I stood in front of the mirror, admiring my reflection on what was supposed to be our special anniversary night. My curves were poured into this stunning red dress that hugged every inch of my voluptuous body, my huge breasts spilling over just enough to tease, my brunette waves cascading perfectly down my back. I'd spent hours getting glamorized—makeup flawless, heels sky-high, all dazzle and dominance radiating from me like the bombshell I am. But then the call came: my husband, that careless fool, had some accident at work with chemicals in the lab. I couldn't care less; his excuses meant nothing when I'd put in all this effort. Fuming, I paced the room, my sweet smile twisting into something sharper, more commanding. Meanwhile, my step-son had been tinkering with those same weird chemicals downstairs, and suddenly, everything shifted in the strangest way.It was like a bizarre takeover—my mind fogged, my body moving on its own, as if someone else was at the helm. Hands that were mine but not mine groped at my massive tits, squeezing and bouncing them playfully, giggling in a way that felt so out of character, so stupid and clumsy. The exploration didn't stop there; those fingers trailed down, fumbling over my curvy hips before diving between my thighs, teasing my pussy with awkward but insistent strokes. Pleasure built uncontrollably, waves crashing through me until I—or whatever was controlling me—shuddered into a powerful climax, leaving my body tingling and spent. Then, a buzz from my phone snapped the haze: my husband texting he'd be home soon to make up for the night. Panic set in, a comedic frenzy as the intruder rushed to fix my disheveled dress and smudged makeup, struggling with the unfamiliar clasps and fabrics, but somehow my body's muscle memory kicked in, smoothing everything back into place just in time before the presence vanished.I blinked, coming back to myself, feeling like I'd blacked out for just a second—disoriented but oddly satisfied, a warmth lingering between my legs. Shaking it off as anniversary jitters, I glanced at the text and smirked, my dominant side eager for him to arrive and ravish me properly.
