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

My Wife And I Swapped Bodies For A Day

... picture like this,” I suggested, shifting off his lap, further away from him, as he followed my moves with the camera. My thong was now exposed because of the angle I was in. His eyes darted between my legs, seeing the transparent pink thong for the first time.

He snapped pictures of me, as I slowly took off the shirt, allowing him to get a few pictures of the action. “Take it off girl,” he commented with excitement, “These pictures are hot.”

“Again, no one but you and I can see these, okay,” I reiterated, as I leaned back on the couch, parting my legs, my skirt falling between my legs, covering up my thong. “Do you want to see her pussy.” I asked.

His eyes shot open in shock, as I slowly lifted my skirt. “Oh fuck,” he gasped, “She has a landing strip.”

I looked down between my legs, admiring her sexy landing strip, as he clicked away, “Yeah, I love it,” my fingers traced over my thong, feeling her mound.

The skirt fell on one side, blocking his view, as I started feeling up her pussy over her thong. I felt his hand reach for the skirt, his finger purposely grazing her thong, before he moved the skirt back up and out of the way.

“What a hot pussy,” he whispered.

“Thanks,” I smiled, noticing his erection pushing straight out, tenting his shorts, as he continued to take pictures. He didn’t even bother hiding it.

“Um, would you,” I paused. Unsure if I should continue, I managed, “Would you want to take her skirt off. It’s not like you will ever get that ...

... opportunity again,” I giggled.

He put the phone down, grinning as he reached forward, his hands caressing up my thigh, causing my skin to fill with goosebumps. I fought back moans as his knuckles pressed against my clit, reaching for the elastic of the skirt and pulling it down. I raised my ass off the couch, making it easier for him.

He let it fall to the floor as I laid back, legs parted again. “Slip your hand into her thong,” he suggested, as he picked up his phone. I did as he said, feeling my hand slip under the top elastic of the thong. “These look so good, man,” he commented, looking at the image on his phone.

He adjusted his erection as it was trying to rip straight through his shorts, my eyes, for some reason, locked in on it. I instinctively pushed two fingers into my pussy as I looked. He was gripping the tip through his shorts in frustration, briefly stimulating it as he stared at my pussy.

“Um, dude,” he paused nervously, “You can say no, but, would you sit facing me between my legs to maybe get a picture of my crotch near her, um. Near her thong.”

I looked at him questioningly.

“It’s not like it’s going to be touching my, uh, situation,” he laughed.

The idea of being able to see that picture of my wife, after this is all done, was kind of erotic. I thought briefly, wondering if I should do this, before I sat upright, getting up off the couch.

“Just for this picture though, man,” I said, my legs parting around his, as he brought his thighs ...