A Bewitched series fan fiction for mature audiences and set in an alternate universe.
Synopsis: This is a retelling of the classic Bewitched Season 7 Episode 21(over all episode 221) story where Sam and Louise accidently trade places. In the original, the physical transfer takes place as the ladies are waking up and only witches like Sam and her mother can see the real Samantha for who she is. In a slightly different universe it only takes one key change to make for a different story. In this story we have two. First being that the transference occurs when Sam goes into REM sleep. The second being the maid Esmeralda the maid is the first to see that Louise acting like Sam. Of course there are other differences that a modern man would 'read between the lines' of the lives that characters created in the mid-sixties could not possibly display on prime time television of the time, but that is what makes it fun. Not to plagiarize, but I did make use of a few lines and set up the opening part from the originally aired episode to enhance the continuity, but the similarity will quickly drift from there. I hope you enjoy reading this story.
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As Darrin approaches the bed he sees his beautiful wife poring over a thick book and thinks, not for the first time, how lucky a man he is. Already he felt his manhood reacting to his sweet wife already sitting in bed, but then he noticed the worried look on her face. As he sat he turned to get a good look at the title and asked "'Marital Unrest'? Why did you buy a book about that?'
Samantha replied without looking up "I didn't. Louise Tate loaned it to me." Darrin found himself more confused by her answer and couldn't help but ask "Why?" Sam lowered the heavy tome and discussed the situation with her husband. He asked all the right questions as to Sam's feelings on the issue without taking an accusatory air or being the slightest bit threatened and, not for the first time, the young witch was happy she had met this darling man. The conversation only lasted a few minutes before the couple kissed and went to sleep happy in their strong relationship.
Still Sam was worried about Louise and her marriage to Larry. Of course, this was one of a thousand books Sam's best friend had read in order to make her marriage better. Even if the feel of the book wasn't verging on desperate acceptance of a lack luster life to maintain an odious relationship, all Sam ever saw was Louise working like crazy to improve things while Larry lazily reaped the benefits without lifting a finger. It galled Sam to her core and all she could do was wish with all her heart that she could help her friend have a happy marriage. As slumber embraced the young woman, that wish was her last conscious thought before slipping into a deep sleep.
Louise Tate was a very light sleeper. She had gone to bed early tonight partly out of frustration with her husband. She knew he loved her like she loved him, but did he have to take it so utterly for granted? It wasn't just that he missed birthdays and anniversaries. He also missed all the cues for physical intimacy she threw his way, and those cues were very, very many. Sure they still had sex, but missionary position twice a week was like setting a single Hors d'oeuvre in front of a staving woman.
Louise was, of course, not a slutty woman by any means but she was a very sexual woman and her needs were far from met. She never complained about it and certainly wouldn't walk on out Larry for it, but her biggest secret was that for every book on relationships she read cover to cover, she had done the same for at least two books on improving sex. This naughty secret had started as yet another means of improving the relationship but soon she found that it did in fact help her deal with a nearly absent husband. Soon she had scores of books on the subject and quite the set of toys in a secret stash to practice her lessons to perfection while still being faithful to her husband.
Tonight, Larry was working late again so she had put their son to bed and hit the hay early. Tonight she found herself in one of her most frequently recurring dream that she was Samantha and was having what she was certain was a frequent event at the Steven's house, an all-night marathon of lovemaking. It wasn't that Louise was obsessive about Darrin or that she would consciously fantasize about him. It was that she envied Sam's relationship with him and so desperately wanted to be married to a man just like him. Even unconscious, the passion of the dream was making the needy woman hot as a blast furnace as she imagined breaking out her carefully honed and perfected skills on her dream lover to explosive effect.
That was when things came to a head as it were. The dream erupted into a fiery physical release of her built up desire that rocked the woman's world. Louise had become quite accustomed to her dreams waking her so, and thanks to her light sleeping habits she could usually remember every tantalizing detail but this was different. The orgasm left her confused and feeling like the whole world had dropped out from under her. She almost felt a physical jolt when she came too with a start. It was dark and she felt lost like never before. It was like she couldn't remember who she even was, but the man's voice next to her reassured her. He asked "Are you alright honey?" as he turned on the bedroom light. The startled woman looked deeply into the eyes of her knight in shining armor, her loving husband. The woman cooed "I'm wonderful now darling." She took her man into a passionate embrace as she rolled slowly on top of him. In a fluid motion she removed her nighty top letting her bountiful bosom free to be admired and played with and purred "In fact, I have just the way to show you!" She leaned into the captivated man and kissed him even harder. As he added his own passion to the mix, she freed one hand to rip off her delicate panties and another to free his manhood from his pajamas.
As she rose again to tease his stiff staff with her glistening love mounds, she rubbed her damp pussy tantalizingly over his throbbing shaft while slowly rolling her hips for several long maddening minutes to leave him defenseless to her every desire. Tonight her husband would know he was the luckiest man on the planet because he had *her*!
Her plan was working better than she ever imagined and she was as lost in the pleasure as he was. This was far more fun and fulfilling that the hours of practice or even the books had described. As she lowered herself on her man he moaned "God Sam, you're a tigress tonight!" He devoutly worshiped her heaving breasts as Louise looked down on a very happy Darrin Stevens without a single thought as to why she was with him or why he had called her Sam. To her is was perfectly natural because to her mind and to every other mortal on the planet, she was the one and only Samantha Stevens, he was her husband, and she was only just getting started in what they would be doing all night long. The happy wife began to slowly pick up the pace of her pistoning motion and the entrancing gyration of her hips as she cooed "by the time I'm through we are both going to slip into a coma and we're only stopping to get the kids to daycare and for you to call in sick... for a few days!"
The real Samantha Stevens had quite a different night. She slept so soundly she nearly missed her husband getting ready for work. In fact, it was the surprise of an unexpected man's voice saying "OK, sleepyhead, time to get up" that raised her from her slumber. A startled Sam looked up into Larry's face and almost had a heart attack. Sam bolted upright in bed and declared "Larry! What are you doing here?"
