Wifely Duties

"Damn! How can women deal with wearing heels all the time!" Jeff complained.

Terry rolled his eyes. He had enough of his friend's complains about his predicaments as a woman. He understood that he had it worse compared to him, but their situation was actually Jeff's fault, not his. So he could shut up about it. 

Terry didn't want to try the stupid magic statuette that Jeff bought at a yard sale and he certainly didn't want to swap body with Jeff's neighbors when the statuette got accidentally activated. So now for the time being, he was stuck as 45-year old Paul Hart, while Jeff was his 38-year old wife Amanda. 

Not only they were older, they had to attend all the social activities of the adult couple. They had just returned to one endless dinner party and Terry couldn't stand hearing Jeff's complains. He heard him voicing his discomfort and turned back to scold him. 

Jeff was seated at the top of the stairs, massaging his right calf. Before Terry could talk, his sight gazed at the woman in front of him. His eyes locked on Jeff's deep cleavage, on display thanks to the position he was seated on. Terry felt a stiffness growning between his pants and then Jeff raised his head and looked at him puzzled.

 

"Are you alright, man? You look a bit strange," he asked, raising his upper body.  

Terry gulped at the full figure of his friend. Unable to turn his sight away from Jeff's exposed cleavage and long legs, he turned around. "It's nothing, dude. I think this old body is having trouble with dinner."

He rushed away from the room, trying to remind himself and his hard-on that his 'wife' was really his best friend and a dude. Terry got quickly a cold shower to boil him down. He went into the guest bedroom, where he had been sleeping until that moment, just wanting to fall asleep as fast as possible. 

As he entered the room though, Terry was shocked to see Jeff, staning next to his bed, wearing skimpy red lingerie exposing his breast, smiling sultry. He dropped his towel in disbelief and stood naked in front of Jeff. He giggled at his erect manhood. Terry blushed. 

"Like what you see?" Jeff said wantonly. 

Terry could only nod, before getting back to reality. 

"Dude, what are you doing? I thought you didn't want to do anything remotely womanly..."

Jeff grinned: "I know, I'm sorry I was like this until now. It's just that I can stand it anymore. This body...It has needs...Strong needs. And I'm slowly succumbing to them. So, when I saw you gazing at my chest, well, I decided to take a leap. Are you sorry I did it?"

She grabbed her massive chest as she asked the question and Terry could not take his eyes away from there. He stammered: "N-n-no...I-I'm not...but what about P-Paul and A-amanda..?"

Jeff just giggled: "What about them? We are Paul and Amanda! I'm only willing to perform my wifely duties," he then bit his lips in a sexy way and added: "Aren't you willing to perform your husbandly duties to your busty and very horny wife?"


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