1 - Talking
I heard the door open and close very quickly, followed by the locks clicking. I stayed in the kitchen a second, waiting for her but she didn't come. I moved to the hallway and found her standing, leaning against the door behind her, eyes closed, her hands by her hips pushed against the door. I didn't say anything, I just stood and looked at my amazing wife. She was still in the Barbie doll, porn star, outfit that she left in earlier today. However right now the skirt was high enough that I could see her pussy.
It was so mind blowing that she wasn't trying to pull it down to maintain her decency, she must have known that she was displaying herself. I saw her body shiver and even with her eyes tightly closed I saw a tear roll down her cheek. I ran to her, grabbing her tight, pulling her from the door and held her as she sobbed. I didn't say anything, I didn't need to, my actions said everything.
I felt her arms move around my own body in the embrace. I realised that I felt something in the hand and I instantly knew it was the condom from him. Jacob's cum filled condom was in her hand, now pushed against my back. My mind screamed NOOOOOO but I needed to be strong here, so I said and did nothing.
When she'd calmed down a little, we both walked into the living space and sat down. Even though it was the middle of the night, neither of us wanted to sleep. I certainly needed to know that she was ok and to talk through all my escape plans for us. As soon as she sat down, she immediately went to take off her high heels. I noticed her put the used condom on the table next to us. She did it without a thought and continued to take her shoes off. In my mind it was glowing red with a huge arrow pointing at it, it was utterly disgusting and right there in my line of sight. I had to use all my willpower to not fling it across the room, instead putting my attention back to my wife.
In lifting her foot to take off each shoe, she casually let her legs open wide and gave me a view of a well used pussy. It looked different, I wanted to know more but knew now wasn't the time. I had a hard time tearing my eyes away from it, but managed to before I got caught. Her pussy, the condom, but I had to look at her face.
Once she'd settled enough I jumped up to make her a cuppa, looking back at her as the tea brewed. Her head was in her hands, but she wasn't crying this time. It was time for me to say something, "Emily love, I hope you're ok. You can tell me everything, anything or nothing, when you're ready. I just want to know that you're not hurt."
She lowered her hands and looked up at me, she simply nodded and tried a smile. Her eyes were puffy from the crying, I'd never seen her like this before, it broke my heart. Bringing the cup over I sat next to her and took her free hand. "So you're not hurt?"
Emily sighed and put her bare feet on the coffee table, something she always yelled at me for doing. It was a bit surprising, she was letting her propriety slide in order to gain some relief and relaxation from her hard day. "I'm, I'm, ok."
I breathed a sigh of relief and tried to smile at her. I had thousands of other questions and was using all my willpower to hold them back. She knew me well, and tried to help me. "Oh god Chris, it was awful," and she took a big deep breath before, "You saw just then. It was like that."
I nodded, though I wasn't completely clear of where she was going, but I left her to tell the story in her way. I'd work it out. It was the least I could do.
"They just fuck you." Even her using the world fuck, was unusual. It told me that she was obviously in a different place now, something had changed. "It's like a cattle market, one after the other." She held my gaze a moment before, "They are all sorts of men, all so different." I nodded, that I understood. She sounded disgusting, calling herself a collection of holes, but I got it. I squeezed her hand as she continued.
She bowed her head, "They're all so different down there." She nodded at my crotch. I was shocked, it felt like a strange thing to admit and it was obvious wasn't it? She continued, "I never knew."
"What, that cocks are different?" As soon as I'd blurted it out I realised my mistake. Her head shot up, anger in her eyes.
"Yes, I've only ever had yours. I didn't know." She was cross at my stupidity. I got it. Fuck she was right, I nodded and tried a smile and a "Sorry love".
She re-bowed her head, there was silence for a while. I didn't know how to start the conversation up again. The silence killing me, I jumped to humor, "But mine is still the best," not sure if this was a good gamble.
Her head rose and she had a smirk, "Yes dear," deadpan. Then instantly her face changed and the fun and humor was lost, "Some were huge, Chris." Her head bowed again, she didn't want to see my reaction.
I sucked in a deep breath, I felt my heart miss a beat as the realisation of what she just said crept in. I squeezed her hand, "Oh god, I'm sorry love. Are you ok down there?" using her own words back at her.
I saw her nod her head and she repeated, "Some were huge, Chris."
I wanted to ask her, 'What the fuck?' as I was now cross, but somehow I think I read something different in her admission. "So you..." I almost didn't want to say it, lowering my voice to a whisper, "... liked it a little?"
My wifes bowed head bobbed and there was a sob, a clear admission of guilt. I couldn't believe it, I didn't understand. What did she say earlier, 'It was awful' but now she says she liked it? More confusion as she whispered, "I didn't like it," her head still down, "My body, oh God Chris, I'm soo sorry."
I reached in for another hug, "It's ok love, I'll understand. Explain it if you want to." I didn't understand and I had so many questions.
With her head mashed into my shoulder, she mumbled, "I couldn't help it, sometimes my body did."
Was she saying that she did like it? She liked those men fucking her?
My mind exploded as I replayed her words in my head, 'my body did'. I could find solace in that, a woman's pussy was made to make her feel good when it was penetrated. So at some point it made sense that she would maybe enjoy it. "It's ok, love." I felt like a parrot repeating myself but it was what she needed to hear.
I took a punt and, reaching over to her bare feet, I slid them to my lap. Smiling at her I proceeded to give them a slow and deep massage. Her soft moans let me know she enjoyed and actually probably needed this type of relief and attention more than anything else. We exchanged a gaze and a moment of silence as our love for each other radiated. I actually felt good for the first time since this nightmare started.
It felt like the right moment to ask her about the others there, "Do the other women? You know, like it too?"
She pulled away from me and lifted her head. Shit, I shouldn't have asked that. Had I gone too far? I was surprised at her answer, "Sometimes, yes. Jasmine tried to explain to me that just like a normal job there are some tasks that are ok and some are horrible." God she was even talking about one of the other whores like she'd known them for years and that they were friends. "She said that sometimes even when the men are rough, it's more exciting."
That shocked me, "Was anyone rough with you?"
She nodded. I asked the next inevitable question, "Did you like that one?"
She scrunched up her nose, "I dunno." Then quickly she covered her mouth, "Oh God Chris, sorry."
That made me laugh. I couldn't help myself. This entire conversation was absurd but the way she tried to apologise was simply cute. She giggled back at me. It was what we needed at that moment. We quickly stopped the short laugh, very aware of how ridiculous this whole situation was. It all made me love her even more so I told her, "God Emily. I love you so much."
This time she reached for and grabbed me, "Oh yes Chris, me too."
We both hugged and had a quiet moment. Somehow this was making it all feel ok. I don't pretend to understand how or why, but it was. We quickly realised that it was nearly 2:30 am and were both suddenly tired. Emily had a quick bowl of cereal, a shower and we were both ready to sleep. We didn't make love, that would have been too strange, but we both fell asleep feeling very much in love and aware that whatever tomorrow would bring, we'd work it out.
2 - Morning, Day 2
I woke up before her and quietly managed to get out of bed and sorted my work out, telling them that I was feeling better but not 100 %. They said 'see you tomorrow' and I'd stupidly agreed. So tomorrow, Friday, I was expected back in work. Something else that we'd deal with later.
It was about 8 am when I heard the letterbox go. Way too early for the postman, it turned out to be a large brown stuffed envelope, with nothing written on it. I opened it in the kitchen and quickly counted the twenties in it. There were exactly five grand here. I put it down on the table and sat looking at it. Quickly doing the math, at fifty quid a pop that meant 100 fucks. We hadn't gotten to the details of the number or payment last night, but this was bonkers. There's no way my wife fucked 100 men yesterday. Was there?
I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard her, "What's that?" I looked up to see her padding into the kitchen, still in her nighty, bed hair everywhere, she'd obviously just woken up. I didn't know what to answer, as I'd only just open it and hadn't worked it all out yet.
She grabbed a chair and sat at the table in front of me, "Wow, that's a lot of cash." She looked at the envelope.
"Yer it's five k."
