A really bad misunderstanding

Based on the timing of when Jennifer ordered the uniform, you expected it to arrive on Monday. So when you were driving home Monday after work, you were expecting it to be there.

Not only wasn't the package there, but Jennifer wasn't there either. Usually she was home long before you. So you waited. You waited a long time since, with your encouragement, Marcus had been working more and more overtime. When he finally got home you said, "Hey, buddy. By the way, Jennifer isn't home yet."

"Oh, yeah, I know," said Marcus. She called me at work and told me all about it. She got a promotion! Unfortunately, it means she's going to be working some crazy hours for awhile."

For the rest of the week, you barely saw Jennifer at all. She was asleep when you woke up, and she got home after you went to bed. She was still keeping the house super clean during the day, even making some great meals for you to warm up. You just didn't see her at all.

This felt weird, so you called her work. They told you that she didn't work there anymore! She wasn't fired, she just wasn't coming in and nobody knew why. You thought about telling Marcus, but if this was somehow related to your mind control changes, that could lead to trouble. So you just waited.

You woke up early on Saturday, glad to finally have a chance to talk to her and figure out what was happening. Hopefully you could catch her during her usual morning cleaning before Marcus woke up. You waited on the couch.

When Jennifer came out, your jaw dropped. She was wearing the French Maid uniform of your dreams. Tight where it should be tight, skimpy where it should be skimpy, and showing off more cleavage than you'd ever seen in your dreams. You couldn't say a word as she closed the bedroom door quietly to avoid waking her husband.

"Oh, hi Dustin," she said when she turned and saw you. "I haven't seen you all week! Sorry I can't talk, I have to go to work."

"In that?!"

"Yeah, it's part of my job now. Okay, see you later!" She left before you could think to order her to stop.

You went outside, but she was already in her car. So you got in yours and followed her. She drove for awhile before getting into the nicer part of town. It was a little nicer, but not like a rich section. She parked her car on the street and headed to a modest house. She entered without knocking.

You found a place to park down the street and went back to the house. It just looked like a normal house. Slightly better than the apartment that Marcus and Jennifer had, but nothing too fancy. You walked up to the front and looked through the window, but didn't see anything. Then you walked around to the back and peaked in a window.

What you saw made your cock instandly hard. Jennifer was on top of some guy, riding him as hard as she could. She still had on the uniform, and her huge breasts were bouncing wildly. It was amazing.

After staring for a minute, you looked down at the guy lying under her on the couch. He was a pretty mediocre looking guy. Balding, several years older than Jennifer, he wasn't anything special. Why was she fucking him after all the work you put in?

Jennifer came, which was obvious from the scream so loud you could hear it through the window. The guy came too, judging by the strained but extremely happy look on his face. She got off him, and he said something. She ran off as he sat up on the couch, then she brought him a fancy drink in a fancy glass.

You tried to figure out how this had happened. Had she always been doing this? No, this was related to the strange behavior of the last week. She'd stopped going into work at the veterinary office where she was an assistant. The receptionist you'd called didn't know why. What was the name of the vet? Aaronson? Anders? You'd forgotten since you'd called them. You went around front and looked around to make sure nobody was looking at you, then opened his mailbox and checked the letters for him.

Acox. Dr. Acox. She was living out the fantasy you'd planted in her head with her actual boss.