Swap My Wife Novels & Stories

“That’s disgusting.” She snorted. “I went through a lot waiting to make you my husband, and with all the women out there wanting a piece of you, of course, I have to stay on guard.” I sighed dramatically. “With a wife like this, what more could a husband ask for?” Seeing the scene, Sarah was so furious her teeth nearly shattered from grinding. She turned on Tim and demanded, “What exactly did you do? When did you replace it?” Tim’s eyes reddened as he explained, “Sarah, let him go. He doesn’t love you anymore. We’re already married anyway. Let’s just live our lives, okay?”

I will also share a bit of my own experience not that yours will likely be the same. Many couples choose to swing. They discuss it and often the two of them decide to try it. I'm not talking about those couples. I'm gong to discuss the couples where the husband has this fantasy, and his wife is reluctant for now or is unsure. If you go through with walking your wife in to this, these are some things you must be prepared to deal with in your mind once you are past the point of no return. Remember, if your wife does sleep with another man, she, nor he, nor you, can take it back. The first time will likely be a shock to one or both of you. If this moves from fantasy to reality, consider the fac

"I had one of the greatest weekends ever. But I don't know if it will ever be the same. I'm kind of nervous about the idea of coming out here with the specific intention of wife swapping, which I think is what we're talking about here." "Let's call it wife sharing. How did you feel about being naked for two days?" "I loved it. Didn't expect to, but it was great." "I'd like to try it again," she finally admitted. "And I swear, I don't know if we'd ever find another couple we're so compatible with." "The fact they have a great little cabin out here ain't too bad, either."

"What's wrong, Cindy? Are you feeling sick?" When she looked up in his arms, Julia was wearing her own face once again. Norman recoiled in shock, shoving Julia away. "Julia? Cindy? What's happening?" Julia was just as confused. She opened her mouth, but no words came out. Norman opened the letter that came with the divorce certificate with trembling hands. [Norman, I don't know why, but Julia and I swapped bodies. Maybe you should ask her. But I know everything you did to her and to me these past few days. You disgust me.

I thought maybe I'd imagined it. It wasn't until the baby shower that the truth hit me. Damian, trying to make it a big deal, threw a joint party with Caleb and Betty. That's when I saw their son—and he had the same birthmark on his arm. I knew right then. They'd swapped my baby for theirs, wanting their kid to have the life mine was supposed to. I wanted to scream, call them out right there. But Rick, my real son, looked so tiny and fragile next to Hugo. It crushed me. Then I noticed how Betty was looking at Damian, and I swallowed the anger.

"But I can't let Bruce go." Her next message came fast, already irritated. "What's so special about him? There are tons of men out there! Look at Jack next door. He's not bad. Okay, he's in his fifties and divorced three times, but he knows how to treat a woman! Not sure he'd even want you, though... I'll ask him someday." My grip tightened around my phone. Jack next door. I knew exactly who she meant. A drunk. A wife-beater.

Final. The whole swap was doing something to my nervous system that I did not have adequate language for. That was the explanation. That was the only explanation I was accepting. Three people in a penthouse, two souls in the wrong bodies, weeks of proximity and high stakes and the permanent sense of standing on a floor that might give way at any moment — of course my instincts were misfiring. Of course my wolf was confused. She was operating in conditions that pack biology had not prepared any of us for, in a situation where the man I was married to looked like someone else and the man I was supposed to find nothing more than inconvenient looked like my husband and every sensory cue she had

“How many weeks has it been? I gave you enough money. If you used it properly, you wouldn’t need my help now.” “Please, just listen,” I begged, my voice cracking. “I was shot that day I left the house. I died. But when I woke up, I was in someone else’s body. I’m married to the man who shot me. It’s a lot. I don’t know what to do. I’ve been trying to reach Blue but she’s not answering. Please, come get me out of here.” The line went silent for a moment. Then Frederick burst out laughing. “You’ve finally gone crazy. You miss me so much that you’re making up wild stories now? Switching bodies? Really, June?”

At this moment, my wife Wendy stood beside me with red eyes. She comforted me, saying, “I am sorry for your loss. I didn’t expect that Wendy would…” As I watched Stacy’s body being pushed in, I forced down my grief and pretended that Stacy’s body was in fact my wife’s. Stacy’s face was pale, with no sign of life left. She and Wendy were twins, and no one noticed that Wendy had secretly switched identities with her. I wiped my tears and said calmly, “Arrange the cremation. Let Wendy leave with dignity.”

He hurriedly explained, "I only married her out of pity. The one I've always loved is you." "Your so-called love disgusts me," came my response. Jason stepped forward to grab my hand, but Frank stopped him in time. "I heard that he actually drugged Ms. Sanderson on their wedding day to marry her adoptive younger sister. What a scumbag!"