Did my best friend hop my wife? Part 3
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I should have accused Tyson right there of hopping my wife after his little slip up. But I didn’t. Because even though he’d broken his promise to never take over her body, I found it unbelievably hot to watch him run her hands all over her body while he made her wear those tight clothes. But that night, it got even better. As I walked into the bedroom, there was Stephanie in a thong. She didn’t look at me, but just kept running a hand over her bare ass that had the thinnest silk thread wedged deep between her cheeks. I wanted to go pull it out with my teeth, but before I did that, I had to get things out in the open. “Tyson, I know you’ve hopped my wife.” Steph didn’t freeze, or seem surprised in any way as she continued to move seductively. She grinned back at me. “Oh, you THINK so? Maybe your wife had a conversation with your best friend, and he let her in on the fact that he can possess people, and she decided to pretend that he was inside her to see how you’d react.” This threw me for a loop. I’d been so sure, but, could this all be an act? That Stephanie was only PRETENDING to be hopped by Tyson? Not knowing was driving me wild with lust, and my wife’s eyes took notice of the growing bulge between my legs. “Mm, looks like someone’s popped up to say hello.” She gave her ass a playful slap and said, “Why don’t you stick that dick between these cheeks while you wonder whether your hopper friend is inside this body. You can call me Tyson if you want, or Steph, whatever makes you the hardest.” I ended up calling her both names before the night was over.