got so damn frustrated with him sometimes that she didn't think she could handle another day of it. She felt a little bit like crying, but she knew that if she did she would have to lie about the reason to Mark, and she didn't want to do that.
She couldn't really tell him the truth, now could she?
She squinted her eyes hard, and tried her absolute damnedest to let sleep come to her...
Next to her, Mark was having his fair share of troubling thoughts as well.
Mark thought of tits.
Lots and lots of tits.
So many tits it could make your head spin.
That's mostly what Mark thought about, in fact. He couldn't help it.
He just really, really loved tits.
And that, of course, was a problem.
Currently, he had joint ownership of a single pair of tits, and they were perfectly lovely tits. Juicy and firm and round, with pleasant little brown nubs for nipples, perfect for biting and suckling on and motorboating... And what's more, the tits were attached to one hell of an amazing woman, a woman who he felt completed him in some small way, or at least to the extent that one person could genuinely complete another person.
But there were still a hell of a lot of tits out there-
And Mark's penis knew this...
His mind kept telling him and telling him and telling him that Vera was the perfect woman for him, that he should be happy and overjoyed as fuck to have her in his life. But his penis just had to ask the question-
Are these really the only tits we want out of life?
The term devil's advocate could not possibly be applied to anything more aptly than the human penis, whose taste for sin and betrayal and depravity knows no bounds.
Mark's penis yanked him around like a divining rod, forcing him to consider possibilities he knows he damn well shouldn't have been, staring at titties and asses as though they hypnotized him, making him want more, more, more, more than what he knew he was entitled to-
And what's worse, his penis actually tricked him into considering the possibilities seriously. He thought how easy it would be, sneaking around, betraying Vera, without her ever really knowing about it. Getting lost, drowning in a sea of sexy female bodies, women of all stripe and shade piled on top of him, pleasuring him in a big fleshy heap, perhaps the one body ample enough to satiate his lust...
But he knew it was foolish of him. He knew it, he knew it, he knew it, he knew it.
He knew he would hate himself forever if he ever did anything to hurt Vera, the woman he loved, and he knew his life would be over if he ever left her. So he just lay there, suppressing his thoughts, squinting his eyes shut in desperate prayer that sleep may come, his erection from the cascading mental imagery of so many titties poking up through the sheets, announcing his true consciousness, and he prayed, too, that Vera was as asleep as she seemed to be, and not just pretending as he was.
And they lay there, each consumed in their own thoughts, slowly, very slowly, drifting off into sleep, each inwardly certain that it would take an alignment of Venus and Mars to get men and women to see things from one another's perspective-
And then, it happened.
Venus and Mars did align just as soon as the two of them nodded off to sleep, and the eclipse's rays came barreling into their bedroom window, penetrating through the glass and zapping their naked, sleeping bodies-
And something amazing happened.
Souls floated in and out of bodies, warping and dissolving and shimmying in and out of existence, and by the time they'd touched back down into their fleshy human vessels, things had become very, very complicated...
Two
Mark awoke with a start, to the feeling of a hot, moist cock being ground up and down between the warm cheeks of his ass.
“Hey! What the hell?!”
He flipped around wildly, snarling like an animal as he tried to locate the gay perverted intruder who'd tried to initiate butt sex with him while he was still conked out asleep.
And