Every woman who saw Anant envied me. Broad shoulders. A chest like carved marble. Arms that made his sleeves look apologetic. And oh, he knew how to worship a women slow kisses down my stomach, warm oil on my shoulders, his tongue painting patient circles between my thighs until I climbed and climbed.

Until he slid inside me that gorgeous, long, slim cock of his, elegant and pretty and rocked. Gently. Politely. Considerately.

Seven years of almost. Almost there, almost enough, almost. I'd lie awake at 2 a.m., counting the ceiling fan blades, my thighs pressed tight, quietly furious.

I'm Nitika. I'm a greedy wife. And I was done with almost.

The night everything changed, Anant gave me the full ceremony. Massage, whispers, his mouth between my legs until I could see the glittering edge of it and then that polite little rhythm, and then his gasp, and then his snore.

I finished with my own fingers, teeth in my lip so he wouldn't hear.

The next day, Riya sent me a video. A Himalayan meditation darpana sadhana. Nine linked syllables. Swap bodies with anyone for twenty-four hours. I laughed the first time. The second time, my heart went fast. By the third, I'd stopped laughing entirely.

Friday afternoon I left work early. I cooked dal makhani with cream and ghee, his favorite paneer, a gulab jamun like a jewel on his plate. Then I changed into the outfit the tight white top that stretched over my heavy 36C boobs, the short skirt that hugged my round ass and showed off my thick, curvy thighs.

Anant stood in the doorway, and his cock was already hard. "Like what you see?" I purred, arching my back, my nipples poking through the thin fabric. "Do you want to just look, or do you want to be me?"

He swallowed. "God, Nitika... I think about it all the time. What it would feel like to have those tits. To know how wet you get. I want to know what it's like to be a woman."

That's all I needed to hear.

I fed him, oiled his scalp until he melted, and let him doze. Then I sat cross-legged and practiced the chant twice alone, just to teach my tongue.

Then I shook him awake. "Anant. I found something. We can swap. Twenty-four hours you become me, I become you."

We sat …