Bernard moaned loudly as he rocked his hips in slow, deep circles, savoring every inch of the thick cock buried inside his wet pussy. The pleasure was overwhelming, exactly the kind of intense sensation he had secretly missed for months.

Hillary and Bernard had once been deeply in love. They did everything together and had amazing sex. When a Romani fair came to town, they made a playful pact: between 2 AM and 5 AM, whenever they were in the same place, they would swap minds and fully experience each other’s bodies.

The first night was incredible, the surprise of it actually working and the thrill of sex from the other side.

But over time Hillary grew tired of Bernard only wanting to have sex when he was in her body. She felt used rather than desired.

At the gym she started enjoying the company of another man, the flirting, the joking, the genuine attention. Eventually she left Bernard.

He was devastated. He tried to move on, but he still dreamed about how it felt being her.

One night, while on a therapist-recommended vacation at a luxury resort, Bernard went to sleep alone. 

When he woke up he was kneeling on top of a muscular stranger, riding his cock with shameless hunger. 

The feeling was too good, too familiar to question. He glanced around, the room looked similar to his, except for the larger bed and mirrored walls around the bathtub.

In the reflection he saw his ex-wife’s body, his current body, bouncing on the stranger’s lap, moaning in ecstasy.

Bernard  understood it, they had accidentally booked the same hotel, then he checked the smartwatch on the man’s wrist: 2:03 AM. He still had over two hours.

He grinned, leaned forward, and kept riding hard, determined to enjoy every second of the remaining time in Hillary’s body.