A New Reality

The weekend is coming to a close. I'm still in Kate's body. Her husband hasn't seemed to notice anything off about me. We haven't talked much these past two days. Sure, there have been words said and pleasantries spoken, but there has been no real substance to our conversations. It's like we're a couple that's been married for years. This has all been advantageous, seeing as I'm not really who I'm pretending to be. I guess the best way to hide my true identity is to just not say much at all. This hasn't seemed to bother Jake very much. We've been too busy doing other things. Between sharing meals and small talk, we've spent most of our time fucking.

At first I felt guilty for having sex with someone other than my wife, but I quickly rationalized it in my head. Not only is this what I have to do to keep from drawing suspicion, but I'm also assuming that my wife is busy doing the same things. If Kate is as insatiable as her husband is, then she's had my dick buried deep inside my wife. I've definitely been keeping Kate's body busy. I tell myself that it's what I have to do to win the prize money, but if I'm being honest with myself, I'm actually really starting to like having a pussy. I definitely want to have my old body back, but it does feel amazing to have sex as the opposite gender.

It's now the last day of this crazy reality show. We received a message this morning that we were to gather with other guests for a farewell meal later this evening. I'm assuming that this is where I'll get my old body back. I'm starting to wonder what that will be like. How will Abby react to finding out that she's just spent the weekend with a woman that has been masquerading as me? How will she react to finding out that for the past three days I've been living life as a woman and that I've been getting fucked by Kate's husband? I guess I'll find out later tonight. Hopefully any prize money won will soften the blow of finding out that she's secretly been participating in this weird swingers experiment.

We leave our room and head for our dinner date. The meal is being served outside by the pool. There is a long table piled with a large assortment of food. Jake and I are the first to arrive. Just as we are about to take our seats, I see my wife walk in. I haven't seen her in several days, and it's exciting. I then notice her holding hands with someone that looks just like me. I obviously know it's Kate. That doesn't dampen the feelings of jealousy that surge through me. It's not like I've been innocent myself. I can tell by the way she is glowing and by the way she is hanging onto "my" arm that they've definitely been intimate.

"Nice to see you again, Kate," my old voice says to me. "This is my wife, Abby

I reach out to shake my wife's hand while continuing to pretend that I've never met her before. I don't know how much longer this charade has to last, but I'm determined to not blow my cover at the very end.

"Hello Abby. Nice to meet you. I believe you've already met my husband Jake. Jake, this is Tripp," I say.

"How has your weekend been? Have you two been enjoying yourselves?" Abby asks.

As Abby says this, I watch as she exchanges a look and a grin with "Tripp.". That's all I need to see to know that they definitely have been busy.

"Oh, we have DEFINITELY been having a grand time as well." Jake says with a chuckle.

Just hearing him insinuate that we've been fucking makes me blush. The embarrassment and slight humiliation of them knowing that I've been getting laid makes the butterflies rise again in my belly. I'm usually not this way. It must be something about Kate's body that's giving me these feelings, but the thought of them imagining me getting fucked is making me horny.

Before I can think about this too much, Stan comes from around the corner. He's all smiles and suave as he welcomes us.

"Welcome, welcome!" Stan says as he slides into a chair at the head of the table. I'm now sitting across from my old body, and I catch Kate grinning at me mischievously as she puts my arm around my wife. She's enjoying this. She can read all the expressions running across my face. She should know them since they used to belong to her.

"I hope the four of you have liked your weekend here on the island." Stan says. "Let's dig in and enjoy some conversation before this food goes to waste. Now, tell me all about what you've been up to while you've been here."

I spend the next while listening to the others talk about the sights and the beautiful weather. I'm pretty sure that none of us has spent much time out of our rooms. I'm actually trying my best to not chime in. I don't have anything to add that the others haven't already said, and the less I say, the better. It's not like I've been doing anything other than having sex this whole time.

Stan seems to read my mind as he points his next question directly at me.

"What about you, Kate? His eyes twinkle as his car salesman smile does little to hide his mischievous intent. " You've been awfully quiet. Do you have anything to add? Have you and your husband been able to spend any quality time together?"

I choke on a sip of wine as he asks this. Luckily Jake saves me from having to answer.

"Yes, we have Stan. To tell the truth, we've done very little except spend lots and lots of quality time together."

His arm wraps around my shoulder, and I know I must be bright red. My old face stares back at me from across the table and smiles. Kate knows for certain now what I've been doing with her body and her husband.

As the last of the meal is finished and carried away, Stan finally brings up the conversation I've been both waiting for and dreading.

"So, about this reality show that the four of you signed up for. I may have been lying to you about not being selected to participate. What would you say if I told you that you've been playing the game this whole time?"

Kate and I automatically look to each other. We both know about the trick but our partners don't. How will they react once they find out they've been fucking other people?

"The whole point of this exercise has been to see how people react to extreme circumstances. Now let's clue you all in on what has really been going on. You've all been lied to, you see. None of you have been with who you think you have. We had to manipulate all of you to get the content that we wanted. We needed to see genuine reactions to brand new stimuli and circumstances. Now, Abby, why don't you tell your husband what you've been keeping from him?

I watch as my wife turns to my old self and starts to confess. " I'm not really your wife, Abby," she says. "I'm really Jake. They swapped my body with Abby's, and I've been pretending to be her this whole weekend."

As she's saying this, it doesn't quite sink in. I watch as my old face turns to my wife and starts to laugh. Wait... what's going on? I think. I'm still not registering what's really going on.

"That's absolutely hilarious!" I hear my former voice say. "This couldn't be any better! Jake, I'm not Tripp. It's me! It's Kate! They swapped me and Tripp too!"

As she says this, the realization of what's happening finally hits me. I turn to look at Jake, and I recognize the smile instantly.

"Abby?" I ask.

"You dirty dog," she says with a laugh. "I just spent the whole weekend fucking who I thought was Kate, and it's been you this whole time?" You let me do every dirty thing I wanted. You really liked it, didn't you?"

"I was just trying to win the prize!" I protest. She could see right through me, though, and after a few moments of trying to deny it, I finally relented. "Yes, yes, I really liked it."

This time I know for certain that I'm red with embarrassment. Once again the idea of being found out is exciting. Once again I'm wet with arousal.

"This is amazing!" my wife says. "I was so worried about you being upset that I had been fucking Kate. It never even crossed my mind that I was actually fucking you! When I found you lying on the bed passed out with your hand in your panties, this new body just wouldn't let me not touch you. It's so different having a hard dick guiding your decisions."

"Tell me about it!" I say. Relief washing over me now that I know Abby has had just as good of an experience as me. We then turn our attention across the table to look at our former bodies. It must not be upsetting to Jake and Kate either. They are now locked in an embrace and are making out like a couple of teenagers.

"I'm so glad to see that everyone has had a good time." Stan says. " Congratulations. You've both completed the challenge and you'll all be awarded the prize money. There is just one final part of the process and then your weekend will be over."

The four of us wait with baited breath for him tell is that we will be turned back into our formal selfs once again.

"The entire reason that you all signed up for this experience was to bring some spice back into your life. I hope that we've managed to help you do that. But this was sold to you as a swingers-themed reality show, and technically speaking, none of you have been with anyone other than your own spouses yet. So, here's how this all comes to an end. The nanobots that helped to transform you will only change you back once you've had sex with your former selves."

"Does that mean that I have to fuck myself?" Kate asks.

"Yes, Kate, it does." Stan says. "You have to have sex with Tripp to change back. But it's like you said; it'll be like you're fucking your own body."

We all look at each other in silence. No one breaks the tension. I'm still wet, and the thought of getting fucked is making it hard to sit still.

My wife is the first one to speak. "We'll do what we gotta do to get back to normal. Right?" As she says this, I notice that she's staring right at Jake. My wife's old face breaks eye contact and turns several shades of pink. If Jake's new body is feeling anything like mine is, then I know that his pussy is wet too. That's when I look over at Kate, and I see her looking back at me with an expression of hunger. It's my face, but I know that Kate is the one looking at me with those eyes. I feel like prey. It makes me feel small.

"There's no time to waste then, is there?" I hear my wife say as she stands up and starts to approach her old body."I'm going to enjoy this," she says while looking down at Jake's female body. With a forceful statement, she proclaims, "I'm going to fuck you so good."

While I'm wrapping my head around my wife's new dominant side, I don't even notice that Kate is now standing over me. "Get up," she orders. "Now!"

I instinctively go to rise to my feet but before I can I'm pulled up by Kate. She spins me around and pushes me over the table. As she's pushing me down, she leans over and whispers into my ear. "I know what your body likes. I know what makes it feel good. I'm going to take it. I'm going to take my body back, and I'm going to leave you whimpering for mercy as I do."

Her determination and dominance make my new body excited. I feel hot and scared and aroused all at the same time. I can feel hands running up the back of my legs and up under the skirt I've been forced to wear. Kate didn't pack anything but beachwear, and this skirt was one of the most covering articles of clothing I could find. She flips my skirt up and exposes my ass before rubbing on my now-exposed skin.

I'm caught by surprise as her hand comes down hard onto my ass. First one. Then another. Soon a barrage of slaps rains down upon me as I experience a true spanking. I look up from the table long enough to see my wife doing the same to Jake. I've spanked my wife before. But what they are doing to us now is definitely ramped up to another level.

Abby quits spanking Jake long before Kate relents. As Abby has now moved on to massaging Jake's reddened skin while she whispers things I can't hear into his ear, Kate reaches up and pulls my panties down. She only pulls them part of the way off. For some reason this makes it seem more revealing than if I were naked. The humiliation and the exhibitionism of being exposed like this are scratching a part of my brain that didn't exist before now.

I feel her breath against my neck as she leans down to whisper into my ear. "Your panties are wet. You're a bad girl, aren't you?" Her words make me shiver. Another blow to my ass jars me. "TELL ME!" she demands. "Tell me you're a bad girl!"

The blows continue to come one after the next as I resist giving in to doing as she says. But she's much stronger in my old body, and I eventually say what she wants.

"I'm a bad girl," I say through gritted teeth.

"Again," she orders. I do as she says. I say it over and over. Each time louder than the time before until I'm screaming it. That seems to satisfy her, and the spanking stops. As I'm catching my breath, I look up again to find that my wife is now fucking Jake. He's still bent across the table, and she is pounding him from behind.

My wife's body is amazing. While it's not as curvy as the one that I'm currently in, what it lacks in thickness is made up for in other ways. Her eyes are closed, and red hair falls around her face. I can see the shock and the pleasure on her expressions every time he thrusts into her. I didn't think I was going to be watching my wife get fucked in front of me today. That's when I remember that it's not my wife. That's Jake. He just currently looks like her. I'm watching my wife literally fuck herself.

I'm brought back to the present by the feeling of something between my legs. Kate is aiming my old penis at my new vagina. She's gentle at first. She slides her head against my opening and gathers up my moisture with it. She then uses it to rub against my clit for a moment or two. Just as I'm starting to enjoy her movements, she pushes her head in. The sudden feeling of intrusion makes me gasp. She slowly pulls out and then pushes in again. Each time she moves forward, she gets a little deeper. Each time she gets deeper, my breathing gets heavier. Soon My breathing is very audible, and she is as deep as she can go. Once she's all the way in, she holds it deep inside for what seems like forever. As I'm impaled on my own dick, she puts her hands on my shoulders and holds me in place.

"Get ready, sweetheart," she warns. The true fucking then starts. As she pulls me back by my shoulders, she thrusts forward with her hips. What was at first gentle and slow is now fast and hard. I'm being slammed against the table, and I can feel my tits bouncing back and forth. The fucking is relentless.

Jake is getting fucked just as hard. He's moaning loudly with the sound of my wife's voice. I know her sounds. Kake is about to cum. I'm distracted from my own fucking by the beauty of my wife's face as she's having an orgasm. It doesn't matter that it's Jake getting fucked. It looks like my wife. How is it that this sense of jealousy is only making me wetter? Kate seems to notice and picks up the pace. If I thought she was going hard before, I was mistaken. I must look like Jake does. That's when I see my own wife in Jake's body staring back at me. The eye contact is euphoric. It's like she's the one fucking me.

Out of the corner of my eye I see Stan watching from a seat just out of the way of the table. His smile gives him air of satisfaction. He seems beyond pleased at his handiwork. That's when I remember the cameras. It then hits me that we've all been filmed. This whole display is is going to be seen by other people. Just as the realization that I'm going to be watched as I'm getting fucked as a woman dawns me, my wife speaks up again.

"Pull her hair Kate," she instructs."She really likes that." Kate does as she's told and grabs a handful of my hair. As my head is pulled back I see that that my wife is doing the same to Jake. The two of us are forced to look at each other as our wives fuck us. Jake looks to be in a constant state of orgasm while he's wearing the visage of my wife's face. We both scream out in ecstasy as our own climaxes rush through these female bodies and we instinctively reach for each other. I look like his wife and he looks like mine. This is the only normal feeling physical contact I've experienced in days. As we are both getting plowed into from behind our lips draw closer together and I feel the familiar sensation of my wife's lips press against my own. As tongues begin to mingle as our wives continue to fuck us.

end part 3