"Yeah, let's eat!" said Tony as he sashayed Carmen's voluptuous body over to the dining table, her fulsome hips swaying to the beat of my heart. I had laid the table for our romantic meal earlier in the day, daydreaming about the evening ahead. I hadn't bargained on having any company, let alone Tony's stupid grinning face next to my beloved Carmen.
As they sat down, Carmen tucked her dress under her thighs, but then her hands move up and started to adjust her dress around her gorgeous breasts. Tony's face was a picture of delight as his hands played with the soft, silky material covering what were now his breasts. Carmen's face was distinctly unhappy at the attention her chest was getting.
"Can we leave those alone for just a few minutes, please? I appreciate that they are now as much yours as mine, but I would like to try and focus on my husband and the dinner he has prepared."
Tony raised Carmen's hands in surrender, "Hey, no problemo. I can chill. You won't even know I'm here"
I went to the kitchen and brought back the casserole dish that contained our meal. Placing it in the middle of the table I leaned across Carmen and drank in her beautiful scent. I couldn't help but kiss her on the lips and she kissed me back with serious passion. Our tongues entwined and I felt her hand on my cheek. We broke the kiss and she said, "I am so sorry that this has happen, tonight of all nights. But we really need the money. As long as we complete the experiment, it's all ours!"
"OK, I get it. I cooked us a beef stroganoff like we had on our first date. I hope you enjoy it."
"Oh man this smells great, I'm starving! Do you ever feed this fabulous body, Carmen?" Tony said looking sideways at my wife.
"I'm hoping you be around long about to understand that I have to be careful about what I eat to keep this body looking fabulous!" snapped Carmen.
"My bad! That would definitely be a check in the negative column for sticking around, I do like my food. But hey we could just work out more! Oh man, this body wearing sweatpants and a sports bra....Mmmmm..... I think I'm getting a little turned on by my own body." replied Tony smirking.
I sat down opposite my love and started to eat. I asked her how her day had been, aside from the extra head thing, and we chatted happily. It was a little distracting watching her feed both her faces, a fork in each hand, but we pressed on. We started to reminisce about how we met. I tried to focus entirely on Carmen's face as we talked, but her expression would flick from doe-eyed love as we remembered our early dates, to frowning in irritation as her body writhed and squirmed beneath her.
I looked down to see the cause of the interruptions. It didn't take a genius to work out that Tony, having finished eating, was now exploring his new legs, particularly his thighs.
"Hey, fella! Can we just have a little time for some romance here? You said we wouldn't know you were here, which is frankly ridiculous!"
"Oh sorry, I was only checking on my incredible legs. I didn't think you would notice if it was under the table"
"I don't think this is working, my love. We should probably clear the dishes away and try something else."
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