Saturday September 19, 2026

Alex snapped the photo and then quickly added to the message a quick “Can’t wait for you to get over here and grab hold!”

It was a lie of course, the last thing she wanted her ex to do was come over and grab hold of the third set of ass implants he’d paid for her to get, let alone the ass fucking that would follow. It was to the point now that the tightly stretched fabric of her dress made the two implants in her ass cheeks clearly visible to anyone who was looking.

She’d always know he was an ass man, and she’d had a pretty good ass when they’d met, along with a nice rack and a pretty face. All the things she needed to ensnare a rick husband like Jack.

For the first few years of their marriage things had gone well enough, she got what she wanted, he got what he wanted, and everything was alright.

But she’d never been one to be satisfied, and as much as Jack was alright in bed, she wanted something different. So, she’d started “stepping out” on him. Nothing public, just private encounters with men that would keep things quiet.

She’d thought it had worked out perfectly, there were only two problems with her plan.

The first was that Jack wasn’t dumb and had noticed the change in her attitude in bed pretty quickly, and then promptly put a private investigator on her ass.

The second was that, just like her, Jack was never satisfied either.

When he’d handed her the divorce papers, she’d assumed that it would be a straight forward event, a settlement according to their pre-nup and they’d both move on.

What she hadn’t planned for was The Perfect Divorce Service.

She’d gone to the arbitration meeting with Jack expecting a quick negotiation, what she got was a week of intensive brainwashing and her first set of ass implants.

She’d moved into her new condo afterwards, a short trip from Jack’s own penthouse suite a few floors above her, and spent her days making herself ready for his next visit.

The sound of her front door opening sent a shiver through her body and she quickly made her way out to the living room where Jack was already standing.

“Damn Lexi, I can see the junk in your trunk from the front!” he said with a chuckle and a whistle.

She smiled and giggled, then turned around, bent half way over and gave her ass a shake, then a slap.

“I know right! Like, it’s perfect! I can’t wait for you to…” she replied, and was about to say get your hands on it, but it was too late.

Jack had stepped over to her and already grabbed her ass, eliciting a low moan and more shivers across her body.

Her jiggled her ass, he squeezed her ass, he slapped her ass, for what seemed like forever, sending waves of pleasure through her.

All she could do was moan, and squeal, and beg him to do it harder and longer.

She almost orgasmed right then and there, the brainwashing having drilled it into her that her ass was her most sexual sensitive area.

After what seemed like forever, he reached out and grabbed her hair, pulling her upright, and then pushing her forward back into her bedroom. He pushed her down onto the bed face first, her ass up in the air, he grabbed hold of the thin material of her dress and simply ripped it apart.

He spanked her bare ass for several minutes as he undid his pants and let them fall to the floor, before pushing his shaft up to her sphincter and then drilling her ass with a sudden, hard thrust.

She cried out, not just from the pleasure that it cause, but the small orgasm that crested as soon as his abdomen came in contact with her ass. That too was programmed into her, each thrust would trigger another one, then another one, and then another one.

It would go on for as long as he continued to fuck her ass, right up until she felt his cum enter her bowels, and then, an orgasm like no other would crest and she’d cry out in pure bliss before collapsing from it.

Each time she’d gotten a new set of implants the orgasm had been stronger, she could only imagine what this one would be like.

Or for that matter the one after her next set of implants.