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It was an ordinary Saturday afternoon. There was nothing to do that weekend, just a lazy day at home. An evil, red baker which used to contain leftover casserole stared at me from across the room. Returning that baker was the only thing I had to do that weekend. It belonged to my wife’s identical twin sister, Julie. She had visited us the week prior for a dinner party and had brought over a casserole. I don’t remember what type it was, I never touched it. My wife, Jessica, finished the leftover casserole yesterday and tasked me with returning the washed container today. It had been a long week at the Hospital I work at. My boss was out all week because his wife just had a baby. That meant I had to take care of a lot of his responsibilities. I was overworked and prepared to lay around all weekend.
“You didn’t leave yet?” Jessica scoffed. She pointed to the baker sitting on the island counter. It was her sister’s property I didn’t know why I had to return it but every decent man knows not to say such things aloud to his wife.
“Alright, alright, I’ll get going,” I huffed. In an over exaggerated manner, I got up from the couch. The stupid container seemingly smiled at me. It knew it was ruining my afternoon plans. It wasn’t alive or sentient, but it knew.
The drive to Julie’s house was not long. She lived about thirty minutes away from us. The twins didn’t move far from their parents as both of our households are only an hour from their childhood home where their parents still live. This was one of many ways in which Julie and Jessica were similar. Obviously, as identical twins they had the exact same appearance. They thought similarly, both majored in biology, got jobs in labs and share a variety of the same hobbies, music taste and show preferences. It’s odd when they’re together they almost speak in their own language. Jessica could say one word and somehow an entire sentence of information is passed to Julie. I’ll never understand it.
Finally, I arrived at the doorstep of my wife’s doppelgänger sister. Julie got divorced two years back, no kids, but a heartbreaking split nonetheless. She ended up with a lot of money though. Jessica nags me constantly about the house Julie can afford on her own, the self-driving Tesla she bought, the kitchen she remodeled. Julie has it all and all to herself.
The doorbell rung in harmony with the wind chimes. When Julie opened the door I was reminded of how different she was from my wife. Identical twins meant they both look the same but someone like me could tell the difference. It’s actually easy if you don’t look at her face. They both have the same light brown hair, light brown eyes, and flawless white skin. The best way to tell them apart was their body. Julie is a bit thicker than Jessica, though not by much. Jessica is a B cup and Julie is almost a C so they’re still pretty close. Of course I know these facts because Jessica tells me. I’m told they’re only ten to fifteen pounds away from being the same weight. This makes it barely noticeable to most, or to those who don’t know where to look. The face will never help you, the ass, thighs, belly, breasts, those will tell you everything. Last week, at the dinner party, I put this to the test. I’d ignore their faces and look at the features I listed, I’d ask myself which looked rounder, or fuller, and the one that was, was always Julie.
“Uh, hey,” Julie greeted nervously. She held the door open with one hand, arm fully extended. Her clothes were usually similar to Jessica’s, same taste and all, but not today. Instead of a sundress, Julie had on a black crop top and black leggings. This really showed off the difference in the two woman’s curves. Unfortunately, she looked too similar to my wife for my dick to know the difference. I could feel myself blush at the sight of Julie’s slightly more voluptuous figure.
“Hi, just wanted to return your casserole dish thing,” I announced. Julie didn’t react. My words hung in the air, waiting to be acknowledged. It was awkward enough to make my friendly smile fade. “Are you ok?”
Julie shook her head like an etch-a-sketch clearing before restarting. “I’m sorry, please come inside,” Julie replied.
“Oh no, I’m just here to return your-“
Julie cut me off. “No, I need to talk to you Rob,” she insisted. That was odd. Julie rarely talked to me one on one. Something was wrong. Then again I couldn’t tell. If something was wrong Julie would talk to Jessica because of their super twin bond. I felt an odd rush of uneasiness travel down my spine and settle in my stomach.
The front door clicked shut behind me. “I have to tell you something that’s gonna be difficult for you to hear,” Julie stated plainly. My face twisted in confusion. She took the baker from my hands and brought it into the kitchen. I followed her. Julie set the baker down in a cabinet inside her island counter.
“What is it?” I asked. Part of me just wanted to break the awkward silence, the odd tension that filled the room.
Julie fixed her eyes on mine. They didn’t move. Her lips started to move though no words came out. Eventually, she took a deep breath and looked down. “Rob, Jessica has been cheating on you.”
Her words were so foreign they didn’t even register. My wife was cheating on me? That didn’t make sense, there was no way. It was such a bizarre, unfamiliar sentence, it was almost another language. I remained silent. Instead of asking questions, my mind completely shut down. No thoughts, opinions, speech, just a blank void.
Julie decided to continue. “I know it’s hard to hear and it’s ok if you’re mad at me, I just thought you should know.”
My brain slowly came bursa eskort back to life like a zombie. “Wait, wait, wait, how do you know this?” my voice sounded the same, reality hadn’t phased me.
“I caught them in the act, her and some guy. It was before the dinner party, you were still at the Hospital and I came early to hangout with Jessica. I, um, I have proof, if you need it,” she explained. Her eyes glanced towards her phone for a moment. There must have been some pictures of my wife and, I guess, some guy on there.
“Show me,” I demanded in a tone I didn’t recognize. My heartbeat filled my body. All I heard and felt was the drum of my heartbeat.
Carefully, Julie picked up her phone as if it would shatter with the slightest touch. After a few taps she turned the screen to me. It was a picture of Jessica riding some dude cowgirl style. She bucked up and down, moaning a name that was not mine. “Shit, you took a video?” I gasped. It was rough to watch, my stomach flipped. I wanted to throw up. My mind told me to look away but my eyes refused. They were locked on the recording. This dude fucking my wife. I didn’t know him. He didn’t seem bigger than me or stronger, I didn’t understand.
“Sorry, I heard them when I came in and I didn’t know what to do. Maybe a picture would’ve been better?”
“Yeah,” I replied sharply. My fierce tone made her jump.
“I’m sorry. I just wanted you to clearly see it was her and not me.”
“Is this you?” I interrogated as if this was all a sick joke.
She placed a thin hand over her cleavage. “No, I know you can tell us apart. We don’t have the exact same, um, shape?” Julie clarified. Her hand fell from her chest. It was only there for a moment. She was hinting at the woman in the video having smaller breasts than her, or at least that’s what I thought. It was unfortunately not Julie in that video. My wife was cheating on me. All of a sudden I couldn’t bring myself to say her name. How could she do this? My face burned red hot.
“What the fuck?” I yelled. Julie’s eyes went wide.
“Calm down,” Julie instructed. She placed her hands on my strong chest, trying to keep me at bay.
“Calm down? Fuck that, I’m pissed!” I boomed.
“I know, I know,” Julie whispered.
I started storming toward the door. Julie dashed in front of me. I tried to move her out of the way, she kept blocking me. “You can’t go over there now, you’ll do something you’ll regret!” she warned. I didn’t care. I shoved her aside. She slid back in front of me. “Rob, trust me I’ve been there, I’ve felt how you feel right now. You can’t go over there seething with rage.”
“Why the hell not?”
“I can help you,” Julie pleaded. She gave me a big hug. Her tits pressed against me much more than Jessica’s. I could feel how round they were even when squeezed against me. I broke our embrace.
“How?” I spat.
“Two years ago I divorced my husband because he was cheating. I know you’ve been married longer than I was at the time, yet I think I know how you feel. I know it sounds wrong but throughout everything that happened with Jeremy, all I felt was the need to get even, to get revenge. More than anything I wanted to make him feel as broken and betrayed as I felt,” Julie confessed.
It had been a long time since I heard Julie mention Jeremy. He had struck me as a tool the moment I met him. I was glad when Julie divorced him, that man was never going to change. My situation felt a lot different though. There were no signs of Jessica being someone other than the sweet, loving wife I knew her to be. One thing was the same, how I felt. I felt broken and betrayed. I wished I could get back at Jessica but I didn’t have it in me to hurt her. “You think I should get back at her?” I questioned. Julie smiled and nodded. “If she’s cheating on me, she must not care all that much about me or anything I do,” I added.
“Trust me, she’ll care,” Julie beamed. Her smile didn’t look innocent. It was clear she had thought of a devilish plan.
“What should I do?” I asked.
Julie grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up, over her head. It fell to the floor with a soft thud. My eyes went wide, my jaw dropped. I couldn’t help myself, I scanned her beautiful body up and down. Julie’s tits were definitely bigger than Jessica’s. When she had clothes on they looked similar, once her shirt came off I could clearly see they were at least a cup bigger. Her tits strained the cups of her bra. My eyes lowered to Julie’s midriff. Having more curves meant she had a slightly rounder tummy too. I found women with a little bit of a belly pooch kinda sexy though. To me it was a sign she was a truly voluptuous woman. It was still small though, no rolls, marks or blemishes. It was also completely contained within the waistband of her yoga pants, the perfect size. Eventually it occurred to me neither of us had said anything in a while. Julie’s actions spoke for herself. She wanted me to hookup with her to get back at Jessica.
“Julie what are you-“
Julie stepped forward and kissed me. She pulled my head down with one hand and clung to my chest with the other. My erection pressed against my pants while her bulging breasts pressed against me. We made out only for a few seconds before I pushed her away.
“Julie, we can’t. I’m married to your sister!” I scolded.
She hopped backwards, purposely making her tits bounce. “Oh? You mean my sister who cheated on you? Who has been cheating on you for weeks?”
“Weeks?”
“I only have proof of the one time I caught her but, yes Rob, weeks.”
My body grew hot. There were so many emotions boiling inside escort bursa me at once. None were overpowering the others, each mixed and flowed together. Julie slinked closer in a catwalk strut that put me in a trance. The way her ripe thighs slid against each other as she slowly sauntered toward me was astoundingly hypnotizing. Her body, her curves, her sultry tone, everything was hypnotizing. It was just like a sexier, thicker version of my wife. How could I resist?
“I can’t cheat, even if she cheated,” I said weekly. Julie smiled and placed both her hands on my chest, resting her elbows on my abs, begging me to bend down to kiss her.
“Why not? You can get back at her, hurt her more than she hurt you. She loves me more than anything, you could devastate her so easily. I look just like her, it won’t even feel wrong. Do you not want to get even? You don’t want this?” Julie questioned as she grabbed my crotch through my jeans. When I peered down all I could see was her brilliant face staring up at me and her immense cleavage rubbing against me. She looked so much like my wife it was hard not to give in. My body took over. I surrendered to the avalanche of emotions stirring within my soul. I kissed Julie back, hungrily. I grabbed one of her tight asscheeks in one hand. Her thin leggings left little to the imagination. She had a nice ass, much better than Jessica’s. My cock throbbed at the thought of fucking her.
“No,” I pulled away.
“Yes!” Julie hissed. “Ever since Jessica met you I’ve always had feelings for you. That night all those years ago I remember she brought you home to meet the family and I felt tingling all through my body. Even when I met Jeremy I still wanted you. Jessica got, you, the man of my dreams and treated you like shit! You have to let go, you’re finally mine! We can both get back at her right now!”
There would be no more persuasion I had endured as long as I could. Part of me wondered if Julie liked me because, well, identical twins sometimes think and feel similarly. Julie unbuttoned my shirt. Her chest rose and fell with every breath. Suddenly, I realized this was a dream come true for her. She acted like an animal starved for sex. Before I could process what was happening I was fucking Julie. It was like I was slipping in and out of reality. We were both naked and fucking like rabbits on her queen sized bed. She was on her back, facing me with her silky legs spread. Julie’s tits bounced and flopped as her tummy jiggled slightly with each thrust. Next thing I knew she was on top of me. Her body grinding into me like she couldn’t get enough. I reached up to squeeze her wonderful tits. Her skin was so soft, and light. Her belly was the whitest white I’d ever seen.
Julie was moaning, whispering breathy words but I didn’t hear them. All I could hear was my brain saying, “fuck Jessica, fuck that bitch!” Julie’s pussy was better than Jessica’s too. It was tighter and hungrier. When I found myself fucking her doggy style I heard words that broke through my clouded mind. “Yes, harder, hate fuck me like I’m Jessica!” It dawned on me, that’s what I was doing. I was letting out my anger through sex. Never in my life had I done something like that. It felt wrong, but in a good way, like the sexy kind of wrong when you let your body take over, give in to temptation and hookup with someone you’re not supposed to. If I hadn’t already, I lost my mind. My movements became rough, fast, vigorous. Julie moaned in response. She liked the punishment I was giving her. All the hate, the pain of betrayal, the fury, it was all converted into raw energy coursing through my veins making me fuck Julie harder and harder. Julie was receiving the beating meant for Jessica, the one who deserved punishment for what she did. Jessica wasn’t here though but Julie looked just like her. It was almost better this way, I wouldn’t want to fuck my cheating wife anyway. Julie had a sexier body, and after years of marriage it felt taboo to be with someone other than Jessica but Julie was similar enough that my conscious was small, drowned out, hardly hanging on.
I’d never been so rough during sex. Pure beastly emotion drove my actions. Julie loved it. She wanted it, she coaxed it out of me. Her telling me the truth about my wife didn’t have to end with us having sex, Julie guided us there. I didn’t have to lose control either but she encouraged it, begging for more with every thrust. Finally it became overwhelming, my cock swelled with cum. I gripped Julie’s ass in my hands, her thick flesh enveloping my fingers. She gasped as I filled her pussy with cum. It came blasting out like the rage I was bottling inside. Julie’s fingers went white from clenching them so hard. She seemed to be riding the waves of her own orgasm in tune with each splash of cum I pumped into her waiting womb. I’d cum more than I’d ever had before. It went on for so long I felt she might overflow. Of course this wouldn’t happen, eventually we both eased to an end.
Julie beamed happily. Her smile was maniacal and twisted although sexy at the same time. I cuddled Julie for a while, both of us refusing to move. That classic post-nut clarity kicked in as I began thinking about everything Jessica did, everything I just did and the consequences of our actions. The future never seemed so unclear. It felt odd. I didn’t regret what I did yet I knew I should. Everything was clouded in a fog of complex emotions. What a strange situation I was in, cheating on my cheating wife with her identical twin.
After a long couple minutes of silence I spoke up. “I’m sorry I came in you, I wasn’t thinking,” I apologized. It still felt like I wasn’t thinking. My life was an out of body experience ever since I laid eyes upon that video of Jessica.
“You didn’t do a single thing I didn’t want you to do,” Julie cooed. The way she smirked made me feel she was telling the truth.
“Oh? Are you on the pill?” I asked.
Her sly smile grew more wicked. “No, I’m not, I just don’t mind,” Julie purred. “Besides,” she continued, “what amazing revenge would it be for you to get me pregnant instead of Jessica.”
My cock jumped to attention at the thought. I tried to force it down, think about reality, about consequences, reasoning, logic. It didn’t work. The image of a heavily pregnant Julie only became clearer in my mind. Julie felt my rising erection and turned toward me. She wrapped her naked body around mine in a warm face to face cuddle.
“I see you like that naughty idea, huh?” Julie coaxed. Her shapely thighs and soft tummy pressed into my stiffening cock. She started to wiggle in response. Her ripe breasts squeezed against my chest. She reached down to feel my cock. “Someone’s ready for round two,” Julie smiled seductively.
25 weeks flew by after that day with Julie. During that time I confronted Jessica. I interrogated her shortly after that day with Julie actually. She denied everything. Weeks of arguments, excuses and lies followed. Eventually, she found out that I had slept with Julie. It devastated her just as Julie predicted. She cheated on me first and for far longer than just the one day like me and her sister so it somewhat surprised me how hard she took it. That was the final straw. She had previously refused for two weeks, but after finding out I slept with Julie, she finally agreed to a divorce. Then even more problems arose because she refused to admit she had cheated on me. I had video evidence of it and she still insisted it wasn’t her, it was Julie. That was obviously not true. I could tell the difference between their bodies, no way was that Julie.
After a month of no sex and constant fighting I started sneaking out to hookup with Julie. I just needed the release. As time went by our house became so toxic I finally moved out and moved in with Julie. This upset Jessica even more, the sting of her sister’s betrayal now constantly on her mind. She thought my stay at Julie’s would be temporary but I told her I wouldn’t come back until those divorce papers were signed. She refused to sign the papers and admit to what she did.
A month went by where I never went home, as Jessica never signed the papers or came clean. Me living with Julie started to seem more permanent. Jessica sat alone in our house just thinking about what she had done. At first I thought maybe letting a cheating wife have a house to herself would be a bad idea but gradually her thoughts ate away at her. She caved one day and called saying she’d sign the papers. I couldn’t have been happier.
My legs failed to carry me as fast as I wanted them to. I dashed to the front of the house to witness Jessica pulling into the driveway. I watched her through the window. It looked like she was attempting the classic break up tactic women like to use where they get all dolled up and dress as sexy as possible to try and make the guy see what he’s gonna be missing out on. I had to laugh. Her tight red dress did look great but those divorce papers in her hands looked even better. The sound of high heels clacking echoed inside the house as Jessica approached Julie’s front door. Still peering through the window, I smiled as Jessica pressed on the doorbell. She crossed her arms in a huff and waited.
It was Julie’s house so we thought it would be best for her to answer the door. I stood close behind her. Jessica was furious and ready to let us have it as soon as Julie opened the door. Jessica, her face twisted with red hot anger, immediately opened her mouth to yell at us… but no sound came out. Instead her mouth just stayed there, wide open. Jessica’s face turned from seething red to a sickly pale. Her eyes fell to avoid eye contact with me or Julie. They seemed to only be focused on Julie’s swollen pregnant belly. After all it was hard not to look at it with Julie a tiny bit more than halfway through her pregnancy it was hard to miss. The way Julie dressed made it even more distracting, an old white tshirt, some stretchy grey sweatpants and nothing else. Her shirt was so old, the design printed on the front was almost completely faded. It didn’t even fit her. The shirt was from way before Julie was pregnant and anyone could tell by the way it was stretched tight around her growing tits and failed to reach more than an inch or two past them. This left Julie’s rounded pregnant tummy on full display.
I stood to Julie’s left and placed my hand behind her back and on her right side like a close couple. Putting my hand on her exposed silky smooth skin only drew more attention to Julie’s belly. Jessica was speechless. She appeared to be lost in a trance, staring at Julie’s innie belly button which was starting to become an outie. I could tell she was doing the math in her head: the time since I first hooked up with Julie, the time since she last saw Julie. No words were spoken but her face said it all, there was defeat, anger, sadness, and even some jealousy as we had planned to have kids someday. Jessica’s hands shook. The papers within them now appeared far less white than her face. There was nothing on social media, no talk in town, no calls from family or friends, nothing to prepare poor Jessica for this moment. She glanced at our faces then looked back to Julie’s plump, barely contained tits. Julie and I grinned devilishly as Jessica awkwardly struggled for words. Jessica’s mouth moved but no sound came out. She stood on the front stoop, frozen, her eyes locked on Julie’s cream colored, bulging belly.
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