I was beginning to think that it never actually happened. Once again, the delineation that exists between memories and fantasies was becoming ever more difficult to define. I was convinced that my wife and I had switched bodies, just for a few hours, but the details as I remembered them were slipping into a softer focus as the weeks went by. But then it happened again.
This time, when we awoke, that initial confusion was absent. I had my wife's perfect body and she had mine. Whether it was real or not was no longer the issue. The question this time was how long was this going to last?
Little was said as we wiped the sleep from our eyes and looked each other over, as if for the first time once again. Admittedly, there was something narcissistic about admiring our own bodies when adorned by the other, but moreover, it just seemed like our attraction for one another was a constant that went beyond mere physicality. If our bodies were like clothes, she wore it well, but looked good no matter what.
As for our actual clothes, they had already joined each other in a wadded mess on the bedroom floor. When I kissed her, the oddness of my lips touching those of a man did strike me as awkward at first, but it was still my wife, after all. The longer our tongues had spent in this delicate dance, the harder it was to tell which one was whose anyway.
In the three and a half years that we had been married, and particularly since the last time that we had awoken in a body that was foreign but pleasantly familiar, we had come to share everything with one another, and our bodies were no exception. Even in ordinary circumstances, my penis belonged to her as much as it did to me, and her pussy was there whenever I wanted it. There was no question that the experience of a few months ago had brought us closer in practically every way.
And now we found ourselves in a situation that was almost identical. Once that initial awkwardness of essentially kissing ourselves had worn off, I felt my wife's warm hand on my breast. Her soft touch made me feel like melting wax, if only for a moment, and my pussy was already dripping with anticipation.
After a moment, she stood up rather abruptly, her hard cock swinging in the morning air, and she guided me by the hand to a standing position, where we continued to make out with eager hands. "Let's take a shower," she said in my voice. I had no idea that's actually what I sound like.
The water beaded and rolled off my attentive breasts as my body responded to my wife's hands upon them. We continued to kiss under in the steam of the shower as our heavy breathing took in the heavy air around us. Elizabeth's right hand soon found my throbbing pussy, which was aching to be touched. She knew exactly how to touch it, too.
She rolled my clit between her fingers and then glided her middle finger over the opening of my pussy, only teasing me with the hint of penetration. This continued for not more than thirty seconds before my legs grew weak under the force of an orgasm that arrived without warning. With the delicacy of a surgeon, she applied a constant pressure to my clit as the orgasm sent waves of pleasure throughout my shuddering body.
Then it was her turn. I guided her around and positioned myself behind her in the shower before wrapping my hand around her cock in the most familiar manner I could think of. She started bucking unconsciously against my naked, dripping skin as I worked my right hand along the length of her penis, massaging her balls with my left. A rhythm was soon established, and before either of us knew it, she was spurting cum all over the glass wall that had become translucent with condensation.
When we got out of the shower, out of habit, we each grabbed the robe that she and I usually wear only to find that they did not fit. I had on a blue robe that touched the floor, and she was wearing a pink robe that couldn't cover her cock, which was still partially erect. Then she noticed the time.
"Oh shit. I have to be to work in half an hour. I mean, you have to... oh, no. I better call in. Or you better call in."
She was in a mild state of panic, which I actually think is normal for a lawyer.
"I've got a presentation due in my World Lit class," I said. "I can't miss that."
"How long is this going to last?"
"How should I know? Last time, we went back to our own bodies after falling back asleep."
"We don't have time for that right now," she said, apparently growing more impatient with each wasted minute.
"So what do we do?"
"I don't know," she said. "Only one of us went to law school."
"And you probably don't know much about post-colonialism."
"Maybe you better give me a crash course."
"Yeah. Me, too."
I don't think either of us necessarily wanted to squander such a rare opportunity learning about a relatively boring legal case involving a traffic accident, and a grad school presentation about the effects of a consumerist culture in the third world nations of South America. Plus we were putting on clothes that felt kind of weird to be wearing.
"Hey. How do I look?" I asked, half joking, although I knew this skirt looked good on her.
"Damn. I'm hot."
"Yeah, you are." With that, I buttoned up the last button on her blouse. Oddly, the fact that the buttons were on the wrong side was one of the most awkward things that I had encountered in this altered state.
Elizabeth continued to fill me in on the details of her case as I drove to her office. Some guy honked at me, as if that has ever been a viable means of meeting attractive women. I rolled down my window to let him know that he was a complete idiot.
Meanwhile, Elizabeth didn't have to be to class until ten, so she was still hanging around the house, moving furniture, apparently just because she could. She also later told me that she had opened up three jars of pickles just for fun.
By the time I got to the office, Allison, my wife's assistant, was already briefing me on today's schedule. I had never actually seen her smile before, nor had I ever really noticed how hot she was. When she leaned over my desk, I could see right down her blouse. She blushed for both of us when she caught me looking. I asked her to cancel all of my meetings, as I had a lot of work to do today.
Of course, all that hard work, at least for the first couple of hours, mostly entailed doing searches on the internet, which inevitably led to some hot videos of lesbians licking each other's pussies. What can I say? I may have been in a woman's body, but inside, I was still a man.
