A Wish Fulfilled Gone Awry (part one) 

I suppose I shouldn't complain.  I mean I got what I asked for, in a way.  It's 
all so confusing when I look back on it and try to make sense of it all.  
Everything was going so well.  I had everything a guy could want and then Amber 
even went through with the surgery to fulfill one of my most secret and now that 
I think about it selfish desires.  I guess I'm getting a little ahead of myself.  
I decided to put it all on paper, being the analytical guy that I am, so that I 
could determine what to do next.  Maybe you'll have some ideas and can let me 
know.

I guess I'll just start at the beginning.  My name is Tim and I'm what you would 
call an average guy.  Around 5'-10" tall, short light brown hair, and wire rim 
glasses.  I graduated from a large University in Ohio a few years ago, not too 
far from where I grew up.  My degree, as everyone in my small hometown knew it 
would be, was accounting.  My father was a CPA, his father was an accountant, 
and his father's father was a bookkeeper.  I figured it was in the genes and who 
was I to go and stir things up.  I'm somewhat reserved, which I believe comes 
with the accounting personality, which is why I considered myself the luckiest 
guy in the world.  Not for being reserved, but for the girl I ended up meeting 
and marrying.  

Amber was a dream come true for me.  I'm not going to kid you and say she was 
playboy material, but for me she came pretty darn close.  I met her my sophomore 
year in one of the few courses I was required to take outside of my major - 
English literature.  Our eyes made contact the very first day of class and 
something just seemed to click.  I knew she would be the one.  Amber was from a 
small Midwest town as well and several months into our dating I would find out 
she was a virgin like myself, saving herself for marriage.  Our University was 
huge, but somehow it only seemed like the two of us from there on out.  

I really need to describe Amber to help you get the gist of what was to happen 
latter on.  Amber has straight dirty blonde hair, sparkling emerald green eyes, 
and a sprinkling of freckles across her petite nose, which I find particularly 
sexy, especially when they matched the ones across the top of her breasts, which 
I was delighted to see on our honeymoon.  Fortunately for me Amber stood only 
about 5'-4", so I always enjoyed a height advantage, even when she was in heels.  
Her butt seemed to match her nose, cute, and petite.  I got an erection every 
time I saw her in a pair of tight jeans or workout shorts.  Probably the only 
thing more I could have wished for were a pair of big tits.  Don't get me wrong, 
I loved her awesome ass, but I always bought the playboy magazine for the 
perfect breasts all the centerfolds seemed to have.  Amber wasn't completely 
flat, but her 32As weren't her best assets.  

Like I said, we dated all through college.  I ended up with my degree in 
accounting and Amber with her degree in nursing.  Those were the days when I 
masturbated all the time.  We had decided we would not have sex until we were 
married and in those days, pre-Clinton, that included ALL kinds of sex.  We 
kissed, a lot, and I know she felt my erection pressing into her stomach more 
than a few times, but that was as far as we went.  A week after graduation we 
were married and then it was off to a one hospital town about three hours from 
the University, where we both landed jobs.  Everything went great that first 
year.

"Aaaaaaaaaaah...that feels soooo good Tim," Amber cried out in the dark.  Her 
first orgasm with me a few days after she had lost her cherry to me.  

"Uuuuuuugh...yeahhhh,"  I followed, thrusting my penis in her as far as it would 
go.  "I love you so much Amber,"  I remember whispering in her ear as we lay 
there cuddling together in post-orgasmic bliss.  

It seemed like we had the perfect life.  Great jobs, two incomes, a great 
midwestern town with little if any crime, and us.  I remember the first night we 
had the light on while we were in the midst of foreplay kissing and Amber moved 
her head down my stomach until her face was right in front of my penis.  

"A penis, sure is funny looking," she said, "are they all like this?"  

I didn't know what the heck she wanted to know, so I took a stab at it. "You're 
the nurse honey, you know some of them are circumcised and some of them aren't."

"No, I mean size wise."

The moment of truth for me.  As I told you before, I'm an average guy, and in 
the penis department it didn't change.  Fully erect I was around 4-1/2 inches 
long, but of course I rounded up.  I had seen a couple of the black athletes at 
our school in the locker room, there weren't very many that attended the school, 
and I wasn't about to tell her what I had seen.  What she didn't know wouldn't 
hurt her, or so I had thought.  "Yeah, well I measure around five inches, which 
I would say is pretty common.  A lot of guys are smaller and a few might be a 
1/2 inch to an inch longer, but all in all the guys I've seen in the locker room 
are all the same."

"That's what I thought," she smiled, "I love yours and I'm glad it's all mine!" 
she giggled and leaned forward and kissed it.  "You don't think that's dirty do 
you?" she asked.

"No..no!" I said, "I think it's great.  I don't want you to be afraid of it."  

Then she stuck out her tongue and touched it.  

My penis jerked and she laughed. "Does that excite you, Tim?"

"Oh baby, yeah," I moaned, wanting her to take it in her mouth.

She licked at my dick a few more times and then rolled over so I could get on 
top of her again in our standard missionary position and stick it in her.  Her 
pussy was so tight.  I can still remember that feeling, trying to push myself 
into her and meeting resistance the entire way in.  Her muscles squeezing me 
hard and keeping my penis erect.  So much so that I always seemed to cum in a 
few short minutes.  After we came down from our euphoria, she whispered those 
sweet nothings in my ear, "I hope it will always be this way Tim."

Now that I'm writing it down, this is where the beginning of the road was that 
took use to another fork in a road and to another divide and so on, each time 
bringing us into uncharted waters that would change out relationship every time.  

I came home from work to my bride of two years and broke the news that the 
senior management at the accounting firm had sold out to a national company and 
that they were shutting down our office in four weeks.  Our options were for me 
to forge out on my own, go back to school for an advanced degree, or look for a 
new position in another city.  Amber comforted me and pretty much took it in 
stride.

"Don't get down, honey, you're very smart, I'm sure there are a dozen places 
that would hire you."

"Well, the job market's pretty tight right now, and I'm not the best at 
communications.  I don't really want to have to start marketing myself."

"Did you talk with Mr. Hatcher?  He always seemed to be very up-front and honest 
with you."

"Yeah, as a matter of fact, I did.  He said he had a shoe-in job for me that 
actually pays $10,000 a year more than I'm making now."

"So what's the problem?" Amber asked happily.

"The catch is, it's in South Florida."

"And..." she hesitated.

"What do you mean, and?  We've always lived in Ohio.  We've never even been to 
Florida before."

"Come on Tim, be adventuresome.  It's not like we have two kids we're dragging 
along.  Let's see if it's our destiny.  I'll poke around tomorrow and see if 
they have any openings in hospitals in that area and if they do we can go for 
it!"

After that it was a whirlwind.  There was a great job only a few blocks from 
where I would be working for Amber, with higher pay, and they were even going to 
pay for moving expenses.  Three weeks later we said goodbye to friends, family, 
and our life in Ohio and set off for the great unknown.

* * * *

To say things were different in South Florida would be an understatement.  For 
two na<ve Midwesterners it was like we had landed on another planet.  The pace 
of my job was triple what I had experienced in Ohio and I found myself spending 
a lot of nights at the office trying to keep up.  Amber seemed to like her job, 
but she didn't speak Spanish, which limited some of the people she could talk 
with, both patients and fellow employees, and she didn't have all the same 
friendly down to earth white folks as patients that she was used to.  

Another thing we noticed was that due to the never ending warm weather, people 
didn't wear much in the way of clothing in their leisure time and whenever we 
went out everyone seemed to come right off the pages of GQ or People Magazine.  
For me it seemed like there was a never-ending see of bouncing breasts and deep 
cleavage every where I looked.  I hoped Amber wasn't checking out all the 
muscular square jawed hunks that lined every bar and restaurant we went to.

One night during a late dinner at our condo, Amber dropped a bomb that as I look 
back on it was the second fork in the road.  

"You're not going to believe what happened to me today," Amber suddenly spouted 
out as we dug into the spaghetti and meatballs she had thrown together.  

"What?" I asked somewhat absorbed in my own long day at the office.

"It must have been a freak of nature," she continued staring off and shaking her 
head.

"What...what?" I asked again, now that she had my attention.

"Well..." she hesitated, "it's kinda weird.  Promise you won't be mad?  I was 
just doing my job."

'What the hell could this be,' I thought, looking at her innocent face, "I 
promise," I said.

"Well, I was taking care of this patient.  A big black man, dark as I had ever 
seen.  He's in his late fifties and...well, he had pushed the nurse button."

"And?" I asked.

"...As I came in the room I noticed the pained look on his face.  I thought he 
might be having some sort of attack or something, but it wasn't that.  As I 
approached the bed he said that the physical therapist that was treating him had 
laid him down wrong.  I wondered to myself how a PT could do that, they were the 
ones who were always so particular about transferring patients. Anyway, when I 
asked him what he meant he said that she had laid him on himself.  I still 
didn't know what the heck he was talking about and was about to go get help when 
he reached out, still with a pained face and grabbed my arm. 'Please,' he had 
said, 'I can't lift myself up, can you just pull me out so it doesn't hurt?'  I 
still didn't know what he meant and he lifted his sheet up, kind of embarrassed 
and said, 'down here.'  That's when I looked down between his legs and almost 
fainted.

"Why?" I asked stupidly, "did he have some sort of growth?"

"Ha, that's not the short of it," she said, "you wouldn't believe this, 
especially after you told me that all men were the same size, but this man had 
the largest penis you could possibly have imagined.  Like you, at first I 
thought he must have had some sort of deformity, but when I looked closer and 
moved his legs apart..."

"You did what?" I had asked, starting to get angry.

"You said you wouldn't get mad," Amber answered, "I knew you would...I moved his 
legs apart because of he wasn't able to and saw that his penis was so long that 
it came out of the front of him down between his legs and he was indeed sitting 
on himself, just like he said.  Fortunately, I was able to move him over on his 
side enough to reach under and pull his penis out from under him."

I think I must have just looked at her in shock.  I couldn't picture my wife, 
who had rarely seen or spoken to a black person doing this.  Then I just spoke 
what was on my mind, "were you wearing gloves?"

"Actually...no, I didn't have time to get them and was too shocked at what I was 
seeing to even think about it."

"What did it feel like," I continued.  It was like I didn't want to know, but I 
had to know all the details.

"Mmmm...it felt like a giant black hose.  My fingers didn't even begin to reach 
all the way around it and it looked so odd to see something black like that 
against my white hands.  I think it was easily fourteen or fifteen inches long."

I thought it was odd that my penis started getting hard as she gave me all the 
details.  "Was there anything else?"

"No, that was pretty much it.  I covered him up quickly, after I laid his penis 
down on his stomach, so he could have his modesty.  He just closed his eyes and 
said, 'thank you.'"

'I'll bet he did,' I thought.  The rest of the dinner was made up of awkward 
small talk and we didn't have sex that night.  I made some excuse about being 
tired and she said she had to get up early for work.

* * *

A week later we were in the middle of foreplay, naked in bed, with the lights 
off when Amber suddenly stopped kissing me.  "Do you like my body?" she asked.
"What do you mean, do I like your body? Of course I like your body."

She turned the light on.  "No really, do you like, EVERYTHING, about my body?"  

The third fork in the road was my hesitation.

"...yes"

"You're lying, don't lie to me.  What one thing would you change if you could 
change one thing?  And don't tell me nothing.  I want to know one thing."

I knew there was no way out of this one, so I answered truthfully but 
delicately.  "Well... I suppose if I had to change one thing...I guess I would 
make your breasts a little bigger.  But that's not to mean that I don't like 
them the way they are," I added quickly.

"I knew it...I knew it," she said, "I can see you staring at all the women down 
here every time we go out."

"Honey, come on..."

"Would you let me get a boob job if I wanted to," she asked.  

I had to think quick.  This was something I never would have suggested, but had 
secretly hoped for.  "Mmmm...aren't they kind of dangerous?" I asked.

"Noooo..." she said, "a bunch of the nurses at work have had it done and they 
say it's no big deal.  One of them even showed hers to me the other day."

"Really," I said, my dick starting to harden, "how did they look?"

"They looked great," my wife said, "then she took my hand and held it up to one 
of them and had me squeeze it.  They felt great too.  So, what do you think?"

My cock was rigid and I saw Amber look down.

"Well...I guess I have my answer right here," she said, grabbing my dick and 
jerking it.  "I'm going to make the appointment tomorrow."

* * *
I lost track of the forks in the road, but here was another one.  I made a 
secret appointment with the doctor my wife had chosen to do the breast 
augmentation and put in my two cents.  Amber had told him that she wanted to go 
from her current 32A size to a 34C.  I thought that was respectable, but told 
the doctor that if we were going to do it, we might as well do it right.  I 
asked him if he could make her a 36D instead.  

"There's always the caveat we put in the contract that we are estimating when we 
do the procedure and that sometimes it comes out a little bigger and sometimes a 
little smaller.  I suppose we could err on the side of a little larger," he 
smiled.  "Remember though," he warned, "she's not very tall and has a small 
frame, so a 36D on her is going to make her pretty top heavy."  

"That's okay," I said, "I'm the one who gets to enjoy it!"  Little did I know 
that those would be words I would later eat.

* * *

Amber's surgery went great.  After a few weeks the swelling and soreness had 
subsided and she was ready to go back to work.  Her breasts were now perfect in 
every way, full, round, and sticking up and out.  I couldn't keep my hands off 
them, squeezing them, caressing, licking, I couldn't get enough.  Amber loved 
the attention and wondered if I was more in love with them than her.  She didn't 
lose any sensitivity in her nipples either, like they had warned, in fact, the 
only side effect from the surgery was that her nipples were constantly erect and 
this made them more sensitive.  The doctor had told her that because she had 
been so small and they had slightly overfilled them, it had caused her aureoles 
to puff up and her nipples to stick out permanently.   

Two Saturday mornings later, we were set to go to the beach and Amber was ready 
to surprise me with a bathing suit she had spent several days shopping for.  
When she stepped out of our bathroom, I nearly lost it.

"Oh my gosh..." I said, jaw slack.

Amber had a red two-piece on that blew my mind.  To begin with, she had never 
worn a two-piece bathing suit and with her new tits she looked like a page out 
of my jerk-off mags from years ago.  The two triangles on top covered most of 
her, but the corners of her fully inflated balloons curved out each side.  She 
must have shaved her normally thick bush, because the small triangle covering 
her pussy didn't have any hair showing.  She even had on red lipstick and rouge.  
She rarely wore much make-up.  "Sooooo... do you like it?" she asked, smiling 
devilishly.

"Well...let's see," I acted coy, "turn around first."

Amber spun around to reveal what I already knew would be the case.  Her 
perfectly petite firm ass look awesome, especially since it was only half 
covered.

"Wow!! You look great hun.  Let's forget the beach and get it on right here."

"Uh ah, I want to get some sun.  If you play your cards right, I'll let you put 
the sun screen on."

This was the first time we had ever been to the beach when I didn't stare at 
another female species.  I couldn't keep my eyes off my "new" wife.  She was hot 
and I was hard, especially after applying the sun screen and watching it shimmer 
on her tan skin.  Unfortunately, it seemed like every  male on the beach was 
checking her out as well and Amber knew it.  She had looked great before, but it 
seems like a big set of tits catches men like nothing else and then they noticed 
her flat stomach, tight ass, and all American girl looks.  The two times I left 
her alone to get drinks and go to the bathroom, I came back to find several 
hunks in conversation with her and obviously flirting.  

I couldn't wait to get home and get my wife in the sack.  As we made our way 
into our bedroom, I grabbed Amber around the waist.  "Hey, let me take a shower 
first and get all this sunscreen off."

"No," I said, "I want to feel my hands rubbing up and down your slick body."  
With that I ran my hands up her stomach from behind and lifted her tiny bikini 
top off to reveal those marvelous breast.  Working my hard-on between the crack 
of her ass cheeks, I started rubbing the palms of my hands over her erect 
nipples.  "Mmmmm...yeah, that feels good.  Gahhhhd there so sensitive.  I'm 
getting wet."  It felt like my dick was going to burst and I grabbed a handful 
of each breast squeezing hard as I lodged my dick more firmly between her 
cheeks.  

Being a virgin when we married and only having each other for experience, Amber 
always followed my lead and was fairly vanilla when it came to sex.  Somehow the 
boob job, new found attraction by other men, and her sensitive nipples brought 
her out of a shell.  She really got into it and pushed back against by dick as 
she pulled one of my hands down from her tits and stuck it into the front of her 
bathing suit.  It was then that I felt or actually didn't feel any hair, 'she 
had shaved herself bald.'  I rubbed a finger across her pussy and the wetness 
just seemed to ooze out of her.  "Oooooohhhh that's it lover," she cried out, 
"rub my pussy and nipples...yes...Yes...YES...Ahhhhhhhh !" she came with such a 
force I thought she'd knock us over as she raised and lowered her ass on my 
shaft.  The sensation on my dick, hearing her cum and feeling her pussy juices 
flood my hand, was too much for me as a came in my pants. "Uuuuuuuhhhhhhhhh," I 
grunted shooting my load into the front of my suit as her ass continued grinding 
into me.  

I now believe that that was the first time she realized that she had control 
over me with her body.  That she could get me to do whatever she wanted.  I 
don't think the switch totally flipped over, but it was at least a dimmer that 
was on low and would slowly start making its way to max brightness in a short 
time.

"I'm sorry," I said, kind of embarrassed.

Amber turned around, "Oh," she said, looking down at the wet stain on the front 
of my suit, "did I do that?" 

"Now we'll have to wait awhile before I can get it up again."

"That's okay," she smiled, "I'll take a shower and then we can try again."

Lying in bed with her ten minutes later I started to caress her body, but she 
didn't seem into it.  "What wrong?"  I asked.

"Nothing," she said, turning and giving me a half-hearted kiss.

"No really," I said, "what are you thinking about and don't say nothing."

"Mmmmm, you really want to know?" she asked, "a girl likes to have some secrets, 
you know."

"Yes, tell me."

"Well...remember that black patient I had around six months ago?"

"Sure, how could I forget.  The one that was sitting on his dick?"

"Yeah, that one.  Well...I was wondering...what, you know...what it would feel 
like to have something that big pushing into you.  I can't really imagine it, 
because of how big around he was, like the thickness of my arm.  And how long he 
was...soooo long.  He'd probably injure me so I couldn't have children again.  
I'm so tiny and tight."

My dick started swelling and got rock hard as she finished her story.

Amber looked down and then touched me.  "Does it excite you to have me talk 
about things like that, Tim?" she asked.

I felt like she had control over me as I uttered a weak, "yyyyes."

She rubbed my dick up and down with her delicate fingers.  "Do you like me 
talking about how big his cock is in comparison to your little one?" she 
whispered in my ear.  
I could only moan.  It felt so good to hear her whisper in my ear while 
caressing my dick.  "Mmmmmmmmmm."

"His penis was so large.  He probably would have loved to stick it between my 
well oiled tits and move it up and down between them.  His dick was so big it 
could slide between them and stick in my mouth at the same time.  Only..." she 
breathed heavily in my ear, "it wouldn't fit between my lips because it was so 
big, so I'd just have to lick at it."

My dick was killing me it was so hard as she continued titillating my 
imagination and jerked by shaft up and down.  

"He'd probably want me to climb up on top of him and ride his big cock up and 
down like a pogo stick.  Do you want me to ride your little penis up and down?" 
she asked.

"Ohhh yes, pleeeeassse," I begged her.

Amber, got up and lifted her leg over me straddling my dick and then lowering 
herself onto me.  She had never been on top before in our two and a half years 
of marriage.  I watched as she lifted up and dropped herself down, her tight 
pussy pulling my dick as she lifted herself.  She tossed her hair back and forth 
and started bouncing up and down, her tits matching the pace as my senses went 
into overload.  I reached up to grab her tits and squeeze hard as she plopped 
down hard cumming with a flood of juices.  I couldn't hold out any more and 
erupted into her vibrating pussy.  "Aaaaaahhhhhhh yeah!"

Amber dropped down onto my chest pressing her firm tits into my face, smothering 
me, while she positioned her mouth at me ear.  "I'm glad that excited you lover.  
That's the best sex we've ever had.  I like your little dick Tim.  Although you 
know it's kind of a shame.  I had small tits and was able to have a quick in-out 
procedure and get big ones, but you've got a little penis and can't do anything 
about it."  She rubbed her tits back and forth over my face and then breathed 
her hot words into my other ear. "From now on we can fantasize about a big cock 
fucking my little pussy since that gets you excited.  I'll talk to you about how 
it feels and then we can have you stick your tiny penis into me.  In fact from 
now on my pet name for you will be 'tiny Tim.'"

* * *

That was certainly one of the big turning points in our marriage, but it was 
only the first of what was to be many changes.  The next week would bring about 
a string of events that would take my once innocent bride on the ride of her 
life and I would end up chasing as hard as I could just to try and get her back.
(part 1 of 3) 

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