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

My Wife And I Swapped Bodies For A Day

... for me.

I sighed, preparing myself, “I don’t know how to fucking say this,” his face turned serious, “It’s me, I am Ryan.”

He looked on in confusion, trying to understand the joke, “What do you mean, it's you?”

“I don’t know what the fuck happened, man, but I woke up in Ali’s body today,” I said lifting both arms as if to display my body, “It’s me.”

He started cracking up, but not before looking at my breasts, focusing on Ali’s hard nipples.

“Dude,” I said in frustration, “8th grade, you cried after Monica dumped you.” His face reflected his shock. “On your bachelor party, you were fucked up and told me how you fucked Monica for a couple months until you found out she had been dating your brother the whole time,” I added, causing him to gasp.

“Either Ryan sucks at keeping secrets, or you are being serious,” he said, analyzing me, or checking out my body.

“The skirt looks good on you bro,” he laughed.

I smiled, “Don’t fucking judge me.” I shoved him, not having the same effect as it normally does. “I just wanted to see her body, in outfits that turn me on,” I reasoned, “I might as well make the best of a weird situation.”

He kept openly checking me out and it felt weird but I understood why he felt so comfortable. I instantly felt happy that I called him, at the very least, it would distract me from the serious situation I was in.

“No bra huh,” he pointed out and I quickly covered my boobs, feeling my stiff nipples under my palms.

“You can’t ...

... deny she looks good braless,” I said, feeling awkwardly comfortable with this situation right away. “Don’t answer that,” I said giggling, “Want a beer or whisky while you are here?”

“Sure,” he said smiling, as we made our way to the kitchen, where I prepared us two whiskies on the rocks. “Dude, you keep checking me out,” I commented as I handed him the drink, “It’s fucking weird.”

“Do you blame me,” he asked, “I mean look at you,” he laughed. “It feels weird, but it’s not like I’m checking you out. Not my fault your wife is a hottie,” he said nonchalantly.

“Thanks,” I said confused, “I think,” taking a sip of my drink.

“So what are we going to do about this,” he asked, as we made our way over to the couch in our living room.

“Bro, I have no idea,” I said sitting next to him, propping one leg up on the couch as I normally do, my body facing him. My skirt rode up just a little, but I was new to this and I didn’t realize how much leg was showing.

His eyes darted down to my skirt and he laughed, “I imagine you are free-balling then.”

I looked down, noticing her legs were showing, but the skirt hid the thong that was pressing into my ass.

I chuckled, “No, actually,” I paused before answering honestly, “I was messing around with some of the thongs I like seeing her in. It uh, oddly feels nice, if I’m being honest.”

He leaned his head down, trying to get a peek.

“Dude, what the fuck,” I said, as I covered between my legs with my hand, “It’s still my wife ...