The Wife Trap series on Open TG

My cock is definitely gone.

It's almost as if my panties are cupping my mound to tease me. Why are they so snug? It makes my pussy wet. I love being wet and ready. I know I'm going to soak right through this satin at any moment.

Mark's wife has so much lingerie in her walk-in closet. Her cabinets are practically bursting. I know it's wrong but finding her trove has left my tummy in knots. Twisted with jealousy towards Mark and annoyance at my wife for her laziness. I mean, I can't believe she walks around in flats all the time! My heels are clicking delightfully beneath me on the floor, and to my suprise, they are just fine! It turns out they aren't so hard to walk in.

I put on some make up and called my wife this morning. I wanted to feel put together before I talked to her. For some reason being done up gives me confidence. The receiver rang in my ear, as I waited on the phone, half wondering if Eva, now in my old body, would pick up the phone instead of her. My wife answered. "Hello?"

I sat silent. She giggled at something in the background. A man's voice. "Hello? Is anyone there. . . ha ha stop it Hunter, I'm on the phone!" She giggled again.

It seems I had stayed home from work. My wife was giddy. Eva had used my body to take her all night. I bristled. We hadn't had sex like that since college. I hung up, even more jealous than before. I wasn't even sure why I should be jealous - after all, I was much prettier than she was now by a long shot. Fuck her. In a tizzy I rushed to Eva's closet to try on something else. My panties are soaked anyway.

I shouldn't be, but I'm absolutely crazy about my new pussy.

And the way this top is hugging my tits feels so nice. I can see myself in the mirror across Mark's living room. Does my wife have a pussy this good? Let me answer quickly: No. And while Eva may have learned some tricks from Mark, I highly doubt my wife's pussy feels this well loved, even if she is still getting it. I'm walking the house bowlegged today. And yet I'm surprised how quickly my pussy has bounced back. It feels so good to rub it this way - through Eva's black panties. Knowing that for the time being they are my black panties. Mmm. They're starting to soak through. They'll have to come off soon.

I'm sitting here spread eagle blushing at the truth. I'm remembering Mark as I touch myself. I'm craving him. My pussy is dying for the next ride. I wish he hadn't of gone to work. I wish he was fucking me like Eva is fucking my wife.

If I had known my wife was going to fall so easily to an imposter version of myself I would have taken more advantage of last night. There is one thing in particular. Something I recognized came deep from the fire of feminity Mark was fanning inside of me. Even now my body shudders at the thought.

I wanted to fall to my knees. I wanted to take him in my mouth. Why didn't I? The thought fills me with regret.

I denied it in the moment. It felt like taking things too far. But now I can almost imagine what it would be like. And the fear of crossing that line sent a rush of energy into my nipples. Eventually however I reached the limits of my imagination. That's when I went back to bed and found something to help me imagine.

These hips were made for working a cock. I could try on Mark's wife's lingerie all day, but it's getting late.

Mark will be home soon. Maybe I should accept that there's nothing left holding me back. As far as Mark knows, I am his wife. I keep playing with the ring on my finger knowing it is my gateway to pleasure. What if I gave in to it?

There's something in Eva's closet. I mean - MY closet. I set it aside today when I was rummaging through the clothes.

I wonder what Mark would think if he came home and found me wearing it. I wonder what he would do.

Maybe I should put it on.