Lust for Wife

"I swear to god, Lucas, if you keep making eye contact with me, I'm going to break your wife's fucking nose."

I kept my grip on Max's silk panties. "If we don't give them a show, they're not going to swap us back. Sack up."

Rebecca interrupted from the other side of the room where she and Tracy were sitting in our bodies. "Excuse me, 'ladies.' I hear an awful lot of talking, and not much of that 'lezzing out' that you seemed so excited for."

I gritted my teeth and forced myself to smile. "Of course, hon. We were just getting into it. Right, Max?"

He scrunched up Tracy's face as he closed his eyes and all but lunged at me. His lips pressed aggressively against mine, forcing me to pull back. "Fuck, dude! Not so rough!"

"Give me a break," he muttered quietly as he reached around for my bra. I knew he was trying to hurry up and get it over with, but I still had to fight back an impulse to cover my chest. The smug grin on my old body's face told me that at least Rebecca was enjoying the show.

I gasped and turned my head back to Max. His tongue was on my nipple! So this is why my wife moaned every time I touched her there. Fuck, I was sensitive. My breathing quickened with each flick back and forth.

I pulled his head against my fat tits. Didn't even think about it. His eyes went wide, but his tongue stayed put. Something had just flipped in my body, or my brain, or both. I couldn't even rationalize it as being part of the performance. I wanted--needed--him to keep going.

What little clothing we had continued to fall to the floor. Our moans became more convincing. Across the room, our wives were watching intently, their legs spread apart. As Rebecca's eyes met mine, she leaned back and slipped a hand into her pants.

She's getting turned on watching you in her body. The thought shouldn't have excited me so much.

"Are you getting as wet as I am?" Max asked shakily. I don't think he was acting.

Before I could work up a response, Rebecca's strained voice called to me, "Sit on his face and let him find out."

I didn't offer even token resistance. Max's face pressed into my crotch as I knelt over him. The detached feeling of being in my wife's body had disappeared. I wanted his tongue between my thick thighs, licking my soaking wet pussy.

"Ohh, fuck," I whimpered. "Yes, yes, eat me out, just like that."

An urgent heat pulsed through the room. I could feel Rebecca staring at my ass, watching it wobble every time I rocked my hips. The sound of her stroking her cock only made me burn hotter.

One stupid comment had led me here, my hands running over the curves of a body about to come undone. My only coherent thought amidst the chaos was that there was no way back from this. This was a new beginning for all of us.

But first, I needed to come.

Oh, fuck. I tensed up, every moan begging Max not to stop. I could hear him fingering himself beneath me.

I needed to come.

"Yes... yes... right there, oh my god, don't stop!" Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuck!!