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I told Grant's parents I'd be staying at Chris' house for the weekend. As expected they didn't seem surprised and agreed to let me go.
In *my* bedroom I packed a duffle bag for the stay overnight. Along with my normal street clothes I carefully packed a nice shirt and black pants before heading back to my own house--although now looking like my son's best friend.
When I arrived, I knocked on the door and waited. My wife Claire answered the door.
"Hello Grant," she said and stepped back to call Chris.
I stared at her for a moment and grinned. She blushed for a moment and I asked if I could talk before I met Chris. She looked uneasy, but led me into the kitchen.
"What do you want to talk about Grant?" she asked.
"You know, you're a beautiful woman," I said, being only 5'6" I had to look up into her hazel eyes. I took a couple of breaths and looked away using Grant's own embarrassment. Straightening my back, I stuck my thumbs in my pockets, tightening my t-shirt against my torso and emphasising my shoulders, pecs and abs. Tipping my head I looked back, straight into her eyes.
Claire looked phased for a moment, unsure what to say to the teenager that stood in front of her. "Erm, thank you Grant."
I relaxed and laughed. "You're so easy to embarrass Claire," I said.
"Daniel!"
"Guilty. What do you think," I replied turning on the spot.
She shook her head. "Why Daniel, why Grant?"
"He's perfect, Chris listens to him and they're always together. I think I can show him the way and have some fun at the same time." I let Grant's boyish charm surface again. "Like I said, you're a beautiful woman Mrs. S." She smiled and took my hand, leading me to the utility room. "Where are we going Mrs. S.," I asked innocently.
It wasn't the first, or the last time I'd used someone else's body have some fun with my wife. I knew Grant had a crush on Claire and I was going to use that in our little role play.
I pulled on all of Grant's emotions, cocky confidence to the fore, pushing Claire against the washer. I keenly kissed her lips, gently at first then sucking and biting at her lip. My hands wandered across her body and settled on her breasts, she released a muffled moan and pulled my shirt over my head only pausing for a moment to look at my muscled physique.
Reaching up, I grasped her head and pulled it down to my level resuming the kissing and probing with my tongue. Unbuckling my belt, I let my jeans drop to the floor, then I tugged at my briefs. My new dick sprung free hitting her in the leg. She broke off the kissing and looked at the beast bobbing between my legs. "Good grief!"
"Fucking awesome huh?" I responded dropping Grant's persona for a second as I kicked off the trainers, jeans and underwear.
My hands, fumbled under Claire's skirt as I pulled at her panties. Still kissing she helped pull them down. Then she broke away and fumbled through the draws. I stood back, looking a little confused and then she held out a small square foil packet. This was something that Grant never considered, but I knew Claire was right as she unrolled the rubber down the length of my shaft.
I groped around unceremoniously; part of Grant's initial awkwardness and then the head of my dick found a way inside. I was cursing under my breath, Grant was short and I was experiencing his frustration first hand. I grasped her tightly and started to pull her to the floor, as we settled I pushed slowly inside as I made my way up her body.
We started to kiss again, as I slowly fed my long dick deeper. She started to writhe, gasping and moaning again. Grant was a master of the penetration and I used all of his experience.
Resting my hands on the floor I pushed away, flexing my arms and shoulders. As I worked my hips, giving long deep thrusts I tensed and relaxed my abs. Claire was gasping with every thrust, pushing against me all the time. Beads of sweat were forming, as I felt my face redden. I paused for a moment, taking a breath, then continued, more slowly. Claire could read my face, she knew I was close.
Shivers ran down my spine and my abs tightened and I squeezed. Throwing my head back I groaned as I shot my first load into the latex bag. I resumed long deep strokes and then shot a second, third and forth time.
Gasping, I relaxed feeling spent and pulled myself clear of Claire. I laid next to her and we stared at the ceiling for a while. I felt her move and looked over, the smiled. "That was good, but not as good as the real you," she whispered. She kissed me and got to her feet, pulling on her underwear.
I sat up and pulled the rubber from my flaccid dick. It was full, she took it from me and handed me some tissues. I watched as she tied a knot in the end and visited the bathroom. After cleaning myself up I pulled on my clothes again, and fixed my hair.
Returning to the kitchen, I sat at the breakfast bar and twiddled my thumbs as I waited for Claire to return. When she did, I turned on a picture of innocence and she smiled shaking her head. "So what plans do you have for the weekend Grant," she asked.
"I little road trip to Vegas, I thought." I snapped my fingers, "Can you grab the money from the jar?" I asked.
From the top shelf she pulled a thick roll of bills and handed it to me. "That should help," I told her. "Can you give Chris a call, then I'll go up and find him."
She nodded. "Chris," she called, "Grant is here, I'll send him up."
"OK mom," came a shout.
I jumped from the stool and kissed Claire before running up the stairs to Chris' room.
END OF PART TWO
I haven't written PART THREE yet, tell me if you want this to continue. If I hear nothing then I'll assume you don't want to see anymore.
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