[Patreon Exclusive] SWAPPED BY A GENIE: Chapter 1 (Patreon)

John Torrens was a humble man. He was a happy man. He was a motivated man. He was an expert guitar player. He was a successful executive at a major oil company. He was even an excellent chef, winning multiple awards at local cooking competitions. Amazing quality after amazing quality aside, I had always thought of John Torrens as a forgiving man.

I worked for Mr. Torrens for many years, and I screwed up many, many times, yet never once did Mr. Torrens ever punish me, discipline me or even sigh at my failures. I remember one day he came into work with a bruise on his face. I had asked him what had happened, and he simply smiled and said, “I was mugged in the alley on the way to work.”

Astonished, I said, “Mugged?! My God, are you okay? What did they take?” I couldn’t believe the genuine smile on John’s face.

“I’m okay. Just a few scrapes and bruises,” he said. “But they didn’t take anything.” As I stood there with an expression of shock, John explained to me that as the mugger was running away with his watch and wallet, John reached into his pocket and removed a hundred dollar bill and called to the mugger, “Here, take this!”

The mugger turned around, confused. “Why?” he asked.

“You need it, I don’t.” John Torrens placed the bill on the ground and began to walk away. “Just take it.”

The cautious mugger stood dumbfounded for a moment, and then hesitantly walked up to the bill. He looked down at it, and then back up at John, who was now standing at a safe distance away from the armed thug. Then, the mugger dropped John’s wallet and watch and ran away, empty-handed.

I tell this story, only because I want to make it very clear for the reader that John Torrens was not a vengeful person. He was not one to hold grudges or hurt another person.

As I mentioned before, John Torrens was a highly ranked executive with an oil company, MJL Oil and Gas. He was in charge of ensuring every department in the company was operating at maximum efficiency. John only answered to one person, Markus Larson.

Markus Larson was the CEO of MJL Oil and Gas. As a matter of fact, the company’s name was Markus Larson’s initials, the J standing for James. Markus Larson, unlike his right hand man, John Torrens, was an angry man. He was a spiteful man. He was a brooding man. He was the kind of man who took what he wanted, and always left a barren warpath on his way there. He was a short, stalky man. Despite being able to afford thousand dollar dinners each night, he chose to eat McDonalds (which he, of course, never picked up himself. His lowly assistant, whose name he didn’t even know did this chore). I’ve written enough now about Markus Larson, as he shall return to us later in this story.

Now I can begin to tell my story, which begins in the cozy home of John Torrens and his beautiful wife, Susan Torrens. John had packed his bags in a hurry, having been ordered on an emergency trip up north to Canada’s Northwest Territories by his boss, Markus Larson. John’s flight was scheduled to leave at eight at night, and the limousine was already en-route to his home, albeit late.

Susan Torrens was a lovely woman, but she was also very young compared to John. Married at eighteen, Susan was a mere twenty-four years old (compared to John’s forty-five years of age). She was still “trying to figure out what to do with her life”, as she put it. To be honest, with John’s money, she could have done absolutely nothing and lived a fine life. Being only twenty-four, Susan hadn’t yet developed that tough skin one needs in a relationship. She was far from independent and she generally got by with her beauty and in-general good looks. That said she was indeed a lovely woman, the kind that would give you the shirt off of her back if it were the last thing she owned. She was the kind of woman who would do anything for her husband.

And do anything for her husband, she did. She used the late limousine as an opportunity to get John off one last time before he left her for three weeks.

“Oh God, it’s so hard,” Susan said as she pulled her hand tightly up the length of John’s throbbing erection.

John bit his lip and inhaled a large breath of air. Susan’s stroking had gotten him long and hard. The mere feeling of the veiny ridges of his cock made her pussy begin to ooze warm juice into her tight panties.

Susan firmly pulled her fingers up over the tip of John’s bulbous dick. Her soft fingertip brushed up against the throbbing cock’s very tip, sending warm jolts of energy bursting through John’s whole body. He began to relax into the bed.

“Just like that,” John said as he revelled in the euphoria of his young wife’s hand job.

Susan increased her pace, maintaining her tight grip. She could feel the throbbing in John’s cock intensifying. A tiny drop of warm pre-cum dribbled out onto her hand.

Without warning, John reached over with his hand and grabbed on gently to the back of Susan’s head. He began to lead her down towards his massive erection. Susan couldn’t resist. The thick cock was sending young womanly hormones pumping like crazy throughout her body.

Slowly, she opened her mouth. The thick throbber pushed against her tight lips and began to spread them wide. Her body began to melt as the warm dick fell upon her wet tongue. John pushed Susan’s head down deep, sending the length of his massive shaft deep down his hot young wife’s throat. He ran his fingers through her soft blonde hair.

Susan began to massage the length of John’s member with her wet tongue and tight lips. She pulled up the entire length of the veiny rod and sunk back down until her throat wouldn’t allow her any further. After a few moments, she reintroduced her hand into the scene and began to simultaneously jack him off as she blew his dick.

John was getting close to cumming. His body relaxed further into the mattress.

Honk! Honk!

The limousine was out front of their house. John sat up swiftly and looked to the window.

“Shoot—I’ve got to go,” he said.

“Wait,” Susan said, using her free hand to push John back down.

Susan was determined to get her husband off one last time before he left for the north. She gripped tighter with her hand and began to stroke harder. Using the tip of her tongue, she tickled the tip of John’s cock. Immense pleasure was bursting through John’s body, as he became closer and closer to his climax.

Honk! Honk! Honk!

The limousine driver was growing impatient as they were already running late.

Squish! Squish! Squish!

Susan’s warm saliva gushed through her fingertips as she jerked the hard cock repeatedly up and down.

“Fuck—I’m going to cum,” John said as his cock began to bloat and fill with warm jizz.

Honk! Honk!

Squish! Squish! Squish! Squish!

“C’mon, baby! Cum for me,” Susan said, removing her lips from the ready-to-burst dick and looking up at her husband. “Cum right on my face. Cum on me! Do it!” Susan was desperate for the warm white cum.

Suddenly, John couldn’t hold any longer.

HONK!

John’s massive white, sticky load exploded all over Susan’s clean young face. Shot after shot fired forcefully into her soft lips and perfect skin. The immediate surprise of the burst made her flinch, but she took the load like a champion.

“Oh, shit,” said John as the final dribble of jizz oozed out the tip of his dick. “I gotta go.” John quickly rolled away from his beautiful cum dripping wife and pulled his pants up from his ankles.

He sprung to his feet, ran to the door where his suitcase was packed and waiting, and then turned back to his wife.

“I love you,” he said, smiling.

Susan smiled with cum on her lips. “I love you too,” she said.

Then, John Torrens left for a trip he would never forget.