Keeping a firm grip, he raised her arms above her head as he pushed her against the wall, inspecting her from head to toe. He loved the way the black ...lace of her bra edged the pink tank across her full, heaving cleavage; and his eyes trailed further downward to her skimpy denim shorts and shapely legs ending in a pair of simple white canvas shoes. Using his free hand, he held her hip and urged her to turn around and face the wall. She did so without objection, swaying her ass towards him a bit. Her hands moved all over young Ricky now -under his shirt – to feel his soft smooth chest and back – over his soft cheeks and through his hair. She was just a little surprised when he responded to her touch – kissing her back and moving his own hands to touch her breasts. After years of fantasy she had a perfect mate in her clutches and she could hardly control her excitement. She removed his t-shirt now and kissed him again… and then as if drawn by a magnet her right hand found his crotch and. It seemed they where trying to get me to admit I did not love Jim. I did, I honestly did love him; it was only the lack of sex that hurt me. I guess I was flat out of my mind by then. My knees started to hurt, so I got up and went back to the bed. I lay on my back, put my arm over my face and just cried.I said things that hurt my husband and he was made to sit and listen to it all. He was made to watch his whore of a wife. I had promised to love honor and cherish him, but what did I do? I. "Your bimbo!"His hand cracked down. My orgasm erupted. I was Frank's bimbo wife. I loved it. I loved being his. I couldn't wait to whip up my compound and improve him. I shuddered in delight as the pleasure rushed to my mind."Yes! Yes!" I screamed as I pictured our future. We would make women into beautiful bimbo's, and Frank would enjoy them. That would make him so happy. He deserved to be happy for what he invented. For what he did to me.Frank's hand gently squeezed my burning ass. I gasped.