A lie

"Uh...no, just, when I'm in Mike's body I get urges I've never had before," she said, lying through her teeth.

In my head I pictured her barebacking the receptionist slut on the beach for everyone to see with no regard for me. Any guilt I had about taking it up the ass from Diego faded. If she was honest, maybe I would have been too, but if she was going to lie, there was no need in coming clean.

"I really like being dominant," she said, as if she hadn't dominated me for most of our marriage. "And when I'm a guy...I really like women. Like a lot."

She had liked Clara a WHOLE lot.

"I'm not gay, John," she said. "At least I don't think so. I'm not fantasizing about women right now."

Neither was I.

"Maybe I should stay in my own body for a while," she said. "Maybe we both should. Just be ourselves."

If I kept having problems getting it up for her in her own body, this trip might not go so well. Did I even want it to? I wasn't sure. Part of me just wanted to go back to Diego's place and suck his balls dry. Maybe let him stretch my ass out some more.

"What do you think?"