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“John, no!” Marie playfully slapped away her husband’s hand as he lay in the bed next to her “I have to get this spell done in the next 20 minutes or I’m going to be late for my meeting!” she giggled and he ran his fingers up her thigh teasing her lightly.
Marie was in a worried state in the early morning, stressing over her meeting she had that day; in the moments of rushing about she spilt hot coffee over her brand new skirt that she brought just for this exact meeting causing a big stain right in the middle. She had a old towel in her hand and was planning on using her spell book to transform it into an exact replica, but John had another thing on his mind and was trying desperately to get it.
John smiled at her “You come bursting into the bedroom, waking me up in that sexy work blouse and thigh high stockings with no skirt on and expect me to just sit and watch?” he laughed as he watched her bite her lip in arousal, he knew he would was getting to her.
John then proceeded to lean over her stockings and begin to slowly kiss his way up her thigh, Marie let out a little moan in pleasure “If you don’t stop..ooh…ill turn you into the skirt instead” she giggled but John never stopped and continued slowly up to his goal, Marie quickly looked at her watch and shrugged “Ok, I have time for just a little” she blushed deeply “but first I need to sort this.
Marie picked up the towel and balanced the book on Johns back as she read from the page, Marie knew most of the incarnation off by heart, she didn’t want a repeat of last time when she was stuck in the ladies lavatory when her party dress reverted back to a skimpy satin nightdress due to a time limit, this time she wanted to make sure it stayed in the correct form forever.
She started to utter the spell, as she got closer to finishing it John got closer to his goal making Marie moan in between words but thankfully staying on track. As she was mid way through uttering the final sentence she held the towel tightly in her hand and pictured the skirt she wanted in her head but it all changed when John’s tongue finally danced over her clitoris rapidly.
Marie dropped the towel and grabbed Johns head, pushing it deeper into her as she said the final word with a loud moan; she threw her head back and lay down on the bed as John preformed brining her close to climax. For Marie It was absolute bliss, it felt as if John was caressing her entire lower half as he worked his magic on her privates, she threw her hands up to her head in a swift motion as the sensations brought her over the edge and into climax letting out a loud moan.
For John it was quite the opposite, he was enjoying pleasuring his wife until he felt himself starting to melt onto her, in a panic he tried to move away but found himself unable to with his face firmly planted in her crotch and his tongue still doing its dance, he felt his body tightly wrap around her causing him to hug her until an orgasm took over hitting both Marie and John simultaneously; with this John found himself severely limited in the ways we could move and started to panic.
Marie lay on the bed soaking in the afterglow of her orgasm, catching he breath she moaned John’s name as she reached out her hand to stroke his hair, which she assumed was still down by her privates but was shocked when she felt the fabric of a cotton skirt instead of his smooth hair. In an instant she bolted straight up and stared wide-eyed at the skirt she was now wearing “Oh god! John?!” she exclaimed as her vision darted between the towel next to her and her skirt
John started to settle when he heard his wife’s voice call out to him, in an attempted to communicate he hugged as tight as he could feeling himself constrict around her legs “Oh John..I didn’t mean for this to happen” she said as she tried to come to terms with what just happened, strings of words leaked from her mouth as he mind was baffled “The book..spell..towel? how could this happen!” she said as she slowly lifted her hand up and poked the skirt.
Marie looked over at the book, as she reached for it her eyes glanced at the alarm clock on the night stand “Damn it!” she shouted as she realised the time “I’m late!” she quickly stood up and patted down her freshly made skirt “Ill sort this soon I promise” she continued as she pulled the skirt into place “…that’s if I can” Marie said under her breath with a gulp remembering her original intentioned for the towel.