Trapped On An Island In My Mistress’s Body (March 2024 Exclusive)

I’m nearly sixty-three years old, and a retired CEO of a multi-billion dollar company, so as you can imagine I have a lot of money and live a very lavish lifestyle. So I tend to take a lot of vacations to beautiful places.

My wife on the other hand has become a homebody and complains when I try to set up a vacation. When I first retired I was constantly inviting her, but she always complained and stayed home, then when I would stay home she didn’t want to do anything fun.

All she wanted was to play in her garden and leave me sitting in the house until I’d get bored and go golfing. Even worse than her complaining and ignoring me, she’s become less sexually active as we’ve gotten older, so we only have sex once every six months.

I on the other hand still have a sexual passion equal to someone half my age, so many days I’m left frustrated or to masturbate in the bathroom, which she also complains about. So after a year of dealing with this, I started traveling the world on my own.

At first, I was just going to places to have fun by enjoying local food and activities, but after some time, my eyes began to wander and I found myself checking out all the sexy hot women that I’d see all the time.

That led to me approaching them, and eventually flirting and having sex with them. I know it was wrong, but it felt so good. Eventually, it got to the point I was spending two or three months at a time in one location to sleep with the same woman over and over.

After a year, I ended up staying at a private resort on a small island, and that is where I met Camilla. A super sexy woman, with naturally massive breasts, a perfect curvy body, a large butt, and everything needed for the perfect woman.

I fell in love with her and her body and found myself constantly going back to see her. There were some trips where we’d sleep together three or four times a day. I loved nothing more than to stick my dick in her and bury my face in her cleavage.

After a while it got to the point where I knew I had to have her, I had to marry her, the problem was I was already married. Luckily I had a prenup agreement with my wife, so I contacted a divorce lawyer one day while I was lying in bed at the resort waiting for Camilla.

My lawyer said he’d take care of everything and contact me in a couple of hours, I thanked him and eagerly awaited my future wife naked in bed ready for her. She arrived wearing her normal extremely tight bikini set and hopped onto the bed.

She began by placing my cock between her breasts and stimulating it until it was fully erect, then she pulled her crotch up to it and inserted it inside her. She began to ride me like I was a mechanical bull while I held her hips and moaned.

Right before I cummed she stopped and looked at me. She asked if we could try something different and I happily agreed. After all, I’d do anything to keep her happy, as she already keeps me more than happy.

She got up and pulled out a necklace and put it on, then handed me one, but told me not to put it on yet. Before I could put it on, she wanted me to tie her arms and legs to the bed, and insert myself back in her.

This was extremely kinky and I was already horny so I didn't even question it. After tieing her up I climbed up on her and reinserted myself and began to thrust my cock in and out of her. She began to moan loudly and then told me to put the necklace on.

I did and my vision became blurry suddenly I felt myself ripped from my body and forced into hers. When my vision stopped being blurry I was looking up at myself smirking. I moved my head down a bit and couldn't see anything but Camilla’s massive breasts.

I was somehow in her body, and I assumed she was in mine, I wanted to ask, but there was still a cock deep inside me and it felt so incredibly strange but amazing. My old body started to thrust into my current one and for the first time in my life, I was being fucked as a woman.

I was fucked for about an hour having orgasm after orgasm, each one becoming more and more intense until the point I passed out. When I woke up the next morning I was still in her body and tied to the bed, but my body was nowhere to be seen.

I sat there yelling out for an hour before one of the resort maids came in and saw me. I asked her to untie me and she did. She then said she’d give me a few minutes to get dressed since I was currently naked, but after that, I had to leave.

I stopped her before she left the room and asked why, this room was supposed to be rented out for the next month. The maid avoided making eye contact but turned halfway around to explain. It turned out that Camillia had gone to the front desk and canceled the rest of the reservation.

Why would she do that I asked, and the maid said she had no idea. She did say I could talk to the resort manager as he was the one who canceled it for Camilla. Then the maid left the room before I could ask another question.

I got off of the bed and looked around. All my stuff, including clothes, wallet, keys and phone was all gone, even my suitcase. Had Camillia robbed me? Had she used some sort of magic to steal my body and in turn all my money?

That’s when I remembered the necklace she had me put on. I reached my hands up and passed the large breasts on my chest and it was gone. She must have taken that as well so I couldn't use it to swap back.

I looked around the room for something to wear, and the only thing that was around was the bikini Camilla was wearing. So I hesitantly put it on, and it felt as tight as it looked on her. The bikini bottom was crushing my crotch, and my fatty breasts were nearly popping out the sides of the top.

I went to leave the room when I noticed a note tapped on the back of the door. I remove it from the wall and open the door to let the maid start her cleaning. I walk down the hallways of the resort while reading the note.

“To my lovely husband, by the time you read this, you’ll have already started your new life as the wonderfully busty Camilla. Yes, I’ve known all about your affair with these random sluts, and for the most part, I was okay with it.”

“Then you found this bimbo and fell in love with her. That infuriated me, especially when I found out you were planning to leave me, and take everything. I just couldn't let that happen, I wasn’t going to let that happen.”

“So I devised a plan to screw you over instead. I traveled to that resort without you knowing and confronted Camilla. Color me surprised to find out she’s nothing but a prostitute, and has a deal with the resort.”

“They tell her which men are really rich, and she gives them a reason to come back and spend a ton of money. I bet that must be a real kick in the balls, or in your case I’ll say a slap to the breasts, either way, you were far from the only guy she slept with all the time.”

“I still wanted revenge though, and even if Camilla is a bit of an idiot she was very good at making powerful men reveal their secrets and give her very special things, including those body-swapping necklaces.”

“So last month before you returned home to me I made a deal with Camilla. We swap bodies, and I’ll spend the next month or so being her until you arrive. I’d have sex with you and get you to swap our bodies and then I’ll fuck you like the bitch you are and leave you tied up.”

“After that, I’ll pack up everything and return home in your body, to Camilla who’s in my body. Then we’ll be finding new bodies to possess, and then splitting your estate and entire fortune between our new younger bodies, so there will be nothing left for you if you somehow get off that island.”

“Which I doubt will happen. We took all of Camilla’s savings, and that resort values your services, and since it’s a private island the only laws in place are the ones they make, so if you won’t be a good slutty girl, they might lock you up, or worse tie you up and let men have their way with you.

“Anyway, that’s about it. I hope you enjoy this new life as a tropical island prostitute, while Camilla and I fuck every day in our new bodies and spend all your money. Best regards Your ex-wife.” I stopped suddenly and dropped the note.

There was no way this was happening right? My wife really took my life and fortune away and left me stranded on an island to serve men sexually. I ran over to the lobby and got to one of the computers they use to check people in.

I went to my bank and tried to log in, but the password had been changed, then I tried all my social media and even my secret accounts. I was locked out of everything. I picked up the phone next to me and tried to call my wife, and then my number but all the numbers were disconnected.

I was sitting there trying not to freak out when the resort manager came by, looked at me, and frowned. He didn't know I’d swapped with Camilla so he was treating me exactly like he’d treat her, so he scolded me for losing such a good client.

He then said I had a chance to make up for it, as a new older rich man was here for the first time without his wife, and without his wedding ring. The manager then told me to go flirt with him and get him to stay a few days longer.

I tried to tell him I didn’t want to do that and I wanted to leave this island. He laughed and said that wasn't happening, then her turned me around, slapped my ass, and told me to go do my job or else he’d have to start charging me to stay here, and we both knew I couldn’t afford that.

I gulped and approached the man. I had little choice in the matter. I hoped I wouldn't have to do it for long, that I’d be able to leave one day, but four years later and I’m still here having sex nearly ten times a day and wearing nothing but bikinis, and no end in sight.