Twenty-One’s “collectables” closet was open now and the temptation to root through it more than anyone could bear. After finishing her story Mrs. The Monarch turned and pushed aside a vintage captain sunshine lunchbox and picked up a pack of Pokemon cards. “Gawd, Why does he waste so much money on these things” She mutted as she flipped through them
Meanwhile Monarch was glad his comely wife was so pre-occupied looking back to the photo Monarch bit the tip of his thumb as she gleefully schemed. It wasn’t the bloated vision of his wife’s younger self he was so keen on; it was Die-Onysus himself in the background. To be more specific Malcolm was looking at what he wanted from Die-Onysus.
Recently Onysus had scored a new number 2 to replace the bloated booze hound his previous right hand man had become; and boy had he scored. Returning to his habit of picking out pretty young girls to follow him around in tempting costumes Onysus had found an unbelievably curvaceous woman to gallivant around with. Her dark hair and deep brown eyes suggested she was a true greek goddess, so to speak anyway. The girl just radiated sexual energy and every pound gained as she lounged about eating greek cuisine slathered in olive oil and drinking wine bottles dry had only gone into filling out her buxom body even more. Her shapely body was borderline impossible to believe. She was already past the point any photos of her were often written off as “photoshopped”
Malcolm knew all this because he had been scouting Die-Onysus and his new beauty for a few weeks now. Not so strange considering the nature of Monarch and his wife’s relationship as swingers. However as the Mediterranean beauty continued to swell so perfectly Monarch had resigned himself to the reality he’d never get Sheila to go for it. Even if they had an open relationship she would make a jealous stink the moment she saw who he was after.
But now things had changed, Sheila was the one with the connection to Onysus. Monarch could easily invite him over in a more friendly capacity without raising suspicion. Monarch batted an eye at his wife’s still shapely caboose as she bend down to dig into another pile of toys in twenty-one’s room. “Tsk- look at this!” she flared pulling a nerf dart gun from the mess. “This looks just like the pneumatic dart turrent he pitched to us last month! Jis-wha-… He based that design on a toy?!” She stammered baffled.
Monarch’s plan was already started to take shape. He would invite Onysus over for old times sake and bait the hook by tempting him with a second shot at his wife, he could even give him hints on how to strike her fancy. Then it would be Mrs. Monarch suggesting the swap not himself. Monarch would get a free pass at that sultry number two Die-Onysus had found. This was perfect!
However there was one little matter Monarch didn’t know about...
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