A New You (Alt)

I had planned on adding a few different paths that involve a cheating wife this is just the first jump off into that. There will be others, and branches that spring from this and other paths showing multiple variations. This is your warning. Please be aware that this includes cheating.

Things were amazing for the first few weeks. Anne was hyper attentive, loving, and doted on me hand and foot. She was perfect. But things began changing a bit. She stayed later and later at work, sometimes past when you were asleep. She was still hyper attentive when she was home but she was out with friends more often, and things began to become a rhythm.

Should have been more concerned but I was not. You were sure that my programming had been perfect and you were not worried, she was just going through a phase. Like most husbands you were fairly oblivious to what would have been obvious to most.

Then you came home from work early and all question in my mind was clearly changed. As you walked through the door the smell of sex was more apparent than the thwap thwap thwap of bodies smacking together or even the sound of Anne moaning like a dollar whore in an alley. You stood in the doorway completely shocked, then finally after you took a moment to regain your composure. You walked into the bedroom to find your lovely wife getting railed. That was the only way to describe it. Railed. She was underneath a man with the largest cock you had ever seen. Two to three times larger than yours at minimum. The guy was massive, could easily break you in half if he wanted to.

You simply sighed and said “Anne, it’s time for your friend to leave. Your wife and her friend immediately stopped and the man lumbered out of the room shoving clothes on as quickly as possible as he sprinted out of your apartment leaving you to stare at your clearly used wife. You began to notice the cum leaking out of both of her holes. The cum covering her face, neck, tits and lips.

“Baby, I didn’t expect you at home this early. How was your day?” You were broken out of your trance. “What the fuck do you mean how was my day!?” She flinched and backed away from you a bit. “You fucked how many people today you fucking whore!?” She grimaced and after a couple of seconds finally answered “Twelve. I started shortly after you left for work. I needed it baby, and you weren’t here. I took care of the problem. Plus, it isn’t like you can talk you made me this way!”

Your mouth dropped open in utter shock. She was right. You had made her this way, but before you even began to consider that you needed an answer to another question. “How many people have you fucked since your programming?” She let out a nervous giggle then said “How many should I fuck baby? It seems to get you hard.”