“Ok, please listen to me. I know before we got married and even after how much we talked about how monogamy was important to both of us. Very important in fact. Well, I want to ask for an exception…” Dana looked pleadingly as they stood in the hotel hallway. Even though she had hardly known Dana for a few hours, Jennifer couldn’t help but feel incredibly betrayed.
“Please, I beg you. You saw his cock right. Come on, let me fuck him. I beg you, please!” Dana begged.
“You want to run off with the sexy male version of yourself who used to be my husband. What is wrong with you?! You’re supposed to be my wife,” Jennifer reprimanded. The last part, where she called Dana her wife, rang true in a way it wouldn’t’ve just 30 minutes prior.
“Ugh, I hate you. I should have never married you. I’ll just-” for a moment Dana seemed to stutter before resolving again as Dani. “-just fuck him without you. I don’t know why I ever pretended to need or love you.”
Jennifer was pissed, her wife would leave her just to have sex with a sexier alternate version of herself, so what if he had a large girthy cock. There was also the fact that the was something subtly disturbing about him that she didn’t want to dwell on. Jennifer angrily marched over to Dani and slapped her, leaving a shocked Dani who seemed to glitch before resolving as Dana again.
“Come on, you’re coming with me. I’ll show you that I’m better than any man.” Jennifer dragged Dana into a suspiciously open hotel suite as her body started to heat up in anticipation of what they were about to do. Completely unaware of how out of character it was for her to be so sexually forward to even the bizarre reaction to her wife's confession.
Jennifer slammed the door behind her, ignoring her wife's pleas to fuck fake Daniel.
“Please you have to understand, I need to-” Jennifer silenced her with a kiss on the lips, smiling when Dana started to return it, only to frown when she pushed off her. It felt so out of character for her but she knew she had to do it so she pushed back shoving her onto the bed.
She would prove to her wife that she was better than any dick.
Jennifer couldn’t help but smile into Dana’s neck as her ministrations there elicited gasps and moans. But she wasn’t done. As she kissed her way down her jaw and neck Jennifer’s hands slid up Dana’s torso underneath her blouse until they found their goal.
The two moderately sized breasts were soon being thoroughly fondled by Jennifer as Dana writhed underneath her. She was confident that Dana would shortly forget about ever thinking about Not-Daniel’s massive dick.
As Dana slowly came to awareness the next morning she was immediately aware of how comfortable she was. She was spooning her wife Jennifer. She was happy. Even with Jennifer’s hair tickling her neck. She loved Jennifer unconditionally.
But everything was as it seemed. Strange, baffling memories were surfacing. Of her being different people. Many different people. What stood out the most to Dana was that throughout it all Jennifer stood by her side. If a bit reluctantly at times. She could also vaguely remember something about an evil version of herself that Jennifer had saved her from somehow. But those memories hadn’t fully surfaced yet.
Groaning, she slowly opened her eyes, squinting against the morning sun. Adrenaline rushed into her blood when it immediately became clear something was very wrong. Very very wrong.
