12 comments/ 87230 views/ 49 favorites Changing Places By: rhinotoons "Come on, let's make a run for it," John yelled over the downpour of rain to his wife, Debbie. John had taken his wife golfing for the first time and now they were caught in the middle of a thunderstorm. After the next rumble, lightning flashed only a second later. "Shit," Debbie yelped, grabbing his hand so he could help pull her along. Soaking wet the young married couple headed toward the closest covering which was still fifty or so yards away. The next crash hit somewhere behind them and caused their hair to stand on end. John and Debbie dove to the ground, sliding across the wet grass into a gully. John ended up on top of his wife, her legs spread on either side of him. Despite the circumstances, John couldn't help but get a hard on. As far as he was concerned, his wife was as hot as they got. She had big, natural 34D tits that were mashed against his chest, a slim waist, and firm, tight ass that stuck out just right. He referred to her as ‘bubble butt' all the time. John was a sucker for brunettes with dark brown eyes and he felt he was the luckiest man in the world to have married Debbie. "Come on babe, let's fuck," he said, lifting up her little skirt and working a finger inside her panties. "Are you crazy, John?" she screamed over the driving rain, "we're gonna get struck by lightening and you wanna screw?" He grinned as he worked his finger into her wet opening. John knew if, he worked on her clit for just a few seconds she'd give in. Sure enough, after mild resistance, she began getting wet and then spread her legs for him. John quickly unzipped his pants and pulled his stiff dick out. With a little maneuvering he was able to position himself over her pussy and plunge in. Debbie dug her fingers into his shoulders as her husband thrust in and out of her cunt. Pelting rain stung her face as she was on the brink of orgasm. John gave one last thrust and grunted in unison with Debbie's crying out... which abruptly changed to a scream as the flashing light and ear-splitting sound of thunder crashed into them. * * * "I think he's coming out of it," a female voice said, while a rhythmic beeping from somewhere. Debbie heard the voice and felt reassured that John was okay. Her eyes flickered and then she was staring up at a woman in white. "Where am I?" she moaned. "It's going to be all right," she replied sweetly, "you and your wife were struck by lightening." "Is she talking to me?" Debbie thought. "What does she mean, me and my wife?" "We've got your wife here in the same room with you, you're both lucky to be alive." Debbie turned her head slightly to look over at the bed next to her and saw herself before passing out. * * * Debbie woke early the next morning thinking to herself, that's the weirdest dream I've ever had. I wonder if I almost died and saw myself lying in my own bed? "Honey?" She heard her voice, but she hadn't said anything. Looking in the direction that the voice had come from her eyes widened and she tried to scream, but no noise came out. "Just calm down Debbie. This is going to take some time to understand, but I think I've got it figured out." Debbie was staring at herself in the other bed, trying to understand how someone could look so much like her. "Debbie, it's me John." "No way," Debbie said, but instead of sounding high and light, her voice came out much deeper. "What the hell's wrong with me," she said again in an equally masculine voice. "Debbie, we've switched places. I don't know how it happened. All I can figure is that it had something to do with the lightening strike while we were making love on the golf course. The strike while we were both in the middle of cumming." Debbie looked at her hands for the first time. They had hair on them and were masculine. "Here" her look a like said to her, handing her a mirror. Debbie looked into it and her husband John was in the reflection. She reached up and touched her face... scrunched it up, and then pinched herself. "Oww," it was definitely her. She looked back at her body in the bed next to her. "John? Is that really you?" "Yep... I know it's impossible and I've been thinking it through for hours now, but some how we've changed bodies." "What the hell are we gonna do?" Debbie asked. "Well, I think we're going to be okay physically... I mean, beyond the switch. I've come to the conclusion that I don't think we should tell anyone. It's just too weird... no one will believe us and they'll probably just send us to a mental ward." "You don't think we'll stay like this forever do you?" Debbie asked. "It's hard to say. I hope not, but I know we're better off trying to figure it out on our own... at least at first. We can always try to get help later," John said confidently. Debbie sat up and then rolled her legs over the side of the bed to get up. "What're doing?" John asked. "I've gotta pee." John looked on with amusement as Debbie made her way into the bathroom and began to close the door. "I hope you know how to use that thing," he laughed. Debbie pulled the hospital gown aside and looked down at the penis hanging down between her legs. This is so strange, she thought, all this stuff instead of being flat. Reaching down she awkwardly pinched the penis between her finger and thumb and tried to aim. The piss came roaring out and splattered off the side of the toilet. "Shit," Debbie cried out. She heard John snicker on the other side of the door. * * * They both slept like babies for almost 18 hours straight after arriving at home. Both of their offices had been notified about the incident and cards and flowers had arrived on the hour. John and Debbie were going to have a week off to recuperate, but then it was going to be back to work as usual or in this case unusual. John examined himself in the bathroom mirror while Debbie continued to sleep. The soft curves, breasts sticking out of his chest and hair minus a penis were such an odd sight. Reaching up, he grabbed his firm, big breasts in his now much smaller hands. "Mmmmm..." he heard himself moan. He made slow circular motions, squeezing hard, then soft, and finally pinching his nipples and tugging slightly. Oh, that feels so good, he thought. I guess I can do this as much as I want now, he laughed to himself. He leaned up against the sink and spread his legs. Sticking a finger into his cunt, he could feel how slick and wet he was. He pulled it out a little and found his clit. Electricity seemed to shoot through his legs as he began rubbing furiously. Then he stopped and jammed first one, then two, then three fingers into himself. The sound of his cunt squishing masked the door opening. "Hey... take it easy on my pussy!" "I can't help it," John said, slowing down but still running his fingers in and out of his cunt. "You look like you're enjoying it anyway," he added, glancing down at her groin. Debbie looked down at the hard-on protruding from her boxers. "Geeezzz..." she sighed, then a thought occurred to her, why not... he always gets to be in charge, now I can take the lead. Debbie walked over and took her husband by the hand. He resisted at first. "What are you doing?" But then Debbie grabbed him around the waist, lifted him up and carried him into the bedroom. "I can't believe how strong I am now," Debbie said. "Which means of course that you're weak like me, I mean... how I was." Debbie dropped him on the bed in a flop and gave her first command. "Spread your legs John, I'm gonna let you see what it's like to be fucked good and hard." At first, John didn't know what to think of the predicament, it was all happening so fast, but the further it went the more he grew into the role. Hell... I've always wanted her to be on top... this isn't the way I had expected it, but hey, beggars can't be choosers. He laid back and spread his legs wide. "Give it to me, honey!" Debbie got between her husbands legs and reached down to position her cock at the opening of his pussy. She rubbed it up and down to coat it with his juices then looked in amazement at the purple head and hardness sticking out from her. It almost hurt and she knew from the way her husband went at her when they had sex that, that was the only way for relief. Grabbing his hips she drove her own forward and watched as her cock slid into his pussy. Both of them moaned together. John grunted as Debbie thrust into him. He felt himself opening up and the thickness entering. His senses seemed so alive and he thrust back at her. Debbie had never felt such power before as she thrust in and out of her husband. "How's it feel, John?" she called out as she slammed into him so her balls slapped against his ass. She could sense that she was about to cum and didn't want it to happen too quickly, so she pulled out and pinched her cock while staring at the yawning pussy she had just exited. "Flip over, John," she ordered, pulling at his hips. John, quickly did as he was told and stuck his ass up in the air. "You're gonna take me doggy-style, honey? Pretty kinky," he said in her high voice. Debbie grabbed his hips and pulled him to the edge of the bed, then while standing up positioned her cock and jabbed it into him. "Oww! Take it easy, babe," John said, trying to pull away from her a little. Debbie smiled to herself. "It hurts a little doesn't it John?" To John it felt like someone was cramming something up into his stomach. He felt her balls slapping into his ass with each thrust and his tits swayed back and forth across the front of him. Then abruptly she pulled out just as he was approaching an orgasm. "Hey, what's up, Deb?" "You know how you always wanted to fuck me up the ass, John? I thought I'd let you see how it feels." "No, wait," he said nervously, "I was just kidding hon." John tried to pull away, but Debbie was too strong for him now. He tried to tighten his sphincter as the blunt head of her dick poked at the entrance to his virgin ass. "I hope I don't hurt myself too much for when we change back," Debbie said, wondering about the effects they would have on each other's bodies in this changed state. She pulled back on his hips hard while pushing ahead as fast as she could. The head of her cock poked in and John squealed, but after that the rest of her shaft followed right in. She pushed in until her balls were crammed up into the crack of his ass and then reached around and grabbed his tits. "How's it feel, honey?" "Uhh... full... ohhhhhh," he moaned, trying to wriggle free. Debbie continued the anal assault for a few minutes and then plopped out and flipped him over to finish up in his pussy. It only took a few more minutes of thrusting until they both came. The sounds of passion filled the air like in the past, but this time they were from a husband and wife experiencing sensations for the very first time... the multiple female orgasms and the power of the male orgasm. The next few days were filled with mind-bending sex, but also a few practical matters were in order. With no switch back in sight, both John and Debbie realized that they'd have to start living each other's lives. Debbie was teaching John about how to wear a skirt, panty hose, and make-up. She was getting the most fun out of trying to teach him to walk in heals. John on the other hand was trying to explain male mannerisms and the basics of the sports he was involved with. The last day was spent on relationships and how they were going to handle them. "Remember John, Mister Healey is my boss, he's around 65 years old and has a real temper. Bill is the head of sales and tries to flirt with me all the time. He'd love to get in my... well now your pants, but I rarely give him the time of day. Erika is my best friend at work and also in the marketing department with me... er... you. Anyway, we go to lunch a lot together and workout three days a week after work. She's not married, but has a boyfriend, Brad who is a real hunk... are you getting all this?" "Shit, honey, that's a lot to remember. I think I've got it." "Okay then, how about you?" she asked. John filled her in on his day. "Jane's my secretary, you've talked with her on the phone before. Brian is another VP that I hang out with at the coffee pot and play racquetball with at lunch. He's pretty crass sometimes and pretty much plays the field with the ladies. He's got a huge dick you can't help but notice in the shower room, but don't let him catch you staring, he'll think your gay." "Is that it?" Debbie asked when he hesitated. "Mmm... well, there is Georgia." "Georgia?" "Yeah, she's a secretary for the CFO, a guy named Harold, real nerd. She's a stacked blond who's given me the once over a few times. Nothing serious, but you may want to keep on the lookout for her." * * * The next morning, John and Debbie got ready, Debbie in one of John's typical navy blue suits and John in Debbie's black skirt with a silky yellow top. Both tried to remain calm on the outside, but their stomach's were churning and left them with little appetite. "I packed your duffle bag with my usual stuff for racquetball," John said. "If you're having a lot of trouble with the game then fake an ankle sprain and call it a day. Brian is a sucker for the juice bar and given a good excuse will take you up on it." "Got it," Debbie said, "I think you're gonna love wearing the leotard I packed you." She tried to giggle, but it didn't come out right with John's deeper voice. "Don't let Brian hear you doing that, he'll wonder what the hell's wrong with you," John chastised her. "Cell phones on!" John said. "Call if you have an emergency and need help with anything at work. Believe me, I'll be calling you." The couple walked out the door together and any of there neighbors wouldn't have thought a thing was amiss. John walked over to his wife's red BMW and threw his purse on the passenger seat. He slid in awkwardly to accommodate his skirt and heard Debbie laugh. Debbie hopped into John's navigator, tossing his duffle bag on the floor next to her. This should be an adventure, she thought. I hope to hell, he doesn't ruin my reputation at work. The two took off down the street; it was 7:30 a.m., within 12 hours, their lives were going to be changed forever... John and Debbie both had the same thought while driving each other's cars to work. ‘Please let me get through the day without an incident.' At first changing bodies had seemed like a dream, but as the days passed by, realty set in. They didn't know how long this would last... weeks...years... forever? As John walked through the parking lot to the office he felt naked. In reality, there was no way someone could tell that he wasn't Debbie. In actuality, he was. It was only their minds that had changed places. He felt a tap on his shoulder. "Hey, Debbie, what's the big deal blowing me off." Turning around slightly he was face to face with a gorgeous blond. ‘Must be Erika,' he hoped. "Uhh... sorry, I guess my mind was somewhere else." "I'll say, I called your name three times." ‘Shit,' he thought, ‘I've got to remember to listen for Debbie's name.' They walked through the front doors together and were greeted with a friendly voice. "Heyyyyy ladies... good morning!" "Good morning, Bill," Erika replied. John noticed that she winked. "Good morning, Bill," John copied, without the wink. Continuing towards his office, Debbie had told him where to go; John heard a gruff voice bellow over the office intercom. "There will be a meeting of all VPs, Directors, and Assistant Directors in the conference room in ten-minutes." ‘That must be, Mister Healey,' John thought, while setting down his purse and briefcase. He made a quick beeline for the bathroom to check himself out one more time before the meeting. Once inside, he did a quick once over, ‘okay...lipstick looks good, hairs okay, no wrinkles, man my breasts look great in this tight sweater.' John felt himself getting moist between his legs looking at himself. ‘This is weird, I'd have a hard-on with my own body looking at Debbie and now I'm getting wet looking at myself.' John tried to stay discreet in the meeting, that was until Mister Healey began giving out assignments. "Bill... I want you and Debbie to work together on the McGlaughlin project. It's a big revenue generator for the firm, but I know the two of you can pull it off." John looked over at Bill, who had a little smirk on his face. Before he could look away, Bill winked at him. ‘Shit.' * * * Debbie's day seemed to start off much better. She got to her office without any trouble and her secretary Jane seemed to be all business. She brought in her coffee, phone messages and an outline of the day's activities, and then left the office to go out to her cubicle. Debbie took a sip of the hot coffee and looked around the room. It was odd seeing a picture of herself on the desk. She began opening drawers to see what John kept in them and after poking around for a few minutes was surprised to find an adult magazine at the back of one of the drawers. She opened it up and saw that the recurring theme was two men having sex with one woman. ‘Uh... that looks painful,' she thought. "We still on for lunch?" The voice startled her and she quickly shoved the magazine back into the drawer. "Er...uh.." "Remember? Raquetball... I'm gonna kick your ass!" It was Brian, John's best friend at work. "Oh, yeah, sorry Brian," Debbie said, recovery quickly, "I had a few things on my mind." "Better get out of that daze quick or I'm really gonna smoke ya'. See you at twelve sharp." Brian headed out the door while Debbie's heart raced. * * * John couldn't believe his luck. Bill looked like a major male chauvinist pig and he was sure that the guy would be hitting on him. He looked down and his chest and could see his nipples poking out through the thin material on his blouse. ‘Shit, I can't believe how easy Debbie's nipple's get hard. I'm going to have to talk to her about that.' Knock, knock John looked up to see Bill poking his head in her office. "Ready to get to work?" Bill asked, with a big used car salesman smile. "Just give me a few minutes and I'll meet you in your office," John replied. "Right," Bill said with a wink. ‘What the hell,' John thought, ‘maybe I can have some fun with this loser and get him off my...er, Debbie's back at the same time.' He looked down at his blouse and undid another button so some cleavage was showing. Then he practiced crossing and uncrossing his legs a few times so that he could flash his panties. ‘This should be fun,' he thought, getting up and heading towards Bill's office. John plopped himself in a chair, right in front of Bill's desk, "ready," he smiled, noting that he was perfectly positioned for Bill to see up his skirt. Bill actually tried to start in a professional manner talking about the project. As he droned on and on, John crossed and uncrossed his legs, letting his already short black skirt, ride higher and higher on his slim, firm legs. John noticed that Bill continued to sneak peaks between his legs. ‘Now's my chance to up the ante,' John thought. He waited a few more seconds then dropped the pen he was taking notes with. Without even looking up, John leaned way over to pick it up. He knew he was giving Bill an ample look at his exposed breasts. Bill cleared his through in obvious discomfort. "Why don't you come around the desk here so we can look at this diagram together," Bill asked. John scooted the chair around the desk and put it as close as he could to Bill's. As Bill continued explaining the project, John began leaning closer and closer until his hard nipples were brushing up against Bill's arm. Changing Places The forward nature of the stunning brunette was taking Bill by surprise. ‘She's never been this forward he thought. I wonder how far I can go with her?' Bill stood his ground and even pressed back against John. ‘Okay, now I make my move,' John thought. Dropping his pen again, it landed in Bill's lap. "Oops, silly me," John said, reaching down into Bill's lap to pick it up. Bill froze. His dick was already hard from the touch of Debbie's breasts. John grabbed the pen, but at the same time grabbed Bill's stiff dick. "Oops again," he giggled, trying to pull his dick up with the pen. "Do you have your own pen in your pocket or are you just happy sitting next to me?" Bill jumped and John pushed his chair back to get up. "Looks like things are getting a little to hot in here, how ‘bout if we work over here at your meeting table?" John said, moving in that direction. Bill wanted to come over and continue what was started, but his dick was so hard he was embarrassed to get out of his chair. "Um...uh... how about we take a little break first?" he asked. "Fine with me," John said, getting up and wriggling his ass a little more than necessary as he walked out of the office. * * * * Debbie walked out onto the racquetball court full of confidence. She had fooled everyone so far, changed in the locker room and could feel the power in her arms and legs that she never had as a woman. ‘How hard can it be?' she thought, ‘hit the ball against the wall and keep moving.' Brian was waiting on the court. "'Bout time, let's get it on," he said, whacking the ball hard against the wall. It blew past Debbie before she had a chance to react. "Little slow today, huh? Gotta stop bangin' the wife before a big competition," Brian laughed. Debbie remembered John saying his friend was rough around the edges as she tried to imitate his stance for the next serve. In only a few minutes the score was 10-1 and Debbie was sweating up a storm. ‘Time to fake an injury,' she thought, ‘this is getting out of hand.' On the next serve, with Brian's back to her, she fell to the ground and grabbed her ankle. "Shit!" she yelled out. "What the fuck happened?" Brian asked with genuine concern. "Damn ankle. I think I sprained it," Debbie said wincing. "I'm beatin' ya' like a cheap whore. You can't get out of it that easy... try and walk it off." Debbie got up and pretended to walk around gingerly, wincing with each step. "I don't think it's major," she said, "but I don't want to push it... let's pick it up again another day." "Yeah, yeah...not problem. Barely worked up a sweat, but let's hit the showers," Brian replied. Back in the locker room Debbie had undressed first and made her way to the showers with a towel around her waist. ‘Where are the shower curtains,' she thought, looking around. There were two pick posts sticking up in the one shower room with six shower heads pointing out in different directions. ‘Guys have no modesty. They just face each other and shower,' she thought, shaking her head. She hung up her towel and turned on the shower and closed her eyes as the hot water steamed over her shoulders. "How's the ankle?" a voice said behind her. Debbie jumped, looked down at her chest to see John's hair and pecs. ‘This is the ultimate test of the switch,' she thought turning to face Brian. "Feels a lot better, thanks." Brian began lathering up and Debbie recalled two things John had said, ‘he's got a huge dick and don't stare.' She waited until he was shampooing his hair and had his eyes closed to sneak a peak. John was right. Brian's dick was massive. John's, or her own now, was around 3 or 4 inches limp and she knew grew to around 6 fully hard. Brian's was dangling down at least 8 inches and was twice as thick. As Debbie stared she felt herself stir and looked down. Her dick was standing straight up, erect! ‘Shit!' she thought, looking quickly back at Brian who was rinsing the shampoo out of his hair. Debbie left the shower running and grabbed her towel, quickly wrapping it around herself and headed towards her locker. "Hey! Where ya' going?" Brian called out. "Gotta pee," Debbie yelled back. She made her way to her locker, but several men were sitting around talking and she didn't want to take her towel off sporting a hard-on. She continued walking into the bathroom and one of the stalls. With the door closed she sat down on the seat and tried to think about what to do next. Her dick was hard as a rock. ‘Go down, go down, go down,' she kept saying to herself. A few minutes later, her dick still hard, she tried to think what John might do. ‘After he cums when we have sex, his dick seems to shrivel up pretty quick. All I have to do is cum,' she smiled logically, figuring she had the answer. Reaching between her legs she grabbed her cock and started a pulling motion. ‘Mmm... that feels good,' she thought. Her balls flopped up and down as she continued yanking more urgently. ‘This feels great. I wonder how much John does this? I'll have to ask him when I get home.' After a few minutes she felt the new sensation of an approaching orgasm. Squeezing harder and pulling faster, Debbie bit her lip as a stream of cum shot out of her dick and splattered against the back of the stall door. "Ugh," she grunted softly. In less than a minute her hard-on had subsided and she was left trying to clean up the mess with toilet paper. * * * "So, how was your day," Debbie asked as John came through the door. "Interesting," was all John said as he headed down the hall into their bedroom. Debbie followed him a few minutes later, catching him with his clothes off, lying down on the bed. She stood in the doorway watching her husband in her body. He fell back on the bed, naked and began massaging his breasts. "What are you doing?" she asked. "Mmm... Oh, nothing to keep me from squeezing your tits, now that their mine. I could do this all day," he laughed. "Well take it easy, John. I've been thinking. At some point we'll get our bodies back... and I for one want mine back in the same condition you got it." "You've fucked me in the ass, once already, so you better watch yourself as well," he shot back. Debbie walked over to her husband and began stripping her clothes away. "John, your always instructing me on how to suck your dick. Now's your chance to put your mouth into action and show me." John looked up to see his wife holding her cock in her hand only a foot or so from his mouth. ‘This is weird as shit,' he thought, ‘but hey, why not. Maybe this is a chance to show her how it's done and how it feels when it's done right. This could be useful when we change back.' He rolled over on his stomach and crawled forward on the bed to Debbie who was standing at the edge. Reaching out, he grabbed her stiff dick around the middle and with the other hand gently grabbed her balls. "Mmm... that already feels good," Debbie said. He began by licking up and down her cock, ‘actually his own,' he thought, paying close attention to the sensitive underside, just below the head. Her dick got stiffer and a little drop of precum oozed out. He stuck his tongue out so the tip touched the sticky substance and flicked it up and down over his hole. "Gahhhh...that feels good, John... now suck it, I want to see how it feels!" John opened his mouth and slowly eased it over her cock until it was touching the back of his throat. Then he clamped down and ever so slowly pulled back, letting it ease out of his mouth. In and out, he kept the pressure up as he swirled his tongue slowly around her cock at the same time. Debbie had grabbed the back of his head and was trying to thrust deeper into his mouth. He pulled his head back until her cock came out with a ‘pop.' "Ooh, don't stop," she cried out. John grinned and began nibbling at the sensitive head of her cock. Debbie looked down, marveling at the hardness of the appendage sticking out from her and the incredible urge she had to cum. "Come on, John, stop teasing me. I've gotta cum!" "Now that the shoe's on the other foot, it's a little different, isn't it?" he grinned. "Shut up and suck," she hissed. John grabbed her cock hard and slipped his mouth over it, pulling and sucking as the same time. He reached around and cupped her ass and continued the motion until he heard her start moaning. "Oh, that's it, that's it, just a little bit more!" Her urging encouraged him on and after a few more sucks she erupted in him mouth. John gulped and continued sucking to get it all down. He didn't stop until her cock started to soften in his mouth and slipped out. "That was wonderful, John... I didn't know how good that could feel. Remind me to do that to you when we change back." "That's if," John said, "how do we know we're going to?" "We have to John, I can't keep this charade up. Brian's kicked my ass in racquetball and who knows what else will happen tomorrow. By the way, I found the porn magazine in your desk, what was that all about?" "Just fantasy material, that's all." "Fantasy material? It was filled with girls getting double fucked by guys. We're you fantasizing about me with two guys?" "Hey, don't get all over me. Sometimes I'd daydream about me and another guy making it with you, that's all. It was just a fantasy though. It'd never happen," John emphasized. "Mmm..." she said, "so who were you thinking about? You, me and Brian? You know, I got a good look at his dick today." "You did?" "Yep... you were right, it's huge. It would probably be too painful," she added. "Well, it's like I said," John replied, "it's never gonna happen, especially now that we've changed bodies." Debbie noted that he seemed a little disappointed, like maybe he actually thought it could have happened. Her dick stirred a little as an idea began to develop. "So what's your schedule for tomorrow?" Debbie asked "Your friend Erika said we have a dinner date for tomorrow. How about you?" "Brian mentioned going out for a beer after work. Maybe I'll take him up on it while the two of you are out. It still feels odd, doesn't it? I mean being with the same sex on the outside, but having different feelings on the inside. Your... I mean, my penis got hard today when I saw how big Brian was in the shower." "You're kidding?" John said alarmed, "he didn't see it, did he?" "No silly, I made a beeline for the bathroom and kept myself hidden the whole time until it went down." She thought about telling him about her masturbating, but then decided not to. "Good, he would have given me a load of shit. Let's get ready for bed, I'm beat." John said. In a few minutes the two of them were lying in the dark pretending to be asleep, but both wide awake inside thinking about what might lie ahead the next day. Debbie watched as John's friend Brian made his way across the bar. ‘He's pretty hot,' she thought, ‘if this work's like I hope then maybe I'll get to sample his big dick.' "Did you order my Killian's yet?" Brian said as he plopped down in the seat next to Debbie. "Nope. I didn't want it to get cold," she said quickly. ‘Damn, there are certain things John and I don't know about our friends,' she thought, as she got the bartender's attention. Several beers later, Debbie decided to pop the question. "So... Brian, what do you think about my wife, Debbie?" "What do you mean?" "You know, do you think she's sexy?" Debbie asked. "Sexy? John, you and I have been friends for six years now and I still think you're the luckiest guy around. I'd give my left nut to bang... oh, uh, sorry guy, I just got carried away." Debbie was flattered and glad the dim light in the bar would hide her red face, but she wasn't done yet. "Mmm... maybe you don't have to give up your left nut." "What do you mean?" Brian asked, with a confused look on his face. "Debbie confided to me last week that a secret fantasy of hers was to take on two guys at once," Debbie said. She felt her dick stir, as she got excited about the idea. "You're kidding?" Brian said, in total disbelief. "Serious as a heart attack, man. On the outside she comes across as super conservative, but in the bedroom..." she let the words just hang in the air, then made the final plunge. "So do you want to fuck her with me or what?" "Hell, yes!" Brian said, holding up his hand for a high five. Slap! "She's not the type who wants to be real forward about it though," Debbie continued, "so here's what we need to do..." * * * On the other side of town John was entering Erika's apartment. "What a great dinner," Erika said, "I can't wait for you to try out this new dessert I made." John had been stealing glances at Erika's sexy body all night. If he had his dick back, he would have been hard as a rock, but instead all he could feel was the slipperiness between his legs. They sat down on the couch together and sipped coffee while tasting Erika's special lemon tart. "So, what do you think?" Erika asked. "It's the best," John said, "I'll have to get your secret recipe." "Hey... how about a little fashion show now?" Erika asked. "I got a few new things to turn Bo on. I'd love to get your opinion." John couldn't believe it. ‘Does she really want to try on sexy clothes in front of me?' he thought. "Sure, I promise to give you my honest opinion." Erika headed to the other room, while John reached down under his skirt and into his panties. He rubbed his hard clit and was just getting ready to orgasm when he heard Erika coming back into the room. His face flushed, John looked up and froze. Erika was standing in the doorway with a black, see-thru negligee'. The thin material hung down over her big breasts, her hard nipples clearly visible. "What's wrong? Don't you like it?" she asked, when John didn't say anything. John tried to snap out of it and think how a woman would compliment another woman. "Uhh... Erika, it looks great on you... I'm speechless." Erika blushed, "really?" "Let me put it this way. I don't think you'll be wearing it long." Erika giggled, "Good, I like that coming from a married woman. So do you think he'll like this?" And with that Erika whirled around, flipped her negligee' up and stuck her butt out. John almost choked. Erika had a sheer pair of black panties on that barely covered the crack of her ass. Then she turned back around to face him and John found himself mesmerized by her neatly trimmed triangle, that despite being naturally blond was still visible through the material. "Wow!" was all John could say. "Wow?" Erika asked. "All I can say, is Bo's lucky to have a girl like you." "Thanks," Erika said, walking over and plopping herself down on the coach next to John. "It's great having a married friend to bounce ideas off of." "Consider me your big sister," John said reaching over to brush the hair out of Erika's eyes. He quickly pulled them back, worried about what she might think. ‘I don't know if I can take this,' he thought, ‘I want to rip her nightie off and fuck her right here on the couch and at the same time I have to pretend I don't notice her body.' Erika's soft voice interrupted his anxiety. "Would you like to try one of my things on?" "Oh, no... oh no, I couldn't do that." "Sure you can, were about the same size. I laid a few things out on the bed, go try one on." "Erika..." John started. "No buts, I went first, now you get to be part of our little Victoria Secret fashion show." "Okay, okay... I'll be back in a minute," John said, walking back in the direction she had come from. He was supposed to know his way around her apartment, after one wrong turn he found her bedroom and saw several outfits lying on the bed. One had a g-string that he decided to leave alone. A blue one was a one-piece that he thought looked okay, but a third was a leopard print two-piece that he would have picked out for Debbie. ‘Hell... I guess I am Debbie,' he thought, ‘let me see what it looks like on her, I mean me.' It was all getting so confusing the longer the change went on. John gathered all his courage and walked out into the living room to face Erika. He really didn't have anything to worry about. In Debbie's body, his chest filled out the silky top quite nicely, and the small, but loose fitting tap pants, looked great with her fine ass and long legs. Erika looked up and down the length of his body, smiling. "You look great in that Debbie. I bet John would eat you up!" John strolled over and sat down on the couch next to Erika. She had poured both of them a glass of red wine and offered her one for a toast. "To our friendship," Erika announced. Two glasses later, John was feeling a little light-headed. ‘Shit... I better slow down,' he thought, ‘I don't have as much tolerance in this female body.' The two of them had been laughing and giggling about all sorts of topics and John had been fascinated to find out gossip going around Debbie's office. Every time Erika touched his leg, arm, or shoulder, though a hot flash would zip through him. Erika's nipples continued to stick out in the outfit she was wearing and John kept catching himself staring at her jiggling breasts or hair sticking out the sides of her skimpy panties. Following one of their giggling spats, it became very quiet. John didn't know what else to say and Erika was staring into his eyes. The question that came out of her mouth surprised him. "Debbie... we've know each other for a number of years... and well... I know you're married and all, but... I was wondering," she looked nervous and took a big sip of her wine before continuing. "Have you ever thought about making it with another woman?" John just starred at her, unsure of what to say. Erika's eyes started to water. "Ooh... I knew I shouldn't have said that... you probably think I'm so weird." "No, no..." John said, "I don't think it's wrong for you to ask." He started thinking of all the possibilities here. ‘I'd love to get in this girls pussy,' he thought, ‘even if it only ends up being with my tongue.' "You don't?" Erika asked timidly. "No... as a matter of fact, to be perfectly honest, I've thought about asking you the same thing before." "Really?" "Sure," John continued, "men are great and I wouldn't trade John for the world, but I've often wondered what it would be like to have another silky smooth feminine body in bed with me for a night." Erika looked deep into his eyes, saw that he was serious, and then a grin began to spread across her face. ""Great!" she squealed, grabbing John's hand, "let's get it on in my bed." In moments, their skimpy undergarments were strewn about the room and John found himself on his back with his legs spread wide. Erika was taking the more aggressive role and was lying on top of him, between his legs, her face moving closer to his. Their full, soft breasts pressed together and John felt the now familiar feeling of his pussy getting wet. Erika slowly touched his lips with hers. Moved half an inch back and then lightly touched them again. John couldn't take it. The smoothness of their skin against one another felt so good. He reached up, grabbed her face and pulled their mouths together hard. Erika was caught by surprise, but quickly caught on, as their lips parted and tongues intertwined. "God... you feel sooo good," Erika whispered in a husky voice, as their lips came apart, "I want to taste you." She slowly dragged her breasts down John's body until she could grab his breasts in each of her hands and flick her tongue over his nipples. He felt them stiffen and then the electric tingle that flowed through each breast and down to his cunt as she alternated between sucking and licking. "Oooohh... I can't take it anymore Erika," he heard himself call out in Debbie's feminine voice, "please... please... lick my slit." Changing Places Erika moved down to his soaking pussy and spread his cunt lips apart. "I've been looking forward to this for a long time Debbie. I'm gonna make you cum, again and again and again..." * * * * By the time John pulled into his driveway, it was 1:30 a.m. As he walked up the stairs to his bedroom he couldn't get Erika out of his mind. She had a perfect ass and even though he couldn't fuck her with his dick, he was able to lick and finger fuck her sweet pussy and ass to his heart's content. Erika has said afterwards that she had never experienced anything like it before and hoped they could do it again soon. The door squeaked as he came in and Debbie rolled over, groaning to herself. He quickly undressed and slipped into bed. Maybe next time he would buy a strap-on dildo to fuck her with, he thought as he dozed off. The next morning, Debbie didn't seem to mind at all that he had gotten in so late. ‘Shit, should would have been pissed when I was a guy... er... in my own body,' he thought. "Don't forget the special meal I have planned for tonight. No sneaking off with Erika again," Debbie said as they headed off to work. The day seemed to fly by and John felt himself enjoying the role of Debbie more and more. He found by putting a little more bounce in his step he could get his big breasts to bounce more noticeably. Every bend, twist, or step he took he tried to make as sexy as possible. He knew it was driving the guys in the office nuts and he loved it. He saw Debbie was already home as he pulled up. Walking in the front door, the smells of all his favorite dishes wafted through the air. He did a double take as he strolled into the kitchen: it was him wearing an apron and cooking. ‘I don't know if I can ever get used to this,' he thought. ‘I know what I would have liked Debbie to do,' and with that he snuck over reached around her was and squeezed her cock through her loose fitting trousers. "Hey! Cut that out," Debbie said. "You can't hide the fact that you like it, now that you have a dick!" John laughed, "it's impossible to hide." Dinner was superb, followed by John's favorite dessert and then coffee. "Debbie, what's up? It's not my birthday and you're treating me like a king." "Can't a man love his wife?" she laughed. "Now wait a minute," John said, I may look like you, but I'm still the man of the house." "Mmm..." Debbie rolled her eyes, "let's drop our pants and see who has the balls in the house." John made a gesture of patting his crotch and then pouted. "I'm just teasing, John, let's go upstairs and have some fun... I'm horny." For being the man in the family, John found himself on the bottom again, as he and Debbie kissed. She was rubbing his clit and knew exactly where to touch since, ‘technically, it is hers,' he thought. His pussy kept getting wetter and wetter and he felt his body start to well up in an orgasm. Just as he was ready to go over the edge, Debbie pulled her hand away. "Awww, shit, babe, I was almost there," John said. Debbie moved her head down between John's legs and began licking at his pussy. "This is so weird, John, when you think about it, I'm actually licking my own pussy." John just moaned as she touched all the right places. She knew when he was about to lose it and stopped again. "Ooooh... don't stop... get out my dick and fuck me with it," John urged. Debbie continued to slowly rub his clit, but at the same time began moving up his body until her hard cock was sticking out in front of his face. She pointed it down to his lips. "I want you to see what it's like to suck your own cock before you get to cum," she demanded. John slowly opened his mouth and she thrust her hips forward so that the head went in. "There you go, John, wrap your lips around my cock and start sucking." She continued stroking his clit with her one hand and knew she was driving him nuts by not letting him cum. John's eyes were shut and he was sucking on her dick, lost in his desire to cum or he would have seen a shadowy figure enter the room and quickly move up behind Debbie and between his spread open legs. Debbie kept the distraction going as Brian pumped his hardening cock to its full 12 inches. He couldn't believe he was going to be able to fuck his best friend's wife. He could see how wet she was as he positioned his cock right at the entrance. It was then that Debbie moved forward so that her legs were on either side of John's head, her dick jammed in his mouth, but also rendering his helpless to move. Brian took the cue and drove his cock forward almost halfway into her (he thought) cunt. John's mind exploded in a mixture of confusion, pleasure and pain. His brain had to first register that it wasn't his wife's cock and then shift to the question, ‘whose cock is it.' The only thing that came out of his mouth was a muffled cry, due to Debbie's cock stuffing it full. Brian backed up and pushed forward again, moving into tighter and tighter quarters until his pubic hair meshed with John's. John felt his pussy widening, like someone driving a wedge into him... finally it stopped. He felt punctured. Then as the mystery person's cock pulled back, he felt his pussy holding on and being pulled outward with it. He looked up helplessly into Debbie's face and she smiled back at him, then her face screwed up and she grunted. A load of cum shot out of her cock, flooding John's mouth, until he had to swallow or choke. He continued to swallow as the cock in his cunt banged into his pussy and a large set of balls slapped against his ass. Debbie's dick finally started shriveling in his mouth and he spit it out. "What the hell's going on," he said, trying to break free. Debbie slowly lifted her leg off him and announced to John, "I told my friend, Brian, how your fantasy was to take on two guys at once, so I asked him to join us." John looked up in horror to find racquetball buddy from work fucking his pussy. He didn't have much time to look before Brian pulled out and Debbie said, "now get up on his cock and ride him while I fuck you in the ass." Debbie was so authoritative that John didn't think he had any choice. As Brian laid back on the bed and pointed his foot-long dong up in the air, John straddle him and slowly lowered himself onto the point of his fat head and then ever so slowly began sliding down his thick pole. "Ahhhhhhh...." He cried out as he felt himself splitting wide open. "It's too big," he grunted. As he got closer to the bottom, John felt a hand on his back pushing him forward. His big breasts crushed up against Brian's chest while two hands grasped his hips. "This is going to feel so good, Debbie, just like you want it... stuffed full of two big cocks at the same time." Debbie rubbed her cock up and down John's ass. ‘I hope I don't ruin my pussy permanently,' she thought, ‘if we ever get changed back.' She pulled his butt cheeks apart, fingered his puckering hole and then pushed the head of her cock in. John's mouth formed a big "O" and his face scrunched up as Debbie's cock filled his ass up completely. "Ahhhhhh.... Shit... I'm so fucking full!" he yelled, as both cocks pushed all the way into him. At first the movement was awkward, but then Brian and Debbie got into a rhythm, of both of them able to slide in and out of John, who was by now delirious. It didn't take long for John to orgasm. They were hitting every one of his erogenous zones, many of them at the same time. The only thing distracting him was Brian's kisses. He couldn't get over the fact that despite being in a woman's body, he was being fucked by someone other than his wife. "I'm gonna cum!" Brian yelled as he thrust up into John as hard as he could. Debbie, not wanting to be left out of the picture, picked up the pace and rammed John in the ass as hard and fast as she could. "Here I cum tooooooooo!!!" she screamed, but it came out as a manly roar. John and Debbie shook as the spurted their jizz into John's cunt and ass. * * * John was thankful that Brian only stayed around for a few minutes. He was embarrassed by the fact that Brian kept saying over and over again what a "great lay he was." He was sore, exhausted, mad, and confused, all at the same time. After Brian was gone, he confronted Debbie, but she wouldn't have any of it. "I've decided that since we've changed bodies, then we change responsibilities as well. I'm in charge now and you're going to have to tow the line, babe." She smiled. "You know, John, I think we might as well just make this complete now. I'm going to start calling you Debbie at home as well. If we never change back then why keep up the charade?" "But...but..." John began. "No buts about it, baby... you're my fuck bunny now. How's it feel to be a sex symbol and to get ogled by everyone around you? Things are going to be changing around here. Tomorrow I want you wearing my short black skirt to work and no underwear or bra. Let's see what type of looks you get." Debbie laughed as she gave him a peck on the cheek and rolled over to go to sleep. John just lay awake thinking about what was happening to his life. Slowly his masculinity was slipping away and Debbie was heading full throttle away from her femininity. ‘What's going to happen next?' he thought, ‘it can't get much worse.' Oh but he was wrong... it was going to get much worse... John couldn't believe the way he was dressed, heading into work. Debbie insisting on no panties or bra was one thing, but then to make him wear a tight, silky-white blouse and a short black skirt with higher than normal heels was quite another. He could feel his big tits bouncing wildly with every step he took and the silk rubbing on his nipples was causing them to stiffen. He tried to make it through the front door unnoticed when Erika's voice broke the silence. "Hey Debbie! Wait up!" John slowed down to wait for her. Erika looked him up and down. "You look good enough to eat! Bill's gonna have a stiffy all day." John smiled weakly, "Thanks." "I just wanted you to know that last night was unbelievable. Do you think we can do it again?" Erika asked "Sure," John said, pepping up a little, "except that tonight I'm already booked." "No, problem, let's not wait too long though, I get wet just thinking about it. Oh... I almost forgot, I flirt with the custodian a little, and he told me there's going to be a surprise fire alarm this morning at 10:00 a.m." "Thanks for the head's up," John hesitated, then asked, "are you sure it will be at exactly 10:00 a.m.?" "You can set your watch on it," Erika replied. "Why?" "Mmm... well, it gives me an idea... see ya'" he answered and jiggled off. * * * Debbie finished typing in the e-mail behind locked doors at John's office: "Dear Erika: I know you're not going to believe this at first, so I'm going to ask you to carry out a test to try and prove it to yourself. Through that lightening accident a few months back, John and I changed places. What I mean by that is that I am in John's body and he is in mine. I know you're thinking I'm crazy or this is some sort of hoax, but it's not. It's the truth. We're close enough that you know there are a lot of things that only we know about each other. Remember the trip we took to Key West together last year? Go up to Debbie (who is actually, John) and make a comment about how great it was that you had each other's company since it rained the whole time we were there. You and I both know we watched the sunset together every night and it didn't rain a drop. Play along with John and don't let him know that you know until we talk again. Love, Debbie." It was going to be hard to get anything done while she waited for a response. * * * Erika stared at her computer screen. ‘No way!' she thought as she read it over again. ‘It's signed Debbie and from John's email address.' Erika decided to send a quick email back. ‘I'll play along for now,' she thought. "Dear Debbie? Of course you know that what your asking me to believe is totally outside of scientific explanation, but I can't help but play along... for now. We're going to have a fire alarm at 10:00, I'll talk to John (?) then. Love, Erika." She clicked send and looked at her watch... it was 9:40. * * * John got up from his desk... ‘it's 9:40,' he thought, ‘time to put my plan into motion.' He walked over to the full-length mirror behind the door, turned his back to it and looked over his shoulder. His ass stuck out nicely and was barely covered by the short, black skirt Debbie had made him wear. He bent over a little while further arching his back. This lifted his skirt and so that he could see the lower portion of his butt cheeks. ‘A little more and he'll see the "V",' he grinned. He made his way down to Bill's office, knocked lightly on the door and stuck his head in. "Good morning, Bill, mind if I come in for a minute?" His voice sounded sweat and innocent. Bill looked up, saw Debbie's face and quickly motioned him in, "sure...sure... come on in." John walked in, making sure his tits jiggled. He knew his nipples were poking out through the thin, silky material. As he approached the chair in front of Bill's desk he dropped the pen he was carrying. "Oops," he said, turning away from Bill and slowly bending over to pick it up. ‘He's gonna get an awesome view of my pussy from his vantage point,' John thought as he picked the pen up and turned around to face Bill. Bill's face was bright red and he looked completely flustered. John decided to stay on the offensive. "Uh... Bill... I was thinking," he said as he started walking around the desk, "we never really got to finish what we started a while back." He continued around the desk until his feet were as close as he could get without touching Bill's and his tits were in direct line with Bill's eyes. Bill was speechless. "I locked the door on the way in," John said, "how about now?" "Uhh...duh..." was all Bill could muster. "I'll take that as a yes," John said as leaned into Bill, gently brushing his hard nipples across his face. "How does that feel, Bill?" Bill gulped. John grabbed his hand and thrust it up under his skirt. "Do you like my panties, Bill?" Bill's fingers came in contact with John's pussy and he jerked back unexpectedly. John pouted, "Bill, I thought you'd like my pussy... you're hurting my feelings... should I go back to my office?" "No!" Bill finally got out his first words. "No, I like it," he said as he moved his fingers back into John's wet snatch. At first he gently rubbed up and down his slit... then he slowly eased one finger in... then two. "Ohhh... Billy, that feels soooo gooood," John exaggerated. He pulled up his blouse with one hand and grabbed one of his full, naked breasts. "Please... Billy, suck on my tits at the same time." Bill couldn't believe his luck. The hottest gal in the office was practically begging him to fuck her. ‘God, her tits are big,' Bill thought, ‘and what a wet pussy.' He fucked John with two fingers while licking and sucking his tits at the same time. Bill's cock was rigid and causing a huge tent in his pants. John glanced at his watch, ‘9:50... right on time,' he thought. Reaching down he slowly began rubbing Bill's hard-on. "Oooohhhh....ahhhhh....Debbie, that feels soooo good, baby..." John continued the relentless teasing, alternating between rubbing and squeezing. He spread his legs even more for Bill, "that's it Bill, open me wider so I can fit your big cock in me," he whispered into his ear. John slowly unzipped Bill's pants and reached in to pull out his dick. He was somewhat taken aback at how hard and big it was. Bill looked to be every bit of 8-inches. John pulled back a little arching his back and dragging his breasts down Bill's body until he was on his knees between Bill's spread legs. "Is it okay if I suck it, Billy?" he asked with that same questioning innocence. "Yeah... yeah... suck it... oh yeeaaaaahhhh..." he moaned as John opened his mouth and slowly wrapped his lips around the head of Bill's cock. John had snuck a peek at his watch, ‘five minutes to go,' he thought. He worked Bill to the brink of cumming several times before stopping abruptly. "What?" Bill looked dismayed. "Oh... enough for you Billy... I need your big cock in my tight little cunny now." John laughed to himself, ‘this has got to be driving him nuts. I know it would me.' John got up off his knees. His blouse was pushed up around his neck and his big, firm breasts jutted out in front of him, nipples still wet from Bill's saliva. Glancing as his watch, he saw he still had two minutes left. John turned around, put his hands on Bill's desk and said, "come on Bill, fuck me from behind like an animal!" Bill almost couldn't get up fast enough. His cock sticking straight up in the air through the zipper in his pants. He move around behind John and grabbed his full hips. "Wait, Bill... don't be so quick... make it last. Lay that big pipe of yours between my ass cheeks and milk my big titties... I love to have them squeezed." Bill's cock jumped at her dirty talk and he moved his shaft between her crack like she asked, the head of his cock at the small of her back. Reaching around he grabbed her big, dangling breasts and squeezed them hard. "Yeahhhhh... baby... that's it... now tug on my nipples." John glanced at his wrist, ‘only 30 seconds, now.' John reached around and grabbed Bill's dick and began to slowly pump it. "It's so big, Billy... I can't wait to be filled up and stretched open by you. You will be gently with me won't you?" he teased. Bill was delirious. "Yeah... yeah..." he kept repeating to himself. ‘Only five seconds to go,' John thought. "Ooohhh, it feels so good when I rub it on my cunny, Bill," John said as he rubbed Bill's cock up and down his sopping slit. He backed up into him so that the head of Bill's cock went in... BBBBBBBRRRRRRRiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii ggggggggggggggggggggggg The sound of the fire alarm cut through the office. "Shit!" John yelled, "fire alarm... come on, we gotta get out of here." John quickly pulled out of the surprised grasp of Bill who was still somewhat catatonic. He pulled his blouse down, smoothed out his skirt and looked over his shoulder as he headed to the door. Bill was standing there, cock jutting out, mouth open, wondering what to do next. John stifled a laugh and yelled, "come on, Bill... it's a fire, we gotta go." The last thing he saw was Bill frantically trying to get his fully engorged and leaking cock back in his pants. * * * "Dear Debbie, and I do mean Debbie... you were right," Erika typed into her computer, "John didn't have a clue about our trip to the keys, he agreed with me on things we never did and was very nervous about disagreeing with me on anything. It's so weird though, that I don't know if I can truly believe it until we meet. When can we get together? Love, Erika." Debbie smiled as she read Erika's email and quickly typed back, "I'll be by tonight at eight. Get the wine and cheese ready, because it's a long and interesting story, Deb." * * * "How was your day Debbie?" Debbie asked John. John didn't answer for a second, but knew she was talking to him. He was still trying to get used to her calling him Debbie. "Fine," he chuckled, "Thanks to the way you had me dress, I had a little fun with Bill." "Geez, what a loser he is. I hope you didn't have sex with him?" "No, no... but I did leave him high and dry after getting him all worked up," John said. They finished their meal without much conversation, both of their minds elsewhere. John spoke up first, "I was thinking about going to my monthly card game with the guys."