Random futa things

by Jokiba

Just as the title says pure smut

96. What Landlords Deserve

What Landlords Deserve

MisterretsiM

Summary:

A scumbag landlord gets his comeuppance. Commission for Dongstar

Notes:

For Dongstar.

Hello all! Another commission here, this one by Dongstar. Somewhat of a return to my roots, this story features a hyper futa cucking people and stealing their wives.

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Chapter 1: The Perfect Life of Johnny Chesterton

Chapter Text

Johnny Chesterton had a perfect life.

He thought about it every morning when he stared at his reflection in his wall-spanning bathroom mirror. Placed across the perfectly polished granite countertop were the daily items he never left the house without: a slightly ill-fitting Rolex that he clasped under his suit-covered wrist. A designer Italian leather wallet he stuffed into his pant's front pocket, which bulged the dark material from the amount of bills folded into it. An "unbreakable" comb he swiped across his greased-back, black hair before tucking it into his suit's breast pocket. And of course, his wedding band – 18K gold with a rectangular diamond that split the middle – which he spun on his finger before surreptitiously hiding it next to his wallet, glancing over his shoulder as he did so.

He chuckled nervously to himself as he looked back at himself in the mirror, his thin pink lips twisting into a confident smile; his wife was downstairs cleaning, no doubt. She certainly wasn't peering around the corner at him! Raising his tanned hands, which were adorned with several other jeweled rings, he adjusted his blood-red tie, loosening its hold around his neck ever so slightly. It rested against his black, tailored suit, which hugged his chest tightly and ran down to his stomach. He gave his midsection several pats, noting that he had started to form a bit of pudge there - probably from all the beers he downed with dinner every night.

Completing his ensemble, he grabbed a large bottle of cologne from next to the sink's basin and raised it to his neck. A spray on each side below his jaw, a couple under each armpit, one dab per wrist, and to top it off, a healthy dose layered atop his groin. Setting it back down, he checked his hair one more time, his brown eyes studying each strand before falling on themselves; he was starting to get wrinkles. Squinting, he pressed his fingers under his eyelids, pushing and stretching the skin around as if he could force smoothness into his skin - maybe it was time to look into that Botox stuff his wife mentioned occasionally. He flashed himself another grin, this time showing his rows of yellowed teeth, many of which were crooked and chipped. His charming smile more than made up for his unkempt rows of not-so-pearly whites, and besides… dentistry was a scam, everyone knew that!

Johnny Chesterton's life was perfect, even if his teeth weren't.

Walking out of the bathroom, his black sock-covered feet padding from tile to carpet, he stopped at the large four-poster California King he shared with his wife. Carefully taking the jacket to his suit that she had laid out for him while he showered off of the neatly-made up comforter, he slid it over his arms, taking every precaution in order to keep it wrinkle-free. Exiting the room, he made his way past hallways and closed doors, humming to himself as he went. Art lined the walls, mostly imitations and expensive replicas of famous pieces, but still replicas nonetheless; not that it mattered, they looked classy and that was the point! His hand slid down a maple banister as he descended a staircase to the first floor, the sounds of his wife in the kitchen reaching his ears.

Pausing at the entrance to the kitchen, Johnny ogled his partner as she bent over and rummaged through one the lower cabinets. Her wide hips and round ass shook enticingly as she moved pots and pans around, her lower half swaying back and forth. Smiling to himself, he crept towards her, making sure his movements were noiseless across the cold tile floor. As he positioned himself directly behind her, he gave another glance at her backside before swatting a hand down at her clothed-rear. It impacted loudly, the slap resonating through the house, causing her to yelp and bolt up. His hand stayed on her ass, squeezing and molding the soft flesh around his precious-metal encrusted fingers.

"Johnny!" she spun around her long, bleach-blonde hair whirling around her face and shoulders, "You scared me half to death! You know how much I hate it when you sneak up on me like that!"

"You know I can't help myself Darla," he gave her a wide smile, "especially when you tease me with all this ass !"

Darla rolled her eyes but her painted-red lips still formed into a smile.

"Yeah yeah whatever you say mister," she leaned in to give him a long kiss, her hands cupping his cheeks and her large breasts pressing into his chest, stopping after a long moment to turn around and grab the pot she needed, "did you sleep okay?"

"Like a baby," he pinched her ass, "you really wore me out last night!"

"Speak for yourself, stud. I'm still a little sore down there!"

"Mmmm too sore for another go before I leave?"

He cupped her butt again.

"Behave yourself!" she replied with a touch of playfulness, wiggling herself against his palm, "what are your plans today baby?"

"Gotta go check on a tenant," he groaned, reluctantly releasing his grab and leaving the kitchen, "they need a reminder that rent is not optional."

"Honey, you know you could be more lenient, especially with how difficult things have been the past couple years."

Johnny moved into the dining room and grabbed his shoes, patent leather of course, and sat down in a chair.

""Well, if they can't afford to pay then they should find someplace else to live!"

He finished tying his shoes and stood up again.

"What are you making for dinner anyway?"

"I'm making a salad and chili tonight sweetie, I know how much you like it."

"Again?" he leaned over the kitchen island and fiddled with his briefcase, "We had that last night!"

"Well I didn't want the rest of the ground beef to go bad!" she chided, sounding exasperated as she moved gracefully from countertop to countertop, "Besides, it won't kill you to eat the same thing twice in a row."

Johnny grumbled something under his breath as he grabbed his briefcase off the island and ran a hand through his hair. He stepped around the counter and pulled his wife in by the small of her back for another kiss, running her hair through his fingers. She returned it in earnest, placing a slender hand on his chest in return. Pulling back, he gave her a kiss on the cheek, drawing out another smile. Turning away from her and giving his tie another quick adjustment, he walked towards his home's entrance.

"Don't be late again!" Darla called out to him as she resumed her domestic duties.

"I'll do my best babe!"

He stopped at the front door.

"Oh, and Darla?" he called out, pulling his phone out of his pocket, "have you been using the equipment I bought for you?"

"The exercise bike and stuff? When I have time I do!"

"Alright well maybe make more time for it," he grabbed the handle, "your butt's feeling a little flabby lately!"

He didn't wait for an answer as he threw the door open and stepped out into the morning sun. Humming the same tune, he waltzed to his car while admiring his property's meticulously manicured lawns and hedges, not a single blade of grass out of place; if Mexicans were good at one thing, it was landscaping! Plus, they worked for pennies which was the real plus. Laughing to himself, he paused as he got into his new model BMW to check his phone again. Tapping out a message across its screen with a smile, he threw open the car door and slid into the leather upholstery of the driver's seat as his mind once more wandered to his beautiful life and beautiful wife.

Darla was an award winning beauty – literally – having won multiple state competitions in her not-so-long-ago youth. She was dutiful, always keeping the house spotless and making sure his suits were well-ironed and hung up properly. Taking care of herself was another of her priorities, he made sure of it, even if she didn't put in quite as much effort as he would have liked. Cooking, gardening, cleaning - she did it all! More importantly, she rarely ever used the 'headache' excuse so many women did, and was usually ready and eager to please him. And when she wasn't, he could always just make a snide comment or mention tightening her spending budget, and she would usually relent.

Darla was the perfect wife…

…especially with how trusting and naive she was - two attributes every woman should have as far as Johnny was concerned. Well, those two amongst several others, most of which were of the physical variety, were what he preferred and Darla possessed all of them; hell, that's the reason he married her after all! A woman should never question where a man's money comes from and where he goes during the day, she should just be home ready to greet her man while looking good with a smile and a home cooked meal. Of course, Darla checked both of those boxes. She was old fashioned in that sense, an unfortunate rarity, because that was the only kind of fashion he thought women should be. Johnny shook his head thinking about how much things had changed from his father's and grandfather's days.

Starting his car, he checked his phone once more before swerving out of the driveway. Passing the other homes in the neighborhood, most of which were almost as nice as his, he kept an eye out for any of the housewives who might be out gardening or running errands. There was nothing like a bit of eye candy to make your day better! A man like Johnny was always ready to chat up one of the familiar, pretty faces, some of which were much more familiar than others. His toothy smile came into view as his plans for the day marched front and center into his brain.

That was until something distracted him once again.

His head turned and his car slowed to a crawl as he stopped to stare. A tall, dirty-blonde beauty was jogging down the sidewalk in his direction, her arms bent at her sides. Her curly locks bounced around at the back of her head, held back by a black headband, revealing a beautiful face that shone with sweat under the hot sun. Johnny could see a thin cord sticking out from one of her closed fists, snaking up her modest, sports-bra clad chest, until they split at her chin, each half ending at her ears; the sight of the headphones created a pang of annoyance in Johnny. They meant that it would be pointless to try and stop to call out to her, something he so badly wanted to do.

The well-dressed man's annoyance only lasted a moment as the stranger passed his car. Glancing into his rearview, he was suddenly very glad she was running away from him. God damn that ass ! It bounced up and down with each step she took like a pair of melons had been stuffed into her workout shorts! Johnny was sure he could bounce a quarter off one of those firm cheeks and it would fly right back to him. He needed to introduce his wife to this woman so she could learn her secrets! He chuckled to himself as he watched her round a corner, quickly disappearing out of his sight.

If she was gonna be a regular fixture in this neighborhood, he certainly wasn't about to complain!

Turning onto a main street, Johnny sped up, eager to get to his appointment. Checking the time on his watch, eyes half on the road, he reached over and fiddled with the buttons on his dashboard. It lit up at his touch, confirming with a loud beep that it had connected to his phone. He grabbed his phone from the cup holder he had tossed it into and unlocked it with an exceedingly long series of taps. Fully looking down at this point, he dialed a number he didn't bother to keep saved, his thumb moving automatically like it had typed the sequence out a hundred times, which probably wasn't far from the actual amount! He looked back up as the phone began to ring through his car speakers, just in time to see that he was blowing through a red light.

"Hello?" a feminine voice called out from his car's dashboard.

"Hey babe it's me," he replied, eyes back on the road in front of him, "I'm on my way to the usual place."

"I'm here already. Sitting in my car. Waiting!"

"Good, I should be there in fi–" Johnny suddenly stopped as he swerved to avoid the path of a car blocking his ability to merge into the next lane. Ignoring the woman on the line, he rolled down his window and stuck a certain finger out at the other vehicle, which responded in turn with its own flipped-bird. Face reddening, he gripped the steering wheel with both hands, his knuckles turning white, and matched speed with his vehicular opponent. When the other driver looked over, he stuck his head out of the window and started to shout.

"HEY FUCKFACE GROW A BRAIN AND LEARN HOW TO DRIVE!"

"Are you okay?" the voice on the phone spoke with concern.

"Yeah yeah, fuck your mother right back at you!"

"...what?"

"Fucking moron…" he muttered as he pulled his head back in.

"Are you talking to me, Johnny?"

"What? No, no babe," he huffed, breathing heavily, "some dickhead almost hit me! People these days…"

"Well, I'm glad you're okay. I'll be waiting patiently to make everything better."

A smile returned to his face.

"That's what I like to hear. Be there in five."

Without waiting for a response, he clicked off the call. Taking a hand off the steering wheel, he ran it over his hair, and took another deep breath; he needed to calm down. No point in being worked up this early in the morning! He smiled, thinking about the day ahead again. There weren't any renters giving him any hassle about money this month, at least not yet , and none were calling, complaining about leaky fixtures or broken appliances that they should be getting fixed themselves! In less than an hour he would be sitting down to eat before spending the day in the city until it was time to go home to his wife and have a nice hot meal! A perfect day, really.

He just had to pick up his date first.

True to his word, Johnny reached the scheduled location, a local park, right on time, despite his earlier altercation. He pulled up to its side and stopped at a curb behind a minivan, not bothering to kill his jet-black BMW's engine. As his hand went for his phone again, he stopped, a devilish thought forming in his brain. Looking out the front window, he squinted his eyes trying to see if the driver of the minivan ahead of him was paying any kind of attention to her surroundings; the subtle glint of the sun on a rectangular screen confirmed to him that she wasn't. Without another moment of hesitation, he slammed his hand into the center of his steering wheel.

The blare of the horn clearly startled the woman in the van, and Johnny laughed as he watched her jump in her seat. She looked around wildly, the shock clear on her face. Finally she spotted him in her side-view mirror, her eyes rolling at his grinning features. After making a pointed face that she knew he could see, she took a minute to gather her things. Shouldering her purse, she stepped out into the fresh, Spring air, clicking the lock on her key fob; another moment was dedicated to running her hands down her knee-length green dress, unwrinkling it as much as she could and pressing it tighter against her curves. Smiling, she made her way to Johnny.

"Funny meeting you here!" he teased, leaning out of his window.

"Yeah yeah, real funny," the woman huffed as she walked towards the passenger side door, "you scared me half to death!"

"Not the first time I've heard that today…"

"What was that?" she asked, sliding into the car and clicking in her seatbelt.

"Nothing, Maggy. Ready to go and eat?"

"Ugh of course, I'm starving ."

"Well before that, come here."

Knowing exactly what he meant, Maggy met him across the center console, their mouths greeting each other. Thin lips locking, they made out for nearly a minute before Johnny pulled back and admired his date. The emerald green dress she chose complemented her tight figure and matched her eyes, the hours of yoga classes he knew she did every week paying off in spades. She wore several pieces of jewelry, a diamond necklace and a gold bracelet adorning her body, along with her wedding ring she hadn't bothered to take off like he had. Her scarlet locks were pulled into a high bun, showing off her sharp features. Johnny did note that wrinkles were forming under her eyes like they were appearing around his, a sign of her age; she wasn't as old as him, but she was for sure a good few years older than his wife.

No matter, she was youthful where it counted!

"So where are we going?" she inquired, her nose twitching while she looked around the car.

"It's a surprise, I don't think I've ever taken you there before."

"You've never taken me anywhere to eat!" Maggy's face scrunched and she placed a finger under her nose as she glanced at her date, her green eyes roaming over his body.

"True," Johnny relented, "but I felt like doing something different today."

"Not completely different I hope!"

They both laughed at her insinuation. Johnny backed up the car while checking his hair in the rearview mirror, Maggy busying herself on her phone next to him. Zipping off once again, he headed towards the middle of the city. He took a specific route, avoiding certain familiar neighborhoods while purposefully driving through others, slowing down in front of random houses to make sure nothing was amiss. It took a little longer than it should have with this method, but eventually the adulteress pair reached the restaurant…

…

"I don't know why we always have to meet there!" Maggy complained loudly while sipping on a midday Mimosa, the orange liquid briefly staining her lips. They sat indoors at the mid-scale eatery, which was relatively vacant on this weekday morning. Decorated plates of food and glasses of alcohol littered the wooden table, only occasionally disturbed when the pair went to eat or drink. Conversation had been pleasant, normal gossiping about the going-ons in the neighborhood and talk about happenings in the world - at least until the red-haired woman made her statement.

"Babe, don't be stupid, okay?" Johnny replied in between bites of a steak, "where else would we meet?"

"Why don't you just pick me up in front of my house?"

He looked at her like she had grown a second head.

"Ok and what if the neighbors saw us? Do you want your husband to know? What about Darla!? What if they found out about… about what's going on between us?"

Maggy twirled her flute of alcohol-infused juice.

"I guess you're right. It's just that all this sneaking around stuff gets old."

"You don't think it makes it exciting?" Johnny reached out and touched Maggy's hand, "Don't you think it makes the whole thing even… sexier ?"

"I guess you're right," Maggy giggled and took another drink, "it is kinda hot."

"That's what I like to hear! Now finish your food so we can get to the real fun."

"Don't rush me!" she admonished the suit-clad man, "This restaurant is really nice and I'm enjoying getting to spend time together outside of the bedroom. How did you hear about this place anyway?"

"Hear about it?" he lifted an eyebrow, "babe I own this place!"

Maggy nearly spit out her drink.

"You do!?"

"That's right," he raised his arms out, gesturing to everything around him, "and everything in it - including the food. It's all on the house when I eat here."

"Johnny, that's amazing!"

He smiled at her.

"Just don't tell my wife…"

…

"Oh fuck yeah baby right there!" Maggy gasped, head thrown back in pleasure. Her arms cradled Johnny's thrusting form, her long fake nails raking against his back. Legs bouncing in the air rhythmically from his rapid thrusts, she wiggled her hips to match his movements and to be more than a passive partner in their lovemaking. The bed they were on rocked from the force of their coupling, the springs squeaking and the cheap frame rattling under their intertwined bodies. Sheets wrinkled and twisted around them while a stray pillow half-hung off the side of the bed, liable to tip over and fall onto the floor at any moment. All were the results of an animalistic meeting between two people who knew their hours in the day together were short.

Johnny's breathing grew ragged as he fucked the married woman. The lips of her sex clung to his thick shaft, gripping it tightly as he rammed it in and out of sex. He didn't have to pull back far before slamming into her again, only average at best in that department; but like his old man used to say after a few too many beers: it's about spreading the walls, not hitting the back! He could feel himself starting to tire out, his pumping growing more frantic by the second. Gritting his teeth, he sped up as much as he could, giving Maggy everything he had.

"Yes! Johnny just like that! I'm so close!"

"I am too," he grunted from between his crooked teeth, "almost there!"

With one last thrust, he hilted inside the writhing woman, his balls rising up to his groin and his cock flexing inside of her. Several bursts of semen were deposited into her clenching depths, which leaked its own juices onto his shaft in response. Their forms strained together, flesh rubbing against flesh, as they rode out their mutual orgasms. Maggy's limb loosened, sliding across Johnny's sweat-drenched form down to the ruffled sheets. Looking up with a pleasured sigh, she smiled at her not-husband's panting face, until a large bead of moisture dropped right into her eye.

At the same time Johnny fell forward with a grunt, his muscles finally giving out. Landing heavily atop Maggy, who began coughing immediately from the sudden pressure, he exhaled loudly against her face before he managed to roll himself over. The pair lay together, both trying to catch their breaths for different reasons, their combined juices leaking onto the bed and soaking into the comforter. Opening his eyes, he turned his head towards the redhead, who was busy wiping at her face with the back of her hand.

"God damn babe, that was amazing!"

Maggy rubbed under her nose and smiled.

"Mmmm it was good for me too Johnny," she shifted against him, lifting herself up with one arm, "my orgasms are always the best when we have sex."

"That's what I like to hear!" he exclaimed with a wink, sitting up fully, "Mine aren't so bad either!"

She rolled her eyes and fell back into the bed, shaking her head at his attempts at comedy. Rolling over, she reached out towards the nightstand and checked her phone; Johnny was doing the same on his side, although he had gotten out of the bed by this point. Setting it back down, she grabbed a slim, rectangular box that had been resting next to it. Taking the lid off and revealing the container's contents – a gold necklace affixed with a large diamond – she admired her brand new jewelry, twisting the box back and forth to try and get the light to catch on it.

"Thanks for the present baby."

Johnny had almost reached the bathroom of the dingy little room, but paused to look over his shoulder at her.

"Glad you like it - just make sure Robert doesn't see it."

"Like he would notice it anyway…" she muttered, a hint of sadness creeping into her voice, "Going to freshen up?"

"Yeah I'll be out in a minute."

She heard the bathroom door close, followed by the sound of the sink turning on.

Splashes of cold water rained against Johnny's face, running down his neck and streaking through his hair. Hand blindly reaching for a towel, he raised his head and checked himself out in the mirror. No hickies – always a blessing on one of his trysts – but his hair was all over the place, black strands sticking out wildly; this is why he always kept extra product in his car. Filling his hands with water, he slurped it up, swished it around in his mouth and then spit it out in an attempt to cleanse his palette of the taste of Maggy. Closing his eyes, he twisted around so his back faced the mirror and took a deep breath, before looking at what he knew was there.

Fucking bitch.

Across his shoulder blades were several scratches. They weren't deep enough to pierce the skin, but the long red marks were still present regardless . That stupid woman, he told her she had to quit with the nails! He would have to hide this from Darla, which meant no sex for at least a few days; it wasn't even winter either, so he would need a different excuse as to why he was wearing a shirt to bed. Complaining about being cold wouldn't cut it. His temple pulsed thinking about the stress this dumb broad put him through.

Grabbing another towel, he wet it, pouring a liberal amount of soap over it before rubbing it over his crotch. He worked his softening genitals, rubbing down every nook and cranny to make sure any evidence of his affair was wiped clean; even if he wasn't planning on fucking Darla for a few days now because of a certain someone , he couldn't take any risks. Tossing the stained towel to the side, he opened the door and walked back out to Maggy cleaning herself as well, using tissues from her purse to dab at her swollen sex.

"Hey!"

Maggy looked up at him.

"Yeah baby?"

"How many fucking times do I have to tell you not to scratch my back!?"

"I-I'm sorry Johnny," her eyes went wide, "you just fuck me so good I can't hel–"

"I shouldn't have to keep reminding you!" his voice started to raise, "you know how hard this shit is to hide from Darla!? You don't see me slapping you around and leaving bruises for Robert to find!"

"I'm sorry Johnny. It won't happen again I promise!"

"Yeah yeah," he muttered as he opened the small dresser in the corner room where he'd hung his clothes and started to dress, "next time, no nails. Understand?"

"Yes baby." she whimpered back, getting out of the bed. Her own dress was laid out over a chair next to the bed, her matching red bra and panties flung onto the ground. They got ready to depart in complete silence, neither speaking a word; Johnny because he was trying to calm down before he left, Maggy because she was afraid she might cry if she tried. She got ready first, and sat in the chair her clothes had been draped over. Clutching her purse nervously as she watched him adjust his tie, she tried to find something to say to break the awkwardness that permeated between them.

"Johnny?"

"Yeah?" he didn't look at her.

"I have a question."

"What is it?" he sighed, taking the comb from his shirt's breast pocket.

"Why do we always have to do this at these motels? You have a lot of money, so why not get us someplace nicer?"

"Well Maggy," he started, running the comb through his hair in an attempt to tame his dark locks, "it's because I can pay in cash here. Hotels give you a lot of grief when you try to use cash, and I'm not tryna have what we do show up in my bank statements - just in case. That's why we go to places I don't have to use my cards."

He turned to her.

"Understand?"

She was looking down at her purse.

"Yes Johnny."

"Good." he smiled at her, his rows of crooked-yellows coming into view, "Now are you ready to go?"

…

The drive back to the park had been filled with more tense silence. It was made even worse by the fact that Johnny spent several minutes fixing himself again once they'd gotten into his car. He used an obscene amount of gel to get his hair to stay put, and then sprayed enough cologne over himself to make the whole car reek of it; reek of it worse , at least, as every inch of the upholstery already stunk of the stuff. He used so much of it that it caused Maggy to start coughing - not that she dared complain. Her departure wasn't much better, only a quick kiss shared between them before she exited the vehicle.

His trip back alone was a lot better, especially with the appearance of a specific someone. After pulling up to the houses that made up the larger neighborhood, music blasting through the speakers, something caught his eye. Coming from the house of a family he knew, which was most in the area, that same woman from earlier came waltzing out, a large smile on her face. He tried not to slow down too much, but he still watched as she put her headphones in again and started to jog down the street. One thing that he noticed, once he managed to tear his eyes off of her ass for a moment, was that she looked more tired than when he'd seen her that morning. Her hair was all over the place, her face was red, and her workout outfit looked mussed. How odd.

He'd have to ask the Smith's if she was a friend or a relative, and introduce himself next time he saw her!

Parking in his driveway, he checked his watch before going inside; good, he wasn't that late. The sun set behind the rows of him around him as he observed himself using his phone's camera one more time, making sure he looked just as proper as when his wife had last seen him. Stretching his shoulders, he opened the door and got out, making sure to grab the briefcase that had been ignored in the backseat all day. Trudging up to the front door, he took a deep breath, and reached into his pocket. Sliding his wedding band back onto his finger, he put on his best smile, and entered his not-so-humble abode.

"Darla I'm home!"

He kicked off his shoes and rounded the corner to the kitchen, only to be met with Darla's scowling face.

"You're late!

Chapter 2: Life Gets Strange

Summary:

Things get strange in the neighborhood

Notes:

2nd part of the commission! Still heating up, still teasing, but it'll get to the good bits with the next chapter!

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A pair of automatic doors opened, welcoming a cart and it's handler into the store's confines. Bright fluorescent lights flashed over the mobile container, illuminating a black leather purse that had been wedged in its top. Two small hands pushed it forward, a single gold, diamond-encrusted wedding band decorating it's digits. One of those hands crept into the expensive bag and pulled out an equally expensive-looking phone from its confines, the screen flashing under the fake lighting.

Darla's long, platinum hair flowed behind her as she made her way through the supermarket, her sneaker-clad feet slapping against the tile. She grabbed items as she went, carefully placing them in her cart, deleting their entry in her notes as she went. There was a natural sway in her step, her generous behind shaking in her jeans. Her large breasts would press into the handle of the cart whenever she deposited something new inside of it, contorting her simple red shirt around their shapely form; she was a standout in the suburban setting for sure, and many people of both sexes snuck glances her way as she did her shopping.

For her, however, this was just another part of her weekly routine. Picking up the dry cleaning, scheduling appointments for Johnny and herself – even when he made a huge fuss over having to go to the dentist – and of course, the weekly grocery trip. She did all the cooking in the house, so she was, naturally, in charge of getting any food or ingredients they needed. Besides a few things her husband wanted, like his favorite imported beers, the rest was left up to her. Breakfasts, dinners, desserts - she made it all; it was part of her wifely duties, after all.

As she neared the end of the excursion, a sudden realization struck her: she still needed zucchini for a stir fry she was going to attempt! She had wanted to gift Johnny with something new to eat as a kind of reward for not being late to dinner for several weeks now. Wheeling the cart around, she made a casual beeline for the produce aisle. Mentally scolding herself for almost forgetting this important addition, she found herself distracted, trying to figure out if there was anything else she may have missed as she roamed around. This minor near-mishap caused her to lose her focus on where she was going, resulting in a near collision with another shopper roaming the produce aisle.

"Oh I'm so sorry!" she apologized to the stranger immediately, yanking her cart back.

"Hey watch where you're going you fu–" the woman she almost ran into began her scolding, before her vision fell on the married woman, "ah, well nevermind, it's okay."

"Oh uh thanks," Darla smiled at her awkwardly, "my mind was just all over the place and I wasn't paying attention!"

"Yeah yeah I get it," her brown eyes roamed over the blonde's body from behind several strands of her own dirty-blonde hair and a sharp, pointed nose, obviously leering at her voluptuous form, "happens to the best of us."

"For sure." Darla chuckled, feeling a bit uncomfortable under the woman's gaze. She waited a moment for the woman to move, but she kept standing there, staring. Muttering another apology under her breath, she attempted to maneuver around the strange individual's own cart in order to get to the stack of produce. The woman continued to give no ground. Reaching around the living obstruction and growing more frustrated by the second, Darla flailed an arm out in an attempt to reach one of the dark green vegetables, her fingers barely grazing one near the edge; she was stopped from achieving her goal, however, by the strong hand of the stranger, who grabbed the zucchini out from under her grasp.

"Buying zucchini?" the woman asked, holding the vegetable up.

"Uh yeah, I'm making a stir fry tonight and I forgot to grab one earlier." Darla's eyes narrowed at the woman. Despite her bad attitude and odd behavior, she was quite attractive - dressed well too. Darla guessed she was probably close to her in age, maybe a couple years older, but she clearly kept herself in shape. The sleeveless green dress she wore was obviously expensive, and it showed off her tanned, toned arms. It went down to her knees, but flared at her hips first, leaving no guesses as to what her most noticeable asset might be. Come to think of it, the garment did look awfully familiar…

"Sounds delicious." she licked her lips, still not taking her eyes off of Darla, "but don't you think this one is kinda… small ?"

Darla raised an eyebrow at her statement.

"So small and pathetic ," the woman emphasized, setting the produce back down and rummaging through the pile, "now this one is a nice size!"

She held up another, a ridiculously long, bulbous variation, that looked nearly twice the size of all the others.

"This one is a lot better," her eyes fell back onto Darla, zeroing in on her chest, "but I think a woman like you deserves something even bigger ."

It took everything in the housewife's power to not visibly recoil at the suggestive comment.

"This one is perfectly fine," Darla reached out again, this time managing to snatch the original zucchini from the shelf, "thank you!"

"Are you sure? I got something a lot more filling I can give you."

"I'm fine, thank you ." She was gritting her teeth now, resisting every temptation to make a scene, "And for your information, some of us like it when they aren't so, uh, big."

"Whatever you say honey!" the well-dressed woman laughed, grabbing her own cart and turning away.

Spinning around on her heels, Darla stomped away from the aggravating bitch that had ruined her perfectly good shopping trip. The lameness of her comeback had turned her face beet-red, her embarrassment only hastening her retreat. She marched towards the self-checkout, not in the mood to interact with anyone else; as she pulled her cart up, she realized she'd been squeezing and rubbing that zucchini between her fingers the entire time. Cheeks practically the same color as the tomatoes in her cart, she started moving her groceries through the scanner, but slowed down as her lingering question was finally answered.

Didn't Maggy have that same dress?

…

Johnny scowled as he drove down the street.

One of his fucking tenants was on his ass about a faulty air conditioning unit in her house, and had finally threatened to withhold rent money if he didn't get it fixed! He had tried to argue with her, and was even kind enough to send her the number of a repair service he knew about; but no, she wasn't satisfied with that. She claimed to know her rights and even managed to cite the proper law codes that led him to this situation - the situation of having to actually go to the property and check it out himself! Johnny didn't remember the last time he had actually given in like this, but fucking kids these days and their internet and activism and shit. It really put a damper on his already annoyed state as of late.

Not only was this college student giving him grief over something like this, but none of his "booty calls" as he heard the youth call it, had been available for over a month ! Every time he tried to text or make conversation with one of the wives he knew very personally in his neck of the suburbs, they all made up excuses or gave him the cold shoulder; even weirder, a lot of them seemed to be kind of… out of it? It was like they were all in some kind of weird trance. Hell, the last time he'd spoken to Maggy, she seemed like she was barely present, like she had been taking drugs or something! It was a very frustrating situation he had found himself in.

But things weren't all bad.

Life at home had been good, at least. After being dodgy about not having sex while he waited for that careless's redhead's love-marks to dissipate, things had returned to normal. He made love to Darla several times a week, she had been happy with his non-lateness, and was experimenting with her cooking more often – even if she never did make that stir fry she had promised to cook him. Johnny was even pretty sure that she was using their home gym more often; her ass had never looked better! She had brought up the 'kids' thing again the other day but it was easy to wave that off; Darla knew going into the relationship he wasn't interested in raising a bunch of children for eighteen years.

The smile that had started to creep onto his lips disappeared as quickly as it started as he pulled up to the tenant's house. Parking against the curb, he checked himself out in the mirror a few times, swiped his comb through his hair, and got out. Putting on his trademark smile, he walked up to the door, his feet feeling like they weighed fifty pounds each as he dragged himself towards his obligation. His eyes scanned over the yard and the front of the property as he moved, checking for anything amiss or any unagreed-upon alterations he could use against her. No dice. Loosening his tie, he lifted a hand and rapped on the wood door, still forcing a smile all the while.

It didn't take long for the resident to answer.

She opened the door slowly, even if it was obvious who would be knocking. A neutral face greeted him, her deep brown eyes showing no signs of emotion and her large lips completely straight. She crossed her bare arms, only a thin tank top covering her torso, no doubt a necessity due to the heat. The rest of her was equally as scarcely-clothed, a simple pair of denim short-shorts and flip flops completing her ensemble; Johnny couldn't help but take a quick peek down her body, admiring how her dark skin shone under a layer of sweat. At least he had something nice to look at while he was here!

"Miss Johnson," he cleared his throat and looked back into her eyes, "how nice to see you."

"Yeah I'm sure it is," she made no attempt to hide her eye-rolling, "are you gonna come in or what?"

The side of his lip twitched.

"Of course."

"'Bout time." She muttered, stepping aside to let the landlord in. Nodding at her, he took a step into the house, once more taking a cursory glance at the parts of the interior he could see from the entryway. Nothing was amiss, yet ! Not bothering to kick off his shoes, he started to walk forward down the entrance's hall, but was briefly halted by the young woman next to him. With clear intent, she turned as he entered and shoulder-checked him; it wasn't enough to make him fall on his ass or anything, but it still startled him. Johnny almost turned and said something, but he wasn't about to give her the satisfaction of a reaction.

"Oops, sorry about that." She slammed the door behind him, hard enough to cause several pictures on the wall to rattle.

Johnny's smile was growing more forced by the second.

"So Brenda," he announced, using her first name on purpose while he walked in front of her, "what seems to be the issue?"

Johnny stopped in the living room and looked around, turning his nose up at the various clutter heaped onto the second-hand furniture and spread across the carpet. Books and clothes strewn everywhere, the walls decorated with cheap art and posters, and of course several empty bottles of hard liquor that lined a make-shift coffee table in the center of the room; it was a typical college house, that's for sure. A typical college house, that would have all the wear and tear and stains that college kids left behind - left behind and charged for.

Bingo!

"You know why you're here!" Brenda marched past him, making her way to the back door, "The fucking air conditioner doesn't work!"

"Yes you did mention that." Johnny could feel his smugness returning, "and what seems to be wrong with it?"

"Ugh, I told you over the phone. Whenever I turn it on, barely any cold air comes out. And it's like a hundred degrees out so I'd kinda like it fixed!"

"I see," he exited through the backdoor into the modest yard, "that does sound like a problem."

He looked over his shoulder at her.

"I just hope there's no outside damage."

Her brow furrowed and her mouth twisted into a grimace at his words.

Happy with her clear frustration, he bent over in front of the air conditioning unit and scanned the exterior parts that were easily visible. Johnny hadn't started his adulthood with the wealth he had now, but at the time the economy was good and his parents did well for themselves. It didn't take much convincing to get them to cosign on a loan and let him borrow a bit of money to fix up his first property, which he immediately flipped before getting into the rental business. But the house had been a fixer-upper. His old man had taught him the ropes, and while he didn't like to get his hands dirty anymore, he was still handy with a hammer and saw! His appraising eye caught the problem in just a couple of minutes – a dirty screen – but he pretended to take longer in order to make the ungrateful bitch behind him sweat just a little more.

"Well," he stood up straight and dabbed at his own moist face with the back of his hand, "luckily it looks like the outer screen is just dirty. Happens a lot in the summer. It's a bitch to clean, but you know what? I'll call a guy I know to come over and do it. To make sure it's done properly"

"That's it?" Brenda asked hesitantly, disbelief etched across her features.

"That's it. I can call him after I leave."

"And he'll come soon?"

"Within the week."

Her face still betrayed her true feelings.

"Scout's Honor." he winked at her.

Shoulders falling, she actually smiled at the well-dressed man. Johnny smiled back, more genuinely than he had since arriving, and followed her as she walked back into the house. Keeping several feet of space open between them, he watched her ass jiggle in her booty shorts. Those watermelon-sized mounds lifted independently of each other with each step she took, hints of chocolatey flesh peeking out from under the frayed denim. The older man almost tripped over a pile of clothing on the ground, he was staring so hard - it was like he was trying to will her shorts off with just the power of his mind.

There was no doubt Johnny was an ass man through and through!

As she started leading him towards the front hallway, a plot formed in the landlord's brain. It had been awhile since he had gotten some from somebody other than his wife, and Brenda seemed to have warmed up to him. She was young, beautiful, and most importantly, she didn't know anyone he did. No mutual acquaintances made the whole thing easier, and their unique relationship would give him a perfect excuse to get out of the house to see her. Maybe he could even offer to sweeten her contract, cut a bit from her monthly payments - Johnny was a generous man, afterall.

Maybe…

"You know you were right, it has been hot lately," Johnny spoke up, drawing the attention of his tenant, "mind if I have a glass of water before I leave?"

"A glass of water?" she turned, raising an eyebrow, "Can't you wait till you get home?"

"Well I'm not going home after this," he started to lie, "I have a property to look at and a meeting in the city as well. I might be out for a while."

"Alright," she shrugged and trudged towards the kitchen, "you do own the water in this house anyway."

He ignored the jab and followed her.

Grabbing a red plastic cup from one of the cabinets, she checked the inside of it before sticking it into the sink. Johnny tried not to let his dissatisfaction in her choice of drinkware show as she turned on the faucet and filled the cup with water. The moment it was filled to the brim, she yanked the knob off and thrust the drink out to him, a bit of water trickling down it's edge. Resisting the urge to ask for ice and possibly annoy her further, he thanked her and took the cup, downing a large gulp of the room-temperature water with a forced smile. Giving an almost exaggerated sigh of satisfaction, he leaned against the counter.

"So you're a student right?"

"Yeah, in my third year."

"Oh, and what are you studying?" Johnny tried to appear as interested as he could.

"Nursing."

"Nursing? That's very… noble of you. Dedicating your life to helping others isn't easy, I've heard."

"Yeah I guess."

She wasn't giving much ground.

"Seeing anyone? I can't imagine it would be easy to balance studying and a social life."

Brenda cocked her head at him.

"Nah I don't have a boyfriend or anything right now," her eyes narrowed at him, "not that that's any of your business!"

"Hey hey I was just making conversation!" he put his hands up in mock-defense, "I just figured a beautiful young lady like yourself would have guys beating down your door."

"Is that right?"

"It is," he leaned towards her ever-so-slightly, "in fact, I was wondering if you wanted to grab dinner or something sometime this week? I'd love to take you out to a nice place I know in the city."

"Are you asking me on a date?"

Johnny gave her a small chuckle.

"You could call it that. I just thought we could have some dinner, maybe a couple of drinks, and even discuss the contract you signed to live here. I thought I might be charging you a little too much and I could be… persuaded to lower your monthly payments."

The offer was in the air. Johnny continued to lean on the counter, smiling, the end of a chipped tooth poking out between his thin lips. Brenda crossed her arms under her modest bust again, and studied the older man while considering his offer. Her eyes ran from his face, down to his tight-fitting suit, over to his hand which still cradled the drink he had asked for; her brown orbs twinkled at a particular sight. Looking back up and staring dead in his eyes, she finally gave him her answer.

"Well I'm flattered. But," a cheek-to-cheek grin filled her face, "I don't think your wife would appreciate it if I went out with you."

She nodded at his wedding band.

"Besides, I know better than to fuck around with married men, especially when they're your landlord too. Shit can go bad real quick."

Jaw dropping, Johnny looked from his tenant down to his hand, the large diamond encrusted in his ring sparkling under the ceiling lights; he had forgotten to take it off before he left the house this morning! It had been so long since he cheated, he let himself get rusty and make such an easy mistake. He stared daggers at it, like it was the cause of every problem in his life. His face reddened under his tan skin and he could almost feel himself start to shake from the realization of what had just occurred. Not only had he made such a simple slip-up, but this bitch had actually rejected him because of it!

Johnny had never been so embarrassed.

"I-I'll be leaving then." He stuttered, pushing himself off of the counter. Nervously adjusting his tie, he gave a last, awkward glance at Brenda and turned on his heels. Trying to maintain a sense of composure, he breathed deeply and marched towards the front door, arms stiff at his side. A small giggle rang out behind him. It took every ounce of self-restraint not to threaten the woman with some made-up charge or fine to get back at her, but he was already on a losing streak for the day and didn't need to continue it. He could hear her feet thump across the carpet after him.

"Have a good rest of your day, Mr. Chesterton," she called out as he opened the front door, "say 'hi' to your wife for me!"

Johnny's fists clenched. He tried to formulate a quick-response, some kind of witty comeback, but nothing came to his frazzled brain; even if he had, it would have fallen on deaf ears. The moment he stepped into the bright, oppressive summer air, the door slammed behind him, another loud laugh reaching his ears from between it's cracks. He was shaking now as he stood for a moment on the welcome mat, the only sound accompanying his ragged breathing the light chirp of birds coming from the trees around him. He reached into his breast pocket.

"Deep breaths Johnny," he muttered to himself, combing his hair over and over again, "you'll get that whore back when she moves out!"

That's right he would. He would make her pay! There was no smile on his face this time as he plotted to himself while walking back to his car. He would hit Brenda with so many cleaning fines and charges that she would be paying him back for years ! And getting her air conditioning fixed? Fuck that. He would just tell her he called them and they were too busy to do it until December ! She could die of heat stroke for all he cared. How dare she deny him like that, and then taunt him right after on top of everything!?

He raced away from the house, his tires burning out against the pavement. Johnny didn't have anywhere else to be, and luck wasn't with him today, so he decided to head back home. Darla would be there, and she could make him a nice lunch and maybe do that thing with her mouth he liked so much. Yeah, if he just told her he was having a bad day, she'd do anything in her power to make it better. Then he could just kick up his feet and have some beers and forget about that cunt! Now that sounded like a plan!

The familiarness of his own neighborhood helped calm the landlord down. True to his nature, his eyes automatically went on the hunt, prowling for the usual suspects; but the usual suspects are not what he found. Her face had grown both recognizable to him, while her as a person was still so mysterious. Johnny had never been able to talk to her. Every time he'd seen her over the past several months, she was always on the move, always entering or leaving someone's home, always listening to music. Johnny had tried to ask some of the people he knew in the neighborhood, and most of them, the women , specifically, seemed to play dumb whenever he brought it up. It took him ages to get a straight answer, and it wasn't until he ran into another one of the other husbands who lived nearby while he was checking his mail, that he finally got an actual response: she was a personal trainer. This only begged more questions, one's that tormented him whenever he saw her.

The question of her identity raced through his mind as he watched the bottom-heavy, dirty blonde-haired woman jog down the street, headphones in her ears as usual. As far as he knew, she hadn't spoken to Darla yet - she claimed she didn't know who he was talking about. Not that he would mind; if he could give his wife an even better body, he would pay her hourly rates without a complaint! Slowing his car to a crawl, he ogled her rear as it bounced in her spats, her pace steady as she quickly trotted down the sidewalk. As he pondered her existence, she changed direction and went up to one of the numerous houses that lined the street. Cursing himself at another lost chance, he sped up once more, eager to see Darla and have something to eat. Anything to improve this shitty da–

Wait, wasn't that Maggy's house she just ran up to…?

…

"Jesus Christ you're stretching me out today!"

The exclamation came from between a pair of thin lips framed by several strands of red hair, the rest of it pulled back into a long ponytail. Her face strained with sweat beading down her brow, eyes scrunched shut in concentration. The woman was sitting on the ground, pale limbs outstretched, a pair of strong hands pulling her forward. Her sneaker-clad feet were pressed into another pair, their owner blocking her from being dragged forward. A dark spot covered the front of her blue tank-top and her black yoga pants were bunched at the calf from rubbing against the carpeted floor. Her entire body was tensed, her biceps flexing, her small traps bulging against the straps of her top.

"Come on Maggy, just 30 more seconds! You can do it!"

A huskier voice spoke these words, and they came out with more ease than the utterance from the middle-aged ginger did. A much more toned figure kept Maggy in place, practically relaxed as they pulled and pushed against her at the same time. The woman's hair, blonde streaked with brown, was also pulled back into a ponytail, and her plump lips were formed into a smile as she worked her partner; while her outfit was quite similar as well, although her pants were much shorter, there was no marks or stains from the exercises they had been going through together for the better part of the hour.

They continued like this for the previously mentioned amount of time. Maggy's arms started shaking, her muscles giving in to the intensity of the pose. She bit her lip as she counted down silently, trying to make the whole thing go by quicker by reminding herself of how close she was to being done. Once she was finished with this, the real workout would start - at least that's what she hoped! At the same time she hit the last second in her mind, her trainer let go of her hands causing her to fall backward immediately, not bothering to try and catch herself as she hit the soft ground.

"Good job Maggy! You made it all the way through that last stretch!"

Maggy only panted in response. Her body was splayed out lifelessly, only the heave of her chest any indication that she was still alive. A weak hand lifted to her eyes, blocking the glare of the ceiling lights against her visage. The sound of footsteps around her indicated that the other woman had stood up and started moving, and the feeling of a cold water bottle against her cheek jolted her back to life. Grabbing the bottle, she raised her head and put the plastic nipple to her mouth, sucking greedily at the icey liquid. With a deep breath she sat it down next to her and looked up.

A hand in front of her face greeted her. Smiling weakly, she gripped it, lifting herself as she was yanked onto her feet. Standing on wobbling legs, she placed a hand on her trainer's shoulder, holding herself steady as feeling returned to her appendages. She looked up at the taller woman, who stared down at her with a knowing smirk, her other hand clutching her own water bottle. Maggy started to lean forward, her mouth opening and her eyes closing, knowing exactly what both of them wanted. Right as their lips met, a voice called out, sending them both jerking back awkwardly.

"Honey I'm heading out! I have that business lunch today!"

"Uh, okay Robert!" Maggy yelled back, rolling her eyes at the other woman, "What time will you be back?"

A knowing smile passed between the ladies.

"Probably not till later! Might not be home for dinner!"

"Keep me updated!"

"Will do!" the sound of a door opening could be faintly heard, "I love you!"

Maggy didn't even bother to respond as the door closed, her eyes locking onto the tanned female next to her.

"He's gone now! We have the whole afternoon to ourselves."

"Then that means we can get in some extra workout time!" Jane replied, taking a step back and stretching her arm across her chest.

"Baby I don't want to workout anymore! I want you !"

"Hmmm, well how about a little hint as to what you'll get if you do finish the workout then? A little motivation, ya know?"

Without another word, Jane reached a hand into her spats and fiddled around for a moment. Maggy's eyes were immediately drawn there, her tongue licking across her lips. Her expression turned to one of eagerness as the back of Jane's hand pressed against the front of her pants, before sliding out of it's waistband; but the empty space it had left was quickly replaced. A much larger bulge took its place, tubular in shape and accompanied by two, baseball-sized bulbous protrusions. This new mass briefly jiggled in the woman's tight pants, before snaking down her right leg, a distinct mushroom-shape distending the fabric above her knee. She kicked her leg out, shaking it back and forth, before bringing it back down again with a long sigh.

"Always feels good to untuck myself like that! It gets sweaty as hell in there!"

Maggy didn't respond, her focus glued to the new addition to Jane's appearance.

"So, ready to keep going?"

…

Things had gone exactly as Johnny had hoped when he arrived home; well, almost exactly. Darla had been happy to see him back so early, and eagerly made him lunch: a nice juicy sandwich with plenty of mayo, a side of fried potatoes, and an ice cold beer to wash it all down! He kicked up his feet on their blanket-covered ottoman, and threw some sports on their excessively-large flatscreen. It didn't matter what sport, really, as long as there was some action happening on the TV. Johnny chuckled to himself at the nostalgic scene he had placed himself in - he really was turning into his father!

It really was everything he could have asked for, except for one thing. He had asked Darla for a little oral attention while she was preparing his meal, but she just wagged her finger at him! Before he could get mad though, she laughed and promised she'd do it that night. Even better, she promised to wear that lacey white number he liked so much; he always thought his wife looked best in white! All of that just to make him feel better after he explained how ungrateful and rude his tenant had been when he tried to fix her issue himself. He really did have it made, and the niceties he came home to almost made him forget about seeing that personal trainer again.

Almost.

As he sat on the couch and munched on his food, bits of lettuce sticking to his clean-shaven face, Johnny scrolled through his phone. Maggy's unsaved number caught his eye as he checked his text messages, reminding him of what he'd seen earlier. It was weird she hadn't mentioned she was getting a personal home workout - at least from someone other than himself. He chuckled at his own internal joke, his eyes instinctively darting towards the kitchen, where Darla was at work scrubbing the dishes. Next time he saw or tried to call the redhead again, he'd have to ask her about the mystery woman, and maybe even try and get her number to surprise Darla with. But for now he was going to enjoy the serenity of his perfect marriage.

Chapter 3: The Plot Thickens

Summary:

A plan begins to unfold

Notes:

3rd part of the commission! Finally got to a part you're all here for, and its just the beginning. There is still a lot more that's gonna happen.

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Chapter Text

"Jesus fucking Christ you're stretching me out!"

Maggy's head was pressed against her chest, Jane's large hands holding onto the back of her neck from behind. Her legs flailed in the air, held up by the trainer's arms, her knees hooked into the crook of Jane's elbows. She was hugged from behind by the deceptively-strong woman, who was currently jerking her hips back and forth rhythmically, her crotch bouncing against the redhead's toned ass. Her body shook up and down as she was thrusted at, suspended aloft by the power of the personal trainer's strength alone; actually that wasn't quite true. It was by her strength and her cock .

Jane was a futanari.

It was the reason that Maggy chose her over any of the numerous packages offered at the gyms in the city - the reason being that any package the muscle-enhancing businesses sold couldn't compare to the package Jane had between her legs ! She had shown up at her door one day when Maggy was alone, as usual, and sold her on her services. The futa had an impressive resume that spanned many years and states, and proudly claimed that she had recommendations from some of the other ladies in the neighborhood. What had really got the bored housewife's attention, though, was when she said she would do their first session right then and there, free of charge. Maggy had jumped on the opportunity, having nothing better to do while Robert was at work, the past weeks having been extra dull since Johnny still wasn't talking to her after she scratched his back up.

She wasn't sure how it all happened, but by the time Jane left, she was lying naked in the garage, filled and covered with cum, with nothing but a slip of paper with the personal trainer's number on it pressed into her palm. Maggy didn't remember the woman having an obvious bulge when she first appeared at her door, but sometime during their session it pressed against her butt while Jane was helping her stretch. The fluster she felt at realizing what it was wasn't helped by the futa's roaming hands, which teased her casually and skillfully as they moved her into different positions, gliding across her limbs with practiced, graceful ease that left Maggy impressed… and aroused. Before she understood what was happening to her, Jane had pulled her in for a deep kiss.

And then things went the way they did every time they met.

Once Jane had apparently decided that they were done exercising for the day, she signaled it by simply taking off her pants. She did it as though it was the most natural thing in the world, like undressing in front of a total stranger was a normal, everyday occurrence for her. That's when Maggy saw it. The thing she had felt press against her for the entire hour the futa had been in her house. What she had wiggled her ass against more purposefully the more turned on she grew. An object that sent her mind spinning with ideas and fantasies without even having to see it, because there hadn't been an ounce of doubt in her about its authenticity. It was like she just knew ; knew down to her bones that the bulge wasn't some dildo or rolled-up pair of socks. What this stranger had straining against her tights was a real, bonafide dick!

Long, fat and as genuinely tan as the rest of the fit futa was, her beastly member slapped against her knees as soon her pants hit the floor. Jane didn't say a word as she grabbed her thick log of cock around its base and shook it at the housewife, the pink head waving only inches from her exposed midriff. Maggy immediately knew what she was silently asking for, and fell to her knees before the taller third-sexed woman in response, her hands reaching out for the flopping fuckstick. The moment her fingers wrapped around it, or at least attempted to, she knew this was the cock for her, the only one she was gonna need for the rest of her life.

Then Maggy did something for this person she'd known for less than a day that she almost never did, something she didn't do for Robert anymore and only did for Johnny on rare occasions. As she stroked it, her fingers failing to dent the tough cockflesh, she opened her mouth and inhaled the giant glans; a thrust forward of Jane's hips and a firm hand on the back of her head let her know she had made the right decision. The tip alone filled her entire mouth, but she went to work sucking that cock for all she was worth regardless of that fact, slobbering over it like a woman possessed. She tried to force as much as she could between her lips, an act rendered nearly fruitless as it started to harden at her touch.

That's right, Jane was twice as big as any man she'd ever been with before and she was still soft !

That realization had hit her like a ton of bricks, nearly sending her into an orgasm right then and there; in fact, the memory still made her instantaneously wet as soon as she thought about it. To her surprise Jane wasn't just a shower, but was a grower too. Maggy managed to blow her to a full erection despite struggling to get even a fourth of that mighty club into her mouth and down her throat, and the end result was almost terrifying . It must have doubled in length, at least , and had expanded so much that she felt like it would break her jaw if she tried to suck on it again! Fuck, it had gotten go wide it made Johnny's little dick look like a toothpick!

Gripping it like a bludgeon, Jane had smacked it against her face several times, causing her to let out an embarrassingly whorish moan. Using that as all the confirmation she needed, the futa bent over and ripped the redhead's pants off, shredding them like they were nothing. She hoisted the housewife up in both arms, flexed her cock so it smacked against her now-bare pussy, and then thrust into her without warning. Maggy remembered screaming once it entered her - screaming from the biggest orgasm she'd ever had rocketing through her body from the initial penetration alone .

Today went the exact same way: Robert wasn't home, Jane made her exercise a little more, and now here they were having sex again!

The futa had her in a full-body nelson type position, holding her in a headlock as she fucked her like a rabbit in heat. Her hard stomach slammed against Maggy's ass and lower back with each piston of her hips, her knees bent slightly in order to get a better angle. Her furious pounding sent her grapefruit-sized testicles careening upward, nearly slapping into the cheating wife's stomach while occasionally catching a fresh spray of feminine juices whenever the redhead launched into another orgasm. These sloppy, wet sounds filled the room, joined occasionally by Jane's own grunts and Maggy's squeals and screams as she was fucked in a way that only the futa could provide.

When her eyes weren't glossed over from her numerous climaxes, Maggy managed to watch the outline of the futa's cock run up the length of her torso. She fixated on the image of the tubular, snaking bulge almost completely disappearing below her bellybutton, before it rocketed back up to her chest; it pressed her handful-sized breasts outward, nearly pushing them past the sides of her ribcage. Her whole body shook up and down as she was penetrated over and over again, her head bobbing aimlessly, her chin slapping into the top of Jane's tip on particularly brutal thrusts when the bell-shaped protuberance would nearly reach her neck .

Jane, for her part, showed no signs that the exertion was affecting her at all. A couple drips of sweat ran down her cheeks, but she didn't slow or lose her relentless pace for even a second. She fucked the housewife like she did every woman, like it might be the last time she ever got to have sex, like if she didn't leave them a comatose, drooling mess, that she had failed in someway. Using their pussies for all they were worth, leaving them battered and unconscious, bathed in her seed, was the only way she did it; it was the only way she liked it! If someone wanted her dick – and they almost all did – this was how they took it. And no one ever complained - especially not the woman she was fucking right now.

In fact, this whole neighborhood had been a gold mine for the insatiable futanari.

She had chosen it at random after she "moved" into the area several months ago. The nice houses and colorful, well-kempt lawns attracted her to it, along with the type of people who had a tendency to live in these areas. For about a week she ran around the neighborhood, doing her best to take on the appearance of someone just trying to get some exercise while the weather was nice, an act she had mastered over the years. While she could have done her daily jogging elsewhere, the large city providing plenty of trails and parks for its residents, those kinds of places didn't allow her to accomplish her true goal: scoping out new, prospective "clients" as she called them.

In her defense, she did deliver on the services she was paid for, they just usually came with an extra bonus! Her marks, as they really were to her, were always easy to spot. Middle-aged women, or close to it, who moved robotically, a bored look or fake smile plastered on their faces. Whether it was gardening in the front of the house, bringing in groceries, or just chatting with the other residents of the suburb, the expression they wore rarely changed. It was one that screamed with desire for something new, for something different than the daily doldrums that routine, domestic living thrust upon them - and Jane was happy to be that deviation from the norm.

First she picked a target that looked particularly dissatisfied with her current existence. Jane would figure out when they were home, not something that was particularly hard when they were mostly housewives, and she would make her way to them when they were most likely to be alone, usually the middle of the day. The futa would do her best to make herself sound prim and proper, like she could easily be mistaken for one of them , when she introduced herself, smiling and laughing to try and make them feel at ease. Once they had relaxed in her presence, she acted the part of a diligent salesperson, and made her pitch: she was a personal trainer who was new in the area, and was known for doing sessions privately, right in her clients own home! She had references and a license – two things that were actually true – and would even give the woman a free workout to show her she was the real deal!

The offer of a free workout always got their attention.

They would graciously allow her into their homes, and the rest was history. She would give them a workout, of course, stretching their bodies and providing easy routines they could do at home by themselves. The whole time she would touch them a little more… intimately than was appropriate, passing it off as a necessity for the poses and positions she needed them to transition into. During one point, when things felt "right", she would subtly untuck herself, and let her more-than-generous endowment do the rest for her. A little rubbing here, a little grinding there, a faceful of sweaty package, and they were putty in her hands. After giving them the fuck of their life word would naturally spread about her and her abilities, and she would end up with a whole list of woman to see whenever she felt like it!

"Yeah you like that you little cheating whore!?"

Jane growled into Maggy's ear as she pounded into her. Her bicep-thick cock was really stretching out this slutty woman's cunt, her lips clinging onto her shaft like a second skin. They had already fucked enough that the initial penetration went easier, but Jane's sluts never fully adjusted to the size of her meaty member; their pussies always gripped her like a vice and their wombs were even tighter! She would bust through their cervixes every time she ruined them for anyone else, at least until they got pregnant. Once that happened, the futa would have them use their other holes to satisfy her. Then, when they finally gave birth, she would repeat the process all over again.

"I asked you a question bitch!" Jane yelled, punctuating her exclamation with an extra rough drive of her cock through the redhead's depths.

"Yes Jane! You fuck me better than anyone else!"

"Even better than your pathetic, worthless husband!?"

"Yes! Yes! You're better than my husband! You're better than Johnny! You're better than everyone else!"

Jane slowed.

"Who the fuck is Johnny?"

"W-what?" Maggy panted, not understanding the question.

"I said," the futa thrust again, hilting herself in the woman, "Who. Is. Johnny!?"

Each syllable had another pump of multi-foot cock added to it. Instead of responding, Maggy came again, her cunt spraying more of her nectar onto the already-large puddle in front of the pair. Her head sagged downward, her eyes rolling into the back of her head, this last nerve-wrecking sensation causing her to pass out. Jane waited a moment, unmoving herself, until she grew angry and bored at the lack of answers she was getting out of the housewife. Unceremoniously, she dropped the redhead and let her slide off her rock-hard pillar onto the ground, her body splashing into the lake of their combined sexual fluids.

Maggy still didn't come to.

"Margaret!" Jane yelled, using the woman's full first name like a child who was in trouble.

"Uh, wha…?"

Eyes fluttering open, she looked around lazily before she recognized the futa above her. Blinking several times, her brain revitalizing with activity, she came to the slow realization that she had done something wrong. Jane was standing, toned arms crossed over her perky breasts, her strong legs akimbo. Her cock stuck out and up from her muscled groin, curving towards her face, the bright-red glans bobbing against her neck and leaking thick precum down her shaft. Her pink lips were twisted into a scowl, her dark brown orbs narrowed, her slim nostrils flared, clearly displeased. Maggy's face fell at the sight of her lover's anger.

"Jane, what's wrong baby?" Maggy scrambled to her knees, trying to placate herself to the fearsome personal trainer.

"I asked you a question."

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't hear you. What, what was it?''

Jane sighed deeply.

"Who's Johnny?"

"Johnny?"

"You said his name. Mentioned him when I was fucking you. Who is he?"

"Um, he lives in the neighborhood. I, we, uh, have sex sometimes."

The futa raised a thin blonde eyebrow.

"Not anymore though!" Maggy quickly backtracked, her eyes going wide, "I haven't seen him like that since I met you!"

"Well that's good," Jane finally smiled again, her posture eased, "does he fuck anyone else?"

The redhead gulped.

"I'm not sure. I've heard rumors but… I mean he has a wife. She's younger and really pretty - I-I never really understood why he cheated on her."

Jane's grin was practically touching her ears now.

"You'll have to introduce us sometimes."

"Oh, uh," the meaning of the futa's words fully hit her, "of course Jane, whatever you want!"

"Good girl."

Without another word, Jane reached out with both hands and pushed Maggy onto her back. She yelped as she fell, unsure of what was happening; but before she could even try to ask, Jane was on top of her. Gathering her legs in her arms, Jane spread them until her face was framed by the redhead's feet. Wiggling her hips, she lined up her crown with the adultress's dripping pussy, rubbing it against her swollen lips and smearing her seed across her mound. Making sure their eyes were locked, Jane barreled her hips downward, her cock spearing into the redhead's gaped hole; a moan escaped Maggy's lips, her head flying back and banging against the floor.

Wasting no time, Jane built up to the same speed she ravaged the housewife with before, forcing all of her cock into her body without pause. Her hips were a blur as she fucked into her, her balls audible beating against the slut's ass and the floor, spanking her cheeks red. The futa could feel her own cock through Maggy's stomach, their torso's pressed together as she jackhammered into her. Jane grunted and growled over the redhead's face, putting all her power into really ruining the woman for anyone else who might try and fuck her.

"Ready for my load slut?"

"Y-yes Jane! Whatever you want!" Maggy shouted as another orgasm shot through her.

"Good, because I'm getting you pregnant today!"

"Whatever, whatever you want!" She repeated, babbling, "I'll have as many babies as you want Jane! Just give it to me!"

"That's right, gonna pump you full like everyone else!"

"Yes! Knock me up!"

Maggy was delirious at this point, to overwhelmed from the intense fucking to deny her lover. It didn't matter what Jane said at this point, she would agree to anything if it meant pleasing the futa. Incoherent, she continued to mumble out obscenities and the word 'pregnant' over and over again as her body rocked against the floor, drool sliding down chin. As she hit her peak once more, she buried her face in Jane's neck and screamed, her arms wrapping around the blonde's back, her nails digging into her skin. They raked across her spine as the futa somehow picked up even more speed, like the scratches across her flesh just encouraged her further to give the woman everything she had.

"Here it comes!" Jane warned, snarling into Maggy's messed ginger locks, her own dirty-blonde hair coming undone from the ponytail she wrapped it into, "Take my fucking cum!"

Pistoning her hips one last time, Jane sheathed the entirety of her fleshy behemoth into the housewife's core, her girthy helmet pressing out between the woman's breasts. Letting out a strained moan, her cock flexed within the redhead, her balls rumbling against her ass. Her sexual weapon engorged with even more blood, growing larger as it prepared to unleash its payload. Jane's entire body shook, and there was an audible gurgling as the churning potency inside her corpulent orbs finished brewing. The thick tunnel that ran under her shaft bloated as the first salvo of cum trudged up its length.

Jane's precum was already thick, comparable to the semen of a normal man, which meant her actual cum was on another level. Dense like sludge, unlike the watery loads of inferior males, it still shot out of her cock with an intense force. It blasted into Maggy's womb, denting the skin between her tits, deforming the previously-clear shape of the futa's awesome appendage. Her sticky syrup was so hot it was almost boiling , creating a burning warmth within the redhead as she was filled. This first rocket of virile paste lasted for nearly half a minute, completely and utterly packing Maggy full… and then some!

But that was just the beginning.

Her first shot alone was enough to bloat Maggy's belly, separating their once-intertwined forms with her expanding mass. Almost like she was revealing to the cheating woman what her future held, Jane blew her stomach up with her cum until she began to look pregnant. Week after week, trimester after trimester, they passed in mere moments as the redhead was imbued with the futa's off-white essence. The top of her tummy began to turn a bright red in color, quickly reaching its capacity. No stranger to filling bitches up to their limits, Jane let go of the housewife's legs and stood up, lifting herself with her knees.

Hunching over the overinflated woman's body, Jane used both hands to stroke her pulsating pole, her fists rapidly flying up and down it's length. Cock pointed downward, she used it like a fleshy hose to completely and utterly cover the woman in her essence. Cum rained over Maggy's body in thick streams, painting her in lashes of off-white cream. Her hair was plastered to the floor, her face completely hidden by the futa's potent progeny, and this feature-masking drenching only continued as Jane aimed lower. Breasts, arms, ballooned-stomach, it didn't matter - wherever the blonde futa decided to unload on was remade in the image of her semen.

Jane's orgasm eventually came to an end, her massive testicles unfortunately not as bottomless as they appeared.

Rubbing her cock slower and massaging it below the ridge of the fat glans, she looked down at the near-comatose woman. Her cavernous cumslit drooled footlong ropes of leftover sperm onto Maggy, piling in long coils atop her still-expanded stomach. Bubbles popped across the swamp of semen plastered over her visage in time with her breathing, her chest rising and deflating with every labored breath; these small movements caused heaps of hot frosting to slide off her form and stack up around her. Jane smiled as she watched her conquest try and recover, her cock still as hard as when she started.

Feet splashing through her own cum, Jane stepped over Maggy until she was standing above her chest. Kneeling down, she sat her firm, bubbly behind atop the redhead's breasts, her balls hanging over her neck like a scarf. She wiped her cock across Maggy's cum-enveloped face, rubbing her own juices into the bottom of her shaft and out of the cheater's eyes. Reaching down, she scooped a handful of the stuff off her lips and tossed it to the side. Once the out-of-it woman's face was relatively clear of the thick muck, she beat her cock against it, bouncing her steely hardness off her forehead.

"Time to wake up Maggy."

Opening her eyes, Maggy looked up at Jane through cum-frosted lashes; she tried to look up at Jane, at least. All she saw was the enormous underside of the futa's monstrous member, her nearly-fist-sized urethra still throbbing as more cum crawled through it. The veins that laced it pulsed angrily, each pencil-thick vessel working overtime to keep blood flowing through its incredible length. Arms shaking, she lifted them and brought them towards that monolith of cunt wrecking, but before she was able to get a hold on it, Jane batted her hands away and bent her cock to the side so she could look at Maggy face to face.

"Not yet slut. First, I want you to tell me about Johnny and his wife…"

…

The midday sun shone brightly over the upscale neighborhood. A light breeze blew between the houses, rustling the trees while providing a pleasant chill on the otherwise-scorching day. The sounds of talking and laughing filled the air of a certain street, concentrated behind one abode that was larger than nearly every other around it. Past the vibrant green lawns and white picket fences were a number of bodies, all casually dressed, standing around across a paved-stone backyard that was flanked by numerous beds of colorful flower beds. Off to the side, plumes of white smoke wisped into the air from a large grill that rested against the side of the house. A group of men stood around it, each with a beer resting in their hands or against their lips.

"Hell of a beaut' you got there Johnny!" one of the middle-aged men complemented, running a finger across one of the steel shelves that extended from its center.

"I know, feels like I barely ever get to use her though!" Johnny laughed as he flipped a burger, the accompanying sizzle complimenting his mirth, "This summer was so damn busy!"

"That's for sure," a silver-haired man next to him agreed, taking a chug of his beer, "it's nearly September already! Where does the time go!?"

The rest of the men murmured in agreement.

"Looks like your wife is pregnant Greg," the man who spoke first said, addressing his silver-locked friend, "how far along is she?"

"Yeah she is Mike. Can't believe it," Greg shook his head, "I thought we were past having more kids! Four or five months though, I think."

"Damn, she looks like she's ready to burst already!"

"Twins probably." another one of the guys spoke up, "Cassandra is pregnant too. Just started showing last month."

"Jesus, is there something in the water?!" Johnny laughed, turning a hotdog, "anyone else got a pregnant wife!?"

"I think Maggy is," a voice came out from next to the tanned man, "her stomach is starting to get round and she's been throwing up a lot."

Johnny's eyes flashed towards him for a moment before casting down towards the food.

"Damn Robert, thought you two were done!"

"We are - were. We were supposed to be. I'm not really sure how it happened."

"What do you mean?" Mike interjected, "Don't you know how babies are made?"

The group of men laughed at the joke, except Robert who's face took on a grave look.

"I think she's cheating on me…"

Everyone went silent, except Johnny, who coughed loudly. The spatula in his hand slipped from his grasp and clattered against the blackened grates of the grill. Grabbing it quickly, he set it to the side and took a long swig of his beer. Taking a deep breath, he turned slowly towards Robert, who was still looking into the narrow mouth of his bottle. Studying the man carefully, Johnny gripped his own bottle a little tighter, his fingers sliding towards its neck. Smiling nervously, he cleared his throat.

"Cheating on you? Maggy doesn't seem the type! What uh, what makes you think that she would che– do that, Robert?"

"Well, we haven't… you know , in a while. Things kind of dried up there but it's like what are you gonna do? So I'm not even sure - I don't know if we've even done it recently enough for me to be the father."

"Fuck, Robert I'm sorry to hear that," a husband next to him put a hand on his shoulder, "do you know who she would be seeing behind your back?"

Johnny wiped a bead of sweat from his face.

"That's the thing. She doesn't ever leave the house for anything but groceries. And I've checked her card statements and there isn't anything weird there. The only person she sees is that personal trainer she hired."

"Oh yeah my wife uses the same one," Mike nodded, "Pretty good at her job as far as I can tell. Sharon was looking great before… Well, she's pregnant too, we just found out. But yeah, Janet or something I think her name is?"

"Jane." Greg corrected, "Barbara uses her too. Costs a pretty penny, but she gets results. Plus she isn't too hard on the eyes either!"

"Cassandra hired her too!"

"So did Lucy!"

"Damn she's working this neighborhood!" Johnny joked, trying to move past Robert's troubles.

"She isn't working with Darla?"

"Not yet," Johnny smiled and returned to his grilling, "but I've been meaning to get her number and set up an appointment for Darla for a couple weeks from now. Gonna get it as a surprise for her."

"Well my wife loves it," Greg smiled, "she's seemed a lot happier since Jane started coming over. Doesn't complain as much if you can believe it!"

"Same here," Mike agreed, "that woman must be magic!"

The guys chuckled together at the joke.

"Gonna use your bathroom Johnny," Robert spoke, drawing everyone's attention to him once more, "I'll be right back."

"Sure Robert, you know where it is."

He didn't take his eyes off the cooking meat.

"So Johnny, Darla ain't pregnant yet?"

"Oh no, no kids for us. We agreed."

"Lucky you…" Mike murmured, drawing a laugh and a slap on the back from one of the dads next to him.

On the other side of the yard from the grill-huddled husbands, their accompanying wives sat in lounge chairs under a large umbrella that stuck out from a circular glass table. Dressed in bright sundresses or flowy tops and shorts, they similarly chatted and gossiped with each other, howling and making faces depending on what information was shared and who was the topic of said information. Unlike the men, there were few drinks amongst them, the hands that would have been cradling mixed drinks and wine cradling pregnant stomachs or bottles of water instead.

"...and she really showed up in the same shoes that I was wearing! I was so embarrassed!"

Small chuckles passed through the group of sitting women, clearly enjoying their friend's story of a fashion faux-pas, before they all settled into comfortable silence. Many of them took a moment to touch up makeup or take a drink of water, while others hurriedly checked their phones. Several of them smiled fondly at their engorged stomachs, patting them gently and looking at the others in their group who shared the same state; besides the addition of the large, unborn brood many of them carried, knowingly or not, this was another regular scene at the neighborly barbecue.

Sipping from her cocktail, Darla looked around at the other wives from behind her stylish round shades. She swirled the red liquid around in the glass, as her lips formed into a frown at the sight of all the with-child women around her; she always wanted kids, but Johnny made it clear from the start he didn't want them. Too much work, too expensive, too messy - everything that he repeated when she tried to broach the subject. Her eyes stopped at the sight of Greg's wife Barbara, who looked fit to burst at any moment her midsection bloated outward so heavily. Looking up, Darla blushed as she realized that the expectant-mother had noticed her staring and was smiling back at her.

"Sorry Barb, didn't mean to stare!" Darla apologized, "You've just gotten so big! I didn't even know you were pregnant - you must be due any day now."

"Oh honey no need to apologize," Barbara laughed, pushing a stand of black hair out of her eyes, "and I'm actually only twenty weeks pregnant - twenty weeks yesterday actually!"

"That's it!?" Darla nearly dropped her glass from the astonishment.

"Yeah, Greg thinks I must be having twins," Barb's eye twinkled for a moment, "but I wouldn't be surprised if it's more."

"More!? Were you taking fertility pills or something?"

"Oh no honey, all natural. We weren't even planning on it, but I'm sure happy it happened."

"Same thing here," a woman at her side said, her own stomach nearly the same size, "but it's definitely a blessing, even if it was a surprise one!"

"Jeez Cassandra, you're telling me you aren't ready to pop either?"

"Eighteen weeks, that's as far as I am."

Darla shook her head in bewilderment.

"It definitely seems like the baby-making bug has been making the rounds!" Barbara looked down at her stomach as she spoke. Her third-trimester-looking baby bump stuck out from her yellow sundress, pulling the garment taut around her torso. Even through the colored fabric, her bellybutton was clearly visible, popped out from the strain put on it by her inflated form. She tapped her fingers absentmindedly against it, a thudding sound resounding off her covered flesh. With another smile she gazed at Darla, who was looking on with amazement and envy.

"What about you Darla? Is the stork planning a visit anytime soon?"

The blonde housewife blushed.

"N-no, uh, Johnny and I don't want any kids really."

"Is that right? A shame, I always thought you'd make a good mother."

"Well, um, I wouldn't mind them actually. But Johnny doesn't and I knew that going into it."

"She should see Jane!" Cassandra half-yelled suddenly, "She works wonders . With your body Darla, she'd make you irresistible! Isn't that right Maggy?"

She nudged the redhead necked to her.

"O-oh yeah," Maggy looked startled at being drawn into the conversation so suddenly, "she really is great to work with. After a few sessions, Robert was uh, all over me and now…"

She also looked towards her lap.

"Maggy you're pregnant too!?"

"I think so. I haven't taken any tests or anything yet, but I remember when I was pregnant with Billy I felt the same way. I wouldn't be surprised if I was."

"Wow. There really is something going around!"

Darla smiled at her echo of the joke, even as all the women around her gave each other knowing looks without laughing.

"So, uh, who is this Jane?"

"Oh she's a personal trainer!" Barb reached over and put a hand on Darla's knee, "she does house calls so you can have more, well, intimate sessions, you could say, than you would get at a gym. She's around often, I'm surprised you haven't seen her!"

"I'm surprised she hasn't shown up at your door yet…"

Darla gave Cassandra a confused frown.

"Ah, well, you girls know I don't get out a lot unless it's to go shopping. I must've missed her!"

"You'd definitely remember her!" Maggy chimed in, giving that same look to the other women.

Before Darla could question her companions further, a loud voice interrupted them.

"Food is ready ladies! Come and get it!"

It was Johnny, master of the grill, who made the announcement. He was standing behind a long table filled with food and condiments, where several of the husbands had already congregated to get first pickings. Standing up, Darla straightened her blouse, turning towards the other wives; the more heavily pregnant of them were slowly getting to their feet, the less-burdened of the group offering helping hands. Like a herd of hungry gazelle, they moved together towards the table and their not-quite-better other halves. Darla lagged behind the group slightly, making sure her guests would be able to get their food before her.

Johnny stood and watched the others grab their plates, his own off to the side and piled high with extra well-done meat and chips. As people picked their choice of eatins', he would make comments or jokes, putting on that charm he was oh-so-known for; he also used this opportunity to try and make small talk or passes at some of the women who had ignored him for all these months. The unfaithful husband couldn't help but grimace at all the pregnant stomachs bumping into the side of the table and ruining so many otherwise great bodies. It wasn't until a certain familiar redhaired figure waltzed up, that he found himself stumbling over his words.

"Hey Maggy, how uh," Johnny's eyes went to her covered tummy, "how have you been?"

"Oh very good Johnny," she smiled, taking a minute to place a hand over her midsection, "did Robert tell you the good news?"

"Y–yeah he did…" he gulped, "is it, uh, is it…?"

Maggy just laughed and winked at him.

"It's Robert's, of course ," she smirked, "and by the way I got your text."

"My text…?"

Johnny tried to play it off like he didn't know what she was talking about, even as his eyes darted back and forth at all the people not paying attention to them.

"Yeah about the personal trainer? Her name is Jane, by the way. I can give you her number when we sit down - I just know Darla will love her!"

"Oh that!" Johnny's body eased and he smiled again, "That would be great Maggy, I appreciate it."

"Anytime."

She paused and gave him a last, long glance, before she grabbed her plate and kept moving, another one of the many hungry housewives taking her place…

Chapter 4: Rejected

Summary:

An unexcepted twist!

Notes:

4th part of the commission! Finally got to a part you're all here for, and its just the beginning. There is still a lot more that's gonna happen.

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Chapter Text

Darla was as busy as she was any other day of the week.

There was laundry to fold, dinner to make, and dishes to do - the latter of which she was currently hard at work at. She scrubbed furiously at the pan in her hands, steam wafting around her from the running faucet and water sloshing around the sink. Her face was twisted in concentration as she tried to get the last bits of ground beef off of the metal surface, careful not to rub it too hard lest she ruin the cooking utensil's natural non-stick nature. A satisfied smile touched her lips as the final chunk of meat fell into the sink, and she quickly put the pan in the dishwasher next to her before beginning the same process with the next dish.

Whenever she fell into this kind of mindless routine, her movements practically automatic after nearly a decade of marriage, her thoughts wandered. Usually her attention was turned towards whatever show she was watching in her free time or some event or happening that occurred in the neighborhood recently, but today it was neither. Today, she was thinking back to that last party they had thrown almost a month ago; more specifically, she was thinking about the women that had attended their barbecue-centered get-together.

The image of Barbara, Cassandra, and all of her other friends flashed in her mind's eye - all of them and their very pregnant stomachs! Darla always hated to admit she was jealous of anyone or anything; she lived a happy, privileged life, and had practically everything she could ask for. Everything except kids. Even one would have done, just one baby she could carry to term and raise and dote on, that's all she really wanted. She had happily agreed with Johnny when he had told her of his childfree philosophy, but she was younger then, and as she got older, her biological clock ticked louder and louder. It was getting hard to ignore, and the apparently fertile air that permeated their little suburb wasn't helping either!

Knock knock .

Head jerking upward, Darla looked towards where the front door was. Was she expecting visitors today? Flailing her hands to get the water off of them, she started to move towards the front door. Maybe Johnny had ordered something? She took off her apron, wiping her arms down with it before tossing it on their island counter. Could be one of the other wives coming to drop something off for her and Johnny? As she rounded the corner towards the entrance hallway, her pace began to slow. What if it was a salesman!? They always preyed on their neighborhood and were as persistent and annoying as gnats to get rid of! She almost stopped and turned back around, the thought of dealing with another vacuum seller filling her with dread, but her innate desire to be welcoming won out.

Running her fingers through her hair and straightening her dress, she threw open the door with a smile.

Excuse me?

A face not unlike her own greeted her. Filled-out pink lips that nearly touched a pair of sharp cheekbones at their corners smiled back, although the skin around them was much tanner than the housewife's own. A pair of deep, chocolate-tinted eyes sat above a delicate nose, opened wide in a way that completed the woman's pleasant, yet excited, expression. A few untucked locks of flaxen hair dangled against her forehead, the rest of it held back by a lime green headband. Her complexion was practically flawless, only a few wrinkles under her eyes hinting at her true age.

Her outfit was nearly as bright and sunny as she appeared to be. A bright blue tank top that bared her shoulders and arms, which bulged in several places with clear muscle definition, hugged her chest tightly. It ended right before her midriff, a smooth expanse of flesh that hinted at a certain amount of core strength underneath it. Her shorts, which were a lighter shade of turquoise, looked painted on her lower half, they wrapped around her thick thighs and wide hips so closely; Darla was also able to see the start of her no-doubt-huge ass peeking out from behind her. Black running shoes with clean white laces finished off her sporty ensemble.

It was her .

It was the woman from the grocery store, there wasn't a doubt in Darla's mind about it! Same hair, same body, same age - if it wasn't her, it sure as hell could have been her twin. The memory of all the rude, suggestive, odd things the stranger had said to her came flooding into her mind, her cheeks reddening just like they had that day. She had spoken to her in a way no one ever had before and it made her so… so angry ! While her first instinct was to immediately tell the woman to leave and slam the door in her face, once again, her natural propensity for kindness took the reins.

"Hello," Darla spoke carefully, trying not to let the distaste at the situation show on her face, "how can I help you?"

"Hi! My name is Jane! I'm here for your first personal workout session!"

The tone in the woman's voice was eager and full of pep, a stark contrast to her speech on that day all those months ago.

"I think you might have the wrong house? I didn't sign up for a personal trainer."

"You're Darla right?" Jane questioned, not letting her expression waver for even a moment, "Your husband Johnny called me to schedule your appointment."

"H-he did?" Darla stumbled over her words, surprised at the news.

"He did. He told me he heard of my… services from the other wives around here and thought I'd be perfect for a one-on-one with you!"

That last sentence made everything click into place. Johnny had been bugging her to use their workout equipment more to keep herself in better shape. At the barbecue they'd hosted, the woman had mentioned someone, and the name 'Jane' did ring a bell – right, they had talked about how she had been coming to their houses to work with them. He must've gotten her number from one of the other wives when she hadn't been paying attention! This was so like him, getting her a gift she didn't want or ask for in the first place.

"R-right," Darla was completely caught off-guard at this point, "well, why, uh, why don't you come in?"

"Thank you!"

The woman, Jane, stepped inside of the house, moving around the full-blonde as she closed the door behind her. A water bottle she was carrying in her hand sloshed as she walked, and Darla thought she could hear the faint sound of music echo through the home's entrance. Turning around, she watched the taller woman wrap her headphones around her phone before sliding it into the pocket of her shorts. Jane smiled back at her as she stood and stared, no doubt waiting for Darla to show her around.

"So where would you like to do this?"

The personal trainer spoke up first.

"Uh, I have a room with some exercise equipment in it if you'd like to do it there?"

"Sounds perfect! Lead the way."

Trying to remuster her own smile, Darla nodded at the woman and began to walk towards the opposite end of the house. Jane followed closely at her heels, almost too closely, for the housewife's taste, as they made their way through the halls. The whole time the woman showered compliments on her about their home, making acute observations about the decor and choice of furniture; as much as it pained her to do so, Darla did thank her for each kind word, slowly easing back into her 'hostess' mode that helped make her and Johnny's parties so well-received. Eventually they entered the room, and Darla stood awkwardly for a moment as Jane roamed around the equipment and made noises of satisfaction at their state.

"Okay!" Jane perked up, spinning around to face Darla once more, "why don't you get changed and we can begin!"

"Oh, right, clothes," the housewife shook her head, almost forgetting why this stranger was in her house, "I'll uh, I'll be right back."

"I'll be waiting."

She watched Jane sit on the seat of an exercise bike, and pull out her phone again. Coughing, Darla excused herself and hurried out of the door towards her bedroom. Practically running up the stairs, her mind once again started to race. She could do this. She could bear this little training session for however long it would take. She could keep her cool through the whole thing, and as soon as Johnny got home, she would just tell him she didn't care for it or her and that would be the end of this whole thing. A perfect plan!

Barging into her walk-in closet, she moved towards the back of it, her shoulder brushing against rows of hung up clothing. Rummaging through a certain section, she yanked off several hangers and rushed back towards the bed. She changed as quickly as she could, leaving her previous outfit in a pile on the ground - she'd have to clean that up before Johnny got home! Grabbing socks and a pair of shoes from the front of the closet, she put them on as well, her fingers practically shaking as she tried to lace her shoes up. Taking a deep breath, she stood in front of the mirror and made sure nothing was amiss.

Shit .

Her choice in workout clothes were… suggestive, to say the least. She was so used to exercising by herself, she hadn't thought about how little her clothes actually covered! Her sports bra, the only thing she wore above the waist, barely compressed her breasts, which were already huge, and gave any onlooker quite the valley of cleavage to gaze into it. Similarly, her shorts ended mid-thigh, and were just as tight if not more so; while she didn't have as much ass as Jane, she was no slouch in that department, and her butt ate the expanse of black material that struggled to contain it. Her long, smooth, pale legs looked extra enticing as well as they contrasted against her choices of dark-colored shoes and bottoms. Darla didn't have much else to pick from, so this would have to do.

Sighing, she walked back down the stairs, slower this time. Making a detour to the kitchen, she grabbed a couple of bottles of water, not sure how intensive this workout would actually be. Once she made her way back to the part of the house Jane was waiting, she stood outside of it for a moment, just off the side so that the dirty blonde wouldn't be able to see her and took a deep breath. It would all be over soon and the quicker she got it started the quicker it would be done! Adjusting her top, she straightened her shoulders and marched into the room.

"Welcome back!" Jane greeted, hopping to her feet and shoving her phone back into her pocket. Darla nodded back with a sheepish smile, stepping to the side. The pair stood awkwardly for a moment – at least Darla felt awkward – neither making a motion to begin. Jane, for her part, seemed content with their situation, and the housewife realized she was ogling her body. Again! Just like she had in the grocery store! A flame returning to her cheeks, she started to say something before she was cut off by the fit older woman.

"Well come on over here so we can start! Don't be shy!"

"Sorry," Darla muttered, reluctantly moving towards her, "I don't really do things like this."

"Well there's a first time for everything! Besides, it's not like I bite or anything."

Jane winked at the blonde as she met her in the middle of the room. Circling her, she eyed her body under the pretense of a pre-workout appraisal, bending down to get a closer look at certain 'problem' areas as she called them; the reality was that the blonde's figure was amazing already! The personal trainer wouldn't say so, at least not yet, but she was very happy with her call to make sure the other wives in the neighborhood had made sure Johnny heard about her. Her brain exploded into lurid thoughts, planning exactly how their session and beyond would play out.

"Mmm I'm surprised your husband called me," Jane started, halting in front of Darla, "you have a great body as it is."

"T-thank you," Darla accepted the compliment the best she could, "but Johnny is always telling me I need to workout more to make up for being at home all day."

"Well I do see some areas we can work on," Jane leered at her once again, "but I think most of our sessions will just be maintaining the figure you already have - if we keep seeing each other that is!"

"We'll see how today goes." Darla replied plainly, her face expressionless.

"That we will!" the personal trainer chuckled, "Now let's start with some stretches."

Darla nodded.

"First," she slid around the blonde, "put your arms straight out."

Without waiting for her to move on her own, Jane grabbed Darla's arms in her strong hands and brought them out into a T-pose. Standing close, too close for Darla's liking once again, Jane ran her fingers across the housewife's thin biceps and forearms until they wrapped around her wrists. Holding them tightly, the brightly-dressed woman pulled them backward as far as they would go, the muscles naturally resisting when they reached their limit. She held her in this position for almost a minute, whispering compliments and motivational phrases into the blonde's ears all the while; she also made sure to let her hot breath blow past Darla's ponytail-held hair and onto the back of her neck.

Once that stretch was done, Jane quickly moved her into another and another, each time using her trainee's own arms to maneuver her into different poses. She started off slowly first, not really touching her excessively quite yet, trying to get the blonde used to the presence. Jane did stay behind her though, making sure her own smaller-breasts pressed into Darla's back - though she hadn't revealed her secret yet. No, that would have to wait. That would have to wait until the futa managed to get her into one of her favorite positions; favorite outside of the bedroom, at least.

Darla hated to admit she was having an okay time. Jane clearly knew what she was doing, there wasn't a doubt about that; she could see why she came so highly recommended. She was forceful, but not overly so. She was encouraging, but not in a way that corny infomercial spokespeople were. She seemed to know the limits of her body at seemingly just a glance, but didn't push past them in a way that was painful. Jane was perfect at this, and Darla might have changed her mind about her, but there was one thing that still bothered her…

The touching.

To be fair, Darla had never worked with a personal trainer before, so she didn't know how these things normally went. And maybe she was just being sensitive to the whole situation because of her and Jane's past history, even if the other woman didn't acknowledge it. But she still felt like there was too much touching. It wasn't inappropriate or anything, but it was like the dirty blonde couldn't keep her hands off of her! She wanted to say something, but every time it felt like Jane was going to go too far, she moved again. Darla did her best to keep her cool - this whole session would be over soon.

"Alright!" Jane let go of Darla's arms and hopped backward, "I think you deserve a little break!"

Panting and nodding, Darla straightened herself and moved towards where she left her waters; those simple stretches tired her out more than she thought they would! As she refreshed herself, Jane took a sip from her own bottle and watched the housewife's shaking ass. Moving quickly, she slipped her free hand into the front of her pants and subtly adjusted herself until a bulge showed in the thin material. She gave it a few quick pats and shakes to get it into the perfect position, still eyeing the busty blonde. Satisfied with the way her endowment rested and curled against her thighs, she called over to Darla.

"Alright Darla, time to get back to work!"

"Fine by me." she replied, emotionless again, taking a last swig of her water and setting it back down. Raising her arms above her head, she walked back towards Jane, giving herself a quick stretch as she went. She noted with annoyance that the woman was once again openly staring at her jiggling, lifted breasts as she moved; her willpower almost faltered, but she managed to refrain from saying anything. They would be done soon, she repeated to herself silently, while she steeled herself for the rest of the workout. It was like a mantra for her – soon, soon, soon, – one that gave her strength to stare this lecherous stranger down as she stood in front of her once more.

"Ok," Jane tapped her water bottle absentmindedly against her crotch, covering her recently-untucked member, "we still need to test your full flexibility, so why don't you bend over and try and touch your toes!"

It took everything in her power not to roll her eyes as she followed the curly-haired instructor's orders. Straightening herself, she shimmied her shoulders before extending her arms and bending down. Darla was acutely aware that she'd be giving Jane an eyeful of her breasts as she lowered herself, and did her best to speed up her movements. The tips of her fingers dangled above her white laces, just a bit short from reaching her toes, impeded slightly by the obstacle her generous bust provided for her arms. Staring at the floor, she could see Jane set her bottle down and start to walk around her.

" Very nice," she hummed as she took position behind the busty blonde, "but I think with a little help you can go even further!"

Darla could feel those powerful palms pressed against the bottom of her shoulder muscles and roughly rub against her skin; it almost felt like the personal trainer was bracing herself for something as her fingers started to dig into her back. Unexpectedly Darla was almost knocked off her feet by a sudden thrust against her backside, only held still by Jane's firm grip. As she struggled to maintain her balance, she could feel the woman behind her rubbing herself against the blonde's ass; Darla was about to protest this rough, inappropriate treatment she was receiving, but a strange feeling made her words catch in her throat.

Her first thought was that it was probably just Jane's phone - she remembered her shoving into her pocket when their session began. But the shape wasn't quite right. She didn't know if she was imagining it or not, but Darla swore it felt kind of like a… banana? Or something in the same general shape, at least. Focus completely fixated on this new sensation, a blush touched her cheeks as she felt the trainer rub whatever it was between her fat cheeks, practically grinding herself against the woman she was supposed to be helping!

"There, I knew you could go all the way down." Jane purred, still gyrating her hips, "Now hold it just like that ."

Barely comprehending the dirty blonde's words, Darla was still trying to figure out why she shouldn't have been as surprised as she was at the way Jane was treating her. None of the other wives mentioned anything like this - but that wasn't quite it. Their interaction at the grocery store flashed across her eyes again, the way she talked to her and looked at her and– of course! Jane had been making suggestive comments about the zucchini and holding it and touching it in a very specific way! Could that mean she actually had a…?

"Stay just like that, I need to see how you look from the front."

A last shake against her rear let Darla know the personal trainer was finally letting go of her. She felt compelled to hold this position, at least until she could finally confront Jane about her behavior. Her eyes turned upward as Jane stepped in front of her, going wide as her suspicions were all but confirmed: there was a clear outline of what could no-doubt be a very large penis and set of balls distending the front of Jane's shorts. Her mouth fell open at the sight, which proved to quickly be a mistake on her part as the obscene woman grabbed her head and mashed her face into her crotch at the exact same time.

"Just gonna help hold you still Darla, you're doing gre–"

Jane yelped as she was pushed by her thighs, her hold loosening on Darla's hair as she slammed into the exercise bike behind her.

"Who do you think you are!?"

Now it was Jane's turn for her eyes to go wide. She stared up at the fuming housewife, having slipped into a crouch after being shoved. Darla had her arms crossed over her huge tits, her face red and scowling. Not taking her eyes off the blonde's face, Jane could hear her sneaker-clad foot tapping against the floor rapidly, which provided the only sound in the room beyond Darla's anger-fueled huffs. The pair stayed in this reversed-hold-of-power position for several minutes, until the housewife spoke up again.

"I don't know what kind of services you give the other wives around here," Darla nearly snarled , using the woman's own terminology against her, "but that doesn't work on me! Now you can leave or I'll call the cops."

"I just, bu–"

"I said leave."

Swallowing loudly, Jane grabbed her water bottle and stood up, patting her hair nervously. Darla continued to watch her, almost like she was challenging her to try something else; but Jane backed down from the unspoken provocation. Without another word, she clenched her fists and stormed out of the room, slamming the door loudly behind her. The sporty-looking housewife could hear her move through the house, the bang of the front door signaling her departure. Relaxing her stance, Darla sighed loudly. She looked around the room with a look of disgust on her face, and quickly exited it as well, making a dash for the kitchen.

She was gonna need a lot of ice cream to deal with a day like this…

…

"Honey I'm home!"

Johnny took off his suit coat as he made his usual announcement, folding in his arms and throwing it onto a bench next to the door. Setting his briefcase down next to it, he loosened his tie, waiting for his usual greeting. It didn't come. Listening for something other than his wife's voice, he could hear the TV in the front room playing, an oddity at this hour. There were no other sounds of dishes being done or the vacuum cleaner running, just muddled voices and dramatic music. Walking slowly, John walked through the front entry towards the source of the unusually-timed commotion.

"Honey?" Johnny called out, poking his head into the living room.

The scene he walked in on was just as strange.

Lying across the couch under what appeared to be a pile of every blanket in the house, was Darla. Her face was blank, her eyes unfocused as they stared at the large flatscreen under strands of her golden hair which splayed wildly across her forehead and a mound of pillows. One of her pale arms, the one not covered by the mountain of soft fabric, cradled a mostly-empty glass of red wine, the large bottle that once held it less than half full. Johnny could also see an open container of ice cream and box of chocolates laid out across the coffee table, wrappers and lids strewn across its surface.

What in the hell had happened?

"Darla? What's going on?"

Snapping to attention at the sound of her husband's voice, Darla bolted into a sitting position, the Everest of blankets falling on the floor next to her. The wine in her glass sloshed, spilling over the lip and running down its side onto her fingers as she straightened herself, causing her to curse as she hastily set it onto the table. Standing up, she adjusted her top, having not changed from her workout outfit from earlier, making sure her breasts didn't slip out of the bottom of them even though it was only Johnny standing in front of her.

"Johnny! What time is it? You're home early!" she finally replied in a panic, fumbling with disarrayed items on the table, trying to find her phone.

"Early?" Johnny looked at her incredulously, "I'm la– right on time sweetie. This is when you wanted me home for dinner."

"Dinner…" Darla mumbled, looking at the mess around her.

"Yeah, dinner."

Johnny cocked his head, noticing his wife's choice in clothing.

"Oh! Did Jane show up? How did your session go?"

Darla's expression darkened and she mumbled something under her breath.

"What was that honey?"

"I said I kicked her out!" Darla shouted, turning her head away from her husband.

"You kicked her out!?" Johnny was growing more flabbergasted by the second, "Why!? I paid good money for her to come here!"

"I didn't like her."

"You didn't like her? Why not? She came highly recommended Darla."

"Because I didn't! Okay?" She continued to look towards the floor. "She kept, kept touching me."

"Darla, that's what personal trainers are supposed to do. It's kinda part of their whole thing."

"No Johnny, you don't understand. She was touching me inappropriately and it made me feel uncomfortable. Plus, she ha–"

"Darla," Johnny repeated his wife's name again, "that's just how she is. Maggy told me she is very hands on and she even had her own reservations during their first session, but she ended up loving her!"

"Well I'm not Maggy!" The blonde sniffled with her exclamation, bringing a hand up to her eye.

"Baby, come here." The black-haired man walked towards his wife, stepping over the pillows and blankets on the ground and wrapping his arms around her; she buried her head in his chest and hugged him back. Petting her hair, Johnny's mind raced with ways to convince his wife to keep seeing Jane - he had paid for a bunch of sessions already! He doubted he'd be able to get his money back, Jane had probably cashed the check as soon as she got it, and he hated wasting his hard-earned dollars. The wheels in his head turned.

"Ok, Darla, sweetie," he started pulling her off his chest and looking into her eyes, "can we talk about this?"

"Johnny, I don't want t–"

"Just hear me out okay? I already paid for a few sessions for you, and I don't think I can get my money back. I'm sorry you had a bad time, but maybe she just caught you on a bad day? I know it was a surprise and all."

"Honey…"

"Give her one more chance, and if you still don't like her you won't have to see her again. Okay? It won't be a surprise this time either!"

Darla's eye drifted to the side as she contemplated Johnny's offer - she really did hate disappointing him. Maybe she had overreacted. None of the other women mentioned anything bad about her. Did she just misread the whole situation? Had her mind been playing tricks on her? There could have been other things in her pockets beside her phone, Darla thought to herself, and besides, a penis that big couldn't be real, especially not on someone as feminine as Jane.

"If I don't like her I don't have to see her again? Promise?"

"I promise dear." Johnny smiled at her, showing off every chipped and crooked tooth.

"Ok… I guess I can try again. But you have to tell me when she's coming over this time!"

"No more surprises! I swear!"

Darla finally returned his smile.

Reaching around her, Johnny gave her a quick slap on the ass, striking her barely-clothed cheek firmly.

"Alright, why don't you go get changed and clean this up, and I'll order us some chinese food. My treat."

Darla rolled her eyes and started to gather up her mess, trying to clear her mind of the events of the day…

…

"Fuck yeah bitch, fucking take this dick!"

Jane shouted the redundant command as she smacked the fat ass bouncing off her abs. Her knees sank into the sheets as she railed the housewife on all fours before her, the bed they were on rocking in time with their fucking. The woman, Gina, another one of the numerous women in the neighborhood that Jane had added to her harem, howled through another orgasm as she met the fit futanari's thrusts. The futa had one hand groping the housewife's charcoal-colored ass, her other wrapped in a bunch of her curly black hair.

Pounding the slut with nearly all the force she could muster, Jane was letting out all her anger from the past few days on the climaxing cheater. The futa couldn't remember the last time she been denied the way she had been with Darla, and she spent every day since fucking as many of her clients as she could because of it! She should have been putty in her hands; fuck, the busty blonde had even wiggled against her package while they were working out! That was always the go-to sign for her to go further, but instead she'd been rejected! Her, of all people, turned down and thrown out by just another one of the stupid bimbos that lived here. If her face wasn't already red from the effort she exerted in pounding this bitch, it would've flared from the anger coursing through her!

Her jackhammering only grew more intense the more she thought about it, her bicep-thick cock breaking the bitch below her quicker than normal. They had foregone the usual pretense of a workout, Jane dragging Gina into her bedroom as soon as she entered the house and undressing without a word; the housewife didn't complain of course, and started using that big mouth on her meat immediately. Jane had been fucking her so hard, bruises showed on her ass through her dark skin, but the bottom-heavy bitch had just begged for more. She had been yelling and screaming the whole time as the futa rearranged her insides, which was the music her ears wanted to hear.

"You're a good little cocksleeve, ya know?" Jane asked her rhetorically as she switch up her rhythm into slower, but longer and more powerful thrusts, "You might be my favorite on this blo-"

A melodic tone rang out from the floor next to the bed.

Scowling, Jane stopped thrusting and looked around for the source of this disruption. Scanning the clothes that had been tossed around the room, she found the location of this familiar song; it was the one she used specifically for clients, so she would always know what kind of call she was getting. The weird part, however, was that most didn't call her after she'd already broken their brains with her cock, instead preferring to keep their scheduling over texts. Still, she wasn't one to miss a call, especially if it potentially concerned a husband finding out about their wife's tryst; the mounting pregnancies in this suburb meant that it was coming sooner or later!

"Don't fucking move."

She slapped Gina's ass again as she dismounted her, sliding off the bed. Her torso-length cock bobbed in front of her, streaked with her own precum and the housewife's generous juices, dripping dollops of pearly seed from it's bright red head onto the floor as she walked. Jane stroked it several times like it was a beast she needed to keep calm as she trudged across the room, her hand growing sticky from the combined secretions that lathered her pole. Grabbing her shorts off the ground, she fished her phone out and held it up to ear, sandwiching it between her cheek and her shoulder as she hopped back onto the bed.

"Yeah?" she spoke abruptly into the device, realizing she didn't bother to check who had actually called her.

"Jane? It's Johnny."

Oh?

"Yeah this is Jane," she lined her cock back up with Gina's gaping cunt, "what can I do for you?"

"Yes, uh," she could hear him clear his throat, "I heard that your session with Darla didn't go well."

Being reminded of her failure caused Jane to scowl, and without warning, she roughly shoved herself back into Gina's depths. Right as the dark-skinned woman began to scream, the futa leaned forward and palmed the back of her head, forcing it into the bed. She held her there, muffling her pleasure-induced utterance, swiveling her hips as she did, rubbing her shaft against the curly-haired whore's inner walls. Jane stayed in this position until the housewife started to calm down, and only then did she bother to respond to the clueless husband on the other line.

"Sorry, I'm in the middle of a very intense session with another client."

"Sure sounds like it! Anyway, about your last meeting with my wife…"

"Yeah didn't go very well," Jane grunted as she resumed her fucking of the pear-shaped slut, still keeping her face planted into the sheets, "she didn't like my methods and kicked me out."

"She told me," Johnny sounded annoyed as he replied, "but I think she just had the wrong idea about what was happening."

"Yeah?" Jane was smiling now, her pistoning picking up speed.

"Darla hasn't ever seen a personal trainer before, so I think she just wasn't sure what to expect. And with it being a surprise and all…"

The futa grunted, both from pleasure and in affirmation, as the voice on the phone trailed off.

"Anyway, so I convinced her to give you another shot. I would like you to see her again next week."

"Well," Jane gritted her teeth for a moment as she could feel her own orgasm start to build, the clenching cunt she was sheathed into tightening around her shaft, "I don't take to kindly to being thrown out of someone's house when I'm just trying to do my job."

"I understand, but I did pay for multiple sessions. So I would like you to give it another try. I promise Darla will be more accommodating this time."

Oh I'll make her accommodate something that's for sure!

"Fine, you make a good point. I'll text you after this workout is done and set up something."

"Perfect. Glad we could reach an understanding."

Grunting again, Jane pulled her phone from her ear and ended the call without another word, tossing it to the floor next to her; there would be no more interruptions! Letting go of Gina's head, she wrapped her hands around the woman's thick waist, and began fucking her in earnest, the bed frame slamming loudly against the wall, shaking the pictures that hung near it. The woman's screams filled the house once again, her head lifting off the bed and looking back at the futa. Jane didn't bother looking back at her, instead focusing on the point their sexes met and the slut's head-sized cheeks which jiggled enticingly with each hard thrust.

Sawing her log of fuckmeat into Gina's ruined hole faster and faster, Jane's body tensed as her climax began to build in her enormous cum factories - the same cum factories that were currently beating against the housewife's thighs with each rut. She could feel her cock harden even further, the veins pulsing across it intensely; this was something she could feel , as each vessel of blood scraped against Gina's insides, practically carving it into a new shape with their ribbed-protuberance. Her balls began to gurgle loudly, audible even over her own panting and the housewife's glass-cracking shrieks.

"Here it comes Gina! Time to impregnate you like all the other whores around here!"

"Do whatever you want baby!" Gina finally spoke, "I'll raise them all!"

"Yeah you will," Jane yelled back, using both hands to plant heavy slaps across her huge backside, "and so will your useless fucking husband!"

"Yes! I'll make him pay for everything! He won't even know they aren't his!"

That last exchange, one that just confirmed the control Jane had over these women, finally sent her over the edge - there was nothing she liked to hear more than affirmations of her own superiority! Hilting herself, the thick base of her massive meat hugged completely by Gina's pulled-taut lips, she held the woman still as the beginning of her load raced up her cock. Her shaft bulged, stretching out the slut's depths even more, her urethra ballooning and putting new pressure on the woman's engorged clit. With a last jerk of her hips, Jane could feel her cumslit gape open in preparation for the incoming liquid onslaught, which was currently shooting up her cum tunnel.

"Fuck yeah!" she bellowed, the first blast firing from her throbbing crown. She could almost hear her load hitting the back wall of Gina's womb and splashing around her baby-sac, it was released so forcefully from her life-changing member. It alone was enough to cause the woman's stomach to start to sag, the hot, thick goop filling her completely. Jane could feel it whirl around her cock, dousing her rod with her own seed as that initial stream continued to fire from her tan anaconda. Her body spasmed as her opening gout of potent-wrigglers finished its release, the second starting instantaneously after it.

"You're fucking filling me up so much! Holy fuck!"

That she was. The cheating slut's words couldn't have been more true as her stomach began to spread out past her ribs, wobbling back and forth from the sticky ocean growing inside of it. Jane's cock was like a perfect seal to keep all her cum from leaking out, the monstrous appendage girthy enough to plug up any of the women she decided to turn into a living condom for her loads; the only drawback being that she couldn't keep her cock inside of them for her whole orgasm! The point of removal was quickly approaching, and Jane began to get to her feet while still not fully separating her shaft from Gina's pulverized pussy.

Hunched over the woman, she finally pulled her hips all the way back and let her cock out into the open air, a torrential downpour of her frothy progeny following it and pouring onto the now-ruined bedspread. Grappling with her bucking beast, which fired a long stream of white futa-sauce across the ceiling, she pointed it down towards the gasping housewife. Her sperm-stuffed seed-sacks, rumbled against her toned thighs as they pumped another salvo into her cock, the bulging load shooting from her urethra almost as soon as it entered it. Now slightly more under control, Jane was able to send this next helping of her steaming semen onto the housewife's body.

Gina's curly locks were hit first, her head instantaneously plastered against the bed's coverings. Her constant moans were once again muffled as Jane's seed seeped down her face and into her mouth - a snack she gladly slurped up. Jane traced the woman's spine with her cum, firing a straight line of the stuff down her back and onto the crack of her ass. Pumping her cock like a shotgun, the futa blasted each of Gina's fat mounds next, completely drenching them in her goo, the runoff of which leaked into her asshole and already-cum-stuffed pussy. Pushing her cock down, she let the next several shots blast directly into the adultress's white-washed slit, making sure to push the escaping cum back up into her womb.

As her cumshot began to peter out, Jane lazily stroked her giant bitch breaker, letting the remaining dregs – dregs that could fill a pitcher each – land wherever they pleased. The wall and headboard in front of the recently-coupled pair got a lot of it, a proverbial river running down it and saturating the pillows that rested against it. Just as her orgasm was nearly completely finished, something caught the futa's eye: a picture of Gina and her husband, whose name she never bothered to memorize, sat on the nightstand next to the head of the bed. Laughing to herself, she pointed her cock towards the marital photograph and grunted, her abs flexing as she forced one last strong rope out of her glans. Bullseye! It hit the picture dead in its center, sending it careening off the stand and onto the floor, followed by the clear sound of shattering glass.

Gripping her still hard cock, which continued to ooze orgasmic remnants onto the half-awake, twitching housewife, Gina kneeled down and slapped it between her cum-frosted cheeks.

"You're husband won't be home till tonight right? Means we got time for, oh I don't know, a few more good fucks before you have to clean up!"

A moan was the only response she received.

Chapter 5: Success

Summary:

The second session.

Notes:

5th part of the commission! Pretty much all sex this chapter.

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Chapter Text

Sitting at the dining room table, Darla fumbled with her phone as she waited for the inevitable. True to her word, she agreed to another appointment with that woman; true to Johnny's word, he told her far in advance when it would take place, down to the day and time. More prepared this time around, Darla had already changed, although she cursed herself for not going out and buying new workout clothes. Her outfit was much the same as it was before: a skimpy sports bra and a pair of spats. She downed another water bottle as she sat in silence, her throat constantly dry from the anxiety she felt at the coming events of the day.

She was doing this for Johnny, she had to constantly remind herself. Everything before had just been an overreaction, and she was sure her eyes had just been playing tricks on her. There was no way someone could be that… well-endowed, could they? It was embarrassing to admit even to herself, but she thought about it constantly since that day. Darla couldn't get the image of Jane's shorts-covered package out of her mind. It was just so clear through the material, it was like she might have well been wearing nothing at all! Ashamedly, she even pictured it when her and Johnny made love, comparing his own genitals, which she always thought were impressive, to the personal trainer's apparently much bigger set.

Cheeks flush at the thought, she pressed her thighs together, rubbing them up and down against each other. Toying with her top, she noted with more shame that her nipples had grown hard, poking through the material of her sports bra like two little bullets. She took another drink from one of the bottles next to her, downing all of it one gulp. Pressing a hand against her chest, she breathed in deeply, trying to calm herself before Jane showed up; she just needed to stop thinking about it! This time around it would be much better, much easier, and she would endure it and then she could te–

Knock knock .

Knocking over her empty bottle of water in surprise, Darla hopped to her feet. Looking around in a panic, it took several moments for her brain to catch up to her body. She was here! Grabbing her phone and gathering her not-empty bottles of water under her arm, she dashed towards the front door. Slowing down before she reached it, she paused, breathed, and walked at a normal pace in an attempt to maintain some sense of normalcy. Her eyes drifted over the door handle; once she opened it, there was no going back. No denying the person on the other side of it entry into her home. No stopping whatever was in store for her.

She grabbed the handle.

"Hey."

This was the greeting she received. There was no pep in the woman's voice this time, clearly lacking the excitement it had before. Jane's outfit was as appropriate as it was last time, but this time she had worn a loose t-shirt and a pair of baggy sweatpants, most likely in an attempt to shield herself against the colder weather that started to permeate the season. That same water bottle was in her free hand, although her phone was nowhere to be seen. Darla glanced at her face, which was hair free, her curly dirty blonde locks pulled back into a tight ponytail that mirrored the housewife's own.

"Hi. Uh, please come in."

Jane nodded and stepped into the large abode.

"Same room as last time?"

"Um yeah, that works."

Without waiting for further instruction, Jane began to march towards the room, not bothering to follow Darla's lead. Darla shut the door and walked behind her, speeding up her pace in order to catch up. She found herself eyeing the woman's large behind, which even her loose-fitting bottoms couldn't hope to hide; the blonde realized she forgot to sneak a glance at her groin to see if that same bulge was there from before. Reaching the room, Jane went back to the same exercise bike as before and set her bottle down on it, before turning around to look at Darla.

"Alright."

She studied the housewife for a moment.

"Are we gonna have a better session than last time?"

Darla coughed.

"Y-yes of course. I'm sorry about last time. I–" she met Jane's gaze, "I overreacted and I'm sorry for being so rude to you."

"Good."

There was a pause.

"Now let's get started!"

The smile from before returned to her face, her energetic attitude seemingly appearing with Darla's apology. Trying to smile back, Darla set her own things on the floor next to her and walked up to the taller woman. Gulping, she stood at attention and waited for Jane to take the reins. Brown eyes running over the busty blonde's body once more, Jane circled her as she had before, and took position at her back. Grabbing Darla's arms, she put her in the same pose they started with previously, and began to stretch them backward.

"We're gonna start at the same place. I want you to get the full experience first before we move onto other things."

Darla hummed in response, and left her body in the hands of the bottom-heavy woman. Jane maneuvered her through the same routine, twisting her arms and her torso this and that way, pushing the limits of her flexibility; she even encouraged her and talked her through the whole thing, as if their previous unfortunate encounter hadn't occurred. The touching still bothered Darla, she couldn't deny that, but another part of her was fine with it, almost excited , actually, by the personal trainer's professional handling. They even took a break at that same time, both women taking a drink of water during the halt in the workout.

"Alright," Jane set her bottle back down and rolled her shoulders, "I want you to touch your toes again."

Darla raised an eyebrow at her, feeling more like herself again.

"Trust me, it's a good test of your flexibility."

"Okay…" Darla sounded unconvinced, but nevertheless followed her trainers instructions and bent over. Her large breasts got in her way like they did with almost everything , but she still strained her arms as much as she could to reach her sneaker-clad toes. Knees wobbling as she tried to keep them stiff, she sucked in a deep breath, trying to do anything she could to accomplish her goal. Jane stepped in front of her and placed a hand on her back, keeping a bit of distance this time. Pressing down with the slightest amount of strength, she put pressure on the blonde, helping her make that final push.

"There we go, you got it!" Jane praised, peering around her arm at Darla's feet, "Now just hold it for a minute and we can mo–"

And like before, her words were cut off by a pair of hands touching her legs.

Unlike before, it was for an entirely different reason. Darla lost her balance. Her knees gave out as she struggled to hold the position, touching her toes too much of a challenge even with Jane's help. As her legs folded she fell forward, and naturally she put her arms out to catch herself before she hit the ground. Flailing, her hands caught the first thing they touched – Jane's sweatpants. Her fingers dug into the woman's waistband, and without trying, pulled them down as she slipped. By the time she regained her composure and looked up, having landed roughly on her knees, Darla realized she had pantsed her workout partner, her bottoms bunched around her sneakers.

"Oh my God Jane I'm so sorry! I lost my balance and… oh ."

Her voice caught in her throat, because what she was staring at was not Jane's face. The trainer hadn't bothered to cover herself in her now-half-nude state, and her lower half was on full display for the astonished housewife. Her tan legs were toned and muscled, showing off the years of dedication she put into her body - but that wasn't where Darla was looking. Where her eyes fixated was between the woman's thighs, where a simultaneously expected and unexpected surprise waited for her. It confirmed the thought that had been plaguing her for the past week or so, the obsession she hadn't been able to get out of her head ever since she lay on the couch that day and consumed her body weight in sweets.

It was real.

Jane had a penis - no, that wasn't right. Jane had a cock and a pair of hefty balls to match. They hung heavily from her groin, dangling nearly to her knees , waving in the open air now that they had been freed from their cloth-confines. Darla compared them to Johnny's own package, the one she knew more intimately than any other in her life, and there was no comparison; even flaccid, it was at least twice as long as her husband was hard, and just as thick if not more so. Veins laced its length from top to bottom, and her softball-sized testicles looked like they were straining against the sack that held them, clearly filled to the brim with unbridled potency. As tanned as the rest of the dirty blonde's skin and hairless, it was the most masculine thing the housewife had ever seen, and she couldn't take her eyes off of it!

It was just so big ! Darla wasn't sure how such a thing could belong to any human being, but here it was, as real as the day was long. It sagged under its own extreme mass, not anything like Johnny's soft penis, which stuck out from his nest of pubes like a little sausage! If it was because of her own staring or the fact that it was finally free, Darla wasn't sure, but she watched as Jane's cock visibly lurched , gaining another inch in length in an instant. The blonde housewife had to raise a hand to her mouth and wipe away a sliver of drool that formed at the corner of her lush pink lips; that hunk of girl meat just looked so good!

"Jane I, uh," Darla finally managed to look past the virile package of her fantasies and up to Jane, who had her hands planted on her hips as she stared down with a knowing look on her face, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that."

Jane chuckled at the housewife's apology.

"Riiiight. Sure you just didn't want to see it after last time?"

"No I just slipped and you were the first thing I could grab and it was an accident I didn't mea–"

"Well here," the futa reached out and yanked Darla's head by a handful of her golden locks, "let me help you get a closer look!"

Not given a chance to protest, the busty housewife found her face mashed into Jane's giant junk. The futa used her visage like a towel, wiping it across her growing sexual mass to soak up all the sweat that had accumulated on it from her daily workouts. Darla put her hands against Jane's muscled thighs, but didn't try to resist the futa's sudden actions; she steadied herself instead, using the added leverage to bury herself deeper between the personal trainer's legs. She could hear Jane let out a grunt of approval, her grip on Darla's hair tightening.

Besides the sheer enormity of the sweaty mass encompassing her features, the first thing Jane noticed about it was its temperature; it was so hot it felt like it was cooking her skin! The whole thing radiated an intense heat, enough to cause sweat to form on Darla's brow just from touching it. It was clear why: such a massive member would need extreme amounts of blood to keep it erect, something that was slowly occurring as it started to throb against the blonde's cheek. That wasn't even speaking of the futa's cum factories, which were like a pair of mini-boilers themselves, the audible churning of the seed within them enough to humidify the air around them.

Darla took a deep breath, her first in what felt like minutes , her orifices sucking in as much air as they could. What they received, however, was a tainted version of the normally floral, cleanly scent that wafted through the housewife's home. As soon as Jane's pants had fallen, a primal musk filled the space where she stood, and Darla received a mind-numbing dose of the stuff. It wasn't a bad or dirty smell by any means; in fact the futa's personal perfume was intoxicating . The smell was like bottled, concentrated masculinity that someone had just injected straight into the blonde's brain, causing her thoughts to fog over and arousal to shoot through her being. Darla didn't hesitate to take another deep whiff of it.

While the futa's girthy sausage snaked down the side of her face and onto her neck, Darla took her time really enjoying the feeling of those baby makers rubbing against her. She buried her nose in them, sliding it across the rough container that struggled to hold the massive orbs. Pursing her lips, she planted kisses on the surface of the wrinkly sack, trying to cover every inch of them in loving, saliva-soaked marks; Darla didn't know where this sudden infatuation with these sperm-makers came from, only ever touching Johnny's when she was feeling generous, but she felt compelled to worship the futa's like she never had before.

Watching her new slut work on her package was a thing of joy for Jane. She honestly hadn't expected the day to go like this and had planned on only doing a normal, plain as day workout session with the busty housewife, but who was she to pass up such an opportunity!? There was a unique sensation of accomplishment she got in conquering a woman who denied her so rudely before, and it was almost enough to make her cock stiffen on its own. Almost . Someone like Jane, the well-hung, virile futanari that she was, needed a bit more stimulation than that to reach her full mast!

Taking matters into her own hands, Jane grabbed her shaft at its base and lifted it from the side of Darla's face. Giving it several strokes, but not letting her fingers travel all the way up her member, she let the upper half of it flop on the top of the housewife's head. She continued to jerk it like this, rubbing the underside of her mighty pole into the blonde's hair, who was currently full-on sucking on her meaty globes at this point. Precum had begun to drip from her tip from the dual-stimulation, the off-white droplets soaking into the slut's locks. Jane let this scene play out for several more minutes.

Using the grip she had never loosened on Darla's mane, Jane ripped her head from her exposed package.

"So you decided to be a good girl I see!" Jane mocked the cock-drunk blonde, rubbing her cock over her half-lidded eyes.

"I-I yes," Darla panted with her tongue out like a dog, "I shouldn't have been so rude before. I didn't know!"

"Well now you do!"

Bringing her hips back, Jane held her cock by its center and shoved it between Darla's lips! The fat head pierced her plush cock pillows, forcing them to spread around the girthy helmet as it tunneled between her cheeks. The housewife gagged, her hands flying towards the futa's meaty shaft, wrapping around its base. Fingers struggling to reach all the way around it, her wedding ring catching the light, causing a glint to shine on the awesome appendage, Darla did her best to hold it still as she tried to get used to such a thick kielbasa being suddenly fed to her, but Jane didn't relent; she swirled her glans and several inches of her length below it in the blonde's maw, soaking it with her oral secretions. The futa tapped her tip against the entrance of Darla's throat in preparation for what the busty woman should expect.

It was so big ! Touching and feeling it inside of her were like two entirely different experiences. Sure it felt giant when it was in her hands and pressing against her head, but having it in her mouth made it seem ten times as large! The head alone was enough to cause the sides of her face to bulge, the fleshy crown flattening her tongue and straining her jaw, and the more of it the futa speared into between her soft cock pillows, the more the truth of its size began to truly dawn on the housewife. After she was done twisting her cock back and forth in Darla's mouth, Jane held her beast still, and then did it begin to really grow.

Darla attempted to roll the soft, veiny slab around her mouth using her tongue like she would a normal dick, but found due to its gargantuan nature, the best she could do was bat her miniscule pink appendage at its underside like she was licking a popsicle. She found she couldn't even really suck it, it stretched her mouth so much, relegated instead to doing an awkward 'huffing' movement in order to stimulate the monstrous member. Jane didn't seem to mind her struggles, and simply held Darla's head still, not letting her move at all as she struggled to please her bitch breaker.

Because Jane didn't need to do anything to make her cock snake its way into the voluptuous woman's throat.

While Darla's efforts to please her mountain of girl meat were understandably lackluster, the warm, moist cave of the housewife's cock holster was enough to get her going. Jane's colossus fattened first, filling the blonde's mouth to the brim. Once her lips looked like they might rip from the futa's enlarged bludgeon did she feel it start to lengthen as well. Several inches were added on to its already-incredible expanse, pushing it past Darla's tongue down to her tonsils ; if the orally-speared woman could have retched she would, but only a light choking sound came from her plugged orifice. Her throat bulged around the ginormous invader, the outline of Jane's fleshy bell clear in her neck.

Now that her cock was firmly lodged into her new slut's body, Jane took a more active approach in the pleasure she was receiving. Yanking Darla's head back until the ridge of her glans distorted her lips, she stared at the housewife's face, whose own eyes were spinning as they tried to look across the barrel of the futa's cum cannon. Smirking, the personal trainer's bicep flexed, the muscle bulging out her otherwise-thin arm, and then drove Darla's head forward. Her formerly wandering baby-blues shot open as wide as they could go, shooting upward to look at the person who had just so roughly impaled her without warning.

"This is what you wanted," Jane taunted, shaking Darla's head back and forth, "this is what you asked for!"

Obviously Darla wasn't able to respond vocally, but she tried to tighten her grip on the base of Jane's shaft, to squeeze it to show her oral discomfort; but she ran into a new problem. In its half-erect state, it was too hard for the blonde's fingers to even make an impression in the skin of the futa's members. It was like trying to dent a steel bar - impossible. The housewife had no choice but to permit herself to being used a human sex toy for the futa's use, something she had wanted since she first saw the impression of it in her shorts all those days ago; Darla just wished she could have been a little more in control!

Never the most patient person in the world, Jane started pulling Darla's head back and forth without giving the blonde a chance to get used to her massive meat. A gagging sound filled the air as her head was shaken up and down the futa's granite-tough monolith, her golden strands of hair flying, whipping around face and brushing against the toned trainer's shaft. Saliva and precum poured from the corners of her lips that weren't completely corked with corpulent cock, falling in long strings onto her valley of cleavage and soaking her thin sports bra. Gouts of spittle drenched Jane's jackhammer, giving it a sheen that reflected the glare of the ceiling lights.

"You've got a tight throat Darla. Can't wait to feel the rest of you!"

Eyes widening once more, the full weight of Jane's words struck the stuck-blonde; of course they were gonna have sex. This futanari stranger was gonna use the biggest dick she'd ever seen and fuck her with it! What should have been a horrifying thought was instead the most arousing concept that had ever passed through Darla's brain, and her panties moistened immediately. She couldn't see it, the considerable width of Jane's pillar blocking the view of anything below it, but there was an obvious dark spot that had formed on the front of her spats. Jane didn't notice either, her head thrown back as she pumped her cock faster and faster into Darla's gullet.

Jane's growth felt never ending. Darla swore the futa's crown was nearly in her stomach it extended so far down her throat. Every time she felt like she was being face fucked closer to the root of this ridiculuous redwood, it only seemed to get further away. Her lips were spread painfully, and her neck felt like it might burst if the cock inside of it grew any more. The futa standing above her never slowed her thrusting of her head either, her stamina as endless as her cock, another sign that her dedication to her body wasn't just for show! She was like a paragon of sexuality in Darla's eyes, with her fit form and pendulous package, and the housewife felt blessed to be able to worship her.

It was almost time to move onto the main show.

Her spit-soaked shaft had reached its peak, and her balls felt tight against her leathery sack, like they were trying to tear through it to deliver their payload themselves; but Darla's belly was not where Jane wanted to plant her seed. With one last push, she forced the housewife's face as far down as it would go, taking nearly two-thirds of her massive pole, and held it there. Watching as the blonde's normally-pale visage grew red and tears formed in her eyes, Jane kept the woman there until she was satisfied that her cock had been properly lubed. Letting go of Darla's hair, she waited for the woman to pull herself off, but that didn't happen. The blonde seemed content to choke herself on the futa's rod, her hands holding onto the half a foot and more she couldn't swallow. Eyebrow raising, Jane placed her palm on the housewife's sweaty forehead and pushed her off her pole.

"A greedy little slut aren't you?"

There was no response. Darla had fallen onto her back, her limbs splayed out except for one hand which rubbed at her neck as she coughed up spit and precum into the air. Her nostrils flared as she tried to suck in the oxygen she had denied herself in favor of cock, her moist chest heaving as she tried to breathe. As her vision began to return, she was once again greeted by the sight of Jane's cock, the futa having crouched over her prone body. Several wet slaps stopped her as she tried to sit up, the meaty, finally-fully-hard shaft beating against her face with unrelenting force; Darla winced at the powerful pounds, the futa's cock tough enough to be considered an actual weapon.

"You did a pretty good job for your first time sucking a real cock," Jane complimented, still smacking her soaked spire between Darla's eyes, spraying her potent pre-ejaculate everywhere "I think you deserve a reward."

Leaning back, the hung futanari slipped her free hand into Darla's workout pants. Exploring with her strong fingers, the smile on her face grew wider at discovering the housewife's damp evidence of arousal. Nudging her thin panties to the side, Jane slipped a finger into the blonde's dripping slit, her thumb pressing into her engorged clit. Working both in tandem, Jane watched as Darla moaned under the bludgeon thumping against her face, her hips bucking against the futa's digits. Her finger-led ministrations made quick progress on the woman with an expertise crafted from years of practice on innumerable others, a gush of feminine juices soaking her palm in mere minutes.

Jane brought the orgasm-drenched appendage to her face.

"That was pretty quick honey," she hummed, sliding her tongue across one of her fingers, "hubby not giving you the attention you deserve?

"No, not–never like that!"

"That's what I thought."

Grinning cockily at the stay-at-home wife, Jane lifted herself from her soft torso. Taking a step back, she bent over and pressed her fist against Darla's spats-covered crotch, rubbing her knuckles into the dark spot left by her juices; the busty woman thrust her hips out, trying to extract as much extra pleasure as she could. Jane unclenched her hand, spread her fingers, and grabbed as much of the stretchy fabric that covered the housewife's lower half as she could. With a grunt, she wrenched her handful of cloth outward, tearing it, along with Darla's panties, from her groin. The futa tossed the tattered scraps behind her.

Jane wasn't sure she'd ever seen such an appetizing pussy.

It was a small, almost virginal looking thing. The lips were red with arousal, but they still pressed tight against each other forming what looked like a nearly impenetrable gate. The entire mound glistened with her own aroused secretions, a sliver of her feminine honey sliding down its sealed slit. It was hairless, something Jane had expected from what she'd learnt of Johnny, and it contrasted nicely against the parts of her smooth, pale thighs that peaked out from her ruined clothing. Darla's clit, which the futa had worked only moments before, poked out from its tiny hood, its diminutive size matching the rest of her sex. Jane licked her lips, the temptation to dive between the housewife's thick legs strong, but she knew that would have to wait. There was a part of her that was even hungrier .

Gathering Darla's legs up in her arms, she held them up to her chest as she shimmied her hips in order to line her oversized organ up with its new home. Pressing her giant glans up against that appetizing cunt, the futa swiveled it back and forth, smearing it with her own potent goo. Darla sucked in a deep breath at the feeling, hips jerking, trying to match Jane's movements while also forcing her cock into her. Tightening her hold on the blonde's calves, Jane spread them until she could see Darla's face, whose own vision was locked onto the place of potential penetration.

"Ready?" Jane asked simply.

"P-please!" Darla howled with obvious need.

Features twisting in concentration, Jane thrust forward. Her cockhead bashed against Darla's pussy - but it didn't go in. It slid through her slickness, barreling up her stomach and bumping into one of her sports bra-clad breasts. She was too tight! Shaking her head in amazement, Jane repositioned herself, bringing her enormous member back to its starting position. Carefully this time, she nudged her tip between Darla's lower, plump lips, spreading them first. Once her cock was kissing the housewife's entrance, her urethra perfectly aligned with a hole that mirrored it in size, she shoved herself forward.

Success!

Less than half of her bigger-than-a-fist sized head entered the big-titted blonde, but regardless, it was in . Jane could see and feel Darla's sex stretching around her ridiculous mass of fuckmeat, the lips of her pussy grasping her like an ill-fitting glove. After taking a minute to relish in the feeling of finally getting to conquer the formerly-resistant housewife's cunt, Jane huffed, and thrust again. Stabbing her massive member deeper this time, her entire crown dug into Darla's depths, the turgid rim distending her lower lips even further . The apparently-neglected blonde howled once more, her entire body convulsing like she was having a seizure.

She had never experienced anything like it before.

It was so big ! Darla had never had the joy of knowing the miracle of childbirth, unfortunately , but she could only imagine this is what it felt like - pain and all. It hurt – like hell, in fact – but the pleasure overrode the intense discomfort she was suffering through. The housewife imagined this was what it was like to be fisted with both hands, and if it was in any way similar, she should have asked Johnny to do it a long time ago! The futa's amazing, magnificent cock was stimulating and touching her inner nerve endings like nothing had before, Darla's immediate orgasm proof of that.

She was practically pissing arousal at Jane's second skewering, a fountain of her clear juices, launching from the top of her dilated slit directly onto the beast ruining it. Her orgasm hadn't even finished yet and the futa had already started barrelling her behemoth forward, pushing the first of many inches of calf-thick cock into her. Veins scraped against her cunt walls, adding to the ecstasy she was lost in. It could have been her mind playing tricks on her, but it seemed like Jane had already hit a point deeper than Johnny ever had, and the futa was just getting started! The thought of this woman emasculating her husband so easily made her launch into another climax, this one coming out like a broken sprinkler, dousing her legs along with the futa's bitch breaker.

It was astounding that Jane wasn't even really fucking her yet, instead just nudging her dick forward little by little. This slow style penetration was still better than any sex Darla had had before, and it only got better the more cock crammed into her. Afraid to look across her stomach, her bleary vision filled by the white ceiling above her, the blonde could only guess how much cock had entered her so far; she knew it was less than it felt, and the thought both excited and terrified her. Jane's consistent march forward was suddenly halted by her hitting something inside of Darla, the housewife gasping at the feeling.

"What…" Darla raised herself on her arms to look at the futa, "what was that? Is that as far as you can go?"

Jane's own eyes were completely focused on their congregated genitals, but she glanced towards the blonde's face with a mischievous smile.

"No slut, that was just the beginning."

Pulling back until only her tip remained inserted, Jane looked back down, and pistoned her cock back into her new plaything. Her helmet bashed against Darla's cervix, the 'something' she had touched before, a something she was very familiar with and the housewife wasn't. She didn't stop there, however, and made sure to put extra speed into her ramming motion so that her cock would burst through the entrance to Darla's womb. Her labors bore fruit, her mammoth hunk of meat battering the wall apart, and digging straight into the place no dick was meant to touch. Jane held Darla still while she twisted and writhed against her, this new sensation too much for her body to handle.

Flexing her cock inside of the housewife, Jane shifted it around, stretching the woman's insides even further; God, even her womb felt tighter than normal! The clutch it had on her ponderous pole coerced a large blast of her precum to shoot from her tip, dousing Darla's insides with their first taste of the futa's seed. It wouldn't be the last. Adjusting to the extreme compression the busty blonde's baby room had on her shaft, Jane pulled back until her crown was straining her destroyed cervix, and with a grunt, thrust it back in until it dented the back wall deeper into her body.

"Oh my God!"

Darla's scream was the first response the futa had gotten since pounding so deeply into her. Not to anyone's surprise, it was also accompanied by another orgasm, her distended love tunnel constricting Jane's stupendous snake like a vice. The personal trainer could feel her bulbous balls almost rumble with climactic intent, their desire to unleash their payload into the housewife's confines incredibly strong. But Jane resisted. Deciding Darla had enough time to get used to her hyper-sized endowment, she began to thrust into her at a steady pace, reaming and coring out her most inner depths with her weapon of sexual destruction.

Keeping a good rhythm, Jane pistoned her hips at the buxom beauty below her. Her hard thighs pressed into Darla's much softer pair, using them like a trampoline to bounce off of on each thrust. Her colossal cum factories scraped against the cold ground, swaying with her movements and bounding into Darla's ass, slapping into it over and over again. Her precum was flowing openly now, lining the housewife's womb in their essence, giving her a taste of her future; her stomach bulged from this mixture of the futa's awesome ambrosia and mega member, pressing the skin out, the outline moving closer and closer to her bouncing breasts.

Darla was in her own little world.

A haze had overtaken her senses from her constant consecutive climaxes. Each one muddled her mind and weakened her body a little more, changing her sense of self with every second that passed, reforming her existence into the perfect receptacle for Jane to use and abuse as she pleased. The area around her ass was literally flooded with her juices, her lower half sliding back and forth across it, her ruined spats failing to mop up the excessive liquid. Head lolled to the side and eyes rolled into the back of her head, Darla had lost awareness of anything except the futa's rampaging rod and the effect it was having on her being. This latent sexual awakening was something she could have never dreamed of, but it was still happening right here and now!

The titanic tool drilling into her core was all she was able to focus on, and just barely at that. It felt like it was poking at her heart , and Darla swore she could feel it pressing against her breasts with every thrust. What should have been an impossibility was without a doubt a reality, even if she didn't have the energy to look up and confirm it; she was certain that Jane's amazing appendage could touch any place inside of her that it wanted! And she wasn't complaining - she wouldn't ever complain if she could get fucked like this whenever she wanted too! Riding out another orgasm, a guttural groan flying from her lips, she suddenly became aware that Jane had really sped up her fucking, her cock hurling in and out of her.

Practically throwing herself at the busty blonde, Jane huffed as she powerfucked her grandiose dick into her new slut's gaped hole. Rutting like a dog in heat, she jerked her hips in short, quick thrusts, keeping the majority of her cock sheathed inside of the housewife. Her muscles flexed and strained as much as her monster did, her whole body tense as she gave Darla her all; the broken faucet the blonde called a pussy helped make the coupling easier, providing more than adequate lubrication for the futa's stiff pole. Jane was grunting continuously as she rearranged Darla's body, putting her all into making sure she would never forget their first – first of many – time together.

She was getting close.

As much as Jane wanted to draw the entire session out as much as she could, her cum factories were more than ready to unleash their potent product. They rumbled between her legs strongly enough to almost vibrate her entire body, their constant gurgles like screams of need for release. She could see the veins across her shaft grow more defined in preparation for her coming load, readying themselves for the extra flow of blood needed to bring her cock to its maximum size. Almost like her package was reading her mind, her balls started to lift towards her groin, her dick thickening in turn, an extra step needed to make sure all her cum would be able to fit inside of her fleshy hose.

"Get ready," Jane warned from between gritted teeth, "I'm almost there."

Darla bolted up suddenly, an action that almost caused the futa to lose her tempo.

"You're gonna, um," Darla panted, the words coming out awkward, distorted by her throes of ecstasy, "c-cum?"

"That's right!"

The futa almost laughed at the housewife's obvious enthusiasm.

"Are you… are you gonna orgasm inside of me?" she asked, her voice shaky but hopeful, "Are you gonna get me pregnant?"

"No." Jane replied curtly, before a smile touched her lips, "Not today , at least. We'll save that for another time."

The futa's words caused Darla to launch into the biggest orgasm of her entire life, bigger than any she had had the whole day. Jolts of electric pleasure coursed through her being, sending her falling flat on her back. Her legs and arms shook, spittle flew from her lips, her eyes turned completely white; if Jane didn't know any better, she would have thought the housewife was having a seizure . The sight of the buxom woman deriving so much sexual joy from just the idea of getting pregnant pushed the futa over the edge, and she quickly pulled out of Darla's spraying slit, rushing to her feet.

Finding her balance only took a second before Jane hunched over, her fists flying across her shaft. Urethra bulging as the first gout of cum wormed its way up its distended length, her balls pulled tight against it, forcing the futa's legs apart with their melon-like width. Veins pulsing angrily like they wanted to be free from the thick skin that contained them, her entire cock had darkened, her glans taking on the same color as a Cabernet. Grunting loudly, Jane's abs flexed and her cheeks turned pink as she finally began to cum.

Yawning like a mouth, her cum cavern released the first blast of her gooey progeny. Her initial shot started high, missing Darla's head and coating the floor behind her; luckily, Jane's loads came out in streams rather than ropes! Adjusting her aim, she managed to hit the housewife right between her rolled-back eyes, immediately covering her features in a mask of white. Darla barely reacted, still too out of it from her last mind-wiping climax, but her head still instinctively turned to the side, causing her hair and the side of her face to be blasted. While her visage was being rendered unrecognizable, her locks were matted to the ground, keeping her stuck in place.

Jane's dense progeny drenched Darla's neck before reaching her breasts. The huge hidden mounds on her chest wobbled as they were struck by the futa's liquid onslaught, nearly bouncing out of her sports bra from the force. Jane focused on this area, letting her first and second salvos explode across the housewife's bust, piling it high with her creamy virility. The runoff piled around her body, creating an outline of her form in white like a perverse version of the chalk markings around a dead body. Her pale stomach was drenched next, the futa's cum nearly blending in with her normally muted skin tone.

Zeroing in on that irresistibly pink pussy the housewife possesed, Jane let her load fire onto it, taking care not to let it blast directly into her distended hole. Darla clearly enjoyed the sensation, her body shaking at the extra stimulation, her cunt convulsing from the burning cascade pouring over it. The already-destroyed spats that still clung to her thighs were splattered with the splash back, dregs of the futa's pearly essence lining her legs. Jane continued to hose down the cum-covered woman in the same general area, creating rivulets that ran across the floor around them.

Straining once more, Jane wrapped both hands around her shaft, her fingers barely meeting around it, below the enormous ridge of her glans, and squeezed. Her flow of cum stopped, the underpass on the underside of her tower engorged grotesquely with her backed up seed. Waddling, Jane stepped over Darla, careful not to slip in her own mess, until she was standing over her face. Body shaking as she tried to restrain her loaded weapon, she squatted and pointed her cock downward until the helmet hovered above the housewife's lips. In quick succession, Jane released her hold on her cock, yanked Darla's cum-soaked head upward and pressed her lips against her detonating urethra.

"Drink."

Whether the housewife actually heard her or not, she wasn't sure, but her lush lips still opened to accept the meaty invader. Darla's cheeks immediately ballooned with Jane's streaming hot sperm, jets of it flying from her nose onto the top of the futa's beast and spraying from the corners of her lips. Jane couldn't help pumping her hips at the housewife's features, half of her crown lodging itself into her mouth as the blonde's head was rattled against the floor. The personal trainer's gushing load continued to inject directly into Darla's stomach, beams of her salty sludge shooting straight down her throat. Her orgasm still hadn't slowed, each shot as big as the last as her progeny makers worked overtime to wring every last ounce of cum from their corpulence.

Barely conscious of what was going on, Darla sucked and sucked and sucked down Jane's tasty offering. Unable to open her eyes from the futa's first firing that still glued them shut, she let her continue to completely control her body, using it as she saw fit. Over and over again Jane's cock expelled more of her rich protein into her gullet, her output seemingly never ending as she filled the blonde's stomach to bloating. While she couldn't see it, Darla certainly could feel how much her midsection had grown from all of Jane's cum, the top of her tummy pressing against the underside of her large breasts.

Her orgasms always felt like they took an eternity to finish, but that wasn't something Jane would ever complain about. When they finally did end, her cock still leaked a steady river of seed for minutes after, and it took several sessions for her libido to even begin to be satiated. She could feel her streams die down to mere spurts, each smaller but still huge salvo coating the insides of Darla's mouth. Reaching down, she wiped some of the cum off of her new slut's face, until it was clear enough that they could look into each other's eyes. Tapping Darla's face until she looked up at her, Jane smiled back down at her, a smile that screamed "I won", her features twisted into a cocky kind of smugness.

"So honey," Jane purred, stroking her cock more slowly this time around, "are you ready to continue your workout?"

Darla nodded, barely listening, too busy drinking that delicious nectar straight from its source.

Chapter 6: The Truth Comes Out

Summary:

The truth is revealed for several people

Notes:

6th part of the commission! More sex, and several characters get a revelation.

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Chapter Text

Life had not been perfect recently.

Johnny sped down the highway, his fingers gripping the steering wheel hard enough to cause his hands to shake. Another tenant of his was giving him trouble, bothering him everyday, morning and night, about a broken heater. Complaining that his wife was cold and that the frosty temperature wasn't good for their newborn; Johnny didn't really give a fuck about their baby, they could just buy a space heater if it was that much of a problem! But just like that bitch from before, he threatened to withhold rent money if the problem wasn't solved, so Johnny had to drive his ass halfway across town just to assess the issue and figure out how much it was gonna cost him to get it fixed. People just didn't know how to be self-sufficient these days!

Things had been weird at home lately as well, only adding to his constant aggravation. Darla was more or less the same, cooking and cleaning and such - hell, the house had never looked so immaculate. She was even seeing that personal trainer regularly, and Jane's visits definitely showed results; his wife's body had never looked tighter, and even her skin seemed smoother and shinier! Her behavior had been a little out of the ordinary, a certain distance in the way she acted and talked to him, like her mind was elsewhere, but he just chalked it up to feminine hormones or that time of the month that made women unbearable. All those things should have indicated that his home life was as satisfying as it always was, but there was something off. Something incredibly frustrating. Something he never thought he would have to deal with.

Darla was barely sleeping with him.

In the past month they had only had sex a handful of times! Every single time he had tried to put the moves on his wife, or plainly tell her he wanted to have sex, she almost always had a reason not to. Some were typical woman complaints, like having a headache, her period, or being tired from a long day, but even when it wasn't those it was always something . Soreness from her workouts was a big excuse she used, something Johnny thought was completely bullshit, but other instances involved her claiming she simply wasn't in the "mood" like that meant anything! He'd tried his usual tactics of mild threats of withholding her spending money or not buying her something she had her eye on, but that wasn't working like it always did. Hell, Johnny had even gone out of his way to buy her her favorite flowers and chocolates, and still he got nothing in return.

Even when they did have sex, things were different than they were before. People could say a lot of things about Johnny, but one thing they couldn't claim was that he didn't know what he was doing between the sheets! He prided himself on being able to please any partner, Darla included of course, which is why his many unfaithful trysts were as successful as they were. But the past few times they'd done the dirty deed, it was like he might as well have not even been there. He put in his strokes, worked his usual magic, and still nothing. His wife seemed uninterested in the whole affair, and he could tell she was faking it with him, something he was sure she'd never done in the past. Not only that but she felt… different down there. Not as tight, not as warm, not as good as she had before. Johnny didn't know if it was due to her getting older or what, but he was not a fan of this development!

Worst of all, he couldn't satiate his lust with other women. None of the women he'd slept with in the neighborhood returned his calls or texts anymore, leaving him high and dry in that department. Johnny even… even went against his personal preferences and tried to contact the pregnant ones – not that there were many left in their little suburb who weren't with child – and still he got no response. Just seeing all the pregnant wives walking around the streets, bloated with spawn, waddling and rubbing their taut stomachs that pushed out their sundresses and shirts, caused Johnny to shudder on the regular. Although Darla's behavior had been strange lately, at least she wasn't somehow pregnant. A small blessing, and one he counted on the daily whenever he heard of another woman living near him getting knocked up.

To his embarrassment, he had even taken to taking care of himself in private. That's right, him, Johnny fucking Chesterton masturbating in secret in the bathroom like he was a teenager again! It was shameful! Johnny couldn't remember the last time he had to jerk himself off, it had been so long - certainly pre-marriage. It was always in the morning, when Darla was already awake and getting everything ready for the day, that he would do it. Turning on the shower to drown out the noise and sitting on the toilet, phone in one hand his dick in the other. Thank God for the internet making the whole process easier and more bearable; things had come a long way from when he had to steal his father's nudie mags whenever he wasn't around! That still didn't make the situation any better though.

All of this led to Johnny doing what he hadn't done in ages: going to the bar by himself. He went with the other fellas in the neighborhood sometimes, an outing just for the guys to kick back and complain about their jobs and nagging significant others. It was always a good time, having a few cold beers and watching sports with no women around. The bar even catered to guys like him, older gentlemen who just needed to get away, so the clientele was of the same sort - regular guys who needed time away from home. He didn't make a habit of going and drinking alone there, but the thought of being home with Darla acting so off and aloof caused a douse of anger to rise in his cheeks - she would just have to deal with him being late for dinner!

Pulling up to the parking lot, Johnny parked away from the rest of the cars, not wanting to chance some drunkard bumping into his much more expensive ride. Before he got out and headed inside, he slipped off his wedding ring and did the usual preparations he did when he went anywhere without Darla - a few sprays of cologne, a loosening of his tie, and some quick comb-throughs of his slicked back hair. These were just in case he ran into a woman drinking by herself, never one to pass up the opportunity to sample something new on the side. Flashing his crooked teeth in his rearview and winking at himself, Johnny got out of his BMW and headed into the establishment.

Opening the front door, Johnny stepped in, pausing at the entrance to scan the sparse crowd of day drinkers; not a woman in sight unfortunately, just the usual group of single men. His vision did fall onto a familiar face though: Robert. Sitting at the bar by himself, a tall glass of murky yellow liquid in front of him, his eyes glued to the baseball game on one of the mounted TVs. Not who Johnny really wanted to find, but any company would do today. Waltzing over, Johnny pulled up the stool next to the other husband, clapping him on the back to announce his presence. Robert nearly fell out of his seat, yelping at the sudden interruption.

"Scare ya Robert?" Johnny teased, sitting down and waving over the bartender.

"Oh hey Johnny," Robert replied, not turning towards him, "didn't see you there."

Johnny ordered a beer before responding.

"Yeah didn't have much else to do today, figured I'd stop in for a quick drink."

"Oh uh, yeah me too…" he took a large chug of his drink and looked down at the bar top, not making eye contact with his new drinking partner.

"So uh, how are you?" Johnny asked cautiously, taking in his friend's downtrodden look.

"I've been better."

"That right? Trouble at home? I know you got some more rugrats on the way - that can't be easy."

Robert's hands began to shake.

"Well…" he continued to stare but not really look at the polished wood, "do you remember what I mentioned at the BBQ?"

Johnny did.

"Refresh me. Feels like that was a year ago!"

"I said I thought Maggy was cheating on me."

Whole body tensing, Johnny gripped his glass tighter, his thin bicep flexing under his suit sleeve.

"Yeah yeah, I think I remember you saying something about that."

"I was right."

Johnny didn't reply. The tension between them could be cut with a knife, the air filled with a silent foreboding. Sipping his drink, he prepared for the worst. It didn't matter if it had been more than half a year since he'd seen Maggy, cheating was cheating, and that kind of betrayal struck deep. Robert wasn't a temperamental man - at least not as far as he knew – but Johnny still had to ready himself for what could come. You couldn't predict what any man would do in this kind of situation. Johnny had some size on him, and the people around him would hopefully help if it turned into a fight, at least he hoped. What a fucking time for this to be sprung on him, of all the God damn days. This was not what he needed right now! Johnny downed half of his beer before further broaching the subject.

"Shit Robert, that's terrible. Who did you uh," he paused, trying to find the right question to ask first, "how'd you find out?"

Robert's head turned slowly towards him, his features shadowed with defeat.

"I caught her."

Oh shit .

"Oh? Did you go through her phone or something?"

"I wish it was just that," Robert wetted his throat with the rest of his alcoholic beverage, immediately motioning to the man behind the bar for another, "but no. I walked in on it."

"You saw her with another man!?"

Now Johnny was feeling a different kind of panic. She had found someone else!?

"No… not a man."

What!?

"Oh shit Robert, I didn't know Maggy liked women. Never took her for a dy–"

"Not a woman either."

"What?" Johnny questioned, visibly confused now. Was she fucking a dog or something!?

"I don't know what you'd call her, but it was a woman with a dick."

"A woman with a dick? Like a tranny?"

"I don't know. I never took her for one. She always looked like a regular female to me, but she had a dick and it was so - she was on the couch with Maggy and–"

Robert didn't finish his sentence, tears welling in eyes. He looked into the mouth of his glass, salty droplets falling into it, his whole body trembling as he relived the memory. Johnny stared back at him, stunned. Maggy was cheating on him with a shemale!? More importantly, she wasn't fucking him to fuck some guy pretending to a girl!? Struggling to process the concept, Johnny went back to his own beer, taking a long gulp of the bitter liquid. He watched the players on the television above him, trying to figure out his own thoughts. This was certainly not what he expected, but at least he could rest easy knowing Robert hadn't learned about his own tryst with his wife.

"Jesus Christ Robert, that's terrible. Are you gonna get a divorce?"

The other husband shook his head.

"I don't think so. I– we never signed a prenup. With her being pregnant and the way the courts are and everything, she'd take me for everything I had, I'm sure of it. I don't think I would come out the winner if I tried."

"But she's cheating on you! That puts you in the right here! And not to uh, worsen the situation, but you don't even know if the baby she's pregnant with is yours."

"I know I know!" Robert was actively sobbing now and he threw up his hands in act of dramatic hysterics, "But who's gonna believe that the personal trainer she's fucking has a dick!?"

Johnny dropped his glass, the base slamming into the bar counter loudly, the beer sloshing over the rim.

"What did you say?"

"She's fucking Jane! She's cheating on me with the fucking woman I pay for her to see! All right under my nose. God damn it Johnny I don't know what to do."

"You-you're sure it's Jane?" Johnny's tanned face had turned ghostly, his eyes bulging in their sockets, "It isn't someone else?"

"It's her!" Robert turned towards Johnny, his face soaked by his sadness, "I walked in on them hav– in the act. In my own home ! I saw everything. It couldn't be anyone else!"

Johnny stood up so quickly he knocked his stool to the floor. Casting another panicked glance at the crying man, he spun around and stormed out of the bar without a word, barging through the door so hard it rattled . Practically running to his car, he pulled out his phone as he went, his fingers quivering as he dialed Darla's number; the line rang several times before going to voicemail, the sound of his wife's sweet voice reciting her personal greeting filling his ear. Tossing the device onto the passenger seat, he started his vehicle, accidentally jerking it forward in his haste, the front bumper scraping against the curb, before he managed to put it in reverse with a series of curses. Swerving wildly, he drove out of the parking lot and zoomed back home, doing well over the speed limit.

Serpentining through traffic, his mind raced faster than his car. All the women in the neighborhood who were pregnant were seeing that personal trainer, at least as far as he knew from chatting with his fellow husbands. Darla had been having regular sessions with Jane for a month or so after she had first tantrum about the woman's behavior - right, she had mentioned Jane had been inappropriate during their workout and that's why she didn't want to see her! But he… he'd convinced her to give it another shot. Shit! And that's when things started to change. That's when she had started acting differently around the house. Being weird around him and, fuck, limping on the days the trainer had been over! Johnny had chalked it up to her being weak and the workouts being intensive but now he wasn't so sure. It couldn't just be a coincidence that that's when their sex life had taken a turn for the worst as well! Everything was adding up perfectly, and the answer wasn't one he would have guessed in a million years.

It was all starting to make sense.

…

"Oh fuck Jane, you're so fucking big!"

Darla screamed these words into the air as she rode the futa's monstrous member. Her hips gyrated rapidly as she grinded atop Jane's body, their groins married in unholy matrimony. Her bed – her and Johnny's bed – rocked back and forth from their passionate love-making, the four-poster frame shaking and banging against the wall. Darla was using her body for all it was worth to please the dirty blonde personal trainer below her, taking her cock to the hilt, filling herself completely and utterly with its enormity. It was a Herculean effort just to take the tip of it between her tight folds, not even mentioning the rest of the meaty monstrosity, but it was a struggle she would happily endure; another orgasm wracked her body as fucked herself against Jane's monolith, a spray of her feminie juices rocketing against the futa's bare breasts.

Her own much-larger-breasts bounced against her ribcage as she thrust her crotch up and down, her small pink nipples hard as stone. They nearly bounded against her chin every time she lifted herself off of Jane's incredible appendage, her pale mounds big enough to hit her in the face if she looked down at the wrong moment; this was something that had always annoyed her, but she knew the futa loved to watch her obscene form jiggle and bob when she moved, and she would do anything to please her new lover. That same lover lie flat against the bed, hands behind her head as she watched Darla fuck herself over and over again on her cock.

This wasn't the pair's first coupling of the day, either. Jane came over at the same time she always did, as soon as Johnny left for the day, and they completed the workout the futa had prepared before the real fun began. They fucked right then and there, working up a different kind of sweat amidst the exercise equipment, Jane ending the session by making a mess of Darla's body. After cleaning up a little, the busty blonde led her partner through the house towards the bedroom, desiring a bit of comfort the second time around. They had barely made it to the bed before Darla pushed Jane down, hopping up and taking her still-erect cock into her cunt without an ounce of hesitation, like it was the only thing she needed in this life.

So here they were, fucking again, enjoying each other to the fullest. Drying cum dripped and flaked off their bodies, staining the sheets around them. Sweat glistened across Darla's body as she shimmied on the futa's serpent, giving it a pleasant sheen that only enhanced Jane's erotic view. While she was mostly a passive observer in her pleasure, she couldn't help but thrust her hips upward at random intervals, catching the housewife off guard every time, each piston of cock deeper into the blonde's body enough to cause her to climax once again. Her torso was liberally coated with the housewife's nectar, and longer they fucked, the more of it pooled in the divots in her abs.

And they had been fucking for a long time!

Never a two-pump chump, it took a lot to get Jane off. She usually preferred to do the work herself, knowing exactly how rough and fast she needed to plow someone to reach her sexual apex, but right now she was content to let the nimble minx above her take the reins. She watched as Darla twisted and grunted, doing her best to wrench the cum from Jane's balls through her dick. The show the housewife was putting on was a feast for the eyes, the perversity of it magnified by the clear outline of Jane's cock snaking up her torso. It dented the skin outward, leaving no guesses as to what was protruding from the blonde's belly button up to between her breasts. Several times Darla had grabbed and stroked the bulge, a unique sort of rapture that caused them to moan simultaneously.

"God you're so deep baby," Darla panted, staring down at the cock-shaped bump that pushed her breasts towards her arms, "and it feels so good!"

Breath heavy and face beet-red, Darla kept up her relentless pace, alternating swiveling her hips and making small jumping motions on the futa's cock. It was clear her body was straining from the effort, further impeded by the constant orgams that coursed through her. Whenever she launched into another she would slow for a moment, almost going limp from the overwhelming sensations, her hair clinging to her face as she threw her head back in pleasure, curtaining the whites of her eyes that would momentarily appear at the same time her cunt let out another geyser of warm honey; all of this would before she'd jolt back to life to continue her performance. She barely missed a beat when this would happen, picking up where she left off only seconds after nearly losing consciousness.

"You're doing great honey," Jane complimented the writhing blonde, her trained eyes noting the subtle signs of exhaustion showing in her movements, "I'm getting close!"

Jane's words were like a shot of adrenaline for the housewife, and her body went into overdrive at the encouragement. Moving so fast she almost lost balance, Darla put every last iota of strength she had into her gyrations, desperately doing what she could to extract the warm cream from the futa's loins. Hands on her hips, she used the extra leverage to bounce harder on Jane's cock, their naked bodies slapping together wetly. Darla became vaguely aware of a familiar change happening inside of her - more accurately, there was a familiar change happening to the object inside of her. It stiffened even more – if that was even possible – noticeably thickening and lengthening, pushing and stretching her womb to its limits.

Sitting up suddenly, Jane wrapped her muscular arms around Darla's back and pulled her down. Their bodies smushed together, the housewife's huge melons eclipsing the personal trainer's more moderately-sized pair, the outline of the massive cock inside her rubbing between their torsos. Moving a hand up Darla's svelte back, she wrapped it in her golden locks and mashed their face together, meeting the blonde's plush lips with her own. Darla moaned into the kiss, a rivulet of saliva leaking from the corner of her lips and running down Jane's cheek. The couple made out passionately, each making small, jerking movements to continue the dual-stimulation they provided each other.

Using her hold on the unfaithful wife's form for leverage, Jane raised her legs until her knees pointed towards the ceiling. With a soft grunt into Darla's mouth she took control of their sexual linking and began to actively thurst into the woman. Darla gasped, detaching herself from the futa's face, the rapid, forceful intrusion catching her by surprise. Screaming as the goliath rampaged within her, her body shook from the powerful pistoning, Jane's grip the only thing keeping her from flying off and hitting the wall behind them. Snarling, the dirty blonde futanari quickened her pounding, railing the housewife as hard as she could.

"You like that slut? You like when I fuck you this hard!?"

"Yes! Yes! God yes !" Darla shouted, her cunt also responding to the futa's taunt with its own loud expulsion, "No one compares to you Jane!"

"That's right! Now get ready for my fuckin' cum!"

That affirmation, the one she heard whenever she fucked someone, pushed the futa over the edge. Emboldened by the housewife's admittance of her sexual superiority, her hips became a blur as she put all her strength into brutalizing Darla's insides. The globes between her legs fattened further, overtaking the blonde's breasts in size, as they slapped against her pale, fat ass, beating her cheeks red. Jane's muscles flexed and tightened the harder she fucked the mind-broken woman, until her cock matched the same state. It took every shred of her willpower not to lock Darla against her crotch and cum inside of her, but her desire to continue to use her as her new favorite toy for a little while longer won out. Simultaneously pushing the blonde up past her face while also pulling her own hips and lower half back, she managed to free her cock from the vice-like cunt's stranglehold.

Letting out a haggard bellow, she released her hold on Darla and grabbed her cock.

Fists pumping up and down its inhuman length, Jane thrust upward, her piss slit opening wide. She had removed herself just in time, her initial cum missile firing from her tip only seconds after it extended out above the pair. Arcing high, it shot over their still-entangled figures, splashing against the wall behind them with a loud splat . The steady, syrupy stream continued unabated, covering its initial impact site, layering it over and over again with steaming seed; a thick river ran down to the headboard, whitening the wooden structure. Jane's plentiful baby batter pooled onto the pillows around them as it spread out, soaking everything in its path. As the first shot ended, her blast momentarily dying down, the tail-end of it splattered against Darla's back in a thick line, Jane saved from her own mess by the housewife's shielding physique.

For now.

Her virile volcano continued erupting violently, the messy explosion nearly hitting the ceiling . Aiming her massive hunk of girlmeat blindly. Jane waited until she felt touch Darla's spine before stopping its descent, letting it hose seed directly onto the housewife's body. The next blast hit the woman's skin at point-blank range, droplets and ropes of semen spraying out around them. The futa's milky release streamed into the blonde's matted locks, covering the golden strands as it drenched her head. At the same time cum cascaded down Darla's body, spreading across her ass and gathering in a puddle on Jane's stomach. Strings of the potent slime dripped from her shoulders onto her heavy breasts, which swayed over the personal trainer's face.

Taking one of the housewife's small nubs into her mouth, Jane sucked it ravenously, causing the cum-messed woman to moan even louder. She shook against the futa's prone form, the feeling of the hot expulsion repeatedly engulfing her being erotic enough to cause to her to orgasm again. Darla loved how much Jane released when she climaxed. It was so warm, so thick, and so much . It was like the ultimate proof of the futa's supremacy, the final nail in the coffin her cock started hammering, the physical example that her hyper-sized endowment wasn't just for show. Most importantly, with the unheard of amounts of semen she produced on the regular, Darla knew that the futa's promise of what she would do to her in the future wasn't just her blowing hot air…

Jane's climax wasn't even halfway over and already there was a lake of cum spreading across the bed. The futa's laid-flat body was an inch deep in her virile secretions, Darla's knees almost completely hidden in the ocean of white sludge. At the same time they produced more of the sticky stuff, Jane's bulbous balls were being bathed in their own essence, ripples shooting out from around their rumbling enormity. The wall behind the pair was all but repainted in a different kind of liquid, the bedroom getting a makeover ala Jane; there were even cords of cum hanging from the ceiling like decorative Halloween spiderwebs, criss-crossing each other as they stubbornly refused to break.

And she still wasn't done.

Grunting around the nipple between her lips, Jane's hips jerked as yet another salvo launched from her silo. Her shots were still targeted at Darla and the housewife looked as though she was wearing a jacket and hood made of the futa's cum by this point. Despite the fact that her face was out of the line of fire, her countenance was still concealed by the personal trainer's creamy combustion; even Jane's body had been blanketed, streaks of seed staining her fit, sun-kissed form, from her cheeks to her feet. Neither minded of course, the futa's ridiculous torrents just another thing that made their trysts that much more arousing, the liquid, sexual disasters she left behind barely an issue for those she pleased with such ease.

Dwindling but still incredibly excessive, Jane's orgasm carried on at a more leisurely rate. No longer bursting to the sky or across the room, her cum still fired hard enough to splatter across Darla's back. The amount had diminished as well, her streams coming out in elongated cords rather than the multi-second affairs they previously were; the futanari's balls stopped rumbling loudly as well, the force of their movement dying down to a casual quiver. Jane's cock still lurched with each release, slapping against the housewife's cum-encrusted skin, leaving an imprint of her glans in the white slime. Everything had started to go quiet in time with the waning of their coupling, the perverse cacophony giving way to heavy pants and drips.

Almost like she knew exactly when the futa was all but finished, Darla unmounted Jane's torso, falling to her side, her body splashing in the lake of semen. Releasing her cock, Jane moved her semen-soaked arms to her face, huffing and puffing as she regained her equilibrium. A slimy hand glided across her chest as the blonde nuzzled up next to her, a progeny-plastered head resting against her shoulder. Smiling, Jane moved an arm from her visage and slipped it under the housewife's body, bringing the blonde in close for some post-coitus cuddles; she might have been a mean, wife-stealing bitch, but that didn't mean she didn't enjoy some one-on-one time without her dick involved. Especially when it was with her current-favorite plaything.

And Darla was definitely her favorite.

Jane wasn't sure what it was about the busty blonde, but she found herself drawn to her more than she did the other wives in the neighborhood. Her beauty was the most obvious thing, even compared to all the other women in the area; her figure was perfect, her face naturally gorgeous, and none of it was from surgical-enhancements. Sure Jane appreciated a good pair of fake tits or a well-done nose job, but nothing beat inherent attractiveness, and Darla had quite a bit of it. But it wasn't just the fact that she was gorgeous. Darla was kind and attentive and not afraid to take control, all things the futa enjoyed. She also didn't seem like someone who normally cheated – which was clear from her initial rejection of Jane's advances – and that fact made her all the more desirable. Jane's internal mulling was interrupted by that same angelic focus-of-her-thoughts speaking out.

"I wish we could go again," Darla whispered, "but by the time I finish cleaning up, Johnny will be heading home for dinner."

"I could always help you, ya know?" Jane replied, adjusting slightly as her cock began to deflate between her legs, "It would make things easier."

"No, no. You've done more than enough today."

A shared giggle passed between the pair before silence overtook the room once more. Darla continued to run her fingers over Jane's torso, admiring her hardened physique. As she wiped away the leftover semen from her hand onto the futa's chest, her flashy wedding band came into view. She stared at the wrapped, gem-encrusted metal that sat amongst the proof of her affair, her actions from the past month flooding into her brain. The rendezvous with Jane, all the cleaning and hiding, her absent mindedness when the personal trainer wasn't around - all were things she dwelled on on the daily. A pit of guilt welled in her stomach, Johnny's face finally entering her brain.

She had never meant to cheat on her husband, that much was true. After her and Jane's first time together, she had meant to cut off things completely but she just… couldn't. It was all she could think about and that only grew worse the first time her and Johnny had made love a couple days after her initial unfaithfulness. She had hoped beyond hope that things would be the same, but they weren't; she could barely feel Johnny when they had sex now, and it was clear he was nothing compared to the futa. For whatever reason, the passion had left her as well, and not just during intercourse. Seeing Johnny everyday didn't elicit the same emotions from her as they once did, and it almost felt like she was just playing at being his wife. Like they had become nothing more than roommates, and she was afraid her behavior showed in that regard. Did she even love him anymore!?

Without thinking about it, Darla let out an extended sigh and buried her face deeper into Jane's side.

"Something the matter, honey?" Jane questioned, turning her head towards the blonde, "Didn't get enough?"

It took a moment for Darla to reveal her cum-covered features.

"Of course I did. I just, just…" her voice cracked as she spoke, "I was just thinking about Johnny and how unfair this is to him. How wrong all of this is."

"Unfair? To that man?" Jane snorted, making her disgust known, "Please! From what I've heard he's the one who's been unfair to you !"

"What do you mean?" Darla shot up suddenly, lifting herself with an elbow, "What have you heard!?"

"Oh sweetie. Don't you know Johnny's cheated on you too?"

"W-what!?"

"Yeah, I mean," Jane mimicked Darla's movement and raised herself up as well, "it's been going on for a while too. Like before I ever got here."

The housewife looked at the futa in disbelief.

"What… how? When? With who?"

"With a few women in the neighborhood at least - Maggy told me all about it. Found out about it when I was with her one day. She's not the only one either."

Darla looked like she was gonna cry, despite the irony of the situation.

"I didn't… I never kne–"

"Yeah she told me he would buy her jewelry and clothes, take her to a restaurant he owned, and then they'd go to a hotel or sometimes a property he owned in the city. The other women told me the same thing."

"He did what? Wait, what restaurant!?"

"I don't know, some brunch joint downtown I think. Figured you knew about it."

"I don't, I…" Darla stared at Jane, flabbergasted, unable to continue. Certain things, certain conversations, certain happenings all came back to her. Johnny coming home late all the time. Johnny showing up without his ring on, which he always had an excuse for. Johnny never telling her about all the so-called business he had to take care of all the time. There were times when he would deny her advances, which she had always just chalked up to his age. Keeping separate bank accounts even though he made all the money and paid all the bills. How protective he was of his phone. Darla wasn't even sure if there were other things she had missed either! Had he been flirting with other women at parties and barbecues?

It was all starting to make sense.

The truth of her husband's secret life caused her to start sobbing uncontrollably, hands rushing to her face to cover her tearful shame. Caught by surprise at her lover's sudden burst of emotions, Jane's eye widened, her mouth changing from its usual cocky grin into a jaw-dropped gape. Sitting up fully, she pulled Darla into a tight hug, bringing her in close as the blonde cried into her fingers. Rocking back and forth, the futa whispered reassurances as she tried to comfort the bawling woman. Jane waited for as long as it would take for Darla to calm down, plating small kisses on her forehead all the while; after some time, they finally separated, the housewife looking up through swollen eyes.

Besides the occasional hiccups and choked breaths, it was quiet. Neither moved, Jane waiting for Darla to come to her senses, Darla trying to figure out what to do with the new information that had been thrust upon her. Sadness subsiding, it gave way to anger as the full weight of Johnny's secret activities hit her, the truth of his apparently numerous infidelities hitting her like a ton of bricks. She felt the need for something she hadn't since…well, she wasn't sure she'd ever felt this. Revenge. It was the only thing she desired, the only thing she needed to make this whole thing right - and she had the perfect person right in front of her to help satiate this new necessity.

Swallowing hard, Darla opened her mouth to speak.

"Jane? Why don't you stay for dinner tonight?"

"Dinner?" Jane cocked her head, not quite understanding at first until the true meaning of Darla's words dawned on her.

Darla responded with a sly smile.

"Ah," she returned that smile, "I would love to."

Chapter 7: Just Desserts and an Epilogue

Summary:

The final showdown and the aftermath!

Notes:

Last part of the commission! More sex, lots of humiliation, and an epilogue

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Chapter Text

Johnny barged through the entrance of his home, the front door slamming into the wall, the only thing stopping it from cracking the wood the rubber stopper it bounced against. His face was completely red, the tomato-colored shade even overtaking the tan that covered his visage, his fury only growing the entire drive home. He tossed his suit jacket and tie onto the bench next to him, not bothering to fold them first, while also dropping his briefcase straight onto the floor. Fists balled, he stomped into the house, ready to give his wife an earful. Turning the corner towards the kitchen, Johnny began to yell for Darla.

"Darla I'm home! And we need to ta–"

"Hi sweetie!" she greeted immediately, appearing right in front of him, "You're just in time for dinner!"

She leaned up and kissed him on the cheek, catching Johnny off guard. He took a step back, too surprised to continue his rant; this wasn't helped by how absolutely stunning his wife looked. Darla had on a full-face of makeup, something she rarely did unless they went out, her lips painted scarlet, her features obviously enhanced by many products. Smokey eyeshadow, dark mascara, a fair amount of blush - the works. A thin, short blouse clung to her torso, ending above her flat stomach and hugging her large breasts nicely, several buttons on the front undone to show that she was obviously not wearing a bra underneath. All that covered her lower half was a pair of skimpy, denim shorts that looked grafted onto her thick thighs.

It wasn't an outfit befitting the weather, that's for sure!

"Why don't you have a seat at the table while I finish cooking?"

"Uh, yeah sure," Johnny stuttered, completely disarmed by Darla's angelic appearance, "can you grab me a beer?"

"Absolutely!" she replied sweetly, walking away from him, "Oh and Johnny?"

"Yes dear?"

"You don't have your wedding ring on."

Coughing loudly, Johnny reached into his pocket and fumbled with the band, quickly slipping it onto his finger as he sat at the table.

"Sorry," he grabbed the beer Darla had brought to him and quickly took a swig of it, "I had to get my hands dirty at work, and I didn't want it to get messed up."

Darla only smiled back at him before returning to the kitchen, Johnny watching her go, admiring the way her bountiful butt bounced in her shorts. Taking another drink of his beer, he thought of how to best broach the subject he had been so irked about. He was calmer now, which was probably for the best, and his relaxed mood would hopefully make the whole thing easier. Maybe he would wait until they were in the middle of eating, and try to bring it up casually. Ask about the personal trainer, say he had heard some things from the other husbands, but not outright mention that it was about cheating. See how she reacted and go from there. Yeah, that plan was perfect ; besides, the more he thought about it, the more he realized there was no way Darla had ever been unfaithful - not like the other skanks that lived around here.

Johnny's train of thought was momentarily broken as he realized there was a sound echoing through the house, and it wasn't coming from Darla's cooking. Listening closely, he tried to make out the source of the disturbance. It wasn't any of the machines they owned or the TV, it was something different, something… wetter? The more Johnny contemplated, the more he realized it could only be the shower - their shower. Their room was right above the dining room, and now he was sure that that's what he was hearing. Was there someone else here with them or…?

"Darla, sweetie," Johnny called out to his wife, "did you leave the shower on? I think I hear it running!"

"Oh sorry baby," she hollered back, "I forgot to tell you we were having a guest over for dinner tonight! I hope that's okay!"

A guest!? That put a damper on his plans.

"Uh, yeah that's fine. Who is it and why are they showering in our house?"

"My personal trainer, Jane!"

Her!?

"She needed to clean off after our last uh, session ," he could hear her giggle, "so I told her she could use ours!"

Speechless. Johnny was speechless . Not only was he not going to get to confront Darla about her potential infidelity, but the subject, the cause of his concern, was right here in his home! What was he going to do? He was going to have to pretend to be ignorant and act polite around her, and he wasn't sure if he had it in him to do so; even his best friendly-facade he used for business might not be able to save him! Everything Robert said to him at the bar blasted through his brain like a freight train. Could this day getting any fucking worse!? Lifting his beer to his lips, the glass shaking in his hands, he chugged the rest of it, trying to come up with yet another plan for how to proceed with the night.

Almost as if on cue, the thudding of footsteps down the stairs drew his attention, so wrapped up in his dilemma that he hadn't realized the shower had gone silent several minutes ago. Hesitantly, he turned his head to look towards the area he knew she'd be coming from. The temptation to close his eyes and pretend she didn't exist was strong, but Johnny knew he had to persevere - facing his new enemy head on was the only way to get through this; besides, who the fuck was she? Some professional gym bunny? Compared to him she was nothing! He was a Johnny fucking Chesterton, a Goddamn millionaire landlord, with a beautiful house, a beautiful wife, and a beautiful life!

Sucking in a sharp breath, he watched her walk around the corner into view.

If there was one thing Johnny couldn't deny since he'd first laid eyes on her running down the street, it was that Jane was quite the looker. Her dirty-brown hair was tied back into a tight ponytail, showing off her sharp features. Unlike his wife, Jane wasn't wearing any makeup, barefaced in all her glory, except for the gentle sheen of leftover water that glistened across her tawny skin. Her choice of clothing was simple, a green t-shirt that was a bit short on her, and a pair of gray sweatpants - wait, weren't those Darla's clothes? Yes, they absolutely were. Where were her own!?

"Hey Johnny," Jane greeted with a wrinkle of her nose, barely looking at the man, "Darla still cooking us up a delicious meal?"

"H-hey Jane. Uh, yeah, she is."

Smiling, but not at him, the personal trainer walked into the kitchen, not bothering to give her host's husband a second glance. Johnny begrudgingly watched her go, unable to tear his eyes away from his favorite part of any woman - her enormous ass. Looking over the open-counter that looked into the kitchen, he glared as the tall woman tapped his wife on her lower back, causing her to jump and smile and giggle like a nervous schoolgirl. They stared at each other for a moment before Jane leaned against the fridge, clearly ogling Darla as she cooked. Johnny was about to say something to try and break up their little 'fun' but decided against it. If he could just make it through dinner…

There was a clattering of plates, then Jane came waltzing back to the dining room, arms piled high with dishware. Still not saying a word to him, she set the table, placing dishes in front of Johnny, before positioning the next sets right next to each other - clearly for her and Darla to be able to sit next to each other. She side-eyed Johnny before taking her seat, a seat that would plant her right in between this man and his wife. Leaning onto the table, elbows and all, she turned her head towards the kitchen and watched as Darla approached, food in hand.

"Hope you two are hungry!" she announced with a smile, setting a large platter onto the middle of the table. There were several large steaks on it, topped by a simmering brown sauce. Humming, she repeated the trip several times, bringing mashed potatoes, vegetables, and bread with her on each turn. Johnny stared, astonished at all the food, looking from the feast placed before him, to his wife, and then to Jane. Was this all for her!? Darla never cooked up something like this except for on special occasions! His suspicions were only aroused further.

"It looks delicious Darla!" Jane smiled at the blonde as she reappeared with an opened bottle of wine and a couple of glasses. Not waiting for anyone else to eat first, much to Johnny's chagrin, Jane reached over and forked the largest steak onto her plate as Darla poured them both a glass of red. Johnny tried to fill his own plates, but was seemingly interrupted at every turn by the woman next to him grabbing things first, piling her own dish high with food. He tried to look at Darla for some help, a silent plea to control her guest, but she just sat and smiled pleasantly the whole time, her body turned towards Jane.

Finally the personal trainer was done, and Johnny was able to prepare his own meal.

"Looks delicious honey," he complimented, cutting into his steak, revealing a pink center, "but I think you might have undercooked the meat a bit."

"I think it's perfect ," Jane hummed between bites. Of course the gauche prick liked his steak well-done.

"Thank you Jane!" Darla replied, ignoring her husband's complaints, digging into her own food, "It looks good to me."

Johnny grumbled quietly, not used to being teamed-up on like this.

"You know Johnny, you should really know that your wife likes her meat thick and juicy ." She nudged him with a wink, Darla giggling at the comment. He gave her a sideways look, not sure what to make of the remark. Looking towards his better-half, he noted angrily that she had a blush on her face - although it could have been from the glass of wine she'd already downed. His fury grew as he watched Jane turn and whisper something to Darla, causing her blush to deepen and a large grin to creep up onto her face. He couldn't take it anymore!

"The hell are you guys whispering about over there!?"

Darla immediately looked down and slumped in her seat, trying to hide behind the fit female next to her, who grabbed her own glass of alcohol and took a sip.

"Hmmm? Oh I was just complimenting Darla on the sauce she prepared."

Johnny raised an eyebrow.

"It's really creamy and there's soooo much of it - both things I know she's a big fan of when it comes to… sauce ."

It briefly went quiet after that last, odd statement. Johnny decided to quit playing whatever game they were trying to force him into, and concentrated on eating. The food was delicious, even if his steak was woefully too-pink. Doing the same, the ladies ate without another word; well, Jane continued to eat. Darla looked like she was more busy with drinking as much wine as her body could handle. Johnny realized his beer was empty, but with the weird atmosphere at the dinner table, he didn't bother to ask Darla to get another one for him. After some time, quiet discussion and muted mirth emerged once more between the feminine pair. Johnny ignored them to the best of his ability, although his shaking hands and red face gave his true feelings away.

The sudden sound of silence led Johnny to look up once more.

Gone was the scratching of forks on ceramic. Gone were the crunches from chewing or gulps from swallowing. Gone, thankfully , were the incessant, secretive back and forths between his wife and that bitch . Replacing all of these was a rhythmic, light bumping against the table, causing the wooden structure to shake ever so slightly. It wasn't coming from Jane, Johnny observed, at least not directly; the steady motion was coming from his wife . Darla had an arm snaked under the table, out of his sight, and was moving it back and forth in what looked like the personal trainer's lap. It was almost like she was… no, she couldn't be doing that , right here in front of him, completely shameless!

"What the hell is this!?" Johnny bellowed, standing up fully and slamming his hands on the table causing all the dishes across it to clatter, "What the fuck are you two doing!?"

Jane rolled her eyes and turned to Darla.

"I told you he would catch us."

Darla muttered something that sounded like "oops'' under her breath and put her previously-hidden hand back on the table, her fingers soaked with something . Johnny stayed upright, shaking, barely able to control himself and not go with his immediate instinct to attack Jane. His wife was staring nervously at the woman next to her while she just looked ahead, her glass of wine at her lips; it was like Jane was daring him to make the first move, whatever that may be, and Johnny was ready to accept that challenge! He pointed an accusing finger at the pair.

"Are you cheating on me with this, this fucking thing !?"

"First of all I'm not a ' thing' as you so kindly put," Jane responded first, standing tall, showing her superior height off to the grease bag, "it seems you like you've heard about me and what I do though - wonder which husband it was from? Not that it matters. But I'm what's called a 'futanari', for your information. A person born with a vagina and a penis, one that's much bigger than yours. I can tell just by looking at you!"

"You cunt! So you what? Go around breaking up happy marriages for fun!?"

"From what I understand your marriage wasn't all that happy!"

"What the fuck did you just say!?"

"I know you've been cheating on me Johnny," Darla finally spoke up, but stayed sitting, "I know about Maggy and all the other women. I know about everything ."

"W-what?" Johnny stuttered, caught by surprise for the umpteenth time that night, "What do you mean? Did this bitch feed you a bunch of lies so she could get you in bed?"

"Lies?" Jane interjected, "I'm sure all of your old side-sluts would be more than happy to come over and tell their side of the story. I can guarantee it, actually."

Jane smirked.

"Besides, Darla and I were sleeping together before I ever told her about what a piece of shit you were. Guess you just weren't getting the job done!"

"I'm more than man enough for Darla and all the other women!" Johnny yelled, not realizing he accidentally admitted to his infidelity, "You must have just… just drugged them or something!"

" Please ." Jane shook her head, before her eyes suddenly lit up, "Alright, how about this. If you think you're so much better than me, then prove it. Let's go upstairs to the bedroom, where you can show me how much of a man you are."

"And why the fuck would I do that!? I don't need to prove anything to you!"

The futa thought for a moment.

"If you do, and Darla picks you over me, I'll leave town. You'll never see me again, and y'all can go back to your normal life. Without me."

It was Johnny's turn to think. He really did feel like he didn't have anything to prove to this cunt, but if it got her out of his house and out of his life it would be worth the risk. It's not like he was like these other limp-dicks that lived around here either - no woman had ever complained about his manhood or his skills in the sack, something he prided himself on! And with her gone, he'd be able to patch things up with Darla, and everything would return to normal. Maybe after a while, when things calmed down again, he would be able to get some action on the side again too…

"Fine! You're on bitch!"

Jane's grin grew wider.

"Darla? Are you okay with this?"

"Y-yeah I think so," she followed the other two's lead and stood up, leaning slightly on Jane, "if that's what you think is best, Jane ."

A vein pulsed across Johnny's temple - he thought he was gonna blow a gasket!

"You heard the woman!" Jane laughed, wrapping an arm around the blonde's shoulder, "You can lead the way, you are the man of the house after all!"

Cursing under his breath, Johnny marched towards the bedroom. The giggling and whispering had resumed behind him, fueling his rage to dangerous levels. While walking up the staircase, he took a cautious glance behind him, something he knew was a mistake but couldn't help but do regardless; of course, what he saw was not what he wanted to see. Darla was nuzzled up against Jane's neck, her hand groping at the front of the futa's pants. There was a clear, defined bulge running down the personal trainer's leg, and if Johnny's eyes didn't deceive him, it reached almost to her knee ! Weird bitch must have been stuffing her pants or something.

Throwing open the bedroom door, Johnny immediately cast an appraising glance around the room, checking to see if anything was out of place. The bed was made, but the sheets had been changed from this morning, and the walls and carpet looked suspiciously clean, like they had been scrubbed over and over again. While not completely noteworthy things in themselves, Darla always having been attentive when it came to cleanliness, the overarching plot of the evening caused him to harbor misgivings. Standing at the foot of the bed, Johnny turned to look at the girls.

"Alright, how are we doing this?"

Jane detached from Darla and leaned up against a wall.

"You're welcome to go first. Maybe I'll be so impressed I'll just leave after seeing how manly you are!"

Darla snickered at the comment.

"Whatever you say, bitch. Darla, you wanna come over here?"

"Of course honey."

Johnny winced slightly at her words, the usual warmth present in her voice when she addressed him completely absent. She walked towards him, undressing as she went. Her blouse came off first, confirming she had on nothing underneath. Her huge, milky tits came into view, her small pink nipples already standing at attention; it was a sight that would cause him to salivate on any other day, but for some reason only gave him a sense of foreboding this time around. Tossing the top to the side, she shimmied out of her short-shorts, revealing that she also wasn't wearing any panties. Her delectable looking slit came into view, along with her bubbly behind, which wobbled as she moved. Slipping past Johnny, she fell back onto the bed and spread her legs for her husband without a word.

Following his wife's lead, Johnny began to undress as well. He unbuckled his belt and untucked his suit top and undershirt. Unbuttoning it quickly, he peeled the dark garment off before shedding his white wife-beater, exposing his hairy chest and prominent beer-gut. Bending over, he removed his socks and took off his pants, so he was standing in nothing but a pair of picnic-blanket-checkered boxers, which bulged at the front from his erection; luckily, despite the unusual circumstance, the sight of his wife's awesome body still had its usual affect on him, making his member very ready and willing for what was to come. Johnny discarded his underwear in short order, until he was as naked as the day he was born.

Jane whistled.

"Damn, looks like you were the one who needed the workout sessions," she laughed, eyeing Johnny's flabby body, "Darla should have been scheduling you appointments!"

Darla couldn't help but laugh as well, covering her mouth with a hand to try to hide her rudeness.

"Yeah well I more than make up for it with this !"

Grabbing his penis, Johnny gave it several strokes to emphasize his claim; it was bigger than Jane expected, she'd give him that. The length wasn't anything to write home about, but it was pretty thick - she understood why he was so confident now. It made sense why Darla and Maggy and all the other sluts were happy to fuck him despite… well despite everything else about him. Impressive for a man , sure, but compared to her he might have well been nothing but a Ken doll!

"Ready for me baby?" Johnny asked Darla as he leaned over the side of the bed and her, lining himself up with her pussy.

"Sure Johnny, go ahead."

Now was his time to shine! Rubbing his tip against his wife's slit, he tried to draw any sign or form of arousal from the blonde that he could. She didn't bite. Darla just lay back, staring at the ceiling, her legs drawn up to give her husband easy access. Trying not to let it get to him, Johnny thrust forward, ignoring his significant other's lack of a reaction. His member slid in like a hot knife through butter, hilting so fast in Darla's pussy that he almost lost his balance. His crotch met hers in one smooth motion, his dick meeting absolutely zero resistance inside of her.

It was worse than usual.

Johnny couldn't feel a thing . He might as well have been fucking nothing or damn near close to it, only her outer lips gripping his base in the loosest sense of the word. It was like he rutted straight into the air – warm air, at least – but that was about all the sensation he got. His cock wasn't touching the walls, the bottom, the back; it was like his dick was floating in deep space! Darla behaved accordingly: she didn't moan, wiggle, clench around him, nothing. Not like she used to. Fuck, she didn't even fake feeling any kind of pleasure, lying there like a starfish instead. Johnny did his best to try and fuck her regardless, desperate to make her feel anything , pumping his hips towards her with all his might like he was trying to thrust life into her. It quickly became clear that his efforts weren't getting him anywhere, no matter how hard he tried to please his wife.

He gave a few more pointless pistons, before Darla sat up, pulling away from him.

"Sorry Johnny, I just don't feel anything. At all ."

Standing up, Johnny looked from his dick, which had begun to wilt already, up to Darla's face which was filled with disappointment.

"Darla I–"

"Well looks like that's my cue!"

Johnny found himself suddenly shoved to the side. Tripping over his feet, he fell hard on his ass as Jane took his place at the foot of the bed. Looking up, he saw something he had wanted to see for almost a year now: Jane naked. Sometime during his failed coupling with his wife she had completely undressed, stripping silently as she waited for her turn; though seeing her in the buff filled him with horror rather than the arousal he had always hoped. In stark contrast to his own body, her's was lean and muscled, very little fat appearing anywhere on her tanned form. The only places it did show up were the parts that needed it, like her nicely-shaped breasts, and more importantly, her fat ass, that stuck out from her back like a shelf and turned Johnny's head every time he witnessed her jogging down the street.

And then there was her cock.

It was impossible not to stare at it. Out of proportion with the rest of her body, it looked like she had a grown man's arm sticking out of her crotch. Even darker than the rest of herskin, it protruded out at least a couple feet in front of her, completely erect, not an ounce of slack in it. Veins wrapped around its length like gnarled tree roots, adding to its already incredible girth - a girth that put Johnny's to shame. The head, a deep red in color, was wider than the rest of it, providing a frightening end to her already-intimidating mass. Below it sat a pair of absolutely gargantuan balls that hung nearly to her knees , clearly packed to the brim with potent seed. This woman possessed the pinnacle of sexual superiority, one that put any and all others to shame around her by a wide margin.

It was all starting to make sense.

Looking over to his wife, there was an obvious change in her demeanor as well. Her pussy, which previously showed no signs of arousal, was now engorged and leaking, the clear juices spilling onto the bed spread; even her clit had poked out on its own, the small nub completely exposed despite the lack of stimulation. Her eyes were wide as she took in the futa's nude form, and he watched in despair as she licked her lips, clearly hungry for what Jane had to offer. Scooting closer to the end of the bed, Darla spread her legs even wider , practically doing the splits in preparation for her coupling with the personal trainer. Jane took a step forward until her pulsing crown slapped onto the blonde's belly, her hands on her hips.

"Ready slut?"

"Of course baby!"

Johnny was shocked at his better-half's response to the crude name, but he was even more shocked by what came next.

In one fluid motion Jane reached down, grabbed Darla by her hips, and lifted her into the air with ease. Showing no signs of exertion, she raised her up until her crotch was parallel with her chin, flexed her cock, and then impaled the busty woman on her unreal appendage. Darla screamed as the mighty meatrod penetrated her, her limbs wrapping around Jane's body, latching onto it. In just seconds she had forced his wife onto more than half of her tremendous titan, an outline of her cock showing through her pale stomach; once the initial piercing was over, she stood still while Darla shook and moaned as an orgasm immediately wracked her body.

Jane turned her head towards the stunned husband.

"Ever fuck her like this? Actually, you don't need to answer, - with a body like that I'd doubt you'd be able to!"

Throwing her head back and laughing once more, Jane grabbed Darla by her ass and began to bounce her up and down her impossible rod. Like she was lifting nothing more than a sack of potatoes, she moved the busty blonde up and down rapidly, leaving her with no time to get used to her enormity - but by the looks of it, she was used to it already . Darla screamed as another climax shot through her, her cunt leaking like a fountain, dripping onto the carpet beneath her. Jane continued this pace with practiced mastery, never breaking a sweat as she rocked her new lover up and down her cock over and over again. Her monumental baby factories recoiled off Darla's bubbly behind constantly, ricocheting off of those fat cheeks and her own muscled thighs in a back and forth motion.

She didn't stop either. Putting her hips into it, Jane started to actively thrust into Darla in time with her bounces, shoving more of her meaty member into the housewife. A loud slapping filled the room as different parts of their body collided, like a lurid symphony providing a backdrop for their intense fucking. Darla orgasmed again, and fuck, it looked like she was pissing herself there was so much of her feminine nectar gushing from around the futa's prodigious pole. It ran down Jane's balls and her legs, soaking them in his wife's essence. And it just kept coming. Her climaxes seemed never ending, each one bleeding into each other so closely together, it looked like she was squirting in one long, continual stream . Johnny was petrified by the sight, but he couldn't look away.

And Jane noticed the rapt attention from her audience.

"Enjoying the show Johnny?" she sneered, "Maybe you'd like a more up close and personal view!"

Grunting, Jane turned and waddled over to Johnny, still carrying Darla. She didn't stop until she was standing right over him, still pumping her hips all the while. Giving him a front row seat, she increased the power of her jackhammering, really giving his wife all she had. Frozen in place, Johnny could only sit and stare, closer than he ever wanted to be to his spouse's infidelity. Darla gave no indication she even knew they had moved, and continued to squeal and thrash against her more-worthy lover. The whole situation felt like a bad dream, like if Johnny reached out to touch them his hand would pass right through their intertwined forms, like if he could only pinch himself he'd wake up next to his wife, and everything would be back to normal - but it never would be.

"God yes, just like that baby!" Darla gasped in a way she'd never done for Johnny, "Never stop fucking me!"

Then something happened that crushed him completely. Something that shook him to his core. Something that beat into him that he could never compare to the futa that had taken his beloved from him. Another orgasm rocked Darla's being, the most powerful yet, and it showed in the worst way. It was like a bucket of hot water had been dumped on his naked body as his wife's cunt spewed a load of her transparent juices all over him. The cannon-like blast lasted for nearly half a minute, Darla howling through the entire thing; it rained down, soaking his face and torso and his little, shriveled, pathetic penis, covering him in a layer of her unfaithful arousal. He wanted to scream, but didn't dare incase the liquid sign of his defeat splashed into his mouth.

Instead, he left.

Stumbling, Johnny grabbed the clothes he had shed earlier that were in arms-reach, and sprinted out of the room; the passionate pair barely noticed, too focused on each other and the immense amounts of pleasure their lovemaking provided. He didn't even bother to dress as he ran out of the house down the stairs, trying to put the entire thing behind him, the sounds of the furious fucking following him as he went. Johnny even left his briefcase and shoes at the door, hurrying barefoot and naked out into the open air of the suburb and to his car. Even as he turned on his car and sped away from the house, he swore he could still hear the screams of his wife, the horrible noise haunting him no matter how far away he got from the cursed place.

He was almost in the next state over before he finally stopped driving.

…

Johnny hadn't been home in nearly a month.

He had thought about going back many times while staying at one of the local hotels - it was practically all he thought about, in fact. Showing up with the police to kick out Darla and Jane and taking back what was his, but that kind of thing was tricky. Sure, his name was on the house and all the bills, but Darla was his wife, at least for now, and there were laws that concerned that kind of thing, and not all of them would be on his side. Were there other ways of getting them out? Of course. Hell, he'd even thought of putting the house up for sale to get them to leave, but he wasn't ready to go that far. As hurt, as betrayed, as scorned as he'd been, there was still a part of him that wanted everything to return to normal, and he had just the way to do it!

He would present Darla with an ultimatum. She could stop seeing Jane completely, and they could go to therapy together and other shit like that that couples did, maybe even get surgery to fix herself downstairs, or he would divorce her. Johnny knew the ball was in his court now, and this was his chance at a comeback. He held all the cards when it came to separating - they had signed up for a prenup when they got their marriage license, which meant he owned everything while she had nothing. Nothing but him. She had no money, no property, and they had no kids she could use to screw him; as far as he knew, she didn't even have any work experience she could fall back on, she'd been a housewife for so long. If she didn't want to be forced onto the street or back to her parent's house, she'd relent. And if she relented, then he won.

That's why he was currently driving back home, reluctantly returning to the place of his greatest loss.

Dressed to the nines as he always was, having had to buy a whole new wardrobe that he had to pay to get cleaned and laundered, he made himself as presentable as possible for the sit-down he had planned. His hair was freshly cut and slicked back, his suit perfectly ironed, and of course he had made sure to buy more of his favorite cologne that he had liberally sprayed all over his body; he even got his BMW cleaned and his bumper fixed to perfect the image he had worked so hard to sustain. Looking up lawyers and doing research online was something else he had spent a lot of time doing, making sure nothing could go wrong if things went south. He had this. He would succeed .

Pulling up to his house, his eyes almost bulged out of his sockets at the sight that greeted him. Everything was the same, the house just as he'd left it, except for one glaring addition: all of his clothes were piled on the front lawn! All of his expensive Italian suits, watches, and even his casual wear were all heaped into a large hill right there on the grass! Johnny could also see boxes of his jewelry and cologne strewn about as well like trash - trash that cost tens of thousands of dollars! Fuming, he swerved into the driveway and got out of his car, slamming the door hard. Marching up to the front door, his rage built like it never had at the clear display of disrespect; maybe divorce was the way to go!

Throwing open the door like he had so many times in the past, he announced his presence.

"Darla! I know you're home and we need to ta-"

Like the last time he had come home, he was interrupted, although this time it wasn't by his wife's beautiful, smiling face. The thudding of flesh on flesh, and his spouse's incessant moans greeted him instead, the adultress pair clearly in the throes of fervent fucking. Fists clenched, he trudged towards the source of this racket, steeling himself for what he was about to see and say; it didn't matter if he found every woman in the neighborhood lying naked in a giant orgy, he would be heard! Rounding the corner into the dining room, he spotted the terrible two that had wrecked his very existence.

"Oh hey Johnny, you have impeccable timing!"

Those words came from Jane, who was currently thrusting expeditiously into his bent over wife, her body sliding across the dinner table. They were having sex standing up – well, Jane was standing up – Darla was lifted off her feet and onto the wooden surface, being railed from behind to within an inch of her life. Exactly like that night, her pussy constantly doused the tile floor with her clear secretions, her puffy lips vibrating from the constant orgasms. Jane looked like she was straining for once, sweat dripping down her body as she gave the man's wife everything she had and more . Her balls beat against Darla's thighs over and over again like a perverse drum, although they looked tighter and more raised than normal.

"W-what do you mean?" Johnny stuttered out, the sight breaking his resolve more than he thought it would.

"Well, you see…" Jane trailed off for a moment before looking over at him, "I'm just about to give Darla what she always wanted!"

"What she always wanted?"

"That's right! I'm giving her a baby!"

She practically shouted the last word as she buried herself fully into the housewife, her abs slamming against the blonde's jiggling cheeks. From his position, Johnny could see her balls lift fully, pulling up against her groin as her urethra distended with her first load of cum. Jerking her hips, the futa panted as her load was released. Johnny could actually hear the insemination happen, a splashing sound filling the house as her semen rocketed into his wife; even more obscenely, he could see her cum fill Darla. Another impossibility made all too real by the over-endowed personal trainer.

"You're filling me so good," his wife moaned, barely conscious of her surroundings, "don't stop!"

In mere moments Darla's stomach began to balloon. It pushed her body up, lifting her off of the table, and she only went higher the more the futa's cum pumped into her. Like the feeling and idea of finally being impregnated hit her at the same time, Darla launched into her own climax, her juices streaming out of her so hard they flew behind the pair, leaving a trailing puddle several feet long across the floor. Jane grunted with each new shot, her cum entering but never leaving the blonde, her cock like the perfect plug to keep it all contained. Every successive shot filled his wife to the brim and then some, her skin stretching across the table, nearly taking up the entire half of it her body was splayed across.

It just kept coming!

It had been nearly a minute since she'd started, but the futa just didn't stop! Her orgasm continued unabated, exploding helping after helping of seed into Darla. There was a point where his wife looked like she might actually pop from all the cum injected into her womb, and only then did Jane pull out. Taking several steps back, she uncorked her cock from her partner's gaped cunt, finally done stuffing her with sperm; but still it didn't end. Blasting out of her distended cumslit, a long, continuous stream shot over the blonde, splattering onto the table, before landing on Darla's back. Her next gush of potent progeny went wide as well, almost hitting the kitchen counter, before Jane got control of her beastial member.

Pumping her fists up and down her length, like she needed any extra stimulation, she hosed down Johnny's wife. Not an inch of her was spared. From her feet to her head she was covered, and that included her expanded stomach. Cum ran down the sides of the table and Darla's body, slopping onto the ground, creating a large pool of Jane's seed. Not slowing down in the slightest, she drenched the busty, over-inflated woman over and over again, plastering her cum in thick, slimy layers onto every part of the blonde. The entire table and everything around them was engulfed in the futa's frosting, an unholy sea of seed swirling around the pair. It was only after several minutes that Jane's cock finally stopped spurting.

Jane wiped a hand across her brow.

"Whew, that was a good one!" she turned to Johnny once more, "Now what did you come here for?"

"I-I, I was going to give Darla a choice to leave you and come back to me or face divorce. But it looks like her mind has been made up!"

"How funny, we had the same idea! The papers on the coffee table if you wanna grab 'em. We're a little busy here as you can see."

"Excuse me!? Darla wants to divorce me ? What makes you think you'd ever win?"

Jane eyed him with disdain.

"Oh we're very confident that Darla will get what she deserves. You might as well take the offer her lawyer has written up and be grateful you're getting anything ."

"How fucking dare you! I should call the cops and have you both escorted out of here right now!"

"Is that a threat you piece of shit?" Jane crossed her arms and stepped to him, her cock nearly bumping into his chest, "I'd like to see you try!"

"Watch me."

Turning around, Johnny stomped out of the house, Jane following right behind him, not bothering to dress. The entire time she taunted him, calling him a 'pussy' and questioning his status as a man, as he led her into the front yard. He made a beeline for his discarded belongings, intent on taking as much of it with him as he could before involving the law, hoping to save any of the items that were salvageable - who knew how long they'd been out here! As they stood in front of the pile, the futa's constant, harsh words finally got to him, and he spun around to face her, raising a fist as he did.

"Fine! I'll show you what a fucking man I am!"

Before his punch got anywhere close to her, Jane shoved him, using her full strength to show the pathetic male why she was dominant compared to him in every way. Johnny went sprawling backwards, landing hard in the mountain of garments and shoes and other things he once owned. The push knocked the wind out of him, the futa's brawn sure to leave bruises on his chest, and it took him a minute to gather his senses. When he did, he looked up to see Jane still standing right in front of him, her half-hard cock in hand, waving back and forth above his face. Her cockhead throbbed, her urethra gaping open once more.

"You're such a little bitch, so I guess I'll mark you like one!"

Johnny didn't have a second to contemplate her words before a dark stream of piss launched from her tip right at him! The acrid liquid splashed against his face, causing him to cough harshly, accidentally ingesting some of putrid golden waste while he tried to catch his breath. Despite his body hurting, he managed to roll out of the way and onto the grass, no doubt leaving stains on his expensive suit. Jane only laughed and continued to unleash her bladder, letting it soak into the heap of his clothing and jewelry for a moment before chasing him with it. Johnny crawled away on hands and knees towards his car, urine wetting his feet and legs as he went; the futa didn't even move, she just let her hose launch at him from where she stood. Finally making it to his vehicle, he hurried in, a last splash splattering against his windshield. Barely able to turn on the car he was shaking so violently, he hurtled out of the driveway faster than he ever had, screaming insults and threats at the futa the entire time.

The last thing he saw was her waving to him, smiling large, and she continued to ruin everything he had ever bought with her golden shower.

…

They had won.

Johnny still couldn't believe it, but they beat him in court. He thought the prenup and his wife's cheating would assure him victory, but the tables quickly turned on him. Somehow they'd found out about all the property and business he owned that he didn't disclose during the initial settling of his affairs, a big no-no in the law system, and it annulled the entire thing. On top of that, every woman in the neighborhood he had slept with while married to Darla came forth and testified against him, no doubt that homewrecker's doing. Those two things combined made what should have been an open and shut proceeding in his favor flip on its head, and he lost almost everything .

Almost.

He didn't know if it was pity or if Darla still had a little bit of love left for him, but she was gracious enough, according to the judge who presided over the case, to allow him to keep a couple of his properties. It was nothing compared to what he had, but he wasn't completely penniless at least. But he still lost the house, almost all of his income, and of course, his wife. Johnny had been all but ruined, and he knew his reputation as a businessman suffered as well. There was no turning back from this unless he moved far, far away, and at the moment that wasn't an option for him.

On top of everything, from his destroyed source of disposable dollars to all the court fees he had to pay, he had to break the lease on one of his last properties just to have somewhere to live! He couldn't afford to keep living in hotels, and his parents had died years ago, leaving him no other choice. The process for doing such a thing was long and costly, and Johnny barely had enough money to survive after that! He had some savings at least, but even those were drained by the divorce. This kind of destitution was something he had never faced before, and he was not handling it well.

That's what led him where he was now, sitting in a cold, dimly lit room on a cheap couch, beer in hand while numerous other empty bottles lined the coffee table and the floor around him. Staying in a house he would gladly rent to others, but wouldn't touch with a ten-foot pole if he had the choice - but he didn't. Chugging down another one of the cheap alcoholic beverages, he sorted through the pile of mail in front of him. Bills, bills, and more bills! Did it ever end? Before he threw the whole stack of envelopes to the side in exasperation, one caught his eye, one that was marked from the law office his wife and Jane used. He hadn't heard from them since their case was settled, and he wanted to keep it that way, so what could they possibly be sending him!? Opening the letter, he read it aloud, his words slightly slurred.

"Child support…?"

Oh God no .

…

Jane had a perfect life.

She reclined on the couch, naked, her feet on the coffee table as she drank from a glass of wine. A trashy soap opera played on the TV in front of her, keeping her attention until the clacking of heels coming towards her created a new distraction. Looking over, she admired the naked form of her partner, heavy with her children. Darla was also naked, as she usually was these days, except for the expensive shoes she wore, her taut, giant stomach bobbing in front of her. Her breasts, swollen and engorged with milk, had grown even bigger, and rested nicely on her pregnant bump; and what a bump it was! The blonde was carrying at least a couple of Jane's children, much like every other woman in the neighborhood was or had been, many of them having already given birth to a litter of her offspring. A litter their husbands helped pay for and raise, lest they end up like Johnny!

"Here's the sandwich you wanted sweetie!" Darla spoke sweetly, sitting next to the futa as she set the lunch on the table, one hand cradling her bloated stomach carefully.

"Thank you darling." Jane leaned over and kissed her, their tongues wrestling against each other before she pulled back, "Want your meal now?"

Darla's eyes roamed towards her lover's crotch.

"Yes." she couldn't help but moan as she spoke.

"Alright," Jane reached down and hefted her soft member up towards Darla's face, "come and get it!"

She laughed as Darla took hold of her member in her now-ringless fingers, engulfing the tip in her mouth without hesitation. Jane hummed to herself as the blonde started to suck, taking another sip from her wine and grabbing her food. Munching down on the delicious sandwich, she placed a hand on the back of Darla's head, an action that she took as encouragement to bob on the futa's pole even faster. This sort of thing had become routine, especially after Darla had been impregnated and normal sex became an issue, the worst part of the whole pregnancy thing to Jane. But they made do, and neither was about to complain!

There really wasn't anything Jane could complain about.

Was this where she expected to end up, living in suburbia, attached to one woman – mostly attached at least – living something that could be construed as normalcy? No, but she couldn't deny she enjoyed it. She had spent so much of her life roaming the country, offering her official and unofficial services to untold amounts of housewives, technically homeless the entire time, until she was forced to flee by some hotheaded husband with a gun and had to move cities or states, that this felt weird to her. But she was getting used to it. Things hadn't changed that much, in a sense, as she still was getting paid large sums of money to keep the ladies in the area fit from her sessions, working out and helping others with their bodies something she really enjoyed doing.

It was her main source of income, after all. Darla and her had won the court case of course, taking many of what's-his-name's properties and businesses for their own - but they'd sold all of them. Neither her nor Darla wanted the headache of dealing with all the paperwork and handiwork that came with owning so many places, so the first thing they did was get rid of them. Entrepreneurs and families who had wanted to own the places they lived, many of them apparently told by the previous owner they possibly could in the future, flocked to the couple, and everything was bargained for and auctioned off swiftly. Between the funds from that, Jane's personal training income, and the spousal support Darla received every month, they were basically set for life!

Jane never really felt bad about any of the things she did, either. She had come to terms with who she was ages ago, and the way she saw it, it took two to tango, so was she really the problem? Cheaters were gonna cheat, and most of the women she bedded were either already getting some on the side or at the very least wanted to. All except for Darla, really. Probably why she was so attracted to her - she was one of the few genuinely good people she'd ever met, even if she maybe had corrupted the housewife just the tiniest little bit. Darla seemed much happier as well without her former husband, which only made her happy as well, having actual real feelings for the pregnant blonde. And that bastard got what was coming to him anyway, Jane incredibly glad she could help speed up his comeuppance, especially when it turned out so well for her! So in the end, was Jane a good person? No, probably not.

But at least she wasn't a fuckin' landlord!