The Body Changers

Cal looked over at Sylvia who was all smiles and looked excited but not nervous at all. Slowly it happened, the scene before his eyes blurred and gradually refocused until he was looking at himself.

“Sylvia?” He watched his own lips mouth the words, but the sound didn’t seem to come from there.

He looked down and saw cleavage framed by the blue dress that she had worn. He raised his hands and saw the delicate fingers of his wife, the painted red nails and the cheap engagement ring that she refused to let him replace. The hand turned at his thought and showed the rosey but calloused palms of a woman in her forties.

“Cal?” came her concerned voice. “my left hand is numb.” His own face looked at him with some confusion.

“Shrug your shoulder a couple times.” He instructed. “It’s been doing that for awhile.”

Sylvia ran her hands… his hands down his body. She felt firm pectorals instead of her mushy breasts, a flat tummy and then finally, the bulge. She let it linger between the legs, and got a crooked smile as the sensations of rubbing went up the spine. She felt strange, she had to admit. Lust was rising up in her, as she looked over at her own soft body next to her and her soft pendulous boobs. She couldn’t help but focus on the displayed pale flesh peeking from the dress. The cock started getting hard. She could feel it rising between his legs and then pushing against the restraining trousers. Her hand instinctively rubbed more and she could feel it grow along the thigh now, trying to find room to expand. She couldn’t break the view of her own curvy body before her. Her gaze moved down that feminine form, to the stocking covered legs and high heeled shoes.

Sylvia found the feeling very foreign. She had never been attracted to women. On the surface she felt disgust at the thought, but deep inside urges came to the surface, thoughts of soft skin and wet openings. The hand rubbed along the growing bulge as she imagined her own body under this one; legs opening and groins pressing. “My God, Cal is this how you look at me?” She looked him… her in the eyes.

Cal looked back at her with her own soft blue eyes. “What do you mean?”

“All I can think of right now is…” She dropped her voice, remembering they were being monitored. “fucking you.  Or that body.” She looked a little panicked but her eyes still roamed over the sexy woman before her. “All that’s in my head is how much I want…me. It’s confusing, Cal”

A chuckle came from her own mouth. “You’re confused? I’m not sure what I feel.” He responded.

Dr. Ekman came over the loudspeaker. “You can get up, if you’d like. Just keep the headsets on and stay near the center.”

“Doctor….” She heard Cal’s voice as her own.

“It’s OK, Mrs. Trask.” He interjected. “You’re doing fine.”  They were being monitored on every possible level in the control room and none of the readings were unexpected. “How are you, Mr. Trask?”

Cal paused in his response. “It’s weird, but I feel fine” Cal’s calmness surprised himself as he sat his wife’s body up.

Sylvia looked to the dark ceiling as she spoke. “But everything is so…” She paused looking for the word, “Primal!”

“The male’s drives and emotions are simple, Sylvia,” Dr Ekman’s voice tried to be soothing, “But very strong.”

Sylvia looked over at Cal in her body. She could see the true curve of her feminine form now as he stood up, her wide hips in the clingy dress and striking cleavage beckoned to something inside. Slowly she got up, and put his boots under her and stood in front of him.

“God, I want to touch you.” She breathed out quickly, the hairy hand already stretching to the softer, paler skin.

“Is this what you wanted, Sylvia?” Cal asked, perplexed.

‘I didn’t know what was going to happen.” She confessed. “The doctor said it was safe.” She touched him and moved the masculine body closer. “I just wanted us to be closer, Cal.” She paused for a moment. “Do you always feel like this?”

“What?” he asked simply, unsure of what she meant.

“I want you. And nothing else is important.” She explained almost frantically. She could feel the hard cock pressing at its restraining cloth.

Cal gave a little laugh. “Sylvia, I always want you.” He admitted. “but I’m not letting you.” he looked left and right nervously. “They’re watching”

“I don’t care” She said quickly and kissed him deeply. She wanted only to wrap herself around that smaller body, to feel its soft sexiness against her.

Cal pushed hard and shoved her away. “Sylvia!” He said in shock. “No.” He protested.

“But it’s what we came for” She pleaded her need.

Cal even shook his head back and forth when he said it. “I am NOT doing that here!” He was animated now as he put the proverbial foot down and crossed his arms.

The intercom sprang to life again, “We can all leave, Mr. Trask, but she’s right, It’s what you came for.”

Cal looked down from the ceiling and at himself. “Really?” He glared. “Why don’t you ever tell me about these things?” He began to protest. “Like I am going to do you right here in this lab. In front of these people!”

“Cal…”

“Don’t Cal me! Why didn’t you just talk to me?” Cal’s indignation was rising inside of him. “You always do this. You always come up with schemes and expect me to go along.” Cal actually huffed. This was not like him.

“Cal, baby…” But Sylvia’s body had turned away. She couldn’t help herself and dropped her gaze to that ass and suddenly placating him was most important. “Baby, I’m sorry.” She began in earnest. “But you know how I am.” Slowly she moved up behind her body, just putting fingertips at the waist. “This sounded adventurous and fun. And Cal, I wanted to do it with you.” She put Cal’s mouth next to her ear. “You are my man, my lover. Always have been” She whispered that last part into her ear. “I remember watching you in High School in those gym shorts, mmm.”

“Is that my memory or yours?” Cal finally responded with some humor.

“Oh Cal, I should have talked to you, but don’t you want me anymore?” She pleaded again as she rubbed the cock against that sweet female butt. The need was still there, always there. She needed release. But she also wanted Cal.

“It’s weird.” Cal said flatly.

“I know” She responded quickly, wrapping arms around the waist. “But it’s still just us.” She flicked out a tongue and licked the ear. “It’s always just us, baby.”

Cal turned back. “Are you gone?” He turned Sylvia’s blue eyes to the ceiling and waited for a response.

“Just us, Cal.” and she moved in and kissed him.

Cal felt her hard body press into him. Felt hands go down and grope his soft ass through satiny material. This was so strange in his head, but slowly he responded. This was Sylvia pressing into him. Sylvia taking control and loving on him. He pushed out his tongue to meet hers, or his. He stopped thinking about it and kissed her. He felt up his groin and ran a flat palm along the cock there. He knew he was getting moist. The wetness was growing but he was in no rush.

Sylvia was in a rush. She wanted everything and all of it, and now. She kissed deeply and then down to the neck. She smelled the perfume there and breathed deep of the musk of her…woman? She didn’t care and bit playfully at that throat. hearing a soft giggle for the first time.
“Mmm, don’t act like you don’t like it.” She teased and kissed again as she cupped soft wondrous breast. Her cock was raging inside these pants. It was so uncomfortable, she wondered why men wore them. One hand slowly raised the dress hem and into the panties. Sylvia wished she hadn’t worn them now.

“Open my pants.” She begged in Cal’s husky voice. “I can’t bear it.”

He grinned at her and opened the front of them. His hand still didn’t go inside. “Slow down.”

“I can’t.” She said quickly. “Is this how it always is?” She panted as she pushed the pants down herself.

“Wanting, needing it? Yeah.” He answered quietly.

“How do you keep from just raping me?” She asked half seriously.

“I love you.” Cal shrugged and answered simply.

She kissed him hard and pressed the naked cock to her panty covered pussy. “I love you.” With handfuls of ass she put him on the edge of the leather chair and pulled the panties down quickly. Cal wrapped around her and pulled the hard body into the soft one. Legs wrapped around firm ass and arms across the back.

“Go slow” he said, soothingly.

Sylvia was already running the cockhead up and down the wet lips. She looked down to the thick dark purple head. “I’m sorry” and she shoved it inside the warm, wet and thankfully welcoming tunnel. Cal held on tight and gave a groan of his own and an umph. Sylvia entered so roughly and hard. He gripped down his heels on her ass.

“Slow, Sylvia slow.” running his hand along the cheek as he looked deep into her.

Sylvia put her forehead to his as she tried to slow down. She kissed all over that pretty face as she let the cock be bathed in warmth and love.

“Slow,” he reminded.

With a biting lip she nodded, “mmhmm” and slowly began the thrusts, very shallow as he still held her clamped between his legs.

She held on behind his neck and kissed him softly, her hips moving in their own instinctual rhythm. She could feel the clamping of the pussy, gripping at her. It pulled at the foreskin and shoved it back on each cycle, rubbing along the so sensitive head.

“I won’t be able to last!” She called out.

“Think of something else.” Cal told her.

“I can’t” She admitted. All that was in her mind was fucking, feeling Cal around her and under her.

“Then just go.” He said. “But when you cum, don’t stop. Just keep going.” He ordered.

Sylvia nodded in silence and began to buck. She moved Cal’s hips with fierceness and a fury. She slammed hard, hearing that wet sound from the other side. It filled the room with sex and the smell of it. She pounded with sweat dripping from her head, and it didn’t help that the pussy seemed tighter now.  She exploded, blasting long hot shots of cum deep into that womb. She cried out.

“CAL!!”

“DON’T STOP!” He reminded her.

She looked down at him with determination and bucked all the harder. The jizm oozing down that hot pussy, slipping along the hard shaft. She gripped tight to her ass on the edge of the seat and rammed mercilessly into that cunt. Now she filled her mind with the dirtiest thoughts. She grunted loudly and it kept her hard.

“Take it, Take it all!”

Cal was moving his ass, helping to meet the thrusts and feeling his own slow build up. He could feel the pussy grip and flex and how each invasion was a surprise as if it went a different path. And the out stroke, that was the best, the filling and then the pull back, over and over again.

“Don’t stop.” He had to encourage. “Make me cum.” He looked up and lowered his hands to that muscled ass, feeling it drive like a hammer between the open legs.

Sylvia was loving it, things started to go numb, but the sensation was still good although her ass muscles were already on fire. She tried what Cal would do when she was slow to blast off.

“Cum for me, baby.” She said. “let me hear you scream. let me hear that cummm” She drew that out. “Oh, I want your cum. DO IT!”

Cal was working on it but it wasn’t there. “Rub my clit.” He suggested.

Sylvia grinned and reached down, thumbing that little button as the hard rod slide back and forth under it. “Come on, baby” She cooed. “Cum for me.”

Her eyes were shut but Cal was close. The need was there and almost fulfilled. When Sylvia gave that button a little slap it knocked over the domino… and off it rolled. Cal was cumming, cumming from his wife fucking him. Feeling her deep inside and on top. He pulled her in, clung to that male body and felt his cum wash like a tide, not the explosion he was used to, but a rolling force of nature that crashes against the waves.

Sylvia held him. She breathed hard, finally getting to rest. They both panted but she was exhausted. “Cal.”

“Hmm?”

“Let go of me.” She asked.

Cal looked at her. “No, I got an idea.”

She looked back puzzled, she was the schemer. “What?”

“Take off the headgear.” He smiled.

She smiled back and put her hands to her head and he to his, and took the contraption off.

Things blurred and they both had to shut their eyes from the vertigo, but when they opened he was on top of her, his softening cock still nestled inside the warmth of his beloved. They looked at each other with crazy grins and then they both started to laugh.

Sylvia hugged him hard, her head pressed into his shoulder. “I love you, Cal.”

“I love my girl.” He responded.

She paused and gave a silly grin. “I do too.”