who Tracey would get to join them in the bed. It was going to be so fun!

He came home, but didn't see his wife.

"Tracey?" he called up.

"We're up here in the bed, waiting for you!" she called out.

Carl smiled. He took off his jacket and undid his tie. He kicked off his shoes, and pulled off his socks as he walked up the stairs to the bedroom. He took off his belt, and removed his pants just outside the door. He was unbuttoning his shirt as he walked into the bedroom, ready to see what kind of hot chick Tracey had brought over.

Carl was more than shocked when he saw that it wasn't a woman, but a man. A tall, well built man wearing a black turtleneck sweater.

"Here is my husband, my master" said Tracey, as she looked right at the man, not even glancing at Carl.

"You have done well" he told her.

"Who are you?" asked Carl, upset that there was a man in his bedroom, along with his naked wife.

"I run the weekend retreat you sent your wife off to. She is much happier now, isn't she? You can tell the truth of it, can't you? Look into my eyes, and you'll see that I'm not lying."

Carl's eyes glared at the man. He locked eyes with the man. His face was like stone, his eyes almost black. Carl found himself unable to look away, as the man walked towards him. He was talking, but Carl couldn't recognize the words. Fear swept over him, as he realized that he had become paralyzed, and could not move. He felt like he was on the edge of a dream, falling asleep, yet awake.

The man snapped his fingers, and Carl came to with a jerk.

"There are your clothes, Kim. You had better get dressed first" said the man.

"Yes, Master" replied Carl, responding to the female name that his wife had given him two days before. He reached down, and put on the black bra with the white trim and the pink stripes. The same one that Tracey had worn. Next to the bra were a pair of large breast forms, the same size and shape as Tracey's breasts. In fact, they were so identical because they had come from a mold the man had taken. Carl put them into his bra.

"Now you're becoming like me" said Tracey.

Carl found himself putting on the nylons, the garter belt, and stepping into a pair of high heels that were in his size. He walked to the mirror, and found himself putting on makeup, just like Tracey's. He tried to stop himself, but he had no control over it. The man had done something to him, and he was powerless to resist.

"Have you trained him as I instructed?" asked the man to Tracey.

"Yes master. Two nights ago he even sucked my dick, and let me put it into him."

"Excellent Vincent. You will make a wonderful husband for Kim, once she is complete."

"Thank you, master" replied Tracey.

Carl shuddered involuntarily. The man was turning him into a woman... and now he wanted Tracey to become a man? Vincent?

The man pointed in front of him. Tracey knelt there, and opened her mouth so that she could suck his dick. The man smiled as she worked on him, getting him very hard. After a minute, he pulled back then pointed to Carl. Carl's knees went weak, and he found himself collapsing to his knees on the floor in front of the man. He looked up helplessly as the man put himself into Carl's mouth. Now it wasn't a plastic dildo in there, it was a real penis. Carl was so scared that his tongue was flicking, like he had his wife do when she went down on him.

"Very good Kim" said the man. "Now it is time for us all to have some fun."

He pointed to the bed, and both Carl and Tracey climbed in. First he had Tracey lie on her back, then he had Carl put himself into her wet receptive pussy. The man stood by the edge of the bed and leaned forward, so that Carl could resume sucking on his dick while he was inside his wife's pussy. It was enough to keep him from coming.

After some time, the man had them switch positions. Tracey leaned over the bed, and the man entered her from behind, doggie style. Then Carl had to put his own dick up into the man. As Carl thrust forward the very first time, he climaxed. It was so quick! Why had it turned him on so much to be inside a man? It was as if they were programming him to become gay!

"Ooh! You're so big!" screamed Tracey, as the man pumped her hard.

"Much bigger than your husband?" he asked.

"Oh yes. He's not even really a man anymore" replied Tracey, her voice melting as she had yet another orgasm.

She turned and laid on her back, exhausted. The man pointed at her, and Carl found himself walking over to her.

"Put your mouth on her pussy" said the man. "And clean up the mess. I came a lot. Use your tongue, and make sure that not a drop is left. Your tongue is the only thing you'll be putting into your wife's pussy from now on. I'm going to turn you into the wife. She is going to become your husband. She will be your man. You are going to be her weak, helpless wife. And you both shall serve me."

Carl cried as he obeyed his master's orders. He couldn't understand why he was unable to resist. When at last her pussy was cleaned, and he had eaten out every drop of come, the man had them both stand up in front of him.

"Kim, show your husband that you no longer think of her as a woman. Show her that you are hers."

He handed a strap-on to Carl, even bigger than the one from two nights ago. With a trembling hand, he went over to her and put it on himself. Then he knelt down in front of her, and started to suck on it. The man walked over and whispered into his ear.

"It feels much better than sucking pussy does to you now. You're obsessed with your husband's dick. It is all you can think about! You want to feel it inside you. You want to suck on it all the time, to touch it, to kiss it, to love it."

As he said the words, Carl's mind was further warped, and he was unable to stop the new thoughts that were filling his conscious.

"You are Vincent now, and you are a man" he whispered into Tracey's ear. "The woman sucking your dick is your wife Kim. You want to keep her in her place, and make sure she knows that you are the boss, when I am not around."

"Yes master" she said.

"You are to wear your dick at all times. And at least five times a day, you are to make your wife Kim suck it, or you will put it into her."

"Yes master."

Now the man returned to Carl.

"You are a woman now, and your name is Kim. The man who's dick your sucking is your husband, Vincent. You love him more than anything, and you will do anything to show him how much. His word is your command. You want to please your husband. You want to be a good wife. You are a woman now, Kim. You are Vincent's slave."

If Carl's mouth was not full of Tracey's strap-on, he would have said 'yes master'.

When at last the man had Carl remove his mouth, it was time for the couple to get dressed. First the man had Tracey put on a business suit. A man's suit. Tracey calmly removed her makeup, clipped her nails short, and started to remove her nailpolish. She took off all of her jewelry, and put it in the box.

Meanwhile, Carl was being dressed himself. The man had a very sexy French maid outfit for him, including fishnet pantyhose, and a very frilly apron. Carl put on a wig giving him long hair, and preened in the mirror as he put on Tracey's jewelry.

Tracey handed Carl a box of Q-tip swabs.

"Now you will dust. I dusted yesterday, but you will dust every little nook and cranny in the house. There won't be one speck left when you are done. This house it to be kept cleaner than a hospital operating room. Now get to work! This place is a mess, and it disgusts me!"

"Yes, my love" said Carl, as he knelt down and started cleaning the edge of the floorboards. He hardly looked up to watch Tracey and the man kissing, putting their hands on each others dicks. He was too obsessed with the cleaning. He needed to show his husband what a good wife he was, and he set about his work with zeal.

Tracey smiled as the man finally let go of her dick. She felt such a need to put it into Kim! She saw her wife there on the floor, doing the housework, her rear end up in the air. She needed to do her, right then and there. She walked over, pulled up Kim's skirt, and pulled down her panties. She put her dick up into her wife, and sighed. Ah, it felt so good.

"Good-bye my little love birds" said the man. "I shall be back soon, and we will begin to move your relationship to the next stage."

They didn't even notice as he left; their lovemaking was so intense that it blocked out all else. Kim was so happy to be able to please her husband so. And Vincent felt good, as he banged his wife. They both felt such intense pleasure! They were so happy now.

To Be Continued??????

  

  

  

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