The Compliance Examiners Wife

This my first story and I hope it will be liked. I have a sequel that I am writing now and will post it if all goes well. All comments, suggestions and criticisms are welcome. Even anonymous naysayers most of whom lack both the courageous and/or the imagination to post here. At least I am trying.

A very special thanks to csmoss46 for her editing of this story. Without her help this would be a pile of unintelligble drivel.

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Before I retired I was a compliance examiner and did travel 3 weeks a month and it was grueling.

About two years ago I discovered my wife was a whore, a slut and a two bit cunt. Did I mention I found out she was cheating on me anywhere from three to five times a week and sometimes even more often than that. Not only that, it was with a myriad of men. Most of who were very politically connected. Why didn't I leave her when I first found out you may ask. In a single word it was "money" lots and lots of money.

Allow me to start at the beginning. My name is Mike Hammond and I first met Stella Marshall when I was a senior in college and she was a sophomore. I was majoring in finance with a minor in business administration. Stella's major was political science with a minor in liberal arts.

I can't tell you what attracted her to me because at that time I was relatively apolitical and had almost no respect for liberal arts students. I thought liberal arts studies were a waste of time. Without meaning any disrespect to anybody I still kind of do.

I was introduced to Stella at a frat party and bumped into her a few days later in the school cafeteria during lunch. We wound up sitting together and we enjoyed a few laughs. I teased her about liberal arts. She laughingly called me a capitalist pig for my finance and business admin studies. We had very similar senses of humor and were both able to laugh at ourselves so we hit it off pretty well. After about three months we agreed to be exclusive.

A month after that she called me on a Friday to cancel our Saturday night date. She had started her period and normally had pretty bad cramps the first two days. I told her I hoped she would feel better soon and would look forward to seeing her for lunch Thursday and we signed off. My Roommate told me he was going to a frat party that night and as he had no date either I was welcome to go with him. Having nothing else going on I agreed to go.

We arrived late because of a flat tire and no spare. I was very surprised and pretty hurt as well to see Stella there with some guy I didn't know. To say they were dirty dancing would have been an understatement. It was more like they were dry humping on the floor and one of them was going to orgasm at any moment.

I told my roomy I couldn't stay and started my long walk home. I don't think she ever saw me. Wednesday night I saw her again making out with another guy in a bar. Needless to say I was done and never contacted her again.

About three weeks later she caught up with me in the cafeteria and asked why I had stopped calling. I simply told her I didn't run with a herd and had been under the impression we were exclusive. She feigned ignorance and claimed she did not know what I was talking about. I then told her I had seen her at the frat party with someone else.

She explained that her cramps were not as bad as she had expected and her sorority sister asked if she would accompany her brother to the party as she and her boyfriend wanted to go and he did not wish to go alone. Stella said she agreed to go because she had nothing else going on. She never did explain why they were dancing so intimately even though I asked about it twice.

I then told her I had seen her in a bar Wednesday night with another guy and she quickly said he was an ex boyfriend she had broken up with a year earlier. She said she was surprised to see him but agreed to have a few drinks with him.

He told her he had taken the break up pretty badly and as they drank more and more both started feeling sorry for one another and one thing led to another but that nothing more than light petting had occurred. I told her I would consider her explanations but decided I did not want to pursue our relationship any further.

Three years later I was now working for a mid-sized regional broker/dealer in the operations department when I ran into her again at an NASD office where I was instructed to attend a compliance meeting. She was working as a receptionist. She immediately apologized to me for her immature behavior three years earlier and appeared very contrite.

At that time she admitted she had lied about the party and explained she really was not having bad cramps and had agreed to go to the party with her roommate and met the boy there. She did however stick to her story about the ex boyfriend in the bar.

We always got along very well when we were dating so I asked her if she would join me for dinner that night. She readily agreed and after a wonderful dinner we hit another club for some dancing. During that dinner she told me that she had always been interested in politics and volunteered for various political campaigns during elections.

Needless to say it was not long before we were dating again like we had never stopped and agreed to be exclusive again. This time I was very adamant that I would not tolerate violating our exclusivity a second time and if she wanted to see someone else all she had to do was tell me.

A few weeks after that discussion I asked her to move into my condo and she agreed. The sex was unbelievable, I loved to go down on her and she would scream like a banshee as she came on my tongue then she would beg me to fuck her hard and fast. She would suck my cock willingly but would not allow me to come in her mouth forget about swallowing. She said it was disgusting and a total turn off for her.

She also let me know anal was a deal breaker. As erotic as cumming in a woman's mouth sounded to me I had never done it and anal had never appealed to me either so I was okay with her parameters. She was willing to try most other positions but told me she really preferred missionary so that is what we did for the most part throughout the marriage.

We continued to live together for about two years and were so much in love that I proposed marriage. By this time I adored her and felt she loved me equally as much. We married in 1984 and since neither of us had much money we could only afford to honeymoon in Niagara Falls for five days. Yes, people still do honeymoon there and we met several other newlywed couples that we occasionally socialized with.

When we were married about two years I was offered a promotion to compliance examiner. It would mean a fairly significant pay increase but would require travelling to our branch offices all around the country about two weeks a month. We also had branches around American military bases throughout Europe that I would be required to visit three or four times a year. I had mixed feelings about taking the position, while we really needed the money, partly because Stella really enjoyed spending money, being gone ten days every month would be grueling and difficult for a newlywed couple.

We discussed it in depth for about a week. We agreed that being gone two weeks a month would be tough on both of us but the rewards were also enticing. The salary increase would be great but I would also have an expense account of about $3000 a month and we would save on food and entertainment when I was gone.

I would keep all frequent flyer miles and hotel and rental car award points. Finally while I remained reluctant Stella convinced me to take the position. When I went someplace sexy like New York, Washington or Hawaii she would come along, using my award miles. She would also come to Europe with me about once a year and we would always spend a weekend in cities like Paris, London or Rome.

Since I first got my job with the brokerage firm I enjoyed dabbling in the stock market and since we didn't have much money I only played around minimally but I did pretty well with what we had. Stella agreed that I could put half our savings into the market and half into a savings account.

At this time Stella made it clear to me that she was incapable of understanding finance at any level. She entrusted me with all aspects of our finances including paying bills, balancing the checkbook, filing tax returns establishing budgets and any other financial matters that came up. I had built our stock portfolio up to nearly $30,000.

In August and September I began getting very nervous about the stock market. In late September I decided to get out of the market entirely. Then I did something completely out of character for me. I put all of my money into an S&P put due to expire in mid November. For the uninitiated these are called futures and if you think the market is going higher you buy calls and if you think it is going lower you buy puts.

On October 1 the S&P was trading just under 2400 and by November 2 it had fallen to just over 1500. By the time the dust settled I had earned about $960,000 after taxes. Stella did not understand what I had done but we were beside ourselves with joy.

Did I mention Stella liked to spend money? By the end of 1988 we had gone through nearly $800,000 of our windfall. I say we because I just could not say no to Stella. We bought a $400,000 home a Cadillac Allante, jewelry, a name brand wardrobe, a minivan, brand new furniture and on and on and on. I loved her so I pretty much let her spend our money any way she chose.

At the end of the year I told her we only had about $150,000 left and she had to cut some spending. She reluctantly agreed to do that but not by as much as I had hoped.

I decided not to tell her about our investments anymore and the next time I was in Europe I opened brokerage accounts using shell corporations with two Swiss Banks with $5000 in each. I was allowed to invest $10000 a year overseas at that time so that is what I did.

Over time I gradually was investing more and more in my European accounts. I continued to invest here but more peripherally. Life was great we were enjoying paid vacations three or four times a year and were totally in love.

In February 1997 Stella told me she was pregnant and we were ecstatic. For the first four months she continued to travel with me but then said travelling was becoming too uncomfortable for her so she stayed home the rest of her pregnancy. Our son John was born December 3rd.

It was a difficult birth and Stella had to have a C section and told me afterwards she did not want to go through that again. So I agreed to a vasectomy.

I loved our son and doted on him every moment I could. When I was home I insisted on taking him everywhere we went. Since when I travelled I was gone twenty four hours a day my company only required me to work two or three days a week on my non travel weeks and that gave us a lot more time together those weeks. I also noticed that Stella was not nearly as affectionate with John as I was but chalked that up to her being with him so much in my absences.

After his birth Stella cut back travelling with me dramatically. I thought it was because of the baby. I was also starting to notice she was less intimate with me and our sex had dropped from four to five times a week to maybe once or twice when I was home. Little did I know!

In 2005 I was offered a promotion to senior examiner. This time my salary would nearly double but I would be travelling nearly three weeks a month and my expense account would increase to $7000 a month. Now I had a dilemma. If I did not accept the offer it would not be offered again and the salary increase was very attractive but my absences from home would be worse.

I again presented the offer to Stella thinking she would be against it but surprisingly she strongly encouraged me to take it. I talked to my son about it as well and although he was only eight he was very opposed to it. Despite my son's objections Stella had made some legitimate arguments and I chose to take it. John was broken hearted but I had to consider my career and what his Mother and I thought was best for the family.

By 2007 my American portfolio was back to about $270,000 but I had been increasing my foreign investments by $10,000 a year and with capital gains as I was far more aggressive with the European accounts it was now up to about $3,600,000. Anyone who was in the market in 2007 will tell you it was a very shaky year. Housing markets were in turmoil and the Bush administration didn't seem to be able to find it's ass with both hands. So I decided I would get out of the market altogether and see where the chips would fall.

That turned out to be the second smartest move I ever made. Late in the year the real estate market collapsed and the market nearly had a repeat of 1929.

Right before the inauguration in 2008 I jumped back in with both feet and even took some margin positions. I invested about 3.9 million dollars and by early 2015 it had nearly doubled to just less than 8 million.

In July 2015 I finally confronted my Son about why he and his mother were so distant. He really unloaded on me. He said he didn't even think she liked him. He said he had a closer relationship with the housecleaner than he did with his Mom. She left him with a sitter almost every day that I was gone since he was a toddler. He said she never went to a single event the entire time he was in school unless I was home. He was also very angry with me for waiting 18 years to ask him. Who could blame him I was so guilt ridden I felt like a piece of shit.

I told him how sorry I was and that I would resign my job and spend all of my time with him going forward. He told me it was too late for that because he was entering college the end of August and would rarely be home anymore anyway.

He told me he felt like I was the only parent he had and was angry at how often I wasn't there when he needed one. I was devastated and cried for the first time since I was a child. He put his arms around me and told me he loved me and always would. He also said he forgave me.

I called my office and told them I was canceling all of my travel starting immediately until the last week in August due to a family emergency. They didn't like it but I rarely took any vacation and I made it clear I would resign if they said no, so they caved as I knew they probably would.

Next I told Stella and John I was arranging a family trip to Kauai until it was time for John to leave for college. John was very excited but Stella said she could not possibly leave with the upcoming general election and several statewide elections including a congressional race in our district in which she was very involved.

No matter what I said she refused to come with us. I even begged her to come just for a week or two and still she refused.

Finally John and I wound up going without her. With my lifetime 1K status on United and my Platinum for life status with Marriott I was able to get us both first class seats on the flights and a two bedroom suite at the Lihue Marriott for a week. I also rented a condo in Hanalei for the rest of our stay which was about a month. My original plan was to find out more about the resentments between my Son and my Wife and see if we could mend some fences.

When Stella refused to come along I decided to just work on my relationship with John. On reflection I think this was all for the best. John and I had a blast. We really reconnected well and were able to address and repair many of the resentments he had built up over the years. We surfed, snorkeled, scuba diving once, went deep sea fishing, took a helicopter ride over the island. We hiked along the Napoli coast for a few miles. We even went to a luau one night.

Towards the end of our trip we were having dinner at Tahiti Nui (Where the bar scene from George Clooney's movie The Descendants was filmed) when I commented that I wished his Mom would have come at least for a week. He nonchalantly said she probably couldn't pull herself away from the men that came to get her when I was gone.

I did a double take. What did you just say I asked. He said at least two or three times a week men would come to the door and pick her up. What men I asked. I think they are mostly her political friends but I never asked he responded. I asked him if they were dates or for business meetings. He said he really didn't know but they usually came around 7 or 8 PM. I then asked him what time she came home. He told me usually around 11:30 or midnight but occasionally as one or two AM.

He then said once she woke him up when she came home drunk and when he looked at his clock radio it was 5 AM. I asked if any of them ever spent the night and he said not when he was home but that he once was spending the night down the street at a friend's house and a man came by just as he was leaving. When he went into our yard the next morning to get his bike the car was still in the driveway.

Another time he was to spend the night with a classmate that lived on the next block and his mother and a man were leaving at the same time. The next morning they were messing around with a drone and when they flew it over our house the camera picked up the man's car parked in front of our house.

To say I was stunned and shocked would not nearly describe what I was feeling. All I could think about the rest of the trip was the possibility that Stella was having an affair. We took a redeye home that was due in at 11 AM but with favorable winds at our back we arrived at nine. I called Stella and gave her the good news and we would get there in about a half hour. She sounded pretty stunned but managed to stutter that she was glad we were back earlier and to hurry home.

Before I go any further I should mention that Stella and I always took care of ourselves. We both worked out three to four times a week and I ran three miles every other day. I was 58 and looked 50. Stella was 56 and looked about 42. She still maintained a lithe and slender body. All of the men Stella interacted with seemed to mid 40's to early 60's.

Even though we both slept on the flight home those redeyes are killer flights and when we got home we were both exhausted and only wanted to get some sleep. She told us to go upstairs and sleep for a few hours. As I was undressing she saw me throw my socks on the floor and yelled at me to pick them up and throw them in the hamper. As she left the room I leaned down to pick them up and serendipitously found a condom wrapper. Bingo!! I had her.

I decided not to act rashly and that I needed more evidence. When I woke up I went downstairs to get some coffee and she was in the living room on her cell. She hung up as soon as she heard me and came into the kitchen. She told me I would have to drive John to college by myself on Monday as she had to go to Durango and Telluride for four days of strategy meetings, fund raisers and political rallies. I told her that really pissed me off because I had not seen her for over a month because she refused to come with us and now she was leaving as soon as we got home for a trip she somehow was able to make. She was very apologetic and said she understood my anger but it just couldn't be helped.

I said what was more annoying was that she knew I was leaving the following Sunday for a weeklong trip and she could have arranged to be gone then instead of my week home. She was getting a little steamed herself by then and said she had nothing to do with planning this trip and had no input into the scheduling.

I then reminded her she couldn't even break away for a week to spend a week with her family in July due to an election that was four months away. She countered that general election years were always busier and they started strategizing in March or April. I then reminded her that in 2008 when the president was first running for office he took a vacation in August to visit his Grandmother. That ended the argument as she flew to our bedroom and slammed the door shut. Needless to say things were pretty frosty the rest of the night.