As she closed the door I saw Cuckman had dressed and was watching from the bottom of the stairs. My wife closed the door. Cuckman told me to do my job...first and clean his cum from my wife’s pussy and then to get the meal onto the table. Like normal that evening he made me watch him fuck my wife, clean them up with my tongue and then I retired to the spare bedroom as they slept together in our bed. The last two weekends had clearly woken up an exhibitionistic streak my wife had, but which I had. Barry senses this and really start to take pleasure from what he's doing to me, giving me even more pleasure, he's pushing me along the the forest floor at this point. To my shock and horror my moans and groans join Barry's grunt, I've gotten my ruined pants down to my ankles where they're pooling around the tops of my boots. I find my hand snaking it's way up under my shirt, it slips under my bra and starts playing with my breast when I realize something is wrong. My brain registers that the. "It's your fault," I reply, and move my head to the side. He nibbles my neck and I groan. "You're going to make me want to fuck you again and I'm sore," I almost whine. His gift is apparently also a curse. His body gently shakes with laughter. "I'm sorry. I should have expected that. You're unbelievably tight," he says. "Yeah, no fucking shit." I feel him smile against my neck. "Well, you want to know a secret?" "What's that?" I ask. "You're the tightest I've ever had," he whispers, and I. They walked up to Cindy and I as wewere finishing up our coffee, both having a discussion of what it feltlike to be in these bodies we were in. Mandy, in Cindy's body, waswearing the original clothes Cindy had worn the night before. Cindy and Istood up.Mandy was the first to speak up, looking at me, "Cute outfit,girlfriend!," as she gave her former curvy ass a squeeze. Phil thenlooked straight at Cindy, in my former male body, "I thought you wouldn'twant to leave the party without at least.