Stay with Aladdin

"So you were actually dominating your step-sisters and your step-mom the whole time?" Aladdin asked, his eyes wide. "The story has it all wrong?"

"That's right," replied Cinderella. "Those weak women broke as soon as I stood up to them, and from then on I ran the household."

Aladdin couldn't control a goofy smile that crept onto his face. "Is something wrong?" queried Cindy. "No, I'm sorry," he sheepishly answered. "It's just that I've always had this thing for, well, lesbians. Jasmine is so conservative that the one time I mentioned her and another women... Well let's just say I wasn't sleeping at the palace for a week!"

Cinderella laughed, both at the naive innocence of Aladdin and the germination of a plan in her mind. "Your wife is very attractive, Aladdin. VERY attractive." The Arabian prince couldn't help but notice the inflection she put on the word "very", and thought he understood what she was getting at.

"Oh my God, Cinderella, seeing you and Jasmine would be a fantasy come true. And don't get me wrong, you're absolutely beautiful and anyone, man or woman, would be crazy to turn you down. But I just don't think that Jasmine would go for it."

"You leave all that to me, Aladdin. By the time I'm done, Jasmine will be a horny little slut-whore, a nympho who can't get enough, the kinkier the better." Cinderella's confidence gave Aladdin a glimmer of hope (and a stirring in his loins), and watching the blonde get up and saunter away turned the stirring in his loins into a tent in his pants...