“Okey-dokey!” she moaned. “Ooh, ooh, where did Terry go? He could fuck my pussy now. And you could fuck my mouth. Isn’t that so hottie, hubby?”
“God, you’re a fucking whore,” I groaned, my phone beeping.
I had never quite heard that beep from my phone. I snagged it and saw that it was a notification from the Bimbo App. I opened it up to see that… my ex had leveled up. Her picture glowed with a pink aura. I touched it.
There were a bunch of things I could give her, like skill points or something from a video game. I frowned as I read through them. Oral Sex Bimbo, Huge Boobs Bimbo, Creampie Lover Bimbo. On and on until I saw the last one that made my brow furrow. Ex-Wife Bimbo.
I clicked it to read the description. Your ex-wife becomes your loving wife once more and will never cheat on you (requirement: bimbo must be ex-wife).
“How the fuck does it know?” I asked, staring at the app. Didn’t all these tech companies like steal your privacy information? Probably got it from… what? I didn’t use Facebook or that Shitter, as we called Twitter at the construction sight. I used Tinder, Signal, and watched sluts dance on TikTok. And PornHub, of course.
Fuck it. I clicked on Ex-Wife Bimbo.
“Still want to fuck Terry?” I asked my bimbo wife.
“No!” She looked horrified now. “I’m your wifey! See!” To my surprise, she was wearing her wedding ring. The cheap one that I bought her. All I could afford as an eighteen-year-old kid. Had she been wearing that the whole time? I thought she sold it off. “I’m your wifey! Not a slutty whore that would ever, ever, ever want another cocky but this one!”
“Damn,” I groaned. “Finally my faithful wife.”
“Yeppers!” She smacked the side of her head. “Too many dummy thoughts in here. Thoughts are stupid. Thinking is for dummies. I just wanna love you and care for you and fuck you and make you cum! That’s all a wifey needs! A good wifey! Like me!”
“Fuck, yes,” I groaned and pulled her to me.
I kissed my ex-wife. Hell, she really was my wife again. She had my wedding ring on and everything. This bimbo app was an amazing thing. I loved the feel of her against me, her big boobs rubbing on my chest. Her lips were the way they had been on the day we got married. And this time… This time, she couldn’t stray.
Fuck, I loved this app.
My phone started beeping. I broke the kiss and saw flashing on the screen JEALOUS BOYFRIEND APPROACHING.
I grinned and turned to hear the front door open. “Hey, Jennifer, I got off work early. I thought we could see a movie or something How does that sound?”
He came down the hallway and froze at the sight of me. Anger flashed across his face followed by hurt. “What did you do to her!” he growled. “You animal!”
He threw a punch at me. The weakest, most telegraphed punch ever. I dodged it and slammed my fist into his guts. He doubled over and dropped onto his hands and knees. He coughed and wheezed as I grabbed my boxers.
“Just picking up my wife,” I told him. I kicked him in the stomach again. “That’s for touching my woman.”
“Yeah! You meany!” Jennifer added. “I’m his wifey, and you took advantage of all my horny thoughts and made me into a naughty wifey!” She kicked him, too, her big boobs bouncing.
“What?” he gasped, looking on in shock.
“Come on,” I growled as I drew up my jeans. “Pack a suitcase. Take only your sluttiest underwear.”
“Yes, honey!” she cooed, my cum dripping out of her.
Her boyfriend cringed on the floor as she puttered around and started gathering her slutty underwear, and I knew there would be a lot, into a small carry-on bag. She hummed, wiggling her hips. Her butt-crack grew sticky with my cum leaking out of her bowels.
“What is going on?” whimpered the guy on the ground.
“You’re a meany who fucked a married woman!” Jennifer said.
“But you hate him!” croaked the wimp. “You always are badmouthing him.”
“I lovey him to death!” she gasped. “I do! Don’t listen to him, Bill! I’m your lovey dovey slutty wifey!”
“Yes, you are,” I said, grinning at her. “Come on, move. We have places to go. I have other ex-wives to get back.”
“Yay!” she squealed and rushed to me naked, her big boobs jiggling.
I pulled on my t-shirt and headed out the door. She followed, leaving her last simp whimpering on the floor. My wife put on a pair of stripper heels before heading out the door with me. I marched to my pickup truck. A Ford, of course, with the red paint job. It was battered. A work truck I’d had for fifteen years. Longer than any of my wives.
I slipped in and Jennifer hopped into the cab. She beamed at me and instantly started rubbing at my crotch like she was horny. Just wanting to suckle on my dick. Of course, she did. That was the sort of kinky slut I was dealing with.
“Mmm, I gotta sucky your dick because it was in my butt.” She paused. “Right? My buttyhole feels all juicy with cummies, so that must mean…” She concentrated. “That… you must have fucked my ass! So your cock must be all dirty wirty!”
“Damn straight I fucked that bitch-ass,” I said as she pulled out my cock. “Get to suckin’ my dick clean, Jennifer. Be a good wife!”
She squealed in delight as she ducked her head down and engulfed my cock. I groaned, savoring that delight. I loved the feel of her mouth working up and down my dick. She knew what she was doing. She was a consummate whore. Just the perfect wife now.
I groaned, savoring that hot mouth buffing me clean. My bimbo-wife worked her mouth up and down my shaft, suckling with all her might. She danced her tongue around my dick to buff me clean, sending such heat rushing through my body.
I loved what she did to me. It was an incredible rush to have her nursing on me. She suckled with all her might on my cock. It was an outstanding rapture to have her blowing me. She polished my pole with that hot and wet mouth.
“That’s it,” I groaned as I backed out of the simp’s driveway.
He stumbled out, wiping at his eyes and staring forlornly out the window as I pulled out. He would have caught the whore cheating no matter what. I was saving him from future heartache. Jennifer would never accept responsibility. If you caught her cheating, she would make you pay.
“Doing you a favor,” I said as I drove by. Not that the guy heard me. I groaned, savoring that hot mouth working up and down my dick. She suckled hard, nursing on me with passion. I loved the feel of that delicious mouth bobbing away at me.
I drove down the street, the pressure in my balls building and building. She knew what she was doing. That Level 1 bimbo-wife suckled hard. She swirled her tongue around my dick, delivering such pleasure that swelled the pressure in my balls.
“Damn,” I groaned, cars driving by as my wife blew me. “Damn, this is hot.”
They had no idea I was getting blown.