My wife and I swapped genitals.

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The urine I'd held in all night gushed out of my urethra like a fountain, making a strong, forceful gurgling sound.

The warm, wet urine washed away the night's sediment, and my tender labia unfolded.

As I squeezed out the last few drops, I sat on the toilet, adjusted my position, and tore off a piece of toilet paper to wipe away the remaining urine. Suddenly, the bathroom door opened, and my wife, wearing a slip dress, leaned against the door, watching me with a mischievous grin.

Although it had been a week since my wife and I had swapped genitals, I had always avoided discussing many physiological matters with her. Today was the first time she had seen me urinate like a woman, and a surge of male pride made me feel utterly ashamed. My face flushed red, and I glared at her, saying, "What are you laughing at? Never seen someone squat to pee before?" As I spoke, I vigorously wiped my still-wet genitals with toilet paper, then stood up from the toilet.

Seeing me stand up from the toilet, my wife said to me as she walked towards it, "Honey, I never noticed before, you're so round, white, and big." This was the first time in all the years we'd known each other that my wife had spoken to me in such a teasing tone, which surprised me and made me feel a little shy.

I was a little annoyed and pinched her round arm hard, saying, "You little brat, aren't you ashamed of yourself, acting all horny first thing in the morning?" My wife cried out in pain, "Ouch! Be gentle, my delicate skin can't take that pinch!" Sure enough, a bright red pinch mark appeared on her fair arm. I felt a little guilty and said, "Honey, are you still hurting? I'm sorry, I was a little too rough." My wife laughed and said, "Okay, okay, I need to get ready. Go to the kitchen and heat up the porridge, we'll have breakfast and go to work soon." As she spoke, she took off her nightgown, revealing her full breasts. Fair skin, rounded shoulders, alluring breasts, a slender waist, and long, full thighs—all these features showcased my wife's incredibly powerful body. Yet, beneath her thong, a massive penis was encased—the penis that had been with me for thirty-two years.

The small thong couldn't contain its morning erection; the enormous penis was squeezed open, revealing two hairy, dark red testicles.

My wife's small, white hands pulled it down, revealing a thick, black penis, at least eighteen centimeters long, standing proudly like an erect cannon. She

pressed down hard on her erect penis, precisely ejaculating a thin stream of urine into the toilet.

Seeing my wife so skillfully standing and holding her urine, a complex mix of emotions welled up within me—a faint sense of loss. I didn't know if I would ever have him again in this life; it seemed this penis was slowly slipping away from me.

When my wife realized that I hadn't left but was staring at her as she urinated, she said somewhat embarrassedly, "You're a grown man, haven't you ever seen this before?" As she spoke, she turned to me, held my penis in front of her, and swayed it a few times. My thick, hard penis didn't soften because of the urine; instead, it swayed from side to side with my wife's movements. I could even see that the purplish-red shaft was still dripping with urine that hadn't completely drained.

I watched my wife sway back and forth in front of me, and said somewhat embarrassedly, "Stop swaying back and forth. A woman swaying around with such a large penis, isn't that a bit much? Hurry up and put it on." My wife smirked and said smugly, "Hmph! Don't want to look anymore? If you want to look, come to bed tonight, and I'll let you see as much as you want." As soon as my wife said this, which sounded almost like a joke, the two of us, who had been playfully teasing each other, suddenly fell silent. Indeed, ever since that accident, we had both intentionally avoided one thing: our once harmonious and enjoyable life together.

Today, my wife's sudden, ambiguous remark left both of us with an unspeakable yet unspoken awkwardness. I turned my head and closed the bathroom door, saying, "I'll go heat up the porridge in the kitchen. Hurry up and get ready, I'll drive you to work." My name is Liu Yi, I'm thirty-two years old, and I'm the administrative director of a large foreign company. My wife, Sui Na, is five years younger than me, a junior from the same university, and currently works in the planning department of a foreign company.

My wife and I met at a school-organized social event. She was a freshman at the time, and I was a graduate student. It was love at first sight, and we began a four-year courtship.

After she graduated and started working, we naturally got married, and our three years of marriage have been blissful. Last week, to celebrate our third wedding anniversary, my wife and I took a vacation to South Korea. Unexpectedly, on our first day in South Korea, something magical happened: my wife and I swapped genitals! This

sudden accident abruptly ended our trip to South Korea, and we hastily returned home. Although after a week of adjustment, my wife and I have gradually accepted our new bodies, it was still our first time working after swapping genitals, and we were both inevitably a little nervous.

The car quickly stopped in front of my wife's workplace. My wife nervously adjusted her dress, then turned to me and said, "Honey, I'm a little scared. What if I get an erection like at home? I'm afraid my colleagues will notice." I gently stroked her long, flowing hair, comforting her,

"It's okay. You wore a loose-fitting long dress today, so no one will notice. Go to work without worry. Cheer up, I'll pick you up after work tonight." My comforting words calmed her down, and after giving me a deep kiss on the cheek, she got out of the car and walked towards her workplace. Sitting in the car, watching my wife drive away, I felt a surge of anxiety. I didn't know how much my current physical condition would affect my future work and life. As soon as

I arrived at work, my best friend and colleague, Xiao Zhao, grabbed me and said, "Brother Liu, how was your trip to South Korea these past few days? Were the Korean girls particularly enjoyable?" He grinned mischievously as he spoke. I nudged Xiao Zhao with my elbow and said, "What's all the fuss about? Get to work already, or I'll dock your bonus." Xiao Zhao stuck out his tongue at me, grinned, and went back to his seat.

The entire morning passed peacefully and cautiously for me. Except for a trip to the restroom at noon, I stayed in my office the whole time, afraid of being caught out.

But even with such caution, I still slipped up. It was lunchtime in the company cafeteria when Xiao Zhao sneakily approached me with his tray and whispered, "Brother Liu, you know what? I heard a woman peeing in the men's restroom today. I wonder which department's heroine is so bold." Hearing this, my face flushed red with embarrassment. I'd been staying home all this time, so I hadn't paid much attention to the different sounds women make when urinating. And this morning in the office, I'd been holding it in a bit too long, so the sound of my pee in the restroom was definitely loud. I never imagined Xiao Zhao would hear it.

Seeing me blushing and looking down, Xiao Zhao asked, somewhat puzzled, "How come you know that chivalrous woman, Brother Liu?" I snapped at Xiao Zhao, somewhat annoyed, "I think you're just bored out of your mind! How come you've already finished the draft I asked you to write before I went abroad?" Seeing my sudden anger, Xiao Zhao immediately smiled obsequiously, "Boss, calm down, I'll go write it right away, I'll go write it right away!" He then grabbed the plate and ran away from me.

That evening, my wife called after work, saying that her colleagues were having a welcome-back party and she might be home late, so she wouldn't be eating dinner at home.

I also received an invitation from colleagues after work, but I politely declined and drove home alone.

Back home, instead of sitting in front of the computer and playing games like I usually do, I ate a quick dinner, washed up, and went to bed early.

The summer night was sweltering, and I, preoccupied with my thoughts, tossed and turned, unable to sleep. I opened my eyes and saw it was already past nine; my wife still hadn't returned. Frustrated, I got out of bed and went to the shower in the bathroom, taking off the only thing I was wearing . I turned on the bathroom light, intending to rinse off the sticky sweat.

When I saw my naked self in the full-length mirror, I froze, involuntarily scrutinizing this body that was both familiar and

unfamiliar. Because I've always enjoyed working out, although I'm only about 1.72 meters tall, my strong chest and well-developed abs, along with my muscular physique, always displayed my unique masculine beauty. This body was still that muscular body, but the only difference was between my two thighs, covered in thick hair, and a feature of feminine beauty. It was a strikingly incongruous beauty, a jet-black, inverted triangle shape smoothly draped over the skin below my abdomen. The soft covering was the honeypot that once belonged to my wife and now belonged to me. This was the first time I had looked at my wife so closely. Although the bathroom light was dim, I could still see that it was pink, not too big or too small. I gently parted her vulva and could clearly see the pea-sized nipple and the tender pink clitoris. I had been with many women, some very beautiful, but not very attractive, dark-skinned.

A honeypot as beautiful as my wife's was rare. Perhaps it was because I was aroused, I felt a warm current flowing out of my body, moistening my vulva, even with a drop of vaginal fluid hanging from the tip. I trembled slightly as I extended my index finger and gently touched the drop of vaginal fluid hanging on it, spreading it evenly on my already blooming vulva. The gentle friction of my index finger against the soft, slippery flesh aroused a violent spasm in the inner muscles. This was a vulva that was often watered by men, a clitoris that craved male lubrication at all times.

However, it had not been moistened for eight days, and the tender, hard vulva was struggling to break through the skin from under her vulva, revealing the pink and translucent clitoris.

I reveled in the pleasure of my rough fingers rubbing my genitals, the fluids inside me gushing forth with each intensifying sensation. The circles my fingers made around my vulva narrowed, deepening as they moved. Suddenly, I let out a long moan as a finger slid inside me. The insertion didn't cause any pain; instead, it brought a pleasure unparalleled by any man. My tight vulva grew increasingly wet under my frenzied pace, the fluids inside my fingers gushing forth like a flood, washing over my trembling soul. Suddenly, a violent spasm erupted, followed by a series of cries of pain from the relentless assault of lust. The cries were rough, yet as powerful as a cow's, accompanied by a gush of fluid that spurted from between

my trembling legs. I… ... This was a feeling I'd never experienced before, a hundred times stronger than when I was a man. It took me a long time to recover. After washing myself, I stood in front of the full-length mirror in the bathroom, scrutinizing myself. The person in the mirror looked the same as before, but with a few differences. My eyes were more watery, my brows more alluring, and the flush on my cheeks was like a layer of rouge. I felt less masculine and more feminine.

My body felt weak and limp, yet there was an indescribable comfort. I returned to bed with this lingering pleasure and gradually fell asleep. I don't know how long I slept, but the urge to urinate woke me. I opened my eyes and found my wife hadn't returned yet. Looking at my phone beside my pillow, it was already past 1 a.m. My wife rarely came home this late. I got up anxiously, ready to get dressed and go out to greet her. When I opened the bedroom

door, I saw the bathroom light was on, and I could hear running water. My wife's clothes from when she went out were piled on the sofa in the living room. Seeing this, I finally felt relieved. It turned out my wife had already gone home and was probably taking a shower in the bathroom.

I walked barefoot and silently towards the bathroom. When I reached the door, I was stunned by what I saw.

My wife's naked body was being washed by the hot water from the umbrella, her eyes tightly closed, her pretty face flushed. Her small, white hands were tightly gripping my already hard and thick penis, stroking it rhythmically. With each rapid stroke, deep, heavy breathing came from her nostrils.

My wife was completely absorbed in the moment, unaware of me beside her.

This was the first time I had ever seen my wife like this. I stood there, somewhat bewildered, for a few seconds before quietly moving backward. Just as I was about to turn away, my wife suddenly let out a low growl. Although it was still a woman's voice, it contained a domineering masculine power. Accompanied by my wife's roar, like a cannon, she powerfully ejaculated wave after wave, streaks of milky white semen splattering onto the full-length mirror opposite her, quickly covering the tall mirror with milky white marks.

I had ejaculated before, but never with such a large amount, such force, or such a long distance as my wife had ejaculated this time.

After the ejaculation, my wife, somewhat exhausted, hunched over, one hand leaning against the opposite wall, the other tightly clenching her groin, squeezing hard a few times, squeezing out a pool of unreleased semen. Her nose twitched with the movement of her hand. At this moment, my wife was no longer the lovely and gentle wife I once knew, but more like a man after sex.

Seeing that my wife had squeezed out the last drop, afraid that she would see me, I quietly turned around and went back to the bedroom, slipping into bed. A little while later, my wife, having washed herself, came into the bedroom, quietly got into bed, and snuggled into my arms as gently as before, drifting off to sleep.

Since that day, my wife and I have both changed naturally. I no longer enjoy going out with friends as much as before, and I no longer like sitting in front of the computer playing games when I get home. Because of the loss of a lot of things in my crotch, my gait has gradually become somewhat feminine. Once, my wife jokingly told me that from behind, I walk with a swaying gait like a timid young wife.

After dinner, I stood in the living room with a cup of coffee, watching my wife, dressed in workout clothes, sitting on the newly bought multi-functional exercise machine, sweating profusely, doing sit-ups. For the past month or so, my wife has inexplicably taken to exercising, even giving up her nightly soap operas for it. Originally, my wife wanted to exercise at the nearby construction club, but her unique physique made it impossible for her to go there. To satisfy her desire to exercise, I had to splurge a few days ago, spending nearly 30,000 yuan online to buy this multi-functional exercise machine.

Before buying it, my wife only went for a morning run once, so I hadn't paid much attention to her physical condition. But after buying this machine, I was shocked by the changes in my wife's body. My wife, who used to be delicate and weak, could do more than a hundred sit-ups in one go on this machine without any problem. Even I back then might not have been able to do that, but my wife did it without blushing or skipping a beat.

My wife did 160 sit-ups in one go today. Watching her get off the exercise machine, drenched in sweat, I felt a pang of sympathy and handed her a towel and a glass of freshly squeezed juice, saying, "You're not bodybuilding, why are you pushing yourself so hard? It's not worth ruining your health." She took the towel, wiped the sweat from her face, took a big gulp of juice, and said, "Honey, don't you think I'm slimmer than before after exercising?" As she spoke, she gracefully twirled in front of me in her tight workout clothes, then looked at me with her captivatingly beautiful eyes. Of course, less than a month of exercise (and a large part of it was just morning runs) wouldn't have drastically changed her figure, but her slimmer physique exuded a vibrant energy, a spirit as bright and energetic as the rising sun. If there's been any change in my wife's body lately, it's that I've noticed her genitals have become increasingly larger. Especially today, with her shapewear, the bulge in her crotch was prominently displayed, a large, round mound, almost faintly recognizable.

I tried to look away from her crotch and said to her, "Go wash off the sweat. I'm going to sleep." Perhaps it was her fit figure at the gym today that stimulated my long-suppressed desire, or perhaps it was the lingering feeling from that night. In any case, I couldn't fall asleep tonight. Even when my wife was snoring softly beside me, I was wide awake.

I sat up and gently pulled back the curtains. The moon was bright, the stars were few, and a sliver of moonlight filtered through the sheer curtains, gently falling onto the bed.

In the soft moonlight, I took off my shorts, revealing a rosy hue between my legs, like a watercolor painting.

I glanced back at my sleeping wife; she was lying on her side, facing me, snoring softly.

My tense mood eased slightly, but that one glance was enough to hold my gaze captive.

I saw my wife's lower body, like a ferocious monster, its enormous and terrifying head emerging from her small lace dress. Several thick, hard, steel needle-like appendages pierced through the lace, as if the monster's claws were brandishing their terrifying power in a brutal and savage manner.

In that instant, I felt a terrifying awe for what was once mine, and a longing to submit to its majesty.

Then, a voice inside me said, "Touch it, it's what was once yours. Feel it, recall that feeling, let it enter your body, experience the feeling of being conquered." Although my heart kept shouting "No!" to this voice, my hand, as if under its spell, slowly reached towards my wife's.

The moment my hand gently touched her, a fiery heat, like an electric current, swiftly pierced my fingertips and deeply penetrated my heart. At the same time, a surge of heat gushed from between my legs, and I reached orgasm the instant I touched her.

Stimulated by the electric current, I gripped my wife's breast tightly and began to stroke it uncontrollably. I never imagined that one day I would give myself to someone else, and that person would be my wife.

Under my rapid stroking, my wife's breast grew thicker, harder, and hotter.

Soon, a large amount of slippery fluid began to seep from her breast; I knew it was the pre-ejaculate released when a man is close to his climax.

At this moment, I also reached orgasm again under the attack of my index finger. Slightly exhausted, I had just loosened my grip on my wife's hand when suddenly a hand tightly grabbed my wrist and wouldn't let go.

I looked closely and saw that my wife had opened her eyes at some point, staring at me with a flushed face, and it was her hand that was gripping my wrist. My wife placed my hand on her breast again and whispered,

"Husband, I feel so uncomfortable, I want more."

Looking at my wife, I knew she felt the same way as me, and with a slightly flushed face, I gently stroked my wife's breast again.

But my wife shook her head at me, stopping my attempts to penetrate her. I looked at her, puzzled, and then her gaze fell on my exposed genitals.

I was shocked and resolutely shook my head, refusing to let her penetrate me.

Seeing my refusal, she pouted and pressed herself close to me, rubbing against my body and saying coquettishly, "Honey, I know you want it too. I'm so uncomfortable holding it in. Don't you love your wife?" She continued to plead with me, her passionate touch teasing my body. I remembered seeing her alone in the bathroom a few days ago, knowing she, like me, was also suppressing her sexual desires. Since we were both revealing the side of ourselves we least wanted the other to see, why be reserved and make things difficult for both of us?

Thinking this, I nodded shyly and, after almost a month, kissed her red lips once more.

Perhaps it was the long-awaited intimacy, or perhaps it was my deliberate attempt to display my masculine prowess, but after a passionate kiss with my wife, I became unusually fierce and rough. I kissed and caressed her entire body frantically, my hands roughly kneading her firm breasts. Under this wild foreplay, my wife gradually became aroused, letting out her usual soft moans and arching her slender waist upwards, her large, erect body constantly touching mine. I knew my wife longed to enter my body, longed to experience what she had never felt before but yearned to try.

Similarly, I longed to be filled, to be possessed. I looked into my wife's increasingly eager eyes, knowing she could satisfy me. But my male pride once again prevailed. "You're a man, how can you let a woman penetrate you?" Another voice suddenly echoed in my mind, trying to extinguish the raging fire of desire within me. My wife, seemingly sensing my hesitation, reached out her right hand and gently traced its path down my neck, past my nipples, down my chest…down…until she touched the soft pubic hair between my legs. Her hand gently rubbed the soft hair, occasionally teasing my already blooming petals and the budding tip with her fingers. Her gentle teasing reignited my passion, and the lustful fluids within me gradually moistened her fingers. Just as I was becoming increasingly dazed, her hand suddenly and unexpectedly entered me. The sudden intrusion made me open my tightly closed eyes, looking at my wife beneath me. She, too, looked at me with her large, watery eyes. We stared at each other without speaking. My

wife didn't stop her actions because of my gaze; her fingers, inserted into me, began to stir me, slowly at first, then faster, then more forcefully. This was my first time being penetrated. Although it was only a slender finger that went in, the pleasure of being violated overwhelmed me instantly. As I gripped the sheets tightly, my eyes wide as I watched my wife beneath me relentlessly invading me with her fingers, she suddenly inserted a second finger. I gasped in surprise, and perhaps my sound stimulated her, for she immediately inserted a third and a fourth finger. I clenched my teeth to stifle any sound, but my wife clearly wasn't going to let me off so easily. She used those four fingers to churn and rub against the folds of my vagina. I couldn't bear her almost brutal fingering. I reached out and grabbed her wrist tightly, preventing her from continuing. I looked at her with almost pleading eyes, finally surrendering to her silent yet domineering gaze.

I rose and knelt on top of my wife, my right hand grasping her breast and slowly rubbing it against my clitoris and labia, once, twice… My body grew weaker and weaker, the shame of breaking taboos fueling my lust. My erect legs could no longer support my heavy body. As I slumped onto my wife, to my surprise, her vagina slid into me, hot as red-hot tongs, penetrating my very soul. My male pride shattered into pieces. I bit my left hand hard, preventing myself from screaming. I stood tense against my wife, feeling my penis gripping her tightly, feeling the pulse of her veins. Slowly, my body relaxed. I tried to move slowly, shallowly at first, then deeper. Yes, this was what I wanted. Her rounded shape perfectly reached my sensitive spots. I wanted to go faster, but my excited body was limp and powerless, unable to increase the speed. I could only lie weakly on top of my wife, trying to regain my strength.

But she was clearly not satisfied. Suddenly, she grabbed my waist and began thrusting forcefully upwards, penetrating me deeply. My massive member, like a fleshy spear, pierced deeper with each thrust. Sitting atop this spear, I swayed my hips like an adult film actress, my body rising and falling with her movements.

Suddenly, she straightened up and pushed me onto the bed, forcefully spreading my legs and kneeling between my thighs, pounding into my honeypot. She was like a high-efficiency pile driver, pounding into me quickly and fiercely. I gripped the blanket beside me tightly and turned my head to the side, where I saw the dressing mirror on the wardrobe beside the bed.

The mirror reflected a strange scene: a petite, alluring woman thrusting a thick, powerful penis into the man beneath her. Suddenly, my wife grabbed my chin tightly, forcing my head towards her. Seeing my head turned, she muttered, "Don't close your eyes, look at me." Before I could react, she increased the force of her thrusts, plunging her penis deep into my uterus. I couldn't bear her powerful thrust any longer and cried out, "Ah!!!" My voice greatly aroused her; she let out the same low, muffled growl she'd made before. With each growl, my vagina felt like it was being pounded by a hammer, making a series of thuds. My pride was shattered by her relentless blows, and with each thud, I shamelessly moaned loudly. Finally, my wife reached climax with each increasingly loud moan. After a series of rapid thrusts, our bodies suddenly tensed and remained motionless. My wife moaned like she was defecating, ejaculating streams of semen into me.

Afterwards, we were both exhausted, and we fell asleep in each other's arms. The only difference this time was that my wife was holding me.

[The End]

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