John and Rachel wavered a bit as they made their way up the walkway to their front door. It had been ages since they’d had a night out like this, so they’d gone a little overboard. John had scored them tickets to a magic show at a local club, and they’d each gone way over the two drink minimum while watching. Rachel had clearly enjoyed the show, but John hadn’t stopped raving about it since it had ended.


“I can’t believe it. I wouldn’t believe it if I didn’t see it. But magic is real. It’s really real,” he said, doing battle with his keys until he managed to unlock the door in his inebriated state.


She snorted derisively, pushing past him through the door and leaning heavily on the railing for the stairs.


“It was a fun show,” she whispered, wary that she might wake the kids. “But we both know magic isn’t real. He didn’t do anything miraculous.”


“What? How could you say that! You volunteered. He froze you in place and twisted you all around!” John said quietly, creeping along behind her.


“Sure. You keep saying that. But near as I can tell the best trick of the night was when he got me up on stage, then snapped his fingers and I was facing the other way. There wasn’t anything magic. It was probably… I don’t know, a turntable or something.”


“You don’t remember it because you were frozen with his magic. It’s real. Trust me.”


The pair reached their bedroom without tripping over their own feet, though just barely, and started to strip down. One of the things John loved about Rachel was how free she was with her body. She slept nude, and encouraged him to do the same. Sliding into the satin sheets each night and cuddling up against her gorgeous body was always the highlight of his day.


“I trust you for all sorts of things, but if you’re trying to convince me magic is real, I’m gonna kinda need proof.”


“Well I can’t…” He paused, glancing aside. “Wait, wait… He did that whole magic wand thing… and then he said every time you hear the magic phrase, you’ll freeze and stuff… and… if you hear the other phrase you’ll unfreeze… But I don’t think he said the phrases would stop working. What was it… Preskitero?”


The moment the syllables left his lips, a strange, glassy look came to his wife’s eyes. They stared straight ahead, locked in place. Her whole body was still, frozen in position as she knelt on the edge of the bed, getting ready to slide under the covers.


“No way…” he murmured, waving his hand in front of her. “It even works for me!”


He stepped up to her and grabbed her by the shoulders, tipping her up onto the one fully extended leg. With both hands on her shoulders, he didn’t have one to spare to fix her leg position so she could stand on her own, so he stepped forward and wrapped one leg around her thigh to push her leg down with his foot. Doing so brushed his junk against her other thigh, and brought him close enough for her breasts to press against his chest.


A drunken grin came to his face and he leaned into her, pulling him closer and kissing her on the lips. There was an odd thrill to it, feeling her body against his, warm and alive but perfectly motionless. He lowered her to the bed and kissed his way down her body, sampling her breasts and her midriff before gently spreading her legs. He placed a hand behind each knee and looked down at her vacant expression, watching as the legs effortlessly folded. His wife was no contortionist. That was what had amazed him so much about what the magician had achieved, effortlessly pushing her body to extremes. John couldn’t help but see if he could achieve the same. He leaned down, folding the legs until her knees touched the bed. When he released his hands, the legs didn’t bounce back so much as an inch. He ran his hands down the warm thighs, then up along her body again, giving each breast a loving grope before pulling her arms forward, curling her in on herself.


Again, there was not a hint of resistance, and with a few deft folds, her legs were hooked under her arms and her arms were curled around her own ass, pretzeling her like she was a plaything. For a moment, he admired his handiwork, playfully nudging her face such that she nestled her nose in her own slit. He almost wished he could wake her up to see just what sort of things the magic had allowed her to do–or allowed him to do to her–but there was so much more fun to be had before then.


He knelt on the bed before her and gently tugged her hair, raising her face again. Exploring the new abilities of his lover had been unbearably arousing. He was throbbing, achingly ready for what came next. He reached down, sinking his fingers into the pliable flesh of his wife’s compact body, and eased her closer. He shivered as he felt himself slide into her pussy. She may have been frozen solid, but it was just as warm and tight as it had ever been. With slow, tentative thrusts, he started to work himself into her, plunging in and out as her folded up body obligingly squeezed and caressed his length. It was exquisite. Hot, slick, tight… But he could do better.


Once he’d humped her until his shaft was good and slick with her juices, he pulled out and eased her head just a little bit lower, teasing his tip against her lips before driving himself hilt-deep into her throat. He growled with pleasure, driving himself into her throat harder and harder, feeling his balls slap against her chin. It was tempting to keep thrusting until he blew his load down her throat, but he knew eventually he’d have to change her back, so he wanted to make this moment last. He tugged free, his tip popping from her lips, then drove himself into her sex again. For ten minutes he kept himself at the cusp of climax, alternating between the mouth and pussy that were so conveniently close to each other. When the time came and he could no longer hold himself back, he slipped out of her sex and slammed himself into her mouth, shooting hot jets down her throat until he finally let his softening prick slide from her lips.


Sweaty and panting, he reluctantly uncurled her body, straightening it and spreading it on the sheets before whispering “Kitipresko.”


His wife’s eyes fluttered. After a disoriented glance around, she focused on him.


“What was I saying?” she mused. “Oh, right. Magic. Frankly I’m surprised that you could be so childish to believe in such a thing.”


She smacked her tongue and wiped her mouth, then shifted her thighs a bit, pulling the covers over her.


“I really shouldn’t drink so much. Whatever those last few drinks were, they put a terrible taste in my mouth. I do like the way it makes me feel, though. Sort of that warm, tired, kind of sore feeling, you know? Afterglow… Like I just made love. I guess you take the good with the bad after a night of drinking.”


She leaned toward him and kissed him on the cheek.


“Good night, honey. Try not to spend all night dreaming about silly little things like magic being real, huh?”


He grinned as he cuddled up beside her.


“I’ll try, honey. I’ll try.”


~~~
That Friday, after the kids left for a weekend at their grandparents’ place, John decided to invite a couple of coworkers over, Mark and Richard. The trio had a semi-regular poker game, and whenever the kids were away, he liked to host.


“Honey! Your friends just pulled into the driveway!” Rachel called.


“Can you get the door? I’m just setting up the poker table!” he replied.


“I can’t! I’m trying on that new dress you bought me!”


His eyes lit up. They’d gone on a little shopping spree after John’s discovery. Now that he knew how much fun could be had by uttering a simple word, he kind of wanted to indulge her in all sorts of new outfits. She was a little curious why he was suddenly so generous, but she was never one to pass up a nice new outfit.


At the prospect of seeing her decked out in the new clothes, he almost wanted to call off the game and kick the weekend off with a different sort of fun, but it was too late for that. He jogged to the door and greeted his friends. One had a case of beer, the other a bag of snacks.
“Richard! Mark! Come on in. Everything’s all set,” John said.


“I hope you’re ready to lose some money,” Mark said. “I’m feeling hot today.”


“Yeah, right. You can’t bluff to save your life,” Richard jabbed.


“Gee, that’s funny. I’m pretty sure I was the one who cleaned both of you guys out last time,” John said.


“Don’t get used to it,” Richard said.


They took their seats and John dealt the first hand. By the time they were on their third hand of the night, the beers had been flowing, the cigars had been lit, and the friends were laughing through the usual trash talk and ball-busting.


“Okay. Opening bid is… Holy hell…” Mark murmured.


John looked up to see him gazing toward the stairs. Richard was doing the same, a grin on his lips. When John turned, he instantly knew why. His wife was at the bottom of the stairs, practically prancing toward them in one of the new outfits. It was a short black dress that hugged her curves almost scandalously well. Rachel was gorgeous from head to toe, but the thing that really set her apart was her ass. Pert, plump, and shapely. The dress barely managed to conceal it, instead wrapping it tightly enough to leave nothing to the imagination.


“Looking good, Rachel,” said Mark.


“Hot damn,” said Richard.


“Oh, you boys,” she said with a sly grin, turning around and smoothing it down against her thighs. “You’re sure it’s not too much?”


“No such thing as too much,” Richard said. “How about you give us a little spin, so we can see the whole thing.”


She giggled and strutted toward them in her best approximation of a runway model, striking a pose and turning to march back for a second pass. Her body was mouthwatering. Watching her move like that set John’s mind on fire. His imagination started painting increasingly vivid pictures of what he should do with her when he finally got her alone. Suddenly, he remembered the new tool in his belt that had made his evenings so much more experimental with her lately.


“Oh, guys, check this out!” John said.


She stopped and put a hand on her hip. “You’re not going to bore them with that silly magic nonsense you’ve been so–”
“Preskitero!” he said.


She became perfectly still, her expression blank save for a vacant smile.


“Isn’t that great! I can completely freeze her with a single word.”


The pair of co-workers gave him a doubtful look.


“Seriously, dude? You expect us to believe that?” Mark said.


“She’s just standing still! What is this, a prank?”


“No, no, man. A magician enchanted her or something. She can flex all which ways, crazy extreme positions and stuff, and she doesn’t feel a thing, and doesn’t even know it’s happening.”


“Sure…” Mark said doubtfully.


“You don’t believe me? Watch this.”


He grabbed her by the waist and picked her up, turning her to stand facing away from them, providing a lovely view of that perfect ass. Then, with about as much effort as it takes to adjust a vase, he twisted her head to face them again. It easily rotated until it was perfectly reversed. No crackle of straining joints, no grunt of discomfort. Her expression didn’t even change.


“What!? That’s nuts!” Richard said.


“How is that possible,” Mark said.


“Magic! And all I have to do is put her back to normal and say another magic word to snap her out of it,” John said.


He reached up to twist her head back, but Richard spoke up.


“Wait! Wait. You’re… you said she doesn’t know it’s happening, right?” he said.


“Right. It’s like her mind is completely blank until I change her back,” John said.


Richard shifted in his chair, clearly squirming to avoid showing the bulge that had developed in his pants at the mere thought of what he was about to say.


“You don’t suppose you could… You know. Let us get a look at her,” he said.


“Wait…” John said. “You mean naked?”


“Yeah man. She’s hot! And if she won’t remember, what’s the harm?” Richard said.


“I wouldn’t mind seeing that ass in all its glory,” Mark agreed.


John’s first impulse was to immediately refuse. But the more he considered the request, the more it sent little bolts of taboo thrill through him. His wife standing there, completely frozen, while his friends ogled her magnificent body. It was a heady cocktail. The pride of his wife being the object of their desire. The thought that she was so fully in his control that he could present her like the work of art she was…


“Okay, listen. I’ll let you see her, but you have to promise not to say a word about it when I snap her out of it.”


They vigorously agreed. Before he could change his mind he slid the zipper down and glided his hands down his wife’s arms, guiding the snug dress to the floor. It was no surprise to find she wasn’t wearing anything under the dress. It was tight enough that even the skimpiest of underthings would have been visible. Mark and Richard’s gaze slid up and down her body, marveling at the dimpled cheeks of her plump, perfect ass, all while her reversed head continued to stare with its empty-headed grin.


“You are a lucky man…” Richard said, standing up to pace around her body to admire it from all angles.


“You think that’s good? Check what I can do while she’s like this.”


He reached up and righted her head, then gently took the back of her neck in his hand and guided her downward, bending her at the waist. Just like before, he was able to fold her fully in half, such that she was now staring back at them from between her calves, hair dangling to brush the ground. The position spread her cheeks, giving them each a glimpse of the tight pink pucker beneath. But he didn’t stop there. He swung her through her legs, then slapped his hands onto her ass, jiggling it a few times before tugging it down to bend her knees. In a bit of now-quite-familiar human origami, he pretzeled up his wife into a tight little bundle on the floor, spinning her so that her now wide spread ass was visibly just a few inches from her cute little nose.


“One little word and she’s my toy. And let me tell you, she’s fun.”  


Mark licked his lips and swallowed hard.


“Looks like she’d, uh… make a pretty good centerpiece,” he said.


“Damn right she would,” Richard said. “Let’s get her on the table.”


The three of them lifted her compact little frame and plopped her down on the pile of poker chips, then each tok a seat. Mark reached out and gave her ass a smack, causing her to twirl a few turns like he was playing a very sexy variation of the game spin the bottle.


“I guess there’s no harm in keeping her hre for a little while to keep us company,” John said. “Isn’t that right honey?”


He leaned forward and kissed her on the nose, then nudged her face down to bury her face in her own slit. The group returned to their game, though mostly they were drinking and ogling the exquisite and remarkable thing on the table between them. John had made his wife into a veritable sculpture. When a few more rounds of drinks had come and gone, John tried his best to get the game back on its feet.


“Whose turn was it to deal?” he said, shuffling the deck.


There was no immediate answer. When he looked up, he saw his friends leaning aside to one another, whispering. All the while, they kept their eyes locked on his doll of a wife. Mark reached out and nudged her, spinning her to face them. He squinted and bit his lip. The coworkers gave each other one last knowing glance, then looked at John.


“You, uh… you’re sure she can’t remember what happens to her when she’s like this?” Richard said.


“Positive.”


“So if… if we were to pay you… I don’t know… Do you think we could…” Mark began.


“We want to fuck your wife,” Richard said bluntly.


John’s jaw dropped.


“Guys. Getting a look at her ass is one thing, but this is my wife!” John said.


“Like this, she’s really more of a toy, right?” Mark said.


“What kind of a guy doesn’t share his toys?” Richard said with a nod.


“But I…” John trailed off.


Now it was his turn to squirm in his seat. There was an undeniable thrill to having his wife become little more than an object whenever he chose. And the thought of seeing her passed between his two friends…


“How much?” John said.


“Five grand,” Richard said.


“Deal. On three conditions. You be gentle with her. Treat her with kid gloves, you got me?”


“Of course! I don’t want to break my buddy’s toy,” Richard said.


“You clean her up when we’re done,” John continued.


“Done,” Mark said.


“And no one ever, ever finds out,” said John.


The pair transferred the money. The moment it appeared in his account, John nodded and Mark and Richard started to strip.


“You want to get in on this? She’s your wife,” Mark asked.


“I don’t know if I want sloppy thirds,” John said.


“Let’s move her to the couch,” Richard said.


The three of them grabbed her curled up body, blank stare and empty grin still plastered on her face as she remained utterly vacant. Mark had her head firmly in his grasp while Richard held her plump, perfect ass. In his eagerness to get started, Mark was practically hauling her forward, pulling harder and harder as the mildly inebriated Richard tried to keep his promise to treat her gently. The result was a head that was being pulled harder and harder until Mark, coping with a few too many drinks himself, stumbled backward onto the couch.


*SPLOP*


He landed hard. Everyone froze, eyes wide as they realized that when Mark had fallen back, Rachel’s head had gone with him. A neat, smooth patch of skin covered both sides of where the neck had been removed.


“You didn’t… she isn’t…” John uttered.


“It was a mistake dude! I didn’t mean to break her,” Mark said.


“She’s not bleeding,” Richard said steadily. “Her face didn’t change. Was this part of that trick too?”


“The magician didn’t do it on stage,” John said, inspecting the ‘injury’ and slowly starting to calm. “Give me the head.”


Mark obliged. John carefully aligned it with the neck and pressed it in place. It stuck, no sign that it had ever been removed.


“I think… I think we’re good,” John said.


Mark wiped some nervous sweat from his head. “Good… but you do realize we’re going to have to see how far this can go, right?”


“Hey, man. I said be gentle,” John said.


“She didn’t get hurt. That means this counts as gentle, doesn’t it? So long as we put things back where we found them when we’re done.”


John hesitated, but not nearly as long as he expected himself to hesitate. Already his mind was fixating on how oddly powerful it felt to be holding his wife’s head in his hands while his friend cradled her ass a few steps away. This… this had possibilities.


That he didn’t forbid them from moving forward was all the green light his coworkers needed. Like excited kids with a fallen pinata, they pulled her a part, scrabbling for their favorite bits. The legs were popped free like a wishbone. While John groped his wife’s tits, Richard sunk his fingers into her ass cheeks and yanked until she popped apart at the midriff. A twist and turn neatly popped her head off again. The arms were pulled free and tossed atop the legs in a disorderly pile on the floor. There was little pleasure to be had in them, so they were more trouble than they were worth.


John settled onto the couch, boobs and upper torso in hand. He pressed the tits together and started to slowly stroke himself with her cleavage. Richard kept the pelvis, pussy and ass both his to explore. He teased her sex open with his thumbs, offering a gentle lick to make sure it was properly lubed, then eased his dick inside, grunting with pleasure as it seemed to squeeze firmly around him. Mark, head in hand, poked his tip at her lips until they spread enough for him to work his dick in to grind against her tongue.
~~~


For nearly an hour, the three of them indulged in his wife’s body. Every few minutes, John had to remind them to take it easy, as both Mark and Richard had a tendency to steadily ramp up their intensity until it was well past the agreed upon “gentle.” But the more drinks that flowed, the longer it took for John to correct them. Finally, a long, grating snore was the only sound coming from their friend.


“Dude,” Richard said. “I think John passed out.”


“He was always kind of a light weight,” Mark shrugged, and looked at the disembodied head with his cock nestled in its mouth. “Well. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”
Mark shifted his grip, from cradling the head on either side to holding two clumps of hair like handlebars. He hauled at her hair, driving his full shaft down her throat until it visibly bulged. He yanked her off and thrust down her throat again, pistoning into the hot, tight toy he’d rented for the night with lewd, moist squelches. He flipped the head upside down so the balls were slapping against her face instead of her chin, the better to see how much he was stretching the throat with each thrust.


Richard dropped the pussy and ass on the couch and knelt behind them. Pressing down with all his weight to keep it steady, he thrust into her tight ass and huddled over it, humping it like he was an animal.


“This thing is so tight,” he growled. “If I’d known we’d get a chance to use our buddy’s wife like this, I’d’ve started coming to these poker nights months ago.”


“Dude, it’s not his wife. Maybe it was before, but right now his wife is our fuck toy. And we paid good money for it, so I’m using every piece.”


Mark drove himself hilt deep and shuddered as he shot his load down her throat. When the tight throat had milked him dry, he slid himself free and the head on the couch and pried the mouth open. A tug extended the tongue. Since he couldn’t screw her until he recovered, he spread his cheeks and sat on her face, swiveling his hips to grind her tongue on his anus. For lack of a better game to play with this little play-set, he reached down and twisted one of the feet off its leg so he could suck on the toes.


Richard felt himself about to cum. He quickly yanked himself out of her ass and impaled her pussy. He pumped her full of hot jets, then turned and flopped on the couch. He raised the perfect cheeks to his face and started giving the tight pucker the same thorough rimming that the head was giving Mark’s ass.


“I gotta get one of these,” Mark said, reaching back to hold her head so he could grind a little harder against the warm tongue. “You think he’d notice if I just kept it. This is a damn good toy.”


“If I had a sweet piece of ass like this to play with whenever I wanted, I wouldn’t give it up,” Richard said.


“Worth every penny just to have our turn with it. But I’ll be damned if I’m going to just trust my drunken brain to record this. Gimme my phone. I need some souvenirs of the time we made a pile of fuck-toys out of that sweet body…”


~~~
John groaned and shook his head, slowly awakening. His wife’s rack was still cradling his cock, but for now he decided that could wait. He set it on the couch beside him to survey the state of the house. Both of his friends were unconscious on the couch, naked and spent. His wife was in considerably more pieces than he’d left her. Her left arm had lost a hand, which was currently wrapped around Mark’s cock. Each of them had taken a thigh to use as a pillow. It took him a minute or two to find most of the other parts. The last of them were the head and pelvis. They were wedged in the reclining chair. Her face was buried in her own ass, pressed so tight her nose must have been deep in her anus. One of her hands was knuckle deep in her pussy, and the whole collection was glazed with cum to the point it looked like a cinnamon roll.


He shook his head and grumbled. This was Mark and Richard’s puzzle to reassemble. But as he gazed at the lovely pair of tits waiting for him to indulge in again, he couldn’t help but ponder the sort of fun new uses he’d have for his wonderful little toy…