Susan

That desire to seek **** against my wife by using her body any way I wanted finally won out. I clicked on my image, then chose hers from the contact list. In the blink of an eye I was her, standinh in the living room wearing my now ill fitting clothes.

Looking down at myself as I slowly unbuttoned my shirt to reveal Susan's boobs was surprisingly erotic and by the time I'd freed them, the nipples had hardened. I gently caressed them and moaned. It felt nice, but they were not nearly as sensitive as Cheri's had been.

Finally I stripped off my pants and boxers, which was not nearly as exciting as the shirt. Unlike the night before, I took a moment to just stand there, naked. Being in a female form felt so different. The added weight of breasts on my chest made me feel top heavy, and I could sense the lack of cock and balls taking up space between my thighs.

I walked to the hall bathroom and stood in front of the mirror, admiring the familiar image of my wife's naked body, a body I longed for but so rarely got to touch these days. The urge to punish her by using it in ways she would never approve of returned. I had some ideas.