Return home to your loving wife

You look left and right across the busy New York street. Where to next? Usually, you would spend Saturday evening working an odd job or doing some contractor service - anything to make an extra dollar - but you find yourself unwilling today. Life is looking up, thanks to the app, and you want to enjoy it. You ponder your options - Karina is with Mia, Ana is working, Donna is not really that close to you (yet)... Nadia.

You open your phone and bring up the Affection Multiplier, enter the Relationships menu and click on Nadia's orb.

Nadia: Affection: -35 (0). Love: -28 (0). Lust: 0 (0)

She still detests you, and that needs to change. You have the power of a god on your side - surely you can overcome whatever negative feelings she has towards you? Determined to see it through, you set off towards home and soon find yourself at your front door once again. You take a deep breath, your heart beating in your chest at the brawl you know is coming soon, and open the door.

The lights are off in the hallway, which is odd. Nadia always leaves the lights on. You creep into the kitchen; it is dark as well. Concern blossoms within you, and you worry something may have happened. Maybe there were cameras this afternoon, and the police already found you. Maybe they arrested Nadia, and they are waiting to take you next. You walk out of the kitchen and head upstairs, passing Karina's room and approaching your bedroom. The door is closed, but you see a box of pale orange light lining the door frame and your concern fades away; she must be inside.

Your hand grasps the worn brass doorknob, ready to open it, but you pause. The lights being off is still odd. What is she doing? Instead of opening the door, you lean in and press your ear to the hollow door. To your surprise, you hear a faint whimper. And a moan. And another. Barely audible, but present. Your vision narrows and your heart races as you realize what is happening. She is cheating on you. Two decades of marriage, countless hours of work, and she hates you. She hates you because she loves someone else.

Without thinking, your hand darts back to the door and you jerk it open, expecting to see your wife getting railed by a stranger. What you find instead makes you pause. Nadia is on your bed, certainly getting railed, but by none other than herself. She is on her knees, face down on her pillow with her old cotton nightgown on, pooled at her waist. Her dark hair is splayed around her in a torrent. One hand rubs her hard clit with prejudice, while the other pistons a large glass dildo in and out of her glistening pussy at a furious speed. Her juices coat her legs and the old comforter beneath her, a sign of her desire. Her hips roll and buck in the air, as her moans reach your ears - louder now, without the door between you. As the door slams into the door guard with an audible zing, her body shakes violently, and her eyes meet yours as her head jerks around in surprise. Her orgasm consumes her, too late to be stopped, and she screams in pleasure as your eyes meet, and her sopping cunt jettisons juices across the comforter, squirting onto the floor and forming a pool beneath her as she stills.

She sits immobile, her face the reddest you had ever seen it, and you understand you have invaded something private. Wife or not, she has a right to privacy.

"I'll be downstairs, Nadia. Sorry for interrupting you. I didn't mean to intrude on your privacy."

Her eyes break away from yours, perhaps in anger, perhaps in shame, as you leave the room and gently close the door behind you. You adjust the tent in your shorts as you walk downstairs and take a seat on the crusty leather couch within your living room. You let out a heartfelt sigh - despite not having touched Nadia in so long, you still feel extremely attracted to her. She is a beautiful woman, after all. If only she felt the same way about you. You adjust your pants again - the tight jeans are taut across your erection, which is unwilling to go away after the seductive sight it had so recently seen.

You hear footsteps overhead, and your phone vibrates in your pocket.

Nadia: Affection: -34 (+1). Love: -28 (0). Lust: 0 (0)

A positive change on Nadia, finally! Did she like being caught? Or perhaps it was your respectful departure. You know there is no way to tell, so you set the curious thoughts aside. You see another notification, a text message from Karina, so you click on it with an internal shrug.

Another picture, not unlike the one she sent you earlier from the library, but entirely different at heart - the kind of change in intent that pushes your stomach to the soles of your feet, forces your vision into a murky tunnel, and creaks your cock against the tired zipper that contains it. It shows Karina and Mia again, side by side and smiling in a bedroom, likely Mia's, only visible from the waist up, their hair still in their customary ponytails; Karina's blond curls contrasting sharply against the smooth brunette tones of Mia's waves. That is where the similarities stop, however. Your daughter and her best friend smile at you, wearing only their bras, both enticing and alluring in their own way. Karina wears a lacy red bra, most of the cup see-through via the lace, that barely contains and covers her firm and glowing breasts. Mia sits beside her, wearing a simple black bra, her smaller breasts pressing firmly against the cups, which cut into her skin and push her bust together in an attempt to make it look bigger. They are both beautiful, impossibly so.

Karina: Mia says hey back. Ha! She didn't know this picture was for you, BTW. Our secret ;)

You drink in the vision, as your head pounds in desire.

Lev: Wow, if I thought you were two beautiful ladies before, I think it doubly now. I am a lucky man.

Karina: I told Mia you said she's beautiful. She's blushing. Talk to you tomorrow. Night, daddy!

The chat bubbles disappear, and two app updates fill your screen.

Karina: Affection: 36 (+2). Love: 58 (+0). Lust: 42 (+1).

Mia: Affection: 8 (+2). Love: 2 (+1). Lust: 4 (+4).

You hear footsteps behind you, and you rush to lock your phone, setting aside the updates for later.

"Lev, we need to talk."