Editing Reailty Book 1, Chapter 1: Creating a Hottie

Editing Reality

Book One: Naughty Fantasies Created

Chapter One: Creating a Hottie

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

Note: Thanks to WRC 264 for beta reading this.

You summoned me, Most High?

Yes. Long have I been studying the Earth and… A malaise has settled upon me. A certain… boredom.

Boredom, Most High?

We need a game. A mortal… given free will.

A dangerous thing, Most High.

An interesting thing. How shall the mortal use their freedom?

I, of course, do not know, Most High. Isn’t that the paradox of it? The… unpredictability of it.

The entertainment of it.

Certainly, the Divine Council will enjoy witnessing this game, Most High. Who shall administrate it?

Anael, I think.

Ah, it’s to be that sort of game, Most High. Yes, yes, the Divine Council shall enjoy this greatly. Whom shall she choose?

Leave that to Anael. Her essence will guide her to the perfect mortal for our entertainment.

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Steve Davies

Wake up…

My phone beeped, startling me awake. My eyes popped open and stared at the alarm clock on my nightstand. The red, digital numerals showed I didn’t have to wake up just yet. I could sleep for just another fifteen minutes.

I groaned, my eyes feeling heavy. I shifted in my bed. My wife wasn’t in bed beside me. A light leaked through the door to our bathroom. I heard the faint hiss of the shower running. She normally didn’t get up before me. I blinked, rolling over onto my back, struggling to remember why she would be up so early.

Right.

She had a flight. I blinked groggy eyes, wanting to drift back into sleep, but my thoughts were circling the fact my wife would be gone for the weekend, visiting her friend from college. She did it four times a year. I enjoyed these free weekends. I got to enjoy a more… relaxed time—there wasn’t a list of chores for me to do—and she was always so affectionate when she returned.

The sex was always at its best.

I closed my eyes. The sound of the shower hissed louder. Though my eyes were tired, I couldn’t drift back to sleep. I felt wide awake. I drew in a deep breath. I didn’t have to get up just yet. I could sleep another…

I glanced at the clock.

Another ten minutes.

I sighed, staring at the digits. It wasn’t happening. Sleep wasn’t coming. I could feel it. I would just lie here, struggling to find it and not quite getting there. Worse, my bladder was full, that slow demand becoming more and more incessant with every moment.

Grunting, I kicked off the sheets and rolled out of bed. I blinked bleary eyes as my feet made contact with the carpet of the floor. I stood up and stretched, my back aching ever so slightly. I padded to the bathroom in my boxer shorts. I opened the door, a cloud of steam washing over me.

“Morning, Linda,” I said as I entered the warm haze.

“Good morning, honey,” Linda answered, her voice brimming with excitement.

She was a beige blur through the glass door of our shower. It was separated from our hot tub style bathtub. We had a large master bath, remodeled several years ago when we refinanced our house and took out a second mortgage.

“Excited for your flight?” I asked as I reached the toilet. I pulled out my cock, staring down at my dick thrusting from my dark-brown pubic hair.

“Yes,” she said, her voice husky. “I can’t wait to see Marissa. We’re going to see Penn & Teller.”

“I bet that’ll be fun,” I said as I relaxed my bladder.

We’d been married for twenty-two years, college sweethearts. Peeing around each other had long been something we’d grown used to doing. I groaned as it flowed out of me. I shuddered, my body tingling as it flowed out of me. There was nothing like a morning piss.

Only a morning blowjob topped it. I’d be getting one of those when Linda came back. She hated sucking my cock, except after returning from her trip with her friend when she was always at her most sexually adventurous.

“It’s going to be an amazing trip,” Linda said, the water turning off.

As I finished peeing, the shower door slid open. I glanced at her naked body as she stepped out. She kept herself in trim shape. At forty-three, she was looking amazing for a woman who had three children. Her large, pillowy breasts swayed as she stepped out onto the bathmat. Water ran across her dark-red nipples, both hard. My eyes flicked down her body, drinking in the sight of her curving hips, the brassy-brown bush standing out against her pale skin. She wore a smile, her green eyes twinkling. She pulled off her shower cap, her brassy hair spilling down her shoulder.

She hugged me, her naked body pressing against me, soaking me as she nuzzled against me. She was feeling frisky, her body squirming against me. Her lips found mine, hot and sweet. I gripped her ass, squeezing her plump butt-cheeks. My dick ached against her. She worked the front of my boxers.

I didn’t care.

She broke away from me. “Whoops, someone’s getting excited.”

“Yeah,” I panted, my heart thudding in my chest. I stroked up and down her rump.

“Oh, no, none of that,” she said. “Sorry, I need to get ready. I just couldn’t resist you. Mmm, you are looking good.”

I smiled. My wife had convinced me to start working out more, and I had shed a good twenty pounds. I hadn’t been this weight since my twenties. Her hands slid across my chest, feeling my pecs before she broke away from me.

“You are such a tease,” I groaned. “You’re going away for the weekend and leaving me like this.”

“I just want you affectionate when I return,” she said as she snagged a mauve towel. She rubbed it across her body, massaging those lush tits.

“Not afraid of sending me off to teach like this?” I asked.

She arched an eyebrow. “Are you creeping on those college girls you’re teaching?”

“I might if you leave me like this,” I groaned. I taught at Rainier Christian College, a private university. “Some of those girls are very un-Christian.”

“Mmm, I always had a thing for my sexy, male professors when I was that age,” she said, pulling out her makeup bag. “Maybe I should be worried.” She winked at me. “But… I have a plane to catch, so I’ll just have to risk it.”

“You are a cruel woman,” I groaned, my dick so hard as I opened the medicine cabinet above my sink (we had two of them). I snagged toothpaste and my toothbrush.

“I know,” she said, giving me a smile. “Trust me, I will make it up to you when I get back.”

I brushed my teeth then hopped into the shower. The alarm clock went off, beeping with those annoying tones. My wife sighed and scurried out to take care of it. I let the water wash over me. I took my time showering. The hot water heater was extra-strength. With three children, two of them girls, I wanted to make sure we had all the hot water in the world.

My wife was still putting on her makeup when I slipped out. I dried and dressed. She came out just as I was about to leave. She headed to her suitcase, slipped in a plastic bag full of her makeup into it, then zipped it up.

I headed downstairs, my house bustling as my children were getting up. I passed our son’s door and pounded on it. “Time to get up, James. Put down the pencil and come down for breakfast.”

I heard a youthful grunt.

I headed down stairs two at a time, my khaki slacks whisking together. I was tucking in my shirt as I went, my tie loose around my neck. I wouldn’t tighten it until I got to work. I hated wearing it, but Rainier Christian had a uniform for everyone involved, professors and other staff having to dress like they were going to church.

My eldest daughter Becky sat that the breakfast table, the twenty-year-old studying a textbook, her face pale, her auburn hair gathered in a braid. She was a busty girl, like her mother, though she hid it by wearing a blouse one or two sizes bigger than she needed. It was a white top, like all the girls wore at Rainier Christian, a gray sweater vest over it. Her skirt would be a matching gray, worn longer than most of the girls at the college. If I could see her legs, they’d be clad in pantyhose. She liked to dress old-fashion, a shy child.

“Hey, pumpkin,” I said.

She looked up at me and gave me a smile. Her green eyes shone. I still wasn’t used to her wearing contacts. She’d worn glasses since she was in the fourth grade. “Hey, Dad.”

“Ready for the weekend?”

She shrugged.

“Doing anything?”

“Maybe with Tonya,” she said. “But I have an English paper to write.”

I rolled my eyes. “You haven’t finished it?”

“I got half of it written,” she said as she closed the book.

I started breakfast, simple fried bacon and scrambled eggs. Normally, Linda did it. She was a mostly stay-at-home mom these days, only volunteering at Rainier Free Clinic a few days a week as a nurse to give herself something to do. With her trip, I could handle cooking.

“Daddy!” my youngest daughter squealed.

Eighteen-year-old Sam barreled into the kitchen, a skinny girl as tall as her brother. Her short, red hair bounced about her mischievous face as she darted towards me. I turned as she threw her arms around my neck. She was a daddy’s girl, always hanging around me.

As she came in for a kiss, my phone beeped in my pocket. The sound made my head turn just an inch. Her lips, instead of landing on my cheek, planted on my mouth. I blinked at the flare of heat shooting through me. My cock, still half-hard from my wife’s sultry kiss, went full mast as my daughter pressed against me in her school uniform. Sam didn’t immediately pull away, her lips lingering as my mind screamed at me that this had to stop.

Then she darted away. “Whoops, Daddy! I hope Mom didn’t see that. She’d be jealous.”

She broke away from me, a big grin on her face. She glanced over at Becky at the table. My eldest daughter cheeks were tinged red. She was staring down at her textbook, squirming. I blinked, my blood boiling. I stared at Sam as she broke away. She was slender, wearing her white blouse tucked into a pair of gray slacks that hugged her body.