When Jack Adams came home, he put his keys on the table in the hall as usual, and hung up his coat. He heard his wife’s voice — it sounded a little odd, but it was certainly his wife’s voice — call from the living room. “Hi honey!” He called back as he took off his shoes and loosened his tie. “Hey hon!” “Honey, I have a kind of surprise for you.” Jack frowned. Shit, he thought. Did I forget our anniversary? A birthday? “Uhh, ok!” He walked down the hall and turned the corner and his heart missed a beat. “What? Mrs. Brookdale?” His wife Linda was not in the living room. Sitting there on the couch, her legs tucked under her, one hand holding a glass of wine and the other provocatively placed on her thigh, in a skirt and a blouse he’d remembered seeing her wear at a PTA meeting last summer, was his next door neighbor’s wife, Wendy Brookdale. “Hello, Mr. Adams,” she said, in her soft southern accent. “Umm, Hi! Mrs. Brookdale? Nice to ah, see you!” “It’s nice to see you too, Mr. Adams.” She smiled. “I guess Linda just stepped out? I heard her from the foyer…” “Actually, Jack – may I call you Jack? – Linda isn’t here.” “But I just – what?” “Jack, Jack… Jack. It’s fine. Relax. Linda knows I’m here. It’s fine. She knows how you’ve been looking at me. When I’ve been out to water my lawn.” Wendy Brookdale smiled. “It’s only natural, Jack. Your wife is very beautiful, but so am I, Jack. It’s only natural for a man to become… curious.” “I – Mrs. Brookdale, I would never –” Jack sputtered, utterly unsure what to say or do. He realized he’d backed into a corner of the room. Then, the woman in front of him smiled — but it wasn’t a smile he’d ever seen on Mrs. Brookdale’s face — in fact, it reminded him strangely of his wife… “Got you!” the woman laughed. With Linda’s voice. “Oh my god sweety, you should have seen your face.” “What? Linda? How did you….” Grinning, she raised her hand to her neck and gently pinched the skin, then pulled… and the skin stretched… and continued to stretch, a little farther than skin should. “It’s a rubber mask, sweetie. Very fancy. Actually, not just a mask.” Linda gestured down to her breasts, which were a bit larger than hers normally were. “I look and sound just like Mrs. Brookdale, from head to toe.” “Does… she she know about this?” “Ha, no, sweetie. It’s amazing how many photos of people are out there on the Internet. I just told the company her name and address, and this suit came in the mail a few days ago.” “I… can’t believe my eyes. Or ears. You look just like her.” “Close your eyes, sweety.” “Huh?” “Sit down and close your eyes. We’re going to start over.” “Honey, I don’t want you to think–” “Honey,” Linda said, settling into Wendy’s light southern accent. “Close your eyes and let Mrs. Brookdale take care of you.” Jack could hardly believe what was happening. Of course he had fantasized about his neighbor’s wife — she was incredibly beautiful, and busty and shapely in ways his own wife wasn’t. And there was the allure of the forbidden fruit of another man’s woman… Jack obediently closed his eyes and sat down. A moment later he felt warm hands on his thighs. Then the feeling of Mrs. Brookdale nuzzling his crotch. He was hard instantly, and his eyes opened. They met hers. “My my, Mr. Adams. What a package. I can see what Mrs. Adams sees in you.” She brushed a finger against the side of his cock, through his pants. “Let’s get a bigger look at what your wife gets to have.” She undid his zipper, reached in, and gently extracted his engorged cock, the tip already wet with pre-cum. “Ooh, I wonder if you taste different from my husband,” she said, as she lowered her lips to the head of his manhood and began to suck him, her eyes never leaving his. It was all Jack could do not to come right then — it was true, he had dreamed of this, having his neighbor’s wife suck him, and here it was happening — he both knew and forgot that it was really his own wife wearing a mask. The illusion was so complete…
An hour later, he and ‘Mrs. Brookdale’ lay together in his bed, both panting. “Oh my, Mrs. Adams is a lucky woman.” She said, laughing. “You are quite an animal, Mr. Adams.” Jack could barely speak. The thrill of making love to the woman he’d lusted after for so long was intense and incredible. He hadn’t come like that in a long time, he thought. Mrs. Brookdale, — Linda, some part of him remembered — turned to him and spoke. “Now, sir, I am going to go out and return ‘home’ before your wife returns. You are not to leave this bed for a good twenty minutes, is that clear?” “Umm, yes ma’am.” “And secondly, Mr. Adams – and I am very serious about this – you are not to tell ‘Linda’ about any of this. You are not to mention anything about this to her –” And then Mrs. Brookdale broke character, and suddenly, behind the mask, it was clearly Linda that Jack was talking to — “I don’t want to hear anything about this, ever. No requests. ‘Mrs. Brookdale’ will return when I see fit. No innuendo, no joking, honey, ever. Ok?” Jack nodded in assent. “Yes, sweety. I promise.” Linda fell right back into character. “Good, Mr. Adams. Alright now,” she said, as she slipped on her skirt and blouse,” I am going to leave now. Don’t you go anywhere for a while. You just lay down there and think about how lovely it’s been to get to know me better. You never know when you might see me again. Now after that, you get cleaned up. I’m serious. I don’t want any evidence that I was here getting back to Mrs. Adams. OK? “Yes, ma’am.” ‘Mrs. Brookdale’ smiled. “Good. See you soon, Mr. Adams.” She left, and Jack listened to her walk out the front door, and heard it close shut. Then, as per the instructions, he lay there for about fifteen minutes — then put all the sheets in the hamper, took a shower, and changed into pajamas. He was reading a novel in the living room when he heard the front door unlock, and after a moment his wife came in. “Hi honey,” she said. “You look fresh. Been out for a run?” “Yep!,” he said. “It was invigorating. You’re home a little later than usual — long day at work?” “Yes,” she said, shrugging, “some last minutes things came in. Had to stay late. Well, shall I get dinner started?” “That would be lovely, dear.” He kissed her lightly, and she went to the kitchen. Wow, Jack thought, she is amazing. I would never have thought she was such an amazing actress. Her impression of Mrs. Brookdale was uncanny. I hope she gets that kinky feeling again soon…
Next door, in a much darker house, the front door lock turned and the door opened. Mrs. Wendy Brookdale returned home from work. She put down her phone and keys in the foyer and kicked off her shoes. She went down the hall and turned into the living room. The sight that met her did not surprise her: she saw herself, her hair and makeup a little mussed, sitting on the couch, reading. “Hello dear,” she said to the sitting figure. The woman on the couch smiled back and replied with an identical voice and accent “hi there.” “So, how did it go?” The sitting Wendy grinned wider. “Fantastic. He bought it. He completely thought I was Linda. And we got to know each other very well.” “Well done, dear,” the standing Wendy said to her sitting twin, as she walked across the room to squat on the carpet in front of her. “And he never suspected a thing?” “Not a thing.” “Well, I can’t wait for my turn to pay Mr. Adams a visit,” Mrs. Brookdale said to her doppelganger in front of her. “Well, dear, if you like,” the sitting Wendy said, uncrossing her legs and pulling up the edge of her skirt,” you can get a little bit of a preview now.” Between the legs of Mrs. Brookdale was a cock. A hard cock, poking out from between her labia, where it had lain hidden as the fake Mrs. Brookdale was ridden hard by the amorous Mr. Adams. “I still can’t believe you can hide your thing away so well,” the real Mrs. Brookdale said, as he took her husband’s cock in her hands. He was a master of disguise, and could impersonate anyone. And she had to admit she was incredibly turned on to know she’d soon be fucking her neighbor’s husband, and sharing the man with her own bisexual husband. And she loved that she was kneeling before her own shemale twin, about to suck ‘her’ own penis. She lowered her mouth over the hard cock, and looked up to see herself close her eyes and moan in pleasure.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/279c1m/bodysuit_disguise_deception_is_there_a_subreddit
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