“I can’t believe that our kids didn’t notice our body swap!”
“I know! I thought maybe Josh and Elina would be onto us, but they didn’t suspect a thing.”
“What can I say? I guess we do know each other pretty well!”
“I guess we do,” I bit my lip, “So what now, now that the kids have gone to bed?”
“Well, Melinda,” my wife addressed me by her own name, “What do we normally do when the kids have gone to bed?”
She took a step towards me, resting her hand on my waist and drawing me closer, “Gosh, I am so lucky to have such a …beautiful wife…”
“Oh?” I couldn't help but giggle, “That’s nothing compared to how handsome you are, Dave.”
“I was thinking... Why don’t we swap back tomorrow instead?” Melinda tucked her long hair behind my ears, “Just one night to see what it’s like to be each other completely…”
I let out a small gasp, as I felt her hand reach one of my breasts.
“You okay?” Melinda asked with concern when she noticed my reaction.
“Yeah...just a weird feeling,” I replied honestly, “But… don’t stop.”
Melinda smiled and continued to kneed my breasts gently, eliciting more gasps from me. I couldn’t believe how sensitive they were! As a man, I had always been fascinated by women’s breasts, but now that I had them myself, the sensation was mind-blowing.
“Wow,” I whispered, closing my eyes and leaning into Melinda’s touch.
“I know,” she chuckled, “I’ve always loved mine, but it feels even better when someone else is touching them.”
She leaned in close, her lips hovering just inches from mine. I could feel the heat radiating between us as she whispered, “Do you want this?”
I didn’t have to think twice before nodding eagerly. Melinda’s lips met mine in a passionate kiss, and in that moment, all thoughts of our swapped bodies disappeared. We were just two people who loved each other deeply and wanted nothing more than to explore each other’s bodies.
Her hands roamed lower now, cupping my rear and pulling me closer to her. My hands instinctively reached up to tangle in her hair as our kisses became more heated.
As we kissed, I couldn’t help but feel how different it was to be in my wife’s body. It was strange to feel my own breasts pressed against a man’s body, and it made me hyper aware of the physical differences that existed between us.
“You know, I could get used to this,” she said, brushing her fingers along my cheek, “I’ve always wanted to know what it felt like to be you.”
“Is that so?” I replied, my voice a mix of teasing and intrigue. “You have any secret fantasies about being a man?”
“Maybe just one or two,” she said playfully, her fingers trailing down my arms.
She took my hand and led me into the bedroom.
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