You know you have a packet of condoms that the two of you brought for the occasion, you figure that this was the best way to relief her of some lust while protecting you until you or someone else can help — maybe the room serviced you ordered could help you out.
"Okay, but let me get a condom first, alright?" you look into her eyes and try to remove the fear within you before it could take root; your hands are sweaty already and every breath feels like a challenge to keep pace.
"But I want you now. Please, raw?" she begs. "I want to feel you inside of me, it's always better raw." You gulp slightly. Sarah was always one for caution and she was always more comfortable with safe sex. You had to play aggressive with the situation.
"No, it's either condom or you're masturbaring on your own." You try to be careful as to sound firm but not to hurt her: Sarah is still your wife. Sarah gives a little whimper as she squeezes your cock.
"Okay." she sighs with defeat. Just to make sure.
"Why don't you prepare yourself for me while you wait?" She gives a small smile at the idea. She flops onto the bed and starts to touch herself: she fondles her breast while she made sure her pussy was wet for you. She traced her fingers around her erect nipples with the occasional squeeze of her chest; her fingers teased her clit as she rubbed her pussy lips, wetting her fingers as it leaked like you never saw it done before. With her wet fingers, she wets her asshole and you can see her smooth, long leg clecnch as her toes curl.
"Why haven't we done this before? Masturbating in front of each other? Look, I'm already soaked." Sarah cooed. You see that the sheets are already stained. You ignore that it could've been from the shower and fish out the condoms — trying to find things while your eyes are watching your wife masturbat isn't as easy as it sounds. It was a value pack since it was on special at the time: twenty rounds. You'll have to last for as long as you can for each. "Hurry up and fuuck mee." she whimpers with lust. By the time you stripped yourself and have the condom on, you see that she is overcome: her breast are a size bigger, her ass is even more plump and pear-shaped, her legs seem to be even longer and her facial features seem to enhance themselves — every bit of her face seem to make the rest of her face more beautiful, and sexy. Caught up in the moment, you remove her hand from her pussy and you slam you dick into her; the shock almost makes her scream with pleasure as she grips at the bed cloth with her elongated and painted nails; you notice that her arms are more slender. You still recognise this bimbo, but at the same time, the virus has caused so many changes. The news did say it was slow acting — it said it would take a at least half an hour and at most a few days to fully convert a woman — if this many changes have happened in less than two hours, how much of Sarah would you lose in a day? You feel her legs warp around you and her feet interlock. "Fuck me," she commands, "fuck me like the little slut I am, make my cunt shower you with my love, Brad."
"Beg for it." You need to stall for as long as you can. You lean over towards her ear — crushing your urge to kiss her as you normally do — and whisper: "A little slut like you needs to make me feel just as good." But she already was: her pussy was extra tight and you could feel the heat through the condom, and by how easily it slipped in, it would be more moist than a sauna.
"I'll ride you after this, just fuck me already. I can't stand this. I need to feel it rubbing against my insides." At least the virus hasn't hit her intellect just yet: her vocabulary doesn't seem hurt, yet. You move at a moderate pace to start with. "That's right, yeah, make my pussy happy, make me scream, make me beg for more." You put your fingers into her mouth to shut her up: too much would make you cum too quickly. Sarah moans as she sucks on your fingers, wetting them; you'll have to remember that. Her soft lips caress your two fingers as her tongue glides across and around them; she sucks them in rhythmically to your thrusting. You feel her ass jiggle as you watch her breasts bounce. Her moans become more and more erotic — she must have been really horny. The virus was spread similarly to an STD — by bodily fluids — licking her would be risky as she would be sweating from all of her heat; but you really wanted to lick her throat: it was like tradition. One that you would have to break, for now. "Faster. Give it to me." she managed to demand. You stick your fingers further into her mouth as you pick up the pace. Her legs tighten around you before letting you go and spreading across the bed as she gripped the bedsheets. Her moans became higher and more frequent with short bursts. Her eyes rolled upwards and you start pounding her proper. You grab her curvy, round hips and you start slamming her against you as you thrust into her. "Fuck. Me. Fuck. Me. Fuck. Me. Fuck. Me. Fuck. Me. This dick is soo good. Don't stop. Keep fucking. Fuck. Me. Fuck. Me. Fuck me good." You stop. You pull her closer to the edge of the bed. You need a quick break before you cum too soon. You rub her clit and her body spasms from the pleasure; her sharp moans turn into pleasures cries.
"Make me. Beg for it." You use your deep, sexy tone — or at least that's what Sarah called it.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me please!" she started repeating her mantra. "Fuck my pussy. Make me feel good. Ill let you play with my ass. I'll even let you smack it. Just keep fucking me. I'll do whatever you want as long as it means I get to feel this good." she flipped herself over and presented her asscheeks. This was a line she never wanted to cross. You grab her hips and you go into beserker mode on her . She cries with satisfaction as she moans more and more. "Just like that. Fuck me, Brad. Stir up my insides. Make my pussy remember your shape. Make me cum." You grab her waving feet and she moans even more. You knew that women could feel good from their feet, but you and Sarah never tried it before, you two didn't want to; it looks like the virus made everything pleasurable extra sensitive — the virus also somehow painted her toe nails. "My- uh, ass- aahh. If my feet- uhh, feel that good- hm-aah, from your touch- aahhh, then image what my ass just feel like- ah, yes!" You can tell she's about to cum and you can feel you cock tense too, room service will be here and you don't want her infecting anyone else. The one who infected Sarah is still out there but at least you can slow the spread here. What's your next move and what do you do after your first round?