Yes...and No

You began to furiously finger yourself, as if your life depends on it. You seem to completely lose yourself to the new alien feelings of your clit. You lose count of how many times you are able to cum before climaxing. After an explosive orgasm, you fall on the floor with your back to the wall, basking in the afterglow. So much for not orgasming in this body, you joke to yourself.

After what seems like an hour, you manage to remove yourself from the floor and clean yourself up. After drying yourself off, you pick up your wife’s miniskirt and blouse, which fit you like a glove...except for the fact that your breasts were bigger than your wife’s. You are **** to leave a few of the buttons undone.

If you were going outside, you’d consider yourself to be slutty. But you are not. Since no one will see you, you will be fine. You leave without putting on your wife’s underwear, since you won’t need them. Her bra wouldn’t fit and her panties would end up being soaked anyway.

You admire yourself in the mirror once again. Almost instantaneously, your reaction goes from happiness to terror as you hear the front door open. “Dad? Are you still here? My friend wasn’t home so I came back here.”