Freaky Fuckday

~Chris~

"Don't stop."

Chris forced his tongue between Emily's lips and inside her mouth as he touched his wife's new sex organ. Her member felt just the same as any other time Chris played with his cock, an event that had occurred with much greater frequency the last few months as Chris and Emily's relationship grew distant. The length and hardness of the penis Chris held were as familiar as an old friend, as was the mole near the base of his shaft that he used his thumbnail to play with. It felt exactly the same as any other masturbation session. But the experience was totally different. Instead of providing pleasure to himself, Chris totally surrendered to the pleasing of his wife's cock. Chris knew exactly what he to do with nearly two decades of practice backing up his efforts.

While Chris knew jacking Emily's cock up and down would feel amazing to her, there was a lot more to pleasing the male anatomy than simply locking the shaft into a death grip and playing tug-of-war with it. Chris danced his fingers along the tip of Emily's penis as he stroked, tickling and teasing the head of her cock. He rubbed the stretchy film surrounding her blood-gorged shaft so the loose skin moved up and down without actually jacking her off. Chris reached deeper inside Emily's underwear and cupped her furry testicles in the palm of his hand. He rotated Emily's balls around in his fingers with circular motions as he lightly squeezed the firm centers of Emily's testes.

"Chris," Emily moaned between wet kisses. "You're driving me fucking crrraaazzzyyy..."

"Just wait till you see what I can do with my mouth," Chris whispered back.

Emily stared back at him with a shocked expression. The surprised look on her face turned naughty as her open mouth reshaped into a wide grin. Emily reached down and lifted Chris's skirt up above his knees so her hand could sneak beneath its hem. Chris trembled as Emily's warm hand ran up the inside of his thigh and inspected the lacey fabric of his underwear.

"What ever could you be wearing under there, Mr. Jennings?" Emily asked.

"Why don't you take my clothes off and find out for yourself, Mrs. Jennings?" Chris replied mischievously.

Emily rubbed the palm of her hand against the center of Chris's genitals where he felt the warmest, petting his already soaking wet vulva through the thin fabric of Chris's underlings. Chris moaned and squeezed Emily's cock tighter in his grip as Emily stroked the bits of his labia that were accessible through the openings in the lace of his lingerie.

"Yesssss," Chris hissed. "Oh fuck, touch me right there Em."

Emily pulled Chris's underwear roughly to the side and pressed it to his thigh as she touched Chris's pussy without any barrier blocking her access. Emily didn't masturbate very often but she knew her body well enough to understand the most pleasurable areas to touch. Chris laid his head down on Emily's shoulder and moaned as Emily massaged his clitoris and between his pussy lips with her fingers. Chris thought he might come right then and there when he felt two of Emily's fingertips worm their way inside his vagina.

While Chris explored his new body a little bit earlier, he had never experienced penetration like this before. Having someone else finger him was roughly analogous to receiving a handjob rather than masturbating yourself. Chris felt Emily's hand stretching out to penetrate him deeper and her limb flexed as her fingertips curled against Chris's vaginal walls. The alien sensation of feeling another person's body parts moving inside him drove Chris wild with desire.

"Emily," Chris gasped. "I want you to fuck me. I want you inside me."

"I want that too," Emily replied quietly. "I can't believe I'm saying it, but I do. Should we retire to somewhere more comfortable than the dining room?"

"Either that or fuck on the table," Chris joked. "But I'd much rather you led the way to our bedroom."

Leaving the uneaten food and unwashed dishes behind, Emily took Chris by the hand and led him up the stairs to their room. It took them nearly ten minutes to make it to the second floor as they kept stopping to make out or feel each other up with every couple stairs they climbed. Chris managed to tear Emily's shirt off at some point while Emily had deftly unbuttoned Chris's blouse so that his lacey bra and a vertical line of skin showed between the two sides of Chris's fabric. They groaned in unison as their chests pressed together while they kissed and the warm flesh of their torsos touched for the first time. Chris and Emily's passion had grown so all-encompassing that they didn't even look where they were going and they kept tripping and stumbling over each other as they slowly worked their way to the bedroom.

When they finally made it inside their room, Chris pulled Emily onto the bed atop him. They kissed with greater fervor and their bodies grinded together wantonly. Chris worked both his feet against the other until his wedges plopped down to the floor and he could rub his pantyhose covered toes together. He loved the way hose felt on his legs. They kept making out until Chris's makeup had been adequately ruined by their kissing and Emily's mouth and cheeks had been painted red by Chris's lipstick. Chris pushed Emily up and backward into a sitting position above his prone form as she looked at him wondering what was next.

Without saying a word, Chris unbuttoned and unzipped Emily's pants then pulled her slacks inside out down to her knees. Chris tossed Emily's shoes away as they impeded his progress and then removed her pants completely to reveal Emily's hairy, muscled calves and thighs. The bulge of Emily's staff draped the fabric of her plaid boxers around it like a tentpole. Chris grinned slyly and rubbed Emily's cock through the fabric until she groaned before lifting the underwear up and over Emily's cock so he could pull the boxers all the way off Emily's legs.

Chris stared with bewilderment at his own cock that extended from the body that now belonged to his wife. He considered himself average-sized but now that he saw his penis up close and pointed right at his face, Chris realized the length and girth of his cock was intimidatingly large. Chris had trimmed his pubic hair recently and there were only short, spiky hairs growing from his pubis and testicles rather than the bushy beard that covered Chris's genitals only a week ago. That made things a little easier for him as he acclimated himself to his new role.

Chris had never really considered how strange a body part the male sex organ was until now. The bulbous head, the blood-gorged shaft, the dangling, wrinkly testicles all seemed so odd to him. Women actually find this thing attractive? Chris unbelievably found himself turned on by the sight of it, but that had more to do with the unusual spectacle of a penis belonging to Emily than any personal desire for cock.

Chris reached over and touched Emily again, this time with her naked cock totally visible rather than covered. Emily made little gasping and grunting noises as Chris played with her penis and testicles. Emily thrust her pelvis in rhythm to Chris's tugs so that her body and Chris's hand moved in concert to provide Emily as much pleasure as possible. Chris felt dampness dotting the back of his hand and worried he made Emily cum too soon. But the amount of fluid detected was hardly a typical quantity of Chris's ejaculate. A bead of precum must have oozed from the tip of Emily's cock when he jerked it upward which was what wetted Chris's hand. Chris smeared the fluid all over Emily's cock as he stroked his hand up and down her rock-hard shaft. Emily and Chris's eyes met as Emily stared down at Chris openmouthed and breathless while he touched her.

~Emily~

Emily and Chris's eyes met as Emily stared down at Chris openmouthed and breathless while he touched her. God he looks hot with his blouse unbuttoned and his eyes lit with burning desire, Emily thought. Chris's legs were spread apart to accommodate the position of Emily's body and she couldn't help thinking his laid open in invitation. Emily hadn't considered what exactly Chris meant when he begged her to fuck him but now Emily understood that Chris wanted to feel her moving within him. Chris had committed to the ultimate surrender of one's body. To be penetrated meant making yourself totally vulnerable to your partner as you willingly took them inside you. It made Emily so excited to see Chris surrendering his body to her and allowing her to take him.

Chris let go of Emily's cock and his eyes never left her gaze as he pulled the blouse over his shoulders and stretched the garment off his arms so only his bra covered him from the waist up. He had a soft, but not pudgy tummy and curves that sloped inward and outward in a way most pleasing to the eye. Chris's heavy breasts were so large they fell toward either side of his chest and threatened to spill out of the lacey bra. Emily remembered the lingerie well and was reminded of how nipples showed through the transparent film of the bra. The underwear displayed a generous amount of cleavage and most of the soft, doughy flesh of Chris's breasts had squeezed outside the confines of his bra.

God, Emily had acted like such a slut the night she wore that lingerie for Chris. Emily didn't know if she just felt that sexy because of the underwear or if her love for Chris had simply overwhelmed her, but for the only time since Chris cheated on her Emily totally let herself go when they made love. She would've let Chris do anything he wanted to her that night. Chris's finger touching the inside of her rectum felt so dirty and sexy that it was like the greatest thing in the world. Emily came so many times that night it was unbelievable. The loosening of her inhibitions and loss of self-control scared Emily enough the day after that she never wore the sexy lingerie again and she went back to being detached and reserved in the bedroom from then on.

Emily realized now how silly that kind of thinking was. A few hang-ups weren't reason enough to deny herself something she truly enjoyed. In the future, Emily knew that while she would never be a slut she could act like one just for Chris. She wanted to do everything with him, all the naughty, nasty things their dirty minds could think of. But first, Emily desired to make Chris a slut for her right here and right now.

Chris undid the button on the front of his plaid-checkered skirt and unclasped the band around its waist before pulling the skirt down his legs and kicking it to the floor. Now Emily saw the full profile of Chris wearing her lingerie and the result was stunning. Curvy, voluptuous thighs folded together perfectly next to panties so thin they nearly revealed all of what underwear is intended to cover. The sexy way Chris bent his knees and turned one leg over the other to hide his crotch while still displaying the side of his buttock had Emily even more aroused. Did Emily always look this sexy? Or was this just the way Chris saw her all the time? She couldn't believe how amazing Chris looked in her body.

Emily traced her fingers up and down Chris's sides and his stomach. Chris giggled girlishly as her fingertips danced over his sensitive flesh. He had never been ticklish before, unlike Emily who fidgeted any time she was tickled. That trait remained a peculiarity belonging to their physical forms which Chris had inherited inadvertently.

"You look so fucking sexy, Chris," said Emily in a husky voice.

Emily's mouth watered at the sight of Chris in his underwear. She hungered for him.

Chris blushed and replied, "Thank you, Emily. You're the one with the amazing body though. I'm just renting this space."

Chris looked at Emily shyly as he reached behind his back and unclasped his bra. He let the bra slide down the side of his body until it fell to the floor. Now his large bosom was released and its reveal was well worth the wait. Emily felt stirrings in her loins as she watched Chris's breasts rise and fall with each breath as if they were inflating and deflating.

"I want to watch you take my underwear off," Chris said excitedly.

"Well then..." Emily said with amusement as she reached down and scratched a fingernail against the lace of Chris's panties.

Emily sneaked her fingers down between the fabric of the underwear and Chris's pelvis before sliding her fingers around to Chris's hips. In a single quick motion, Emily pulled Chris's panties inside out as she ripped them down his legs and threw them into the air behind her. Emily stared into the mass of dark, curly hair surrounding Chris's pussy and wondered idly if she should have trimmed herself more recently. Before she could apologize for her lackluster maintenance, Chris bit his finger and spread his legs wide apart to reveal to Emily the wonders between his thighs. Emily couldn't understand why men (or lesbians for that matter) found the female sex organ so sexy. It looked so odd and wrinkled with the way the labias all folded together around a deep gash. Regardless of whether there were any attractive qualities to her vagina, Emily felt an almost overwhelming urge to touch it and feel Chris from within.

"Touch me, Emily," begged Chris with a moan.

Emily acquiesced and reached down to cup Chris's breasts in both her hands. She massaged and squeezed his tits while rubbing his nipples with her thumbs. Chris arched his back and groaned as Emily played with his breasts in expert fashion. She should know what touch felt the best.

"I had no idea you were so sensitive here," Chris gasped as Emily pinched his nipples between her thumb and forefingers and rubbed his tingling buds back and forth with her fingertips.

"You love it, don't you?" Emily asked. "My naughty little girl."

"Oh, fuck yessss..." Chris rasped.

Emily's hard throbbing erection rested right on top of Chris's crotch. It felt comfortable nestled inside the nest-like hair of his pubis. Emily felt an irresistible urge to get it over with and just stick her cock inside of Chris's opening. She could feel his arousal seeping out of him, he was ready. But Emily felt like playing with him a bit more first. Emily gave Chris a mischievous look and leaned downward to take Chris's left breast into her mouth. Chris moaned as Emily began suckling upon his nipple.

~Chris~

Chris moaned as Emily began suckling upon his nipple. The buds of his breasts were like tiny little buttons that seemed to have a direct connection to his pussy when they were pressed hard enough. Chris felt himself getting wetter and wetter the longer Emily toyed with him. He was going to made a puddle on their bed before long if this continued. Chris gasped in surprise as Emily worked his nipple back and forth between her teeth, causing pain to mix with his pleasure. After biting Chris so hard he squealed... well, like a girl, Emily soothed his aching breast by making long and slow licks of her tongue around and over his nipple.

"That feels so fucking good," Chris cried. "Oh, God."

Emily's mouth crossed over to Chris's right breast where she repeated her previous ministrations upon his teat in exact measure. Chris breathed sharply as Emily pleasured his nipple with her mouth and he cradled her head to his chest as a nursing mother would. As she licked his tits, Chris reached across and tugged on Emily's cock again. She made an appreciative noise of satisfaction as he stroked her long, stiff cock up and down.

Emily reciprocated by reaching between Chris's legs and touching his hot, needful center. She knew exactly what the fuck she was doing and Chris could no longer control the noises emanating from him. Emily rotated her fingers around his pussy lips and teased his dripping wet opening with her fingertips while the palm of her hand rubbed Chris's clitoris up and down. Emily fingered Chris masterfully and why wouldn't she? She knew exactly how she liked it.

Chris screamed when without warning Emily shoved two of her fingers all the way inside of Chris. Being penetrated still remained a foreign feeling to Chris and he had to become used to the sensation first before he could derive any pleasure from it. It didn't take him long. Emily curled her fingers inside Chris's pussy, taking him to the height of ecstasy as she explored inside him. Emily found a soft, lumpy spot deep within him that seemed promising and she began tapping it repeatedly.

"Right there!" Chris moaned loud enough to wake the neighborhood. "Right fucking there! Oh God Em, what are you doing to meeeeeee?"

Emily couldn't answer because she still had a mouthful of Chris's breast between her lips. She had sucked the entirety of Chris's nipple and areola into her mouth and was currently working to suction as much of the rest of Chris's breast. Emily added a third finger to reside along with the other two inside of Chris and started fingerfucking him with sharp stabbing motions.

"Oh my God, I'm coming! I'm coming!" Chris cried out as he achieved orgasm for the first time as a woman.

Waves of pleasure radiated throughout Chris's body and he screamed as the ecstasy obliterated his senses. The only thing Chris could feel was pleasure as his pelvis lifted off the bed and pushed back against Emily's thrusting fingers. Chris writhed against the mattress as Emily's fingers moved within him relentlessly until he movements slowed to the occasional twitch. Emily gave Chris's nipple a final lick and lifted her head from his chest.

~Emily~

Emily gave Chris's nipple a final lick and lifted her head from his chest. She looked down at Chris with her fingers still inserted inside him but unmoving for the moment. Chris's arms were stretched out above his head and his legs were spread wide apart. Chris's hair had turned into a tangled mess that fanned outward across the pillow beneath his head. His body was covered with a film of glistening sweat. Chris's eyes looked satisfied but still hungry as he stared up at Emily with his great chest heaving in deep, languished breaths. God, he looks fucking sexy like this, thought Emily.

Chris's orgasm had completely soaked Emily's hand with his juices and a puddle of wetness stained the sheets beneath Chris's crotch. The inside of him felt hot and deliciously wet around Emily's fingers. Emily regretfully removed her fingers from Chris's pussy which made her husband gasp at the sudden emptiness. Emily trailed her wet fingers up Chris's body, leaving a sticky trail of his come from his crotch up to his chest. She stopped just for a moment as her finger traversed his nipple and she played with the bud until it was as wet and sticky as the rest of her hand. Emily brought her fingers close to Chris's lips when he took her by the hand and shoved her wet fingers into his mouth.

Chris moaned in his throat as he tasted himself on Emily's fingers. Emily made a contented noise as Chris sucked on Emily's fingers and moved them in and out of his mouth. Emily's penis had turned flaccid from being without direct stimulation but when Emily saw the dirty way Chris tasted himself on her fingers her cock sprang right back to attention. Chris sucked on her fingers lasciviously like they were a miniature cock. Emily caught Chris staring at the hard, throbbing shaft jutting out from between her legs as he treated the fingers in his mouth like a penis. He wouldn't, Emily thought. Would he?

Chris answered Emily's silent query by sitting up and pushing Emily back onto her knees with her lower legs folded beneath her. Chris put his hand behind Emily's neck and pulled her lips to his. While they kissed with more passion than they had in years, Chris reached down and started playing with Emily's cock again. Feeling Chris's fingers touching her down there felt incredible. But if he didn't stop gripping her cock as tightly as possible and squeezing it as he tugged on it Emily was going to ejaculate everywhere.