Dr. White's Code of Sluts Ch. 01 Pt. 02

But the majority of the evidence she showed me was from his affair with Krystal. With the true ferocity of an addict, she had clearly been blowing up his phone over the last few months. Not only with some truly vicious words about Annie, but all the things she planned to do to Eddie or did do to Eddie. And again, Krystal didn't hold back, saying things that made even me wince. She wasn't wrong, of course, but she was a straight-up cunt about it. Eddie didn't seem to mind, of course, responding to her just as avidly. He didn't hold back either as they talked openly about what they'd been doing together. Some truly filthy stuff...

And that wasn't even discussing the sexts they'd sent to each other. She was more upfront about it, and for the first time, I got to see all the goods. Her blimp-like tits were as good as advertised, her ass looked even better bare than it did clothed, and she had tattoos all over. Her body seemed designed for the sole purpose of fucking, and I realized now what a fool's errand it had been to try to convince Krystal otherwise. She was clearly reveling in using her hot body for its intended purpose again, and she enjoyed showing it off for Eddie. She had sent pictures of her gorgeous face, her tits, her pussy, her ass. Everything. And they always met with Eddie's approval. As the texts went on, I could see Eddie get more confident in their affair, even sending a few juicy dick pics her way. And it was clear by the way he was talking about Annie that he wasn't holding back for her sake in the slightest. His feelings for his wife had clearly gone down the drain. He was nearly as vicious as Krystal was.

I was so proud.

God, seeing what I'd done to him, how far I'd corrupted him to the point where he was openly badmouthing his wife, the woman he claimed to love, and taking part in an affair with an evil, slutty sex addict... fuck, it was so fucking hot! I could feel my nipples stiffen beneath my top.

I looked up at Annie's sobbing face, doing my best to maintain an even demeanor. I smiled sadly, reassuring her.

"How could he?" she sobbed. "I can't believe he would do this! He... Jesus... I trusted him, and I believed in him... but he'd been acting so weird lately. I just had to know! And this... I couldn't imagine he would do anything like this! With that... with that slut!"

"I'm so sorry, hon," I replied. "I know I told you after me and him met that it was possible he could cheat, but... I never would have expected this. I'm so sorry."

"I can't believe he would do this..." she cried. "This isn't the man I married. How could he do this! He loves me!"

"Hon..." I began, stifling a grin at what I was about to say. "It could be a lot of things. But maybe... maybe this is in fact who he is. Perhaps he's always had these desires. He's just hid them away because he knew you couldn't keep up with them. And maybe... he tried so hard to stifle them, but doing so made them come back. He tried to hide them for your sake, but... maybe he just couldn't contain them anymore. Maybe he sensed your paranoia, and that pushed him into the arms of that woman. Or maybe you weren't paranoid enough, missing obvious signs. Who knows? It could be lots of things. But hon... trust me, you have to believe that this is his fault."

She looked up at me, crushed that, despite me saying he was the one at fault, every criticism I made gently implied that this was all in fact her fault. Which frankly... it kinda was. She never should have tried to marry someone so far out of her league, someone whose tastes she could never keep up with. It was never gonna be the fairy tale she wanted it to be. Sure, there was a chance they could live a lifetime together unscathed, I grant that, more than I let on to Eddie during our meetings together. But something like this happening... her husband leaving her for another woman, it would always be in play, especially with the type of women I've been seeing rise up lately. That's what she signed up for marrying a hunk like him. All it took was a slut like me to push the issue. Annie's face was truly crestfallen as I seemed to 'inadvertently' throw the blame her way, a new wave of tears began flowing out of her.

"Here..." I said, acting warm and friendly and innocent, opening my arms for the crushed woman. Nodding sadly, she approached me and received my hug. I pulled her in tightly as I comforted her, but I couldn't help but press my big tits against her inferior pair. As bad as it sounded, I wanted her to be reminded of this fact even in this moment of true despair, and additionally... fuck, this sounds really bad. But it was really hot knowing that I was rubbing the weapons I'd used to corrupt Eddie against the woman he was married to, the woman who'd been demolished in this whole process. These tits had ruined her marriage and destroyed her life, and in this moment, she had no choice but to take it. I made her take it. She had no choice but to feel my massive boobs overwhelming her miniscule pair in this moment of her greatest misery, further emphasizing her insecurity. With my face out of sight of hers, I finally let loose the cocky smirk I'd been holding in this entire tame. As I rubbed my boobs against her, my stiff nipples pressing into her, I could feel her tense up ever so slightly. Not so much to suspect anything, but enough to notice for sure.

"It'll be okay," I said, rubbing her back, my boobs pressing into her pathetic flat chest firmly. "It'll be okay."

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Eddie and Annie divorced not long after this. I comforted Annie all through it, and she never suspected a thing about my role in all this. In fact, we were meeting more often due to the fallout of her marriage's disintegration. So, that was good news for me, in so many ways.

Many months later, she began dating a new man. A man that frankly couldn't compare to Eddie in the slightest, and one she clearly felt less passion for, but he was more on her level, which was probably for the best. This was a relationship that was far more likely to last than her previous attempt of roping down someone so far out of her league. And the good thing for her was... I didn't find him desirable in the slightest, so she'd get no interference on my part. She was in the clear in that sense.

But I confess that I found myself somewhat disappointed in her downfall. With my previous case, Jenny had completely cratered after discovering her husband cheating on her, and as bad as it sounded, that made it way hotter. Knowing that sex could be that sinful, that powerful, to affect someone else so strongly... God damn, it was just really fucking hot! There's no better way to say it! The unholy fucking between Gina and Matt had conjured something so strong that it had broken poor Jenny. Part of me had hoped for a repeat here with Annie, to start out my pursuit of knowledge with a bang. Perhaps it was due to her strength of character, but Annie hadn't crumbled. Sure, she had faltered, she'd been beaten down emotionally, but she was still maintaining. That said a lot about her as a person, but damn... it wasn't as much fun for me! I'd have to keep thinking on this, try to figure out if it was still possible to recapture that magic...

As for Eddie and Krystal, I only got a few glimpses at them over that first few months of their coupling, nothing much, the occasional small check-in. At first, they were just consumed with each other, and I didn't want to get in the way, so for a bit there, I was kinda in the dark. This lasted for a little while, until, funnily enough, Annie brought me some new information about them.

In the immediate aftermath of her break-up, before she met her new guy, she was in a really bad place, reaching the point where she was cyberstalking her ex-husband. Seeing what he had been up to since breaking up with her. I gleaned a few things second-hand from her, before telling her this wasn't a productive thing for her to be spending her nights doing. But once we were done that night, I realized that it was a fruitful line of investigation for me to be doing. So, doing a bit of cyberstalking myself, I quickly pulled up their social media. And for the first time in a while, I got to actually see what Eddie had been up to.

Just looking at his Facebook page alone, I learned so much. Him and Krystal were married now, as they clearly didn't wait long after the divorce. And Krystal seemed to revel in showing her and him off, posting a lot of pictures of them together. A lot of pictures. Him, looking handsome and studly, plus that extra bit of sexual confidence he had gained that made him look fucking irresistible. Her, often dressed in very revealing clothing, clinging to her new man, always on his arm, the perfect, sexy couple everyone wished they could be a part of. But most couldn't. Only people on their level could. In that sense, they were aspirational.

It was obvious just looking at these pictures that her and him were all over each other, probably spending every chance they could having sex. And knowing what I knew about them, that meant at least 2-3 times a day, and more likely probably even more than that. They were both addicts to this shit, and they had found their perfect match in each other.

There were beach pictures, her in a very slutty thong bikini showing off show so much skin, him wearing one of those snug bicycle-short style trunks, the type you need to be at a certain level of fitness and attractiveness to pull off. And yeah... he pulled it off. His bulge was evident through the tight material, something that I doubt was an accident with Krystal taking the picture.

And funnily enough, because it was something I had offhandedly mentioned to him during one of our appointments, but he had gone back to his high school class reunion with his new woman. If he had any hesitance about showcasing his true desires, you sure wouldn't know it. I saw a picture from this event, with Krystal on his arm, wearing a sleeveless purple dress so tight it looked painted on, supported solely by her big tits, which were being very lewdly displayed in the slinky dress.

And funnily enough, scrolling through some of the other pictures, I saw a familiar name tagged. Callie, that girl he'd run into that had sent him into an existential crisis by mentioning his reputation for dating 'big-titty girls'. She'd run into him and Krystal at the reunion, taking a few pictures with the couple. The first one clearly had her giving a pointed look to Eddie, seeing him not even try to hide the predilections he swore he didn't have. But in another photo, with Eddie in the middle, Krystal pressed up to him on one side, and with his arm around Callie on the other side, one other fact had become clear.

She got breast implants.

She'd claimed that she wasn't Eddie's type of girl because of her lack of endowments. When I told Eddie that she clearly wanted to fuck him, and her lashing out by making the 'big-titty girl' comment was her being upset she could never have him, Eddie denied it categorically. He supposedly knew better. But clearly, I was right. She'd gotten some pretty sizable breast implants after their last run-in, and all of a sudden, Eddie was being extra friendly. Coincidence, I doubt it. She did want him! I was right. I was fucking right! I shook my head and smiled when I saw that.

"Fucking bitch," I said to myself.

Judging by the fact that there were more pictures of Callie hanging out with the couple after this event, it was clear that she'd wiggled her way into their lives, more than likely through a three-way. And seeing that they were hanging out, Callie and Krystal in bikinis around a pool... I would say it went well. And I would also say that I had little doubt that Callie would be the last woman who joined the happy couple in the bedroom. And it was doubtful she was the first.

I went back to photos from his class reunion, marveling at the man I knew. Eddie... he was just so open about his desires now. He wasn't holding back. He wasn't ashamed. He clearly loved it. He was reveling in it. He had been so ashamed of his desires before, so concerned with his reputation and what all his peers thought of him. Now, he'd literally gone back among those old peers at this reunion with a woman who had tits the size of watermelons, shamelessly parading this fact to all them. He'd made his choice, and now he was at least being open about it. But I suspected even his peers were shocked at how open he was about the type of women he likes. He wasn't even trying to deny it anymore.

I loved it.

I loved seeing his growth. I loved seeing him accept his desires. I loved that he was with someone who could satisfy him the way he deserved every fucking day. And judging by his most recent post, Krystal was pregnant with their first baby. That fact made me smile for so many reasons. First, he'd been so responsible and was trying to wait to have kids with Annie, when clearly deep down he just didn't want to have kids with her, as proven by him knocking Krystal up right away. And secondly... that baby would literally not be here without me. My manipulations had brought that child to this world, and that filled me with a major rush of excitement.

It also spurred me into reaching out to her, calling her, hoping to catch up. She clearly seemed overjoyed to be pregnant, so ready to be a mommy, and she told me that she couldn't wait to have more babies. She wanted a whole gaggle of them. I was so happy for her.

I wasn't sure how much she knew about what I'd done with Eddie, but pretty quickly I caught on that she knew everything. And this fact became clear as she had obviously made the same conclusion I had, that they wouldn't be together without me, so she told me that they were gonna name their baby Jennifer, after me.

I was honestly touched, and I couldn't believe I was beginning to get a little emotional.

Then, mere seconds after saying that, she invited me to join her and Eddie in a surprise, extra nasty three-way, which certainly took some of the emotion out of her previous statement. But I accepted the offer, obviously, and... haha, funnily enough, I literally went from an appointment with Annie, left my office, and proceeded to fuck her ex-husband and the slut who'd fully stolen him from her. And, yeah, as we did it, the slut who'd stolen her man was pregnant with her ex-husband's first child.

It was so fucked up, and I fucking loved it!

Watching them together, seeing them in action, watching their bodies move in concert, I realized now more than ever that I'd made the right choice pairing them off. They were perfect for each other. I had told him before that his soulmate probably had huge tits, and I was pretty confident that I'd been proven right. And he was equally a good match for her. A big cocked, successful man who could spoil her rotten and give her lots of babies. That was her dream. Seeing their house... big, lots of rooms, a pool, a fancy kitchen. She was living the life of her dreams, a life few got to achieve, especially women considered far more productive to society, but damn had she earned it. She was living her best life, as was he.

When I left that night, I felt a level of personal and professional pride that I'd never once experienced before in all my years of playing it by the book. I felt completely and totally validated in choosing the path I had. How could I look back after experiencing what I did?

That being said, despite the fact that everything seemed wrapped up... the book just didn't feel finished. Something was missing for me, and at first I couldn't quite place it. I hadn't experienced this feeling the first time with Matt and Gina. When that whole thing was done, everything felt final. The story felt whole. But for some reason, it just didn't here. And it was only after a few more weeks of meeting with Annie that I finally put it together.

Annie's downfall... it just wasn't complete.

It had been gnawing at me for weeks in the back of my mind. Despite having lost her husband to another woman, despite being completely heartbroken... it still felt like Annie got off too easy. Jenny, Matt's ex-wife... she ended up in a damn mental institution due to the events that she'd gone through. And while I didn't necessarily desire for Annie to have the same fate, her just ending up with some boring man, living a boring life... it wasn't enough for me. Not only were my conversations with her rather dull in terms of my research... It just didn't get me off in the same way Jenny's downfall did.

I know that sounded really bad, especially since she was truly a sweetheart, and no one should be wishing such ill on someone like her. But fuck... I'd already done so much to her without her knowing... why not do a little more? She was in a fragile state... why not just break her fully? Why not finish the job? Why not demolish her fully like Gina had with her daughter? That bitch was probably still riding the high that gave her, getting off on the complete destruction of another woman and proving herself to be better than her in every way.

Now it was my turn.

I really wanted to GET OFF on this. I didn't want thoughts of this to just make me cum. I wanted it to bring me to my knees. Sure, it was still hot, but it was still missing that special sinful spice needed to put it really over the top. For it to be really hot, and for me to really crack Annie's emotions open and get some real viable information... her downfall really needed to sting. She needed to get demolished.

And it was when I was comparing her case to my previous one that I got a really wicked idea...

A couple weeks after I set my plan in motion, Annie called me up, sobbing, begging for an emergency appointment. It had been a long time since I'd heard her like this. In the immediate aftermath of discovering Eddie's misdeeds, she'd been a mess. But she'd gotten herself together in the time since, enough to be able talk to me about what had happened without bursting into tears. And she had been doing well enough to start moving on romantically with that new, boring-ass guy she was dating. So, to hear her in this state, I knew something really bad must have come to her attention. Needless to say, I was very excited.

When she stepped into my office that night and wordlessly handed me her phone, I gave her a somewhat pointed look. Part of her treatment after her recent bout of cyber-stalking was to avoid checking her phone and social media if it had to do with Eddie. Of course, I presented it in such a way as to make it an unavoidable temptation that she couldn't help herself from indulging. I knew she was still checking out what Eddie was up to even though she was supposed to have moved on, because that's what I wanted her to be doing. And every new picture of her former hubby and that gorgeous, busty, tatted-up slut Krystal together no doubt ate Annie up inside. But despite her husband's wicked deeds, she had enough strength of character to keep it together over these few months. To not fully break. In spite of all the tears, and the heartbreak, she hadn't been fully broken.

Until now.

She collapsed into the couch sobbing as I looked at her phone to see what all the fuss was about. In a picture sent to her from an unknown number was Eddie, Krystal, and another woman standing between them, grinning wide. She was an older woman, maybe in her late forties, with light red hair hanging past her shoulders. Looks-wise, she was very attractive for an older woman, for sure. Not such an intense beauty as Krystal, as she showed her age in certain respects, namely the occasional wrinkle here or there, but there was an indefinable filthiness about her that made her undeniably sexy. She was dressed nicely, with tight cream-colored capri pants that hugged her firm legs, and an airy, button-up white top that gave a hint of a very, VERY large bust. The picture made it appear as if this woman had run into Eddie and Krystal on the street, and they all appeared extremely happy to see each other.