Not well

"She can't do this!" Tegan shouted as she paced back and forth in the living room.

"I'm sure there's a legal loopholes I haven't found yet, but for now, I have to play by her games," you frowned, tugging at the collar on your neck. You had explicit instructions to leave it on and not tamper with it.

"You can't be okay with this," Tegan stopped and looked at you.

"I'm not! But I can't do anything right now. Neither of us can. Fighting back is only going to get us in deeper trouble right now," you stood up and grabbed her hands. "I love you. Just you. Whatever she makes me do will never match the passion and love I have for you. I'm doing this because I have to; not because I want to. I want to be with you. That's why I married you."

Tegan brightened up for a moment until she heard the knock on the door. Aubrey was there. She'd told you she would swing by for dinner and 'lay out the law to your wife,' whatever that meant. As you opened the door, you saw her standing there with several bags of luggage. "Ah, pet. Shouldn't you greet your mistress with a kiss?" She teased. You rolled your eyes and brought your lips to hers. She tossed her arms around you and pulled you in for a deep kiss. She let her tongue completely dominate your mouth. You were only interrupted by Tegan clearing her throat behind you.

"Yes, yes. Quit watching and take my bags to our room." She said before resuming her kissing. Her hand has slipped forward as she rubbed you over your pants. "Such a good boy for me. Already hard..."

"Your room?" Tegan shot back.

"Of course, you dumb slut!" Aubrey shouted, pushing past you. "I will be staying with my pet in his lovely home in his lovely master bedroom. You will take the couch or the guest room; I really do not care. But you will be expected to take care of the chores including my bags." Aubrey stared Tegan down.

Whether by ignorance or adrenaline, Tegan thought she could still fight back. "Who do you—" SLAP

Aubrey's hand hung in the air. "I don't have time for your backtalk, slut. The maid should be seen, not heard. If I hear your voice again when I did not give you permission to talk, there will be consequences."

"But I—" SLAP Tears welled in Tegan's eyes as she looked to you for help. Aubrey pulled you by the collar to press against get body.

"My pet won't be helping you. He knows his place and I will show you yours after dinner." Aubrey scoffed, tugging you a long with her to the dining room.

Tegan was dumbfounded. She could hardly process this, but she felt like she didn't have a choice right now. She begrudgingly brought the bags into the master bedroom before coming back down to serve the food. You were already on your knees between her legs.

"Oh, don't mind us. Feel free to set the food on the table. My **** is just getting his appetizer," she giggled wickedly as Tegan hurried off to the kitchen.

The meal itself went well. Aubrey was being cutesy with you, feeding you bites of her food every now and then or praising you for being "such a good cook." Being called a "good boy" did something to you that you weren't ready to admit— especially not with Tegan around. But it seemed that Aubrey had other plans.

After dinner, she brought you two to the living room. She directed Tegan to stand next to her and then she began to strip. "Come now, darling. This will be fun."

Tegan immediately felt like hiding. She would have to be naked in front of this woman? Why?

As the two of them stood there naked with you on the couch, you couldn't help but get hard. "My little puppy is going to be the judge of this game. It's a little... Compare and Contrast. I'm going to ask him some questions and he's going to answer honestly. I'll know if he's lying; it's part of our job. If he ends up favoring you, then I'll leave you alone for the rest of the week. But if he ends up favoring me, you'll have to do whatever I say."

It wasn't the best deal, but Tegan was confident. She had the benefit of being your wife. You knew Tegan knew that, but you also knew that Aubrey was good at pulling out the truth. "First things first: Who has the better breasts?"

There was no contest, though you couldn't exactly say that. "Well, Tegan's are—"

Aubrey clicked her tongue. "I do not need an opening statement, pet. Me or her? Those are your choices."

You looked at Tegan, your eyes meeting. The confidence in her drained away as she saw the look in your eyes. "You do, Mistress."

"Of course I do," Aubrey responded. "Who has the better ass?"

"Again, you do, Mistress."

"Who do you think is smarter?"

You bit your tongue. "Please Mistress—"

"I will not correct you again, pet. You know the rules to this game." She gave you a stern look; it was one you saw her give in court often.

"I'm sorry, Mistress. You're right. I believe you are smarter, Mistress." You knew it was the answer she wanted, but you also knew it was true. It was just a statement of fact, really.

"Naturally. Who do you believe would be able to better take care of your... needs?" Aubrey gave you a wink and glanced down at your hard cock pressing against your pants fabric.

"Y-you, Mistress."

"Who has the better overall body?"

Tegan's eyes were closed. She couldn't take any more of this; she just wanted it to stop.

"You... Mistress Aubrey."

"Such a good pet. You told the truth for all of the answers! Now, based on what we just talked about: beauty and intelligence, and being the best one to take care of you... Were we in court, I believe that would be some strong evidence. That leads me towards one conclusion: who is the better woman? Me, a woman who is currently ruining your life? Or your sweet, innocent wife?"

She was just rubbing salt in the wound at this point. Still, you had to answer: "You, Mistress "

She walked up to you and reached down into your pants before grabbing your cock. "You've been a very good boy. I want to break in our new bed, pet." She tugged on your cock, sending small waves of pleasure throughout your body. "All you need to do now is say who the better woman is. It's so simple."

With one last look at Tegan, you turned back to Aubrey. You just wanted this to be over. "You, Aubrey. You're the better woman."

"Mmmm!" Aubrey did a small twirl and plucked the ring off of a tearful Tegan's finger. "You won't need this anymore. I'll be fulfilling his wifely duties and he will meet my needs like a good husband should."

Tegan sniffled, glaring at Aubrey through tears. "How long are you going to be here?"

"Oh, sweetie," Aubrey said, cupping Tegan's cheek. "You don't seem to get it: I'm replacing you. I already made my case for why I'm better and my husband agreed."

"He's not your husband!" Tegan shouted, stomping her feet.

"Oh, don't you worry your little head about that, you homewrecker. I'll have your pesky marriage taken care of so that John and I can finally get married like we should have been in the first place." She walked back over to you, still naked, and sat in your lap. "And he'll do whatever I say."

"Only because you're blackmailing us!" Tegan covered her chest with her arms; she was feeling self conscious as she looked at Aubrey sitting on you.

Aubrey caressed your cheek, "he'll fall in love with me soon enough. I know he will. We were meant to be." She kissed your cheek and hugged you tightly. "I love you." She whispered in your ear. "If you say it back, I have a very very nice reward for you."