I've always regarded Sandra my wife as a very loyal person. Granted she was feisty and extremely hot and even though she was already in her forties like me, she had lost none of her spunk. Sandra was very tall for a woman and quite voluptuous. She had heavy breasts, which threatened to burst out of whatever she wore on top no matter the fabric. She had wide, breeder hips and a massive bottom which despite its formidable size was as firm as twin boulders. Apart from her curves she also had a very pretty face with bright eyes, a pert nose and a big mouth which was always curved into a smile.
Everybody who met her seemed to fall in love with her and she had a very outgoing and friendly personality. I felt very fortunate to have been the one to marry her; it was no secret that she had many admirers when she was single. It was still a mystery to our friends and family why she had chosen me out of the sea of jocks that had been jousting for her attention. Hell, it was a mystery to me too.
It's not like I'm hideous or anything. I'm of average height and I'm not fat even though I'm not muscular either. I have been regarded as handsome although some mean pricks have called me pretty and hinted that I must lean a certain way. Eventually I asked Sandra why she had agreed to marry me despite my limited appeal.
"Oh, I don't know," she drawled, smiling sexily. "Maybe I got a geek fetish or something."
"Huh," I said, clearly disappointed.
She giggled when she saw the expression on my face and reached out to caress the bulge of my cock in my trousers.
"Aww, don't be like that, darling. You make me laugh and you know how to use your fingers and your tongue plus you have a beautiful cock. It might not be the biggest cock I've had but it sure is the sweetest looking. I love sucking it and the way you use it on my clit. You really are a very sensuous lover. And I love how you would never stop till I cum. That's so sweet of you."
"Huh," I said again but my tone had changed. She giggled again and hugged me.
"Listen, babe," she whispered, her breath hot on my ear. "You are the only one for me. I know I was a bad girl before we met but you tamed me. I don't want to be with anyone else."
I guessed I should believe her but trust me there's a reason why beautiful women sometimes find it difficult to get married. It's because men are terrified of competition.
Now, it's important that I let you know what she does for a living. Sandra is a novelist and apparently quite a successful one. She had happened on that vocation almost by accident and I don't want to be smug but she would have never taken her writing seriously if it weren't for me. She used to be a teacher and she really hated her job. As for me I am a real estate agent and I am actually quite good at it.
Anyway one day I stumbled upon her laptop she had left open on the table in the study while she took a shower. I glanced at it with mild disinterest and was surprised to see a Word document open with text on it. I sat down to read it and discovered it was the first few chapters of what appeared to be a full length novel.
It was a crime thriller starring a raunchy female detective called Helen Paul who would do anything to solve her case even if it meant dropping her pants to fuck anyone for information. My mouth hung open and my dick turned into a steel rod as my wife lovingly described in shocking detail how Helen kidnapped a low life drug dealer who might have seen a serial rapist but wasn't telling.
The depraved detective then proceeded to tie up the dealer and proceed to 'torture' him. This she did by slowly giving him a blow job and stopping each time he was close to cumming. She continued to frustrate the poor guy until he was begging her to let him cum. In the end he told her the identity of the rapist and she eventually got him off and swallowed everything. It was the most disgusting, edgy and riveting piece of writing I have ever seen. I was so engrossed I didn't see when she came back into the study.
"What are you doing?" she asked shrilly, slamming the laptop shut. "That's private!"
"Why didn't you tell me you write?" I asked, turning to face her.
"It wasn't important," she said crossly and folded her arms over her ample bossom.
"But I loved it! It was really exciting and slightly disturbing,"
"Really?" she smiled bashfully and actually blushed. "I think it's too sick. I'm sure people will hate it."
"Yeah but a lot of people will like it too. You can't please everyone."
"Well..." she said, looking down at her bare feet.
"Darling, this will be great. I have a good friend who is an agent for upcoming authors; I'll give him your manuscript and hear what he has to say."
The rest they say is history. Helen Paul became an iconic but highly divisive character which critics hailed as a "fresh take on the classic private eye type" while feminists championed her as the anti-heroine with a heart of gold who had every right to be as debauched as her male counterparts. Meanwhile conservatives screamed that this slutty detective was unrealistic and anti women. However controversy sells. My wife Sandra became a celebrity.
Needless to say the cash started rolling in and my wife became rich. The press started following her around because of her looks and she soon became tabloid fodder. I was thoroughly bemused through all this but I wasn't resentful of her success. I kinda felt proud that I had discovered her. She was so grateful she always made sure to let the world know that I was the one who insisted she publish her work. When her detractors held me responsible for unleashing Helen Paul to the world that's when I knew I was a celebrity too.
My wife was now regularly going for book tours all over the country and was quite busy. Our sex life took a hit but whenever we were together we made the best of it. However our sessions got fewer and far between and I started to get frustrated. I started to let off steam by turning to porn and I discovered I had a fetish for cuckold videos. I didn't really understand why I would get so turned on by it- I guess the thought of my extremely hot wife getting ravished by a better equipped man struck a chord in me although I would never regard myself as the submissive type. In fact I would probably go ballistic if it happened in real life. I guess our greatest fears are also our greatest turn ons. Why do you think acute homophobes end up gay?
I hid the porn from my wife because I didn't want her to feel guilty. She was concerned her tight schedule was affecting our marriage but I assured her we were fine. I got a kick from her gushing to the press how she had such a supportive husband.
