This is a story based loosely on some incidents in the past, but it has now turned into pure fantasy. Names, places, and happenings are all modified or made up. This is not written for a grade, so if the editor friend missed something and I missed something, remember it is for enjoyment and arousal.
It was 10:47 in the morning when I heard my personal phone buzzing, showing there was an incoming text. I was deep in concentration for a presentation I will be giving at two o'clock in the afternoon.
I glanced and saw that it was from my wife's phone. I mistakenly thought it would be a "go get 'em Tiger" type of text. Instead, I was shocked to see the words on my screen say: "Your wife is my whore now. I just finished painting her face. In about 15 minutes. I'll be fucking her white whore cunt."
As I'm reading this text, a picture opens up of my wife completely naked. Her legs spread wide open, her hand down in her crotch, and her other hand holding a sign saying: I am a whore, giving today's date, and ends with her signature. Her face was covered with cum. She was grinning a huge grin in the picture. The cum had dripped all over her perfect C-cup tits.
I was livid. I was angry. I wanted to say fuck the conference call and presentation. I am going home. I'm going to beat the fuck out of whoever is sending this shit. I'm ready to divorce my wife over this. How dare she do this to us and our marriage? However, my body was betraying the anger that was in my mind. I was hard as a rock and found myself turned on by the picture and the thoughts I had in the background. Thinking about her naked kneeling there in our living room, I could tell it was at our house by the coffee table behind her in the picture. Somebody fucking her mouth, cumming on her face. That she sucked and jerked off a stranger all over her. Better yet, she did it willingly. At the same time, I was angry cause she rarely would let me come on her face.
I had just got back to concentrating on my presentation. It had been about an hour and a half later, right at noon, when my phone buzzed. I look at it, and it's a picture of my wife completely naked still. Leg spread wide open, laying on the big heavy square coffee table in the family room, holding a sign that said: "I'm a good little white whore wife now."
As the shock of seeing a huge puddle of cum between her legs and all the dried cum on her, the phone rings again. It shows I have a Facetime call coming in. I take it and tell her to hold on. I had not bothered to look at the phone as I closed the door to my office. I sat back down, and I finally looked.
It was my wife, she was in a car. I can tell it is moving. Even so, she was still completely naked, holding the phone up, showing her sitting next to a black man, a very handsome black man, mind you. He was younger than her. She was telling me that she is on the way with her daddy to "go be pimped out to 6 of his friends." My wife then informed me she's now his working girl white whore, and she'll explain everything tonight. Then she started giggling and shut the phone off.
It took a while, but I returned to concentrating on my presentation that afternoon. I had a raging hard-on for about an hour after those two things happened. I did get myself back under control and made it through my presentation. As soon as it was over, I cleared everything up at the office and left for home.
Now I know most of us get in our cars, start it, and then check messages before driving. I am no different.
See, after I got that Facetime from my wife in the car naked, I shut my phone completely off. I did not want any more distractions. As it was, it took me at least an hour to get rid of my hard-on. I also had to get my anger under control in my confusion. I was turned- on and pissed off at the same time.
As I sat in my car before heading home, I was confronted with the message that said, "Check your email for a series of videos of your wife being pimped out." I chose.
Not to go any further. I turned the phone back off and thought I would deal with it all at home when I also dealt with her.
I was still confused with my conflicting reaction. Seeing and knowing there were videos, well, I was rock hard. Then, there was the mental part, which did not agree with the body. It fluctuated from anger to despair, to anxiety at facing her, to revenge and divorce. Above all this, was logic
About Halfway home, my phone binged. I saw it was a message from my wife again. I pulled into the parking lot at a store. I opened the text message. It said this is your wife this time. I am so sorry. Please don't be too mad at me until you hear the whole story of how this all happened. Please wait for my side of everything. I did not have my phone until Troy dropped me off. He was the one sending you everything and making all the comments. Please, please let me explain before you do anything rash. I've already damaged our marriage enough. Let me see if I can explain it. Love you, love you, love you.
I sat there and just stared at this for a while. I put the phone down and proceeded to drive home. Another message had binged in while I was driving home. I chose not to look at it till I got in the driveway. It was a message that said BTW, the final instruction that Troy had given me when he dropped me off is that I had to greet you dressed like a proper whore. So I am in stockings and heels and nothing else. Be forewarned.
When I walked in, my wife had nothing on except lace-patterned mesh stockings. The pattern was like roses and was black with red 5-inch open-toed heels, nothing else. Her hair was brushed out and in a ponytail. She had makeup on. She had large 4" hooped earrings in her inner piercing on the ears and small 2-inch hoops on the other ear piercings. What startled me the most was that her pussy was shaved bare. I had repeatedly asked for this over the last few years. She would never do bare but always did a landing strip instead. Back to anger and hard-on both again.
I could tell by her puffy eyes and red nose that she had been crying and blowing her nose while she was crying. She flung her arms around me and gave me a deep, long, passionate kiss. She kept saying she was sorry, so sorry.
I smiled, kissed back, and told her I was not gonna make any decisions just yet. Just hold off saying anything until I watch the videos that I was sent. Then I want to hear your side of the story, so you're okay. Just relax.
I head towards my Home Office. As I walked to my office, my wife said she had also sent me an email with a file attached. She asked me to listen to it first. It might at least explain some of how this happened. I closed the door and locked it. I sat down behind my desk. I took a deep breath and opened the file with the videos. There were three of them. I also opened my wife's email.
"Honey, I fucked up, and I am not sure how to feel. Part of me loved what happened. Most all of me is terrified of what I did to the marriage and what happened. This happened while I was out doing my morning run. As I approached the parking lot on my second lap around the park, I noticed a man, a black man, standing off the running path. What caught my attention was two things. Him, with his back, standing near the shrubbery, and this gorgeous yellow Mercedes coupe backed in. It was right near the point where I usually stop and restretch.
As I slowed I noticed the man was peeing in the shrubs. My civic outrage took over, and I yelled to him that there was a restroom at the end of the parking lot. He didn't stop or even glance my way. He just said, "So," and kept pissing on the shrubs. As I strolled to my stretching point, I started recording a message to send to you. My exchange with Troy, that is how I met him, was all caught on the recorder on my phone."
The recording:
Hi, honey. It is another early morning jog. I just finished the first lap and am walking for a bit. I was thinking about things lately. Mostly our sex fights. You are so much into fetishes, and I just want sex. Nothing but love-making and cuddling. Why isn't that ever enough? I think the issue is no one else; what the fuck, hey, what are you doing? You can't pee there. There are restrooms just 100 feet away...
Fuck off, lady!
What, what the fuck did you just say? Jesus Christ, at least put the thing away before you turn and rant at me.
Fuck you. I am not ranting you are. I was pissing quietly until you showed up, and if it is so bad, why are you staring. Too big for your uptight white cunt bitch?
