Alex the Cheater

In a way, Alex rationalized, he had done nothing wrong. In a way, it had been his wife, Tina, who had gone down on him in his bedroom. In a way.

He had fallen asleep after his orgasm, a mind-shattering experience, leaving every sexual encounter he'd had in his life paled in comparison. When he awoke, Tina was gone, but the smell of the pasta that Jeffery had been preparing was wafting into the room, making Alex's mouth water.

"Fifteen minutes until supper," Jeffery's sweet voice called up to him, "If you need to clean up, darling, we can wait!"

Pushing aside his ethical quandary, Alex climbed to his feet, eliciting a middle-aged grunt, grabbed a change of clothes, and crossed the hallway into the washroom. A shower would clear his head, help his figure things out. He laughed at the thought. How could anything help him figure things out. The whole universe seemed to be rewriting itself before his eyes. No amount of hot water and soap could change that.

It did, however, help him feel a bit better. Showering always did that. Alex's small washroom was one of the few downfalls of having such a small house, but it had never bothered their family. How much room did you need, anyway? There were only a few things to do in the room, so a small tub and shower, toilet, and a single sink sufficed. As the water ran down over Alex's head, he smiled, distracted by the changes he's been seeing, and counted his blessings. His home, his job, his family.

Although all three of those things were no longer what he expected. Again his mind went to the now younger Tina. Technically, was she still his wife? Sure, she didn't act like she was, nor did Jeffery, but she was still Tina, right? He wasn't cheating, was he?

A clean but confused Alex turned off the water and reached for his towel before sliding the shower curtain open. The room was full of steam. Again he had forgotten to turn the fan on, a bad habit he had adopted lately. He padded himself dry and stepped from the tub, reaching across the room to hit the fan's switch, only to discover that the wall was no longer there. He took another step, then another, then yet another. Finally he found the wall and felt for the switch. As the steam cleared, Alex found that his washroom was no longer his washroom! Instead of the tiny room he had know for so many years, it was a sprawling washroom, double sink, hot tub on one side of the room, walk-in rain shower on the other. This wasn't the washroom for the small house Tina owned, but the washroom of one of those ridiculous mansions on those silly television shows.

His clothes were still the same, so Alex dressed himself and left the room, shaking his head. How many more changes would he experience?

The dining room table was set for three when Alex stepped into the room. Tina had cleaned herself up as well; she was now dressed in jean shorts, a tank top, and pigtails. She smiled up at him adoringly as he walked up to the table, not the smile of a wife to a husband, but something else. It was and expression full of admiration and respect, as if she looked up to him, not as a partner, but as a leader, a mentor, a protector.

She patted the chair next to her, so Alex sat down. Maybe they would get a chance to talk. If Alex could speak to her for a few minutes without the intense sexual energy in the room, perhaps he could find out if there was anything of the old Tina in there.

That's when Jeffery walked in with the food. Alex couldn't believe how attractive his supervisor had become. Besides the moustache, Jeffery would have to skip fashion magazines and go straight for the porn section. The former hipster asshole now sported huge breasts, a round ass, amazing legs, and a face that Alex could get lost in.

Jeffery smiled.

It made Alex's heart skip a beat.

"I hope you like it, sweetie," Jeffery said, serving up a helping onto Alex's plate, then serving Tina, then himself.

It smelled amazing. It tasted even better. Alex's taste buds had never experienced euphoria before, but he was pretty sure this was it. He wanted more and more. Soon he found that he was shoveling it into his mouth like a hungry teenage boy. Before he knew it, he had almost finished his second plate. He looked around the table. Tina had only been nibbling on her food, while Jeffery had almost polished off a serving. Alex watched as the transformed manager lifted the napkin from his lap and dabbed his painted lips, cleaning it not only of the pasta sauce, but also of the hairy upper lip!

Jeffery had suddenly lost all semblance of his, er, her old life.

"Darling," Jeffery asked Alex, "Would you like some more?"

Alex mumbled through his full mouth that he didn't need another helping. She smiled at him, then he felt it. Under the table a stocking-clad foot began to run up his leg, rubbing his calf, his knee, his thigh. As he chewed the best pasta he had ever tasted, the foot rose and rose, rubbed and rubbed, until it reached his groin. Being a middle-aged man, and having just had an orgasm with Tina, the last thing Alex would have expected was to be able to become hard again. But hard he became.

Much to Jeffery's delight.

The dainty foot rubbed in earnest. Up and down, toes wrapping themselves around the shape of his stiff penis. All Alex wanted to do was put his head back and enjoy the feeling. This was the kind of thing that happened in adult films, not in real life. A part of him fought it, however. This was Jeffery, for God's sake! His boss! He couldn't enjoy a footjob from Jeffery!

Then again, technically, it seemed that Jeffery was no longer his boss. Technically, Alex figured that Jeffery was now his wife. So, he told himself, if Jeffery was his wife, and his wife was giving him a footjob at the table, it wasn't cheating.

Was it?