Right after Lyle pulled out of Greggs smooth little butt, a door slammed upstairs.
Gregg recognized it as the bedroom door and knew that his wife must have heard or seen him having gay sex with his former body.
“Well, it sounds like you have some marital problems to work out,” said Lyle. I’m just gonna wash my cock off in your bathroom and Alex and I will be on our way.
“Yeah, I need to wash up too,” said Alex, who had masturbated to the sight of the two of them having sex.
Gregg looked distraught. He didn’t want to have to deal with the aftermath of his decision to have gay sex. He was simultaneously angry at his wife, because perhaps if she had accepted him in his new form he wouldn’t have had to seek pleasure elsewhere.