Helen plays dress up in her new body

Helen had spent the last hour or so exploring Donna's wardrobe and admiring herself in the full length mirror. The middle-aged woman had a fabulous collection of clothes and jewellery, and Helen had tried on several outfits.

She was currently wearing a pair of tight jeans and a pink, low cut sweater. Donna's tits filled out the sweater nicely, the material stretched taut across her chest. The neckline was wide and dipped below her breasts, allowing the top of her bra to peek out. Helen was particularly fond of the outfit because it allowed her to show off her cleavage, something she never would have been able to do in her own body.

Her own tits were quite small, and she'd never felt comfortable showing off her body. But in possession of Donna's curvy form, Helen was feeling more confident than ever.

Adam was sat on the bed watching her as she admired herself in the mirror. He had found himself becoming quite aroused by her antics. His cock was half-hard in his trousers, and he couldn't take his eyes off the swell of her large breasts and the curve of her pert arse.

"She has so many nice clothes," Helen mused. She turned and looked over her shoulder, glancing at her arse. She reached her hand back and ran it over the tight denim, her fingers tracing the crack of her butt. "And such a lovely bum," she added.

"It does look great," Adam replied. His gaze wandered over the woman in front of him, taking in the whole package. He still wasn't thrilled about being trapped in Clive's body, but enjoying the view was helping.

"I've been poking around her mind whilst I've been playing dress up," Helen continued, her eyes sparkling. "Since becoming more active in the church, Donna's been dressing a lot more modestly, even in her own home."

Adam considered this for a moment, a frown creasing his brow. They had only known Donna for a few weeks, but each time he'd seen her she was wearing smart but sexy clothes. Blouses that clung to her large breasts, skirts that ended just above the knee and accentuated her figure. Maybe she was dressing more modestly, but she certainly wasn't dressing frumpily.

"I think you're over exaggerating," he finally said. "She's hardly a nun."

"She used to be pretty slutty," Helen countered. "And her sexual fantasies are even dirtier than mine."

"Really?" Adam asked, raising an eyebrow. "That is surprising. Since I've been stuck in this old man's body, I've only found memories of Clive and Donna having vanilla, missionary style sex. He's tried to spice it up a few times, but she wasn't having any of it."

"That's not what I've found," Helen replied, her tone matter of fact. "In her fantasies, Donna is a real whore. She's fantasised about fucking her boss, a couple of the guys at the church and even her brother-in-law. And those are just the ones that have come to the forefront of her mind. She's definitely thought about you, Adam. The day we moved in, she was picturing herself sucking your cock while I watched."

"Fucking hell," Adam murmured. "Sounds like she wants to shag anyone but poor old Clive."

"Pretty much," Helen giggled. "That'll be why she's not interested in trying new things. She's not really that into him."

"But Clive's not a bad looking bloke," Adam contested, becoming a bit defensive of his host's appearance. "I mean you were happy to shag me in his body. Why wouldn't she be?"

"I think the flame has burned out a bit, and she's bored with him." Helen shrugged and turned back to the mirror, adjusting the front of her sweater so her cleavage was even more prominent. "She's been going to church more because she's guilty about how unfaithful she's been in her head. But it's only making things worse. Her desires are building up, and she's **** to act on them." Helen turned to face Adam, a salacious grin on her face. "Maybe I should help her with that."

Adam's hands gripped the bedspread beneath him. He could sense where Helen was going with this and was both excited and a bit nervous.

"What about me?" he asked. "How do I figure into your plans?"

"You could possess the guys she's fantasised about," Helen purred. "You could be her boss, the guy at the church, or her brother-in-law. Can you imagine how hot that would be, acting out all her dirty little fantasies?"

"Yeah," Adam breathed. "I guess it would be hot."

"Or," Helen continued, moving closer to him. She perched on the end of the bed and leaned towards him. "You could stay as Clive and be a cuckold, watching and listening as your wife gets fucked by all her fantasy men."

Adam's cock was now fully erect, pressing against the fabric of his trousers. His heart pounded in his chest and he swallowed, trying to remain calm.

"Jesus, Helen," he murmured. "That sounds pretty fucked up."

"Don't lie," Helen smirked, her eyes flitting down to his crotch. "You're clearly enjoying the idea. I'm getting pretty worked up myself."

"But how would you make sure these men go along with it?" Adam asked.

"I can manipulate people's thoughts, remember," Helen replied. "I can encourage them to want her, to desire her. And once they've fucked me, I can make them forget."

Adam didn't speak. He sat there, staring at his girlfriend in Donna's stunning body as his brain raced through a hundred different possibilities. It was certainly a very appealing idea, and the thought of being a cuckold was more exciting than he would have expected. He hoped this was Clive's fantasy, and not his own.