The desire does, but not the memory

Emma snuggled with Jasmine. They kissed and fondled for a couple minutes.

"We better get back out there before anyone suspects," sighed Jasmine.

Reluctantly, they separated as they dressed. Jasmine dressed as Emma returned to the chair.

Now when Jasmine bend over to wash Emma's hair, Tracy kissed Jasmine's tits. She rubbed her face in the cleavage. Emma could feel Tracy's pussy get wet again.

After collecting themselves, they returned to the salon. Jasmine performed a quick trim of Emma's hair.

Emma said it was perfect and left. When she paid Jasmine, Jasmine winked and gave her the money back.

"Come again anytime," Jasmine winked as she said it.

Emma drove home and phased out of Tracy's body.

Once again in her own body, memories of having sex with men returned. She remembered enjoying the sex with men. Cocks were no longer disgusting. She sighed in relief.

Emma staggered into bed comforted that she would still want to fuck her husband again. The idea of sucking his cock even titillated her a bit.

However, now she also had the memory of her lesbian encounters. She couldn't deny how much Jasmine made her cum and how much she loved it. She remembered how much she enjoyed kissing and fondling Jasmine. That titillated her too. The idea of sucking tits was as arousing as sucking cock. That memories were string and undeniable.

What confused her were the memories of eating out Jane and nibbling on her tits. She hadn't ever done that with her hair stylist. But now she recalled the kissing, the fondling, the wet pussies, the hard nipples, the sheer joy.

"I'm a bisexual," Emma said with joy and then fear. "What clothes do I wear now? Does my husband know?"