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Amber left shortly afterwards, and as she put her clothes back on Matthew
went to show her out and probably pay her for her time. I lay in the bed
and waited on Matthew to return. I shifted myself on to my side and used
my small hands to manoeuvre my enormous breasts into a reasonably
comfortable position, although getting totally comfortable with breasts
this size on the small frame of my body was all but impossible. My nipples
were super sensitive and I pulled on them in a vain attempt to give me
some relief, but unfortunately and cruelly for me, it did little to help.
Matthew returned and got back into bed beside me, kissing my gently on my
lips.
"Thanks for doing this for me today Janice, it really meant a lot to me."
he said. I told him it was OK, I was happy to do it for him. I was so
conscious that he was much younger than I was in this body, and because of
the way he was able to pleasure me, I found myself thinking I would do
almost anything in order to keep him interested in me. We lay in bed for a
while chatting and kissing, Matthew, who was very funny and witty kept
making me laugh with his silly jokes and stories. I felt so comfortable
with him and enjoyed how he made me feel. He leaned over again and kissed
me again.
"You know Janice, your lips always look like you are puckering up for a
kiss, I love how you always have that sexy pout." I smiled at him and
pushed my body into his, my nipples rubbing against his hairy chest and
sending wonderful sensations through my body. I reached down under the
duvet and took Matthews hand, and lifted it onto my breast. Matthew got
the message straight away and as his rough hand ran across my puffy nipple
of my right breast i let out a gasp and groan. I moved from lying on my
side onto my back as Matthew continued to massage my breast, circling the
areola with his fingers. He continued doing this and then gathered up my
left breast, which had flopped down my arm, and put the nipple in his
mouth and started sucking gently, before tugging the nipple gently with
his teeth.
My breathing quickened as he continued sucking on my nipples, and i found
myself getting more and more turned on. Matthew went to straddle me and
start working my pussy.
"No. dont stop! dont stop!" I said breathlessly and moved his hand back to
my boob. The waves of pleasure that his touch was sending through my body
was like nothing I had ever felt before, they weren't quite orgasmic, but
it felt wonderful. For the first time since the swap I was enjoying having
breasts. I was actually more than enjoying it. I was loving it! Within a
few minutes, and much to my amazement, I felt the now familiar feeling
that I got before I orgasmed. My breathing had become frantic as Matthew
continued to suck and pull on my nipples and I heard little groans and
squeaks escape my lips as the waves of pleasure ran through my body. Even
though he hadn't penetrated me, my hips bucked as the orgasm arrived and I
screamed in delight at the feeling it gave me. Matthew stopped what he was
doing and looked at me with a puzzled expression on his face. "Have you
just orgasmed?" he asked.
"Yes!" I replied as I tried to regain my composure, which was difficult as
I caught my reflection in his wardrobe mirror, a sweaty mess of boobs and
pink and blonde hair was staring back at me.
"I didnt even think that was possible," replied Matthew with a smile.
"Neither did I!" I said as I pulled his face towards mine, my long pink
nails standing out in his dark hair, and kissed him. Matthew slid his hand
between my legs and I spread for him as he climbed on top and guided his
penis into me. No matter how many times I'd had sex since the swap, I
still couldn't get used to the feeling of having another guys cock inside
me, but this felt wonderful. My vagina was still ridiculously sensitive
despite my recent orgasm, and within about a minute I orgasmed again.
This seemed to spur Matthew on, and he increased his pace to the point
that the whole bed was shaking back and forward. My hands were pinned down
either side of my head by Matthews hands as he fucked me, which left me
helpless to try to stop my huge tits bouncing heavily and uncontrolled on
my chest. I would normally have used my hands to try and steady them, but
it was pointless to try and free them as Matthew was too strong and heavy,
and as well as that, I didnt want to interrupt his rhythm as he pumped me.
A few minutes later my whole body convulsed and I squealed in pleasure as
the most powerful orgasm I ever had rippled through my body, quickly
followed by two more as Matthew continued to pump me. Matthew finally
finished up as I felt him shoot his hot load deep inside me, and he
collapsed on top of me. He held me in his huge strong arms, kissing me
gently as my breathing finally returned to normal. I was absolutely
shattered!
We took turns in the shower, I went in first and I was still trying to get
my hair dried when Matthew emerged from the shower, dried off in a few
minutes, put on a pair of boxer shorts, jogging pants and a t-shirt, then
a pair of socks and running shoes. I was so envious he was dried and
dressed while I was standing there towel drying my long blonde and pink
hair. He kissed me gently on the way past, leaving me alone to get
dressed. I finally had my hair dried and brushed out, and got my underwear
on, spending a good few minutes trying to get my boobs to sit comfortably
in my balconette bra. I pulled on my skirt and top and carried my shoes
and my bag into the living room, where Matthew was sitting playing on his
Xbox. He put the controller down and came over to me, and pulled me close.
I could feel his hands on my huge ass, and without my heels on I felt so
small beside him.
"I really enjoyed today Janice," he said, and kissed me on my plump lips.
I smiled and told him how much I had enjoyed today as well.
"So what are we Janice?" he asked. "Are we friends, friends with benefits,
am I something more to you or just a casual fling?"
The question took me back somewhat, as it was the last thing I had been
thinking about, and I wasn't sure what to say. What I did know though, was
I really didn't want to lose him. The way he made me feel, the way he was
in bed, he was the only real highlight of my current miserable existence.
"What would you want us to be?" I asked, as I looked up into his eyes, and
I was suddenly very aware that this was the first time Matthew had seen me
without any makeup on and I was suddenly very paranoid he wouldn't fancy
me!
"Well, I know you are married, so that complicates things," said Matthew.
I looked down at the ring finger on my left hand, the symbols of my
current predicament there for all to see.
"I dont have any feelings towards him," I said, my voice suddenly seeming
very small. "I'm only with him because I've nowhere else to go, I have no
real job, i have no money of my own, I'm reliant on him for everything," I
suddenly felt emotional talking about it and I rubbed my eyes in an
attempt to stop any tears flowing. "But I really like you Matthew, you're
the best thing to happen to me in a long time," I continued, realising
what I was saying was actually true.
"So could we be boyfriend and girlfriend?" Matthew asked with a kind
smile. "I know you cant leave your husband, well, not yet anyway, but I'd
like to see a lot more of you, I really like you Janice," he continued. I
found myself smiling now, more through relief than anything else.
"Yes, i'd like that, I'd like that very much," I replied as I stood on the
tips of toes and tried to kiss him, although he still had to bend down
slightly so we could kiss. He wrapped his arms around me, and I could feel
his fingers tracing the outline of the back strap of my bra through my
top. I could feel myself getting wet again, but I needed to get ready to
go home. I reluctantly pulled myself away from Matthews embrace and told
him I needed to fix my makeup before I went home. Matthew went back to his
xbox while I sat at the dining table and took my makeup bag out, and
spread everything I needed across the table before starting to apply it.
Matthew glanced over from time to time, he had that look I remember I used
to have when women were putting on makeup, which was basically one of
total bewilderment as to what exactly I was doing.
I once again spent a lot of time getting my eye makeup right, as attempted
to create a smokey sultry look. When I finished applying the special
mascara to my extra long false lashes, which made them look even longer
and thicker, I took my bright pink lipstick out, and just after I removed
the little wand from the bottle I glanced over to Matthew who was now
engrossed in his game, chatting to his friends on his headset as he
played. I thought about the last time we had been together and how nice he
tasted when i gave him a blow job. My mouth was watering just thinking
about, and I thought rather than do my lipstick now and then ruin it, I
would give Matthew a little treat before I went home. I put my lipstick
down, and still barefoot, i padded over to Matthew and gave him a little
kiss, before rubbing his cock through his jogging pants. I could feel it
harden so I reached in and gently took it out, using my long nails to
stoke his shaft. Meanwhile Matthew was trying to retain his composure as i
smiled at him before taking him in my mouth. When ever I gave Allen
blowjobs, I absolutely hated it, and normally tried to get it over with as
quickly as possible by using my hands and trying to jerk him off at the
same time, but with Matthew I wanted to savour it, and took things as
slowly as I could. I gently sucked and licked him, but kept my hands away
from his cock. he tasted wonderful as I slid my puffy lips up and down his
length. I tried to make it last as long as I could, and on a couple of
occasions when I felt him tense up, I slowed everything down to stop him
from cumming. I savoured every second as I serviced him, my hands resting
on his thighs as my head bobbed up and down, my long hair hanging around
my face as I did so. Eventually he shot his load into my mouth, and I
clamped my lips around the head of his penis making sure every last drop
went into my mouth. I licked him clean as he groaned in ecstasy, before
gently kissing his cock and putting it gently back in his pants. My jaw
ached but it was worth the pain, as i stood up and hugged him.
"A special treat for my new boyfriend!" I whispered in his ear as I
stepped away from him. Any time I had blown Allen I couldn't wait to get
rid of the taste of him from my mouth, but I wanted this to last forever.
I cant even describe how wonderful it tasted, but it left me gagging for
more. I wiggled back over to the table, and finally put my lipstick on,
before standing up and stepping into my patent black heels. Even with its
platform toe, the extra inch it arched my foot was so much more
uncomfortable than the 4 inch heels that had become my norm. Matthew
paused his game and stood up and came over and help me tight.
"I wont kiss you, unless you want to taste tour own cum" I said to him
with a smile. He laughed and kissed my neck and hugged me tight, his touch
once again making me weak at the knees as my neck was so sensitive. We
said our goodbyes and as he showed me to the door hugged he from behind
and had a last fondle of my breasts before I opened the door and stepped
outside to where the taxi I had ordered waited to take me home.
Once home I took off my uncomfortable shoes, and picked up a pair of black
4 inch heels with a rounded toe. They were the shoes I typically wore
around the house as they were probably the most comfortable I had, and
carried them downstairs, before setting about doing all the housework that
was expected of me. I didnt bother putting the shoes on, I was enjoying
the brief comfort that it brought me to be barefoot, and to give my
burning calf muscles a break. I couldn't get Matthew out of my head
though, and as I stood there working through a pile of ironing I felt
myself getting wet again. Being addicted to sex was horrible. I had been
trying not to think of my old life as much any more as it just made me
sad, but as stood there ironing my skirts and blouses, and my husbands
shirts and pants, I cursed Mrs Harris for leaving me trapped in this body
and this life, as I stopped the ironing for a few seconds to stretch the
shoulder straps of my bra out to give me a few seconds of relief from
their constant digging into the soft flesh of my shoulders. I worked my
way through the ironing, before going into the back garden to have a
smoke. My mind was in turmoil following the days activities, but I now had
to brace myself for my husband coming home and spending the evening
pretending I loved him, a ritual that I was now unfortunately very used
to. I stubbed out my cigarette and went back inside, and fetched my
handbag to freshen up my lipstick. I slipped my feet into my heels,
immediately feeling my calves tighten and sat on the couch and waited for
Allen to come in from work.
When I heard his car pull up to the drive I stood up and went towards the
door, checking myself in the mirror, and tucked a loose strand of blonde
and pink hair behind an ear, and pulled down my tight pink top a little
more to show off a bit more of my huge cleavage. Even after the great sex
I had that afternoon with Matthew, my body still craved more and I knew my
panties were already sticky with my juices. Normally the cravings went
away after sex, but if anything my afternoon with Matthew had made it
worse. I greeted Allen with a hug and a kiss, my fresh lipstick smearing
his lips and i hugged him tight. I led him into the kitchen by his hand,
where I had his dinner waiting for him.
We had our usually small talk as we ate, and when we had finished i stood
up and cleared the table, loading the dirty plates into the dishwasher. I
could see Allen staring at my huge ass as i bent over from the reflection
in the window, and I turned round and wiggled towards him as he sat at the
table, pushing my cleavage right into his face. His stubble felt rough
against the smooth soft skin of my boobs, but it still felt nice. I held
his hands and asked him he fancied and early night. But for the second
night running Allen spurned my advances. My mind was going into overdrive.
What was wrong? Why was Allen suddenly not interested in me. In the whole
time since I found myself trapped in this horrible situation, He hadn't
once rejected me, and now it had happened twice in two days! My horniness
was so bad I was actually shaking. I couldn't understand how or why I was
like this, but I could think of nothing else but getting some sort of
relief. Allen got up and went to the living room, sat on the couch and
turned on the TV. I followed him and sat beside him, determined to get him
into the mood for sex, but he really wasn't interested, and pushed my hand
gently away when I tried to unzip his fly.
"Please Janice," he said. "I'm just too tired tonight, I just want to
relax."
I really couldn't understand what was going on. I felt upset and hurt, and
I was now getting desperate for some relief. I got off the couch and went
upstairs. I needed space to think about what was happening. I went into
the bathroom, hitched up my skirt, pulled down my sopping wet panties and
sat on the toilet. I was trying my best to keep the tears from coming, but
another side effect of this swap was that I was an emotional wreck. After
I relieved myself and wiped myself, I went into our bedroom to get ready
for bed. I sat at my vanity table and removed my makeup, and got
undressed. I let out a sigh of relief as I enjoyed the bliss of removing
my tight bra and stepped out of my uncomfortable heels. I sat on the bed
and wished that I was with Matthew again, feeling his wonderful touch,
then cursed myself for letting those thoughts enter my head as they made
this dreadful horniness worse.
I sat on the bed and lit a cigarette, enjoying the calming effect it had
on me, despite the fact I still hated that I was hooked to the disgusting
habit. I finished the cigarette and walked across to my wardrobe and
opened a drawer that I has never used before. It was a drawer that was
full of raunchy lingerie that Mrs Harris had accumulated over the years. I
took a deep breath and started looking through it, feeling like an
intruder as I removed silky basques, babydoll nighties, bustiers and
chemises. I needed to try and turn Allen on, and this was my last resort.
I was going to have to dress in humiliating lingerie in a bid to try and
arouse a 50 year old man enough so that he would fuck me. I looked through
the collection trying to find something that would at least offer some
support to my breasts, finally settling on a basque with black and pink
lace, underwired cups and a lace front panel, which pushed my boobs up
creating a huge cleavage. It had soft mesh side inserts and the
elasticated waist clung to my curves. I put it on and then attached some
black seamed stockings to the suspender straps, which took a lot longer
than it should have as I struggled with the combination of my long
impractical nails making it difficult to get the stockings attached to the
clips, and my huge tits which managed to simultaneously get in the way and
obstruct my view of what I was doing. I slipped my feet into a pair of
four inch pointed toe patent black stilettos and lay on the bed and waited
on Allen. I was tempted to go downstairs to him, but I knew he was
watching basketball on TV so I figured waiting here would give me the best
chance. As I waited my mind wandered again to the afternoon I had with
Matthew. I stood up and walked to the mirror, grabbed my phone and took a
few pictures, selecting the best one and sending it to Matthew. I really
needed to keep him keen, no matter how much the thought of being his
"girlfriend" humiliated me.
About an hour later I heard Allen coming up the stairs. I arranged myself
on he bed on what I hoped was a sexy pose, hoping that Allen would be
aroused enough to want to fuck me.
"Hi Honey!" I purred at him as he came through the door. I got off the bed
and walked over to him, wrapping my arms around his neck and reaching up
to kiss him on the mouth, which, even in my heels, meant having to get on
my very tip of my toes. Although he didn't exactly turn me away, he still
was nowhere near as enthusiastic as I would have liked. I reached down and
undid his fly, reaching inside to take out his only semi hard cock, being
careful not to scratch him with my nails. I needed to get him hard. I
dropped to my knees and started to suck on him. Normally he would have
been rock hard as soon as I put him in my mouth, and although I could feel
him beginning to stiffen, he still wasn't fully erect. I tried to ignore
the disgusting taste of his cock, as I licked and gently sucked on the
head of his penis. I undid his belt and dropped his trousers, and used my
long nails to gently stroke his shaft and balls. Using my nails like this
was something that Allen always responded to, in fact it was probably the
only practical use for these awful talons that adorned my fingers and made
pretty much every single simple task harder than it needed to be. "Janice,
please, I told you earlier, I'm too tired for this right now, I just need
sleep!"
But I wasn't to be deterred, I closed my eyes and tried to think of the
end game rather than what i was doing. I needed to cum, and right now
Allen was the only person who could make that happen. But unfortunately
for me Allen had other ideas, he gently pushed my head back, and stepped
away as I reached out to him.
"Allen!" I cried at him in a voice that sounded pathetic and made me
cringe. "Please, I have needs too!" Allen starting taking off his shirt
and walking towards the bathroom to brush his teeth and get ready for bed.
"Look Janice, I'm sorry, but I'm exhausted, I've been working long hours
all week and i just need some sleep, I'll make it up to you soon," he said
as he walked into the bathroom and shut the door.
I caught sight of my self in the wardrobe mirror. My long, pink streaked
blonde hair hung over my face, the face staring back of me that of a
desperate 48 year old women on her knees who had just been rejected after
begging her husband for sex. I felt utterly humiliated at the sight of me,
the way I looked, the way I dressed. I got off my knees and sat on the the
bed, reaching down and took the black stilettos off my feet. I held them
in my hand, my long pink nails in stark contrast to the shiny black heels,
both an unwelcome reminder of my current predicament. I felt the tears
coming as I unclipped my stockings and rolled them down my smooth legs,
and found myself looking at the cellulite and stretch marks on my thighs
and ass. It was bad enough that I was facing living the rest of my life as
a woman, but living it as a woman 30 years older me was really hard to
take. I took the basque off, having to hold an arm across my boobs and
wriggle a little to slide it over my wide hips and climbed into bed. I
could actually feel my pussy pulsing I was so frustratingly horny, but
there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. My natural reaction was
to try and bring myself to orgasm, but i knew this would only make the
feeling worse. I tried to get myself into comfortable position, but being
comfortable was not something that was easy to do, especially with my huge
heavy breasts flopping around. I had tried in the past wearing a bra to
bed, but that was someone how even worse.
Allen slipped in beside me, and although I was lying on my side with my
back to him, I could feel him move across the bed to spoon me. That really
didn't help my situation, the feeling of his hands on my sensitive body
was making my hellish situation worse, but I just lay there with my eyes
closed tight trying t think of happier times.
"Im sorry Janice, but I promise I'll make it up to you. You did look
really sexy though," Allen said as he pushed my hair aside and gently
kissed the back of my neck. I didn't even want to speak to him, and Allen
sensed I was upset.
"I love you Janice," he whispered in my ear. "Hey, do you still have that
sexy French maid outfit? Maybe you could wear it for me tomorrow and we
can have some fun," I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Did he want me
to dress up for him? The thought of wearing a maids outfit repulsed me,
but at that moment I was so horny there was very little I wouldn't have
lowered myself to in order to get a fuck. I has closets absolutely full of
clothes, but I'd never seen a maids outfit and I was sure I would have
noticed it if had.
"I'll try and find it tomorrow," I said, trying my best not to sound upset
or angry. That seemed to satisfy him, and within minutes he was snoring
gently, although he was still spooning me, and had fallen asleep with his
arm round me and his hand cupping one of my boobs. I gently lifted his
hand off me, as the sensation of his rough hand on my supersensitive
bullet hard nipple was driving me mad. I closed my eyes, trying to shut
out how awful my situation was and how horny I was, by thinking of happier
times when I was in my own body, when life was so much easier.
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