I sprinted out of the doorand dashed down the stairs, ready for any challenges ahead.I was glad I chose this body for the job, because these boxes wer... huge!No doubt filled with heavy and expensive material that I bought a fewweeks ago. I stacked each box on top of one another, and heaved them up,straining nearly every muscle I had. I could feel the burn stretchacross my back as I climbed each flight of stairs. Had regular ol' Martytaken on this challenge, I doubt he would even make it past. I was now inside your wife and she didn’t move.I could feel her vagina muscles begin to squeeze my penis. So many feelings.....wetness....warmth....love....My mind started to drift off, when I noticed she started to gyrate her hips. First a little, then more. The gyrations turned into an up and down motion of her tiny body on my extra large frame. “I was actually fucking a woman...I was actually fucking Gracie”.I wish I could say that I was able to fuck her for hours, but in reality, it only. I could tell he was nearing his finish so I swung my leg around and faced him again. I felt him throbbing as he came again in the condom. I must have had three orgasms to his one through all this.I cleaned him up with my mouth again, but by then the wine, water and champagne had gotten too me. "I need to pee."He seemed to be thinking. Then, "Can I watch?" It was the only even slightly kinky thing that happened that night, but for what he was paying, I didn't mind."Do you want me to stand up?". Nothing on a regular basis, but it was more than I was getting at home. And, I was becoming addicted to cheating, especially with the hatred my wife was showing me. Maybe I should have gone through with a divorce, which she had suggested several times, then changed her mind as she saw I was preparing for it.I had seen one couple's profile on the site several times. They were a hot couple, but there was nothing in the add about him being Bisexual so I left it alone. Then, one day there was a.