42 hours & 12 minutes

I'll never get tired of seeing Gretchen's ass. It was always fine, but the app somehow managed to make it even more pear-shaped and spankable.

And that tattoo... The one that always marked her as mine...

I had to give it a small, firm squeeze.

"Yeek!" Gretchen cutely screeched, but still kept her hands firmly over her naughty parts. Apparently she was more concerned about Michelle seeing her naked than my hand grinding and massaging her ass meat.

I'm pretty sure the normal Gretchen had gotten somewhat used to being my naked playdoll and not even being that shy about it anymore... But the slider, that one that adjusted her sexual liberation all the way down, made almost everything feel extra humiliating for her.

"What... in the name of holy fuck..." Michelle muttered to herself.

Well... At least she wasn't screaming. That could have been very annoying.

I only meant to give Gretchen's ass a rough once-over, but damn... It was just so springy, tight and warm... it just felt too fun to play around with. I was having problems letting it go.

"Yeah. She's my **** now," I said as I flicked Gretchen's metal collar. It made a nice, metallic ting. I'm sure it made the point clearer. "You have a problem with that, wifey?", I asked with a grin.

Michelle still didn't know how to react to all of this. She blinked several times, looked elsewhere, shook her head... She really had to take a moment to compose herself. Gretchen looked utterly humiliated, just staring at the floor in agony while I played with her ass like it was my own personal stresstoy.

...But was it... actually... agony?

Probably not. I could see a small trinkle of precum already flowing down her leg.

I guess with her sexual attraction towards me so high, even if she hated this mentally, her body couldn't get enough of my touch.

I really had no sure way to know what Michelle would do next. If I didn't have the app, I'm sure she would have A) slapped me into the next week, B) then leave this apartment and slam the door behind her. But things had changed.

How would she handle this in her current state?

Well... She did the last thing I would have ever expected.

She began smiling.

And even chuckled a bit.

"Oh God... I get it now. This... Jack, this is really pathetic. I mean... For God's sake. Why would you do this? Why would you hire a prostitute and make her look exactly like your boss?"

...

"...What?"

"Well, I mean, not exactly like her, this person clearly has some more... pornographic shapes than Gretchen ever did. I mean Jesus, look at those lips... and t-tits... But ugh... This is just so sad. Are you that **** to live your fantasies?"

...

Oh, right. Denial.

Couldn't blame her. I'm sure this was a lot to take in so fast.

"Hey Gretch. Did you bring your wallet?" I asked her, giving her buttcheek one really painful squeeze.

"Ngh... y-yess.. m-m-master..."

"Good. Give it to me."

Gretchen began crouching down towards the trench coat.

I gave her ass a quick, thunderous slap.

SLAP!!!

It was loud enough for even Michelle to twitch.

"OW!!! D-Did I do s-something wrong, m-master?!"

"Yes. Bend over at the waist, bitch."

Gretchen rubbed her ass a little, but then continued reaching towards the coat's pockets. This time... Not bending her knees, just her waist. Giving me a much nicer view of those A-grade buttocks, all primed up.

Michelle gave a very exasperated sigh, and rolled her eyes at me.

"Jack, seriously, what's the point of this show? Why is this prostitute here? If your were planning on fooling me, it didn't work. This is so sad. Did you expect me to be shocked or something? Did you-"

"Be quiet. And wait."

And, surprisingly...

That command was actually effective.

Michelle looked like she clearly wanted to say something more... But couldn't gather enough will to defy me. (MICHELLE: +2SP) (+58SP) Instead, she produced only a loud sigh.

Gretchen was having a hard time both reaching into the jacket's pockets with one hand, covering her pussy with the other and trying her best to hide her nipples from Michelle's view at the same time, while also bending over without bending her knees. It was quite a sight, but made the procedure take longer than it should have had.

Eventually, she succeeded.

She placed her wallet into my hand, I fished out her ID card...

And threw it at Michelle. She was a bit surprised, but managed to catch it successfully.

It was fun to watch Michelle's expression change several times while looking at the card.

And she really looked at the card all over. Desperately.

Either it was fake... Or this was really Gretchen Rivers.

I bet she was wondering would I actually go through the troubles of making a fake ID card? And for what? For some sad power game with her?

Enough with this. There was even an easier way to convince her.

"Hey Gretch, I remember Michelle mentioning that you two had a nice discussion during that Christmas party a few years ago, while I was somewhere else. What did you two talk about?"

"...um... um... I... We... talked about... How... This is one of the few industries where women are the ones calling the s-shot, which was great, and s-she was even jealous of me, and... t-that she was... well..."

Michelle expression seemed to turn increasingly hopeless with each word that came out of Gretchen's mouth.

"Well what? Spit it out, ****."

"...w-well, she was a b-bit drunk... but she said that... That if... If I wanted to fire you at some point a hire a more q-qualified woman to take your place... That it wouldn't b-bother her... B-because she was a month or two from b-breaking up w-with you anyway..."

...

Okay...

I didn't actually expect that.

A gloomy silence hit the room.

Michelle had to be certain now. This was the real fucking Gretchen Rivers in front of her.

Naked and wearing a collar.

And I...

Shit. The way Michelle treated me like dogshit during our marriage...

It all came back to me. Once again.

I turned to Gretchen.

"And how did you react when she told you that?"

"M-master, I-"

"Just answer the fucking question."

"W-we were both drunk, so... so... we laughed. Loudly. I-I'm so, so sorry master... please... I... I didn't mean to..." Gretchen whined, her words eventually turning too quiet to human ears to hear.

I stayed quiet.

I looked at Michelle.

The look I gave her was so mean... That she almost jumped.

But...

Fuck it. There was nothing really new here.

These women had treated me like a doormat for years. I knew that. This revelation changed nothing in that aspect.

But still...

I could feel my blood boiling again.

I grabbed Gretchen's collar. I did it so fast and so roughly that she almost lost her balance.

"Now tell me. When was the last time I fucked your slavecunt?"

I could hear Michelle's eyebrows raising so hard they hit the ceiling.

"ngh... m-master... it... it was... four... forty-two hours...-"

She swallowed whatever she was about to say next. I guess she realized how humiliating it was that she counted the hours.

But I still wanted to hear the rest.

"And?"

"nnn.... and t-twelve minutes.... ago... m-master..."

Just when you thought her face couldn't get any redder.

But it would. The most conservative part of her evening was almost over.

Michelle was saying nothing now. Just staring at us, mouth hanging open.

I wonder how it made her feel. Finding out I was such a goddamn stud in bed that the women counted the minutes since last I penetrated them? And not only that, but apparently it was so fucking good I had already turned this paragon of feminist pride into a sex ****?

I'm sure that thought must have ran through her mind. And that combined with the heat that her body was already in... I'm sure it had a nice cumulative effect on her brains.

I pulled on Gretchen's collar so hard, that she fell on the floor with all fours.

"Get into my bedroom, fuckmeat. I'm going to use you as a cum-toilet."

To emphasize the point, I gave her derriere a swift kick with the heel of my boot.

"Ow ow! ngh... yes, yes, master, I'm sorry master!"

After that, she basically speed-crawled towards my bedroom.

It was hard to believe that this squirming creature used to be a respectable human.

I'm sure the only thing running through her **** mind was the decent possibility that my cock would enter her warm caverns. And with that hope in mind, she would do anything to experience that... while trying her best to forget that she was slithering past my ex-wife, naked and humiliated.

Michelle just watched in stunned silence as Gretchen got on my bed.

Now she finally saw the tattoo as well.

And she stared at it quite intensely.

Either the tattoo was so mind-blowing for her, that she couldn't tear her eyes away... Or her lesbian eyes couldn't look away from the nearly perfect ass of my sex-****.

Probably a bit of both.

Gretchen quickly assumed the position on the bed. Her snatch and ass were pointing hungrily in my direction, ready to receive whatever I was about to put in there. She would remain in that position however long I wanted her to... Always hoping and dreaming that my pulsating cock would enter her.

And it would. I mean... That's why I called her over.

I couldn't go this long without fucking something.

I brushed past Michelle, careful to not let even one of my fingers touch her.

I mean... That's what she said she wanted, right?

"Y-you... You r-really expect me to... to just stay here?" She finally spoke up when I was almost in the bedroom. "W-while you f-fuck another woman? Are you... No! No I w-won't! This is too much! I'm supposed to play your w-wife, right? Than- Than how could I possibly accept that you are doing this? This is INSANE!"

I had waited for this reaction.

I slowly turned to her, smiling menacingly.

"That's funny, actually. Back when I used to play the perfect husband... do you remember what that part included?"

I approached her, ominously.

Michelle was a little bit frightened now, and took a step back.

"It included... Me, staying home... Doing housework... Being good... While you cheated on me. MULTIPLE times. With my best friend. And I always had a sneaking suspicion... It wasn't just her, right? There were others... right?"

Michelle backed up against the wall.

But...

She wasn't countering my claim.

With anything.

Fuck.

I knew it.

The cheating bitch.

My face was inches away from hers now.

"So... if you really expect me to absolve you of your sins... You are going to take this humiliation with pride. Just like I did. Be a good little wifey and do your wifey chores... while I cheat on you. Over and over again. And understand this..."

I leaned into her ear.

"This is just the tip of the iceberg. I'm going to humiliate the fuck out of you... all weekend long... wifey."

With that, I finally dislodged myself from her, and entered my bedroom.

Gretchen had trouble keeping herself together. I had never seen her this furiously anticipating my cock. Gripping my bedsheets like her life depended on it. And the closer I got to her, the more she twitched and panted like an animal in heat.

She was almost dry-humping the bed already.

This sex was going to be really, really loud.

I would make sure it was.

And all during it... I would think about how hot Michelle's skin glowed while I was near her... And the bewildered, **** look she gave when I closed the bedroom door.