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?