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

My Wife And I Swapped Bodies For A Day

... we are talking about." I laughed.

“This is so weird man,” he said. It was hard not to agree with him.

“I know man. I am contemplating using one of her dildos later, just to see what it feels like for a woman,” I admitted without giving the oddity of that statement much thought.

“I have to see this,” he quickly replied, “It’s not like she would know.”

I felt myself growing wet, my nipples pressed onto the shirt in reaction to his comment. ‘He wants to see my wife play with herself,’I thought, and the idea turned me on.

“I can’t just show you all of my wife, dude,” I said, after a brief silence. My body betrayed me, as the thought of showing off was exciting, my nipples pressed against the thin crop top.

“It’s just like us going to a strip club, none of our wives ever find out about those nights,” he laughed. “Just dance for me, Ali, you know you want to,” he added, his hand reaching up to my nipple, playfully pinching it.

I laughed, feeling weird that he called me Ali, and confused by how nice his pinch felt.

“Dude, no, you can’t just do that. Even if it’s just me, or whatever,” I said, reacting to his pinch, as my hand rubbed my nipple over my shirt for longer than necessary. “You wouldn’t even be able to handle her,” I joked, my rubbing turning into pushing my boobs together in a teasing manner.

He simply smiled, “Damn, do that again,” he adjusted his crotch as he stared at my boobs.

I laughed at his comment, ignoring it, as I got off the ...

... couch, “Need another drink,” I asked, having had finished mine.

He handed me the glass and I walked to the bar, noticing again that he checked out my ass. “I shouldn’t have put this damn bottle back in the bottom shelf,” I playfully said, bending down, while keeping my knees straight, and flashing him Ali’s ass. His eyes shot open as he drooled over the view, noticing Ali’s ass, her light pink thong wedged deep between her cheeks. I stood up laughing, pouring us fresh drinks.

“Hot thong,” he said smiling, reaching towards me for his drink, and adjusting himself again.

“Careful you don’t cum on my couch now,” I said giggling as I playfully lifted my crop top, flashing him my under-boob, before sitting back down.

“Bro, come on,” he said with a grin, “Do it for me. Just a quick little flash.”

I felt an odd comfort with him, maybe it was the drinks, or maybe it was our lasting friendship, but I stood in front of him and lifted my crop top enough so one boob slipped out underneath, flashing him my wife’s hard nipple. Exposing her like that made me grow wet. It was the same excitement I would feel if I was getting hard, but somehow different, nothing was growing between my legs as it normally does.

I couldn’t say the same for Alex, as I heard him gasp and grip his bulge, with a smile on his face. “Dude, she has perfect nipples,” he said, as I kept her boob exposed.

I looked down at my breasts, admiring her body, wondering if she ever looked at herself this ...