Ray walked into the room with an almost sadistic smile on his face and a large brown manila envelope in his hand. He was not a tall man, only about five foot nine inches tall, but he was built sturdily. He was not fat by any means but well built and he worked out five days a week at his companies club to keep himself that way. Ray had auburn hair that he always kept trimmed short, fair skin that only had a light tan and brown eyes that tended to go black when he was angry. His eyes were jet black now and narrowed.
Cindy, Ray's wife, was sitting on their couch watching a television program when he came in. She was shorter than Ray, only about five foot three inches tall but she weighed maybe ten pounds more. Cindy was Hispanic and she had the classic beauty of Hispanic women. She had striking black hair that flowed down to around her waist and large dark eyes. Her skin was a deep brown without any noticeable blemishes. Her breasts were large with very large nipples that stood erect when she was aroused. Her hips were full and rounded and her ass was pleasingly plump. Her belly was soft and padded but she was not grossly fat, just very pleasantly rounded.
Cindy didn't look up when Ray entered the room and he stood and studied her carefully. In just a few minutes their marriage would be very different. Cindy was about to have to make a choice. A very difficult choice, and Ray was not going to make it any easier for her. He walked over to the television and turned it off.
"Hey! Ray I was watching that." Cindy hissed at him and then she noticed his smile and his eyes and quickly went quiet. She knew that look and that look meant trouble. Ray had many moods but of them all this one was the most dangerous.
"Cindy, my wife, we have some choices to make." Ray said softly, bringing the envelope he was carrying up in front of him and opening it slowly. He paused, giving himself time to draw a single photograph from the envelope, and began studying it carefully. "We could say that this was a mistake, a lapse of judgment on your part. An error that could be corrected with time, counseling, and work." Ray studied the picture he was holding as he spoke, turning the picture to peer at it from several angles. "To do this would require that we both admit guilt and work to resolve our problems." He casually tossed the photo down on the coffee table in front of his wife.
As soon as she saw the picture Cindy gasped and stared at it feeling that her world was collapsing around her. The photograph clearly showed her in the throws of passion with her latest lover. The man in the pictures was laying on his back sucking furiously at one of her large breasts while she rode him. It was clear from both of their expressions that they were in the heat of sexual passion. In five years of marriage Cindy had had nine lovers. This one was just the latest. She couldn't help herself. When a man was forceful she had no power to resist him. Ray was usually not forceful with her, in fact it was usually her that controlled their relationship. That was not what she wanted or needed.
Ray pulled another photo from the envelope and began to study it as he spoke. "Or we could get a very nasty divorce. Of course these photographs would then find themselves reproduced many times and sent to the most embarrassing people. In the divorce you would end up with very little of our wealth due to the incriminating evidence. You would survive it of course, and I'm sure that your family would forgive you in time even if they never forgave me." Again he tossed the photo down onto the table in front of her.
This picture was also of her and her lover but from a different angle and clearly showed her lovers cock going into her cunt.
Cindy shuddered and then spoke. "How, how did you get these?" she asked.
"Shut up!" Ray roared, the sheer force of his voice pushing Cindy back into the couch. "You will not speak until I tell you to speak or this conversation ends and so does our marriage."
Cindy stared at Ray intently for just a second. She had never seen him so angry, so controlling, so forceful. If he had been like this earlier in their marriage she might have never began fucking around on him. Now because of what she had done she might lose him and despite her sleeping around she did love Ray. She had always loved Ray since the day they had met but she knew Ray well enough to know that the first option was not really possible. Once he got angry, working things out peacefully was not Ray's style. she had seen him destroy men in business when they angered him. She knew that he would not simply forgive her and that left a messy divorce.
Ray pulled another picture from the envelope he was holding. "Three photographs, three options?" He said once again speaking softly.'
"What was that? Three options?" Cindy thought. "What third option?"
"Hmm, could there be a third option? Do we have any options at all really?"
"Ray! I'm sorry." Cindy started to apologize but Ray quickly cut her off.
"Shut up!" he roared again. "Do not speak until I tell you to speak!"
"I thought." Cindy said quickly
"You stupid slut!" Ray said with sheer disgust in his voice as he interrupted her again. "What part of Shut up do you not understand?"
Cindy shut up and sat quietly staring at the floor. What was she going to do. Her family was devout catholic and very conservative. Her father would be disgraced, her mother appalled. Her brother might even try to hurt Ray, or kill him for what she had done and if he did Cindy knew Ray would kill him. Ray could be such a mean bastard but he had never been that way to her only to other people. And there was the money. Ray was very successful and they had more money than they could ever spend but he had said she wouldn't get it if it came to divorce. She had grown accustomed to living in luxury and didn't want to go back to being poor.
"Oh why can't I keep my legs together?" She thought. "Why can't I resist men?"
"Look at me." Ray said quietly and Cindy looked up at him. "Keep looking at me until I tell you that you may look away." Ray took a deep breath and then continued. "The first option is obviously out. I am not even in the photos - how could I share your guilt?" Ray paused but Cindy did not answer. He smiled and then continued. "So, unless we can find a third option I guess I better go get copies of these photos made. Lots of copies." Ray smiled his sadistic smile and reached down to scoop the pictures up and slide them back into the envelope. "Unless you have a third option? You may speak if you do."
"Ray, oh Ray, I'm so sorry. Please forgive me Ray. I won't do it again. I'll do anything you ask!" she was almost babbling afraid that he would not let her talk long enough to convince him she was sorry.
"Anything I ask, Hmm. Cindy you should not promise things you don't intend to do." Ray said.
"Oh but I do mean it Ray. I do mean it. Anything you want. Anything! Really." Cindy said thinking that there might be hope yet.
Ray smiled thinly. "If I give you this chance will you let me down?" He asked his now sobbing wife.
"Oh no Ray, I'll do whatever you want." Cindy said with conviction.
