Something beneath the surface: Part 2
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I’d screamed. It wasn’t very manly of me, but having a slimy tendril wrap around my dick WHILE I was inside my wife can really freak a guy out. I ran back to the rental cottage and locked the sliding glass door, unsure of what to do next. How was I supposed to convince the local cops that an alien parasite was controlling my wife’s body? A minute later, Ashley showed up. She wasn’t naked anymore, but had put on the tank top she’d worn over her bikini. But that and her glasses seemed to be the only thing she was wearing. She tried to slide the door open, but when she couldn’t, she looked back at me with an innocent smile as she drummed her fingers on the glass. “Don’t be afraid honey. I’m still me, just with a new occupant. Please let me in.” Gone was the halting, alien voice that she’d used before. She sounded just like herself now. I watched as she pushed her flimsy tank top aside to show off her tits. She sensuously felt herself up, before removing the tank top entirely. She spun around and pushed her cute butt against the glass. “Let me in, baby,” she purred seductively. “I want you inside me again. I want us to fuck. If you say no, I’ll go and find someone who will. It shouldn’t be hard with this body.”