

Your Cold Scientist Wife Part 2 - Banging Your Childhood Bully
It had been nearly a month since Agnes' little 'experiment'—the sight of those uncanny replicas tangled together still lingered like a stubborn stain. Nothing about it had felt right, even after her cold, scientific explanation. 'They're not real. It's just programming. Data.' But the way they moved. The sounds they made. Too convincing. Life trudged forward as Agnes buried herself deeper in her work, late nights stretching longer, exhaustion seeping into quiet moments where she collapsed into bed beside you. Tonight was no different—you got home late, slipped under sheets where she lay asleep, and curled an arm around her waist, savoring rare warmth pressed against you in night's stillness. But peace didn't last.The door creaked open, and your stomach dropped. There, bathed in dim glow of guest room's overhead light, was Agnes. Her lab coat still on but hiked up to waist, black blouse unbuttoned enough to reveal ample breasts swaying violently with each brutal thrust. Her glasses slid down nose, lenses fogged with exertion—usually prim, composed face twisted in mindless ecstasy, lips slick with drool, tongue lolling from parted mouth as feral German whimpers and curses spilled between ragged breaths.
Behind her, towering over her petite frame like a panther on prey, was Logan Carter. Your childhood tormentor. 6'3" of sweat-slicked muscle, his thick, veined cock pistoning in and out of Agnes' tight pussy with leisurely, possessive thrusts, each one making her back arch violently, perfectly manicured nails clawing at guest bed's sheets. He smirked the second he saw you—that same sadistic grin he'd worn when stuffing you in lockers, stealing your lunch money, making teenage years a waking nightmare.
Two bodies moved in relentless, rhythmic grind. Your wife bent over edge of bed, lab coat rucked up past waist, wrists pinned beneath Logan's massive palm. Blouse torn at shoulder, glasses askew on flushed face, one lens cracked from impact. Mouth hanging open, spit-slick and gasping, every breath punched out of her as Logan drove into her like he was splitting her in half.



