She Didn't Want To

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION.. ALL RELEVANT CHARACTERS ARE OVER 18.

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My name is Jack. I am 38 years old. Ive been married to Eve, 31, for 2 years now. This is my 2nd marriage, her first. I lost my first wife, tragically, 15 years ago. I am 5'8, 140, I look like Lewis Skolnick, You know, the guy on Revenge of the Nerds? Seriously.

I'm not muscular, I'm not a hunk, I'm not gifted downstairs. But for whatever reason, Eve married me. She said I was her "safe option" after failed relationships. Eve, on the other hand is 5'3 110 lbs, wavy brunette hair, green eyes, and wears glasses. By no means a model, she is attractive, I guess her best assets are her 34c boobs and her legs.

That being said, Here's the story of our interesting marriage and lifestyle.

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One year ago.....

"Honey I'm not doing it. I can't even believe you had the nerve to bring it up anyway," Eve exasperatedly said, our argument heating up.

"Just find another job somewhere else."

"Eve, that's the problem. It's not easy finding jobs as a Paleontologist. Whatever they did, I'm forever indebted to them." Pleading with her.

I am a Paleontology professor at the University nearby. After working odd and end type jobs, I finally secured a position in my collegiate field of study.

"How could you even think it would be ok Jack? I'm your wife. I'm a respectable, religious, woman."

"Look," I muttered, throwing my hands up in the air, "I'm not making you do anything. If you shoot it down, fine; I just don't know if i'll ever secure a position like this again. I'm not trying to rehash old memories of yours, but.... Nevermind."

Worried I was about to lose the dream job I always wanted, I sighed and went back into my den, preparing for a different path.

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2 days later......

"You called my father, Jack, really?" I could see the ire in her demeanor. "You know I've distanced myself from him since....." As she looked away, I knew I hit a sore spot.

I tried explaining, "Eve, without him and a few others pulling strings...."

"I know, Jack! I know; You would have never gotten the position," She said, her voice somber. "IF I do this, Jack, their needs to be clear rules." Explaining what those would entail, I stayed silent as she spoke.

"I don't want this either, but I don't know of any other way," resignedly accepting the option, presented to me.

In a voice, unsure of the future, my wife, reluctantly agreed. "When does this start?"

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2 months later.......

Pulling up to our simple 4 bedroom 3 bath home I purchased just outside of town, I noticed several cars parked in our driveway. Aside from Eve's car, in its' normal spot, There was one in my spot, and 2 others parked directly behind. Another car was parked in the dirt area just off the path.

Having no direct neighbors, the agreement, forced upon me, and reluctantly accepted by my wife, made it easier to accomplish.

With the snow falling, I stepped out of my car. As I closed the car door, the front door of my house opened. Walking out, I saw a young black kid, I'd never seen before. I learned later, the "visitors" that were there, were 18 yrs old. Buttoning his pants and putting his coat back on, I proceeded to my door. "'Sup dawg?" he said, nodding in my direction. "You gonna have a long wait. There's like 4 others in there. But man, she a good fuck."

Glumly, I replied, "Yes, I've heard."

Parting ways, I looked up at the window above the garage, where our bedroom sits.

Seeing what looked like a very large black guy, snug between the 2 legs, adorned in black 4" stilettos, sticking up in the air, I knew she'd been busy.

Entering my home, I see 3 young men at my kitchen table playing dominoes, laughing. Looking around the living room, empty water bottles and pop cans were strewn on the floor. The charcuterie board, I saw my wife prepping before I left this morning, was missing a lot of the food she put on it.

Walking to the stairwell, One of the guys stopped me. "Yo' homie, the bitch busy. Wait yo' turn. We next!"

Turning, I said, "I live here. I'm her husband."

Laughing, they continued playing their game.

Putting my bag down, I could faintly hear thumping and bedsprings from upstairs. Sighing, I made the slow walk upstairs.

Reaching the top, I stared at the door at the far end of the hallway, and proceeded to inform Eve of my arrival home. Getting closer, the thumping and creaking was more prominent, as well as the moans and grunts echoing from the bedroom. Seeing the box of 24 condoms she had purchased last night on the table outside our bedroom door, there were several missing. Being 2 pm already, I knew her "visits" started at 9am.

Her appointment book showed 10 different names and times, so for a Tuesday, this was abnormal. I'd soon learn who many of her "visitors" actually were.

As I reached the door, I heard the thumping, now, nonstop. "Oh yes! Fuck me Malcolm! Yes! Yes!Yes!" Her angelic voice, sounding like a. teenager and not a 31 year old woman, resonated with the, obvious, ecstasy she was going through.

Rapping on the door, I announced, "Eve, I'm home."

Hearing the thumping suddenly cease, I heard heavy, laborious breathing, followed by Eve speaking. "I know you didn't want to stop, but my husband just arrived home. We'll continue in just a minute, ok?" Followed by,"Damn, A'ight,"

Waiting for her acknowledgement, I heard Eve speak again. "Jack, please come in the bedroom." It wasn't a question, it was a directive.

Opening the door, I could see our fire place crackling at the far end. With condom wrappers strewn throughout the bedroom, and several used, sodden, pantyhose in the waste basket or on the floor, I stepped inside.

"You're home early, dear." The exhaustion on her barely visible face, was noticeable, with a 250+ lb black guy between her, upturned legs.

Seeing him literally on my wife, and his face still buried in the crook of her neck, Eve lowered her legs and rested them on his lower back. The runs down the inner thighs of her pantyhose partially explained her exhaustive look.

"The weather shut the campus down, so they sent everyone home," I said, not really wanting to be standing there.

"Well I thought I had seen all my guests by noon, but as I was prepping a bath, I got a text, asking if 5 young men from the high school basketball team could pay me a visit. School was also cancelled there, too. One of them, just left."

Nodding I could only say, "Wow."

Her words, becoming impatient, added, "Look, Malcolm and I need to get back to business, so we would appreciate it if you didn't interrupt us, ok?"

Nodding apologetically, I said, "No, No, I'm sorry, I was just letting you know I'm home. I'll be catching up with with lectures I'm prepping, in my den."

With a weary smile on her exhausted face, she said, "Thank you honey, I'll make dinner after these boys leave."

As I started to leave, I heard her whispering something to the young male on top of her, and as I closed the door, a sharp, "Oh gawd yesss!" could be heard. Barely hearing the click of the door shutting, The thumping and creaking resumed its' prior cadence and the moaning revved up again.

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Walking into my den, I put my bag down and tried focusing on my tasks. With the bedroom literally above my head, it was impossible not to avoid. The intermittent yelps from Eve, followed by sensual, "Oh yes baby," told me she was now comfortable keeping my job safe.

About 20 minutes later, the intermittent thumps became incessant. The sensualness of her words, suddenly became more urgent. The grunts of this Malcolm fellow, could be heard, as the breathing became distressed, yet again.

"Ohyes! OhYes!" became the only words said from Eve, for what seemed like 20 minutes, but in reality, was 2 minutes. Hearing her "lover of the moment," reaching his crescendo, the roar of "Ahhhhh fuckk!" billowed through out my home.

Hear the thumping suddenly stop, and a gratifying, "Oh yes, cum for me," I realized this Malcolm, was finished. Seeing one of the boys at my dinner table walk by my den, he was quickly shedding his, sweater and sweats from his body.

Hearing shuffling upstairs, and the door open, I hear at the top of the stairs, "Bruh, for a white bitch, she can fuccckkk. Have fun homie, see you at school tomorrow."

Not 4 minutes after Malcolm left my wife, I hear, "Got the condom on sweetie?" Followed by a shrieking, "Oh Gawd, yes, honey!"

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Around 4:15, the last young man from the high school, had been ploughing Eve for 30 minutes or so. Finally hearing, "Yes! Yes! Yes, Cum for me!" The telltale sign of an orgasm finally occurred. Knowing this was the last person of the day, I closed my laptop and proceeded for the bedroom.

As I was walking up the stairs, the young man, a white kid, and with a smile on his face from ear to ear, said, "Too bad we had to agree not to tell our other homies about her, because i will definitely be making another time with your wife!"

With a forced half-smile, I said, "You're the 4th one who's said that." Standing at the top step, buttoning her dress back up and re clasping her bra, was my exhausted wife. Looking back at Eve, he just shook his head, said, "Damn" and proceeded to leave.

Gingerly walking down the stairs, minus her high heels, she blurted out, "Don't even inquire." With a look that could melt steel, I stayed silent.

Walking into our bedroom, my job was to clean up. Being one of her main rules for her agreeing to this, was that I do this. Seeing the room, I groaned. "Good Gawd." Seeing 9 condom wrappers just lying on the ground, I picked them up, and deposited them in the waste basket by the bed. Seeing several used, filled condoms, also, in there, as well as 3 sodden, ruined pair of pantyhose, I pushed everything into the trash. Removing the trash bag, I tied it and placed it on the ground. Removing the linens, I combined them with the 2 other used sets off the beds edge. Taking everything downstairs after remaking our bed, I began a washing of the linens.

Entering the kitchen, I saw my wife on her cell phone. While stirring the food she ended the call.

"You're going to have to clean the kitchen tonight, I need to eat now," she said, a sense of dissension in her voice. "My father will be over by 7. You'll have to sleep in the guest bedroom tonight."

Hearing that, I rebutted, "I thought he only comes on Wednesday and Friday nights."

With a look of annoyance, Eve said, "You wanted this, Jack."

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Sitting in my den and finishing my lecture for tomorrow, the door bell rang. Getting up to answer it, I knew what was coming. Opening the door, stood my wife's 55 year old father.

"Hey Jack!" He said, showing himself in, "My daughter upstairs?"

"Yes, she's getting ready, she told me to tell you." The displeased look, appearing on my face.

"So, The class, how's it going?" He queried, Nonchalantly, trying to have a conversation. Before I could answer, we hear high heels click clacking on the landing upstairs.

Looking to our left, and up, there she stood.

Her veil on her head, lace, ballroom gloves on her arms, 4" white stilettos, and the wedding dress she wore on our wedding day.

"Good Gawd," I heard, his growing hardon going unnoticed.

Reaching down and pulling her gown up, over her waist, a pair of tan thigh highs highlighted her amazing legs, and a garter belt around her slim waist with the 4 straps holding each stocking taut. Seeing a light blue garter around her thigh, a white choker around neck, and her wedding ring on her finger, looking down with her eyes narrowing, she pointedly said, "Father."

Knowing the details of their past relationship and the prior estrangement of their relationship,, She turned around, and walked back to our bedroom.

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Barely sitting in my den, I heard the bedsprings starting to loosen up. Going from several 18 yr old high school boys earlier today, to her, now, 55 father, this turned out to be a difficult night for her.

Sitting at my desk, the headboard started rapping the wall. A chorus of Unh! Oh! Unh! Oh!" filtered through the walls for a few minutes.

Soon picking up the pace, it became more and more hectic. The gasps, turned into desperate cries of ecstasy. Knowing, of all people on her "client list" and that her father would be on it, gave her self reservation before even reluctantly agreeing to this. Being almost 260 lbs., he's the primary reason for the position I have now. Going behind her back, he made the calls, and pulled the right strings, to get even get me an interview.

Not expecting him over tonight, I had to go upstairs and grab a few things as I was sleeping in the guest room.

Walking up to our bedroom, The mating sounds were prevalent. "Ahhh! Agh Ahh! Fuck baby! Open those legs, Eve!"

Knocking on the door, and expecting her usual acknowledgement, there was none.

"Oh yes! Yes daddy! Yes da...daddy!" echoed in the halls.

Opening the bedroom door, i walked in.

See the two of them, on our marital bed, rutting like animals, I walked to the bathroom to get a few things.

"Oh yes! Oh daddy, Yes! Oh Yes!" The constant chant, usually the theme when he comes over, was deafening.

Seeing her legs pointing up to the ceiling and her white pumps dangling off her feet. She was in sheer ecstasy. Seeing her head resting on the pillow, with her hair splayed across it, and her knees touching each side of the pillow, from her father's shoulders pushing her legs back, I wanted to quit my job, right there. But trying to quit after her first week of this new normal, she told me I wasn't quitting.

"You wanted this fucking job, you're staying in it!" She said, one night after seeing how exhausted she was.

With the violent pumping in her bruised, sore cunt, her veil was cockeyed on her head. Her nails, digging into his shoulders, was her way of hurting the son-of-a-bitch who took her virginity, violently, in her Senior year of high school. Seeing a portion of her wedding gown, off the side of the bed, her tits, were being smooshed, from the missionary position they were currently in.

"Oh yes, Fuck it! Fuck me!" The incestuous dealing, just around the corner from the bathroom, proceeded. Seeing the fireplace in our bedroom, burning, the snowflakes outside, innocently landed on the window.

Coming out, My wife's were staring at me. Every thrust in her, eliciting "Oh yes!", The look in her face, that of absolute, sheer exhaustion, yet, seemingly satisfied, I saw the absolute disgust of the large man bouncing off of her. Not aware of my presence in the bedroom, Dean kept pounding away at his daughter.

Heading for the door, I opened it. Looking back, my wife's eyes were stuck on me. Seeing the distraught look on her face looking over her father's right shoulder, I closed the door behind me.

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Chapter 2 is in the works.