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

My Wife And I Swapped Bodies For A Day

... appreciatively. “She really does man,” I said, still looking down and pulling the shirt higher so both came into view. I grabbed both her boobs, rolling my finger over her nipples, lost in the eroticism. “Yes,” he exclaimed, as he reached for his phone and pointed it at me.

“No,” I shouted, “You can’t just have pictures of her like this man,” my hands were still over my boobs, covering my nipples.

“I mean, it’s not like I am going to show her,” he reasoned.

I rolled my eyes, as I thought for a brief second, “Only you and I get to see these, OK,” I asked, still holding my boobs, waiting for him to agree.

“You know you can trust me with this, man,” his smile widened from ear to ear as my hands slipped away. “Fuck, fine,” I said, posing for him as I lifted my shirt, holding my boobs, and then rolled my fingers over my nipples.

“Her tits are perfection, man,” he commented, as he inspected every inch, getting slightly closer. “Can I,” he asked, his hand raising up, ready to grab them.

“Uh, huh,” I practically whimpered, stepping a little closer and feeling his hands explore her breasts. His fingers rolled over her nipple, causing me to gasp. I just stood there, letting him feel me up, smiling as he snapped a picture of his hand on one boob.

“It’s going to be weird to see these later,” I said, watching him adjust his crotch again. He was growing hard, and it was weird to see it, but I also understood why. I myself was, well wet.

“Let’s take a selfie,” he ...

... suggested, pulling my hand towards him, for me to sit on his lap.

I was standing between his open legs, “Bro, you are clearly hard. I am not sitting on your lap,” I giggled.

It felt weird hearing her voice when I spoke out loud, and that giggle, admittedly sounded kind of sexy.

“It’s not you, man. It’s Ali sitting on my lap,” he said, looking up towards me.

I grunted in frustration, “This is too much,” my body crouching down, despite my words of reluctance. My skirt rode up as I bent, my bare ass pressing on his shorts, feeling more than I felt comfortable with. “Bro, you are super hard,” I said, settling on his lap.

I held my shirt up for the picture and he smiled, pressing the side of his face against the side of her boobs, as he clicked away. I felt him throb under my ass, at the same time that his face turned, taking a nipple between his lips.

I gasped, as he commented, “They are so delicious.”

I didn’t move from his lap as he did this. It was turning me on, just as much as it was turning him on. I let his mouth explore her nipples, as his hands caressed the other. I felt them throbbing, and could feel the electricity shoot straight to her pussy.

“Fuck,” I practically moaned, “That feels awkwardly good,” my ass adjusting again on his lap, feeling his erection press against her.

I shifted off his lap, confused by how turned on it was all making me. It was the image of her doing these things that got to me. I diverted the attention, “Here let’s try a ...