Husband and wife.

As your cock slips and slides against my wet folds teasingly, pushing them inexorably apart in a prelude to my first fucking as your woman I’m struggling to remember stuff - I’m that aroused.

I try to push back along your length. My former length. Need. Instinct. I want you inside me! I really do. I need. But your large hands grip my slim waist and I moan in frustration. A shameful frustration that arouses and unman’s me even more.

“Please. Sir…” I beg and I remember briefly all the times you begged when I teased you. The thrill of controlling you. Mastering you.

It’s a pale shadow of the thrill I feel now. This frustrated need. This hot, wet emptiness that cannot brook this denial… “oh fuck… please sir. Don’t tease me. Fuck me…” I plead.

You thrust gently. Slowly. My lips part and I feel you penetrate my burning snatch. I can hear your intake of breath. My heart pounds. My erect nipples tingle almost painfully as my breasts yeild beneath me and my back arches and my hungry pussy contracts and I whimper, perspiration beading on my skin.

My cock is in your pussy. But it’s your cock now. My pussy.

You slide to my full depth and I feel a little jolt as your hips meet my rounded ass. It’s delicious being filled like this.

And then you start fucking me. Straight lines.

“Oh… yes… Yes… YES!” I grunt and gasp as my pussy makes wet farting noises that are disgustingly sublime.

It’s so different, sex, from the perspective of a woman. It’s hard to beleive that you’re the male, the former owner of the body I now wore. The former sub. Now dominant and fucking my pretty little brains out. Each thrust emasculating and owning me.

“You agreed. You’d be the wife. Have the kids. Look after the house… honour and obey…” you reminded me.

Had I? With your cock inside me I couldn’t recall! It sounded right, I nodded, “yes… sir,” I had been sir once, a lifetime ago.

The husband. Not the wife. But the body swap… it made sense, we wanted a family, you were the better lawyer… but this…