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!”
