You get wetter and hotter as Simone teases.

Simone's hand slides around your hip from behind and rests for a moment on your inner thigh. You cannot help but look down as you feel the warmth of her flesh on yours and marvel at the sensitivity of your synthetic body. Your slim and smooth legs are splayed wide apart with your hands resting lightly, palms up on your upper thighs, a submissive posture that brazenly displays your body. You notice the difference in skin shade between Simone's tanned hand and your own. It had barely registered before, but your skin tone is caramel brown, darkening to mahogany for both your nipples and labial lips. Simone's hand moves again and you both see and feel a fingertip gently trace the crease of your pussylips. The sensation is so delightfully exquisite that you want to shiver and buck your hips in response, but apart from your head and neck your body is immobile. Your only response available is a soft moaning sigh that you cannot contain.

"You see," Simone gloats quietly. "Trustcorp made billions with their synthetic companions, though most call them what they really are, fuckdolls. Always horny, always responsive and so easily made to cum."

You cannot deny the truth of Simone's words, even though you know that her touch is a deliberate humiliation and display of how powerless you are to resist her, you want her to continue. You let out a barely audible anguished sob as her finger leaves your labia. Simone drops to all fours and prowls around you like a cat before lowering her chest and head to the floor with her face turned to stare up at you with a sordid smirk. Your former wife shuffles her legs apart and exposes the glistening ruddy pink lips of her pussy to your gaze. Her mons is cleanly shaven without even the faintest trace of tanlines.

Bill rises from the bed, casting off the dressing gown as he does so. Still slowly pumping his thick hard cock in his fist he drops to his knees behind Simone between her spread legs and turns his head to ensure that you are watching with a gloating smile. Simone wriggles her perfect ass in invitation and thrusts her hips up higher. Releasing his cock he strikes down with his palm on the sun-bronzed orbs of Simone's buttocks. Simone yelps delightedly as half a dozen hard slaps resound like whip-cracks and her tanned flesh reddens beneath Bill's palm. You glance from Simone's glowing ass to her face and clearly see her pleasure and lust.

"Don't tease me, sweety, I want to feel you inside me," Simone begs. "Show our new pet how a real man fucks."

You can feel the heat and dampness growing in your loins as you watch your wife offer herself to Bill. Despite the distraction of your increasingly hot and wetly aroused sex you can see the dynamic between the two. Though on her knees beneath him and being spanked repeatedly it is Simone calling the shots and initiating every move. You wonder if Bill even realises that despite his apparent position of power Simone is manipulating and controlling him. Was this how the plot against you began, Simone seducing and snaring Bill into her scheme to steal your power, wealth and ultimately your life?