# Chapter 3: Anant's Weekend in Nikita's Body

It was Nitika's idea, and that was the frightening part — how easily I'd agreed.

"Fair's fair, husband," she'd said, wearing my body like a throne. "You spent a weekend being me with my permission. Now you be me. Properly. Find out what it's like when the whole world wants to fuck you." She'd smiled with my own handsome mouth. "And I know exactly where to start. Vickey's been texting you for months."

My ex-boyfriend. The one from before Anant — the one with the thick cock and the filthy mouth, the one I'd supposedly left behind forever. The one whose texts I'd never actually stopped reading.

So on Monday, from a number only he had, the game began.

Vickey: Still married to that boring husband of yours?

Me: Worse. Still married. But so bored, Vickey. So, so bored. 🥺

Vickey: Dangerous words.

Me: I wore the red dress today. The one you used to beg me for. I caught three men staring in the lift. I kept thinking about how you used to look at me. Like you were starving.

He replied in nine seconds. The game was on.

All week, Nitika and I traded our days like conspirators. She went to my office in my body — and she loved it, texting me at lunch about how Meera from Marketing kept brushing her dupatta against "his" arm. I stayed home in hers, learning her body from the inside while she learned my world. And every night, while she fucked me slow and deep with my own cock and whispered the filthiest things she'd ever wanted said to her, I told her about Vickey's messages. And her hips got hungrier every time.

By Wednesday I'd stopped pretending to hesitate.

Me: I thought about you last night. While he was inside me. I'm sorry. It's just... he's gentle. You were never gentle.

Vickey: You didn't want gentle. You wanted to be used.

Me: I used to touch myself after you left, still dripping, thinking about the next time. He doesn't know that. He'll never know that.

Vickey: Where is he this weekend?

Me: Away. A hotel. Saturday. Just say when.

Vickey: 8pm. Wear the red dress. No bra.

I showed Nitika the thread in bed that night, and she read it with my eyes going darker and darker, her cock hard …