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!
The belt struck both their rumps. They both squeaked in pain as the belt left a red line that went from Jennifer’s rump to Patti’s butt. I grinned, my dick throbbing in my jeans at that.
“Fucking cheating wives,” I growled as I drew back the belt and swung again.
CRACK! CRACK!
“Nothing but fucking whores!” The rage snarled out of me as the belt smacked down on their butt-cheeks again.
CRACK! CRACK!
“That’s what you two are! Sluts!”
CRACK! CRACK!
“But what are you now?” I demanded, Shaun watching me whip his whore-wife with my bimbo-wife. “You’re my bimbos now!”
CRACK! CRACK!
“I own these asses, right?”
“Yes, hunny!” both of the bimbos squealed together, their asses striped with red welts that went from one slut to the other. They shuddered there, wiggling their rumps at me.
CRACK! CRACK!
“We’re so baddie and deservey to be spanked!” gasped Jennifer as she quivered there, her rump bright red.
“Yesy yes!” Patti quivered there, looking over her shoulder. Tears beaded her eyes. “So baddie to leave you and dump you and marry Shaun and his little cock when I could have your biggie dickie, hunny, and love it and fuck it and cum so muchy harder and feel so goody great!”
“Patti,” croaked her husband. He had more tears in his eyes than the bimbos. Fucking sissy putz.
“Who owns your cunts?” I growled. “Your mouths! Your assholes! Who owns your fucking bodies?”
CRACK! CRACK!