Wife Mistakes Twin for Husband

Summary for Readers

Mindy, a breathtaking blonde with a gym-toned figure, attends a party with her husband, Jay, at his parents' lavish estate. After a year of marriage, tension flares when Jay's focus drifts, sparking a fight. Seeking to mend things, Mindy finds who she thinks is Jay in the bathroom, but it's his identical twin, Ken, dressed alike in a suit. A steamy, mistaken-identity encounter unfolds with rough passion and faint doubts. Later, Jay's apology at the party leaves her quietly wondering, her suspicions unresolved.

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Mindy lingered before the bedroom mirror, her fingers gliding over the crimson dress with a slow, appreciative touch. At 25, she knew her beauty was a force, long golden hair spilling past her shoulders, blue eyes gleaming with quiet confidence, and a 5 foot 6 frame sculpted from gym sessions. Her C-cup breasts, full and perky, pressed against the velvet, their pale pink nipples faintly traced beneath the fabric when the light shifted. Her ass, tight and muscular from lifting weights, swelled enticingly under the hem. The dress was a masterpiece, soft as a whisper, its neckline plunging low to cradle her cleavage in delicate lace, the bodice clinging to her ribs before flaring into a skirt that teased her thighs with each sway. She studied the creamy swell of her chest framed by the lace and smiled, feeling radiant for the party at Jay's parents' estate.

Jay leaned against the doorframe, adjusting the lapels of his charcoal suit, tailored slim with a crisp white shirt and a thin black tie. At 28, he was lean and striking, jet-black hair swept back, warm brown eyes softening with a grin, his jaw smooth and angular. "You're a knockout, babe," he said, his voice a warm ripple. "Mom's gonna love showing you off."

Mindy twirled, the dress rustling faintly, her cleavage rising with the motion. "That's the plan," she said, her tone playful. "I want your family hooked." She'd been Jay's wife for a year, welcomed into his sprawling Asian-American clan, including his twin, Ken, who could pass for Jay in the right shadows.

Ken slipped into her thoughts as she grabbed her clutch. At 28, he shared Jay's black hair and brown eyes, but carried a quieter edge, stubble dusting his jaw, shoulders a touch broader, a thin scar on his left hand from some old tumble. She'd heard he'd be in a suit tonight too, and she wondered idly how her dress might land with him.

The estate thrummed when they arrived, chandeliers spilling golden light, floors polished to a sheen, relatives mingling with drinks and laughter. Mindy sipped chardonnay, her voice bright as she swapped tales with Jay's aunts, her breasts shifting under the velvet with each laugh. Ken stood near the bar, beer in hand, his charcoal suit a near match to Jay's, same cut, same tie, blending them in the crowd. He kept his glances fleeting, careful not to linger, but her body gnawed at him, that dress hugging her hips, her cleavage a soft tease framed by lace. He pictured her in the gym, sweat glistening on her skin, her tight ass flexing under a barbell, and cursed himself silently for wanting his brother's wife, his desire a coiled heat he buried beneath a calm nod to a passing cousin.

Jay brushed past, Mindy on his arm, his suit jacket catching the light. "Having fun, bro?" he said, clapping Ken's shoulder. Ken nodded, offering a small smile, his eyes sliding past Mindy's neckline for a heartbeat before he looked away, her lavender scent lingering as his mind spun with forbidden images of her beneath him.

Mindy pressed closer to Jay, her fingers brushing his tie. "Your family's incredible," she said, her breath soft against his ear. Later, as she moved through the crowd, Ken's arm grazed hers while reaching for a drink, his sleeve whispering against her bare skin. She glanced up, catching his woodsy cologne, and he murmured an apology, his voice low, his pulse racing with the thought of her curves yielding to his hands.

"You're quick on your feet," she said, smirking, her breasts rising as she leaned to adjust her heel, lace framing their fullness. Ken forced a chuckle, turning away, his mind a tangle of guilt and lust, imagining her sweat-slicked after a gym set, her body his to explore.

Jay's distraction grew, Mindy watching him laugh with an uncle, ignoring her nudge to dance. She tried again, voice light. "Hey, spin me around?" she said, her hand on his sleeve, cleavage catching the glow.

He waved her off, mid-story. "In a bit, Min," he said, eyes elsewhere. It wasn't new, weeks of him drifting, lost in work or family, and tonight it rankled, her patience fraying.

"Jay, come on," she said, stepping closer, her tone firming. "You've been off with everyone else all night. What's going on?" The party pulsed around them, but her blue eyes pinned him.

He sighed, tugging his tie loose. "I'm just relaxing, babe. Don't make it a thing," he said, sharpness creeping in. It cut deeper than it should, his growing distance piling up, and her chest tightened.

Mindy's voice rose, arms crossing, breasts lifting. "It's not a thing when I feel invisible," she said. "You're acting like I'm not here." She turned, heels snapping against the floor, the dress rustling as she wove through the crowd, frustration flaring.

Ken tracked her from the corner of his eye, beer untouched, careful not to stare. She was electric, furious, radiant, that dress swaying with each sharp step. He imagined her pinned against a gym rack, her moans in his ears, and shook his head at himself, wanting her so badly it hurt, but he stayed still, blending into the chatter, his longing locked tight.

Mindy paced the hall upstairs, irritation cooling into regret. She'd overdone it, Jay wasn't perfect, but she hated this rift. Spotting a suited figure, charcoal jacket, black tie, slip into the bathroom, she followed, heart thudding. The door shut, the light a soft amber wash. She locked it, stepping near.

"Baby," she said, wrapping her arms around him from behind, her breasts pressing full against his back, velvet brushing his suit. "I'm sorry. I don't want us mad. Let's fix this."

Ken stiffened, her lavender warmth flooding him, the heat of her breath tickling his neck. It was him, not Jay, her tits plush and firm through his jacket. His cock hardened instantly, and he clenched his fists, silent. The suit, the dimness, she'd mistaken him, and her touch drowned any urge to correct her.

Mindy tilted her head at his quiet, hands drifting down his chest. "Still upset?" she said, teasing, then sank to her knees, the dress pulling taut across her thighs with a soft rustle. She unzipped him, his cock springing free, thick, hard, pulsing. "He's really into this," she thought, brushing off a slight difference. Her lips parted, taking him in.

Ken's breath caught, mind screaming. "She's sucking me," he thought, as her mouth, hot, slick, slid over him, the wet sound echoing faintly. Her tongue teased, slow and deliberate, then deepened, golden hair grazing his legs. He gripped the sink, guilt warring with bliss, her lips stretching wide.

Mindy hummed, tasting salt and heat, her voice muffled. "You're so ready," she said, pulling back to lick the tip, eyes glinting. It felt a bit off, more intense, but she blamed their spat, sucking harder until he groaned, low and rough, sweat beading on his neck.

Ken's fingers knotted in her hair, guiding her. "She's unreal," he thought, watching her lips shine, her throat tightening as she took him. She gagged faintly, and he paused, savoring the sight, lost in her wet heat before urging her deeper.

Mindy eased off, breathless, rising to bend over the sink. "Take me, Jay," she said, hiking her dress with a soft swish, baring her ass, smooth, tight, thong a thin strip. A flicker stirred, he was too quiet, but her need pulsed louder, urging her on.

Ken stared, cock aching, her ass a chiseled gem from the gym. He slapped it, a crisp smack, pink flaring on her skin, the sound sharp in the small space. She gasped, and he tensed, thinking, "She might notice," but she stayed, legs parting, her thighs flexing with subtle strength.

Mindy's voice wavered, soft. "You're feisty tonight," she said. He didn't reply, just tugged her thong aside, hands roaming to her chest. He yanked the dress down, her breasts tumbling free, full, nipples stiff against the cool air. He kneaded them, slow at first, savoring their weight, then rougher, slapping them lightly as they swayed.

Ken's mind roared, "She's mine now." He thrust into her, her tight, slick heat gripping him, sweat slicking her back. She moaned, sharp, and he drove deep, hands groping her bare tits, rolling her nipples until she squirmed, pausing to tease them before pounding again.

Mindy clutched the sink, gasping, her thighs taut from gym work. "God, you feel huge," she said, a faint wonder brushing her mind, he felt fuller, somehow. His silence tugged at her, but the pleasure surged, her climax building as he slapped her ass again, fingers digging into her breasts.

Ken thought, "She's breaking for me," pounding faster, her walls pulsing. Her dress sagged, tits bouncing, and she came, crying, "Oh, baby," her body trembling as ecstasy crashed through her, sweat glistening on her skin.

Mindy panted, spent. "Let me taste you," she said, dropping to her knees, lips wrapping him again. He groaned, thrusting shallow, and erupted, hot, thick, flooding her mouth as she swallowed, sucking him dry.

Ken watched, chest heaving, thinking, "She might guess." She stood, wiping her lips, eyes thoughtful. He slipped out, silent, leaving her adjusting her dress, a quiet unease settling in.

Mindy wandered back downstairs, smoothing her hair. Jay met her near the bar, his suit still neat, his voice gentle. "Hey, Min," he said, touching her arm. "I'm sorry about earlier. I was an ass, stuck downstairs with the cousins all night. You okay?"

She smiled, nodding, but his words twisted inside her. "It's fine," she said, her tone calm. He'd been downstairs, apologizing, while she'd been upstairs. A shiver ran through her, had that been Jay in the bathroom? The suits, the dim light, or someone else? The thought lingered, faint, stirring a mix of irritation and a strange, unspoken thrill as she sipped her drink.