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Helen laid there, her mind still spinning from her orgasms. She hadn't felt that good in a long time, not since the days when her and Adam had first started dating. But then, having sex with the real Clive in possession of Adam's body had been something else entirely. Swapping her boyfriend and neighbour's bodies had certainly made sex exciting, and she hadn't felt so alive in a long while.

'Clive' eased his cock out of her, and flopped onto the sofa beside her. He panted and stared up at the ceiling, a satisfied smile on his face.

"That was amazing," he said. "You were amazing."

Helen glanced over at the body of the fifty-something man she had just fucked and grinned. He looked thoroughly worn out, and she imagined she must look the same. His cock glistened with her juices, and she could feel his seed trickling down her leg.

"It was," Helen replied, her breathing returning to normal. She leaned forward and took a sip of her tea, which had cooled considerably. She wrinkled her nose and put the cup back on the table.

"You should probably get home before my wife comes back," 'Clive' said as he straightened his clothes and sat up.

Helen rolled her eyes. Having Adam stuck behaving like a middle-aged man was no longer amusing. She wanted to bask in the afterglow a little longer and having her lover pretend to be her neighbour was ruining the moment.

"Adam, enough," Helen snapped. "I release you from the Thespian spell."

With a blink and a shake of the head, Adam was freed from the restrictions imposed by the Thespian spell. A look of confusion passed over his face, before being replaced by a scowl.

"Why did you do that?" he demanded, his voice a low growl.

"What do you mean, why did I do that?" Helen replied. "You should be grateful you can act normal now."

"I mean why did you put me in this situation in the first place? In Clive's wrinkly old body and **** me to pretend to be him."

Helen did her best not to laugh at the sight of Clive's features contorted by Adam's angry scowl, his flaccid cock flopping around as he gestured wildly.

"You weren't as into the spellbook as me," Helen countered. "So I decided to **** you to get a taste for it."

"Why didn't you just talk to me about it then?"

Helen bowed her head, a flush of shame spreading across her cheeks. "You know why. I was pissed off at you. But I'm not anymore."

Adam's face softened and he sighed. "Look, I appreciate you're trying to keep things exciting. But can you just tell me next time? I don't mind if you use the spellbook to spice things up."

Helen's face lit up. "You mean it?"

Adam nodded. "Yes, but I don't want any more surprises." He looked down at Clive's body and shuddered.

Helen bit her lip. "So you're not a fan of Clive's body then?"

Adam grabbed his soft, floppy cock and shook his head. "It's not my ideal body, no."

Helen smirked. "I kind of like it. He's got a certain mature charm about him."

Adam raised an eyebrow. "You like him better than me?"

"Oh no," Helen replied, leaning over and placing her hand on Adam's knee. "I love your body, and your cock is amazing. But the thrill of fucking a man his age was so exhilarating."

Adam's expression relaxed, the tension draining from his face.

"I can understand that," he admitted. "The taboo nature of the whole thing makes it a lot more exciting."

"Exactly," Helen exclaimed. "And don't worry, I won't use the spellbook to influence you again. From now on, we'll discuss it first."

"Good," Adam replied. "Now can you get me back into my own body please?"