My beautiful wife and I were lying in our king-size bed, she in a sleeveless nightgown and I in a pair of pajama pants, listening to a '90s station on our clock radio. A pleasant summer night, our bedroom window was open, and the distant sounds blended with the songs on the radio.
Being a work night, we were not getting ready for anything in particular, just listening to the music and engaging in minor conversation.
Most of the songs were familiar to both of us, and many had particular memories attached.
A lot of our sentences began with, "Do you remember..."
One song the DJ played was by the Cowboy Junkies, actually a duet between Margo Timmins, the band's lead singer, and the late John Prine, called, "If You Were The Woman, And I Was The Man."
It is not a secret between my very sexy and far from jealous wife and me that I think Margo Timmons is a very pretty woman, and much of my attraction to the Cowboy Junkies music stems from this fact.
So whenever one of their songs comes on the radio, we both kind of stop talking and just listen.
By the way, and in case you have not heard the song, there is nothing even remotely dirty or risqué in the lyrics, no double entendres, nothing suggestive, even to someone with a dirty mind or over-active imagination -- guilty!
So we just laid there, side by side, as the song played, while visions of the pretty singer danced safely in my head.
When the song was over, my wife spoke.
"What would you do," she asked, "if you were the woman, and I was the man?"
"Fellatio," I replied without a moment of hesitation. "I would suck you to non-stop orgasms, and swallow all of your big, juicy loads. You would ejaculate into my mouth so many times, they would have to give you intra-venous Vitamin E just to keep you from passing out!"
"Thought about this much, have you?" she asked with an impish grin, reaching under the covers to discover my incredible arousal.
"Well, you asked," I answered, not trying to hide my enthusiasm.
"You are such a semen-swallowing harlot," she teased, lowering the waist-band of my pajama pants and tightening her grip on my rigid member, squeezing me pleasurably.
"I have only tasted my own semen, so far," I clarified, "but I would love to taste yours, if I was the woman, and you were the man."
"You are really turning me on!" she half-whispered in a very husky voice.
Then she pulled down the bed covers and engulfed my throbbing erection in one swift movement, mumbling with her mouth full of her favorite thing, "You ark the wub who ish gonta need Vibamin E!"
She really knows how to use her lips, tongue, and throat to bring me extreme pleasure, and if I could do the same thing to her, like, the exact same thing, I would do it all day and night and swallow so much of her semen my stomach would slosh every time I moved. That is how much I love her, and that is how much I would love to suck her to orgasm, if I was the woman and she was the man.
Needless to say, she did not disappoint in her spontaneous undertaking, and neither did I, filling her mouth with a hot load of semen and pulling her face up to mine for a passionate kiss and snowball.
We both fell asleep that night with semen on our lips and in our bellies.
I got out of bed a short while later, or was I dreaming?
I walked to the bathroom, in that half-awake and half-dreaming state, barely noticing that I was wearing her nightgown.
She has such a sense of humor! It was not unusual for her to dress me in her own nightgown on the occasions when I was the first to fall asleep. She says she thinks it is sexy, and I suppose I do too!
When I stood at the toilet in the dimly-lit bathroom and lifted my wife's nightgown, I nearly freaked out! Instead of what I was expecting to see, there was nothing there! Actually, there was something there, to be sure, just not what I was accustomed to seeing. What I found myself staring down upon was a smoothly-shaven vulva nestled between two equally smoothly-shaven legs!
I stepped back and looked in the mirror, and my wife's face stared back at me, with an expression of shock and horror that certainly matched the way I was feeling right about then.
I raised my hands to my chest, and there were my darling wife's pert breasts, inside of her nightgown, which I was wearing!
I reached one hand between my legs and traced the folds of the vulva, then inserted two fingers into the vagina, wiggled them back and forth, and licked them clean. It was definitely my wife's sweet nectar, I would recognize that taste anywhere! And she tasted aroused, or rather, I tasted aroused!
I quickly shed my wife's nightgown for a full view of myself, and even in the dim illumination of our bathroom night-light, the reflection in the mirror was the sexy woman I loved, yet I was the only one there!
This further confounded me, but it also turned me on incredibly! I could feel the temperature between my legs rise, and I was notably wet down there!
Was this how it felt to be a woman?
I sat down on the lid of our toilet, spread my legs, and began masturbating furiously with the handle of one of my wife's hair-brushes, or rather, one of my hair-brushes, licking and sucking the vaginal exudate from the handle in between plunges.
