14 comments/ 37634 views/ 5 favorites Descent into Adultery and S/M By: Fran26 My thanks to Bron Zeage for his patience advices and correction of this story Merci Monsieur This is a three part story Descent into Adultery and S/M Part one of three. chapter. one. and two GOOD WIFE WILLINGLY BECOMES A SLUT She finds as she progresses that she is a Masochist, not just a slut chapter one. First indiscretion and wrestles with her conscience. As told to me by my friend Beatrice (Bea). She is now one of Marge's sluts. Fortunately, I know her husband Regis (Reg), I have his side of the story. BEA'S SIDE. I sat on the floor next to the bed as Regis picked up his suitcases. "You ask me why? Bea, not only did you take on a lover, you had the gall to want me to join in a threesome with you and him. Worse than that, you tell me that you will continue being a slut for him and this new Mistress. It is a need that you now have. You have come to crave pain with the se, you are a Masochist. I am leaving again for a week. You will be out of this house by the time I come back he commended I did not marry a slut and won't stay married to one." How things had gotten to this state is a story of my own stupidity, uncontrolled lust and I have to admit, probably egotistical sexual pleasures. Most of all my discovery that I have a slutty and masochistic personality and giving in to this side of myself. MY DOWNFALL BEGINS I have been married to Regis for six years. No kids. I have never strayed on him before a fit of insanity, happened three years ago. This was to change my life. Reg's company took over two smaller ones. A big reorganization followed, with a big promotion for Reg. The down side was he had to travel out of town a lot and for fairly long periods at a time. I missed him a lot. He never travelled much before, just a few days here and there and then no more than a few times a year. Now, he was gone for weeks on end. The solitude and lack of sex became a burden. I even resorted to swallowing my pride and visited a sex shop where I bought a dildo and two vibrators to relieve the pressure. The vibrators were for my pussy and the dildo for my ass. I liked Regis to take me there, sometimes. This helped but not completely. I was at my sister's for a patio party on a Saturday. Reg. was out of town and not due back till the middle of the next week. A friend and business associate of my brother was there. He was cute, sexy and charming. His name was Jonathan. We flirted lightly. I realised that it was a mistake, but I enjoyed the game and I was a little horny. This disturbed me, but I did not stop the game. " Later, I was coming out of the bathroom and he was in the hall. I let him take me in his arms and hug me. We kissed and I rubbed myself against him enough to tell he was big and hard I was Het and my panties were. My sister surprised us and we separated fast. "Bea, you are a fool. Some other guest could have walked in on you. If you want to do him, go to his hotel, where there is no chance of being surprised in the act. He has to go back home tomorrow so you won't have to see him again.There is also a Motel, the one on Canal Road. Pay cash, so no credit card bills. Park your car at the 24 hour shopping center across the road no one can see it at the motel" Jonathan had made a quick exit back to the patio. He did not know my sister well and maybe was a bit afraid of her reactions. "You seem to talk from experience, Diane." "Don't worry. I will not tell. After all,I am your sister. We must stick together," She answered Someone else came to the bathroom, we had to end the conversation. This reassured me. At least my indiscretion was safe with her and I could depend on her help if I decided to have strange cock. It was fun to flirt and touch a man other than my husband and to feel his big cock on my belly. But, I was not about to cheat on Regis. I went back to the patio. Jonathan came to me. "Was your sister mad?" "No. She took it well better than I would have thought, but we should cool it. I am married and others may see us and talk. A few here know my husband quite well." "I am married too, but that does not mean that I would pass an opportunity to spend an evening or better, a night, in bed with you. You could join me at my hotel later." "No Jonathan, I am sorry if I sent the wrong signals." He gave me his hotel room and cell numbers. In case I changed my mind he said. I was very tempted, a lot more than I would have expected. I decided to go home not long after that. I had to use all my willpower not to get dressed and go to his hotel. I resisted and used my vibrators to get myself down enough to sleep. I kept imagining and fantasizing about what it would be like to have Jonathan's big cock in me. I had conflicting feelings. I was proud and happy that I had not succumbed and cheated on my husband, but also a bit sorry I let slip an opportunity to have a strange cock for the first time in over six years. In college, I was not a slut, but, I had a few experiences, including one D/P and my ass was never off limits. I gave blow jobs, but not deep throats or cum swallowing.. Sunday, my sister called. "Bea, I am alone. Raymond is out playing pool, we can talk." "Sure, I was just relaxing with a book." "Did you go and join Jonathan, yesterday?" "No, but I was tempted a lot. I nearly burnt out my two vibrators, one in each hole, before I calmed down." "What you need, Bea, is a man with a big cock and a controlling streak to make the slut in you come out. You would be a lot happier." "Come on, Diane. I am not about to become a cheater, much less a slut for someone." "Ok, but if you ever decide to try the dark side, as it were, let me know." "You worry me, Diane. You seemed to know a lot about the Canal Road Motel." "That is my secret. Maybe someday I will tell you more," After some small talk we hung up. Her conversation stayed in my mind. That and my letting another man pet, hug and kiss me the day before to say nothing of the fact that I had come to within an inch of giving in to my lust and join him at his hotel. I did not understand my feelings. I had never had the hots like that for another man since my marriage. Of course, like all woman, I sometimes fantasize about men. You see someone and have a moment of curiosity but nothing like this horniness. I could not really get rid of it. A good thing Jonathan had left town this morning, or I might have given in to temptation. I craved a cock in me, any cock. I was scared and did not understand what was happening to me. I began to rationalise. I was not used to being away from Regis for more than a few days. This was probably just a passing mood it would all go away when Reg. came back and made love to me. In the meantime I would concentrate on other things, like house cleaning and my job. No way would I make my husband a cuckold and risk my marriage. I loved him too much to risk losing him. Another part of me was thinking that I had wasted a great opportunity to satisfy my need. After all, Jonathan was from out of town. There was no danger of a long term affair and getting caught up in it. It would have been a one night stand without consequences on my marriage or chances of repeats. What harm would a one time deal have done? It would have been a good satisfaction for me. Regis would never have found out. This line of thought worried me. I did not understand any of this. I was a nervous wreck even at work until Wednesday, when Regis arrived home. That night he made love to me and I fucked him in return. It seemed I could not get enough of his cock. "You are a real animal tonight Bea." "Now you know how much I miss and love you." "I always knew." With that he kissed me held me tight and we fell asleep after some coddling and caressing. I was for the first time since my marriage, not fully satisfied. This made no sense to me. I had never before felt unsatisfied after making love to Regis. I fell asleep fantasizing and dreamt about getting fucked by big cocks in all my holes. In the morning, I was shaken up. I knew for sure I loved Regis and only him. I had no intention of turning into a cheater. It was probably a case of stress at work and nervousness. I would make an appointment with my doctor to get him to prescribe some tranquilisers, if possible. This would surely get me back on the right track. I saw my doctor on the Friday I just told him I was nervous and tired. He prescribed more rest and tranquilisers. I neglected to do the most important thing I should have done wich was talk openly and frankly about my feelings with Regis. On Sunday, we decided to spend a quiet evening at home. Regis went to rent two movies, one action film for him and a more erotic one for me. "This is European, Bea. It should be right up your alley." It was not porno, but close. There were a few quite erotic scenes. In one particular scene the woman took two big cocks. If it was not hard core it was close to it. The sex was hot and intense that night. We not only made love, but fucked hard. I kept imagining myself in the actress's place being fucked hard by two men. "Reg. I think that seeing women get well fucked got you all hot." "You were no slouch yourself, Bea." "Maybe you would like to see it in real live." "Never thought about that." "Maybe you would like it more if it was me being fucked." We laughed some as I went down on him. "Bea, you sometimes have the craziest ideas. I bet you are hot enough to take on two cocks at a time. Get me hard. I want to fuck your ass. I have not done it in a while." I needed my ass fucked. Maybe this was what I needed to get all those crazy ideas about strange cocks out of my head. He fucked my ass gently after he came and collapse on top of me. "You think that I am hot enough to take on two cocks at once, Reg? It is quite a compliment on my libido." "You are hot enough, I am sure. You would be hotter than that actress. It was as you say a compliment to your skills in bed, not something I would ask you to do." After that laying in his arms, the conversation kept turning in my head. He had certainly not risen any big objections to my being fucked by two cocks. Would it be him and another, or two strange ones, while he watched? I wanted to ask him to clarify this in the morning, but I never did. I left it at that. I misinterpreted the conversation, to my great regrets. I could not get the fantasies of my head of being taken by men with big cocks. Finally, on Monday, I could not help it. I had to talk to someone. I stopped at my sister's on the way home from work, and told her everything. After all, she is a clinical psychologist. "Bea, you got it bad. This happens to many married women at different times. In your case you are not used to Regis being away so much." "But Diane, I love Regis and I surely don't want to start cheating on him." "I know but sooner or later you will have to do something to take care of that itch. The best thing, if you don't want an affair, is someone from out of town for a good one time fucking. Most of the time, that takes care of that itch, and once is not a habit, Bea." "I don't even want to do it once, Diane. Maybe I am afraid that if I step across the line once, it will become a habit" "Bea, I will be frank with you. There are lots of women who step across the line once in a while. Perhaps not as many as men, but there are more and more. There is no reason for a woman to suffer from a lack of sex if hubby is weak in that area or away too much, as long as it is kept discreet and under control. The best ways to do it is guy from out of town or a married lover that will also be discreet." "Is that what you recommend to your patients, go and get fucked?" "No, I help them understand their needs. You are my sister. I can be more direct. Besides, if you reported the conversation with Regis correctly, he pretty well gave you carte blanche to do it and probably with him joining in. He said you would be hotter that the actress in the movie doing two guys at once" "How about you, Diane? Do you step across the line?" "Yes, I practice what I preach. I don't suffer from lack of sex when Hubby is out of town. I am careful and chose my fuck buddies with care. That is how I know about the Canal Motel. I am not a slut and it is not a regular thing, but when the need is there, I take care of it" "I still don't want to go that route, but thanks for at least listening it helped I think." It had not helped. To the contrary, she had pretty directly encouraged me to cheat on Regis. I had the hots more and more to be taken and fucked hard by a big cock, not made love to. Regis noticed something was on my mind during the evening. Again, I missed my chance to have a frank discussion with him. I told him there was a new computer system installed at work and it was giving us problems and I was tired. It was not a lie. He was leaving again the next morning. FIRST INDISCRETION Descent into Adultery and S/M chapter two of five Again, I missed my chance to have a frank discussion with him. I told him there was a new computer system installed at work and it was giving us problems and I was tired. It was not a lie. He was leaving again the next morning FIRST INDISCRETION On Wednesday, the company that installed the new computer system sent an expert to finish setting it up and eliminate the bugs. He was nice looking, tall and a smile to melt an iceberg. It was my responsibility to deal with him. His name was Andre By lunch time he took every opportunity to lean on me with an arm around my shoulders and run a hand down my back to my ass. I did not object. I rather liked it and it made me a little horny. We had lunch together with other staff members. After lunch, I bent over a terminal to show him something. He ran a hand up the back of my leg. Before I fully realised, I spread my legs a bit to give him more access. I was getting hornier, even wet. At five o'clock, he realised that he would need a few hours the next day to finish the job. "Bea, I planned on finishing today. I have no hotel reservation. Do you know of a good hotel not too far from here? I did not rent a car. I came by cab from the airport." Before I had time to think this out, something overtook me. "Andre, I don't know much about the hotels, but we have a spare room at home. My husband is away on business, another advantage. Ride with me, no need for a cab." What had I just done? Was I insane, inviting a man I did not know to sleep in my house when my husband was not there? I immediately regretted my stupidity but it was too late to go back. Andre held his small suitcase. "Lead the way. I really appreciate the favour, Bea." "Don't count on to any more favours. My spare room is all you get." I wanted to make it clear to him having me in his bed was not in the cards. I was not to keep those good intentions." We stopped at a good restaurant for dinner and a few drinks. We then went to a little bar I knew where a nice band played I went there often with Regis.Wen we danced I let him hold me close and put his hands on my ass. I ran my lips and tongue on his neck. I let him kiss me and kissed him back. I was getting more and more aroused. It was getting late and we left. "Bea, it is too bad my only favour will be the spare room." "If you are a nice boy, you may get a visitor to help you get to sleep. After a nice shower." This came out without my thinking. I knew I would probably let him have me. It was not the drinks, I did not have that much. At home, I made a drink for him and went to prepare the spare room. For some strange reason, I took the tube of K-Y from the main bedroom and put it in the small commode in the spare room. I then made sure all was ready in the second bathroom. "Andre the spare bathroom is ready for you. I will use the main one and see you later." Before my shower, I verified I was well shaved and gave myself a quick enema. I used my best perfume and wondered what to wear. I decided that just a short bathrobe would suffice I was really horny by that time. On my way to the spare room, I realised that I had not had a thought about Regis since the dinner. This shocked me. Again, I wondered what was wrong with me. I was about to commit adultery and in my own house. At least it was not in the marital bed. I had a few seconds wrestling with my conscience. Common sense almost won. I even turned around and went back to my bedroom for a few minutes, but in the end, lust won the day. I went back to the spare room and knocked on the door. "Are you decent Andre?" "No but I am covered with a blanket." I walked in and removed the bathrobe. I slipped in bed next to him and caressed his cock. He was not much longer or thicker than Regis. I hoped enough to make a difference. Andre sucked and bit all over my tits and nipples. His hand went to my cunt and he slipped two fingers in my crack. My hips were moving on their own, humping hard againts his hand. "Fuck me, Andre. Fuck me hard. Take me any way you want." I took his cock in my hand and guided him to my slit. I could not wait any longer.I needed him in me. I had my first orgasm when he penetrated me. I wrapped my legs and arms around him and pulled to get him as deep as possible. It did not take long. After a few strokes, I had another orgasm, Andre took my legs and put them over his shoulders and fucked me hard. I don't know how many orgasms I had, but my vaginal walls squeezed him hard. I finally felt his cock twitched and he filled me with his hot cum. I had an extreme orgasm and fell back. He fell on top of me. This was not the first time I had multiple orgasms, but never to this extent. "Andre, I need to relax a bit, but I want you in my mouth." Andre pulled out of me and I felt empty. He straddled me with his knees on each side of my shoulder and took my head in his hands. He lifted my mouth to his cock. I took it eagerly and licked and sucked with gusto. Andre humped my mouth slowly with short little strokes. This drove me crazy. Regis never moved when I gave him head. He just laid on his back and let me work. Andre was telling me how good this was mixed with his grunts of pleasure. I sucked harder he lifted my head more and his cock twitched. I was not in the habit of swallowing but he held my head I did not have a choice. I sucked harder and when his load came, I did my best to swallow. I was surprised at how good he tasted, a bit like popcorn. I sucked till he was dry and soft. We relaxed and recuperated for a while. I got him hard again using my mouth and hands. I licked his balls and all along his cock. He played in my cunt with his fingers and give little slaps on my ass. "You have a really good mouth Bea I could let you suck all night." "I would like to suck that cock all night, but first I need my ass fucked. After that, I will suck your cock till morning if you want. It will be my pleasure." I reached in the commode's drawer and handed him the tube of KY. I got on my knees with my head on the pillow, He worked a good amount of lube in my back hole and kissed and bit all over my ass. He got on his knees behind me and gave my ass a moderate spanking which I enjoyed, to my surprise. I had never been spanked before. As soon as I felt the head of his cock against my hole, I was so horny, I pushed back hard. This was real grunting, screaming, fucking. It was hard, almost violent. Andre took a handful of my hair and pulled hard as he gave my ass great long hard strokes. I had great screaming orgasms. I had never had my ass fucked that way. I enjoyed it and came again and again. Finally, Andre pulled my hair with two hands give a very hard stroke which I met by pushing back. He filled my ass with his juice and he collapsed on me. I could feel his cum and my own juices leaking out of me on to the bed. We needed some time before we got our breath back. Descent into Adultery and S/M Ch. 02 Again Thanks to Bron Zeage got Editing this Merci monsieur Fran. * Descent into Adultery and S/M Final Regis finally smells a rat. For the rest of the week, I tried to come to grips with my feelings. I did not understand at all what had got into me. Not only had I cheated with Marcel multiple times, I submitted to punishment and a gang bang to please a mistress I hardly knew. Of course, I enjoyed the sex and humiliation, to say nothing of the pain. I realized I wanted more of the same. Marcel was now just a cock to be enjoyed, but Mistress Marge was something else. I would submit to her. There was only one question in my mind. Why? This part I did not understand. This was insane. I loved my husband but I would never again be sexually satisfied by him or Marcel. I could enjoy the sex with them, but real satisfaction would only come from submitting and pleasing Mistress Marge. I only spent one evening with her. It made no sense. I tried to muster the courage to end this madness, but I knew that I would be at the bar where Mistress Marge waited for me at the appointed time of nine P.M. Friday. Regis noticed something. He asked a few times if I was okay during our daily phone conversations. Instead of opening up to him, I just assured him I was missing him a lot and lonely. Nothing else was wrong. Friday, I was on pins and needles all day. I was impatient for work to end. I went straight home to give myself a good enema. I shaved completely and took a bath. I wanted to be clean inside and out. I chose a dress that fitted snugly, heels which showed my legs to advantage and took great care with my make-up. My cell rang. "Bea, this is Mistress. If you accept, take a cab I will drive you back home. Remember no underclothes. Be here by nine no later!" She cut the connection before I said a word. It had been a command, not a request. As I was getting ready to leave, something came to mind. Mistress Marge said the she lived temporarily with one of her sluts. One, who was very special to her, especially, since the break-up of her marriage. Diane, my sister, told me Marge was living with her sister. Was Marge's own sister one of her sluts? I decided it was better if I did not ask. Regis called at around seven. He had bad news. He would not be back for another week or week and a half. This really pissed me off for some reason. I left to meet Mistress Marge with no hesitations this time. Regis should not have abandoned me for so long. He could have flown in for the week-end and gone back. I was there early. I went in through the main door. I was intercepted by the doorman. "Miss, this is a semi private club. Do you have an invitation?" I was taken a-back for a second. "I am here to meet Mistress Marge." He instructed a waitress to lead me to her table. "I see you decided to be my bitch slut. Sit!" She pointed to a chair next to her. "Yes, Mistress Marge. I have decided to be yours, if you accept me." "In a little while I will go upstairs. If you come with me you will belong to me and only me. Your husband and Marcel will be toys I grant you to play with, but your first duty and obedience will be to me and me only at all times. If I want to play and Marcel wants you, you will come to me. I may also want you when your husband is at home. You will find a way to come." "Yes, Mistress. I understand." "I will always make sure you are not harmed, but you will be used hard and there will be pain/pleasure for you. I will decide what is done to you and what you are required to do." "I have considered all of that in the last week, Mistress. I am yours." "I owe Marcel for finding such a good slut as yourself. I therefore grant you permission to give him anything he wants. I have told you that before." "Yes, Mistress. You did. In the future, I will grant all his wishes, if it pleases you." "It pleases me. Your sister Diane is the first one that talked to me about you. You will pay her back by pleasing her too." This was a little harder to digest. This would be incest. I hesitated. "Are you having second thoughts, slut?" "No, Mistress. I will let Diane have her pleasure with me, if it is your wish." "We have ten minutes before we are due to go upstairs. It is your last chance to walk out. Don't say a word until then, reflect" When the ten minutes were up, she took a collar and a leash from her purse, I bent to let her collar me. "I will give you what you crave slut and you will not only love it, but beg for more. You are mine from this moment on. I will use you for my pleasure and I am sure yours too." Upstairs, I was commanded to undress. Clamps were fitted to my nipples and pussy lips. I was made to wait on my knees while Mistress went and changed. She came back dressed in leather boots and a corset that pushed her breasts up. She had a flogger in her hands "On all fours, bitch." She pulled my leash and whipped my ass and thighs with the flogger telling me to move faster, as she led me into another room On entering the room, I noticed that there were spectators, mostly men. I was taken to the stage and made to kneel on top of a small bench, about three feet square. My ankles were strapped to it to spread my legs well and my wrists were tied to a bar wich hung on ropes from the ceiling. It was like being on all fours, except my wrists were tied to this bar. The clamps were removed from my breasts and pussy. Mistress took an electric wand from a table and used it to make me jerk and yell. It was from the pain at first and the pleasure after a while. Another Mistress or maybe a slave joined her with a flogger and whipped my ass and breasts. Mistress put the wand aside and I felt my pussy being clamped, again. The other mistress took a rope and tied my breasts together. Fairly heavy weights were attached to the rope around my breasts and the clamps on my pussy. Mistress proceeded to whip me hard with the flogger while her helper used a crop on my thighs and legs. I was screaming, asking for mercy one second and more the next. When the whipping stopped, both Mistresses slipped on harnesses with big dongs sticking from them. A liberal amount of lube was inserted into me and they both took my ass in turn. I had a few hard orgasms. I screamed with the pleasure. The weights attached to my breasts and cunt pulled and stretched, increasing my pleasure with the pain, as my ass was fucked. The clamps and rope were removed and I was allowed to rest some minutes but not untied. The men were allowed to fuck me to their pleasure and mine, as well. I wanted to be fucked hard. I was fucked in all my holes until I could no longer cum and hung in my restrains. Mistress helped me to another room and after a shower, let me rest on a bed. She took me home, where we spent the rest of the night and the next morning making out. Before she left, she said was leaving town on business for two weeks. I would miss her. There was still a week and a half before Regis was due back. During the next week I spent four nights with Marcel. I would go home at lunch to get the clothes I would need for the next day. I stayed at Marcel's apartment all night and left for work the next morning. Twice, he invited a friend and we had threesomes. I had told Marcel that our first threesome would be with my husband, but I was pissed at Regis for staying away another week and a half. Also, Mistress Marge commanded me to please Marcel, to show her gratitude to him. I took Regis's calls there, sometimes with Marcel fumbling me. It was hard to be natural. I have no idea how Regis did not notice my occasional little moan or sharp intake of breath. I was learning new tricks. Marcel taught me how to use my throat muscles to milk a man. His friend Harry and Mistress Marge taught me to control my vaginal and back hole muscles. I would give Regis pleasures he did not even suspect. REGIS NOTICES AND SMELLS A RAT His side: For the last couple of weeks I had noticed a change in Bea on the phone, her explanation that she missed me and was lonely did not do it. In the last week she had seemed nervous and distant. I had to carry most of the conversations. In the last week and a half, in particular, I realised she was not at home during our daily calls. One gets used to the background sounds of a house, music TV and echo. Lately the background noises were different. I had also noticed some half smothered moans and sharp breaths. I could sense that she was not alone. I knew she sometimes played with her vibrators, but never when on the phone and when she did, was a lot noisier. I decided that trying to question her on the phone would only get me denials and give her a heads-up as to my suspicions and give her a chance to better hide her activities. I have an old army buddy, Jim, who runs a private security firm in town. I reached him at home and explained my suspicions. I downloaded to him a few pictures of Bea I had in my laptop. He was not generally into that type of investigation, but as a favour to me, he agreed to see what he could find out. I would see him on my return and see what he had dug up. It would cost but I was not going to be someone's fool. When I got home on the Tuesday, Bea seemed to be in heaven. She was so happy to have me back. She could hardly let me relax and have a shower before getting me in bed. Good thing I had slept most of the trip on the plane First class has certain advantages. She was a lot hornier than her usual self. She was never a cold fish, but this was something I had never seen in her. As soon as I was in her, she wrapped her legs and arms around me and gyrated her hips trying to get me deeper. Her vaginal muscles masturbated me, squeezing, releasing, and squeezing again. I did not know a woman could do this. It was new for her. Before her muscles only tightened when she orgasm. I could not help wondering where she had learned this trick. She screamed at me to fuck her harder and faster. This was also new. She was vocal before but not this much and she seemed to want more and more. She had a big screaming orgasm. Her muscles squeezed so hard I was afraid to get stuck. I came too and she milked me dry with her vaginal muscles, again a new trick for her. After we recovered, she pushed me off her and went down on me, another surprise. She sucked hard and then took me all in her throat, something she had never done before. When I was about ready to come I warned her as was our habit, so she could take my load on her tits. To my surprise, she pushed herself more to take me deeper. She milked me dry with her throat muscles and swallowed all my cum. I was shocked, but not disappointed. I had never had a blow job like that from her, or any other woman before. "Did you like that so far?" "Sure, where did you learn all that?" "I went on the internet and read how to do it. Then, I practiced with my vibrators and dildo." I was not so sure it came from reading on the net, but did not say a word. "Regis after we relax a bit I will get you hard again. I want my ass fucked hard." "Her ass fucked hard" was a surprise. She always wanted me to be slow and gentle in her ass before. She went down on me again until I got good and hard, again. She got on her knees, gave me the tube of K-Y and spread her ass with her hands. "I would like to be spanked before you fuck my ass Regis." This was a surprise again. I was not really into that, but I obliged with fairly gentle slaps. To my shock, she kept moaning and asking me to slap her harder and faster. I am sure I came short of her desire there. I was not really into it, but I did slap harder and faster. I was surprised at how easy my cock penetrated her. As soon as I was in, she started to move her hips and working her sphincter around my cock. The sensation was intense and really getting me hot. Bea moaned and yelled with pleasure, begging me to fuck her faster and harder and go deeper. She demanded I squeeze her clit and pull on it hard. She wanted to feel some pain. I tried, but I am sure I was short of her expectations, again. I finally came hard and filled her ass with cum. She had an orgasm at the same time I did. After we relaxed, I had the distinct sensation she wanted more but I was done for at least a few hours. I finger fucked her to a couple more orgasms. She had learned many new tricks and I did not believe the explanation of reading how to do them on the Internet and practicing with her vibrators. I had a lot to think about. More surprises were coming that night. The other shoe was about to drop. She turned on her side to face me. "Regis do you remember how hot the sex was after you rented that video with the scene of the woman doing two guys, we imagined I was the woman?" I had not imagined that but I let her continue. "Have you ever fantasized about you and me in a threesome since?" I wanted to scream at her because I had just figured that she wanted to do it and probably had already done it with others during my time away from home. It took a lot to keep my self control. I was glad she could not see my face in the darkened room. "No, at least not seriously. This is not the sort of thing a husband asks his wife to do." "Maybe I would be willing if you asked and if it pleased you." From that second I knew my marriage was over, and it did not matter to me what she did from that moment on. She either had or would do threesomes with or without me. I knew her well enough to know if she brought this up that directly, her mind was made-up. On top of the other signs I was sure she had already experimented this. "Is this something you really want to do, Bea?" "I would like the experience and you too, I am sure. Maybe even watch me take on two guys?" "I would be allowed to sit and watch you get fucked by one or two other guys?" I could not get over what she had turned into, to propose this to me. I had to grab the mattress to prevent from strangling her. "No, Regis. I would not do that to you. You would join in, of course. We would start with one guy and see if we enjoy the experience." "Good, you have removed a big weight from my shoulders. I thought I would only be allowed to watch." The sarcasm was lost on her. "You are my husband. I love you. I would want you to take part too." She had the nerve to say that she loved me, the bitch. "How would you find a volunteer for this? You will have to find one, Bea. You have much more sex appeal than I have." I was sure she already had someone in mind. I was right. "There is this guy. I shopped for decorations at his boutique. He came on to me pretty strong. Maybe I could approach him." "Did you already fuck this guy?" "No, but I let him feel me up in his boutique." This in a voice that was a bit shaky. She was lying. So, she had a boyfriend and probably had everything set-up, already. Her mentioning that I could watch her doing two guys probably meant that she had already been involved in threesomes or more. I did not want to ask about that. I already knew more than I wanted. "This would take place when and where if you can arrange it." "I was thinking of Friday evening, I don't know where." "Bea, I think that you would be more at ease here. I would too." At that point I no longer cared about her and the marriage. My insides hurt a lot and I was trying not to be sick, but we were finished. I knew that for sure. "Okay, I would like it better here too. I love you so much. You are so understanding." Finally, she leaned her head on my shoulder and went to sleep. Needless to say, I did not get much sleep that night. I had two days to plan how to get proof, even if it did not stand in court, it would at least be some pressure on her if she gave me a hard time with the divorce. In the morning I saw my friend to see what he had found out. I did not think it would be pretty. It was not. In the week since he had surveillance on her, she had spent most of her nights at the boutique owner's apartment above his business. A couple of nights another man joined them for most of the night. One of his investigators went around the night-club circuit in and around town, with pictures of Bea. She had been seen in a semi-private D/S bar, in company of a known dominatrix. I felt sick and hurt. "Regis, Bea's relation with the Dominatrix could be bad news. With some women it is a passing phase due to curiosity. With others it gets under their skin. It becomes a need and the mistress or master becomes the dominant influence for the woman. The husband then becomes a second priority." "It does not matter anymore, Jim. I am finished with her." I told him about her plan for Friday. We made arrangement for one of his technician to come home the next day. I would be there when he installed surveillance equipment. I did not particularly want to see my wife being fucked by another man, but I wanted proof. Micro cameras and microphones were installed in the house particularly in the main bedroom. A copy of the hard drive on her computer was made for later analysis. A recording unit hidden in the garage could record for about thirty hours. He gave me a remote to activate the system. It had a range of fifty meters. Bea arranged to meet this guy with whom she supposedly had not had sex before, at a well known bar. We drove there at around seven p.m. for a drink first. I activated the recording system as I got in the car to leave. Once there, we ordered a drink. A guy at the bar asked her to dance and she went. She was gone for more than one dance. On coming back she sat. "I have talked to him. He accepts. I had to use all my charms to convince him." What a hypocritical liar she had become. "Are you absolutely sure you want to do this, Bea." Maybe I still hoped she would back down. "Yes, I am. Regis. I hope you are not backing off. I would have to take him to a motel by myself and find someone else. I really want this." "Okay. Go with him in his car. He probably does not know where we live. I will take care of the bill and stop by the liquor store to get some good wine for afterward." I had no intention of getting wine but wanted to give them time to get going. As a matter of fact I was not even sure I would go home. I was afraid I might lose control and do something horrible to both of them. Now I knew his face, he would get his, but now was not the time. My ending up in jail would only please them and give them a free pass. I managed to get enough control of my emotions to drive home after stopping in an internet cafe to write and print a note for Bea. I took my wedding band off, crushed it under my foot on the sidewalk. I put it in my pocket and drove home. I got home and went in the kitchen. I put the folded note on the table with a cup on top, so it would not fly away and dropped my crushed wedding band in the cup. I could hear the moans and grunts from upstairs and then Bea screaming an orgasm. I changed my mind about walking out, I went to the bedroom door. I guess he had just fucked her. She was on her hands and knees with his prick in her mouth. She stopped sucking him just long enough to look at me and tell me. "Come on, Regis. Get undressed and come shove that cock of yours in my cunt. It is already wet and hot." Nice of her to offer me sloppy second, he had just finished fucking her bareback, cum was still leaking out of her. How I managed not to go and terminate their fun with, extreme prejudice, as we say in the forces, I will never know. "I will pass on seconds," was all I said before turning around and leaving. I had taken precautions during the last two days. I rented a room in a hotel in town for a week and moved some clothes and personal care items. I drove there. Descent into Adultery and S/M Ch. 02 How Bea saw things. As we were leaving the bar, Regis seemed hesitant I decided to put a little pressure. I told him that if he had changed his mind, I would go to a motel with Marcel and someone else. It worked. He would take care of the bill stop at the wine store and join us. On the drive home Marcel had a hand between my legs and I caressed the big cock of his. I was so hot by the time we reached the house that I immediately led him to the bedroom. We got naked and I got on my knees. He took me from behind and fucked me to a great orgasm. I turned around as soon as I took a few breaths took Marcel's cock in my mouth and saw Regis standing in the door. I told him to get undressed and come fill my cunt, He said something about "in a second." I did not get it all. I went back to sucking Marcel. I wanted to taste him and get him hard again to take my ass. As soon as Marcel was hard again I turned around to offer my ass. I realised that Regis was not there. "Where is Regis? He said in a second." "You misunderstood. Bea. He said he would pass on seconds. I heard his car drive off" Before I could think of getting out of the bed and get my cell to call Regis, I felt Marcel's cock against my back hole and all was forgotten but the pleasure of the moment. He fucked my ass long and hard. We both had huge orgasms. After I cleaned Marcel up, I let him deep throat me with my head hanging off the side of the bed with him on his knees on the floor. I loved getting my mouth fucked in that position. I was so involved in my pleasures, I completely forgot about Regis. We relaxed while slowly caressing each other and I slowly came back to reality. Where was Regis? Why was he not there? He wanted this too, after all. Then I slowly realized that I had led everything. He had never really agreed, but just let me go. In other words, had he given me enough rope to hang myself? I began to think that maybe I had lost him. Marcel told me not to worry. It was probably the shock of his first time seeing me with another man. He had not objected to it. He would probably get over this in a couple of days. I was not so sure. I found my cell and tried to call Regis. His cell was off. While I was trying to reach Regis, Marcel held and caressed me. In spite of myself, I was getting horny all over again. I finally could not resist any longer. I dropped the cell and led him to the bed. We fucked until we were both exhausted. We relaxed in each other's arms and fell asleep. Daylight was coming when I awoke. I was surprised that so much time had passed. I got out of bed and went to the kitchen to prepare coffee and try to reach Regis again. Marcel was still in the shower. There was a note on the table I took it and hesitated before unfolding it. It was short and to the point. Bea, I know all of it, your nights at his place, other men joining you and him, your going to an S/M club with a dominatrix. I hope it was all worth it and the sex good. As for me I don't want to stay married to a slut. Reg It took a while to identify what was in the cup. I finally realized that it was his crushed wedding band. In that instant the full realization of my folly hit me I felt weak and sick. Marcel came behind me and took me in his arms asking what was wrong trying to fondle and kiss me. I screamed at him and told him to leave or I would call the cops and have him expelled. He left. I sat on the floor and cried over what I lost and was sick until there was nothing left. I could not reach Regis until he showed up Sunday evening to pack. I tried to explain my side. I even promised I would end it with Marcel. I could tell Regis did not believe this. "Will you end it with this dominatrix you have been going to S/M clubs with? How many men will she make you serve, even if you dump your current boyfriend?" "I can't promise that. I need what she gives me, but I would keep my sessions with her to a minimum I am sure we can come to an acceptable arrangement." He stopped and looked at me long and hard. Not saying a word. "Regis, why does it have to end like this? Can't we at least talk it over and see if we can get going from here. A new beginning, recognizing my new needs?" I sat on the floor next to the bed as Regis picked up his suitcases. He had finished packing. "You ask me why? Bea, not only did you take on a lover, you had the gall to want me to join in a threesome with you and him. Worse than that, you tell me that you will continue being a slut for him and this new Mistress. It is a need that you now have. You have come to crave pain with the sex. You are a slut and a Masochist. I am leaving again for a week. You will be out of this house by the time I come back," he commended. "I did not marry a slut and won't stay married to one." He stood before me "One more thing you put him ahead of me. You could not wait to let him fuck you and as an afterthought you decided to offer sloppy second for poor Regis. We are finished Bea, go and enjoy your boyfriends and Mistress." "Please Regis reconsider." He walked out without even another look at me. "I moved out as he ordered. I moved my property to a storage facility and rented a room in a hotel. I did see Marcel for a while, but things were not the same with him after that. A couple of months after that night, Marcel got tangled with, as the cops said "person or persons unknown" in a bar parking lot as he was coming out. He was in the hospital for some weeks. There were no suspects in the case. I asked Regis if he knew anything about it at our last meeting with the lawyers, he merely smiled. Then I knew" "I finally bought a small condo, and now I am an owned slut of Mistress Marge, as you are Fran" "Do you miss him, Regis?" "It is like the song in french (Pas souvent, juste tout le temps) Not often, just all the time. I have only myself to blame." "Did you ever please your sister by getting fucked in front of her, as Mistress commanded or at least permitted?" "Yes, I did it was more than a permission, it was a command. I will tell you another time. Mistress is taking me to a showing later this evening. I have to be ready for her." "I hope you enjoy your evening, Bea." "You should accept showings, Fran. You would like that. I am sure." "No, it is not for me, Bea. Mistress knows that well. Two men I might accept provided they are not rough." Final words from Regis after reading this. "I never looked at the recording of that night. I just made a copy for Bea and let her know that it would be sent to all her friends and coworkers if she gave me trouble with the divorce. She did not. I was fair. She admitted this and thanked me. I do miss the Bea I married, not the one I divorced." "How are you doing socially Reg?" "I have a social life again Fran, I am still a fairly young man on the way up, there is no lack of volunteers." It has been a year since their divorce. Fran26 Descent into Adultery and S/M "Andre this bed is a mess and all wet lets go to my bathroom for a shower and then to my bedroom for the rest of the night." We did and again fucked ourselves to exhaustion. I slept in his arms like I had not slept in weeks. I was fully satiated sex wise, something I had not felt in weeks. The next day, he finished his work a little before noon and I took the afternoon off. We went back to my place for an afternoon of hard fucking. Later I drove him to the airport to catch the last flight of the day. I was sorry to see him go. I knew I would never see him again. Back home I showered and slept like a child, fully contented, I was in a good mood all the next two weeks. I had not felt that good in months. Maybe Diane had been right when she said I needed a good strange fucking to get it out of my system and back on the right track. A few days later, during an evening alone at home, my conscience woke up. I realised, since the dinner with Andre, I had not had a thought for Regis, except for the few minutes of his nightly phone call. I had even kissed Andre just after hanging up on Regis and was fucking him not an hour later. I had committed adultery and in Regis's own house and even finished it in our marital bed. I had let my lust overtake my sanity, but it was not the crying type of conscience. Of course I regretted what I had done and swore to never again cheat on Regis. Nevertheless, I slept well and was happy to see Regis when he got home. I was thankfull the bites marks Andre left had disappeared in the last week and a half. They would have been impossible to explain. Regis was home for six weeks and I was happy, no more itch. I was glad it was out of my system and for the rest of my life, I could be a good faithful wife to Regis. The next few times Regis was out of town, there was no hint of dreaming about strange cocks. But a few months later he would have to go to Europe. His company had started a takeover and he would be there for at least a month at a time with just short stints at home for a while. Halfway through his second stints out of the country, I caught myself again getting hornier than my vibrators could handle I confided in my sister, again. I needed to talk to someone. I told her about my indiscretion with Andre and my multiple orgasms, something I had never experienced before to that extent. "Was he bigger than Regis?" "Not much, but longer he went deeper in me." "Then that is probably what gave you all those orgasms. Now you know you need a longer and bigger cock once in a while." "What if I get used to that and become unsatisfied with Regis?" "Does he give you the type of orgasms that you got with the guy you took home?" "No, he gives me orgasms and there is the emotional connection that love brings, but nothing like the high I got with Andre." "A good part of the high was probably due to the thrill of your first time cheating and on top of that in your own home, doing the forbidden. That was taking a hell of a chance. A neighbour might have noticed a strange man coming home with you and talked." She told me, her husband, Raymond, will be out of town at a conference until the middle of next week, and said I should join her and the gang Friday night at the bar where she hung out when her husband was out of town. "You could at least take your mind off things even if you only have a couple drinks and dance." "I am not sure. One thing I don't ever want to do again is cheat on Regis." "You don't have to fuck the guy, just dance and have a little fun. Take you mind off things, then go home." She explained where the bar was, across the street from the Canal motel, next to the shopping center. I agreed to consider it, but just for a drink or two, if I went. Friday, after the phone conversation with Regis, I missed him and was horny. He would not call again until the next evening. I took a long shower and masturbated but it did not help much. I decided to go join Diane to take my mind off my misery. I chose a nice little black skirt that showed lots of leg and a push up bra under a sweater that showed a fair amount of cleavage. Looking at my reflection in the mirror, I realised I was dressed and made up to kill. My sanity was telling me not to go, but another part of me rationalised that a couple of drinks and a few dances and then home would do me good. I decided to call a cab in case I had more than a few drinks. After all, I was not going to let anyone fuck me. Part 2 Second Indiscretion takes a lover and becomes a slut.