The conversation throughout the night had led my wife and I towards a rabbit hole of fantasies and other sexual topics. I had always wondered what sex felt like for a woman. I wondered how slutty I might be if I was born female. I told her how I would likely dress provocatively, letting my nipples show through my tops, flash people up my skirt as if it was an accident. Something about a woman with the confidence and desire to expose her body was so sexy to me.

“It’s not like that, babe, it’s just interesting to wonder what sex feels like for you. Like how it feels to have someone inside you, and shit like that,” I said to my wife, as we finished our last glass of wine for the night.

“Well, you will never know,” my wife chuckled, “But having your cock in my pussy is my favorite thing in the world, babe. Maybe I should start acting a bit sluttier, but careful what you wish for,” she laughed.

“I think you have an incredible ass, your tits are perfection, and that pussy, fuck, if I was in your body, I would never wear panties,” I said, hugging her tightly as I kissed her forehead.

“Careful what you encourage me to do now, I am not sure you want me flashing my boobs or pussy to your friends when they come over,” she teased, but my cock twitched at the idea.

I wanted to have sex, especially after the conversation we had just had, but I understood that she needed to get up early to drive a few hours for her meeting tomorrow.

I woke up the next morning feeling very different, I couldn’t quite explain it. It wasn’t quite a hangover from the wine last night, but I felt a fog, as I went about my morning routine of flipping through my phone, checking texts and emails until I had enough energy to drag myself out of bed. My wife had woken up late and rushed out of the house before I woke up.

I heard my phone going off as I walked to the bathroom and figured I would check it once I brushed my teeth. I know I was half asleep still, but I looked into the mirror in complete confusion. I was looking at a reflection of my wife, in the same shirt and thong she had gone to sleep in.

I glanced down, ‘What the fuck,’ I thought to myself, as I saw my wife’s nipples slightly showing through the thin fabric of the shirt. I shook my head, trying to snap myself out of it, but the view remained the same. I quickly ran to my phone, scared, confused, and in discomfort as my boobs bounced freely.

I had a few missed calls from my wife and a chain of text messages from her;

Call me right now!

What the fuck is going on?

Can this be real?

IM IN YOUR FUCKING BODY!

I immediately called her, sensing the panic in her voice as we realized that for some unexplainable reason, our bodies had swapped. She was in another city to meet a client, which she obviously canceled last minute.

After hanging up, I couldn’t help but stare in the mirror, wondering, ‘How long this was going to last, was this going to be life forever, damn she has a great body.'

My panic took over again, realizing the gravity of the situation and I did what I always do. I sent a text to my best friend Alex, ‘Hey man, something happened with Ali and I last night, any chance you can come by to try and help me figure this shit out.’

He quickly replied, ‘Bro, did you guys split up? I hope not, but I am on my way there now man.’

I assured him that we had not broken up, but that the situation was much weirder than that.

“What the fuck,” I said aloud as I looked in the mirror again. I couldn’t help but laugh to myself, ‘Damn, I even have her voice,’ I thought, the voice in my head remained my own.

My hands slowly reached under the shirt, feeling my nipples stiffen as I teased them. It felt incredible, something I had never felt before, as my own hand played with my boobs, enjoying every new sensation. I looked in the mirror, my black lace thong exposed as my hand held my shirt up. I looked at the reflection, my eyes locked on my wife’s eyes, as my hand slowly made its way down. I felt turned on, watching my wife in the mirror, slipping her hand into her thong, and feeling herself up. I gasped, hearing my wife’s sexy moan, as my fingers rubbed on her clit, feeling the moisture build-up as my fingers rubbed circles over her clit, this was so confusing, but I was going to make the best of it.

I walked over to her closet, looking over her clothes. I opened her panty drawer, instantly becoming mindful of how the thong I had on, slipped between my ass in a way that felt surprisingly nice. I reached for the thong, slipped it off and quickly tossed my shirt. I played with my nipples in one hand, as I sorted through her panties.

‘I fucking love this thong,’ I thought to myself as I picked up her light pink see-through thong. It was tiny and her pussy was very visible through the flimsy material. I smiled to myself as I put it on, pulling it tight over my pussy.

I shifted towards her hanging skirts, and picked out my favorite black skirt. With the right movement, her ass and panties would come to view, and I enjoyed those brief moments. It felt sexy to dress up in this outfit. I love checking her out in this same outfit, when she wears it for me. As I grabbed her white crop top, I heard a car door slam outside. ‘Fuck, that's right, Alex was on his way.’ I thought, as I quickly put the top on and ran to the door. As soon as he knocked, I opened the door, forgetting who I was and how I was dressed, for a brief moment.

His eyes locked onto me, looking down at my chest. I could feel my nipples were stiff already, and the reality sunk back in. He fought back a smile, saying, “Uh, Ryan said he needed help with something.”

I couldn’t help but smile, “You are a good friend man,” I responded in her girly voice, “Come in.”

He followed me in and I caught him checking out my ass in the skirt, as I turned back to face him.

“Dude, don’t do that,” I said.

“I’m so sorry,” he answered, nervously looking around for me.

I sighed, preparing myself, “I don’t know how to fucking say this,” his face turned serious, “It’s me, I am Ryan.”

He looked on in confusion, trying to understand the joke, “What do you mean, it's you?”

“I don’t know what the fuck happened, man, but I woke up in Ali’s body today,” I said lifting both arms as if to display my body, “It’s me.”

He started cracking up, but not before looking at my breasts, focusing on Ali’s hard nipples.

“Dude,” I said in frustration, “8th grade, you cried after Monica dumped you.” His face reflected his shock. “On your bachelor party, you were fucked up and told me how you fucked Monica for a couple months until you found out she had been dating your brother the whole time,” I added, causing him to gasp.

“Either Ryan sucks at keeping secrets, or you are being serious,” he said, analyzing me, or checking out my body.

“The skirt looks good on you bro,” he laughed.

I smiled, “Don’t fucking judge me.” I shoved him, not having the same effect as it normally does. “I just wanted to see her body, in outfits that turn me on,” I reasoned, “I might as well make the best of a weird situation.”

He kept openly checking me out and it felt weird but I understood why he felt so comfortable. I instantly felt happy that I called him, at the very least, it would distract me from the serious situation I was in.

“No bra huh,” he pointed out and I quickly covered my boobs, feeling my stiff nipples under my palms.

“You can’t deny she looks good braless,” I said, feeling awkwardly comfortable with this situation right away. “Don’t answer that,” I said giggling, “Want a beer or whisky while you are here?”

“Sure,” he said smiling, as we made our way to the kitchen, where I prepared us two whiskies on the rocks. “Dude, you keep checking me out,” I commented as I handed him the drink, “It’s fucking weird.”

“Do you blame me,” he asked, “I mean look at you,” he laughed. “It feels weird, but it’s not like I’m checking you out. Not my fault your wife is a hottie,” he said nonchalantly.

“Thanks,” I said confused, “I think,” taking a sip of my drink.

“So what are we going to do about this,” he asked, as we made our way over to the couch in our living room.

“Bro, I have no idea,” I said sitting next to him, propping one leg up on the couch as I normally do, my body facing him. My skirt rode up just a little, but I was new to this and I didn’t realize how much leg was showing.

His eyes darted down to my skirt and he laughed, “I imagine you are free-balling then.”

I looked down, noticing her legs were showing, but the skirt hid the thong that was pressing into my ass.

I chuckled, “No, actually,” I paused before answering honestly, “I was messing around with some of the thongs I like seeing her in. It uh, oddly feels nice, if I’m being honest.”

He leaned his head down, trying to get a peek.

“Dude, what the fuck,” I said, as I covered between my legs with my hand, “It’s still my wife we are talking about." I laughed.

“This is so weird man,” he said. It was hard not to agree with him.

“I know man. I am contemplating using one of her dildos later, just to see what it feels like for a woman,” I admitted without giving the oddity of that statement much thought.

“I have to see this,” he quickly replied, “It’s not like she would know.”

I felt myself growing wet, my nipples pressed onto the shirt in reaction to his comment. ‘He wants to see my wife play with herself,’ I thought, and the idea turned me on.

“I can’t just show you all of my wife, dude,” I said, after a brief silence. My body betrayed me, as the thought of showing off was exciting, my nipples pressed against the thin crop top.

“It’s just like us going to a strip club, none of our wives ever find out about those nights,” he laughed. “Just dance for me, Ali, you know you want to,” he added, his hand reaching up to my nipple, playfully pinching it.

I laughed, feeling weird that he called me Ali, and confused by how nice his pinch felt.

“Dude, no, you can’t just do that. Even if it’s just me, or whatever,” I said, reacting to his pinch, as my hand rubbed my nipple over my shirt for longer than necessary. “You wouldn’t even be able to handle her,” I joked, my rubbing turning into pushing my boobs together in a teasing manner.

He simply smiled, “Damn, do that again,” he adjusted his crotch as he stared at my boobs.

I laughed at his comment, ignoring it, as I got off the couch, “Need another drink,” I asked, having had finished mine.

He handed me the glass and I walked to the bar, noticing again that he checked out my ass. “I shouldn’t have put this damn bottle back in the bottom shelf,” I playfully said, bending down, while keeping my knees straight, and flashing him Ali’s ass. His eyes shot open as he drooled over the view, noticing Ali’s ass, her light pink thong wedged deep between her cheeks. I stood up laughing, pouring us fresh drinks.

“Hot thong,” he said smiling, reaching towards me for his drink, and adjusting himself again.

“Careful you don’t cum on my couch now,” I said giggling as I playfully lifted my crop top, flashing him my under-boob, before sitting back down.

“Bro, come on,” he said with a grin, “Do it for me. Just a quick little flash.”

I felt an odd comfort with him, maybe it was the drinks, or maybe it was our lasting friendship, but I stood in front of him and lifted my crop top enough so one boob slipped out underneath, flashing him my wife’s hard nipple. Exposing her like that made me grow wet. It was the same excitement I would feel if I was getting hard, but somehow different, nothing was growing between my legs as it normally does.

I couldn’t say the same for Alex, as I heard him gasp and grip his bulge, with a smile on his face. “Dude, she has perfect nipples,” he said, as I kept her boob exposed.

I looked down at my breasts, admiring her body, wondering if she ever looked at herself this appreciatively. “She really does man,” I said, still looking down and pulling the shirt higher so both came into view. I grabbed both her boobs, rolling my finger over her nipples, lost in the eroticism. “Yes,” he exclaimed, as he reached for his phone and pointed it at me.

“No,” I shouted, “You can’t just have pictures of her like this man,” my hands were still over my boobs, covering my nipples.

“I mean, it’s not like I am going to show her,” he reasoned.

I rolled my eyes, as I thought for a brief second, “Only you and I get to see these, OK,” I asked, still holding my boobs, waiting for him to agree.

“You know you can trust me with this, man,” his smile widened from ear to ear as my hands slipped away. “Fuck, fine,” I said, posing for him as I lifted my shirt, holding my boobs, and then rolled my fingers over my nipples.

“Her tits are perfection, man,” he commented, as he inspected every inch, getting slightly closer. “Can I,” he asked, his hand raising up, ready to grab them.

“Uh, huh,” I practically whimpered, stepping a little closer and feeling his hands explore her breasts. His fingers rolled over her nipple, causing me to gasp. I just stood there, letting him feel me up, smiling as he snapped a picture of his hand on one boob.

“It’s going to be weird to see these later,” I said, watching him adjust his crotch again. He was growing hard, and it was weird to see it, but I also understood why. I myself was, well wet.

“Let’s take a selfie,” he suggested, pulling my hand towards him, for me to sit on his lap.

I was standing between his open legs, “Bro, you are clearly hard. I am not sitting on your lap,” I giggled.

It felt weird hearing her voice when I spoke out loud, and that giggle, admittedly sounded kind of sexy.

“It’s not you, man. It’s Ali sitting on my lap,” he said, looking up towards me.

I grunted in frustration, “This is too much,” my body crouching down, despite my words of reluctance. My skirt rode up as I bent, my bare ass pressing on his shorts, feeling more than I felt comfortable with. “Bro, you are super hard,” I said, settling on his lap.

I held my shirt up for the picture and he smiled, pressing the side of his face against the side of her boobs, as he clicked away. I felt him throb under my ass, at the same time that his face turned, taking a nipple between his lips.

I gasped, as he commented, “They are so delicious.”

I didn’t move from his lap as he did this. It was turning me on, just as much as it was turning him on. I let his mouth explore her nipples, as his hands caressed the other. I felt them throbbing, and could feel the electricity shoot straight to her pussy.

“Fuck,” I practically moaned, “That feels awkwardly good,” my ass adjusting again on his lap, feeling his erection press against her.

I shifted off his lap, confused by how turned on it was all making me. It was the image of her doing these things that got to me. I diverted the attention, “Here let’s try a picture like this,” I suggested, shifting off his lap, further away from him, as he followed my moves with the camera. My thong was now exposed because of the angle I was in. His eyes darted between my legs, seeing the transparent pink thong for the first time.

He snapped pictures of me, as I slowly took off the shirt, allowing him to get a few pictures of the action. “Take it off girl,” he commented with excitement, “These pictures are hot.”

“Again, no one but you and I can see these, okay,” I reiterated, as I leaned back on the couch, parting my legs, my skirt falling between my legs, covering up my thong. “Do you want to see her pussy.” I asked.

His eyes shot open in shock, as I slowly lifted my skirt. “Oh fuck,” he gasped, “She has a landing strip.”

I looked down between my legs, admiring her sexy landing strip, as he clicked away, “Yeah, I love it,” my fingers traced over my thong, feeling her mound.

The skirt fell on one side, blocking his view, as I started feeling up her pussy over her thong. I felt his hand reach for the skirt, his finger purposely grazing her thong, before he moved the skirt back up and out of the way.

“What a hot pussy,” he whispered.

“Thanks,” I smiled, noticing his erection pushing straight out, tenting his shorts, as he continued to take pictures. He didn’t even bother hiding it.

“Um, would you,” I paused. Unsure if I should continue, I managed, “Would you want to take her skirt off. It’s not like you will ever get that opportunity again,” I giggled.

He put the phone down, grinning as he reached forward, his hands caressing up my thigh, causing my skin to fill with goosebumps. I fought back moans as his knuckles pressed against my clit, reaching for the elastic of the skirt and pulling it down. I raised my ass off the couch, making it easier for him.

He let it fall to the floor as I laid back, legs parted again. “Slip your hand into her thong,” he suggested, as he picked up his phone. I did as he said, feeling my hand slip under the top elastic of the thong. “These look so good, man,” he commented, looking at the image on his phone.

He adjusted his erection as it was trying to rip straight through his shorts, my eyes, for some reason, locked in on it. I instinctively pushed two fingers into my pussy as I looked. He was gripping the tip through his shorts in frustration, briefly stimulating it as he stared at my pussy.

“Um, dude,” he paused nervously, “You can say no, but, would you sit facing me between my legs to maybe get a picture of my crotch near her, um. Near her thong.”

I looked at him questioningly.

“It’s not like it’s going to be touching my, uh, situation,” he laughed.

The idea of being able to see that picture of my wife, after this is all done, was kind of erotic. I thought briefly, wondering if I should do this, before I sat upright, getting up off the couch.

“Just for this picture though, man,” I said, my legs parting around his, as he brought his thighs closer together. I looked down at his erection through his shorts, and I eased my body down on him, keeping Ali’s pussy far enough away from his cock.

He stared at her pussy as I sat, and my legs split open as he took a picture. “I am going to enjoy reviewing these so much, man,” he admitted.

“Let me see it,” I asked, not realizing I was looking down at his erection.

“Really,” he asked excitedly, reaching for the elastic of his shorts. “The picture, you idiot,” I quickly said, causing him to turn red. I looked over the picture, as he held the phone in his hands. I stayed on his lap as I analyzed it, zooming into her pussy, his erection so close, “I have to admit, this does look pretty hot,” I giggled in her voice.

“Here, try again,” I said, handing him back the phone, already opened to the camera.

I leaned back a bit, sliding my fingers to the side of the thong. He pointed the phone between my legs, as I pulled the thong to the side, exposing Ali’s pussy, wet and aching, as he snapped a few pictures, grinning from ear to ear.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his hand grabbing his cock again as he stared at her pussy. “Don’t do that man,” I said, reaching out and putting my hand on his to cover it from my view. I felt his erection by accident, quickly pulling my hand back once I realized.

“Oh wow, that looks hot,” he commented, staring at his phone.

“What does,” I asked.

He turned the phone towards me, showing me Ali’s hand on the tip of his cock. I felt my pussy tingle, just by looking at that picture. I stayed quiet for too long as I reviewed it, admitting only to myself that it really was hot. I didn’t notice his hand on his cock, over his shorts, as the phone blocked my view. He was enjoying her bare pussy, exposed for him between his legs, “I have only seen a pussy like this in porn, man.”

I snapped out of it, noticing the movement, as he again squeezed the tip of his cock.

“It’s blurry,” I commented, handing him back the phone, not moving from my position.

“I can take it again,” he offered.

I rolled my eyes, not denying him. I felt his hand on mine, guiding it back to his erection. I didn’t stop him, as I felt an out-of-body experience, my fingers curling around it, gripping it.

“It might look better in your boxers or whatever,” I couldn’t believe my own words. They were in her voice. I reasoned it was her talking now, and the thought of her doing something like this, made my clit respond.

His eyes shot open, he grinned confidently, “Why don’t you slip my shorts off, Ali. You may never get this opportunity again,” we both laughed.

I tilted my head, looking down at his crotch as my hands reached for the elastic. My legs pushed me off him, enough to be able to slide them down. He snapped away at the camera, capturing the moment Ali undressed him. I felt his cock on the back of my fingers, as they traced his tight boxers, finally pulling his shorts down his leg and onto the floor.

I sat back down on him, failing to hide my smile, confused by this entire situation. I noticed a wet spot on his boxers, ‘precum,’ I reasoned, as I ended up inching a bit closer than before.

“Grab my cock, Ali,” he whispered.

My hands slowly inched closer, as my fingers wrapped around it again. It felt more bare but still protected by his thin boxers. He moaned as I felt his cock throb in my hand. ‘What the fuck,’ I thought to myself, noticing my hand slowly stroking.

“These pictures are incredible,” he said softly, snapping away, his free hand caressing my thigh.

His touch ignited me, as his hands went up my thigh and onto my ass. I gasped, stroking him a bit further down each time.

I felt his hand pull my hips closer to him. I didn’t fight it, as my pussy nearly touched his erection. It was so close, my own thumb tapped my clit each time I stroked down.

“Not a word about this to anyone,” I said, feeling my hips thrust forward, my bare clit pressing on the base of his cock through his boxers.

“As if anyone would even believe me,” he said, getting a closeup of my hand on his cock.

“It’s weird knowing what this feels like for her now,” I said, “I can feel her clit throbbing.”

He moaned, my free hand pulling his boxers down a bit, looking up at him for approval.

He simply lifted his hips up, nodding. I let go of his cock, pulling his boxers down more, so his entire cock was exposed. “Damn, its a little bigger,” I said, without thinking, hoping he didn’t hear that.

He simply smiled as I stood up, letting his boxers hit the ground. I adjusted my thong, so it covered up my pussy. I didn’t want him slipping into Ali. This was just for hot pictures, after all.

I wrapped my legs around his again, lowering my hips, so Ali’s pussy was just an inch away from his bare cock. One hand on the couch, tilting me sideways, the other on the top of my thong, pulling it down. “Feel how wet she is,” I offered.

He reached out, sliding his hand into my thong, expertly caressing my clit, “Oh fuck,” he gasped, causing his cock to twitch. I pulled his hand further down, breathing heavily as he slipped two fingers inside me. I moaned, letting my weight fall down on his fingers.

I had never felt this before, something inside me. It felt so full, so satisfying, as it sent shockwaves all over my body. “Picture,” I heard Ali’s voice moan sexily, “Take a picture of this idiot.”

My hands shot over my breasts, stimulating my nipples as I watched him finger me. My body moved up and down, fucking his fingers as his cock bounced around between my thighs.

The visual was so erotic, the feeling so different, I was lost in the moment, as he captured them with his phone.

My hands slipped off my breast, pulling both nipples, before I placed both hands on his shoulders. I braced myself on him as I rolled my hips on his fingers. Alex put the phone aside, enjoying the view of his best friend's wife riding his fingers. My thrusts inched me closer to his body as we locked eyes. I felt his fingers slip out of me, my pussy not ready for the stimulation to be ripped away, as I watched his hand slide out of the thong, leaving his fingers shining with my wetness.

I looked down, feeling a new pressure on my clit. His cock was pinned against his stomach and my pussy. The sensation was different again, but really good, as my thrusts slid my clit over his cock. My thong was the only thing between Alex’s cock and my wife’s pussy. He stared between my legs, as I braced myself on his shoulder, sliding my pussy up and down the length of his cock. He grunted at the sensation, moving the phone closer to his cock, to get all the details of Ali’s pussy through her thong. Alex slowly tilted the camera upwards, ‘He is taking video,’ I thought.

“You look so hot right now, Ali,” he said while recording.

Playing along for the sake of the video, I looked into the camera, “Your cock looks so good there,” my hand reaching for his bare cock, stroking it, “It’s so big in my tiny hands, Alex.” I dropped my free hand, teasing to pull the thong to the side, “I want to feel it, but we shouldn’t,” I said, pulling it off to the side, despite my reluctant words.

“This is all our secret, Ali,” he whispered, his fingers pulling the thong further to the side, my pussy making contact with his bare cock, triggering a deep grunt from within me.

I shifted back a bit, giving his cock room between us, pointing his leaking head towards my clit. “Oh fuck,” I moaned, guiding it in circles, pushing it down, and covering my pussy with his precum, “You are so hard, but I can’t,” I whimpered, the head of his cock parting my lips, as it started to ease into my pussy. I pushed my hips down, easing myself on his cock, taking him just past the head.

“This is wrong, I am married to your best friend,” I moaned, just as he ended the video. He pushed in a bit further, causing my head to tilt back, “Wait,” I held myself, not letting him push further, “It’s hard to tell, but I think this is stretching me out,” I said.

The fullness I felt inside my body was new to me. I wasn’t sure how it should feel, but I was enjoying the new experience and the view. “Um,” I paused, rolling my hips, “We don’t have any pictures with her uh, with her face near it,” I said suggestively.

“That would be so hot,” he replied with a grin.

I eased his cock out, yearning for the feeling to return, but we had a new agenda. Running my hand down his thighs, before grabbing his cock, I made my way to the floor, kneeling before him, his hard cock throbbing in my hand. Alex was smiling from ear to ear as he snapped away on his phone, “This looks hot,” he said, turning the phone towards me, showing me an image of Ali, holding his cock, staring at it, as her hand wrapped around the base.

I simply smiled, “It does, I will try to make this look authentic.”

He pointed the camera back and I leaned in, looking up at the camera, putting his cock against my cheek, and smiled. I smelled his arousal, as I felt his precum wet my cheek. I pointed him towards my mouth, looking up at the camera as I planted a kiss on the head, he grunted, “Your lips are so soft, Ali.”

His breathing picked up as I parted my lips, feeling his head roll past my lips, as I took him in my mouth. I moaned on his cock, it was Ali’s moan and it was muffled as my tongue explored the new sensation, the texture of his cock, the ridge of his head slipping over my tongue, as I stroked him, pulling him deeper into my mouth. I found my free hand sliding past my stomach, as I started rubbing my swollen clit.

A muffled moan escaped my lips as I pushed my mouth deeper, taking him in and out. I took turns looking down at his cock, up at the camera, my tongue showing as I caressed the bottom of his cock. I rubbed it all over my lips, over my face, making sure to get sexy pictures for later. I trailed kisses from the base of his cock, to the head, briefly taking him in my mouth one last time, before standing up.

“Well that was interesting,” I said, giggling, as I adjusted my thong back over my pussy, “Um, would you be okay if we maybe got some pictures from our bed,” I offered.

He smiled, “Yeah, I would love to fuck you in your bed, Ali.”

“No one said anything about fucking,” I said smiling, my hand reaching down to his cock and guiding him towards our room.

“Let’s try and get this one picture before we go on the bed,” I said, facing him and guiding his cock to the elastic of the thong. My other hand pulled the thong down, exposing my pussy to the camera. “Here, hold it and stroke like you are trying to cum into my thong,” I instructed.

He grabbed his cock, stroking from base to top as it slipped into the opening I offered. The tip of his cock rubbing over my clit, down to my pussy, as the camera pointed down between our bodies.

“That looks hot,” I whispered, seeing the results as each shot caught his cock at different depths in my thong, over my pussy. I let go of my thong, pinning him over my pussy as I looked up at him, “I think we got it.”

He didn’t answer, instead, he softly guided me back, my legs hitting the bed and forcing me to sit on the edge.

I watched him as he kneeled before me, reaching for my thong and tugging it off. I lifted my ass in approval, my thong falling onto the floor. I parted my legs as he inched his lips closer, his tongue caressing my clit and exploring every inch. The sensation ran through my body, my back falling flat on the bed as I thrust my hips onto his lips, moaning, “Fuck, that feels so good.”

He stopped and stood up, snapping a picture of me in bed, his cock throbbing towards the bottom of the picture. “Uh, want to bring it closer, so it uh, looks like you are fucking Ali,” I asked. He stepped forward, pressing his cock into my entrance, his head easily slipping in now.

I gasped, my head shooting back against the bed, “Just enough so it looks like it,” I moaned. “You can like thrust it a little,” I practically begged, feeling more of him inside me with each thrust as he took the pictures.

I pushed myself up on the bed completely, using my elbows and curling my fingers for him to follow. I watched as he crawled onto our bed, holding his cock and guiding it into me, deeper than he had been before, “Oh yes,” I moaned, “But no deeper, Alex,” I begged, holding him still as he slowly thrust, taking pictures as my pussy adapted to his size.

“Pull it out,” I asked without moving, “Maybe we get some with me on top.”

He grunted as he slipped out of me, but not before pushing in a little deeper, causing me to moan.

He rolled over, laying on his back with his cock pointing straight up. It felt weird getting on top of him, but I saw Ali’s body going through the motions, grabbing his cock and guiding it to her pussy, stopping just short of her entrance. I smiled for the camera, rubbing him over my opening, letting him slip in, then pulling him out. I repeated that a few times until I felt my body ease down, the weight of my body falling onto his cock as he reached new depths. “Ugh, for the pictures,” I moaned, taking him deeper, “Yes.”

He had put the phone down on the bed, one hand caressed my ass, the other on my nipple, making me somehow more wet. I felt my pussy open up, as it reached the base of his cock. He was balls deep in my wife. He started pulling me tighter against his body, his fingers pressed into my ass as I started grinding on him. A new sensation took over my body, my heavy breathing turning into moans, I was cumming.

I could feel him throbbing inside me, waves of pleasure extending out to my toes and fingertips as my pussy contracted over his cock. My body was exhausted as I fell off him, laying on the bed.

“Holy shit, that felt,” I paused, “So different.”

“Good thing women can have multiple orgasms, huh? You lucky bastard,” he laughed. His body shifted over mine, as he positioned his cock at my entrance and easily pushed all the way in.

The sensation of my body being thrusted backwards each time he pushed into me was different. I held my legs open, looking down at that familiar pussy that I grew so accustomed to seeing. It was a different cock, my best friend's cock, sliding into her, spreading her pussy open, but the pleasure was mine, as I started groaning.

“She’s on the pill,” I moaned, feeling his pace pick up. His eyes shot open, shocked that I would let him cum inside her. I felt him throb inside her again as he continued to pound away, bringing me closer to another orgasm.

“Thanks for letting me fuck your wife, man,” he moaned, continuing his steady pace.

“It’s been hot to see this,” I moaned, “So much sexier than I imagined.”

“Wait,” his eyes shot open, still maintaining his rhythm, “Have you thought about Ali and I, uh, well fucking,” he asked.

“She’s into you,” I admitted, “I have noticed how flirty she gets around you,” I moaned. The conversation intensifying the feelings. “Maybe once this is all sorted out, she can experience this,” I paused as I felt tingly inside, “Experience this herself,” I whispered.

My pussy contracted again, the same pleasure, more intense even, running through my body as I felt him swell. I could feel each rope of cum shooting into me, lubricating my pussy even more, filling it up even more as we both came together.

I looked down, as we both caught our breath, his cock slipped out of Ali’s pussy, cum streamed right out and onto the bed. So many thoughts ran through my head as he picked up his phone, recording his cum leaking out of my wife’s pussy. His deflating cock rested over it, sliding inside, and spreading his cum all over her. I reached down, rubbing my fingers over the mess, and without thinking, rubbed my fingers over my lips, seductively looking at the camera as I pushed my fingers into my mouth, my eyes closing shut, “It tastes like my own,” I giggled.

Right on cue, my phone rang. It seemed like hours when really only forty-five minutes had passed.

“Shit, Ali, or Ryan, or whatever, is on the way home,” I said nervously.

His eyes shot open, quickly rolling off the bed, “I owe you big time for this,” he said, leaving the room to gather his things.

I stayed in bed, wondering what the fuck had just happened, realizing that I should probably clean up before she gets here. I wondered if I would dare admit what I did to her, how she might react.

“Let me know how things go,” Alex shouted as he opened the door, “I will text you tomorrow so we can link up and review these pictures.”

The door slammed closed and I got up to clean myself. Ali would be home soon and I had no idea how this would all go back to normal, how this might change our friendship, what would she think if she knew.