Mis-fortune cookie.

It was Friday night and you picked up a fortune cookie as you're leaving the Chinese restaurant with your food order

You read the fortune out loud and thought nothing of it.

Across town something strange began to happen.... 

Your reserved and mild mannered wife got up, leaving the book she was reading and popped open a bottle of prosecco, she didn't bother to find a glass, instead she just started drinking directly from the bottle.

Her mind feeling a little hazy, she headed to the bathroom and started to get ready. She slathered herself with fake tan, scraped back her long blonde extensions into a sleek high ponytail, glued on her long acrylic nails and covered her face in makeup. All the while guzzling greedily from the quickly emptying bottle of prosecco.

By the time you returned home your wife was almost unrecognisable, the meek and mild school teacher was gone, replaced by a loud, brash slut already well into her second bottle of prosecco.

You stood in the doorway, mouth agape at what had become of your wife. How did she get so trashy? Your mind flashed back to the fortune cookie "One man's trash is another man's treasure" and in an instant you remembered that this was how your girlfriend had always been.

Your feelings of disgust vanished as you found yourself marvelling at the girl that stood before you.

"I can't be fucked to watch a movie babe, so me and the girls are hitting the clubs instead. I'm just going Chantelle's for pre's. Her boyfriend scored some good shit this week. So we're going to get absolutely shitfaced, I can't fucking wait! So get out of my way and you might get lucky when I get back."

"Fuck, she looks hot tonight." you thought to yourself, watching place a cigarette between her thick glossy lips and light up, blowing smoke into the cold night air.

"I can't wait to have those lips wrapped around my cock" you thought.

A black Mercedes with tinted windows pulled up, music blaring. She tottered over to it in her heels got in before it drove off with a tire squeal.

A couple of hours later, your phone pinged with a Snapchat notification. A video of your girl, grinding on the dancefloor with about 6 lads crowded round her. When one of them grabbed her arse, you thought she was going to slap him, but instead she turned to him and stuck her tongue down his throat.

"Fucking hell, what a slut" you thought as you pulled out your cock and began to stroke yourself to the video.

A few minutes later the next notification pinged and you watched with excitement as you watched her in the club bathroom going down on another one of the guys she had been grinding with.

The videos kept coming all night one by one, all of her friends posting them to their public stories for everyone to see, each one sluttier and more obscene than the last.

She staggered in the door several hours later, eyes bloodshot, make-up running and cum leaking from her well used pussy.

"Want sloppy seconds then?" She slurred, leering at you. "Well, more like sloppy sevenths!"

You both laughed crudely as you felt yourself stiffen.

"Fuck, this girl is a treasure" you thought to yourself as you followed her to the bedroom, unsure if you would last for even a second.