The kitchen sink

Abruptly, I found myself standing in the kitchen with no clue as to how I'd got there. I was standing over the sink, warm water washing over my hand while the food mixer whirled noisily away nearby.

"What the heck?" My voice sounded weird and shrill in my ears. "How did I get downstairs?"

My confusion turned to alarm as I shut off the water and pick up a cloth to dry them.

"Ah! What the hell happened to my hands?" It came out in a strangled squeal as I gapped at the impossible sight before me.

My hands weren't my hands. These hands were slender, almost delicate, a sharp contrast to my own strong blunt digits. The long painted nails made them seem even more feminine. I even appeared to be wearing jewellery. A selection of rings, including what looked like a wedding band on my left hand and a silver charm bracelet around my right wrist. It was the bracelet that finally made things click into place. I recognized it almost at once, I'd given it to my wife on the anniversary of our first date and we'd been steadily adding new charms ever since. There was the gold and ruby heart that I'd given her before our wedding, and the twin pearl charms that marked the birth of our kids. Even the Minnie Mouse she'd picked up on our family vacation to Disneyland. There was no possible doubt it was Tina's.

Which meant that these were Tina's hands.

Which meant that I had Tina's...

As if driven by a will not my own, the still damp hands rose towards my chest, meeting pleasantly soft resistance much sooner than they should.

I looked down.

Yup, those were Tina's tits alright, looking spectacular as usual in a scoop-necked blouse. I gave them an experimental jiggle and felt the novel sensation of boobs bouncing on my chest.

"Holy shit!" I gasped in Tina's soft, honeyed voice, "It's real. I'm inside my wife's body. This is...kind of hot, actually."

I've always been a big fan of her body, and now I was somehow inside it. I let my hands roam over Tina's body, taking in her lush curves and feeling a warm knot of excitement form in the pit of my stomach.

That last thought made me pause. Was this okay? I knew Tina was always saying she loved me taking charge in the bedroom but this, possession, however it had happened, must surely be crossing a line.

But pinching a hardening nipple through her clothing, I found it hard to care about the morality of the situation.

"Oh yes," I moaned to myself in my wife's neediest, sluttiest voice. The one that always gets me hard, but now was kindling an aching need between my legs. "Just fucking use me. You know you want to."

I made it a policy never to argue with Tina when she was making sense, and I wasn't about to change that policy just because she was me. Wasting no more time, I shrugged off the blouse, and the bra soon followed. Her breasts sagged a little, freed from their lacy support, but the toll of gravity made their soft weight no less appealing. I spent some time giving them the attention they deserved, squeezing and playing with them, teasing the achingly hard nipples, and God it felt good. Tina loved it when I played with her tits, and now I knew why. Every touch and tweak sent bolts of pure pleasure shooting through my body to stoke the fire between my legs.

My knees buckled, and I ended up clutching the breakfast bar for support, bending over it until my heavy tits pressed against the cool counter top. I could picture how I would look from behind, skirt stretched deliciously across the plump expanse of my ass. I must look so slutty. Just begging for someone to hitch that too short skirt up and...

"Ahh!"

A full throated moan spilled from my lips as my fingers found their way into Tina's panties. I knew the delicate folds and smooth slick depths of her sex as well as I knew my own face, but to experience it like this, from the inside, was a wonder unlike anything I'd ever imagined. Any doubts I might have had about using her body this way were swept aside by a torrent of unthinking lust. I probed and teased at her (my!) aching cunt, hips bucking, grinding against my hand as a wonderful pressure built and built...