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I had been fantasizing about it for years, although I had never been able to coax my wife either drunk or sober to show herself off to another man. I have purchased her revealing outfits and bathing suits and such, but she had never worn them in the presence of anyone else, not even on vacation.
My best friend Randy thought my wife was really hot and we had talked about many different schemes whereby he could get an eyeful. We had tried a couple times to set up situations where he could see her, but for one reason or another they had never worked out.
About a year ago, Randy went to work in South America for 3 months. Shortly after his return he called me up and asked me to meet him. Apparently he had a proposal for me and wanted to discuss it over coffee. I thought perhaps he had a business opportunity for us, but when we sat down a few days later, I had a hard time believing my ears. While he was away, Randy had befriended a fellow who claimed to be descended from a long line of black magic practitioners. Randy was fascinated by some of the stories this fellow told him about magical spells and they spent many nights drinking and talking, but it was the night he heard about possession that was about to change our lives.
Randy explained that he couldn't help thinking about our fantasy as his new friend described his ability to inhabit another person's body. Over the ensuing 2 months Randy had studied the magic until he was able to connect with and take over the body of another acolyte. As we drank our second coffee, Randy told me that he thought he could possess my wife and make our dreams come true. I wasn't the least bit sure about that. It was one thing to fantasize about showing her off, but it was a completely different thing to let my friend inhabit her body. We made a date for the following Saturday so he could give me a demonstration.
As planned, I went to Randy's place for the demo. Randy set up a video camera in the corner of his rec room and gave me a cup of herbal tea. Within minutes, I started to feel a bit woozy and Randy had me stretch out on the recliner. It only took about a minute for me to fall asleep.
It was mid-afternoon when I woke up. I noticed immediately that I was lying on the couch not on the recliner where I had fallen asleep. Randy was sitting across the room smiling at me.
"That was fun," he snickered, "Let me show you the video."
For the next hour, I watched myself moving about the rec room, drinking a beer and eating some nachos. That explained the full feeling and slight indigestion I had. It was unnerving to see myself doing these things while I knew I had been unconscious. When I asked him how he controlled both bodies, Randy explained that we actually swapped consciousness, and I was still out from the tea, but in his body. He then asked if I was convinced, and ready to try it on Pam.
I thought about it and a chill ran through me as I imagined Randy in total possession of Pam's body. Showing her off was one thing, but this was far and away beyond that. I balked.
"This is too much. Way too much," I whispered, "I don't think I can let you do this to her."
"Aw COME ON," he growled, "I thought you would be all in. You have no idea how hard I worked on this."
All kinds of possibilities ran through my mind. Randy possessing Pam? No. I would have no control. Randy possessing me? No. I would be unconscious. Would it be possible for me to possess Pam? I would be there. I would be in control of her body. I could show as much or as little as I wanted.
"Randy, could you teach me?" The words were out of my mouth before I knew it.
"It would be better for you because it would be like it was her showing off for you, and I could be right there."
When I saw Randy start grinning from ear to ear, I knew we would have a deal.
Randy and I met several times a week and he took me through the training sessions. The first time I looked out through his eyes and saw my own body lying on the couch, I almost fainted. The grand finale came a month later when I spent the afternoon puttering around his place in his body. We were ready.
I had a half hard-on and a permanent knot in my stomach for two weeks trying to figure out how to make this thing happen when Pam had an emergency at the office and needed to work double shifts for most of a week. When she came home exhausted on Friday evening I turned on the charm. I let her relax while I made her a light dinner with a glass of wine. I then guided her into a big easy chair with a cup of herbal tea and returned to the kitchen to call Randy.
After the call, I quickly took over of Pam's body. It was a totally different experience than possessing Randy. My center of gravity was way off. My ass felt huge, and I was totally distracted by Pam's breasts bouncing on her chest as I walked towards our bedroom. It took me a few minutes to strip off her work clothes and drop them in the hamper. I rummaged around for some of the sexy clothes I had bought her and could never convince her to wear, and found a pair of thong panties and a push up bra that accented her cleavage. I slipped into her shortest skirt from the back of the closet. I left the top two buttons of the plain white blouse undone, something I had never been able to get her to do. When I looked in the mirror I saw that she looked hot. When I bent over, a generous amount of her cleavage was on display. This was going to be fun. I tried on a pair of high heels I thought would accentuate her legs, but I almost broke an ankle trying to walk, so I slipped them off and ran barefoot down the hall when the doorbell rang.
I thought Randy's eyes were going to pop out of his head when he got a look at my outfit, but it was clear he wasn't sure I had pulled off the swap. When he asked me if Brian was home. I laughed right out loud.
"He's right over there on the couch," I said, watching his eyes as he looked at the couch, then back at me as the realization dawned on him.
"Wow," he whispered. "How are you feeling? What's it like in a woman's body?"
"It's a lot different. I'm a bit off balance and I just can't get used to these," I said as I cupped Pam's firm tits with her hands.
"Why don't you come on in and let's have a drink?"
I spun around and walked down the hall and into the kitchen, knowing that Randy's eyes were probably glued to Pam's ass as it wiggled under the tight skirt.
"Beer for you?" I asked as I opened the fridge door and bent over to pull one out.
The instant I bent over Randy was there with both hands cupping my ass and almost pushing me into the fridge. His attack knocked me a little off balance and it took me a few seconds to recover during which time Randy took full advantage of my position.
"Whoa, whoa, hands off there buddy" I scolded as I stood and spun to face him.
He just smiled and stayed right up close taking the beer from my hand and letting his eyes fall to my cleavage.
"Wish I had been in the fridge when you were bent over," he whispered, "I bet the view from in there was interesting."
I stepped around him and poured myself a glass of wine. It was such a weird situation, and I was so nervous that I drank my wine right down. Randy quickly refilled my glass.
"How do you want to do this?" He asked as his eyes devoured me, anticipation clearly visible on his face.
"I don't know," I replied, "I was just trying on some heels when you rang the bell. Would you like to see her in heels? I don't think I can walk very far, but it might be fun to at least stand and pose her."
Randy went to the living room as I retrieved the heels from the bedroom. When I got back he was sitting in the easy chair sipping his beer. I dropped the shoes to the floor and steadied myself, one hand on the wall as I slipped them on. The right shoe was a bit snug and I needed to bend over and wiggle it over my heel with my hand. Just as my heel slipped in Randy called my name. Still bent at the waist, I quickly looked up at him and saw him snap a picture with his phone.
"Great shot" he said smiling broadly.
I realized immediately that he had captured a "downblouse" shot.
"Hey! No pictures. How the hell would I explain them if Pam ever saw them?"
"Awe come-on," Randy pleaded, "They're just for us to remember this by. Besides, I'll give them to you before I leave and you can delete them if you want. Now turn sideways and let me get one from that angle."
It did seem like a reasonable argument. After all, we were doing this so I could show Pam off, and so I just turned and let him shoot. Randy said he had always loved Pam's legs and that the heels accentuated her calves. He also mentioned that he loved the way they made her butt stick out. For the next half hour or so Randy gave directions and compliments to me and captured me posing Pam in a variety of increasingly revealing positions. With each pose I became more excited. My dreams of exposing Pam were coming true, and I was going to have pictures to enjoy when it was all done.
"Let's move this down the hall," he commanded, "we can get a few bedroom shots."
I thought my stomach was going to fall through the floor as he reached for my hand and led me back through the house. My whole lower abdomen felt like it was melting as we entered the bedroom and he guided me to a seat on the bed.
"Here, let me help you take these shoes off."
With that he knelt in front of me ran one hand up the back of my calf and lifted my foot pulling off the high heel. He then placed my bare foot on his thigh and lifted the other leg. It never dawned on me until I saw his eyes flit upwards that in this position, he could see up the skirt. When he was finished taking off my second shoe, he moved my foot to his other thigh. I was now sitting with my feet spread on my best friends thighs and his hands were rubbing up and down my calves. When I looked down, I could see a bulge in his pants. I nervously stood and moved away from the bed.
