I knew something had changed, some hurdle or decision made and a cold chill ran down my spin. When mother looked like that it normally meant something... drastic, some measure of determination that I knew not to cross.Stepping towards where I sat on the edge of the bed, mother reached out and rolled her hand through my hair gently, like a caress. "She must be good?" I could smell the scent of mother's personal soap drifting from beneath the terrycloth white bathrobe she had on. "And when she is. I tried to wash off the make up, just in case it was some sort of joke.It wasn't. I couldn't have felt any lower.As she was leaving for her office, she reminded me that my new uniformwould arrive that afternoon. I got on with my chores, but my heartwasn't in it. I had intended to make some dishes for the freezer thisweek, but I just sat in the kitchen staring at nothing until I was wokenfrom my unpleasant daydreams by the front door bell.I took in three clothes hangers and boxes and assumed. ." He blushed in embarrassmentat having said that to someone he knew was really his male friend Brad.Brad grinned proudly and spun around to show off his new body, no longerhaving any difficulty moving around in his stiletto boots. "Prettyfucking hot all right..."Brad looked Zeke over, delighted to see the expression of open lust thathis buddy had all over his face. It was then that Brad realized just howcute Zeke really was. Maybe he hadn't won the bet by paying for thedateafter all. Of. "She just climbed on top of me and locked me in there, bro," he said with a laugh. "Damn she cums hard, bro." This guy was really pissing me off. I wasn't his bro. He was an barely employed waiter and he was making my wife cum. He could go to hell. My wife turned around and started sucking this guy's dick without saying anything. I went inside her again and started fucking her. She was rocking back and forth and moaning. Really loving it. But I looked at this guy again, eyes closed, his hands.