Bimbofied Wife Cucks the Wimp
Bill Crest
I had my phone ready the moment that my second ex-wife, Patti, reached her front door. I was on the other side on her porch. She had remarried to this tool named Shaun who was also home. I heard him tell her to open the door. Patti had wanted kids. I hadn't.
So she found someone else that could give them to her.
The door opened and there she was. A brunette woman in her thirties. She was looking good in her tight t-shirt that showed off those nice, big tits of hers that I loved. I did like my women to be busty. She wore a pair of purple sweatpants. Casual clothes.
Her expression soured at the sight of me. "What are you doing--"
I tapped
YES
on my phone and bimbofied her.
"HERE!" she squealed. "Yes, yes, yes, you're here! Ooh, ooh, yay!"
My ex-wife threw herself at me, her arms wrapping around my neck. She planted her mouth on mine and thrust her tongue into my mouth. She kissed me with wild passion. This was nothing at all like the Patti I remembered.
She made out with me with such passion. Her lips worked on mine. I groaned as I made out with her. She was mine again. Just like Jennifer, my first bitch of an ex-wife that was bouncing beside us and clapping her hands in joy.
I was making my ex-wives into my bimbo-sluts. Turning them into airhead whores who were more than happy to do whatever I wanted. Who would be mine. I even had made Jennifer into my Ex-Wife Bimbo, a special type of bimbo because she had left me.
I would do the same to Patti and to my third ex-wife, Courtney the stripper.
"Hey, honey, who is it?" asked Shaun, the new husband.
Patti kept kissing me. Her lips were so soft and tasty on mine. She kissed me with passion. I groaned at how wanton she was. How eager she was to kiss me. She wiggled against me, her lusts burning through me.
Once, I thought she would make a great mom for Barbie, my daughter with Jennifer.
But Patti wanted to have her own children. When she divorced me, she had Shaun waiting to ask her out on dates. They were married so fast. It was disgusting how fast her coworker had become her husband. It was suspicious how quickly they had fallen into their relationship.
"Patti!" Shaun asked again. "Who is it?"
Patti broke the kiss and squealed, "It's my exy-husband! He's come over all strong and muscly and makes my pussy all wet."
"What?" Shaun gasped in shock.
I heard the recliner close as the phone in my hand vibrated and beeped. I pulled away from Patti as Shaun appeared in the doorway, shocked to see his wife pressed against me. I glanced down at the screen of my phone where the app flashed the warning:
JEALOUS HUSBAND APPROACHING
.
The App wanted me to spend 20 Bimbo Crystals to make Shaun into a cuckold. Like I was going to do that. I didn't have twenty to spend. Besides, he was a little office putz. I worked construction. I didn't have anything to fear.
I kept one arm around Patti as I stepped into the house, Jennifer following. Shaun stared in hurt confusion as his wife clung to me. I had my hand on her ass. I turned off my phone and shoved it into my jeans pocket.
"Bill?" His forehead furrowed. "What are you doing here?
"I'm here to fuck your wife," I growled. "So just sit your ass down and watch the show."
"I... What?" He shook his head. "I won't do that! Fuck my wife! Patti?"
"Ooh, ooh, he's so strongy and all muscly and makes my pussy wussy so wettie and juicy and achy and I wanna have his big dickie in me! He has such a biggier dickie than you do! You have just a little bittle cock, but Bill. He's hung!"
"Yes!" squealed Jennifer. "Hungy like a... a... studly hubby! Yay!"
"Patti!" gasped Shaun. He tried to swell up and square off.
"You took my wife from me, pencil-dick!" I growled. "Probably fucked her behind my back before she even left me! So sit your ass down and watch me fuck her hard with my big cock before I take off my belt and whip you like the fucking bitch you are!"
"We didn't..." Bill whimpered. "Not until she... she served you the divorce papers. It was just flirting. That's all. Flirting."
"Just flirty and getting him all buttery up to wanty me so he could give me babies!" Patti said. "But he didn't. I wanna have babies! Give me babies, Bill. With your big dickie fucking my juicy pussy!"
"I want babies, too, hunny!" squealed Jennifer.
"Fuck," I growled, staring at Patti. Hearing her say those words had my blood boiling. I suspected, but... "You really were fucking flirting with him behind my back before you divorced me. Got your next guy lined up, you fucking tramp. You're as bad as Jennifer."
"I'm so baddie!" Jennifer gasped. "I did baddie things. But now I'm his goody slutty wifey again! Right, hubby!"
"You know what, before I fuck that slut-ass, Patti, I'm going to fucking punish you," I growled. I glanced at Shaun. "Sit your bitch-ass down
now!"
He squeaked and darted for his chair. He sat down in it, gripping the armrests. His face paled. I bet Patti was already thinking of a replacement. They had been married, what, three years now. My third wife was a stripper I married on the rebound. It hadn't lasted long.
"This is insane," said Shaun. "She picked me over you."
"Because I wanna babies!" Patti said, bouncing up and down. "Bill was all meany and wouldn't give me one, but you... You would. But you didn't!"
"Probably got the next sucker lined up, huh?" I growled, disgust burning in me. I had been married to Patti the longest. Over a decade. After I caught Jennifer cheating on me when Barbie was a baby, I had met Patti. My high school sweetheart turned out to be a whore, but I thought Patti was a good one. "Fucking bend your skank-ass over the armrest of the couch," I growled. "After you get naked!"
"Yes, yes, yes!" squealed Patti. She ripped off her t-shirt. She had a gray sports bra underneath. She peeled that off next. Her big boobs bounced free.
"Patti," Shaun groaned as he sat there on the couch. He stared at me. Glared at me. I chuckled at that, my dick throbbing in my jeans. God, I loved this App.
Fucking shame that little shit used it to turn my daughter Barbie into his whore. Maybe I should have kicked his ass, but... He gave me this App. He gave me a chance to get my ex-wives back and make them into my fucktoys.
Patti shoved off her sweatpants, her big boobs jiggling. They swayed back and forth, her brown hair falling around her face. She bent over and stepped out of her sweatpants, losing her slippers in the process. She had on a pair of gray cotton panties in a bikini cut. She peeled those off revealing a trimmed bush dripping in her cunt cream.
"Yay, I'm all nakedy!" she squealed, bouncing up and down.
"Me, too!" gasped Jennifer. My first bimbo-wife bounced up and down, her big, fake tits jiggling. She didn't have natural boobs like Patti. Jennifer bought them with my child-support payments. Her blonde hair swayed around her face, her shaved pussy dripping with my cum. "I'm all nakedy, too! Yay!"
"Patti, bend that ass over the armrest of the couch," I growled, unbuckling my belt. "You're as bad as Jennifer and..." I glanced at my bimbo-wife, anger swelling through me. "You, too, Jennifer. You're both bad wives that needed to be spanked. Bend over with her!"
They both did. Not out of fear, but out of excitement. They rushed to the couch and bent over it. They thrust their rumps out at me. I groaned at the sight of them wiggling their hips. They had jiggling rumps, both of them so ready to be spanked.
"This is going too far!" Shaun gasped as he stood. "Patti, you don't have to do this. I'll call the police. They'll arrest this--"
"Shaun, you sit your bitch-ass down," I said, pulling my belt through the loops of my jeans. "If you stand one more time, I'll make sure you're eating the rest of your meals through a straw!"
He gasped and sank back down. Fucking pussy.
"You need to understand," I continued, staring at the cuckold, "that your wife's a bimbo-whore now.
My
bimbo-whore. I own her ass!"
"Ooh, ooh, he does!" Patti said, her butt-cheeks clenching. "I'm lovey it! I'm his bimboy-whorey slut now! He ownies me! Isn't that awesomey, dear! I get his biggie dick back in me! No more smally cock! Biggie dick!"
"Patti," croaked Shaun.
I stretched my belt between my hands and stared at those two asses. "You both were bad. Jennifer and Patti, you both fucking cheated on me. You both were my wives, and cheated on me. Left me!"
"No, no," Jennifer said. "That's not me now! I'm goody. I'm your wifey and I lovey you and suckie your dick and only want you to fuck my pussy!"
"Still," I growled, "you have to be punished for cheating on me. For being a cunt all these years. And Patti..."
"I was so baddie," whimpered Patti. "I did. I wanna babies and I got all scared and found a man I could control and make him do things and I went for him!"
"Patti," Shaun groaned.
"Some fucking loser, huh?" I said, grinning. "That's cold, Patti. You deserve to be whipped, right?"
"Yes!" She wiggled her rump. "I deservey it for being a baddie whore-wife bitch!"
That was what I wanted to hear. I gripped the belt and swung it.
CRACK! CRACK!
