I put on my nightie because I can. No-one has to know and it feels sonice. That night I have a strange dream. I feel like I run into analternate versi...n of myself. A very female looking version. You have tohelp me, she says. "My wife is driving me nuts, all she seems to thinkabout is sex!" How can I help?" I ask.My other self says, "Please just change places with me."A wife who loves to have sex, what a dream this is turning out to be, soI agreed. There is a flash and I see my regular body. I often wondered what the maid thought about the staining and the stench of pure sex. Just thought I’d let you know in case it worried you, Mr Taylor’s name was Henry, and I only found that out two days after we got home. Within the next two years I’d been fucked by three and once four men a few more times, for the brothers it helped the wheels of commerce, for me it was mostly (not always) great sex.What happened in Manchester changed everything forever, this was when we met up with Arnold he. She looked back down, directly at the swollen knob. The glans was an attractive pink. The smell drifting up to her nostrils made her feel a little giddy. The big cock had to be all of nine inches long. Maybe even ten.On a downward stroke, Stacy left her fingers wrapped around the thick base of the long, rigid rod. She leaned over and began licking the big knob. The taste seemed to be even better than the cocks she'd licked before. Not that there was really much of a taste, she thought, twirling. “But you want, it, don’t you?”He said nothing, just laid his head back and closed hiseyes. I repeated the question.“Yes,” he whispered finally.“You know what to do, don’t you?” I started undoing hisbelt.“What?”“Take me into your room and drop your pants.”I knew he was a slob, but the living room was neat, so Ididn’t know how much of a slob he was. He hesitated.“I know your room’s a mess, but take me in.