This is a true story. The names have been changed to prevent embarrassment of the people involved. We were all just young people in our twenties.
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The bachelor party was a major event in the life of Rosemarie. To her family she was known as Marie, my church going wife. To the ten or twelve guys from the party she was known as, "Rose the whore" and they passed her name around to their friends. Her boss, Warren, had cuckold me and now he turned my young, innocent and naive bride into a prostitute.
That weekend Marty was married. He went off on his honey moon but he couldn't wait to get back and be with my wife. She fell in love with him. She loved him like I had loved her and there wasn't anything she wouldn't do for him. He was a salesman and he used her as an incentive for his clients. He became her pimp. Everyone called him Marty except my wife. She referred to him as Martin.
A couple of weeks after the bachelor party she found herself pregnant. After trying for about five years, it finally happened. It took ten or twelve guys to do it and she was now pregnant. She was excited and yet, she could not say anything to anyone. She had me, her husband, to deal with first.
Over the past three years she had gradually denied me sexual intercourse and for the past five months, leading up to the bachelor party, she would not allow me to fuck her at all. The only times I climaxed were either in her hand or in my own.
Suddenly, night or day she would say to me, "Lie down with me. Put it in me." For the next two or three weeks I was now fucking her all the time. It was now safe for her to announce that she had missed her period and I would think that it was me who made her pregnant.
She could now go back to denying me sex. She would use the excuse that she was pregnant. Once again, my cock was returned to it's status of being her trophy ornament. She would only use it in controlling me.
At first, her breasts became very large and she attracted a lot of men. On the weekends she would have me take her to places, like a diner or a coffee shop. It seemed like she was on a schedule because the whole time she would be looking at her watch. We would enter an establishment and I would notice a man sitting by himself. Even though they did not speak to one another, there seemed to be a recognition between them. It was like they were there to look each other over. I would think to myself that she was turning tricks and she was using me as her protector. I gave her legitimacy, after all, she was a young, attractive, married woman. Her husband kept her home at night. She was very desirable and she was safe.
For me, going with out sex made me very aware of our environment and the people around us.
After a few months, her belly began to show. Sometimes we would run into some of her boss's friends. The ones who had attended the bachelor party. Looking at her they would laugh and poke each other. My wife's face would get red and she would turn and look at me to see if I knew what was going on. I pretended not to notice anything. People always relax when they think you're deaf, dumb and blind.
It was the bank's policy that when a woman was six months pregnant, she was required to resign, which my wife did. I was still earning minimum wage and we needed money for our house payments. She told me she was earning money by typing at home. I often came home and met a business man who was just dropping off or picking up his typing work. The other days she would go off with her friend Martin.
Pornography was illegal at the time but she and Martin starred in XXX movies or stag films as they were called. The films were produced by the Mafia. I know to this day that if I had divorced her, she would never have lived to be a mature woman.
She gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. We were not going to be a childless couple.
Let me now race ahead with my story to the present. I've just turned sixty years old. All of my children are college graduates and doing well. One son is named Martin.
It's a Saturday morning. We have just finished making love. Well, maybe not love, I should say, "that I just finished fucking my boring house-keeper." As always, we fucked with her laying on her stomach and we did it in silence. We are old now and we have grown to accommodate one another. I was horny and she was the only one in the bed.
After we climaxed she became very remorseful. "Jack, there's something I must tell you," she said in a low voice. She was sitting up leaning against the headboard with a pillow behind her and this is the story she related to me in her own words:
"When we were first married, I tried to stay faithful to you and I was for that first year and a half. Then things changed. I was working for Warren and you remember the bank moved our offices down the street. It was just Warren and me working in that second floor suite of offices. Sometimes Tom Dolin was there but most of the time he was out on the road and we were alone."
She continued, "Well, one morning during the second week we were alone something happened. Warren had a small conference table in his office and we were sitting at it side by side. I was reading from a list of numbers to him and he was checking them off on his list. Our thighs were touching and I didn't think anything of it. Then he said to me to hold on a minute and he stood up. I was sitting there looking up at him waiting for him to say something."
She took a deep breath and continued,"He was looking down into my eyes and then his eyes shifted over to the front of his pants. I looked to where he was looking and I saw this large bulge and he slowly turned it to me. It was at my eye level and only inches from my face. He kept alternating, looking at me then looking at his bulge. I reached over and started feeling it. He said to wait a moment and he went over and closed his office door. I thought that this was it. He is going to fuck me. My heart was pounding and I was so excited. I wanted him so bad and I was ready. As he came over to me I stood up expecting him to kiss me but he didn't. He was taller than me and he just pulled me in close to him. I could feel his hard cock pressing against me. I started feeling and rubbing it with my hand. He undid his pants and let them fall to the floor. Then he pushed his boxers down. Now I had his bare cock in my hand and I was going to stroke it like I do to you.
