Matthew slipped into the house and quietly worked his way to the bedroom and paused for a moment to look at his reflection in the mirror. A conservative green blouse and matching pencil skirt didn't exactly scream "fuck me now" but that was just what Andrea had been wearing all the time to work. When they had woken up, they agreed to dress as how the other would normally, not to draw attention to the differences going on between them, but that was outside the place. He couldn't put his finger on it but Matthew's body was screaming for him to go.

Within moments, he had kicked the skirt off to the side and slipped out of the blouse, dropped the panties and bra, and stood there in front of the mirror, completely nude, and he smiled at what he saw. Andrea's body, though having given birth to three kids, was still very limber and the pooch on her stomach was small, barely noticeable. Matthew spun around and held his hands on the bouncing globes of flesh that hung from his chest. They had the slightest sag but instead of looking bad, they only added to the tear-drop effect that made them even more supple and begging to be touched. For fun, he tweaked the erect nipple in his hand and a moan escaped from his lips. He was so ready.