Return to Diego

I know I had been unfaithful myself, but seeing Susan in bed with Carla in our beach house was heartbreaking. Despite my new gay desires and all the years of unsatisfied sexual desires, I still loved her. She could have derailed my plan to run to Diego with just a few words...until now. At least I had taken my affair elsewhere.

With tears welling up in my eyes, I turned and fled silently from our room.

My phone was laying on the kitchen counter, along side Susan's earpiece for the device. I still had my own in my ear. I snatched them both up and left.

She liked being Mike so much that she couldn't keep it in her pants, then let her stay Mike. Maybe I'd send her back to her own body later. Maybe she'd rather be a man with a big black cock that the woman with a dried up pussy I was married to.

By the time I reached Diego's, tears were streaming down my face. When I knocked, he opened the door and immediately took me in his arms. He pulled me inside and closed the door behind us.