Have sex, of course!

"Ah!" Clive blurted out. He stopped his exploration and turned to face Helen. "With such a beautiful girlfriend, I'd of course like to make love to you, mistress."

"Well why don't you come over here then, handsome," Helen purred, "and no more 'mistress'. You're Adam now so please try and behave like him."

Clive didn't need anymore encouragement. He walked over to Helen and kissed her, working his hands through her hair above her slim neck. He grabbed a little of her blonde locks and pulled Helen's head back gently. Her knees quivered at the directness of Clive's passion, and Helen clutched the collar of his jacket to steady herself. Clive shifted his shoulders slighty to allow Helen to pull his jacket off and let it fall to the floor. Helen then slipped off Clive's tie, and then let her fingers nimbly unbutton his shirt.

"I think we'd better take this upstairs, don't you?" Helen asked. Her hands played on Clive's (formally her boyfriend's) hairy chest.

"That sounds good to me," Clive smirked. With one swift movement he swept Helen up off her feet and into his arms. She let out a conteded yelp and nuzzled into the crock of his neck. Adam hadn't been this passionate or romantic for some time. She could get used to the way her middle-aged neighbour was treating her.

Clive easily carried Helen up the stairs and to the bedroom where he gently let her back down. Helen continued where they had left off and continued to undress Clive. She tugged playfully at his belt and pressed her hips up against his. Clive smiled and loosened the belt himself, letting his trousers drop down. It was clear to Helen that her mature neighbour wanted to push things further as he eased her back onto the bed. Clive eased Helen's t-shirt up and over her head before freeing her modest but perky tits from her bra.

"My goodness, your breasts are beautiful," Clive remarked almost in awe. He lowered his head and allowed his tongue to play on each of Helen's pink nipples. She moaned contentedly as she felt Clive's hands begin to pull down her jogging bottoms and knickers.

"I'd say you're rather enjoying this based on how wet you already are?"

"I've been wet since I put you in Adam's body," Helen laughed. Clive joined in her laughter as he slipped a probing finger into her pussy followed by a second. Helen gasped out in shock and then reached out for Clive's boxers to return the favour. She held onto the waistband and tugged. Swiftly they were at his knees, and Clive's hard-on suddenly unconfined. Helen traced her thumbnail around its head gently, allowing the precum to flow. She tried to focus on teasing Clive, but was becoming overwhelmed by his ministrations as he massaged her pussy lips with moist fingers. Clive let his fingers back into her slowly and used his other hand to begin toying with her clitoris. He worked it expertly and Helen could no longer help but vocalise her pleasure. Clive smiled at her soft moans. After several minutes of this acute attention, Helen suddenly tensed and her cries became a quiet whimper as she came. The warmth of her orgasm pulsed throughout her body and Helen lost herself in those glorious moments.

"Was that good for you?" Clive asked, licking his fingers of Helen's juices.

"Amazing!" Helen beamed, her body still shaking a little. She shifted herself so she was resting more comfortably on the pillow. Whilst Adam was definitely capable of getting her off, there was something about the subtle attention Clive gave her with his fingers that sent her into ecstasy.

Clive repositioned himself to bring himself closer to Helen. He brought his head to Helen's hair and breathed her in.

"You smell divine," he told her. Helen blushed at the compliment. Clive stroked her cheek and her lips gently with his hand. Helen kissed the familiar palm that was being piloted by a relative stranger and pushed it away, shuffling herself back down the bed. Her blonde hair fell around Clive's lap, and she happily popped the head of his cock into her mouth. She rarely gave Adam a blowjob, but after that performance she felt Clive deserved one.

Clive breathed in sharply and rocked his hips forward in response to this attention. One of Helen's hands teased his balls as she slowly sucked at his cock. Clive's hands brushed her hair and massaged her scalp as Helen continued to lick and suck. As Helen maintained a steady pace, she suddenly felt the dick pulling away.

"Hold on," Clive explained. Helen let his cock slip out of her mouth and looked up, surprised. "Let's do this the old fashioned way." Helen was guided up by Clive and he kissed her as he pulled her onto his lap. She placed her arms on his shoulders and felt his hands parting her lips again. Clive pressed his borrowed cock along the length of her slit, and Helen squeezed her legs around him. Her neighbour moved up in one determined thrust and he was inside her, stretching her. Helen gasped and fell against Clive. Did Adam's cock always feel that big? Or maybe it was the way the mature man used it.

Clive began to pull out and then thrust back in slowly so that Helen could feel every inch of him. Her hips dipped to meet his and match his slow and steady rhythm. They rocked together for a while but gradually Clive began to quicken the pace and his breathing became deeper. He started to moan and grunt, making Helen quiver in delight. Why wasn't Adam more vocal during sex? Without warning, Clive cried out and erupted inside her, driving himself even further. Helen felt his cock swelling just before he was spent, which almost set her off again. Clive collapsed back into the pillows and Helen let herself rest on top of him, their bodies still entwined together.

"Well, how was that?" Clive asked between gasped breaths.

"It was very different," Helen said with a smile. "In a very good way." She shuffled herself off of Clive to lay beside him, stroking his chest. Helen found herself wondering what this would be like the other way round. Would Adam pilot Clive's body as well as Clive had piloted his?

Helen began to think about Adam, and how he was getting on. The happy fog of afterglow began to lift as Helen questioned whether she had gone too far. Would he understand why she'd done this?