" I said pulling out two glasses from the counter and sliding then to him. He filled them up and we chugged them down. We did 3 rounds back to back be...ore breaking to sit around the small table i had in the room. "So what did you think of that. Bullshit today?" He asked "it was the normal physc up garbage. Dude that was presenting looked like he was a fucking coke head. Could not get past that no matter what he said" i commented starting to feel rather better. So during our rants of how stupid. You always will be my husband, but Donald will be my Dom.” “And that means what, exactly?” “It means that Don will be an important stabilizing influence in my life. He will make all major decisions for me and he will love and look out for me.” “Isn’t that what a husband does?” “Well, yes in a traditional marriage, that’s what a husband does. Ours is not a traditional marriage.” “Well, until now it has been a traditional marriage. I am your husband and I have made the major decisions and. This went on for the rest of the week, trying all her different lingerie, wondering how she looked in them and how it would be to fuck my mom. The weekend was a bummer because my parents were home.Sunday night, my mom said that she had Monday and Tuesday off, my heart sank and I looked disappointed.My mom asked me why I looked disappointed, wasn’t I happy that she would be home to take care of me, she said with a smile.I smiled meekly back and said yes that it would be great.Monday morning, I. I got as far as Ron’s window, glanced out, and saw Abram Goldberg on his back with his head between his wife’s legs. He had his hands clamped on her ass as she sat on his face.“Got two in the eighth row for Saturday at 8:00, five seats left of center. Should I book them? $108.00 for the two.”I was staring out the window and only half-listening to what Ron was saying, “Yeah, sure, whatever you think.”Ron raised his voice a few decibels, “MOM.”I looked over at Ron, “What?”“Eighth row, five seats.