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We lay there in bed for a long while, with me holding by husband from behind. Honestly, for the first time in many years things felt right between us. I mean, I had always loved him, but I had gotten tired through the years of him being such a needy little bitch in the bedroom.

Jon wasn't man enough to just take what he wanted, and even if he had tried, he was never really good at it. Yes, he was good at eating pussy, but he had always whined and cried about wanting to get off too. I'm not heartless, which is why I had always let him jerk off after he got me off.

Now though, the possibilities were endless. I imagined dressing him up as a girl and introducing him to our friends as his cousin from out of state. I knew a couple of guys I bet who would be happy to get a blowjob from Jon's "cousin." At least one of his good friend's had been trying to get in my panties for years.

If I was still in Mike's body I would already have my big black cock shoved up his ass because I had no doubt it would be rock hard and ready to ruin my husband.

"I love you, Jon," I whispered in his ear.

"I love you too."

We lay that way for a little while longer before I decided it was time to get on with our vacation.