Matilda readjusted the wig, checked her make up was on point and got into the pose she had decided would have the maximum impact on Robert. She opened the messaging app, checked the mirror one last time to make sure the padding in the latex suit’s chest was even and then pressed the button. She looked at the picture on a phone and grinned, it was perfect, a few taps later the picture was sent to Roberts phone. While she waited for him to respond she played with her fake tits, when Robert left for work that morning she had had tiny mosquito bites for breasts now thanks to a lot of synthetic material stuffed down the front of the suit she had the same chest size as the porn stars Robert masturbated to. She gave her chest a hard squeeze but the padding was so thick she couldn’t feel a thing, something she wished she could have said about the wig, it was taking all her willpower not to throw off the damn itchy thing. She was naturally blonde but Roberts Internet history was full of dark-haired women wearing glasses, she pinched her nose, the glasses were another accessory that was annoying her.
She drummed her fingers against her leg, he was taking longer than she thought, she wondered if he was in a meeting. She worked a painted fingernail under the constricting collar, the nail varnish was another addition she thought Robert might like, maintaining a home and looking after four children meant there was little time for her to enhance her appearance. As she waited she began to doubt Roberts Internet history, it was full of women who looked exactly like she was dressed up, wearing the clothes she had ordered, maybe he preferred these women to stay in fantasy and not have his real wife look like that. She trailed her hands across her stomach, there had been two areas where she hadn’t required any artificial padding, the first being her neck which was chafing against the metal band and the other was her stomach, which after four children she was thankful that the suit not only covered the unsightly stretch marks but also made her appear far thinner than she was. Although as she adjusted the padding she had around her arse she wished she had gotten a larger size, her hands ran down to her stockings, they were the only things she was wearing that not only fit her but made her feel sexy the rest of it was for her husband’s benefit. She waited a little longer and then gave up, her husband seemed to be acting like he always did, she went to all this effort but he didn’t seem to notice her any more.
Just as she left the bathroom her phone vibrated, she rush back to see that he was messaging her on FaceTime, she quickly open the app. Robert’s shocked face peered through the screen at her “what–how? How did you find out?” He asked confused.
Matilda chuckle “I empty the bin in the office remember, it’s been practically overflowing with sticky tissues, you either developed a serious cold whenever you worked late or you’d been jacking off instead of working…. You naughty boy” the last part she said in a sexy accent completely unlike her own voice. Robert’s face went bright red, she could imagine what effect she was having on her husband “after that it was just a matter of figuring out your computer password, which wasn’t too hard seen as it’s password. I mean really Robert, password, that’s your login that’s protecting all your….. Dirty little secrets” she could tell Robert was bending over slightly trying to cover up his erection from his colleagues. “I saw everything you’d been looking at, all the pictures and videos…. You tugged your big hard dick too. All the porn stars were nothing like me but as I viewed all that smut…. I got wetter and wetter”. Matilda placed the phone on the sink, her hands squeezed her breasts hard, she moaned like a porn star “I wanted to be like those women… I wanted to tease my naughty boy and then have him take me, use my holes, filled me up with his cum till it leaked out of me. I wanted to lick up what came out, make sure I didn’t waste a drop of your precious cum. Oh Robert! I need you, stop wasting your precious seed in tissues use me instead, dominate me, force me to become your cum rag”. Her hands were in a frenzy, they moved all over her body, squeezing, pulling, scratching at the latex and her smooth skin she was like a wild animal.
Half of Robert’s office could hear her moans coming through his phone as he ran out of the building, his hard on poking through his trousers was obvious to everyone he passed. Robert yanked his car door open and jumped inside, his fumbling hands unbuckled his belt and pulled down his trousers releasing his raging cock “yeah, punish those fat fuck pillows” he growled. He could see that his wife had even gotten fake tattoos on her right arm, they were exactly the same as his favourite porn star, he stroked himself to maximum hardness, his dick head filled half the screen. “I– I’m going to cum” he groaned as he tried to hold the phone and use both of his hands to pump up and down his meat at the same time.
“Wait, please!” she begged “I want your first load you give to your slut to go inside my dirty mouth, not spread all over your car. I need your fresh cum inside me, you don’t need tissues any more you’ve got a warm cock sleeve desperate to be filled” she had completely transitioned into her sexy voice. Matilda saw Robert let go of his thick cock and start the car, she heard the tyres squeal as he raced out of the car park. She gasped and moaned as her hands played with her real and fake flesh like they were the same thing “my hands aren’t enough, I need more, I need something inside me, something large and veiny”.
“I’m driving as fast as I can” Roberts long dick swung around in front of the screen as he weaved in and out of traffic “when I get home I’m going to put another baby inside you and this time I’m going to keep impregnating you until you have the biggest milk filled tits in America”. Robert hit a straight bit of road and looked down at his phone, his wife appeared to have a small remote she pressed one of the two buttons on it and immediately shuddered in pleasure. Her eyes rolled up and her fingers spread out, he could imagine her toes curling like they used to, she picked up her phone and held it to her crotch, despite the sound of honking horns around Robert he could hear a buzzing noise coming from his wife’s latex encased pussy. He slammed his foot down on the accelerator, his wife, a woman who he had given up hope of being truly attracted to had suddenly turned into his perfect woman, his mind filled with the things that he was going to do to her. “I’m on the motorway, I’ll be home in 10 minutes” he wasn’t going to allow a simple plastic toy give his new and improved wife her first orgasm.
“I can’t hold on” Matilda whimpered as the huge dildo vibrated inside of her, she could feel every bump and ridge as it turned her cunt into a waterfall. She placed her phone back on the sink, as her hips involuntarily thrust forward to meet the thing fucking her “please Robert, cum with me, I can feel you inside me, fill me up with your potent seed, I’m so close, show me your dick I need to see it squirt”. Robert awkwardly held the phone and the steering wheel in his left hand as his right-hand took care of his monstrous cock. Matilda’s orgasm shock her whole body, her wig and glasses just barely staying on as her feminine juices overflowed the latex and sprayed down her legs. Robert’s orgasm was equally powerful, he saw stars floating in front of his eyes as he fired load after load on to the windscreen and steering wheel, it was the best orgasm of his life but as he looked at his phone he knew once he got home his wife was going to give him ones far better.
Robert was so focused on his phone that he didn’t see that the traffic in front of him had stopped, at the last second he spotted the red backlights and swerved into the central reservation. He attempted to put his foot on the brake but his legs had got caught up in his belt and trousers, a bridge pillar was quickly approaching as he accelerated down the middle of the motorway. He tried to spin the steering wheel but it was slippery with his cum, just before he hit the pillar he remembered he hadn’t put on his seatbelt. “Dorothy” Robert cried out his wife’s name as he slammed into the concrete.
Matilda saw Robert’s panicked face and then heard the crunching of metal through her phone, after that the phone lost connection. The dildo was still vibrating inside of a her as she came down from her orgasm, she calmly picked up the little remote and turned it off. That had been one of the best orgasm she ever had, she enjoyed the warm glow Dorothy’s body gave her, she wondered if she could squeeze in another one before the cops turned up but decided against it, she had to prepare. She put on a bath robe but didn’t tie it up, she wanted the cops to see what she was wearing when she made her statement, she slapped her face a few times to get the tears rolling. She entered the bedroom and picked up a cheap burner phone ‘it’s done’ she hit send and then snapped the sim card. She was sure her employer would be please, they had requested that Robert’s death look like an accident, the circumstances of Roberts demise would be gossiped about in the office for months. In recent months there’d been a spate of juvenile body hoppers thinking that hopping into a random person and killing their target in the open somehow made them assassins, at least Matilda had some professional integrity, a true assassination should be imperceptible from an accident. There was a knock at the door, time for phase 2, she thought, big tears rolled down her cheeks as she rush to the door.
