Helen can't sleep

Helen climbed off her husband and lay down next to him, looking up at the ceiling as the waves of pleasure from the orgasm subsided.

Kent still felt a complicated knot of emotion due to his recent infidelity with Amanda Graves, while her husband had been right there in the room, being blown by a woman he barely knew! How would that affect things between them? Would Amanda and Richard keep it a secret from Helen? Should he be honest and tell his wife what had happened?

Despite the anxiety caused by these thoughts, he had spent himself for the second time that night and he felt sleep pulling at him. Within minutes, he was snoring softly.

Helen lay still, staring up at the ceiling. To her dismay, the orgasm had not quenched the fires that seemed to have been ignited within her. The sex with her husband had only given her temporary satisfaction and she already felt the heat of her dark lusts rising again.

Rising carefully from the bed, making sure not to wake her sleeping husband, she made her way to the bathroom. She hoped that a shower might help to cool her down.

As she entered the bathroom and switched on the light, she gasped when she looked at the mirror. Her reflection stood with hands on wide hips, still wearing the clothes she’d worn in her dream earlier. The narrow waist cinched tightly into the shiny black PVC corset, accentuating her hourglass figure to wonderful effect. Her arms and legs clad in the gleaming black latex gloves and stockings. Her beautiful throat encircled by the black leather collar with its silver spikes.

Her reflection smiled sexily at her. “Hi honey. Did you miss me?”

Helen backed away and her naked back pressed against the shower cabinet. “This can’t be. I must still be dreaming! Am I still lying on the floor in the Varko house?”

Her reflection shook her head. “Oh no, Helen dear. This is no dream. As I told you earlier, I am you. The REAL you. The one you keep locked away, for fear that you might actually get some fun out of life.”

Helen shook her head. “No, no, it’s not true!”

“You can’t lie to yourself any more, Helen. You want to be me. You ARE me. You want all the wonderful pleasures I can bring you…”

With that, the vision of herself as a fetish goddess faded and she saw herself engaging in a torrid threesome. Zoltan was fucking her from behind while she straddled Richard Graves! Her husband’s friend was slamming his cock in and out of her pussy while the brutish Varko driver was fucking her up the ass! Then Amanda Graves appeared, her luscious body dressed in a skin-tight red latex cat-suit. She positioned herself in front of Helen, then turned round and bent over. Reaching back, she pulled open a zipper, revealing her ass and pussy.

Looking back over her shoulder, she hissed, “Lick me, bitch.” Helen felt her heart begin to race and her loins boil with lust as she watched herself lean forward and extend her tongue towards her gorgeous friend’s pussy…

Then the image changed again, and now she saw herself in her classroom back home, but the scene was very different from what she was used to. She saw herself standing on a desk in the center of the room, stripping off her conservative teacher’s clothes to reveal shiny black lingerie underneath, while dancing seductively like a seasoned stripper for her male students, who sat in a circle, whooping and shouting encouragement.

As her gorgeous body was revealed, displayed to great effect by the scandalous latex underwear, she watched the young men pulling out their stiff young cocks and begin pumping them in their fists as they watched her slide the tiny thong from between her tight ass-cheeks and down her toned thighs…

Unconsciously, one of Helen’s hands moved to her chest and caressed her stiff nipples while her other hand crept between her legs and began rubbing at her throbbing clit while she watched the erotic scenes unfolding in the mirror.

Next, the scene changed again and now she was saw herself on her knees in front of Arman Varko, sliding her beautiful head up and down the length of his huge, hard cock, her glossy lips gripping the shaft tightly as she deep-throated it repeatedly. But she gasped in horror as she saw Stacy, her own daughter, standing behind her with her hands on her mother’s head, guiding it up and down the billionaire’s cock.

Her daughter looked very different. Her long chestnut hair was now dyed pitch black, with blood-red streaks. Her naked body now sported various tattoos, featuring demonic beings and occult symbols. She sported many piercings too. Nipples, clit, labia. She saw two silver studs in her daughter’s tongue as it disappeared into Arman’s mouth to kiss him deeply and fiercely.

Then the image cleared and the darkly seductive version of herself appeared again, smiling wickedly at her from the other side of the glass.

“All these delights can be yours, Helen. You only need to accept me, and admit who you truly are.”

Helen’s mind was awhirl and her body on fire with lust as she stepped falteringly towards the mirror…