Then I realized that my dick was gone too. Insteat ofmy penis I saw a wet pussy inside my wife's panty. I blushed bythe thought that I had wetted myse...f without even knowing what Ireally was doing. Instead of giving my dick a massage I gavemyself a wet pussy. Although confused I realized that it hadhappened after I had put on my wife's panty. I removed the pantyand put on my own boxershort and waited to see my dick grow backagain.After an hour my dick was still gone. I turned into a womanwithin. He didn’t. It was painful to have to boot him out, to have no boyfriend of my own. But my girlfriend, and her boyfriend, very lovingly helped me through that. Two weeks of sharing a bed with them both, in their arms every night, really cheered me up. A lot!And now I know exactly what my perfect man is – the perfect man for me, anyway, even if he’s nobody else’s ideal of the perfect man. Because six weeks after I dumped Mister All Wrong, I met my perfect man. He has been in my bed every night. I was enjoying the stranger's cock, trying to make him cum. The stranger pulled away from me and moved behind me to take Allan’s place and Allan came to my face and stuck his dick in my mouth while the stranger rubbed the head of his giant cock against my puckering but hole before pushing its head in. It felt amazing being filled by the man and I pushed my bottom back to force him deeper into me, making him moan with pleasure as he began to fuck me. Allan came first, and I sucked him dry till. "Oh sorry," she said, and retreated out the door, closing it behind her.She picked up the phone. "Hello?"There was a long silence, then finally, "Hey."She sucked in her breath. "Bobby?" Yeah."She didn't know what to say. "I'm glad you called."Long pause. "Sure." I've missed you."Another long pause followed. "Uh huh." This is like talking to a rock," she thought in growing frustration.Before she could try another approach, Bobby said, "I talked to Collette today."Ohmygod, thought Patty. "You.