Freaky Fuckday

Chris recalled from last night a particular area that Emily dragged the tip of her cock across inside of him. It had felt absolutely spectacular whenever Emily stimulated that spot and it made Chris come instantaneously. Chris aimed his cock toward that sensitive location inside Emily's pussy and hit it repeatedly every time he penetrated her.

"Oh God!" Emily wailed loud enough to wake the neighbors. "Right there! Right fucking there!"

Remembering how much Chris enjoyed having his anus toyed with last night when she popped his anal cherry, Emily dragged her hand down Chris's lower back to his ass where she stuck her fingers between his hairy crack. Emily used her fingertip to tickle Chris's perineum and poke at his tight, little asshole.

"Oh God, Em," Chris moaned as he felt Emily's finger prodding at the entrance of his anus. Even after being returned to his masculine body Chris apparently remained a nasty anal slut. "You are such a dirty girl."

"You have no idea," Emily challenged as she shoved her entire finger inside Chris's ass.

Chris screamed loudly and fucked Emily even harder as she diddled his asshole with her finger. Despite the odd angle, Emily managed to fit most of her finger inside Chris's rectum and she moved her digit in and out of his butthole in an opposite rhythm to his motions of penetrating her. Each time Chris withdrew from Emily's quim, she forced her digit all the way inside Chris's ass and then pulled it back out as Chris thrust his way inside her.

Chris used his newfound knowledge of Emily's body to make her come using vaginal stimulation with his penis rather than clitoral stimulation, a feat Emily had only achieved before rarely. Chris ejaculated what felt like buckets of cum inside of Emily as she fingerfucked his asshole.

When they had concluded, Chris and Emily panted as they lay exhausted next to each other on the bed. They already needed a nap after wearing each other out again and fortunately they had nowhere to be today. Before they dozed off Chris and Emily turned to each other again.

"I love you, Chris Jennings," said Emily. "You make me so happy."

"I love you too, Emily Jennings," replied Chris. "You make life worth living."

The partners kissed again before falling back asleep wrapped in each other's arms.

~Epilogue~

Everything became different for Chris and Emily after the "Experience," as they dubbed that terribly strange bodyswapped day. While Emily realized now exactly how beautiful Chris truly thought she was, she resolved to finally do something about her appearance. She didn't eat healthy and never exercised and then had to inundate Chris with her constant bitching about being overweight. That wasn't fair to him to put that on him by complaining without actually taking any steps to improve herself.

Emily joined the gym Chris was a member of and started going to run on the treadmill and lift weights most mornings before work. Even though Chris wasn't a morning person and normally went to the gym after work, he woke up early with her and accompanied Emily so he could provide moral support and be a spotter for her when she was lifting weights. Emily didn't think she could have done it if Chris weren't there keeping her motivated.

Emily lost nearly fifteen pounds and kept packing on muscle until she became a solid and toned five foot tall woman. For the first time in Emily's life she actually felt satisfied with her self-image. While her breasts and ass stayed the same size, the rest of her body slimmed down. Emily started wearing sexier clothes to work to show off her new bod and she wore even more risqué underwear for Chris's eyes alone.

Chris thought Emily looked beautiful even before losing the weight and though he said he would love her body no matter what, Chris had to admit Emily had never looked sexier. Her ass looked so delicious in her tight workout pants that Chris just wanted to run his hands and tongue all over the curves of her bottom whenever he watched her exercise. Thankfully, there was usually enough time between getting home from their workouts and getting ready for work for Chris to lick the sweat off Emily's body before they showered together. The undercarriage of Emily's breasts and between her asscheeks were by far Chris's favorite places to tongue-bathe.

Chris's life had become stuck in a rut where he had lost all drive or ambition for his career. Though she never gave voice to her concerns, Emily sometimes worried that Chris would be content to earn the same salary every year as a low-level manager for the rest of his life. Those worries were alleviated once Chris returned to work in the months following the Experience.

No longer needing to fear Debbie or what she was capable of felt like a massive weight had lifted off Chris's shoulders. With Emily working longer hours, Chris threw himself into his work work with a tenacity that sometimes surprised even himself. He developed an algorithm that helped determine who were the lowest performing workers at his store and replaced them with new, more strictly vetted hires. Unfortunate, but necessary. Chris identified several inefficiencies in his corporation's shipping and stocking practices that he helped correct first at the local and then at the regional level. His bookstore ended up posting the highest numbers out of any of the other franchises in the region for the next three quarters in a row. His bosses at corporate took notice.

The manager of the other franchise bookstore in the same city had recently been fired for subpar performance once that store's lackluster numbers were compared to Chris's smooth and efficient operation. Chris's superiors asked Chris if he would be interested in taking on management of both local bookstores. Chris accepted the offer knowing this could be a stepping stone to eventually becoming a regional manager. Chris's father, the original owner of Chris's bookstore could never have dreamed of such a feat being achieved by either himself or his son. Though Chris had to work longer hours and more weekends as he divided his time between two stores, Emily couldn't have been happier for Chris and his newfound success.

Nearly ten months after the Experience, Debbie contacted Chris through an employee at his bookstore who acted as an intermediary due to the restraining order. Debbie had recently been released from the mental institution she committed to voluntarily so she could avoid jail time. Chris was glad Debbie stayed out of jail and decided to get help. He felt more sorry for her than angry or upset with her and it would have been awkward testifying at a criminal trial about an assault against his person that hadn't actually happened to him.

When Debbie had previously been analyzed she had been misdiagnosed with bipolar disorder but more intensive inquiry by her doctors following this latest episode revealed that she was actually suffering from a form of paranoid schizophrenia. The psychologists prescribed Debbie a new cocktail of pharmaceuticals and this time she actually adhered to her drug schedule. Debbie contacted Chris and asked him to please lift the restraining order that Emily had filed against her on Chris's behalf (requested on the day Debbie assaulted Emily while Emily was in possession of Chris's body) so they could speak in person. Emily didn't like it one bit, but Chris needed some closure and he wanted to assure Debbie that he didn't hate her or hold a grudge against her and was ultimately glad she found help.

Chris and Debbie made an appointment for coffee and when Chris met with her he found himself shocked by Debbie's appearance. She had put on some weight and her temperament seemed rather detached and weary though at least her wild-eyed stare had disappeared. Chris recalled Debbie always nervously bouncing a leg or tapping her foot but now she sat perfectly still with her hands folded in her lap. Debbie looked prettier but oddly less sexy when she wasn't psychotic. Debbie started the conversation by apologizing profusely for all that had happened.

"I was in a really bad place," Debbie explained. "My mom just died and she was always the one who took care of me when I had my breakdowns. My boyfriend of four years finally got tired of dealing with my shit and broke up with me. I had no support left and soon I stopped taking my medicine. I was at an all-time low when I got the job at your store and you were just so nice to me at work. In my psychosis, I convinced myself that we were in love and meant for each other. So whenever you didn't return my affections it just made me more and more unhinged. I know that doesn't excuse what I did, but I hope it at least explains it."

"It's alright, Debbie," assured Chris. "I realize now you weren't yourself. I'm just glad you've gotten the help you need."

Debbie teared up and sobbed, "I almost ruined your marriage and career. Your whole life, really. All for a silly, childish crush."

"But you didn't ruin them," said Chris comfortingly. "In some way you actually brought my wife and I closer together. So I forgive you for what happened. You know I always liked you, Debbie. I never felt vindictive or wanted anything bad to happen to you, even after all that happened."

Debbie smiled at Chris as she dried tears from her eyes and told him how happy that made her to hear that. They spent some time getting caught up on their lives and Chris learned that Debbie was having trouble gaining employment after her release from the institution.

"Well, you won't ever be able to work in my bookstore again, even if I requested it personally..." said Chris. "But I'll tell you what. I can write you a letter of recommendation that can help explain away the more... problematic portions of your application and resume."

Debbie was delighted to receive Chris's help and after they finished their coffees they parted on amicable terms. They shook hands before leaving and Chris tried his best to ignore the strange, intense gleam in Debbie's eyes as their skin made contact. Thankfully, the obsessive look disappeared after only a second and Debbie's gaze returned to normal. Debbie bit her lip as if she were unsure whether to say more before she went ahead and spoke.

"I was just so messed up back then," Debbie said with a shake of her head. "The day when... well, when you-know-what happened, I got the weirdest feeling when I kissed you. It felt like you were a whole different person. Like inside. I don't know how else to describe it. Like someone else was in your body and using it in your place? Sorry, this is making you uncomfortable isn't it?"

"No, it's fine," Chris said uneasily. "You're right though, that is quite strange..."

Emily went right to work as Project Manager for the Telephone District reclamation project. Unfortunately, while she was able to bring Drederick onboard as her number two she had to take Greg as well. It quickly became apparent that Greg was attempting to undermine Emily's efforts by purposely missing deadlines and turning in important paperwork to the city late or incomplete. Fortunately, Emily now possessed the authority to fire his worthless ass and she did so with great relish.

Emily felt no shame at the near-perverse amount of pleasure she derived from watching that misogynistic prick Greg being escorted out of the office by security. Knowing what an enormous gaping asshole Greg was, Emily requested that security stay close to her the rest of the day and keep an eye on her car parked on the executive floor of the attached garage as well. Sure enough, later that day security caught Greg trying to key Emily's car and now he had a vandalism charge to deal with alongside being fired with cause.

Emily had to spend more time at the office and work later hours and weekends to stay on top of such an immensely large project. Before the Experience, Chris would have become frustrated and resentful of Emily due to how little time they spent together. But instead Chris picked up the slack at home by cooking meals, washing dishes, doing laundry, and cleaning the house. This ensured that Emily would have plenty of time to spend with him rather than Emily having to do all the chores whenever she was at home like she used to. This meant that Chris and Emily had more time to sit and watch TV together curled up in blankets while drinking wine, more time to go out to the theater or cinema and eat at restaurants on dates, and several more opportunities to have sex.

Chris and Emily would have both agreed their sex lives sucked. Their lovemaking occurred rarely and when it did happen the act was performed compulsively out of a sense of obligation or habit rather than love or lust. Before the Experience they were down to only having sex once every month or two. Now they made love nearly every day and even on days when they didn't have sex they always performed oral sex upon each other.

In fact, their love had become much more oral-fixated since the Experience. They made out all the time now, usually reserving a few minutes right after waking up, before leaving for work, and when they both arrived home in the evening to kiss with all the endless passion they felt for each other. Chris and Emily knew now exactly what their partner liked whenever Emily sucked Chris off or Chris ate Emily's pussy. Chris went down on Emily slowly and methodically, teasing and tickling her with his tongue before finding Emily's center and licking it long and slow just the way she likes it. He knew exactly what to do with Emily's clitoris after possessing it for a day and he could make Emily come multiple times just through cunnilingis.

Emily understand now how much Chris enjoyed her drooling around his cock as most of it filled her mouth. She knew this because she had enjoyed the exact same sensations tremendously when it was Chris sucking and deep-throating her penis. Chris had to work an entire weekend once and while he wasn't around Emily used this solo opportunity to practice with unpeeled bananas and zucchinis until she was able to take most of the produce down her mouth and throat without gagging. Chris had no idea what was about to hit him the next time Emily went down on him.

Chris moaned Emily's name as she took all of him in her throat until her nose poked against his tummy and she could kiss Chris's crotch with her lips wrapped around the base of his shaft. Where the fuck did she learn to do that, Chris thought as he groaned uncontrollably. Emily kept pulling all of his cock out of her mouth and diving her head back down immediately to swallow him whole. She sucked on his dick like a goddamn vacuum cleaner the whole time too. Emily had never shown much interest or enthusiasm for oral sex before, only ever doing begrudgingly because she knew Chris liked it. But to Chris's disbelief, Emily now behaved like a total cockwhore. She slobbered, spit, and drooled all over his dick and never felt embarrassed by the ridiculously noises her mouth made when she was deep-throating her man.

Emily held herself still sometimes and allowed Chris grasp her head to facefuck her while she held her mouth and throat open. Chris's cock slid in and out of Emily's throat perfectly without any friction. Emily swallowed Chris's seed after every blow job and she grew to love the taste of his cum. For some reason, Emily loved being demeaned by Chris calling her a cocksucker or a cum dumpster as he deposited his load inside her. But soon as their sex had concluded, the pair were back to kissing and cuddling and saying sweet things like Chris hadn't said such nasty things at all. It was like getting the best of both worlds for Emily.

Something fundamental had changed within Chris and Emily since they swapped each other's bodies for a day. Emily took on a much more dominant role in their sex lives though Chris was still very willing to communicate his needs in the bedroom. Emily constantly slapped Chris's ass or groped him while they just hanging around the house. It was like a game to her.

If she wanted his cock, Emily would rip open Chris's belt buckle whenever and wherever. It could be in the bathroom, in the kitchen, in the living room, anywhere her fancy struck her. Emily would sometimes jerk Chris off in public places like under the table in restaurants or in the back row of darkened movie theaters. She did this without shame or fear. Emily loved feeling Chris's hot, sticky cum bursting into her hand and providing her a yummy treat to slurp up.

Whenever she wanted it (which was often), Emily would push down on the top of Chris's head until he was forced to fall to his knees before her so Emily could lift her dress over his head. Chris would soon discover whether this was a calculated or spontaneous event when he discovered whether Emily wore underwear beneath her skirt. Chris loved pleasing Emily's pussy with his tongue and was more than willing to lick her any hour of any day.

The explosion of Emily's sex drive in combination with her hot new look drove Chris absolutely wild with desire for her. Even having sex nearly every day and making each other come countless times didn't stop them from wanting each other more. They could never grow bored with each other's perfection. Chris and Emily weren't narcissistic enough to think they were truly perfect, but they did believe they were perfect for each other.

Between the two, Chris experienced the most dramatic change by far. His day spent as a woman lent him a fascination with femininity and women's fashion that Emily encouraged him to explore. Chris started wearing one of Emily's sexiest pairs of underwear to work every day. He would get himself worked up all day long at how soft and clingy Emily's panties were and how naughty wearing them made him feel. Chris became turned on as he wondered what his employees would think if they knew he wore a thong beneath his khakis.

Chris couldn't wait until he got home in the evening so he could model his skimpy underwear for Emily before she peeled the clingy material off his body. Emily made a noise of mock surprise when she discovered Chris's cock nestled inside her borrowed underwear. Then her face took on a curious and intent look as she started playing with Chris's penis using her hands and mouth.

Chris waxed his body from the neck down so his chest, legs, and genitals were totally bald. On some occasions (and only within the privacy of their home), Chris clothed himself in one of Emily's dresses with her bra and panties clad underneath. He affixed a wig he had bought at a vintage store to his scalp and ran his hands through his long, curly hair that looked remarkably similar to Emily's. Chris's wife would even help him apply makeup and lipstick to his face. Chris had always possessed a slim, feminine build with puffy, luscious lips and a face almost too pretty for a man. He looked absolutely stunning as a woman, and Emily sometimes tsked to herself about Chris looking even better than she did in some of her dresses.

Despite becoming aroused whenever he dressed as a woman and having sucked cock and been penetrated by a man while inhabiting Emily's body, Chris didn't consider himself to have any homosexual tendencies. He had no desire for men and no need to explore his crossdressing fetish outside of his own household. Chris did it all for Emily. This was their own private fetish that they enjoyed because it came the closest to recreating the beauty of the Experience.

To help relive their Experience, Chris purchased a strapon for Emily and requested she use it on him. Chris wasn't exactly sure how she would react when he offered the gift-wrapped box to her. He had to admit he wasn't totally surprised by her mischievous grin and unabashed enthusiasm. Attaching the fake cock to the harness around her pelvis helped Emily reclaim some of the intoxicating, elusive power she had attained when there was a real cock growing between her legs. Chris for his part loved recalling the openness and vulnerability he experienced when being penetrated by his lover.