Being Seduced by My Wife’s Twin

“It’s fine.” My arms were around Ruby. She spoke softly as she avoided my gaze. Then, she added shyly, “Wyatt, you’re poking me.”

Feeling awkward, I hurriedly laughed about it and dragged Rose back to our room. She was laughing heartily too.

“Why did you switch clothes with Ruby? I mixed you guys up.”

Confused, Rose smiled and explained, “We were just teasing you. Ruby found my jacket pretty, so I let her have it.”

The lights were dim. She spoke with a higher pitch. Then, she gently wrapped her arms around my shoulders. “Cool it, hubby. I’ll let you have your way with me today. Don’t you want to…” She agilely slipped her arms into my collar and spoke seductively, bewitching me.

The heat gripped me. “Oh, shoot! Yes, I’ll have my way with you today, so much so that you won’t even be able to get out of bed tomorrow.”

Rose giggled and beckoned to me. Her softness seduced me. “Come on…”

She was usually aloof, but she was particularly passionate that day. Her intense love and passion made me want more.

Besides, her seductive voice was encouraging. “Hubby, you’re so great. Faster…”

Suddenly, I looked away and saw her fair torso. Terrified, I shuddered.

Dissatisfied, Rose pouted. “Why did you stop?”

“Dear, where’s the mole on your upper body?”

Something seemed to have dawned on her as she frowned. “This is my left. Darling, are you having trouble seeing because you drank a little wine?”

My wife looked like my sister-in-law except for the red mole on her upper body. Without that mole, I could not differentiate between them.

However, the change in Rose’s behavior made me secretly excited.

“Wyatt, we should let Ruby have the north-facing room after we get home. She’s suffered a lot over the past few years…”

After some enjoyment, Rose lay on my chest and traced circles on it. She was gentle and delicate.

Of course, I could not turn her down. I immediately promised it to her.

However, the routine when we got home was beyond my expectations. Rose and Ruby loved exchanging their clothes. For a second, I was holding my wife. When I turned around, I was hugging my sister-in-law instead.

“Dear, aren’t you afraid of me mixing you guys up if you do this?” I righteously discussed that with Rose. “What if I accidentally—”

“Why are you afraid?” She giggled and poked my upper body. “At worst, both of us can be with you…”

I frowned and said, “Nonsense! I’m not that kind of man!”

She tilted her head and blinked naughtily. “Calm down, Wyatt. I was just joking!”

Rose leaned over and rubbed her soft body against me. “Cool it, hubby.”

Her upper body was that of a well-developed woman, thus making it hard to grasp her with one hand. I naughtily pinched her, making her mad.

She seductively grabbed my arms and refused to let me go.

The sound insulation system of the house was not good. Besides, Rose loved playing tricks. Naturally, we were very loud.

The bed shook and creaked in the night. I seemed to hear extra moaning coupled with my wife’s voice.

Excitement kept challenging my sanity. I kept going faster, making my wife moan endlessly.

It turned out that my worry was necessary. After drinking wine, I went home drunk one day.

The dimmed lights and the effects of the alcohol played tricks on me. I hugged my “wife,” who looked a little strange, and kissed her happily.

“Dear, you smell so good today.”

She smiled shyly, tilting her head and exposing her fair neck. She said delicately, “Wyatt, you’re drunk. Let me get you some tea.”

I saw her fair skin under the black lace as well as her full upper body.

Consequently, my mouth felt dry. I found her very feminine that day.

“What’s wrong with you today, dear?” I pulled her into my arms and rubbed myself against her. “You aren’t usually this gentle.”

I was telling the truth. Rose always argued with me every time I went home after having wine.

She would never behave like this, letting me hug her and rub myself against her casually though I reeked of wine.

“I know, dear. I’ll buy you the lipstick you like best today.” Drunk, I finally recalled that she told me she wanted to buy lipsticks a few days ago. But she did not buy them because she found them expensive.

While I was trying to fish my phone out, my “wife’s” clothes fell off.

The dimmed lights shone on her fair upper body, frightening me and making me sober.

Abruptly, I pushed her away and cried out involuntarily, “Ruby, it’s you!”

Suddenly, I heard someone sticking a key into the keyhole of the door. It must be my wife. She was home.

But Ruby and I were disheveled. She was also gasping for breath. Her wet hair clung to her forehead, making her look indecent.