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Time Change pt. 2
by Nomdreserv
Contact the author at Nomdreserv@phuze.com
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Karen imagined all kinds of scenarios for using the medallion as she drove home, involving all members of the threesome, and began to view the prospects of age regression with more excitement. She kept considering the prospect of regressing Bob in the middle of sex and giggled at the mental picture.
At home, she slipped her shoes off and got a glass of wine. Sitting down over the mail, however, she felt restless. Nothing bad - quite the opposite. She usually felt tired after the long work week and looked forward to relaxing on Friday evenings, but tonight felt surprisingly fresh and energetic. She felt like doing something...but not cooking, she realized as she looked around the kitchen. What she really wanted was to go out again someplace. It was Friday night and time to party.
When her husband, Bob, arrived home, he was surprised to find Karen in a short, colorful print dress and ankle strap sandals, quite different from her usual 'thank God the week's over' casual clothes. She ran up, eager and smiling.
'You look great,' he offered, commenting more on her glowing face and lustrous hair than her outfit.
'I feel great,' she returned. 'Let's go out.'
He sagged tiredly. 'Out? Where?'
'Anywhere. I want to get out,' she said decisively. 'Dinner first - how about Marcello's?' He nodded uncertainly, still not entirely resigned to her plan. 'Then maybe...oh, I don't know. I feel like dancing. How about that new place by the college?'
'The Mason Jar?' He was surprised, not just at the prospect of late night partying but by her choice. 'I sorta figured that was for the college crowd.'
'Oh, let's try it. We're not THAT old!' She laughed, but admitted to herself that Bob looked a little tired and wan tonight. 'Come on,' she cajoled. 'I really feel like getting out. It's the weekend.' She changed to a pout. 'We used to party Friday nights.'
'That was before 60 hour work weeks,' he said wearily.
'Please?' A sly look stole across her face, and she began to caress his crotch. 'I can almost guarantee a good time.'
Like most men, Bob became remarkably compliant with such persuasion.
'Let me put on something more casual,' he agreed with a smile.
She jumped and clapped her hands in triumph.
'Boy, you're feeling energetic tonight,' he commented in wonder, before disappearing upstairs to change. 'Be sure to save some of that for later tonight,' he called back.
Karen danced a few steps, happy at convincing him and eager to start her weekend celebrations. She also shook her head: sometimes Bob just seemed a little...reserved? cautious...old? She laughed at the last thought - must have age on the mind after seeing that medallion work. Oh, well.
They had a nice dinner, and Bob relaxed more, beginning to feel more enthusiasm for the evening, especially with Karen bubbling happily if a bit restlessly. She really lit up when they reached the club. His suspicions about the mostly college age (or less) crowd were confirmed, but they weren't the oldest people there, so he felt better. It still felt funny moving among so many 17 to 21 year olds, especially when Karen tried to get him to dance. She moved well, fitting in nicely with the younger kids, but he felt a bit awkward and was glad when they took a refreshment break.
Karen got a surprise when she went up to the bar for a wine cooler or 'something fizzy' and was asked for ID.
'You're carding me?' she asked, incredulous but secretly flattered.
'Sorry, miss...I mean, ma'am,' the bartender added after checking her driver's license. 'You look pretty young, and we get a lot of college and underage kids in here. We gotta be careful.'
'Can you believe that?' she commented, returning to Bob with her drink and sipping it a little too fast. 'Like, I haven't been carded in years.'
'You could pass for college age,' he said appraisingly. 'Must be nice.' He noticed she looked closer to 20 than 30, and wondered briefly at it. Maybe the surroundings? Maybe something about her clothes? Though, to be honest, her dress with its more mature style was the only thing that distinguished her from the milling college girls in their more casual wear. He smiled at her, then leered.
'Not that there's anything wrong with having a younger wife.'
'Oh?' she said in mock outrage. 'You like younger women? And suppose I decide I like younger men?' She was laughing inside. Wait until they had a chance to play with Lisa's medallion - she would really show him what 'younger' could mean.
'Sorry,' he replied, clasping her in an embrace. 'You're stuck with me.'
She pushed him away, laughing but looking around nervously. 'Not here. Too many people are looking. Later. Come on, dance with me again.'
He moved back into the dance crowd with her, a bit surprised at her apparent nervousness over a simple public embrace. He forgot about it as he tried to keep up with her moves.
Karen never finished the rest of her drink, since she was actually feeling a wee bit tipsy (as she admitted with a giggle). This surprised her since she'd only had a couple of glasses of wine earlier, an amount quite normal for her. She didn't care though: she was in a crowd, having fun, and had actually got Bob to dance (no mean accomplishment).
By midnight, she was still laughing and feeling marvelous, but Bob had enough.
'Look,' he reasoned, 'people are heading out, they close in less than an hour, and I'm tired.' He was amazed at how fresh her face still looked - if anything, her skin and hair shone more than they had earlier. He also wondered if she had lightened her hair - it looked redder in this light.
She smiled crookedly, obviously a bit drunk despite no additional alcohol after her carding episode, and rubbed him discreetly.
'I know what you want,' she said knowingly. She stretched to nibble his ear, then wheezed into it. 'I'm horny, too. Let's go home.'
He gladly escorted her out and into their car. While he drove, she reached over and began fondling his crotch through his pants. His cock quickly responded, though he was again surprised at her actions, especially given her shyness earlier. Maybe the alcohol accounted for her sudden eagerness. This kind of petting reminded him of fooling around in his post grad days, but he wasn't about to complain now any more than he had then.
At home, Karen giggled as she stumbled out of her clothes, her dress slipping off easily (yes, a bit too easily if she had been paying attention). Bob admired her trim figure while she undressed, wondering if she had lost weight. He also immediately wondered if it could mean she had taken a shrinking potion, especially since Lisa had surprised them the first time with one billed as a weight loss product, but was (somewhat) relieved to find her the same relative height when she sashayed over after stripping to underwear to plant a sloppy but passionate kiss on his lips. He shucked his clothes while watching her remove her bra. Her breasts stood out, firm and upright, and he again briefly thought she must have lost weight since they normally drooped and were a bit larger (not that there's anything wrong with that), but soon forgot about it as she shimmied out of her panties and jumped, giggling, into bed.
Finally naked himself, he joined her. Her hands immediately began stroking him to full hardness, and she seemed unusually eager to proceed, her eyes sparkling and lustful as she gazed at his naked body. In no time, she was riding him to orgasm, an especially loud one, more vocal and overwhelming than usual, as though they hadn't made love for a long time. Pausing briefly to enjoy and recuperate, she then rolled off and lay on her back, inviting him on top of her - an invitation he lost no time in accepting. This felt particularly satisfying and wonderful to her, as though some undefined need had finally been fulfilled, and she climaxed again as she felt him erupt. Afterwards, as they drifted into sleep through a pleasant, post-sexual haze, she felt especially happy and content, the sort of feeling she remembered from first sex when really in love.
When Karen awoke the next morning, she started and her eyes flew open, nearly screaming to find a man sleeping in bed next to her. She scrambled up in bed, small breasts heaving, and suddenly realized they were naked as well. This was too much and she let loose with a brief, interrupted shriek.
'EEEeeee....oh,' she cut off, as her mind finally clicked. What was the matter with her? Of course Bob would be sleeping with her, and naturally they were naked since...
She inexplicably blushed at the remembrance of sex. Bob had stirred and jumped at her outcry, but was still squinting about foggily, being a heavy sleeper and not yet fully sure what had woken him.
'Wha....whassamatter?'
'Nothing. Sorry,' she apologized, then frowned. Her voice didn't sound right: it seemed higher. Worried, she climbed out of bed. That was a relief - everything looked about normal size. She had almost been afraid she was shrinking without a potion.
She cleared her throat, patted Bob to reassure him, and walked into the bathroom. After relieving herself, she stretched and started to walk back, catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She froze. A sixteen year old girl stared back at her in shock.
continued in Time Change pt. 3
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