Jesse tests the waters with you

That evening, you returned home from work to find Jesse in your bed, your comforter draped over her tits to protect her modesty. Even though you'd seen her naked several times, Jesse treated each time as your first, and always needed a certain level of sensitivity towards disrobing in front of you.

"Turn the lights off." Jesse asked the moment you entered. You obliged.

"Already going to bed?" You smirked as you started to remove your tie.

"I wanted to do something nice for you."

You could see the form of Jesse's body approaching you in the darkness, lifting your sheets up to cover her as she reached you. You heard the sheets drop as she placed her hands on your chest, the soft velvet feeling of her hair against your neck, burying herself into you.

"I want you to be happy." Her breath was hot against your Adam's apple.

"I am happy." You hugged her close. This wasn't unusual. Jesse always needed a bimonthly pep talk regarding your feelings towards her, her body, and your relationship. "I love you. I love your body. I love this." You grabbed a handful of her fat ass.

"You're always so sweet," She kissed your clavicle, "I want you to do something for me, John. I want you to make love to me. But when you're inside me, I want you to imagine Joan."

"What?" This was news to you. Jesse was always fairly vanilla in the bedroom. You had taken a questionnaire to see if any of your kinks matched up and the only ones that matched up were that you liked sex and oral. When she asked if you were disappointed in the results, you kindly feigned that you were satisfied.

"Please don't ask questions. I just need you to do this for me. I need you to imagine you're inside Joan. I want you to call me by her name. I want you to do all the things to me that you'd do to Joan."

You gave a hesitant nod, concerned that you might be walking into a trap. It wouldn't surprise you if you did exactly as you were told, only to have Jesse start a fight with you mid-coitus. You've always been attracted to Joan. She had a tight petite body with flaming red hair. Who wouldn't want to fuck her? While she seemed crazy fun, she also seemed a bit, well, crazy, and you couldn't imagine leaving sweet, reliable Jesse for her. But if this is what Jesse wants and she was finally showing a kinky side, you weren't about to argue.

You unbuckled your belt, "Get on your knees and suck my cock, Joan."

Jesse shuddered against you. Doing as she was told, she fell to hr knees, pulling your pants down with her. She nuzzled into your boxers, placing her nose against your cock and breathing you in. She was being much more attentive than usual, as if pretending to be Joan made her feel sexier. Normally Jesse's blowjobs were straightforward without technique, a utility with the objective of cumming and nothing else. All about the destination and not the journey. Now she was taking her time, building tension, slipping your head just above the waistline of your boxer shorts and tonguing your head.

Not being able to wait anymore, you grabbed the back of her head and shoved your cock into her mouth. She wanted you to treat her how you'd treat Joan? This is how.

"You let me know if this is too rough, alright?" That annoyed Jesse. You were breaking character. Thrusting into her face, you imagined the nubile sexpot looking up at you. You imagined grabbing onto her firey red hair. From Jesse's point of view, looking up in your eyes she saw something she hadn't seen before -- lust, need. Your eyebrows furrowed as you buried your cock in her throat, imagining the trained tongue of Joan expertly treating your cock to a mouth bath.

"Fuck your mouth feels good, Joan," You moaned. At you using Joan's name, Jesse huffed around your cock and began touching herself. She wanted more. "Oh, Joan. Your tongue. Fuck."

Jesse redoubled her efforts, finally utilizing all those techniques you'd shown her in porn. As Jesse, she couldn't bring herself to do all of those dirty things, but as Joan? She could be your dream whore. She wrapped a hand around your length and swirled her tongue around your head, playing with your banjo string. At one point, she even started to play with your balls.

You felt yourself getting close to cumming. This couldn't end just yet.

"I need to fuck you, Joan"

Jesse jumped on your bed and spread her legs. "Take me anyway you want, John."