My Life as a Financial Advisor

My Life As A Financial Advisor

Chapter 7: The Confrontation

I headed home from my training feeling very tired. After all, with Rhonda spending all her free time with me, I averaged only a few hours of sleep a night. Rhonda is a very unique girl, and, at least to this point in my life, she by far has the strongest sex drive of any woman I’ve met. We had agreed to stay in touch, and even take in more training sessions together in the future.

My mind stayed focused on her for the first few hours of my trip home. She was such a beautiful woman, and I had been very privileged to enjoy so much of her. I couldn’t believe that her husband was missing out on the treasure he had in bed with him.

I wondered how many married men did the same as Rhonda’s husband. I’m sure that if you were to ask him how conservative his wife was in bed, he would tell you that she is very proper and very Christian, and would never do anything dirty. And yet, here she was in my room, fucking a man she had only met a few hours earlier, begging me to fuck her up the ass, allowing me to tie her up and give her to a total stranger and sucking me off in a public bathroom. She was not the woman her husband thought she was.

And she even made it clear to me that all the things we did together she would willingly do with her husband if he would only ask. He had a sexual gold-mine in bed with him and he had no clue.

I shook my head in amazement as my car sped along the highway towards home.

Home and Crystal. What was her story? I had left home thinking that she was simply another woman having an affair. But she wasn’t. The hidden camera had showed me that while she was indeed fucking my manager on a regular basis, she was also doing some massive black guy.

And what about the nights she didn’t show up in the room? Where was she then? Was she with Dave or this other guy? Or was there a third guy?

I had decided that I would confront her on her sexual actions once I was home. I wanted to hear her side of things; for her to explain herself.

It’s funny, I wasn’t angry with her. In fact, if anything, the thought of her and another guy was incredibly stimulating. But I wanted to understand her. My own behavior was a direct result of her actions. After all, I would never have cheated on her is she hadn’t done it first. But now that I had fucked a few women, I had no intention of going back to the way things were.

Did that mean our marriage was over? I sure hoped not. As crazy as this may sound, I truly loved Crystal. But my new lifestyle was simply too liberating; too exciting; too refreshing. I was a changed man, and it was time to find out what she was all about.

As I headed down the highway, the sun setting at my back, it suddenly dawned on me. Was Crystal no different than Rhonda? Was I no different than Rhonda’s husband? Did I have this sexual woman at my side and just not realize it?

I chuckled to myself at the thought. No, Crystal wasn’t a slut, Rhonda was. Rhonda was a slut in disguise, and she loved the idea that she was one. It turned her on to be considered a slut. Not Crystal.

But weren’t Crystal’s actions typical of a slut wife?

My thoughts were interrupted as I saw the sign for my exit coming up. I slowed down and turned off the highway and drove down my street. I soon turned into my driveway and parked the car. I was home.

Unlike last time, Dave’s car was no where to be found. After all, this time I was arriving home when I was expected, not early. I grabbed my stuff and headed up to the door, pausing for a second before sliding my key into the lock and heading inside.

“Hey babe! I’m home!” I yelled, noticing the t.v. on upstairs.

“Pete! I’m so excited!” Crystal yelled, jumping up and running down the stairs. “I missed you so much!” She exclaimed as she planted kisses on my mouth. We stood in the hallway holding each other tight. Crystal continued to kiss me as she tried to talk.

“Did you eat? Are you hungry? I can make you something to eat quickly.”

“Sure, I’m famished.” I said, as we headed into the kitchen.

Crystal quickly made me a sandwich and we headed into the living room to talk.

“So, what did you do all week with me away?” I asked, my eyes focused on her.

“Oh,” she began, acting completely innocent, “not much. It was rather boring to be honest. I hardly left the house all week. Just laid in bed and watched t.v.”

“Really? That’s too bad.” I said, still focused on her, “I went non-stop. Worked all day and then into the night too.”

We sat in silence for a few minutes.

“You know, Crys, I had the weirdest dream the other night.”

“Must of ate too much pizza, eh?!” She said, smiling at me.

“Yeah, that was probably it. I dreamed about you, though.”

Crystal smiled at me. “Well, you can stop dreaming now. Your dream has come true.” She waved her hands in front of herself, “Tada! I’m right here!”

She had no idea where I was going with my comments. She was about to be told that I knew, and she was clueless.

“Well, you weren’t the only one in my dream. I dreamed of Dave also.”

“Dave?” She asked, a quizzical look on her face. “You mean your manager, Dave?”

“Yeah, that’s the one. I dreamed you and Dave were together. You know, in bed together.”

“Really?” She said, looking anywhere but at me, “That’s stupid. What kind of a dream is that?”

“Actually, it was very graphic. You guys were really going at it. I mean very passionate fucking. It was like you guys were fucking all the time, you knew each other’s bodies so well.”

Crystal went to get up. “Well, Pete, you definitely had too much pizza, because that’s just goofy.”

“Hang on, Babe, sit down. I had another dream also. This time it was a big black guy fucking you. I couldn’t believe how big his cock was. I mean, it must have been 10 inches or something. In that dream, he took you from behind. You did some kind of erotic dance for him, then turned around and bent over our bed. He walked up behind you and drove that huge tool deep inside your pussy and fucked you hard. He slapped your ass a few times with something, and then when he was ready to cum, he pulled out of you and blasted his load all over your back.”

Crystal sat frozen in her chair, her eyes now locked on mine.

“Weird dreams, wouldn’t you say? I mean talk about graphic. It was like I was watching them live. You seemed to be enjoying them so much, you know? Oh, and do you know what the black guy did in my dream?” Crystal was motionless. “After he spent his load all over your back, he got dressed and walked out, without even kissing you goodbye. It was almost like he was using you as a quick fuck, and you liked it. Crazy, isn’t it?”

Crystal’s eyes began to moisten, and her hands started to shake. She knew I knew.

We sat staring at each other, once again allowing silence to fill the room.

Finally, she spoke. “I, um, I’m so sorry Pete. How did you find out? Please don’t leave me, I love you.”

I smiled at her. “You love me? Kinda funny way of showing it. Let’s see, you love me, but you’re fucking my manager in my own bed. You love me, but you are a slut to some stranger. You love me. That makes it all better, Crys.”

“How did you find out?” She asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

I leaned back in my chair. “Remember the last time I went away? I came home early. Dave was here, supposedly checking up on you. What you don’t know is that I showed up about an hour before I rang the doorbell. I came in the house, hoping to surprise you, and ended up being the one getting surprised. I went upstairs and stood in the doorway watching the two of you fuck on my bed. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. You were both so nervous when I went back downstairs and rang the bell. And then, you just about flipped when I ate your pussy before you could clean him out of you. And yes, Crystal, I did taste him in you. It was clear that his cum was all over your cunt.”

I looked over at my wife, her head lowered now as she listened to me.

“Anyway, I got thinking about it, and realized that the way the two of you had fucked, it was clear that it wasn’t a one time thing. You had been doing each other for some time. So, when Dave so generously gave me this new position, I devised a plan to find out what you were really doing.”

Crystal looked up, still silent.

“You remember that security system I installed?”

She nodded, a puzzled look crossed her face.

“Well, it really is a security system. But the monitor in our bedroom isn’t a part of that system. Instead, I installed a computer camera behind the face plate and connected it to our computer. I set it up with remote access so that I could use my laptop to dial in to the computer from my hotel room and get a very clear picture of our bed. Let’s just say I saw some very interesting things this past week.”

Crystal sighed heavily. She was stunned. Finally she spoke, “Are you going to leave me?”

“I don’t know yet. Right now, I just want to know everything.”

Crystal was quiet again. I could tell she was contemplating what to say next. “I’m afraid to tell you everything. I don’t think you really want to know it all.”

“Please don’t tell me what I do or don’t want to know. You’ve been cheating on me for who knows how long with Dave. It’s time to be honest. In fact, if you are totally honest with me, then I think we can work this out. I just can’t stand the lies.”

She nodded and looked down. “Okay, I’ll tell you everything. Just don’t hate me for what I’m about to tell you. And please don’t forget that I really do love you. I’ve kept this from you because I love you and never wanted to loose you.”

“Be honest, and you wont lose me.” I said, sitting back to listen to her story. I had no idea what I was about to hear her say.

“Okay,” she said, taking in a deep breath, “here goes.” She paused again before continuing. “I’ve told you a bit about some of the guys I dated before we met. But I haven’t told you everything. I guess I, um, how do I say this, I love sex. I mean I can’t get enough sex. It’s like I’m addicted or something.

“In high school, I had a name. You know, I was easy. All the guys knew that I would fuck on the first date. I knew everyone talked about me, but I didn’t care. I mean, I guess I liked it. I liked it that guys would literally fall all over me at school. All I had to do was snap my fingers and guys came running, meeting my every need. And, in return, I would fuck them. You asked me one time why I never had a boyfriend for more than a couple of months. Well, I guess it was because I could never be faithful to one guy. I tried, mind you. I tried hard. But it was useless. I wanted to fuck at least once a day, and my boyfriends just couldn’t satisfy me enough.”

“Don’t rush.” I said, interrupting. “I want to hear the entire story. Tell me about some of the encounters.

She looked at me without saying anything. I could tell she was unsure how to proceed. I wasn’t angry or upset. I was calm.

“You mean details? Well, let’s see. In my four years of high school, I fucked most of the football team. I was always considered good looking, so the cute guys were always all over me. I loved it. I loved to see the reaction I could cause on a guy. I mean, I would stand by my locker and rub my tits when I knew a guy was watching. I would stare at him and touch myself. It was such a turn on to see the bulge grow in his pants.

“During my last year of school, I got really daring. I started fucking guys at school, doing it behind the stage in the auditorium, or in a classroom that wasn’t being used. Most of the girls at school hated me, but they were just jealous. I was probably the most powerful female in the school. I could literally get a guy to do anything for me. Sometimes I would get two guys to fight over me. Telling them that whoever won would have a night of pleasure with me. They would go nuts to win. Mind you, many times I would end up fucking the loser a few days later.

“Probably the most daring thing I did in school happened the last month of my senior year. My math teacher was a married guy about 35 years old. He was really cute, but that wasn’t what turned me on about him. It was obvious that my reputation had preceded me to his class, and I would catch him stealing glances at me during the class. It was the first time I realized that I could turn on older men as well as the boys around me.

“I thought about it for a month. Finally, I decided to go for it. I was going to seduce him. I purposely started to struggle with my math homework, submitting incorrect work almost daily. After a few weeks of bad grades, I approached him after class, asking if I could meet get some extra help on my math work. He agreed and suggested I come to his office after school and we would discuss the areas of concern.

“I was horny all day thinking about that meeting. I showed up at his office with my top undone a little further than it should be. I had removed my bra and panties before going to his room, just to make sure we had quick access.

“We started out talking about math. Or at least I did, he had trouble concentrating, and I could feel his eyes glued to my tits. Finally, I just spoke out, as blunt as I could, and asked him if he liked the view. Well, he got so flustered and turned beet red. I just laughed and told him that I enjoyed having him look, and offered to give him a better view. He didn’t say anything, so I just stood up and took off my top, exposing my eighteen year old breasts to him. I moved around the desk and stood in front of his chair and pulled his face into my chest.

“He was a little rough with me, I have to admit. I mean, it’s not everyday the math teacher gets to enjoy a fresh cunt. His hands moved so fast over my body, and before I knew it, I was bent over his desk and he was pounding his rod into my pussy from behind. It was so big compared to the boys who had fucked me. I was so turned on, and I must have cum about three times while he pumped me. As he started his orgasm, he pulled out and his load pumped all over my back. It was such a turn on for me to feel his hot semen on my skin. I guess that’s where the turn on about the black guy you saw me with comes from, but I’ll talk about that later.”

Crystal paused for a second, adjusting in her chair. I could tell she was starting to get turned on telling me her story, but she didn’t want to show it. After all, she still didn’t know what my reaction was going to be.

She continued. “After high school, I tried to slow down a bit. And then I met you, and fell in love. I was completely faithful to you from the time we met, through our engagement, and up until about six months ago. Honestly.

“I did have a lot of fantasies about guys, and found that I had to masturbate every day, but I stayed faithful to you. I love you so much and don’t want to ever lose you. I was just so horny. Fortunately for me, you have a high sex drive also, so at least I got to enjoy you almost every day. But it wasn’t enough, so I found myself masturbating with my vibrator whenever you were gone out. I tried to tell you a few times, but was afraid that you would be upset and would hate me for how I felt. So, I didn’t say anything.

“About six months ago, you and I went out for the evening with Dave and his wife. I don’t know if you remember the night or not, but we drank a lot, and had way too much fun. You didn’t feel like dancing, and Dave’s wife was a little too drunk to get on the dance floor, so Dave and I spent a lot of time in each other’s arms.

“I guess the feel of another man so close to me was too much. He had a hard-on and it was pressing against me, almost calling me. I was consumed with the temptation, and he was flirting like crazy. His hands were all over me on the dance floor, grabbing my ass and even pressing against my breasts a few times. I was overcome with lust by the end of the evening, and I finally had to excuse myself to go to the bathroom and take care of my pussy.

“I didn’t see him, but I guess Dave followed me down to the restrooms. He was drunk enough to boldly follow me into the ladies room. We didn’t say a word. We just moved into one of the stalls and fucked hard. It was a quickie, with both of us cumming almost immediately.

“I felt so guilty when I went back upstairs. You didn’t suspect a thing, though. I think you were too focused on the women on the dance floor, I could tell you were checking them out. Dave’s wife was so pissed she just put her head down and fell asleep at the table.

“I couldn’t sleep all night. I lay in bed watching you snore, thinking about what I had done. I knew that Dave would be back for more, and I feared I was going to revert back to the old me. But I had already blown it. I had been unfaithful to you. And, I guess I just gave up. I resolved myself to the fact that I was a sex addict, and that I couldn’t help myself. I know it sounds like an excuse, but it’s true.

“So, I started fucking Dave on a regular basis. We did it about once a week when you were out on appointments, and almost everyday while you were away on your training sessions. I became consumed with sex again. In a way, I was lost in it.

“Dave thinks he’s the only one, but he’s not. I’m back to how I was in high school, ready and willing to fuck just about any guy who wants me. I’m using my body and my sexuality to control men, and I can’t believe how turned on I still am about it.”

She was getting hot now, and could no longer hide it from me. Her one hand was rubbing her tits, the other wanting desperately to move between her legs, but she was trying to stop from doing it.

“Tell me about the black guy.” I said, my voice monotone.

“His name is Andrew. I met him at the supermarket earlier that day. We literally bumped into each other. I smile at him and looked him over. Suddenly, he said to me, ‘I know your type, lady. You need to be taught a lesson from a big black man, and I’m the guy to do it. Give me your address and be ready for me tonight. I will tell you what to do once I’m there.’

“I was shocked, but so turned on. I don’t know how he knew, but he did. So, I gave him our address and was ready for him that night. When he arrived at the house, he walked in and immediately told me to take him to the bedroom. There was no small talk or anything. We went upstairs and he sat down on the chair and told me to dance for him. Basically, I just did what I was told. I danced and he directed me. He told me to turn around and bend over so he could teach me a lesson. He was very graphic and very blunt. I remember his words so clearly, ‘Turn around and bend over! I’m going to fuck you like the bitch you are.’

“When he entered me, I thought I would die. He was so big! Even the dildo you bought me is smaller than he was. I felt completely filled with his cock. It stretched and pushed at my pussy, every movement rubbing against my clit. It was incredible.

“He spoke the entire time he fucked me. He was so dirty, so graphic, so harsh. And then he spanked me with something. It hurt like hell, but god, it turned me on. He kissed the spot where he had hit me, and the feel of his lips on the sting was sensational. But it was his cock that did it. I have never felt anything so big inside of me. It seemed like I came on every second pump of that massive tool. I don’t know, maybe it was just one big orgasm from the moment he began fucking me with it.

“He was so big in me that I could feel the blood pulsating through it. I mean, I could feel how alive his cock was inside me. I wanted him in me forever. I knew that the pleasure I was receiving from his cock was something beyond anything I had ever had. I’m sorry if I’m being too honest, Pete, you do bring me incredible pleasure, but that cock was too much.

“He made me beg him for more. He said that if I didn’t plead with him to keep fucking me, that he would take his cock and go home. I couldn’t handle even the thought of it not being in me, so I did exactly what he said. I couldn’t believe the language coming out of my mouth, but I begged and pleaded with him to fuck me. I told him I was his bitch and deserved to be fucked doggy-style. I told him that I would do anything for him and that he was my master and I was just a pussy slave for him.