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“Oh, hi Thomas, how are you?” Irene asked as Thomas stood on her doorstep, a smile on her lips.
Thomas blinked, “Ah, I’m alright, how are you?” he sputtered out, surprised at the friendly greeting.
“I’m well, thank you. At least better than Kathy, Melanie, and Betty I suspect.”
If Thomas had been drinking a glass of water he’d have done a spit take, instead his eyes widened and he tried to conceal the Realitinator even more behind his back.
“Ah… what do you mean?” he asked.
Irene smiled at him and opened the door the rest of the way before waving him inside, “Please, come in.” she said.
He stepped over the threshold and she closed the door behind him, “I haven’t been able to get ahold of Kathy for the last couple of days but I did talk to Melanie, at least I tried to. And as for Betty, I suddenly have a series of text messages from her gushing about her burgeoning porn career. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out something is going on, and with you at my doorstep, well…” she replied with a shrug at the end.
Thomas cleared his throat and shifted where he stood, “I mean, I guess, ok, but you seem very calm.”
“I guess I kinda am, I always had a crush on you Thomas but I never would have done anything when you were together with Kathy. When you broke up I though we might get together at some point, but I guess Kathy broke you too much for that now.” she said with a sigh.
Thomas blinked several times as they walked into the living room, “So can I see it?” Irene asked.
Thomas slowly revealed the Realitinator from behind his back and her eys went wide.
“I guess its about what I expected from your love of old sci-fi movies. Can I ask what you’re going to do to me?”
“I… I was going to make you into a sex addict… kinda a real life Jessica Rabbit.”
“I guess that’s better than a bimbo stripper or porn star. Ok, well, I’m ready.” she said and stood in front of the fireplace, her hands clasped behind her back.
Thomas hesitated for a moment, but then lifted the Realitinator up and aimed it right at her, depressing the trigger she watched the multi-coloured beam burst forth and she gasped when it struck her.
Irene blinked and then looked down at herself, then back up at Thomas, before turning around and looking into the mirror.
She reached up and touched her face, then her breasts, and finally her ass, before turing around and shooting a quizzical look at Thomas. She looked different but the same, like a idealized version of herself.
“I don’t feel any different honey.” she said and instantly felt her nipples harden and a gasp escape her lips.
“Honey. Ooooooo. Honey! OOOOOOOO!” she repeated the word and a surge of pleasure came to her each time.
She wiggled her hips as she walked over and wrapped her arms around Thomas’ shoulders, “Honey, did you make me into your slutty redheaded trophy wife?”
Just the thought sent her stomach into backflips and her pussy tingling so she let out a little giggle.
Thomas nodded and then reached around and grabbed her ass with his free hand.
“Mmmm… Honey, are you going to fuck me now… please?”
Thomas let go of her and pushed her off so he could put the Realitinator somewhere safe, but then he returned and took hold of her again, passion flaring up in her, as they kissed and flopped down onto the couch.
She could feel his stiffness against her as she laid on top of him, so she pushed herself off and onto the floor, her hands making quick work of his pants, her lips wrapping around him.
It wasn’t long before they were both naked and he was pounding away at her pussy as she cooed and awed as she knew she was right where she was meant to be.
Thomas had been surprised by Irene, he’d know she wasn’t a little quieter than the rest of her friends, but he’d never suspected she had any feeling for him.
He did wonder if she’d just said those things to get some sympathy from him, or if she’d really meant them, but it didn’t matter now. Now she believed with every fibre in her being that she wanted to be his trophy wife more than anything else.
Thomas had to admit that he was quite satisfied with the result too.
That didn’t mean he wouldn’t be “hiring” Ka to have a threesome with them, or visiting Melody at the stripclub, or fucking Irene while Betty’s pornos played, every once in a while. Just that Irene would make a good every day slutty redheaded trophy wife.
He looked over at the Realitinator and wondered if he should keep it, or if it was better to disassemble it. He was going to be pretty busy for a while with the four of them, and he certainly didn’t want it to fall into the wrong hands.
Well, that was a decision for another time, right now, he wanted to take Irene up to her bedroom and see if her tits were as fuckable as they looked.
Sam
May 2, 2024 — 8:36 am
Love it when both sides have a happy ending.