“…But why not? I mean if they don’t have a problem with it.” My long-time friend, Bob, asked me again.
I shook my head. “I just don’t know. It doesn’t seem right.” Bob had talked about it for a long time, but his interrogations of me had intensified since the girls said they would be up for it. The thought of actually doing it made me uncomfortable. I only had myself to blame though really. I was the first to bring the subject up, though that was years ago. I was only suggesting it to be humorous… Was I? No, I guess it was more humor as a way to express yet hide my true desires.
I had always found Bob’s wife attractive; even before she was Bob’s wife. In fact, I was the one that first saw her. Bob and I had been seated at our usual table in our favorite local bar, Polly’s Bar and Grill. We went there, not to scope women, but mostly just as a place to relax after work. Bob and I had known each other since high school. We were in the same class, and after we graduated we followed the same career course. That career course was unfortunately as factory workers at the local paper mill. I had once had foolish dreams of going to college. As I grew closer to graduation from high school, however, it slowly dawned on me just how foolish those dreams were. I had neither the grades nor finances to go to college. My poor grades were a result of a disinterest in the books and subject matter of my high school classes. I loved to read and did so often. Especially nonfiction works exploring world history. It was my favorite subject and I even had thoughts of one day becoming a history professor.
My destiny brought me, regrettably, to work in the same mill that employed about half of the population of our town. I remember growing up in the shadow of the mill thinking that I would never work in that stinky place. But, that is exactly where I ended up after graduation. Life stinks. Quite literally in this case, as the paper mill continually emitted an odor that varied between the smell of wet socks and fresh glue. They say you get used to it over time. I never did. I hated the work, but it paid the bills.
Such was life for Bob and me. It wasn’t a fairy tale life, but we learned to enjoy the little things. The two percent raises, the paltry promotions, the end-of-year bonuses, the extra week of vacation time, and all the other tiny incentives management used to keep the masses in line and employed over the long term. But what I seemed to enjoy most was our trips after work each day to Polly’s. Sure, it was probably leading us down the path of alcoholism, and sure it didn’t help our health or waistlines to be downing pints of ale each day, but we enjoyed it. From the time we were 18 years old and drinking underage to the time we celebrated our 21st birthdays, to the time we ‘celebrated’ 10 years of employment at the same miserable job. First Bob, then me, I having started at the mill a week after Bob had.
Soon after we hit the ten year mark working at the mill, Bob and I sat at our usual table in Polly’s and discussed the same bullshit we always did. It was a warm and beautiful summer day, and Bob and I spent the afternoon after work in a dark bar as usual. At 28 years of age, Bob and I were both single. Neither of us dated very often, not entirely by choice, but in truth, neither of us pursued the ladies very much. Sure, we both would have liked a nice foxy woman to call ‘girlfriend’ but both of us found the opposite sex to be a bit of a mystery. And, for better or worse, both of us generally avoided much contact with women, other than the occasional stares and comments to each other pointing out a particularly ‘hot babe’ that just happened to walk by.
Susan seemed to be yet another such ‘hot babe’ at first. We saw her that fine summer day a couple weeks after my ten year anniversary with the mill. She walked into the dark bar clad in tight jeans and a light summery blouse. She caught my attention immediately. Not only because she was a beautiful women walking into a bar normally filled with about 90% men, but because she was alone. I had noticed over the years that when women did come to the bar, it was usually in packs. Can’t blame them, easier to fend off the drunks in large numbers. Yet, it was still early in the afternoon, I assumed that she was there to pick up an order from the grill and then walk out with it soon afterward.
Susan caught my attention though, not only because she was a lovely woman seemingly out of place, but because she was also just my ‘type.’ If I had listed out all the physical features I most admired in a woman, Susan would have fit each and every one perfectly. She had lusciously long, curly, red hair that extended down to the small of her back. She had an amazing hourglass figure, huge breasts and flaring hips but tiny tummy. Her legs were long and slender. She had lush full lips and a glorious smile underneath sparkling bright green eyes. She was truly my dream girl, at least physically.
I gave the customary nudge and point. “Hey Bob, check her out. She is hot.”
Bob gave an approving nod and he checked her out, scanning her from head to toe. “Oh, and she’s all alone too… What a crime.”
Then, much to my surprise, Bob got up from our table and started slowly walking toward her. “What are you doing?!” I asked with genuine shock. I assumed that the beers had given Bob some courage, but beer or no beer, it was completely unlike Bob to approached strange women in bars. “You are going to scare her away.” I said, betraying my total lack of confidence in Bob’s abilities to attract a woman. Neither Bob nor I had ever been accused of being Casanovas, either in looks or in personality. We weren’t the ugliest guys there but neither of us were easily mistaken for George Clooney either. Ten years of constant beer guzzling had given us both noticeable beer guts, which was even more prominent on Bob given his short stature. I at least had my height to help offset the belly bulge.
Despite whatever limitations I thought he had, Bob seemingly confident, sat down at the bar stool adjacent to the lovely young lady, and without hesitation said. “Hello there, lovely day outside isn’t it?”
To my great surprise, the woman didn’t walk away or even reply with a grimace. Instead, she smiled that beautiful smile and said. “Yes, it is gorgeous out.” They continued to speak to one another. To my even greater surprise, this woman seemed to actually be enjoying the conversation with Bob. I was suddenly left alone at our usual table while Bob was making time with my dream girl! I was suddenly filled with anger at Bob. She was mine! I had found her! As if the fact that I had seen her first when she walked into the bar somehow made her mine. But… She had all the physical characteristics that I found attractive. She was meant for me!
Needless to say, she didn’t end up with me. That summer afternoon conversation led to Bob and Susan’s first date, which led to a relationship which led to engagement and eventually the two got married. Soon after my 30th birthday, I was serving not as groom, but rather as best man for the marriage of my dream girl. I too was dating by that time. I brought my girlfriend to their wedding. I enjoyed my girl’s company. She had a great personality and sense of humor, though I was only dating her because she was the closest girl I could find to having Susan’s looks.
Barbara was decent looking but, in my mind at least, paled in comparison to the beauty of Susan. Barbara was busty like Susan and had somewhat of an hourglass figure that I liked, though not as prominent as Susan’s. Barbara had more of a belly than Susan. Barbara’s hair was not quite as soft, her legs not quite as long or lean, her smile and eyes not quite as bright. Barbara was actually a lovely woman, but in my mind she was merely a failed copy of Susan.
Nonetheless, I ended up marrying Barbara a little over a year later. In my mind, it was similar to my career, not what I had hoped for, but as good as I was going to get. And like my job, I learned to appreciate the little things, her charm and humor and her looks that sometimes almost attracted me in the way that Susan’s looks did.
After our marriages, our trips to Polly’s had become fewer and fewer. We were meeting up for drinks once a month rather than every day. But it was on one of those monthly visits that I first mentioned it jokingly to Bob after I had a few beers in me. Bob had been commenting on some of what he called the ‘stick-figure actresses’ of Hollywood as we watched the recap of the Academy Awards on the television at the bar. “I like women with a little more curve personally.” Bob had said.
I nodded in agreement. “Yeah, and Susan certainly has curves in all the right places.” It was a comment I might not have made without the beer in me, but Bob didn’t take offense. It was one of those statements that a long time friend can make to another friend.
Bob just smiled and said. “Yeah, Barbara has got some nice curves too, my man.”
I laughed. “Well maybe we should swap sometime.” I made this comment merely as a joke even though it revealed ever so slightly my deepest desires. I expected Bob to laugh. He looked back at me seriously. I was concerned that I had offended him.
After a moment of silence, Bob finally responded in a serious tone. “Yeah… Maybe.”
After a moment of confusion, I rolled my eyes and sighed. “Yeah, like the girls would ever go for something like that, dream on.”
We quickly moved on to other topics of conversation. Yet, over the next few months, every time we got together for drinks, Bob and I would often joke about the subject. In time, we even developed a phrase that would instantly invoke laughter from each of us. Whenever we saw a beautiful women in the bar, either in person or on the television, one of us would say “… ‘bout time for the ol’ wife swap.” Both of us would enjoy a fine laugh.
It wasn’t until I made the mistake of saying our line in earshot of the wives that the tone changed. The wife and I were visiting Bob and Susan for a barbeque, when, without really thinking, I let slip. “… ‘Bout time for the ol’ wife swap.” Bob immediately cringed. I knew what I had done immediately. I suddenly wished I could grab the words out of the air and stuff them back in my mouth. It was too late.
“Excuse me?!” I heard the unmistakable sound of my wife’s voice in a tone that no husband ever wants to hear from his wife.
I felt the blood rush to my head. “I… uh… nothing, it is just an inside joke between Bob and me.” I stumbled over my words.
“Oh I bet it is!” My wife placed her hands on her hips in a pose that no man wants to see on his wife.
“No no, it’s just a running gag that Bob and I share, right Bob?” My eyes pleaded with Bob for some help.
Bob, looking in the direction of his own wife, said. “Sorry, brother, you’re on your own on this one.”
I knew I was in the doghouse. I knew I wasn’t going to talk my way out of it. Sure enough, later that night, as Barbara and I lay in bed, I was hit with the inevitable cross-examination from Barbara. “Do you think Susan is more attractive than I am??”
“Of course not, dear.” I lied.
“Then why did you say that?” She asked, with the subtlety of a knife to the abdomen.
“We were just joking around,” I shrugged. “You know, stupid guy stuff is all.”
Barbara crossed her arms underneath her large breasts. “Just jokes?” She said as if wanting to believe it but not able to.
“Yeah, just stupid macho guy crap, you know?” I said, with all the sincerity I could muster.
“Really?” Her eyes turning from jealousy to pleading.
“Of course, you are the only one for me, Honey.” I lied again.
“OK,” Barbara said, seeming to accept this statement and relax as she lay her head down on her pillow.
I smiled slightly, relieved that I was hopefully out of the doghouse in a relatively quick and painless manner. I was nervous when Barbara lifted her head and started to speak again. I was nervous that another wave of jealousy had hit her restful mind.
“Though she is rather pretty, don’t you think?” Barbara said in a whisper of a voice.
“Who?” I asked, pretending I didn’t know exactly of whom she was speaking.
“Susan,” Barbra said without hesitation. “She is very pretty wouldn’t you say?”
I immediately detected a trap. “She’s… alright I guess.”
Barbara sighed ever so slightly. “She’s better than alright I’d say. She is very lovely, isn’t she?”
Another trap. “Um… Yeah, Bob is a lucky guy for sure. Susan is nice if you like that type.”
Barbara looked at me quizzically. “What ‘type’ is that exactly?”
“Huh?” I asked, trying to buy more time for myself to formulate an acceptable answer. “Oh… uh,” I struggled. “I just mean that I think she is Bob’s type and pretty if that is your type.”
“But physically she looks like me.” Barbara said as she looked down at her own body. “I mean Susan has red hair instead of brown and green eyes instead of blue, but otherwise we look a lot alike, don’t you think?”
Not enough alike. I thought to myself. “I guess you two are kind of similar physically, I never really thought about it.” I lied for the third time.
“Kind of?” Barbra didn’t like my equivocation. “Big boobs, big hips, long legs, hell, we wear the same size in everything, from dress size to shoe size. We could have been sisters for crying out loud.” Barbara’s tone was getting louder and sharper.
“I guess I just never thought about it.” My lies continued.
“Well you know we’ve swapped dresses and clothes, right?”
I shook my head. “Yeah I suppose, I don’t get your point.”
Barbara sighed loudly. “My point, is that I’m the same ‘type’ as she is!”
“So?” I said dumbly.
“So,” Barbara rolled her eyes. “You said that she is pretty if you like that type, but I’m the same type.” She looked down at herself and then back to me. “Don’t you like that type? Don’t you find me attractive?”
“Well I… I mean… Of course I do.” I struggled to give the immediate and correct response.
“So you are saying Susan is your type?”
The wife was laying landmines all around me now. “I mean…. Well maybe in a general sense she is, but you are truly my type, Honey.”
“Liar!” Barbara yanked the blankets and turned over violently to face away from me. So much for getting myself out of the doghouse quickly and easily I thought. “Why don’t you just go fuck her then?!” I heard my wife yell.
“Right,” I said, finally resigned to my fate for the evening. “I’ll be on the couch if you need me.” I started to get up from the bed to head for what I thought would be my resting place for the evening. I felt a hand on my arm as I prepared to sit up from the bed.
“Wait,” I heard the sound of my wife’s voice now softer in tone. “Look, I just wish you would be honest with me. I know you are a man, and that men have needs…”
Huge fucking trap being thrown in front of you now, Bucko. I heard my inner voice warning me. Don’t fall in the trap! “Look, I don’t have those kind of thoughts anymore. I married you because I don’t want to chase other women anymore. I just want you.” I said, trying my best to use my ‘Mr. Sensitive’ voice.
“Oh for crying out loud!” Barbara rolled her eyes and threw her hands in the air. “Do I really have to spell it out for you?”
“Huh?” I asked genuinely confused this time.
“That I might have…” Barbara’s voice trailed off quietly. “…similar fantasies.”
I felt an explosion of anger erupt in me. “What?! Are you saying you want to fuck Bob now?”
Barbara yelled back at me. “Oh, so it’s ok to talk about swapping wives but not husbands, is that it?!”
“For crying out loud, it was a joke!” I said, in a loud though not very convincing voice.
“Oh would you just be honest for once.” Barbara continued. “Susan and I were talking about it after you said that and…”
“Wait… whoa…” I interrupted. “You and Susan were talking seriously about… I can’t believe…” I was at a loss for words. My comments were coming out angrily but deep down I was aroused. So much so, that I was struggling to keep myself from getting an erection.
“Oh would you lighten up!” Barbara demanded. “You might have some fun if you learned to.”
“Fun?!” I yelled. “My wife wants to cheat on me and you talk about fun?”
“It’s not cheating if we all agree!” Barbara was getting technical now. “It is only cheating if it is behind our backs.”
Barbara continued to argue. My words outwardly expressing anger while inwardly hiding my desire. A desire that grew when I learned that Susan and Barbara had talked and both expressed a desire to try a straight up swap, wife for wife, husband for husband. I was flabbergasted.
I learned very soon afterward that Susan had a very similar conversation with Bob. Similar in content at least, though not so similar in tone, as Bob was interest in a serious swap of spouses. Our next meeting at Polly’s bar found Bob speaking of little else other than a proposed swap.
“I don’t know. It just doesn’t seem right.” I repeated to Bob. I was telling myself to take the moral high ground even as my cock was hard an uncomfortable in my jeans just at the thought of making love to Bob’s beautiful wife.
Bob leaned in to me over the table and grasped my arm. “You need to loosen up, dude. When are married guys like us going to get the chance to fuck other women?”
“Those ‘other women’ are our wives. And, I think that is the point of marriage, Bob. The point is NOT to fuck other women.” I said with false conviction.
“It’s not like we are sneaking around with some mistress or prostitute. It’s just a chance for all of us to explore our sexuality.” Bob said with honest assurance.
Bob continued to try to convince me, but all I could manage at the end of the afternoon was that I would give the matter more thought. That much was true. After the issue of an honest spouse swap came out, I seemed to think about little else. I didn’t just think about the sexual nature of it either, but I honestly worried how it would affect the relationship between Bob and me. As much as I lusted after Susan. I honestly did not want to lose Bob as a friend. I enjoyed his company and didn’t want any hard feelings between us if the encounter went poorly. Until I was satisfied that my friendship with Bob would not be jeopardized, I couldn’t convince myself to go through with it.
After I left Polly’s bar, I found myself in the most unusual spot of the local bookstore. I found myself, for some inexplicable reason, searching through the relationship and self help section of the bookstore. As if I would seriously find “Spouse Swapping For Dummies” or something. After finding nothing of interest in the relationship section, I found myself in the more familiar world history section of the store. I figured a nice new history book might take my mind off of the ridiculous swapping thoughts in my head.
It was there that I discovered… No, ‘discovered’ was the wrong word. I found myself drawn to a mysterious book. The book was relatively small in size, 200 pages in length. It was hardback but had no cover on it. The book revealed no writing on the cover at all, nor any title page. I had no idea of what the book was entitled. As I opened the book, it cracked loudly, as if it was very old, but never before opened. The book did feel old to the touch and had the musty smell of a book that had been sitting in a library for ages. It seemed strange that such a book would be with new releases in the world history section of the bookstore.
I turned the first few pages and started to read. Not being able to find a title, I had no idea of what the book might contain. The first few pages were a description of something. I wasn’t sure of what it was describing however. The book was poorly written and very convoluted. The first sentence seemed to run on forever and haphazardly describe something or somewhere in ancient Greece. By the third page, though still the first sentence, the book finally made mention of an “Oracle of Gemini.” That name sounded familiar, like I had once heard it mentioned before. Despite the poor quality of the book, I was determined to purchase the book. I brought it to the register, though ended up waiting a great deal of time as a manager had to come over and decide on a price for the book, as the cashier could not seem to find any record of the book in their computerized system.
I wasted little time when I arrived home with the book. I started reading more. I understood little of the content. It continued with a perplexing description of many adventurers attempting to find the aforementioned Oracle. Despite being completely confused by the writing, I felt compelled to continue reading. It was only the burning that stopped me from intently scanning every sentence of the pages. The burning sensation started about halfway through the text. At first, it was a slight, almost unnoticeable warmth coming from the book itself. The temperature built slowly at first, and then, upon reading about an adventurer who finally found this elusive Oracle, the book felt as though it had spontaneously combusted. No flames leapt out, but the book was suddenly burning hot. I dropped the book to the floor and watched as it disappeared, as though it melted through the floor. I bent down to examine the area where the book landed. I felt no burnt carpet or ashes. The book had vanished.
I then felt a tingling sensation throughout my entire body. Consciousness slipped away. I awoke. Something was wrong. I found it hard to wake, as though I was floating semiconscious under 10 feet of water. But even as I ever so slowly paddled my mind up into the world of conscious thought, I knew something wasn’t right. My body didn’t feel right. I couldn’t determine why at first as I struggled to regain conscious thought, but it didn’t feel like it was really my body. As the world slowly started to focus, I realized I was only controlling half of my body! But it wasn’t my body at all! As I finally broke the surface of the dream world, I looked down to see a most bizarre sight.
I saw breasts! It was not the sight of my wife’s tits laying beside me in our bed, but rather breasts in an area right below my head, as if I had somehow grown female breasts upon my male chest. Yet, the fact that it appeared that I had female breasts, was actually not the most bizarre aspect. No, the strangest feature was that where one might expect, at least on a female, to see two breasts, I saw THREE! There were two large breasts on either side of my chest, as might otherwise be expected if I was a woman, but in-between was a third boob. My thoughts and vision still hazy, I thought for a moment I might be having double vision. I tried lethargically to bring my hands up to get tactile confirmation of the breasts. I discovered that only my right hand responded. My left hand lay still and lifeless. I managed to bring my working hand up to my chest. I awkwardly cupped the middle breast and determined that it did indeed feel like a human female breast. What was more surprising is that it felt like a breast not only from the outside, but from the inside as well. In other words, this huge female boob was mine! As the realities of the world slowly come to my still swimming head, I realized an even greater shock.
Immediately to my left was another person’s head. I tried to pull my head further away from it only to have the other head pull towards me as I attempted to pull away. I brought my functional hand up to my neck, or rather, the area between my necks. There could be little doubt. This other head was firmly attached to my body! Yet, it wasn’t my body at all. I didn’t have breasts! I didn’t have two, much less three boobs! But looking down, my eyes couldn’t deny what my brain knew to be impossible. I had tits! Not small man boobs, but giant female breasts! Moreover, I didn’t just have two of them, but rather three of them all in a single row atop my chest. I cupped each of the three boobs with my one functional hand. They all had feeling on the outside and the inside. All three tits belonged to me.
Yet, that wasn’t true either. The didn’t belong to me. They belonged to us. I was sharing this chest with the other head on my body. I craned my neck to the side to try to get a better look at the head that was still unconscious next to me. It was difficult to see at first, as I was met with a bushy head full of red hair, but I finally discovered that the sleeping head attached to my body was that of Susan! I couldn’t believe it. My best friend’s wife’s head had somehow managed to attach itself to my body!
No, that wasn’t right. This body was certainly not mine. I was laying naked in bed. The bed and bedroom were familiar. They were mine. I was inside the bedroom of my house. Everything inside it was familiar except for the body to which I found myself attached. The breasts weren’t the only thing female about this body. I could see the skin was softer and fairer. The body had much less hair and was rounder with flared feminine hips and hairless legs. In a flash of great concern my (our) heart skipped a beat. I could not see my crotch from the downward view I had laying in bed because of the large middle breast. I quickly positioned my functional hand to the area between my (our) legs. I was scared that I would find nothing but a vagina there, to match the female image of the rest of this body. Much to my amazement, I found the familiar feel of my cock and balls there. This body appeared to be completely female from the tits down. Yet, I could clearly feel my male equipment between my legs. However, something was different. I strained to reach further down. I stretched my functional right arm to the limit, as I was unable to pull my upper body up from a laying position. Underneath my sac was a hole. No, not my asshole, because I could clearly feel that it was yet further down and behind me. It was a vagina! Yes, beneath my scrotum and above my anus was the undeniable feel of a woman’s vagina. Yet, like my boobs, I could not only feel my fingertips on the outside of my labia, but I could also feel it from the inside. It was my vagina! I even felt a clitoris there. I had both a penis and a vagina complete with a clit and testicles. I had two apparently fully functional sexual organs, one of each sex.
I felt movement from my left side. Strange considering that my mind had not told my left side to move. I realized that Susan was slowly starting to awaken. Susan was struggling for consciousness just as I had moments before. When she finally awoke she instinctively tried to pull herself away from me just as I had done with her. I felt her movements I felt the left side of our body move even though I was not the one moving it. I had complete sensation on the left side of our body, yet no ability to move it. Susan began to speak. It was a truly bizarre sensation. I could feel her mouth and tongue move yet I had no control over it. At that moment I realized too that I could even hear with her ears, see with her eyes, smell with her nose. It was not double vision. Her and my eyes worked in unison to create one large view. I could still see the world even when I closed my eyes. I was seeing through her eyes. It is similar to when I would close one of my eyes and still be able to see out of the other, but now, I could close both of my eyes and still see out of hers. Yet, even though I could see with her eyes, I had no control over them. I had complete sensation from her head and from her half of our shared body, but control over only the right side.
I felt and heard Susan speak both with her ears and with mine. There was no echo effect. But rather all of our ears worked together to capture and decipher one sound for both of our minds. Her speech was sleepy but nervous all at once. I could feel our one shared heart beating rapidly at our shared fear over our new state of being. “What… What’s happening?” Susan managed to say.
“I don’t know, I just woke up a few moments ago myself.” I tried to sound reassuring though my voice betrayed the obvious fear that I too felt. “We seem to be stuck together somehow.”
Susan looked around frantically was we still lay in my bed in our shared body, yet unable to prop ourselves up into a seated position. “How did I get here? Where is Bob?”
“I don’t know. I don’t even know where my wife is.” I realized that my wife was missing. As I looked at the alarm clock, I recognized the fact that she should be here at this time of morning.
“What did you do? What happened?” I felt tears starting to stream down Susan’s face.
“I really truly don’t know anymore than you, Susan. I woke up to find the same body you did.” My thoughts suddenly turned to the book I had been reading earlier. I somehow knew the book had something to do with this bizarre transformation. I was unaware of how I knew for certain that the book was responsible, but somehow I did.
Susan continued to cry from some time. I lay there next to her in our shared body, trying to be patient. When I detected that the head with whom I now shared a body had regained some control, I suggested that we try to work together to get ourselves into a seated, and eventually a standing position. The concept of having to ‘work together’ just to sit or stand, sent Susan into a fresh wave of tears. Eventually, we did manage, through teamwork, to get our shared body upright. With and even greater amount of effort we were able to get our body to a standing position. I had to coordinate the muscles on the right side of our body to the movements of the muscles on the left side of our body as controlled by Susan. Both of us clung onto the side of my bed for dear life, each of us afraid that we would fall down, not knowing the movements of the other in advance of our own movements.
“Lets try to make it into the bathroom so we can have a look in the mirror. We might be able to get a better idea of just how bad of a situation we have here.” I said, trying to take charge and sound confident, though in reality being just as scared as my feminine side.
“I think it is pretty damn bad!” Susan said though sobs.
I had to agree though I tried to focus Susan on the task of cooperative walking to get us to the bathroom and in front of a mirror. We walked very awkwardly and very slowly each taking tiny baby steps in turn with our respective legs. Susan kept wanting to put one foot directly in front of the other in a lady-like walk. I wanted to yell at her to put a little more bow in her walk, so as not to risk squishing our balls, but I figured telling her that she needed to be more manly in her walk now that she had testicles was probably not what she needed to hear right now. I was having my own trouble keeping balance not only from sharing a body, but also from the feel of the huge breasts bouncing and jiggling all over the place with even the smallest of steps.
With great time and effort we finally made our way into the bathroom nearest to the bedroom of my house. We both looked in utter amazement at the strange reflection staring back at us. We were indeed two heads sharing a single body. As if that wasn’t strange enough, the body itself was bizarre. We had three huge tits alright. They were in a single row atop our shared chest. Susan stated that the two outside breasts appeared to be hers from before the transformation. She indicated that they looked and felt like what she had previously. They were, she informed me, DD-cups. The middle tit was larger than the ones on the outside, Susan approximated that the middle boobs was a full cup size larger than the outer tits. We both grasped and cupped our three large tits. There was no denying it. We had a middle breast that was easily an F-cup in size and two outer breasts that were DD-cups. Even though the middle breast was a different size, the overall effect was actually, though I didn’t admit it to Susan, rather pleasing to the sight. The larger middle breast created kind of a nice rounded look from side to side.
The sexy look and feel of these three huge breasts began to have a reaction as some of the initial fear and shock was wearing away. Our cock started to stiffen.
“Oh my god!” I heard my other head yell. “We are transforming again!”
I looked at the reflection of our now hard cock in the mirror and couldn’t help but give a little bit of a chuckle as I said. “Um… No, that is a much more natural transformation.”
“What do you mean?” Susan said in horror.
“It’s just an erection, Susan.”
“What? Why?” Susan said with a confusion that I didn’t quite comprehend.
“Well… I mean…” I couldn’t believe she actually wanted me to say it. “I have been cupping our tits and…”
“Oh you’re sick! Make it go away this instant!” Susan said in all due seriousness.
“Well, it’s not always that easy…” I started to say as Susan grasped our cock way harder than she should have. “Ouch! Careful with that, it is sensitive equipment.” I knew Susan was well aware of that now. I knew she felt the same sensation from our cock as I did, just as I could feel our shared pussy, which despite Susan protestations, had gotten notably wetter after she turned her attention from our tits to our cock.
Our reflection was of what, in most ways, was a very female body. The skin, the curves, the breasts, the hips, the legs, everything was of a very pretty female form. The only two parts that were decidedly ‘male’ were, of course, the cock and balls, and also, my head. Susan’s head was exactly the same feminine head that she had prior to our transformation. My head too remained unchanged. My very masculine head was now very strange looking as it connected seamlessly to what was, other than the cock and balls, a very feminine body. Indeed, not having shaved in a while, a shadow of whiskers was already visible on my face. It was a stark contrast to the soft features of my left head and our soft and bountiful breasts.
We stood there staring at our strange reflection for a long time, partially from the shock at the sight of ourselves and partially at the fact that we were unaware of how to proceed. I finally suggested that we try to dress ourselves.
“Yeah, like we could ever find anything to cover this freak show!” Susan said with fresh tears rolling down our left head.
“Yes, well, we are going to be even more shocking if we are naked, My Dear.” I said with a simple logic that Susan didn’t really want to acknowledge.
Susan buried her head in our left hand. “Oh god, I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I think we need to relieve ourselves first.” I felt the blood flow to our left head as Susan was obviously embarrassed by the comment she had just made. Nonetheless, she was correct. I could also feel the pressure on our shared bladder. We slid our feet slowly and carefully in our awkward conjoined walk. We actually seemed to make better progress in our movement to the toilet than we did previously when walking from the bedroom. That apparent progress was nullified however when we arrived at the toilet only to almost fall over.
“Look out!” I couldn’t help but yell at the other head sharing my body.
“What are you doing?!” Susan’s head yelled back at me.
“Why are you bending us over? Just stand up straight!” I was already growing exasperated having to coordinate every little movement with another person.
“I’m trying to sit us down to pee, you moron!” Susan stated, equally as exasperated.
I rolled my eyes. “In case you didn’t notice, we have a penis, we don’t need to sit down!”
“In case YOU didn’t notice,” Susan shot back. “We have two holes down there, how do you know it’s all going to come out of the male version? And, how do you expect to aim your little guy when we can’t even see anything down there because of this huge fucking middle tit in the way?”
“Little guy?” I said jokingly, trying to lighten both of our sour moods.
“Sorry, you know what I mean.” Susan responded seriously. “Actually he is a lot bigger than I ever could have imagined. You actually go around with this huge thing hanging out all the time?” Susan asked with what seemed like genuine concern.
Actually, the cock that we now shared seemed bigger than what I had had previously on my own body. It was hard to tell at first, because, as Susan had noted, it was hard to see down there because the giant breasts, especially the middle one which blocked our view. But when I had felt around with our right hand and as I had looked at it in the reflection, it most definitely seemed bigger than it had when only I occupied my body. I was on the larger side of average before, but our cock seemed to be porno size now, especially those couple of minutes where we were erect as I was cupping our breasts in front of the mirror. I was typically about 7 inches in length when erect. It seemed that it was at least 9 inches in length when we were erect in front of the mirror. Not only that, but our flaccid size seemed to be larger both in length and width than what I was used to in my previous body.
“We’re just supposed to let that huge thing stick out all the time?” Susan continued. “That’s gross.”
“It’s not gross,” I responded, feeling a little hurt at having our penis referred to as ‘gross.’ I continued. “It is just a penis for crying out loud, you’ll get used to it.”
“I don’t want to get used to it, I want my body back!” Susan’s loud voice echoed in the bathroom.
“Me too, but can we take care of business for the time being?” I said as I tried to coordinate in unison with Susan to sit our body down on the toilet. We managed to get our body seated and after several minutes of trying to coordinate both sides of our bladder muscles, we managed to get a stream started. From what we could tell, all of the urine evacuated from our male organ. There seemed to be no trace of urine on our vagina. I felt somewhat relieved that I, or rather we, could still stand to urinate. I would have felt very emasculated if I had to sit to pee, not that the three boobs and vagina weren’t already emasculating enough.
I felt Susan using our left hand to tear off a small piece of toilet paper. And use it to dab the end of our cock.
“What are you doing?” I asked. Susan looked confused. “You just shake it off.” I responded.
After relieving ourselves, we slowly proceed to the bedroom closet in my house. Our steps were very clumsy but we seemed to be getting a rhythm down. When we arrived at my closet, I used our right hand to start going through the shirts I had there.
“What are you doing?” Susan asked.
“What do you mean?” I tried to shrug but only managed to raise the right shoulder on our conjoined body.
“Those are men’s clothes.” Susan stated simply.
I stood silently for a moment before saying. “If you think I’m putting on a dress you are out of your mind!”
“I didn’t say ‘dress.’” Susan said, again rolling the eyes on our left head.
“Well, my clothes are bigger than Barbara’s clothes,” I argued. “Shouldn’t we go for… coverage?”
Susan nodded in agreement immediately, obviously wanting to hide as much of this freaky body as possible. We picked out the largest t-shirt and pants of mine that we could find. The shirt was relatively easy, but Susan and I had the hardest time dressing ourselves in my boxer shorts and pants. It was amazing how much coordination it took just to get our pants pulled on and buckled. Not too mention Susan almost caused us some collateral damage when she almost zipped us up before I had a chance to fully pack away our large male member.
After getting some shoes and socks on our feet, we were now fully dressed. Clothing ourselves had provided us with some distraction, but now we were faced with the original problem. What the hell were we going to do now? How could we go out looking like this? Where would we go? How would we get there when we could barely even walk or dress ourselves?
“Should we attempt to drive ourselves to the hospital?” Susan finally asked.
“If we can even drive ourselves like this you mean?” I asked not very confident in our abilities. “Does Bob have his cell phone?”
“I don’t know.” Susan responded. “I don’t even know where he is. Hell, I don’t even know how I got here.”
“Lets get my phone and we can try calling him.” We worked our way slowly but surely over to the kitchen counter where my cell phone rested. Susan used our left hand to dial Bob’s cell number. The phone rang several times before going to voice mail. “Try calling again before leaving a message.” I suggested.
Susan redialed and the phone again rang several times. Just as I thought it was going to go to voicemail again, a voice I recognized as Bob’s answered the phone. I recognized Bob’s voice alright, but something was wrong. I could immediately detect concern or worry in Bob’s voice.
“H… Hello?” I heard Bob’s voice through Susan’s left ear. Even though she held the phone on the opposite side of her head away from my head, I could hear through Susan’s ears just as well as I could hear with the ears on my head.
“Bob? What’s wrong?” I heard our left head say.
Bob’s voice was even more shaken. “I… I can’t really explain it.”
“Something awful has happened, honey.” Susan said as I could feel yet more tears welling up in our left head’s eyes.
“Ye… yes, it certainly has…” I knew that Bob was talking about something awful that had happened to him, not to the conjoinment of myself and Susan of which he was yet unaware.
“It seems impossible…” Bob paused and then slowly continued again. “But… I’m somehow… stuck to Barbara.”
“What?!” Susan screamed into the phone. I didn’t have to wait for Bob to try to haphazardly explain what had happened to him. I knew immediately from his single comment that the exact same thing that happened to Susan and me had also happened to Bob and my wife. I didn’t know how, but somehow again I knew that the mysterious book was to blame. It had somehow “merged” me with Bob’s wife while simultaneously joining Bob and my wife together as well. Bob and Susan tried to explain the situation to each other over the phone. The situation would have been totally unbelievable to both of them but for the fact that they were each living proof of it themselves. After Susan was done talking, she handed the phone off to me so I could speak with Barbara. I expected her to be sobbing much the same way that Susan had been doing most of the time since we had awakened. Yet, as I spoke to Barbara and explained the same occurrence that Susan had just explained to Bob, I detected no sobs or even the slightest of sniffles one might expect from a tearful lady.
The four of us decided that we needed to meet up and talk the situation over before we did anything else. Bob and Barbara were at Bob’s house. Barbara had apparently found herself in Bob’s bed connected to him in the same manner that Susan had found herself in my house connected to me. Susan and I tried to convince Bob and Barbara to come to my house, but in the end, Bob convinced us that his house was in a more remote location with fewer neighbors and people in the vicinity. Susan and I agreed to proceed to Susan and Bob’s house, which, of course, meant that Susan and I were going to have to attempt to drive ourselves in my car to Bob’s house.
“Alright,” I said as we finally managed to get ourselves seated in my car’s driver’s seat. “It seems self-evident that you should probably handle the steering, turn signal, and brake pedal while I handle the gas and gear shift. You know, being that you are on the left and I’m on the right.”
“Sounds reasonable,” Susan replied.
Reasonable. That was the very last term I would have used to describe anything about our situation, but I just nodded our right head and placed the car into Drive after Susan used our left foot to press the brake. Driving together proved to be easier that I had suspected compared to getting our pants on our legs. We decided to take the least traveled roads to get to Susan’s house where her husband Bob was waiting for us, apparently now attached to my wife just as I was to his. The only trouble we had on the way to Susan’s house was at one intersection. We were stopped at the red light and a car pulled up next to us in the left-turn lane. The car next to us was being driven by a young mother and her son was seated in the front passenger seat. Being a lovely summer day, the windows of her car were rolled down, and Susan and I heard the boy as he yelled.
“Mommy, look!” The boy pointed at us as he yelled. “The driver next to us has two heads!”
“Shut up!” The driver of the vehicle said without so much as turning in our direction.
“No, really, look!” The boy protested.
“That is enough of your lies! Now be quiet!” Again, the boy’s mother didn’t look in our direction but only proceeded to turn left as the green arrow appeared on the traffic control device.
When we pulled into the driveway of Susan and Bob’s house, a conjoined couple appeared in the front doorway of the home before Susan and I had even managed to extricate ourselves from the vehicle. After we finally managed to achieve a standing position, we stared at the weird sight of what was undeniably Barbara and Bob’s heads now sharing the space above one set of shoulders on a single body. They stared back at us with equal curiosity and disbelief. Bob and Barbara’s heads were squeezed through the single opening at the top of a large sweatshirt. Despite the baggy nature of the sweatshirt I was able to detect three large bumps in their chest area. They obviously had the same type of triple boobs that Susan and I shared, and from what I could tell, their three boobs seemed to all be of similar sizes to ours. Bob and Barbara’s body appeared to look female as well, except for Bob’s masculine head which appeared unchanged. I couldn’t help but wonder if they had the same doubling of sexual organs that Susan and I did.
As a continued to stare at the strange sight that was once my wife and my best friend, now combined into a single body with two heads, I noticed that the heads were on the same sides. That is to say, the female head, that of my wife, was on their left, just as Susan’s head was on our left. The male head of Bob was on their right just as my head was on our right. Thus, when facing each other, as we were now doing, I was looking into the eyes of my wife and Bob was doing the same with his wife.
I was unsure of how to proceed. Susan took the lead and wrapped our left arm around the conjoined couple in front of us, laying her cheek against Bob’s head.
“Oh Bob…” Susan stared to weep on Bob’s shoulder as I stared face to face with my wife, wondering if she too was going to start sobbing. Not only did Barbara not sob, but I also seemed to detect a faint smile on her face.
“What?” I finally asked simply as I looked directly into my wife’s eyes.
“Don’t you get it?” Barbara asked as her smile widened.
“Huh?” I asked, dumbfounded.
“It’s time for a good ol’ wife swap!” Barbara said as she started to laugh.
Bob and Susan and I all looked to one another confusedly. Barbara continued to laugh, wiping tears from her cheek with their left hand, the hand over which she obviously controlled on their body. Barbara’s tears were caused from her laughter, not from any sadness however.
“Was that some sort of joke?” I asked, irritated at Barbara’s apparent blasé attitude.
“Of course it was!” Barbara stated, ignoring my irritation. “We wanted a spouse swap and we sure got one!” Her own comment started a new round of laughter in her.
Bob shook the right head on their shared body and then spoke. “Barbara has been acting weird like that ever since we woke up to find ourselves stuck together.”
“That’s enough, Barbara,” I scolded. “Now is not the time to be joking. We need to do something about this horrible situation.”
“Horrible?” Barbara spoke with surprise. “It’s not horrible, this is without a doubt the coolest thing to ever happen to me!”
“Cool?!” I asked with shock. I could tell by the expressions on Susan and Bob’s face that they were equally stunned by Barbara’s comment. “Are you insane?!” I continued. “You are stuck to my best friend.”
“I know! Isn’t it neat? I was so bored with everything in life. It is no reflection on you, but I was so bored with work, with home, with marriage, with life in general. This is so exciting. To have to share and cooperate in everything that we do. It is amazing. It is like a whole new life has been opened up to me. It is like exploring life all over again. It is like being reborn into a new world, like seeing everything again with a child’s eyes. So many new things to explore, so many new things to do. I have a penis, an honest to goodness penis. It is so big and it is mine. I can’t wait to use it! I have always wondered what it would be like! Don’t you want to try out your vagina. Lets try it out!” Barbara finally took a deep breath after babbling in excitement.
The three of us stood stunned at Barbara’s strange reaction. We stood silently unsure how to respond to Barbara’s strange enthusiasm over the merging.
Susan finally broke the silence. “Are you nuts, Barb! You are talking about sex?! We need to get to a hospital immediately!”
“Fuck the hospital!” Barbara said aggressively. “I feel fine. I don’t need a stinking hospital. In fact, I’ve never felt more alive in my whole life!” Barbara used their left hand to grab me behind my neck and pull me closer towards her. She planted a kiss on my lips and stuck her tongue into my mouth. I could feel my left half cringe as I knew that Susan felt the tongue in our right head as acutely as I did. “I’m so fucking horny!” Barbara said in a brief respite of tonguing me before returning it to its position inside my mouth.
I pulled Barbara away from our French kiss. “What in the hell are you talking about?”
Barbara reached down and grasped the growing bulge in their pants. “Oh,” Barbara moaned loudly. “I feel this huge cock getting harder! I never knew it could feel like this. Please. I need to stick it inside your pussy!”
“My pussy?” I asked instinctively before realizing that I did in fact have a vagina now.
“Mmmm…. Gawd yes!” Barbara moaned. “I want to cum all over your tits! I can’t stand it anymore.” With that, Barbara reached down to their shared crotch and unzipped their pants using their left hand.
“What are you doing?” Bob protested, though I could tell that Barbara’s excitement was having any affect on him too in their shared body. Barbara used their left hand to pull out a gigantic cock that was now hard as a rock and nearly ten inches in length. Barbara started to gently stroke their cock with their left hand.
“My god, what happened to you cock, hon? It is so huge!” I heard my left head say as Susan looked at the very large member on the conjoined couple in front of us.
“Mmmm… I don’t know.” Said Bob, who was now enjoying Barbra’s stroking of their shared cock despite himself. “…it seems to be a lot bigger now… And I think… More sensitive too.” Bob let out a moan to rival Barbara’s.
Barbara released her grip on their erect cock and place their left hand on our right tit, giving it a good squeeze. “Oh yes,” Barbara continued. “Let me cum all over your three huge tits!”
“Um…” I had no idea how to respond to Barbara’s strange behavior. Nonetheless, I felt movement in our pants as our shared cock started to stiffen. I knew that Susan felt it too. I knew that I should be stopping Barbara. I knew that I should be putting a halt to this sexual behavior. Susan was right. We all needed to get to a hospital. Sex was the last thing we should have been doing without knowing why we were in this strange condition. It was the book. I heard my mind say to me from out of nowhere. It answered your deepest hidden fantasies. I heard my mind say inside the walls of my own brain. Hidden fantasies? I had no desire to be stuck to someone! I argued with myself. Yes you did! You just didn’t realize it… but you will… Very soon you will. My mind answered back. And as if it was providing me with immediate proof, I suddenly felt a wave of intense passion. I let out a very audible moan. I had never felt anything like it before. It was like the sensation that accompanies the lustful thoughts one has at seeing a sexy woman, except multiplied a hundred fold.
I heard my left head give out an equally loud moan of passion. Susan was undoubtedly feeling the same intense passion that I was now feeling. Every part of our shared body was tingling. Every single part of our conjoined form was pulsing with sexual desire. Our shared cock was rock hard and throbbing in a painful bliss of an insatiable desire to ejaculate. Susan used our left hand to free the unbelievably large cock from the tight confines of our pants. She was stroking in liberally.
I felt a sexual sensation that I had never before felt. It was emanating from below our scrotum. Our shared vagina was just as aroused as our cock. It was wet. So wet that our juices were flowing down both of our trembling thighs. The intensity was almost overwhelming. Our wet pussy and throbbing hard cock both yearning for fulfillment. I had never before felt such passionate desire. I wanted… no, NEEDED sex. I kept trying to tell myself that this wasn’t right, that sex should be the last thing on our minds. It was useless. I couldn’t control my desire anymore. I reached out and grabbed the middle breast of the conjoined couple in front of us. I buried my head in one side of their dual cleavage. Realizing we were still in the doorway, I pushed the conjoined couple back and towards Susan’s bedroom.
I kissed Barbara deeply as she had kissed me a few moments before. I pulled off their sweatshirt revealing three huge boobs very similar to ours. We fell back on the bed. It was the start of a sexual encounter that I had had many times before with my wife, yet it was different. Different because I only had control over half of my body and because the other half of my body was kissing and caressing as well but was not under my control but the control of Susan.
“I need your cock inside me.” I heard our left head whisper to the conjoined couple under us. I had fleeting thoughts of rejecting the conjoined couple’s huge cock. After all, I was not gay, why would I want a huge cock inside of me? But I realized I did want it inside of me. No, I was not gay, but I was half woman, maybe more than half. And, my female side wanted that huge cock inside our wet and waiting vagina in the worst possible way. I did not resist as Susan took the lead, positioning our shared body over the erect cock of the conjoined couple under us. She used our left hand to grasp the head of their cock and guild it into our shared pussy. I screamed in bliss as I felt the huge cock slide into our pussy.
I never dreamed it could feel so good. I followed the rhythmic motions of Susan as we rocked our conjoined hips back and forth over the large cock. I felt it brush so sweetly against our shared clit just below our shared scrotum. I used our right hand to stroke our three big tits as Susan used our left hand to stroke our still erect cock. I felt a female orgasm hit, and felt such pleasure as I had never known before, so familiar yet so different than what I had know before. I felt the great sensitivity of our clit post orgasm, almost painful for a moment only to return to that blissful feeling as we continued to rock our hips over the large cock, working our way toward multiple orgasms.
Susan masturbated our huge cock in a clumsy fashion of someone unaccustomed to having their own penis. Although clumsy it was nonetheless effective as we both felt the build up of cum as our male member prepared for ejaculation. We both moaned in delight at the release. We felt a giant stream of cum explode from our male member. I had never cummed so much ever in my life. A heavy and thick stream of white hot cum sprayed out over the conjoined couple’s stomach, spraying their three heaving breasts and even squirting both of their faces.
“I’m going to cum too.” I heard Bob say. I wasn’t surprised that it was Bob rather than my wife who said it. Even though they both shared the same cock, Barbara was unfamiliar with the sensations of the male orgasm. Susan lifted us off the raging male member and repositioned us so that our three highly sensitive boobs were resting atop the throbbing cock. She used our left hand to stroke the conjoined couple’s cock and rubbed it against the cleavage formed between or middle and left breasts. I heard Barbara and Bob moan loudly and simultaneously as a thick stream of hot and white cum burst out of their cock and sprayed our three heavy tits, splashing us in the face as it covered our tits in cum.
The intense passion that had overtaken the four of us abated for a minute, but only for a minute. The cool minds of our brief refractory period gave way to another round of sex as our excitement quickly reestablished itself at the sight of our hot and cum-soaked conjoined bodies. We went another round. This time Susan and I penetrated their shared pussy with our shared cock, cumming partially inside them before pulling out and finishing on their three boobies.
It was the most sexually satisfying moments of any of our lives. After the sex, the four of us shared a shower together. After helping each other clean ourselves, we were left with the same problem. We were four people living in two bodies.
“What the hell are we supposed to do now?” I heard my left head speak. Susan was right to ask. Our head may look the same, but our bodies were very different. How would we ever explain it, especially considering we didn’t know the causes ourselves. The book.
“How the hell did this happen?” I heard Bob ask. Bob was right to ask. This type of conjoinment, for lack of a better word, was impossible. Such a thing just doesn’t happen, couldn’t happen. So how could the impossible be made possible? The book.
“Maybe there is some way to reserve it?” I heard Susan say, feeling the lips and tongue of my left head move as she formed the words. She was right to ask that question as well. How could two distinct people, two people of two genders be expected to live in one single body? Almost everything we did would have to be an effort in teamwork. We couldn’t live like this. We need to search for a way to reverse it. There is no way to reverse it. I heard the book say to me in my mind. Was it the book? No, the book was only the conduit. It was the Oracle that was speaking to me. But from where was it speaking? The Oracle didn’t live in my mind, it only spoke to my mind, directly to my mind. How did I know these facts?
I knew it because the Oracle told me. The Oracle revealed the facts directly to my mind. Yet, it only revealed the facts it wanted me to know. If I could find the Oracle we could reverse it. We could become individuals again. I said there are no reversals, Asshole! But there has to be! If the Oracle has the power to combine us, then it certainly has the power to separate us. It was the only way. I knew this to be true. No medical procedure known to man was going to reverse our conditions. We were too closely fused. We were two heads, but from the chest down, we were but one body. There could be no surgical separation because the math just didn’t add up: two heads but only one body. One head would be left without a body. That is, if either of us could even survive without the other. It seemed that the body we shared didn’t function without both heads controlling it. No, the Oracle give us one body to share and it was the only thing that could provide us with separate bodies.
But it won’t. Why?!! I screamed inside my head to the voice that continually contradicted me. Why won’t it separate us?? I kept repeating the question over and over in my mind. Finally, one word came burning into my consciousness: DESIRE. Desire was the key. It is what unlocked the Oracle’s power. Only true and burning desire could unlock the Oracle’s power. But I do desire! I want my own body back! It is what I desire more than anything! No it isn’t. I heard the voice contradicting me again. No, it wasn’t possible…. Was it? I couldn’t possibly want to give up every shred of individuality I had ever had… Could I? I couldn’t possibly want to have to rely on another person to perform even the simplest of tasks… Could I?
As I thought about those questions, I felt the burning desire rise in me. I felt a closeness to Susan, that no man could ever have to a woman. I felt a closeness stronger that any marriage or relationship. I was a part of her and she a part of me. Somehow, deep down, it is an intimacy I always wanted to have with her. A new intimacy was present too, not just between myself and Susan but between me and Barbara. I had never felt closer to her than I did at this moment. A new intimacy also had arisen between Bob and I. I had never felt as close to my long time friend than I did now. It wasn’t just the sexuality we shared as a result of being conjoined to each other’s wives. It was something more. I was exploring my first steps at an intimacy know other human could know. It was an amazing feeling. An intimacy that was perhaps well worth the price of the importance I once placed on individuality. I didn’t know how I would explain the strange occurrence to work, friends, family or the world at large. I suddenly didn’t think it mattered so much. They could never understand anyway. They couldn’t understand the intimacy until they lived it. Lived it as we were now living it. We were taking our first conjoined steps. Awkward steps to be sure, but we were discovering a whole new intimacy. One none of us knew we wanted until we had it. No, there were no reversals, and somehow, deep down, I suspected that despite all the difficulties we may encounter, soon, we wouldn’t want any reversal nor would we so much as even think about it.
I sat on the floor next to my wife and her conjoined other half. Susan and I wrapped our arms around them in a sweet embrace. I rested our right head atop our conjoined spouse’s three large breasts. I hugged them tightly with Susan’s help. We sat and discussed matters. We discussed how we would tell others of our conjoinments. What we would do and how we would live. We sat atop of their lap. Our feminine ass and hips pressing into theirs. Susan and I wrapped our respective legs around our conjoined spouse’s equally feminine hips, yet our female ass was keenly aware of the hardening cock underneath us and in-between their feminine thighs. We wrapped our respective arms around their shoulders and each leaned into our spouses and each kissed the others deeply. Our three large breasts pressed eloquently into their three large breasts as we did so. Yes, it was a good ol’ wife swap. And, more importantly, it was an intimacy that we couldn’t resist.
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