In the bedroom, she slipped into her clothing, a bra, skirt, and blouse. Slipping on a pair of low heels she looked at herself in the mirror, adjusted...her collar. She did not look like someone embarking on a late night trip to do laundry. She recalled the days long ago when going to the laundry meant an opportunity to dress down and be a slob.She loaded up the car and headed out.At the office, he sat and looked at the phone for a few minutes as he contemplated their phone call. He had been. She kissed me hard and deep. She said:“I want you to treat me like a slut! Fuck me any way you want! Fuck me like a dirty whore!”We got out of the shower, but I left the shower running so that it was like I was still in the shower. I put her against a wall and began sucking on her tits. Her nipples were huge and hard. She started moaning with pleasure. I moved my way down her wet body. Her pussy was wet and warm. I slide my fingers into it. It felt nice….and she moaned louder with pleasure. I. A few months later I spent the night at her house. During the night Iscreamed out loud because I saw a giant spider crawling around in my oldbedroom. I killed the spider and thought nothing more about it. However,the next day I found out that my mother had heard my scream so she askedme what I was screaming about. And she said, "You squealed as though youwere getting screwed by your new boyfriend." It took me about 5-10seconds to comprehend the utterly humiliating nature of the comment shehad. She had no idea of the toys that they had made besides the black rubber one she used with Toby. She looked at anal beads, doubled headed vibrators, videos and magazines about anything and everything.Fred leaned closer to her ear, “Are you sure you don’t want that dildo? I can lube it up and slowly slide into you.” He swallowed hard, “You may like it!”The hot wife grinned ear to ear, “That’s okay honey! I’ll stick to the real thing!” as she walked over to the counter and paid for the small.