This choice: Greg is a Woman! As It Turns Out, His New Wife is Bisexual, But Prefers Women • Go Back...Chapter #6Greg woke to find himself to be a Trophy Wife! by: Mr. George   Waking up Greg blinked awake. His vision had been improved by the wish, too. An unintended, unexpected benefit. A soft moan coming to his lips, he was able to see pictures of Susan decorating the walls. Mostly blown-up vanity shots from her films. Greg smiled to think this was the woman he was bedding now.
An eyebrow shot up, as he spotted another gorgeous woman in some of the pictures. Her beauty was incredible, every inch as attractive as Susan, and clearly from their poses, they were very close. Thoughts of a threesome filled Greg's mind as he pictured that fantasy scenario from the warm comfort of the bed. The warmth of the bedding smothering him, and keeping him happily cosy.
Although it wasn't a problem in his mind the fantasy woman was extremely blessed. Perhaps in some minds too much so. Her curves obviously if professionally enhanced. She made even Susan look rather flat chested, and she wasn't.
Susan looked at him from the wall. The poster of her exotic beauty, a mix of Latina and Asian genetics crafting a refined, and still busty elegance.
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It was about this point that Greg's wish started to fall apart. He doubted his wife was the type of woman to bring him breakfast in bed. But as he eased himself up, into a sitting position in bed. He discovered that he was actually a she. In fact, the very busty beauty he'd been admiring so recently. Her hands came to her chest, squeezing her breasts, sinking into the soft abundant flesh, The vain hope they'd vanish like an illusion, like the morning dew instead that hope evaporated.
But instead, her gasping moan, and the rush of heat to her belly told her they were real, and very, very sensitive. In a flurry of unfamiliar jiggling flesh, she struggled free of the sheets. Kneeling atop the sheets, Greg confirmed with a swallowed wail that she was fully female. The defining pussy between her silken thighs, and resting on an arse that was far fuller than he'd ever had before.
Her hand wandered, caressing over the width of her broad hips, taking in the lush swell of her round, firm rump. Her touch felt electric, desperate for clues. Greg re-examined the pictures of the pair of them.
The posters took on a more intimidating perspective, as Susan's resting hand looked possessive. Her manner broadcasting love, but also control of her as a wife. A trophy for a high-achieving video queen. Greg shuddered at the idea of being the submissive one in the partnership.
Belatedly recognising one of the pictures as a civil ceremony, and she was the one in white. Susan in an elegantly tailored suit was clearly in charge. She.... She was the eye-candy.
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Leaping from the bed, Greg fell in a pile, her new centre of balance, and unfamiliar body sending her down. Desperate to find something to wear, she started ripping open drawers. Even a silk dressing gown would spare her the sight of the terrified woman in the full-length mirror.
Unsettlingly, she found a native familiarity with the high-heels, so she couldn't even blame them. Her hips move with a swish and sway as she sashayed around the bedroom, as if looking for some kind of exit back to her old life.
But pulling open one drawer, she stopped. The silks and satin underwear enough to give her pause, an insight into her future. But holding a bra up, experimentally in front of herself, she realised it was Susan's drawers. The damned thing looked far too small for her figure. As she stuffed it back inside she felt something unexpected, and pulled it out.
Her eyes boggled, as she found a 12" strap on and harness held in her trembling hands, terror shivered up and down her spine, as she was helpless to stop herself from imagining it being used. From imagining herself skewered on it's length. Even it's girth was intimidating, her hands barely long enough to wrap around it.
"Someone's impatient." she recognised the famous purring delight of Susan's voice. Now loaded with a seductive menace, whirling about to see she's an inch or two shorter than her. Until Greg realised Susan was bare footed, and was still wearing those heels herself. Her delight as she sees the strap-on hanging from your fingers. Greg's gorgeous face an mix of disgust, nervousness and uncertainty apparently delighting her further.
Susan plucks it from her numb, shocked grip, as she's too terrified to move. Even as she clicks the harness around herself, adjusting them to suit. You find yourself frozen in place, the need to flee the room, overwhelmed by your curiosity.
"Jill.... my Juicy Jill, you can join us."
Susan swings her hips, and the strap-on dances hypnotically, yourself unable to look away. Jill struts into the room, and climbs onto the bed. Tilting her head backwards, her hair cascades to tickle the sheets. Her gaze turning, she fixes Greg for the moment, "Eat me, bitch." The insult undercut, by her lewd wink, and blown kiss.
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The dirty blonde closing her eyes, inviting Greg and Susan to ravish her.
Susan's hand pats you on the shoulder, "You heard her... bitch."
Greg received a vigorous introductory lesson into her new life, until after an hour or two her sweat soaked body slumped to the sheets. Well slumped on top of Juicy Jill, her taste still on her every breath, and with Susan still deeply embedded in her pussy. She slept deeply, her new world still alien to her, but now much more welcoming too.
A smile spread across her face, as she slipped into a deep, restful sleep.  |
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