Exchange Meeting

“How do I look?” Clarissa asked, interrupting her husband John's snack. Clarissa was wearing a crop top that showed her midriff, and a miniskirt that showed plenty of her long legs. “Wow, you look spectacular,” John said as he almost choked on his soda. “Did you tan your legs?” "No silly," Clarissa laughed. "This will give you a better idea of ​​what's happening to me." Clarissa lifted her skirt showing that underneath she was not only not wearing her underwear, but a respectable 7-inch penis was dangling playfully. “What? When… did you became a futanari?” John said dumbfounded. “I didn’t, silly,” Clarissa continued laughing, “They're Patricia's legs. I went to a swap meet today!” That explained everything. The color and toning of his wife's legs were because they weren’t hers but her best friend Patricia’s. Clarissa was an NBM girl, and she enjoyed swap meetings with her friends, although the vast majority of the time she came back with her own parts. “Wow, those are really nice legs,” John said. “But if you have them, how is Patricia going to walk?” “She took Mary's legs, and Mary took mine,” Clarissa said as she took a few ballet steps with her friend's legs. “I wanted to try her legs since she works out a lot. I was also curious about having a penis, since not having to sit to pee could be kind of nice.” "Yeah, it is pretty convenient," John said. "I'll miss you having a vagina though." “Oh, don't worry, we'll only keep each other’s pieces for a week. Besides, futanaris have vaginas too,” Clarissa said as she leaned across the table and lifted her skirt. Beneath her penis a nice pink vagina peeked out. "The vaginas of the futanaris are beautiful! It's a shame that they are so hidden." John’s eyes went wide. “I have to agree with you there,” John said walking over to Clarissa as he unbuttoned his pants. Clarissa quickly pulled down her skirt. "Hey, what do you think you're doing?" “What? Sorry, I thought we were going to have sex,” John said a little upset. “You looked very sensual, and I thought you were coming onto me. I've never done it with a futanari." “Well, I like this form, but we can't have sex. They are Patricia's legs vagina after all,” Clarissa said, a little disappointed herself. “But she won't feel it,” John protested. "I'm sorry, but I'll know, and we made a commitment to take care of each other's parts," Clarissa said. "Okay, fine," John said. He didn’t even try to hide his disappointment. "But then let me have some fun with my other toys." John lifted Clarissa's top revealing her breasts, but something stopped him short. His wife had both her nipples pierced, with little gold rings gleaming at the tips of them. Besides, there were freckles he hadn't noticed before. “S-sorry,” Clarissa said. “These are Jennifer's boobs. I wanted to see how it felt to have these piercings.” "She's your redheaded friend, right?", John said with his eyes fixed on the nipple rings that his wife showed off. "They really invite you to..." he was just going to give one of them a kiss, when Clarissa put her hand on John's nose. "Sorry love, but I also have to take care of these," Clarissa said apologetically. “Damn, so it looks like we won't have any action for a week?” John protested. "I know, I should have thought of that," Clarissa lamented. "If you want, I can help you masturbate, the hands are still mine." "Okay, I don't want you to feel uncomfortable," John said. "Could you at least give me a blowjob?" Clarissa looked at him with an embarrassed expression, before opening her mouth. She stuck out a tongue twice as long as her own that had three piercings right down the middle. John looked at her with a surprised expression. “Sorry!” Clarissa muttered completely flushed.