"Go on." Then I discovered that my breasts were my own and the wig had become myown hair too." Just like that?" said Stephanie sceptically."It seems s.... I wouldn't have believed it, but that's honestly how ithappened." Can I see?" What?" Your bits." Bits?" asked Denise almost sweating with the heat she was generatingfrom blushing."Yeah," said Stephanie and pointed to the area just below Denise's waist."I-I don't know, I mean you'll laugh. It's embarrassing." Why? I've got one." Bet yours isn't. My wife knew I had a tendency to like another cock as much as I enjoyed pussy, but she never would have guessed whose cock I wanted more than anything. I walked into the master bedroom stripping slowly as I remembered the first time with another man. I had been twenty and he was my tennis coach. It had all started innocent enough, him helping me get just the right stance for a perfect backswing, before I knew what was happening his hand was down the front of my shorts cupping my cock in his. He settled himself on top of me, not yet merged, but still cozy, as we kissed.Finn waited until I was arching up at him needfully, impatient to become one, before he backed up enough for me to grasp him and guide him to my entrance. When I did, he immediately pushed forward, sliding in easily. It was an exquisite sensation, and I’m afraid I couldn’t help moaning at feeling it. Finn, too, made a happy sound in the back of his throat as he hit rock bottom.I momentarily wrapped my limbs around him. "I'll check on mom, see if she needs anything before I hit the sack," I stated turning."Well, you might want to do something about that before you do," Mandy told me. "As vulnerable as she is at the moment...she might take one look at that and forget who she is," she said smiling, pointedly looking at my crotch. Though admittedly, she did have a point."I'll just peek my head in," I told her.Mandy burst out laughing, "Which one?"Once again I reached for one of the throw pillows, but Mandy was.