Branden and I stood together in the walk-in closet, straining our ears for any sign of the Webers. Shoes tapping against the tile flooring, doors creaking, talking. Aside from that first squeaking sound, I had heard nothing else.
"I think the coast is clear. Come on, let's get --
Just then the door to the bedroom swung open. It was Mary, tromping into the bedroom and shucking off her three-piece suit on the bed.
"Shhhiii--!" He gasped, before I slapped my hand over his mouth, glaring daggers at him. I saw the look of pure terror in his eyes, and I'm sure he saw the same in mine as well. Nothing we could do about it, we were stuck in the Webers' bedroom closet with no way out without alerting the neighbors that there were two teenaged boys spying on them.
We remained there, crouched low enough to look through the slatted rifts in the closet door. My lower back was on fire again, forcing me to place my hands on my knees for support. In the darkness I could feel Branden's hot breath tickling the back of my neck. It was getting kind of warm in there.
"Do you see anything out there, Mike?" He voiced breathlessly, getting a better view above me.
I watched as Mary hung up the suit on a hanger, stalk toward the closet to put it away, then veer off to place it on the door handle. She was mumbling something to herself, possibly about getting it dry cleaned, which made me thankful she didn't walk right in on us. She then stripped out of her slacks, undershirt, and socks, before wrapping a towel around herself and going into the adjoining bathroom. I then heard the sound of a shower faucet whooshing on and the pitter-patter sound of water sloshing down the drain.
"She's taking a shower, we should leave now." Whispered Branden.
"We don't know where Mr. Weber is," I replied quietly, adjusting my stance crouched down in the closet. "If we go out there and stumble upon him..."
"Oh, right." He sighed.
A few more minutes pass and I reconsidered Branden's suggestion. Where was Josh Weber? The longer we stay in here, the more likely it is we'll be caught. My mind was torn between chancing it and waiting for a better moment (if one should arrive). Still, the question remained: Why were the Webers home so early from their anniversary night out?
I could hear Mary humming to herself in the shower. Oblivious to the fact that the body she was lathering up with soap and rinsing off wasn't hers. Well, it had been hers for a month now. After trying on all the rings without swapping back, I had begun to grow afraid that my body would be hers for much longer than I thought.
I heard her turn off the faucet and step out of the shower stall. Naked as the day my body was born, she was nude from head to toe, holding a bath towel in her hand. Her hair was still stringy and wet, matted down against her neck and upper back, but she tossed the towel on the bed and plugged in a blow dryer to finish the job. Her boyish hips, broad shoulders, toned physique, and flaccid penis on full display. After her hair was sufficiently dry, she put on an impossibly tiny banana hammock thong, producing a noticeable bulge as her dick filled out the stretchy piece of fabric.
"Wow," Gasped Branden. "Look at her wood, Mike. Am I dreaming?"
I rolled my eyes, finding nothing erotic about this situation.
Then, Josh stepped into the room and, approaching his nude wife from behind, embraced her tightly. She turned around and they kissed each other passionately.
"I couldn't wait all night, babe," He groaned in between kisses.
"Me neither." She agreed, running her hands up and down his back.
"Your hair smells good. Is that cologne as well?" He asked.
"I just bought it yesterday, do you like it?" She said. After he nodded, she leaned against him, holding him by his neck tie, "Now get out of those clothes, lover. I want to be on top this time."
"Whatever you say, darling." He began stepping out of his pants and button-up dress shirt, hanging them on the door next to Mary's outfit. He turned around, this time in nothing but briefs.
Mary purred seductively. "Mmm, you've gotten me all hard and bothered. Don't make me wait any longer!" She reached down and fondled her 'package', anxiously waiting as Josh laid down on the bed.
My own heart was beating rapidly at this point. Aside from the crappy, porno-like dialogue, this was the point of no return. There would be no explaining why we were in their house and especially why we were spying on their love-making session. This whole plan was becoming more and more dangerous.
But Branden had quite a different reaction. He gulped audibly, "Dude, th-this is so hot. I don't even care if they catch us..." He adjusted his stance inside the closet, and I could feel something poking against my butt. "Ah, sorry." He chuckled as I turned around.
I lost track of time, but it was far too long before Mary and Josh were finished. Branden and I witnessed everything, including some positions and feats of acrobatics that I didn't know was possible for two male bodies to do. It was a horrifying sight that I couldn't tear my eyes away from, try as I might. That night would be burned into my memory for a very, very long time!
Josh rolled over in bed, breathing deeply in contentment. "That was... the best, Mary. I love you."
She snuggled up next to him and delivered another kiss on his neck. "Happy anniversary babe! Want to go for another round later tonight?"
"You know it!" He laughed and held her close, stroking her semi-erect, rapidly deflating dick with his hands. "I can't get over how strong my own wife is."
She flexed her bicep, giggling, "Well, some girls like to take care of their image! If you would go to the gym as often as me, I could teach you how to get swole too!"
I looked at my own pencil-thin arm and frowned. I probably couldn't lift a tenth of what Mary could now. Her body was not designed for that kind of thing. We waited a few more minutes before the very welcome sound of snoring emanated through the bedroom.
"They're asleep. You can stay here if you like, but I'm leaving." Said Branden, getting up and reaching for the closet door handle. My feet had fallen asleep at this point, so I put my hand against him and steadied myself up.
"Good idea, let's go." I nodded. Automatically I reached for the box of spare rings and carried it with me as we walked out of the bedroom. Making as little noise as we could so as not to disturb the neighbors in their post-coital sleep.
"Do you really think you should bring that?" Asked Branden, pointing toward the box.
"I can't give up on a way to switch back." I declared. He just shrugged, still trying to do whatever it took to reduce the erection still filling his pants.
He opened the back door quietly and we sneaked outside.
Later.......
