Morning wood

I woke the next morning, laying on my side facing the wall. Susan had her arm around me, and I felt something poking uncomfortably at my bare asshole. As I was trying to put the pieces together in my pre-dawn confusion, my wife moved and I felt the flexing of strange muscles in arms that were larger and much more manly than they were supposed to be.

Then our escapade from last night came back to me and I realized, I was still Tara and that was Bill laying behind trying to stick his hardon in my ass. But their was something strangely comforting in the way she held me, making me feel warm and safe.

"Morning, beautiful," Susan/Bill whispered in my ear.

"Morning, daddy," I said back and then wiggled my ass against her hard cock. She moaned softly. "Feels like you're happy to see me."

"Fuck, is this what its like to wake up as a man?" she asked.

"Most of the time."

"I feel like I'm gonna explode if I don't get off," Susan said.

"We can't have that, can we?" I asked, pressing my as against her cock, causing her to moan again. "For the record, this is usually where you tell me to 'quit' or to leave you alone."

"I'm so sorry," she said. "I seriously feel like my balls are going to burst. They hurt."

"Poor daddy," I said, wiggling my ass some more. "What would make you feel better?"