Things Will Never Be the Same with Dad 5: Summer

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"That was the whole frat party, my bitches."
The Florida sun, the sticky, sweet smell of cheap beer and suntan lotion, the endless bass thumping from every corner of the beach—it all felt like a fever dream now. My body, still pulsing with the last vestiges of energy from the past week, felt strangely familiar.

I ran my hand over my stomach, then up to my breasts, which were now undeniably ample, practically spilling out of my bikini. My appearance apparently made me a magnet for college students.

For now, I just had to get through summer vacations. I went there with Maddie's friends, hoping to calm my thoughts about my  relationship with Anthony. That I'd find, at most, a gentleman who would treat me like a delicate, beautiful flower. Ha!  What did that even mean anymore? Delicate flowers don't have group sex on motel floors. "Respect" was thrown out with the first slurred pick-up line, replaced by raw, unvarnished pleasure. And my Goddes it was pleasure.

My old life seemed so… subdued now. Sex with my ex-wife had been, in retrospect, largely superficial Sure, we tried experimenting, but my wife was reluctant despite her own experiments from the mistakes of youth, and tries with Anthony... well I lacked experience in my new body. Never again. Every touch, every thrust was a revelation. I learned more about orgasms in cew days than I had in years as a man. It was like living in black and white and suddenly stumbling upon a colorfull rave.

"OMG! Not bad, but what about Anthony!!!" It was Chloe, one of Maddie's friends. This was another new territories.  Before the change, my social life revolved around golf buddies and networking events amd others old geezer stuffs. Now I had a group of young women who wanted to talk about makeup, boy bands, and… well sex too, considering previous Maddie though that rather surprised for them in new Maddie, who had previously has been quiet and demure.

But these were my friends now.

"Easy, he's on a business trip to Europe, plus Sandra, his mother has my back, and I have complete faith in her on that," I replied, a little bold in my new assertiveness. Let the spilling begin. The "expertise" I'd acquired in Florida seemed like something to be at least discussed. Not just the physical acts, but the pure, unadulterated freedom of it all. It was intoxicating. And a little terrifying. But mostly intoxicating.