The Morning After (wife-hooker swap)

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The Morning After (wife-hooker swap)

Postby Anostus » Wed Apr 20, 2022 2:52 pm

The Morning After
By Anostus

Part 1

I woke up, and smiled when I felt my wife Lauren in my arms. But as the seconds passed, I realized that she felt more and more off, and alcohol-hazed memories from last night began to trickle up through my consciousness.

I opened my eyes, and confirmed what my body already knew - the person snuggled up next to me was not my wife. I love my wife, but she's definitely not a tatted up 5' 8’' bottle blonde prostitute with huge fake knockers bolted to her chest.

Well… she is at the moment, but only because of the memory-altering device I created.

Perhaps I should back up and explain.

Lauren and I had been drifting apart for some time. The spark had disappeared, and we were slowly becoming strangers in the same house. We had a few hobbies and interests still in common, but after seven years together my wife and I had seemingly lost interest in each other. Her sex drive had gone to practically zero, and mine wasn’t far behind. I mostly just locked myself in the bathroom and browsed Pornhub alone these days.

It was a bad time.

But our drifting apart had had one positive effect. It had given me time to work on my many side projects, and one of them, a handheld memory altering device had proven to be surprisingly effective.

And so, I had decided to give myself a little gift for our anniversary. I probably should have asked her permission first, but you have no idea how lonely and horny I’ve been. I challenge anyone to judge me who hasn’t known the horrors of a marriage with a dead bedroom.

I picked up a random hooker the day of our anniversary, and drove her back to our house. As it happened, I had picked a girl who called herself “Kittie Lynn.”

Kittie Lynn could not have been more different from my wife. My wife was 5’ 5’’, brown hair, modest curves, and was in her mid-30’s. Kittie Lynn was a sexy young thing that had dropped out of high school a few years back, and never looked back. Bottle blonde hair, killer (fake) curves, and a bubbly, sexy personality that endeared me to her the moment I spotted her.

I took her clandestinely to our house, where my wife was getting ready for our anniversary date, and pulled out my device. I pointed it at the two of them, and picked the Swap and Unaware options. This would swap all of their memories, and make them unaware that anything strange had happened.

Kittie Lynn’s sexy body had blinked at me in confusion.

“Oh, Tom,” she said, looking around. “I thought I was in the bathroom getting ready…”

I told her to wait downstairs, and went up to find my wife, or at least her body, halfway through getting ready.

She giggled when she saw me. “That’s so, like, weird! I totes thought I was downstairs with you just now, mister.”

“Don’t worry about it,” I told her. “I need to hide you somewhere before my wife sees you.”

“Oh, geez, you’re married?” she said. “You didn’t mention that, mister!”

“Would it have made a difference?” I asked.

My wife’s body giggled. It was so strange to see. Lauren was a serious-minded woman, a manager at a local tech company. To see her with a bubbly, confused look on her face, giggling like an airhead was something to behold.

“No, I guess it wouldn’t have,” she admitted. “Are we going to have a threesome? I love those!”

“No,” I shook my head. “I didn’t take you back here to fuck at all. I just want you wait in the attic. Don’t worry, I’ll pay you your going rate for your time.”

My wife’s body pouted. “Ah, but I was hoping for a good fuck.”

I lowered the attic ladder, and pushed the hooker-in-my-wife’s body up into the attic.

“Just wait up there, play with your phone or something. Like I said, I’ll pay you your going rate.”

“This is totes weird!” she said, but I closed the attic behind her before she could object any further.

And just in time.

My wife, now in the body of the prostitute came a few moments later.

“Honey, I thought I heard someone talking here with you,” she said, looking around curiously.

“Of course not!” I said. “I was just hyping myself up for tonight! I really feel like this anniversary could be the start of something new. A chance to rekindle things.”

I hugged my wife tight, and was so turned on by her new body.

I normally have higher class tastes - and a refined woman like my wife is the perfect match for me. But something about having this trashy woman in my arms, smelling of cigarettes and the street, was really turning me on. Her big fake boobs, her blonde hair, her trashy make up - it all reminded me so much of the porn I watched recently.

The prostitute’s face smiled up at me. It was so strange. I could tell it was my wife in there - her little tics, her little particularities in movement were all there. She was my loving wife.

“Somebody’s excited to see me today,” she smiled, looking down.

I was so turned on. I couldn’t help myself.

We had an amazing night out. I took my wife to a high class restaurant, and though we got a few looks from the waitress, who seemed to suspect I was a John taking a prostitute out (which, let’s face it, I sort of was), things went beautifully. We talked for hours just like we used to years before.

My wife’s wonderful personality, and her new sex-on-legs appearance was making me so into her. It was re-awakening the spark, making me remember why I had fallen for her in the first place. And my wife was loving every minute of it. She whispered some things in my ears which were absolutely electric coming from the sexy new body she was in.

When we finally took an Uber home, we were both a little drunk, and we were soon making our way to the bedroom.

When my wife removed the skimpy dress she had been wearing, I was delighted to find that her new body had trashy tattoos. I’m not normally a tattoo guy - I kind of consider them low class most of the time. An indicator of someone with a low time preference and poor impulse control, but knowing that they were mine to enjoy for just a night really got my motor running.

The first tattoo that came into view as my wife pulled her top off and let me admire her big, fake boobs, was one of those boob chandeliers on the skin under her boobs. The geometric patterns actually looked kind of nice, if a bit trashy.

God, her body was incredible! I had really outdone myself when it came to Kittie Lynn.

She slowly and seductively slid her stockings off, and revealed the elaborate heart and flower tattoo designs on her thighs. And when she pulled down her underwear, and revealed her shaved pussy, along with the final tattoo of a sun just above it, I knew I was in heaven

My wife never shaved her pussy, and she certainly never would have considered getting a tattoo in an intimate place like that.

My wife didn’t seem to understand why I was so turned on since I had turned her awareness of the changes off, but she was responding positively to my advances.

We fucked like old times.

No, that’s a understatement. We fucked like I do in my fantasies.

I was a ravenous beast, and she was an amazing, responsive partner, moaning and moving in time with me. There was a familiarity to it, but with her new body it also felt so new and exciting. Dangerous, novel.

After fucking for a glorious hour together, her muscles started tensing around my cock and she was moaning immodestly as she came again and again. Eventually, I couldn’t resist the increasing tension, and I grunted as I pumped my wife’s hooker body full of cum.

I collapsed to the side, and fell asleep in spite of myself. I had had every intention of to switch her and the hooker back at the end of the night.

Which puts us back here, with me waking up to my new hooker wife. I realized I had to set her right, so I crept off to the attic to see if the hooker was still there.

My heart sank when I saw that the ladder to the attic was down, and my wife’s body was no where to be seen.

Fuck.

What was I going to do?

Without my wife’s body, I couldn’t swap my wife and the hooker back. Right now, my wife was in a hooker’s body, completely unaware that anything was amiss.

“What are you doing in the attic, honey?” said a voice from behind me.

I looked back, at the 20-something hooker behind me. At my wife.

“Uh, nothing,” I said, unconvincingly.

“Well, are you ready to go to church today?” she asked happily.

“Uh, I’m not so sure that’s a good idea,” I said.

“Why not?” my wife asked.

I looked at her, at her tattoos, her big, fake boobs and her incredible, sexy body. If she went to our small church, she’d probably start a riot.

“I’m not feeling so well,” I lied. I hoped she would accept this answer.

“Well, you can stay,” she said. “I’ll get dressed and go on my own.”

“Uh, I guess I feel well enough to go after all,” I said. At least I could try to do some damage control? Looking for my wife’s wandering body would have to wait, at least for now.

She gave me a strange look, but nodded and started dressing for church.

She put on a modest outfit that was one of her favorites for church, but on her slightly taller, curvier new frame it was actually quite scandalous. She frowned looking at them mirror.

“Did this dress shrink in the wash or something?” she asked. “It seems to be showing a lot more cleavage than it usually does, and I could have sworn the bottom part of the dress wasn’t quite so short.”

“You look fine!” I said. “Church is a hospital for sinners, not a showcase for saints.”

She frowned at me. “I guess you’re right…”

We got to church early, for the breakfast and conversation that precedes the service. I was hoping against hope that nobody would pay us any mind - that we’d be able to fade into the background, but that hope was in vain.

Another couple, Martha and James walked up to us.

“Hello, Tom,” Martha said strangely. “Who is this?” She looked at my wife.

“Don’t pretend you don’t recongize me Martha!” my wife said.

Martha’s eye’s widened.

“This is my wife… ‘s, uh, sister,” I said. “Her name is Melody.”

My wife looked at me strangely, and whispered. “What are you doing?”

I just mouthed, ‘play along.’ I hope she trusted me enough to do that.

“Uh, yes,” she finally said. “Melody, a pleasure to meet you.”

Martha looked disapprovingly at “Melody”’s outfit, and her fake boobs, and the hint of a tattoo she could see poking out from under her dress. “Well, Melody. I’m happy that Tom was able to convince a prodigal soul like you to come to our humble church. Personally, I believe that every sinner can be redeemed, so I hope you turn away from your old ways.”

After that, Martha and James wandered off to talk to other people.

“What was that all about?” my wife said, confused. “It was like they didn’t recognize me at all.”

“Strange, right?” I said unconvincingly.

“Tell me what’s going on, Tom!” she said a little angrily.

But my chance to respond was interrupted when our pastor walked up to us.

“What are *you* doing here,” he hissed.

My wife blinked at him in confusion. “Uh, what do you mean?”

“I told you *never* to come around here,” he whispered, looking worriedly around.

“Is there a problem?” I asked.

“No, no!” the pastor assured me. “I’ve just got some private issues to discuss with this little harlot here.”

My wife’s mouth opened in shock. “Excuse you?” She turned to me. “Tom, I think we should leave today, everyone at church is acting weird.”

I nodded.

My wife complained on the entire car ride back. “Can you believe how those people treated me? I know Martha is always gossiping behind people’s backs, but I have no idea how she poisoned the pastor’s mind against me. He always seemed so reasonable.”

I just said some non-committal comforting statements, and drove the two of us home.

“Honey, can you stay here,” I said when I arrived. “I have something I need to find in town.”

She nodded in confusion, and I left her at the home and began searching for the hooker in my wife’s body. I first tried finding her along the strip I had first found her, but when that went bust I just drove around the bad parts of town hoping to find her.

When even that failed, I started asking people on the street where Kittie Lynn liked to hang out. Most of the people didn’t know who I was talking about, but one guy gave me an address in exchange for $20.

When I arrived at the address, the smell of weed was overwhelming.

I knocked on the door, and a half-dressed young man answered it.

“You a cop or something?” he asked.

“Uh, no,” I said. “I, uh, heard that Kittie Lynn likes to hang out here?”

The man laughed. “She does, but you’re in for a surprise if you wanna talk to her.”

“Oh?” I said.

“Come on in.”

He guided me back into the small, dingy apartment. The whole place was a hotbox, and there were people hanging out on the couch and lounging on the floor chatting. One of people was my wife! Thank goodness.

“Kittie Lynn?” I asked.

The woman looked up at me with bloodshot eyes, and giggled like a maniac for several seconds before nodding. “That’s me!”

My wife never got high. She was going to kill me when she got back in her real body. But at least I had found her!

“Can I talk with you, uh, outside?” I asked.

“Sure,” she said, stumbling up to her feet.

I lead her outside, and noticed for the first time how she was dressed.

“Where did you get those clothes?” I asked. She was dressed like a hooker, and even with my wife’s more modest proportions she looked sexy and alluring. Or maybe I’m a bit biased about my wife’s body.

She looked down at her clothes. “Oh, these?” she said unsteadily. “I jus’ found ‘em somewhere. I think one of the guys I slept with had ‘em.”

Fuck. Kittie Lynn had used my wife’s body to prostitute herself out.

“How many men did you sleep with last night?”

She looked hazily at me, and smiled, “I fucked three dudes last night, and lemme tell you, one of them was hung! One of the best fucks of my life.”

My heart sank.

Even knowing this was 100% my fault, I couldn’t help but feel an intense sting of jealousy hearing those words coming from my wife’s mouth.

“Why…” I said, not quite knowing what to say. “Why didn’t you stay in the attic?”

She giggled stupidly. “Oh my god! You’re the weird guy from yesterday. I was so bored waiting for you, and I wasn’t even sure if you were good for the money, so I just, like, left, y’know?”

Fuck. This woman was out of control. I needed to get her home, so her and my wife could swap back, before she fucked another 3 guys. It was going to be a job and a half smoothing this all out.

“How would you like to come back to my house?” I said. “I can pay you.”

“No way, dude!” she said. “You’re probably one of those kidnapper guys who’s going to sell me as a sex slave or something.”

“I promise, I won’t do anything like that,” I said.

She shook her head, and started walking back to the house.

“Wait,” I said. “I’ll pay you. A lot of money.”

She paused with her back towards me.

“Like, how much money?”

I named a price, and it seemed to get her attention.

“Half up front,” she said. “And you’ve got a deal.”

I didn’t have the money on me, but she seemed to accept the idea of me driving to the ATM and getting half for up front. And so with the money in her hands after three separate ATM trips with three different cards, I had my wife’s body in the car and was on the way back home.

As we pulled into the driveway, I saw a car parked there, and two people stepping out.

It was my old college buddy Larry, and his girlfriend Stacy.

They waved as they saw “Lauren” and I approach.

“Hey, Tom,” he said. “Lauren, how have you two been?”

We stepped out of the car.

“Wow,” ‘Lauren’ said, bitting her lips as she looked at Tom. “You’re fucking gorgeous, dude. I’ll suck your cock for $20 if you want.”

Stacy’s eyes widened. “What’s gotten into you, Lauren?”

I grabbed “Lauren”’s shoulders, and started guiding her to the house.

“Uh, Lauren has had a bit too much to drink,” I said. “She’s not feeling very well.”

“I wasn’ drinkin’ silly,” she slurred out. “I just had like 5 pot brownies, and had like twenty puffs of my man Marty’s vape.”

“I didn’t know that you smoked,” Stacy squeaked out.

‘Lauren’ somehow got free of my grasp, and stood in front of Stacy, sizing her up. “If you, like, knew half the things I’ve put inside my body, your toes would probably curl.” She giggled.

“What?” Stacy said.

I grabbed Lauren, and guided her back to the door.

“Point is, Lauren isn’t feeling very good,” I said.

I opened the door, but Lauren managed to say, “But my name isn’ even Lauren, why do you people keep calling me that?” As I pushed her into the apartment.

My wife-in-the-hooker’s body was standing in the front door, tapping her feet.

“What’s all this then?” my wife asked. “Who’s this?”

Luckily, the Unaware option at least meant she wasn’t freaking out about her body standing in front of her. But she did look judgementally at the trashy clothes.

But still, I had been hoping to get this all worked out without her ever becoming aware.

“This is, uh, Kittie Lynn,” I said.

“I’m a hooker,” Kittie Lynn giggled.
Welp. There was no getting out of this conversation now.

“Ah,” my wife said, raising an eyebrow. “And why did you bring a hooker into our house?”

“Oh my god!” Kittie Lynn exclaimed. “Are we, like, having a threesome now? I love threesomes!”

I tried to deny it, but my wife seemed to have latched on to the threesome exclamation. After a few back and forths, her expression softened, and she said.

“I wish you would have told me you wanted a threesome, honey,” she said. “I would have liked to prepare more, but if you want, I guess we can do it… But only as a one time anniversary present, and I don’t want anyone else to ever find out about it!”

When my brain processed what it just heard, my heart started beating quickly.

I just wanted to change the two of them back, but if I had a quick threesome, it wouldn’t hurt anyone, right?

I told the two of them to go up to the bedroom, and grabbed the remote for afterwards from the basement.

When I arrived, my wife and the hooker were down to their lingerie, and it was a sight to behold. They started making out with each other to get me going and playing with each other’s bodies, before inviting me to join them.

My wife’s body, piloted by the hooker was a sexy and seductive vixen. While my wife in the hooker’s body was tender and loving as always.

It was a potent combination. In the arms of these two women, I could go from making love to fucking in no time flat. It was dissorienting and so, so hot.

My wife’s body would tease me with the expert knowledge of the hooker, get me so close and then pass me off to the hooker’s body. It was an amazing back and forth, and my hands found purchase on tantalizing flesh wherever I groped.

Finally, with my tongue between the hooker’s legs, and my cock deep in my wife’s body, I came like I had never cum before. When I came up for air, it was clear both women had cum multiple times throughout our love-making.

We panted there for a while, before my wife’s body stood up and asked where the cash was.

I pointed at my pants on the floor, and picked up the device to switch them back. But when I pressed the button-

Fizz. Pop!

The device burst into flames, and I realized the battery must have exploded or something.

Without thinking, I threw it into the trash and ran to get a extinguisher from the basement.

When I came back, I noticed that my wife was alone in the bedroom. I put out the fire in the trash can and put it out on the porch so we wouldn’t breath in fumes from melting plastic.

“Where did La-, uh, Kittie Lynn go?” I asked coming back in.

My wife looked strangely at me. “Um, she was taking off. Said she got what she came here for.”

My eyes opened in alarm. I ran out of the house and found Kittie Lynn waiting on the sidewalk.

“Wait!” I said. “You can’t leave yet.” I couldn’t let her get away with my wife’s body!

“Why not?” she said, looking at me. “Want a round two, big boy?”

I frantically tried to think of a way to keep her here long term. Making a new device was going to be a long term project.

“Where are you staying right now?” I asked. “How much are you paying for rent?”

“You are a freaky stalker!” she said, her eyes widening in fear.

“No, no! I just. Uh, I want to make an offer, a proposition. What if I let you live at my house, for free. Not just free - I’ll, uh, pay you!”

My wife’s face had a look of surprise on it. I sort of knew this look, although there just little differences here or there that portrayed the new mind behind them.

“Hm…” my wife said. Kittie Lynn. I had to keep reminding myself this was Kittie Lynn! “Well, you did pay quite a bit. You’re rich or something right?”

I breathed a sigh of relief. She was at least considering it.

“Yes!” I said. “My wife and I are rich, and we have a guest room. You could do you work, but you can do it from my house. And I’ll pay you to stay and let us fuck you whenever you want.”

Kittie Lynn considered my words for a moment.

Finally she shrugged, and nodded. “Okay, I’ll stay in the guest bedroom. But if you try anything funny, I’ll call the police. I swear I will!”

I felt myself collapse, as I followed her into the house. I didn’t know how I was going to explain this to my oblivious wife. Why was I going to let a hooker stay in our house? And I didn’t know what I was going to do about family and friends. The encounters so far had been disastrous.

But a part of me was happy too. If I could convince my wife that this was alright, I would be looking forward to a few weeks of mind blowing sex. And that wasn’t so bad, was it?
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Re: The Morning After (wife-hooker swap)

Postby ntgann » Tue May 03, 2022 4:43 am

Hope there is a second part.
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Re: The Morning After (wife-hooker swap)

Postby Anostus » Thu Jun 23, 2022 1:39 pm

Part 2

“What part of ‘one time thing’ did you not understand?” my wife said when I told her the news.

“I’m really sorry!” I said. “It’s just Kittie Lynn here needs a place to stay, and I figured last night was so nice-”

“No! Absolutely not!” she said, putting her hands on her hips. It was a little hard to take her stern tone seriously when her big fake boobs were right in my face. “I will not have a prostitute staying in our house. What if the neighbors find out? What if,” she lowered her voice, “what if she brings in the wrong sort of people? Or drugs? I don’t want any of that shit in my house, and that’s final.”

“Lauren, please hear me out,” I said.

She put her head in her hands. “Ugh, I should have known better than to have that threesome for our anniversary. What is it, do you love this little trollop now or something?”

I walked up to her, and tried to embrace her, but she pushed me away.

“Babe,” I said desperately. “You’re the only one I love, the only one I could ever love. You know that, right?”

She frowned then sighed. “I know that.”

“Well, please trust me a little. I think it would be good to show this Kittie Lynn girl a bit of Christian charity, be Good Samaritans, you know? It’ll only be for a week or two, I promise. I’ll take full responsibility for everything, and make sure she leaves when we need her to.”

My wife looked thoughtful for a moment. I reflected on the fact that in the brief time I had met the real Kittie Lynn, she had never looked thoughtful. It was strange seeing a 19-year old move and speak with the wisdom of an older, more mature and intelligent woman.

“Fine,” she finally said. “Fine, but I’m serious about no more threesomes. And I don’t want you and her getting up to anything, not a single damn thing. And I want her to keep her work out of our house. The first whiff I catch of her bringing someone over here or you stepping a toy out of line, we’re done. Understood?”

I nodded. That hadn’t been quite what I had negotiated with Kittie Lynn, but it would do just fine. I just needed my wife’s body in proximity while I got the swapping device working again.

* * *

The next day, I awoke alone in bed, and wandered blearily into the kitchen. I saw my wife helping herself to breakfast, and walked up behind her and hugged her and kissed her from behind.

“Woah, what are you doing, mister?” she said, pushing me back.

It took me a few moments for my sleepy brain to catch up and realize that I had just tried to kiss and hug my wife’s body out of habit. Of course, Kitty Lynn was piloting it, and she wasn’t used to me doing anything intimate like that.

“Oh, geez, I’m sorry,” I said. “I thought you were my wife from behind. It won’t happen again.”

Kittie Lynn’s eyes narrowed, but she decided to change the subject. “This is a nice place you got here, it’ll be perfect for my clients.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” I said. “I thought I told you yesterday, my wife isn’t okay with you bringing clients here. You said that was fine.”

Kittie Lynn giggled. “Oh, right. I totes remember us saying something like that. My bad, I was pretty high yesterday. It’s kind of funny actually,” she said. “Everyone at Milo’s crib said I looked different or something, but I don’t know what they were talking about! I’m my usual sexy self.”

She ran her hands suggestively down her body, outlining her curves, and putting herself on display for me. I found myself getting aroused in spite of myself. My wife had always been my type - and even as she had started to show small signs of aging, her body still looked incredible. And Katie Lynn still smelled of day old weed and cigarettes, and sex and the way she moved just oozed sensuality.

I had always attributed my wife and I’s dead bedroom to her. *She* was the one with the lower sex drive, *she* was the one who kept saying she wasn’t in the mood. But was it possible that I had lost sight of what a sexy woman she really was?

Maybe I had started taking her for granted. Maybe she had noticed it.

In any case, Kittie Lynn in my wife’s body was an absolute smoke show. I found myself staring in spite of myself. The big boobs and hooker body my wife now occupied had a raw sexuality to them, sure, but the woman in front of me right now was the one I wanted to grow old with, the eyes that had enchanted me, the mouth that had bewitched me and taught me what love and connection were.

I was reluctant to admit it to myself, but while I did love my wife’s personality, I loved who she was, staring at her body piloted by another woman made me realize how much my attraction, my bond was with her physicality, her embodiment.

What can I say, I’m a weak man. My heart longed for partnership and spiritual connection, but my body longed for familiarity. For the lips that I had woken up to for the last seven years, for the back that I could trace like the back of my hand, for the skin whose touch had always given me comfort.

“Woah, I was only joking,” Kittie Lynn said. “Didn’t your wife say she didn’t want any funny business under your roof while I’m staying here? I’m, like, heading out soon anyways.”

“Where is Lauren?” I asked, trying to distract myself from how much I longed for the embrace of my wife’s body right now.

“Oh, she said she was working from home in the office, and didn’t want me disturbing her for any reason. I don’t think she likes me.”

“It’s not you,” I said. “She’s just a little judgemental of your lifestyle and the way you dress.”

Kittie Lynn giggled. God, Lauren’s body was so ethereal when that tinkling giggle came out of her mouth. It had been so long since she had laughed like that - she was always such a serious woman.

“You don’t seem to mind the way I dress,” she said seductively. Then she looked around furtively, and took a step forward and kissed me on the cheek.

The feeling of the kiss lingered there.

I pulled her into an embrace, and started kissing her on the mouth. I couldn’t help myself. Even if my brain knew better, all my body knew was that this was the body of the woman I had married, the person who I had built a home with, and who I loved to make love to from time to time.

Kittie Lynn smiled after the kiss.

“But what about your wife?” she said.

“You are my-” I caught myself. “You’re the one I want right now.”

Kittie Lynn wrapped her arms around me, and got on her tippy toes to whisper in my ear. “This is going to cost you big boy, can you pay up?”

I nodded. God, having her so close to me. Being able to smell her familiar scent, feeling her heart beating against my chest. It was exactly what I needed right now.

We continued to kiss, and I guided us backwards into the bedroom. I locked the door behind me.

Kittie Lynn wasted no time in stripping down. This was all business for her, and she wasn’t really about foreplay.

She jumped back onto the bed, and spread her legs for me.

“What are you waiting for big boy?” she said, a sparkle in her eye.

I looked down at my wife’s body. It was so strange seeing it move this way, but also so inviting. I had wanted us to work up to this point, to be slowly convinced to make love to her by her gentle foreplay, her charming movements, but Kittie Lynn didn’t have the patience for such things.

Still, this was something I felt like I needed. Fucking Lauren in Kittie Lynn’s body had been hot as hell, and the threesome had been a novelty, but this was what I was used to. Just me and Lauren’s body alone, and neither of those incidents had truly satisfied me, or made up for months of a cold bed with my wife.

I felt a pang of guilt, but then I looked at the incredible body before me, more modest than the exaggerated curves of the hooker, and I felt like I was at home.

I got on top of her, and started by trying to make tender love to her. But Kittie Lynn had different plans.

“Harder! Come on, harder!”

I knew my wife’s body, I knew what usually got her off, but Kittie Lynn liked things a little more rough. She grabbed my hands, and shoved them onto her breasts.

“Come on, squeeze them, pinch them, I need to feel your passion, mister!” she said.

It was hot as hell, but it wasn’t quite what I had expected, what I really needed right now.

Though it didn’t take me long to adjust. Soon I was ravaging her.

Lauren had never let me do this before. I was rough, taking what I wanted, and her moans told me that it was exactly what she wanted. It wasn’t long before I realized that the mattress wasn’t enough, I roughly picked Lauren’s slight body up and pinned her against the headboard, kissing her roughly on the mouth.

“Fuck, just like that!” she said. “Your cock is fantastic.”

Lauren never spoke dirty like that. It drove my passions wild, soon I was like a beast. Unhinged, no limits, and the way her body squirmed beneath me told me that she was mine, that I was dominating her and making her feel heights of pleasure the two of us had never known together.

It wasn’t long before I felt the dam break, and I was filling her up with my warm, sticky cum.

After that, I rolled over, and she asked between panting breaths where I had a cigarette.

I shook my head. She looked annoyed, got up from the bed, and started putting her clothes on.

“Where’s the money?” she asked.

I pulled some bills out, crumpled them into her hand and she counted for a bit and went on her way, leaving me feeling alone and empty in the room.

* * *

After cleaning myself up, I went over to check on my wife. Should I tell her that I had already broken the ground rules she had set up? How could I explain that I only slept with Kittie Lynn because I thought it would give me some closure with Lauren, after months of nothing. It hadn’t worked in any case. Sure, have sex over the last three days had been nice, but all of them felt strangely empty in their own ways.

I never thought I’d want my old wife in her old body back so much. My last three encounters had been so hot, but they had all been missing something.

“What’s up?” she whispered. “I’m in a meeting right now.”

Fuck. I forgot that she was working in her hooker body.

I mouthed, ‘are you on mute?’

And she nodded her head.

“Has anyone mentioned anything strange about you this morning?” I asked.

“They did, now that you mention it,” she said. “They commented that my voice sounded really strange this morning. I said I must have a cold or something, but I got the sense they weren’t buying it. And… I don’t know quite how to put this, but I felt like it was hard to get taken seriously in the meeting this morning. People were talking over me much more than usual, but maybe that was in my head?”

I tried to keep a neutral expression. Kittie Lynn’s voice was nothing like my wife’s. My wife’s voice was a versatile instrument, dignified and commanding when it needed to be, and charming and loving when we were alone.

But Kittie Lynn’s vocal cords weren’t quite set up for that. It was girlish and high pitched, and even with my wife’s diction it couldn’t help but sound a little unserious, like a high schooler was trying to have an important conversation while not realizing how young and naive they sounded.

“That’s strange,” I said. “Oh, uh, by the way, I thought I should tell you, you probably shouldn’t go into work while Kittie Lynn is staying here. I trust her, but it’s still probably better to have at least one person home at all times.”

My wife rolled her eyes. “I’m way ahead of you on that front.”

“Good, good,” I said distrctedly. “And, uh, maybe don’t do any video calls. I’m sure Kittie Lynn won’t pop in, but you wouldn’t want to risk it.”

“Yeah, yeah,” she said, waving me away in annoyance. “I’m still in a meeting, we can talk later, okay?”

I whispered that I loved her, and after she failed to reply I walked away to drive to work.

I didn’t get as much time to look at the broken device as liked, but when I did have a few minutes to look over it, I knew it was going to be a job and a half to fix. I took stock of new components I would need made, and tried to do as much as I could over lunch.

Then it was back to the grind.

Part 3

Monday night, I hung out with my buddies. We usually just drank beers, chatted, watched a show or two together, and sometimes played something from Sammy’s huge video game collection. I’m not much of a gamer myself, but Sammy always has the latest console and the latest games, and it can be a fun way to pass the time.

While we were cracking into our second beers of the night, Jacob elbowed me and pulled me aside.

“I saw the strangest thing downtown the other day,” he said. “You’ll never guess what I saw!”

I hadn’t the foggiest idea.

“Your wife must have a doppleganger or something, because I saw this woman who looked just like her, except, well, why don’t you take a look!” He pulled out his phone and showed me a photo, taken from inside of a car.

There was no mistaking it, it was Lauren’s body leaning over the open car window, and clearly trying to negotiate a trick with the car’s occupant. She was dressed in the outfit I had found her in on Sunday.

My heart sunk.

Jacob was the only single guy in the group, and we all knew that he was a bit of a perve who sought out the services of women of the night from time to time. But I never imagined.

“Jacob,” I said, trying to hide the worry from my voice. “You, uh, didn’t sleep with the hooker who looked like my wife did you?”

He chuckled. “Well, at first, I couldn’t believe my eyes, and I asked her what she was doing in this part of town, and if you knew where she was. It didn’t take long talking to her to realize there was no way she was Lauren - your wife’s a smart cookie, and this girl was a few eggs short of a carton. Even if she was high as a kite, there was no way Lauren would say some of the things she said.”

My throat felt dry, and I pounded the table.

“Did you sleep with the hooker?” I asked.

Jacob’s smile fell. “Woah, dude! I already said, she just looked like your wife. You know I’d never touch Lauren, that’s against bro code.”

“But sleeping with a woman who looks just like a guy’s wife is totally a-okay according to the bro code, is it?” my voice was full of acid, and I could feel my blood starting to boil.

“Look, dude, I don’t know why you’re getting so worked up about this. I did sleep with the prostitute, alright, but if you’re going to get your panties in a bunch about it, I won’t do it again, okay?”

I wanted to punch him. He couldn’t have known that that really was Lauren, none of it was his fault, but the image that popped into my head of my skeevy friend sleeping with my wife’s body… I had tried to make peace with the idea that Kittie Lynn would still be working with my wife’s body throughout the week, but this was making it clear that I couldn’t actually deal with the jealousy.

Out of sight, out of mind just wasn’t good enough.

“Don’t ever lay a finger on that girl again, okay?” I said.

He nodded, looking a little scared at my outburst.

“I’m sorry dude, I never should have brought any of this up. I just thought you’d find it amusing, I didn’t know you were going to bite my head off.”

Seeing his contrition, I tried to reign in my anger. Part of me still wanted to kill him, but I knew it was all my fault in the end. How could I have let this happen?

“And you know what, I’m going to do you another favor and delete the picture I took of her from my spank bank?” he said. “I’m going to do that, because I’m your bro, okay?”

My anger started to rise again. I spit out the word, “Pictures?”

“Yeah, look, I’m going to delete them right here in front of you, okay?”

He started deleting photos beginning with the car interior shot of my wife leaning over it, and soon I saw a photo that looked like it had been taken in a seedy hotel room with my wife naked below the camera person.

“Wait the fuck up,” I said.

I snatched the phone from his hand before he could delete this photo.

I started swiping, and I saw all of the debauchery he had gotten up to with her. With each new picture, my self restraint was being tested. I couldn’t take it any more.

I decked him in the face, and yelled something incoherent as I dashed his phone against the ground. Then I stormed out of Sammy’s house, slamming the door behind me.

I cooled off a bit in sitting in the car. I regretted my reaction, but I’m only human. Seeing another man fucking my wife set me off in a way I didn’t quite grasp myself. I had never acted like that before. I never knew the deep well of jealousy that bubbled beneath the surface.

In any case, I knew I needed to do something productive with my anger, so I drove to the seedy part of town, looking for Kitty Lynn.

* * *

I almost didn’t see her as I cruised along the red light district, but it wasn’t entirely my fault. When I did spot her, her hair was now bleached blonde and she was wearing make up much heavier than I had seen her wearing before. And she had apparently been on a shopping trip, because she had on booty shorts that showed off her ass, a push up bra under an almost see through white top that showed off her cleavage and provided tantalizing peaks of her stomach and back, and fuck me boots that went up past her knees.

I would be lying if I said I didn’t check her out for a second or two longer than strictly necessary, but I did remember why I came here so I pulled up to her, and pulled down my window.

“Hey, handsome,” she said, but then a look of recognition crossed across her face. “Oh, it’s you. What do you want?”

“Get in the car,” I said, through gritted teeth.

“Are you gonna be able to pay up, big boy?” she purred.

“Get in the car now,” I said.

She looked a little worried, but nodded and got into the passenger seat.

I locked the door as she sat down.

“Okay, you’re freaking me out,” she said. “What do you want, mister?”

“How many guys have you fucked already today?” I asked.

She looked scared and didn’t answer. Instead she started fiddling with the door lock, trying to get out. I grabbed her hands roughly, and made sure she couldn’t escape. She was now struggling against my grip, but I held firm.

“Let go!” she said. “Why are you doing this!”

“Just answer the question,” I said. “How many guys have you fucked today?”

“Seven, okay?” she said, tears were streaming down her face now as she realized her struggle was futile. “It was seven, please just let me go. I don’t want you to hurt me.”

I looked at her in surprise. I was hurting her, scaring her! This woman who wore the face of the woman I loved. Seeing her make up start to smear made me feel ashamed of how I had been acting. I let my hands fall limply to my sides.

“Look,” I said. “I can’t let you keep doing this, it isn’t right.”

She let out a sob. “Please don’t hurt me!” she said. She glanced at the locked door, clearly wondering if she would be able to make another escape attempt. “I’ll sleep with you for free, mister. Please, I’ll do whatever you want, just let me go!”

My face hardened.

I didn’t know how long it would take to fix the device. I needed my wife’s body around, and I had probably screwed up any chance of earning her trust and keeping her there with the carrot.

“You work alone, don’t you?” I said. “No one to protect you.”

My words made her sob more, but she didn’t reply.

“ANSWER THE QUESTION!” I shouted.

She choked out the word, “Yes.”

“Okay,” I said. “Well, today’s your lucky day. I’m going to protect you from now on. You’ve been taking far too many stupid risks so far. That has to change.”

“What are you saying?” she said. “Do you want to be my pimp or something?”

Her words surprised me.

“A pimp?” I said. “No, it’s deeper than that. You belong to me now. Your body is mine. I don’t want you fucking anyone else. I don’t want you leaving the house unless I’m there to escort you. Is that understood?”

“Why are you doing this?” her voice cracked as she said the words. “Why me?”

“Because,” I said, wiping her tears. “You’re special to me. As long as you stick with me, all of your needs will be taken care of. You’ll have plenty to eat and drink, and you’ll never want for anything. But,” I raised my voice, “if you ever do something I don’t like, if you ever take a stupid unnecessary risk again, if you ever fuck another guy, you’re not going to like the consequences.”

I really don’t know how to describe the look she gave me after that. But she did hug me for a good and long time after my little speech. It was such a relief to have my wife’s body hug me in this way after so long, I finally felt like I was getting what I truly craved.

Eventually, I heard her mumble.

“I never-, No one’s ever, like, cared about my safety before,” she said. “You really meant what you said just now. I could tell. You want to protect me.” Then she giggled. “You’re my knight in shining armor, come to rescue me from my miserable life.”

We drove together in silence after that, but I caught her beaming at me every so often from the corner of my eyes.

* * *

In the morning, I woke up before Lauren. I glanced over at her ridiculous hooker body sleeping next to me. It still just didn’t feel right. Somehow, it felt as cold and dead as the porn I had lovelessly jacked off to for the last few months. I wanted my wife’s body next to me. Kittie Lynn’s body was good for fucking, but I felt no emotional connection with it.

I stumbled blearily downstairs, and was surprised to find Kitty Lynn making breakfast.

“Oh, wow!” she said. “You woke up earlier than I expected. I was hoping to get you breakfast in bed, sir knight.” She winked, gave me a peck on the cheek, and went back to working.

I felt a pang of shame remembering how harsh I had been yesterday.

“Hey, um…” I said. “I’m really sorry if I freaked you out yesterday. With all the stuff I said.”

Kitty Lynn shook her head, and smiled at me. “No, I’ve had time to, like, process it, and I realize I was the one being unreasonable. No one has ever really loved me, and I’ve been burned a lot by guys, but I realized that with you… something is different. The way you look at me, it’s obvious that you really do love me. I noticed it when we started fucking yesterday morning as well, you were so tender at the start, and I can’t believe I pushed you to something rougher,” she looked down bashfully. “I guess, I’ve just been afraid of intimacy, but with you, I just feel like you’ve loved me for years. Like you see the real me.”

I felt a complex mix of emotions. I did love Kittie Lynn, or at least the body she now inhabited. I couldn’t help it, mankind didn’t evolve to fall in love with souls. We are embodied beings, and somehow the tangible was the more important thing for my oblivious brain. As a man of faith, I felt so dirty running over these musings in my head, over and over again.

As I stewed in these thoughts, I heard my wife stumble downstairs.

“You’re just in time,” Kittie Lynn said brightly. “I’ve made enough for everyone.”

She transferred the eggs and toast to plates, and set them in front of us. Then sat down at the table.

“Since when is the whore eating with us?” Lauren hissed.

“Hey, don’t be a meanie!” Kittie Lynn said. “I was trying to do something nice, to thank you two for welcoming me into your home.”

Lauren sighed. “Well, you’ve been well behaved so far. I don’t regret letting you in here yet, but I’ll keep an eye on you!”

“Actually,” I said. “Kittie Lynn has some good news, doesn’t she?”

Kittie Lynn looked embarrassed. “I’m going to quit my, uh, line of work. I’m not going to whore myself out anymore.”

Lauren looked suspicious, her eyes passing from Kittie Lynn to me. “How… interesting. And how did this sudden change of heart come about?”

Kittie Lynn giggled. “Tom and I had a nice discussion yesterday, and it made me realize that I didn’t have to keep doing that to myself. I’m safe now, you know?”

Lauren frowned, but didn’t say anything more. The rest of breakfast was tense with palpable tension.

When we finished up, Kittie Lynn loaded the dishwasher, and my wife sulked off to the office to work.

“What now?” Kittie Lynn asked curiously. There was an eager anticipation there.

“Well,” I said. “I’ve got work to do, but I can do it at home if I want. You want to keep me company?”

She nodded eagerly.

I led her down to the downstairs basement, and Kittie Lynn was amazed at how disorganized and messy it all was.

“How do you find anything down here?” she asked.

“Well, I don’t most of the time. Honestly, I waste a lot of time finding the right notes.”

Kittie Lynn smiled brightly. “Why don’t I do you a favor? I could totally organize this place for you, it wouldn’t be any trouble at all.”

I smiled at her. “That’s very sweet of you, but I couldn’t impose.”

“No, it’s nothing!” she said. “It would make me happy to help you.”

I couldn’t say no to her, not with the face she was making.

So I was working in the corner, and she got to work cleaning the basement up. When lunch time came around, I was surprised at how much she had gotten done. Papers were in neat stacks, and all of my various devices had been sorted into boxes.

“Wow, you’re really good at this,” I said.

“Anything for my protector,” she said happily. “What are you working on?”

She leaned on me to look down at the device I was tinkering with.

“This,” I said, pausing for a moment, wondering if I should tell her. “This is a memory altering device. I can create or change memories, but the most important thing is that it can swap two people’s minds.”

She giggled. “No way, you’re, like, totally joking, right?”

“No, I’m being serious. When I get this thing working, it should be able to swap two people and make it so they’re not even aware of any change.”

“Who would you want to switch?” she said, her hand gently brushing my shoulder. “Do you have anybody in mind?”

I shivered at her touch.

“Oh, I’m just experimenting with it,” I lied. “It’s just a matter of curiosity. I’m never going to use it.”

She hugged me tightly. “You’re such a whizz! No wonder you’re so smart. I can’t believe a generous, kind man like you fell for a girl like me. What did I do to deserve you?”

Before I had a chance to correct her, the door to the basement opened. Lauren poked her head in.

“Hey, Tom, I’m going to head into the main office,” she said. “I’ve got some stuff-”

But then she saw Kittie Lauren hugging me.

Her face twisted into a scowl. She slowly closed the door, and I heard her footsteps walk away.

“Oh, shit,” I said. “I’ve got to go talk to my wife!”

I ran upstairs and rushed after her. I caught her getting into her car.

“How could you!?” she shouted. “I told you I didn’t want anything more to happen between you and Kittie Lynn, but behind my back you’re letting herself drape herself over you. What else have you two been doing?”

I knew I had screwed up. Admittedly, I had pretty much screwed up since I switched their bodies, but I knew I needed to do damage control.

“Lauren,” I said. “Lauren, you know I love you, and I would never betray you.”

“Oh yeah?” she said. “Tell you haven’t slept with her in the time we’ve had her here as a guest?”

“I’ve only ever wanted to sleep with you,” I said. “I only wanted things to be more like they used to be - I’d never have sex where you weren’t involved somehow.”

Lauren stared daggers at me. I had bent the truth, but I hadn’t exactly lied. But she still knew I wasn’t being completely honest.

“I’ve got work to do,” she said coldly. “I’m going into the office. If you love me, get rid of that ditz before I get back.”

And she drove away.

Wait a second. If she went into the office, people would see her new hooker body!

That wasn’t going to go over well. I tried calling Lauren, but she didn’t answer the phone.

I rushed down stairs. “Get up here, we’re going to try and intercept my wife.”

Kittie Lynn was confused, but nodded and followed after me. We got into the car, and sped down the street to my wife’s work.
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