I don’t want her pussy. And most of all, I don’t want you to leave. I want you to have her pussy. I just want you to fuck her.” I begged him. I ...egged him to fuck my wife. Deva smiled. He just took my manhood from me right in front of my wife. He loved it.Fuck yeah!” Deva said. Yes. That’s a good boy. You know it’s the right thing to do” said my wife with a huge smile knowing that I had just begged another man to fuck her and the fact she now knew for sure he was going to put that big cock deep. It occurred to me that if I wasn't dreaming, I was in trouble. Could Itell anyone I wasn't this girl? Who would believe me? And even if by somemiracle someone believed me, what could they do? I somehow doubt anybodyknows how to do a soul transplant.For that matter, I wasn't sure where my real body was. If my soul was inher body, was she in mine? Or is my body in the morgue?I decided I was going to have to try and calm down. I tried to rememberwhat happened before the accident. It came in. ...I didn't need to work hard to seduce her when I decided the time hadcome for us to fuck. She came to my bed like a lamb to the slaughter and Ifound a pussy so tight my dick wouldn't fit inside without enough lube tolaunch an aircraft carrier. That right there fellas was worth all theother stuff I endured over the nine months we were together. Hell, it tookthe first seven months just to stretch her out far enough that my cockcould slip inside Chrissie with just her own natural lubricants,. ’ Jon was never great at briefings, Stan remembered. This one was no exception. Up the pair of them got, as they left the office Stan managed to get Denise’s attention and mouthed, ‘Coffee?’ She nodded back to him, and so off they went. They got their coffee and sat at one of the tables. Stan, as so often, didn’t really know what to say, so they sat in silence for quite a while. Eventually he managed to say in a gentle voice, ‘What happened then, Denise? You sounded happy enough on Friday.’ ‘No.