Becoming the Neighbor's Wife
I was house-sitting for the neighbors while they were out of town for a month. My mom was glad to get her “deadbeat son” out of her way for awhile and told me I shouldn’t plan on coming back anyway so at least I had a place to stay.
I always had a thing for Mrs. Davidson… I wanted to BE Mrs. Davidson, so it was a double win that I could do my theatre makeup final by making myself look JUST like Hannah Davidson! When I had all the silicone glued in place with that new deep penetrating adhesive I was exactly her size and shape and I spent the next few weeks wearing her clothes, practicing my voice, and even going out as her.
Then her husband came home and found me half naked in the kitchen. Hannah had left him for some hippie retreat and only took the clothes she was wearing.
He knew I wasn’t her, but he figured I’d be better than her, that I would behave the way he wanted her to… like the sexy little minx that I am!
Bending me over and fucking my ass, he said, "If I didn’t know Hannah had run away with her Yoga instructor, you might have fooled me. But you know what? I don’t care that you’re really the neighbor’s doofus son, you look just like Hannah, and she never let me take her up the ass like this!"
"{Unnngh!}" I grunted feeling him inside me, "but… Mr. Davidson…"
He cut me off, "Come on, honeybunch, that’s not what you call your husband… let me see how well you learned to be Hannah!"
"Oooohh… sweetie… but… I can’t…."
"Can’t what? She left me and left everything behind…her clothes, her passport, her cell phone… even her wedding ring! or should I say YOUR clothes and YOUR ring, Hannah?"
"M-m-my clothes? Mmmm… MY… oh! My wedding ring on my finger… where it belongs..."
"Tomorrow I’m taking you to my doctor buddy who will replace that silicone you’re wearing with real tits, and you’re going to have a nice tight pussy just like YOU have always had… Now… who are you?"
"Mmmm…. I’m your wife… I’m Hannah Davidson! I’m…. yours…. sweetie!"