After mourning her ex’s death for a week in bed, my wife leaps out of bed one day a completely different person. And I mean, an utterly different person. I’ll make it simple: she had an alternative personality living inside of her, and this new woman was going to be taking over for a while. Her name was BW (her full name being The Black Widow), and she was (in my wife’s inner world) my wife’s fraternal twin sister. They were very different. I had to quickly adapt to the situation and learn how to deal with BW, who wore her hair and clothing differently and was on occasion unstable.
Despite all this madness, I was oddly turned on by BW. She, initially, consistently spurned my advances, so I wasn’t getting anywhere with her at all. It had been weeks since my wife’s transformation, and I was getting impatient. But, a few days later I somehow ended up in a nearby hotel room with BW, two laptops, and several grams of coke. How or why we had gotten a hotel in the first place I can’t even remember. BW had warmed up to me, and was being much nicer to me lately. Still no sign of my wife returning. I fucked BW that night until I couldn’t continue any longer. BW, much more so than my wife, fucked more like a man. We tried new positions that I had never tried before with my wife. It was surreal – the fact they were occupying the same body went practically unnoticed; when you were with BW, you were with BW, with my wife nowhere to be found. BW even smelled different. I remember at the end of the evening BW did a line and went to sleep. I wondered how it was possible.
After that night, my wife came back – most of the time. BW would make appearances, usually when my wife was under the influence. When the switch came, I could tell immediately, just by the change in her voice.
After the night in the hotel, BW had officially warmed up to me. I would fuck BW nearly every time she came out, and when she left, my wife had no idea what had transpired. BW and I thus became, well, involved. We even made plans to get married one day, although BW was pushing that idea harder than me. I was considering it. Our wedding in Vegas was to be followed by a drive out to the desert where I would tie her to a tree, to celebrate our nuptials. Maybe bring a friend too to commemorate the occasion (her idea). It just never panned out. Which is kind of a shame, because I was rather looking forward to tying BW to a tree. To be honest, I came to love BW. Separately and independently from the love I had for my wife.
It turns out that alternate personalities can themselves have children. BW had an adult daughter named Nole. In their endless sibling rivalry, my wife saw fit to bring Nole out one night to meet me. We chatted a little, but she didn’t have much to say. She went back inside; when my wife returned and asked me what transpired, I had little to say. Then, about a week later, I was having dinner with my wife and Nole suddenly came out. She, in her Nole voice, said – loud enough for the other patrons to hear – “I need you to fuck me.” I quickly paid and we left in a hurry. I took Nole home and fucked her senseless. When my wife finally returned, she asked what happened. I told her about Nole’s outburst in the restaurant (omitting the aftermath of course). She said she would “take care of it” – whatever that meant. And that was the last I saw of Nole.
Eventually, my wife left me for unrelated reasons. I saw it coming. Towards the end, BW used her screen time to convince me to plot with her against her sister, to ensure her inevitable downfall, and BW’s resuming complete control of her body and life. But by then I was getting weary of the whole thing.
The lesson of all of this? Just be sure you know how many sisters your partner has. She may have additional family members you weren’t expecting.
Epilogue.
This would normally be the end of the story, but after my wife moved out, I noticed an uptick in texting activity by her (married) real life sister Mary. She was actually being kind of flirty, which left me a bit puzzled as to how to proceed. After much consideration, I negotiated a visit, just her and me, and realized (after it was too late to change anything), what an opportunity this visit was going to present. When I met Mary getting off the train, I walked right up to her, gave her the expected hug, then planted a quick kiss on her lips, like it was nothing, but which disoriented her a bit. The next stop was to get her all checked in to her hotel, which I had complete control over. I think maybe she knew what was coming. When I got her to her room, the noises she made were a mish-mash of grunting, moaning, and futile resistance. By the time it was over, I had fucked her bareback, come inside her twice, and slapped her a couple of times. After that, we had a tremendous touristy weekend and didn’t speak of it until it was time for her to go. That time, she agreeably submitted to the “you’re leaving now so it’s time to fuck again” sex. Of course, we needed a little something to get it done properly, so I had her tell me that I was much bigger than her husband while I choked her a little. That seemed to work. And off she went. She’s kept our secret since.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/kqwnus/a_wifes_sisters_both_real_and_imagined