"Welcome home, mi amor!" shouted the Latino man in the kitchen. Jackie did a double take. This had to be her wife, Carla, transformed into a man.
"Hello," Jackie replied, taking off her high heels and plopping herself on the couch. Her husband walked over to her and kissed her forehead.
"My lovely lawyer wife," he cooed. Well, his personality hadn't changed. Carla had always been cloyingly sweet and affectionate. "Just today, my mother was telling me, 'Carlos, you are the luckiest man in the world. You open the most popular bakery in town and marry a high-level beautiful lawyer.' Of course, I tell her, she's right. I am the luckiest man in the world."
"I'm the luckiest woman in the world to have you," Jackie said, trying to act normal to Carlos. Though she did choke on the word "woman". Carlos kissed her again and sat next to her on the couch. He began to stroke her hair. Then, his hands moved south, towards her ample chest.
But Jackie was distracted. First, apparently Carlos was more motivated than Carla. Carla wanted to start a bakery, but never got around to it, too busy as a housewife. Second, was she still straight? She had a husband instead of a wife, which suggested she was, but at the same time, the thought of her orgy at the office with the sluts...
The memory of the orgy, combined with Carlos's caressing of her breasts, suddenly turned her on. She moaned slightly at the surge of horniness she felt. Carlos chuckled.
"I know that sound well. My love, shall we retire to the bedroom to enjoy ourselves before dinner?" he asked.
Jackie's eyes widened. Sex with a man. That was both terrifying and thrilling to her. Carlos moved his hand, creeping up her skirt and stroking her underwear. She arched her back, moaning again in desire. She had to make a decision. Now.