Thanks to Ms. Black and Ms. Moon for the idea for this exercise in writing. To know these ladies is to love them. Now, let the fag cuck shit begin!
I never saw it coming, but I probably should have. My lack of attention may have been a contributing factor. Last April, on a rainy Saturday morning, my wife revealed to me just how unhappy she was.
We had been married five years, and I thought things were great. I was 29, and she was three years younger, at 26. Sherry was a beautiful woman with a great figure and a beautiful face. On top of that, she was smart and capable. I was still amazed that she had agreed to marry me.
“Jim, I feel like I’ve missed a big portion of life’s pleasures and I’ll never get to experience them if I don’t do something about it pretty soon.”
“Do you want to take a nice vacation? Maybe we could go to Paris or the Caribbean? Is that what you mean?” I asked in confusion.
“This isn’t easy to say, so I’m just going to tell you what I’m thinking and feeling,” Sherry responded softly. “I want to have sex with some other men. I was a virgin when we started dating, and you’re the only man I’ve ever been with. I love you and our sex is great, but I have nothing with which to compare it. Maybe it could be a lot better. I know some of the single girls at work really get off with some of the guys they date. The way they describe their orgasms and the intensity of them is amazing. I don’t have much to contribute to those conversations.”
“You’re a chemist working at a large chemical company, not a teenager in a secretarial pool or something! Who have you been talking with about sex and orgasms?” I demanded.
“It may be hard to believe, but chemists talk about sex, the same as secretaries,” Sherry replied. “I’m not putting you down. You’re an excellent lover, at least as far as I know.”
“Thanks for qualifying that statement,” was my angry response. “Do you have a boyfriend or someone you’re interested in fucking? Have you fucked some guy, or guys, already?”
“I knew you’d think that! I’ve always been faithful to you and I have no ‘boyfriends’, as you put it,” insisted Sherry. “I want to stay married to you. I just need to satisfy my curiosity. You’re the only man I’ll ever love.”
“Forgive me for being skeptical,” I retorted. “My wife loves me to pieces but wants to have sex with random men just out of curiosity. That doesn’t really make me feel loved.”
“We always said we would discuss any issues or problems in our marriage,” pointed out Sherry. “Would you have preferred I kept this to myself and maybe had a secret affair?”
“I’ve got to tell you I’m not too keen on the choices you’ve mentioned so far. Let me think about this and we’ll discuss it again next Saturday, okay?”
I stewed over Sherry’s revelation all week. I thought about it constantly. I was a fairly successful software engineer working for a small company on the verge of creating a revolutionary program for large businesses. If our company managed to successfully develop it, and we were getting close, I’d get a nice bonus check. I wondered if I had given too much of my attention to my project and not enough to my wife.
I no longer trusted Sherry. If I refused her request to experience new sex partners, she’d probably leave me, or at the very least, cheat on me. If I accepted her proposal, I’d be humiliated and shamed. I could always divorce her immediately and get on with my life. The problem I saw with that route was a beautiful woman like Sherry would have no problem finding bed partners. I’d be sleeping alone while she’d be getting her brains fucked out by a different guy every night. None of those options worked for me, so I tried thinking outside the box.
Given that divorce was pretty much a certainty, how could I maximize my position to make it more palatable? Once I determined I would be getting divorced, my thoughts turned to how I could benefit from my wife screwing other guys. In what world can that be good for a husband?
Sherry was drop dead gorgeous and could get laid a few dozen times a night, if she wanted. It would be much more difficult for me to score strange pussy. How could I leverage her latent desirability into greater success for me? How could I utilize that sex appeal and hot body to benefit her soon to be ex-husband?
Friday evening, Sherry was in the kitchen talking with her mother. I was sitting in my recliner enjoying my third beer and watching a documentary about Bernie Madoff. The solution to my problem suddenly came to me! If Sherry wanted to play that game, I was going play it even better!
My brilliant solution was to create my own Ponzi scheme! Before long, I’d be up to my ass in strange pussy, with even more showing up at my door every day! For every strange cock Sherry would be getting, I’d double it in pussy. Thus, my Ponzi Pussy Scheme was born!
“Am I hearing you right?” asked Sherry Saturday morning after I explained my scheme. “You want to let it be known that we’re looking for couples that want to swap with us. There’ll be an added caveat that every time the guy spends a night with me, you get the female partner for two nights?”
“That’s a simplified version. We’d have to approve the couples. Married couples who participate need to be married to each other. We won’t condone or encourage cheating in any form,” I explained pompously. “Two single people can opt in, if they’re at least 18 and are male and female. I won’t be involved in any fag shit!”
“The obvious question is this. What sane guy would agree to you having two chances with his spouse, girlfriend, or neighbor when he only gets one night with me? Why would I ever agree to such an unfair division of spoils?” asked Sherry.
“That’s the beauty of the scheme. You’re so damn sexy and attractive, I could probably insist on three nights with the female partner. Guys will give their left nut to tap your pussy. They’re certain to give up the less desirable wife or girlfriend’s pussy they already had a few times for one crack at your slit, pun intended.
“The reason you’ll go along with it is that I’m going to be the cuckold everyone laughs at. If it were up to me, we’d keep our sex life as it is. You’re the one that wants to experience different partners, so I need something to offset the embarrassment I’m going to endure.”
“Getting laid by a bunch of horny women will help offset that humiliation? I guess that makes sense,” admitted Sherry. “We’d both have the power to veto the swap if we didn’t find the person appealing or desirable, right? You wouldn’t veto any hunks that apply, and only allow fat old men to sleep with me, would you?” questioned Sherry as she mulled over my plan.
“How could I get any prime pussy if I vetoed good looking guys?” I reasoned. “Fat old guys don’t have hot young wives, unless it’s a trophy wife, and those guys can buy all the pussy they want. I doubt I’d veto anything short of ninety years old or four hundred pounds.”
“You really are a sick, desperate fuck, aren’t you?” asked Sherry rhetorically, but with a grin. “I have to admit I never would’ve dreamed up this Ponzi Pussy Scheme of yours. It’s kind of flattering to think guys would let you have their wives for two nights for just one night with me. Plus, you can’t get mad and divorce me for getting some strange cock, because you’d be getting lots of strange pussy as a direct benefit of my little kitty being so popular!”
The success of my plan depended on Sherry thinking we would remain married when the whole thing was finished. If she knew I had plans to toss her to the curb after I had gotten laid by a few dozen women, she could simply cut me out of the deal and get banged endlessly without any benefit to me.
I realized that I’d no longer be able to live in the area after my scheme gained success. It was not a big town, and everyone would know my wife had sex with any number of local men. Once I got my bonus for the success of our new software, I would be moving far away, probably to a warmer climate. There was even a chance I would find a woman that would be satisfied with my bedroom skills, such as they were.
“That’s right. We’d both be experiencing some strange and have no room to complain,” I lied. “This is just a phase we’re going through and we’ll come out of it stronger than ever!”
The following Saturday, we attended a neighborhood party. There were a dozen couples enjoying the food and hospitality of our friends, Bill and Janet Simpson. Everyone was chatting and laughing when I began to explain my Ponzi Pussy Scheme to Janet, who was sitting next to me on the sofa. I think the room went silent within the first few words I uttered on the subject. Everyone appeared dumbstruck as I described how it would work.
“Do I understand you correctly?” asked Dorothy Grant. “You think your wife is such a hot piece of ass that married men will agree to let you have their wives for two nights so they can bang her one night?”
“That pretty well sums up the situation. There’ll be health records and condoms involved. Couples in committed relationships have to be accompanied by their significant other.
“Why would a husband let you have two nights with his wife for just one night with yours?” demanded Dorothy.
“Sherry? Would you please stand up and turn around slowly so these men have a better idea of exactly what they’d be getting?” was my response as my wife stood and spun fast enough to cause her skirt to float up and briefly expose her red thong.
“Dorothy, take a look at the guys’ faces,” I insisted with a chuckle. “Every man here has a boner! They’re wondering if they can talk the wife into going along with the deal. Sherry is way hotter than any woman they could reasonably hope to bed in their lifetime. There’ll be plenty of men taking us up on our offer.”
“You insulting prick!” snapped Dorothy. “You’re telling us your wife is far hotter and sexier than any other woman here? You may think that because you’re married to the slut, but each of these men certainly thinks he has the sexiest wife in the world. What kind of man pimps out his wife to get pussy he feels is of a lower quality than what he already has?”
Sherry’s eyes met mine when Dorothy called her a slut and she flinched when I was accused of pimping out my wife. Maybe she was beginning to see my point about being humiliated by a wandering wife. The second best way to combat humiliation is act like everything is normal and not embarrassing. The best way is to not do dumbass things that cause humiliation.
“Dorothy, are you suggesting I shouldn’t even consider trading my hot wife to your husband for the opportunity to spend two nights in your bed? You think I’d be getting the short end of that deal?”
“Of course not!” replied Dorothy immediately. “When you put it that way, I can see why you might consider making that trade. I have to admit I can even see why my husband might be willing to go along with it. That said, it isn’t going to happen! We value our vows. Fidelity is very important to us.”
“I truly respect that,” I replied as I again met Sherry’s eyes to be sure she was listening. “However, we both know there are some couples out there that lack your moral strength and commitment to each other. The weaker, less devoted men will enjoy the experience of being buried balls deep in Sherry. That experience will help allay their misgivings and feeling of guilt. I’ll do my best to give the female half of the relationship a good time… twice.”
