What Landlords Deserve Ch. 07

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Contains: futa on female, hyper/huge sizes, excessive cum and cum inflation, cuckold/ntr, sph and pregnancy

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Johnny barged through the entrance of his home, the front door slamming into the wall, the only thing stopping it from cracking the wood the rubber stopper it bounced against. His face was completely red, the tomato-colored shade even overtaking the tan that covered his visage, his fury only growing the entire drive home. He tossed his suit jacket and tie onto the bench next to him, not bothering to fold them first, while also dropping his briefcase straight onto the floor. Fists balled, he stomped into the house, ready to give his wife an earful. Turning the corner towards the kitchen, Johnny began to yell for Darla.

"Darla I'm home! And we need to ta--"

"Hi sweetie!" she greeted immediately, appearing right in front of him, "You're just in time for dinner!"

She leaned up and kissed him on the cheek, catching Johnny off guard. He took a step back, too surprised to continue his rant; this wasn't helped by how absolutely stunning his wife looked. Darla had on a full-face of makeup, something she rarely did unless they went out, her lips painted scarlet, her features obviously enhanced by many products. Smokey eyeshadow, dark mascara, a fair amount of blush - the works. A thin, short blouse clung to her torso, ending above her flat stomach and hugging her large breasts nicely, several buttons on the front undone to show that she was obviously not wearing a bra underneath. All that covered her lower half was a pair of skimpy, denim shorts that looked grafted onto her thick thighs.

It wasn't an outfit befitting the weather, that's for sure!

"Why don't you have a seat at the table while I finish cooking?"

"Uh, yeah sure," Johnny stuttered, completely disarmed by Darla's angelic appearance, "can you grab me a beer?"

"Absolutely!" she replied sweetly, walking away from him, "Oh and Johnny?"

"Yes dear?"

"You don't have your wedding ring on."

Coughing loudly, Johnny reached into his pocket and fumbled with the band, quickly slipping it onto his finger as he sat at the table.

"Sorry," he grabbed the beer Darla had brought to him and quickly took a swig of it, "I had to get my hands dirty at work, and I didn't want it to get messed up."

Darla only smiled back at him before returning to the kitchen, Johnny watching her go, admiring the way her bountiful butt bounced in her shorts. Taking another drink of his beer, he thought of how to best broach the subject he had been so irked about. He was calmer now, which was probably for the best, and his relaxed mood would hopefully make the whole thing easier. Maybe he would wait until they were in the middle of eating, and try to bring it up casually. Ask about the personal trainer, say he had heard some things from the other husbands, but not outright mention that it was about cheating. See how she reacted and go from there. Yeah, that plan was perfect; besides, the more he thought about it, the more he realized there was no way Darla had ever been unfaithful - not like the other skanks that lived around here.

Johnny's train of thought was momentarily broken as he realized there was a sound echoing through the house, and it wasn't coming from Darla's cooking. Listening closely, he tried to make out the source of the disturbance. It wasn't any of the machines they owned or the TV, it was something different, something... wetter? The more Johnny contemplated, the more he realized it could only be the shower - their shower. Their room was right above the dining room, and now he was sure that that's what he was hearing. Was there someone else here with them or...?

"Darla, sweetie," Johnny called out to his wife, "did you leave the shower on? I think I hear it running!"

"Oh sorry baby," she hollered back, "I forgot to tell you we were having a guest over for dinner tonight! I hope that's okay!"

A guest!? That put a damper on his plans.

"Uh, yeah that's fine. Who is it and why are they showering in our house?"

"My personal trainer, Jane!"

Her!?

"She needed to clean off after our last uh, session," he could hear her giggle, "so I told her she could use ours!"

Speechless. Johnny was speechless. Not only was he not going to get to confront Darla about her potential infidelity, but the subject, the cause of his concern, was right here in his home! What was he going to do? He was going to have to pretend to be ignorant and act polite around her, and he wasn't sure if he had it in him to do so; even his best friendly-facade he used for business might not be able to save him! Everything Robert said to him at the bar blasted through his brain like a freight train. Could this day getting any fucking worse!? Lifting his beer to his lips, the glass shaking in his hands, he chugged the rest of it, trying to come up with yet another plan for how to proceed with the night.

Almost as if on cue, the thudding of footsteps down the stairs drew his attention, so wrapped up in his dilemma that he hadn't realized the shower had gone silent several minutes ago. Hesitantly, he turned his head to look towards the area he knew she'd be coming from. The temptation to close his eyes and pretend she didn't exist was strong, but Johnny knew he had to persevere - facing his new enemy head on was the only way to get through this; besides, who the fuck was she? Some professional gym bunny? Compared to him she was nothing! He was a Johnny fucking Chesterton, a Goddamn millionaire landlord, with a beautiful house, a beautiful wife, and a beautiful life!

Sucking in a sharp breath, he watched her walk around the corner into view.

If there was one thing Johnny couldn't deny since he'd first laid eyes on her running down the street, it was that Jane was quite the looker. Her dirty-brown hair was tied back into a tight ponytail, showing off her sharp features. Unlike his wife, Jane wasn't wearing any makeup, barefaced in all her glory, except for the gentle sheen of leftover water that glistened across her tawny skin. Her choice of clothing was simple, a green t-shirt that was a bit short on her, and a pair of gray sweatpants - wait, weren't those Darla's clothes? Yes, they absolutely were. Where were her own!?

"Hey Johnny," Jane greeted with a wrinkle of her nose, barely looking at the man, "Darla still cooking us up a delicious meal?"

"H-hey Jane. Uh, yeah, she is."

Smiling, but not at him, the personal trainer walked into the kitchen, not bothering to give her host's husband a second glance. Johnny begrudgingly watched her go, unable to tear his eyes away from his favorite part of any woman - her enormous ass. Looking over the open-counter that looked into the kitchen, he glared as the tall woman tapped his wife on her lower back, causing her to jump and smile and giggle like a nervous schoolgirl. They stared at each other for a moment before Jane leaned against the fridge, clearly ogling Darla as she cooked. Johnny was about to say something to try and break up their little 'fun' but decided against it. If he could just make it through dinner...

There was a clattering of plates, then Jane came waltzing back to the dining room, arms piled high with dishware. Still not saying a word to him, she set the table, placing dishes in front of Johnny, before positioning the next sets right next to each other - clearly for her and Darla to be able to sit next to each other. She side-eyed Johnny before taking her seat, a seat that would plant her right in between this man and his wife. Leaning onto the table, elbows and all, she turned her head towards the kitchen and watched as Darla approached, food in hand.

"Hope you two are hungry!" she announced with a smile, setting a large platter onto the middle of the table. There were several large steaks on it, topped by a simmering brown sauce. Humming, she repeated the trip several times, bringing mashed potatoes, vegetables, and bread with her on each turn. Johnny stared, astonished at all the food, looking from the feast placed before him, to his wife, and then to Jane. Was this all for her!? Darla never cooked up something like this except for on special occasions! His suspicions were only aroused further.

"It looks delicious Darla!" Jane smiled at the blonde as she reappeared with an opened bottle of wine and a couple of glasses. Not waiting for anyone else to eat first, much to Johnny's chagrin, Jane reached over and forked the largest steak onto her plate as Darla poured them both a glass of red. Johnny tried to fill his own plates, but was seemingly interrupted at every turn by the woman next to him grabbing things first, piling her own dish high with food. He tried to look at Darla for some help, a silent plea to control her guest, but she just sat and smiled pleasantly the whole time, her body turned towards Jane.

Finally the personal trainer was done, and Johnny was able to prepare his own meal.

"Looks delicious honey," he complimented, cutting into his steak, revealing a pink center, "but I think you might have undercooked the meat a bit."

"I think it's perfect," Jane hummed between bites. Of course the gauche prick liked his steak well-done.

"Thank you Jane!" Darla replied, ignoring her husband's complaints, digging into her own food, "It looks good to me."

Johnny grumbled quietly, not used to being teamed-up on like this.

"You know Johnny, you should really know that your wife likes her meat thick and juicy." She nudged him with a wink, Darla giggling at the comment. He gave her a sideways look, not sure what to make of the remark. Looking towards his better-half, he noted angrily that she had a blush on her face - although it could have been from the glass of wine she'd already downed. His fury grew as he watched Jane turn and whisper something to Darla, causing her blush to deepen and a large grin to creep up onto her face. He couldn't take it anymore!

"The hell are you guys whispering about over there!?"

Darla immediately looked down and slumped in her seat, trying to hide behind the fit female next to her, who grabbed her own glass of alcohol and took a sip.

"Hmmm? Oh I was just complimenting Darla on the sauce she prepared."

Johnny raised an eyebrow.

"It's really creamy and there's soooo much of it - both things I know she's a big fan of when it comes to... sauce."

It briefly went quiet after that last, odd statement. Johnny decided to quit playing whatever game they were trying to force him into, and concentrated on eating. The food was delicious, even if his steak was woefully too-pink. Doing the same, the ladies ate without another word; well, Jane continued to eat. Darla looked like she was more busy with drinking as much wine as her body could handle. Johnny realized his beer was empty, but with the weird atmosphere at the dinner table, he didn't bother to ask Darla to get another one for him. After some time, quiet discussion and muted mirth emerged once more between the feminine pair. Johnny ignored them to the best of his ability, although his shaking hands and red face gave his true feelings away.

The sudden sound of silence led Johnny to look up once more.

Gone was the scratching of forks on ceramic. Gone were the crunches from chewing or gulps from swallowing. Gone, thankfully, were the incessant, secretive back and forths between his wife and that bitch. Replacing all of these was a rhythmic, light bumping against the table, causing the wooden structure to shake ever so slightly. It wasn't coming from Jane, Johnny observed, at least not directly; the steady motion was coming from his wife. Darla had an arm snaked under the table, out of his sight, and was moving it back and forth in what looked like the personal trainer's lap. It was almost like she was... no, she couldn't be doing that, right here in front of him, completely shameless!

"What the hell is this!?" Johnny bellowed, standing up fully and slamming his hands on the table causing all the dishes across it to clatter, "What the fuck are you two doing!?"

Jane rolled her eyes and turned to Darla.

"I told you he would catch us."

Darla muttered something that sounded like "oops'' under her breath and put her previously-hidden hand back on the table, her fingers soaked with something. Johnny stayed upright, shaking, barely able to control himself and not go with his immediate instinct to attack Jane. His wife was staring nervously at the woman next to her while she just looked ahead, her glass of wine at her lips; it was like Jane was daring him to make the first move, whatever that may be, and Johnny was ready to accept that challenge! He pointed an accusing finger at the pair.

"Are you cheating on me with this, this fucking thing!?"

"First of all I'm not a 'thing' as you so kindly put," Jane responded first, standing tall, showing her superior height off to the grease bag, "it seems you like you've heard about me and what I do though - wonder which husband it was from? Not that it matters. But I'm what's called a 'futanari', for your information. A person born with a vagina and a penis, one that's much bigger than yours. I can tell just by looking at you!"

"You cunt! So you what? Go around breaking up happy marriages for fun!?"

"From what I understand your marriage wasn't all that happy!"

"What the fuck did you just say!?"

"I know you've been cheating on me Johnny," Darla finally spoke up, but stayed sitting, "I know about Maggy and all the other women. I know about everything."

"W-what?" Johnny stuttered, caught by surprise for the umpteenth time that night, "What do you mean? Did this bitch feed you a bunch of lies so she could get you in bed?"

"Lies?" Jane interjected, "I'm sure all of your old side-sluts would be more than happy to come over and tell their side of the story. I can guarantee it, actually."

Jane smirked.

"Besides, Darla and I were sleeping together before I ever told her about what a piece of shit you were. Guess you just weren't getting the job done!"

"I'm more than man enough for Darla and all the other women!" Johnny yelled, not realizing he accidentally admitted to his infidelity, "You must have just... just drugged them or something!"

"Please." Jane shook her head, before her eyes suddenly lit up, "Alright, how about this. If you think you're so much better than me, then prove it. Let's go upstairs to the bedroom, where you can show me how much of a man you are."

"And why the fuck would I do that!? I don't need to prove anything to you!"

The futa thought for a moment.

"If you do, and Darla picks you over me, I'll leave town. You'll never see me again, and y'all can go back to your normal life. Without me."

It was Johnny's turn to think. He really did feel like he didn't have anything to prove to this cunt, but if it got her out of his house and out of his life it would be worth the risk. It's not like he was like these other limp-dicks that lived around here either - no woman had ever complained about his manhood or his skills in the sack, something he prided himself on! And with her gone, he'd be able to patch things up with Darla, and everything would return to normal. Maybe after a while, when things calmed down again, he would be able to get some action on the side again too...

"Fine! You're on bitch!"

Jane's grin grew wider.

"Darla? Are you okay with this?"

"Y-yeah I think so," she followed the other two's lead and stood up, leaning slightly on Jane, "if that's what you think is best, Jane."

A vein pulsed across Johnny's temple - he thought he was gonna blow a gasket!

"You heard the woman!" Jane laughed, wrapping an arm around the blonde's shoulder, "You can lead the way, you are the man of the house after all!"

Cursing under his breath, Johnny marched towards the bedroom. The giggling and whispering had resumed behind him, fueling his rage to dangerous levels. While walking up the staircase, he took a cautious glance behind him, something he knew was a mistake but couldn't help but do regardless; of course, what he saw was not what he wanted to see. Darla was nuzzled up against Jane's neck, her hand groping at the front of the futa's pants. There was a clear, defined bulge running down the personal trainer's leg, and if Johnny's eyes didn't deceive him, it reached almost to her knee! Weird bitch must have been stuffing her pants or something.

Throwing open the bedroom door, Johnny immediately cast an appraising glance around the room, checking to see if anything was out of place. The bed was made, but the sheets had been changed from this morning, and the walls and carpet looked suspiciously clean, like they had been scrubbed over and over again. While not completely noteworthy things in themselves, Darla always having been attentive when it came to cleanliness, the overarching plot of the evening caused him to harbor misgivings. Standing at the foot of the bed, Johnny turned to look at the girls.

"Alright, how are we doing this?"

Jane detached from Darla and leaned up against a wall.

"You're welcome to go first. Maybe I'll be so impressed I'll just leave after seeing how manly you are!"

Darla snickered at the comment.

"Whatever you say, bitch. Darla, you wanna come over here?"

"Of course honey."

Johnny winced slightly at her words, the usual warmth present in her voice when she addressed him completely absent. She walked towards him, undressing as she went. Her blouse came off first, confirming she had on nothing underneath. Her huge, milky tits came into view, her small pink nipples already standing at attention; it was a sight that would cause him to salivate on any other day, but for some reason only gave him a sense of foreboding this time around. Tossing the top to the side, she shimmied out of her short-shorts, revealing that she also wasn't wearing any panties. Her delectable looking slit came into view, along with her bubbly behind, which wobbled as she moved. Slipping past Johnny, she fell back onto the bed and spread her legs for her husband without a word.

Following his wife's lead, Johnny began to undress as well. He unbuckled his belt and untucked his suit top and undershirt. Unbuttoning it quickly, he peeled the dark garment off before shedding his white wife-beater, exposing his hairy chest and prominent beer-gut. Bending over, he removed his socks and took off his pants, so he was standing in nothing but a pair of picnic-blanket-checkered boxers, which bulged at the front from his erection; luckily, despite the unusual circumstance, the sight of his wife's awesome body still had its usual affect on him, making his member very ready and willing for what was to come. Johnny discarded his underwear in short order, until he was as naked as the day he was born.

Jane whistled.

"Damn, looks like you were the one who needed the workout sessions," she laughed, eyeing Johnny's flabby body, "Darla should have been scheduling you appointments!"

Darla couldn't help but laugh as well, covering her mouth with a hand to try to hide her rudeness.

"Yeah well I more than make up for it with this!"

Grabbing his penis, Johnny gave it several strokes to emphasize his claim; it was bigger than Jane expected, she'd give him that. The length wasn't anything to write home about, but it was pretty thick - she understood why he was so confident now. It made sense why Darla and Maggy and all the other sluts were happy to fuck him despite... well despite everything else about him. Impressive for a man, sure, but compared to her he might have well been nothing but a Ken doll!