I remember one day, I was still on my knees swishing around my daily mouthful of his jizz, and he remarked, “Katie, you are the ultimate hotwife.”... swallowed, enjoyed the usual orgasm in my panties, then asked, “What’s a hotwife?”He snickered and explained, “It’s a hot and sexy married woman that loves her husband, but still needs other guys for fulfillment.”“Fuck… that’s me alright. I didn’t know there was term for it. I like that!”“And you’re sure your husband doesn’t know about us?” he. . He hopes so.A TRIP TO THE DOCTOR'SA guard comes for me and I am returned to the white room. My cell. It is definitely a cell. There was some food waiting for me: bread, fruit and tea (in a plastic mug) and that's all. The food makes me feel better. Perhaps my answers to The Voice have been satisfactory? Perhaps they are just checking the answers before they can let me go? It must be an hour or so after I have finished my meal when the cell door opens. Release! There is a woman standing. I had seen his cock before, when he would get out the shower. It was a 5 inch dick soft that was uncut. I decided to slowly slip my hands down his pants and to slowly rub it up and down, and finally had enough guts to pull it out, and look at it in the flesh. I started to play with the head of his hard uncut dick and to play with the foreskin. I started to pull the foreskin down and to rub the head, and that’s when he started to move me into position so that he could touch my dick. He pulled. The ride out to the house was nice. The traffic wasn't too bad and I had a good feeling about the future for the first time since I woke up in Cooper James' body. I almost felt like whistling a tune, but it felt weird knowing that the only tunes I could really whistle were from the Frank Sinatra and big band era, unless it was a TV theme song. The good mood lasted until I was walking up the steps to the porch, and then it didn't go away so much as get washed over with the somber memory of why I.