He's gone

You awake with your pussy sore and swollen, dried cum crusted in your pubes and on your thigh. You want to be disgusted, but you can't manage it. You just had sex with a man and you loved it. You wanted him to do it again.

You sit up and look around the room but he is gone. A dozen red roses rest at the foot of the bed along with a card you cannot read. You don't even recognize the language. You sniff the flowers and lay it all aside.

The urgency of your situation returns. As much as you enjoyed Raul's big cock, somewhere out there you had a wife and a cock of your own that you'd like to see again. At least you hoped so. Identy theft was a horrible crime, body theft was much much worse.

Was your middle aged, slightly over weight body out there with the owner of this magnificent body at the controls? Was she fucking your wife?

You laughed. Of course not. Nobody was fucking her. Her pussy had been sowed up tight for years. Maybe you werent in such a hurry to get back to her. You looked at yourself in the mirror and sighed.