Lizzy decided to drive them back from the cafe, by the time they had reached the house Marty could feel himself getting younger. Helping Timmy as fast as he could, Marty hurriedly made his way to the bathroom. It was a long time coming to inspect his body after the day. He looked just about how he did in his late twenties. It was uncanny to see himself again, yet for it feel so unfamiliar. Marty traced his muscles with a finger. Despite the situation and the pervading sense of dread, he couldn't say he didn't look good. A sudden knock on the door made him jump as he heard Lizzy's voice on the other side. "Babe are you ok?" Marty looked around before coming up with a quick excuse. "Uh yea, I think it just something at the cafe, nothing serious." Marty could hear his wife take a few steps back. "Ok, just checking."
Marty rummaged through the pack of clothes he had purchased, they were already starting to look baggy on him, thankfully though pajamas don't have to be perfect. Marty put on the pants as he walked back into the bedroom as his jaw dropped.
Lizzy had taken the opportunity to doll herself up as she laid on the bed in nothing but a bathrobe. "I told you that you'd better be ready for round two." she playfully swung the bathrobes plush belt around. "I already got Timmy settled, tonight, you're all mine." she purred as she laid back on the bed. Marty gulped, weighing his options. Damn she was beautiful, even at thirty she amazing. Making up his mind Marty undid the pajama bottoms, falling without much resistance as he climbed onto the bed on all fours, slowly crawling up to Lizzy. Planting kisses up her leg to her stomach and finally a sharing a passionate kiss. He hadn't made love like this since he was, well, in his twenties.
Marty continued to make out with Lizzy as the both snuck in a few gropes, Marty enjoying his wife's firmer breasts as Lizzy stroked his thrumming cock. Marty was then rolled over onto his back. He was usually the one on top, but Lizzy seemed much more dominate now, he didn't pay it much mind, still captivated by his wife's beauty as she nestled herself onto his shaft. With a gasp, she slid all the way down, Marty letting out a soft moan as she began to move up and down his cock with the occasional gyration. Marty was never too big into being the bottom, but how this felt, maybe he was missing out all those years. With a gasp, Marty orgasmed into Lizzy as she pounded up and down. "You really were ready for round two." she playfully said, and with a slick pop, slide off as she stood up to clean herself off. "I'll have to even the score tomorrow."
Marty smirked as he watched Lizzys round butt travel around the bed before disappearing into the bathroom. Slumping down into the bed he let out a deep yawn as he found himself quickly falling asleep.
The next morning Marty was met with a familiar feeling, he gave out a stretch as he suddenly froze, it didn't feel right. Fearing for the worst Marty hopped from the bed deftly, and running into the bathroom. Looking into the mirror he clapped his hands to his face in shock. He must have only been 18! Marty checked the clock, it had just turned six am, after another night he had lost a second decade. He looked at his body, the fit form he had before was wasting away, his high school self was much more scrawny and skinny, before he had stuck to a dedicated gym schedule in college. Marty looked down as he blushed, he had forgotten to put any clothes on from last night, his cock hanging free in bare nakedness. There was no way to hide the changes now from Lizzy, even if she for some reason couldn't notice yesterday this was crazy he thought. Slowly opening the door again he saw Lizzys hair poking from a covers. Tip toeing his carefully crept back into the bed, fishing for the pajama bottoms from the previous night. A sudden flash of movement caused him to flail as a wave of covers crashed beside him, Lizzy rolling out right on top of Marty as he laid on his bad. Marty's mouth dropped as the now twenty year old Lizzy smiled playfully as she traced a finger along Marty's pec. "You're up early, I didn't think you were that eager to play." Marty grabbed Lizzy's hand, she was so young, and so hot, just like yesterday she had lost another decade. But that meant. Marty silently slide away from Lizzy as he opened the bedroom door as he raced across the cabin. Lizzy quickly following him as she giggled, thinking it was just sort of game. Marty quickly opened the door to Timmy's room only to find the room empty, a now vacant bed was all that remained. Lizzy flashed her eyes. "You wanna do it in this bed this time?" Marty shook his head, Lizzy wasn't so provocative when he met her, when he met her? He met her when she was 26, she was certainly 20 now, how did any of this make sense? Is this how she acted before she met him? Marty asked worriedly "Where's Timmy?" He flipped off the covers in a panic as he shouted his sons name again and again. Lizzy looked confused. "Who's Timmy?" Marty looked back baffled. "Our son? Our son Timmy, where is he?"
Lizzy tilted her head "Babe if you want a son you know you gotta do me first, and actually..." she paused. "I kinda like the name Timmy." Marty slumped next to the bed in shock, his son had just disappeared and he didn't know why, and worse his own mother didn't even remember him. Lizzy slid next to Marty as her breast's pressed against him. "You know we still have this cabin rented for another night, I was thinking we could either fuck inside or try our luck in the wilds."
Marty blinked a few times, oh gods, he must have brought her here on some kind of date, a sex filled one to boot. Marty gave a light kiss to Lizzy as he suddenly felt a familiar pang in his stomach, he would actually visually see himself get smaller now as he reverted to being 17. Marty stood up, he was definitely a inch shorter. "Let's uh, let's get breakfast first."