A Busty Brunette

"Jack!" the busty, brunette woman smiles happily and shows her pronounced laugh lines and full cheeks.

The slightly confused man looks at the unknown female, who skips down the stairs joyfully. Her big, round boobs catch his eyes first. The plain, white spaghetti strap tank top fits tightly around her upper body and reveals the outline of her white brassiere. With each step down the stairs, the exposed bra-straps get slightly stretched under the weight of the heavy breasts before the tits bounce back, highlighting her ample cleavage.

Jack's gaze drifts deeper, from her slim waist to her hips and legs, which are hidden beneath comfortable, gray sweatpants. After reaching her dainty feet, he looks up into her face. She has a narrow chin, wide cheekbones, and a small, cute nose. The woman wears subtle makeup on her slightly tanned skin and her wide lips are painted with a light pink, glossy lipstick. Her smiling face is framed by straight, brunette hair, which reaches down to her breasts, swaying with each of her movements.

Maybe 35..., Jack guesses the busty woman's age as she quickly approaches him.

"Hubs!" the short brunette smiles and flings her arms around him, looking up at him with her dark brown eyes.

The very next moment, she raises herself on tiptoes, presses her slightly opened, soft lips on his unsuspecting mouth and tries to french kiss him.

"What...?" Jack pushes her away, "What are you doing? Where is my wife?"

The brunette looks at him, puzzled, before she suddenly giggles, "Oh, you wanna do the role play right now!"

"Well, then...," she thinks for a moment and continues with a Spanish accent, "Mr. Jack, please, can I get a pay raise? My son starts school soon and I can't afford to buy all that school supplies."

"A pay raise? What? Where is Cathy?" the thirtysomething man replies, his tone changing from confused to slightly annoyed.

"I want him to be better off than me when he's grown-up. Please, I'll do anything you want!" the busty woman begs and places her hands on his chest.

"Don't touch me!" he shoves her back and shouts, "Cathy?"

"Mrs. Cathy is at her book club," the brunette whispers and tentatively approaches him.

"She won't come home early," the short woman adds, putting her hand on his crotch.

"Stop it!" Jack shouts and rushes out of the house.

"Jack? What...?" the woman calls after him without pretending an accent anymore.

What kind of sick game is she playing? the upset man thinks and picks up his phone as he speeds through a yellow light.

Two missed calls and some text messages. Without slowing down, he opens the messages and reads them, barely watching the road.

 Wifey: didn't you like it? 5:57 PM
 Wifey: what did i do wrong? 5:58 PM
 Wifey: hubs! please! 6:00 PM

He shakes his head and ignores all messages she sends him afterward.

"Where is she?" Jack shouts as Cathy's chubby sister opens the door.

Without waiting for an answer, he pushes her aside and forces his way in.

"Cathy!!!" the angry man yells and rushes through the short hallway.

"What...? Who...?" his sister-in-law is thunderstruck before she screeches, "Get out of my house!"

Jack enters the open plan living room and stops dead in his tracks. Everything looks different than he remembers. The couch, the TV, the table, and even the kitchen. Simply everything.

They can't have done this in just a single day! he thinks bewildered and suddenly turns around.

"What is going on here?" Jack wants to know and looks at the chubby blonde who starts typing on her phone with quivering fingers.

"Is it her?" he wrenches the phone from her fingers.

"What...?" the man is quite shocked because he expected a chatting app but sees a dial keypad with the numbers 9-1-1 instead.

"Why would you want to call the police?" he snaps at her and quickly deletes the number.

"Please! Please don't hurt me!" the chubby girl whimpers and moves back slowly.

"Why would I?" Jack replies uncomprehendingly, "I just want to know where Cathy is!"

"I don't know any Cathy...," the freaked out woman snivels.

"Cathy...! My wife...! Your sister!" the annoyed man speaks out the obvious.

"I don't have a sister!" the blonde replies sheepishly.

"Are you crazy? You're my sister-in-law! I have a photo of you with my wife!" Jack snorts and pulls out his wallet.

That's impossible! he thinks as the photo doesn't show Cathy and her sister but the short, busty brunette who welcomed him at home.

But so much effort to tempt me into committing adultery? the man gets pretty skeptical.