Exchange Rate

By Gregor Daniels

It's bad news for Patrick. Evidence begins to accumulate regarding his wife cheating on him, though he refuses to believe the possibility. Not with the two of them owning a special body-swapping remote that no one else has. However, when her secret lover is not what he expects, an additional partner will be thrown into the mix, creating several steamy nights of fresh experiences.

Length: 15,900 words

This work of fiction contains adult material and explicit scenes with erotic descriptions. Themes include gender transformations, body swapping, light bondage, shared partners, and other perverted fantasies. For mature audiences only. All characters over 18 years old.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gregor Daniels
• Release date: Aug 9, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310770975

Gregor Daniels

Gregor Daniels is an erotica author that specializes in gender swap and erotic transformation fetishes. New stories are typically released weekly and feature a variety of themes. Have you ever had fantasies to be a girl? Then look no further ...Contact the author directly on Twitter to discuss stories, share your favorite ideas and fantasies, scenes, and characters, or to just talk about nothing in particular.

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Exchange Rate

Published by Gregor Daniels at Smashwords

Copyright 2015 Gregor Daniels

For ADULTS Only. All Characters Over 18.

Patrick took a moment to admire his wife. It wasn't like he hadn't seen her half-naked before, but sometimes it just took the breath away! She stood there in her yellow UCLA sweater, striking a hot pose with her hip kicked out to the side. A bundle of dark hair lazily dangled along the side of her face, touching her glasses. Determined eyes stared back from behind the lenses.

Oh, and her pants were missing. That was pretty important, too.

Lace blue panties peeked out from underneath, just wide enough to cover her privates and little else. The material was a bit transparent, too, and Patrick easily saw her neatly-trimmed bush just beneath.

You want to fuck me like this, or shall we change so I can fuck you? Sophia asked.

One thing at a time, Patrick replied. No sense in getting ahead of ourselves. I do you, then you do me. That's fair.

Sophia strutted toward him. Last time, I only got one orgasm, and you got two. That's not fair at all.

Hey, maybe I just know your body better than you. And you're pretty good with my—

Sophia pounced on him, causing them both to crash to the bed. Patrick found himself entangled in her arms and legs, gasping for breath as her eager lips came rushing to his. He held her body close, pulling at the small of her back as their mouths touched for the first time and stayed sealed. Strands of dark hair tickled his cheek, while the sweet flowery scent of her perfume invaded his nostrils. He opened them wide, drinking every aroma in, while at the same time savoring the flavor of her lips and allowing her tongue to come dashing into his mouth.

The UCLA sweater didn't last long. Patrick reached underneath and fondled his wife's small breasts, before both of them declared that the garment was just a hindrance and discarded it soon after. Now completely topless, Sophia thrust her crotch into Patrick's abdomen, one leg on either side of him. Patrick, meanwhile, moved his hands along the contour of her stomach and discovered her nubile breasts a second time, letting each one fill his palm. The nipples were already hard, yet they grew even more as he fondled them.

Sophia breathed in sharply. "You've gotten ... oh ... better at that."

Patrick smirked. What can I say? Experience helps a lot!

Show me what else you've learned, big boy.

Patrick pushed her off, but only gently. Then, he wrapped her up from behind, contorting her body until it was flush against his, and her round, womanly ass fit perfectly up against his abdomen. She leaned her head back, breathing hotly against his cheek, while the warmth of her skin seemed to pass directly into his own. One of his hands found its way back to her breast, while the other went down farther, following the smooth, creamy trail to the treasure hidden behind blue lace.

"Oh, Patrick."

The panties were one of Patrick's favorite pairs. The blue lace was just clingy enough to clearly outline her womanhood without being too tight, and he especially loved the transparency aspect. Of course, they didn't completely show off everything underneath like a more sheer pair would, but the tease was still more than enough to whet the appetite.

With Sophia stifling a few moans and grinding her body all the way against him, Patrick pushed his fingers between her legs, down through the center of her warm outer lips. She bucked suddenly, but he held her tight and firm. A wetness came to his fingers, soaking through the material of her underwear. Patrick rubbed her hot mound back and forth, caressing her folds as gently as possible.

"You have learned, she whispered. Now, how did I make you squeal?"

There were a few different times, Patrick admitted.

"Make me squeal now. Make me scream, Patrick."

Patrick paused to catch his breath. The female body was intricate, more so than he had first thought when starting to date the girl a few years ago. Men didn't really understand it; yeah, there were buttons to push and certain areas to touch with a high chance of making a girl more aroused, but it was a bit more complicated than that. You didn't just rub her clit and squeeze a breast and hope to bring her to orgasm if she was in the right mood. You had to be willing to commit, and it wasn't just about hard fucking either.

He carefully watched for the signs. Sophia's cheeks were reddened and warm, and