mr-h-m-bo:incident-management:Maitland Ward Pulling up to your house you notice your young wife loun

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Maitland Ward

Pulling up to your house you notice your young wife lounging by the front window, holding… Is that what you think it is? You’re glad your estate is on private land, though you notice one of the gardeners with a suspiciously large bulge leering at the display until he notices you and shyly looks the other way.

“Evening honey, how was your day?“ Your wife asks as she slowly stretches, causing blood to rush away from your head. You manage to keep your wits long enough to enquire about the… sex toy in her hand.

“Oh this?“ She waves it casually. “One of your… dalliances stopped by. Sara? Selma? S something. It doesn’t matter.“ Your tie suddenly feels very tight as you begin to stammer.

“Oh sweetie, don’t worry. I’m not mad. After all, you forgive my extracurricular activities.“ She waves at the well endowed gardener who blushes and makes a hasty retreat behind some bushes.

“Anyway, Shelia! It was Shelia! Some trashy stripper. Probably from one of those sleazy strip clubs you always do business in. Anyway, she barged in yelling about how you slept with her like I was supposed to care. I think she was trying to blackmail us? When I yawned she threatened to go to the press and I, well, poof!“

“Uhuh,“ I make a mental note to buy that diamond bracelet she wants for our next anniversary. “So are you going to change her back?“

“Eww, no! God, reversing it would be such a pain! And she was basically a glorified fleshlight anyway. I figured we could give her to your pervy nephew who’s always staring at my tits. Or your chief of staff. God knows that prick could stand to blow off some steam.“

She gives a predatory smile waving the sex toy in your general direction. “But before that, wanna have a threesome?”