Tales Of The Wand
#4 – Welcome Back
by Alexandria & JMD

"Are you okay?" Chris asked, as he extended his hand to help his wife up. He was still uncertain about what exactly had happened...or how...but he felt relieved to see Lisa back to normal. His wife took his hand and stood up naked before him.

"Well, I'm me again. I must be okay," Lisa said, moving her hands over her body. She touched herself as if she was checking to insure that all of her body parts were in the proper places. All her body parts. She also appeared to be making sure that they were all functioning the way they should.

Chris felt a bit warm, as he watched Lisa's hands caress her own breasts, and then slide down and gently massage between her legs. He took a deep breath and wiped his forehead. Lisa kept her hands in place, as she slowly turned around to give him a complete inspection of her shapely body. "Um, how did it feel?" he quietly asked, his voice just barely audible.

"Oh, it was amazing," Lisa replied, continuing to slowly massage her sex. "To be unable to move. To be just a helpless piece of cloth." She moaned softly. "I wonder how it would have felt to have had someone wear me."

Chris's eyes continued to stare at his lovely wife, but his mind was guided off by her words. He could see her lovely body wearing her own clothe self...a helpless piece of satin cloth pulled tight against her soft curves and voluptuous breasts. He stood frozen in place, hypnotized by his wife's erotic dance.

"I feel like I've been unleashed from captivity. I feel so warm." Lisa suddenly stepped up close to Chris. "Come on, big boy. Let me show you how good I'm feeling." Lisa's hand moved up against the front of Chris's pants, slowly rubbing against the growing bulge in his jeans.

"I, uh, maybe we should..." Chris stumbled for words, her touch bringing him back to reality. He realized just how cramped his pants were feeling at his wife's touch. He wondered what had gotten into Lisa. She had never been so blatantly sexual before with him.

"...get these tight garments off," Lisa finished for Chris. Her fingers undid the button and zipper on his jeans. Chris felt Lisa's hand slip inside of his pants to grab his member though his underwear. He gasped as she started to rub him, before sliding her hand down to take hold his balls.

"Oh, God!" Chris could barely contain his desires. His manhood was as hard as it had ever been. His reason faded, replaced by animalistic desire, as his lips moved to hers. His hands slid over his wife's shapely body and caressed her buttocks. "I've got to have you," he exclaimed, as he slid his mouth to Lisa's neck, kissing and sucking on her.

Lisa's hands moved across his body like skilled surgical instruments, and within moments, his clothes laid in a pile at his feet. She touched him like an expert playing a musical instrument, and he was helpless against her. He dropped the wand to the floor and was guided by his wife to their bed. After a quick tug on the bedspread, the couple was laying in their bed in each other's arms. Lisa stroked her hand against her husband's sex, and he soon felt himself getting close to climax.

"Lisa, I..." he started to say, but was cut off as her lips locked against his and kissed him.

"I just want to enjoy you," Lisa sighed, as she pulled her lips away after a full minute kiss. Then she pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him.

Her body now straddling him, Chris moaned as she pushed down over his sex, and he felt himself slide up into her. As she moved her hips back and forth, he felt his own hips thrusting back against her. Animal passion took over, and his reason faded to erotic desire. The couple embraced as they passionately thrust against each other, feeling the room with moans and gasps, as they both seemed to climax together. Covered with sweat and clutching onto each other, the couple lay panting, drained by their passions.

Chris looked at his wife and kissed her. "I love you."

"I love you, too, honey," she said, slipping off to cuddled up against him with her head on his shoulder.

Chris kissed her again, holding her in his arms for several minutes before he felt himself starting to drift off to sleep. As his eyes started to close, he found himself remembering the sight of his wife collapsing into a heap of cloth. He wondered how erotic it might be to have her change him into something and wear him. Then, he was asleep.

Lisa laid cuddled up to her husband, listening to his soft snoring. She ran her hands over his naked chest, enjoying his warmth. She snuggled in closer to him and tried to go to sleep, but it was a wasted effort. Her mind drifted back to the way she had felt after she had been changed. It had been a strange feeling, but not unpleasant. Almost relaxing, in a way. She wondered what else the wand could turn her into.

After about an hour, she gave up on sleep, and got up to go to the bathroom. As she came out of the bathroom, her eyes caught sight of the wand lying on the floor next to her discarded clothes. With a smile, she went over and picked it up. "Real magic," she said softly, swinging it slowly back and forth. "Imagine that."

With a shake of her head, she bent back down, intending to get her clothes up from the floor. But she stopped at the sight of what looked like pink satin through the collar of her t-shirt. "What?" she asked out loud, staring at it. "That looks like..." She stopped, unable to say it. She reached downed and ran her hand over the pink cloth. "It can't be," she said. "Can it?"

Finally, with no other choice, she took the fabric in her hand and pulled it loose from the shirt. She held it up for a closer look, her eyes growing round in disbelief. In her hand was a pink satin nightie. The same pink satin nightie that she had been turned into.