Coming out to Susan

By the time I left the Smith's I had reached a new conclusion. Before taking any action that would certainly blow up my marriage to Susan, I should at least give her the truth. She deserved that much. I was no longer the man she had married. If my encounter with the Smiths had proven anything to me, it was that I was gay. Not bisexual, but cock hungry gay. A gay bottom at that.

If felt strange admitting that to myself. Had the device changed me that much or was this just a secret I had kept hidden from myself all these years? It might explain how our sex life had gotten so cold through the years. Maybe part of Susan knew.

One thing hadn't changed, though. I still loved Susan. She was my best friend and wife, and I hoped that wouldn't change. If George and Kitty had made it work for half a century, so could we...

I scanned into our beach house and stepped inside to find Susan, now in Mike's body, jerking off. She had her eyes closed and seemed completely oblivious to my presence. I watched quietly for several minutes, feeling a stirring in my own cock. Seeing such a beautiful man stroking such a beautiful cock was an amazing thing.