You giggle girlishly and lean heavily on Jon as he leads you back through the front door of the Straussler home. The hall seems to wobble in your vision and you realise just how drunk you are. Monique’s petite body simply cannot hold much alcohol and you are now forced to deal with her inebriation. You can’t swap to a sober form this time.
“You sound like you had a good time,” says Jon, looking down at you. He betrays no sign of drunkenness, save for his wide smile and sunny disposition.
You place both your hands on his chest and look up at him, crinkling your nose as you do so. That’s no good, you realise with a frown, so you turn away and unsteadily lean down. You manage to kick off your high heeled shoes. Jon seems even taller now, though at least the room wobbles less.”
“A really good time,” you agree placing your hand back on Jon’s chest again. You look at him though lidded eyes and smile.
Jon leans down and rubs his nose against yours. You can’t help but giggle, so strong are Monique’s emotions and so lowered are your inhibitions by all the drink. You pull his head closer till you are able to reach his mouth by standing on your tiptoes. The kiss is slow and thorough and your tongues gently wrestle with each other.
Jon looks up once the kiss ends, staring into nothing. Monique’s persona insists that you moan happily and press yourself against him. You comply, softly rubbing up against Jon’s body, rumpling the cloth of the expensive evening dress you wore out to the restaurant. One of Jon’s hands closes round your back, slowly rubbing there. The other cradles you head, massaging it. You feel your hair start to break free of the careful arrangement you had styled it in and fall across the small of your back.
You freeze for a second and think. Even in your befuddled state it seems obvious: The tips of your nipples prickle against the soft material of your bra, your loins slowly stir and a hunger swells within you. You, or Monique’s personality really, are horny. Desperately so.
You lay your head on Jon’s chest, pushing yourself even closer to him, rubbing your groin against his legs and enflaming your lust even further. You feel him gently lift your head by the chin and you open your eyes and smile lazily back at him.
“I want you so badly right now,” you tell him hazily.
“Hmmm,” answers Jon appreciatively. He takes you by the hand and starts to lead you away. You resist only for a moment, kneeling down to pick up your shoes. Then it strikes you: why do you need them? The shoes clatter to the floor as you let Jon drag you upstairs.
By the time you reach the master bedroom, your clothes are halfway off. Your panties were shed somewhere on the stairway and one strap of your dress hangs loosely off your shoulder. Jon’s shoes got lost somewhere along the way too, along with his socks. His shirt is torn open, and one of your hands slides around on the well defined muscles underneath. He still has that athlete’s physique he built up in high school and under Monique’s influence, just feeling at it makes you quiver inside.
You wobble unsteadily against Jon as he leads you further into the bedroom. He guides you to the bed, where he sits you on the edge. You lean back, supporting yourself with you arms and giggle again. Both straps of your dress are loose now, hanging off the shoulders.
Jon reaches round and pulls down the zip of your dress. You wriggle free of the top half, pulling your arms free of the straps and exposing your breasts. They tingle with your excitement in the warm air of the bedroom. Jon keeps pulling at your dress and you laugh playfully as he tugs it down below your hips, lifting your legs to let him pull it off completely.
Jon drops your dress to the floor, where it lies in a messy heap. Then he kisses you again, probing your mouth with his tongue briefly. His lips work their way down, away from your own. He pecks at your neck, causing you to purr your delight. Then he suckles on your boobs. You moan loudly and shiver in pleasure.
Then he works his way down to your pussy.
Your world explodes in a mass of flashing, strobing light as Jon gently pries his way in with your tongue. You fall backwards onto bed, the soft mattress enveloping you. Before you realise it, you are biting down on your hand just to stop yourself screaming out, so expertly does Jon work at you.
You can’t help yourself when the first surge of pleasure crescendos though. Your shriek reverberates through the room. “Oh god Jon,” you say breathlessly as the aftershocks shudder their way through your body. Maybe it’s the drink, maybe it’s Monique’s body or maybe it’s the sheer sheets against your skin, but you can’t remember the last time its felt so good.
“You like huh,” says Jon, standing back up.
You wriggle on the bed, pushing yourself along till you lie in the middle. You can’t manage to find any words, so all you do is giggle. Jon takes that as an invitation, unbuttoning his pants and pulling them off. He climbs onto the bed on top of you, pinning your arms down with strong hands.
“More,” he asks. You nod slowly and he lowers himself onto you. He nudges his member inside you slowly, pushing all the way in. It feels tight down there, but it also feels hot and wet. You make a little high pitched squealing sound as Jon continues to work his way inside. It feels as if he goes on forever, though on some level you realise this can’t be the case.
Jon works with a slow rhythm, barely moving at all and letting you take up the slack with unhurried, swirling thrusts of your own. He is more interested in using his mouth and he nibbles at your lips and neck. The leisurely pace seems to suit Monique, and you glory in the slow build-up that teases its way to orgasm.
It seems to take an age before Jon spends himself, climaxing to a shuddering halt that feels as if it is boring to your very heart. He holds himself there, perfectly still for a while. He grips you tightly and you hold onto him in return. Then you feel him soften within you and he pulls clear with a wet shlorping sound.
“Maybe this time,” you say, snuggling into him. The words are prompted by Monique’s personality, and you remember that the couple are still trying for a baby.
Jon freezes almost imperceptibly. You barely notice it yourself, and you are far more alert to such tics than the real Monique would be. “Maybe,” he answers with a seemingly confident grin, regaining his composure immediately. “But we should consider the in vitro option too,” he adds.
“Let’s just see what happens,” you answer him glibly. Monique wants to keep putting it off and hoping that she’ll conceive naturally. Given the way Jon made you feel just there, you can see why she thinks that way.
Jon says nothing, he simply lies back and stares at the ceiling. It’s like this sometimes, you pick up from Monique’s memories, with the couple content to just bask in each others presence after sex. You snuggle close to Jon and watch as he falls asleep, as Monique occasionally does.
Only once you are sure that Jon is truly asleep do you disentangle yourself from him. You pull away gently, trying not to disturb him. If he is wearing a mask, or is one of Fane’s tattooed men then your knockout touch will not work properly on him. He grunts and turns over in his sleep but does not wake. You sit up and look at him. He’s a fake, you are absolutely certain of this. The question is, should you try to unmask him?
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