Harry knelt between my thighs and parted my buttocks, he reached over and, with two fingers, scooped some of the lube from his butt crack and smeared ...it into mine mumbling 'waste not want not.' Harry's enormously huge cock head pressed against my neither hole as Harry pushed steadily into me. With a sudden pop, Harry's cock was s6 inches up my butt. I grunted in agony as Harry slid his massive Piece of man meat back and lunged deeper into me. With rhythmically timed strokes, Harry sunk his. Naturally, because of our own feelings on the matter, we tend to avoid making our men jealous once we’ve committed to them, because we, ourselves don’t want to feel as though we’re in constant competition with other, more attractive, sexier, younger, etc., women. Why would we do something to the man that we love that we, ourselves, would hate?For men, though, and especially those with Hotwife fantasies, jealousy is a big component and tool for us to keep our men hot and bothered. Sometimes just. With uncontrollable shakes and twitches, I saw what I could not believe. My formerly broad and hairy chest had shrunken and become entirely devoid of hair... My legs, equally hairy and masculine had taken on a feminine smoothness and become girlishly shapely. My body shook again, and I saw out of the corners of my frozen eyes that there was now long black hair surrounding my face and growing longer by the second. My chest, even smaller than when I had last looked at it was suddenly swelling. During the pounding my clit had come loose from the panties, I tucked them back in. The view down to see my bulge in panties while I rode Master was amazing,. I bounced on his cock, it felt so subservient to be the one doing all the work while Master lay on his back. "It feels so good to be your sissy Master, I love serving a real man, thank you, thank you". At this point I heard laughing outside the hotel door, I went silent immediately, whoever it was noticed the change in volume and went.