"Mumble, mumble, mumble... Did you hear anything I said?" screamed my wife Stacy from across the breakfast table.
"Huh, what?" I responded, lowering the sports page.
"I said, I'm thinking of having an affair with the mailman and wanted to know if you had any objections if I fucked him in our bed?"
I walked up behind her and nuzzled her neck, her hair still damp from her morning shower. "Last night was so fantastic, I'd let you fuck the milkman too if you would give me more of your wonderful pussy."
Stacy was a virgin when we married during college six years ago. Myself, I was the opposite, screwing anything with a slit. That all ended the first time I looked into those big baby blues... She still had that beautiful body, almost the same as the day we were married. Although she wasn't very adventuresome in our lovemaking I certainly didn't mind. I loved her and would never ask her to do anything that made her feel uncomfortable.
It was during this last month that she'd become bitchy and irritable.
"For crissakes, Tom, you never listen to anything I say. I told you I'm dropping my car off at Fred's for servicing and I need you to pick me up at Macy's at five. I'm shopping for a new dress for Linda's party on Friday night."
Standing behind her, I rolled her nipples through her bathrobe, "Am I going to get a reward for picking you up?" God, I loved that body of hers. Even after six years, I still got a stiffy watching her move.
"You got yours last night," she huffed, saying something about fixing her hair as she flounced away.
Yeah... OK... Stacy at Macy's, got it. I buried my head in the sports section again. Did Bonds really think he could overtake Aaron for the alltime home run title? It was getting late, time to haul my ass to the office. I hollered a goodbye but I doubt she heard me over her hair dryer.
I worked hard to finish my contract proposal by the 3PM deadline. After Emailing it to the client, I leaned back in my office chair, trying to relax my jangled nerves...
Shit, did Stacy say five or was it four when I was supposed to pick her up? After chiding me this morning about not listening, I decided to err on the side of caution and get there early.
I was sitting on a mall bench a few stores up from Macy's, my head buried in a financial newspaper. It was after four when I caught a whiff of familiar perfume as a couple walked by. Turning to look, I saw the woman's slip hanging below the back of her dress. That was so tacky, as if she'd just been fucked in the back seat of a car. They turned to each other in front of Macy's and exchanged spit, one of his hands squeezing her tit.
I damned near pissed my pants. It was Stacy and Fred. My breathing stopped and things around me started to turn dark. She smiled at him and went into the store. Blowing her a kiss, he exited the mall. Obviously, he was servicing more than her car.
Finally I started breathing but had no feeling in my body, totally numb. I just sat there until she came out of the store at five and hooked my arm, smiling.
"Wait until you see this little red dress I got for the party. It's so sexy, I'll make you come right in your pants."
I let her do all the talking as I drove home. She took the package and ran up to our bedroom. I followed, intending to get out of my suit. She stripped to her bra and panties.
"I'm going to take a quick shower and then model this dress for you."
I grabbed her arm and roughly threw her onto the bed. Her eyes opened wide as I ripped off her bra and panties. There were marks on her breasts and semen in the crotch of her panties. Holding both of her hands together with one of mine, I forced her legs open with my knee.
"Please, Tom, you're hurting me."
I stuck a finger into her vagina and scooped out a wad of cum and wiped it on her cheek.
"Fred's, I presume, you fucking slut. Or did one of the clerks get lucky in the change room?"
There was a look of terror on her face. "Oh God, no Tom, please let me explain..."
"How many, Stacy?"
"Just once..."
"That's the last lie I'm going to accept before I throw your ass out into the street. Who and how many times in the last two months since you only gave me sex a few times? Don't even think of lying, I'll find out even if I have to beat it out of every man you know... I've watched you dirty dancing with some of those assholes at Linda's parties... George? Henry? Mike? Aaron?"
She was bawling loudly into her hands, "No... no... no..."
Picking up my change clothes, I headed downstairs to the den and grabbed a bottle of JD, then proceeded to drink myself into a stupor. I finished the half bottle and started looking for more but there wasn't any. I contemplated drinking some beer but I knew from past experience that dumping beer on top of whiskey would make me violently ill.
Flipping on the TV to an all night movie channel, a few snatches of sleep were all I managed that night. At 6AM, I marched up to our bedroom. She was sitting on the edge of the bed with her face in her hands, still bawling. When I walked in, she tried to wrap her arms around me but I roughly pushed her away.
"Please, Tom, let me explain..."
"Fuck you, we'll talk tonight, and you'd better be ready to tell me everything or your naked ass will be sliding on the lawn."
After eating breakfast at the local greasy spoon, I called my lawyer and asked him to prepare a standard divorce application; irreconcilable differences, 50-50 split, blah, blah, blah. He said his secretary would fill in the blanks and have it ready by 3PM.
Going to work was out of the question. Instead, I spent the beautiful day sitting in the park, feeding the pigeons, trying to plan the next stage of my life. So many questions, so much hurt. I loved her, thought she loved me... obviously not.
At 3PM, I picked up the divorce application and headed home. She was sitting at the kitchen table, head down, napping. Kicking a table leg jarred her awake.
"Why?"
"We were going to have our babies," she cried.
"What the hell has that got to do with it?"
She was fightiog back her tears. "You knew I was a virgin when we got married. I never had the experience of another man. The girls at the office were always telling me about the great times they had in college, how great it was to enjoy different lovers. They teased me about missing out, needling me to have that experience."
"For God's sake, Stacy, why couldn't you talk to me about it?"
"I love you, Tom, I never wanted to hurt you. I thought I could have a short fling and you would never find out. Then we would have our children and live happily ever after."
I threw the divorce papers on the table in front of her. She shook uncontrollably when she realized what they were.
"Please, oh God, no Tom, please don't do this, I'll make it up to you, really, I promise. I love you, I couldn't stand a day without you in my life."
"Yeah, sure, you've been doing pretty well without me for the few months. Sign them and I'll give you one of two options."
She signed and I laid it on her, "We can either split and divide our assets right now, or you can stay but only under very stringent conditions..."
"I'll stay... oh please, Tom, let me stay..."
"You may change your mind when you hear the conditions. Now shut up and listen... This house is on a very large beautiful property but is now over thirty years old and needs a lot of repairs and renovations... You work as a financial controller for a large trades union so you know a lot of the construction and renovation people. Most attend Linda's parties," I stopped and let that sink in.
"Yes, but what has that got to do with what we...?"
"Very simple, my dear, I'm promoting you from a slut to a whore. I will buy the necessary building materials and those tradesmen will do the work. In return for their labor, you will fuck them."
She looked at me incredulously, "What... you want me to fuck other men? You expect me to do this? What kind of pervert are you?"
"Well, you obviously haven't had your share of strange cock yet, you fucked Fred yesterday and from your little kissy/kissy in front of Macy's, you intended to do it again."
"Please, Tom, I can't do this."
"Suit yourself, start packing."
She hung her head, utterly defeated.
"We are going to Linda's party tomorrow evening. You will point out every man you have already fucked and what their construction specialty is. Since I'm now your pimp, I get to choose your fuck buddies depending on what work I need done."
"Please, Tom, there were no others... only Fred... four times..."
I ignored her. "After they have put in a full day's work, you will fuck them in our bed, no place else, period. Any deviation from this and you hit the road. You are going to be watched so I will know.
"You will tell them I can't get it up and that you need their wonderful cocks. You will moan and scream, even if you have to fake it. That's what whores do, you know, they learn to be good actresses.
"You will call my cell fifteen minutes before you start, and immediately after the asshole leaves. Are you with me so far?"
She nodded, tears rolling down her cheeks.
"OK, up to our bedroom and suck my cock."
"But... but, I've never done that... I can't..."
"You wanted to experience what those college girls did, right? Well, they sucked cock and got fucked in the ass too. Some of those girls even sold themselves. I wouldn't be surprised if that included a few of your 'girlfriends' at work. Now, get off that cheating ass, I need you to swallow my cum..."
Her first blowjob wasn't all that great. She gagged but did manage to get me off and swallow some of my cum. She would improve.
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Friday night, we went to Linda's party. She wore her new skimpy red dress. Every man fawned over her. There were tradesmen of all different ages, shapes, and sizes. We sat at a small remote table, looking over the prospects.
