My Wife And I Swapped Bodies For A Day - Sex Stories

My Wife And I Swapped Bodies For A Day

The conversation throughout the night had led my wife and I towards a rabbit hole of fantasies and other sexual topics. I had always wondered what sex felt like for a woman. I wondered how slutty I might be if I was born female. I told her how I would likely dress provocatively, letting my nipples show through my tops, flash people up my skirt as if it was an accident. Something about a woman with the confidence and desire to expose her body was so sexy to me.

“It’s not like that, babe, it’s just interesting to wonder what sex feels like for you. Like how it feels to have someone inside you, and shit like that,” I said to my wife, as we finished our last glass of wine for the night.

“Well, you will never know,” my wife chuckled, “But having your cock in my pussy is my favorite thing in the world, babe. Maybe I should start acting a bit sluttier, but careful what you wish for,” she laughed.

“I think you have an incredible ass, your tits are perfection, and that pussy, fuck, if I was in your body, I would never wear panties,” I said, hugging her tightly as I kissed her forehead.

“Careful what you encourage me to do now, I am not sure you want me flashing my boobs or pussy to your friends when they come over,” she teased, but my cock twitched at the idea.

I wanted to have sex, especially after the conversation we had just had, but I understood that she needed to get up early to drive a few hours for her meeting tomorrow.

I woke up the next morning feeling ...

... very different, I couldn’t quite explain it. It wasn’t quite a hangover from the wine last night, but I felt a fog, as I went about my morning routine of flipping through my phone, checking texts and emails until I had enough energy to drag myself out of bed. My wife had woken up late and rushed out of the house before I woke up.

I heard my phone going off as I walked to the bathroom and figured I would check it once I brushed my teeth. I know I was half asleep still, but I looked into the mirror in complete confusion. I was looking at a reflection of my wife, in the same shirt and thong she had gone to sleep in.

I glanced down, ‘What the fuck,’ I thought to myself, as I saw my wife’s nipples slightly showing through the thin fabric of the shirt. I shook my head, trying to snap myself out of it, but the view remained the same. I quickly ran to my phone, scared, confused, and in discomfort as my boobs bounced freely.

I had a few missed calls from my wife and a chain of text messages from her;

Call me right now!

What the fuck is going on?

Can this be real?

IM IN YOUR FUCKING BODY!

I immediately called her, sensing the panic in her voice as we realized that for some unexplainable reason, our bodies had swapped. She was in another city to meet a client, which she obviously canceled last minute.

After hanging up, I couldn’t help but stare in the mirror, wondering, ‘How long this was going to last, was this going to be life forever, damn she has a great ...