She decides what she turns into

You're not sure what you mean. And she can tell by the quizzical look on your face. "Your boss's wife. You said she was like a barbie bimbo slut, right?" You nod. "Well, there's lots of different ways one can be a slut. You want me to be a slut, right?" You can't believe she's asking this. And maybe you can't believe your answer is an unequivocal 'yes.' This is your life now. "Okay" she says, totally, unquestionably agreeable. "I'll let you know when I decide what kind of slut I want to be."

Seems reasonable enough to you, even if you don't fully understand it.

The next day seems normal enough. Until you come home from work and find Nicole sitting in front of the computer, her hand deep down in her pants, rubbing herself wildly, the sound of crazy rough porn coming from the speakers.

"What are you doing?" you ask.

"Research." She says, raising her glistening fingers to her lips and licking them.

"Didn't you work today?" You ask.

"I quit" She answers. "And I fucked my boss."

You're shocked. But you have to remind yourself that this is your normal now. You walk into the bedroom and see no fewer than 20 sex toys tossed onto the bed. You shout to your wife. "Did you buy all of these?"

She shouts back. "Not with money."

You shake your head. You remind yourself that this is what you've asked her to do.

And she comes sauntering into the bedroom, pulling her clothes off, smiling at you. She seems different. You know what it's like when your wife is horny. But this isn't that. This is something entirely new. "Want to fuck?" She asks.

You do.

She strips completely and climbs on the bed. Her mind may be different, but her body still looks the same. That is, until she gets on all four and you notice a tattoo on her right shoulder blade, which says. "SLUT"

"Fuck my ass." She says.

Way back when you started dating, when you were getting to know each other sexually, you asked Nicole how she felt about anal sex. "I think it's something for porn stars. I'd be okay if I never did it" She'd said. And you never brought it up since. Now, this.

"I thought you didn't want..." you start to say.

"Let me tell you something." Nicole smiles. "Porn stars aren't gonna have anything on me."

You climb on the bed behind her, pulling your quickly growing cock from your pants. It all happens so fast. It's all a blur. You spread her ass and spit on her asshole. And for the first time in your relationship you shove your cock inside it.

Nicole moans. You start to thrust. Your cock feels amazing in her tight ass.

"Tell me about your tattoo." You say,

"I want everyone to know that I'm a slut." She says in deep breaths. "Don't worry, I didn't pay for it with money either."

"Jesus," you say. "How many men have you fucked today?"

Nicole giggles. Your wife is not a giggler. This too is something new. "Not many, like, eleven." She answers. You just can't believe it. Two days ago it would have been unthinkable. Now she moves to her next thought as if it's no big deal. "But the tattoo isn't done. I need to add a word in front of it, when I decide what kind of slut I want to be."

"When will that be?" You ask as the flesh of her ass slaps against the flesh of your hips.

"Tomorrow." She pants. "I thought it would take a while to figure out. But it turns out I couldn't resist."

"Tell me" you say. "Tell me!" you demand