Freaky Friday, The Porn Version

It was the end of a long, hard week, and sadly, like too many others, I had broken my ass all week and left with seeing how to make my paycheck get us to the next one. But we were young, and that is an all-too-familiar story. Being in our teens and already with a child wasn't helping, but it is what it is.

I knew it was no picnic for my wife, too, but it was a practically bad week for me, and I could use some head or sex without jumping through the hoops for once. It was after nine before we got the baby down for the night, and my wife wanted to watch a murder show that ran until ten. So with about fifteen minutes left, I jumped in the shower, not caring about who did it.

Lying there awake, it wasn't long before I heard the TV click off, but to my surprise and disappointment, my wife crawled into bed, leaving her panties on, which meant no sex. I was disappointed, to say the least, and a better me would have rolled over and gone to sleep. But no, "I hoped you would have showered too." (No doubt she knew what I meant by that)

"I had a bad week too, sorry."

I got that, but the " sorry " wasn't enough this time. We had a regrettable argument that ended with both wishing the other understood better. Needless to say, no sex happened. Both wished that the other could walk in their shoes for once.

I woke the next morning by the baby making a fuss, so I got up, stopping to pee first. The first life lesson I learn being married was to sit when I pee, it isn't all that bad, and I can't blame her for not wanting to clean up if I miss, and the first pee of the morning, especially after sex, there is a good chance of it.

The baby being so young, we didn't think anything of being naked around her. So I scooped her up, brought her to my check, and went to the changing station. While she cooed "Mommy"

"No, Honey, Daddy, I'm daddy." I changed her and placed her back in the crib while I got her a bottle, and with luck, she would go back to sleep again. On the way to the kitchen, I'm unsure why seeing my reflection in the mirror didn't instantly shock me. It wasn't until I searched the refrigerator for milk that I saw my breasts, or rather my wife's breasts.

Somehow, I kept it together long enough to give the baby her bottle. Then I returned to our bedroom, where I poked my wife. "Honey, wake up." Another push her bare ass, or rather mine, "Wake up!"

This brought on, "What the fuck dude, you're going to wake the babe." Making it worse, it was in my voice. She finally opened her eyes, "What the fuck, what did you do?"

"I didn't do shit; look at me!" (standing there in her naked body) I didn't know whether to credit the morning or my looks, but she was sporting one hell of a morning woody. And you can call it whatever you want, but I wasted no time.

I wrapped my mouth around it and started giving my wife the blow job I always hoped for. This brought on a quick, "What the fuck dude?" But that quickly turned into a moan of pleasure, and I hope I keep going. I kissed her cock from balls to tip, then the same path using my tongue this time. At one point, my left hand found my pussy, and I had a tiny erection myself, tugging at my clit as if it were my cock. Then, when she pressed my head downward, making me take her balls deep, I came all over myself.

A couple more minutes later, she warned of her ending. I took my mouth away, "Don't, not yet, wait," wanting to feel her inside of me. That paid quick dividends, and before she could come, I told her, "Now my ass."

"I'm not going to fuck my ass," she commented.

"Well, it's my ass now, isn't it?" With that, I took hold of her cock and aimed it upward. It burned at first, but that only lasted a short moment. From then on, it was nothing but pleasure, to the level I had ever known. Now, into it she rode me hard, then one last plunge as she pumped her seed deep inside of me. (Both agreeing how hot that was)

We fell back asleep, and I didn't bother to open my eyes when I woke again. I sent my hand downward, finding I was still in my wife's body. That woke my wife, too; she was just as disappointed as I was. We lay there trying to reverse it by our wishes and even prayers at one point. But whoever or whatever wasn't done with us, not yet anyways.

The only thing we could think of was playing it out, and hopefully, by the end of the weekend, things would be back to normal, or we would have a bigger problem. First, I was going to play golf with some buddies. I texted them saying I wasn't feeling myself and asking them to go on without me.

We went about our morning like usual, not really swapping roles until the doorbell rang. My friends came by to play poker instead. We had no choice but to take each other's place, as there was no way of explaining what happened.

I felt odd fetching them beers and feeling their eyes upon me, which provided some good insight if nothing else. On the plus side, my wife was a better poker player than I and had them cleaned out in under two hours. We were over a hundred bucks up and talked about going to dinner if her mom would watch the baby. Then my wife remembered, "Shit, I have lunch with the girls today."

This was news; I was sure she planned to spring on me when I returned home. It was hard to say no when I was doing the same thing, playing golf with my buddies. I will have to go in your stead," I replied. I could tell my wife wasn't happy about it, but that was how it had to be without a better suggestion.

Luckily, I knew the three girls rather well; better yet, all they seemed to want to talk about was sex, and that was my wheelhouse. One after another, they spilled about their sex lives, holding nothing back. Sadly, it was more the want for more or bigger or better, and the love and lust were lost in their relationships. Then came my turn, in unison, "So what have you been up to?" As if they knew my story would be different than theirs.

It was different, as well as it should be. I love sex and nothing is out of bounds, and it became clear this was what they were after. "Well, this morning we had anal." (not a lie) Each of their faces had a separate reaction, as did their comments. (Did it hurt? Said one. That's discussed by the other. Lastly, Debbie, lucky you.)

I answered them all in kind: "No, it felt fantastic. To each their own; you don't know what you're missing. Lastly, fuck yeah, I am lucky." I said I was a little sore, adding that some lube would fix that next time. And there will be a next time.

They went on asking me to repeat other sex acts in our past which were their personal favorites, and luckily for me again, I was there, even if not on the receiving end. So it went off without a hitch, and it was enlightening how the girls are even worse than we guys. We might say how we hit it last night, or even crushed it. But we don't offer a play-by-play like what happened between us girls that day.

The only misstep was when Debbie asked if I had a chance to ask him/me. I didn't know what that meant, so I played it safe and replied, " Not yet."

When I returned, my wife asked how it went; I'm sure she already had a good idea of the topic. She even admitted to masturbating because of being so excited. I gave her a shortened run-down, committing to what slut you all are. Ending all that with a big kiss. "Oh, by the way, what are you supposed to ask me, Debbie?" My wife turned white as a sheet, so I knew there was something big she was keeping from me.

It wasn't until later that night and after fucking all three of my openings that she confessed how Debbie wanted to join us in bed. Debbie was single, so there were no problems there, and I finally got it out of her to ask why she was so hesitant. "But what if she's better than I am?"

(Taking her in my arms) "Honey, you're my wife and the mother of my child. I love you, and that won't change no matter what. Yes, sometimes I wish you were more willing and adventurous, but I understand you have a lot on your plate, now more than ever.

That was like the dam breaker, and holy shit, what came from it. There was another side to my wife, one she feared to let out. I would have to add three pages to list everything she wanted, luckily, none were out of bounds with me. I had to figure out how to get her to drop her guard, and now I knew how. We were both worked up; it didn't matter who was in whose body; we had to have it, and we did so in every way possible. I lay there dipping my fingers in my newfound pussy, taking them to my mouth, and doing so seemed so natural to me. I saw what happened as a blessing or an opportunity for the first time.

Later that night, when I was alone, I took my wife's phone and called Debbie. We set up her coming to dinner the next night and plans for her staying the night. "I finally asked him." I kept it all to myself, but that fit the role of what she would have done with me. So when the doorbell rang the next day around five o'clock, my wife was the only one surprised. And with the baby staying at her mom's, nothing held us back.

Debbie kissed us both, something she only does when it is just the three of us. As usual, we played our part. If one cooks, the other cleans, and it was my wife's turn to cook, so I was busy taking her place in the kitchen while Debbie thought she was alone with my male body.

So I can't say what transpired between them, but at one point, Debbie came into the kitchen thinking I was my wife. There was another kiss, this time with tongue. And her excitement that it is finally going to happen. Then she added, "Those are some suckable boobies." (her eyes fixed upon me)

Not knowing how to react, I said with shock, "Debbie!"

"What, you always like it?"

I guess that was when I knew there was more there. "Well, not now. I'm busy." We ate dinner and played a few hands of Skippo, allowing our bodies to digest dinner somewhat. Then Debbie got up, leaving a path of her clothes on the way to the bathroom. I'm unsure how we got all three of us in the shower, but we did and were cleaned up in record time.

We made our way to the bed, my wife's hard-on pointing the way. Debbie and I got on each side, our lips passing over her cock like a cob of corn. With Debbie starting to bogart the cock, I moved up and kissed my wife, her stubble tickling, not taking the time to shave. She reached down and fiddled with my pussy like only she knew how, after all, it was hers and nobody knows it better. I quickly came and we shared the sweet nectar from her hand.

At that point Debbie stood on the bed hovering over my wife's throbbing cock, taking her hips in my hands, I spotted her as she lowered her body, surrounding it. Her balls pressed against Debbie's ass when Debbie began to rock, taking cock in and out of her smooth pussy.

As much as I enjoyed my new position, I longed to feel her hole. Visiting our nightstand, I pulled out the harness, quickly strapping it to my body. A thick coat of lube, then I pressed Debbie's body downward, chest to chest, and still working that cock. Aiming, "Now it's your lucky night, Debs." Before gently pressing my rubber cock into Debbie's ass.

My wife rang out, "Fuck, I can feel you, I can feel your cock in her ass."

Debbie: "Fuck, it feels fantastic." Then her request, "More, faster."

I tired easily, after all, I was in my wife's body. I moved to the side, working my wet pussy with another toy while my wife gave her the business. Per her request, my wife came in her mouth, and without a second thought, Debbie shared it with me. I imagine I tasted cum before, but never this intentionally, and I found it kinda exciting, especially with my wife egging us on in such a way.

The session went on for nearly another hour before we called it good. I woke between them and back in my body, a yummy ass to my left and another to my right. It was meaningless as I planned to have them both, and that was precisely what I did.

I was balls deep before the turn of the head confirmed it was Debbie, she did little more than reach around, drawing me closer/deeper. At some point, the odds are that my wife woke from shaking the bed. I could see the relief in her eyes to be back in her body again. Yet the excitement carried on no matter who was who; she got up and sat in the chair in the corner. From there, she watched with glee as I fucked her friend from behind.

Finally, I felt the warmth of Debbie's pussy firsthand, a thing I longed for. With that and the sight of my approving wife, who was busy feeding her pussy as she watched it all, became too much. I screamed "I'm going to" and before I could get out the word "Cum" I had already done so.

That was when an unexpected twist came about, my wife saying, "Eat her pussy, baby."

There was no gray area about what that would entail. But over the last couple of days, I had tasted my cum several times, and somehow this time it even seemed hotter. There was no hiding within a woman's body, my wife's or anybody else's. I was a man being sent to eat my cum from another woman. And that seemed like a fair exchange to me, which only got better.

As I lay between Debbie's legs searching for the last few droplets, I felt my wife, who had gathered up the harness, now demanding entry. The chill of lube and then the unforgiving plunge, my ass left with no option but to conform. This caused Debbie to come, giving me a fresh load to clean up. This one was sweet rather than salty, and was enjoyed equally.

The pounding of my wife's clit gave her the release she sought, falling to the side of Debbie and me with me in the middle. The two reached over me and slapped a high five, "We finally did it!" That was when it dawned on me that it was their plan, regardless of our mysterious change of bodies.

The whole thing is looked at as if a gift now, and our sex has never been better, and the same goes for our relationship with Debbie. Now, on a semi-regular basis, especially when the need for kink shows its nasty head. Now, a year later, we feel it is the time to let her know the truth of that first night, wish us luck.