” A far-off look clouded her eyes. “Daniel’s not a little shit. He’s a ... a...”“Douchebag?”“Stop it, Brad.” Penelope pulled back th... covers and stepped out of bed. Her t-shirt went down to about mid-thigh, but she had nothing else on. “What time is it?”“It’s after nine.” Brad gave her body a strange look. She seemed different to him. “You missed dinner, but Mom saved you some ravioli.”“Yum.” Penelope picked up a pair of panties and pulled them on. They felt tight on her hips.“They’re just. You don’t have to do that. We can just focus on the girls in our lives.”“Is it because I was a boy?”“No! Kitten, never. You have never been a boy to me. And you never will be. But not one of my girlfriends ever has to do something against her nature. I know you prefer girls. You don’t have to have sex with me to prove you are a girlfriend, too,” I said.“I would,” she whispered.“Beca...”“I know I said I was lesbian and I truly believe I am, Jacob. But maybe not quite as much as I once was.. Now most of her oral adventures involved one-time flings but every once in a while she would have a regular guy where she would give him a blow job maybe once a month or so but they usually ended when they wanted to go further and she refused. My wife's change happened because of one such regular, Al, a mid 50's black man she had met at one of the clubs she and her friends go to. She started meeting Al at his office in the evening every few weeks after he would send her an email. My wife. She wrote “You bastard fucking a bitch leaving this horny slut” I didn’t reply specifically but asked how things are going on in the function and did she pick someone to fuck for the evening. In return she sent me her picture in the function where she was looking really astonishing, she was in brown lehenga choli, half of her stomach was open, and boobs were pushed up so easily visible.Her butts were looking sooo big; I praised her dress and told she is looking so gorgeous that I would kiss her.