It seemed only fair. In all the years I have been married to Eric, I have enjoyed him fucking me in every room of the house and in every way possible. I have even begged for it and he has been very, very good at giving me pleasure.
So once the technology became available, I made the simple suggestion that we switch for a week. What is the big deal? He exploded and said no way and then he called me a bitch which was way out of line.
Since agreement was out of the question I mixed his meds into a soup. I gave him an extra dose of hormones. I timed the last part of the transformation for after I got my new cock (his!) into “Erica”, and after I put her on her hands and knees. My theory was that she would be so busy dealing with the situation that she would overcome her previous doubts.
It worked like a charm. When Erica became focused and understood she was in my body and I in hers, she pushed her sexy butt back against my cock. I didn’t want to be mean but I said “Now who’s the bitch?”
She said “I am so sorry. Please keep fucking me.” We called in sick and I fucked her silly for a week. She loved it and is already looking forward to her special week next month.
