I'm My Own Widow... and Trophy Wife!
After the funeral, I had no place to go so I was at my one friend's house who knew the truth...
I whimpered, "I can’t believe I had to go to my own funeral AS MY OWN WIFE!"
"She really did a number on you… feminizing you, taking your place… maybe you could have turned back if she hadn’t had that accident!"
"I only left her a tiny bit of money in my will… and now that eveyone thinks I’m HER that’s all I have in her place!"
"Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you… but.."
"But?"
"You’ll need to take care of me… SOPHIE!"
He stood in front of me, very close, his crotch right near my face... I said, "Oh No! You can’t be serious! Oh wow! Am I making you hard?!?" Why is his cock so…. mesmerizing?
"Sophie always made me hard, and now that YOU’RE Sophie… "
"But I’m not… "
"But you ARE! Come on, it’s your turn to be a trophy wife… for ME!"
I looked at myself in the mirror... He’s right… She made me her perfect twin… the courts think I’m her… he’s turned on by me… I AM Sophie now!
As I laid back, naked, with his big hands fondling my big tits, hs big cock sliding into my soft pussy... I realized Sophie got the last laugh, even if she died with everyone thinking she was me and I was her… she wanted me to learn what it was like for her to be stuck at a trophy wife to a man who didn’t really care… and now there’s no going back… I’m nothing more than his fuckable eye candy… I think the fact he KNOWS I used to be a rich powerful man just turns him on more… and makes me more…. submissive…