Later that day, Gabe and Michael were rummaging around in the couple's tiny galley kitchen, as they planned to make some dinner after spending some hours exploring the city. Neither of them brought up the awkward experience from that morning.
Gabe stood on his toes, trying to reach a can of tomatoes from the top shelf, "Damn. I can't reach. Michael, can you grab that for me?"
"Hah!" Michael found Gabe's predicament rather amusing, "Anything for my beautiful wife."
"Oh, quit it, Michael," Gabe glared at his friend.
Michael made his way back to the other side of the kitchen, squeezing past Gabe in Mary's body, his groin rubbing up against her ass.
Gabe turned to glare at Michael.
"Hey, I just needed to get past you."
A thick and perplexing tension hung in the air between the two. Gabe tore his eyes away from the man and proceeded to open the can of tomatoes.
Michael's eyes darted back towards Mary and the wedding ring on her finger, "You look beautiful."
"Thanks," Gabe croaked, "I guess. I couldn't find anything else to put on."
"This is pretty strange, dude."
"At least you didn't have to be the wife."
"How does it feel? You know... To be a woman?"
Gabe poured the tomatoes into the pot, "Kinda strange. Kinda normal. It's hard to explain."
Michael hugged Gabe from behind, his arms nestling up against the underside of Mary's breasts, "You know, we are technically husband and wife. We don't have to be weird about it."
"Michael..." Gabe squirmed, "Please..."
"It sounded like you enjoyed yourself earlier ...when I touched you," Michael hands migrated to cup the woman's breasts.
Gabe spun around and pecked Mary's husband on the lips, "There. You happy now? Is that what you wanted?"
Satisfied, Michael grinned a toothy grin as he retreated to his station.
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