… the wife swap

A few months ago Pipa and Manuelle, a young Argentian couple with a two month old baby named Esteban, had moved in next door. My wife Melanie had made a cake and gone to welcome them to the neighbourhood.

Since then my wife had been spending a lot of time with Pipa and had been oddly distant, her interest in sex having evaporated. She seemed preoccupied somehow, forgetting small things and making strange comments. I had found myself feeling like I was living with a stranger and had grown frustrated.

Stranger still I found myself fantasising about my hot little neighbour Pipa. Her compact body was tight and curvy despite her recent pregnancy. She dressed in revealingly provocative skirts and tops that accentuated her lush curves. She smouldered with a raw sexuality. But more than that I sensed a real connection - something that I had been missing with my wife.

When Melanie and I were invited by our new neighbours to a BBQ I had jumped at the opportunity. Like I said Pipa was gorgeous, a petite dark complexioned bombshell that oozed sex appeal. And we just clicked. I wanted to spend some time with her, figure out why she was so attractive, beyond her large enticing breasts and lovely ass.

"So we were thinking... How about a wife swap?" Manuelle suggested as the we drank a beer while the meat cooked on the BBQ.

I choked on my beer. "Huh?"

"Pipa has commented how much she likes you. Honestly I find it hard to keep up with her. I was hoping the child would dampen her libido, but it's done the opposite. She's even more insatiable. She wants your body. You want hers, that's obvious. And I spoke to Melanie - she wants a change."

"I..." I wasn't sure. I noticed Melanie nearby. She'd been listening in. She nodded and gave me a mysterious smile. Well this was so unexpected. Melanie had never said anything about this in our six years together. We just weren't that way inclined, or so I thought.

I went inside and found Pipa making a salad. We stood nervously, the sexual tension between us palpable. She wore a tight short skirt and a top that accentuated her milk heavy breasts. She smiled as she looked up at me. She wore heels but barely stood over five feet. "I see Manuelle has raised the swap. If you're keen we can do it now..." She said with her cute Spanish accent. "There is so much I want to show you." She explained with a grin. It felt so natural talking to her. I lent in and kissed her on an impulse. Her full lips parted and she hungrily returned my kiss, his body pressing against mine. She was hot and soft and delicate... But so passionate. She lifted a leg and ran her inner thigh against my leg, her mound pushing with need against my stirring manhood. She was ready to be taken on the kitchen table, completely horny, her inhibitions utterly discarded.

"Not yet," she breathed huskily as with a visible effort of will she to me by the hand and led me into a candles lit bedroom. I followed her with excitement, her arousal contagious. She took reached for an odd primitive stone object and grinned as she placed it in my hand. "You don't know how much I've wanted this," she confided. Then she started to chant. The words were odd and eerie.

I felt light headed, like I would faint, the room swam - then I was back... But I was looking up at myself. "What?" I asked, my voice high and breathy. I felt a weight and an incessant tingling on my chest, a dull ache and I looked down into cleavage. My cleavage. My proudly erect nipples tingling with pleasure and clearly outlined in my maternity bra. I had breasts?! Heavy milk laden breasts. They felt full and I absently realised that Pipa needed to feed her baby. No I did. But that thought was fleeting. I stood there in a tight ass hugging dress, balancing naturally in high heels, a revealing blouse barely containing my large breasts and... I wasn't wearing panties. My mound was bare. My new pussy lips were uncovered. Why wasn't I wearing panties? My naked sex was tingling incessantly, maddeningly. Hot, wet, swollen, sensitive, needing to be filled. I wanted him. I was so damned horny. The tingling was overwhelming.

Pipa smiled as he looked down at me. "Oh god, it's good to not think about sex!" He said. "Well not be obsessed with it..."

I nodded in understanding. I ... Really wanted him. My little body ached with sexual tension. I realised that Pipa might be a nymphomaniac. I might be...

Pipa knew. He reached out, turned me around and pulled my dress up around my waist. "I should tell you... I'm not Pipa. I'm Melanie," he said as he fondled my ass. I nodded in pleasure as I instinctively spread my legs and lent forward. Melanie? That would explain why she had been distant lately. Why I had connected with Pipa. I heard his fly unzip and my pussy throbbed in anticipation, I knew what was going to happen, what my little body craved. God I was a cock starved slut. His head found my lips and I rocked my hips instinctively, the pleasure making me breath heavily an moan loudly. He slid inside me and I cried out loudly and inarticulately. I was a bitch in heat. I was his.

"It's great isn't it?" Mel whispered in my ear.

"Si," I agreed, slipping into Spanish. I was Pipa, a hot little Spanish senorita. God I loved being fucked. My big breasts bounced and jiggled, my pussy throbbed as he slid into me.

"So do you like the swap?"

"Si," I agreed.

"Good, because you're like this for a month until the statue recharges."

I nodded in rapt agreement. "Si..."

I was reacting instinctively, my little body on fire. I looked down to see my former cock slipping into me and the sight thrilled me. Why was I so comfortable with this?! The sensations that went with it were incredible. I was hot, wet, slippery and oh so turned on. My nipples were erect and on fire. And they were leaking. Milk. "Oh god," I moaned in my little Spanish senorita voice that dripped sex.

Melanie, now in my body thrust harder and faster into me. Fucking me masterfully. Controlling my little body with ease. "Si... Si..." I cried out breathlessly, grunting and grinding into his thrusts, finding it hard to focus as my pussy grew wetter. Hotter. I was ejeculating. Copious juices suddenly flowed as my burning pussy muscles contracted. I felt every inch of my former cock stretching my new pussy, every knob and vein with heightened sensitivity as Melenie thrust into me one last time and filled my womb. "Siiiiii !!!" I panted as we came together, hot sweaty bodies fused into one orgasmic mass of flesh. I could fell his cock spurting inside me. I wanted him in me, as deep and hard and hot as possible. I whimpered, my little body pressed under his, my pussy hungrily milking his cock with little tingling clenches that made my nipples tingle and limbs lethargic then pleasurable alive. "Ohhhh..."

We lay there panting, waves of pleasure receding. I giggled and squeezed my pussy muscles. I felt Melanie's cock softening and I started to leak. "Holy cow!" I said in Pipa's little voice. I'd just been fucked and it felt had fucking incredible.

"Good girl," Melanie said as he slipped out of me. I lay there, pussy dripping, lips puckered, still aroused. I still wanted more. My need was still there. I could keep going. But Melanie was soft.

"Come on, your husband must be wondering where you are," Melanie said as he got dressed and headed out to the party.

I nodded. My husband. Manuelle. I grinned as I thought about him. I went to the bathroom, ass swaying, milk heavy breasts jiggling, body moving with a slinky sensuality. I was a sexy little piece of ass. A mans wife. The thought thrilled me as I wiped myself clean with a towel. Cleaned my sopping pussy. I stared at it. "Holy cow!" What was I doing? What was I thinking? Then I went and put my skirt and top back on. I grinned. No panties. If I bent over they could see. Screw my eager little cunt. My grin widened. My pussy was so... Perfectly enticing. It throbbed with need.

The baby cried so naturally I went and fed him, he nuzzled then attached to my boob, his suckling relieving the pressure in my breast. Faintly pleasurable. I was maternal? I shook my head. So this was what breasts were for. Heh. I burped him then did the other side. It was odd. There was this weird bond between me and the kid that I'd not felt when looking at him before. Still I finished up and put him back down.

I turned to find my wife's body staring at me. "Hello Pipa. Enjoying yourself?"

I nodded.

"Of course you are. I suppose you should know... I'm Manuelle - well I was a year ago..." She approached and I looked up at her. Odd. I'd always looked down at Melanie and now she was a good three inches taller than me.

"You were in this body for a year?" I asked, motioning at my generous curves. My breasts were so much larger than Melanie's. It seemed incredible. But then I now wore a female body and it felt so natural.

"Yes. Pipa translated the spell - she can read the old text. So we swapped. And you know what her body is like. I got pregnant within the month and unfortunately that stopped me swapping back somehow. I was trapped. My belly was swelling. And I still needed sex. A lot. You have an inkling. And so I became his wife. I... Wanted to. Being married seemed right. It was what I'd always wanted... But my husband still had important archeological work to do in the States. We came here so he could keep working. You see he had my skills and knowledge. And I had Pipa's. And now so do you. You have basic English verbal skills. You can read the archaic runes and not much else." She smirked. "You're good in bed."

I blushed.

"Come, we should join the men," she approached and adjusted my large sensitive breasts. My eyes widened as I realised her touch aroused me. "Well we could play. Your wife was fun in that body but you seem less certain. I like that." She opened my top and caressed my breasts eliciting an aroused moan from my lips. "So horny," she observed with a chuckle. "I much prefer you like this. This last month I've been avoiding sex with you. But now I think we should end the drought." Her hand slipped down my belly to between my legs. "So wet," she observed. I nodded, widening my legs and rocking my hips. Her fingers knew my body intimately, knew just how to make my juices flow. Not nearly as good as a cock but ...

"Ohhhhh," I moaned as my thoughts dissolved, my body reacting uncontrollably. Her finger teased my clit and my lips then slid into my moist warm folds."Si."