Anger Made My Wife a Slut

Author's Note: This is another

FICTIONAL story

. All characters in the story are

FICTIONAL

with the exception of my wife and I. All of the actions and conversations in this story are

FICTIONAL

.

It was a Saturday morning that I will never forget. I went out to do a little grocery shopping while my husband watched a soccer game on TV. I was gone no more than thirty minutes but when I got home, I found him collapsed on the living room floor.

"Alan, Alan what's wrong?"

Then I noticed that his arm was bent at an impossible angle and his favourite coffee mug was in pieces underneath him. I knelt beside him and tried to turn him so that he wasn't laying on his arm. Then I realised that I got no reaction from him. I expected at least a gasp or a cry of pain. I checked for a pulse but felt nothing. I immediately dialed 911 and went to unlock the front door.

Thankfully the ambulance station is just a couple of blocks away and the paramedics arrived very quickly. One of them pushed me out of the way and got to work. A couple of jolts with the defibrillator got his heart beating again but he was still unresponsive.

They put him on a trolley and rushed him out to the ambulance. By now our neighbours were in the street trying to see what was happening. As they were loading him into the ambulance Rita (our next-door neighbour) asked the paramedic "Which hospital?"

"Local."

She told her husband to look after our house and, as she was unlocking her car doors, yelled at me to get in.

We arrived at the hospital a few minutes after the ambulance and were taken to a private waiting room. A couple of hours later a doctor came in to let us know what was happening.

"An air ambulance is here to take him down to Central in the city. They can do a lot more there than we can. I have to tell you though it doesn't look too good."

Rita drove me down to Central hospital and sat with me while we waited for news.

After what seemed like an eternity a doctor came to let us know what was happening.

"Hi, I'm Doctor Hansen."

"Hi, I'm Janice. Alan's wife. How is he?"

"Well, he is totally unresponsive but his brain is still working. We did a brain scan and he lit it up like the fourth of July. I've never seen anything like it. None of the usual brain patterns. He is on a ventilator because none of his physical systems seem to be working. I have to tell you that you should prepare for the worst."

"Thanks doctor. Can I see him?"

The doctor called a nurse to take me to his room. I almost broke down. He had so many tubes and wires attached to him that he looked like a chemistry experiment. I resolved that I would stay with him until he got better or died.

The nurses made me as comfortable as possible and Rita brought me several changes of clothes and some toiletries.

About a week into my vigil my phone rang. It was Darby.

"Janice, haven't seen you in a while. Why don't you come down?"

"I'm in the hospital with Alan. I think he's dying."

"Why? What happened?"

I gave him a brief synopsis.

"Which hospital?"

"Central."

"Ok, let me know if there is any change."

About an hour later several nurses came in.

"Come on, we're going upstairs." One of them said.

They unplugged what they could and wheeled him at speed out into the corridor on their way to the elevator.

I had no idea what was happening until a nurse came in and told me to follow her. We took the elevator up to the twelfth floor. I was amazed. The room that she took me into was not just an ordinary hospital room but a suite. It had a separate bedroom, bathroom and kitchen. I knew immediately that Darby's hand was in this.

The next day a different doctor came into the room. He had a clear southern drawl and I knew that Darby was involved again.

"How do you know Darby?" I asked.

"We grew up together in Georgia. He went into business and I went into medicine. I've looked at your husband's case and I have to admit that it doesn't look good. I've seen this only five other times in my career."

"How does it turn out?" I asked.

"Four died, one recovered." He replied. "I have suggested some changes to his medications, it might help."

He stopped in briefly the next day to see how my husband was and to let me know that he was heading home later that day.

I stayed with my husband night and day praying that I would see some improvement but it seemed like a lost cause. Then, about six weeks later I heard a voice.

"Hi, how're you doing?"

I was shocked for a moment or two and then I hit the alarm button. I wanted the nurses and doctors to come and see him so that they might be able to stop him from slipping away again.

"Is the game over?" he asked.

"What game?"

"United were beating Liverpool two nil."

I laughed. "The game ended a couple of months ago. I'll find out who won."

"Where are we?" He asked.

"Central hospital."

"So, I've been here a couple of months?"

"Yes, do you have any idea what happened to you?"

"No. I remember watching the game and seeing my dad"

"Your father died years ago."

"I don't know where we were but I asked him if this was where he lived. He said yes. He seemed very calm and comfortable. Then I asked if it was where I lived too but he told me no, it wasn't my turn yet."

We spent several more weeks in the hospital until Alan was deemed healthy enough to go home. I helped dress him when we were told he could go home and I was shocked at how thin he had become. A nurse told me that he had lost at least fifty pounds. He was just skin and bones.

Not long after we got home, I had to get a bed put in the living room because it was too much strain on him to go up the stairs. He started to gain a little weight but he couldn't keep it on. I, on the other hand, gained weight like crazy. All I was doing was sitting around watching tv and making sure that Alan was still alive. I was eating out of boredom rather than hunger.

I called Darby to thank him for everything that he had done for us.

"How are you doing?" He asked.

"Not well. All I do is sit and eat and watch tv. I'm bored but scared that if I don't watch Alan he'll go downhill again.

"Ok, I have a couple of nurses in all of my factories. I can get one to come and help look after your husband while you take some time out. I also have a personal trainer on my staff. He'll help you get back in shape. Is there much room in your basement?"

"Room for what?" I asked.

"Gym equipment. If there is room, I will have a gym set up in your basement."

"Yeah, there's plenty of room."

"Ok, I'll have some guys bring the equipment and set it up on Saturday and I'll have my trainer Laurence come over on Monday morning. His methods are a little unorthodox but I think you'll get along just fine."

Fifteen minutes later my phone rang.

"Hi, this is Laurence. Darby told me about you. I just wanted to ask you not to play with the gym equipment until I have seen you. I will be there at nine on Monday to teach you the proper way to use the gym. My schedule for you is nine to eleven every Monday and Thursday. Any problem with that?"

"No problem at all. I'm looking forward to it. See you Monday."

A few days later the doorbell rang. I opened the door to see a large black lady standing there.

"Hi, I'm Muriel. Darby asked me to come and help take care of your husband."

"Oh. Yes. Please come in."

I was very grateful that Muriel had come to help. I showed her to her bedroom and told her to make herself comfortable. It would take a lot of the weight off of my shoulders to have someone else to help keep an eye on my husband.

I woke early on the Monday and, after a quick shower, I dressed in a sports bra, t-shirt leggings and a pair of runners. I had a light breakfast and sat down to wait for Laurence.

At nine on the nose the doorbell rang. I opened the door and let him in. I had already guessed from his accent on the phone call that he was from the Caribbean. The first thing I noticed was his beaming smile and bright white teeth. He was about five foot nine and it was obvious that he worked out a lot.

"I've been looking forward to this, come on down to the basement."

He seemed very pleased with the equipment and the way it was set out. One by one he explained what the particular piece of equipment was designed to do and showed me the way to use it and how not to use it. We went though a few light exercises and soon my time was up.

"On Thursday we will determine exactly what you need or want to work on and start with some exercises and a bit of yoga. We need to take it easy at the start so that you don't injure yourself. Ok?"

"That's fine. I'm looking forward to starting."

Tuesday and Wednesday dragged and I got up early to be ready for Laurence on the Thursday. Promptly at nine the doorbell rang.

We went down into the basement and he had me recap what each piece of equipment was for. He corrected me on a couple of things and then completely shocked me.

"Ok, take off your clothes."

"What? I don't think so." I protested.

"I need to see what you look like. It's all about musculature. I need to see what needs work."

"Bullshit. You can tell what I look like. You just want a quick thrill."

"Even the tightest clothes can hide things. If I can't see it, I can't work on it."

"I'm not stripping for you." I insisted.

"Ok, I'll let Darby know that you are not interested. I'll send the guys back to collect the equipment."

I owed Darby a lot. All that he did when my husband was in the hospital. I often wondered whether my husband would still be alive if Darby hadn't moved us up to the private suite in the hospital and flown his doctor friend up from the US. Was it the advice about my husband's medication that saved his life? I couldn't disappoint Darby and so I started to undress.

When I was naked, he had me do a very slow 360. My nipples had hardened and that old familiar tingling feeling in my pussy had started.

He touched my thighs and said "Ok, we need to get rid of these little saddlebags. These back boobs need to go as well."

I knew that my belly needed a lot of work but when he put his hand below my belly to point out that I was starting to get a second ring his hand brushed against my pubic hair.

"Wow girl, you need to trim that! You could have a bush fire if you walk too fast!"

I was embarrassed but I knew he was right.

I turned my back to him and immediately felt both hands on my ass. He squeezed it gently and said "Good ass, just needs firming up a little."

Then I felt his hands come around and cup my breasts. He lifted them up and down a few times and then said "Would you prefer them to be down here or would you prefer them to be a little higher like this?"

"I don't want saggy breasts so higher up would be better." I admitted.

"Ok, then we have to work on your pectorals too."

We started a light workout where he explained again which pieces of equipment worked which parts of the body best. I started to become at ease with my nudity while I worked out. After an hour or so I was sweating hard and we took a break for me to towel off and cool down.

"Don't forget to take on water every time you finish one piece of equipment. Sip it though, don't gulp it."

"Did you do any sports when you were younger?" He asked.

"Yes, baseball, basketball, broomball and gymnastics."

"I've no idea what broomball is but the gymnastics is interesting. Do you think you could do a handstand?"

"I don't know. It's been a long time."

"Have a try. I'll steady your legs."

My first few attempts were bad but eventually I did manage to get high enough that he could hold my legs. I was well aware that my pussy was pretty much at face level for him.

"How does that feel?"

"It's ok." I replied.

"Do you think that you could walk on your hands".

I tried and found it surprisingly easy, especially as he was holding my legs.

He let me down and said "I want you to practice that. Your arms will be strong enough to hold you and it will do wonders for your balance on your hands and your feet."

"Have you ever done any yoga?" He asked.

"A little. I don't know what the poses are called. I just follow the poses on a video."

"Ok, let's try a few."

We each took a yoga mat and he instructed me to copy his poses. He named them as we went along but I forgot them as soon as he named them. When we finished, he told me that his favoured rest pose was simply being on his hands and knees.

A couple of weeks went by and I could already see and feel that I was benefitting. I wasn't even feeling self conscious about being naked while he stayed dressed. In fact, I enjoyed being the only one naked. My old feelings of arousal were alive and well. However, I made sure that I was dressed before I ventured upstairs.

One Monday morning everything changed. We went through the workout and yoga as usual but when I was in the rest position, I felt him move in behind me. Before I could react, I felt him enter me. I gasped but allowed him to continue. I felt him spurt and slip out of my pussy.

He stood up and said "See you on Thursday."

I smiled and said "Already looking forward to it."

Over the next few weeks it became standard that, at the end of each workout, he would slip in behind me and fuck me.

One day, after he had finished inside of me, he said "I'm not sure how this will go down but your husband saw everything."

"What do you mean."

"Just as I entered you I heard the floorboards creak. I looked over my shoulder and saw your husband sitting at the top of the stairs. He smiled and gave me a thumbs up so I just carried on. When I came I looked back and he was gone. I don't know how you're going to explain this."

I got dressed and showed Laurence out. When I had showered and put some clean clothes on I went back downstairs.

"I'm sorry you had to see that."

"Don't worry about it. I suspected that you were doing it for some time now."

"Are you mad at me?" I sounded like a child who had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

"Not at all. You are happier than I've seen you in a while. Besides, I'm no bloody good to you anyway. Look at me. I look like I've been in a prison camp for years.

He was right. His clothes hung on him and when I helped him shower it pained me to see his ribs almost poking through his skin. He was eating enough but he just wasn't gaining any weight. He also still had no energy. I tried to take him for a walk around the block but he didn't even make the first two hundred yards.

Late one evening I was in bed playing games on my phone. Muriel was downstairs keeping an eye on my husband. My phone rang.

"Hi Darby. How're you doing."

"I'm fine my dear. How is your husband?"

"No change. He's still tired all the time and, even though he eats, he isn't gaining any weight. I don't know what to do."

"I have a nutritionist that helps plan the meals in my hotel. Perhaps she can give you some advice. I'll send her over."

A few days later I had been out shopping for some clothes for Alan. Everything in the adult section was too big and so I had to shop in the youth section.

I parked the car just as a woman knocked on the door. I introduced myself and she told me that was Darby's nutritionist. Her name was Rose and she was a tall, skinny white woman with an almost impossible Scottish accent. I guessed that she was in her mid sixties. We went inside and I explained the situation to her. Muriel was upstairs bathing my husband and, without concern for his modesty, we went into the bathroom. I couldn't help but stare at his cock. It was average at best but in his emaciated state it looked huge. We left Muriel to dry and dress him and went downstairs.

"I can give you a program that should help him gain some weight and one for you that will help you lose some. First we have to weigh you both."

We had a discussion regarding what we could and couldn't eat. Alan had to decipher some of what she said because I couldn't understand her accent sometimes. She promised to come back every Thursday afternoon to weigh us both and make sure that we were both still on track.

Several weeks went by and she seemed satisfied. My new diet and exercise regimen was working and my husband was starting to improve but he still had a long way to go. As she was leaving one day she told us that she had another commitment on the next Thursday afternoon and so she needed to come in the morning.

Muriel knew what my exercise sessions were like and, with a mischievous smile on her face, suggested that Rose should come and watch. My husband immediately agreed and all I could do was stand there and blush. I had to admit to myself that I was excited at the prospect of being watched but I wasn't quite ready to have an audience see me get fucked.

Thursday morning came and I had resigned myself to the fact that I was about to be watched as I exercised naked and then be fucked. I also felt a degree of excitement. It had been close to a year since I had been the subject of such attention.

Rose was the first to arrive closely followed by Laurence. I was nervous, excited and scared but it felt great. Laurence helped my husband down the stairs to the basement and I went down behind them. Rose and Muriel were right behind me.

I noticed that Muriel had already been downstairs to set up three chairs. My husband sat in the middle with Muriel and Rose either side of him.

"Shall we show them what we are working on?" Laurence asked.

He may as well just have told me to strip.

I took my clothes off quickly and without any semblance of eroticism. I would have preferred to be doing it in front of a group of guys but I wasn't ready for that yet.

"Shall we explain what we are doing?" Laurence suggested. "Janice had some excess fat on her thighs right here."

He touched my thighs to show where he meant.

"As you can see, most of it is gone. She also had a lot more fat around her middle and another ring was forming here."

He put his hand just above my pussy. Then he went behind me and reached around to cup my boobs.

"When we started these were sitting around here." He demonstrated by pushing them down towards my belly. Then he lifted them up to where they should be.

"And this is what we are aiming for."

He spun me around and grabbed my left butt cheek.

"Her butt wasn't bad. It just needed tightening up a little. I think we have achieved that."

He ran his hand down my thigh and said "She also has better definition in her legs now. Her arms and shoulders too. Let's get started."

We kept to our usual routine on the equipment with Laurence continually encouraging, cajoling and occasionally insulting me. I tried not to look at my husband and the two women but several times I caught them looking at my pussy or watching my tits jiggle.

We went though the yoga session fairly quickly and then I heard his one word command.

"Rest."

I got onto my hands and knees and waited. I heard Rose gasp and then felt the head of his cock probing my pussy lips. Now it was my turn to gasp. He pounded me for a good ten minutes or so. I could feel my boobs swinging wildly and I squealed when he slapped my ass. He kept pulling on my ponytail so that my flailing breasts were on show. Finally, I felt him tense up and then the wonderful feeling of his cock gushing into me.

Breathing heavily, I collapsed onto my yoga mat and turned onto my back I could feel his cum dribbling out of my pussy. He stood up and I watched his beautiful black cock returning to its flaccid state. He looked wonderful.

"Can I touch it?" I heard Rose ask.

"Sure." Laurence smiled.

Rose leaned forward and took his cock into her hand. She stroked it for a while and then got onto her knees and started to suck it. It wasn't long before he filled her mouth. She swallowed and licked her lips. It amazed me that he could fill my pussy and then ten minutes later fill her mouth.