Husbands (Fill in the blank!) Cheating Cross-dressing Chastis...d Cuckolded CastratedPART IIWhen I awoke the next morning it was as if I had awakened from a baddream. I was lying next to Charlie (now "Charlene") our backs turned toeach other. We were both wearing matching black nighties and despite thefact that we had become friends, it was very. Looking out the window and seeing no one staring through, she giggled, feeling a little foolish at her panic.Perhaps without even realizing it, her hand had fallen down to the area of her crotch and she touched her soft pussy lightly. She wasn't completely surprised to find that she was wet: although she couldn't remember the details, she had been vaguely aware that she'd been having a sex dream before she woke up. There was that, and the fact that something about the possibility of having been. "Suck him, Beth. Suck him good. Make him know what it is like to get ravished by that hungry mouth of yours."I was in heaven. The intensity of the feeling was almost more than I could bear. I was only dimly aware of my Mom's hot pussy sliding up and down my leg as she devoured my cock. Her talent was not to be denied and in only a few minutes I felt my balls swell up and the onset of another orgasm swept over me.I don't remember how many times I came that night. All I know is that I felt as if. 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 my life was becoming. My mother was a slut. She was probably certifiably mentally ill. She hadn't a clue who my father was, and never cared. Her idea of a good date was a gangbang. She was a Certified Public.