And I said "I remember coming home and having some drinks and getting a little drunk, but I don’t remember doing this with you" I lied.She said, "I,...I thought it was a dream, I'm oh my, I thought it was a dream, you mean that really happened"I said "yes I don't remember it but I guess it did"She said "I'm so sorry, what shall we do"I said "well first of all you must delete that photo, 2nd we must never tell anyone about this, not anyone, my wife must never find out, do you understand?"She said. ’ She took a few moments to reflect on her feelings, only to realize that she hadn’t done that in a few days. She always did that, it wasn’t like her not to. A thought hit her with intense dread, ‘Am I turning into him?’“No, that’s not possible,” she blurted to herself. Of course anything was possible, but at long as her body was being taken care of, He was contained. It didn’t make sense. The only thing that made sense was this was hormonal. ‘Damnit, come on Emily. Focus, there are women who. Now, do it again.’ She kissed the tip again, and I pushed the dildo forward, so she had to open her mouth and accept the head between her lips. ‘Now show me how you can suck it.’ She started slowly, but took more and more of the dildo into her mouth, her eyes locked with mine as her lips went up and down the bright pink shaft. ‘That’s it. That’s the way. Show me what a good cock sucker you are.’ I smiled down at her. ‘Did your husband like it when you sucked his cock?’ Rachel tried to shake her. My cock pointing straight up, I pushed down on it and rubbed it on his face. He protested and quietly whispered “No.” “Please, please” I pleaded softly. He surprised me by saying, You can rub it on my ass if you want” I guess he wasn’t asleep that first night like I thought he was. That first night when I lowered his pjs, him on his stomach, and rubbed my hard, throbbing cock on between his soft, hairless little ass cheeks. I climbed off off of him and he rolled over to his stomach, his cute.