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My life trundled on with monotonous days turning into monotonous
weeks, and before I knew it, six months had passed since the swap. I
had spent six months living the life of a 48 year old woman. My own
17th birthday had been and gone, a day that I had spent in the salon,
getting my nails done and my hair highlighted, which was not how I had
ever imagined I'd have spent it back when I was a carefree teenage
boy.
It was Saturday morning and I had woken early. Allen lay snoring next
to me and the early sun rays were shining through the window. As was
the norm now, I awoke craving the first cigarette of the day, but I
resisted turning to my bedside drawer and fishing out my Menthol 100s
because I didn't want to wake Allen. Although in truth he would be
awake soon. He was always an early riser. I looked down to the sheet
covering his body and noticed him that, as per usual, part of him had
arisen already.
I sighed. I'd wanted sex as soon as I woke up, and hoped Allen would
too, although he usually did on weekend mornings, but I was
particularly horny this morning. My crotch was still sticky from last
night's lovemaking session and, whilst I was used to having sex with a
man these days, it still didn't sit right in my mind. Last night I had
dreamt of being in my old body. I was throwing a football around and
Melissa had been watching me. She came over to kiss me and as she did
awoke. It was a dream I had had before, usually just when I had
convinced myself that my new life wasn't that bad. The dream would
then give me a tantalizing reminder of being a teenage boy. For a few
blissful seconds after awaking I would think I was still that boy only
for the horrible truth to come rushing back and I would look down to
see the middle-aged housewife's body I was imprisoned in.
I sighed again and Allen murmured. I really needed sex right now so I
decided to take matters into my own hands. I deftly flicked back the
sheet and shifted until my head rested on his abdomen. His morning
glory was before my face and I picked it up with my hands, my wedding
ring glinting in the morning sun. I took his erect cock in my mouth
and swirled my tongue around the head before gently beginning to suck
on it.
Allen moaned, still asleep, but beginning to come round and I thought
back to my dream. What would my friends say if they saw me now?!
Waking a 50 year old man up with a blow job?! Still I didn't have
worry about them ever finding out. They, like Mrs. Harris would be in
my body, heading off to college next year. I felt a pang of anger as I
suckled. It wasn't fair! They would be partying at college with the
whole world at their feet and I would be left here to live Mrs.
Harris's life. Allen stirred and groaned loudly, I increased the pace
of my sucking slightly. It wasn't even as if Mrs. Harris life was
difficult. In fact I had got quite good at being a housewife.
"Good god woman," a now fully awake Allen muttered and entwined a hand
in my long blonde hair. I began tickling Allen's balls with the long
red painted nails of my free hand. A spasm passed through Allen's body
and I braced myself as my mouth filled with his cum. Once he had
finished, I swallowed the slimy mouthful and lay back in Allen's arms.
"Morning darling," I crooned softly. He laughed. "I've said it once
and I'll say it again, I'm the luckiest guy on the planet!" he said
panting. I just smiled in response, as I continued to play with his
cock with my hand. When I took my hand away I noticed some of his
creamy load had slid down across my wedding ring. Without thinking I
licked them clean, only realizing what I had done after it was too
late.
What the hell was wrong with me!? I had read somewhere in one of my
magazines that women can get addicted to the hormones in their man's
semen, which has anti-depressant properties. Maybe that's why I had
been going down on Allen so much lately. Allen was hard again I
straddled him, deciding this time to go on top, as I felt that by
going on top, I had more control. I slid down on his rock hard shaft,
gasping as I felt its full length enter me, and started riding him.
Although it gave me more control, it also caused my enormous tits to
bounce uncontrollably on my chest, making a strange slapping sound as
they bounced up and down. Normally when I went on top I'd have kept a
bra on to minimise the discomfort of my boobs bouncing, but this
morning I didn't care, I was too horny to care. My orgasm was intense
and I squealed as it hit, before collapsing in to Allens arms as he
held me close, both our bodies warm and sweaty, and once again the
sexual relief I felt far outweighed the shame of what I had just done.
We lay together in the bed, Allen kissing me and fondling my breasts.
It was weird, but even though I had sucked Allens cock and had sex
with him on countess occasions, I still found kissing another man the
worst thing I did, and I couldn't explain why, maybe because it felt
more intimate. Allen talked about his work and how he would be having
to travel more over the next six months. He often spend a few days at
a time out of town on business, and I always found these trips hard to
deal with. Allen thought it was because I missed him, when the truth
was I was, I only missed part of him, the part that could relieve the
intense sexual frustration I felt if I went too long without sex. He
worked for an oil drilling company, and although he made good money,
he worked all over the country, and I told him I hated when he worked
away. He then told me that the following week he would have to travel
out of the country with work, and would be away for ten days.
"Ten days!" I wailed. "Please Allen don't go, I cant be without you
for that long," I pleaded. I was almost in tears at the thought of it,
I wasn't sure if I could cope without sex for three days, never mind
ten! I had still been unable to bring myself to orgasm in this body,
and had even tried a vibrator in a fruitless attempt to bring myself
off, but the sad truth was I was totally reliant on a mans penis to
allow me to orgasm, and in fact to allow me to function at all,
because without sex I was just essentially a super horny 48 year old
woman.
"I'm sorry princess, I have to go, I'm sorry. You know I will miss you
too" he replied sympathetically I shrugged off his touch, reaching
instead for my cigarettes, hoping they would calm me down. "Look, I
have to get a shower and go and play golf, we can chat about it
later," he said getting out of bed. "Fucking great," I thought, "you
go and play golf, I'd love to spend my saturday morning playing golf
with my friends, but I'll stay home instead and cook and clean, and
have this massive tits weigh me down and these stupid nails make
everything a million times harder to do, while you go and enjoy
yourself." but despite thinking that, all I said was, "OK honey, you
get a shower and I will go and fix you a nice breakfast."
This was my life now, Janice Harris, a 48 year old meek and obedient
housewife.
On the morning that Allen left for his ten day business trip, I woke
up and turned over, to be greeted not by Allen sleeping beside me, but
with a note on the pillow telling me how I looked so beautiful and
peaceful sleeping he didn't want to waken me and he would call me
later. I was so angry reading the note, not because he was already
away, but because I had asked him to wake me before he went. I had
told him it was because I wanted to say goodbye, but the truth was I
wanted and needed sex before he left. I was absolutely fuming, as I
lay in bed staring at the ceiling wondering if I could cope for ten
days with no sex.
With Allen away, my life was going to be even more dull than usual, so
I had volunteered to work for three days a week instead of one, just
to get myself out of the house and give me something to do. My
friendship with Molly had also blossomed, and even though Mrs Harris
was considerably older than Molly, in my mind I was still a sixteen,
well now seventeen year old boy, so we had a lot in common and shared
a lot of the same tastes in music and tv, which gave us plenty to talk
about in work. I got up and showered, and after drying off quickly got
myself into a bra before pulling on my panties and pantyhose, and
sitting at my vanity to do my makeup and hair.
I had a love hate relationship with bras. A bra was the first item of
clothing I put on every morning to try and reduce the movement of my
tits, which got very uncomfortable incredibly quickly if I had to move
around a lot braless. But ultimately the bra became uncomfortable, its
tightness around my chest and the digging of the straps into my
shoulder throughout the day became very annoying and often painful.
Yet when I came home in the evening, and I knew I didn't have to do
much other than sit on the couch watching tv, I would often get my bra
off and wear a t-shirt. One thing that no guy will ever understand is
the feeling of sheer bliss of removing a bra after a long day of
wearing one, or kicking off a pair of 4 inch heels having been on your
feet all day. I finished dressing by putting on my crisp white blouse
and pulling up my navy blue skirt and stepping into my navy high heels
that I always wore to work and went to the office for the day.
The morning at work was just like any normal work morning, answering
phones and doing the admin, but Molly noticed how I seemed a bit less
talkative than normal.
"Is everything OK Janice, you don't seem yourself today?" she asked.
I nodded and smiled, "Yes, everything fine" I replied, but my voice
was shaking, and I felt tears coming. What the hell was wrong with me.
I was letting the prospect of no sexual relief get to me and I was
struggling to even think rationally. All I could think about was
getting laid. I was a seventeen year old boy, trapped in the body of a
48 year old woman, and all I could think about was getting fucked by a
man, a thought that totally disgusted me, yet it was what I so badly
wanted.
What was I going to say to Molly, I couldn't tell her I'm anxious
because I'm addicted to sex and Allen has gone away for ten days and I
don't think I can cope without a fuck for the next week and a half.
"Are you sure Janice?" asked Molly, as she got up and walked over to
my desk. I looked up at her, subconsciously reaching under my blouse
to stretch the shoulder strap of my bra, something I frequently found
myself doing when I felt nervous or stressed.
This time I shook my head, and I felt the tears coming. I stood up on
my heels, and Molly hugged me tight, and I felt my enormous bust push
against her. "Allens going away for ten days with work, and I'm just
going to miss him," I said, beginning to sob. I wasn't sure why I was
crying was it hormonal, or was it a mixture of shame, embarrassment
and desperation of my current predicament.
"Oh Janice, don't be upset, its only natural you'll miss him, but the
ten days will fly by." I nodded and wiped the tears with a tissue that
Molly handed me, forgetting for a minute that I had makeup on and
managed to wipe and smear my mascara all over my face.
"Me and my friend Kirsty are going clubbing on Saturday night, why
don't you come with us, get you out of the house and it will be fun,
you'll love Kirsty, she is so funny, we can get drunk and have a laugh
and a dance," she continued.
"I'm too old for clubbing," I replied, suddenly acutely aware of the
age gap between Mrs Harris and Molly.
"Nonsense Janice, stop making excuses, you're coming and thats that.
We are meeting at Monroe's at 8pm. It will do you good."
I reluctantly agreed, and Molly gave me a big hug again which made me
feel better emotionally but only managed to make me more aware of the
warm throbbing of my pussy.
"Now go to the bathroom and get cleaned up, and then we will go out
and get some coffee and chocolate," said Molly with a kind smile.
I took my handbag and went into the bathroom, and stared at the
mirror. even after 6 months looking like this I found it almost
impossible to see the busty blonde woman in the mirror as me. I
cleaned off my make up and then started the laborious and tedious task
of reapplying it again, finding myself doing that thing I used to
laugh at Melissa for doing. Putting on mascara with my mouth open.
Finally reapplying my nude lip gloss, I left the bathroom, my heels
clicking loudly on the tiled floor, to go and get some coffee with
Molly.
Ahead of the night out on Saturday night I booked myself into the
salon on the Saturday afternoon to have my hair done for the night
out. I had grown my hair longer over the previous few months, not
because I particularly wanted to, as I still found having long hair
very annoying, but because Allen had said in a throwaway comment one
night how he thought I suited my hair better when it was longer. It
now reached almost to my bra strap, and at the salon I had it
highlighted and lo-lighted, and my hairdresser Claire, who always did
my hair, styled it so it fell straight to my shoulders and then wavy
the rest of the way down my back. I then had my nails done, and sat
for ages with my fingers dipped in acetone soaking off my old
acrylics, chatting to the women in the salon mostly about our husbands
and tv shows.
I still never really knew what to say in these conversations but I sat
through it chipping in every now and again. I had thought about not
getting new nails put on until Allen got back, and maybe enjoying
having the use of my hands again, but I then thought I would get used
to it and it would be hard to readjust having them done again,
although as I sat there with my nails soaking I wished I could use my
hands right now as I could feel both my bra straps slipping off my
shoulders, and both now dangled around my elbows, clearly visible to
everyone as my blouse was short sleeved. Alice, the nail technician,
gave me my new nails, this time in a "stiletto" style, and cut them
about half an inch beyond my finger tips, and painted them a bright
red, and then glued a diagonal row of tiny fake diamonds on the ring
finger nail on each hand. When my nails were finished I finally got to
rescue my two stray bra straps and got up and paid for all the work
that had been done and drove home. It was already 5.30 and I had to be
at Monroes at 8! As a guy I probably would have started getting ready
at 7.30, but I was starting to panic as there was so much still to do.
I still hadn't decided what to wear and I still had to do my make up!
I rushed to my closet and started looking through it. What would I
wear? What was even suitable to wear? I eventually settled on a black
short sleeved dress which came to just above my knee, and had a
plunging neckline. Putting on the black satin balcony bra I bought
when I had my bra fitting, and pair of black lace panties, I then sat
at my table ready to get my makeup. Staring into the mirror I was
shocked at how big my tits looked in this bra, as it pushed them up
and out, and my large nipples could also be easily seen poking through
the fabric. I the started the laborious job of putting n my makeup. I
had to admit I had got quite good at doing my makeup for every day
wear, although I had got plenty of practice as I had to apply it every
day, but doing a full face night time look was a different
proposition.
I started by moisturising my face, before putting on some primer to
help the foundation glide on. I trowelled on the foundation, wearing
much more than normal, trying to cover up the little wrinkles I had on
my face, although to be honest there was not that many, and also in an
attempt to try and look younger. "When did I become so vain" I thought
to myself as I applied the foundation and then started with the
concealer, blending it in with my foundation to try and conceal the
darker circles under my eyes. I put on some bronzer next and then
added a blush to my cheeks. Then I started to work on my eyebrows,
shaping and filling in the brows before doing my eye make-up as my
groomed brow framed the eye socket better and gave me a clearer arch
to work with when applying eye shadow and contouring my eyes. I put on
eyeshadow next, blending a purple eye shadow on my eye lid with light
brown eyeshadow above the crease.
It was liquid eyeliner next, and I always found applying eyeliner
hardest to do, especially liquid eyeliner, and this task was made even
more difficult as the eyeliner was so difficult to grip securely
because go my nails. But I got it on perfectly on my first go, and
felt incredibly proud of that, before layering on thick black mascara.
Finally I put my lipstick on, using first a red lip liner, before
filling my lips in with a bright red glossy lipstick that matched my
nails. With my makeup finished I added 2 large gold hoop earrings and
a gold necklace that I put on over my head, as I had no chance of
doing anything with a clasp with these nails on, and some bangles and
a gold watch before stepping into my dress and zipping it up at the
back.
Then I went to my shoe closet to select a pair of heels. I had about
10 pairs of black heels, and after trying a few pairs on, I settled
for my 5 inch patent black pumps with a spike heel with a pointed toe.
They were a bit higher than I usually wore, but I was so used to heels
now I figured I would ok in them for a night out, and I really loved
the way they made my legs look. Standing in front of the mirror with
my look complete, I had to admit I looked hot, and certainly a lot
younger than 48. My breasts looked amazing in this bra and dress, and
my enormous cleavage I had on show wobbled around with each step.
After a quick spray with some perfume, I put my makeup into a black
clutch bag and looked at my watch. It was almost 8 o'clock. Putting on
makeup never ceased to amaze me how long it took. It was only then I
started to get nervous about the night out, but my pre booked taxi had
pulled up on the drive and it was time to go out.
When I arrived at Monroes, Molly and Kirsty were already there, which
was a relief as I was dreading the prospect of being there first and
having to wait on them. Molly had on a tight silver and red dress,
that showed off her breasts, which looked a lot bigger than normal, as
she obviously had a push up bra on too. Her friend Kirsty a tall very
pretty dark haired girl, who was dressed in black pants and an off the
shoulder top, We did the usual air kissing greetings, and both Kirsty
and Molly told me how nice I looked which made me feel a little bit
more relaxed. "Your boobs arrived about five minutes before you did
Janice," Molly said laughing.
We got a table at the club, and Molly came back from the bar with a
tray of cocktails which we started drinking, making sure I used straw
as I didn't want to ruin my carefully applied lipstick. We laughed and
joked and Molly and Kirsty talking constantly about men they were
seeing in the club who they fancied or didn't fancy, asking me my
opinions, which left me having to pretend I found certain guys
attractive, when in reality I was watching the array of beautiful
girls who were there and getting hornier with every sip of my drink.
When it came to my round Kirsty had gone to dance with a guy, so I
went to the bar to buy drinks for me us.
I walked to the bar, feeling self conscious as various men ogled me
and watched me walk, my huge boobs drawing a lot of attention. It
occurred to me that my boobs had two purposes, they were there to
cause me inconvenience, and to attract the unwanted attention of men!
I ordered our drinks and handed over my card to the barman, who set
the drinks on my tray, and the card on the bar. I went to pick the
card of the bar, and then realised I had a problem. I couldn't pick it
up because of my nails. I tried and tried and was getting funny looks
from the men around me, until one of them spotted what was happening.
"Lift the tray, honey, and i'll get you your card" he said. I smiled
and thanked him, lifting the tray with my drinks and clutch bag on it
and stepping back from the bar, as the guy effortlessly pick my card
and turned to me, but instead of putting the card on my tray like I
expected him to, he stuck it between my tits, so it was half stuck in
my cleavage with the other half sticking up.
Him and his friends then burst out laughing as I felt my face flush
with embarrassment I turned around looking for somewhere to set the
tray down to retrieve my card, but it was so crowded there was nowhere
to set my tray down, so I had no option but to mince back to my table,
my boobs sticking out in front of me wobbling like a pair of jellies,
with a bank card sticking out of them. I could see everyone laughing
at my predicament as I walked past them, and the walk to our table
seemed to take forever. Finally I got there and sat down, taking the
card from my bosom and putting it back into my clutch bag. I was so
angry and embarrassed but what could I do??
When we finished our drinks Molly persuaded me to go to the dance
floor with her. I reluctantly agreed, and found myself dancing on the
crowded floor, hoping that my tits didn't pop out of my dresses.
Dancing in 5 inch heel wasn't easy either, with only my toes and the
narrowest of heels on the floor at any one time, and I was terrified
of slipping as I had absolutely no grip on my shoes. Soon though Molly
caught the attention of a guy, and as the DJ put on some slow songs,
he took Mollys hand and led her on to the floor for a dance. I took
that opportunity to go back to our table, although I was now on my own
as it seemed both Molly and Kirsty had hooked up with guys. I was so
jealous, not that they had hooked up with guys, but because I wanted
to be the guy one of them had hooked up with!
I sat at the table and sipped my drink, with my legs crossed
absentmindedly dangling my shoe on my toe, before realising that a guy
sitting across had been watching me and took my shoe dangling as some
sort of flirting, as he kept looking over and smiling. I quickly put
my foot back on the ground and slipped my foot back into the high
heeled shoe. The guy at the other table smiled and stood up and came
over and sat down beside me. I looked around in panic looking for
Molly or Kirsty, but they were both nowhere to be seen.
"Hi, Im Danny," the guy said as he held out his hand. I held mine out
and he shook it gently, his hands huge compared to mine and they felt
so rough. "Are you here on your own?" he continued.
"No," I replied. "I'm with two friends but I'm not sure where they
are," I replied.
"Well, if they're even half as beautiful as you , they've probably met
guys," said Danny with a smile. "Can I ask your name?"
"My name is Mich..... I mean Janice," I replied, stunned with myself
that I almost told this guy my name was Michael. It must have been the
alcohol, as I wasn't used to drinking this much.
"Let me buy you a drink," said Danny. "What will you have?"
"Oh, erm, I'm fine, I was going to leave when I finished this one," I
replied.
"Oh, go on, have one more, what are you drinking? Vodka?" Danny
continued.
"Yes, fine, a vodka and lemonade will be fine, and get a straw," I
said with a smile. I watched Danny go to the bar, he looked incredibly
tall as he waked away, well over 6ft, and also very young, a lot
younger than Mrs Harris was.
When he came back with his drinks we started chatting again, but I was
more interested in trying to spot Kirsty or Molly, both of whom had
disappeared. I then heard a beeping from my bag, and reaching in to
get my phone, I had a text from Molly saying that she had left with a
guy, and she thought Kirsty had gone home earlier as she was quite
drunk. Relieved that they were ok, I put my phone back in my bag.
"So how old are you Janice?" asked Danny.
"Too old for you," I said smiling.
"Oh I'm sure you're not, and anyway, I like older women," he
continued.
"Im 41," I said, and no sooner had I said it that I was shocked I had
lied about my age.
"Well I'm 28, so theres not much difference really," said Danny
"I'm also married, Danny," I replied with smile and taking a sip of my
drink.
"Is your husband here?" asked Danny looking around the bar.
"Oh, erm, no, he's away on business at the minute," I said.
"I'm here on business," said Daniel. "I'm here for the weekend and
staying in the hotel across the street. Its a lovely hotel, have you
ever stayed there?"
"I can't say I have?" I replied
"Well, why don''t we go over and continue drinking, the bar stays open
longer for residents."
I wasn't sure how to react, I needed time to think.
"I need to use the toilet," I said. "Will you wait here?"
"Of course," replied Danny.
I went to the toilet, hitched up my dress, pulled down my panties and
sat on the loo and had a pee.
"What the hell am I doing?" I thought to myself. "I need to get home."
But the extreme horniness I was feeling was starting to cloud my
judgement. I needed a fuck, and this guy seemed interested. Could I
get him to fuck me?
I finished on the toilet and went to wash up. My makeup and hair still
looked good, but I applied some mascara and put on fresh lipstick
anyway, and went back to the table. Danny was still sitting there, and
when I arrived, he stood up, and I was right, he was tall, He must
have been 6ft 4 and he towered over me even as I stood there in my 5
inch heels. He pulled my chair out and I sat down. He then pulled his
chair up closer to mine, and asked me again if I wanted to come over
to the hotel for drinks.
"Why not?" I replied with a smile, and to my surprise he leaned in and
kissed me gently on my full red lips. He pulled away, and I smiled at
the lipstick smudge that I had left on his mouth. Reaching into my bag
for a tissue, I leaned over and gently wiped it off for him.
"Red lipstick doesn't really suit you!" I said in my high pitched
voice, and started to laugh. But he wasn't to be deterred, and kissed
me again, but this time I put my hands on his cheeks and kissed him
back, and felt his hand on my leg. He broke the kiss off and stood up,
holding my hand and said "Come on, let's go," and we walked out of the
hotel into the street, and we crossed the road, having to both run the
last part of the road as a car came round the corner, my heels
clicking loudly on the ground, and my boobs bouncing furiously on my
chest as I ran. Danny started laughing. "Your tits almost bounced out
of your dress," he said as we reached the safety of the sidewalk on
the other side, and walked hand in hand to his hotel, my heart
pounding from nerves and excitement, and I could feel my chest rising
and falling quickly as we walked. I was about to get laid, and I
couldn't wait!
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