We'll see

Curtis felt renewed in his new body, but he still had to ask if he's ever not ready for sex when he wants to be. With that, he came twice in her pussy in the shower. He also asked, "every time I cum, do I cum less than enough to fill her up three times over?" and loved watching his white jizz drain out of Chelsea and down the drain. It was no real loss, because he could do it again in a heartbeat. After that he went on with his plan.

Curtis and Chelsea sat on the couch, sharing a blanket, and watched the evening news. He was dressed in a bathrobe, with a good portion of his masculine chest exposed. She wore a slightly sheer night dress, which Curtis understood was normal for her now, and that Jimmy used to complain about her wearing it around Curtis. She was in stiletto heels as well, which had become something she never quite felt comfortable without.

Bored with the news, Curtis kept changing the stories to become more and more salacious. The President was now involved in a scandal after it came out that the reason he kept going missing for days at a time was that his former dominatrix wife would tie him up and play with him all day. Apparently they couldn't reveal it on the news because it was too graphic, but Curtis knew that he dressed up in his daughter's clothes during these sessions.

Additionally, a sexy local news anchor (for a rival station, mind you) had been caught playing with herself under the desk. It had gone on for a while, because she was fucking her co-anchor and the owner of the station. She was only caught when she came on air. The model-beautiful anchors of the station they were watching seemed a little nervous revealing that story, probably because she had a toy in her that very moment, and he was thinking about how he was going to stick his dick up her ass while she ate out her wife, the busty weather lady, immediately after work. He made sure Chelsea was aware of the depravity, too.

Finally, they heard the sound of key in lock, and Chelsea knew what she had to do. She slipped under the blanket between Curtis' legs, parted his robe, and took his cock into her mouth again. When Jimmy came into the room, Curtis waved at him. "Hey, how was work? Did you get a chance to see if that one grad girl was going commando again?" he asked.

Jimmy looked around the room for his wife before saying, "not today," in a sotto voce. "She was there, and you should have seen the pants she was wearing." He came over for a fist bump, which Curtis returned.

"Nice. Come join me, take a load off. Are you hungry?" he said, to make sure his friend would do what he asked. Jimmy looked tired, but he was a social guy.

"Nah, I ate out," he said, plopping down on the couch.

Curtis snorted, "me too."

"What?"

"Nothing. We've had some wild news today. Looks like the Pope has a secret sex dungeon for hot nuns, and the weirdest part is that Catholics seem to be super into it. Did you see that coming?" The TV now displayed a nun looking like she should be playing one in a porno talking to a reporter, saying that no, this doesn't technically count as cheating on God because the Pope is His representative on Earth.

"Not in a million years. I'd love to see her OnlyFans."

"Look her up. If her Mother Superior was aware she was taking the Priestly Dick, would she be opposed her using something like that to fund the convent?" he asked. Below the blanket, Chelsea gagged, and he coughed to cover it up. Beside him, Jimmy was distracted by his phone, and Curtis put a foot under Chelsea's gown. He slid a toe between her pussy lips, back and forth, feeling his foot get wetter and wetter.

"Holy Fuck, you're right," Jimmy said, showing his friend the phone. There she was, out of her habit, posing for the camera nude, playing with herself. "Well I have to think a lot more people are about to subscribe. It would be nuts if the Pope got featured, too."

"No kidding," he made a mental note to look her up himself, before he dismissed the thought. He could go fuck her himself, if he really wanted to. Hell, he could become the Pope.

"Hey, where's Chelsea, by the way? Did she already go to bed?"