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Melissa stayed for a while and we just sat and chatted, mostly about
what was happening with her at school, and how my friends were getting
on, friends who I had no contact with since the swap and who I missed.
Chatting with Melissa like this had cheered me up massively, and we
laughed and joked about our time together at school. It almost made me
forget my current situation, although the tightness of my bra around my
chest and the huge cleavage that greeted me every time I looked down
meant that I was constantly reminded of who I now was. My nipples were
also rock hard and straining painfully against the flowery pattern of my
bra, and I desperately wanted to grab them and rub them to try and ease
the discomfort. I still hadn't put a new top on, so I was still sitting
in my pink skirt and bra as we chatted.
After an hour or so chatting, Melissa got up to leave, and I went to my
closet and found a white blouse to put on. It was short sleeved and and
incredibly flimsy, and I struggled with the tiny fasteners due to my
nails as I buttoned it up. After I showed Melissa out, I made my way to
the kitchen, to make myself a much needed cup of coffee. I sat at the
kitchen table and lit a cigarette. I always found my cravings for a
cigarette increased dramatically when I drank coffee. As I sat there in
a world of my own, I heard my phone bleep in my handbag. I flipped the
screen up and seen the message was from Matthew. My tummy did a little
flip of excitement as I fumbled with the tiny buttons of my phone. In my
old life I had the latest iPhone, but the phone I had now was an older
flip phone, with a tiny screen and tiny buttons, and was all but
impossible to use with my nails. Matthew was messaging to enquire about
my day, and I messaged back telling him how I had just been to the salon
and had my hair done, taking an age to type out the short simple
message. I left out how I had lost my car keys and got soaked in the
rain. A few minutes late my phone beeped again. Matthew had messaged
again, telling me how he'd been thinking about me and if I would send
him a picture of new hair.
As much as I wanted to impress Matthew, the thought of sending him a
selfie made me feel uncomfortable, and I was caught once again in that
now familiar conflict, between my male mind wanting nothing to do with
any other guy in a sexual way, and my body, which even now was tingling
with excitement and arousal as I was unable to fully push the memories
of being with Matthew from my mind. I made my way upstairs and sat by my
vanity table. If i was going to send a selfie I wanted to look as well
as I could. My makeup was still pretty much perfect from the salon, but
my lipstick needed refreshing. I used a dark pink lip liner to line them
out again, before applying a bright pink matte liquid lipstick. My hair,
despite the rain earlier, had held its shape, and I pulled it forward so
it hung over my shoulder to my chest, the blonde giving way to wavy pink
curls. I wasn't sure how to pose, did I smile and try and minimise how
much my oversized lips dominated my feminine face, or did I pout as if
blowing him a kiss? In the end I decided to go for a smile, and stood in
front of the mirror and held up my phone, and took a could of snaps. My
phone didnt have the ability to download apps, so I wasn't able to apply
any filters to the pictures I took. I picked the one I felt looked the
best and sent it on to Matthew. Within a few seconds he had replied,
telling me he thought I looked beautiful and sexy, and how he kept
thinking of the blow job I had given him! Although every bit of me
should have been disgusted by this, I could feel my pussy twitching with
excitement, and even more to my amazement my mouth was actually
salivating at the thought of having his cock in my mouth. What the hell
was wrong with me? Why was Matthew having this effect on me? With Mrs
Harris casting the spell that I would be aroused by the next man I held,
and my stumble into Matthew on the bus, I was starting to think that I
was going to find it difficult to suppress these thoughts and feelings
about him. I messaged Matthew back thanking him for his compliments and
telling him I couldn't wait to see him again, which unfortunately for me
was also true. The thought of him holding me, and the way his touch
seemed to turn my entire body into one huge G spot, was now consuming my
every thought.
His next text message arrived a few minutes later, this time telling me
how amazing he thought my tits were, and asked if I would send him some
sexy pics of them. I was completely taken aback by this. I sat down by
my vanity table and re read the message. My mind was in turmoil. The
last thing I wanted to do was send semi naked pictures to a guy. But I
felt compelled to send them. I was probably more addicted to Matthews
touch than I was to those horrible cigarettes.
I stood up and unbuttoned my blouse, and lay it on the bed, before
reaching behind my back and unclasping my bra, sliding the straps off my
shoulders and feeling the considerable weight of my breasts pull me
forward as their support was removed. Even after all these months
trapped in this body I still wasn't quite used to the weight of my
breasts. Being only 5ft 2 didnt help either, but I found it tiring
having to carry their enormous weight every day. I folded my left arm
under my breasts and used it to give them some support and to make them
look less saggy for the pictures, and holding the phone in my right hand
tried to take a decent picture, but it was hard to do with the tiny
buttons on my phone and my stupidly long nails. I ended up dropping the
phone and as I bent to retrieve it almost lost my balance entirely as my
breasts swung out in front of me. I caught sight of myself in the mirror
and felt a huge wave of shame at the reflection of myself staring back
with my huge tits swinging around. I stood up again, and tried to strike
a pose that didn't look stupid, which was how I felt as I stood there
holding my boobs up with my left arm I looking like a slutty bimbo who
was trying too hard to look younger than she was, My nipples were rock
hard and as I accidentally touched one with the tip of a nail I felt the
tingle of pleasure going through my body. I had learned a long time ago
in this body not to try and sexually stimulate myself as I was never
able to make myself cum and would only end up making myself horny and
frustrated, so I took more care not to touch myself in any overly
sensitive spots, even though my pussy was throbbing and I was desperate
for some sexual relief . I took a couple of pictures I was reasonably
happy with and sent them on to Matthew.
I wasn't sure how to feel about him asking for explicit photos of me,
whether to be happy that he found me attractive, or embarrassed that he
thought I would send them. A few minutes later my phone beeped again,
and I had another message from Matthew telling me how beautiful my
pictures were and if I would be able to go round to his apartment
tomorrow for, as he described it, "some fun". I immediately messaged
back saying I would love to go see him. Its hard to describe how this
made me feel, or even how Matthew made me feel. The time I had spent
with Matthew that first time I went to his apartment was probably the
only time since the swap I had felt happy, and I was genuinely looking
forward to seeing him again. I put my bra and blouse back on and went
own stairs, as I had to get back to the mundane duties of being a trophy
wife for Allen, and started to get his dinner ready.
I messaged Allen to see if he wanted anything in particular for his
dinner, and he had messaged back saying a sandwich would be fine as he
was was going to be a little late as he was busy at work. I could have
done with him coming home earlier and my level of horniness was almost
unbearable, and even though I was excited about going to see Matthew, I
didn't think I could wait that long for some relief. I decided to watch
some TV until Allen came home to try and take my mind off sex, kicking
my heels off and enjoying the feeling of stretching out my toes as I got
on the couch.
When I finally heard Allens car pull into the drive, I quickly got up
and slipped back into my metallic pink heels, and thought to myself how
heavenly it would be to putting on some sneakers instead. I went to the
door and welcomed him home with a kiss and enquired about his day, even
though after all this time living with him I still wasn't entirely sure
what he did at work. He told me he thought my hair was nice and I
thanked him while reaching down and rubbing his cock through his suit
pants. Normally when I did this I would feel him hardening, and it was
my usual tactic to get him in the mood for sex, but tonight there was
nothing stirring. I went to open up his zip but Allen gently pushed my
hand away. "Not tonight honey, I'm far too tired" he said gently. I was
in shock, Allen never knocked back my advances and I wasn't sure what to
do. "Let me fetch your sandwich" I said and went the kitchen, my heels
clicking loudly on the floor as I thought about what I could do to get
him in the mood.
Allen finished up his sandwich, I poured him a large glass of whiskey. I
was hoping the alcohol would make him more relaxed, and as he finished
the glass I went to get him another but he announced he was going to
bed. I was starting to panic now as I was so aroused my panties were
soaked. I was so horny I was almost physically shaking. I decided to go
to bed too, and try and get Allen in the mood. Allen went to the
bathroom and brushed his teeth while I got undressed. When he finished
in the bathroom I went in to brush my teeth and take off my makeup.
Allen kissed me gently as I went past, building my hopes up that he
might want sex after all, but when I got back into the bedroom Allen was
already fast asleep and snoring gently. I really wanted to waken him up
and beg him for sex, but I knew that would only cause a fight and that
was the last thing I needed. I climbed into bed and tried to make myself
comfortable. I was trying to think of anything and everything to take my
mind off how horny I was. I lay on my side and was finally drifting off
to sleep, when I felt Allens big hairy arm reach over me and cup one of
boobs, his large rough hands rubbing my hyper sensitive puffy nipples.
The problem was though he was still snoring gently and I was now going
to have to endure his touch which was making me even more sexually
frustrated.
The following morning I was woken by the sound of Allen rushing around
the bathroom getting ready for work. I was desperate for some relief,
but Allen was already dressed and ready for work. I noticed a wet patch
in the bed caused by the over lubrication of my vagina. This was the
first time it had been this bad, and I really wasn't coping well. Only
for the fact I was going to see Matthew later that day I would have got
up and practically dragging Allen back to bed. Allen kissed me goodbye
and apologised for being so tired the previous evening and promised to
make it up to me when he got back. I sat up in the bed and lit a
cigarette, and tried to calm myself down. It was hard though as my mind
was fixated on Matthew and my whole body tingled as I thought about
having sex with him later. Just as i was thinking about Matthew, my
phone buzzed. I looked at the message and it was Matthew, telling me he
was looking forward to seeing me later. I messaged him back telling him
I couldn't wait either. A few minutes later I received another message
asking if I would help fulfil a sexual fantasy for him later. Without
thinking much about about it I messaged back saying "Yes of course, what
is it?".
I don't know what I was thinking he would want me to do, but when he
messaged again I found myself a little shocked, more so at my own
naivety.
"I have always fantasised about a threesome, if I get another woman to
join us will you be OK with that?"
As a guy I had often fantasised about having a threesome, but in those
fantasies I was the guy with two girls, not one of the women! I sat
there trying to get my head round what he was asking. On one hand I was
excited about getting to make out with a woman, but I knew deep down it
would be futile as I would just end up sexually frustrated. But the
thing that was troubling me about it was that I would have to share
Matthew, and I didn't really want to watch him with another woman. To my
own shock, I found myself getting jealous! I messaged him asking who the
other woman would be, and he said he didn't know, he would get a hooker
from an escort site online. I didn't know if this made me feel better
because at least he didn't know her or it was another of his
girlfriends, or worse because she was probably going to be gorgeous and
he would want her more than he would want me. But at that moment I was
so horny there was probably nothing I wouldn't have agreed to in order
get some relief.
I got up and went to have a have my shower. The warm water on my
sensitive skin was almost unbearable, and it was made worse when I was
soaping up my more sensitive areas like my breasts and vagina. I got out
to the shower and dried off, which was again difficult to do as my body
was so sensitive. I wrapped a towel around my myself and went to my
dresser. There was another message on my phone from Matthew saying he
found a girl to join us. I felt another surge of jealousy as I messages
back asking how old she was and what she looked like? Matthew texted
back but was vague in her description, saying only she had dark hair and
was 26. I was now getting panicky. If she was 26 that meant she was 22
years younger than me! Well, me in this body! And I was going to have to
compete with her for Matthews attention! What was I going to do? Dress
and behave like a total slut, or at least try and keep a shred of
dignity? Either way, I was at least going to have to make every effort
to look as good as I could for him.
I walked over to my closets to try and pick out an outfit. From my
underwear drawer I selected a black velvet balconette bra. I had chosen
it because it had a little padding at the front which would at least
hide my prominent nipples. It also had wide shoulder straps so was a
little more comfortable . I quickly put it on so I wouldnt have to
waddle around using an arm to hold my boobs still. I picked up a pair of
black French cut panties and put them on too before going to my wardrobe
to select an outfit. There was no shortage of options as there was rail
upon rail of dressed and skirts. I had decided to try and be a little
classy rather than dress in a slutty manner, but at the same time wanted
to appear as sexy as I could for Matthew. I was aware that with my pink
hair and nails it would clash with so many colours, so after about 20
minutes I settled for a black leather knee length pencil skirt, with a
pink short sleeved top with a deep V neck, which would show off a lot of
cleavage, and a pair of black patent high heels with a 6 inch heel and 1
inch platform at the front. I pulled my skirt on, struggling for a few
minutes to get it over my wide hips, as my long nails made it impossible
to grip it properly, but I finally got it on and zipped up at the back,
before pulling my pink top on over my head.
I spent the next hour and a half painstakingly applying my makeup the
best I could, before brushing out my hair which thankfully still looked
good after the previous days trip to the salon. My lips were again a
matte pink, and my eye makeup was heavier than normal, with winged
eyeliner and purple and pink eyeshadow, my super long lashes coated in
thick black mascara especially designed for fake lashes. When I had
finished i checked myself out in the mirror, and I had to admit, for a
48 year old woman, I looked pretty good. As a guy I definitely would
have described myself as a MILF, although now as I looked at myself I
had insecurities I never though possible. My boobs were far too big for
my frame. They didnt look fake or anything, and they werent
preposterously big to the extent I looked like a freak, but they were
far too big for my frame and their weight on my chest made it awkward to
do pretty much anything. I also felt my ass was far too wide as well,
and I hated being so short, something that I was going to try and
rectify as I picked up my heels and purse and went downstairs.
I didnt put my heels on until I was downstairs, I always found walking
downstairs in heels awkward, and with these heels being higher than my
normal ones, and the fact that my bra had pushed my breasts up and out
making it impossible to see over them as I looked down, I thought it
would be safer if I put them once I was downstairs. I set them on the
floor and stepped into them, immediately feeling my calves tighten and I
walked up and down to get accustomed to their height. I called a taxi
and waited nervously for it to arrive to take me to Matthews.
Twenty minutes later I found myself standing outside Matthews apartment
and pushed the buzzer on his intercom. Matthew answered and buzzed me
through, and I walked down the hall to his apartment door, the noise of
my heels echoing loudly on the tiled floor. He opened his apartment door
and hugged me, kissing me on the cheek. The second I felt his touch my
entire body tingled, and he pulled away I had to use every bit of my
willpower no to try and hang on to his arm. The escort he had found
online was already there sitting on the couch, and she stood up as I
entered and smiled kingly at me.
"This is Amber, and she's joining us today," said Matthew.
Amber stepped forward and we did an air kiss on each cheek. It all felt
a bit awkward. The first thing I noticed about Amber was how tall she
was. She was wearing heels, although they weren't super high, she
towered over me and must have been close to 6ft tall if she had been
barefoot. She has short dark hair cut in a bob, and has average sized
breasts that looked pert under her blue and white mini dress. In
contrast to me, she wore light makeup, with only mascara and lipgloss
being obvious.
I didnt really know what to say or do, or what anyone was expecting to
happen, but Matthew suggested that maybe Amber and I could start making
out and the we could all go to bed. I shifted my body weight from one
uncomfortable heel to another, and looked at Amber for some help as to
what to do next. Thankfully Amber made the first move, and came over and
bent down to kiss me gently on the lips. She was so much taller than me,
so kicked off her heels, and I was so embarrassed that even in my 6 inch
heels I was still considerably shorter than her when she was barefoot.
As we kissed I felt my lips slide easily against hers, my lipstick and
her lip gloss mixing together. It felt very different to kissing guys, I
was enjoying it, and Ambers hands made their way to my hips. She then
turned round and asked me to unzip her dress, and I obliged, as she
turned around and let it fall to the floor. She wasn't wearing any
panties, and we started kissing again, as she unhooked her bra and
lifted my hand up to her breasts. She handed me her bra. I noticed on
her label she was a 34C, and I found myself wishing I had breasts like
hers, before suddenly realising what I was I thinking. Did I really want
breasts like hers? No! I wanted no breasts at all, but I'd still much
rather have her boobs than mine. Amber then helped me remove my top, and
I stood there in my bra, feeling hugely embarrassed by my body compared
to her young fit and slim body. Amber didnt seen to mind though, as she
reached around and unhooked my bra, and cupped my breasts. She lifted
them gently before popping my right nipple into her mouth. It felt
wonderful and I gasped at the sensations it caused, but I was also
acutely aware that she wasn't going to be able to make me cum, and only
increase this unbearable horniness. Our warm bodies rubbed against each
other, and our naked breasts pushed against each others as we kissed. I
unzipped my skirt and wiggled out of it, while Amber put her two thumbs
in the waist band of my panties and pulled them down, and I stepped out
of them. We were now both naked with the exception of my heels and Amber
slid her hand down into my soaking wet pussy.
The sensation was almost too much for me and I felt me legs buckle under
me. She rubbed my clitoris with her fingers causing me to moan out load
before withdrawing them and licking them clean. She took my hand and we
followed Matthew to his bedroom. It was obvious he was already turned on
as his erection was tenting the front of his trousers. he quickly
stripped off and slid into bed, with Amber sliding in beside him, and I
followed her after I had kicked off my heels. Amber and Matthew were now
kissing and I felt a surge of jealousy as I tried to get involved, using
my long nails to stroke Matthews testicles, and massage his already rock
hard cock. But Amber was getting much more attention than me, and I
could hardly blame Matthew for choosing the younger and more agile
woman, but that didnt help me out and I tried to stay involved as much
as I could, but before long Matthew was fucking Amber and I was
relegated to onlooker as they had all the fun.
If I hadn't been so horny I would probably have got up and left them to
it, but I needed to stay, I needed to feel Matthews cock inside me and I
needed to orgasm. Going home without getting fucked was not an option.
When Matthew and Amber had finally finished, and Amber had moved aside,
I wasted no time to seize my chance. I started kissing Matthew all over.
I knew how much he liked it when i ran my nails round his body, and that
was one advantage I had over Amber as her nails were clipped short.
Matthew groaned as I climbed on top, grabbing his hot hard tool in my
hands and sliding it easily into my pussy which was almost dripping such
was the state of arousal.
I held on to his pecs as I rode him, moaning and groaning with each
thrust as i got closer to orgasm, my huge tits bouncing furiously and
painfully on my chest but I just didn't care. When Amber has cum, she
had let out a little groan of satisfaction, but my orgasm was so
powerful I was practically squealing with delight, and when the second
one hit moments later Im sure I must have sounded like the worlds
loudest porn star. When Matthew finally emptied his load into me, I fell
onto his chest, my huge soft boobs coming to rest on his firm hairy
chest, my arms on either side of him and kissed him deeply. My inner
Michael had long since left the building. As I lay there wondering why
Matthew made me feel so good the answer hit me like a thunderbolt. When
i was with him, I didn't feel like Michael. I felt like Janice. I felt,
well, I felt like a woman, and I wanted him to treat me like one.
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