Allan can't help but notice how odd his wife's shoulders are, but tears himself back to the game. It is getting good.
He draws his card, 'What is player One's chest measurement?' He finishes reading aloud, "That's odd. I already said your cup size. 37.5 inches, I think?"
Sandy didn't stop him in time. "That is called bust size. Guess you'll see in a - yup." Allan was losing mass above the waist. And hair.
"Woah, that is a crazy feeling." He waves his arms around a little, it seems to help.
Sandy was getting interested in the game, "You all done, there, Mrs?" Allan shot her a smirk as she picked up the next card from the purple pile.
Without reading aloud yet, the smile leaves her face and an eyebrow goes up. Allan asks, "What's up?"
Turning around the card so he can see, Sandy reads it, 'How long is player Two's erect penis?' They look at each other, thinking of what that would enable, for a minute.
"Fuck me." deadpanned Allan.
"Ten feet." said Sandy.
They remained looking at each other until Sandy slowly closed her eyes and leaned back in the chair. Allan leaned over and watched a nub grow under her black tights. He walked over behind her and hugged her with one arm, reaching down and pulling the waistband of her tights out to see a copy of his own penis looking at him. Sandy kissed his arm and felt up her breasts. Her new member began to grow. Not to ten feet, of course, but a respectable sixish inches. Allan walked over to the bedroom, laying down facing up. Taking off her clothes as she came, Sandy tapped her penis. She was surprised at how different the sensation was, and how location-specific. Although Allan had started fingering himself, there was not enough wetness. Sandy walked past the edge of the bed, put her knee on next to Allan's head, and swung the other over - a 69.
"Oh, great idea!" Allan said just before he nearly swallowed what was essentially his own penis.
"Suck my cock, baby," Said Sandy in a false macho voice. They both laughed around each other's erect members. Fingers found their way into vaginas, and juices started flowing.
Allan could feel a fire raging over his body. The sensations were different, different intensity and a different expression. Sandy could tell he was absolutely soaking and carefully climbed off. Walking to the foot of the bed, she parted his legs and he lifted. She leaned down, guiding the penis with a hand... and slowly entered. Allan suddenly knew what Sandy had meant by full. He felt very full. Being full felt good, "Oh, don't move, yet." He enjoys the cock resting inside his vagina for a moment, and then nods.
Sandy starts pumping in and out, trying to remember the angles and maneuvers she and Allan had found in each other's position. They find a deep motion and hug tight, thrusting harder in a fast rhythm. Various cries and moans, and Sandy says "I'm close." Somehow that makes Allan's orgasm even closer. Another minute and Allan's muscles grip Sandy's cock. "Ooouuuuhh-yes!" Sandy and Allan both orgasm, Sandy letting go of Allan and propping herself up while cumming in Allan and dripping from her lips - Allan shooting ropes between them, covering his now hairless chest and Sandy's breasts. Sandy dips her messy tits in the cum and moves around her slowly retreating penis in Allan's vagina. Allan is fully preoccupied with the orgasm still making his muscles and cock twitch.
Sandy pulls out and lays down, spooning her husband.