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As you exit Dr. Haskins' office, still flush from your illicit encounter, a hand suddenly grasps your wrist. You turn to see Jess, Dr. Haskins' cute 35-year-old femboy secretary, pressing a folded note into your palm.

'Vanessa,' they murmur urgently, their voice low and conspiratorial. 'I thought you should know... the complaint against you? It was lodged by your ex-husband's receptionist.'

Your eyes widen in shock as you unfold the note, scanning its contents. Sure enough, there in black and white, is the name of the woman who tore your marriage apart, now attempting to sabotage your career as well. Rage and humiliation war within you, your cheeks burning.

It sure the fuck was that 20 year old slut of a homewrecker now your ex-husband’s fiancé and the newer model of you apparently.

'How did you get this information?' you hiss, crumpling the note in your fist. Jess shrugs, a sly smile playing on their lips.

'I have my ways,' they say coyly. 'Let's just say I'm good at overhearing things. And Vanessa...'

They step closer, their body brushing yours, their voice dropping to a whisper. 'If you're looking for a way to get back at that home-wrecking bitch... I might have some ideas. Meet me later, and we can discuss it further.'

With a final wink, Jess sashays away, leaving you reeling from this bombshell revelation. Your mind races with possibilities, your blood simmering with a heady mix of anger and intrigue. One thing is for certain - this development changes everything.

You lean in close to Jess, your lips brushing their ear as you murmur, 'I think we can come to an arrangement, don't you? Meet me in my apartment in an hour, and I'll show you just how grateful I can be.'

Jess shivers, their breath catching at your seductive tone. 'I'll be there,' they promise, their voice husky with anticipation. 'And Vanessa? Wear something... accessible. I want to see those luscious curves of yours.'

You chuckle darkly, trailing a finger down Jess' chest. 'Oh, I'll give you a show, don't worry. One you won't soon forget.' With a final wink, you turn and saunter away, your hips swaying hypnotically.

As you make your way back to your apartment, your mind races with possibilities. Jess' information could be the key to taking down that home-wrecking bitch and getting your ****. And if it means engaging in a little quid pro quo with an attractive femboy? Well, that's just the cherry on top.

You slip into something more comfortable - a sheer teddy that leaves little to the imagination - and wait for Jess' arrival, your body thrumming with anticipation. This is going to be an interesting night, to say the least.

You lead Jess into your apartment, your sheer teddy clinging to your curves and leaving little to the imagination. Jess' eyes widen as they take in the sight of you, their breath catching in their throat.

'Fuck, Vanessa,' they murmur, their voice thick with lust. 'You look... incredible.'

You smirk, sauntering closer and pressing your body against theirs. 'You haven't seen anything yet,' you purr, trailing a finger down their chest. 'Strip, and get on the bed. I'm going to rock your world.'

Jess obeys eagerly, shedding their clothes in record time and sprawling across your sheets. You crawl over them, your ass in the air, and bury your face between their cheeks. They gasp and writhe beneath you as you eat their ass with gusto, your tongue delving deep into their tight hole.

'Ungh, fuck yes,' Jess moans, their hands fisting in the sheets. 'Eat my ass, you filthy slut. Fuck, I'm gonna... ungh, I'm coming!' They erupt with a cry, their cum splattering across their stomach.

You flip around, your pussy hovering over their face. 'My turn,' you grin wickedly. 'Make me cum, you sexy fucktoy.' Jess dives in with gusto, their tongue lapping at your dripping folds. You ride their face shamelessly, grinding your cunt against their mouth as they eat you out with skill and enthusiasm.

It doesn't take long for your orgasm to build, your hips bucking wildly. 'Fuck yes, Jess, make me cum!' you cry, your voice echoing off the walls. Your climax crashes over you and you flood their mouth with your juices, your body shuddering in ecstasy.

You collapse beside them, your chest heaving. Jess grins at you, their face glistening with your cum. 'Best. Threesome. Ever,' they say emphatically. You chuckle, pulling them close.

You cuddle up close to Jess, their lithe femboy body warm against yours. 'So,' you purr, trailing a finger down their chest. 'How did a pretty little thing like you become such a skilled pussy eater?'

Jess smirks, preening under your praise. 'Well, when I was in college, I became a sissy cuck to a doctoral student named Kim Li,' they explain. 'She taught me everything I know about pleasing a woman.'

Your eyes widen in surprise. 'Dr. Kim Li? My Women in Leadership professor?' you exclaim. 'Damn, I wouldn't have pegged her for the type.'

Jess chuckles. 'Oh, she's full of surprises,' they say wickedly. 'But enough about her. Right now, I'm more interested in you.'

They lean in close, their lips brushing your ear. 'I want to make you cum until you scream,' they whisper, their breath hot against your skin. 'I want to taste your sweet nectar and feel you gush all over my face.'

You shiver, your pussy throbbing at their filthy words. 'Mmm, I like the sound of that,' you purr. 'But first...'

You take their hand and guide it to your breast, pressing their palm against your stiffening nipple. 'Kiss me here,' you murmur. 'Worship my tits like the sexy little slut you are.'

Jess obeys eagerly, their mouth latching onto your nipple and sucking hard. You gasp, your back arching off the bed. They lavish attention on your sensitive buds, alternating between sucking, licking, and nibbling until you're writhing beneath them.

'Fuck, Jess,' you moan, your fingers tangling in their hair. 'That's it, baby. Suck my tits like a good girl.'

They hum in approval, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core. You grind against them shamelessly, your pussy dripping with need.

Finally, Jess pulls back with a lewd pop, your nipple glistening with their spit. They give you a final lick before sitting up with a smirk. 'I'd better get going,' they say, their voice husky. 'But I'll see you again soon, Vanessa. Count on it.'

With a final wink, they saunter out of your apartment, leaving you panting and needy on the bed. Damn, that femboy knows how to push your buttons. You can't wait to see what other tricks they have up their sleeve.

You take a deep breath and knock on Emma's door, your mind still reeling from Jess' revelation. She answers quickly, her expression morphing from surprise to concern when she sees your face.

'Mom? What's wrong?' she asks, ushering you inside. You perch on the edge of her bed, wringing your hands nervously.

'It's... it's about the complaint against me,' you say haltingly. 'Jess told me... it was lodged by your father's fiancé. The woman who...' You trail off, your throat tight with emotion.

Emma's eyes widen in shock, then narrow in anger. 'That bitch,' she spits venomously. 'I knew she was trouble. Always had it out for you.'

She pulls out her phone and fires off a quick text, then looks up at you grimly. 'I told Tyler. He... he thinks this might be his fault. He was bitching to Dad about your behavior recently. He feels awful, Mom.'

You sigh heavily, rubbing your temples. 'It's not his fault. That woman was just looking for any excuse to sabotage me. But... what do we do now?'

Emma bites her lip, thinking hard. 'Well... in high school, before she started fucking Dad, she was known for being a massive slut. Slept with half the football team, if rumors are to be believed.'

You raise an eyebrow, an idea forming. 'Is that so...?'

At that moment, Samantha walks in, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She saunters over and kisses your cheek, then grins wickedly. 'I have a thought,' she purrs, her voice dripping with innuendo. 'What if we... seduce her? Cuck your ex-husband with his own fiancé. Show him what a real woman can do.'

You and Emma exchange a glance, then slowly start to smile. 'I like the way you think, Sam,' you murmur, your eyes dark with promise. 'Let's do it. Let's take that home-wrecking bitch down.