Getting My Wife to Say Yes
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My wife shook her head back and forth, causing her long blond ponytail to swish as she argued with me. “Sarah is not into me, Josh. We’ve been friends forever, and yeah, I know she’s a lesbian but there’s just no way.” I arched an eyebrow. “I’m telling you babe, the way she looks at you is how I look at you all the time.” This made my wife laugh. “That’s just her boosting my confidence. And even if she did, she’d never make a move on me.” I stuck my hands in my pockets and said, “Wanna bet?” My wife rolled her eyes at me. “I’m not gonna flirt with my best friend to see whether or not she’ll get in my pants.” The bait was set. “Let me do it,” I offered. She smirked at me playfully batted at my shoulder. “I think you’re just looking for an excuse to hop me.” It was true. I was always looking for an excuse. It sucked that I was a bodyhopper that needed permission from a host. I get it. It’s a lot of trust. My wife’s let me do it a lot of times and I’ve used her body to masturbate and then she wakes up feeling delightfully refreshed, but with no memories of what I did. She used to think it was hot, but now, it’s gotten kind of stale, kind of like our marriage. Her friend Sarah saw this as an opportunity and started hitting on my oblivious wife with renewed vigor. I called Sarah out privately for it, and she didn’t deny it. She told me she was just waiting for me to screw up so she could be a shoulder for my wife to cry on and then hope for more. “Why wait?” I’d said, and then told her I was a bodyhopper. Together, we crafted a conversation I’d have with my wife. It was going perfectly. I had my wife’s interest, I just had to close the deal. “I know it’d be awkward for you to flirt with Sarah to see if she’s really interested in you, so I’ll do it for you, then report back.” My wife gave me one scrutinizing glare, then said, “Okay, do it now. She’ll be here soon.” Now that I had my wife’s permission, my body phased effortlessly into hers. As soon as I felt her mind go to sleep, I sent a text from my phone to Sarah that said, “Door’s unlocked. Come up to the bedroom.” Sarah was in our house two minutes later, racing towards the master bedroom. She found my lovely wife waiting for her at the door, completely naked and touching herself. Sarah raced to catch up, stripping off her own clothes as I said, “She bought it. Now you can finally fuck your best friend, and I get to fuck you as her. And the best part is, she’ll never know.” Sarah looked my wife up and down with unbridled lust, something I’d seen her do so many times. And then she was pushing her tits against my wife’s, and we were kissing.
As she led me to the bed she said, “I don’t want this to be a one time thing.” When she spread my wife’s legs open and brought her face down to her pussy I said, “It won’t be. We’ll just have to think of more reasons I need to be inside her. As her best friend, I’m sure you can help me think of lots of ways to get her to say yes.”