Sex Swap Novels & Stories

We just wanted to spice up our marital life. My name is Diego. I’m thirty-four, fit from years of gym discipline, and married to Susan for six years. Our sex life had become routine, comfortable, but predictable. After months of talking about it, we decided to explore. We connected with two other couples online through a private, discreet swinging forum. Everyone was vetted, tested, and on the same page: no pressure, just fun and fantasy.

"Alright, Marcus. I know what you're angry about. I'll give you a raise tomorrow. I'll even promote you to general manager. Think of it as compensation, and we'll just forget about this whole thing, okay?" Before I could respond, the friend beside me—who had been silent the entire time—spoke up. "Compensation in shares?" He let out a light laugh before saying, "Sorry, Marcus' ex-wife, but Marcus is now a shareholder in our company. Do you think it's appropriate to poach him so blatantly?" Rose's face turned pale. "What did you say? Shareholder?" My friend didn't notice her expression. He leaned toward me with a grin and said softly, "Marcus, so this is the ex-wife you told me about? You turn

Ian spoke. "So, Jim and Lexi. Are you okay?" Lexi stood next to me. She wrapped her arm around me and looked at Ian. "I'm grand. I want to do this again." I massaged my daughter's ass. "I agree. I've never had anything as dirty and exciting as this. It's one thing to cross the line with your own family, but incest swingers is a whole new level." Ian stood behind MaryBeth, his hands gently fondling her modest breasts. "We've never done anything like this either. It was amazing. These girls need to get back to their room now."

That was because I knew she wasn't truly seeking forgiveness. She had made another deal with the system. All she needed was for me to say I didn't blame her or that I wasn't angry anymore, and she'd be able to swap our weights again in an instant. I also learned that our weights couldn't be changed once the system locked in a new body weight. That meant she would never gain her weight back, no matter how much she ate. She would be stuck looking like a half-starved, barely human stick figure forever. The thought almost made me smile.

I was a grown woman—was I supposed to not survive without a man? But my cousin, Sarah Cameron... she couldn't. In our last lives, she married Blake, and the two of them were trapped in a lifetime of misunderstanding because of someone else. She was the gentlest soul you could meet, and even she couldn't escape being worn down by him. So this time, after being reborn, I looked at Sarah's worried face, her furrowed brow, and started packing without hesitation. "Sarah, I'll marry Blake. John Ridgewood might not look like much, but he's got a good temper. You two should be able to make it work."

I blinked, all wide-eyed and innocent. "What are you talking about? I'm not Evelyn Everton. My name's Evelina Everton." Their faces froze as I laid it out. "What, planning to swap my score? Too late. I legally changed my name before the SATs—eighteen, remember? The one who tested was Evelina Everton. "As for Evelyn Everton, the one you messed with? Her family doesn't play nice. Hope you're ready for the fallout."

I squirted violently across his chest and the floor in powerful, repeated fountains that left everything soaked. Elena and Alex watched intently as Marcus moved me to the sex swing. Suspended helplessly, my body swayed while he flogged me thoroughly, tits, ass, spread pussy and asshole turning bright, hypersensitive red. Rivers of hot wax poured over my clamped nipples, stomach, thighs, and leaking holes. Electro-stim pads on every sensitive spot delivered intense, timed shocks that synced with his movements. Marcus fucked me swinging with animalistic dominance: deep, cervix-battering pussy pounding that made my heavy tits bounce wildly; brutal anal reaming that left my ring stretched and op

The screen flashed for a brief second before the bold, robotic response generated line by line across my display: AI Assistant Response: I cannot provide instructions on how to change a person's sexual orientation or how to engage in non-consensual sexual encounters. If someone identifies as gay, their orientation is a fundamental aspect of their identity, and attempts to alter or negotiate their attractions are generally ineffective and disrespectful of their boundaries. If you'd like advice on navigating complex relationships, open communication, or understanding sexual orientation, I am happy to help with those topics instead!*

Alexander pulled out and stood. Everyone moved as if he was the king, controlling his kingdom. Women on their hands and knees. Men behind them. The silver-haired man gripped the dark-haired woman’s hips and pushed back in. She dropped to her elbows and pushed back against him. They gays fucked their partner from behind. Lesbian rubbing their clits. Some lesbians used a waist dildo.

he said while looking at Keatton in a come-hither look. Keatton slowly nods his head and mouthed sorry as he cried. It is true. Dr. Karsyn made Keatton to undergo in an SRS surgery. Or Sexual Reassignment Surgery, where once was a penis is now bare and had sensitive clitoris pussy. Dr. Karsyn designed it himself as he is the one who operated Keatton for that. The excitement he feels exceeds than the atmosphere. He badly wants to lick and pound Keatton’s virgin tight sensitive pussy. He was damn happy and can’t wait for it to wholly healed well.