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His powerful, muscular body pressed my voluptuous curves into the
mattress. In perfect rhythm, he thrust his vast, rock-hard cock in and
out of my glistening pussy. He'd started slowly, entering me with only a
portion of his dick repeatedly, the huge, bulbous head producing the most
pleasure. Gradually, he increased the depth and power of this assaults on
my delicate flower. "Oh Robert!" I cried as my French-manicured nails dug
into his back, encouraging him to fuck me harder and faster. Looking
down, seeing my weighty tits, with large erect nipples, jiggle with each
thrust turned me on immeasurably. I absolutely adore being a woman and I
wouldn't change it for the world! "I love you, Robert!" I shriek from the
bottom of my heart. "And, I love you, Jane," he responds before lowering
his head to engage in some intense, passionate French kissing. I can feel
the pressure building and know he is reaching his climax. This is my
favourite part of sex! I love to see my husband satisfied and I really
love to feel his seed gushing inside me. I feel my husband's body tense
as he shoots stream after stream of cum inside of me - he's such a heavy
cummer! He collapses on top of me as we continue kissing in a warm,
sweaty embrace.
It's been a year since my life was turned upside down. A year since Jane
had entered my life and manipulated me into literally trading places with
her. She used drugs to make me suggestable and slowly but surely dragged
me into becoming her. She even misled me into surgical procedures which
involved a transplant of my reproductive organs into her and hers into
me. She told me she did it for my benefit, but I seriously doubt that.
Believing she was helping me was the only way she could justify what she
did. This would be considered a horror story by any sane person with any
semblance of empathy, but you know what? I'm so happy she did it! My life
has never been happier and more fulfilled. I love being a housewife and
mother to three wonderful, adult children. I love not having the
anxieties of a day job, bills and making decisions. I love tending to my
husband's needs and truly get a kick out of pleasing him in every way!
After I had left the medical facility, Robert had cared for me at home,
during my recovery. As such a thorough and efficient man, he had taken
care of all the necessary admin, with some help from the new Mark. Our
documents had all been exchanged, our phones and passwords swapped and
medication taken care of. Robert had ensured that the new Mark received a
lump sum to make his new life as easy as possible, which I was not averse
to. I would have not wished my dead-end job and joyless life on my worst
enemy!
I was to continue taking HRT, which the old Jane was already taking due
to her being menopausal. My oestrogen levels were regularly tested by my
doctor and the medication adjusted accordingly. Over time, the effects
became apparent: my hips widened slightly, my hair regrowth slowed (also
helped be regular laser hair removal), my skin softened, my breasts grew
slightly larger, areola and nipple size increased and there was even some
lactation. I had now fully grown out the hair on my head so I could throw
away the wigs. The strange thing was, after a couple of months, I
experienced severe abdominal cramps, followed by spotting of blood in my
panties. Robert quickly whisked me away to a specialist, who, upon a
series of tests and examinations, determined that, unexpectedly,
ovulation had resumed in my body and I was not menopausal. He explained
that it was shocking and currently unexplainable, but I was in a very
unique situation. Robert and I had talked long and hard about my
unforeseen fertility and he was happy to accommodate my desire to have a
child. We have been trying to get pregnant ever since.
It's been so hectic, getting to know my new life but not as difficult as
I had imagined. As it wasn't long since the old Jane had her breakdown
and suicide attempt, many of my friends have just assumed that I had
emerged from a deep depression, like a phoenix rising from the flames,
and was well on the road to recovery. Many even commented on how much
more they enjoy my company than ever before. I'm apparently,
understandably, much more into girly things than the old Jane and they
all adore my company. Even my children have expressed how much they feel
our relationship has improved. My eldest daughter, Joanne, loves to spend
Friday evenings with me, drinking wine and chatting for hours on end. My
youngest, Sarah, loves "mummy and daughter shopping trips", I hope it's
not just because she gets free outfits paid for by the bank of Mum & Dad!
My middle-child, Brandon, lives in Europe, managing a successful business
so I've not had time to get to know him, yet, but we have had a few
pleasant phone calls and he just seems happy that I'm not longer
depressed.
Despite the fact that the love between myself and Robert burns brightly,
and our sex life is wonderful, I have to accept that he is indeed a
highly-sexed man with an adventurous side. As I already knew, Jane and
Robert had been swingers for years and it was something that Robert
thoroughly enjoyed. He not only enjoys other women, but he would like to
see me with other men and possibly women too. Robert had suggested that
maybe we could try meeting another couple from the swinging website. It
took some contemplation, but, eventually, I came to see how a loving
couple could enjoy the swinging lifestyle whilst maintaining a healthy
love.
We had arranged to meet a couple in their early 40s at our place,
tonight. Robert had shown me their profile and I liked what I saw. The
male - Greg - was 41 years old, 6'4", well-built and hung, Caucasian with
brown hair. His wife - Sandra - was 40 years old, 5'6", very curvy with
40 DD boobs and a large bum. She was mixed-race and had gorgeous loose
afro curls and coffee coloured skin. Like Robert, Greg was a dominant man
and like me, Sandra was a submissive woman. I was incredibly nervous when
the doorbell rang. I opened the door and greeted the couple, wearing a
little black dress that barely reached my thighs, never mind covered my
stocking tops and a pair of 4" heels. My boobs were spilling out of the
low-cut dress, and I loved Greg's reaction when he saw me. I think he
went from soft to hard in less than 3 seconds! Sandra looked equally
divine in a figure-hugging red dress and heels.
Once we had gotten to know each other over a couple of bottles of red
wine, in front of the roaring fire, Robert suggested it was time to
become more familiar. "I think it's time you girls got to know each other
more intimately." He winked. Sandra didn't need any encouragement as she
moved towards me eagerly. We began to kiss softly, like only two of the
most feminine creatures could. Our fingertips gently teasing and stroking
the areas of exposed skin. I could already feel myself getting wet. It
wasn't long before we were both there kissing passionately, suckling on
the nipples of our huge, exposed boobs. We were completely engrossed in
each other. So engrossed that we hadn't even noticed that both men stood
beside us, wanking their impressive cocks. Sandra nudged me and drew my
attention to what awaited us.
In synchronicity, we both dropped to our knees before our husbands,
hungrily grabbing their massive tools. I knew how Robert liked to be
treated so I began to wank him, pulling his foreskin back and forth. I
loved how it made his huge, heavy balls sway. I lifted them and took one
in my mouth, knowing it drives him crazy. I sucked his cock like it was
the last time I would ever see one, doing a better job than I know the
old Jane could have ever managed.
After a while, Greg made a suggestion, "Would you mind if the ladies
swapped places, Robert?" Robert grinned and replied, "Of course not!"
Sandra and I positioned ourselves in front of the other's husband and
continued to please them. I ravenously began bobbing up and down on
Greg's big cock, sucking, spluttering, and moaning. "Mmmmm, she's a
greedy girl, Robert!" he enthused. "Oh yes, just the way I like 'em,"
Robert laughed. I licked up and down his lengthy shaft, paying close
attention to the spot at the base of the head, which made Greg wriggle in
ecstasy. It wasn't long until he couldn't take any more. "You need to
stop before I cum, sexy!" he alerted me. Robert laughed and then gave
instruction, "I want the two of you, on your knees, waiting for us on the
bed!" We didn't need to be told twice.
As Sandra and I waited for the men to put on their protection, we
occasionally kissed and touched each other's breasts, giggling like two
minxes, who loved nothing more than being desired by our men. Then,
suddenly, I felt two warm hands placed on my ample rear, before feeling
something large and hard sliding into my soaking, wanting pussy. He
started hard and fast, like a wild animal, unable to contain its sexual
yearning. It felt great and was perfect in this scenario where four
individuals gave in to their raw, carnal lust. Soon I hear Sandra moan,
"Oh yes, Greg, fuck that bitch hard!" I hadn't realised it was Greg
inside me and Robert inside Sandra. This made the hard and fast fuck even
better as I knew this wasn't love making now, it was just for pleasure. I
knew Greg wouldn't be able to last long at this pace, it wouldn't be like
the long, drawn-out love-making sessions that I have with Robert.
Abruptly, I felt Greg's body begin to tense, before he called out, "I'm
cumming!" This was clearly driving Sandra wild! She screamed, "Yes honey,
fill her belly with your seed!", and he obliged. The feel of him cumming
was lovely, although not as nice as it feels without a condom.
Not long after, Robert pulled out of Sandra and beckoned for us both to
kneel before him, at the same time as removing his condom. Like two
obedient sluts, we waited. I licked his balls while Sandra wanked his
cock. Then, Robert grabbed hold of his tool and, with after a few more
strokes, began spraying both of us with vast amounts of his hot cum.
Robert always shoots in a large amount and a considerable distance when
he's very turned on, and this was one of those times. He coated both of
us in his hot sticky fluid as we knelt there with our mouths wide open.
When he was empty, Sandra and I kissed, stroked and groped for a while,
loving the feeling of the sticky cum on our bodies.
At the end of a most enjoyable session and cleaning ourselves up, it was
time for our new friends to leave. Before they did, Greg handed Robert a
card, a business card, I assume. We said our goodbyes and headed to bed
where Robert and I slept soundly, looking like a typical, innocent,
middle-aged couple.
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