As the wife carried on with one sexual act to another I as the old man of fiftythree was getting worn out fast. It was then she mumble something about the salve jar she'd found after her shower that made me think of the warning.
I sat up as she smiled at me with a lusting grin like the devil himself. In a bouce she jumped on top my chest and wiggled her now furry slit to eek my nose into her slit.
A sudden cold chill as I tried to see what the Hell she was doing to my belly, groin, and thighs. Sliding her groin down my stomac her cute nimble fingers press my aching rod into her slit. A returning pair of hands smeared my face and neck in what I knew then to be the hair salve from the jar.
Her strength was so much better than mine I didn't have a chance in round 2 two even get off the mat. In seconds my penis seemed to flare to a much larger size. It was so tight in her vagina she and I moaned together.
What little mental strength I posessed winged it's way out the window. The orgy of round one was a small taste of the one begining.
I remember little of those six hours of wild terror for more and more sexual pleasures.
As the sunrise light touched my eyes I open them in disbelief. I was on the floor sitting in the corner of the room near the window. In plain view was my wife's tail sticking up in the air above the cute tight round butt. Her right arm hung from the bedside. A sound looking appendage of white shaggy hair expanded muscles and what looked all too much a cloven hoove in place of her fingers.
Her face looked longer rather than round as before. Lips and nose had merged to be a muzzel as much like a goat as if born that way. Her horns, white in color with a blackness around the base. One pretty leg was near the bedside edge and offer a fine look at the strong form. Shaggy thighs thinned the hair as it ran down long goat feet to a feathering above her black cloven hooves.
I looked at her deranged form and odd but my cock got rigid in seconds. I should be appaulled of all this but instead I'm aroused and willing to start again.
I took my aching rod in one hand and began to smooth it with the desire to masterbate. It was about to climax when I gave my belly a sudden look.
"Damn!" was all I could say at the jet black shaggy hair that covered everywhere I looked. My hand was of nimble fingers like the wife had earlier in the night. Black hooflets grew from the end of each finger. My arms looked longer and the thought of them becoming a foreleg sent a chill down my spine.
I razed my left leg to see full goatish thighs, hind leg, foot, hairy feathering above my black cloven hoove. Again I should of been scared to death but the sight just stirred my sexual arousement even more.
A hand to my head found six in long very sharp horns, long furry wagging ears and a hairy beard that could take hours to shave. Sitting up my chest bulged strong as if I were a musclebound twenty year old. Out of a shaggy pouch called a sheath for animals was a eighteen inch plus red rod of pure sex! I sat with both hairy palms wrapped around my cock and closed my eyes as a wish that all this was not just a dream.