“Well, this sucks,” Jorge complained, “We were supposed to be spending the night at the big game, but our wives figured out our plan to sneak out without them. They cast some sort of strange magic spell to steal our bodies, and now they left us here alone while they went out to the game.”
“It’s not so bad when you think about it,” Lyle mused.
“How does this not completely suck?”
“Haven’t you ever been curious what they feel? I mean, we’re each in the body of the other’s wife. It wouldn’t even really be cheating, would it? If we went upstairs, I’d technically be in bed with my wife and you’d technically be in bed with yours. Don’t you want to try? Aren’t you the least bit curious?”