Did my best friend hop my wife? Part 5
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After Tyson’s initial exploration of my wife’s body, he began to mimic her flawlessly. He flirted with me just as she might have done, finally excusing himself to go change into what Steph has laid out for him to wear. Apparently this was lingerie that Steph had purchased special for this occasion. I couldn’t wait. “Come here, honey,” Tyson called from the bedroom. I marveled at how much he sounded like Steph. Not just her voice, but her inflection. A perfect imitation. I really could believe this was Steph. But I knew it was also my best friend. And I had permission to fuck them both. I stepped into the room, and saw my wife wrapped in a coat. Steph smirked playfully, then pulled it open. “We should have done this a long time ago,” Tyson said. He’s right. This is a long time coming. It’s also the start of something new. In the weeks ahead, Steph will have Tyson hop her body regularly, staying inside her more and more until it feels like I’m married to both of them. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
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I need to make some hopper friends lol