Springing the Trap, Part 2

A continuation of Springing the Trap

"Oh, fuck." My mornings start like this now. Every morning. "Yes, harder!" He thrusts and I move to meet him. The dull thud of our bodies colliding echoes in my bedroom. I can't even get of bed before he has his way with me. He says I'm now allowed to! But I gladly comply. And if I wake up before him, I don't sneak off. I pull down the covers and admire his rock-hard morning cock for a moment before employing my tongue. It turns out he likes waking up with his dick in my mouth. Lately, I think he's been pretending to sleep just so I wake him up this way. He's such a jerk. ;)

After we are done, I put on my panties and make him breakfast (I'm always so hungry for breakfast. He lasts forever; every morning is a workout. I don't mind.) He's much more successful than my husband ever was, and it feels easy to serve him - especially since I get rewarded for being a good girl. I've noticed when breakfast is really well-prepared he fucks me over the kitchen table. So I bought some cookbooks online and have been reading while he's gone. I've marked some recipes that are sure to get me a reward.

My husband never fucked me like this. I would know, because I used to be him.

I made the jump into my wife's body to trap her on film with her lover - to get a quick divorce. Needless to say, things didn't go as planned, and the things Mark did to my body made me linger for a while. Just for the day, I said. Problem is, I'm still lingering. I told myself I would change back after the first day, but then my husband went on a sudden unexpected business trip. . .

It's been three weeks, I don't want his business trip to end. When I think of myself now I think of my sexy voice, my tits, and this curvy body. And my pussy. Especially my pussy. I think about pleasing myself or going shopping for new lingerie or a revealing outfit so Mark can take me on another lavish date. With my husband out of the way, we can go out almost every night. I can't even think of my old self without thinking of another person; some man who used to lumber around his house, with a boring job, and an ungrateful, bithcy wife.

Now I'm very grateful. My pussy is grateful. And with my husband out of the picture, I think Mark is much more interested in the prospects of letting me join in his millionaire adventures (while fucking my brains out). He's been planning a trip to his friend's island. I'm going to the store and finding a new bikini today. I can't wait to join the mile high club on his private jet - I always thought I'd do it as a man with a stewardess. . . but now I am the stewardess! Giggle. Besides, I'd much rather scratch this item of my sexual adventures list with a pussy than a dick. Honestly, after feeling what a tiny clit can do you wonder why you ever worried about the size of your dick. Cock is for riding anyway.

Part of me hated Mark for a few days - for cheating with my wife - but I realized quickly it's fun to be the girl on Marks arm, and I think I'm good for him. Better than my wife ever was, for sure! Over the past few weeks, he's asked me several times what's gotten into me - because the sex has gotten that good - and he told me the other day it seemed like overnight I became the best blowjob of his life and I blushed at the compliment. To top it all of, he's told me I've become a lot more interesting. "Have you been reading more?" Ha! Oh, Mark. . . I know how to treat a man. It seems to comes naturally. And my pussy is happy to be rewarded for being a good woman. As I said before, I'm simply a better woman than my wife. Nicer, smarter, and kinkier. I know what clothes to buy, what lingerie to wear. I'm not afraid of revealing my body, wearing something tight, and taking it off. I spend most of my time sunbathing by the pool, walking naked around the house, or in stockings - god, I love the way they feel around my legs.

And there's nothing I won't do in the bedroom. To say it politely, I've taken Mark's dick every place it can fit, and gathered no regrets - only a growing list of sexy moves and things to try.

Lately, I've been dialing the emergency line into my phone, but not hitting the dial button. I eye the three digits on my phone screen, a growing part of me wanting to call in a disappearance. My husband has been missing for so long. I'm beginning to think he's not coming back. . . It might be time to liquidate his assets and move on with my life. Our lives.

Mark's getting close. I can feel his cock swelling inside of me, and my pussy is already stuffed so tight. His hands are gripping around my ass cheeks. I'm clinging to the covers, the ones I chose with my wife, and feeling my tits pressed into the bed - the one my wife and I picked out before our engagement. I need him to come inside of me. It feels so amazing when he fires his load up my back, but it's even better when it's inside, filling me even more. I'm going to lock my legs around his to make sure he does.

It feels like Russian roulette, so risky, so transgressive.

Oh, I forgot to mention: I stopped taking my birth control. . .

"That's right! Come inside of me! Come inside of me!"

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