All the Time

by Cherie Denis

  By the end of the amazing weekend of fucking, Lainie wished with all her heart she could forever remain a man. And, her adored husband seemed to enjoy every moment of the fucking as much as she did. He opened his body willingly to her at the slightest touch of her fingers or cock, bending and turning, following her every whim.

  Sunday night, Lainie slipped her cock into Mike’s cunt for the umpteenth time and he sighed and squealed as she slipped in and out. Their climax was mind-blowingly mutual. It took a few minutes before either one of them could speak.

  Eventually, Lainie flopped down on the bed beside him and Mike wiped the spunk off her cock and kissed the glistening tip.

  “Lainie, darling?” Mike queried in his wife’s soft, sensuous purring voice.

  “Yeah, sweetheart,” Lainie answered in Mike’s hot chocolate voice.

  “I’ve been thinking about how much I’ve enjoyed this weekend.”

  Lainie put a firm arm around his shoulders and tucked his tiny body against his chest. “It has been pretty great, hasn’t it?”

  Mike sighed and kissed Lainie’s tight, small, manly nipple. “Uh, huh. It’s been the best weekend of my whole life…and…I want it to continue.” His delicate hand rested at the base of Lainie’s cock, fingers tangled in the blond curls guarding his manhood.

  Lainie pulled Mike’s feminine body closer. “Darling…I’m so happy. You must have read my mind. But, before we go any further with this conversation, you need to think about the ramifications, Mike.

  “First of all, I don’t know how to do your job and you don’t know how to do mine.”

  “Then, there are the problems of babies and periods–all that female stuff. You haven’t even had to fight PMS yet. Do you think you could handle all the female crap, darling?”

  “PMS…periods? God, I hadn’t even thought past the fucking. Wait…what about birth control pills? There’s supposed to be a new pill advertising two or three periods a year.

  “As for babies—I definitely want a couple. Don’t you?”

  Lainie gave a resounding ‘yes’.

  “I’ll admit,” Mike said in Lainie’s soft voice, “I haven’t given much thought yet to all the changes involved, but I’m sure we could teach each other our jobs and no one would be the wiser.” He laid a soft hand over Lainie’s swollen cock as it rested on her thigh. “Besides, darling, admit it you love being a man as much as I'm enjoying being a woman. I have to say you have the most beautiful body in the world and it’s been fabulous living in it this weekend.”

  Mike curled his small fingers around Lainie’s cock and gave it a delicate squeeze and her cock rose pulsing to full hardness.

  “I’m glad you are enjoying my body. I’ll admit I really love having a cock. It has been the absolute best birthday of my life. Fucking your tight cunt has been one of the all time highs of my life.” Lainie gave Mike a tongue tangling kiss, “And, my cock doesn’t hurt one bit, baby. Unlike you, who was constantly complaining about a sore cock from all the fucking. In fact…” she gave Mike another melting kiss, “I want to fuck you again before it all ends.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Monday morning the strident noise of the alarm woke the lovers.

  Lainie was extremely disappointed to find she was back to being herself, no more marvelous cock and no more manly body. She was very verbal about her displeasure.

  Mike, too, was disgruntled knowing Lawanda hadn’t lied. The golden liquid had only changed them for forty-eight hours, give or take an hour. Mike wasn’t sure when the change had taken place, as they had both fallen asleep around midnight from sheer exhaustion and now seven hours later they were back in their own bodies.

  Lainie continued to babble on and on as they got ready for work. She jabbered all the way through breakfast about the amazing time she’d had living in Mike’s body for the weekend. Not to mention how much she’d enjoyed using his cock to satiation. Again and again she mused over the fact his cock had been perfect and an awesome responsibility.

  Mike let her talk. He didn’t mind her chatter because he agreed with her. The weekend had been an amazing, astonishing experience. He’d been quite sad to wake up and find he was a man again. He gave Lainie a warm smile. He didn’t want her to know she didn’t have his undivided attention. He hadn't realized how much he would enjoy being a woman.

  There had to be a way to make the changes permanent.

  * * * *

  “Call Lawanda Jones and ask her to come to my office immediately,” Mike directed Rita, the moment he rushed through the office door.

  “Yes, sir.” She had the phone in hand before he was out of the room.

  It seemed like forever, but was only a few minutes later Rita ushered Lawanda into his office. Mike stood and greeted Lawanda with a warm smile. “Come in, come in. Have a seat,” he gestured to the chair in front of his desk. “Coffee?”

  “Yes, thanks.” Mike lifted the phone and asked Rita to find something good to eat along with some freshly brewed, hot coffee. Then he turned his attention to his lovely guest. “First, I want to thank you for a remarkable weekend.”

  Lawanda chuckled, “Worked, did it?”

  Mike grinned ear to ear, “You bet your sweet ass it worked.”

  Lawanda's full lips tipped up in a knowing smile. “Good, huh?”

  Mike’s jaw ached he was grinning so hard. Reaching into his desk drawer he pulled out a slip of paper and handed it to Lawanda. “Like a fuckin’ dream.”

  She looked at the check, then back at him. “This is far more than I requested.”

  Mike waved his hand to stop her from rejecting the check. “I know. But, it’s the least I can do, considering the gift you gave Lainie and me. I’ve never had such a crazy, wild weekend. So, take it and enjoy.”

  Lawanda stuffed the check in her pocket as Rita entered the office. They were silent until Rita left the room then Lawanda asked, “There must be something bothering you. What?”

  Handing Lawanda a cup of coffee, Mike frowned. He spent a few moments staring silently into his cup of dark brew before nodding. “Yeah, I need to know what would happen if we used more than two drops.”

  A pensive look on her face, Lawanda took a sip of her coffee. “So, you enjoyed the weekend and now you're asking if there’s a way to make it permanent?”

  The thoughtful look was gone from her face. She had gone still and silent.

  Mike almost felt as though she'd left the room.

  She stared off into space for what seemed like forever.

  What was she thinking about? Was she contemplating what was involved if she told him her secrets?

  A weird ache settled in the pit of his belly every time he thought about what could go wrong if they used too many drops. He could be opening his life to a hell of a lot of danger, but…what if they stopped now? Never to find out how different their lives could be. He couldn’t let the chance pass them by.

  Lawanda sipped her coffee and stared over his head. Mike was at his wits end when she finally spoke. “I told you what my mama said about the golden fluid and I promised her it was going to be used one time. Now, you tell me you want to make the change permanent.”

  Mike nodded, silently waiting.

  “To be honest, I have no idea what would happen if you use more than two drops.” She nibbled one of Mai’s almond cookies.

  Mike tried not to appear too anxious for Lawanda to continue, but he definitely wanted to know. He remembered her admonition regarding the golden liquid last week when she delivered it. She’d warned him then anything could happen. Nothing had changed. She was still warning him of the dangers, but danger be damned. The weekend had been perfection and he wanted it to continue for the rest of their lives.

  Mike sipped his coffee and struck up a banal conversation regarding the weather and how far off summer seemed, hoping Lawanda would say something of import soon.

  * * * *

  “Thank you, Lawanda,” Mike said punching the down button to call the elevator for t
he beautiful black woman. “It’s been a pleasure working with you.”

  “You’re very welcome, Mike. Be sure you follow the newest directions I got from my mama. And, remember, if you need me…you have my cell number.” She gave him a telling look. “Call me any time...hear?”

  Mike nodded and handed her into the elevator. He waited until the door closed before returning to his office. He had a lot to think about.

  * * * *

  “Lainie,” Mike called, opening the back door. “I’m home, darling. Put on the sexy bikini I bought you. Let’s take a swim before dinner.” Slamming the door behind him, he set his briefcase down by the back door. Where was she? He took a deep sniff and realized nothing was cooking. That wasn’t like Lainie at all.

  “Elaina Marie Sneider, this isn't funny. Where the hell are you?” he called, trying not to sound panicked. Her car was in the garage, she had to be somewhere in the house.

  “In here, darling,” came her delicate voice from the family room.

  “Damn it, Lainie, you scared the crap out of me when you didn’t answer,” Mike said entering the room off the kitchen. He came to a screeching halt. A huge, grin spread across his handsome face and his cock jumped, pulsing to full arousal tenting the front of his woven, silk slacks.

  There, bare ass in the air, was his sensuous little wife draped over the end of the loveseat. Her heavy breasts rested on the seat cushions. He spent a moment admiring the long line of her fabulous legs right up to her firm tush. Her delicate labia were swollen and wet which meant she’d been a naughty girl again and had been playing with herself while she waited for him.

  Yes, Lainie was a very naughty girl and Mike loved her to distraction.

  Lainie turned her head and gave him a sensuous smile. Sweeping her long, dark hair off her face, she purred, “I didn’t think you’d ever get home, darling. I’ve been waiting very impatiently for you.”

  Mike tugged at the knot in his tie, “I can tell…your clit is completely swollen and your cunt is dripping wet. I’d guess you’ve been playing with your honey pot haven’t you?”

  Lainie nodded and winked. “Yes, but Mike, I was sooo horny…I couldn’t wait a moment longer for you to come home.” She spread her legs a few inches so he could see how swollen and wet she was.

  Mike didn’t require any further invitation. He ripped off his tie, followed by his shirt and by the time he got to his beautiful wife, his shoes were gone along with his socks. Tearing down his zipper, he pulled off slacks and briefs in one yank. His cock sprang free, glistening red, turgid and aching with excitement.

  “Fuck me, darling,” she whispered.

  Grasping her tiny waist in his large hands he aimed his swollen cock toward her petal-pink labia. Burying himself to the hilt in her moisture, Mike groaned as he hit the opening to her womb.

  She whimpered, shifting her stance so he was fully ensconced in her heat. Mike let out a bellow when she tightened her internal muscles and began milking his cock for all she was worth.

  “God, Lainie, I love you so fucking much.” Pulling his cock out, he shoved it in twice as hard. Growling like a horny lion he managed to say, “You are my life.”

  She turned her head lifting her lips to his. He bent toward her and their lips met, blending in a soul-wrenching kiss. The golden penis dangling from Mike’s necklace tangled in Lainie’s silken locks and tugged when Mike stood to pump his cock in her wet channel. The delicate golden cunt charm dangling from the necklace on Lainie’s slender neck pooled on the cushion under her full breasts.

  Four months had passed since Lawanda had warned Mike he was stepping into dangerous territory by using more than the allotted amount. There were no guarantees whether it would work or not, and further, if it would be permanent or only a temporary event.

  He and Lainie had discussed the repercussions. The pro's and the con's. There was the worry they couldn't do each other's jobs, but it turned out when they changed bodies everything including their souls had traded bodies.

  * * * *

  Mike paid Lawanda generously for another vial of golden liquid, just in case, he'd told her.

  He took the vial home to join the other in a place of honor in the lap of a carved jade Buddha in their bedroom.

  After many nights of discussion and worry, they made the decision.

  On the evening of their anniversary, Mike put four drops in two glasses of Crystal champagne. They kissed. One kiss for love, another for luck. They clinked flutes and crossing arms drank from each other's glass.

  They laughed nervously. Mike suggested they take their drinks to the hot tub and after a relaxing soak; they made their way to their king-size bed where they made love into the night.

  The next morning they woke in each other's bodies.

  For the first few days they worried the change might not last, but every day that passed gave them more confidence.

  Mike was Lainie and Lainie was Mike.

  It had worked.

  It had really worked.

  And, just as Lainie had promised.

  Once she became the owner of the velvet sword, they fucked all the time.

  *The End*

  About The Author

  Cherie was born with a book in her little hands. Just ask her mother how much she suffered giving birth.

  Cherie lived in a suburb of LA until she was a teenager. Her family then moved to a suburb of Spokane, Wash. She met the love of her life when she was a senior in high school. They married at twenty and moved to Milwaukee, WI where they had two daughters, a houseful of dogs and other assorted pets. After the kids left home, she and her beloved prince moved to

  Nashville, TN where they are living out the dream.

  Over the years, Cherie has never been far from a book or two or five - she's a firm believer in multitasking. She was a stay-at-home mom, a dental assistant, a pharmacy clerk and seamstress. She also owned her own cake business, worked as a catering sales assoc. for two hotels and was her husband's secretary.

  Several years ago, her mother threw Cherie a challenge stating Cherie could write a better book than the one she'd just finished. Cherie took the challenge and ran with it. She's on her third computer and still has a lot of stories left to write.

  www.cheriedenis.net

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