He agrees to play the cuck

He had taken a little convincing, but Helen had eventually talked Adam round. The idea of playing out Donna's fantasy was too much for either of them to resist, and the added kink of Adam being a cuckold in Clive made the whole thing even hotter.

Helen had spent the rest of the evening exploring Donna's memories and fantasies as she continued to dress up and admire herself in the mirror. Adam stayed on the bed, content to watch his girlfriend's antics and occasionally comment on the outfits she was wearing. One outfit in particular caught his attention. It was a tight sweater dress, made from soft, dark blue cashmere that hugged her curves. Donna had a beautiful pair of legs, and the dress came down mid-thigh, giving a generous glimpse of her smooth skin. Helen paired the dress with a pair of high-heeled ankle boots. The heel was only modest, but the slight raise gave her legs a great shape.

This was the outfit that Helen chose to wear the following day when she went to Donna's place of work. Donna worked for a property management company as a financial advisor, and the office was a modern building on the outskirts of town.

Navigating the drive with Donna's memory, Helen pulled into the parking space and stepped out the car. As she made her way across the car park, the sound of her heels clacking against the concrete, Helen felt more confident and sexy than she ever had in her own body. Her hips swung seductively as she walked, and the soft fabric of the dress slid across her thighs and hugged her hips.

Helen walked into the reception and headed straight for the lifts. There were two people already waiting, a middle aged man in a suit and a young blonde woman dressed in a smart skirt and blouse.

"Hello, Donna," the young woman said cheerfully. Her gaze wandered over Helen's body, taking in her outfit. "Wow, you look fantastic."

"Thanks, Rachel," Helen replied, drawing her name from Donna's memories. She felt the eyes of the man standing next to her wander over her body, but he remained silent. "I thought I'd dress up a bit today."

Rachel grinned. "I hope I have a figure like yours when I'm your age."

Helen laughed. In reality she was probably the same age as Rachel, but thanks to the spell book, she was in possession of Donna's mature, curvaceous body.

"You've got a fair few years until you're my age," she chuckled, her eyes darting over the younger woman's slender body. The man standing next to her was watching the exchange, and Helen could sense his arousal. His gaze darted between her and Rachel, and he was shifting slightly on his feet, clearly uncomfortable.

The lift arrived and the three of them stepped inside. Helen saw the man reaching for the button and made sure her hand touched his as she did the same. The touch was fleeting, but enough to make his eyes widen and his breath catch.

"Oh, sorry," she murmured.

"That's alright," he said softly. His gaze was fixed on her, and she noticed his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. He shuffled away slightly, putting a few more inches between them.

The lift began to rise, and Helen decided to be cheeky. She sent an erotic command into the man's mind, urging him to get a little closer to her. She watched with a smirk as he slowly moved back towards her, closing the gap between them.

She could tell that Rachel had noticed, her eyebrows raised and her gaze darting between her and the man. Helen smiled sweetly at her, and Rachel's cheeks flushed pink.

The man was now stood so close behind Helen, she could feel his breath on the back of her neck. She let a hand drop behind her back, brushing her fingers against the front of his trousers. His breath hitched, and she could feel his bulge beneath his trousers, pressing against her.

Rachel was staring, her eyes wide and her lips parted. The young woman's cheeks were a rosy red, and Helen could tell she didn't know what to say. She smiled and winked, and Rachel's face grew even redder.

As the lift stopped on the second floor, Rachel hurriedly pressed the button to open the doors and exited.

"It was nice talking to you, Rachel," Helen called after her. She could hear the other woman giggling as she hurried away.

Once the lift doors closed again, Helen felt the man's hands settle on her hips, and she pressed back against him. His erection was now completely hard, pressing into her buttocks through the soft fabric of her dress.

"I'm sorry," he murmured, his hands moving up to grip her waist. "I just can't help myself. You're just so..."

"Sexy?" Helen whispered, her voice low.

"Yes," he breathed. "God, yes. I'm sorry, I'm being such a creep."

Helen rubbed her buttocks back against him, feeling his hardness between her cheeks.

"Mmm," she moaned. "It's alright, I don't mind."

The man gasped, his grip tightening on her waist. "Oh, fuck," he groaned.

Before either of them could say another word, the lift arrived at Donna's floor and the doors slid open. She reluctantly stepped forward, moving out of the man's grip.

"I have to get off here," she murmured, stepping out of the lift. She turned and smiled at the man, his face flushed and his expression dazed. "Bye."

She blew him a kiss as the lift doors closed. He didn't reply, but she heard him sigh softly.

"I think I'm going to enjoy this body," Helen mused.