Woken by the neighbors

You awake to the sound of banging on the wall. The newlyweds are at it again. You can hear muffled screams coming from your neighbor?s wife as her husband pounds her. They go at it daily and sometimes multiple times a day. You begin to turn to grab the remote to turn on the TV when the door opens and you see yourself walk in and you remember what happened. Sam swapped bodies with you using some kind of magical spell.

"Paul, are you ok now?" she asks.

"I guess," you reply in your new feminine voice. "The neighbors are at it again."

"I know," she says.

"I can't believe how often they are at it," you say, trying not to think of your current situation.

"Yea," she says. "I remember when we used to do it all the time."

"We were at least a little more discrete," you add as she begins to walk over to the wall. She bends down putting her ear closer and she gestures you to come closer. As you get closer, you can hear her more distinctly moaning with each bang of the bed against the wall. Her cries begin to stir something deep inside of you. You start to get a strange feeling deep inside. You think of your neighbor's hot body. More than once, you've fantasized about getting it on with her. You visualize her getting banged and a wave of disorientation comes over you.

Waves of pleasure radiate out from your pussy, looking up you see your neighbor's sweaty body hulking over you as he pounds his cock into your pussy.

"Oh My God?" you scream out loud. This excites him further and his pace quickens.

"Oh My God," you scream again. Pleasure is building deep within your womanhood and with his every thrust, your will is breaking down. You stare up at him as his sweaty body pulses with his thrusts.

As waves of pleasure begin to form inside of you, you try to resist a bit by taking stock of your situation. The transfer was a bit disorienting but you see that you are flat on your back as he pounds into you. You see that you are covered in white satin and lace. 'Oh my', you think. 'I'm wearing her wedding dress.'

Thoughts flash back in your mind to last weekend when you attended their wedding. You were a groomsman and you remember thinking how gorgeous she looked in her wedding dress. Now you are wearing that wedding dress and being fucked in it like a bride on her honeymoon.

'A new bride?' you think, torn between pleasure and feelings of being violated.

You begin to give in to the pleasure. You focus on the feeling of his hard cock driving into your pussy. The warmth of the shaft, the pressure of his pelvis against yours as he pounds you. It's all too much, you can't take it anymore.

You cum, hard as he thrusts in to you, your head banging on the headboard of the bed. You feel nothing except pleasure radiating from your womb. A rapture unlike any other feeling you ever had as a man overcomes your senses and you feel sexy, beautiful, and fulfilled. As your pleasure holds, you hear him grunt and you fear, and anticipate the event as he cums deeply inside of you. You can feel the pulse of his cock, delivering its seed into you. You feel whole, satisfied, and deeply content.

He gets off of you and lays beside you and you both fall asleep together.

A knock on the door awakens you. Startled, you don't know what to do, you get up, still wearing the wedding dress and scramble, not knowing where to go. The door opens, and your former body walks in.

"Paul is it you?", your body asks, eyeing you up and down. You glance at yourself in the dress and nod your head in a satisfied way.

"I warned you not to think of someone else." she states with a sly grin. "I see that you have had thoughts of her before. I suspected as much since I saw how you were watching her at the wedding. You men are all alike, though I have to admit, even in your messy state, you do seem to be giving me an erection."

Original written by The V