“Heeey, Wil!” Emma purred into her phone, “Just callin’ to let you know we’re on our way, so-”

Peter interrupted, “You better be ready for us, my guy! Last time, we had to wait while you got the place ready. Pretty lame shit, imo. So if you want to keep your bed, and couch, and foyer clean, ya better lay down some towels!”

Not feeling the need to add anymore, Emma hung up. Wilson got the message, and in any case, she and Peter were getting too hot under the collar already, and didn’t want any other distractions while on the road.
 
Scenario: your partner, whom you love dearly, is infected with a virus that not only turns them into a sexed-up, hyper-feminine version of themselves, but also alters their mental state in a way that has them increasingly act like a bimbo, especially in terms of sexual appetites. What would you do? Well, in Peter and Emma’s case, the solution lied in the old adage: “one could depend on the kindness of strangers.”
 
Getting cucked in a department store would be an unpleasant experience for many, but although Emma didn’t love it, she had to admit, catching Peter with his pants down in such a dramatic, public fashion was the only reason their relationship survived. Without this inciting incident, they would have never sat down to have a serious conversation (as serious as Peter’s bubbly, ditzy, high-pitched voice would allow) to actually address their concerns. In the end, they determined that, for how proficient as Emma was at pleasuring her bimbo boyfriend, having just one sexual partner wouldn’t be enough to satisfy his overactive urges. To wit, the strap-on was doing its job- and then some- but Peter’s body was telling him he needed more “meat” in his diet. But it wasn’t over for the star-crossed lovers, as Emma was surprisingly receptive to allowing, and even encouraging, his newfound wants and desires, promising she would help him find a stranger that was down for casual sex from time to time. “From time to time” ended up being twice a week at the absolute minimum, but if Emma HAD been jealous by that, she stopped being so when she finally decided to take the plunge with Peter, joining in on all the fun. Medically, Peter could no longer transmit the symptoms of the bimbo flu to Emma, but that didn’t mean she didn’t find his free-spirited outlook positively infectious. Making quite the name for themselves on the dating apps and local club scene, the pair of dynamite chicks had no trouble picking up a third. Usually, these no-strings strangers were men, but that didn’t mean they were against organizing a “women-only” threesome… especially when it was Emma’s turn to pick.

It wasn’t the picture-perfect, domestic bliss Peter and Emma expected when they first got together, but even so, the two of them were stronger than ever. Peter could still get catty with her, but she knew that came from a sense of familiarity, of affection and love. Besides, even if his snideness got to her, Emma knew all she had to do was slip a few fingers inside him to massage those frustrations out, the only sounds coming through his painted lips being submissive, whimpering moans. And if reactionary hand stuff calmed him down, their special “date nights” were a spa day. That’s where Wilson came into play. Wilson was one of the few men that could both keep up with two people taking turns on his dick, and in turn could keep them satisfied. He was their favorite addition to the bedroom, but romantically, Peter and Emma still only had eyes for each other.