You wake up with a splitting headache and a rock hard erection. You reach down and grab it, momentarily confused. The events of the previous twelve hours come rolling back to you. You try to sit up but your head aches. You don’t usually drink that much and in your uninhibited and intoxicated state you’d really let loose.
You run a sentence on yourself. “This hungover muscle laden man could be a male model.” That’s right, you remember. At some point in the orgy you’d decided to go all male.
First things first. You need to clear your mind so you can think. You change “hungover” to “energetic.” The effect is instant. That’s a billion times better. You glance around your living room, scattered with all manner of sex toys, and sigh.
At some point you’d had the foresight to have your parents pick up your kids from school. So that was good. You definitely don’t want them seeing this. You look over at Consuela. She’s laying on her back, naked, with her large tits hanging to each side of her chest. She is snoring and her legs are spread, showing off her long penis and pink vagina.
Your eyes dart to Tammy, once your husband Thomas. She is passed out on the couch, looking no more than 20 years old. Her long black hair is spread under her head. Her olive skin is glistening in the morning sun. Her pregnant belly is heaving up and down. At some point you’d made her your perfect Asian wife and fucked her while she blew Consuela. The memory is exciting but also makes you feel guilty. But you’re still mad that Thomas had been cheating on you. Submissive Tammy would never do that. You stand and walk to the kitchen and ponder your next move.