by Sophie Pert
Idly I remembered I had come here with clothes, but quickly abandoned the thought of putting those terrible rags back on.
Perhaps, I mused, I could get my Alex to buy me something new.
I wandered through the hotel room, exploring the place for the first time. I opened doors to studies and meeting rooms, things that I never imagined could be in a hotel at all.
I noticed something odd, a switch on the wall that the bathroom shared. This switch, by all indications, shouldn’t do anything. There were no lights nearby, nothing that indicated its’ purpose.
I flicked it and heard a brief whirring.
The wall gave way, sliding into the ceiling and revealing a one-way mirror. The other side was the bathroom.
I saw the tub, I saw my old clothes, and all at once I realized that Alex could see me that whole time.
He had been spying on me.
I tried to process it, tried to make sense of it and register just what it meant when I heard the door open.
Glancing at it I saw two men step into the room. The individuals themselves were unknown to me, but it was clear from their uniform and their demeanor just who they were.
“Ma’am,” said the larger of the two, “You’re going to have to come with us.”
I would love to say that I put up a fight, but the truth was that I didn’t know that I had that in me. I just had a sense of numbness as I was escorted out.
At least they let me dress back in my rags, I don’t know that I would have been able to withstand the humiliation of being dragged out in just a robe.
As I was marched out through the lobby, marched out between the two of them, something compelled me to look to my left.
Towards the bar.
I saw her there, sitting at the bar sipping a drink.
The same girl who had done all of this to me.
She had a smug and satisfied look on her face and for all the world she looked like she belonged here.
Of course that was because she wasn’t wearing rags anymore. She wasn’t dirty or out of place like I was.
She was wearing a three-piece suit, bespoke and tailored and of the highest possible quality. She sat at the bar in her fine clothes, watching her latest conquest be escorted out of the hotel.
As I was pushed out of the door I saw her smile and turn away.
Switched in the Forest: Swapping Bodies with my Best Friends Wife
Right now I’m on top of the world.
I consider myself to be one of the luckiest men in the world. I’m in great shape, I’m successful, I’m rich, and I have a gorgeous wife.
There aren’t many men in their mid-50s who can actually say that, but in my case it actually is true.
My wife is amazing, an absolutely great person with a great personality. She’s younger than me but not by much, and even though she’s in her mid- to late-40s she still keeps herself in amazing shape.
You see I go out and earn money, which lets her go out and keep in shape.
And keep in shape she does.
She looks phenomenal, even better than she did a decade ago.
Mary is a knockout, one of those hourglass type women who just bounces with every step she takes. Her ass is plump and perky, her breasts full and bouncy, her waist tiny, her stomach flat. She is the sort of woman every man wishes she had, the type that just oozes sex with every move.
Our sex life is phenomenal as well. Somehow we’ve managed to escape the slow down that most of the couples we know have experienced. I attribute it partly to the fact that we’ve both kept in amazing shape but we can’t keep our hands off each other. Anytime we can find a quiet place we somehow manage to wind up fucking.
Not that I have any complaints.
Because Mary is great in bed. In my life I’ve had more than my fair share of women, when you’re powerful and rich like me and have been for your entire life you find that beautiful women come easy. But most beautiful women are used to relying exclusively on their looks, they fall back on that and… well I mean you can fuck a beautiful painting if you’d like but it’s just going to sit there.
So a good partner has to be more than that, has to do more than that.
They have to reciprocate.
Mary knew how to reciprocate, and right from the first time we fucked it was like we connected and our bodies just clicked. I can’t explain it but the sex with her was almost unbelievably good. Almost better than I had ever had before.
After that first time, I’d realized I would never do better than that.
I was on top of the world, still am too though in this case it feels like literally.
You see I’m on vacation, a friend of mine, young guy, suggested that we take some time out to go up to his family's cabin in the woods. Said it was amazing, with beautiful and relaxing woods stretching out in all directions.
He was right.
Because I’m at the top of a cliff right now, in a clearing just off the path that overlooks all of the rolling mountains and the beautiful and crystal clear lake down below. It’s a rare sight nowadays, perfect and still natural beauty.
But to be honest it’s matched by the perfect natural beauty I’m pounding away at below me.
I’m an attractive enough man, I keep in shape and I know that more than a few women consider me a silver fox. Probably has to do with the fact that I can afford a good personal trainer and I make sure to never skip an appointment at the gym. Haven’t in decades at this point, so even though I’m in my mid-50s my body is still nice and fit and muscular.
The girl I’m fucking right now doesn’t look like the type who ever has to worry about going to the gym. There are women who look like they spend every single minute working out and then there are those with a natural beauty that just seems to follow them around. Now I’m sure those natural women spend just as much or even more time at the gym, but they have an effortless beauty to them that makes them irresistible to me.
Like this one.
Blonde, nice plump ass and big natural breasts. She had a tiny waist and perfect flawless skin. She was fit but not too skinny, still plump enough that when I pounded my thick cock into her tight pussy she jiggled just the littlest bit. Just enough to be enticing.
She had a cuteness to her that made her unbearably desireable. Made her difficult to resist. Her pert nose and full lips only served to accentuate her big round blue eyes and make it hard for me to look away.
She was the type of girl who could turn her gaze on you and make you fall for her instantly. The type of girl that made you feel fantastic just because she wanted you.
Her name is Liz, and yes you are absolutely correct in thinking that she has a different name than my wife. She is not my wife.
That friend I mentioned earlier, the young guy, his name is Scott.
Scott is a great guy, a good friend. He’s a new up and coming star in the company I work in. More than capable in his own right and worthy of all the promotions he’s received. But he has a charm to him that makes his rise guaranteed. Charm and charisma and something more.
You see when you work in a dog eat dog kind of world you want to keep a certain sort of person close. Someone you can trust. And there are few personality types you can trust more than a naive and idealistic young person.
Scott was never going to stab me in the back. Hell I’m pretty sure I could fuck his pretty young wife and he still wouldn’t stab me in the back. Though I don’t know how much I would be willing to test that.
Liz is Scotts wife, and she is gorgeous and fantastic and absolutely irresistible, but I don’t want to press my luck too much and neither does she.
When Scott suggested this trip out to the mountains I figured it was a great opportunity to continue the little torrid affair Liz and I had been engaged in for the better part of the last few months. All it would take is some flimsy excuses to step away from the cabin just the two of us and I could bury myself deep inside of her.
We’d only been up here a day and a half o
r so and already this was the fourth time Liz and I had broken off into the woods to fuck.
This time had been a hike, Mary and Scott were a bit tired from the canoe trip we had taken across the lake but Liz came up with the great idea to ‘show me the best view in the forest’. We had abandoned a grateful and exhausted Mary and Scott at the cabin and made our way up the path to this little clearing.
The view was fantastic.
Not the one off the cliff, though that was amazing as well, no I’m talking about the view below me.
We’d entered the clearing and Liz was all over me, her hands running over my body as my fingers grasped at hers. I had lifted her up into my arms and placed her on top of this smooth flat rock she was lying on now. Our fingers flew at each others clothes as we quickly and desperately undressed each other.
My hands tugged her short shorts off, pushing her bikini bottoms aside to expose her dripping wet pussy. I pulled up her tank top and pushed aside the cups of her bikini to see her puffy nipples start to harden in the cool forest air.
She only managed to get my pants halfway down my thighs before I couldn’t bear it anymore.
I plunged into her hot tight pussy and pounded away at her while our lips connected and our tongues pressed insistently at each other. Our hands ran up and down each others bodies, feeling the heat rising within us.
Something was different this time. Something about the two of us together there in that clearing was unlike anything either of us had experienced before.
I could see it in her eyes, she was blinded by the heat of the moment and so was I. It was like there was something else behind the passionate fire that usually burned inside of us. Something almost supernatural spurring us on. Building us up to new heights.
Everything was a blur, our movement, our passion. All of it blending together as we fucked.
It was like everything was happening in flashes, snapshots frozen in time. Like we were living in a strobe light and though we existed between the flashes only when the light was on did we have sight to see ourselves.
She was close and so was I. Our bodies were in tune together, rising and falling in great thundering waves as we silently drew closer and closer to our climax.
I saw her below me, her face a mask of passion and arousal, her eyes locked onto mine and blind with the furious need building between us.
We kissed and in that moment came so much closer, I could feel it building just on the edge of me, and undeniable eventuality that was mere moments away.
“I’m close,” I grunted, eyes locking with her again.
She squeezed her sex around me, locking her legs around my back and replying through panting breaths, “So am I. Inside of me. I need to feel you fill me up.”
Our lips locked once more as we climaxed in time with one another.
My orgasm was unlike anything I had ever felt before. While all of the others up until this point had been like the crash of a dam, a great torrent of release after the build of pressure, this one was entirely different.
It was like a pot of water on the edge of boiling. Bubbles forming sporadically and without pattern. Small and infrequent and then in a blink my entire being was on fire, was at a roiling boil as the heat of my climax touched every bit of my being and made me alight with satisfaction.
I felt her pull away and a silly smile came over my face. I felt amazing, so absolutely satisfied. I felt better than I had in a long time.
My eyes fluttered open and I saw something odd.
I saw a handsome face staring down at me, blinkingly looking at me with a look of confusion.
“What the?” I said and heard a soft and lilting voice escape my mouth.
Everything registered all at once and I realized that the handsome face was mine. I was looking at myself staring down at me.
My face pulled away from me and I sat up, looking down I saw very clearly that I was no longer myself. The breasts and pussy attached to this body were clearly not mine, and I would recognize them anywhere.
With eyes wide with shock I looked up at Liz in my body.
“Are you?” She asked, her voice oddly unfamiliar to me.
I nodded, “Yes. Are you?”
I saw her gulp and nod in response.
I started to shake, struggling to process what was going on. It wasn’t possible, it couldn’t be possible. How could this have happened?
We had switched bodies? That wasn’t a thing that- It wasn’t real. It couldn’t be real.
Reaching down I pinched myself hard and yelped unconsciously at the pain but nothing changed except for a soreness in my side. I was in her body and she was in mine.
We had switched.
And we both heard the crunching coming up the path. Someone was coming.
We were alone out here, Scott's’ family owned a good portion of the forest, a couple hundred acres. Which meant that the company that was coming down the path towards us was probably Scott and Mary.
All of the panic that to this point had been centered on the odd body swap we had just experienced was pushed to the side in favor of the panic of being caught in an affair. Both Liz and I scrambled to get dressed and managed to get all of our clothing in place just before our company turned the corner.
Scott and Mary were none the wiser, coming around the corner with the same naive, open, and innocent look on their faces that they always seemed to have.
“Hey there you two,” Scott said, “We were wondering where you managed to get off to.”
“Yep,” Liz replied with my voice, “Just here ho- uhh Scott.”
His smile wavered slightly at his slip up but it was back a moment later and he looked me up and down with a broad and handsome joy on his face. Scott really was a bit of a boob, but he was truly in love with Liz I could tell that just from looking at him.
It almost made me feel bad, but then that’s just life in the big city I guess.
Still I felt I had to do something in this moment to really seal the deal, to make them absolutely 100 percent sure nothing strange was going on. So in that moment I crossed the clearing over to Scott, slid into his arms, and kissed him.
It was strange, it was a perfectly ordinary kiss and by any measure of the thing it felt just like any other. It felt like nothing was odd or different about it at all.
But something was.
There was something there, behind both of our lips, that was strangely new and yet somehow familiar. There was an excitement between us, a spark that lit off and told me that there was a connection here that was deeper than just the two of us. Deeper than skin.
It reminded me of kissing Mary. A sort of familiarity to it that was comforting and exciting all at once.
When we broke our kiss I was a bit breathless and dizzy at the sensation of it, and I stared deep into his eyes and saw him looking back at me with an intensity that couldn’t be measured.
I blinked, stifled a giggle and looked away.
“Why are you guys here?” Mary asked from the other side of the clearing, and with a glance I could see that she had joined who she thought was her husband.
“The view,” I said, falling as best I could into character as the loving wife, “I just love the view up here. I think it’s breathtaking.”
“Yeah,” Mary replied, “It really is gorgeous. There is nothing quite like the view of pristine nature.”
“Well,” Scott chuckled, “Not quite pristine. I mean our cabin is the only structure for miles around currently but it wasn’t always the case. This whole area used to be occupied a long time ago and now all that’s left is this.”
He gestured to the rocks around us.
Come to think of it they did look a little like they were a man made structure. The edges had been worn down by time and the vegetation had crept in but still there was something about the placement that looked oddly purposeful.
Scott continued, “This used to be some sort of ceremonial area for some kind of ritual. I’m not exactly sure of the speci
fics but I know my family heard the legends a long time ago when they first bought the land.
“Apparently whoever lived here doesn’t exist anymore in any fashion, but while they were here they were absolutely unique to this area. The legend goes these people were sorcerers or something like that. Apparently they had the ability to change their appearances, to take on the body of someone else.”
I glanced across at Liz in my body, who locked eyes with me for only an instant before looking at Scott and saying, “Wow I’ve never heard of anything like that before.”
“Yeah,” Scott continued, “Apparently the legend goes that if you had sex in this place then at the moment of climax you would switch bodies with your partner. Apparently this wasn’t just weird to us it was weird to everyone in the area at that time. Whatever it was this cult or group or whatever was wiped out by all their neighbours and this land was considered to be cursed by them.”
We stood in silence, and I stared purposefully out at the valley below trying not to give any indication of how freaked out I was by what Scott just said.
A cult?
It sounded insane and yet here I was in the body of a woman I had just been having sex with, exactly like the legend says.
“What do you say hon,” Scott said to me with a laugh, “Do you want to try switching bodies?”
I shivered slightly and shrugged him off, “Don’t joke about those things. It makes me uncomfortable.”
There was a momentary pause that was broken by Liz, “She’s probably right. I mean you know what always happens in horror movies, the group out in the woods makes fun of the curse and then next thing you know they wind up in trouble.”
Scott laughed at that, “Too true, but I mean it’s just a sex curse. Could be worse.”
We all had to laugh at that, though for Liz and I the laughter was just a bit strained.
Eventually we filtered out of that little space, I glanced back with a forlorn look and saw the rocks one more time before heading back to the cabin.
I didn’t know what I was going to do, what we were going to do. Liz and I were completely screwed.
I mean with the legend and everything it’s not like we could exactly just come out and say that we were switched. Once we got them to believe us, if we got them to believe us, then the next questions Scott and Mary would have were what exactly Liz and I were doing when we were switched.