Trading Bodies With His Slut Wife.
Phil had not planned this, but as Fred began kissing him slow and gentle, Phil responded with passion. Fred kept pumping, going slow and deep, and even though he had not been trying to get there, Sherry's body betrayed Phil by reaching still another orgasm.
Originally called The Trade and written by EroticWriter / Jul 23, 2010
Readers: I would imagine that it has been every boy/man's fantasy at one time or another to be able to trade bodies for a little while with a woman.
Just think, you could say 'Yes' to any man of your choice and just like that be getting laid. You could see for yourself what different sexual coupling positions are like.
You could try different men and compare their cocks and see for yourself how different sizes of cock feel.
You could experiment with your new body and see what actually feels good to a woman and then when you go back to being a man, be a better lover. Sounds simple doesn't it? But there are problems, as we shall see.
Trading Bodies With His Slut Wife.
A man named Phil was sick and tired of going to work every day while his wife stayed at home. He would come home tired and depressed sometimes, and when he would tell her how he felt, then she would tell him how hard her day had been.
Well of course Phil, being a man, could not believe that getting to stay at home, not answering to bosses and other employees, etc. could be all that hard. After all, he reasoned in his head, she got to send the kids to school, so she was free all day to do as she pleased.
He wanted his wife Sherry to see what he went through so that night, he prayed, "Dear Lord, I go to work every day and put in 8 hours while my wife merely stays at home. I want her to know what I go through, so please create a temporary trade in our bodies."
God, in His infinite wisdom, granted the man's wish.
The next morning, sure enough, Phil awoke as a woman. He woke first because God had given him all the instincts and knowledge he would need to fulfill the obligations of being a wife and a mother. Waking up first was one of them.
While still lying under the covers, Phil was astounded as he felt his breasts and pussy. He looked at the person lying next to him with his back turned. It looked like the back of his own head, but Phil couldn't be sure. Is that Sherry in my body?
Phil carefully reached over to feel around. It was a man's body for sure! As he gently grasped the penis on the sleeping body, it felt very familiar. Phil had felt this dick all his life, so he knew his own penis when he touched it, only this time he could not feel it from the standpoint of having it attached to his own body. It was his body all right, only Sherry was now in it. What would it feel like inside me? Phil wanted to do more with this new, to him, body, but there wasn't time.
He brought his hand further up. Damn! Is that my gut? I didn't realize it was getting that bad. Of course, he tried telling himself, Sherry's lying on her side folded up, and that tends to make the gut bulge a bit. So right off the bat, Phil was making excuses for himself.
Phil arose, and immediately learned what it meant to have to sit down to pee and then wipe. Then he awakened Sherry and cooked breakfast for her. Sherry seemed to be totally ******* that she was in his body. If the Lord had actually been the one to make this all come true, then he apparently had given Sherry the knowledge she needed to occupy Phil's body and be ******* of the change. This was cool. Phil would get the experience and Sherry would remember nothing.
Phil awakened the kids, set out their school clothes and fed them breakfast. He gave Sherry the usual peck on the lips that he normally received and watched as Sherry drove off in both his car and body.
Then he packed the kid's lunches, drove them to school, came home; picked up the dry cleaning, took it to the cleaners and stopped at the bank to draw out money to pay the power bill and telephone bill, then drove to the power company and the phone company and paid the bills in person to save on the cost of stamps, went grocery shopping, came home and put away the groceries. Whew, what a day so far!
He checked the watch, on her wrist. Damn! Already?
By then it was already noon and he hurried to make the beds, do the laundry, vacuum, dust, and sweep the kitchen floor. With most of the work done he sat down to relax for a minute. It was one, and he had almost two hours before he would have to drive to the school and pick up the kids.
Now there was something he wanted to try with this female body that he had seen undressed and known intimately so many times, only this time he would see how things felt to his wife, and women in general.
Excited at the prospect of what he might discover, Phil sat back on the couch and lifted his blouse. He pulled up the brassiere and fondled his breasts. Well, there wasn't a whole lot of feeling there. Tweaking the nipples was definitely a strong sensation, and the nipples got hard, but it wasn't all that arousing.
Maybe it was better for his wife when he was the one doing it. Was this weird, or what? Here he was, Phil, playing with his wife's tits, but he was the one feeling what she was feeling. It would probably feel better with someone else's hand doing the feeling.
He pulled down his panties. Maybe this will feel better. Yes, it does feel good to touch it. There, right on the clitoris, that does feel good. He giggled as he tried putting his fingers around the erect clitoris. It felt almost like his penis, but oh so much smaller.
He reached further and inserted a finger into an already wet vagina. Not much there. He tried two, a little better, but still not much. On top of it, it wasn't real easy to keep the fingers inside and stroke in and out. He had to reach and twist his wrist. Well, there again it would feel better if someone else was doing the doing.
He tried the clit again and began rubbing. Ah yes. To Phil, this was exciting because it was new. Stimulated at a level higher then Sherry would be, Phil stroked faster. Phil definitely was going to reach an orgasm if he kept this up. If it felt this good, how come his wife, when she was in this body, wasn't this horny?
Then it occurred to Phil, his wife was used to this body and all the sensations he was experiencing were old hat to her. Phil was used to using some fantasy when he was going for an orgasm. He often did this, even when he was on top of Sherry. But now he was confused.
One of his favorite fantasies while he was on top of Sherry was to pretend that he was another man, and his wife was feeling a strange dick for the first time, and she was going to come, really hard. But now, he was in Sherry's body, and could not decide what the fantasy should be.
There was no penetration going on, no friction between two surfaces, and he was not sure whether he should think of having a man inside him, or still being the man at the other end. But he kept stroking the clit, and it felt good.
Phil was halfway to an orgasm and trying to settle on a fantasy in his mind to use when the phone rang. Damn, just when it was really feeling good too. Not daring to let it go on ringing because it could be his wife calling from his work, Phil picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hello? Sherry? Is it safe to talk?"
Phil's heart dropped. It was a man's voice that he recognized as belonging to Fred, one of their neighbors. Phil instantly picked up on the tone of the neighbor's voice. It was one of stealth and sneakiness, as if the neighbor was sharing a secret with his wife. Phil hesitated only a second before responding with a "Yes." He wanted to see what might be going on between his wife and the neighbor.
"I've got the afternoon off and Maude is away visiting her mother until tonight. It's a good opportunity for us to do a little playing if you can spare a few minutes."
Phil was shocked, and yet at the same time felt a thrill go through his body. Talk about timing. Out of the blue, totally unexpected, Phil was being offered a chance to see what it was like to be fucked as a woman? Should he?
It would involve letting dear neighbor Fred have carnal knowledge of his wife's body, but she would remember none of it. Phil could have the fun, his wife would not know, and he could tell Fred before they started that when they were done Fred was never to bother her again, and that this one time would be it.
That is, if this was to be 'one time.'
He decided to go for it, but first he had to find out if Fred has already been intimate with Sherry. "What do you have in mind Fred? We only have a hour or so before I have to go pick up the kids."
Fred laughed. "What do I have in mind? Ha, that's funny. I know what you really like, so that's what I'll do. Want me to come on over?"
Phil's heart dropped. It sounded like his wife had already been intimate with Fred. It took extreme will power to control himself and not start yelling. After all, he was Sherry now, and not Phil. "Come on over."
"Be there in five baby. Keep it warm for me..."
Phil had tears running down his cheeks, and was surprised at these new, easily aroused feelings of emotion. His wife had been cheating on him, and now he was about to continue what she had already started. His heart was breaking at the thought of Sherry and Fred, but he was feeling a sensation of extreme excitement as to how it could be.
Phil ran to do what he knew Sherry would do, because she did it for him. He washed her pussy, and brushed her teeth. He'd change into something sexy, but there wasn't time. Then the thought hit him. Phil might want to kiss him.
Kiss a man?
The thought of that was disgusting, but then Phil remembered that he was in Sherry's body. If Fred wanted to kiss, Phil would have to do it, but keep it to a minimum.
What he wanted to find out was what it would be like to take a dick in his pussy, no, rephrase that, in Sherry's pussy. It might be Sherry's pussy, but he would get to feel the sensations. There was a knock at the door. It was Fred. Phil went to the door and opened it. Fred immediately stepped inside and Phil instinctively looked around outside to see if any neighbors were watching.
When Phil closed the door, Fred immediately wrapped his arms around Phil. "Baby," said Fred, "I have been soooo horny. It's been several days since we've been in bed. What say we get right to it?"
Well, Phil had his answer. Sherry had been fucking Fred for who knew how long. Well, no reason to stop it now, since Fred had already been inside this body. This was Phil's chance to see what it was like, and he would not be giving his wife's body to some man for the first time and be starting something new that she (or he) would not be able to handle later.
Yes, fuck Fred now, and confront Sherry later with his knowledge and bring this affair to a crashing halt. That is what he would do.
Phil led Fred down the hall to the master bedroom door. "Do you want to do it here?"
Fred looked surprised. "Well, yeah, sure baby, if you want to. You've never let me do it in your husband's bed, it's always been on the couch or in the guest room."
Phil immediately 'changed his mind." "You're right. I don't know what I was thinking. I haven't been myself today. Let's do it in the guest room."
Phil led Fred into the guest room and started to remove his blouse.
"You aren't going to wait for me to take it off baby?"
Phil realized that Sherry and Fred must have a routine that they normally went through. "No, we don't have a lot of time, I just want to get to it."
"Yeah baby, me too. I really dig it when you get all anxious for my cock." Fred immediately removed his shirt and unbuckled his belt. Fred was watching Phil as he undressed Sherry's body, and Phil was trembling as he removed his bra and panties. Then Phil eyed the bulge in Fred's shorts. "Damn!" What the hell does Fred have in there?"
His question was answered when the shorts came down. It was not firmly upright yet, maybe halfway. Even so it was obvious. Fred was quite well hung; having a dick that was both longer and thicker than the one on Phil's male body. Fred was uncut, and the foreskin still covered half the head.
Fred laughed. "I always get a kick out of the way you stare at my dick when the pants come down. You really love this thing, don't you?"
Be mad, sad, or glad upon seeing that cock?
Phil could barely speak. His mind, her mind, was whirling. He had no choice but to answer in the positive. That is what she would have said, based upon what Fred had just said. Phil couldn't help but see that Fred's penis was growing firmer as they spoke. "Yes. It's kind of nice."
Yes, Phil was staring at the cock, but even more so than when Sherry did it. Taking delight in her obvious fascination with his cock today, Fred continued to grow as Phil stared at his penis. As it became upright the foreskin peeled back off the head without Fred touching it with his hands.
The head was revealed now, a thick, shiny head. The skin looked smooth, and Fred wondered if there was more sensitivity there than he felt on his own, circumcised cock, with the head that was slightly wrinkled in appearance.
Phil was undergoing a turmoil of emotions. He felt anger and resentment at knowing that Fred had been fucking his wife with that huge peter. Phil not only felt disappointment and sadness that his wife had been cheating on him, but also wrapping her pussy around and enjoying a big dick in the process.
He felt extreme jealousy at the thought. His wife, his lovely little "faithful" wife might really be hot for this peter that was now pointing his way and had been pointed at her an unknown number of times in the past.
Fred moved up against Phil and wrapped his arms around him. He pressed his lips against Phil, and Phil had to use extreme will power to allow his lips to open and accept Fred's tongue within his mouth. Phil could feel that hard dick pressing up against him, and he excitedly reached down and wrapped his fingers around it. He was touching another man's dick for the first time.
Wow, if only my own dick felt like that. What must Sherry be thinking when she makes love with me after having been in bed with Fred and this big cock? Does she wish that my dick was as large as this one? Does she lie under me in bed and make comparisons in her mind?
Fred slipped a finger into Phil's pussy, and as Phil opened his legs wider he felt his body go limp. Oh damn, when someone else touches that pussy, it feels sooo much better. When Fred suddenly lifted him up like he was no heavier than a feather, Phil almost felt panic, then he relaxed. This is how it is to be a woman. The man is the dominant one who takes charge.
Fred was smiling with anticipation as he carried Phil to the bed. Phil, for his part, strangely wanted to be dominated by this man. He felt suddenly weak compared to the power in the body of the man who had so easily hoisted him up and was now placing him gently on the mattress.
Phil looked up at the man and the penis looming over him. This was his first time as a woman, and his initial thought was, 'he's too big, he might hurt me. Just look at that cock.' But then he remembered that he was in Sherry's body, and that penis had already been inside this body, so surely it would not be difficult to take him.
He wanted this man to climb on him and stick that thing in right now. Yes, it might be easier to do this than he had thought. Instead of crawling between Phil's opened legs, Fred crawled up onto the bed beside him. They kissed, and Phil returned Fred's fondling of his breasts and pussy with nice feels of Fred's thick penis. He reached down and felt the balls as well. These things were soon going to be shooting a big load into his pussy.
"Suck me for a few minutes baby. I love it when you do that."
Suck a man's cock?
Suck a dick? If there was one thing that Phil was not, it was gay. Yet, he was expected to suck Fred's big cock. How could Phil do that? Of course he was in Sherry's body, no one would ever know. Maybe he could try it, just for a little bit. Phil slid down and wrapped one hand around the base of Fred's mighty pole. He studied the view intensely.
It not only felt big, it really looked big compared to the size of his hand, which of course was now the relatively small hand of his wife. Phil stroked up and down on the foreskin. Damn this thing feels really meaty. He wondered what it would feel like in his pussy.
It was then that Phil realized; he was beginning to think as Sherry would sexually. Yes, what does this thing feel like in MY pussy? But first, I need to suck on it. It was strange. Sherry had been with this man before and she had sucked and fucked this big cock that Phil was now holding.
Sherry had known all, but Phil had no memories in his mind of what she had been doing. He had all the knowledge he needed to substitute for Sherry when it came to being a mother and housekeeper, but that was the limit of his knowledge as to what Sherry had been doing.
Phil opened Sherry's small mouth as wide as possible and enveloped the thick mushroom shaped head. He immediately tasted pre-cum, the clear fluid that would help to make things slippery so he could more easily take this dick in his pussy.
Despite the smaller mouth he now had, sucking on another man's penis was easier to do from a mental standpoint than Phil thought it would be. He nibbled with his teeth, oh so gently, but hard enough to tickle. Experimenting, he ran his tongue around and around the head, the head that felt so smooth. Yes, this is kind of fun, actually.
Excited now, he became more vigorous, running his mouth, Sherry's mouth that is, all around the head and shaft.
"Hey baby. You're getting really good at this. I love that bit with the teeth. You've never done that before. Too bad we don't have time to do things twice. I'd love to come in your mouth first and then do some fucking."
Come in my mouth? Phil wondered if Sherry had ever swallowed Fred's come. She had not done that for Phil since the early days of their marriage. If she was doing it for Fred, it certainly wasn't fair. He had to find out.
"Do you like coming in my mouth?" Phil was taking a chance. If Fred had never come in Sherry's mouth he would have to act like he had miss-stated his question.
"Oh yeah baby. I love it when you let me drop a load down your throat. We've only done that, let's see...maybe four times, but you at least can manage to swallow it all even though I shoot really big loads. I love watching you gulp and get it down. My wife never could swallow the entire load."
Well, Phil had his answer. Fred had blasted a load into Sherry's mouth at least four times, and according to Fred, she had swallowed it all. Phil knew for sure that he could never do that, Sherry's body or not.
He stroked Fred's penis gently to keep Fred happy and yet keep his own mouth free for conversation. Phil was curious about Fred's wife. Maybe he could learn a little about Maude and sometime in the future he could fuck her to get back at Fred.
"So, besides the fact that I can swallow your come and Maude can't, what else do I do better?"
Fred looked at Phil strangely. He smiled. "You've never wanted to hear about my wife before. You always acted jealous of Maude. But if you really want to know, you're better at fucking than she is. Your...what should I call it...your enthusiasm level is much higher than hers."
Phil wanted to knock Fred down a peg or two. "Maybe she has just gotten bored with you. Could be that you have been neglecting her too much. If I was with you all day every day I might be less enthusiastic too."
Fred laughed. "You? You less enthusiastic? I doubt it. Not the way you like to fuck. Maude could never be as wild in bed as you are. Of course, I can see how you might not be so enthusiastic with your husband after having me."
Phil clenched his fists, ready to strike out in anger, and then suddenly remembered that he was in Sherry's body. He hated what Fred had just said about him and putting him down in comparison. Fred was still speaking. Besides, something was troubling Phil. His wife, though cooperative during the act, had never been what he would describe as 'wild' in bed.
It would appear that Fred had brought something out with Sherry that Phil never could. Phil was almost ready to jump up and ask Fred to leave, when Fred spoke: "Now forget this talk, why don't you let me come in your mouth? You know that after I come and the pressure is down that I can fuck you really long and hard without having to hold back. You like that, I know. "
Sherry likes getting fucked hard for a really long time with this thing? Even though he was in Sherry's body, Phil formed an image in his mind of Sherry under Fred while Fred flexed his mighty ass muscles and pounded this dick against her groin, Actually, he kind of wanted that, but swallowing come was not in Phil's agenda for today. But he still wanted to see what it was like to be fucked in his, no, in Sherry's pussy.
"Not today, lover boy. I want you to fuck me and I want to feel....take your whole load."
Fred was pleased with what 'Sherry' had just said. Never before had she came right out and used the word fuck to describe what they had been doing. She had stated once that she considered the word vulgar, and preferred to say, 'have sex.' Later, sometimes, she had taken to saying 'make love.'
Fred took advantage and used the word in his reply. "Sure sugar plum. Suck me for another minute and then we'll fuck."
And Phil did. He sucked, and sucked lovingly. Suddenly really into it, he stroked with his hands, sucked with his lips, and ran his tongue all around the head of the meat that belonged to another man. And that meat was soon to be into his body, his wife's body. He even cradled those big balls in his hand and jiggled them, feeling their weight and thinking about the waiting load within.
Strangely, Phil's thinking changed. Now enjoying holding and sucking this mighty pole, he began thinking of what it might be like to feel a hot load blasting into his mouth. Fred laughed after two minutes had gone by. "That's great baby. You really know how to suck when you get into it. Now let's get to fucking. Do you want to get on top first and fuck me like you usually do?"
Phil took note. So Sherry liked to ride this thing. Interesting. All Phil had wanted to do was lie on his back and let Fred do the work and see what it would be like to be fucked, but if Sherry liked to ride, he figured that he could mount up and see what this thing would feel like at different angles. Phil already had Fred on his back. He wrapped his hand around Fred's rigid rod, and leaning forward, dribbled some slobber all over the head to get it good and wet.
Phil knew that even though his pussy was not as snug as it used to be since Sherry had given birth to two kids, that it was still a fairly tight one. All his life he had wondered: What does it feel like to a woman to be penetrated in the pussy? Now he would finally find out.
His curiosity gets answered.
Phil climbed over Fred and positioned his pelvis over the peter that stood tall and in wait for his pussy. Fred placed his hand on it to hold it in place so that Phil/Sherry could center his pussy over it. When Phil felt the head of Fred's penis touch between his pussy lips, he shivered. Oh man, this might feel really good. He lowered his pussy over the head. Oh wow, that stretching feels really, really good.
He wanted to let out a moan, or maybe a groan, but he was unsure as to what sound Sherry would make if she were in this body, so he remained silent. He took the entire head inside with one long smooth stroke down, and stopped when he felt his tight lips close around the thinner but still thick shaft.
"Wow, Sherry. You must really be horny for me. You usually make some noise and take more time swallowing up that head cause you say it feels so good when it first stretches your lips."
"Yes, I'm very horny. Like you said, it's been several days." But what Fred had said made sense. It had felt really great as he/she had slid down over that fat head. Phil raised Sherry's lower body and allowed the penis to fall out. He immediately moved down again, and the aim was still good as his pussy went down over the head once again.
He experimented by letting out a little groan. It felt natural, so as he lowered his pussy down to the point where the head was thickest and he was stretched the furthest, he groaned again. "That's better baby. That's the Sherry I remember."
Phil unknowingly answered as Sherry would have. "I love feeling that thick part of your head." As Phil spoke, he started taking little short strokes and going deeper over the thick meat that felt like it was totally filling his lower body.
"Would you like my dick even better if it was as thick as the fattest part of my head all the way down?"
Phil thought before he answered. He didn't know what the answer would be if Sherry was giving it. After all, he hadn't even been all the way down that shaft yet. "It's probably better this way. I get to feel a special spot each time it goes inside me. If it was that thick all the way down, it wouldn't be as exciting."
Phil was not sure if that was the answer Sherry would have given, but it was the best he could do for now. Maybe later, after he had felt this entire wonderful hunk of meat, he could give another, more authoritative answer. He rose up over that widest part, and groaned as he slid down over it once again.
Fred laughed as he grasped Phil/Sherry's ass and began gently pulling down. "What's the matter baby?" He took advantage of a chance to use the F word again. To Fred, saying 'fuck' made this act more physical, and for him, more exciting.
"Phil hasn't been fucking you like he should? I know that he hasn't got the equipment to please you like I do, but you said that he gives you what he's got fairly regular."
Phil realized for sure now that Sherry must have been discussing their sex life with Fred. He wanted to restore some of his reputation with this neighbor who was sneaking around with his wife. "Well, your dick is nice Fred, but Phil has enough to satisfy me, and he knows how to use it."
Fred laughed, and began saying things that tore Phil up inside. "You women. Always changing your story from one minute to the next. First you told me that it has always been kind-of-hard for you to come with Phil, and you told me the last time we were together that it was getting even harder to come with your husband since you've gotten used to what I've got between my legs."
Fred began fondling Phil's/Sherry's breasts as he was speaking. "And I might add that what I've got between my legs is also what you're getting between your legs baby. I can tell by the way your ass is starting to move that you are really enjoying yourself."
What Fred had said was true. Fred had uttered deeply hurtful words, unknowingly to Phil, but the new Sherry had begun pumping harder, taking the full length of Fred's mammoth meat. Once he had buried it to the deepest parts of Sherry's pussy, the feeling had gradually been increasing in intensity.
At the same time, Phil found himself using a fantasy. He was in his wife's body in his fantasy, and he was under himself, under Phil, and was thinking of Fred while he, Phil, was fucking her.
He as Sherry wanted to come while her husband, him, was fucking her, but she couldn't because her husband was so small. When Fred pulled Sherry's upper body downward in order to kiss him, a confused Phil did not resist. Their tongues met and twirled around one another's.
Fred began thrusting his hips up to meet Sherry's down strokes. Phil began to feel pressure building. There was a strong tingling in his clitoris and in his lips, and now, all around his pussy. An orgasm was rapidly approaching. Soon, soon he would know what it is like! A woman's orgasm was approaching, and he was about to feel it.
Phil twisted his hips around as he stroked, looking for the best angle inside, the one that would feel the best. He rose higher over Fred so that the prick would not be inside so far. There, now he had found it, up in the front, that must be Sherry's G spot. He stayed on it, using the head of Fred's mammoth monster to rub along the upper wall of Sherry's pussy.
"I see you've got it touching your favorite place again."
So Sherry did this also, and on his own, Phil had found the place! "Yes, I love that spot," Phil replied, knowing instinctively what Sherry's answer would have been. Phil discovered as he used Sherry's body that all that length was not needed and that only a few inches were necessary to hit the best place of all. "Oh God, this is it. Now, Now, I'm coming.
Oh shit I can't believe this." Phil was ******* in his intense pleasure that he was also speaking out loud. Fred heard Sherry saying she was coming, and Oh Shit, and all the rest. Fred was using the F word freely now. He was jerking his cock upward into her and talking to Sherry like he had done so often in the past, only now he was using the F word.
"Yeah baby, fuck it. Fuck my big cock. Fuck it good baby. I know how you like to come. One more good fucking climax for the faithful little housewife that loves to fuck. That's it. Keep coming the way you love to do it."
And Phil was coming hard. Fred's cynical use of the phrase 'faithful little housewife' barely registered on his consciousness. He didn't stop after the first one, something he had always done when he occupied his male body. No, Phil kept pumping after only the briefest of time to catch his breath. After the first come, the second was close behind.
Phil started to sweat, and it was dripping from his breasts and onto Fred. When the second orgasm was finished, Phil was exhausted. He laid his chest on Fred and gasped.
"O.K., baby. Now it's my turn. Let me turn you over and put it to you the way you love it."
Oh yes, Phil wanted that, but he felt too weak. As if he knew, Fred grasped Phil by the shoulders and rolled Phil off Fred's body and onto her back. Fred immediately rolled between Phil's legs and placed his penis between Phil's pussy lips. "Take this baby. Tell me how much you like it while I fuck you good and hard."
The F word was out of the bag now, and Fred planned to keep it out. Phil groaned as the hardness entered her pussy. Damn this is good. If this is what women get to feel, why didn't they like to fuck all the time? But then, this peter is strange, and it is so big, and of course for him, Phil, this was a first time. Maybe that was it. First time or not, this is one to remember.
He wrapped his legs around Fred, and then as Fred continued to pump, Phil's legs went higher until they were wrapped around Fred's waist. As he tightened his arms around Fred's back and shoulders, Phil felt Fred''s finger begin exploring around his ass. It tickled, and Phil did not try to stop him. His juice, Sherry's juice, was flowing freely and some of it had dribbled down to where it was over Sherry's anus. Now wet, the finger went in, and surprisingly, it felt really good.
Unknown to him, Phil was groaning loudly. He was alternating kissing and moaning now without giving the fact that he was kissing a man a second thought. He whimpered, gasped, grasped and fucked back at Fred as Fred fed the big meat to him. Over and over, harder and harder the hugeness pounded his pussy.
Phil was fucking Fred in exactly the same manner that Sherry did, only now, with even more enthusiasm. An orgasm, here it comes, still another orgasm, and after only a minute or two from the last one when he had been on top.
Now Phil knew what it meant for women to have multiple orgasms as he went through the ecstasy of one, then two and then a third orgasm as Fred dumped his huge load into him. Phil experienced the feeling of wetness that Sherry had often felt with Fred's big load in her pussy.
Phil also experienced the disappointment at feeling Fred go soft so soon after coming. Phil wanted to fuck again, but time was running out. That was when Fred threw the shocker at him.
Phil finds that his wife has gone farther with Fred emotionally than he thought.
"Have you thought anymore about you and I divorcing our mates and getting married to each other?
Sherry has talked about getting divorced? She loves Fred? Oh no, no that. Phil was going to have to treat Sherry a lot better, that was all there was to it. Here Phil was, in Sherry's body, fucking the guy that wanted to bust up his marriage. This was so weird that no one would ever believe it, except there was no one that he could even tell it to.
"Fred, that was just fantasy. You know that I could never leave Phil and the kids."
Fred was still lying on top of Phil and he placed his lips on Phil's and kissed him long and tenderly. It almost seemed normal now for Phil to return his kiss, tongue and all. Strangely, he even wanted to be held and cuddled.
"Well, it wasn't fantasy for me. Anytime you want to sit down and talk about it seriously, just let me know."
Phil was scared now. This thing between his wife and Fred had gone even further than he had thought. "We'd better get up. I have to go get the kids pretty soon."
"Yes. In a minute, maybe. That was one of the better ones baby. I shot a good load that time. How about you? It felt like you came pretty good too."
"Yes. I enjoyed that." Phil wanted to play down the orgasms he had experienced with Fred and build up his own reputation to Fred, but he found it hard to do. That had been one great fuck, and Phil had never climaxed five times in the space of maybe ten minutes before.
In his entire life, this had been his greatest sexual experience, bar none. Still, Phil had to conceal his true feelings, after all, he was appearing as Sherry, Phil's wife, to Fred.
"It was pretty good. I come with Phil like that too, when he takes the time to do it."
Fred laughed. "Are you kidding? Not from what you've told me in the past. You said my peter really hits you where it counts and his doesn't. Anytime and everywhere, but especially when we tease your G spot."
Phil was going over in his mind what Fred had just been saying. Sherry had told Fred that his peter feels good everywhere and that mine doesn't? No matter how well I treat Sherry in the future, he thought, I can never make up for what she will be missing when she fucks me.
Feeling sad, Phil climbed weakly out of bed as soon as Fred had rolled off his body. "I know that I've told you I enjoy this, but I think we need to quit. I've been feeling really guilty about cheating on Phil. I love him, and I do enjoy him in bed, and this just isn't right. So, I want to call it quits for a while if you don't mind."
Phil had not meant to say 'for a while,' but he sensed that it might be easier to get Fred to accept that for now. In the meantime, when he managed to get back into his own body, Phil planned to give his wife some really good, attentive loving and also hint that he had suspicions about her. If he worked it right, Fred would never be in bed with her again.
"Sure baby," Fred said in reply. "We?ve gone through this before, sort of. If you want to cool it for a while, I can play along. Just remember, even if you don't want to marry me, I know far more than your husband about how horny you get. So anytime you get another craving for some good fucking, you know where to find me. I know it won't be long before you call me again."
As Fred was speaking, he had moved close to Phil and placed his arms around him. Once again Phil felt a special thrill from the power that seemed to flow from this man, who was so much larger than the 110 pound naked body that Phil was occupying. Phil could feel Fred's penis pressing up against him, and he could not resist the urge to grab it. It was semi-hard and as Phil stroked it, it stiffened to attention.
This was so unbelievable. This man wanted Sherry to divorce him, and yet, here he had grabbed Fred's cock, and it was throbbing in his hand. Against his better judgment, Phil wanted it now. He wanted Fred between his legs one more time.
Yes, one last time. One last adventure as Sherry getting fucked by a virile man with a big dick. He had to do it now. Phil used the staff to pull Fred back to the bed, and as Phil laid down on his back, he guided Fred's staff towards his pussy.
Fred was on top of Phil and Phil moaned with pleasure as Fred buried his cock into Phil's pussy within seconds. "See what I mean, baby?" Fred smirked. "You didn't even wait to call me to fuck again. Let's face it, we're just too good together to ignore."
Phil chose to ignore Fred's comment. "You'll have to hurry Fred, we're out of time. But pull it out and stick it in again. Do it two or three times. I love that once I'm good and wet."
"This won't take but a minute baby. I can come quick when I have to. One last time, until the next time."
It was starting to feel really good for Phil. After he had pulled it out and stretched her going in again several times, Phil added, "Well, maybe you could take two minutes..."
This time Phil really experienced the feeling of wanting to be kissed, and pulled Fred's head to his. Their tongues twirled around and around one another's.
Fred was experiencing the feeling of passion that women usually achieved while kissing. Their hips began thrusting, slamming into one another. Feeling really wanton now and acting like a slut, Phil raised his legs as high as he could get them, and eventually they ended up over Fred's shoulders. Phil didn't even take the time to wonder how his little wife's body could handle all the meat that Fred was wielding in this position.
"I know you said you can't leave Phil and marry me, but let me hear you say it one last time so we can have a great come together. Say 'I love you' baby. Say it for me while I fuck you the way you like it. Even if you don't mean it, I love to hear you say it."
With that, Fred began pumping steadily into Sherry as deep as he could go. "OK, one last time, then don't ever ask me to say it again." Phil was ready to say the words, when Fred began kissing him passionately. The kiss lasted for several seconds, and when Fred lifted his lips, Phil gasped out the words, "I love you..."
'Oh crap, I said it. I said the three little words to Fred, and when I said it, it felt so natural. Why oh why am I doing this and I can't seem to help it!'
Fred began pounding harder as he heard Sherry expressing her love for him, and trying to cover for what he had just said, Phil added, "I love it when you fuck me like this."
Fred did last the two minutes that Phil had asked for, and three minutes after that. Phil felt Fred start to speed up and actually yelled it out. “Wait! Don't come yet!”
Fred stopped pumping. “What's wrong? You don't want me to come?”
Phil was breathing hard. “I...I just want you to fuck me slow and steady for a little bit so I can feel you going in and out without trying to come.”
Fred laughed. “Sure baby. We've done that before.” Fred started fucking again, only this time going real slow and using almost full-length strokes.
“Yes. Like that, just for a little while.” Phil relaxed the body he was occupying and without working hard and without the pressure of trying to come, just laid there and felt, really felt Fred as he worked slowly back and forth with that marvelous cock.
Phil experimented. He ran his arms all around and over Fred's body as he felt the muscles of his body working hard to please the body that Phil was occupying. Phil especially enjoyed running his fingers over Fred's firm buttocks and feeling the muscles each time they flexed when Fred would thrust forward, going deep and making Phil gasp.
Phil was enjoying the feeling of being possessed, possessed by a man who knew just how, how hard, and when. Fred was dominating while he was fucking, and Phil, as each minute ticked by, was beginning to experience more and more that feeling that so many women love.
Then the kissing started again. Phil had not planned this, but as Fred began kissing him slow and gentle, Phil responded with passion. He even pulled Fred into himself, craving more of Fred, all he could get.
Fred kept pumping, going slow and deep, and even though he had not been trying to get there, Sherry's body betrayed him by reaching still another orgasm.
Phil and Fred experienced their second simultaneous orgasm in a row. For Phil, in Sherry's body, it had been his best ever. As they laid there for a couple of minutes afterwards, they kissed, and Phil felt uncontrolled tears flowing down his cheeks as he said 'I love you' one last time.
This was incredibly stupid. He wanted his wife to end this affair, and yet, for some reason Phil was uttering those three words uncontrollably to Fred. Somehow, he couldn't stop the words from pouring out. The longer Phil spent acting as Sherry and making love, the more like a woman Phil felt.
For a little while, in the throes of orgasm with Fred, Phil had truly felt love for Fred. This was going to have to stop, that was all there was to it. Using extreme will power, Phil sighed and said what he knew he must say.
"OK, that's it. One last fuck, one last 'I love you.' Now let me up because it's getting late."
Fred kissed Phil on the forehead and lifted himself off Sherry's body. Phil tried to rise, and fell back. God, he felt so weak. What a round of fucking that had been. It had drained all his strength, correction, Sherry's strength, both physical and mental.
Fred had to help Phil out of bed, and when Phil tried to stand, he almost fell. Phil let Fred kiss him goodbye, and as they kissed, their hands groped each other in several places. After Fred had let himself out, Phil checked the time. Shit, they had been in bed over an hour. Time really flew when you were having fun.
After draining away a ton of cum from his pussy and a lot of wiping, Phil put the bra, panties and outer clothes on. He drove to the school to pick up the kids and got into an argument with them on the way home. All the while over to the school and back, Phil had felt more of Fred coming out.
'How does a woman control that, the cum coming out long afterward?'
Thinking that thought, Phil set out cookies and milk and got the kids organized to do their homework, then set up the ironing board and tried to watch TV while he did the ironing.
Phil tried to watch TV, but his mind was wandering, and kept going back to Fred lying under him and then on top of him. That last fuck especially, with his legs up over Fred's shoulders had been so wild, so wanton, so fucking good.
He thought back on that. He had said he loved Fred. How the hell could he, even as Sherry, have said that? Yet, at the time, it had seemed so natural to say it, not just once, but twice. Perhaps Sherry had been saying it to Fred for a while. Phil shivered. It was scary to think about. His marriage was definitely at risk.
At 4:30 PM he began peeling potatoes and washed greens for salads, breaded the chops and snapped fresh beans for supper. Phil kissed himself hello when Sherry came home from work. While eating, Phil took note that Sherry, in his body, failed to say 'Thank you' for the supper he had prepared.
'I'm being taken for granted. Might that be some of the reason Sherry strayed?'
After supper, he cleaned the kitchen, ran the dishwasher, folded laundry, bathed the kids, and put them to bed. At 9:00 PM Phil was exhausted and though his chores weren't finished, he went to bed where he was expected to make love.
Not just expected to make love, of course he wanted to. Imagine, a chance to fuck himself, his body while someone else is using it.
It was weird, fucking himself, which in effect was what Phil was doing. Now Phil knew what Sherry must have been feeling and thinking after having been fucked by Fred. Phil had been recently fucked by Fred, and a few hours later was in bed with Sherry as himself, and she was making the same familiar moves that he had made for so many years.
As Sherry, Phil was able to make almost a direct comparison between his own self and Fred in techniques. Phil did not spend much time on foreplay. His kisses were not as strong as Fred's. When Phil reached out and grasped the hard peter that was soon to be in his feminine body, it felt small in his hand.
'This must be what Sherry thinks now, I have a small cock.'
As Sherry climbed over Phil and pushed her penis into Phil, Phil realized that it felt noticeably smaller than Fred's cock had. The feeling was not as intense, because his vaginal lips weren't being stretched.
This time Phil could not reach orgasm in Sherry's body through intercourse, although he tried. It was a combination of being very tired, and knowing that his husband was just not as good in bed as Fred was. It wasn't just cock size, it was technique. Sherry was making all the moves in his body that he normally used, and it just didn't feel as exciting as Fred did.
Phil knew that when he got back into his own body, that he had his work cut out for him. The feeling of let down over knowing that his wife had been not only fucking the well hung Fred, but she has been talking love and possibly divorce with him was also cutting down on the feelings that Phil was experiencing.
Phil was tired. The energy levels of this female body did not match the energy level of a man's, but Phil still wanted to make this last for a while. After all, this was probably his only chance to be a woman, and making love to two male bodies in the same day was an unexpected bonus.
Over time, Phil kissed his own lips, and sucked his own cock. In an effort to come, Phil switched ends over Sherry and getting into a 69 position, lowered his pussy until he felt Sherry using his tongue on his clit. This time, Phil was able to reach a rather mild orgasm. It was not as good as the ones he had experienced with Fred, but it was still enjoyable.
Phil switched ends once again and went to work on the penis that he had been attached to for all his life before today. Phil wanted Sherry to enjoy this orgasm and sucked as best he knew how. When Sherry moaned and pushed her cock deep into Phil's mouth, he tried to swallow his own come to see what it was like.
Phil couldn't swallow all of it though, and concealed it as he allowed the remaining come to dribble out of his mouth and onto the sheets at the edge of the bed. Phil too note that, as he had done so often in the past, Sherry as Phil seemed to shy away from kissing him after his having his own cum in his mouth.
Soon afterwards, Sherry in Phil's body was asleep. Not long after, Phil as Sherry was asleep also.
It had been quite a day, quite a day indeed.
The next morning Phil awoke to find himself still within Sherry's body. Frowning, he immediately knelt by the bed and said," Lord, I don't know what I was thinking. I was so wrong to envy my wife's being able to stay home all day. I realize now how much work she actually does in a day.
Also, now that I know I've been neglecting her I've got to get her back to loving me again and being faithful. Please, O please Lord, let us trade back."
The Lord, in his infinite wisdom, replied, "My son, I feel you have learned your lesson and I will be happy to change things back to the way they were. You'll have to wait 9 months though and finish what you have started. You got pregnant yesterday afternoon!"
Phil had not planned this, but as Fred began kissing him slow and gentle, Phil responded with passion. Fred kept pumping, going slow and deep, and even though he had not been trying to get there, Sherry's body betrayed Phil by reaching still another orgasm.
Originally called The Trade and written by EroticWriter / Jul 23, 2010
Readers: I would imagine that it has been every boy/man's fantasy at one time or another to be able to trade bodies for a little while with a woman.
Just think, you could say 'Yes' to any man of your choice and just like that be getting laid. You could see for yourself what different sexual coupling positions are like.
You could try different men and compare their cocks and see for yourself how different sizes of cock feel.
You could experiment with your new body and see what actually feels good to a woman and then when you go back to being a man, be a better lover. Sounds simple doesn't it? But there are problems, as we shall see.
Trading Bodies With His Slut Wife.
A man named Phil was sick and tired of going to work every day while his wife stayed at home. He would come home tired and depressed sometimes, and when he would tell her how he felt, then she would tell him how hard her day had been.
Well of course Phil, being a man, could not believe that getting to stay at home, not answering to bosses and other employees, etc. could be all that hard. After all, he reasoned in his head, she got to send the kids to school, so she was free all day to do as she pleased.
He wanted his wife Sherry to see what he went through so that night, he prayed, "Dear Lord, I go to work every day and put in 8 hours while my wife merely stays at home. I want her to know what I go through, so please create a temporary trade in our bodies."
God, in His infinite wisdom, granted the man's wish.
The next morning, sure enough, Phil awoke as a woman. He woke first because God had given him all the instincts and knowledge he would need to fulfill the obligations of being a wife and a mother. Waking up first was one of them.
While still lying under the covers, Phil was astounded as he felt his breasts and pussy. He looked at the person lying next to him with his back turned. It looked like the back of his own head, but Phil couldn't be sure. Is that Sherry in my body?
Phil carefully reached over to feel around. It was a man's body for sure! As he gently grasped the penis on the sleeping body, it felt very familiar. Phil had felt this dick all his life, so he knew his own penis when he touched it, only this time he could not feel it from the standpoint of having it attached to his own body. It was his body all right, only Sherry was now in it. What would it feel like inside me? Phil wanted to do more with this new, to him, body, but there wasn't time.
He brought his hand further up. Damn! Is that my gut? I didn't realize it was getting that bad. Of course, he tried telling himself, Sherry's lying on her side folded up, and that tends to make the gut bulge a bit. So right off the bat, Phil was making excuses for himself.
Phil arose, and immediately learned what it meant to have to sit down to pee and then wipe. Then he awakened Sherry and cooked breakfast for her. Sherry seemed to be totally ******* that she was in his body. If the Lord had actually been the one to make this all come true, then he apparently had given Sherry the knowledge she needed to occupy Phil's body and be ******* of the change. This was cool. Phil would get the experience and Sherry would remember nothing.
Phil awakened the kids, set out their school clothes and fed them breakfast. He gave Sherry the usual peck on the lips that he normally received and watched as Sherry drove off in both his car and body.
Then he packed the kid's lunches, drove them to school, came home; picked up the dry cleaning, took it to the cleaners and stopped at the bank to draw out money to pay the power bill and telephone bill, then drove to the power company and the phone company and paid the bills in person to save on the cost of stamps, went grocery shopping, came home and put away the groceries. Whew, what a day so far!
He checked the watch, on her wrist. Damn! Already?
By then it was already noon and he hurried to make the beds, do the laundry, vacuum, dust, and sweep the kitchen floor. With most of the work done he sat down to relax for a minute. It was one, and he had almost two hours before he would have to drive to the school and pick up the kids.
Now there was something he wanted to try with this female body that he had seen undressed and known intimately so many times, only this time he would see how things felt to his wife, and women in general.
Excited at the prospect of what he might discover, Phil sat back on the couch and lifted his blouse. He pulled up the brassiere and fondled his breasts. Well, there wasn't a whole lot of feeling there. Tweaking the nipples was definitely a strong sensation, and the nipples got hard, but it wasn't all that arousing.
Maybe it was better for his wife when he was the one doing it. Was this weird, or what? Here he was, Phil, playing with his wife's tits, but he was the one feeling what she was feeling. It would probably feel better with someone else's hand doing the feeling.
He pulled down his panties. Maybe this will feel better. Yes, it does feel good to touch it. There, right on the clitoris, that does feel good. He giggled as he tried putting his fingers around the erect clitoris. It felt almost like his penis, but oh so much smaller.
He reached further and inserted a finger into an already wet vagina. Not much there. He tried two, a little better, but still not much. On top of it, it wasn't real easy to keep the fingers inside and stroke in and out. He had to reach and twist his wrist. Well, there again it would feel better if someone else was doing the doing.
He tried the clit again and began rubbing. Ah yes. To Phil, this was exciting because it was new. Stimulated at a level higher then Sherry would be, Phil stroked faster. Phil definitely was going to reach an orgasm if he kept this up. If it felt this good, how come his wife, when she was in this body, wasn't this horny?
Then it occurred to Phil, his wife was used to this body and all the sensations he was experiencing were old hat to her. Phil was used to using some fantasy when he was going for an orgasm. He often did this, even when he was on top of Sherry. But now he was confused.
One of his favorite fantasies while he was on top of Sherry was to pretend that he was another man, and his wife was feeling a strange dick for the first time, and she was going to come, really hard. But now, he was in Sherry's body, and could not decide what the fantasy should be.
There was no penetration going on, no friction between two surfaces, and he was not sure whether he should think of having a man inside him, or still being the man at the other end. But he kept stroking the clit, and it felt good.
Phil was halfway to an orgasm and trying to settle on a fantasy in his mind to use when the phone rang. Damn, just when it was really feeling good too. Not daring to let it go on ringing because it could be his wife calling from his work, Phil picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hello? Sherry? Is it safe to talk?"
Phil's heart dropped. It was a man's voice that he recognized as belonging to Fred, one of their neighbors. Phil instantly picked up on the tone of the neighbor's voice. It was one of stealth and sneakiness, as if the neighbor was sharing a secret with his wife. Phil hesitated only a second before responding with a "Yes." He wanted to see what might be going on between his wife and the neighbor.
"I've got the afternoon off and Maude is away visiting her mother until tonight. It's a good opportunity for us to do a little playing if you can spare a few minutes."
Phil was shocked, and yet at the same time felt a thrill go through his body. Talk about timing. Out of the blue, totally unexpected, Phil was being offered a chance to see what it was like to be fucked as a woman? Should he?
It would involve letting dear neighbor Fred have carnal knowledge of his wife's body, but she would remember none of it. Phil could have the fun, his wife would not know, and he could tell Fred before they started that when they were done Fred was never to bother her again, and that this one time would be it.
That is, if this was to be 'one time.'
He decided to go for it, but first he had to find out if Fred has already been intimate with Sherry. "What do you have in mind Fred? We only have a hour or so before I have to go pick up the kids."
Fred laughed. "What do I have in mind? Ha, that's funny. I know what you really like, so that's what I'll do. Want me to come on over?"
Phil's heart dropped. It sounded like his wife had already been intimate with Fred. It took extreme will power to control himself and not start yelling. After all, he was Sherry now, and not Phil. "Come on over."
"Be there in five baby. Keep it warm for me..."
Phil had tears running down his cheeks, and was surprised at these new, easily aroused feelings of emotion. His wife had been cheating on him, and now he was about to continue what she had already started. His heart was breaking at the thought of Sherry and Fred, but he was feeling a sensation of extreme excitement as to how it could be.
Phil ran to do what he knew Sherry would do, because she did it for him. He washed her pussy, and brushed her teeth. He'd change into something sexy, but there wasn't time. Then the thought hit him. Phil might want to kiss him.
Kiss a man?
The thought of that was disgusting, but then Phil remembered that he was in Sherry's body. If Fred wanted to kiss, Phil would have to do it, but keep it to a minimum.
What he wanted to find out was what it would be like to take a dick in his pussy, no, rephrase that, in Sherry's pussy. It might be Sherry's pussy, but he would get to feel the sensations. There was a knock at the door. It was Fred. Phil went to the door and opened it. Fred immediately stepped inside and Phil instinctively looked around outside to see if any neighbors were watching.
When Phil closed the door, Fred immediately wrapped his arms around Phil. "Baby," said Fred, "I have been soooo horny. It's been several days since we've been in bed. What say we get right to it?"
Well, Phil had his answer. Sherry had been fucking Fred for who knew how long. Well, no reason to stop it now, since Fred had already been inside this body. This was Phil's chance to see what it was like, and he would not be giving his wife's body to some man for the first time and be starting something new that she (or he) would not be able to handle later.
Yes, fuck Fred now, and confront Sherry later with his knowledge and bring this affair to a crashing halt. That is what he would do.
Phil led Fred down the hall to the master bedroom door. "Do you want to do it here?"
Fred looked surprised. "Well, yeah, sure baby, if you want to. You've never let me do it in your husband's bed, it's always been on the couch or in the guest room."
Phil immediately 'changed his mind." "You're right. I don't know what I was thinking. I haven't been myself today. Let's do it in the guest room."
Phil led Fred into the guest room and started to remove his blouse.
"You aren't going to wait for me to take it off baby?"
Phil realized that Sherry and Fred must have a routine that they normally went through. "No, we don't have a lot of time, I just want to get to it."
"Yeah baby, me too. I really dig it when you get all anxious for my cock." Fred immediately removed his shirt and unbuckled his belt. Fred was watching Phil as he undressed Sherry's body, and Phil was trembling as he removed his bra and panties. Then Phil eyed the bulge in Fred's shorts. "Damn!" What the hell does Fred have in there?"
His question was answered when the shorts came down. It was not firmly upright yet, maybe halfway. Even so it was obvious. Fred was quite well hung; having a dick that was both longer and thicker than the one on Phil's male body. Fred was uncut, and the foreskin still covered half the head.
Fred laughed. "I always get a kick out of the way you stare at my dick when the pants come down. You really love this thing, don't you?"
Be mad, sad, or glad upon seeing that cock?
Phil could barely speak. His mind, her mind, was whirling. He had no choice but to answer in the positive. That is what she would have said, based upon what Fred had just said. Phil couldn't help but see that Fred's penis was growing firmer as they spoke. "Yes. It's kind of nice."
Yes, Phil was staring at the cock, but even more so than when Sherry did it. Taking delight in her obvious fascination with his cock today, Fred continued to grow as Phil stared at his penis. As it became upright the foreskin peeled back off the head without Fred touching it with his hands.
The head was revealed now, a thick, shiny head. The skin looked smooth, and Fred wondered if there was more sensitivity there than he felt on his own, circumcised cock, with the head that was slightly wrinkled in appearance.
Phil was undergoing a turmoil of emotions. He felt anger and resentment at knowing that Fred had been fucking his wife with that huge peter. Phil not only felt disappointment and sadness that his wife had been cheating on him, but also wrapping her pussy around and enjoying a big dick in the process.
He felt extreme jealousy at the thought. His wife, his lovely little "faithful" wife might really be hot for this peter that was now pointing his way and had been pointed at her an unknown number of times in the past.
Fred moved up against Phil and wrapped his arms around him. He pressed his lips against Phil, and Phil had to use extreme will power to allow his lips to open and accept Fred's tongue within his mouth. Phil could feel that hard dick pressing up against him, and he excitedly reached down and wrapped his fingers around it. He was touching another man's dick for the first time.
Wow, if only my own dick felt like that. What must Sherry be thinking when she makes love with me after having been in bed with Fred and this big cock? Does she wish that my dick was as large as this one? Does she lie under me in bed and make comparisons in her mind?
Fred slipped a finger into Phil's pussy, and as Phil opened his legs wider he felt his body go limp. Oh damn, when someone else touches that pussy, it feels sooo much better. When Fred suddenly lifted him up like he was no heavier than a feather, Phil almost felt panic, then he relaxed. This is how it is to be a woman. The man is the dominant one who takes charge.
Fred was smiling with anticipation as he carried Phil to the bed. Phil, for his part, strangely wanted to be dominated by this man. He felt suddenly weak compared to the power in the body of the man who had so easily hoisted him up and was now placing him gently on the mattress.
Phil looked up at the man and the penis looming over him. This was his first time as a woman, and his initial thought was, 'he's too big, he might hurt me. Just look at that cock.' But then he remembered that he was in Sherry's body, and that penis had already been inside this body, so surely it would not be difficult to take him.
He wanted this man to climb on him and stick that thing in right now. Yes, it might be easier to do this than he had thought. Instead of crawling between Phil's opened legs, Fred crawled up onto the bed beside him. They kissed, and Phil returned Fred's fondling of his breasts and pussy with nice feels of Fred's thick penis. He reached down and felt the balls as well. These things were soon going to be shooting a big load into his pussy.
"Suck me for a few minutes baby. I love it when you do that."
Suck a man's cock?
Suck a dick? If there was one thing that Phil was not, it was gay. Yet, he was expected to suck Fred's big cock. How could Phil do that? Of course he was in Sherry's body, no one would ever know. Maybe he could try it, just for a little bit. Phil slid down and wrapped one hand around the base of Fred's mighty pole. He studied the view intensely.
It not only felt big, it really looked big compared to the size of his hand, which of course was now the relatively small hand of his wife. Phil stroked up and down on the foreskin. Damn this thing feels really meaty. He wondered what it would feel like in his pussy.
It was then that Phil realized; he was beginning to think as Sherry would sexually. Yes, what does this thing feel like in MY pussy? But first, I need to suck on it. It was strange. Sherry had been with this man before and she had sucked and fucked this big cock that Phil was now holding.
Sherry had known all, but Phil had no memories in his mind of what she had been doing. He had all the knowledge he needed to substitute for Sherry when it came to being a mother and housekeeper, but that was the limit of his knowledge as to what Sherry had been doing.
Phil opened Sherry's small mouth as wide as possible and enveloped the thick mushroom shaped head. He immediately tasted pre-cum, the clear fluid that would help to make things slippery so he could more easily take this dick in his pussy.
Despite the smaller mouth he now had, sucking on another man's penis was easier to do from a mental standpoint than Phil thought it would be. He nibbled with his teeth, oh so gently, but hard enough to tickle. Experimenting, he ran his tongue around and around the head, the head that felt so smooth. Yes, this is kind of fun, actually.
Excited now, he became more vigorous, running his mouth, Sherry's mouth that is, all around the head and shaft.
"Hey baby. You're getting really good at this. I love that bit with the teeth. You've never done that before. Too bad we don't have time to do things twice. I'd love to come in your mouth first and then do some fucking."
Come in my mouth? Phil wondered if Sherry had ever swallowed Fred's come. She had not done that for Phil since the early days of their marriage. If she was doing it for Fred, it certainly wasn't fair. He had to find out.
"Do you like coming in my mouth?" Phil was taking a chance. If Fred had never come in Sherry's mouth he would have to act like he had miss-stated his question.
"Oh yeah baby. I love it when you let me drop a load down your throat. We've only done that, let's see...maybe four times, but you at least can manage to swallow it all even though I shoot really big loads. I love watching you gulp and get it down. My wife never could swallow the entire load."
Well, Phil had his answer. Fred had blasted a load into Sherry's mouth at least four times, and according to Fred, she had swallowed it all. Phil knew for sure that he could never do that, Sherry's body or not.
He stroked Fred's penis gently to keep Fred happy and yet keep his own mouth free for conversation. Phil was curious about Fred's wife. Maybe he could learn a little about Maude and sometime in the future he could fuck her to get back at Fred.
"So, besides the fact that I can swallow your come and Maude can't, what else do I do better?"
Fred looked at Phil strangely. He smiled. "You've never wanted to hear about my wife before. You always acted jealous of Maude. But if you really want to know, you're better at fucking than she is. Your...what should I call it...your enthusiasm level is much higher than hers."
Phil wanted to knock Fred down a peg or two. "Maybe she has just gotten bored with you. Could be that you have been neglecting her too much. If I was with you all day every day I might be less enthusiastic too."
Fred laughed. "You? You less enthusiastic? I doubt it. Not the way you like to fuck. Maude could never be as wild in bed as you are. Of course, I can see how you might not be so enthusiastic with your husband after having me."
Phil clenched his fists, ready to strike out in anger, and then suddenly remembered that he was in Sherry's body. He hated what Fred had just said about him and putting him down in comparison. Fred was still speaking. Besides, something was troubling Phil. His wife, though cooperative during the act, had never been what he would describe as 'wild' in bed.
It would appear that Fred had brought something out with Sherry that Phil never could. Phil was almost ready to jump up and ask Fred to leave, when Fred spoke: "Now forget this talk, why don't you let me come in your mouth? You know that after I come and the pressure is down that I can fuck you really long and hard without having to hold back. You like that, I know. "
Sherry likes getting fucked hard for a really long time with this thing? Even though he was in Sherry's body, Phil formed an image in his mind of Sherry under Fred while Fred flexed his mighty ass muscles and pounded this dick against her groin, Actually, he kind of wanted that, but swallowing come was not in Phil's agenda for today. But he still wanted to see what it was like to be fucked in his, no, in Sherry's pussy.
"Not today, lover boy. I want you to fuck me and I want to feel....take your whole load."
Fred was pleased with what 'Sherry' had just said. Never before had she came right out and used the word fuck to describe what they had been doing. She had stated once that she considered the word vulgar, and preferred to say, 'have sex.' Later, sometimes, she had taken to saying 'make love.'
Fred took advantage and used the word in his reply. "Sure sugar plum. Suck me for another minute and then we'll fuck."
And Phil did. He sucked, and sucked lovingly. Suddenly really into it, he stroked with his hands, sucked with his lips, and ran his tongue all around the head of the meat that belonged to another man. And that meat was soon to be into his body, his wife's body. He even cradled those big balls in his hand and jiggled them, feeling their weight and thinking about the waiting load within.
Strangely, Phil's thinking changed. Now enjoying holding and sucking this mighty pole, he began thinking of what it might be like to feel a hot load blasting into his mouth. Fred laughed after two minutes had gone by. "That's great baby. You really know how to suck when you get into it. Now let's get to fucking. Do you want to get on top first and fuck me like you usually do?"
Phil took note. So Sherry liked to ride this thing. Interesting. All Phil had wanted to do was lie on his back and let Fred do the work and see what it would be like to be fucked, but if Sherry liked to ride, he figured that he could mount up and see what this thing would feel like at different angles. Phil already had Fred on his back. He wrapped his hand around Fred's rigid rod, and leaning forward, dribbled some slobber all over the head to get it good and wet.
Phil knew that even though his pussy was not as snug as it used to be since Sherry had given birth to two kids, that it was still a fairly tight one. All his life he had wondered: What does it feel like to a woman to be penetrated in the pussy? Now he would finally find out.
His curiosity gets answered.
Phil climbed over Fred and positioned his pelvis over the peter that stood tall and in wait for his pussy. Fred placed his hand on it to hold it in place so that Phil/Sherry could center his pussy over it. When Phil felt the head of Fred's penis touch between his pussy lips, he shivered. Oh man, this might feel really good. He lowered his pussy over the head. Oh wow, that stretching feels really, really good.
He wanted to let out a moan, or maybe a groan, but he was unsure as to what sound Sherry would make if she were in this body, so he remained silent. He took the entire head inside with one long smooth stroke down, and stopped when he felt his tight lips close around the thinner but still thick shaft.
"Wow, Sherry. You must really be horny for me. You usually make some noise and take more time swallowing up that head cause you say it feels so good when it first stretches your lips."
"Yes, I'm very horny. Like you said, it's been several days." But what Fred had said made sense. It had felt really great as he/she had slid down over that fat head. Phil raised Sherry's lower body and allowed the penis to fall out. He immediately moved down again, and the aim was still good as his pussy went down over the head once again.
He experimented by letting out a little groan. It felt natural, so as he lowered his pussy down to the point where the head was thickest and he was stretched the furthest, he groaned again. "That's better baby. That's the Sherry I remember."
Phil unknowingly answered as Sherry would have. "I love feeling that thick part of your head." As Phil spoke, he started taking little short strokes and going deeper over the thick meat that felt like it was totally filling his lower body.
"Would you like my dick even better if it was as thick as the fattest part of my head all the way down?"
Phil thought before he answered. He didn't know what the answer would be if Sherry was giving it. After all, he hadn't even been all the way down that shaft yet. "It's probably better this way. I get to feel a special spot each time it goes inside me. If it was that thick all the way down, it wouldn't be as exciting."
Phil was not sure if that was the answer Sherry would have given, but it was the best he could do for now. Maybe later, after he had felt this entire wonderful hunk of meat, he could give another, more authoritative answer. He rose up over that widest part, and groaned as he slid down over it once again.
Fred laughed as he grasped Phil/Sherry's ass and began gently pulling down. "What's the matter baby?" He took advantage of a chance to use the F word again. To Fred, saying 'fuck' made this act more physical, and for him, more exciting.
"Phil hasn't been fucking you like he should? I know that he hasn't got the equipment to please you like I do, but you said that he gives you what he's got fairly regular."
Phil realized for sure now that Sherry must have been discussing their sex life with Fred. He wanted to restore some of his reputation with this neighbor who was sneaking around with his wife. "Well, your dick is nice Fred, but Phil has enough to satisfy me, and he knows how to use it."
Fred laughed, and began saying things that tore Phil up inside. "You women. Always changing your story from one minute to the next. First you told me that it has always been kind-of-hard for you to come with Phil, and you told me the last time we were together that it was getting even harder to come with your husband since you've gotten used to what I've got between my legs."
Fred began fondling Phil's/Sherry's breasts as he was speaking. "And I might add that what I've got between my legs is also what you're getting between your legs baby. I can tell by the way your ass is starting to move that you are really enjoying yourself."
What Fred had said was true. Fred had uttered deeply hurtful words, unknowingly to Phil, but the new Sherry had begun pumping harder, taking the full length of Fred's mammoth meat. Once he had buried it to the deepest parts of Sherry's pussy, the feeling had gradually been increasing in intensity.
At the same time, Phil found himself using a fantasy. He was in his wife's body in his fantasy, and he was under himself, under Phil, and was thinking of Fred while he, Phil, was fucking her.
He as Sherry wanted to come while her husband, him, was fucking her, but she couldn't because her husband was so small. When Fred pulled Sherry's upper body downward in order to kiss him, a confused Phil did not resist. Their tongues met and twirled around one another's.
Fred began thrusting his hips up to meet Sherry's down strokes. Phil began to feel pressure building. There was a strong tingling in his clitoris and in his lips, and now, all around his pussy. An orgasm was rapidly approaching. Soon, soon he would know what it is like! A woman's orgasm was approaching, and he was about to feel it.
Phil twisted his hips around as he stroked, looking for the best angle inside, the one that would feel the best. He rose higher over Fred so that the prick would not be inside so far. There, now he had found it, up in the front, that must be Sherry's G spot. He stayed on it, using the head of Fred's mammoth monster to rub along the upper wall of Sherry's pussy.
"I see you've got it touching your favorite place again."
So Sherry did this also, and on his own, Phil had found the place! "Yes, I love that spot," Phil replied, knowing instinctively what Sherry's answer would have been. Phil discovered as he used Sherry's body that all that length was not needed and that only a few inches were necessary to hit the best place of all. "Oh God, this is it. Now, Now, I'm coming.
Oh shit I can't believe this." Phil was ******* in his intense pleasure that he was also speaking out loud. Fred heard Sherry saying she was coming, and Oh Shit, and all the rest. Fred was using the F word freely now. He was jerking his cock upward into her and talking to Sherry like he had done so often in the past, only now he was using the F word.
"Yeah baby, fuck it. Fuck my big cock. Fuck it good baby. I know how you like to come. One more good fucking climax for the faithful little housewife that loves to fuck. That's it. Keep coming the way you love to do it."
And Phil was coming hard. Fred's cynical use of the phrase 'faithful little housewife' barely registered on his consciousness. He didn't stop after the first one, something he had always done when he occupied his male body. No, Phil kept pumping after only the briefest of time to catch his breath. After the first come, the second was close behind.
Phil started to sweat, and it was dripping from his breasts and onto Fred. When the second orgasm was finished, Phil was exhausted. He laid his chest on Fred and gasped.
"O.K., baby. Now it's my turn. Let me turn you over and put it to you the way you love it."
Oh yes, Phil wanted that, but he felt too weak. As if he knew, Fred grasped Phil by the shoulders and rolled Phil off Fred's body and onto her back. Fred immediately rolled between Phil's legs and placed his penis between Phil's pussy lips. "Take this baby. Tell me how much you like it while I fuck you good and hard."
The F word was out of the bag now, and Fred planned to keep it out. Phil groaned as the hardness entered her pussy. Damn this is good. If this is what women get to feel, why didn't they like to fuck all the time? But then, this peter is strange, and it is so big, and of course for him, Phil, this was a first time. Maybe that was it. First time or not, this is one to remember.
He wrapped his legs around Fred, and then as Fred continued to pump, Phil's legs went higher until they were wrapped around Fred's waist. As he tightened his arms around Fred's back and shoulders, Phil felt Fred''s finger begin exploring around his ass. It tickled, and Phil did not try to stop him. His juice, Sherry's juice, was flowing freely and some of it had dribbled down to where it was over Sherry's anus. Now wet, the finger went in, and surprisingly, it felt really good.
Unknown to him, Phil was groaning loudly. He was alternating kissing and moaning now without giving the fact that he was kissing a man a second thought. He whimpered, gasped, grasped and fucked back at Fred as Fred fed the big meat to him. Over and over, harder and harder the hugeness pounded his pussy.
Phil was fucking Fred in exactly the same manner that Sherry did, only now, with even more enthusiasm. An orgasm, here it comes, still another orgasm, and after only a minute or two from the last one when he had been on top.
Now Phil knew what it meant for women to have multiple orgasms as he went through the ecstasy of one, then two and then a third orgasm as Fred dumped his huge load into him. Phil experienced the feeling of wetness that Sherry had often felt with Fred's big load in her pussy.
Phil also experienced the disappointment at feeling Fred go soft so soon after coming. Phil wanted to fuck again, but time was running out. That was when Fred threw the shocker at him.
Phil finds that his wife has gone farther with Fred emotionally than he thought.
"Have you thought anymore about you and I divorcing our mates and getting married to each other?
Sherry has talked about getting divorced? She loves Fred? Oh no, no that. Phil was going to have to treat Sherry a lot better, that was all there was to it. Here Phil was, in Sherry's body, fucking the guy that wanted to bust up his marriage. This was so weird that no one would ever believe it, except there was no one that he could even tell it to.
"Fred, that was just fantasy. You know that I could never leave Phil and the kids."
Fred was still lying on top of Phil and he placed his lips on Phil's and kissed him long and tenderly. It almost seemed normal now for Phil to return his kiss, tongue and all. Strangely, he even wanted to be held and cuddled.
"Well, it wasn't fantasy for me. Anytime you want to sit down and talk about it seriously, just let me know."
Phil was scared now. This thing between his wife and Fred had gone even further than he had thought. "We'd better get up. I have to go get the kids pretty soon."
"Yes. In a minute, maybe. That was one of the better ones baby. I shot a good load that time. How about you? It felt like you came pretty good too."
"Yes. I enjoyed that." Phil wanted to play down the orgasms he had experienced with Fred and build up his own reputation to Fred, but he found it hard to do. That had been one great fuck, and Phil had never climaxed five times in the space of maybe ten minutes before.
In his entire life, this had been his greatest sexual experience, bar none. Still, Phil had to conceal his true feelings, after all, he was appearing as Sherry, Phil's wife, to Fred.
"It was pretty good. I come with Phil like that too, when he takes the time to do it."
Fred laughed. "Are you kidding? Not from what you've told me in the past. You said my peter really hits you where it counts and his doesn't. Anytime and everywhere, but especially when we tease your G spot."
Phil was going over in his mind what Fred had just been saying. Sherry had told Fred that his peter feels good everywhere and that mine doesn't? No matter how well I treat Sherry in the future, he thought, I can never make up for what she will be missing when she fucks me.
Feeling sad, Phil climbed weakly out of bed as soon as Fred had rolled off his body. "I know that I've told you I enjoy this, but I think we need to quit. I've been feeling really guilty about cheating on Phil. I love him, and I do enjoy him in bed, and this just isn't right. So, I want to call it quits for a while if you don't mind."
Phil had not meant to say 'for a while,' but he sensed that it might be easier to get Fred to accept that for now. In the meantime, when he managed to get back into his own body, Phil planned to give his wife some really good, attentive loving and also hint that he had suspicions about her. If he worked it right, Fred would never be in bed with her again.
"Sure baby," Fred said in reply. "We?ve gone through this before, sort of. If you want to cool it for a while, I can play along. Just remember, even if you don't want to marry me, I know far more than your husband about how horny you get. So anytime you get another craving for some good fucking, you know where to find me. I know it won't be long before you call me again."
As Fred was speaking, he had moved close to Phil and placed his arms around him. Once again Phil felt a special thrill from the power that seemed to flow from this man, who was so much larger than the 110 pound naked body that Phil was occupying. Phil could feel Fred's penis pressing up against him, and he could not resist the urge to grab it. It was semi-hard and as Phil stroked it, it stiffened to attention.
This was so unbelievable. This man wanted Sherry to divorce him, and yet, here he had grabbed Fred's cock, and it was throbbing in his hand. Against his better judgment, Phil wanted it now. He wanted Fred between his legs one more time.
Yes, one last time. One last adventure as Sherry getting fucked by a virile man with a big dick. He had to do it now. Phil used the staff to pull Fred back to the bed, and as Phil laid down on his back, he guided Fred's staff towards his pussy.
Fred was on top of Phil and Phil moaned with pleasure as Fred buried his cock into Phil's pussy within seconds. "See what I mean, baby?" Fred smirked. "You didn't even wait to call me to fuck again. Let's face it, we're just too good together to ignore."
Phil chose to ignore Fred's comment. "You'll have to hurry Fred, we're out of time. But pull it out and stick it in again. Do it two or three times. I love that once I'm good and wet."
"This won't take but a minute baby. I can come quick when I have to. One last time, until the next time."
It was starting to feel really good for Phil. After he had pulled it out and stretched her going in again several times, Phil added, "Well, maybe you could take two minutes..."
This time Phil really experienced the feeling of wanting to be kissed, and pulled Fred's head to his. Their tongues twirled around and around one another's.
Fred was experiencing the feeling of passion that women usually achieved while kissing. Their hips began thrusting, slamming into one another. Feeling really wanton now and acting like a slut, Phil raised his legs as high as he could get them, and eventually they ended up over Fred's shoulders. Phil didn't even take the time to wonder how his little wife's body could handle all the meat that Fred was wielding in this position.
"I know you said you can't leave Phil and marry me, but let me hear you say it one last time so we can have a great come together. Say 'I love you' baby. Say it for me while I fuck you the way you like it. Even if you don't mean it, I love to hear you say it."
With that, Fred began pumping steadily into Sherry as deep as he could go. "OK, one last time, then don't ever ask me to say it again." Phil was ready to say the words, when Fred began kissing him passionately. The kiss lasted for several seconds, and when Fred lifted his lips, Phil gasped out the words, "I love you..."
'Oh crap, I said it. I said the three little words to Fred, and when I said it, it felt so natural. Why oh why am I doing this and I can't seem to help it!'
Fred began pounding harder as he heard Sherry expressing her love for him, and trying to cover for what he had just said, Phil added, "I love it when you fuck me like this."
Fred did last the two minutes that Phil had asked for, and three minutes after that. Phil felt Fred start to speed up and actually yelled it out. “Wait! Don't come yet!”
Fred stopped pumping. “What's wrong? You don't want me to come?”
Phil was breathing hard. “I...I just want you to fuck me slow and steady for a little bit so I can feel you going in and out without trying to come.”
Fred laughed. “Sure baby. We've done that before.” Fred started fucking again, only this time going real slow and using almost full-length strokes.
“Yes. Like that, just for a little while.” Phil relaxed the body he was occupying and without working hard and without the pressure of trying to come, just laid there and felt, really felt Fred as he worked slowly back and forth with that marvelous cock.
Phil experimented. He ran his arms all around and over Fred's body as he felt the muscles of his body working hard to please the body that Phil was occupying. Phil especially enjoyed running his fingers over Fred's firm buttocks and feeling the muscles each time they flexed when Fred would thrust forward, going deep and making Phil gasp.
Phil was enjoying the feeling of being possessed, possessed by a man who knew just how, how hard, and when. Fred was dominating while he was fucking, and Phil, as each minute ticked by, was beginning to experience more and more that feeling that so many women love.
Then the kissing started again. Phil had not planned this, but as Fred began kissing him slow and gentle, Phil responded with passion. He even pulled Fred into himself, craving more of Fred, all he could get.
Fred kept pumping, going slow and deep, and even though he had not been trying to get there, Sherry's body betrayed him by reaching still another orgasm.
Phil and Fred experienced their second simultaneous orgasm in a row. For Phil, in Sherry's body, it had been his best ever. As they laid there for a couple of minutes afterwards, they kissed, and Phil felt uncontrolled tears flowing down his cheeks as he said 'I love you' one last time.
This was incredibly stupid. He wanted his wife to end this affair, and yet, for some reason Phil was uttering those three words uncontrollably to Fred. Somehow, he couldn't stop the words from pouring out. The longer Phil spent acting as Sherry and making love, the more like a woman Phil felt.
For a little while, in the throes of orgasm with Fred, Phil had truly felt love for Fred. This was going to have to stop, that was all there was to it. Using extreme will power, Phil sighed and said what he knew he must say.
"OK, that's it. One last fuck, one last 'I love you.' Now let me up because it's getting late."
Fred kissed Phil on the forehead and lifted himself off Sherry's body. Phil tried to rise, and fell back. God, he felt so weak. What a round of fucking that had been. It had drained all his strength, correction, Sherry's strength, both physical and mental.
Fred had to help Phil out of bed, and when Phil tried to stand, he almost fell. Phil let Fred kiss him goodbye, and as they kissed, their hands groped each other in several places. After Fred had let himself out, Phil checked the time. Shit, they had been in bed over an hour. Time really flew when you were having fun.
After draining away a ton of cum from his pussy and a lot of wiping, Phil put the bra, panties and outer clothes on. He drove to the school to pick up the kids and got into an argument with them on the way home. All the while over to the school and back, Phil had felt more of Fred coming out.
'How does a woman control that, the cum coming out long afterward?'
Thinking that thought, Phil set out cookies and milk and got the kids organized to do their homework, then set up the ironing board and tried to watch TV while he did the ironing.
Phil tried to watch TV, but his mind was wandering, and kept going back to Fred lying under him and then on top of him. That last fuck especially, with his legs up over Fred's shoulders had been so wild, so wanton, so fucking good.
He thought back on that. He had said he loved Fred. How the hell could he, even as Sherry, have said that? Yet, at the time, it had seemed so natural to say it, not just once, but twice. Perhaps Sherry had been saying it to Fred for a while. Phil shivered. It was scary to think about. His marriage was definitely at risk.
At 4:30 PM he began peeling potatoes and washed greens for salads, breaded the chops and snapped fresh beans for supper. Phil kissed himself hello when Sherry came home from work. While eating, Phil took note that Sherry, in his body, failed to say 'Thank you' for the supper he had prepared.
'I'm being taken for granted. Might that be some of the reason Sherry strayed?'
After supper, he cleaned the kitchen, ran the dishwasher, folded laundry, bathed the kids, and put them to bed. At 9:00 PM Phil was exhausted and though his chores weren't finished, he went to bed where he was expected to make love.
Not just expected to make love, of course he wanted to. Imagine, a chance to fuck himself, his body while someone else is using it.
It was weird, fucking himself, which in effect was what Phil was doing. Now Phil knew what Sherry must have been feeling and thinking after having been fucked by Fred. Phil had been recently fucked by Fred, and a few hours later was in bed with Sherry as himself, and she was making the same familiar moves that he had made for so many years.
As Sherry, Phil was able to make almost a direct comparison between his own self and Fred in techniques. Phil did not spend much time on foreplay. His kisses were not as strong as Fred's. When Phil reached out and grasped the hard peter that was soon to be in his feminine body, it felt small in his hand.
'This must be what Sherry thinks now, I have a small cock.'
As Sherry climbed over Phil and pushed her penis into Phil, Phil realized that it felt noticeably smaller than Fred's cock had. The feeling was not as intense, because his vaginal lips weren't being stretched.
This time Phil could not reach orgasm in Sherry's body through intercourse, although he tried. It was a combination of being very tired, and knowing that his husband was just not as good in bed as Fred was. It wasn't just cock size, it was technique. Sherry was making all the moves in his body that he normally used, and it just didn't feel as exciting as Fred did.
Phil knew that when he got back into his own body, that he had his work cut out for him. The feeling of let down over knowing that his wife had been not only fucking the well hung Fred, but she has been talking love and possibly divorce with him was also cutting down on the feelings that Phil was experiencing.
Phil was tired. The energy levels of this female body did not match the energy level of a man's, but Phil still wanted to make this last for a while. After all, this was probably his only chance to be a woman, and making love to two male bodies in the same day was an unexpected bonus.
Over time, Phil kissed his own lips, and sucked his own cock. In an effort to come, Phil switched ends over Sherry and getting into a 69 position, lowered his pussy until he felt Sherry using his tongue on his clit. This time, Phil was able to reach a rather mild orgasm. It was not as good as the ones he had experienced with Fred, but it was still enjoyable.
Phil switched ends once again and went to work on the penis that he had been attached to for all his life before today. Phil wanted Sherry to enjoy this orgasm and sucked as best he knew how. When Sherry moaned and pushed her cock deep into Phil's mouth, he tried to swallow his own come to see what it was like.
Phil couldn't swallow all of it though, and concealed it as he allowed the remaining come to dribble out of his mouth and onto the sheets at the edge of the bed. Phil too note that, as he had done so often in the past, Sherry as Phil seemed to shy away from kissing him after his having his own cum in his mouth.
Soon afterwards, Sherry in Phil's body was asleep. Not long after, Phil as Sherry was asleep also.
It had been quite a day, quite a day indeed.
The next morning Phil awoke to find himself still within Sherry's body. Frowning, he immediately knelt by the bed and said," Lord, I don't know what I was thinking. I was so wrong to envy my wife's being able to stay home all day. I realize now how much work she actually does in a day.
Also, now that I know I've been neglecting her I've got to get her back to loving me again and being faithful. Please, O please Lord, let us trade back."
The Lord, in his infinite wisdom, replied, "My son, I feel you have learned your lesson and I will be happy to change things back to the way they were. You'll have to wait 9 months though and finish what you have started. You got pregnant yesterday afternoon!"
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