Are You Sure? Part 2 - Fuck the guest!

Part 1

"Are you sure about this?" Jon asked Clyde.

"Oh I am more than sure," Clyde said revealing his cleavage. "I want you inside me right now." He began playing with his breast in front of his best friend.

Clyde and Jon's relationship had never been so close. It had been four months since the ghost of Clyde took over the body of Jon's trophy wife, Claire, and things could not have been better between the two friends. Jon had all but forgotten about how much of a gold digging bitch she was, and Clyde loved nothing more than being back in the land of the living. What Clyde never expected was just how much of a nympho Jon's wife was. These occurrences were hardly rare.

"But what about the guests?" Jon said attempting to suppress his erection.

"Fuck the guest," Clyde took his best friend's hand into his and pulled him towards his feminine body. "Fuck me!" Clyde wrapped his legs around Jon and began making out with him, moaning with every breath he took.

"I'm so fucking happy you're my wife!" Jon said pulling down his pants and penetrating his best friend. Clyde roared into an echoing moan, every time felt like the first time with Claire's vagina.

Are You Sure?

 "Are you sure I can use your wife's body?" Clyde said from his new female vocal chords.

"Fuck yes you can, hell you can stay in her body as long as you want. After ten years of living with her she really grew into quite the bitch," Jon said lighting up a cigar. He took a few puffs and handed it to his friend. "Want some?"

"Nah, I'm fine I don't know if her lungs could take it," Clyde said. He began feeling up his new breast. "Man, I haven't been a woman in years, I forgot what having breasts were like. These have got to be the largest I've had, are they real?"

"Sorry to disappoint you my friend, but they're as fake as she was. Bolt ons 100%," he said taking another few puffs and accidently blowing it into his friend's face. Clyde coughed. "Sorry about that. Long story short," he continued, "when we got married she was only a tiny B cup, but goddamn were they perfect. After we moved to this snobby rich neighborhood she grew self conscious of her perfectly perky-yet-small breasts she begged me to pay for the operation." He paused and looked his friend in the eye. "Man, you've missed a lot since you passed away. I'm so sorry you and you sis had to get hit by that dumbass drunk driver. If that never had happened her and I could live happily together, and you could be sitting here with a beer instead of wearing that skank's skin."

"Hey, at least we're back together and your bitch of a wife isn't in here. Say," he flipped his hair, "how about you show me what it's like to be a woman?"

"Normally I avoid sex with her, but since you're in there I suppose I can help a friend out," Gary said extinguishing his cigar.

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