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TRADE Part one: Dissorientation The night had begun normally enough; a quiet evening alone with my girlfriend, Vanessa. We inevitably ended making love languidly in the bedroom. She was beatiful, and I smiled at her, looking into her eyes as we moved in unison. We rolled around so that she was on top, her dark and curly hair falling over her face. I took a second to admire her athletic body with its pert tits and well-formed abs. I slid my hands over her smooth, curved hips as she positioned herself over my cock. She guided my organ towards her pussy as she lowered her body down. I felt myself slide into her wet slit effortlessly. Soon I was fully engulfed in her again, and she began grinding into me. I thrust my hips up to meet her pace as she rode me expertly. I closed my eyes, sighing deeply as her tempo sped up. My breathing became ragged and desperate and a light sweat was breaking out on my forhead. I felt the pleasure growing inside me. I wave of euphoria swept over me, momentarilly making me sensless. I felt a deep sense of fullfilment deep inside my lower body as I bucks my hips harder against my lover. I felt a hard, hot, electric exctasy sliding deeper and deeper into me. I felt my chest jiggling and sliding as the sensual joy increased. I let out a short moan and spread my legs wider. It was then that things clicked in my head and I realised something was wrong... First of all I noticed that my legs were spread wide and raised up. Second of all I didn't feel Vanessa's weight on top of me. Third of all my moan had come out souding high-pitched and soft. Most importantly, however, I became aware that the pleasure I was feeling was not the sensation of having my girlfriend riding my dick, but was coming from something that ws slinding in and out of MY body. Confused as all hell, my eyes snapped open. What I saw did nothing to ease my confusion. I looked down and saw something I had never expected to see in my life; I saw large breasts boucning on my chest, and past them I saw a narrow waist and a small patch of hair. Benieth that patch of hair was a pink, wet pussy that had a slick cock pumping in and out of it. I looked up to see a man I didn't recognise panting and pumping, his eyes shut. It made no sense to me at all, but I realised that I had not only become a woman, but a woman who was in the middle of getting fucked. I might have paniced and tried to get away if I wasn't so distracted by the fact that everything felt so good. As it was, my sudden bewilderment only made me give myself over to the sensations I was feeling. I felt a explosion of energy building up inside me, and I closed my eyes again and tried to consentrate on what I assumed was a oncoming orgasm. The feeling grew rapidly ( i guessed whoever I had become was clsoe to cumming when I arrived.) as I pounded back against my lover, feeling a kind if pleasure I had never felt before. Then, just as I though I was going to errupt, I felt the man on top of me tense up and thrust deeply into me. His cock twitched inside me and a spurt of cum shot into my body. I was on the verge of a intense orgasm, but my pleasure started to subside as my partner emptied his seed into my belly. I felt the warm goo fill my canal as he collapsed on top of me. When he was done jizzing into me his dick began to shrink, and as I felt his sweaty form crushing me, it popped out of me. As soon as his penis fell out of my crotch I felt all the cum he had deposted leak ou and run down my ass. I felt as dirty and awkward as was humanly possible. I tried to think of something to say to him, but nothing came into my head. Eventually he rolled off me and started to catch his breath. "Um," I said, hearing a soft voice speaking my words, "I'm just going to the bathroom to clean up." My unfamiliar lover respoded, "Sure thing, babe," and rolled over. I got clumsilly off the bed and tried to regain my balence as I stood up. Everything felt weird in this body and I made my way cautiously to out of the room. I felt my sizable tits jiggle with each step as I walked down the hall. I managed to find the bathroom without too much embarasment and locked myself inside. I turned on the light and looked in the mirror. Gasping I recognised the face I saw there. I had become Lori, an old friend on mine. I saw her wide, dark green eyes and her sensual lips. Her choppy, reddish hair sat ruffled on my head. I looked at her toned arms and curvy body with it's wide hips and shaply legs. Her fairly large breasts rested on my chest and her milky skin reflected the bright lights of the bathroom. I then realised that I did know the man in the bedroom, I had met him a few times. It was Lori's husband, Kurt. I remembered her telling me about how their marriage wasn't working out, I co$uld see why now. All these things I realised. but the most important thing was still lost to me; how did this happen? "Are you coming back to bed, babe?" I heard Kurt call from the other room. I froze, wondering what to do. Telling him I wasn't his wife but a man that just woke up in her body being fucked seemed like a really awkward this to say and explain. It was two in the morning and any excuse to leave gracfully or try and call Lori would be equally uncomfortable. I didn't see any option but to play along for the night and try and figure things out while my 'husband' was at work in the morning. I told him I would be right there. Remembering the stickty mess oozing down my thigh, I wiped off the cum with a wet facecloth. Still nude I walked back to the bedroom. Thankfully Kurt looked like he was already falling asleep. I crawled under the covers, avoiding the damp spot on the bed. I cringed as he snuggled up to me, his cold cock nestle between my ass cheeks. I pretended to sleep, but really I was too uncomfortable laying like that and too scared that he might wake up and want more attention. At one point I held my breath as I felt his cock twitch and get hard against my backside. He didn't wake up though, so I just stared into the darkness trying to think. What distubed me most of all was that my frustration at being cheated out of a orgam made me occasionally anticipate further sexual encouters in a almost hopful way. Eventually I must have drifted off into a tense sleep... TRADE PART II: Looking for Answers I realised I had fallen sleep when I heard Kurt in the shower. I pretended not to be awake untill I heard him get dressed and leave for work, thankfull that he hadn't tried to wake me or prompt more sex. When he was gone I got out of bed and looked around for something to put on. I found a robe of Lori's and covered my nakedness with it. Any hope I had of waking up and finding it was a weird dream was dead as I felt my curves bounce around under the thin fabric. I found her phone near the bed next to her purse and dialed my own mobile number. There was a few tense moments when I was afraid nobody would answer, or that whoever did answer wouldn't be Lori. Then I heard my own voice say, "Hello?" Tensly I asked, "Is that you, Lori?" I could hear the relief in her voice as she answered, "Steve? Oh god so it is true. I take it you suddenly woke up in my body last night too then?" As confused as I was it was so reassuring that someone else knew what had happened. "Yeah, how did this happen?" I asked. "I might have an idea, but I dont know for sure," she replied. "An idea? people dont just swap bodies with their friends at random, one of us must have done something," I said. "Look," she continued, "we should meet up, should I come there or do you want to come here?" We decided that she should come to me, which would take about half an hour. I hung up the phone after telling her to hurry. Sitting alone in the bedroom, I started to remember all the eventsw of the night before. It wasn't the cleanest feeling I had ever encountered. I decided to take a shower while I waited. Plodding my way to the bathroom, I turned on the hot water and threw off the robe. Out of the corner of my eye I could see my reflection in the mirror as I got into the shower, womanly curves and all. Stepping under the water I tried to clear my head and get ready to figgure things out. While I Was running soapy hands over my loaned body I started to get distratced. I became very aware of how good my slippery hands felt on my breasts and nipples. I began absent-mindedly fondling myself. One hand drifted lower and found the top of my snatch, feeling for the clit. It wasn't long before I was rubbing myself whole-heartedly and groping my tits. I felt a surge of energy running through all my sensitive areas, and my knees trembled as a modest climax overtook me. It wasn't anything earth shattering, but it felt way better than jacking off as a guy. I whipered and bit my lip as several convulsions of pleasure ran thier course. I could have gone on like that for a while, but I remembered that Lori was on her way over and there were more important things to do. Feeling a little ashamed of getting carried away, i cleaned myself off and stepped out of the shower. I was thankful for Lori's short hair as I toweled off and went back into the bedroom. Even though I had becme Lori and the two of us had no surprises for each other, it still didn't seem right to be wearing just a robe when she arrived, so I begrudgingly went to look for some clothes. Shying away from Lori's more girly items, I tried to find a more unisex outfit I could live with. I settled on a pair of simple black panties, snug jeans, and a black t-shirt. I pulled up the underwear, noticing how different it was to feel material cup my mound, then tugged on the jeans. It wasn't untill after I started walking around that I realised breasts as big as mine really required a bra under the shirt to keep them from boucing all over the place. Disliking the notion, I pulled off the shirt and found a plain black bra. It took some fidling, but eventually I got it on and felt it holding my bosom more or less in place. I replaced the t-shirt over my head. Thusly clad I went into the living room and sat down on the couch, waiting for Lori to arrive. I hoped her arrival would bring some explaination of what had happened the night before. My showering and dressing had taken so long that I didn't have long to wait. About ten minutes later I heard a knock on the door. I got up and quickly moved to let Lori in. When I opened the door there she was, or rather there I was. She walked in with my body, similarly dressed in plain clothes - jeans, t-shirt and leather jacket. "So," I began, "please tell me you can explain this?" I closed the door behind her as she moved to lean against the couch. "Yes and no," she replied, "I THINK I know what happened, but I'm not sure what happened yet." I sighed and slumped on the couch, seeing my tits squash over my stomach. "Great..." I said. "The best I have is that a friend of mine who is into magic and all that offered to try and help 'fix' my marriage." Lori explained, "I havn't been able to get her on the phone, probably because she doesnt know who you are and thats who keeps calling her. Where is my phone?" I tossed her her mobile and she began pressing buttons. "It would be too hard trying to explain to her over the phone, I sent her a mesage asking her to come over right away," she said. While we were waiting she went into the kitchen and made some coffee. It wasn't long before she get a reply message saying her friend was on her way. We bided our time untill there was another knock on the door, and this time Lori opened it herself. A woman who looked about thirty-years-old walked in. She had thick, curly black hair and a somewhat boney figgure. Her name, I was told, was Laura She looked confused when she saw Lori standing there in my body. Laura turned to me and said, "Who's your friend?" I looked at her coldly and replied, "That is Lori." Suspicion came over her face. "You woud'nt happen to know why I suddenly found myself with a penis, would you Laura?" Lori asked. Laura's suspicion turned to surprise with a trace of guilt. It didnt take all that long to convince her of what had happened, and her reaction told us that she did have something to do with it. "This wasn't what I meant to happen!" she said. It seemed like a feeble thing to say under the circumstances. She explained that she had dabbled in some kind of spell or somesuch, she thought it would be amusing to swap Lori and her husband durring sex and let them live as each other for a while. She figgured being a woman would learn Kurt a little, make him more understanding. Something had gone wrong though, obviously, and it had been me instead of Kurt that was suddenly getting fucked. There was a great deal of appologizing to both of us. She said it would take a little while to figgure out what went wrong and how to fix it. "How long is a little while?" I asked. "It's hard to say," she answered, "I had intended to reverse the spell when Lori asked me to, but this might make things more difficult." She said she would do everything she could to fix things as quickly as possible. "Look," Lori said, "I think this might be hard to explain to our signifigant others, especially since we already had sex with them as each other." I started to protest but I realised she had a point. Nobody was going to belive us, and this would most likley ruin both our relationships if we let it. "So you're saying I should stay here and pretend to be you while you pretend to be me?" I clarified. Lori agreed. "Wont your husband figgure something is wrong? I mean, I wont know how to asct like you 24/7." Lori thought a moment and then replied, "Well these days work makes it so we dont spend all that much time together, just at night for a couple hours before going to sleep. Our marriage isn't great anyway, he wont notice if you don't talk to him much." She smilled and added, "Just keep him mind off conversation when you're getting ready for bed." I frowned at her. "Did you just encourage me to have sex with your husband?" I asked. "Pretty much, as far as the world is concerned you're his wife." I passed by her statment and told her things were'nt going ot be that easy with my girfiend Vanessa. She agreed that I would have to brief her on allot of backgroud details if she was going to play the part of me. Laura left to get working on fixing things while I began telling Lori all she needed to know. About half an hour later Lori had to leave, since she had to go work my job for me. I still had another day before I had to play Lori at her office - she had given me all the details on that while I told her about Vanessa. So I found myself alone again in Lori's life. I wandered through the house poking around, not finding much that was interesting. I thought about having to be someone's wife for the next who-knows-how-long, remembering what I had ended up in the middle of the night before. I recalled how things were feeling really good for a minute untill Kurt came in me before I reached a climax myself. It seemed like I was not going to be able to avoid him forever, and it would probably be at least once a week that we would have to have sex if I wanted it to seem like nothing was wrong. I pused in my thinking. I didn't like the idea of having sex with him (or any guy) but if I had to that didn't mean I couldn't get some enjoyment out of it. There was no reason I had to lay back and be a sperm bank for him, I could take some initiative and get myself of first whenever we were in bed. Something about the whole situation was both uncomfortable and exciting. Despite my concern about being stuck this way, I found myself reluctantly turned on my the idea of temporarilly living as a woman. I found myself sitting on the sofy, gently playing with my tits as these thought went through my head. I slipped one hand up under my shirt and bra and started fondling myself earnestly. My other hand made its way down to my pants after a few moments, and I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. I slid my hand inside my panties and started exploring my pussy. I felt a jolt of pleasure as I rubbed my clit and tingles of excitment as I played with my slit. It wasn't long before I was masterbating adamantly, pinching my nibbles and fingering my cunt. Soon I felt a small orgasm build up inside me, and when it erupted I moaned and bucked my hips into ym hand, throwing my head back on the couch. When I had finished pleasuring myself I had made a decision; I was going to get the most out of this unwanted situation. I'd do my best to play at being Lori, but at the same time I was going to change a few things about her marriage situation. I pulled my pants closed again and readjusted my breasts under my bra as I stood up. Who knows, I thought, this could even be fun in a way. I wasted the rest of the day in the house, not doing much of anything besides trying to get used to my new body. When Kurt eventually got home that night I didn my best to reply to his noncommital talk before I changed the subject. As quickly as possible I enticed him into the bedroom, much to his confusion. "You know," said, "last night just wasn't enough for me, I think I need a little more than that." I wasn't sure how convincing I was, but he seemed to accept it because his repense was, "Sure thing, baby." I tried not to show my contemp towards him as I pushed him down ont he bed. I undid my pants and pulled them off as quickly as I could, removing my panties as well. He was about to take control when I stopped him and climbed up on the matress, kneeling over his face. It didnt seem like he was used to this, but I didn't care. I lowered my snatch towards his mouth and told him to lick me. If I was going to play this part I was going to get some satisfaction from it, not like the first night. I unclasped my bra as I sat on his face. He hesitated a moment, then started to lick my pussy. As my tits swung free he started to do a decent job eating me out, and was feeling really good. Electric tingles ran throughout my body as he licked my clit and teased my slit. I felt great all over, and I could feel the moisture building up in my pussy. I was tempted to keep him going like this and just cum that way, but I felt the need to experience more, plus I knew if he wouldn't rest untill he got off as well. I removed myself from his face and slid down, straddling his waist. I felt his hark cock nestled between my asscheeks. I raised myself up and reached back to grab his tool. I slid his dick forword untill it was pressed against the openeing to my cunt. Teasingly, I rubbed it back and forth a few times across my slit before moving on. My crotch was soaking wet, and as I lowered my ass onto his pole I felt it slide inside with no resistance. My body spread and stretched as his flesh went deeper and deeper into my canal. Then I found myself resting on his hips, his cock burried all the way inside me. I slowly started grinding myself into him, feeling the strange new sensation of having a dick moving around inside my pussy. I played with my tits as I rode him, occasionally pincing my nipples. He grabbed my ass tightly and shoved up to meet my pace, increasing my pleasure. I placed one hand on his chest and really put my weight into riding him, feeling a climax begining to swell inside me. My tits bounced so much it was almost painfull as my passion increased. Sweat was breaking out on my body and my breathing was ragged. I closed my eyes and concentrated on all the sensations I was feeling. The tremors of my orgasm rippled through me, and my body began convulsing amid a bunch of moans and gasps. I quivered as a seemingly endless series of jolts, my climax seemed to attack every nerve in my body. I came hard, and I wasn't dissapointed. I was barly aware of Kurt's dick pumping in and out of me as my body bucked and rocked on top of him. Just as my extacy was begining to fade I felt him jerk and dig him nails into my skin. He came as well, emptying another deposit of jizz into me as I used muscles I didnt realise I had to clench my pussy around his cock. I let out one final loud moan as his last spurt of cum leaked into me and I collapsed forward. Resting my head on the pillow next to Kurt I felt my tits mash into his chest, both of us breathing hard. I started to feel his dick shrink inside of me, letting the juices flow out. As his member popped limply out of my sex he muttered, "Wow, it hasn't been like that for a while." I mumbled some response. "That was the girl I married, all right." He added. I couldn't help it, I started laughing into the pillow. I told him it was nothing when he asked what I thought was so funny... I rolled off him and we laid silently for a while. I still resented his presence in general, but the sex had felt great this time. I didn't even mind the cum dripping from my pussy as I layed in the afterglow of my fabulous orgasm. After about fiffteen minutes I realised that I still felt kind of edgy, I wanted more before I would be totally satisfied. I looked over at my apparent husband dozing next to me. The man was a tool, but if I played him right I could at least keep myself entertained. I didn't see any point stopping now that I had begun, and Lori emphasised her desire for us to just play along in order to keep Kurt from suspecting there was a man inside his wife. Submitting to the desire for more sexual excitment, I decided to try and get Kurt ready to go again. I knew that the most surefire way was to go down on him. I cringed at that idea initially, not liking the implications of a)sucking a cock and b) performing such a submissive action on him. It did seem the fastest way to get what I wanted though, and I had already had a man cum in me twice since becoming Lori so there was no point shying away now. Shrugging, I moved over to him and reached for his junk. I started stroking his meat, feeling the weight of it in my hand. I started slowly but firmly as I edged my face closer to groin. I moved my head down and licked the tip of his tool. I tasted our mixed juices on it, but decided it didn't taste as bad as it could. I took the tip of his dick in my mouth and started to suck on it, still manipulating his shaft with my fingers. I felt it grow slowly as I started to move my head up and down over the first few inches of his cock. I felt his flesh slide back and forth between my lips as I started to give him a proper blow job. It took a few minutes, but he eventually got more or less fully erect. At this point I was bobbing my head up and down in earnest, letting about half of his length into my throat as i kept my hand stroking the rest. I had started really getting into the action, and enjoyed the amount of skill I was exerting. When I felt he was ready I pulled his penis out of my mouth and shifted my position. I laid on my back and spread my legs, grabbing his cock and pulling it towards me. He obliged and slid his meat into me again, and I felt the wonderfull fullness again. I grabbed him with my legs and rolled my hips into his thrusts. It was easier to keep him going this time since he had already come before. Soon I began to feel another climax approaching... Trade part III When I awoke the next day I had half hoped to be back in my own body, Vanessa snuggled next to me. At the same time, I wasn't surprised to wake up alone in Lori's bed still inhabiting her body. Kurt was gone again, mercifully, and I found myself feeling a little ashamed of myself for what I had activly pursued. Ignoring my twinge of guilt, I got up an headed for the shower. I stepped into the bathroom and turned on the hot water. I began washing my scruffy hair, trying to similtaniously relax and wake up. As I stood under the steaming water I began to question myself again. It had only been one day and two nights since I had inherited Lori's life, and yet I had already consented to having sex with a man despite the fact that I had never even considered the possibility before. Not only that, but I had sex with a man purly for the recreation of having sex, I didn't even like the guy in any way. The previous day my thought process had made sense, I had ended up playing with myself, I enjoyed it, I decided to make the best of a unwanted situation and, assuming I would have to concent to sex with Kurt at some point, I decided to take control and get the most of it. Something seemed a little wrong about my behavior. I had only spent one day as a woman, with no warning that I was going to become one,and I was already getting into my temporary role by the second night? My adjustment to the scenario seemed a little too fast, it seemed like it should have taken at least a few more days of feeling really awkward before ended up where I was. I decided to mention that to Lori the next time I talked to her. What was done was done, so I just shrugged it off and continued soaping myself up. As I slipped on a robe and went to get myself some food I went back to thinking about what my life was going to be like for the next little while. I had one more day to myself, then I would have to go to work as Lori. From what she had told me her job wasn't that difficult; she sat in a office managing a floor full of cubical employees. She had given me a little list of things I'd have to do that I could reference, and list of names and who they were. The job itself wasn't what made me that anxious, it was spending time out in public as Lori and interacting with people as her. My mind drifted back to my thoughts in the shower and I wondered if in some strange way I would fall into it without much hesitation. I frowned again the the notion that one day of being forced to play the part of a woman had made me comfortable with persuing sex with Kurt. Trying to push these thoughts from my head I consentrated on my breakfast and what I was going to do with my last quiet day for a while. I the rest of the morning in my robe, reading Lori's job homework. Sometime after noon I went to put some real clothes on. I chose some simple panties and another pair of jeans. I found a bra that seemed reasonably comfortable and a white blouse. I kicked around the house for a while after getting dressed. I went on Lori's computer and started wasting time that way. I got bored and restless after a while and started pacing listlessly. I decided to try calling Lori again, so I picked up the phone and found my old number. She didn't answer. I tried to consolidate myself, but there was a still a nagging sense of cabin fever that kept bothering me. I began to consider going outside and finding something to do. I figgured I might as well get used to being treated like a woman since I was going to have to do it for the rest of the week. Sighing, I found some flat shoes and a leather jacket and headed towards the front door. I grabbed Lori's purse, and took out her keys. Locking the door behind me I looked around the street to find her car. Making sure I had my new ID and some money, I got into my new car and started the engine. I started driving aimlessly at first. I follwoed streets at random, thinking to myself as I cruised around. Eventually I started to drift towards familiar paces, pasing places I knew well. As I neared a bar I used to frequent I looked for a parking spot and pulled over. I got out of the car and walked towards the bar, trying to look like I wasn't distracted byt the sway of my hips and the jiggle of my breasts. Preparing myself for social contact I walked inside. The bar was farely empty at that time since the afternoon was still winding down. I noticed a man sitting near the door check me out as I walked past, which made me feel less that happy. When I sat at the bar the bartender came over smiling at me in a much mroe friendly manner than he ever had when I came in before. I ordered a beer, which seemed to surprise him a little, and sat quietly drinking. I was begining to get the feeling that the guy who had checked me out was about to approach me when I heard my phone ring. It was Lori returning my call so I answered it quickly. "Hello," I said. "Hi," I heard my old voice say. "How's it going Lori?" "It could be worse, I guess," I replied. "How was work?" She told me work had gone by just fine, and nobody seemed to notice that anything was wrong. "How's Vanessa?" I asked. "She's good," Lori said. "I don't think she's noticed either, though I dont know how long I can go before she notices." I sighed, I missed Vanessa already, and wished I could tell her what happened. "Well let's just hope that we get switched back before too long," I said. "You know," Lori went on, "you're really lucky, she seemed like a great woman. I feel bad getting your good relationship while you get stuck with that prick Kurt." A image of my sucking said prick's prick flashed through my head. "I'm sure you dont feel too bad," I began. "In fact, you're probably enjoying yourself," I finished sourly. "I wont lie to you," she said. "This is fun for me. I dont mean to make it worse for you, but it just feels like a game to me. I know you probably dont see it that way." I told her she was right. "Look, can you meet up with me for a minute, I want to talk about a few things?" she said she could, I told her where to find me. "I'll be there in twenty minutes," she said. "Ok, I'll be here," I told her as I hung up the phone. I ordered a drink and began waiting for Lori to arrive. She got there quickly and walked in the door looking very confident. She was all smiles as she walked over to me at the bar. "Well I can see I was right about you enjoying yourself." I said with a note of bitterness. "I told you," She said, "I can't help it that this is a crazy kind of vacation for me." I grumbled in response. "Listen," I said as she sat down. "There is something I want to ask." She ordered a drink and the bartender left to fetch it. "Shoot." She said. "Well," I began, "have you noticed anything else about the switch? I mean have you noticed a certain...acceptance of the changes?" "Ahh," she said, "that. Yes, my friend called me a while agi to tell me about that. She said that it was part of it. Since it was meant for me and Kurt, she made is so that he would accept being female much easier than he normally would. I didn't want to tell you because I thought it would just make you feel... I don't know." I frowned. "So you knew that I would find this easier to accept and you didn't warn me?" She shrugged. "Would it have made a difference? I mean you aren't enjoying this, isn't it kinda a good thing? You can't make yourself get more uspet, and why would you want to?" I had to admit I saw her point, though I felt that some wwarning would have been nice nontheless. Lori smiled slyly. "I'm going to venture a guess that this ws propted in part by the fact that you let Kurt fuck you and you actually enjoyed it a little?" I frowned again. "Shut your face," I said flatly. "I'll take that as a 'yes'," she replied. "Look," I said, frustrated, "isn't there anything else we can do to speed this up? How far is this going to get messed up if you're having a ball being me and I'm magically not out of my mind by becoming a married woman with a troublesome husband?" "What can we do?" she said, shrugging again. "Neither of us can reverse it, all we can do is wait untill it gets sorted out. It can't take too long." I slouched down and sipped my drink. "I certainly hope not," I muttered. "You know it's a shame..." Lori said offhandedly. "What is, besides the obvious?" I asked. "Well if you didn't have a serious girlfriend, we could have at least played around together." "Yeah," I said sourly, "that would have been a big consolation." It wasn't long before I had to get going, since I had to be back at the house before Kurt got home if I didn't want to answer any questions. I bit the annyingly happy Lori farewell and went back to her life for the night. I had time to get some food ready before my adopted husband got home. He was also annoying happy, no doubt due to me rocking his word the night before, which I suddenly felt a pang of shame for. I may have been cursed to accept my role, but I could still feel ashamed of giving that jerk satisfaction. Whatever had come over me the night before what not in play this time. I was in no mood to have any contact with Kurt at all, sex most definatly included. My performace before had encouraged him though. When it came time to go to bed I faced away from him on my side, acting like I just wanted to sleep. It didn't do me any good though, and he sidled up to me. Spooning me from behind he started to rub my pussy, slipping a finger inside me. I couldn't think of any excuse fast enough, plus it did feel pretty good even if I wasn't really in the mood for it. He replaced his hand with his now-hard dick and started feeding it into me. I reached down to rub my clit as he started to fuck me slowly. By playing with my pussy and my tits I managed to bring about a small orgasm in myself before I felt Kurt cum inside me again. After this somewhat tepid session he seemed satisfied enough, and it wasn't long before I actually managed to get to sleep. TRADE IV Working Lori's job wasn't as arduous as I thought I would be. It took only a few days to get the hang of it, since I basically sat at a desk all day sorting paperwork. What disturbed me more that the job was my reactions to my co-workers, especially one. There was a young guy names Frank who had just started working in the office. He was only in his early twenties but was making good progress. The problem was that I kept catching myself checking him out. I would constantly have to shake my head and curse myself for noticing parts of him I shouldn't have been looking at. To put it simply, I started finding him desirable. I was not at all pleased with the fact that I would absent- mindedly notice the size of the bulge in his pants when he sat down. At home things were worse. Kurt was realising that the lustful display I had given him that one time wasn't re-occurring. I may have been forced into accepting my role, but I wasn't letting myself sink to being his plaything. We still had sex occasionally, though only when he made strong advancements and I felt it would just make things worse to refuse. Even then things didn't last long and I could tell he was frustrated. I certainly wouldn't say he suspected the truth, but he definitely showed signs of enticing the change in his wife's behaviour. He would give me strange looks when I would say things that were a little out of character, or when I didn't seem to remember things that Lori would have. In a couple of weeks we were very distant and seldom spoke. By the third week he didn't bother pushing for sex. While I was happy that I didn't have to lie on my back humouring him for the sake of pretending to be his wife, I found there were almost as many problems NOT having contact with him. For one, I was making Lori's marriage worse and, more prominently, I was getting sexually frustrated myself. Having frequent and unenthusiastic sex with Kurt was unsatisfying, rarely having sex at all made me even more restless. I found myself masturbating in the shower every day, sometimes twice. I also started to think about sex more often, fantasizing all the time. This made work tenser. Without even thinking about it I began casually flirting with Frank. As time went on I started thinking more and more about him. I started to actually plan scenarios where I could get him into a position to seduce him. At first I caught myself and made my mind go to other places, but eventually it happened so frequently I didn't realise I was fantasizing about Frank until I started to feel a tingle in my crotch. Eventually I decided to try and come up with an excuse to see him away from the workplace. By the end of the third week I gave into my desires and made the first move. After a long and tedious board room meeting I ended up walking out of the building next to Frank. I struck up a casual conversation that eventually led to a suggestion to go get a few drinks before heading home. We chatted very comfortably over the drinks, my flirtation growing in frequency but staying subtle. When we decided to leave I offered him a ride home, since he didn't have a car. I made sure to mention that I was in no hurry since I would just be going home alone. Once at his house he asked if I wanted to come inside for another drink. We both knew where all this was heading, but neither of us had gotten down to it yet. We sat on the couch with a glass of wine and laughed and joked like old friends - or lovers. After another drink we were reclining on the couch. Frank was sitting very close to me, and I was finding opportunities to slip a little closer to him. I started to play with his shoulder as we talked, listening to what he was saying but not speaking much myself. It was only a few more seconds before he leaned in for a kiss. We kissed softly, then with more passion. After a few moments he broke away and we smiled at each other. "Are you sure this is a good idea?" he asked, hoping I wouldn't say no but being noble enough to ask. "I mean not only do we work together, but you are married too." I ran my hands through his hair. "I think I've been clear that there is nothing between me and my husband anymore. And I don't care about work," I answered. We started kissing again, his hands roaming over my body. After a little while I stood up. "To put it plainly," I said, "how would you feel about sleeping with your boss?" Frank smiled and hesitated. "I think it might be allot of fun," he finally answered. "Then we shouldn't waste any more time..." I replied. I turned away from him, smiling. I unzipped my dress and let it fall to the floor. Franks hands slid over my back and unclasped my bra, which tumbled onto the pile of clothes at my feet. Frank slid up gently ran his fingers over my back and shoulders, moving around to cup my breasts. He kissed the back of my neck, making me sigh. I reached over my shoulder to run a hand through his hair as he fondled me. Frank ground into me from behind, cupping my tits. He manipulated my breasts as I reached back and started teasing his crotch. As I rubbed the bulge in his pants Frank's hand slid up my thigh. His fingers found my slit and started to rub my pussy. He found my clit and concentrated his attentions on that, causing me to start breathing hard. Soon he was fingering me fervently as I pushed my hips into his hand. He lifted up my skirt and pushed me foreword. Leaning down he started to lick my pussy from behind, making me gasp. "You are a horrible tease..." sighed. "Me?" he asked glibly. "Yes, you," I responded. I turned around and opened up his jeans as he started fingering my pussy again. "You know, you didn't actually answer my question," I said. "I think my answer is yes," he replied. "Good," I said and I moved down between his legs, "because at this point I was going to fuck you anyway." I pulled his trousers down and took his organ into my mouth. I started going down on him to the best of my ability, using my hand as well as my full lips. He laid back and moaned under my ministrations. His cock was pretty large and rock-hard by now, and I couldn't wait to get it inside me. I let his dick slide out of my mouth, the slippery flesh sliding into my hand. "So you're going to fuck me, are you?" he asked. "You couldn't stop me now, as I said," I said breathlessly as I began sliding up his body. I straddled him and rose up my ass. I pointed the tip of his young tool at the entrance to my slit and lowered myself down. I fed his member into me slowly, feeling my body open up to the insertion of his flesh. Soon He was all the way inside me, and it felt divine. My cunt was soaking wet and I paused a moment, marvelling in the sensation. I started to ride him, slowly at first. I began to build up a little force as I felt his meat driving deeper and deeper into me. He reached up to fondle my tits and pinch my nipples as we fucked. It wasn't long before I felt an orgasm building up. Frank sat up and we held each other tightly as I came, my moans stifled by our locked lips. When the waves of pleasure were beginning to fade he flipped me over so that he was on top. He continued to pump me as I wrapped my legs around him. I was moaning and writhing with pleasure as he drove into me. He pulled out after a few minutes and dove down to start licking my pussy. "Oh, my god!" I gasped as he worked his mouth and tongue on my sex. I grabbed a handful of his hair as he ate me out. After a few minutes of this he was back on top of me, and I felt him slide his cock into me again. My tits jiggled on me chest as he fucked me at a good steady pace. I played with my tits as he did so; revelling in the feeling his large, young cock was giving me. I suddenly became aware of a second climax approaching. I practically tore at my hair as I gasped, "Oh yes! I think I'm going to come again. Keep going!" He was panting as he thrust into me. "You're going to come?" he asked playfully. "Yes, again..." I whimpered. The second orgasm was even stronger than the first, and I convulsed on the bed as I came. He kept going, never losing tempo as I was wracked with my second orgasm. I moaned and bucked wildly, lost in the ecstasy. When the jolts of joy were slowing down Frank repositioned us again. I got on all fours as he moved around behind me. "Ohhh," I whispered, "get back inside me." He teased me a moment, poking at my hole with the tip of his tool, then startled me as he shoved it hilt-deep into me. I yelped as he penetrated me sharply. He started fucking me doggy-style as I was gifted with the amazing sensations of being a woman once again. I don't know how long he shagged my dripping cunt from behind; I lost all sense of time. Eventually, however, we moved around again. I rolled over on my back (a position I was getting used to). I threw my legs over his hip and he laid sideways. I guided his dick into me as we started making love again in this position. Time went by in a blur of sensuality. I rubbed my clit and grabbed my chest as we kept going. "Shit," I muttered after a while, "I think I'm cumming again! Keep going." He did, slamming into me as my third climax hit me. I was a insensible mass on the bed, squirming as I was stupefied by the pleasure. After an eternity I got something resembling a brain back, just as Frank started panting and thrusting frantically. I could tell he was going to cum himself. "Are you going to cum?" I asked. He nodded. I rolled over and scooted over to him quickly. I grabbed his cock and started to go down on him. I did my best to swallow his cock as he thrust his hips into my mouth. His first spurt of jizz blasted down my throat and I managed to swallow most of it. the rest gushed into my mouth and leaked out of my lips, spattering on my large bust. Stroking and bobbing on his tool I kept going until he was done spurting and was trembling gently. I slowly let his now-softening member slide out of my cum-filled mouth. He looked down at me, smiling at the goo covering my lips, chin and breasts. I smeared his seed around on me as he collapsed back on the bed. I grabbed an old shirt that was laying on the floor and wiped myself off. We cuddled up to each other, trying to catch our breath. "That was incredible," I sighed. Frank agreed non-verbally. "Can we do this again?" he asked after a moment's silence. I thought about it. I had no care for Kurt at all, and this young guy certainly made me cum like crazy. "Oh, I think so," I told him. "But it may not be as frequently as we'd like," I added. "I understand," Frank said. And so I cheated on my adopted husband with the new guy from work. TRADE V I was kneeling in front of Frank, my silk robe hanging open. I still had my black panties on as I stroked his cock. Making sure it was good and hard. I licked the tip, teasing him for a moment before slurping his length into my mouth. I started bobbing back and forth on his dick, stroking the base of his shaft with my hands. When he was as rigid as possible I let his tool slip from my lips as I stood up and moved over to the couch. I sat down and stripped off my panties. He knew what I wanted. He knelt between my thighs and placed his mouth over my pussy. Using his tongue and lips he began going down on me, and I felt my juices flow into his face. I moaned and pulled his head towards my crotch as he licked me, and soon I was flowing wet and desperate for something more intense. I pulled his up, wrapping my legs around him as I guided him into me. His penis slid into me in one smooth action, and I felt the satisfaction of having him deep in my pussy. I spurred him on as he began pumping in and out of me, digging my heels into his as he fucked me. My robe was pooling behind me, and my tits were sliding back and forth as we made love, bouncing at each thrust. I whimpered and moaned as my lover made me feel fantastic. Soon I desired to cum, and I knew the best position to do it. I manoeuvred us around so that I was riding him. I straddled his member and lowered myself onto it, feeling it slam up inside my body. I began grinding into him, gripping the back of the couch as I increased my pace. I was riding him roughly, rolling my hips to get the most pleasure out of him. A sweat was breaking on my face and chest as I bounced. My bust was jumping up and down when he wasn't groping me to hold them in place. My orgasm was upon me, and I moaned and bucked as my body came alive with pleasure. I rode him frantically until the seemingly endless rivers of climactic bliss finally began to subside. At his urging I flipped around, staying on top but facing away from him in reverse cowgirl. I put my arms behind me for support and started bouncing up and down on him that way as he played with my tits and clit. My strong legs pumped as I drove down onto his shaft. A second, climax, nearly as good as the first rippled through me. When my orgasm was ebbing away I climbed off of Frank and knelt in front of him. I tasted myself on his cock as I took him back into my mouth. He moaned, grunted and flexed as he approached his own orgasm. When he erupted in my mouth I let his seed spill all over my lips and tongue, dripping down my chin onto my chest. The last few squirts of his semen were directed at my nipples. I knew he likes seeing me get dirty like that. When he was done I cleaned off his tool and rubbed the jizz all over myself. I had been Lori for a month now, and I didn't think twice about my role most of the time. I had sex as a woman; I acted like a woman, and most of the time I thought like a woman whenever I Was around other people. Part of me was still inside my head, but I had become accustomed to my borrowed life. "I had better get cleaned up before my husband gets home." I said. "And unfortunately you should go." Frank made a fake pouting face. "But can you come by tomorrow?" I asked, grinning at him lustfully. He said he could and would. I told him I couldn't wait. I took a shower after he left, making sure to scrub all the semen off my skin. After I had cleaned up and towelled off I heard my mobile ring, and I quickly moved to answer it. It was Lori, the real Lori who was in my body, calling me. I eagerly answered. "Hi," I began, "What's up?" She answered immediately. "Laura says she may have figured out how to swap up back," she said quickly, not sounding as excited as she could have. "I think we need to meet and talk," she added. I told her that Kurt would be home soon, and that I could come over for a while after he got back. I told her I'd make some excuse and buy myself an hour or two. She said that was fine, and that she would meet me at the same bar we had met at before. When I hung up the phone I was excited, but concerned at her grave tone of voice. I wondered what else could be in store for us. The idea of suddenly being back in my old life seemed odd to me, there would be so much I would have to readjust to. After a month of being trapped in Lori's life my old existence seemed like a dream. Kurt came home shortly after the phone call. He looked at me sullenly, walking into the kitchen without speaking. I told him I needed to go out for a few hours to meet with someone from work. "Fucking whatever," was his only reply. Rolling my eyes at him I got my car keys and left the house. I drove to the bar, making good time. After finding a parking spot I walked into the pub, gracefully strutting in Lori's body. I spotted my old body sitting at a corner table and walked over to him. I caught a few jealous looks form the other patrons that I was here to meet him. I realised that I didn't think of him as Lori anymore, I had accepted that role myself for the time being. He gestured for me to sit down. "So you said we could switch back, what's the problem?" I asked. "I'm not going to waste time," he said. "The problem is I don't want my old life back." I stared at him, wondering if he was really going to try and screw me and steal my life for good. "I'm not trying to steal yours," he said, seemingly reading my mind. "And I know I'm just running away from my problems. It's just that I don't want to go back to Kurt and all his bullshit, or all the stress of a divorce." I thought on this. "Well, I can't say I'm enjoying his company either," I said, "even if I've gotten disturbingly comfortable as a woman, your marriage isn't my problem. And I miss my own girlfriend who I haven't seen in a month." "You are entitled to your life back, obviously. It's just..." I understood. Suddenly I had an idea. "Did Laura say what was needed to swap us back?" I asked. He told me that she just needed to say the spell, burn some hair and then we both have sex at the same time. Apparently what had gone wrong before was that something of mine must have gotten burned along with something of Kurt's, so that it was a toss up when we both made love that night. Sleeping with my old body seemed like cheating on Vanessa, so we agreed to have a specific time to get ourselves laid. "Well then, I think I have a suggestion..." I began. There wasn't time to get the spell done properly that night, so it would have to wait until morning. I begrudgingly trudged home to Kurt and his moody sulking. I arrived back home to find my adopted husband in front of the TV, a beer in his hand. At least he didn't disappoint my expectations. I tried to feel some form of pity for him, but all I felt was a vague sense of disappointment that I didn't even waste time thinking about. I knew that I was going to have to bed him the following day, since my lover was not available at that time. I sighed at the thought but felt a certain satisfaction knowing that the whole ordeal would be over and done with soon enough. So I did my best to make the air between Kurt and I a little more amiable, since I needed his sexual co-operation. Kurt and I barely spoke that night regardless of my efforts, and fell asleep silently on opposite sides of the large bed. I drifted into my dreams wondering what it was going to be like to have my life back and to see my girlfriends again after so many weeks. I grinned as I recalled my plan for how things would turn out at the end of it all... The following morning was Saturday, and I spent my leisure time enjoying my last day as Lori. I enjoyed a good session of masturbating in the shower, and went out for a few solitary drinks during the afternoon. I made sure to get myself a little tipsy and as horny as possible before returning to my husband. It took some goading and apologising, but in the end the "I'm sorry, baby, let me make it up to you" attitude won out and Kurt started to lean the way I wanted. He came at me fiercely, looking to exhaust his frustration on me and reassert himself in his role. As I laid back and felt him stabbing into my pussy repeatedly I whimpered with delight. Not only was a starting to cum, but I also started to feel a little dizzy and disoriented... I felt my climax explode as I suppressed a grunt. I thrust my cock deep into Vanessa and felt my seed spill into her in seemingly endless amounts. I was back. I was myself again, positioned on top of my moaning girlfriend. I looked down into Vanessa's eyes and smiled. I kissed her passionately as I felt my dick grow soft, held in the delicate folds of her slit. Three days later I was still confusing Vanessa little with my endless affection. She commented that it was as if I hadn't seen her in a month, I just laughed and didn't bother explaining. Apparently Lori had done a pretty good job of keeping her happy. She made a few references about how distant and quiet I had been lately, despite my constant sexual affection. I apologized, telling her that I had just had allot on my mind lately and now my attention was entirely on her. The next day I called up Lori to see how things had gone on her end. It was Kurt's voice that answered the phone. "Lori?" I asked. "Not any more," he answered. "From now on you should call Kurt's number to talk to me." I chuckled. So the plan had worked. After I had been put back in my old body she had done the switch again on Kurt. Husband and wife had now switched roles. "How's the new Lori?" I inquired. "Still sulking," he answered. "She's out getting groceries now so we can talk." I asked if they had done the spell to make Kurt adjust to his new life as Lori. "Yeah, though she's still fighting it a little. She plays at being indignant but once I get her going in bed she purrs like a kitten. If I keep sexing her up she will probably start to really enjoy herself," he said, sounding very smug. "Anything else new?" I asked in conclusion. "Well," he replied, "I always wanted to try having kids, but the old Kurt was against it. In the current state of things though I think a couple kids will help mellow the new Lori out..."