Approaching the bed where her husband Mark (though now she was thinking of him as "Mary") still slept, June shucked off her pants and underwear, letting her strap-on dildo extend outward normally. She shook him, noticing that he was already dressed in a nightgown (Ty had swapped all of their clothing and made all the outfits tailored to fit each other's bodies, so now the nightgown, while belonging to June just minutes ago, fit Mary perfectly, as if it were made for him). "Wake up, babe," she said, her voice no different than normal, but now containing a dominant masculine way of speaking. "I want to fuck you."
Mark opened his eyes, was confused for a moment, then smiled, seeing his wife standing next to the bed, wearing a strap-on dildo. Thanks to previous commands given to him by Ty, Mark was immensely attracted to any woman wearing a strap-on dildo, so he was very attracted to his wife right now.
"Turn over, Mary," June growled.
Mary? His name was Mark, but he had to admit that he did like his wife calling him that, for some reason. He did as his wife commanded, then felt his nightgown being pulled up and his panties being yanked off. He barely had any time to ponder why he was wearing a nightgown and a pair of panties, though, before he felt the dildo plunging deep into his butt. First, he screamed out in pain, but then screamed out in pleasure. Anal sex was so hot! Did this mean that he was gay? Because he was enjoying anal sex so much? Though, he wasn't being fucked by a man. Instead it was his wife. Maybe he was bisexual instead? Well, who cared? Right now, he'd much rather focus on the pleasures of being fucked. He wished that they could do this all morning. But, of course, it was Sunday, and that meant they needed to go to church.