The sound startled me as I hurdled into my chair. I didn't recline, instead I collapsed forward, my head in my hands and I wept. What should have been...one of the happiest days of my life had turned to shit. I loved my wife more than life, and I had just demonstrated I'd do anything for her. I hated sluts more to the marrow of my bones and my wife had become a slut.To understand how I feel about sluts, you need to understand my mother. If it weren't for the tragedy, I'd cry at just how Freudian. ? A tight knit black topwas tucked into her hot pants.? The topaccented her shapely breasts.? ?Well Patricia you have done a wonderful job turning your useless husband intoa real sissy boy.? You know a perm wouldmake this sissy look like a real bimbo and we can do it in the chair by thewindow after all it would be a shame not to show your slut off.? It was then I found myself on display in the shop windowwhile this gorgeous hairdresser completed my transformation into bimboslut.? Carol would. I gave her the same speech as with the first one, and like the first one, she sat silent for awhile. I could see her also mulling things over in her mind. Finally she looked at me and said, so you want to pay lots of money to a whore, to pretend to be a wife, doing whorish things. I grinned at her, that is exactly right She grinned back, and asked what was wanted of her.For the first time I was going to tell a woman what I wanted, all my needs and desires were about to be expressed in the open.. My cock was rock hard know so without warning I just rammed my cock straight up her wet cunt right to the hilt I got a deep a****l moan from my mom and expletives like you fucking bastard and yes fuck your mommy’s horny cunt she was no screaming into her orgasm I pulled my cock out of her and said right you are now going to get fucked up your tight ass there was plenty of juice on my cock and around her asshole so eased in and then it popped in and up to the hilt my mom was tight but she had.