James pushed the lobby door open and immediately caught sight of the young gentleman dressed in a fancy uniform standing behind the counter. The gentleman's mouth hung open for a second before he stood tall and sucked in his gut and looked right at the breasts that were coming his way. He took the key from James's hand glancing up at James's brown eyes before glancing at his breasts once again thinking James didn't notice.
However James did notice and he couldn't help but smile knowing what this young gentleman was picturing about now. So he stuck out his breasts even further before he turned and left the lobby giving Lisa's beautiful round ass a little wiggle with each step he took. I could get used to this James thought as he left the lobby.
James found himself sitting behind the wheel of Lisa's Black Volkswagen Jetta, backing out of the parking spot when he looked in the rearview mirror and saw Lisa looking at him. "Hi Lisa" James said as Lisa's voice filled the car and the lips on the Lisa in the mirror moved. James backed out of the parking spot and drove out of the lot struggling with the high heels on. So he slipped them off his feet as he hit the roadway heading in the direction of Lisa's house.
As James drove he kept checking his rearview mirror and when he pulled up to the red light on a stop light he again found himself staring at the beautiful angel like face of Lisa, in the rear view mirror.
"Hi I'm Lisa" James aid as he watched the cherry red lips on the Lisa in the mirror move. No that doesn't sound right he thought "Hi I'm Lisa Hamilton" Lisa's face looked smug in the mirror for a second before James looked at the stop light which was still red but something else caught his eye, the diamond wedding ring. "Hi I'm Mrs. Lisa Hamilton" Lisa's face showed a bright smile in the mirror for a second before the frown came, that doesn't sound right either. "Hi I'm Mrs. Hamilton" and this time the red lips were grinning from ear to ear as the light turned green and James sped off. However by the time James got through the intersection Mrs. Hamilton was out of his mind, it was replaced by the words Mr. Hamilton.
What am I going to do? I don't know if I want to actually pretend to be Lisa, maybe I should tell Jack the truth, James thought until he saw Lisa's beautiful angel face in the rearview mirror and a new idea came to him. What if I tell him about the affair, I mean from what I know he's a nice guy who doesn't deserve what she's putting him through. Plus she might even thank me, even though her marriage would probably be over, this might make her look in the mirror and realize her mistakes that I'm the man of her dreams. Another new thought came to him as he continued to drive, what if I tell him the truth about who I am and the truth about his wife having an affair, then I could have the best of both worlds. However as he was almost to Lisa's home he once again saw the beautiful angel face of Lisa in the rearview mirror, and he thought to himself, although it could be fun to be Lisa, rather Mrs. Hamilton, for a few hours. Maybe I even could gather the strength to test out this body on Jack.
As James opened the garage door and pulled the Jetta next to Jack's Mustang and the garage door proceeded to close, James made up his mind. So as he entered the house through the garage door and into the kitchen he yelled "Honey I'm home."
James heard footsteps coming down the steps as he passed through the kitchen into the living room, he knew Jack heard him yell. So when he was met by Jack, the Brad Pitt look a like but with bigger muscles, sporting a huge grin on his face, upon entering the living room, he wasn't surprised.
"You sound like you had a good day." Jack stated as he made his way over to his smiling wife whose smile seemed to be lighting the whole room. However before he could plant his welcome home kiss on her, her smile stopped and her hands were at his chest, like a wall, stopping him from advancing any farther.
"Wait I have to tell you something" James said with concern as he looked up into Jack's blue eyes.
