Guess Whose Pussy Part 1
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My wife Jen is a bodyhopper, and the horniest person I’ve ever met. She loves possessing women I’d find attractive and bringing them home, then riding my dick till I can’t move. But yesterday, she suggested playing a game. I thought she meant like, sex jenga or something, but then she handed me a wrapped gift box. Inside was just a blindfold. “When I text you tomorrow, I want you to get your cock out, put this blindfold on, and wait for me on the couch.” I licked my lips and said, “And…then what?” She giggled and replied, “Then we play ‘guess whose pussy?’ I put your cock inside a mystery pussy, and you gotta figure out who in your life it belongs to. And no touching!” This kept getting better and better. “And what do I get if I’m right?” She bit her lip and said, “I let you do the other two holes before I take them back.” I pumped my arm at this, because she didn’t like using her mouth or ass, even if strictly speaking they didn’t belong to her. “But,” she continued, “if you’re wrong, I get to hop a person of my choice that’s on your off limits list.” That calmed me down in a hurry. When she told me she was a hopper, I’d set some ground rules if we were gonna stay together. One was, no family. She’d countered with no one from MY family, which honestly was fine by me. She’s got some hot family members. But I gotta say, this sounded like an incredibly hot game, so I agreed, and we shook on it. Shortly after I got home from work that next day, I got a text from Jan telling me to get ready. I tore off my clothes, sat on the couch, and put the blindfold on. Then I waited. And waited. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I heard our door open. “Jan, that you?” I called. I was hoping she would say something, anything, which would give me a clue, but I was met with only silence, and then quiet footfalls as she walked through the living room. She stepped between my spread legs, and I felt the smoothness of stockings. Since I couldn’t see or use my hands, my other senses kicked into high gear, feeding me as much information as possible. I felt the weight of her as she sank down, the curve of her butt. She was thicker than a lot of the petite women my wife usually wore. She promised it’d be someone I knew, so I began making a mental list in my mind of which one this could be. It was hard to concentrate though as her hand guided my hard dick inside her pussy. It was so warm and wet, and not too tight. This pussy got regular use. I felt heavy, soft boobs press against me, and long hair brush against my face.
A face pops into my head. One that seems like it’d be a match given everything I could feel. As my wife slowly rides me, I say, “Are you inside your sister, Rebecca?” She laughed, and I didn’t immediately recognize the sound. “Nope,” she cooed into my ear. “I thought you might think that though, that’s why I chose this body. It belongs to your professor you had the hots for back in college.” I was breathing so hard now, and thrusting my hips upwards, going deeper into who I now knew was a very hot woman. But still, I didn’t have a snowball’s chance in hell of guessing her. “I haven’t seen her for five years! That’s really hard!” She licked my earlobe and said playfully, “It sure is. Harder than usual I’d say. And I never promised it’d be easy. Looks like I get to pick someone from your family now, maybe for next time.” I gasped at the possibilities. “You…you want to do this again?” In response, I felt my professor’s cunt flex around my shaft. “Do you want to?” she moaned. Even though I knew what this might lead to I didn’t hesitate. “Absolutely!”