Next Part - Did My Wife Just Become

I received so great feedback from the first story. Some wanted me to make the husband more cuckold. Still, others wanted me to just throw her out and be done. One asked if I did write more, to let it just flow and either end the marriage or continue with a compromise in a nice way. I finally, after many rewrites, found a way forward. It also allows for an epilogue of sorts. This story is not wall to wall sex. I feel there is enough in there for those wanting just sex scenes and enough storyline to be a good read. I hope I am right.

Did Wife Just Become a Whore

Next Part

Saturday passed with lots of sex and conversations. She wavered, waffled, and changed her mind repeatedly. Now, part of me had enough anger to want to be mean and manipulative, and part of me wanted to let her do as she wanted and divorce her. I should have, and may still just move on and just be done with this.

But she was right. In some ways, I caused at least half of this mess. I mean, I could have put my foot down and told her not to bother to come home after she left the house naked. That most likely would have ended this. But the image of her completely naked in a black man's car with cum still dried on her and giggling and acting as anything other than the buttoned-up accountant I normally see was such a turn-on. I ignored my common sense.

I also had another chance to stop it before she put the sundress on and left. I didn't. In fact, I manipulated her into doing it. At the same time being mean to her, I also encouraged her. Telling her that if she did what I gave her permission to do, we were done. This is definitely fucked up of me, but it also shows how confused and torn I was at that moment.

It started Saturday morning for me. I woke her up still naked from the massage I had given her earlier. I told her she was still a whore since she had not made up her mind. I grabbed her by her hair and half dragged, and half led her to the patiostill completely naked.

"Kneel whore" was the first word I spoke once outside. She quickly did. She looked up at me, pouting and tears forming. I told her to open her mouth wide and stare at my face. She complied, and I then unloaded my morning piss in her mouth.

"Swallow all of it bitch, and you better not fucking puke. Remember, you are a professional now."

She swallowed and swallowed and gagged from it. She was crying. Once I finished, I told her not to move. I came back and handed her a large, clear plastic pitcher. I told her it was for her piss. I sat down in a patio chair in front of her. I told her we stayed out there till she voided and drank it all while she thanked me for being her husband and not divorcing her for her cheating.

She was full-on bawling at this point. After probably ten minutes, she squatted, adjusted herself, and closed her eyes. Her piss started pouring out.

"I am sorry, honey, for cheating. I am a worthless whore and am lucky you allow me to still be married to you." She was saying this softly as she peed. She was able to get through the sentence twice before she stopped.

"Okay, as you take each big drink of your piss, you need to tell me why, no sugar coating, no excuses. Why did you really do what you did."

She stared at the half-full pitcher and looked like she would rather sit there and not drink or talk. Finally, after about five minutes, she asked if she really had to do this. Couldn't we be civil and just go inside and discuss it over breakfast?

"It is simple, my sweet whore wife. You did not ask me or talk to me are even hint you were going to become a whore. Never entered into any conversation in the five years I have been bugging you about hot-wiving."

I went quiet and watched her as she knelt there, squirming in her discomfort and guilt. After a very short time, she lifted the pitcher to her lips and sipped in a little before gagging. I thought it weird that she could gulp it down from the tap, but this made her gag.

"Whore, if you puke, you better puke on yourself. Lean back and direct it onto your whore tits. Be careful about this; you may be forced to lick up the puke if I feel you are not truthful and honest with me."

I was amazed she held it down.

"Okay honey, I have always since, I stole my dad's penthouse and playboys from my older brother so he couldn't put them back. I started reading them and have been interested in being used and sold since. There were these hot stories of couples dating, and one of them asked if they should break up over the female selling her body. There was this one really hot story still stuck in my head and I think it is the root of why this happened. I mean, the more I dwell on this mess I caused, the more my memory goes back to it, that story." She was very emotional. I could tell by how disjointed she was.

I watched as she took a bigger drink of her own piss from the pitcher. She made some funny faces and again gagged. She did not gag as badly this time, though.

"Go on. Explain more." I told her as I watched her fight for control. She was caught between crying, storytelling, and throwing up. She did have a lot of piss in her already. I waited.

"Okay, gawd, that is nasty as it gets cooler. In the story, a wife or girlfriend goes out on the town with girlfriends. The husband is home with their two kids. We don't have kids, but in the story they did. She gets tipsy. A handsome young black male approached them to dance, and the ladies took turns. He got frisky. I always liked to place myself in the position of the main white lady.

She took another big swallow, and then her whole body shuddered.

"Then, about six months ago, I found your secret stash of interracial porn hidden in a file labeled old family files. I have seen it many times. It wasn't until recently I thought I would see what was so important you saved. Image my surprise that is were over 100 porn videos ranging from three minutes to a few over an hour long. There was a subfolder labeled whore/hooker wife. The one that caught my attention was the one where a wife sat on the bed and introduced herself as Danielle. She then told her story of her first time hooking for a black man she had met at the laundromat when their washer was broke and how he had talked and tricked her into being a whore for black men. Then there were the others. The final straw was one called bull pimp picks up whore wife for work. I was mentally addicted. I must have masturbated to that one on a loop for thirty minutes a few times in the afternoon. I wanted that mentally, but I also knew it was fantasy and not real. Then I ran across another one longer that showed her getting ready. In the background, I saw a wall calender in the bathroom. It had our credit union on it. She lived here, in our town."

Denis took a deep breath and was prepared for another drink. I stopped her and told her to hand me the pitcher. I told her to start masturbating as she continued her story.

"Thank you, Sir," she said with a grin. She took a deep breath, sighed and closed her eyes, and started rubbing her clit in a very slow, soft, circular fashion. A quiet moan.

"Add to the videos and the nasty talk from you about being a slut wife, hotwife, shared wife for a very long time, well, I crumbled. When I saw Troy, an unknown handsome black man, as more than a guy I saw weekly doing the station workout on warm days at the park, I jogged around; My mind uploaded everything running in the background."

"Tip your head down, keep your eyes closed, and don't stop pleasuring yourself." As she did this, I started to pour a small stream from the pitcher of her now cold piss on her head. I was enjoying watching her work her fingers hard; her moan increased, and her breathing got rapid. This was actually turning her on.

"The final bit of resistance I had was when Troy turned and faced me with his dick out. That three-minute video of a Bull Pimp picking up a whore wife. I knew then if offered, I was going to fuck him. The rest, I am sorry to admit, just happened, and I did not resist. I wanted him to use me, and when he offered to whore me out, I caved completely. Six months of looking at all your hidden videos and nasty talk from you. I thought this was what you wanted. I am still in shock that you are threatening divorce over this, and you are mad. In a way, you manifested this into existence. I think it will be a great thing for us."

I grabbed her hair and pulled her hair so her head tipped back. I slowed the piss to a trickle as I was now poring the last bit of it on her forehead and watched it slowly run down her face, off her chin, and onto her tits. She was a full moan and beginning to rock her hips.

"Okay, my whore wife, anything else you want to add? If not, open your mouth and let the last of your whore piss flow into your mouth. I also expect you to cum before it runs out, or I will slap and spank you for not being a whore for me." She did as I asked and opened her mouth wide and started using both hands, one rubbing her clit and the other having two finger jammed as deep in her cunt as she could. I was rock-hard watching this. I felt detached from the happening as if I were watching a video.

She exploded into a climax. Her body shook. Her moans turned to loud cursing and moans. I heard things like fuck fuc fuck, this whore wife needs cock, please fuck your whore wife. Then she started repeating I am a whore for black cocks I am a queen of spades whore, fuck, I love my cunt filled. Then she ended up almost whimpering and repeating, " I am sorry, I do love you, honey," repeatedly, and her crying returned. I realized she was more conflicted than me.

I waited for her to get her composure and then pulled my hard cock out of my shorts and rammed it into her mouth. I used the word rammed as I forced my cock into her mouth. In my mind, she was just a whore anyway. I might as well use her as such.

"Okay, now it is my turn. Your mouth is nothing but a cunt for me to fuck right now. I expect you to listen. If you have a question or a statement, snap your figures. Otherwise, put your hands behind your back and enjoy getting face fucked. I have always wanted to try this with you. Since three of your first six did this, you are now experienced at it. Do you understand this?"

She nodded her head yes. I started slowly moving in and out of her mouth. I went a little deeper with each stroke. Her mouth felt so unbelievable using it this way. Using her like this would be a huge benefit, but I could not get past a few nagging things. She snapped her fingers.

Yes? Was my reply to her snapping fingers.

"Can I please play with my pussy and clit while you fuck my mouth cunt hole, Sir?"

As soon as she asked this, she sucked my cock right back into her mouth, forming a fuck hole with her mouth. She was staring up into my face. Her eyes looked like she was in bliss. More amazing is that she never took her hands from behind her back. I told her I saw nothing but enjoyment for both of us if she played with her own body.

She immediately started feeling her tits up, never stopping her from looking up into my face. I was back to slow, long strokes into her mouth.

"You see whore, formerly my wife, I am torn about what to do. 30% of me wants to enjoy this and agree to this with a few modifications to what Troy offered as a setup to work for all concerned. 50% is ready to walk away, divorce you, and give you freedom to enjoy this. The rest of me, 20%, is confused, conflicted, and full of anger, bitterness, hornies, and amazement. "

She had a tear forming in her eyes. I knew it registered that the majority of my thinking was divorce.

"You see, it is not so much what you did as I am guilty of everything you pointed out. It is how you did it and the extent of it. No a word for months that you found my porn. Not a word that it was turning you on. Not a word that you might want to explore this. Not even a word or hint ever in our entire marriage, you harbored a secret desire to be a whore, even for a night, let alone as a part-time gig. Then you spring it on me and go all in in one or two days. I mean, like all in under 40 hours, I think."

She closed her eyes and concentrated on her mouth, being a cunt for me. I picked up my speed, now gripping the side of her head to keep it still as I started to seriously fuck her mouth like a wet cunt. She was drooling and slobberling at times. She was now playing with her clit and her tits. There was moaning as I fucked her. I was turned on even more, seeing how much she seemed to enjoy this type of treatment.

"Had you told me at any point it was a serious thing in the back of your head, I would have discussed some basic ground rules and then let you do you. Instead, you denied everything, even calling it sick and perverted most of the time. You refused me anal sex, spit out my cum. You refused even to consider being naked in public like now and like at the park in the trees and riding to Troy's whore house. You accused me of trying to ruin your life and career every time I suggested it. Even in the middle of the night, with few people around, you told me how wrong my ideas were. Do you remember how you reacted on my birthday when I responded to your question about a present? Do you even remember the question?"

She nodded her head and snapped her fingers. I stopped stroking, which was good; I was at the edge of busting a nut.

"Sir, you asked me to sell myself for your birthday and let you set up a secret camera to video my deflowering or to do a girl-girl scene you could watch. I said fuck no, and that you were wrong. I am sorry, Sir. Those secretly turned me on, but it bothered me the man I love would ask his wife to do that. I am sorry. Now that I know deep inside I am a sexual animal needing to be used and a whore I am so sorry."

She stuffed my cock back in her mouth and adjusted it to just a fuck hole again, but now she was crying outright. I told myself to hold my course and fuck her mouth silly and cum soon before I feel bad about this.

"So here is what I am going to do. I am leaving everything up to you. We have until Troy arrives at 5 pm Sunday to take you to the first night of street work. I will state now you need to tell him that if you leave with him, you will be packed for a week, and he needs to put you up somewhere, as your husband does not want a whore coming and going from his house during that week. Also, there is a big chance you will return to a divorce or some adjustments to how I am to you. The hurt is very deep right now. There is no time to recover before you are wanting to do more. So think long and deep about what you do. In the meantime, take my fucking nut."

With that last statement, I pounded into her mouth like it was her cunt and then shot my load down her throat, holding her deep enough she could get some air, but I could still shoot all my cum down her throat. I pulled my cock out of her mouth, wiped it off using her hair as a rag. I told her with two loads of cum and all the piss in her belly when she stood, she would need to puke. I told her I would prefer she puke in the bushes and flower bed along the back fence before heading to a shower. We can talk more and in a civilized way after she is cleaned up.

I headed in and got showered. As I looked out the one window in the master bath, I saw Denis bent over, hands on knees, puking. I was pretty sure she would have to or force herself to puke. I just smiled. As I was drying off, she finally arrived at the shower. She looked ragged and like she had also cried while out there. I knew she was as torn and confused as me. Part of me wants to find a compromise. The other part wants to be done with this all. The complicating issue is I still loved her with all my heart. My hang-up was not what she did, but how she did it and did not include me in the process. As I told her, it had to be for this to work, me being part of the process. I had said that from the first time, I brought it up. I needed to know from the start she was going to do something with someone.

"We will get to a serious discussion once you clean up and get composed a little more." This was what I said to her as she stepped into the shower. I handed her her toothbrush and paste as well as her detangling comb. I left to the kitchen. I stayed naked. I wanted to judge her reaction towards me. I mean, I had been rather cruel and assholish.

She came out wearing the satin kimono I had gifted her on a trip. She looked tired, defeated, and like she wanted to be anywhere else. I took pity on her and served her up some food that would sit easy on her tummy. I told her to take her time and that we could have the discussion later on in the day. I also reminded her that her wannabee pimp had set a deadline for 6 pm Sunday when he shows up to take you for the week.

After almost an hour of silence from her, she finally spoke.

"If I go with him, you divorce me, but I get to experience something I have hidden and fought against for most of my sexual life. If I do what's right and, protect our marriage, and go back to square one to try to get you back in a way you can live with, I will be bitter, hollow, sad, and depressed. Those are shitty fucking choices. You know this."

I did not verbally reply. I nodded my head in agreement, but she would have to decide what I was agreeing with. Simply put, I wasn't sure which part I did not agree with.

She continued after I nodded.

"But what bothers me is the hypocrisy you are stuck in, and I am subjected to it. Yes, I was wrong. I cheated and also violated your one rule if I decided to wonder. Yes, I even allowed it to go way too far. I realize that now. In my defense, there was very little defense; once I was in, I went all in. But here is the rub. By your own statement, if I had called and said I am going to fuck this guy, you would have blessed this. When he showed me naked in the car on the way to be his whore, if I had called the first time, it would have been okay. When he asked me to be a part-time whore afterward, if I had called, it would have been okay. That's is what you intimated."

Okay, she had me there. How I said it and explained my anger was based on not getting that very first call not being made. But I am an asshole on this. She knew my one rule, my only rule. If she will ignore that rule, what stops her from breaking everything else once she goes down this rabbit hole? That is my real rub. There is a trust that is broken that goes very deep for me. In my mind, what if Troy decides he wants to breed her and make her pregnant? She is still fertile. What if he decides just to take her and "own her," as she stated he said? She could and most likely would do this without even a call or discussion. This is where I am at.

I decided to express everything that had just run through my head and let her dwell on it.

She sat quietly for a very long time. I got us each more coffee. I warmed up some pastries and sat down across from her.

She finally spoke again. Softer, more timid almost.

"So if I understand, even with the truth of this all being down to one single call, you consider all the years of marriage compromised, all we built together damage, maybe irreparable. Further, if I embrace who and what I feel I always knew I was, it will end us, everything and we are done. If I leave tomorrow at six, when I come home in a week, we will be over by then?"

I replied that was where I was at. There is still time to talk this through and give me a reason and assurances?

She said then if she can figure out a way to make sure none of my fears happen and that I am just a high-priced whore, then you will give me some time to explore this?

"I will make this much of a comprise. I will not object for tomorrow, BUUUUT, you have to be back home by 1 in the morning at the latest. Troy has to agree to send me as many pictures and vids as he can get and not interfere with your duties. I am assuming you already took the week off from your regular job. When we get up, You will be at home on Monday for work; we will discuss this in detail and see where I am and where you are. It is fully on you to prove to me daily how much trust I can give back."