Sorting things out

When she was fully spent, Susan sat down on the corner of the bed, out of breath. She smiled at me for a moment, but then the smile faded. She stared at me for a minute with a curious look on her face, the grabbed my phone and switched herself back to her own body.

"Oh my god," she said.

"What?"

"You're gay," my wife said. "You couldn't get it up earlier because you aren't attracted to me any more, you like men."

I stared at her, unsure how to answer.

"Holy shit. I mean...have you been lying to me all of these years? Have you just been using me to cover up the fact that you like cock? Our whole relationship...has it been based on a lie?"

I had expected anger, but thats not what I heard. Susan was legitimately hurt.

"No, not at all," I said. "I love you, Susan. I always have and I always will. I had never even looked at another man that way until we started this experiment...at least not that I realized. I mean, I used to peak at the other guys in the locker room, but everybody does, right? I didnt get turned on, I was just curious. But that first time with Mike, I think I knew."

"You're in love with Mike?"

"Oh no, I love you," I said. "I don't love Mike that way or Diego...or anybody else."

"But what does it mean, John?" she asked. "Are we getting divorced? Do you want to leave me for another man?"

"I don't know what it means, except I still love you and I want to be your husband. I don't want a romantic relationship with anyone but you. This is all about sex, and luckily we can be whoever we want to be in the bedroom, right?"

"I suppose."

"You like being a man, so you can be the man in the bedroom," I said. "I can be whoever you want. I can be me...or I can even be Carla the receptionist."

Susan blushed. I took the phone and opened the app.