The Other Woman

DING-DONG!!

I suddenly woke to the sound of the doorbell.

Holy shit. I actually got some sleep.

What time was it anyways?

I grabbed my phone.

Okay... It seems that I actually slept the full four hours.

Goddamn. It had been a while since I slept that much in the middle of the day.

I guess... After all the stress of the last few weeks... And getting victories against two extremely tough opponents... My body felt like it could finally relax a bit.

But... Something was odd.

I was under my blanket. I remembered falling asleep on top of it.

Did Michelle... tuck me in?

I guess that's the only explanation.

That was... so unlike her.

There was a soft knock against the bedroom's doorframe.

And there she was.

I was still amazed what the app could do to a person. Even while I slept, it never stopped affecting the subjects I had fed into its machinations.

Michelle was practically drenched in sweat. Her formerly pale white body was in such a heated, rosy red glow, that a part of me was almost afraid to get close to her. Either her hot skin would burn me up... Or the warmth would be so intoxicating... I wouldn't be able to let go.

Probably the latter.

And her face... Between the short, shallow breaths that she was letting out... There was only emotion she was clearly trying to keep bottled up.

Unsatisfied, ****, animal lust.

And that was only the front. I'm sure that under that lovely, wifey dress her cunt was well and truly lubricated by all the domestic housework she had been doing for last four hours.

This was a brand new look for her. Not once during our marriage did she have this... let's say, "ready-for-anything" feeling about her.

Like all that evil bitchiness had somehow melted away while she scrubbed and toiled away, taking care of the household while her man slept. And her pussy was messaging her that... all of it just felt so... right...

I bet if I slipped my big cock in there right now, there wouldn't be any friction at all...

No, it would slide in like a-

"Um... I guess you're awake... Did you... Are you expecting anyone?", Michelle asked, interrupting my thought process.

Oh right, the doorbell. Who was...

Oh yeah.

I guess she was right on time.

"Yes I am. Why don't you let her in, babe?"

"...H-her?" she asked, as her face suddenly scrunched up.

In a cute way, it almost felt like she was jealous. But that would have required her to give a shit about me.

"Yes. Or am I going to have to do it myself?"

"B-but, I'm... I'm dressed like this, I didn't expect that anybody else would-"

"Fine. I guess I expected too much from you. I'll do it myself."

I got up from the bed, ready to brush past her, but she quickly stepped in front of me and gathered herself.

"Okay. Okay. Fine. I... I can... I can open it. I really don't want to, but... I guess, that's... that's the point. Maybe just... you know, just tell me who it is first?"

DING DONG!

The doorbell rang again.

I gave my ex-wife a silent, demanding stare.

She didn't have the willpower to disobey it for too long. Soon she sighed, turned around, and began nervously approaching the front door. (MICHELLE: +2SP) (+56SP)

Meanwhile, I took a moment to look around the place.

It was a lot less of a pig sty now. All the garbage was gone, nothing smelled too funky, and a few places even literally shined with cleanliness. The washing machine was running, and some of my laundry was already hanging in the bathroom. And it seemed like she had been right in the middle of washing the floor, before the doorbell rang.

Fuck, this was a lot of work in such a small amount of time. I didn't know she had this much talent for this. I'm sure she made Maddy clean their place while she went to work. I thought she would fumble over this the whole weekend, but... Fuck. I guess I should never underestimate the motivating power of a joyful pussy.

I had to make sure there was enough work for the whole weekend, though. And there were ways of making sure of that.

Michelle took a deep breath, and finally opened the door.

The sight in front of her was quite... unexpected.

I'm sure she didn't expect to see my editor standing there, wearing nothing but a trench coat and a collar.

"Hello, mas-" Gretch began, before realizing that the person in front of her wasn't her master.

She had her hands on the sides of her coat, looking like she was just about to rip it open and flash me the hot tits and pussy that I know was hiding underneath.

But she didn't plan on flashing Michelle.

She somehow managed to stop her planned motions, a second before it was too late. Instead, her hands now went the opposite way, and she closed the coat even tighter than it had been a moment ago.

Again with the trench coat, Gretch?

I guess they were a thing for her.

This time, though... There was a factor that made this particular move a bit more interesting. I had pushed her liberation-slider all the way down. So exposing her nude body to me in my apartment hallway would be deadly embarrassing for her. Not to even speak of traveling all the way down here, wearing only that. Avoiding people's stares, catcalls... And since she didn't have her car anymore... She had to take the bus, I bet.

And it looked like she was already feeling every inch of that embarrassment, because her body hue almost rivaled Michelle's. And after almost flashing the wrong the person... somehow the color on her face turned even more crimson.

All of which made me ponder... If this near-nudity was almost killing her already... Why on Earth did she choose that outfit? I definitely didn't order her to greet me in that.

But... Interestingly enough, there was another simple answer to that.

I had also leveled up her love, worship, and sexual attraction towards me. So even though she probably couldn't bear wearing that... She did it for me.

She was now probably so delirious from lust and love towards me... That she couldn't even allow herself to come here in anything less appetizing.

After all... This was the first time I made her sexual attraction and love towards me high at the same time. Previously she both hated and lusted after me. Now she just unequivocally wanted me. And would seemingly even cross her own fears to get to me.

But enough psycho-analyzing. A wonderful amount of awkwardness had just unfolded between the pair, and I planned on enjoying every bit of it.

I'm sure all of Michelle's own embarrassment about her ridiculous outfit disappeared like a puff of smoke once she saw Gretchen. The trench coat was a bit tacky, sure, but what about that kinky looking metal collar around her neck? And what about Gretchen's face? No other fashion editor on earth would be caught dead wearing all that.

Yeah, even I had to take a second glance.

She had applied so much make up on her face... She looked like a whore.

My formerly prudish, tightass editor was making herself look like a whore. For me.

Which was... Kinda fucking hot, actually.

She was really starting to understand what I wanted.

"Hey, wait... Are you... You're not Gretchen Rivers, are you?" Michelle turned back to me in confusion. "Jack, w-who is she?"

"She can answer you herself," I said, taking a step closer to the pair.

Gretchen's eyes lit up once she saw me appear from behind Michelle. It felt almost... Almost like I had suddenly turned into her favorite celebrity. Or something. There was definite awe about the way she now viewed me.

Like... previously, she had understood I'm her superior and I give the orders... But now... Now it felt like she didn't think we were on the same planet. Or the same species. Like it was the natural order for her to exist beneath me.

I know... There's only so much you can tell about the way somebody looks at you, and these were just my interpretations. But that look... It was something new. And it wasn't something you could fake.

After what felt like a small eternity... After Gretchen realized she had lost herself into my eyes for a few seconds, and that we were expecting her to say something, she hastily turned back to Michelle.

"Y-yes... It's... It's me... And you... You were... M...Michelle, right?"

Seems like Gretchen was finally understanding who was standing in front of her as well.

My ex-wife.

"Oh yeah, that's right. I believe you two met during the company Christmas party a few years ago. What a nice reunion," I smirked as I tenderly put my arm around Gretchen, pulling her inside the apartment and closing the door behind her.

The frown on Michelle's face kept getting bigger, while Gretchen appeared to lose herself into me. The love and adoration in her eyes was so visible, that even Michelle couldn't miss it. Gretchen was like a newborn, seeing her true world for the first time.

She slowly nuzzled her soft face against my shoulder.

"Yeah, but... Sorry, did you have some important work matters or something? Or why are you here, exactly?", Michelle said, really nastily emphasizing the word 'exactly'.

Could it be? Was Michelle actually jealous that I had finally found somebody new?

...The thought still sounded ridiculous to me. Perhaps all the horniness brought up by the cleaning work was already frying her brain.

I chuckled a bit. "No, we have a much deeper relationship than just 'work' these days, Michelle." I turned to Gretchen. She was so close to me our noses nearly touched. She twitched nervously. "Why don't you tell her how you feel about me, doll?"

Gretchen was clearly a bit shocked by the sudden question, and was soon just opening and closing her mouth multiple times, desperately trying to find the right words.

I took a firm grip of her delicate chin, and looked deep into her eyes.

"It's an order."

In my grip... Her nervousness began melting away. Her breathing turned normal, and soon she knew the words she had been searching for.

"I... I... I lov- I love you... M- Jack..."

I swear, for a moment, it almost felt like I was the center of her Universe. Like every single atom of her focus was directed straight into my eyes. Like everything else around me just blended into nothingness.

Fuck.

This was intense.

And I didn't even slide her sliders to full hundred. I couldn't even imagine what that would be like.

Her heart was beating so fast I could practically count the thumps just by touching her skin.

That beautiful moment was interrupted by a mean "hrumph"-sound that came out of my former wife.

"Really? Seriously? You two? Dating? Give me a..." Michelle shook her head in utter disbelief. "Her, Jack? The one that you couldn't stop complaining about,? The 'uptight bitch' that made your life Hell? ...Oh, right, sorry Gretchen, I'm sorry to use those words... but that is what he... he used to call you. Constantly."

Wow.

That was a sudden outburst of her usual nastiness. Just when I thought she was finally turning tamer. I guess the sight in front of her disgusted her so much that even the submission points couldn't help her keep it all in.

"I... know," Gretchen muttered suddenly, not even turning to look at Michelle.

Her eyes were just glued to me.

Like she was afraid I might disappear if she looked elsewhere.

Michelle on the other hand... she looked like she was ready to stomp her feet and chase Gretchen out of the house with a broom.

But I had other plans.

"And we're not dating, Michelle..."

While Gretchen kept her doe eyes on me, I artfully unbuckled her trench coat, letting her new, gorgeous tits come out for air.

She didn't even seem to notice that her lewd body was on display.

Yeah. I do have some fun plans for those funbags. And that wet, always accommodating, cunt.

It wasn't until she heard the soft whoomp of the coat hitting the floor, that she suddenly realized she was completely nude.

She saw Michelle's absolutely stunned, slack-jawed reaction, and quickly covered her snatch and her new, still growing e-cups with her hands.

"...she is my ****," I finished my sentence before either woman was able to even make a sound.