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

My Wife And I Swapped Bodies For A Day

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My panic took over again, realizing the gravity of the situation and I did what I always do. I sent a text to my best friend Alex, ‘Hey man, something happened with Ali and I last night, any chance you can come by to try and help me figure this shit out.’

He quickly replied,‘Bro, did you guys split up? I hope not, but I am on my way there now man.’

I assured him that we had not broken up, but that the situation was much weirder than that.

“What the fuck,” I said aloud as I looked in the mirror again. I couldn’t help but laugh to myself, ‘Damn, I even have her voice,’ I thought, the voice in my head remained my own.

My hands slowly reached under the shirt, feeling my nipples stiffen as I teased them. It felt incredible, something I had never felt before, as my own hand played with my boobs, enjoying every new sensation. I looked in the mirror, my black lace thong exposed as my hand held my shirt up. I looked at the reflection, my eyes locked on my wife’s eyes, as my hand slowly made its way down. I felt turned on, watching my wife in the mirror, slipping her hand into her thong, and feeling herself up. I gasped, hearing my wife’s sexy moan, as my fingers rubbed on her clit, feeling the moisture build-up as my fingers rubbed circles over her clit, this was so confusing, but I was going to make the best of it.

I walked over to her closet, looking over her clothes. I opened her panty drawer, instantly becoming mindful of how the thong I had on, slipped ...

... between my ass in a way that felt surprisingly nice. I reached for the thong, slipped it off and quickly tossed my shirt. I played with my nipples in one hand, as I sorted through her panties.

‘I fucking love this thong,’I thought to myself as I picked up her light pink see-through thong. It was tiny and her pussy was very visible through the flimsy material. I smiled to myself as I put it on, pulling it tight over my pussy.

I shifted towards her hanging skirts, and picked out my favorite black skirt. With the right movement, her ass and panties would come to view, and I enjoyed those brief moments. It felt sexy to dress up in this outfit. I love checking her out in this same outfit, when she wears it for me. As I grabbed her white crop top, I heard a car door slam outside. ‘Fuck, that's right, Alex was on his way.’ I thought, as I quickly put the top on and ran to the door. As soon as he knocked, I opened the door, forgetting who I was and how I was dressed, for a brief moment.

His eyes locked onto me, looking down at my chest. I could feel my nipples were stiff already, and the reality sunk back in. He fought back a smile, saying, “Uh, Ryan said he needed help with something.”

I couldn’t help but smile, “You are a good friend man,” I responded in her girly voice, “Come in.”

He followed me in and I caught him checking out my ass in the skirt, as I turned back to face him.

“Dude, don’t do that,” I said.

“I’m so sorry,” he answered, nervously looking around ...