He groaned, his head pounding, his vision completely blurry. He felt like he had been thrown through a brick wall. He moved his arms around, clutching to the soft comforter and steadied himself against the headboard of the bed. He took some breaths, reached up, touched his temples and felt two sticky pads which he then ripped off. He looked around. This wasn't in his bedroom. This wasn't his bed. He looked down. These weren't his hands. As he lifted his head again, he saw the door on the wall across from him open. Steam flowing out of it. My wife Melissa stepped out, drying her hair, standing in a tank top and small purple panties.
"Morning, sleepy head," she smiled and walked over. "How are you feeling?"
"I— I—" his voice stuttered.
She crawled into the bed, towards him and whispered "happy birthday." And then kissed him. Her soft lips on his. And he thought 'it worked! I can't believe it actually worked!' My wife started to lean back but he pulled her in for another kiss. She giggled and kissed him. She giggled more as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. If she had opened her eyes and looked into his, maybe she would have seen. Maybe she would have noticed that those weren't the eyes of her husband but the eyes of her husband's friend Scott.
Melissa sat back up in the bed to the right of Scott as he admired her. She was 32, but looked younger. Black curly hair, an adorable face, fat pouty lips, large glasses that Scott thought had always made her look like a hot nerd character from an 80's movie. And then his eyes continue down my wife's mocha body. He took in her half asian half middle eastern features and thought to himself she's such a delicious mix of both worlds. The tank top barely covering her perky titties. B cups. 32b to be exact. Scott knew this because he had gone snooping through her underwear drawer when he had been watching over our house while we were out of town one weekend.
Her tits look so delicious, he thought. And with this thin of a tank top he was finally seeing the color and outline of her dainty dark brown nipples. His cock throbbed, getting a closer glimpse of what he had downbloused all these years.
"What time is it by the way?" my wife asked as she turned, her pantied ass facing Scott.
He sat there and stared. 'This' he thought 'this is her middle eastern half.' He thought that because she had such an unbelievably plump and spankable brown ass. All of my friends stared at it. All of my friends wanted to touch it. Scott glanced in the mirror and saw my face looking back at him. He smiled. All of my friends wanted to touch my wife's ass. And now he could. For the next hour.
Scott couldn't believe the body swap had worked. He had spent a minor fortune to get it to work. But he had a plan to make that money back. He scrambled to the side of the bed and found my phone. He unlocked it with the phone's facial recognition and downloaded an app. He kept glancing back at my wife. 'Good' he thought 'her back is still turned.' His fingers raced as he signed in. A green checkmark appeared. He gulped. He tapped a button that said "blank screen" and the screen went dark. He gulped again and then sat up and positioned the phone to face my wife's ass hoping the app worked. He then started reaching out his hand.
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Somewhere else, I woke up. Just like Scott, I felt like I had been hit by something or that I had washed up from a shipwreck. With all the energy I had, I lifted my head. "Hello," I croaked. Three guys turned to me. One of them, who was eating takeout food from a container, nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw me and put down his food. He raced over and peeled two pads with wires attached from my temples and tossed them aside.
"Hey man, how are you feeling?" The guy asked.
"Not great... where am I?" I answered and asked. I looked around. It was some sort of ramshackle laboratory. Computers and computer equipment everywhere, wires, boxes full of devices. It was dark which was good because the bright screens near the other two were hurting my eyes.
"I'm Greg. Those two are Ken and Roger. How's it going, man? Hey, happy birthday."
I tried to move but my arms were restrained. I was tied up.
"I... I can't move my arms" I said.
"I know," Greg replied, "you're gonna be stuck for a bit but don't worry, you'll be back in an hour. By the way you have a beautiful wife."
"What?" I asked.
"A beautiful wife," repeated Greg.
"Yeah, seriously beautiful," added Ken. He turned a screen to face me. It was my wife. It was her ass. On the screen next to it was her name: Melissa Lake. And an eyeball icon with '57 viewers' and a money symbol with '$164' although every few seconds it'd pop up another dollar or so.
"God that's a nice ass," Roger sighed. I sat there petrified and confused, as a hand entered frame and crept towards my wife's precious ass. It was then that I nearly passed out. That was my hand.
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Scott's hand crept and crept towards my wife until his fingertips made contact. He let out an audible moan. It was so soft. So warm. So perfect. He would have bit his finger with his other hand if he didn't have to hold the phone steady.
My wife turned around as Scott's hand grazed her left cheek.
"Haha someone's feeling frisky this morning," she grinned.
Scott just kept staring at her ass. "It's so perfect," he managed to say. My wife chuckled and turned around and kissed Scott again on the lips. She then raised her lips to his ear.
"Got any requests, birthday boy?" she asked in a hushed voice.
"S-so many," stuttered Scott.
"Tell me each and every single one," my wife whispered back.
"Let me see your tits," Scott stammered.
My wife noticed a change in tone and voice. But she figured I was doing a fun little game. And she as in the mood to play. She leaned back grinning like a devil, took the bottom of her tank top into her hands and lifted as Scott held up the cellphone.
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The three cheered. My wife's tank top lifted and on their large screens I saw my wife's perky half asian tits. She dropped her tank top and smiled at Scott, completely unaware of the phone in his hand, the phone that was beaming this view to the three strangers before me and what was now 104 viewers.
