Rollback with consequences

Tom's fatigue vanished as if by magic. He rushed down, grabbed his wallet and grabbed a coin from it. He knew that formally she was not particularly needed for this, but for reliability ...

Stepping to the kitchen window overlooking the backyard, he ordered a rollback without memory ...

And with horror I saw how, after a fraction of a second of blur - both men continued to fuck his Alice!

Alice, with eyes full of pain and horror! Because her body and her memory were still on the couch, in front of the TV!

Fortunately, the transformation back did not go unnoticed by the neighbors either. They both recoiled in surprise, and the woman fell to her knees, gasping and coughing. Tom immediately ran out of the house, picked her up and, ignoring the frightened neighbors, took her inside.

Alice was shaking. Fortunately, they had sex in condoms, but in general the situation was terrible.

It took Tom a couple of minutes to pull himself together and **** himself to treat the situation like a normal IT-disaster, then he acted quickly and decisively. Still disoriented, going crazy, Alice, he grabbed by the hand and sat her on the sofa, turned on the TV, after which, through his dry throat, again exhaled the rollback command without memory.

A light blur before his eyes and Alice was already calm and relaxed in front of him.

"I have a feeling that I have some kind of memory lapse ... That's what TV was staring at!" she smiled at him.

"Yes, I, too, somehow missed the time" - Tom replied, still analyzing the situation. Looks like there were gaps in his plan for the perfect backup.

At that moment there was a persistent knock on the door. Alice started to open the door, but Tom waved her hand

"This is Anderson. I owe him a box of Budweiser. I'll figure it out."

"Forever, these are your male jokes!" - playfully puffed out her lips Alice and returned to watching TV.

Tom flew out into the street and buried himself in a frightened and worried John:

"Man! Is Alice all right?! What was that?! Do you need some help?! Just tell me! We will move mountains for you and Alice!" - anxiety and surprisingly brotherly love shown by a neighbor, with whom in the previous version of reality they only greeted completely devastated all the stocks of Tom's anger. Ultimately, he should only be angry with himself. But Tom's curiosity played out beyond measure.

"She's all right, she's coming to her senses now. Wait, I'll take my jacket, wallet and let's go to the pub, to Mike. Let's have a drink and discuss what happened, okay?

"Yes... But is you sure everything is ok with she?"

"You don't believe me? Look out the window," Tom waved his hand at the kitchen window. Alice just at that moment turned to them and waved her hand. Fortunately, the twilight in the house hid all the changes in her appearance, so John calmed down and rushed for a jacket.

Tom ran home, grabbed his jacket, kissed Alice gently, trying not to think that she had just done it ...

although not with this, but with a completely different mouth.

Fifteen minutes later, he and John and Rick were sitting in a bar with large beer mugs.

"So guys, to understand what just happened - I want to hear your story from the very beginning: what even led to what you were doing in our backyard?" - Tom turned on all his diplomatic skills and got ready to spin the story...

...After a few liters of beer and about two hours, Tom returned home in a state of .... No, not drunk. Rather shock and misunderstanding what to do next:

By careful questions (more and more direct as he soldered the neighbors), he was able to reveal the full picture of what his desire had done. And it was, as the Russians say pizdetz

Now their entire suburban, if not the entire city, knew his wife as a lustful nymphomaniac who either fucked him half to **** or, out of love for her husband, fucked left and right with everyone around. Surprisingly, this did not cause any contempt among the neighbors. Rather, understanding. As Tom understood - after several epizdorov, when Alice almost literally went crazy with desire in front of their windows. In general, in the end, it became the norm to fuck her to satisfaction, if it was clear that Tom himself could no longer cope. At the same time, Alice the slut was loved. Not as a woman - surprisingly, the neighbors even perceived sex with her not as pure pleasure, but rather as a pleasant medical procedure like a massage. As a person, because when she was "let go" - according to John, she turned into the sweetest woman in the whole area, a caring mother and the friendliest neighbor. The fact that at the same time she was completely devoid of shame and knew in every detail the member of every male neighbor capable of satisfying her only added to the spice.

In general, there was a nuance in the rollback. He only backed up Alice herself. And it was necessary, it seems, backup the whole reality.

It gave a lot of food for thought. As well as how Alice will now live in this community. Especially considering how much she looks different from the one her neighbors are used to seeing.

However, already half walking to the house, he found two solutions.

One of them meant "full reset". The wording was simple: "I wish that my wife and all the reality associated with her, with the exception of me and my memory, returned to the state a second before I used the coin for the first time."

The second option was more difficult: Alice could be given the appearance of Alice the Whore, but slightly tweak her personality (towards greater restraint and fidelity) and memory. And then smoothly convince the neighbors that Alice was healed. This option was harder, but more fun.

However, Tom pulled himself up: this option meant playing with the personality and life of Alice, and, above all, with her honor and reputation ... Could he go for it?