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This wasn’t how I expected my Morning to go. Usually, after a night with Charlotte, I come home to my wife and watch some TV before heading to bed. Kiera would snuggle up to me, but turn away as soon as my hands began to wander. But last night I fell unconscious just as I was about to cum. Now, I’m laying in Charlotte’s bed, cupping her tits in shock. Somehow, I have become my own Mistress.
The only person I could think of was my wife. If anyone knew how to do this to me, it was her. Kiera had an obsession with the occult and black magic. She even went as far as making a business out of selling rare Asian artifacts, artifacts said to possess magical powers. It would seem that after years of collecting and dealing with these artifacts, she finally found one that works. She must have found out about Charlotte and decided this was a fitting punishment. I had no choice but to get dressed and to find Kiera.
Charlotte didn’t have much in terms of modest clothing. This outfit was about the best I could hope to find and I still felt so vulnerable, so on show. These huge tits were impossible to ignore on my walk over to my Wife’s shop. They bounced with every step and threatened to put me off balance on more than one occasion. But it was nothing compared to the feeling between my legs. Charlotte was always a very sexual person and now I knew why. Her body craved attention. By the time I reached Kiera’s shop, I could feel a dampness in my panties.
Thankfully, the shop was empty. Not many people were interested in costly relics, which gave me time to compose myself and collect my thoughts. If I was in Charlotte’s body, then maybe she was wandering around as me. Or maybe this was a possession and Charlotte was watching helplessly as I piloted her body. Or maybe-
“Can I help you, Miss?”
And suddenly I was face to face with my wife. She was using her customer service voice, which probably meant she didn’t recognise me, or rather Charlotte. I suppose she could have found out about the affair but not who I was cheating on her with. For now, it was best to keep it to myself.
“Oh, hi!” I smiled. “I was just passing through and saw this lovely shop. You must be the owner.”
“Kiera Will.”
“Nice to meet you, I’m-“ What if she knew Charlotte’s name? “I’m Heather! This really is a wonderful little place. Can you tell me a little more about some of the items?”
Her face lit up. I must have been her first interested customer in quite a while. As she took me on a tour of her shop, I tried to see if anything stood out; maybe a two headed idol, or some sort of magic scroll. Kiera explained the history of every object I looked at as well as the supposed powers they possessed.
“So these are magic?” I probed.
She laughed. “Of course not. But that doesn’t stop rumours from spreading.” Her laugh subsided, before she sighed. “My Husband thinks they’re magical too. I could never explain it to him, not that he even took the time to listen!”
This was one of those girl-to-girl, heart-to-heart moments. I wasn’t entirely sure what to say in response. Gingerly, I placed my hand on her shoulder as a means to comfort her. She looked slightly alarmed and confused by this gesture, so I pulled back. But then, she surprised us both by grabbing my hand and pulling me in.
We were kissing, something that wasn’t too rare aside from the fact I had the body of my Mistress. Kiera was all over me, her hands exploring a body I hadn’t dare touch since last night, when it wasn’t my own. Sure, I got dressed, but this was far more intimate and passionate. I don’t know what’s gotten into my Wife, but Charlotte’s body loves it.
Her tongue invaded my mouth, as her hand squeezed my breast. A noise fell from my lips that could be best described as a whimper. I was getting wet again, but now apparently, I wasn’t alone. Kiera made a noise similar to mine, before taking my hand and guiding it to her chest.
“I don’t usually do this with clients…” She breathed, pulling me in for another kiss. “But I can’t resist. You’re so fucking hot!”
She began frantically removing her clothes, driven by desires I had never seen in her before. Was my Wife a closeted lesbian? Was this why she had no interest in me sexually? I should really stop this, but she’s gotten me so worked up that I can’t stand it anymore.
Kiera was naked as I still struggled with Charlotte’s clothes. It was a nightmare putting these damn things on, but how do you expect someone to escape a bra under pressure? Thankfully, Kiera was impatient and decided to take over. The area of the shop we were in couldn’t be seen from the front window, but the only thing stopping someone from walking in on us were the eye-watering price tags on display. The thrill of maybe getting caught seemed to only encourage us further.
As my Wife dropped to her knees, I momentarily forgot I lacked to equipment to receive a blowjob. My sudden disappointment was short-lived, however, when her tongue ran against the folds of Charlotte’s pussy. I don’t know if all women are this sensitive, but it was as though I could feel her tongue run up my spine and through every nerve of my body. I was shaking with pleasure and we had barely begun. My male instinct to hold off from cumming didn’t kick in and I was moaning loudly as Kiera plunged inside with her tongue. And unlike my many orgasms before, I didn’t feel like I had reached the finish line and would need a lie down.
The post-orgasm haze took some effort to fight through, but I felt invigorated. Part of me wanted to see how many I could have, but it was rarer than rare to have this experience with my Wife. Even if I lacked the equipment I wanted, I could still make love to her in a way. I took her hand and made her lay on the desk. She had a hunger in her eyes. I wanted to feed that hunger more than anything.
She shuddered as I began to return the favour. This wasn’t exactly my area of expertise, but I was more than happy to do it. But now that I had first hand experience, I felt a lot more confident in my movements. I ran my tongue up against her, then sucked gently, then teased her clit. Now, knowing what all the fuss was about, I refrained from focusing all my attention on that sweet spot. It was far more sensitive than I ever imagined and needed to be treated with respect.
“Oh my gooood!” She cried, knees clamping against the sides of my face like a vice.
That was a sign, but she wasn’t quite there yet. It meant she wanted more of what I was doing. No variance, no increase in pace. She knew what her body craved and it was like I now possessed to map to navigate her where she needed to go. Only a couple minutes later, she was gasping for breath on the edge of her desk, a wide smile on her face.
I also couldn’t help but smile. It was by far the greatest sex Kiera and I have ever had and rivalled sex with Charlotte. I suppose that makes sense, given Charlotte was technically still involved. Which reminds me, my Wife just had an affair with my Mistress. It would be beyond hypocritical if I judged her for it, and yet this definitely wasn’t like her.
She slumped out to the front of the store, having gotten dressed far quicker than I could hope to. Anyone looking at her would see the same woman, but she was completely different. Less tense, less focused. Seems all she needed to reawaken her sexual spark was a lesbian trist with Charlotte.
I, on the other hand, still had no answers and no clues as to what the hell happened to me last night. One thing was certain though… Kiera had nothing to do with it.