Checking in on Adam stuck as Clive

Adam was sitting on Clive and Donna's sofa utterly baffled as to what was happening. He was unable to influence Clive's body which he was essentially trapped in. He had tried several times to even wiggle his fingers, but failed every time. He had eventually given up and was now watching whatever gameshow Donna had put on. She was ignoring him completely and apparently enraptured by the show.

After resigning himself to the current situation, Adam had moved on to thinking about how he had ended up like this. He must have upset Helen, but how? He replayed the last few days when it suddenly hit him. He was being punished for not taking enough of an interest in the spellbook as Helen would have liked him to. She had a tendency to be passive aggressive rather than say outright what was bothering her. Adam realised now he should have done more to make up for not playing his part in the pub possession game.

If Adam was going to get back into Helen's good books he couldn't just stew on the sofa, trapped in his middle-aged neighbour's body. One last time, Adam focused on moving of his own volition. Initially it felt the same as before; Clive's body continued to move automatically, but suddenly he felt in control of his right arm. It began to twitch violently and then, after a strange snapping sensation, Adam was in control. The rest of his neighbour's body followed shortly, and finally he was operating things himself.

He turned to Donna, who was sitting on the same sofa to Adam's right, and tried to speak to her.

"How are you finding the programme today, dear?" Adam asked.

"It's been quite good today, don't you think?" Donna responded absent-mindedly.

'Hang on a minute,' Adam thought in confusion. 'I didn't want to ask Donna that.' He had attempted to ask her if she had seen Helen with a mysterious book, but his borrowed mouth had asked a mundane question. Perhaps he hadn't fully broken Helen's spell that **** him to behave like Clive? Adam realised he wouldn't be able to make any hints towards knowledge of the spellbook, but perhaps he could have a little fun. He didn't know how long he was going to be stuck as Clive, who was lucky enough to have a foxy mature woman as his partner.

Adam turned his head away from the television to examine the woman that was essentially now his wife. Donna's profile was still very striking for a woman of her advanced years. She was wearing a loose fitting green dress that suited her figure and her slender legs wore a pair of black tights. Adam could feel his borrowed cock hardening as his eyes rested on Donna's nylon covered feet.

"Would you like me to give you a foot-massage, dear?" Adam said. He felt a small buzz of excitement as he realised he had actually verbalised what he intended to say.

"That would be nice, thank you Clive," Donna replied. She kept her eyes on the TV screen but stretched out her legs so they brushed up against Adam's right thigh. He shifted over towards her and placed both of Donna's feet on his lap. Adam began to forget his current predicament as he focused on the surprisingly dainty feet of his fifty-something neighbour. There was something bizarrely erotic about being **** to assume someone else's identity but using it to his own kinky advantage.

"Are you going to massage them or just stare at them?" Donna enquired, making Adam jump.

"Yes, of course. Sorry dear," he replied obediently. He started by lightly brushing his fingers over Donna's soles, enjoying the feeling of the thick nylon against his fingers. Adam then worked her left heel in the palm of his hand and gently rubbed the sole with his thumb. He could feel Donna relaxing as he moved his attention to her other foot. Adam began to knead each of Donna's feet in his hands. He felt his cock twitch as she let out a contended sigh. Donna's body sank down into the cushions on the sofa, a hint of a smile showing on her face.

"How does that feel?" Adam asked, already knowing the answer.

"Wonderful darling," Donna purred. "Why have you never offered to do this before?"

Adam didn't reply, but instead focused on teasing Donna's toes. She let out another soft moan, building Adam's confidence on what he was hoping to do next. He had kept Donna's feet on his right thigh, but now he shifted slightly closer to her so her heels rested on his raging boner. His cock was throbbing and he could feel pre-cum oozing into his underwear. Adam couldn't help but gently thrust his hips upwards to grind his cock into Donna's feet.

"Clive, are you getting excited from all this?" To Adam's delight, Donna didn't sound too upset by his thrusting movements.

"Maybe a little," he answered lamely, hoping desperately she'd allow him to continue.

"Go on then, get it out."

Adam didn't need anymore encouragement. He unzipped his trousers and popped out Clive's penis, seeing it for the first time. It was a decent sized cock, but Adam felt some pride in knowing his had the edge. Briefly he remembered that Clive currently had possession of his bigger dick. Dismissing this thought for now, Adam placed the sole of each nylon encased foot on either side of his penis. He gloried in the tingling touch of Donna's toes. Adam moved his hands up to each of her calves and stroked the silky tights. He rocked his hips as Donna squeezed her feet around his member.

"Oh heavens this feels good," Adam moaned, meaning to say something a little more explicit. Donna was apparently pleased to hear him vocalise his enjoyment and began to work him more urgently. She bounced her legs on his lap, his cock twitching and pulsating from all the attention. His pre-cum was painting glistening streaks across Donna's black tights.

It wasn't long until Adam could feel his balls begin to tighten. He was going to cum, and cum hard. He looked over at the mature woman that was blessing him with this footjob and smiled at what he could see. Donna had a giddy look of excitement at how she was getting her 'husband' off. Her dress had slipped upwards and Adam was getting a clear view of her lacy knickers peaking from underneath her opaque tights. This image and Donna's stimulation was enough to make Adam's cock erupt in orgasm. He gasped as a huge stream of spunk shot into the air, landing on Donna's shins. Thankfully she continued to bounce her feet, and further surges of semen squirted from Adam's shaft. He had never cum so forcefully or so much. It was evident Clive wasn't able to shoot his load off that often.

"That was amazing, darling," Adam panted, caressing Donna's left thigh. Perhaps being stuck as Clive wouldn't be so bad after all.