I couldn’t believe it. Jenny came to me a couple of weeks ago raving about this new marriage counselor who could work miracles using something called “Swap” Therapy. She knew that Jack and I are in a slump right now – and how could she not? She’s my best friend and I tell her everything.
I was at work one day last week when my wife calls me and asks if I was serious about going to therapy with her to better our marriage. She and I had been talking about it for a while now. We still loved each other but things were, for the lack of a better term, boring between the two of us.
“Thanks for the ride Mr. ___ ???”
“Whoop tee dee, Loook at me… Who got Stacy’s bod-dy!”
“Just make me cum” she says “and I can have my body back…” I’ve been sucking my own dick now for 45 minutes and “she” isn’t anywhere even CLOSE to cumming… If I don’t get my own body off in the next 15 minutes, I’m gonna be stuck like this for the next week…
Oh wow that feels so… OW! Hey THAT hurt. I OW OW… OK I get it. You’re right honey. I shouldn’t pull your hair when we do it doggy style. It does hurt – a lot and it really takes the pleasure out of the sex… I’m sorr – OW OW OW…
Come on Tom… or should I say Tommi. RIDE my cock!
In the end it didn’t matter. Dave DID go on to win all the contests all summer long – and every summer after that for quite a few years since the swap became permanent the first time he “swallowed” to guarantee his win…
Damn, I forgot just how big Stacy’s tits were. I think THIS upgrade will keep me on top!
So dude, what do ya think? Missy’s smokin’ hot body and my rockin’ air riffs are gonna win this thing don’t ya think?