The first few hours as Tamika are a blur. You make your way off the beach and find Tamika’s car. It’s pretty run down and there is a dildo sitting on the passenger seat. Your pussy twitches. You have never been this constantly horny. You almost cry again but steel yourself. You drive to Tamika’s apartment and clean up. Then you masturbate and clean up again. Then you fall into a deep sleep. The next morning you wake with resolve. You put on athletic clothes and go for a jog to clear your head, hoping the activity with make you less horny.
The activity doesn’t help very much, but you do manage to find a college aged guy jogging the same trail. You pinch his butt. He gets the hint. Twenty minutes later you’re cleaning up after having unprotected sex in the bushes. The guy had offered you his number but you’d declined.
With your brain working better you find a coffee shop and take a seat on the patio. You pick up the phone and place a call to Tammy. It goes to voicemail. You leave a message. “Thomas. The man you think is your wife is an imposter. Call me when you’re by yourself.” You leave Tamika’s number and continue with your day, making sure to find time to fuck and to masturbate. Tamika is a very attractive woman so it’s not hard to get periodic dick.
That evening your phone rings. You pick it up. It’s Tammy.
“Hello?,” she whispers. She sounds like she’s been crying. “Who is this.”
“It’s me. Abigail. Your wife.”
Tammy gasps. She stutters and then the floodgates open. “Oh thank god! Oh Abby. I’m sorry I was cheating on you. Oh my god the man I thought was you is cruel. I asked him when we were changing back and he said he’d never use the phone again. Oh Abby. This is such a mess I made by cheating on you. It’s my fault, right...”
You let her babble on for a while, feeling the pain in her voice. Finally, after she is finished you tell her your plan.