She gives herself up to him

Julianna clenched her jaw hard enough that Curtis listened for the sound of teeth shattering. She smacks the steering wheel. "Fine. Yeah, make me okay with it," she said through clenched teeth.

"Will do. I'm an all powerful prick, but that doesn't mean I'm into you suffering. I'm a little into your husband suffering while you fuck other men and women, but that's different. Okay, here goes. Isn't being this big, buff seductress better than anything you've ever wanted? Doesn't it feel wonderful, sexy and powerful to do all of this without feeling a hint of remorse? Are you excited to see your daughter because it's a new level of debauchery, even for you?" he asks.

Julianna relaxed as he spoke. Each question put a bigger smile on her face. "You know, I should probably hate that we did that, but it really is better. Thanks, Curtis. You're still a piece of shit, don't get me wrong, but so am I now. Let's go see what kind of fucked up fantasy my husband has been keeping from me."

The two drove in silence, Curtis letting Julianna put her thoughts together. She had a lot to reconcile between her memories and her new motivations. She'd be figuring out who she is now for a while.

They arrived at the house and he inspects it for any sign of what's to come. It was certainly domestic, just short of the whole picket fence thing. Off white walls, a door flanked by big square windows and a tall brick chimney over it. The yard was well maintained and there were flowers growing along the wall. It was a nice neighborhood as well, the kind that children could play in the street in. He and Juliana exchanged looks and went up to the door.

"Did Penny go out?" Juliana asked, the question in the same monotone that Curtis had begun using when the question wasn't really a question, ensuring that her daughter was home. The two get out together and walk to the door.

"Do she and I know each other? Are we friends?" he asked, after realizing that, at least in his memories, Penny never really visited the Museum. He didn't want his presence there to be weird. He knocked on the door.

Inside, faintly, was club music. Curtis realizes that he's never heard the genre played so quietly, maybe because it's a very functional genre. It's meant to get people moving, not usually for casual listening.

The door opened, and the first thing Curtis noticed is that he had to look down. Before him was a petite, adorable young asian woman with jet black hair in pigtails, each ending in a spray of pink.. The second thing he noticed was her incredible tits. They're not to Julianna's size, but they were perky and perfect, and very on display under the underwear she answered the door in. The black lace bra would have showed off almost the entirety of her tits if not for the sparkly red pasties on her nipples. On bottom was underwear composed entirely of straps that made Curtis wonder how she found the leg holes. On her face she had a sparkly star sticker under one eye. To complete the outfit was the decorative flour tattoo running down her side, ending in a vine that wrapped around her waist.

"Curtis! Mom!" She said, a huge, toothy smile on her wide mouth and she leapt forward to hug them both at the same time. "If you'd have told me you were coming over I woulda made lunch."

"Uh, hi Penny," Curtis said, overwhelmed by the rave girl's energy. "You were going out," he says, making it a statement rather than a question.

"No," she laughed. "If I was going out do you think I'd be dressed like this? Come in." She practically skipped into the house, giving the two of them a look at her tiny, slender body. Her full ass was on display with one of the black straps slipped between her round cheeks.

"The mother of your grandkids," Curtis muttered stepping in the house.

"And my husband's biggest sexual fantasy," Julianna said, bewildered. Se followed him in.

Everything about the house looked totally normal to Curtis. An upper middle class two story house, family photos everywhere and kid's toys half put away on the floor. The only thing that looked out of place was the contents of the photos. In them was Penny, her wife (was she gay now?), and their two kids that looked like the wife. Penny seemed to be dressed far more normally in the photos, but everything she wore did look like it was accidentally slutty, like an ill fitting shirt that just happened to scoop down in the front in a way that most women would pin up.

Penny's wife, on the other hand, was a stern looking, beautiful white woman. Every smile in the photos looked to be ****, or at least a strain, as though frowning were her natural expression. She had long, straight brown hair and looked like she'd stepped out of a catalogue for business women. From looks alone everyone would know she was the breadwinner of the family.

"So Penny, uh, how're things going?" Julianna asked, not sure how best to get to know her daughter again. She had to admit, while her Husband was certainly a pervert, he had good taste. She was a little offended that the girl seemed to be the exact opposite of her, though. And asian? How the fuck did that even work?

"Everything's great! Ethan's in school right now and Ella is down for her nap. Can I get you anything? Something to drink?" she called from the kitchen.

"Just water," Curtis said.

"Something stronger, Mom? I make a mean Monkey Gland, you know, and I'm having one."