Her husband is waiting.

Elizabeth arrived back at her house to find Jeff reading something on his laptop in the bedroom. She'd spent all month in her bimbo-speak, and was finding it more difficult to turn it off once she got home. She set her bag down and walked over to him and leaned in for a welcome kiss.

Jeff kissed her back and cheekily said, "How was your day at work, Betty?"

Elizabeth shuddered at the name, but didn't correct him. "Like, it was a total downer. Ms H gave me like, a huge spanking for being late."

His eye brow lifted. "She did, did she? Well maybe I can make it all better." He stood up, grabbed her and kissed her harder. She could feel his cock, already hard, pressing up against her. She felt herself go weak and wet all at once, powerless to stop him at all.

They moved quickly over to the couch, where he bent her over for an inspection. "What have we here? Betty isn't wearing panties? Naughty little slut, she is. Was this how you were slutting up the office today?" He began rubbing at her clit just like her sister had done, eliciting a moan from Elizabeth as she struggled to hold herself upright.

"Is this an invitation? Do you want something, slut?" He positioned behind her. She could feel Jeff pushing her miniskirt up her stomach, her hair falling into her face. She felt the tip of his cock touch her pussy, and a tiny part of her knew inside that if he fucked her right now in her current state of mind, she was going to crack completely.

"Do you want this?" He asked, the implications heavy.

She hesitated the smallest fraction of a minute. "OMG, Please..."

Her husband plunged into her, and she saw stars as an orgasm ripped through her mind like a tornado, shattering the last bits of Elizabeth.

Betty cried out in lust and primal need as Jeff pounded her little whore pussy. She felt her legs give way as Jeff grabbed her hips and held her up by his arms. She needed this, she needed it so bad.

"You've been a gigantic slut, haven't you?" Jeff asked her as he fucked her.

She couldn't recall what 'gigantic' meant, but she didn't care right now. All that mattered was his cock.

"Oh baby, I'll be your little slut! Just fuck meeeeee!" she cried.

He kept pounding at her, waves of bliss and hormones washed through her mind.

"You stupid cunts just want to get fucked and used, huh?" Jeff grunted as his cock cleaved into her mind.

A small part of her mind cried out that something was really wrong. Why did it turn her on getting talked to like this? And why was he being so rough with her? Jeff was usually kind, gentle.

"You're just a good fuck aren't you? You've barely got any brains at all, you horny cum-dumpster."

Her mind screamed as another orgasm raged through her. Yes, she was just a dumb slut. A simple little bimbo made for fucking.

"Like, O-M-G Jeremy, fuck Betty! Oh Betty likes your dick, it makes me feel so fucking good!"

He didn't stop or even acknowledge she'd called him Jeremy. Betty could feel with each successive orgasm, more of the old Elizabeth Hastings McDaniels, wife and older sister to Megan Hastings, splash away into the ether. She wasn't pretending to be Betty the dumb secretary slut anymore, she'd have to pretend to be Elizabeth McDaniels.

She felt Jeff cum inside her cavity, his hot load painting the walls of her pink taco. He crawled off of her and slapped her still reddened ass playfully. She moaned in delight and pleasure. He cleaned himself off and got dressed, leaving her to recover on the bed.

A few minutes later and she was able to find the strength to get up. Betty removed her wrinkled clothes and showered. Once she was clean, she heard Jeff from the living room, "So Betty, you planning to crash here or do you have somewhere else to go?"

The high of their delicious fuck gone, her mind reeled. Why was Jeff asking her if she was sleeping here? They were married, she was sure of it. She shook her head to clear her mind, and walked into the living room with just a towel to cover her bolt on tits and cunt.

"Like, say what? Betty always sleeps here, duh." She stuttered. She hadn't meant to refer to herself as Betty. That was usually just for the office. "I mean, like, aren't Jake and Betty married and stuff?" her eyes went a little wide and she put a hand over her mouth. She couldn't speak normally.

Jeff seemed not to notice, and just repeated very slowly, "First, it's Jeff, not Jake. And we aren't married you dumb bitch. You're a great lay, but I need a little more than that in a wife."

Betty nodded, worried that she was going insane. She could remember wearing a wedding dress. Hadn't they really gotten married? Hadn't they been living together for years now? She remembered having sex with Jackson on her wedding night. It was great.

Thinking about fucking the guy in front of her made her thoughts drift to how delicious his cock felt inside her. She'd been standing in front of him for a few minutes now, her brow furrowed in silent thought. What had she been worried about again? Something to do with fucking in a wedding dress.

"Are you just going to stand there all day?" the guy sitting on the couch asked. "Why don't you get me a beer, slut."

Betty tried to concentrate. She had to ask him about something, she knew. What was it? She'd been thinking about a fucking or something. "Like, can Betty buy some new stuff?"

Jeff rolled his eyes, "Whatever, just get me a beer and you can get whatever you want."

Betty skipped to the kitchen, happy that Jason said she could get some new clothes. The ones she had were so boring, she was sure. Or maybe she should get something else, she wasn't sure. Her cunt tingled a bit, it always did when she was trying to think.