As I turned around from this action I found myself facing my wife, who also smelled strongly of alcohol. She had a drunken smile on her face and with ...er right hand she reached out and grabbed my dick, which was still flapping in the breeze."Hey, baby," she said, caressing me. "Glad you're up. I need some of this." I have to get up for work in three hours," I told her, though I was stiffening at her touch anyway."Wrong," she said, starting to jack me now. "You have to 'get up' for work now. I. And she does, she quickly removes her panties. She starts to toss them on the floor, but I stop her. “No, hand them to me.”She does, and I stand from the bed. “These are mine now. To keep, to remind me of the time the slut fucked me after my show. She nods, as I put them in my pocket, then trembling says, “But we haven’t fucked.”“No,” I reply, undressing completely, “But we are going to.”I return to the bed and without preamble slide my huge cock deep inside her wet cunt. SO slick, so. You couldn’tenjoy a meal or a few beers without his mumblings and warnings always popping up; just likethe mysterious ghosts. I’d end up asking him to tell me what happened and we’d end up arguingbecause he wouldn’t give the details. It was just so damn annoying.Our last conversation nearly ended in a brawl, hence, the dare. He dared me to go and seefor myself, but I wasn’t about to waste a Friday night without getting something in return. I’dwanted to date his ex-girlfriend ever since I first. G answered."And..." I looked down at myself with a frown, feeling incrediblyembarrassed. "Um," I blushed, "will being... pregnant effect this?"Ms. G looked a little surprised but shook her head. "No... it will not."She sighed. "The other visitor is desperate to return to his home world.If becoming a pregnant mermaid is the only way... he will adapt."I gulped, glancing over at Streak who was watching curiously, with afaint smile. I suspected that she was just glad to get rid of me... andher.