About seven months after my initial discovery, I figured it was time to confront DD. I had no idea where that would take us but it had to be done. Even at that, because of her now-spastic schedule, I was not certain how a confrontation would go. However I set it up, knowing that I might have to fold my tent and set it up again the next night until she came in at the right time. On Wednesday night, she didn't come home until after 10:00 PM and I had already folded up my plan.
But on Thursday night, she came in at 7:20. When she walked in heading upstairs, I was in the den watching the TV. She must have caught a flash of something that caught her attention because she came back and took a second look, obviously realizing that she was seeing herself on the big TV screen. At the time, she had a cock in every orifice.
I watched as she turned around and started up the stairs. I called "DD?"
She stopped and backtracked until she could look at me. "What?"
"Come here, please. We have something to talk about."
"No! You'll just get mad and it wont do any good." She turned and headed up the stairs.
I called "DD? If you don't come back now, you might as well pack and move out now because you're not staying. Talk or go. Its your choice."
She stood on the stairs for a long ten minutes, thinking about her options. Finally she eased back down the stairs ever so slowly and came into the den. She stopped ten feet away from me and waited. I turned the sound down on the TV but left it playing. She would have had to be a damn good actress to fake the pleasure that the camera showed her having, and I knew she wasn't that good at acting.
"Okay, DD. Let's just get a few things out in the open. Take off that dress."
She looked surprised and started to protest. I held up my hand, palm out and said "I'm not going to hurt you. I just want you to see a little of what I know. Now take off the dress." She did what I asked, dropping it on the floor. She was wearing a black lacy bra and panties that she had never worn for my benefit.
"Those are nice panties, sweetheart. I'm really surprised that you would wear those. Victoria's Secret, right?" She nodded and I continued "Take off the panties and toss them over here."
"No! I wont" she said defiantly. I stuck out my chin "Yes, you will, if I have to come rip them off you. Now do it the easy way, please."
She pushed the panties to the floor and in a vicious kick, sent then darting toward my head. I caught them and spread them in front of my face, immediately noting that the whole crotch was wet. Cum stains covered the narrow strap and the patch of cloth above her pubic region. On the back side, cum was coated and drying all around where her ass rested as she drove home.
"How many men did you fuck tonight, dear?"
"None of your damn business!"
"Oh, that's okay, sugar. Let's see. There was David Grady, Shawn Bennett, and Tom Schneider, right? Were there any others tonight, hon?"
Her mouth dropped open in astonishment but she finally shook her head almost imperceptibly. Finally she got her voice back and whispered "How did you know?"
"Well, my goodness, dear. How long did you think you could fool the person who devoted his entire life loving you, the one who helped you make and raise three babies? You sure don't have much faith in my intelligence, do you? Maybe that's justified. After all, I took the short end of the stick from a cum slut for more than 23 years now."
"It hasn't been like that. This hasn't been going on that long."
"Oh? How long has it been happening?"
"Well ... you remember the store's Christmas party two years ago? It started then."
"Over two years ago! Wow! All right. You may sit down. Before we leave here tonight, you are going to tell me everything about what changed, why and who with. I know enough to be able to tell when you're lying. If you start lying, you are gone and I'll tell and show all of your sisters and your kids what you have done. If that's okay with you, then start lying."
The look she gave me stated unequivocally that she wished she had a gun or some lethal weapon. But without one, she pulled a chair in front of me so she didn't have to watch the TV. "What do you want to know?"
"Every detail. Don't leave out anything."
"Okay ... as I always had, I got to the party about 7:45 and got with a bunch of the girls who had formed a little circle and we were talking about ... everything. There's always a lot of complaining about work and home life. And there's always some sex talk. Mostly I just listened. I got thirsty and went to the punch bowl. You know how I hate liquor so I checked it out. No smell, no taste. Just a great mix of fruit juices so I got a big glass. A few minutes later I had to look for a restroom. I don't have any memory of finding one ... nor anything else that happened in more than three hours."
"When I began to be aware of my surroundings again, I was in a room with a king-sized bed and video cameras on every side. There was a huge TV screen in one corner and there was a video playing. It showed me having sex with three men ... the same three that you mentioned. I have absolutely no recollection of any of that happening but I could see that it did. How ... I don't know."
"I came unglued and started screaming. Mr. Grady slapped me so hard he nearly knocked me out. He told me that he didn't care if I wanted to scream but he'd make sure that every one of my family members got a copy of the tape that was showing, so they could see just how much of a perverted slut I was. He said that I was going to shut up and have wild and wonderful sex with anybody he told me to, whenever he told me to, or my secrets would be exposed."
"After the party, Mr. Grady, Mr. Bennett, and Mr. Schneider took me to a motel room at least twice a week for 'training' and I had to suck and fuck them all every time. They made me stay after work three or four times a week, and every time I told you I had to make a trip to the home office, I went with one or more of them and spent overnight fucking whoever was there."
"When my initial training was over, they began to bring in other men, usually managers who were being rewarded for good monthly results, but sometimes for sales or receiving or office personnel who came up with ideas that impressed management. Several of the other women were trained for the same thing and had to spend a lot of time screwing men to keep from being exposed to their husbands or other family members. At first I went along because I couldn't believe you would stay with me if you saw me doing all those things that I would never do with you."
"Then I found myself getting to like it and I got to where I needed to be fucked often. I loved the taste of cum and couldn't do without it. I never knew how good it could feel to get fucked in the ass. Are you surprised to hear me use words like those? I know. I could never do it with you. But they made me feel good and the more I begged for it, the more I got. I learned that orgasms are good, that having pleasure with my body was something I couldn't do without. I even learned to love having two cocks in my pussy at the same time. That's why I couldn't have sex with you. My pussy has been so stretched you would know instantly that something unusual was going on."
I noticed that tears were now rolling down her face undeterred. "How could I spend more than twenty years denying you what you wanted, then suddenly let you know that "Oh, by the way, I need you to fuck me like a slut." I couldn't do that. You would know that something happened that shouldn't have. Even though I had changed, I couldn't let you know."
I got up and began to pace, thinking about what she said. Finally I stopped in front of her and dropped to my knees so that even with her head down, she'd have to look in my eyes. I said "Look, DD, even with everything that happened, the only reason it happened was that they drugged you. You had no control over that. Don't you think I could understand if you had just come and explained it to me?"
Her voice was a bare whisper "No, I didn't think you'd understand. I didn't have any proof that they had done anything wrong."
"Well, sweetheart, that's something I don't understand. In twenty-three years together, I thought we knew each other pretty well but you didn't think I could understand what really caused these changes was beyond your control? That tells me that you didn't have much faith in me as your husband all these years, did you?"
"I guess not..." she said softly. "What do we do now?"
"I'm not sure. I've got some thoughts about it but I need some time to make plans."