Mona’s Makeover
By Paladin
Synopsis: Over the course of a year, Mona changes from frumpy to hot.
Note: The SSI mentioned is the Secret Sexlabs International, a shadowy, mostly ‘on-line’ organization with a primary goal of getting its secretive members ‘better lives’ (basically meaning more sex) using body transformation tech, mind control, and other methods. Some of my other stories feature them more prominently if you are interested.
FOUR WEEKS SINCE WILLIAM LEFT
Mona groaned as she hit the alarm clock. She had planned on this for a week but it did not make waking up any easier. She hit the bathroom, then whipped herself up a disgustingly green smoothie and some oatmeal, already missing her usual Danish and coffee. She gathered her gear and trudged off to the gym to meet her new trainer.
As she sweated on the exercise bike, she thought back over the last couple weeks. Her husband, William, had been sent on year-long assignment to the West Coast headquarters of the large tech company he worked for. He got a nice bonus for it that he turned over to her (it was paying for the gym and trainer among other things), and they would get an allowance for travel back and forth, but they had mutually decided to just skip the visits and bank it all for now.
The first couple weeks apart were OK, if boring. Mona and William had drifted apart some over their twenty five-year marriage. The couple had a nice house, no debt, and a decent retirement fund. Life had been comfortable if not exciting.
Mona did not need to work but still had a job at a local medical clinic as an office supervisor. She liked her job well enough, but it was getting old. Most of the other girls there were a lot younger than she is at 45, and she did not hang out with them the way she used to do when she started there. She also felt that the job was sapping her vitality, and maybe some of her personality. She felt herself becoming harder and less empathic as she needed to be a bit of a bad guy to motivate the others to get the job done.
She was at work when she realized that she was jealous of all the girls around her. Here she had grown grey and dumpy while they seemed perpetually young and fresh. She was tired of aching joints and being winded taking the stairs. She was tired of the face she saw in the mirror everyday. She was also embarrassed that William, although a few years older than she was, was in better shape and looked younger. Having a waitress recently mistake her for his mother did not help.
She made herself a commitment to improve herself. It had started with finding a gym and a trainer, seeing her doctor, and reading up on better eating habits. She also decided to take a selfie every morning to help measure her progress.
Mona looked at the clock and was relieved that it was time to climb off this horrible device. She pulled off her headphones and turned off the music on her phone. The music mix William set up for her really helped the time fly. She walked on wobbly legs to pop a supplement William found for ther that was supposed to help her recovery, took a shower, then got dressed for work. Thankfully, it was a slow day so her achy muscles had time to recuperate, but she was scheduled for another session after work—weights this time. By the time Mona struggled home, she barely had the energy to zap a too-small ‘healthy’ dinner, brush her teeth, and crawl into bed. On the upside, she slept like the dead for the first time in a long time.
After a couple weeks, Mona felt she could see some real changes. She lost a bit around the waist, and her face looked a bit better than usual. She noticed she was smiling in the selfie she took as she posted it to their cloud account. Protein-rich low-calorie breakfast, cardio at the gym, her supplement, a quick shower, and back at work. She felt good enough that she started thinking about the next part of her plan—going back to school. Mona had earned a Bachelors of Arts degree in Literature, and had started on her Masters before they decided she did not really need it, and she set it aside. She really had not seen much reason in going back to finish the Masters... but now, going to school seemed like a really good idea.
Upon looking at several course offerings from local colleges, she decided on some classes in cooking, massage, art, and home decorating. She figured she would ease back to school with classes she could actually use, then think about a degree program or something later. Soon, she was enrolled in a basic cooking class.
NINE WEEKS
The last month flew by. Mona was excited by her physical improvements—she had gone from a size 22 to approaching an 18, dropped a lot of weight, and her spare tire was deflating to love handle status. She was doing a nightly walk/jog around the block (and thinking about getting a dog to keep her company) and walked from the gym to work and back most days, always accompanied by her music and the new tracks William thoughtfully remote loaded to her phone.
Her cooking class proved to be so much fun that she signed up for another, and added a class in watercolor. She was pleased that she now rarely watched TV other than the nightly news, and her days were full and had purpose again. She had not realized how empty things had gotten for her lately.
William, on the other hand, was excited for very different reasons. He was flip-booking through her selfies, amazed at the transformation he saw. The hypnosis sessions he’d put her through to willingly listen to and accept the ‘semi-subliminal’ suggestions he made through the custom music mixes seemed to be holding up well. The Secret Sexlabs International-provided supplements she was taking to help her muscles rebuild after a workout were really helping, as well as by preventing the saggy skin she should have been developing as she lost weight. He decided it was time for Part 2 of The Plan.
A couple days later, Mona came home to a small package on her doorstep. “Oh, good, it’s here!” She exclaimed as she opened the box from Scientific Self Improvement. She remembered her excitement at finding their website and ordering some new supplements. She was getting tired of her dry, grey hair, so she ordered some hair vitamins. She popped one and added the rest to her morning exercise supplements. Another vial contained several small purple pills that were some sort of SSI brand hormonal replacements—to help boost her energy levels. These were to be taken at night, so she put them in the bathroom. There was also another batch of her post-workout supplements, but this time she had decided to order some that she was to take an hour before her workout to help maximize the benefits and still help with the recovery.
TWELVE WEEKS
Mona felt fantastic after her extended workout at the gym. Her skin glowed and her hair was dark with sweat. She showered, paying attention to her nipples and crotch, which were feeling really responsive lately. She moaned happily at the sensations of the loofah on her sensitive skin. She dried off and looked at the mirror.
Oddly, she had grown a little taller, she was up to 5′ 7″, an inch and a half more than before she started, but she figured most of it was probably due to good posture. Her body was no longer shaped like an old pear, but she was still a bit thick in the middle. The skin on her arms and legs still wobbled a bit, but there was real muscle starting to show.
She was pleased overall, but really happy about her face. Her double chin was almost gone, and her cheekbones were beginning to reappear! Her hair was another thing she was really happy with—that stuff from the SSI really seemed to be helping. The grey hairs seemed to be falling out as coppery blonde hairs came in. The new hairs were only an inch or so long, which made her hair look odd, but she loved it.
Oops—she looked at the time and realized she had to run to make her class in time. Her new dance class instructor was not fond of people arriving late.
TWENTY WEEKS
William was pleased with the progress. Mona’s selfies showed real improvement, and her latest doctor visit showed good results on all the tests. Her cholesterol was down, her blood pressure, EKG, and such were all good for a thirty year-old, much less a woman of 45. One of his goals was to do this thing with minimal artificial intervention. He’d been with the Secret Sexlabs International for long enough now to have seen the mixed results of people who depended on the lab’s transmogrification technologies too much. Besides, there was a lot to be said for hands-on work and sweat equity.
Mona was building quite a collection of certificates. She had done well in her baking and cooking classes, adequately in her painting classes and better in sculpting. She really excelled in her dance and massage classes. She found she really enjoyed using her hands—she got a visceral thrill from kneading dough, clay, or muscles.
She also developed a mild fetish for sexier underthings. The plain old stuff she had been wearing felt more and more like something a granny would wear, not like her at all. She made sure to include some of her risque lingerie in her daily selfies, getting moist at the idea that William will be looking at them.
Mona measured herself in her bedroom in front of the full mirror. She was delighted to find that she was down from her old 44–42–48 to 40–36–42. She was a bit disappointed that her ‘almost B’s’ had shrunk down to almost an ‘A’ cup, but was pleased how much firmer and more sensitive they were. She glanced at a photo she took when it all started, and was very pleased by the progress, but she reminded herself that she had a ways to go.
One of the self improvements she made was to build a gym in their spare room. She could now workout on the treadmill to videos, or pump weights any time. She let the gym membership lapse now that she had a better understanding of what she needed to do and the best ways to do it. Besides, now she could play William’s wonderful music mixes on the good music system. That she could do it nude when one of her friends was not there was just another bonus.
Her evenings and weekends were increasingly taken up with activities. She’d signed up for some short ‘fun marathons’ and surprised herself how well she did and how much she liked it! She had also begun biking for distance and loved the rhythm of the peddling and the wind in her face. She took up swimming again and was toying with the idea of doing a beginners Ironman competition. Rock climbing at the college phys-ed building, tennis at the community center, yoga in the park—there so many interesting things to keep her busy. At this stage, she wasn’t very good at most of them but was enjoying feelings of stretching her muscles, building confidence and balance, and making new friends.
Mona was out doing another of her other new hobbies. She had discovered that shopping was a lot more fun when you could wear cute things from the more fun stores. Her frugal nature kept her from spending too much, especially since she was not at her target size yet, but she loved window shopping and planning her future wardrobe.
As she went to check out a store in a part of the mall she had rarely been to before, she noticed the small discrete store in the corner. She’d known it was there, of course, but had always sort of wilfully ignored the ‘adult lingerie and novelties’ shop. Today, however, she was in a curious mood, and even if she did not really think about it, she was rather horny.
She exited the boutique an hour later with several bags and a deep blush over most of her body. “I cannot believe I spent that much! I really should return some of this. Oh god that was so embarrassing!” Then she started to think about some of the things she bought and got a little squishier.
TWENTY SIX WEEKS
Mona looked at her big calendar. “Half way. William will be home in just six more months. I hope he likes what he sees.” She looked around at the house. She had remodeled most of the rooms, and had plans for the others. Nothing too major, just things like some fresh paint, new cabinet doors, and the like to turn their somewhat dated ‘80’s country cottage’ home into a more modern and fresh look, more in keeping with other changes she’d been making to herself.
She sat at her desk and pulled up her planner. Time to sign up for some new classes. “Hmm. Maybe this time I’ll go for something more fun—the belly dancing class looks interesting. Lessee... French Cooking 302, Investing for Beginners... Oh, they added an advanced massage class. That should be a good load.” Next she pulled up the Scientific Self Improvement website and reordered her workout supplements. This time she got the ones that promised to be tailored to a woman’s special needs. She was not sure what that meant but it sounded right. She reordered her hormone pills and the hair vitamins, then she noticed something that promised natural breast enhancement. She found herself daydreaming about having larger breasts and ordered a bottle of that, too, blushing as she did.
Back to her planner—just in time to head out to meet Jill for lunch. She smiled as she gathered her things and thought about how many friends she had made lately. That they were all much younger than she was did not bother her at all.
THIRTY THREE WEEKS
As Mona drifted off to sleep, she relived flashes of her last few weeks...
... At her favorite romantic lingerie store, giddily awed that she was trying on a new C-cup. And it was a perfect fit!
... At the sporting goods store, cheerfully buying larger sports bras and smaller almost everything else. Enjoying the looks of the staff as she tried things out for the mirrors.
... Enjoying a deep tissue massage at an SSI-recommended spa. She loved the sensation of the Asian masseuse’s fingers on her ever more sensitive skin. When she got her buttocks and upper thighs massaged, it was all she could do to not moan. She could only hope that the younger girl did not smell her arousal.
... Strutting around in the grocery store, dressed to the nines, enjoying the sound her heels on the hard floor... and the sensations of the Ben Wah balls neatly hidden away.
... The sports therapist the marathon organizers brought in was a good-looking young guy, and his magic fingers felt great helping Mona work out her charlie horse. She especially appreciated his glances down her neckline and the resulting tightness in his shorts.
... Leaning over a cute young thing at work, showing her how to work the office program as her vibrating butt plug hummed along happily.
... Having a group of handsome college students bringing her and her friends some drinks at the bar. They had a great time talking and dancing as a group, and she barely got out of there before she would have agreed to go home with one... or more... of them.
... Sitting in front of the mirror, brushing her coppery blonde hair, or touching up her adorable manicure. She’d been growing her nails out for some time now and enjoyed keeping them in perfect condition. Toenails, too. She got so turned on pampering herself like this!
... A rare lazy afternoon sitting out back taking in some sun and playing with herself.
As sleep overtook her, she smiled to herself. “God, I am such a sexy bitch!”
FORTY WEEKS
Mona threw the poor schmuck over her shoulder. The guy got cocky and tried to use his ‘superior’ skills and weight to subdue her during the bout in the dojo. She made a kissy face to him as he approached and she slipped in past his guard and next thing he knew, he was flat on his back. She proudly accepted the new black belt from her sensei as she bowed low to him—mentally snickering that he was blatantly staring at her wobbling boobs.
She showered, dressed, checked herself in the mirror (“Perfect, as always” she thought as she blew a kiss to herself) and gracefully slipped through the phalanx of men hanging around the dojo hoping to ask her out or just stare some more.
“And why not?” She thought to herself, checking her makeup in the car’s rearview mirror. “I’m pretty damn sexy, if I say so myself.” She had a very short list of things she was still working on—nagging pockets of fat on her thighs and waist (too insignificant for any man to notice, but they stood out like beacons to her), a few lingering spots on her skin, and so on.
As she arrived at her pole dancing class, she changed and stopped at the mirror before hitting the classroom. Her glossy hair was down to mid-shoulder blades and her face was impeccably made up. Somehow, her eyes had gone from brown to blue, but she remembered that there was a warning that might happen on one of the pills she was taking. Her lips were nice and full and she had the cheekbones and chin of a supermodel. She was amazed at what a good diet and workout regimen could accomplish!
Her toned 38D—24—35 body was getting harder to fit off the shelf. If something fit her trim waist, it was tight on her flared hips and round derriere. If it fit her bountiful bouncy breasts, it was like a mumu on the rest of her. At least her workout leotard fit well and looked good, even if it did take three sports bras to hold her properly. She was also glad the class was strictly all girls—she got quite enough staring on the street. “Well,” she thought with a giggle, “maybe not-quite-enough!”
When she got home, she went to lay out for some sun again. Moments later, she heard the gate open. “Um, hi Mrs. Franklin. I, uh, just got home and was wondering if this would be a good time to mow the yard?” Chris stammered.
Such a sweet boy. She nodded yes without opening her eyes, but she could feel his on her skin. She shifted so her boobies wobbled and heard him gasp. She smiled as she watched him from under her sunglasses as he stumbled to get the mower from the shed. She played with him mercilessly as she posed for him while he tried hard to both mow the yard without cutting a foot off. She knew he was on the high school football team and had a perfectly cute girlfriend, but for the last few weeks, it seemed that every time she was outside, he found a reason to be as well. He offered to do her yard for a ridiculously low price and she had to stop him from doing it every week.
She sat up and sprayed herself with her mister, enjoying feeling her nipples harden with the cold water, and enjoying even more seeing Chris out of the corner of her eyes standing there with his jaw wide open and an interesting shape in his shorts. She idly wondered if she could make him cum just from watching her... and a few minutes later, proved she could. She chuckled to herself as she reholstered the plump tit that had ‘accidentally’ popped loose from the top.
FIFTY WEEKS
Mona shifted position as Jill ate her out with noisy enthusiasm. “God, Mistress, you taste so good” the younger girl moaned.
Mona was not really sure how it all happened. A couple months ago Jill was just one of her new circle of friends that she lunched with. Several of them became gym buddies as well with a few transitioning over to her home gym. She began to offer them diet and supplement advice, including the Scientific Self Improvement site. Her wonderful hubby also made them both music mixes tailored to their musical tastes.
A few of the girls in the circle faded away, but the four that stuck it out became best friends. None of the other three were married, and for some reason any relationship they had been in seemed to have fallen to the wayside. None of them thought it was odd that a group of three young, attractive, active, and sexy women were single.
Nor did any of them think it was strange that the other three were growing sexier almost daily. Skinny Jill had apparently gone through some sort of second puberty and sprouted curves. Vanessa, already a cute Japanese-French mix, became exotically amazing. Lori, the sports nut, was a glistening sculpture of toned muscle and glorious breasts.
The changes were more than cosmetic. Lori had been the ‘Alpha Female’ of the group, but now it revolved around Mona. Vanessa even sometimes called and asked what she should wear for the day. Mona also noticed that the other three seemed to be attracted to her. When she was around, their nipples were perked up, their chests and cheeks flushed, their pupils dilated. They played with their hair, giggled at things she said, and always seemed to find reasons to touch or kiss her.
For her part, Mona found she loved the attention. She found herself thinking of them as her ‘harem’, and even had Jill staying the night so often that she was on the verge of giving up her apartment. The two often snuggled up together watching TV or just talking. More and more, Mona loved the sensations of Jill’s soft skin on hers, and Jill loved to stroke and touch her friend.
A couple days ago, after gym time with the group, Jill surprised Mona by giving her a big hug, then planting a huge kiss on a surprised Mona’s lips. “Ummm, god, I’ve wanted to do this for so long now.” Jill’s hands were massaging Mona’s tight ass and pulling their bodies together.
“Jill, hon, I think we need to take a shower.” Mona said, trying to clear her head.
Jill’s eyes lit up. “Great! I’ll go start it.” She almost skipped away.
By the time Mona reached the remodeled and rather luxurious bathroom, she saw that Jill had already gotten the water running and was loading towels into the warmer. And that she was naked. “Umm, Jill?” She started to ask.
Jill did not give her a chance to say anything else, helping her to strip off her tight workout clothing and shoes, tossing the Lycra into the laundry hamper before guiding the slightly bewildered sex goddess into the shower.
“I meant we should each take a shower, not that we needed to share one.” Mona finally managed to say. Then she started to moan as Jill took a loofah and began to lather her up. It felt so good to have Jill scrub her while she stroked Mona’s sensitive areas with her free hand. ‘I could get used to this.’ Mona thought as Jill maneuvered her around to rinse off.
“Just trying to save water, Mistress.” Jill snickered. ‘Mistress??’ Mona thought. ‘That’s... well, that’s damned kinky!’ She thought, moaning a bit herself. “Have a seat and I’ll do you hair.” Jill guided Mona to the built-in ledge and began to lather up her lustrous hair.
It was like any reservation Mona might have had was being rinsed away with the foam. The idea of her ‘harem’ becoming a real harem excited her, and for some reason, felt right. Mona noticed that Jill had washed herself as she was serving Mona, and that seemed right as well, although the idea of sliding her hands on her friend’s... servant’s... slick skin made her wet.
Mona had never really thought about how attractive, how down-right sexy her friends were, but now her hot cunny drooled at the idea and her nipples were all hard and pebbly. Jill noticed this as well and helpfully began to tease and suck them—eliciting more moans.
Jill was toweling Mona off when she suggested giving her Mistress a nice massage. Something clicked in Mona’s brain—Jill and the other girls had been taking some of the same classes she took but it suddenly seemed as if the others were training to please and serve her. “Sounds good. Do me.” Mona said imperiously, trying to suppress a snicker. She did not notice Jill shivering with arousal upon receiving the order.
Soon Mona was face down on a large towel on the massage table she had bought earlier in the year to use on William, a thought that still made her juicy. Running her hands on William’s tight body, oiling up his muscles with her slick fingers... mmmmm! She was eased out of her daydream by the pleasant sensation of warm scented oil being drizzled on her back and legs. Her attention shifted from thinking about William to thinking about hot-bodied little Jill as she began to slide her fingers along Mona’s perfect flesh.
Jill almost came from the intimate contact with her friend and possibly, her lover? She followed the lessons of her classes as she finished the initial overall preparation stage before beginning to work on specific muscle groups in the legs. She loved the feeling of the beautiful woman’s skin and the thought of being so intimate with her. Jill’s pussy was drooling as she dug into Mona’s calves and thighs, and the thought of the incredible ass being right there was driving her crazy.
Mona swore she could feel her friend’s arousal through her fingers, and it was infectious. Her nipples were tightening, and her baby-smooth pussy was growing warm and squishy. She wished Jill would just stick something in her—a finger, or better yet, a tongue. Hell, even one of her collection of dildos! Mona’s increasingly sex-fogged brain lit up at the idea of the double headed and strap-on dildos she bought and had never had a use for... until now. She sighed at the thought of a good fucking. It had been so long.
After a while, Jill asked Mona to flip over. Mona was a bit saddened that the ass portion of the massage had not gone further. She sensed that Jill was sorely tempted but had diligently soldiered on. On her back, it was much more apparent how turned on the two women were. They could clearly smell each other’s fragrance and see the signs of heat in each other.
Nonetheless, Jill stuck to her training, carefully avoiding Mona’s swollen vulva and not spending excessive time on her aching tits. Jill finished up by wiping Mona down, and giving her a kiss before cleaning up after herself. Mona remained in the bed luxuriating in the pleasure Jill had given her.
“Finally!” Jill exclaimed, waking Mona up from her pleasant buzz. Jill bent over the massage table and planted her face deep in Mona’s quim. She pulled a quick climax out of her Mistress, then settled in for a longer meal. Mona squirmed and moaned as her friend plunged her tongue deep inside her pussy, nibbled on her clit and lips, and played with her still slippery ass.
As she recovered from the attack, Mona suggested that Jill check out the pink tote in the main closet. Jill squealed when she opened Mona’s toy box and drug it into the bedroom. The two spent the rest of the very pleasant afternoon testing things out on each other.
“Oh god,” Jill moaned as Mona was vigorously fucking her with a large strap-on. “I can’t wait to use this on Vanessa, Oh! How about on Lori’s ass?” She giggled when Mona thrust a bit harder. “Ohh, it feels like you like the idea, too!”
A few days later, Mona went down to the gym and was shocked to see Jill, Lori, and Vanessa waiting for them, totally nude. “What is going on?” She asked, even as she felt she knew the answer and it thrilled her.
Lori answered. “Jill told us about your time together, and we decided we want to play, too.” Vanessa and Jill nodded in agreement.
Mona felt something shift inside her. ‘Finally’, the thought came, ‘they are ready.’ A part of her wondered what they were ready for, but she was already speaking. “OK. Jill, you are going to move in as soon as you can. You other two will begin making similar arrangements. We have plenty of room here and I want you all her before William comes home in a couple weeks.”
The three smiled as they agreed. “Yes Ma’am.”
FIFTY-ONE AND A HALF WEEKS
The girls finished up the Morning Ritual, mastubating each other to a blown-up photo of William’s magnificent cock before the three harem girls helped Mona with her shower, makeup, and dressing then spreading through the house to work on their chores before heading to work.
Life with the three servile women was amazing. Mona was resting on the couch after work as Vanessa was cleaning the living room in a tight and revealing maid outfit, Lori was preparing a delicious dinner, and Jill was gardening. Mona smiled at the idea of Jill being all hot, sweaty, and oh, so dirty! She wondered if Vanessa’s cleaning kink would make her lick Jill clean, and felt her pussy twinge at the thought.
She slipped into a daydream and she fondled her delicious melon-sized breasts and played with her perfect little pussy. She reflected on the incredible massages Lori gave with her powerful fingers—so different than Vanessa’s sexualized massages or Jill’s loving adoration rubs. She recalled the recent time Vanessa was cleaning on her tip-toes, her darling little outfit pulled fetchingly snugly on Vanessa’s round ass and heavy breasts, showing off her taut tummy. Mona could not resist. She strolled up behind her and slid her hands along her sides and cupped her warm breasts. Vanessa moaned and shivered, but kept cleaning. Mona slid a hand along Vanessa’s thigh and found her heated pussy covered in a flimsy lace thong. It was easy to work the small patch of cloth aside and then work her fingers deeply into Vanessa’s hot core. The sexy Asian grabbed the high shelf as she screwed her eyes closed and screamed her orgasm for all to hear. Vanessa had childish, high-pitched voice, and when she came, it was almost supersonic! Good times. She thought about interrupting Vanessa again, but with William coming home in a few days, there was just still so much work to do.
Instead, Mona left Vanessa alone and went back to reading her magazine and sipping the cocktail Lori made for her earlier.
WEEK FIFTY TWO
As William’s Uber drove up to the house, he was smirking that his plans all seemed to be working. Mona thought he was coming in that afternoon while he had actually landed a couple hours ago to make a surprise entry. The outside of the house and the lawn looked wonderful, with a new big bed of flowers and new furniture on the porch. The driver helped him get unloaded (most of it was coming by freight later) and he gathered himself at the door. He rang the bell with a flourish.
He heard high heels approach the door and a hot Japanese woman with long black hair in a revealing maid’s dress answered. “Hi Vanessa. Is Mona home?”
“Master!” Vanessa squealed. William flinched a bit as her high-pitched voice assaulted his eardrums. Vanessa was bouncing up and down happily and William enjoyed the spectacle of her large breasts bobbing in the snug outfit. He heard the call being taken up in the house. “Master?” seemed to float from the kitchen, and again from upstairs.
A moment later, a tall blonde with a toned body and bodacious breasts was wrapped around him, wearing an apron and with an adorable smear of flour or something on her face. “Good to see you, too, Lori!” Vanessa joined in the hug even as a thunderous charge came down the stairs. Suddenly a copper-haired goddess and another young blonde beach body babe joined the huddle. He was being bathed in kisses and groped by uncountable hands as they murmured things like “Master! Master’s home!” and inarticulate moans. His wife was kissing him even as some other girl was stroking his hard cock.
“Let’s move this into the living room, shall we?” The posse of pussy galvanized into action, guiding and almost carrying William to the spacious and tasteful room, parking him center on the large couch. As one, the group fell to removing his clothes. Jill sprinted off to fetch him a robe and slippers and Lori went to get him a cold drink leaving Mona giving her beloved husband deep kisses as Vanessa suckled lovingly on his big cock, just keeping him aroused and erect.
Soon William was in a thick robe, wearing comfortable house slippers and sipping something cold and delicious as the girls regaled him about their last weeks together. He enjoyed the stories of the spontaneous sex, like the time Lori buggered Jill in the gym, or the infamous ‘sex in the sink’ session when Vanessa pretty much pushed Lori’s big tits into the sink, hitched up her ass, and ate her raw. William laughed at the photos they had been taking of their antics together.
Lori rolled in a cart with the dessert they had prepared for his homecoming. Mona cut a delicious-looking chocolate layer cake and plated a big wedge for her husband. Looking at the cake, William had a tasty idea. He gestured Mona over and promptly dumped the cake in her cavernous cleavage. Mona gasped in shock, then giggled as William began to eat the delicious chocolate confection. William proceeded to nuzzle out each crumb and lick off the rich frosting, teasing Mona as he did. The other girls were eating their cake and ice cream and giggling at the scenario.
William reflected as he chased the last bits of goodness from her gazombas. He had not originally planned on a harem, but when Mona told him about Jill, he decided to add her to the program—both for himself and for Mona. Lori and Vanessa were just bonuses. Technically, he guessed, the two were more like ‘roommates with privileges’ compared to Jill’s deeper conditioning. Nonetheless, he looked forward to many nights in a warm tangle of limbs.
“D’Oh! We forgot the whipped cream!” William called out as he grabbed the can and began spraying the girls willy-nilly.