She's My Wife... Technically

Disclaimer & Warning

This book contains elements which may offend sensitive readers. It contains descriptions and references to graphic sex, Domination, BDSM, degradation, group sex, adultery, and much more.

If something offends you, you were warned.

The premise for the adultery mentioned in the first few chapters is based on a, fictional I believe, story I heard.

I don't have an editor so please excuse any mistakes.

Chapter 2 -- Confrontation and decisions

Okay! We're all caught up. I had checked the final PI report earlier and nothing unexpected had happened this week. On Tuesday and Thursday, Elizabeth had gone and fucked Steve and Rick at the empty office building, and on Wednesday she fucked Charles at the same motel. Fuck! What are my thoughts like that I don't consider my wife's affairs as `unexpected`? Anyway.

Tonight, we would have the confrontation and I would set one of my plans into motion. To do that, I had to get her into bed. Elizabeth and I had not been sexual or intimate in three months but tonight I would see if sentimentality to sway things in my favour.

Elizabeth was standing at the sink when I stepped up and hugged her from behind. I felt her tense up in my arms. "Do you trust me?" I spoke softly into her ear. "Of course." she answered, leaning forward to wipe down the sink. "I would like to take you to bed tonight. But I want to try something new." I softly continued.

"Tom."

Oh shit. Wait! Before I get turned down by my wife again. Here I've been jabbering for days giving you this insane back story, and I hadn't even introduced myself, have I? I'm Tom Cowen, age 36. Owner of a successful enough software company and granted, my net worth doesn't start with a B, but I do make more than enough to not have much in the way of financial concerns. And you've met, Elizabeth Cowen, age 23, my lovel-...uhm, yeah, my wife. Anyway, back to the story.

"Tom." She said turning in my arms, "I just want to take it easy tonight." Again, not looking me in the eyes.

"Okay." I said taking a step back.

We stood facing each other for a few seconds. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a wad off paper and started unfolding it. It was a hand-written letter she gave me on our wedding day.

"Do you remember when you gave me this?" I asked her as I handed her the letter.

She took it and stood there reading it.

"Do you remember what you wrote in that letter?" I asked her, "Do you remember writing how much you love me? How you would be mine anytime and anywhere I needed you?"

She kept reading the letter and a tear rolled down her cheek.

I turned away to leave.

"Okay." I heard her utter softly behind me.

"Sorry?" I said over my shoulder.

Elizabeth cleared her throat and wiped the tear away. "I said Okay. I want to do this. I trust you," she said more clearly. "Do you want me to wear something special?" she asked.

"No," I answered turning back to her and pulling her into my arms, "I need your gorgeous body gloriously naked."

"Let me grab a shower," she looked up directly at me and a bright smile suddenly crossed her face, "and I'll see you in the bedroom in about 10 minutes".

"Perfect." I replied and swatted her bum as she rushed past me, giggling.

I checked the clock and poured myself a glass of water. Everything was ready in my study. I already had an opportunity to get the latest two videos from the camera in Elizabeth's trunk although it was too late to use any of that footage in the special video I put together for tonight. 10 minutes later I refilled the glass and carried it to the bedroom.

I walked in and found Elizabeth standing naked by the foot of the bed. Her one arm was bent behind her back with the hand holding her straight arm. She was chewing her lower lip but that could not hide the shy smile that graced her lips. Her beautiful round gravity defying breasts were pushed out, each capped with a small already erect nipple. Her tight toned stomach moved ever so slightly, as she breathed, and she maintained a smooth hairless pussy.

"God you're beautiful" I said without thought. I stepped closer and as our faces neared each other she tried to move to kiss me, but I tilted my face and put my mouth next to her ear.

"Lie flat in the middle of the bed," I whispered, "and get comfortable."

She climbed on the bed and sidled into the middle. I opened my bedside table drawer and removed soft velvet lined Velcro cuffs. Elizabeth looked at me wide eyed as I took each hand and tightened the cuffs around her wrists tight enough to hold her. I reached behind the headboard and removed the cord I had secured there earlier and lifting her hands up, looped the end of the cord through a ring on each cuff before securing the cord to the headboard.

Her eyes tracked me as I repeated the process with each of her ankles and two cords that were secured under the mattress. I ensured the cords were short enough that her legs were held open. I stood and looked down at her and my handwork. Her body was now at my mercy. I sat next to her chest and pulled out a blindfold from my drawer. She had a look of concern in her eyes, and I softly stroked her cheek.

"Shh. Trust me. You're going to love this. And I don't have anything planned that you would need a safe word for." Her eyes widened that the last bit of that statement as I placed the blindfold them and secured it in place.

I gently ran my hand down from her ear, down the side of her throat and over her collar bone. Her breathe hitched as I softly stroked along her collarbone. I then ran my fingers slowly down hear chest and over one breast before circling and then gently pressing on her nipple. I switched between her breasts with the same soft movements of my fingers a few times before I took an entire breast in my hand and squeezed it tenderly. I then pulled out the final items from my drawer. A small bottle of lube and a new powerful medium sized vibrator with a pointed tip.

I ran the flat of my hand over her stomach and rubbed down her sides. Her body jerked when the first drops of lube fell just above her clitoral hood. I coated the tip of the vibrator with the lube on her body before rubbing it over her clitoral hood, clitoris, and pussy lips.

Her breathing became more rapid, and her muscles tensed as her orgasm approached, much quicker than I had anticipated. I played for a few more seconds before I lifted the vibrator and stood up. Elizabeth emitted a whining moan, as she realised, I had stopped. I walked to my study, picked up the folders I had prepared earlier and returned to the room.

Elizabeth was squirming on the bed pulling her restraints and swaying her hips as she attempted to alleviate or release the tension of her pending orgasm. I waited two minutes, sipping from my glass of water and then played with her again, once again stopping just before she crested into an orgasmic wave, again, quicker than I had expected.

This time I went to the bathroom and filled both our glasses from the tap at the sink and waited another few minutes watching Elizabeth lick her lips and squirm. I quickly brought her to the edge a third time and she lifted her hips trying to follow the vibrator to achieve her release.

I had brought a rolling presentation television stand and rolled it cluttering into the bedroom along with my laptop. I plugged everything in and checked everything was connected as needed. With everything setup, I started the video and paused it. I put the presentation remote I brought to control the video at range on my bedside table. I then brought her back to the edge a fourth time.

"Please, please, please, please." I heard her moaning beg, as her hips again raised off the mattress trying to follow the vibrator. That was what I had been waiting for.

I loosened the cords at her ankles.

"I need you to sit up." I said and started helping her to sit up and get comfortable. I noticed her pussy was practically gushing showing how turned on she was, and where I touched her as I moved her, she pressed into me trying to use my touch to alleviate her tension. I knew she was desperate for her orgasmic release, but I was about to ruin her night and not just her desired orgasm.

Once I got her sitting upright and comfortably, I tightened the cord for her wrists. Her elbows were bent, and her hands were now cuffed together and secured directly behind her head. From what I've seen in her extra-curricular videos, this is a position she should be quite use to by now. I again tightened the cords for her ankles and sat beside her.

"I thought that tonight," I reached across and undid the blindfold, "we could enjoy some adult entertainment."

Elizabeth blinked a few times to clear her sight after the blindfold and looked at me with lust filled eyes.

"Won't you please- "she started but I softly shushed her. "Patience darling" I simply said and pointed to the TV as I settled in on my side next to her.

I started the video, and the title card came on, "Elizbeth's Sexcapades". It was a simple introduction screen but then, I was totally new to the whole video editing thing. The scene shifted to the empty office space with the blue carpet and the blank wall in the background. It took just a second of this scene for Elizabeth to start softly whispering next me.

"No. No. No." she quickly and quietly whispered to herself.

I had chosen the first scene in the collection I had scene to start the video. Elizabth on the video walked into scene and knelt on the ground. The sound was muted so a few seconds later when the two naked men entered the scene, you could not hear what the man was saying although I knew it was there.

Elizabeth's whispers of "No. No. No. Please. No" had gotten louder.

"Shh! darling," I calmly said to her, "I had to scrounge through over 21 hours of video to put this together and I really hope I got the best bits for your compilation."

In the video, Elizabeth was sucking on one of the cocks while stroking the other. It continued for a few more seconds before the scene shifted. Elzabeth was still on her knees, but her arms were tied behind her back. The man in front of her had his hands curled in her hair and was thrusting hard and pulling her face to his hips as he was face fucking her.

Elizabeth sniffed next to me. She had started muttering "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Over and over.

The scene in the video played for a few seconds and then switched. There was Elizabeth, with her hands still tied behind her back, but now with her chest and face pushed into the floor by the man's hand in her hair while she was being fucked from behind. The scene shifted again. At an angle in the video, Elizabeth was seated on a desk. Her arms were around the man's neck and her ankles crossed behind his back as he was thrusting into her. It continued in this way, switching scenes every few seconds. When the scene shifted to Elizabeth between Steve and Rick, I sat up straighter.

"I should introduce our characters," I said and smiled at her, "the woman being spit-roasted is, of course, you! My darling wife! The guy who is enthusiastically fucking your little whore-hole, is Steve Brown, a schoolteacher. The one is thoroughly making use of your delicious mouth, is Rick Simmons. He's a security guard for the building where this was all filmed. Did you know they're both married? Steve has a kid. Rick has 2".

Elizabeth's crying and sniffing got louder. The video cut to black and I paused it. I looked at Elizabeth. Her cheeks were soaked from tears and her nose was snotty from her crying.

"Oh, now that won't do." I said and plucked some tissues from the box on my nightstand, and then drying Elizabeth's tears. "We've come to the second act." I announced and continued the video.

The scene shifted to the footage from Charles' hotel room on their business trip.

"Look honey!" I exclaimed, "It's Charlie!" as the screen showed Elizabeth and Charles passionately kissing and groping each other. "Isn't it great," I said while in the video they started removing their clothes, "to have a boss who's willing to give a little extra?"

I watched as Elizabeth was pushed onto the bed on the screen. "Or is that, having a subordinate who's willing to give a little extra?" I hummed as I pretended to consider the options. "Not important really." I continued, "Based on the four quickies you two had on your trip, I must ask. Does Charlie get any better? All I've seen is someone who makes me think of a cross between an overzealous gorilla crossed with a two-pump chump. And if that's the case. What were you two doing for an hour in your little motel meetups? Get in, have a quick fuck, and then play scrabble?"

I looked at Elizabeth again. "I mean, seriously?". There wasn't much Charlie and Elizabeth footage and the screen faded to black again. I paused the video again and looked at Elizabeth.

"Your eyes are all a mess again," I said plucking more tissues from the box, "and we've reached the final act."

"Please Tom. Stop." Elizabeth begged as I dabbed her eyes.

"Be quiet," I said, "You know how I feel about talking during a movie. Now watch."

I smiled at her, returned my attention to the screen, and pressed play.

The scene opened with Elizabeth on that bench, sucking on one of two cocks in front of her face while some random guy was fucking her from behind.

"Oh god! No!" Elizabeth keened beside me, and her crying got louder as her body racked with sobs.

I waited for her to quieten down a bit before I continued. "Now, this part got a bit repetitive." I began, "Guys fucks you, cum inside you, and then you suck him clean. Then the next guys fucks you, cums inside you, and you suck him clean. Just over, and over, and over. It really got a bit redundant."

Elizabeth's crying remained loud as her body racked.

The scene shifted again to Elizabeth on her haunches giving the well-dressed man a blowjob.

"Oh, now this is a good bit," I exclaim and then cleaned Elizabeth's eyes again with the tissue in my hand, "I mean, fuck, look at that technique. How deep you pull him into your throat. The skill! And the effort! Jesus honey, I'm your husband and you've never given me a blowjob with near that amount of enthusiasm!".

Her body racked again at my statement. She'd been repeatedly mumbling "Please stop. Please stop." The screen showed the well-dressed man pulling her face into his groin and her swallowing as he climaxed.

"From here the movie pretty much peters out. You only meet two more strangers, with a quick 'Hello! How's this weather?' before you happily suck their cocks and swallow their loads."

I sat up and looked at Elizabeth. Her face was flaming red, her eyes were blood-shot, and her cheeks soaked with the tears that had flowed, and I only noticed then that she had been sweating profusely as well.

"Well, that concludes our evening's viewing." I stated calmly.

"Please Tom!" Elizabeth whimpered, "I love you. It meant noth-."

"Stop!", I interrupted her, "DO NOT say it meant nothing. You willingly risked our marriage for this, and if that" I pointed at the screen, "meant nothing to you, then our marriage was worth even less. You wagered our marriage on that. What value would you give it?" I glared at her, then looked down and took a deep breath.

"And let's head of the other excuses," I continued, "I didn't love any of them," I air quoted with my fingers, "well duh! You didn't even know most of them."

I took another deep breath. "And of course. It was only sex. Fine. But if 'only sex' wasn't important, then why were you having so goddamned much of it? And last I heard; you promised me! That you were mine, and only mine, body, heart, and soul. And where the fuck was that promise in all this?"

"It was only sex", I air quoted again, "but you were having it regularly, with other men. It was only sex," I breathed deep, "but you would happily do deeply intimate acts with complete strangers."

"And me? While you were fucking everyone and their coach, you wouldn't even touch me." I hissed.

"That was Master Steve's command" she muttered.

"Sorry? What?" I replied.

"Master Steve commanded that I was not allowed to have sex with you." She continued, "and if I did, I would be punished."

"Are you fucking serious?" I growled, as I glared at her.

"Please." Elizabeth said softly, "I love you."

The rage inside me exploded, "Stop saying that! How can you do that- ", I flew up and threw the remote at the TV, shattering the screen and the remote bounced of in pieces, "to me! And then turn around and say you love me! I never want to hear those words out of your whore mouth again!"

I paced at the foot of the bed.

"Another man," I said and then paused. "Another man! Can tell you to withhold your love from me, and you just fucking go along with it! But you love me?"

"You knew! You knew what you were doing" I said as I continued pacing, "would shatter my heart and destroy me."

"But you fucking! Love! Me!" I shouted.

Elizabeth's head hung as her sobs kept racking her body. I pinched the bridge of my nose and tried to calm myself down. Getting angry was not part of my plan. For a few minutes the only sound in the room was Elizabeth's crying as I stood there and tried to get my thoughts back in order.

"Here's a little thought exercise for you." I finally said as I went and sat back down beside Elizabeth.

"What if you're pregnant?" I asked. Elizabeth's head shot up and her wide eyes looked at me.

"Yes, you're on birth control. Buuuut, in one week, you fucked 20 or more guys, hell, it was three days. And with all that semen sloshing around inside you, would it really be surprising?" I continued, "of course, you wouldn't know for another 3 to 6 weeks, but let's assume for the sake of this exercise that you are."

"Who is the father?" I asked, "Sure, you can confirm if it was one of three of your recent play pals, but if not, what about the other 17 odd?"

"But on the bright side," I looked at her as she still stared at me with a wide-eyed expression of shock, "at least you can, with 100% surety, a perfect guarantee, and absolutely no doubts, be sure, that your husband, the only man you claim to love, is not the father."

Elizabeth stared at me as she processed what I had just said. Then her breathing stopped and a few seconds later her chest started heaving as if she was hyper ventilating. Then suddenly she sucked in a deep breath, her body went limp as she started wailing. I got up, went to the bathroom, and washed my face. I leaned back against the wall and listened to Elizabeth continue her wailing and crying in the room.

I moved to the room, unplugged the television, and rolled it back to my study. I would arrange for a replacement the next day or the following Monday. Elizabeth was still crying as I cleaned up my bedside table and put the vibrator, I'd used in the bathroom sink. It took almost another 10 minutes for Elizabeth to calm down enough to where her body only heaved occasionally. When she appeared calmer, I went to the bathroom, wet a washcloth, and cleaned her face with it. Her eyes, with a sad broken look, followed me as I returned from the bathroom and stood at the foot of the bed.

"Are you thirsty?" I asked.

She simply nodded. I sat down next to her, picked up a glass of water from my nightstand, and helped her sip from it. When she indicated the had had enough, I put the glass down and looked at her again. She looked wretched. Her hair was damp for her sweating, her face was red, her blood shot eyes were soft and sad and from looking into those eyes, it seemed as if her soul had left her.

"There could be more than one path we could take going forward," I began, "and before I consider any other route, I need answers to a few questions."

"But!", I looked at her fiercely, "I want only the truth. No lies, no excuses, no bullshit. You understand?"