We'd just spent a week in Lake Placid, strolling around town, eating in the local restaurants, and fucking, When I say fucking, I mean FUCKING! Bob is...the horniest man that I've ever known. Every morning I woke up with Bob sucking my cock, and every morning after he swallowed my cum he rolled me over and gave me the fuck of my life! Then we'd shower together and inevitably end up in bed again. And again after breakfast….and two or three times after lunch, and then hurry back to the room after. Most of them were the standard girly movies but it really didn't matter to me. We started watching the movie with me sitting up on the couch with Amelia laying across my lap. Right in front of my face when I looked down was Amelia's tight tank top showing off her amazing boobs. I had to tell my self not to think about that because if I were to get hard, my 7 inch long dick would be sticking up into her back, and I didn't want to make her uncomfortable. The movie proceeded with Amelia changing. Then, a week after the panties had arrived, more changes happened.My pants became women's pants.Not overly feminine, in fact the only reason I knew they were women's wasbecause they lacked a fly or zipper, and they had no pockets.Lacking any other options, I wore a pair to class, and put on a lightjacket so I had a place to carry my keys and wallet.If anybody noticed, they didn't say anything.The week after, all my shirts changed to match the pants.Again, they weren't super feminine, but just. We had tried other partners, all white men, but they seemed to not add to our sexual experience. Then, earlier this year, a black male that my wife worked with,began making sexual advances towards her. My wife had never been with a black man nor had she ever made mention of a desire to. So I was a bit surprised when she grew intent on having sex with a black. She did, and her experience was a resounding dud. This guy was not well endowed, nor very attentive to my wife's needs. She was.