Bob Morrison was feeling thrilled from what he felt holding his newly changed satiric wife snugly close to him as he had read so many times the chapters about the Bacchanal. Indeed, his wife looked like what that author described of his Satyress named Sky, Minerva, and others.
"Please Honey, take me, do whatever your fantasies would desire, as now, being like this I am meant for being ravaged!" A Satyr misses said.
"Oh dearest, try to calm your lusty ambitions. We shall enjoy you and our time together in many ways. I have people coming this afternoon, a man and his daughter are bringing here a mare for Jasper to breed with; you could watch from the upstairs window seeing as he mates. I would love to even now but..." an excited husband Bob said, but his Satyress wife was beastly horny and began digging her fuzzy hands down the front of his blue jeans.
As her fondling of his maleness, Bob realized his sense of arousal, his penis becoming immediately stiffened. As "Pop" went the snap at the top top his work jeans and down went his jeans and undershorts, to relieving his bobbing big penis. In a frantic move she grabbed his penis and turned, as guided it to her wet nether lips. She had his penis poised but when he failed to move closer, she backed her furry rump to meet the head of his stiff penis. A backing ramming into her shoved her then aroused husband's penis to fully slide inside her vagina.
Suddenly, he began thrusting and she knew from her new satiric mentality that she had her victim doing what she needed so badly. As Bob took to fucking his wife like would a buck goat to a doe, his quarry began her moves to moving, directing her lover to where they could lie down and really frolic. The guest room downstairs bedroom was where she wished for Bob to follow her, and in the sensual throws of having sex like a doe goat, she brought Bob into her den of sex and acting then as a depraved perverted man.
When they toppled over to fall and lie then on the queen size bed, Bob was on the bottom and he had then a Satyress seat on his lap. Wild and wiggling, the satyr wife stretched her goat legs along her husband's torso, she facing Bob as he laid there feeling his penis being stroked by the wall of her vagina. Horny as playful, two fuzzy hands took to squeezing her udder teats, shooting squirts of Satyress milk at the face and mouth of her horny then husband.
"Huh, huh, huh, oh Honey, won't you let me meet the man and his daughter?" She asked of Bob, as he replied in the negative, as asked her how he should explain having a Satyress as his wife.
His reply seemed to slow the fun frolicking as a horny minded Satyress knew then a sense of anger. So to taunting her horny husband she said, "I read some of those chapters you liked so well where a Satyress let a man suckle and drinking her milk, it being infectious, caused the foolish man to change, becoming then a satyr too!
I think you would make a handsome satyr, and then there would not be such a difficulty explaining why we were as married." She said, her erotic reasoning giving Bob as horrid a reason for him to toss her off his lap, and yank out of her then ten stout inches of penis. As she toppled off from him, Bob sat up and gawked at his erect penis, as he knew it had grown both longer, and larger of girth, while held in the infecting confines of a Satyress pussy.
"Oh wow dear, I felt like you were growing inside of me, and just look at what you have; a few more fun flings with me and you can begin doing the stud mating with any horny mares!"
Bob leaped from off the bed to standing there naked before a sexually aggressive Satyress showing him an attitude about him and his maleness. As Bob rushed from the room and his Satyress wife began to cry, he returned, but in hand he had a roll of duck-tape. A scramble ensued, but Bob trained as a military MP, he soon had his Satyress bound tight about her wrists and fetlocks. He then hoisted her up in his arms and carried her to their upstairs bedroom, where he softly set her on their king size bed.
"Now remain here, you can watch from the window when Jasper breeds the mare. We will talk more about what you are and of the fact that in twelve hours or less you shall return to being the woman I married, if but slightly endowed with an erotic desire for having sex." Bob said, as he walked out of the bedroom, closed and locked the door.
Although by then Bob was naked, and gawking down at his much bigger penis and even an enlarged scrotum, he heard a vehicle turning into the gravel driveway. A rush to get on some clothes and the need to get outside the house, Bob had to forget about his horny feelings.