She lay still, feeling hands on her pussy. His long fingers worked around her body. He kissed her shoulder and down her arm. Then to her perky breast....The feel of his warm mouth around her puffy areola made her gasp. Something about that sensation caused her body to explode.His fingers simultaneously grazed her pussy slowly. Oh to be handled like this, she thought. For a moment, it felt like multiple men were pleasuring her at once. His mouth on her breast, his hand on her cheek and his finger. My curiosity was definitely sparked.When I got home that afternoon I had a few hours to myself so I got comfortable on my bed and opened my laptop to explore some of the sites that my husband had been looking at. Some were filled with pictures of people engaged in various sex acts and positions, some were video sites, some were shopping sites for erotic enhancement toys etc. but the site I settled on - the site my husband visited most regularly - was a sex story site.My husband's history on the. I tipped-toed into Bobby and Debby’s room at 3 a.m. that morning and told him to get his sweet buns moving. We had packed a couple of changes of clothing in the saddlebags the night before and we were ready to hit the road. We downed a couple of coffees to wake up. We were stopping in Van Horn, about two hours away, for breakfast. The damp, chilly early morning air penetrated my sheer, backless, black mini-dress. Within seconds of our getting underway, my nipples grew into hard thimbles of tit. " I told him never mind. I didn't understand it but I had changed places with my wife and knew it, talking and feeling like her. In addition, evidently she was now me but didn't know anything had happened. I stood up and instinctively pulled the thong out of my butt.I turned around and looked in the mirror. There I was me a man looking at myself as a woman dressed in tights and a leotard. Now I was my wife only still with my fetish for tights and leotards. Moreover, I know I looked good in.