This choice: Meanwhile a wife was plotting her cheating husband's downfall. • Go Back...Chapter #6Meanwhile a wife was plotting... by: Mr. George   Chloe James knew her husband was cheating on her. Her fury being hidden, as she knew the temptations he faced with the work he performed. The bimbo labs were ripe with opportunities and temptations that would influence even the most devoted husband.
Accidentally, being included in a group chat, she discovered quite how loathsome Jack was. Holding the record for skewering the most gynoids in one day. After all, he was responsible for ensuring they were no longer contagious, and so had the first chance.
A casual conversation with Chloe over the dinner table, had him telling her how dangerous, and important his work was. After all, one slip, and he could become infected. His boast was meant to soothe her worries, and confirm how steadfast he was.
However, with her cheek twitching in irritation, his infidelity proud, even topping the office league table. She heard only the opportunity to ensure his downfall. The subtle pricks to his latex gloves, would surely pay off in the end. Other slight stresses on the seams of his lab clothes worked to make certain they'd fail at some critical time. She never knew the day, or even if it was working. But, the hope that one day, she'd receive the call from the lab.
She had to cover the mobile phone, as she hissed, "Yes!" in triumph as that fateful call finally came. It came with compensation too, for his family.
The giggling Jakki had to be peeled from his protective clothes. They weren't tailored for any physique like Jack now possessed. A full bust ensured she struggled to breathe deeply. It was equally tight across her hips and ass. Ensuring, the outline of her camel-toe was unmistakable. The wrinkled middle hung loose around her reduced waist. The narrower shoulders ensured the gloves that had failed, hung loose on her slimmer fingers.
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Jakki James: Jack James no more.
She fell backwards giggling onto the sterile bench, flaunting her bimbo curves. Utterly incapable to comprehend the horror and disgust on her former colleagues faces. No such worries would ever bother her again.
She giggled, as she presented her enormous rump. Hissing in delighted pain, as she received the injection that would ensure she was no longer contagious. Her lust addled mind, and hormone soaked body ensured she was constantly horny, and incapable of coherent thoughts for more than a few minutes at the most. Her hands eternally questing for the self-pleasure she needed when no cock was available. She warbled and sang with delight glorying in her sexuality and wanton abandon.
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Her eyes lacked any spark of intelligence, but it was her lips that drew the most attention. Her nails constantly glistening, slick and sticky.
A week later, she gained her tag, to prove to the general public that she wasn't infectious.
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