Wife Swap
Julie was pissed at her husband for even submitting to the thing. Of all the things she and her family could do on television, they would be on a show where two husbands traded wives for a week and pretended to act like idiots.
At least there was a nice payday involved. They all got paid for their time and were to enjoy a little royal treatment from the producers to make sure they looked good on camera. While the ten grand was nice, and she had a few things in mind for the money, humiliating herself and her family on national—no, worldwide—television was not exactly the way she wanted to acquire it.
It was with utmost reluctance that she allowed herself into the limousine. She’d been surrounded by camera operators, sound engineers, and young interns pretending to be producers all day, and was looking forward to some quiet time. But knew she’d have to endure this family... first.
The Jones family lived in the next state, but luckily only a few hours drive. The filming crew had taken some footage, then promptly left her alone for the bulk of the trip to her new home for the week. She decided to pour herself a drink, kick off her shoes, and take a short nap.
Alan Hiett was happy to be rid of his bitchy wife, Julie, for a few days. But he worried about his temporary wife for the week from the other family. Would she be just as bitchy as Julie, or worse? He just hoped that wherever Julie went, she learned enough to give the annoying wife act a break.
He paced back and forth in his living room as he and a few of the filming crew waited for the woman’s arrival. The sound guy was acting stoned, and Alan remembered how pot used to calm his nerves back in his twenties. He wondered if he could score something from the guy, but any plans on relaxing before the woman’s arrival were dashed by a call on the producer’s phone.
“She’s ten minutes out,” he said, ending the call.
Everyone went into action. Alan was ushered out to the front yard, where he found his 17-year old son, Nathan, and 16-year old daughter, Callie, already waiting outside with another part of the crew.
As the trio stood there a while, waiting for the limo to pull up, none of them seemed too interested in talking to each other. In fact, everyone in the house was so high strung by living with their bitchy mom all these years that they took their frustrations out on each other.
“I don’t know why the fuck we have to do this,” Nathan said to his father.
“Nathan, watch your language!” he yelled. Reducing to a whisper, he added, “the cameras catch everything, son.”
“I don’t care, dad. I just want to go inside and play on my game console.”
“If you want your share of the payout, you’ll do your share of the camera time, Nate.”
The boy kicked at the dirt beneath his feet. “Fine,” he said.
Callie had rolled her eyes at least a dozen times while her dad and brother argued. “I just don’t want anyone expecting me to waste my share on college, I need CLOTHES!” she mentioned to thin air.
Alan walked over to his daughter, and put his arm around her. She pushed him away, giving him a quiet “whatever” in the process.
It was at that moment that the long, black limo pulled up. The film crews were all ready for the big moment, and the producer was giving Alan last-minute reminders.
“Now, be nice to her and don’t act out yet, we’ll let you loose in the next day or so. We need to capture everything just right.”
Alan smirked at the young producer. “Sure thing,” he replied.
The car pulled up and parked in front of their yard. The trio pulled in closer together, at the insistence of another producer, while two cameras fixed on their faces.
The driver got out, and walked around to the limo’s passenger door. The producer nodded, and the driver opened the door.
Alan had been worried the whole time that he’d end up with some hideous, large, trailer-bound, cat loving bitch. What he got instead was nothing like his expectations.
The first thing he noticed were the legs. Two, long sultry legs with expensive-looking red heels spun out of the car, still crossed. It took a moment before Alan saw any of the lady’s clothes, but when he did he was pleasantly surprised. For a half-second, he swore he’d seen a flash of underwear. The woman’s red skirt was riding high on her thighs. As she took the hand of the driver, she pulled herself out. Alan was shocked to see a completely gorgeous woman, most likely in her twenties. She wore a red dress that was short enough to be interesting without giving up the goods. It formed around a pair of nice, firm breasts, which were highlighted by an amazing green necklace. The lady’s firm and fit body filled out the garment wonderfully. Atop her shoulders stood a stunning face, adorned with large, dark sunglasses behind plenty of curly, platinum blond locks of hair. Her red lipstick begged you to dream of her mouth, and easily gave Alan a little stirring in his pants as she parted them to smile at her surrogate family.
As she walked to the family, she extended her right hand. Alan took it, and she daintily shook it. “Pleased to meet you,” she said.
“Alan.” He cleared his throat and tried to focus on the moment. The beautiful woman was making speech difficult. “My name is Alan Heitt.”
“Allison Parks, pleased to meet you, Alan,” she said. “Please, we can go inside, if you wish.”
Alan was beside himself, unsure of how to answer. It wasn’t until the sound guy coughed that he registered what she’d said.
“Yes, please, come in. Allison.” The lot of them started walking back to the house.
“What a charming home, Alan.”
“Thanks. I guess.”
As they passed over the threshold, Allison was allowed to enter first. It was good manners, Alan reasoned, but more than that it was also a good view of the woman’s sweet, curvy ass.
As the limo drove off, the teens and a slew of TV people followed behind him.
Alan woke up in the middle of the night. He thought he’d heard something—a noise, somewhere in the house. The previous two nights, he’d heard film crew moving around at night, and had also gotten up, but this sounded different. Alan got out of bed, dropped his feet into a pair of slippers, and walked to the hallway.
He could hear it better, now. It was rhythmic, and unfamiliar. Definitely not a camera man or anything. And besides, the few that stayed around overnight were sleeping in the basement. No, the sound came from the guest room, where Allison was staying for the week. The noise was unlike anything he was familiar with, so he quietly shuffled down the hall. It was coming from inside the guest bedroom, but didn’t sound like anything he could recall. Cautiously, he set his hand on the door knob, and waited a minute. In time, he turned the knob as slowly and silently as he could, being sure he didn’t disturb up his new “wife.” Alan slid the door open a crack, expecting to see her filing her nails or something.
He could have never predicted the scene before him. On the bed, laying, was a naked Allison. A pillow sat over her face and abdomen, which shielded her view of the man in her room. If she hadn’t been thrusting a purple dildo in and out of her juicy cunt, she might have heard or seem Alan open the door.
Alan stepped back a bit, to let the scene hit him on his own terms. Here was a hot woman, writhing in pleasure while she frigged herself on the bed his sister-in-law frequently used. It didn’t take long before Alan had a throbbing hardness in his pants, so he quietly shuffled out of the room and back to the master bedroom. Kicking off the slippers, Alan shed his pants and underwear, sat down on the bed, and proceeded to masturbate.
The next morning, Alan woke up with the weirdest headache. He remembered getting up during the night. But he couldn’t remember anything about it.
He threw on some clothes and went down to the kitchen. Being the weekend, he’d usually make breakfast for the family. When he got there, he found some of the camera and sound crew eating eggs while Allison worked dilligently at the stove.
She looked hot in her panties and T-shirt. Alan wished his wife would dress around the house like that.
“Good morning, Alan. Care for an egg?”
“Sure, thank you.”
“You like it scrambled, I understand?”
“Yes. How did you know?”
“Your wife, Julie, left information. It’s part of the show. I have to live like your wife for two days, then take over the family, remember?”
“Yeah, I guess I do. Except Julie never cooks breakfast. And never dressed like you are.”
“Oh, this?” she said, slightly raising her shirt to expose the very bottom of her tits. “I thought you’d like it for a change.”
“Oh, I like it. My house is your house, so you should feel at home.” He knew there was something he was missing, but as he started thinking about it, his head started pounding in the back of his skull. As quickly as it happened, it disappeared.
Just then, Nathan, his son, came walking in. He was wearing only boxers, and his morning wood was fairly obvious.
“Good morning, Nate!” Allison exclaimed. As he adjusted himself and sat down, my temporary wife asked him if he also wanted an egg cooked for him.
As she transferred my egg to a plate, Callie walked in. Like Allison, she was wearing panties and a T-shirt, but the shirt just barely covered her tits. Callie gave her dad her dad a hug, pressing her jugs into the back of his head. The pain subsided for a moment, but returned as he started eating his breakfast.
The crew had finished and were rolling cameras again. Callie asked for egg whites, and Allison had the kids’ breakfast ready in a minute. She had her own plate ready as well, and sat down with us at the table.
We talked a bit. Callie and Allison talked about being waxed, and Nate talked about some girl he’d been seeing. It was about as normal a breakfast as could be, except everyone was happy for a change. The bitchy Julie was off with whoever.
Julie had arrived to a very nice home inside a gated neighborhood. She couldn’t believe her luck as they rolled up to the humongous house. Outside was a handsome but older man, and a young blond girl hanging onto his arm.
She had been instructed to wait for the driver to let her out. The cameras needed to capture the moment, or some other bullshit, she remembered. She was excited to meet the man who obviously had some money. Perhaps she could convince him she needed a shoe-buying trip.
As she was led out of the limo, she walked across a wide driveway to the two people standing in front of the home. The man extended his arms.
“Welcome, welcome!” he said, putting his hands to her sides. His foreign accent was notably intriguing to Julie. The man put his head to her cheek, made a kissing sound, then did the same for the other cheek.
“This is my little woman, Missy,” he said, introducing Julie to the young woman beside him. Missy performed the same greeting, saying hello with a similar accent. “I am Maurice,” he said.
“Julie. Julie Hiett,” she replied.
“Please, come inside and make yourself at home,” said Maurice, holding out his arm for Julie to grab hold of.
‘I could get used to this,’ Julie thought to herself as they walked off to the mansion.
Alan woke up with the weirdest sensation. He’d just been dreaming about something sexual, when something woke him up. He thought it was a movement on the bed, and was about to roll over when he realized there was something heavy on him.
And in addition to that, his dick was in something wet.
Sitting up a bit, he looked down to find Allison sucking him off. He smiled and laid back down.
Allison pulled his hardness from her mouth and slid up to his face. Allison’s naked tits squished into Alan’s chest.
“Hi, sweetie, I thought I’d start off my time in charge by doing what your wife would do.”
“Julie never does that. Was it in her notes?”
“No, I pulled it out of what she wrote, though. I think she wants to suck you off at night, but can’t find the right words to let you know.”
“Oh. Well, that’s nice of you to fill in, then.”
“Of course!” Allison said, sliding back down to his meat. He couldn’t help but appreciate her thoughtfulness. He smiled, being sure to play it up a little for the camera by the door.
Julie woke up in the morning, naked, and tied to her bed. She knew something was off, but the feeling of the vibrator embedded in her pussy reminded her of how she always woke up in the morning like this.
“Good morning, Julie,” said Missy. The naked woman strode across the room, got on the bed, and straddled Julie’s face.
As Julie lapped up the beautiful woman’s cunt juices, she couldn’t help but remark on how perfect life can be.
Alan woke up with Allison’s naked body hugging him. He decided he’d make breakfast for his family’s newest friend. Getting up, he didn’t bother putting on any clothes, as there was never any reason to do otherwise. He bounded down to the kitchen, where he found Nate fucking his sister from behind while she lay on the table. A cameraman had his cock out for her to suck on.
“Morning, dad,” said Nate. Alan gave his son a high-five as he walked by. He was proud of his kids for keeping their lust within the family. He eagerly looked forward to his turn as Callie’s cunt.
“Want anything to eat?” Alan asked.
“Nah, we ate already,” Nate said with a grin.
Allison stepped into the kitchen, her lucious tits swaying as she walked.
“Good morning, children,” she called out. She stopped to give Nate a long, wet kiss. While there, she stuck a finger in Callie’s ass. “Callie, don’t forget, I’m going to peg you with the strap-on later.” The only response from Callie was a muffled sound while she continued to suck off the cameraman.
Allison walked over to Alan, hugging him from behind.
“Thanks for making breakfast, hubby,” she said.
Alan turned around. “Of course, dear,” he said while picking up his new wife. He impaled her on his hard cock. After wrapping her legs around his body, she started using the leverage to stroke his member with her dripping-wet pussy.
It didn’t take long for Alan to fill up Allison’s hot snatch with his cum. Allison hugged her man closely, enjoying the feeling of his cock shrinking inside her.
“I love you,” she whispered into his ear.
Alan let his wife down. In the corner were two of the female producers—interns, really—in a 69, being filed by a man in the crew. He decided that after breakfast, he’d feed them both his own sausage.
It had been six days, and Julie had done nothing but lick, suck, and fuck. Maurice was hung like a horse, and she loved it. She couldn’t remember a time before she was his fuck toy. She even recalled when he brought Missy home to be his second wife. She just couldn’t remember anything about his first wife, Allison, though. It seemed like she was on a long vacation.
Alan grunted as he fucked his daughter in the ass. His son lay beneath her, his cock embedded in Callie’s cunt. Alan had range of motion, and the movement he created as he pounded into his teenage girl was enough to get his son off at the same time.
Allison held a camera and filmed them going at it, as she usually did. Often, Alan and Allison would fuck at night while watching reruns of their family trysts. Usually, they could hear Callie screaming and moaning while riding her brother to sleep in their shared bed down the hall.
Camera crews lived at their house 24/7. If they weren’t involved in the constant orgies in the house, they were definitely filming it. Alan, and his parter, Maurice, owned their own porn studio. Each ran a crew out of their houses.
Alan had an odd thought about Maurice’s bitch, Julie. She was pretty fuckable, he realized. He wondered if Maurice would let him bring her home for the weekend, to see how the kids liked her. Of course, Maurice could have their shared wife for the weekend in exchange. Alan couldn’t help but think about how cool it was to share a wife with his best friend.
Julie found herself loaded into a limo. Master and Missy were there, and Master was fucking Missy from above. Julie was jealous, as it was her favorite position. They were headed to Master’s friend’s house, where she was to spend the weekend servicing their family.
As the limo pulled outside the modest suburban home, Julie felt a little distate for the Hiett’s living conditions. She knew they made shitloads of money off the porn they made, and wondered why Alan Hiett didn’t just move in with Maurice, or at least buy the house next door.
Cameramen filmed her as two large crew members lifted her out of the limo. She swung back and forth in their hands as they walked into the house.
“Maurice, my friend, welcome,” said Mr. Hiett. Maurice and Alan hugged a moment. Alan turned to Missy and gave her a passionate kiss. Allison gave her other husband a hug, and slipped down to her knees to properly greet Maurice.
After a few minutes of filming, the four of them went inside, with the bitch being carried in after them.
“Damn, Maury, I can’t wait to get my cock in your little bitch. She’s hot in those restraints.”
Maurice grinned. “Yes, my friend, she is quite nice. Hey, I was wondering if you’d like to take Missy this weekend as well, we can trade our daughters and really have some fun.”
“I’d love that, old friend. Nate has been asking about your girl lately. Ever since she started going to college, he’s been lusting hard for her. All three of the kids used to fuck like rabbits only a year ago.”
“Those were good time, eh?” Maurice asked Alan, slapping him on the back.
“It sure was,” said Alan.
The camera crew shut off their equipment for the week. Weekend were their time off from work. But they wouldn’t be too far, as they rented the entire basement of Mr. Hiett. The eight of them would enjoy each other’s bodies all weekend, maybe make their own movies.
It was all good, just one of the many perks of working on the set of Wife Swap.