Shower

Insteading of pushing right into round two, after a couple of minutes of making out, Diego broke off the kiss and showed me to the shower. He got the water going and helped me inside, the excused himself to take care of something.

For a moment I just stood under the warm water and let it run down my body. In that moment everything seemed to hit me all at once. Susan was cheating on me with a woman. I had cheated on her with a dude. As much as a small part of me wanted to argue it had been **** sex, another part of me knew I had been eyeballing Diego since we'd arrived. I had had sex with him because I wanted to.

What did this mean for my marriage? Was it over? Would we go back to being us? Could I even do that? After everything with the device, with the different bodies, and now with Diego, could I go back to her? Did I want to go back to her?

I slowly lathered up my naked body and began to wash as I continued to contemplate my own sexuality. I didn't remember ever feeling for Susan or any other woman what I felt for Diego. I couldn't say that I hadn't wanted any of the women I had been with, even my wife at some point, but I felt an almost animalistic lust for this young Latino boy I had never felt for anyone before.

Was I gay? Most of what I heard on television and read on the internet made it sound pretty easy to figure that part out, although it was supposed to be hard to come out. Reality was anything but simple. I still loved Susan and I wished I could go back to our beach house and make love to her, not Mike or anybody else, but her in her own body. I also wanted Diego to climb back in the shower, **** me against the wall and shove his cock back up my ass.

"Thats hot, daddy," Diego said.

I hadn't noticed him stick his head through the back of the shower curtain, or that I was slowly stroking my soap covered cock. Whether or not I ended up back in the room with my wife, I had a feeling the second part of my fantasy was going to come true first.

He climbed into the shower with me.