Changing Places - Lightening Doesn't Have to Strike Twice (Part One) By Rhinoman
"Come on, let's make a run for it," John yelled over the downpour of rain to his wife, Debbie. John had taken his wife golfing for the first time and now they were caught in the middle of a thunderstorm. After the next rumble, lightning flashed only a second later.
"Shit," Debbie yelped, grabbing his hand so he could help pull her along.
Soaking wet the young married couple headed toward the closest covering which was still fifty or so yards away. The next crash hit somewhere behind them and caused their hair to stand on end.
John and Debbie dove to the ground, sliding across the wet grass into a gully. John ended up on top of his wife, her legs spread on either side of him. Despite the circumstances, John couldn't help but get a hard on. As far as he was concerned, his wife was as hot as they got. She had big, natural 34D tits that were mashed against his chest, a slim waist, and firm, tight ass that stuck out just right. He referred to her as 'bubble butt' all the time. John was a sucker for brunettes with dark brown eyes and he felt he was the luckiest man in the world to have married Debbie.
"Come on babe, let's fuck," he said, lifting up her little skirt and working a finger inside her panties.
"Are you crazy, John?" she screamed over the driving rain, "we're gonna get struck by lightening and you wanna screw?"
He grinned as he worked his finger into her wet opening. John knew if, he worked on her clit for just a few seconds she'd give in. Sure enough, after mild resistance, she began getting wet and then spread her legs for him. John quickly unzipped his pants and pulled his stiff dick out. With a little maneuvering he was able to position himself over her pussy and plunge in.
Debbie dug her fingers into his shoulders as her husband thrust in and out of her cunt. Pelting rain stung her face as she was on the brink of orgasm. John gave one last thrust and grunted in unison with Debbie's crying out... which abruptly changed to a scream as the flashing light and ear-splitting sound of thunder crashed into them.
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"I think he's coming out of it," a female voice said, while a rhythmic beeping from somewhere.
Debbie heard the voice and felt reassured that John was okay. Her eyes flickered and then she was staring up at a woman in white.
"Where am I?" she moaned. "It's going to be all right," she replied sweetly, "you and your wife were struck by lightening."
"Is she talking to me?" Debbie thought. "What does she mean, me and my wife?"
"We've got your wife here in the same room with you, you're both lucky to be alive."
Debbie turned her head slightly to look over at the bed next to her and saw herself before passing out.
* * *
Debbie woke early the next morning thinking to herself, that's the weirdest dream I've ever had. I wonder if I almost died and saw myself lying in my own bed?
"Honey?"
She heard her voice, but she hadn't said anything. Looking in the direction that the voice had come from her eyes widened and she tried to scream, but no noise came out.
"Just calm down Debbie. This is going to take some time to understand, but I think I've got it figured out."
Debbie was staring at herself in the other bed, trying to understand how someone could look so much like her.
"Debbie, it's me John."
"No way," Debbie said, but instead of sounding high and light, her voice came out much deeper. "What the hell's wrong with me," she said again in an equally masculine voice.
"Debbie, we've switched places. I don't know how it happened. All I can figure is that it had something to do with the lightening strike while we were making love on the golf course. The strike while we were both in the middle of cumming."
Debbie looked at her hands for the first time. They had hair on them and were masculine.
"Here" her look a like said to her, handing her a mirror.
Debbie looked into it and her husband John was in the reflection. She reached up and touched her face... scrunched it up, and then pinched herself. "Oww," it was definitely her. She looked back at her body in the bed next to her. "John? Is that really you?"