Marla Makes My Wife

"So?" I asked.

"They're kind of boring," she replied. "All the women have big tits, every cock is monstrous, all of them are obviously acting or drugged to the eyeballs, and none of it's spontaneous."

"I personally prefer the real thing," I told her, reaching down to cup her tittie.

She'd switched to a wife swapping site and asked what I thought about that. I wasn't thrilled and told her I felt it would probably do more harm to a relationship than not. She then typed in "Shemale" and, when the site came up said, "I don't understand how anyone would want to be anything other than what they are."

"Well, perhaps they feel that being that way is the way they should've been born."

She shook her head and muttered, "I'd love to talk to one."

I wasn't about to tell her about Marla but was trying to figure out how to accede to her wish. Anyhow, as she scrolled through the site, her nipple became erect and she spread her legs so I could lightly rub her clit. She then stood up and had me replace her in the seat, moving and lowering herself onto my cock.

As we copulated, I thought of Marla and what I might be like watching her and Lee get it on. "Nah! It'll never happen," I told myself.