We kept walking until the beach took a turn and ended up in a cove so no one else was going to see where we were. I was confused at first, but I still...went with it. At first I thought we were just going there to get away from everyone, but then I realized there was a completely different motive for being here than I originally thought. It all seemed to click once Mike walked up behind me and removed my sarong before grinding his hard on into my ass and kissing my neck.But once again, I was. ”He walked over to me, standing right in front of me. “Strip me, bitch.” I moved around him. He was no Adonis, already pear-shaped, but the fact that I 'had' to obey aroused me so much I didn’t care. In fact, his being chubby turned me on.I had him naked very quickly, his cock as chubby as he but not too long. His friends were stripping as I finished.“Kneel and suck me.”I obeyed happily. No longer a trophy wife but a Trophy Milf! I had him in my mouth sucking him instantly. This spoiled brat. I staggered, with my eyes only half open, to the toilet. I lifted the lid and reached for my penis. Grabbing only open air, I panicked before realizing that the body switch had not been a bad dream. I put the seat back down and sat to pee. God, how humiliating that I had been reduced to this. Me, Peter Alan Hotaling, star quarterback of my college team, the guy that had been on a one-man quest to win the heart, or at least the pussy, of every woman in New York City. Now I was one of them. A. The situation was as simple as that.What in the world? Suddenly, the wall I was leaning against began to vibrate at a very low frequency. Did that mean that there was somebody inside banging on the wall as a way to call for help? I was frozen in fear. I did not know what to do. All I could do was to move to lean against the opposite wall. I was so tired that I could not have helped anybody.Well, the thuds against the wall continued for what seemed like another 10 minutes or so. Then I heard a.