This is the night I’ve been after. Tucked under the
covers with my arms wrapped around my beautiful wife. I’m spent but satisfied,
my waning erection nestled between her plump cheeks, as I drift off. My eye
lids grow heavier and heavier as the warmth of being curled up in bed begins to
overwhelm me. The world around me fading from sensation as the darkness of rest
creeps in. The lights of whatever dreams may be coming begins to appear, swirls
of pinks, aquas and violets, but this time it’s different. There is a white
piercing light that begins to fill everything as the warmth continues to grow
hotter. I go to move, to roll over in bed or something but I feel nothing. I
try to budge but nothing is working. I grit my teeth and muster all my strength
and give one final effort to free myself from the searing heat. I feel like
I’ve been flung out of the bed and through the wall with great force, as lights
speed around me, and I’m hurtling through space. For a brief moment of
lucidity, I remember that I must be asleep, and this must be a strange dream.
There is deafening silence and I don’t recall finishing moving. I feel weightless and formless but the darkness is receding and I’m beginning to see images again. I’m shocked as I look down and see the body of a naked woman. I go to cover my eyes but once again, none of my body appears to respond, reminding me again this is probably nothing but a naughty dream. The female body writhes around in it’s sheets, lying alone on the bed, completely naked. Dream logic makes me afraid to feel like a voyeur when I know this is harmless and out of my control. As things become clearer I recognise the woman, or I should say “young woman” as it’s my daughter’s friend from college. Her name is Emily. She came to stay with us over one of the college breaks. A lovely girl and a very pretty one too.
Her eyes open suddenly, shocking me, and I almost expect
to wake up. Two gorgeous brown eyes gazing at me as I feel like I’m drifting closer
and closer to her. I’m floating a few feet above her and she’s still, eyes
still pointed in my direction, but the gaze seems blank. I wonder what’s
brought on this dream, trying to recall if I’d eaten dairy before going to bed.
Suddenly life jumps back in to her face and she really is looking at me!
“Oh! You’re here early!” she says, staring at me. I say
nothing letting the dream take its natural course but then, “I can see you,
Mister Roth!”, she continues, “I’ll bet you think this is a dream, but I assure
you that this is happening!”
She lays on her back, her bare breasts settling as she
puts her hands behind her head, getting comfortable and still staring right at
me.
“As your astral form becomes stronger, we’ll be able to
talk a bit better,” she continues, “I’ll bet you never expected to see me like
this! I’m told that even though your spirit is floating there, you can still
feel the sensation of getting a boner, even though your body is across the
country.”
This is getting strange and I make an attempt to adjust
my hips. Despite my vision I can feel my hardening cock still resting against
my wife’s back. This must be a dream.
“It’s not a dream!” she says on cue, “I’ve cast a spell
and it’s brought your spirit here! We’re going to have some fun!”
She begins to take some deep breaths. In through her
nostrils, her chest expanding and her breasts rising as she inhales, before
breathing out and her generous melons gently coming back down. As she takes
another breath her toned stomach tenses, subtle abs evident under her flawless
skin. She pauses before a third breath the cool evening air rushing through her
lungs before once again escaping across her pouty pink lips.
“After feeling nothing for so long, I’ll bet you’re
wondering why you realized the air was ‘cool’ aren’t you?” she grins, and I
realize that somehow I did feel her breathing!
I attempt to struggle or shake my body to wake myself up,
and Emily writhes about on the bed too as if in sync with me.
“Oh! I felt that!” She giggles, “you’re definitely
drawing closer to me. It’s happening much faster than I expected! I wonder what
will happen if I try this?”
She snakes a hand down her stomach and I shiver with
excitement. Her hand draws closer to the feminine mound between her legs, and
in the darkness of the evening I can just make it out. Her fingers head in to
the shadows and she lets out a gentle, satisfied moan. I feel it. I feel it
too, right in my crotch. Electricity as I convulse from the alien sensation.
“What was that?!” I say, my mouth feeling dry but somehow
my voice echoing.
“Oh! I can hear you now!” Emily exclaims excitedly, “our
connection is growing deeper!”
“I don’t understand any of this, Emily!”
“No problem, Mister Roth,” she grins, “now that we can
talk, I can explain this to you properly! I’ve cast a spell to switch our
bodies! Your soul is slowly being pulled in to my body and bit by bit, I’m
drifting over and in to your body. Oh! You’re curled up with Mrs Roth, right
now!”
I’ve got to wake up. This dream is getting more and more
bizarre, and I know Emily is just going to tell me that this isn’t a dream but
is any of this even possible? This could just be one of those dreams which
feels real. Emily knows what I’m thinking and she gyrates her hips in a little
circle. As she moves I can feel my body grind up against my wife’s and she lets
out a low “mmm” noise. I glance at Emily who gives me a smug “I told you so”
look.
“I’m beginning to feel what you can feel,” she states,
“and you’re beginning to feel what I can.”
She places her fingers over her nipples and massages
gentle circles around them, causing me to balk in more strange sensations.
They’re so sensitive and her breasts are so soft on my chest. Her chest.
“Our chest,” she grins.
I begin to notice I’m floating even closer to her now. I
glance down as my spirit crotch is floating above hers. She reaches up as if to
jerk off an invisible penis and we both moan in pleasure. She can feel the
connection to my body and in response I can feel a moistness between our legs. She
licks her fingers and puts a hand between her legs again, her thighs clamping
tightly around her hand, accustoming me to this young woman’s pleasure. I see
her puckering and can feel skin against my lips. The skin of my wife’s back.
Across the country, Emily is kissing my wife through me.
“Oh, I’ve had such a crush on your wife since I stayed
with you!” coos Emily keeping me off balance as she continues to rub her moist
slit, “and I can’t wait to find out what it’s like to be with her! These little
teases are so hot but so cruel! You could enjoy my body too! You don’t need to
be all freaked out by this! You’ll get your body back at some point! I’m not
going to steal your life or anything! Just a quick few days of sexy times with
a mature woman!”
My Wendy is a gorgeous woman. Always has been. She’s a
real MILF. Am I wondering why I said that? It’s probably because our souls are
so crossed over now I can barely tell where I end and he begins. As my spirit
spasms back and forth I can feel my soul filling Emily’s body, with the
sensation of my slender young fingers. Emily gives a great, deep, hearty laugh in
her echoing male voice, but I’m too distracted about keeping my fingers massaging
in circles. My bare ass scrapes across the sheets as my soul hips sit down in
to physical real ones, as the pleasure of my feminine mound continues to build.
“Oh! Keep going!” Emily cries, “almost there!”
There is a faint brush against my chest but it’s gone. Wendy
is waking up. I can’t feel it, but somehow I know it. Emily’s voice is almost
silent but I can hear a squishing noise. Kissing. Emily must be kissing her
wife. Why did I call her “her” wife? Wendy is my wife! I’m having my body
stolen!
The cold air hits me and I’m panting. In the dark it
takes me a moment to realize I’m awake. I stare at the roof, too afraid to turn
on a light but there is no body warmth near me. I turn over looking for a
light, but in the darkness I feel the weight on my chest shift as I heave it
across, sensitive erect nipples grazing across the sheets, egging on what feels
like a gush of moisture between my legs. The light finally comes on and I see
my dainty painted nails, causing me to gasp in a familiar female voice. I’m
her. She did it. I pull the hair from my face and look down at the body of a
naked woman. The sheets are askew from my tossing and turning. Upon closer
inspection, my hand is still covered in Emily’s slick juices a familiar smell
to these nostrils but not me. As I run my hands over this strange new body of
mine, I realize it was no dream. That as I come to this realization, the real
Emily is out there, inside my body, screwing my wife.
I lie there, frustrated and scared, but then another
feeling becomes more prominent. An ache between my legs tells me that I’m not
done. I recall what Emily said about enjoying her body too, and I grasp both
her breasts feeling their heft first hand for the first time and loving the
sensations it courses through my body. It’s begging me to finish what I
started.
That was SUPER hot!!
ReplyDeleteThanks! Glad you liked!
DeleteVery well done slow body-swap/theft story!
ReplyDeleteThanks! I really dug slowing down the pace to do it. It's something I'll play with in future.
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