I stayed in the tub for another half an hour, thinking about how my life had changed in a matter of days. From a loyal, dedicated wife, I turned into a private slut of my stepson. From a sexually repressed middle-aged lady, I became a s*x-craved horny b***h. And except for the nagging guilt trip, I actually liked my new life. All of a sudden, everything was on the menu because it wasn't ME; I was manipulated by another brain and it was not under my control. In a bizarre way, this thought was freeing...
I dried up, put on my robe, and exited the bathroom. I smiled at Larry, kissed him, and went to the kitchen. Both men sat at the table. I was about to serve the meal and heard several sentences of their talk, "...she'll like it... the weather should be nice... 2-3 days is fine..."
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