Tara

We stripped down in the bedroom and then Susan took my phone.

"So, whose it gonna be, big boy?" she asked with an eager grin. "You have a surprising number of women in your contact list. Should I be worried."

"You know you are the only one for me," I said.

"And with this little toy, if there is anybody you have the hots for, we can bring them tonthe bedroom at the push of a button," Susan said. "No guilt. No fantasy to wild. So who do you want tonight?"

"Tara from next door."

"I knew you'd pick that little blonde slut," she said. "You think I haven't caught you watching her out tge window while you jerk off?"

She tapped and swipped through my phone for a moment, then looked up and smiled. We transformed a moment later, but not as expected. Suddenly I was Tara and Susan was Bill, Tara's father.

"How is that for a twist?" she asked with a giggle.

"What the hell, I thought it was my turn to be the guy," I said, surprised by the teenage voice that came out of my mouth.

Susan walked over and gently took me by the hands.

"Please baby, I really like having a cock," she begged. "I'll owe you one, I promise."

One of my weaknesses had always been an inability to tell my wife no. Although her puppy dog eyes and quivering lip looked a bit odd on the face of my neighbor Bill. While I was trying to decide, she leaned in and kissed be gently on the lips. I could feel a hard cock brush against my leg.