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The Good Wives An idea which I have been itching to put down into words for a while. Now that it's finally in writing, I hope you readers will find it enjoyable. Be warned though as there might be a couple of twists in it. Anyhow, thanks for the feedbacks and comments to my previous stories. I hope to get plenty more responds and discussions with this one. WARNING: This story contains TG, identity thefts and dark themes. The Husbands John Greer was a long long way from home. The London Naval Convention meet up had taken him across the Atlantic and he would be stuck with his British counterparts for the whole week - at least. The 45 year-old admiral had always dreaded the overseas posting ever since settling down as a family man. He couldn't keep his mind at peace leaving his wife - Fiona - alone with their 7-year-old boy - little Ethan - back in the states while he propped his head up on a comfortable pillow in a stately room of a 5-star hotel near the outskirts of the British capital. As one of the youngest bearer of the four silver stars, Admiral Greer had always dedicated his life to the US Navy - until his first meeting Fiona Dietrich 8 years ago. She was one of the better known supermodels plying her trade mostly in the fashionable runways of New York City. They hit it right off the bat during their first date and tied the knot not long after. The arrival of little Ethan very shortly after the marriage really changed things for the admiral - he really felt like a family man. However, something had been bugging him lately. A stalker had been sighted on multiple occasions for the past couple of years and he was believed to be one of his wife's many admirers. The middle age man was caught once by the local police but was later let off with a stiff warning. A court injunction had to be filed so that the man wouldn't be allowed to be within a hundred yards from the former model. It was certainly a creepy problem to have but the admiral could empathize. After all, his 31 year-old wife was a celebrity and a mightily gorgeous one at that. Even after hanging up her modeling shoes (or heels for that matter), Fiona was still a very beautiful woman. The marriage and the childbirth did very little to alter her slender and flawless appearance. Her natural blonde hair had been trimmed but they still flowed a few inches past her shoulders. Her mesmerizing deep blue eyes along with her upturned nose and plump luscious lips had been an iconic features on countless of renowned magazines and advertising boards. It was not uncommon for military personnel to marry such a high profile personality but Admiral Greer was getting all the envious stares whenever he would be in the same room as his peers. For one, Greer was NOT the best looking guy in the Navy. Short cropped raven hair and an ordinary face, the admiral made up for it with his well-built frame as a result of his regular workout sessions. In spite of his rank and the comfort of his own office, Greer dared say that he might even be fitter than most of his underlings. And still, the feeling of insecurity was a bitch. Despite all of the goodies, Greer had sometimes hoped that his beautiful wife could be less nice to others. She was still keeping close ties with her modeling friends. Nearly half of them were very handsome young men. Not that he didn't trust Fiona, but still, Greer felt the need to be by her side at all times - not 3,459 miles away. The knock on his door took his minds off the nuisance. Wearing nothing but a boxer, Greer wrapped his muscular body in the hotel's bathrobe before heading for the door. A quick peek through the hole confirmed the admiral's suspicion: it was indeed his Captain and brother in law - Charles Polanski. The two of them had served together for years in the Middle East. While Greer had gotten the promotion and a hot wife, Polanski had landed his younger sister. "Good evening Admiral! Still can't take your mind off the wife, sir?" Charles jest almost immediately after the door was opened. He was the only one among his rank who would speak freely with the admiral. Many would think it was because of his relationship with Jennifer Greer. Only John knew that Charles was just being... Charles. "You know me, Charles..." John said as he allowed the captain to walk past him into his spacious suite before closing the door. "A little inappropriate for a drink don't you think, Charles?" the admiral added indicating the bottle of wine in Polanski's hand. "Relax... It had been a boring day at the convention and I know this is exactly what you need to treat that overprotective personality of yours... It's time to forget our wives and just enjoy the serenity that we rarely get especially men of our age," Captain Polanski said. He and Jenny had married much earlier than him. They were blessed with three daughters with the eldest in the 6th grade while the youngest at the same age as Ethan. Charles was a good man and seeing him around eased his mind considerably for a couple of reasons. The captain had this easygoing vibe that radiated around him and did wonders to the troops under his command. Secondly, seeing Charles firmly reminded Greer that his wife would be in an assured company of Jenny. Just like any member of the Greer family, Jennifer used to be part of the Navy setup until her resignation after becoming Mrs. Polanski. She was once working with the intelligence team as her knowledge in marine warfare technology was nothing short of impressive. In contrasting manner, Jenny had always had a strict persona. Jennifer had this school teacher kind of appearance to her which added to the effect of her personality. Her thick-rimmed glasses barely hide her deep brown eyes. At 41, Jenny was the type of woman the guys would wonder what could have been if she really decided to show off her 'stuffs'. Always dressing conservatively, only John and Charles knew that she could really be a looker if she chose to. The fact that she and Fiona were good friends other than being in-laws was the only thing that kept Greer from going insane worrying about his wife. "Don't worry admiral... I've just had a conversation with Jenny... Fiona's in good hands. They are at the usual boutiques in Manhattan..." The Stubborn Stalker A paunchy figure was concealing himself rather well behind the nicely manicured hedgerows lining up decoratively along the street next to a renowned school in Manhattan as he locked his eyes on Fiona Dietrich. With labored breath and a trench coat drenched with afternoon sweat, the stalker who considered himself an admirer continued to watch as the famous supermodel dropped her boy at school after giving him a hug and a kiss. She was accompanied by a slightly older looking woman who was also seeing her daughter hopping into the school building along with the other kids. That bitch had been standing in his way for the past few days now. According to the information he had gathered, the raven haired companion was the sister of Fiona's husband. Another Greer to be blocking his passage to happiness. For several days since the departure of the admiral, he had been tailing the lovely blonde while looking for an opening to approach her. After nearly a month of being separated from the love of his life due to the stupid court injunction, the jobless middle- aged fan couldn't stand it any longer. He could neither sleep nor eat without knowing how Fiona was doing. He had rarely left his laptop, constantly searching for information regarding the 31 year-old beauty. He had even attempted to hack into her personal email and Facebook page, eager to know what she was doing and who she had been hanging out with these days. One day, the creep stumbled upon a pop-up page which introduced him to a miraculous device. The device which resembled a colorful toy gun was said to be able to turn any human regardless of size and gender into a form of disguise. The wearer of the disguise would turn him or her into the person shot by the device. He or she would possess the victim's knowledge and memories. Forking out all of the remaining little fund that he had, the uninspiring man purchased the 'costume gun' without any hesitation. Any logical minded person would think that such advertisement would be a hoax, but not him. What had he got to lose anyway? It arrived the very next day, much to his surprise. There was no name on the box as it was left on his doorstep before the delivery man decided to disappear. The instructions which came along with the fake-looking device clearly stated that it could only be used once. "CHOOSE YOUR TARGET CAREFULLY," it said. And so, here he was - not sure whether the thing would work as he desired to be one with Fiona Dietrich for the rest of his life. Nothing. NOTHING, would keep them apart. Not even the fucking law! His heart throbbed at the thought of living life as the former model. Then, he saw her - along with that bitch - hopped back onto the SUV they had arrived in. If she was following her usual routine, the stalker would guess that she would be on her way to grace the upscale boutiques of Manhattan Square. Gathering his undistinguished sling bag and making sure his fake mustache was in place, the stubborn stalker swiftly jumped into his undistinguished car - rented using a fake ID. He continued to follow Fiona, patiently waiting for an opening. Unease The liquor didn't seem to work its magic on Admiral Greer this time around. It had been sundown hours ago and Charles was already snoring like a bear in his room; but he was still up. There was this strong sense of unease which he had not felt for a long time - not since his fleet nearly ran into a Russian missile sub. Greer had a quick glance at his cellular. He had maintained the New York's Eastern Time on his phone's clock so that it would be easy for him to check in on Fiona. Exactly 18 minutes past two and Fiona should already been picking up Ethan from school in the company of Jenny. He called his wife's number, making sure to dial the international code before waiting through the ringing tone. After what seemed like ages, he was sent to his wife's voice-mail. "I'm not available to answer your call right now. Do leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can," the pre-recorded voice of Fiona said. God he missed that sweet sultry tone of hers. Greer didn't bother leaving a message as he knew who to call straightaway. The number of his sister was on one of his 'Favorites' as he touched the photo of a bespectacled Jenny wearing a party cap while holding her youngest child on the screen of his device. It was answered after only a couple of monotones. "Seriously John... Do you really have to call literally every hour?" Jenny said without giving him an opportunity to defend himself. "Okay, okay Jen... Just checking... That's all... Get me my girl will ya?" John said. "Would love to but she's driving..." "Honey, I'm fine... Concentrate on work..." Fiona said in the background. "You hear that, John. Now stop calling. This is starting to get annoying..." Jenny said as she managed to keep her no-nonsense tone. Greer definitely got the message as he hung up after saying a bunch of goodbyes to his wife, his sister and the kids who were on the same ride home. He was becoming more obsessive than usual and it was becoming scary. Taking another swig straight from the bottle, the admiral laid down on the bed while trying his hardest to finally get some sleep. No more drinking from now on, he thought. The Opening It was probably the fatigue as he felt the frustration growing. He had hid his car well before walking on foot to the Greer residence. Soaking wet in the torrents of rain from earlier in the evening, his chubby figure managed to blend in well among the well maintained plants and flowers of the neighboring garden. However, he had yet to see that clear opening. That bitch. That black-haired nosy bitch had been sticking close to Fiona for the better part of the day. The only time when she was not with her was when they were in public places where the risk would be too much. He had naught but one chance. It was very clearly stated in the device's instruction. He had to be patient. Taking out his sleeping bag, he slid his unremarkable form into it while making sure he was well tucked-away behind the trimmed hedges. It was a good thing that these rich folks liked their gardens big. Plenty of holes for him to crawl into. He chose the perfect spot where it was covert enough from the eyes and the alarms while he could still afford a good view at the window of the Greer's master bedroom. In anticipation of Fiona's appearance, he slid his hand into his pants as he prepared to release the tension from his groins. He had been hard all day. Seeing the slender blonde in person had never failed to make his 6-inch cock hard. Keeping his eyes fixed on window, he thought about what Fiona was wearing during the day. The vision of her lovely yellow dress immediately got him started. His hand was already moving up and down his shaft at the thought of her stocking covered legs as they disappeared under the hem of the dress at mid-thigh. Those perfectly toned legs seemed never ending until they were met by a pair of 3-inch pumps. He had expected nothing less from Fiona's taste in clothing. After all, she was once the icon of the fashion world. The master bedroom's light had been turned on as indicated by the sudden illumination of its windows. The stalker who was in the midst of jerking himself off waited with heavy breathing the appearance of his lifelong idol. The love of his life. The reason for his existence. Instead of Fiona, it was the black-manned bitch that stood looking out of the window. It could not have been more anticlimactic than this as his cock went limp faster than the acceleration of a sports car. She was scanning the perimeter with a stern look as if she was part of Fiona's security detail. There was no reason for her to stay overnight at the Greer's place like she had been doing for the past several days. Fiona didn't need her protection. Fiona had got him to look after her. Once he had become one with the lovely blonde, he would always be there for her - for all of ETERNITY. London The new submarine was impressive. Its silent propulsion technology would past through the most advanced sonar system the Russian or the Chinese had to offer - virtually undetected. Admiral John Greer was certainly happy with what the US and the British collaboration had achieved thus far. The secret meeting with the Royal Navy had been made to appear like an ordinary convention to avoid any suspicion or intelligence thefts. This was why the admiral had to be here in person. No one knew the subs like he did. For once during the week-long visit, he had managed to take his mind off his family back home. The English accent from the engineer making the presentation had not deterred his complete attention. It was a huge breakthrough. Sitting by his side, Captain Charles Polanski was listening intently. He did rather well keeping his mind focus despite the occasional lapses due to the remnants of alcohol in his system. None of them were taking any notes though. They both knew that by the end of the demonstration, all notes would be confiscated and burnt to prevent the information from getting leaked. While Sir Edmund White was explaining about the Magneto hydrodynamic drive, a young officer in uniform interrupted Greer. There had been an urgent call for the admiral. "It's from a woman named Jennifer Polanski, sir," he whispered into the admiral's ear. Jenny wouldn't have bothered him unless this was about Fiona. He excused himself leaving Charles in charge without letting his Captain know that it was his wife who was on hold. Making his strides out of the soundproof vault, Greer started getting worried again. Settling down into the small private room, the young officer left him be, before closing the door as the admiral went on to pick up the call. "Jen...?" "John, I need you to calm down before I say this..." Jenny's said. Her voice controlled. To Greer, it didn't necessary mean everything was fine. His sister had always been an authoritative person - even when it didn't really reflect the actual situation. "What's wrong Jen? Is Fiona okay...?" Greer asked. The bad feelings returned. "She has just been attacked..." Finally The stalker could have freeze to death in this weather. Spring time in this part of the state had never been kind to the homeless or those who strayed away from their crib. But he survived, though he was still shivering from the chilly night. It was probably a sign from above that he survived, that he would save Fiona Dietrich from the madness of the world. Despite putting up a cheerful face, the stalker knew he was really what she needed. He could see the vapor of his warm breath before it was replaced with the sight of Fiona walking out of her house - alone. She was preparing for her routine workout except that on this occasion, the nosy brunette wasn't joining her this morning. None of her husband's men were in sight either. It was godsent. Reaching for his 'costume gun', he watched as Fiona started running with earphones plugged in. She wouldn't be hearing his footsteps. The stalker moved within the botanical covers, not intending to show himself until he had got his prey isolated. Fiona made a turn off the main street into a shortcut which would take her to a pond where she would usually be jogging. There would be no one else taking this route. "This is it!" he thought. His heart was pounding as he jumped in front of jogger with the 'costume gun' in hand. He could see the horror on her face as she was about to scream. Not about to let her do that, he pulled the trigger of his device in the hope of turning this lovely blonde into a pile of skin. Nothing happened. No beam or any sort of projectile came out of its muzzle. He had read the instructions a thousand times after selling his car to buy the damn thing; and yet, Fiona was still standing there - in shock. Frankly, he couldn't tell who the more frightened soul was; but inevitably, Fiona screamed for help before turning to run away. Having finally gotten this close to his 'goddess', he wasn't about to give up without a fight. The stalker pounced before his prey had the chance to make it back out on the main street. He had managed to grab her shoulder while feeling the strap of her sports bra through the materials of her skintight running shirt. That was enough to motivate him to wrap his arm around to cover her mouth with his hand. He had managed to muffle her scream. This could still work, he thought. He could still calm her down and explained to her that he meant her no harm. All he wanted was to live along inside of her - to become one with her. Fiona gave a good fight, but he was much bigger. He dragged her into the bushes, convinced that she would calm down. Then he would figure out how to get the device to work. Out of nowhere, he felt a ferocious blow to his head. His grip loosened as he slipped out of consciousness. London For once, Admiral John Greer hated his job. He was furious. The US Navy had brought him here while his wife was suffering the harassment of a sick bastard. Worst of all, he couldn't even leave for home due to the importance of the secret meeting. His presence during the whole course of the demonstration had been deemed crucial. Heck, he had even attempted to bypass the chief of staffs to have a word with the President if not for Fiona's call. "I'm a little shaken but... I'm alright... I don't want you to turn the world upside-down because of me, baby... You promise me that John, will you? Jenny is still here with me... besides, you'll already be back in a couple of days' time..." Fiona said. The admiral was again grateful to his sister for stepping up. If not for her timely interference, God knows what could have happened to Fiona. According to Jenny, she was a fraction late in joining the morning workout prior to the incident. Little Gareth had been crying for the most part of the night and as a result, she had overslept a little. Jenny had just started running when she heard Fiona screaming. She had rushed to the scene just in time to witness the familiar looking stalker dragging her brother's wife into the bushes. Having been well-trained during her days with the Navy, she calmly picked up a small but firm log lying in front of her before swinging it down on the assailant. It was the most satisfying feeling as the freak swiftly fell to ground. Freed from his grasp, Fiona literally jumped into Jenny's arm. The police arrived not long after and a simple physical examination was conducted before she was sent home. "Admiral Greer... Admiral... Admiral...!" Royal Navy Admiral Wilkinson had to raise his voice. But even so, the admiral was non responsive until Charles gave his superior a gentle elbow. It was enough to bring his attention back into the secret conference room. "Do you have any objections that we engage Deftech Corp. to build the submarines... ?" Wilkinson repeated his question. New York suburbs Several security personnel in plain clothing had been stationed within and around the perimeter of the Admiral's family residence. Communication was maintained through wireless earpieces as they scoured the Greer mansion for possible breach of security. There were even the K9 teams sniffing out the gardens and vehicles parked in close proximity. Jennifer Greer couldn't help but shook her head at her brother's over the top reaction to this morning's unfortunate incident. She had just done putting her kids to sleep as she made her way down the stairs to find Fiona sitting on the couch with a glass of wine in her hand. She saw another glass on the coffee table. "Ethan soundly asleep?" Jenny asked. "Yeah... Like us, he was tired of all the fracas..." Fiona said before lifting the other glass of wine for the guest. Not much of a drinker, Jenny accepted her hostess's invitation regardless. Anything that would lighten the mood. "Here's to the Knights in shining armors out there..." Jenny proposed with a toast. The two ladies took a sip of the vintage wine. "Jenny, I kinda feel sorry that your kids had to crash in for another day. I imagine they must have missed their home by now..." "Are you kidding girl? This is the safest place in the entire world right now and I don't want my kids elsewhere," Jenny said before the both of them burst into laughter. The ladies took a swig from the glass as they enjoyed the quiet moment in each other's company. Sitting across from each other, they had the opportunity to check each other's out. Fiona was comfortably resting her back on the posh couch with her long toned legs crossed at the knees. She was wearing a mid-thigh red rose print chemise with a matching Red kimono. On the other hand, Jenny opted for a less sophisticated white cotton stripes night dress. Its bottom hem rode up a few inches above its knee-length starting point as the bespectacled lady made herself at home with her legs tugged under her. Fiona had her blonde tresses down while Jenny still had hers up in a loose bun. After downing their second glasses of the French finest, Jenny stood up before walking slightly wobbly towards her brother's lovely wife. She offered the hostess her hand and Fiona took it. Pulling her up to her feet, the two attractive women embraced in a rather... dubious manner. Fiona's had her slender arms on Jenny's shoulders as she circled her delicious neck. The younger woman leaned in to kiss her sister-in-law on the lips. The initial gentle little peck turned into a full blown passionate mouth-to-mouth. Tongues slid in and out of each other's lips while copious saliva was swapped. It almost seemed like an eternity but eventually, the kiss broke. "Let's continue this in your room..." Jenny suggested. Fiona merely nodded before following the brunette up the stairs - hand- in-hand. In the privacy of the lavish master bedroom, Fiona laid on the bed - the very same bed where she had made love to John on countless of occasions. Teasingly, she lifted her knees before parting them in a painfully slow manner. The crotch of her black panties gradually came into view. Standing by the foot end of the King-sized crib, Jenny could afford a grin at the show Fiona was putting on. In spite of the darkened complexion of the silk lingerie, Jenny could visualize the growing wet spot at the bottom. She was slowly getting wet herself as she lifted the bottom of her cotton night dress up and over her head. Not many men had seen Jennifer Greer Polanski in this form. She had not bothered to wear a bra as her pair of nicely shaped C busts stood proudly on her chest. Her dark-brownish nipples were fully erect as they conveyed the mood of their owner perfectly well. Fiona had to lift her head from the bed to enjoy the hidden treasures which were usually camouflaged under her conservative attire. Moving her gaze down from her bountiful boobs to her flat tummy and the slightest hint of a Caesarian scar before coming to her panty-cladded wide hips, Fiona had always been amazed by Jennifer's slender figure despite the fact that she had given birth to three wonderful children. The white lacy panties were an indication of her taste in sexy underwear which was a contrast to her outer clothing. Jenny adjusted the thick rim of her glasses with her left hand while groping her exposed breast with her right. Her sight was fixed on Fiona's crotch as she began her approach for the blonde's snatch. She reveled in the musky scent from the younger woman, as she buried her face between her parted limbs. Jenny had to stop for a bit so that she could lift the rims of her glasses a little so that they wouldn't be in her way. The brunette resumed sniffing and sucking at Fiona's crotch through the silky materials for several more minutes before finally pulling the lingerie off. Fully exposed, Jenny couldn't help but stared in awe at the beauty of the blonde's pussy. Her blonde patch was nicely trimmed while her lips were pink and slightly swollen from the days of rough lesbian sex since Jenny had decided to keep Fiona company while the husbands were away. With her glasses acting as her makeshift hairband, Jenny dove in. "Oooh... Oh, fuck yeah Jenny... You ought to... Hmmm... Teach yer brother how to do that with his mouth... Oooh... That's right girl... Fuck me with your tongue..." Fiona moaned. Fiona's juices were flowing as her husband's younger sister sucked and licked at her nether region. Her body was in some sort of a trance as she barely managed to keep both her svelte hands on her tits. She was groping at them through her chemise while taking in the mind-blowing sensations from down south. The stimulus from her nipples was quickly catching up as Fiona kneaded and twisted them through her nightie. Eventually, she pulled it over her head and tossed it aside before continuing to play with her perky breasts. Though not as well-endowed as her sister-in- law's, Fiona's modeling boobs were still an ample asset to have with its own set fully-erected pink nipples. Fiona's indulgence was interrupted when her lesbian lover withdrew her tongue from her vagina. Jenny looked up at the blonde with a mischievous grin before standing up to show her own well-soaked thong. She had been rubbing at her own cunt while she was tongue-fucking the former model. Fiona knew what was coming as she ogled while Jenny slid her panties off. Fully naked, the brunette put her glasses back into place as her attempt to look the part of a naughty school teacher. The 41 year-old was already fondling her own breast as she moved her other her hand towards her pussy. Jenny gently bit her lower lip as she inserted her delicate fingers into her drenched-wet vagina - one finger at a time. To an outsider, the 'naughty teacher' would have appeared to be masturbating but she was in fact searching for something once all five of her digits were in - demonstrating the impossible elasticity of her pussy lips. "Oh goodness me... This feels... amazing... Hmmm, there you are..." Jenny said, almost grunting. In a matter of seconds, she had managed to pull it out from between her vaginal lips. It was an 8-inch fully-erect cock as it was followed immediately by a pair of hairy balls. The whole manly package appeared completely out of place on Jennifer's feminine form as she stroke at her cock while groping at one of her tits. Instead of being shocked by the spectacle, Fiona returned the malicious grin as she went on fondling her breast with her left hand while spreading the lips of her pussy with her right. "Dicks should go into pussies..." was all Fiona had said. "Damn right they should..." replied Jenny in a much deeper tone. Climbing onto the bed, Jenny set herself up by lifting the blonde's parted legs before plunging her boner into the younger woman. The bed began shaking as the inconspicuous couple was going at it in full force. It was hard to explain the energy and drive produced by the petite form of the bespectacled brunette as the way that she was pounding her brother's young wife almost seemed violent. Her casually done-up raven hair was struggling to stay in shape as the bed moved in synergy with her pummeling. Occasionally, she had to move her hand away from the back of Fiona's thighs just so she could push the bridge of her glasses back so that it stayed in position. "Hmmm... I can... feel it... twitching... inside..." Jenny said in between the thrusts before adding, "...you left it... unsealed... again... didn't you...?" "Oh... I thought... it would be... convenient... since Charles is... not around..." Fiona said. Without another word, the back and forth motion of Jenny's hips came to an abrupt halt. The false mother of three withdrew her glistening member from Fiona's snatch, allowing it a taste of the cool air conditioned breeze. It had been kept in one woman's fake womb before being shoved into another; but the penis would soon find itself in a different sort of environment. "Jen... Why would you stop?! I was so close..." Fiona complained. "Fiona Greer! You've been a very naughty girl! You took a risk by not securing your 'womb'!" Jenny said as she brushed the head of her cock against the blonde's pucker. "Consider this your punishment!" added the phony school teacher before pushing her cock pass Fiona's anus. She was instantly treated to the tightness of the model's ass. The hammering resumed as the loud slapping sounds of two bodies came together repeatedly continued to fill the room - threatening to spread to where the kids were sleeping if not for the size of the house or how soundly they were slumbering. Fiona was still groping at her own breasts - restricting their bouncing motion - as she felt her own hidden member squeezing out of her own fake slit. The pleasures which she was receiving only served to expedite the process as her lust had been building in her sweet box for most of the day. Then, it came. Charles Polanski's cock found its way out through Fiona soaking wet vagina. It was like watching a flower bloom in super speed as the penis completed its journey to full erection. Charles hairy sacs were not far behind as they literally popped right out through the same orifice - very much assisted by the slippery passage. If only giving birth would be this easy. Having been cooped up in the Fiona-suit ever since the real Fiona volunteered to take Charles's place to attend the Convention in London, the cool breeze against his exposed member felt remarkably refreshing. The lovely blonde thought it would be a good opportunity for her to join her husband on the trip - without him knowing. She had told Charles that seeing the admiral from another person's perspective would make her appreciate John even more. It wasn't any of Charles's intention to let a common civilian like Fiona in on the CIA's top secret disguise technology in the very first place. The former supermodel had bumped into his conversation with Jennifer - the real Jennifer - on the intelligence agency's latest mission. They would have used other means to silence her if not for her being Admiral Greer's wife and Jennifer's sister-in-law. Her friendship with Jennifer Greer had always made the admiral proud of the Greer family. And so, while Jennifer was being sent to Moscow in the disguise of a captured Russian spy, Charles took Fiona's identity so that she could be Charles and go to London with the admiral. It was an essential part of the deal that would keep the blonde quiet. Charles had to pretend that he was forced to agree with Fiona's term; but in truth, the captain had been overly thrilled with the opportunity. He had always kept his fetish in crossdressing and bisexuality hidden. It was also a chance for him to get in touch - literally speaking - with an old friend who happened to work for the CIA. He and Tim Gallagher had served together in Afghanistan and only the two of them knew about their special relationship. Charles had somehow managed to convince the intelligence agency in allowing Tim to take Jennifer's identity while the real Jennifer was tasked with gathering intel from within Kremlin. It was a risky position for the retired female agent who had already been raising three little kids of her own; but Charle's knew about her passion for the Navy's intelligence work. Plus, the captain wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to become someone else - especially when he get to be Fiona Dietrich while having lesbian sex with his wife's impostor. Charles just couldn't get himself to imagine the wrath of Admiral John Greer if he had found out what the CIA had done to his family and how his Captain and trusted brother in law had allowed it. He was starting to doubt his selfish decision of not stopping his children's mother from being sent to the lion's den when he felt the false Jennifer's lips around his cock. It was Tim who was in control of the Jennifer-form as 'she' bobbed 'her' head up and down his revealed member. The bodysuit had been working wonders transmitting the stimuli from every inch of his artificial skin to its wearer - especially from his convincing mammary glands and his nether region. Having his actual bodily part - the only uncovered part of him - sucked was a completely different kind of pleasure. Two very different sensations in one same figure was easily the recipe for a mind blowing experience as Charles felt himself getting pushed over the edge. He had no time to be impressed by the fake Jennifer's ability and flexibility to blow and sodomize him at the same time as he blew his load the former Tim's mouth. Almost instantly, Charles could feel his rear getting pumped full of Jennifer's hot cum. It took a few more minutes before 'Jennifer' released the blonde's softening member from her mouth and pulled her own cock out of her anus. Jennifer collapsed on top of Fiona as the two impostors embraced in deep passionate kiss. Remnant of Charles's cum was shared between the couple of lovely 'ladies' as they snowballed the jizz back and forth. ***** "I'm taking a hot shower. It's been awhile since I wash my inside..." the fake Jennifer said half an hour later as she got up from the bed. 'Fiona' - with her limp cock still jutting out of her pussy under the comforters - propped her head up as she watched her husband's sister 'undressed'. Jennifer finally willing to take her glasses off before placing it on the dresser. Swinging her raven black locks to the front of her left shoulder, 'Jennifer' felt for the invisible seam behind her neck with her dainty fingers. Her manicured fingernails were useful as they easily pried the fine slit apart. The features of her seemingly innocent face became distorted as her eyeballs appeared to have sunken deep into her head. Speaking of which, a new one emerged from the back among the swept aside hairs. Tim's bald head was covered in sweat as he continued to pull the rest of a nude Jennifer off - revealing his skinny form. His softened cock now looked more appropriate suspended from between his legs as he hang the lifeless skin of Jennifer Greer up in Fiona's closet as if it was just another piece of dress. "Feel like joining me...?" the slender man asked before walking into the attached bathroom. 'Fiona' literally jumped off the bed as she fumbled a little to take off 'her' own skin. The former Charles couldn't wait for another round of loving in the shower. After all, it's been a while since his last man-to- man action. Back in London. The other Fiona Dietrich Greer was struggling to shed her Charles-skin in the privacy of her hotel room. It had been a nervous day for her as she tried her best to act as if the liquor was still swimming in her system. It was all an attempt to masquerade her lack of knowledge in the technical aspects of war ships and submarines. After all, she had been warned by the real Charles. Finally stepping out of her disguise, Fiona allowed the cool breeze to brush against her exposed skin. It was a relief in more ways than just an escape from the CIA's skinsuit. Many would have been impressed by the way that she had handled her supposedly playful attempt at a prank on her husband. Even the real Charles had no idea that what seemed to be just a usual Naval Convention of companies showing off their ships turned out to be a top level secret meeting between the two nations across the Atlantic. If the real Captain Charles Polanski had known, he would be in no position to grant Fiona her request. The reason why her husband had kept such an important detail from Charles - she wasn't sure. That might be due to the difference in ranks and security clearance. Polanski was supposed to have been briefed once he had arrived. Of course, that didn't happen. One might had expected the retired supermodel to be feeling guilty and afraid of what she had just been exposed to. If the Navy had found out, she would be imprisoned. "What have I got myself into?" she stood naked in front of a full-length mirror while looking worried. Her expression then changed drastically before adding, "...just kidding!" The anxiety on her lovely visage had been very quickly replaced by that of malice. Fiona was grinning from ear to ear as she shifted her gaze from her beautiful face down to her gorgeous body. She was still in perfect shape for any top modeling jobs if she wanted to but the admiral's love had something more important at hand. Fiona moaned as she fondled her own perky breasts in front of her reflection before moving one of her hands south to paw at her own pussy. The familiar tingling warmth spread throughout her slender form as her limbs were weakening. The attractive woman would love to continue what she had just started but she had more important matter to attend to. With a melodious sigh, Fiona swayed her sexy hips towards the door which would lead her to the adjacent interconnecting room. The hollow Charles- skin was left crumpled on the soft flooring as she swung the door open before shutting it back behind her. It was vacant with only a peculiar looking laptop on the hotel desk. For the second time that evening, Fiona had to palpate the back of her neck with both her delicate fingers for a vertical seam. Once she had found it, the young wife gave it a good tug in opposite directions before pulling it forward. The charming features of her face immediately turned grotesque as the mask of Fiona Dietrich and her silky blonde hair came of the head of a bald man. The extraordinary elasticity of the slit made for a bigger outlet so that the skinny middle-aged man could take the rest of his Fiona-disguise off with relative ease. "So much better than the CIA worthless piece of junk," he mumbled in Russian. His voice deep and throaty due to years of smoking. His cock was still pretty hard from the earlier stimulation in the American woman's skin. She was unfortunate to be kidnapped by the KGB during the Moscow fashion show 10 years ago. Many had thought that the Russian espionage wing was defuncted but they, especially the American couldn't have been more wrong. He had jumped at the opportunity to take over as the new Ms. Dietrich. Being one of the top spies from the Russian intelligence, he had no trouble finding and falling in love with Admiral Greer. Having her own child was the tricky part but it was a necessity to make the whole operation more convincing. It was also the sole purpose the KGB's scientists had preserved the body of the real Ms. Dietrich - so that they could impregnated her lifeless form with the admiral's seeds. Then they would just have to arrange for Ethan's birth while the admiral wasn't around. Grabbing one of the hotel's bathrobe, the man wrap himself in it. He laid the empty Fiona on the bed - so tempted to just jerk off and cum all over the beautiful skin - before making his to the laptop. He sat himself down on the chair before turning on the device. It was no ordinary computer. The link to a Russian satellite was heavily encrypted. There was only one program in it. He plugged the microSD storage containing the footage of the secret meeting extracted from Fiona's skinsuit into the available slot. The crucial data was uploaded in barely a minute. A pleasant tone alerted him that there was a message for him. Clicking on the notification opened up an email containing a coded message which only him and few other KGB members could read. "To: Igor Slavonic Well done comrade! The video will be sent to our astute scientist for research. I'm sure we will be prepared to counter whatever the Americans and the British have built. On another note, thanks to your tip off, we have managed to capture the real Jennifer Greer who was masquerading as one of our agent. As a reward, we will be sending Ivan Starlbo as her replacement. Hopefully, he will be a motivation rather than a distraction on your current mission. The motherland will appreciate your sacrifice!" "Sacrifice? You must be kidding," Slavonic quietly thought. Living life as Fiona had been a dream come true for the veteran agent. Raising a boy as a mother during the early stages had been slightly challenging but he had more than enjoyed being a beautiful woman as a whole. What more if he could do it while contributing to the good of his motherland. Having Ivan as the new Jennifer would be godsend once the CIA decided to have her returned to the states. 46 year-old Ivan Starlbo had been Igor's long time lover and the KGB knew about it. Like him, Starlbo was one of the best agents the KGB had ever produced. Thinking of the fellow spy brought life back to his cock. Shutting down the laptop, Igor stood up from his chair before walking towards the bed where the Fiona skinsuit was lying. He started pumping his cock to the vision of him as Fiona having mind-blowing lesbian sex with Ivan who was donning the Jennifer-skin. The image of them later fucking each other with their own cocks jutting out of their disguises' pussy brought him over the edge as he ejaculated all over the hollow skinsuit. He had no worries about the mess he was making to the supposedly vacant room as there would be another team of operatives cleaning up after him. All Igor could think of right now was to dip his true self in a nice warm bath. No one would dare say that it wasn't deserved. Nevertheless, the slender man would have to be wary of falling asleep while doing so. There was certainly no need for anyone to discover in the tub - not in this state. ***** The time was ticking to almost three in the morning by the time Igor had finished with the pampering. Indeed, he had nearly felt asleep while relaxing in the soothing bath. It would be humiliating for a spy of his stature to be found drowned while in the midst of an undercover operation. After chuckling to that thought, the secret agent quickly jumped back into the Fiona-skin. There would be very little time to waste. In less than 15 minutes, the beautiful blonde 'returned'. Even a tired yawn appeared graceful coming out of the fake Fiona as she sauntered back to Charles room. The captain's empty skinsuit would be lying await. Better get going, Fiona thought as she couldn't wait putting on another layer of disguise just so she could finally go back to sleep. Things would be very interesting from here on out. The end.