a new set of wishes

"I think what I want is complicated enought that it needs to be broken up into multiple wishes," she announced.

Tom gave a quizzical look. "What is it that you want exactly?"

Sarah tilted her head from side to side, making a "hmmm" sound. "Well, basically I want to know everything and be able to do everything she does. I want to be able to 'become' her when I want. But I want to still be me - not to be in the background while 'camgirl Sarah' is in the driver's seat. Or worse, like it is now, to not even be there at all - I'm someone else until you bring me back and I just remember everything that happened. That's ok for a little while I guess, but I don't want to be that way for an extended period."

"Yeah, I guess I can see that," Tom admitted but still hoping he would get time with 'camgirl Sarah' as she called her.

"Let's try these in order. First, wish that I would gain all of camgirl Sarah's memories but that they would be distinct from my own - like they were from my favorite movie that I had watched hundreds of times," she ordered.

Tom took the coin in his hand and looked at it for a moment, debating how to proceed. He shrugged. Perhaps the most obvious solution was best. "I wish that Sarah would change in the way the she just stated."

Sarah jerked slightly and shook her head. "Whoah, that's ALOT of info. But that seems to have worked. I can sort through her life almost like I lived it myself, but it's clear what was her's versus mine." She paused, making a wry smile.

"Well, mostly. You know how when you think back on when you were younger and it's not always clear what actually happened? Like when you think you remember getting lost as a kid but then you realize it was a movie you saw? It's kinda like that. I may confuse things sometimes but I'm still me ... at least I feel like me," she explained.

Tom stared at her for several seconds. Maybe Sarah was on to something with this approach. If this worked he could get the best of both worlds - a sexy, experienced, dirty camgirl who was also his loving wife. "Okay, if you're good with this we can go on."

She nodded. "Yes, let's get to it. Now wish that I had all of camgirls Sarah's skills and abilities in addition to my own. I want to be able to do all the stuff she can."

"Sounds simple enough," Tom said, and repeated his previous wish. There was no visible effect on Sarah this time. "Anything different?" he asked.

She looked thoughtful for a moment, then nodded. "Yeah...there is," she said slowly. "If I think about it - anything sexual, acting on camera, whatever. I just know how to do it. I mean now I not only remember it like from a movie, I can feel myself doing it all. Honestly, it feels pretty weird. Like, I KNOW how to do great anal, and I remember doing it and enjoying it many times, but at the same time the idea of doing it again is NOT appealing. You know me, Tom - what I like and don't like. So it's confusing. Give me a sec..."

Tom waited patiently while Sarah sorted through her new memories and skills. She sighed. "Let's try one more to help with that. If I'm going to live this life for awhile, clearly I need more than her memories and skills. How about this for the last one? Wish that I can choose to put on and take off camgirl Sarah's personality almost like a mask, as if I were an incredible method actor getting into a role. When I put on the mask, I will feel and enjoy everything exactly as Camgirl Sarah did—her pleasures, her kinks, her shameless excitement—as if they were mine in that moment. When I take it off, I’ll remember it as a performance I chose, but still vividly recall the pleasures I felt.”"

Tom raised one eyebrow. 'Interesting...' he muttered, wondering how that was going to work out. It sounded like he might get to spend time with the camgirl version of Sarah after all! He made the wish again.

Sarah widened her eyes. "Ohh, THAT feels different..." She looked around the room, down at herself, then at Tom and smiled. "Let's test this out," she said suggestively.

Tom leaned back against the headboard, watching his wife—no, not his wife, not exactly—prowl toward him. There was a glimmer in Sarah’s eyes he hadn’t seen before, and it wasn’t just lust. It was performance.

She paused in front of him, resting one hand on her hip, the other tugging at her bra strap like she was already on camera. Her voice softened, but it carried a wicked lilt.

“Okay, lover. Quick ground rule,” she whispered, eyes locking on his. “When I slip into her, I am her. Don’t expect your sweet little wife, don’t expect hesitation. I’m gonna treat you exactly like I’d treat the guys watching me online. You got that?”

Tom nodded dumbly, his heart racing.

Her lips curved into a predatory grin. “Good. Now shut up. The show’s starting.”

And then it was like a switch flipped. Sarah dropped into a crouch at the foot of the bed, knees spread, her hair tumbling wild around her face. She looked up at him not with affection but with raw, practiced hunger.

“Mmm, fuck, look at this thick cock just waiting for me,” she moaned, dragging her nails up his thighs in exaggerated slow strokes. She tilted her head toward the mirror on the dresser like it was a camera lens, pouting for it. “You boys watching this? You know you wish you were him. You wish you could feel how hard he is right now, pulsing in my hands.”

Tom’s breath hitched. She wasn’t talking to him anymore, not directly—she was playing to an audience, an imaginary one, and it made his cock twitch even harder.

Sarah licked the tip with a long, curling sweep of her tongue, moaning obscenely, then slid him halfway into her mouth with a practiced gulp. She pulled back with a wet smack, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

“God, he tastes so fucking good. You guys don’t even know how jealous you should be.”

Then she dove back down, bobbing her head in fast, sloppy strokes, spit dripping onto his balls. She made loud, exaggerated **** sounds, pulling off to gasp theatrically. “Mmm! You hear that, chat? That’s me taking him raw down my throat. Fucking love it.”

Tom groaned, gripping the sheets. Every second she stayed in character, his arousal spiked higher. It wasn’t just Sarah pleasuring him—it was the camgirl, the one he’d just been watching on screen, now in his bed, making him part of the fantasy.

She twisted her fist around the base of his cock and stroked as she spoke into the “camera,” her eyes glinting wickedly.

“I bet you’re all stroking with me right now. Don’t stop, boys. Don’t you fucking stop. This is what you came for.”

She swallowed him to the hilt suddenly, her throat relaxing with obscene ease, and Tom’s vision blurred as he gasped her name. Sarah pulled off with a laugh, wiping drool from her chin, then winked directly at him—no, at the camera.

“Not yet, baby. This show’s just getting started.”