by L M Gregory
“Oh, I intend to. I’ve been waiting for this day a long time.”
While Mike’s body hummed along, he kept his hands to himself. This operation had taken time to come to fruition. No need to hurry now.
Chad bounced on his feet, but apparently never considered starting things in the elevator.
Mike glanced at Chad out of the corner of his eyes and sighed. Chad had struck the genetic lottery and worked to make his body even better. Chiseled jaw, broad shoulders, broad chest, a trim waist, and muscles that didn’t quit. Ever. Just looking at Chad sent a shiver through Mike.
And that’s going to be my body.
Timing would be important.
The trigger for the body swap was intercourse. Everything else would keep them in the same body. That meant Mike would have to keep Chad from fucking him until Mike knew Diana was close. Doug would text that info.
Hopefully.
If not, Mike could try again. Now that he had Chad willing to go for it, Mike had no intention of letting him go.
Sooner or later, Diana was in for the shock she’d given Mike.
Mike had watched Chad enough that he knew Chad’s phone code. Creepy, but he’d needed the information for his plan. Maybe Diana would have shown up with the right inducement from a stranger’s phone, but texting her to come over for sex from Chad’s phone was sure to work. If she were available.
That was the one variable Mike couldn’t control.
Oh well, more sex wouldn’t hurt.
They entered the hotel room, a suite. Having money was a luxury Mike could get used to. He’d been comfortably middle class as Mike, but Veronica had money to burn if he was careful. It was an odd dynamic. Rich, but not rich enough to waste on everything.
More than enough wealth to afford average hotel suites, though.
The door clicked behind him.
Time to finish his vengeance. Please don’t be another foolish mistake.
Mike turned to Chad. Here is where things got sticky. From watching Chad, Mike had figured out how to seduce him. But what now? Chad liked pursuing, did that extend to the bedroom, or should Mike take the initiative.
Thankfully, Chad stepped forward, leaned down, and kissed Mike.
Not bad. Not great though.
Firm. Hard.
A little sloppy.
Turning into a slut had turned Mike into a rater as well. Beth had far and away the best kisses. Sexy and leaning towards loving, which added something that couldn’t be replicated in pure sex.
Among his other lovers, Mike had never found one as amazing as Jeff. The man had made Mike’s body sing. Mike still masturbated to the man. Well, to his skill, he tended to make up men (or women) to do the actual deed with.
Given how much sex Mike got, it was weird that he still needed or wanted to masturbate, but Beth’s visits tended to leave him hanging. Even putting aside Beth’s wanting to wait, Mike found himself horny all the time. More often than he could possibly grab a man to fuck.
Well, more often than he wanted to put in the effort of finding a man. Seducing men turned out to be easy. It was all about place. Find the place where horny men were and bam! Sex. Bars, clubs, the beach, there were so many places Mike could go that he’d lost track.
Running his grocery cart into a cute man even worked.
Mike’s mind drifted. He often found himself doing that with average lovers. And Chad, for all his masculine beauty, was decidedly average in the kissing department.
Too eager.
Too quick.
Mike sighed.
Oh well.
Part one of the plan, he needed to get rid of Chad for long enough to send the text message, and he needed to do so without fucking him.
Mike broke off the kiss. Smiled a seductive smile at Chad. Using his learned yoga tricks, Mike dropped to his knees in a seamless, graceful fall.
Reaching for the button on Chad’s jeans, Mike kept his smile on Chad. The man’s eyes widened.
Because he was looking up and not at Chad’s groin, it took Mike a moment to realize what he’d released.
“Fuck,” Mike whispered as he got a good look at Chad’s cock.
Mike’s lovers over the weeks had been big, small, average.
Chad’s cock was as big as the man himself. Could working out really give a man a bigger cock? I should have worked out.
Mike stared.
The thing flexed. A dribble of precum hung from the end.
Mike looked up into the smirking face of Chad. No wonder he’d never learned any skill at the art of sex. Ass didn’t need it!
Or thought he didn’t. Mike hadn’t had that many lovers despite a few weeks of practice. He’d had enough to learn that cock size was nice, but next to skill meant nothing.
Though, maybe at Chad’s size, things would be different.
Mike shook his head. He needed to get going.
His lips stretched to take the head of Chad’s cock into his mouth. He used his hand to rub the long length of the phallus, his fingers unable to close around the monster dick.
Chad groaned.
Despite bemoaning Chad’s lack of skill at kissing, Mike still didn’t know his own talent. He’d given a few blowjobs without complaint. Fucked many a man without issue. Mostly he stuck to what he had liked and what the man’s reactions said he wanted.
Did that make him skilled?
Maybe.
Chad didn’t seem to have an issue with Mike’s blowjob.
Moaning.
Fingers ran through Mike’s hair, tightening.
And Chad exploded into Mike’s mouth. That was quick, Mike thought. He pulled back, letting some of the spurts hit him.
“Oops.” Mike giggled.
Chad laughed around panting breaths. For a guy who spent all his time in the gym, Chad didn’t have much endurance. Then again, Mike had never seen him running or doing cardio of any kind. Just lifting.
“Could you get me a washcloth?” Mike asked, batting his long lashes at Chad.
“Sure babe. I need to take a piss anyway.”
Bingo.
Mike had to wait until Chad entered the bathroom for the next step, he couldn’t pull his eyes away from that hard, tight ass.
Shaking his head, Mike dug in Chad’s pants, pulled out the phone he knew was in the front pocket, and unlocked it.
Come on, where are you? Bingo! Diana’s number floated in Mike’s vision.
“Babe, got a hotel room. Come see me. Clerk has a keycard for you.” Mike typed while hoping it was close enough to Chad’s tone that Diana wouldn’t notice a difference. He added the location, turned off the ringer, and stuck the phone back into Chad’s pants just as a toilet flushed.
Chad walked out a moment later, sans washcloth.
A few steps into the main room, he paused. “Oh, the washcloth.”
Mike ran his finger through the cum running down his chin and sucked his own finger clean while staring right at Chad. “Don’t worry about it. Come here.”
They made out on the hotel rooms couch.
Mike had to keep Chad from rushing, not an easy thing. The man wanted to dive in.
Not yet. Not yet. Come on Diana, where are you?
Too bad Chad seemed to have no interest in diving in headfirst, that would have taken some time and been fun. Maybe. Unskilled oral sex might be worse than nothing.
Panting, Mike took Chad’s hand and led him into the bedroom. Chad’s hands had gotten grabby to the point Mike didn’t think he could keep him stalled much longer. So, change of venue.
Once in the bedroom, Mike pushed Chad back on the bed and did a striptease.
He’d practiced a couple times in front of the mirror and even once in front of a man. Mike’s skill didn’t approach a real stripper, but given the Veronica’s body, it didn’t matter much.
The idea was to stall, so Mike lingered over each piece of clothing. Not that he had much. After showering at the gym, he’d pulled on his regular sweater and jeans before meeting
Chad to head to the hotel.
Sweater tossed into a corner.
Breasts played with, teasing Chad from a distance. Coming closer. Backing off. Dancing to no music but the rhythm in his head. He had to keep Chad interested so he wouldn’t try to stop Mike, but not so aroused that he tried to hurry things along.
It seemed to work.
Chad’s face went slack in a glazed, mesmerized manner.
Getting out of a standard bra turned out to be a little less sexy than the outfits strippers wore, but Mike’s new tits more than made up for the awkwardness of displaying them.
Once free, Mike held them up. Sucked his own nipple. Danced close to Chad, leaned in so close Chad could almost touch, but leaped back just as Chad’s hand reached.
Chad groaned. Mike responded with a giggle and a wink.
He spun around, leaned over, Mike knew his ass looked good in the jeans. Damn good. They were just too small, so showed off the round softness of Mike’s butt.
While bent over, he snapped the jeans open. Stood and spun again.
Shimmied out of the jeans leaving only a thong covering him. A soft beep from his jeans reached him.
A text.
Doug’s ringtone.
Diana was here.
Mike stripped the panties off and hurried to the bed. Pushing Chad onto his back, Mike straddled him.
It wouldn’t take Diana long to arrive even if the elevator didn’t cooperate. Mike intended to be balls deep when she walked in.
Well, maybe. He still wasn’t sure about that cock.
Mike shifted. Took Chad’s cock in his hand, guiding it to his slick opening.
Slowly Mike settled on Chad. Taking him inch by inch.
A groan slipped from his lips. Chad grinned at him.
Deeper.
Had that been a click?
Deeper.
Full. Stuffed.
Mike rocked.
Faster.
Rubbing his clit, filled with Chad’s monster of a cock, Mike moaned. It wasn’t going to take long.
Had Diana arrived?
The thought floated through his head and disappeared. He didn’t care anymore. It felt too good. That was the problem with sex in the Veronica body; it just felt too damn good.
Faster.
Harder.
Forward and backward. The cock moving just enough in him.
Pleasure rising.
Rising.
It crested in a wave that left Mike’s head spinning and him breathless. Chad exploded inside him a moment later, the accustomed warmth rushing into Mike.
“Oh my god, Chad!” A very familiar voice squealed. “She’s gorgeous! I’m going to enjoy eating the cum out of this one.”
Wait. What?
Diana wasn’t upset?
She wanted a threesome?
And why hadn’t Mike switched places with Chad?
Three-Foursome
Once Mike stopped reeling from the shock of seeing Diana and worse, seeing Diana happy that Chad cheated on her, the answer to why he hadn’t swapped with Chad became obvious. Because Chad hadn’t cheated.
They were in an open relationship. Or just fuck buddies and not even in a relationship.
If that’s what she wanted, why didn’t she ever ask me?
That was obvious. Because Mike never would have gone for it. Until his experiences as Veronica he could never have contemplated an open relationship.
While Mike’s thoughts spun faster than a merry-go-round, Diana stripped. Even though she had always turned him on, Mike barely noticed.
His vengeance had failed. Because it wasn’t possible to get revenge on Diana. She wanted Chad to have sex with other people.
The bed creaked, dipped, as Diana knelt on it. Her small hands planted themselves on Mike’s chest and pushed him down.
“Damn, Chad. You know me so well. I think she’s even better looking than I am!” Diana said while examining Mike from head to toe.
“Maybe,” Chad rumbled.
That didn’t even seem to phase Diana. Instead, she lowered herself to between Mike’s legs. “Mm, she even smells heavenly. Your spunk and her, the perfect combination.”
What was Diana doing?
The tongue shifting through Mike’s pussy filled him in. Exactly what she’d said. Eating the cum out of him.
Her tongue sifted through Mike slowly. Gently. Bringing him back to arousal quicker than he’d expected possible.
She soon had him squirming while Chad watched with interest but didn’t seem inclined to interfere.
Diana kept up a running commentary. “Oh, she likes that!”
Mike moaned, his hips lifting to meet Diana’s searching tongue.
“Higher girl, I need to get in deep to suck out the cum.”
Mike shivered. What the hell was wrong with Diana? Sick girl! But Mike didn’t stop her. No way was he stopping her. Which made him what?
Tongue delving inside shut Diana up for a little while. But when she pulled out, she looked at Chad, liquid dripping down her chin. “See how much she like that? You need to learn that.”
Ouch. But Chad just sort of shrugged. His eyes wide as Diana dove back in. “Why? I have you for that.”
Diana sighed into Mike’s cunt but didn’t pull out. She wasn’t so much cleaning anymore as going to town on Mike. With a skill unmatched by even the fantastic Jeff.
Quick dives.
Slow licks.
Back and forth.
She brought Mike near peak, backed off. Returned.
Teased.
Pleased.
Until Mike was a quivering mess.
“Diana,” he moaned.
His ex-girlfriend didn’t stop.
“Diana!” Mike screamed. Frustrated and aroused beyond reason.
And still Diana teased him.
Teased until Mike grabbed her head and held in her place. Giggling into Mike’s pussy, Diana finished Mike off with a screaming climax that Diana kept going with little nips and touches so long that Mike feared he would pass out.
“Fuck me. Fuck,” Mike whispered.
“Already did that,” Chad mumbled.
Mike had forgotten the man was still there. Hadn’t cared really.
Diana fell beside Mike, leaning in for a kiss. Moist lips met Mike’s, his own juices all over Diana’s face and tongue.
Diana snuggled into Mike. She’d always been a snuggle bunny after sex, though usually after her own pleasure.
Something Mike couldn’t even consider at the moment. His body still quaking with tiny aftershocks. Would they ever stop?
I’m going to be stuck in an endless loop of pleasure until I die. What a way to go.
“I think Chad is feeling lonely; you’ll help me fix that won’t you?”
“Uh,” Mike couldn’t think of what to say since he wasn’t sure what Diana meant.
But Chad knew, he laid back, cock back to full erection. The guy might not have the stamina to last long, but he had the ability to come back fast!
“You take the right. I’ll take the left,” Diana said, rolling over Chad to reach the other side and then sliding down to nuzzle Chad’s cock leaving little doubt what she meant.
Did Mike want to do that? He’d only blown Chad earlier as part of the plan. A plan which had failed and couldn’t be completed now anyway.
Well, even if the plan failed, that didn’t mean he had to throw away the whole day. Right?
Mike looked into Diana’s achingly familiar blue eyes across from him. Chad’s cock flexed between them. Diana grinned at Mike and Mike couldn’t help but return it. They licked in different places and speeds across Chad’s cock.
The big guy squirmed on the bed. I wonder what it feels like? Mike had never had a double blowjob. Never really considered it possible. What else had he missed out on by never stepping out from his monogamous beliefs?
Was it even fair to beat himself up over his preferences? He’d grown up learning that monogamy was the way to go. It had taken
an effort to even consider premarital sex. Though, once past that hang-up, he’d embraced it full-heartedly.
Giving a blowjob gave plenty of time to think. Which was good and bad.
“Stop!” Diana commanded.
Surprised, Mike pulled back.
Chad groaned. “Come on, Diana! Don’t do that.”
“Sorry big guy, I’m going to train you to last longer.”
“No one complains,” Chad grumbled.
“I’d have liked it to last longer,” Mike said.
Diana grinned at Mike, and they both broke down in giggles.
“Fine, make fun of the man.”
“Aww, poor little man. Should we stop teasing him?” Diana asked while looking at Mike.
Mike sighed. “I suppose.” They returned to kissing and licking Chad’s cock, but Mike winked at Diana, he saw no reason to stop teasing the big guy.
“And… stop!” Diana commanded.
“Damn it, Diana!”
Mike and Diana broke down in giggles.
Not sure why he wanted to do it, but giving in to the feeling, Mike leaned across Chad’s cock and kissed his former girlfriend.
“Mm, that’s nice.”
“Excuse me,” Chad said.
“No rest for the wicked,” Diana said.
Again, they went for it on Chad’s cock. Stopping. Going. Over and over until the mere touch of their lips almost set him off. Finally, Diana determined they’d teased Chad enough. They let him cum in an explosion of cum that impressed Mike. The guy had cum twice already, where was he getting that much?
Mike and Diana settled into a snuggle across from each other, with Chad in the middle.
“I’m so glad he found you, this is going to be a magnificent day!” Diana squealed.
A knock rang in the room before Mike could respond.
“And it’s about to get better!” Diana said, jumping off the bed and scurrying naked to the other room.
Mike looked at Chad. “What did she do?”
Chad shrugged. “Who knows. Could be anyone.”
It wasn’t anyone.
Bare feet pattered across the floor. Louder strides following.
Diana entered the room first.
Followed by the last person Mike expected to see.
Veronica.
In Mike’s body.
