'Look what Maria sent us,' said Beatrice. She was holding a porcelain vase with a painted image of an ancient roman chariot being pulled by a naked equine with a huge, erect cock. The centurion who was racing the chariot was a woman, with huge breasts, and if you looked closely you could see the flat head of a spongy shaft poking between her cleavage.
Anthony took it from Beatrice and studied the image. He shook his head. Where could they place something like this in their house? It was ridiculously lewd, but then he expected nothing less from the equine he adopted. Not to mention it smelled like the bedroom they were now clearing out.
He handed it back and wiped his hands on his jeans. 'It's, uh, very nice,' he said.
'Yes, I thought so too,' said Beatrice. She wandered off to find some flowers, leaving Anthony to shake his head and return to the task of clearing out Maria's old room.
Covering the bed were all the dildos, butt plugs, harnesses, bit gags, nipple clamps, milking cups, and cock sleeves that he'd found scattered around the room. He grabbed a large box and started to fill it. He hoped to never touch such disgusting things again, even if Beatrice would look highly fuckable with a bit between her teeth.
Where did that thought come from? He shook his head to clear it, but his dick strained against his jeans. He couldn't clean this room soon enough and purge the perversion from their lives. Though he supposed he'd still have to let his daughter and daughter-in-law visit from time to time, and inevitably those nymphomaniacs would fuck in this very room, maybe even forgetting to shut the door...
'I put the vase on the dining table,' said Beatrice from behind. He jumped as she pressed into his back and reached around to caress his hard cock through the fabric of his jeans. 'Maybe it'll put you in the mood to eat something else.'
'Beatrice!'
He spun around to face his once very austere wife. She was flush and had evidently discarded her bra somewhere as her stiff nipples were poking through her shirt. They looked so thick and succulent. Bras did little to hide those glorious rods of mouth candy. He wondered why she ever bothered with them.
Instinct took over and he ripped her shirt from her body. Her sagging breasts seemed firmer and her skin looked more radiant. It only served to stoke the fire in his loins more. He threw her onto the bed and when she tried to protest that they should at least go to their own bed he simply shoved a bit gag in her mouth and continued to fish his cock out from his trousers.
It was over quickly. He blasted his nut juice the moment he slid her panties aside and shoved himself into her super heated snatch. For a brief moment he felt embarrassed and ashamed, but the post nut clarity faded just as quickly as he watched his horny wife reach for one of the smaller dildos to finish what he had started. The sight of her biting and moaning over the bit as she slid an equine shaped, footlong dildo in and out of her soaking fuckhole renewed his desire and inflamed his budding perversions further.
He stripped himself naked and took a seat at the vanity to enjoy the show. In his youth he could go three or four times a night, but those days were long past, yet his cock stiffened easily in the grasp of his hand. It was a testament to how arousing his gorgeous wife was. His gorgeous, always horny wife, who loved to display her wet, inviting snatch to him at every turn.
He teased his nipples to add to his hedonistic pleasure. It was great having their daughters moved out. They could finally be kinky around the house again. Acting once more on impulse, he reached for some lipstick off the vanity and applied it liberally. Beatrice moaned with desire, and he proceeded to paint his face with Maria's make-up until he looked like a drag queen.
He sensed she was close to cumming so he crossed the room to dump his second load on her fat tits. Beatrice hugged her arms closer to her chest to give him a nice valley to aim for and threw her head back as his jizz splattered over her tan skin, triggering her own squirting orgasm around the toy. Her entire body shook as she screamed until she passed out.
Feeling drained, Anthony stumbled back and collapsed onto the floor. This time he didn't feel shame. Just a deep sense of satisfaction, as though for the first time in his life he'd actually managed to express every ounce of the lust he felt towards the beautiful woman he loved, and sleep took him.
‐‐----------
When his eyes opened, Beatrice was gone. It was dark outside. He decided to grab a shower and took the hint that Beatrice had left out for him with the razor and shaving cream. His hair seemed to almost fall off his body as he ran the razor over his softer looking skin. He took care around his nipples, worried he'd nick his large, swollen areolas, and took even more care around his genitals. It was true what they said; he looked so much bigger clean shaven.
He returned to Maria's room to reapply his makeup, then slipped on a crotchless bodystocking and a pair of red heels. His skin tingled with excitement.
Downstairs, he discovered Beatrice naked on the couch frigging her swollen clit to a pornographic film of two transwomen sucking each other in a sixty nine. Her mouth dropped open in shock when she noticed him, but then she was cooing and moaning and squirting her juices everywhere.
Anthony sauntered over and climbed onto the couch next to her, squeezing one of her tits as he leaned in with open mouth for a languid kiss. Their tongues wrestled as their lips mashed together for a camera that wasn't there. His cock leaked with excitement.
He broke away and brushed away some of her hair to whisper into her pointed ear. 'I want you to fuck me like a whore.'
'Gladly,' growled Beatrice. 'You can start by sucking my clitty, slut!'
She shoved Anthony down and spread her legs wide. Her folds were puffy and large and he could easily shove his entire fist inside there after being stretched out by equine dildos over the years of their perverted relationship they'd kept hidden for so long. But that wasn't what grabbed his attention. Above her dark, wet folds extended the reason his wife was a permanently horny, porn addicted slut.
Her unusual, thick clitoris stood a proud four inches from her body. It always rubbed against her clothes, driving her mad with lust throughout the day, but he knew she loved it. She loved being a freak. He flicked his tongue over the tip and dove down. He loved it too.
He bobbed his head up and down, slurping and sucking the clitty cock, leaving trails of his lipstick along the shaft. Beatrice moaned and growled and ran her hands through his long hair. On the television the sluts with dicks moaned along with them.
Anthony could bare it no longer. He needed to be fucked. He stood up and turned around, and wiggled his ass at Beatrice. She leapt up and shoved him to the floor and mounted him like an animal. He moaned and squealed with delight, his dick swinging beneath him as his wife fucked his ass. He wasn't erect, and yet his shaft extended eight inches towards the floor, two inches more than it had ever been when hard before, and it was dripping pre like a leaking faucet.
'Tell me how much you love my clit you fucking slut!'
'Oh fuck yes! I love it! I love being fucked by your big fat clit! I'm your fucking clit-bitch!'
The loud, clapping noise of flesh against flesh drowned out the porno.
'SAY IT AGAIN!'
Anthony squealed. 'I'm your clit-bitch! I'M YOUR CLIT-BITCH!!'
Beatrice slammed her hips down and screamed. Her juices flowed between his ass cheeks, over his balls, and down his shaft to mix with the cum spurting from his tool to pool on the floor. His screams mixed with hers. On and on it went. His balls heaved and squeezed as they emptied thick, pungent seed into the carpet.
He collapsed into the puddle, completing the feeling of being a total whore. He loved it. He wanted to feel like this all the time. Soon enough, he would.
----------
'Would you like some milk in your coffee dear?'
Beatrice's tail swished from side to side as she leant forward, waiting for her husband to reach out and milk her like a cow into his morning cup of brew. Slender, delicate hands with painted nails reached up and squeezed her long nipples, and she shuddered as she squirted spurts of creamy milk into their coffees.
She slipped a hand between her legs to stroke her huge clit that in the past couple of days had grown bigger than most men's cocks. Though not her husband's. His was gigantic at over a foot long and was as thick as a can of coke. But as impressive as it was, her greedy snatch needed bigger.
Once there was enough milk in their drinks, they kissed and she took her seat at the table.
'I've been thinking,' she said. 'Do we really need to clear out Maria's room? She and Isabella are going to need a place to stay when they visit, and it's not like we need the room for anything else.'
'You just don't want to pack away all her toys,' said Anthony with a wide grin on his face.
'And you do?'
Anthony chuckled. 'I think the jeweled buttplug in my ass speaks for itself. We should at least unpack what we already boxed up before we get too horny again. It would be nice for her to come back to the way it was.'
'Agreed.'
Together, they unpacked the several boxes of shoes, slutty clothes, and equine pornography they'd packed just a few days earlier. This time they kept the window closed and enjoyed the heavy musk that radiated from every fibre in the room.
'Aw, look at this Beatrice. Isn't this just such a pretty photo of Maria and Isabella?'
She gazed at the picture he held towards her. It was a selfie, and the two lovebirds were kissing. They were also mutually masturbating with their hands firmly squeezing one another's mottled shafts. Now those were the kind of cocks that could satisfy a depraved harlot like herself.
Anthony turned it over and read the caption. 'Watching out first Ling Colt porn together.'
'That's so sweet. We should have it framed and leave it on her vanity for her.'
'That's a lovely idea!' exclaimed Anthony. He dashed off and returned with the frame that had up until that moment been holding their wedding picture.
'I wish we had a photo from the first time we watched porn together,' said Beatrice as she returned to unpacking several Ling Colt DVDs onto the bookshelf.
Anthony came up behind her and roughly grabbed both of her tits. 'Me too. But you know what we could do?' he said as his hard cock rubbed against her back and smeared precum over skin.
'Yeah?'
'We could take a selfie of ourselves watching our first Ling Colt porno together instead.'
'Mmmmm, that's a great idea. But which one?'
Just then, her phone buzzed with a message. It was from Irene. She clicked on the link. Ling Colt filled the screen, sucking herself off while an equine either side of her smacked their cocks against her huge tits.
Her own tits were big already, but now they swelled into two huge globes that needed almost constant milking, with long, toughened leathery nipples that had proudly reared two daughters.
Behind her, Annie slipped her fat cock under her tail and buried it up to the hilt inside her ass. In reality it was the first time she'd ever experienced penetration back there, but in the quickly altering reality she was a massive anal slut, even by equine standards.
She felt her wife's tits press into her back as her clit thickened into a sheath and her new cock sprouted from the end. Two and a half feet of glorious horse dick with a wide, flat head knocked the DVDs from the shelf, and as each fell to the floor her head filled with the intimate memory of every single second of pornographic debauchery ever filmed by the legendary Ling Colt.
'I can't believe she actually found a video we haven't seen,' moaned Annie.
'They're obviously teaching her how to do good research at that university,' she replied. Her testicles dropped into her fresh leathery sack and immediately set to work pumping thick nut butter all the way up her long shaft.
Her screams mixed with whinnies as thick clumps of jizz splattered over the shelves and her tits sprayed creamy milk against the walls. Deep inside her body a warmth radiated and a wetness spread over her back as Annie did the same.
'Anyone would think we were the ones on our honeymoon,' she giggled.