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Grim Fairy Tales Ch. 01

By: DocCIS



Author's Note: This story is a bit different than some of my others, not having any long-winded plot and only written in a day. It is merely a short (for me at least) spank story. Some may like it, some may not. It is merely a hot wife type story and a cuckold, so if you do not enjoy such things, move on...

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Prologue

My wife is extremely beautiful and sexy. I know every story like this one starts off that way, but imagine Ashley Benson with a 35C-23-32 athletic figure—and not afraid to show it off. When she was in college, Jessica was a wild child—the word 'promiscuous' not even holding a match to how she described herself, but I did not know her then. In fact, I never pried into her past, merely happy a girl as gorgeous as her could fall for a guy like me. I knew she had slept with other men—in fact, she had hinted the numbers being more than I could possibly guess—but again, although my curiosity was piqued, I decided to let the past remain in the past, again merely happy she ended up with somebody like myself.

It is not that I am not a good catch. Professionally I am the youngest senior partner at a prestigious law firm dealing in corporate law, making almost seven figures, and only in my mid-forties. Our practice specializes in mergers and acquisitions—our lawyers and legal representatives being the intermediaries to verify both sides of the equation are treated equitably.

Due to the time involved in such projects, I have spent more than my share of time both at the office and travelling, and as a result, have had to leave my wife alone many times. Work has therefore impacted our sex life, although Jessica has never complained. She always states she is happy with the attention she receives; however, little did I know it was not necessarily attention I was giving her, but that she received from others. I state this not to condone her actions, but to admit I may have had a role in what has happened over the years to cause her to get attention elsewhere.

Gainfully employed and job well-in-hand, I am an average guy, not necessarily in the best of shape—being stocky with a minor beer belly and slightly premature grey hair—but I am not ugly either. I could get a more svelte figure by spending my spare time working out like some of the other partners; however, as I spend enough time at the job, I do not need to neglect my gorgeous wife any more than she already has been.

I had originally gotten into the firm through a couple of buddies I knew from law school. At the time of my application and interviewing process, I had not known they had gone to undergraduate school with Jess, so knew nothing of them having ever known each other. In fact, several of the partners had gone to the same college during her four-year tenure, and I now know that had played a big part in me being considered, but I get ahead of myself.

I had met most of my buddies during law school at Columbia, and it was during that time I met Jessica and we fell in love. As I look back on it, even knowing several of my friends had gone to Northwester as Jess, it was a large university, and I could not imagine the chances of them meeting. Having gone to the local Community College which was much smaller and not knowing many people, It was unlikely for all of my friends and my wife to have been acquainted at a university five or more times the size, so I had no awareness of anybody knowing my wife—socially or otherwise.

That they did know her shows what a small world it is, as our practice in New York is a far cry from Illinois, having lawyers from all over the world working at the firm.

But I digress. In brief terms, I have found out my wife is a slut, and that I am a cuckold. She is not a slut in the sense of 'hangs out in bars and picks up men' all the time or even the homebody who fucks the neighbor or delivery man as soon as I am out the door. My wife often remains faithful for years between her transgressions, but like a recurring alcoholic goes on binges once in a rare moon where she completely lets down her hair—or in this case panties—and overindulges.

Jessica has always had a large libido and is very open with her sexuality. I had mentioned how in undergraduate school she was quite the deviant, but again, never pried into her past. I knew she had gotten around a bit, but had never thought it would interfere with our marriage. Again, the past is the past and should best be left buried.

The stories I am relating to you I have learned over the course of quite a few years. In some cases I found out purely by accident, in others, I was told directly. My wife is not aware of my knowledge of her indulgences, and as you'll see, I am in turmoil as to what to do. To be brutally honest, even at the chance of you thinking lesser of me, I am excited that other men find her so irresistible and sexy, while in other ways I feel betrayed. Some men would have kicked her out long ago upon hearing of her first transgression, but I am honestly in love with her, and even in light of her transgressions, she is in love with me. I have come to grips with knowing for her it is purely a physical release, and once it happens she does not stray for a considerable time. 

Judge me how you will, I hope you see my view as I relate these happenings.

The first incident I discovered actually occurred almost fifteen years ago. I did not know if it was a one-time occurrence or something that had been going on for years, but at the time it had occurred I had already been married to Jessica for several years and was up for a possible junior position in the firm... 

******************** Chapter 01 -- Snow White and the Seven Dwarves

It was a Memorial Weekend Saturday—one of the few weekends I had off, and Jessica was getting ready to head to a bachelorette party out of town. One of her old girlfriends from Northwestern University was getting married, and Jessica was going to spend the three-day weekend with her and several other girls she knew.

As Jess came downstairs I was going over my 'Honey Do List' for the weekend, determining where to start. The sound of her dragging her suitcase behind her caught my attention up and I could only stare at my lovely wife. Jessica was an open exhibitionist and always dressed provocatively, showing off her body to maximum potential, and today was no different.

As she stood in the kitchen getting a cup of coffee I could only stare at her with desire. Today she was wearing something of a cowgirl motif—a purple and red plaid shirt tied to show off her waist with tight jean shorts and ankle-high cowboy boots. The lower parts of her ass cheeks were struggling to come out the bottom of her shorts, the frayed edges seeming to purposely draw your eyes to her ass.

Turning around as she sipped her coffee I saw she had her plaid shirt completely unbuttoned, wearing a tight white tank sports bra beneath it. The sports bra held her breasts together nicely, her fleshy mounds pushed up and out revealing considerable cleavage. 

The cowboy boots accentuated Jess' long toned legs, and that was when I noticed her wearing a large purple Wildcats belt buckle, the color matching the purple and red plaid of her shirt.

"Are you sure you'll be alright for the weekend?" my lovely wife asked, the concern noticeable in her voice.

I smiled nodding my head and smiling at her worry. 

"You are only going to be gone for a couple of days; it's not like I haven't fended for myself before," I laughed. "Besides, you've given me enough to do that I'll be headed to the office Tuesday morning just to get away from the chores," I laughed, holding up the note as she smiled at me in return.

"It's nothing you haven't said you would do already," she mockingly told me as I held my hands up in surrender.

Jess moved towards me and I wrapped my arms around her, feeling the firm smooth skin of her bare waist against my hands. While my body may have gotten out of shape working a desk job for so long, Jess had kept her athletic build, working out at the gym, jogging, and keeping herself occupied aerobically. While I worked hard to bring home the proverbial bacon, she worked hard to keep her body as fit as she could for my pleasure.

I looked at the suitcase—the largest we owned—and asked, "You sure you got everything packed? You're going to be gone for three days," I told her in mock seriousness. "Maybe you should take two suitcases," I said with a grin.

Jessica laughed as she playfully slapped me. 

"You know I don't know what to wear until the mood hits me," she said with some exasperation. "And I don't know what the girls are planning—I have everything from demure married spinster to sleazy party girl in that bag," she teased.

I pulled her closer, grinding my hips into her ass as I said into her hair, "And what might you do in your sleazy party girl clothes?" I asked seductively, my slowly hardening cock pressing into her ass.

We both smiled, me having confided to her once about my fantasy of her pretending to be the slutty promiscuous wife. I knew Jess loved me and had always been true, but the fantasy turned both of us on as she playfully said, "Well, if I come home completely worn out, you'll know what happened," she teased.

I smiled, knowing she was playing with me, our verbal banter being a long played game between us. I enjoyed the looks other men gave her, proud of having such a beautiful woman to come home to each night waiting for me. Although work had interfered with our sex life being gone so much, when we were together we never failed to satisfy each other. Jessica's libido may be more aggressive than mine, but we made do with what we had.

I gave her a firm kiss on the lips, my hands again sliding across the smooth skin of her waist as I nudged her towards the door. "Go, before I change my mind and keep you here all weekend to myself," I chuckled, as she playfully swayed her hips out the door.

A few minutes later I heard the Mercedes' engine fire up, smiling as I realized she was taking the convertible. Jess always was in a playful mood when she drove that particular car, saying the 300-plus horsepower got her hotter than being surrounded by a bunch of hunky guys. Knowing she had over a three-hour drive to Washington, I grinned understanding she would have plenty of time to let the horsepower rev her up.

Turning back to my 'Honey Do List,' I decided the garage was the first item to tackle. Jessica and I had renovated the house since we had moved in after being married, but we had never thrown out any of our old items. After fifteen years there were quite a few boxes of both mine and Jess' junk that needed to be explored. The decision on what was junk versus something to keep had been given to me, my wife granting me full permission to throw out anything of hers I deemed unnecessary, saying she trusted me with everything she owned, and after items being boxed for this long, she probably would not miss anything. But that did not mean everything could go into the trash, as there were quite a few family heirlooms and items that even if we did not use them, could be sold to make some extra money.

I started out with my own boxes, as it would be easier to recognize the wheat from the chafe so-to-speak. Even going through my own old trophies, certificates, books, and various knickknacks I had gathered over the years, it took most of the day. 

The worst part was going through the stacks of papers I had accumulated over the years. Thankfully I had a somewhat organized system, so was able to discern what should be sent to the recycler versus keeping a few more years in storage for tax purposes.

By the time I hit Jess' side of the garage I already had four black Hefty garbage bags full of crap ready to be put on the curb on trash day, another two bags with recyclable paper, and another containing things I was still in a quandary whether or not to get rid of.

To take my mind off my junk, I began working on Jess' boxes. 

Jess had always been a few steps ahead of me and more technologically advanced, so many of her documents had already been converted to CD's. Unfortunately, beyond backing up her documents to computer media, her organizational skills fell short. She rarely labeled the CD's, so I took a brief respite to get my laptop in order to start digging through the contents of every single one to determine what to keep and what to throw away.

I could have just set the several spools of CD's aside for Jess to go through, but knowing her she would just put them back in the garage and they would sit here for another fifteen years. Also, we had been missing several documents I knew she wanted recently such as old family photos and such, so I knew she would really appreciate me finding them.

Although Jessica's method conserved space, it took twice as long as having the paper copy to go through each CD. I did not know what files were important or not without opening each and every one, and her naming system was something less than normal. Thankfully being in a document-oriented business, I had a preview program that allowed me to quickly see the contents of a file and decide whether to keep them or not. 

With the responsibility of throwing away something important on my shoulders, I paid close attention to what the files contained, so it was late in the evening by the time I was through most of the first box. 

I had finally moved from CD's to DVD's, coming across documents that were now dated after 2000. 

I had just gone through over 3 GB of random bills scanned during the time Jess and I had first been married when I came across another blank nondescript DVD, no different than any of the other dozen I had already reviewed.

If I had known then what I would find, I wonder if I would have looked at it; however, at the time, I merely inserted it into my laptop.

My first surprise was Windows Media player starting instead of a simple Windows Explorer file list. Before clicking the 'Play' link, I opened up Explorer and saw the file was an actual WMV file labeled 'Halloween,' seeing the date was 11/10/1996.

I realized it was the Halloween of the year I had become a junior partner in the firm. I had been an associate for several years and it was rumored a new position was opening for a junior partner, so every associate in the firm at that time had been jockeying for the spot. Although atypical, at our firm it was tradition for the other junior partners to vote upon potential junior candidates, the senior partners believing it was good practice for them to know the process and select a suitable candidate whom they would then review and make the final decision. 

I had high hopes for the position, as I was friends with four of the eight Junior Partners already indoctrinated at the firm; however, friendship did not necessarily mean anything, as Jason Melvin, one of my closest friends had explained to me.

"There's just too much competition James," he had told me. "And we can't show favoritism. The Big Three (our term for the Senior Partners) are using this to gauge our own careers, looking closely at our reasons for selection. We're up for possible promotion ourselves," he told me, "so we can't just glibly say 'James Thomas is the man for the job because we've known him for years' and expect to be considered professional."

I told him it was fine, what would be would be as he told me I was definitely a candidate, but they had several aspects to consider. 

"All seven of us Junior Partners need to be on the same page, and although four of us are in favor of you, something needs to happen to sway the other four," he had told me.

I told him he was in a better position to know what to do to get me on the good side of the other partners, telling him it was all in his hands. All I could do was work my ass off and hope my worth ethics might impressed them.

As I reminisced, I recalled it being a good time for making impression within the firm, as it was the time of the big telecom explosions. I had been assigned to the team for the Bell Atlantic/Nynex merger, so it was understandable my name was in the spotlight, as it was a high profile transaction. As such, I had pulled extra-long hours at the office as well as weekends to show everybody I was willing to do what it took to get the job completed.

Everybody had known Jessica and I had only recently been married, so I hoped to earn extra points by showing that I was even willing to leave my recent newlywed bride alone to get the job done.

I had been out of town that Halloween for the contract, having to convince Jess to attend the party alone. I had told her she had to make a presence and show herself to some of the partners and their spouses in order for them to get to know us. As it was iffy whether I would get elected to Junior Partner, if both of us did not appear at the Halloween party it would definitely have be noted. In the fast-paced world of corporate law, work-life balance meant the two often intertwined, and it have be noted highly in my favor that even though I was out of town working, my wife was willing to socialize and place the firm as a priority.

I looked once more at the file on the screen, wondering what it was doing in Jess' office supplies, finally clicking the Play 'button' to see what it was.

I somewhat expected a home movie video showing various people at the party, so was confused when the image faded into what was obviously a hotel suite, the camera off to one side showing the bed in the main portion of the screen with an open bathroom directly across from it. 

I wondered what the hell was going on as the video showed the same thing for over two minutes before something happened.

Over the laptop speakers I heard a door opening and closing as a woman giggled. 

To my surprise Jess walked into the room, closely followed by Jason, my best friend at the law firm. 

Jess' hair was a shiny black and made up in curly waves around her head, and I remembered her dying it for her costume.

Jess looked around the room, her voice clear over the speakers, as she said, "This room is nice!"

I grinned in amusement at her words. Back then, yes, the small hotel suite would have been considered nice for us, but over the years working at the law firm we routinely stayed in rooms three times as big.

"Not as nice as you look," Jason said to her, causing Jessica to once more giggle in response.

My eyes widened in surprise as Jason moved up behind my wife, encircling her waist with his arms as he pressed his pelvis against her ass!

"What the fuck?" I muttered as I stared at the video in shock.

Instead of moving away in outrage as the proper response of a married woman would be, I watched as Jess giggled once again, turning in Jason's arms. I then watched in horrid fascination as my wife of fifteen years—although not at that time—put her arms around my best friend's neck and started French kissing him!

"What. The. Fuck." I said again to the empty garage, watching as Jason and Jess both groaned on the screen, pressing their bodies against each other. 

I watched in stupefied amazement as Jason began to move his hands down my wife's back to cup Jess' firm ass as their mouths continued to assault each other, their moans of arousal clear over the laptop speakers.

Finally they broke apart and Jess once again giggled and said, "Watch it Mr. Melvin. I am a happily married woman," she told him, noting a slight slur to her speech indicating she probably had a few drinks.

I mentally sighed in relief, willing to forgive a kiss that had taken place fifteen years ago, my heart thankful Jess had returned to her senses.

"That only makes you more desirable," Jason told her to my amazement, pulling her body against his once again.

This time Jess did not pull away, merely grinning at him as she looked around the room. 


Grim Fairy Tales Ch. 01



At that moment I realized the camera must have been hidden, as my wife made no mention of it, her eyes clearly scanning over the direction the camera was facing.

My mind was spinning a thousand miles a minute. I remembered the party being held at the Ritz Carlton, also recalling quite a few people—including Jess—had booked rooms there so they could enjoy the entire party and drink without having to worry about getting home.

Vaguely I wondered if this was her room, although knowing the camera had been placed there beforehand, knew it could have been Jason's.

Once again recalling the past, I remembered Jason had told me he would meet Jess at the hotel bar, keeping her company so she did not feel alone at the party. 

Based upon Jason and Jess' speech patterns and actions, I knew they had already had several drinks.

As Jason lowered his head to Jess' neck, I paused the video, as if I could stop the past from happening. I was afraid to continue watching, hoping for the best as I sat back in my chair, slowly recalling that time of our lives.

It had been early October and the merger I was overseeing was coming along nicely when the office voted for a costumed Halloween party. I was so stressed out about the merger, Jessica had told me I could pick out her costume, willing to wear whatever I wanted in order to put my mind on something else and help relieve some of my worries about work. 

The diversionary tactic worked, and I had looked around for almost two weeks before finding the perfect costume for her—an authentic Snow White costume, a perfect replication of the famous Disney cartoon. The skirt was a long flowing silken yellow gown with a blue peasant's top having 'poofy' shoulders and a low-slung neckline. It being so close to Halloween, the company I rented it from did not have the correct sized top—the only remaining tops being those rated for 32-sized chest—but even though I knew the top would be snug, it would fit her.

Imagining Jess' 35C breasts pressed tightly into the blouse had given me a perpetual hard-on.

I had not show Jess the costume, although I did finally cave in and tell her she would be dressed as Snow White. I recall the conversation, remembering her joking around with a smile and asking where I was going to find seven dwarves to keep her happy. At the time I remember laughing, explaining I would be going as Prince Charming, so she did not need the seven dwarves. We had both laughed at the semi-roleplaying humor.

I remembered back then my mind was more on the Bell Atlantic/Nynex merger than anything else, including a Halloween party. So as it turned out, before I was even aware of it, the time of the Halloween party was upon us. Unfortunately, because the party had not been high on my thoughts, I had inadvertently scheduled an important meeting with the executives of both companies for that whole weekend! As such, I would not be around for the Halloween party.

I confessed my mix-up to Jess and she stated she would just not go to the party; however, I had told her she needed to go in order to get to know some of the partners. 

"If I am to be considered for a Junior Partner position, people need to know who you are and that you are behind me one-hundred percent. The Junior and Senior staff have quite a few people to choose, so you need to be seen and known," I had explained to her. "They know I will not be there due to business, so you need to show your support by standing in my stead."

Jessica knew the truth of my words, both of us remembering when I had applied for the position, the Senior Partners had interviewed Jessica as well, making sure she understood the commitments involved in me working at the firm. They did not want their lawyers' minds thinking about an unhappy home life or divorce proceedings in the middle of a big job, so it was quite understandable for their policy to include the wife in every aspect of the job.

Although reluctant, Jess finally agreed she would attend the party. 

The next obstacle I had was figuring out how to get her costume to her. I had rented it at one of the Halloween stores near my office, figuring I could pick it up after work and it would be convenient to drop it off the following Monday morning. Although Jess could have driven to get the costume, the Halloween party was being held on the other end of town and the costume would not be ready until late Friday the day of the party—it would take way too long for her to pick it up herself. Jessica would have had to drive an hour to get into town to get the costume, then another hour back home, and a third hour in traffic to get to the party. By then the party would have already started, our original plan being for me to meet her at the hotel with the costumes, thereby saving over two hours of travel.

I remembered talking to Jason about the problems and him throwing me a lifeline, offering to pick up the costume. 

"It wouldn't be any problem," he said over lunch. "I'm here anyways and I could pick it up and meet Jess at the hotel just like you planned. It will be the same thing, only a different messenger," he explained. "That will give her plenty of time to do what she has to do to impress the other partners," he had told me enthusiastically.

I recalled his words vividly, and looking at his face on the computer screen, inches from my wife's neck, I now wondering if he had meant something much, much more. 

At the time it seemed he was merely helping me out, but seeing the video so far, even fifteen years later, I now had doubts. 

But back then I could not believe my luck, telling Jason I had ordered a Snow White costume for her. I suddenly recalled his open interest asking which sexy version of the costume I had ordered. 

Again, back then I had shrugged off his comments, but with the image of him with his arms wrapped around my wife on the screen, I again wondered if he meant something entirely different.

I vaguely remembered him being disappointed when I showed him the costume I had ordered online, recalling him rolling his eyes at me.

"A woman as sexy as Jess should be shown off," he had said, "but if that's what she wants, more power to her," he said.

Suddenly my heart jumped into my throat as I recalled telling him Jess had not seen the costume, only aware of it being Snow White. I felt a deep-seeded chill enter my soul was I recalled the rest of the conversation, forgotten until now.

I recalled Jason joking around about never buying clothes a woman had not already seen as I confided in him Jess telling me she would wear whatever I wanted, and that I had complete control over her costume. I had then recalled the top being a small, telling Jason that if Jess mentioned anything about it, to tell her I was aware of it and figured she could still wear it.

"It would do her good to show off a bit to everybody," I had joked, recalling my words with complete clarity. "Heck, it might even sway some of the Junior Partner's decisions," I had laughed to my 'friend,' now wondering if that term could still apply. 

The idea of my best friend seeing my wife as more than just my wife had been disturbing even back then, so it was understandable at my feelings now. I had never thought Jason would pull anything on another man's wife—particularly his friend's wife. I had assumed those many years ago his offer had been genuine to help her out, but now I wondered.

As I looked again upon the frozen image on the screen, I realized I was seeing what happened after my wife and Jason had met for drinks, coming up from the bar. She was not yet dressed for the party in her costume, and I wondered once again why the camera was there.

I knew Jason had known Jess during undergraduate school, so I had not been worried about them meeting up at the hotel; however, this many years later I wondered if my lack of concern had been misplaced. 

Although Jason had been single back then, I never would have thought him having the gall to encroach upon another man's wife, but seeing the beginnings of the video began to have doubts.

Then again, without watching the rest of the video I did not know if anything happened. For all I knew, Jess finally stomped out of the room. I could not believe at the time this occurred I had been so mistaken to leave town secure in the knowledge Jess would be well-taken care of by my friend.

My stomach in knots, I reached out to the computer, seeing my hand shaking as I wondered what the hell was going on, pressing 'Play' again on the video.

To my relief, I saw Jess and Jason breaking their embrace, my wife stepping away before Jason could kiss her neck.

"That's my girl," I said with relief, chiding myself for thinking the worst.

Glancing at the player window, I noted there was still almost seven hours on the video, wondering what else might be on it as I turned my attention back to the main screen.

Jason moved out of the picture frame for a moment, returning carrying a suitcase and a box, the latter which he handed to Jess. 

"Here's your costume," he told her. "You can get ready in the bathroom and I'll get ready out here," he told her, smiling pleasantly. "That way we can join the party together. I'll introduce you to the other Junior Partners as well," he told her as Jess stepped into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

Suddenly I heard Jess' voice through the door. 

"Jim picked this?" she asked, her voice having an odd lilt to it, sounding somewhat surprised.

I watched as Jason shrugged to nobody in particular, leaning near the door with a smile as he told her, "Hey, I'm just the delivery man and babysitter," he told her through the closed entrance. 

"He told me I was dressing as Snow White," she finally said, "but I was thinking Disney style."

My mind wondered what the hell was going on, as I knew the costume was exactly what she was expecting.

I heard Jason chuckle, holding his hand to his mouth for a moment before he finally seemed to compose himself as he said through the door, "Jim did say you told him to pick whatever he wanted," I heard my 'friend' say, having confided in him. "Why? Is there something wrong with the costume?" I heard him ask.

Even from the distance of the camera I could see his wide smile. 

"Well, no, you're right," I heard my wife's voice in the bathroom. "I did tell him to pick whatever," she said, "but it seems a bit...tight," she finally said.

I suddenly remembered the top being a size or two smaller, all my worries disappearing as I realized what she was worried about. 

I saw Jason shake his head as he then said, "Yeah, Jim even told me it would be tiny," he said to her through the door. "He also said, and I quote, "It would do her good to show off a bit to everybody' also saying it might sway some of the Junior Partners' decisions," he told her.

"Wait, Jim really said that?" I heard my wife's voice.

"And I quote," Jason said. "If there's something wrong I can call him, I have his number," he said.

I then watched as Jason walked to the side of bed and picked upon the phone, dialing a number.

"No, no, don't bother him," I heard my wife's voice come from the bathroom. "It's not like I haven't worn something this revealing before," she said. "I just didn't expect it. It's a good thing I brought all my make-up, I think I can get the right look for this outfit in particular," I heard her say.

I remembered Snow White having deep red lips and dark eye-shadow, guessing Jess to be going for the full Monty as my attention was suddenly drawn to Jason still on the phone, realizing he was actually speaking to somebody!

"She's getting into the outfit now. Yeah, we're in room 2118 so get everybody together and come down here," he said into the receiver before hanging up.

I wondered what the hell was going on—not for the first time—as I watched Jason again dial the phone. This time he was apparently calling room service, listening as he ordered a half case of the house Merlot and a dozen glasses. At the last minute he stopped from hanging up the phone and returned the receiver back to his ear. 

"Oh, and do you happen to have hot fudge and whipped cream?" he said into the phone. I saw him smile as he replied back, "No, no, we will have our own treat to pour it on, just make sure several cans of whipped cream and a large enough amount of hot fudge is included," he said, chuckling as he hung up the phone.

My mind in turmoil, I watched in morbid fascination as Jason stripped and began changing into his costume. I realized after he put on a fluffy white beard he was dressing up as a dwarf, complete with red cap and boots.

Looking at him I could barely tell who he was, the beard hiding most of his face. If I had not watched him put on the costume, I doubt I would have even recognized him.

Almost immediately after he was dressed I heard a knock on the door, watching as Jason moved out of the camera's view to open it. I then saw him ushering in a bellhop who had a cart with six bottles of wine, quite a few glasses, a gravy pourer over a lit Sterno can, and a canister of whipped cream on his wheeled car.

Jason tipped the bellboy and poured a glass of wine, filling it to the brim before moving to the bathroom.

I watched as he knocked on the door, telling Jess he had some wine ordered and to open the door so she could get it.

I stared in shock as Jess opened the door wide open, clad in nothing but black laced bra and panties!

"I'm still getting my make-up on," she told Jason in explanation, not at all phased at being half nude in front of my best friend.

Jason smiled, obviously admiring the view of my half-naked wife as he said, "Well, you could go like that and I don't think anybody will complain," he laughed as Jess smiled, posing for him as he handed her the glass of wine.

Jess took a sip and nodded her approval before once again closing the door.

I could only stare at the screen, wondering how she could feel so comfortable being half-naked in front of another man as my attention was drawn back to the video, hearing another knock on the door. Watching intently, Jason once again moved out of the view of the camera to answer the door, and to my surprise, I watched as the room filled up with men!

All of them were dressed up as dwarves, complete with beards, and like Jason, I could not recognize them; however, as they started talking in low voices I began to recognize a few of them. I heard and recognized Greg Johnson and Peter Ornithson, both 'friends' of mine, as well as a few other Junior Partners of the firm. 

As I stared at the screen I realize all seven of the Junior Partners—including Jason—were in the hotel suite, all dressed as dwarves. 

I became noticeably concerned for my half-naked wife in the next room, suddenly putting together the idea of the guys dressed as dwarves—there being seven of them—and my wife dressing as Snow White.

My mind wondered what the hell was going on as I recalled the conversation with my wife when I told her I picked out a Snow White costume, her mentioning need seven dwarves for her at the party.

I once again could only stare as Jason poured everybody glasses of wine, wondering again what the hell was going on.

Now, at this point I did not know what to think. I very well could have been blowing everything out of proportion and they guys decided to make Jess feel better by dressing up as the Seven Dwarves. If she was going as Snow White and I—who had been planning on going as Prince Charming—it stood to reason they might be dressed up to make her feel at ease.

But my inner trepidation was on high alert as I suddenly heard Jess' voice come through the door several minutes later. 

"Are you sure this is the costume Jim picked? It doesn't seem to leave much to the imagination," I heard her muffled voice through the door.

The guys in the room snickered as Jason made a motion to quiet them to quiet before replying. 

"As I said, I am merely the messenger, Jim picked Snow White, and that is what I picked up," he said, grinning to the guys.

"More like Whore White," Greg Johnson said to the other guys' laughs.

I recalled Greg had also known Jess at Northwestern, for the hundredth time wondering what the hell was going on.

"What did you say?" I heard Jess ask through the door.

Seeing Jason glare at Greg before he answered saying, "As I told you, Jim said he ordered that so you could show off a little skin," he said, twisting my comment. "So I guess it's alright," he said as the guys all chuckled.

"I can't wait to see those firm tits again," one of the other Junior Partners—Donald Jones—said, loud enough for the camera to pick up his comment. 

I recalled he had also gone to Northwestern, although graduating a couple years after Jess. It was not unreasonable he may have crossed paths with her, but my mind was focused on him 'seeing those firm tits again.'

"Are you sure she'll go for this?" another one of the men, Bill Merle I recognized by his voice, asked.

Jason smiled. "You remember her motto, 'Jess Undresses to Impress,'" he told the man. "Trust me, you can take the girl out of the slut, but not the slut out of the girl," he laughed. "Besides, you were there when we hired Jim. In fact, if I remember correctly, YOU only gave up your gold ball when she let you fuck her in the ass you bastard," he laughed with the others as the men all made toasts, drinking their wine and pouring more.

"What the fuck!" I murmured yet again into the empty garage.

The gold ball he referred to was an old custom at the firm. The practice had originally started in the early 1800's, and the method of voting for employees, partners, and such had been done by using ballot boxes for each individual. Coins had originally been used, placing a silver for nay and a gold coin for yay into the ballot boxes to vote on whether a candidate would be hired or promoted. The tradition continued on even today, although now we used solid gold and silver marbles which were handed out at the time of each vote and used to case the ballots.

As with all the voting in the firm, a candidate had to have a unanimous vote to be hired or promoted.

My heart stopped at the implications of what had just been said.

"Besides," Jason continued as I reluctantly watched the video, "I told her all the Junior Partners would be here to make the decision on whether Jim makes the cut or not. If there's one thing I know about Jess Nelson besides her tight pussy, it's her willingness to do anything she can to help her husband advance," he grinned, using Jessica's maiden name.

"You fucking bastard," I muttered under my breath to the man who was supposed to be my best friend, glaring at his image on the screen.

At that moment the bathroom door opened and my mouth fell open in shock.

I actually had to pause the video for my mind to absorb everything I saw.

Jess stood in the doorway, dressed as Snow White, but not in the costume I had ordered! Instead, she was wearing an extremely short frilly yellow skirt that barely extended past her hips, a poofy white lacy petticoat beneath the skirt which pushed the yellow material out from her body. Beneath the petticoat I saw Jess wearing a pair of tight white ruffled panties. 

Beyond the gap of Jess' bare thighs, she wore a pair of white thigh-high stockings with bows at the tops, extending down to her high-heeled, at least six-inched heels which had yellow trim and a yellow bow, with the rest of the shoes being a deep blue matching her top. 

And speaking of tops, gone was the peasant blouse where I imagined Jess' tits filling out, and in its stead was a tiny bandeau-type halter in blue matching her shoes, red stripes, and white lacey ruffles on the hem. The top was barely a bikini top, and Jess' breasts bulged out on all sides of the 'blouse,' showing off more skin of her breasts than it covered!




Grim Fairy Tales Ch. 01



She also had blue finger-less gloves with a white ribbon cross-crossing up her arms and a red bow in her hair, but what caught my eye was the other accessory. Around her neck was a leather white choker studded with silver, to which was attached a white dog leash!

I stared at the screen in shock as Jess stood there, holding her leash in one hand. 

I could not believe my eyes as I looked upon my now curly raven-haired wife standing in front of seven Junior Partners of the firm looking like a fairy tale stripper! All I could do was stare at the bikini-like top she was wearing, still not believing how most of her breasts, as well as her legs and abdomen, were exposed to the men in the room.

The room filled with cat calls and wolf whistles as Jess looked around the room in surprise, asking, "What the hell is this?"

Jason moved up to her, handing her another glass of wine as he took the leash out of her hand saying, "Snow White, I present to you the Seven Dwarves," he said proudly.

Jessica looked at the men. Slowly her surprise changed to a smile as she looked at one dwarf after the other before taking a long pull at her glass of wine.

My wife was no idiot, apparent as she looked at Jason and said, "I assume these are the Junior Partners voting for Jim's promotion?" she asked.

Jason said nothing, instead walking further into the room, leading Jess by the leash.

I could not believe how nonchalantly she followed him, my wife, led by a dog leash dressed like a tramp in front of the company's junior staff as she stopped at the foot of the bed.

"You would assume correctly," Jason said as he smiled. "First, let me introduce Horny," Jason said proudly.

I watched as Greg stood up and walked to Jess, who was grinning openly at the name. Immediately Greg wrapped his arms around my wife, pulling her towards him as he gave her a deep French kiss! 

I could not believe my eyes, seeing Jess' only response being to moan deeply as she returned the kiss, her face buried in his fake white beard. 

I watched in trepidation as Greg/Horny's hands moved across her bare back, then slid down to pull up her skirt and giving the room an open view of my wife's ruffle covered ass which he blatantly squeezed.

Jess' only response was to moan louder.

After over a minute of French kissing and feeling up my wife's ass, he finally stepped away.

I could not move, my mind in a state of shock. My thoughts were blank as I watched Jason hand Jess a refill of wine, certain she must have drank the previous glass, but so dumbfounded, I could only watch as she quickly downed it.

Jason then announced, "And next, Lusty," he told her as they both smiled.

Yet again I watched as another fake-bearded Junior Partner, Dan Hunter, came up to Jess. Just like Greg/Horny he gave her a deep French kiss, his hand roaming across her body as their tongues visibly lashed against each other's in their mouths. 

I was pretty certain Dan had never met Jess, so I could only stare flabbergasted as my wife rubbed her body against another of my co-workers, this one a complete stranger!

I watched completely mesmerized, morbidly fascinated as Jason introduced each of the men—Promiscuous, Well-hung, Drippy, and Hard-on—each moving up to Jess and giving her a deep French kiss which she returned with equal fervor as their hands roamed over her body.

As they kissed, I watched Bill Merle/Drippy reached down and cup Jess' crotch, her moans only getting louder, muffled only by their melded mouths and his fake beard, as he slowly began rubbing her between the legs. 

I stared in shock as Jess' only response beyond her moaning louder was to spread her legs further apart!

As Bill finally broke their kiss and moved away, I watched as Peter/Hard-on move up to her. I could only gape as his name lived up to him—seeing him pitching a large tent in his blue satin dwarven trousers. He too reached between Jess' legs, rubbing her crotch as their tongues explored their mouths for what seemed like hours—although was probably only mere minutes—before he backed away. 

Finally Jason smiled as he handed Jess another full glass of wine, staring in fascination as Jess downed it and he moved up to her. 

Oddly the thought occurred to me that Jessica rarely drank so much, my thoughts obviously trying to grasp stray straws of sanity as my best friend stepped in front of my wife, dressed like a fairy tale whore.

"And of course you know me," he said with a smile. "Cums-A-Lot," he said.

Jess laughed at the name and I watched him move towards her. 

Unlike the others, instead of kissing her he pulled her in front of him, her back against his chest as she faced the other men sitting or standing around the bed. Once again morbidly mesmerized, I watched as Jason moved his hands around Jess' bare waist, sliding up her stomach to her torso where he proceeded to grip her breasts, massaging them through her scant top right in front of the crowd of Junior Partners of my very own firm, grinding his pelvis into her ass.

Jess tilted her head back into Jason's shoulder in response, although she continued looking and smiling at the men in front of her while she visibly gasped. 

My mouth was literally hanging open as I watched my best friend and Junior Partner of the firm openly grope my wife's chest, kneading her wielding flesh between his fingers like dough.

I had tunnel vision, completely unaware of what was around me as I could only stare in shock and awe at what I was seeing. The entire house and garage could have caught on fire and burned and I would not have noticed.

I never had any indication of my wife being unfaithful, and my heart sunk into my gut as it pounded out my desperation. I had a mixture of feelings—shock, disappointment, betrayal, trepidation, humiliation—all of these and more enveloped my body.

It was then I became aware of other emotions, darker and more sinister emotions of excitement, anticipation, desire, lust, and exhilaration.

My pulse was beating fast, not just from the negative emotions, but ones I could only identify as excited ones. Shifting my seat, I was suddenly conscious of my rock-hard cock poking into my jeans while staring at the video on the screen.

Jess' breasts were continuously manipulated by Jason and I watched as she finally raised her head, looking at each of the men with a smile as her body was groped by Jason.

His hands still massaging her breasts, I heard Jason say, "We decided since you could not have the release from your long time slumber by your absent Prince Charming, your faithful dwarves would help you out," he told her as he suddenly pulled her top down, exposing Jessica's breasts to the guys in front of her!

The men all cheered at my wife's bared chest as I gaped at the laptop in open astonishment, transfixed as Jason slowly pushed Jess towards the bed. 

Reaching the foot of the bed, I watched as he turned her around to face him before slowly pushing her back, laying her down on the bed, her breasts still exposed to everybody in the room as they pointed straight up to the ceiling!

Harry Rudd—who Jason had earlier introduced as Promiscuous, who I recognized by being the oldest Junior partner—stood over Jess holding the gravy pourer containing the hot fudge. 

Looking down at her, he said, "If I remember right, you enjoyed hot wax poured on your tits, but this will be much tastier," he said, tilting the gravy train and pouring the steaming chocolate upon my wife's bared breasts!

Jess immediately cried out—but not from pain, instead recognizing her exclamation as that of sheer pleasure. I then watched as Harry bent down on the bed and ripping off his beard, lowered his mouth to Jess' chocolate-covered left breast. 

Looking on in amazement, Jess gasped as her breast was sucked into the man's mouth, immediately groaning in arousal as I vividly imagined his tongue and teeth assaulting her nipple.

"What the fuck?" I muttered again. "When has she ever met Harry?" I asked myself, unaware of Jess ever crossing paths with Harry. He was much too old to have known Jess in school—and yet he seemed completely familiar with her acceptance to breast torture. 

Then I recalled the comment made by Jason about my interview period, wondering what the hell had happened then.

In complete horror I watched as another of the Junior Partners, Paul Fleming, pulled down his bright green dwarf shorts, his large cock springing free as he climbed on the opposite side of the bed, moving towards my wife's head.

In my agitated mind I remembered Jason introducing him as Well-hung, agreeing with the name as he guided his at-least-ten-inched dick to my wife's mouth.

Just before he reached her opened lips, one of the other guys tossed him the canister of whipped cream, which he proceeded to squirt onto his massive erection before moving it closer to Jess' face. Jess did not say a word as she opened her lips, the man slowly inserting inch by inch of his whip creamed covered cock into my wife's mouth! 

Whipped cream smeared across Jess' face as she began to fervently suck Paul's manhood, moving forward steadily as his cock filled more and more of my bride's mouth.

Absently I watched as another Junior Partner, Dan Hunter, moved beside Paul and bent down, taking Jess' other breast into his mouth.

Meanwhile Greg Johnson had pulled up Jess' skirt and began slowly pulling down her ruffled panties, revealing beneath them a small white laced thong. 

Then, spreading her legs, I could just make out the folds of her slit on each side of the thong as he too pulled off his beard and lowered his face between her legs. 

Jess let out a loud moan around the cock in her mouth in response to the Junior Partner eating her out and I watched, my view obscured by his body and head as her hips began bucking.

It was as if I were living in a different world, barely able to grasp reality as I watched one of my friends and co-workers eat out my wife, while she sucked another's cock, and two more suckled her chocolate-coated breasts!

I watched the screen in horror as the rest of the men slowly began to undress, standing around the bed with their cocks all pointing up as if in anticipation.

I watched as Greg moved out from between Jess' legs, sliding her skirt and petticoat off of her, the white G-string panties hugging her hips as he suddenly ripped the material off her, throwing it across the room behind him.

Soon they were all naked, seven men and my wife—or at least naked for all intents and purposes. The men peculiarly had all left on their dwarven hats, a few even keeping their beards on, while Jess still wore her white thigh-high stockings and blue and yellow high-heeled shoes.

Seeing her naked except for her stockings and shoes, bow, and collar, while a group of naked, erect men surrounded her I felt my cock harden as the men began rotating who was on the bed, my wife alternatingly sucking one after another—my coworkers and friends—while others alternated eating her out.

This continued for quite a few minutes, and eventually the inevitable moment happened. Like watching a train wreck, helpless to do anything about it, I stared at the screen as Jason finally climbed on the foot of the bed, his cock sticking straight out from his body as he moved between Jess' legs. Lifting her legs to his shoulder, he arched her up as one of the other guys placed a pillow beneath her ass.

As my mind screamed "No!" I watched him move his hips forward, guiding his rock-hard cock into my wife's pussy.

Jessica immediately let out the loudest moan thus far around the cock in her mouth—Greg Johnson's currently—as her body arched seductively on the screen as my best friend's hips began thrusting back and forth, fucking my beautiful wife.

I watched as Jess began moving her hips in return, meeting each of his thrusts, her mouth never faltering around the cock being fed past her lips as she was steadily and repeatedly impaled by my best friend's member.

Within a few minutes Jason began to speed up, the sounds of slurping and his pelvis slapping against her thighs filling the room, accompanied by the moans of both the men and my wife. 

Suddenly Jason stiffened, and I realized in horror he was cumming, emptying his release into my wife's pussy!

My wife. My bride. My spouse. The woman who had pledged her life, and obeisance to me in a holy church, took another man's load of cum in her pussy.

Jess merely moaned as Jason pumped his seed into her before finally moving back, leaving her legs splayed open on the bed.

Without hesitation Greg Johnson took his place, entering my wife with a single stroke as he too began earnestly fucking her, Jess once again moving her hips to meet each thrust.

Unlike Jason, Greg spread her legs wide opened, two of the guys grasping them and holding them apart as if she were a wishbone, Greg's cock continuing to drive in and out of my wife's pussy, now clearly visible to the camera.

I continued to watch in fascination, unaware of the time or my surroundings as my wife was repeatedly degraded, sucked, and fucked by each and every one of the Junior Partners of my firm. One after another took their place between her legs, fucking her until cum seeped freely from between her legs, none of them even pausing as they changed places in her cunt.

Over and over they continued, some fucking her more than once.

After most of the men had fucked her on her back, I watched as Paul Fleming got onto the bed and laid on his back next to her, his huge erection pointing straight in the air. Without speaking a word the other men pulled Jess up, lifting and guiding her to straddle Paul. In disbelief I watched as she slowly lowered herself upon his impressive hard cock, her body rocking as she began to ride him vigorously.

Meanwhile the other men in the room fondled her tits, her ass, touching her all over her body.

And like a fool I sat in my garage watching as my wife fucked first him, then Bill Merle, riding them insatiably, her body bouncing up and down, forward and backwards, her tits bouncing haphazardly in response.

Eventually they placed her upon her hands and knees, and I watched as Harry Rudd moved behind her, preparing to take her from behind doggie-style. Still amazed at her actions, even after fucking all the men in the room at least once, I stared in astonishment as Jess' body arched beautifully, sticking out her pelvis, watching as Harry slammed roughly into her.

I could only stare as his body slammed into her ass over and over, Jess' body moving back and forth, meeting each thrust vigorously while she continued to take another cock—Greg Johnson's—into her mouth.

I once again realized I was hard as a rock. Being alone in the garage, too much in an 'I don't give a fuck' mood, I pulled out my cock and slowly began stroking it, watching as each of the Partners proceeded to move behind my wife and shove their cocks into her already well-used pussy.

At one point the youngest Partner in the firm, Peter Ornithson, another of my 'so-called friends,' grasped Jess' hips, fucking her for all she was worth as she sucked on Jason's cock. As I watched his cock slam into her over and over, without warning I came, my ejaculate shooting across the laptop keyboard and my hand, grunting in unison with Peter's grunts as my wife's body jiggled and shook, fucked relentlessly.

A break in the fucking came when Bill Merle moved behind Jess. 

Slapping her ass and getting her attention, he smiled at her and said, "You remember last time?" he asked.

My mind blanked out in a complete void as I heard my wife and lover say, "As long as you brought lube this time," she said, actually smiling when Bill held up a bottle.

I watched in horror as he squirted first his cock, and then the crack of Jess' ass with the bottle before he moving behind her. 

Propping himself up on one leg, I watched as he spread her ass cheeks apart and moved his cock forward.

"Oh my God," I gasped, realizing he was about to fuck my wife's ass.

Jess' body arched, her head tilting as she looked up to the ceiling shouting, "Oh yes!"

In dismay I watched as Bill slid his entire cock into my wife's asshole, waiting until she nodded as he then began fucking her ass, Jess moaning loudly in response.

"Jesus Christ," I heard Dan Hunter say to Jason, "If I'd known that was on the table I'd have brought some lube too," he said.

The others laughed as they all stood around and watched Bill Merle, Junior Partner to my law firm, a man I had lunch with almost daily, screw my wife's ass, his hard cock sliding in and out of her rectum, his cock filling her bowels. 

And Jess groaned and rocked even more vigorously than when the guys were fucking her cunt!

Suddenly Jess' body began shaking and I realized she was cumming, as Bill Merle grunted one more time and slammed his cock into her, holding her hips still as he finally came inside my wife's ass.

I could only watch unmoving, my deflating cock still in hand, unmoving as I slowly came to grips with my wife having been sucked and fucked by every Junior Partner in the firm, several of them twice, and one in her ass. The insides of her thighs were wet, soaked with cum and sweat, while her face, hair, and back were matted with similar loads of the men's ejaculate.

The camera continued filming even after all of them finished exacting their lust upon my wife, and I watched in silence as they cleaned themselves off with towels from the bathroom before getting dressed and eventually leaving the room. 

Soon there was only Jason and Greg remaining. 

Jess was lying on the bed on her back, her legs spread as cum visibly leaked from her pussy in full view of the camera, her body glistening with cum, sweat, saliva, and traces of chocolate and whipped cream.

"Just like old times," she said to them with a smile.

I stared in shock as Jason and Greg laughed, both echoing her words, "Just like old times," they repeated as they climbed into bed next to her.

I watched dumbfounded as Jess turned on her side, spooning with both men on each side as they all eventually fell asleep.

My mind was in shock as I watched them sleeping for a few more minutes before I fast forwarded the video, observing both men again taking turns fucking Jess later in the night. 

I realized the video had gone on for over six hours, my wife and two friends sleeping and fucking once more before they both finally left her alone in the room. 

The rest of the video showed Jess sleeping until she woke up, going into the bathroom and the sound of a shower turning on.

I was about to end the video, seeing only a few minutes left and knowing little else would happen when I heard her cell phone ring. 

Running out of the bathroom, her magnificent body shining with the moisture from the shower I heard her say, "Hey honey," realizing it was me calling her the day after.

"Oh, the party went fine. Jason and everybody took really good care of me," she said over the phone. 

I remembered at the time being pleased the members had been nice to her, now finally understanding what truly happened as she continued. 

"I think they were all impressed enough to consider you for the Junior Partner position," she said as she dripped water upon the floor.

I vaguely remembered the call, only now realizing the hidden meanings to her words.

The video finally ended, and I sat staring at the blank screen for several more minutes before finally ejecting the DVD, placing it my pocket as I made my way out of the garage. 

I cannot even begin to explain the emotions that were running through me, not even sure if I was upset or not. 

I watched the video several times that night, orgasming each time as my feelings continued to remain in a jumble, the idea of being so betrayed battling with my fantasy of Jess fucking another man, the thoughts bouncing through my head as I relived the scene over and over.




Grim Fairy Tales Ch. 01



I wondered if it were her first time cheating on me—then recalled the comments made by some of the men about my interview. Suddenly I wanted to know and see more—both for peace of mind, as well as excitement as my eagerness.

Wondering if there were more videos similar to that one, I spent the next two days cleaning the garage, almost an obsession, searching for other recordings. And in between cleaning I watched the video of my little Snow White over and over, cumming several times each day as she was service several years ago by her Seven Dwarves, my very own co-workers who used her over and over...



Grim Fairy Tales Ch. 02



Author's Note: This story is a bit different than some of my others, hopefully not having any long-winded plot. It started off as a short (for me at least) spank story. Some may like it, some may not. It is a hot wife type story and a cuckold, so if you do not enjoy such things, move on... The Prologue is pretty much the same as previous chapters, so if you have read the previous submissions of this story, you can safely move to the main chapter section.

Grim Fairy Tales

Prologue

My wife is extremely beautiful and sexy. I know every story here starts off that way, but imagine Ashley Benson with a 35C-23-32 athletic figure—and not afraid to show it off. 

When she was in college, Jessica was a wild child, the word 'promiscuous' not even coming close to how she describes herself, but I did not know her then. I never pried into her past, merely happy a girl as gorgeous as her could fall for a guy like me. I knew she had slept with other men—she had even hinted the numbers being more than I could possibly guess—but again, although my curiosity was piqued, I decided to let the past be the past, happy she ended up with somebody like myself.

It is not that I was not a good catch. Professionally I am currently in my mid-forties and the youngest senior partner at a prestigious law firm dealing in corporate law, making an almost seven figure salary. Our practice primarily specializes in mergers and acquisitions—our lawyers and legal representatives being the intermediaries to verify both sides are treated equitably.

Due to the time involved in such actions, I have spent more than my share of time at the office and travelling, having to leave my wife alone. Work has obviously impacted our lives, particularly our sex life, although my wife Jessica has never complained, stating she is happy with the attention she receives. Little did I know it was not necessarily attention I was giving her!

I state this not to condone her actions, but to admit I may have had a role in what has happened through the years.

I am an average looking guy, though not necessarily in the best of shape—being stocky with a minor beer belly and slightly premature grey hair—but I am not ugly either. I could get a more svelte figure by spending spare time working out like some of the other partners; however, I spend enough time at the job, I do not need to neglect my gorgeous wife any more than she already has been.

I had originally gotten into the firm with the help of knowing a couple of buddies I had gone to law school with. At the time of my application and interviewing process I did not know they had gone to undergraduate school with Jess, so had no knowledge of them knowing her, but I learned over the years they and several other of the partners had gone to the same college and had crossed paths with her, and I now know that had played a big part in me being hired, but I get ahead of myself.

I met most of my buddies during law school at Columbia, and it was during that time I met Jessica and we fell in love. As I look back, even had I known any of my friends had gone to the same school as her, Northwestern University was a large school, and the chances of them meeting or crossing paths was low. Having gone to the local Community College where I did not know many people, It was unlikely for them to have been acquainted at a university over five times that size, so I had no awareness of anybody knowing my wife—socially or physically.

That they did know her shows what a small world it is, as our practice in New York is a far cry from Illinois, even though the firm employs lawyers from all over the world.

But I digress. In as brief terms as possible I have found out my wife is a slut, that I am a cuckold. Now all that being said, she is not a slut in the sense of 'hangs out in bars and picks up strange men' or even the homebody who fucks the neighbor or delivery man. She has not had a steady affair with anybody. In fact, my wife remains faithful for years between her transgressions, but like a recurring alcoholic, goes on binges once in a rare moon where she completely lets down her hair—or panties as the case may be.

Jessica has always had an insatiable libido and is very open with her sexuality. I mentioned how she was quite the deviant in undergraduate school, but again, never pried into her past. I knew she had gotten around a bit, but had never thought it would ever cross over into our marriage.

The stories I am relating I have learned over several years. In some cases I found out purely by accident, in others I was told directly. My wife is not aware of my knowledge of her affairs, and as I am a bit in turmoil as to what to do. In some ways I am excited at other men find her so irresistible and sexy, while in other ways I feel betrayed. I am very well some men would have kicked her out long ago, and if you are one of those, you probably should not bother reading this story. I am still in love with my wife and she is in love with me. I have come to grips with the knowledge that for her these dalliances are purely physical, and once they occur she is content and does not stray for a considerable time. Judge me how you will, I hope you at least understand my view as I relate these happenings.

This second incident occurred around the same time as discovering the first—although technically the first incident happened over a dozen years ago. As you will see, this is not similar to the first incident, so I again I am uncertain what to do after learning about it, somewhat shrugging it off as being irrelevant. 

At the time of this writing Jessica and I had been married for over fifteen years, her having gone out of town to visit some friends for a bachelorette party...

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Chapter 02 -- Cinderella and her Three Step-Sisters

Jessica came home Memorial Day evening from her visit with her girlfriends and their bachelorette party. While she had been gone over the weekend I cleaned out our garage of stuff accumulated over the years, as well as completing several 'honey do' items Jess had given me before she left.

While cleaning out our junk in the garage I discovered a DVD containing a video of my beautiful wife having sex with all seven Junior Partners of my law firm around the time I had gotten a promotion about fifteen years ago!

How does one handle finding out his wife is a slut; has cheated on you; that you are a cuckold? The incident occurred many years ago when I was up for a Junior Partner position at our law firm, so by the time I found the tape, I had been a Junior Partner for over a decade. At the time of writing this memoire I am now a Senior Partner, so it has been quite a few years.

And to answer the inevitable question, yes, Jessica and I are still together.

I basically had to ask myself the question 'Had I been happy for the last fifteen years?'

Some men would have kicked her out. Some would have accosted her with the evidence, asking for a reason, an excuse—a simple 'Why?'

Me? As my wife came through the door in a short skirt and tank top, I took her hand and led her up to the bedroom where we made love and fucked non-stop for several hours. I came five times with her having waves upon waves of multiple orgasms. 

I made love to her, I fucked her, and I relished every moment we were together.

Each time I thought I was finished, the image of her being gangbanged by my co-workers caused be to get hard again and I had to have her.

As we lay in bed together, sweat covering our bodies and soaking the sheets—along with other fluids—both of us panting and attempting to catch our breaths, my wife looked over to me.

"Wow, what was THAT about?" she asked with a grin.

I looked at her, the woman of my life, with full knowledge of her infidelity those many years ago and simply said, "I missed you."

Jess laughed as she stretched her body, her breasts taut as she arched her back, working out the kinks from me bending her in a variety of positions.

Without hesitation I leaned over and took a nipple into my mouth, her groan of pleasure filling the bedroom as I teased her even more.

After a few minutes of torturing her nipples she pushed me away, looking at me accusingly. 

"Wait a minute. Is this some ruse to butter me up before you tell me you didn't do anything on the list?" she asked.

I smiled, answering, "Actually, I finished over half of the list," I told her proudly.

Jess looked at me quizzically. 

"Even the garage?" she asked with obvious doubt.

I smiled, telling her "Especially the garage."

Jess smiled and leaned into me, giving me a deep longing kiss as I once again felt my body respond, wondering if I could manage number six.

Over the long weekend many feelings had flown through me. At first there was the usual sadness, anger, and betrayal, as well as humiliation, dishonesty, and so forth at finding out my wife had been unfaithful. But later on, as I began to think about the almost twenty years we had spent together, I knew Jessica had not been unfaithful the entire time—or even any length of time. To my knowledge such a thing had only happened once, and although there might have been a possibility of it having happened again, I had no evidence. I knew deep in my heart Jess was not involved in any ongoing affair.

If I had to blame anybody, it was my co-workers, the men who had set Jess up. If it had not been for them and the fact they were the ones promoting me, I was pretty certain Jess would never have strayed. In a sense she had felt it an obligation to assist my promotion in any way possible—even at the cost of her fidelity.

In a perverted line of reasoning Jess' infidelity was not due to loving somebody else, but instead, it was for her love for me. I had done a lot of soul searching and finally had to admit our marriage has always been a good one. We rarely fought and I myself had been away from her more than with her as I had placed my career over even my marriage, so I knew some small measure of blame was my own, leaving her alone and abandoning her to my job had to have impacted our lives.

In the end, I loved my wife, and based upon her day-to-day actions—not counting the video—Jessica loved me. 

I finally convinced myself she had slept with the partners of the firm for my advancement.

I had to look at things in a 'glass is half full' attitude because doing anything less would be short-changing all the years and happy moments we had together.

So our lives went on, and if tonight was any indication, our sex life was even better off because of what happened.

Tuesday morning I went to work as usual. I did not know how to handle being around some of the men I had thought for years as being my friends, only to have found out they had all gangbanged Jess, treating her like nothing more than a whore at a bachelor party.

Our company was in the midst of merging with another firm—and yes, we all saw the humor in a law firm that handled mergers merging with another firm that handled mergers. As such, there were going to be six Senior Partners. 

As such, most of us Junior Partners knew there would not be any elevations to Senior Partner for several years. There was still a chance of advancement, as although the merger shared the same corporate name, profits, and whatnot, the two planned to remain fairly autonomous, and our three Senior Partners had already mentioned considering a fourth or even fifth member; however, even though the other firm remained on the west coast managed by their original three Senior Partners, the sudden elevation from three to six did not bode well for any immediate promotions.

My plan with my co-workers was similar to how I was treating Jessica, to move on and attempt the 'nothing happened' attitude. That being said, when lunchtime came and I was sitting at our usual table in the cafeteria with Jason, Greg, and a few of the other Junior Partners, I did not partake any conversation, remaining quiet as they all laughed and kidded normally.

Every time I looked at one of them, I saw them in a fake white beard, fucking my wife, or being sucked off by her. And to my embarrassment, it made me rock hard all through lunch as I listened to them talking.

The current topic of discussion, as with any 'Monday'—although this was Tuesday it had been a three-day weekend—was what everybody had done over the weekend. 

Apparently two of the guys—both single—had gone out of town, hitting every strip club between here and Pittsburg. They were currently discussing each girl they saw dance or—in the case of four of the girls—received blowjobs or hand jobs.

"I'm telling you, this was the hottest stripper I had ever seen," Thomas Donovan, a newer Junior Partner to the firm was saying. "And holy Christ did she give the most amazing hand job," he said.

Tom may have been single, but he was now engaged, his wedding planned in a couple more months. This trip was going to be one of his last flings in his single life.

Mostly ignoring them, I continued to eat, not interested as each buy at the table discussed the hottest stripper they each had ever seen over the years.

Because his voice was the loudest, I heard Jason state, "I bet she wasn't half as good or hot as that piece of ass we knew at Northwestern."

The table got suddenly quiet, unusual enough that I finally looked up from my salad, seeing several of the guys attempting to be indiscrete as they look at me out of the corners of their eyes.

At first I wondered what the hell they were looking at, until it suddenly dawned upon me he had stated 'at Northwestern,' a slight suspicion coming to me as I wondered with a certain amount of probability that he was talking about Jess.

"Shit, she had a body to kill for—and could suck the paint off the wall," he said with a laugh, resuming the conversation to break the silence.

"I don't know," Tom was saying. "This girl was the probably best I had ever been with," he laughed. "Except Julie of course," he finished after a moment with a blush, mentioning his fiancée's name as everybody laughed.

"I doubt she was as good as the bitch Jason is taking about," Greg Johnson spoke up. "Hell, I remember this one fraternity party where we hired her and she ended up fucking the whole house!" he laughed as I once again noticed him and Jason glancing at me.

Where they talking about Jessica, I wondered? They obviously had some inside joke at my expense, but I was uncertain if they were only attempting to goad me into saying Jessica went to Northwestern or they actually were talking about my wife.

I knew Jess had been a wild and willing girl during undergraduate school, but had never pried into her it. I was content with letting the past stay in the past, not caring if she had been the school slut—which the guys could have been hinting at—or the most innocent girl around.

Yet hearing them talk after seeing the video of my wife acting like a complete whore for them, I began to wonder. Jessica had never said anything about stripping during school, although again, I did not inquire. Even at my own school I knew of several girls who had danced to pay their way through school, and stripping did not necessarily indicate a slut—the few girls I knew had actually been quite religious, yet still had stripped for tuition.

The conversation moved on as a few other guys talked about their weekend when I once again noted silence. 

Looking up, I saw everybody's face turned to me as I asked, "What?"

Paul Fleming laughed, repeating himself, "I said, what did you do over the weekend?"

"Ah, he probably spent the entire time in the sack with that beautiful wife of his," Jason laughed.

I shook my head, again trying to push out the thought that this man, who I had called best friend, had also been 'in the sack' with my beautiful wife as I answered, "Actually, Jess went out of town to visit some girlfriends," I told them, "so I stayed home and fixed up the house."

Greg made a whipping noise as his hand jerked forward and back in the imitation of a whip, saying, "Damn, if we knew you were bacheloring it for the weekend we would have planned to go out one night!" he said.

"Bah," Jason said in response. "Jim is so devoted to that wife of his he would have stayed home anyways. Let me guess," he asked looking at me, "she gave you a List?" he said with intent.

I smiled sheepishly as they all laughed.

The rest of the day, as well as the next several weeks, went on as usual. I never doubted Jess' love for me, and slowly began to accept and act normal being around men who had slept with my wife. It was obviously difficult to keep such thoughts out of my mind, but once again I had to remember it had been almost fifteen years ago, and there was nothing to be done about it now. What happened had happened, and we all had to live with it.

Several weeks later I was home a few hours early while Jess was at an aerobics class. I was watching the news while reviewing some papers on an up-and-coming merger between two oil companies in Saudi Arabia when I was momentarily startled at the sudden ringing of the doorbell. 

Answering the door, there was a young delivery man holding a small package.

"I have a package for a Mrs. Jessica Thomas?" the man asked me, reading the label.

"I'll take it," I told him, "I'm her husband."

The man pulled back from my extended hand saying, "I'm sorry sir, the package is addressed to Mrs. Thomas so she has to sign for it as the authorized signature," he told me.

Any other time I would have said the heck with it and told the man to come back tomorrow; however, it had been 'one of those days' and my inner lawyer was out in force.

I looked at the man slightly exasperated saying, "Look, I'm her husband, so I can sign for the package," I repeated.

"Husband or not sir, it is not our policy to allow alternate signatures when specifically stated," he told me, as if reciting a manual; which was probably true, looking like he was new to his position.

I smiled at the man as I asked, "Let me guess, you're new?" seeing his affirmative nod. "Well, I am a lawyer, and a husband has the legal right to sign any document in place of their spouse and vice versa. In fact, it is a breach of jurisprudence to deny such a request," I bullshitted to him.

The idea of Jess getting a package was not unusual, as she often ordered clothes and shoes online; however, a package requesting only her signature and not simply somebody at the resident was unusual enough to pique my curiosity. That the sender specifically requested only Jessica's signature stirred my inner lawyer sense and my curiosity got the best of me.

"I don't know," the young kid said, and hearing the doubt in his voice, I knew I had him.

"I'll tell you what," I told him good naturedly. "You can give me the package and simply move on. If anybody asks, you can just say it got lost and nobody is the wiser, that way you won't get in trouble for accepting somebody else's signature," I smiled at him. "And I'm sure you do not want to go to court over this," I told him, raising my right eyebrow, "since it is my legal right to sign for my own wife. I'm sure the package is insured, and things like this get lost all the time, so you won't get into any trouble, particularly since you are new," I again smiled amicably at him.

I had no basis for my comments or threats, but the guy was starting to piss me off, and the idea of my wife getting a package specifically for her was again, unusual.

Visibly contemplating his job as a delivery person, the kid reluctantly handed me the package, before turning around and walking back to his truck as I closed the door.

The package was from Mary Johnson, Jess' girlfriend she had visited a few weeks ago for a bachelorette party and whose wedding we had attended the following week after Memorial Day. Jess had been the maid-of-honor, so I assumed the package was her bridesmaid's gift, which explained why it had been sent specifically to my wife.




Grim Fairy Tales Ch. 02



Not thinking any more about it, I set the small cardboard envelope package on the bureau we usually put our mail upon and resumed what I had been doing in the living room; however, my mind and eyes kept returning to the package and the delivery guy's comments about how the package was only supposed to go to Jess.

Glancing for about the fifth time at the package on the foyer table, I noted it was a small thin cardboard box similar to the type you got when ordering movies. 

With the recent discovery of the other video still on my mind, my curiosity won out as I stood up and walked over to the table.

It is funny how one event can change how you act towards everything else the rest of your life. Had my wife not asked me to clean the garage and go through her own stuff, I would have never found the video of Jess and my co-workers having sex. If I had not found that DVD this weekend, I would have left the package sitting on the table and given it to Jess when she got home, without ever wondering what was in it; however, due to all those previous events, that was no longer the case.

My wife had slept with my co-workers years ago for my promotion when I had been out of town. Now, alone with her girlfriends from college—where they had all been party girls—I began to wonder what had she done with her girlfriends.

Suddenly Jason's comments over lunch about the stripper at Northwestern who had slept around came back in my mind. The inference had obviously been focused on me, and although I had been trying to get the DVD I had found—now locked within my personal safe—out of my mind, there were still moments like this where doubt overwhelmed me.

Picking up the box, I saw it was simply sealed with a gummy adhesive, so gently pulling on the flap, I was able to pry open the lid. 

My heart suddenly stopped. Again I thought about how one event can change how you react for the rest of your life as I looked inside the package. Inside was a DVD case and piece of paper, which I pulled out and seeing it was a written letter by Mary, read:





Grim Fairy Tales Ch. 02



"Holy fuck, you made eight grand?" Jennifer said to Susan's nod.

"And got laid doing it," Susan said.

"I didn't have to strip at the club for the rest of that year," Jess said proudly.

I could only look at the screen in shock. My wife had fucked a fraternity of frat guys? 

I knew she had been wild in undergrad, she had even hinted as much, but I had never imagined such things happening. In my small Community College the girls who stripped only went topless, and I knew of none of them giving private shows or 'extras,' using the term the girls had used.

"So what happened, do tell!" Jennifer said.

"Fuck telling," Mary said, "the whole thing was filmed," she laughed, looking over to my wife. "What the hell did you do with that tape?" she asked Jess.

Jess shrugged saying, "I think it's in a box somewhere with all my other NU stuff," she said.

"Jesus Christ Jess, you keep it around your husband? What if he finds it?" Susan asked, clearly concerned.

My wife shrugged again, her tits bouncing with the motion as she said, "I trust Jim, implicitly. He doesn't snoop around my things and I don't snoop around his. It's about trust, and I love and trust him. Besides, I've tried to mention things about my past so many times to the point where I've given up. He doesn't want to hear it," she said to the girls' obvious surprise. "To him, the past should remain in the past, and we both abide by that," she said. 

My heart again felt warmed at her words; however, I confess as much as I never wanted to know about my wife's past, my mind was moving a thousand miles a second trying to remember where her Northwestern college stuff was stored! Maybe in the attic?

"I both don't want to and want to see that," Jennifer admitted as the other girls giggled.

"It's quite impressive," Mary nodded, "and would probably make a mint even on the market today," she said laughing. "One of the guys at the house was apparently a closet videophile and actually did a great job with the recording," she told the other girl.

"Oh my God, you've seen it?" Jennifer asked.

"We're BFF's," Jess said as if that explained everything, giving Mary a hug.

Turning to look at Jennifer Jess said, "If I find it, I'll send it to you. I'm not ashamed of what happened, and if Jim ever asked, I'd tell him, but as I said, he's had no interest in my past and accepts me for who I am now," she told Jennifer, getting another hug from Mary.

Suddenly the doorbell rang and Susan stood up, "OK, enough bullshitting, it's time for the real fun to begin!" she announced, going to answer the door.

My first thought was a male stripper had arrived, but as the video showed, several men and a woman entered, the men wheeling hand carts with several boxes on them.

"What the hell is this?" Mary asked laughing.

Jess spoke up, "Well, you said no strippers. In fact, your exact words were 'If I have a naked man in front of me I'm going to fuck him, and I don't want to do that to Tim before our wedding,' am I right?" Jess asked.

Mary nodded, still looking at the boxes.

"Well, if we couldn't have a man here," Jess said, "we figured we would get the next best replacement," she laughed mysteriously.

"You ordered five cases of vibrators?" Mary asked jokingly.

The woman came over and handed a thick notebook to Jess, as well as having her sign several papers before she left, her only comment being, "Enjoy, girls!"

Mary once again asked what was in the boxes and Jess opened up the notebook. 

Taking a mock recital stance she stated loudly, "For tonight's enjoyment, we have booked our own do-it-yourself Adult Toys Party!" she announced.

The other girls squealed as Mary asked, "Such things exist?"

I myself had never heard of such a thing, but Jess and Susan seemed to know all about it.

"Of course they do," Susan said as if it were a silly question. "It's like a Tupperware party only with dildos," she laughed.

"The only caveats given to us were that anything opened or used we have to purchase," she said, "but if we purchase at least five hundred dollars' worth of merchandise we get a fifty-percent discount on the party," Jess said with a grin. "Hell, looking through their catalogue online, I think we'll all spend at least that much each," she laughed with all the other girls.

Reading from the notebook in her hands, Jess said, "Welcome to the Secret Surprise Party package. To make this party special for all your friends, we recommend following the guide in order, displaying the items as they are listed. It is often fun for volunteers in your party to serve as a models for lingerie and various other accoutrements; however, please be advised any items damaged or opened from sealed containers are charged to your account and purchased," she stated.

"Fuck that," Mary stated with aplomb, "we're opening everything," she announced as the other girls nodded in agreement. "Hell, one of my bridesmaids' husbands makes almost a mil a year," she said looking pointedly at Jess who stuck her tongue out. "Well, it's true!" Mary said in response. "Besides, everything here can't cost that much," she stated.

"I told you!" Susan told Jess excitedly.

"What are you going on about?" Mary asked as Susan, who nodded her head towards Jess. "I told Jess you would want to try everything. It was an option when we ordered, but out girl jess didn't think you would be that interested," she laughed, "so went with the 'pay as you go' option," she laughed.

Marry held her hands to her heart, saying to my wife, "I am crushed that you don't know me so well," she sniffed mockingly at Jess. "So what's it all cost now?" she asked.

Jess laughed, "Well, Susan was rather persistent," she said at the other woman's laugh.

"And I had the deciding vote!" Jennifer stated.

"So we bought the whole package," Jess finished to Mary's squeal of delight.

"So who's our model?" Mary asked.

Susan and Jennifer both shouted, "Jess!" and my wife laughed.

"Fuck that," my wife said to them. "Since we bought everything, it's only fair we split it up. There are twenty lingerie samples, so we each get five," she said.

The other girls once again squealed in agreement.

I could not take my eyes from the screen as I watched each of them take a pile of cellophane wrapped packages. 

They then played a quick game of Rock-Paper-Scissors to decide the order to model, stating they would each take turns, changing in the bathroom while the others read the description of the item.

Mary, the bride-to-be, was first, stepping out of the bathroom in black, one-piece teddy. Although Jess was undisputedly the most beautiful woman in the room, seeing Mary clad in sheer lingerie—her small breasts and ass on display, was not something to miss as she posed for the other girls to their claps and laughter.

"The Stretch Laced Noire Teddy is perfect for those 'naughty nights' with you and your lover," Jess read from the catalog as Mary posed for the girls. "Featuring a convenient crotch opening, it will tease and tantalize your lover without the need to take it off for more intimate moments," she said.

"Ooh, show us that convenient crotch opening," Susan shouted while the other girls laughed.

I could only stare in fascination as Mary sat on a chair off to the side of the couch in full view of the camera and slowly spread her legs. Moving her hand down, her fingers pried open the crotch of the teddy and exposed her slit!

The other girls shrieked in enjoyment as Jess got up with a package and went into the bathroom, handing Susan the notebook as Mary moved to the couch.

I could barely contain my excitement as I reached down and released my hardened cock from my trousers, slowly stroking it as Jess—the maid of honor—came out of the bathroom wearing a red with white laced trim bustier, red thong, and white sheer stockings. 

She had kept on her silver high heels and looked stunning.

"Our Red Stretch Chemise and Thong ensemble is perfect for those 'woman in red' evenings to bring out the devil with you and your partner," Susan read with amusement. "Featuring a red with white lace trimmed satin jacquard chemise containing padded, underwire cups and laced up front detail, along with matching red G-string and stockings, this combination is sure to get the response you desire," she was saying.

I couldn't believe how sexy my wife looked, her breasts pushed up and bulging over the top of the outfit. As she turned I saw her perfectly shaped ass was bare, the red thong lost between her ass cheeks as she modeled her outfit for the other girls.

"Jesus Christ, you are so fucking hot in that Jess!" Jennifer said clapping.

"Yeah," Susan agreed. "If Jim doesn't end up ravishing you in that I will," she laughed with the other girls.

For the next forty-five minutes or so I watched as the girls, one-by-one, gave a lingerie show I would never forget. Although I loved my wife, seeing the other women dressed so provocatively—sometimes baring their breasts or asses—was not something to be missed.

My favorite outfit was Jess' last, my mouth hanging open as she walked out of the bathroom in a half bra—her breasts hanging bare above the dark red half cups—and a matching deep magenta lace panty, along with the red thigh-high stockings and silver high heels she had worn with the first outfit. 

As she moved around the room I saw a sparkle of metal flash in the light and noticed hear wearing a chain connected to the red choker around her throat, realizing the chain dropped down between her cleavage to her waist where the chain branched off to a 'Y' and connected to matching wrist cuffs!

I stared excitedly, stroking my cock, as Jennifer read the description to Jen's ensemble.

"The Red Cup Bra and Panty set consists of a red shelf bra with padded under wiring to lift your chest to the most flattering of views. The heart cut-out panty provides maximum view and availability to your lover. Combined with the matching halter with wrist restraints, this ensemble is sure to please all," Jennifer described.

I could only stare as Jess turned around, showing her bare ass revealed by a heart-shaped cut-out, a thin strip of material between her ass cheeks meeting the rest of the panty as it encircled her lower cheeks and extended between her legs. Her ass looked magnificent framed by the red laced opening, and I felt my cock almost ready to explode as I watched my wife model for her girlfriends.

Jess was about to go back into the bathroom when Mary said, "Oh no, we have to wear whatever the last item is," she said.

Jess shrugged, her breasts bobbing freely from the demi-bra as she grinned and said, "Fine, but don't blame me if you girls can't keep your eyes off me," she laughed with the other girls as she sat down.

I continued to stare at my wife's bare breasts while the other girls put on their final outfits. Mary ended up with a bright pink lace chemise and thong set with garters and matching pink stockings. The bottom of the outfit consisted of a tutu-like skirt which attached to the garter straps. She was definitely enticing to the eyes, but still not as provocative as Jess' outfit.

Susan came out in a blue satin baby-doll lingerie set opened beneath her breasts, exposing her bare stomach. Her outfit also had an 'open-crotched thong' which she proudly displayed similar to Mary earlier.

Finally, Jennifer's outfit consisted of a sheer deep purple bra, panty, and garter set. Although the outfit was extremely sexy, it was too 'normal' compared the other girls' attire, even though her panty was a sexy thong which showed off her firm bubbled ass. To me, Jennifer's skin was too light for such a deep color; however, seeing her half-naked was nothing to complain about as I watched the girls sit on the sofa in their revealing lingerie!

Jessica was without a doubt the hottest amongst them, and I smiled to myself knowing there was not a man I knew who would not want to fuck her in what she was wearing. 

I immediately sobered as the image of Jess naked in the hotel room with my co-workers fucking her pussy, her mouth, even her ass came into my mind. Trying to get the image out of my head, I focused back on the video.

"Next section," Jennifer was saying as she read from the catalog, "is Ointments, Lubricants, and Oils," she laughed as Jess got up in her half-bra and thong and brought a box to the coffee table, her breasts swaying in front of the girls as she bent over while Jennifer continued reading.

"Although it is fun to smell, taste, and feel the following products with your fingers," the hot girl read from the book, "applying them on somebody else or with your partner is recommended to ensure the mixture of body oils and odors make a proper combination when applied," she instructed.

"Why does this suddenly remind me of our Spring Break?" Susan laughed along with Mary and Jess.

"You mean the day we smeared sun tanning oil all over each other and got so preoccupied we never left the room?" Jess asked as her and Mary burst out laughing.

"OK, me and Mary and you and Jennifer can team up," Jess said, sitting close to Mary, her breasts jiggling as she bounced on the couch.

Mary pulled out a bright red, heart-shaped bottle as Jennifer announced, "The Hot Passion Raspberry massaging oil provides a slick surface for all involved, as well as the aroma and taste of fresh raspberries. Providing a warming sensation to the receiver, the giver is rewarded with the effervescent explosion of raspberries in their mouth," she giggled with the other girls.

I watched Mary get up with the bottle and move around the sectional to get behind Jess. My wife smiled and leaned forward, pulling her pony-tail to the side as Mary smiled and poured a liberal portion of the oil into her hands, rubbing them together before lowering her hands towards Jess.

I licked my lips in anticipation of watching another woman rub my wife's shoulders when my eyes widened in surprise as Mary instead reached around Jess and placed a hand over each of her bare breasts! 

Jess did nothing more than sigh as she leaned back, giving me an unobstructed view of Mary's hands massaging my wife's tits.

Jess sighed again as Mary slowly rubbed the oil into my wife's gorgeous breasts, her skin sparkling in the light as the oil smeared across her yielding teats. 

"No fair," I heard my wife moan as Mary chuckled, continuing to knead my wife's flesh.

"How's it feel?" Susan asked. 

Jess started to answer, opening her mouth when Susan laughed and suddenly interrupted her, "The oil I mean bitch, not Mary touching you. We both know how great that is," she exclaimed.

I remembered the comment about their Spring Break, wondering once again what had gone on between the girls. My wife had never expressed an interest in women, but watching these four lovely ladies dressed in skimpy lingerie sitting nonchalantly while one of them massaged my wife's chest was giving my heart palpitations.

Jess moaned before finally answering her girlfriend. 

"God, it's heating my tits up like I'm standing in front of a fire," she finally said. "I can really feel the hotness on my nipples," she said, suddenly gasping as Marry pinched both her nipples simultaneously with her thumbs and forefingers.

"Time for the taste test!" Jennifer said as the other girls laughed.

I thought Mary would simply lick her fingers, but to my wonder she moved back around to sit next to Jess, with Susan sitting on the other side. Both girls looked first at my wife, then at each other as Susan counted, "One, two, and three!" Immediately both girls bent down, each taking one of Jess' nipples into their mouths!

My wife groaned, her head falling back against the back of the sofa as her two girlfriends licked and suckleed her nipples and breasts.

"Wow, it's like an effervescent explosion of raspberries in my mouth," Susan mocked as Mary laughed, her face still sucking on my wife's breast.

"Don't lick it all off, I want a taste!" Jennifer laughed.

Mary pulled away and I watched in amazement as Susan began rubbing both of Jess' breasts, smearing the oil more as Jess' flesh protruded from between her friend's fingers. 

"Wow, it even heats up your palms," Susan stated. "I can't wait to try this on my own tits," she said with a laugh before moving away.

Jennifer sat in her place and without any hesitation bent over my wife, taking her breast in her mouth as Jess let out a yelp, crying out, "Oh God, watch it!" she exclaimed. "That heat makes them too sensitive to bite," she laughed.

Then I watched in awe as my wife took her other breast in her hand and lifting it up, bent down and licked her own nipple, her tongue stroking across the pebbled flesh.

"Wow, that actually tastes good," my wife said after a few licks. Jennifer leaned back licking her lips, nodding in agreement. "I need to take a bottle of that home for me and Jim," my wife said, then adding, "I bet it would feel great on his cock," she giggled as I felt my dick get even harder.

"Oh God, can you imagine getting fucked with that on a guy's dick?" Jennifer laughed with the other girls.

They repeated the same scenario with two more oils, Jennifer taking off her bra and going bare-chested while Susan massaged her breasts, then Jess and Mary taking turns suckling her. Mary and Susan merely pulled the tops of their lingerie to the side, giving the other girls access to their breasts as they were then licked and sucked—all in the name of 'testing' the products.

I could not believe my eyes, my cock hardening each time the girls fondled each other. There was more to it than just trying out the products, as I watched each girl fondle one another repeatedly, doing far more than the notebook directions demanded.

Although watching each girl get their breasts suck and licked was an incredible turn-on, nothing was hotter than having watched them do it to Jess the first time. A close second was watching my wife suck on each of the other girls' breasts, the images stirring my arousal more and more.

The next item Jess grabbed she announced as 'Hathor Aphrodisia Lickeurs Lube' as Susan read the description.

"This all-natural lube includes botanical emollients believed to be aphrodisiacs," she recited as all the girls 'Oohed.' "Super for people with sensitivities, it is chemical-free, containing no colors, fragrances, glycerin or parabens. Not sticky or stringy, this thick gel formula works well for both vaginal and anal play," she said, accompanied by another group set of 'Ooh's.' "Available in Coconut Orange, Chocolate Strawberry and Hazelnut Caramel," she read. 

Looking at Jess, she asked, "Which do you got?"

Jess smiled, saying, "Chocolate Strawberry," as she got down on her knees and crawled towards Mary.

Shock and excitement overwhelmed me as I watched Mary spread her legs, letting Jess crawl between them. 

Jess kneeled up and slowly unhooked Mary's garter straps before reaching around Mary's waist and slowly began pulling her thong off. Mary lifted her hips without a word, letting my wife strip her as Jess backed up to pull Mary's panties off her feet before once again spreading Mary's legs and moving between them. 

The other girls watched in almost eager anticipation—Jennifer even licking her lips—as my wife slowly re-attached the garters to Mary's stockings. 

Once finished, Jess took the bottle of lube and slowly twirled the bottle around her index and middle fingers, coating all sides. 

Then, as I and the other two girls watched, my wife lowered her hand between Mary's legs, slowly inserting her two fingers into her friend!

Mary let out a loud moan, her head falling back as my wife began to finger-fuck her best friend.

Amazed, I was speechless as I watched my wife slowly move her fingers in and out of Mary's pussy. I stared vividly at the screen as Mary then reached up and squeezed her breasts as Jess continued to slide her fingers in and out of Mary's core.




Grim Fairy Tales Ch. 02



"How is it?" Jess asked as Mary looked down at her.

"The lube or you?" she asked smiling. Before my wife could answer Mary said, "It is so slick, I didn't even need to be wet for you to slide into me easily. God, it feels great!" she gasped. "But you still haven't tasted it yet," she said with a smile.

To my astonishment Jess pulled her hand away and, hooking both her arms beneath Mary's thighs, leaned forward.

I knew the second Jess' tongue touched Mary's slit as the other woman screamed out in pleasure. "Fuck, yeah! Right there hon!" she yelled out to my wife.

Mary's body began shaking and she let out another yell, screaming out, "Fuck! Yes!" as she reached down and pulled my wife's face further into her crotch. 

I suddenly realized she was having an orgasm as my wife continued to obviously stimulate her friend with her mouth, eating her out like a professional.

The fact that my own wife was giving oral sex to her girlfriend, actually getting her off, was not lost upon my body as suddenly my cock erupted, thick jets of cum hitting the desk, spreading over my hand, and saturating my trousers.

Jess continued to suck and lick Mary's pussy for several minutes as the other woman gasped and shuddered the entire time. Finally she slowly pushed Jess' head away, saying, "No more right now, I need a rest," she apologized.

I stared as Jess smiled, her lips glistening from Mary's pussy juices as she knelt back. Then, as I watched in awe, I saw Jess kneel up and leaning forward, gave a deep French kiss to her girlfriend!

Mary and Jess' muffled moans filled the room as their mouths met, the two woman making out in front of their friends. It suddenly dawned upon me both were tasting an enticing cocktail of Mary's juices, the taste of the lube, and each other's mouth. 

I could only gaze wide-eyed at the screen as my wife and another woman made out—after my wife had given her oral sex!

Finally they broke their kiss as Mary said, "Wow, that does taste good," she laughed, as Jess gave her a final kiss and sat down next to her.

"OK, me next!" Susan said excitedly as she looked at Jennifer with a grin.

I watched as the scene between my wife and Mary was repeated, Susan going down on Jennifer. Although Jennifer obviously enjoyed the oral stimulation, she did not orgasm, and I felt a brief swell of pride knowing my wife gave good head, even to another woman.

Watching Susan eat Jennifer out and then make out was not nearly as exciting as watching my own wife perform, and I was soon on the edge of my seat as Mary reached into the box and picked up a bottle, knowing it was Jess' turn to be the receiver.

As Mary showed off the bottle, Jennifer read, "Sliquid flavored lubes start with their pure water-based formula, adding subtle flavoring and a hint of Aspartame to sweeten. Created to 'enhance, not disguise,' these lubes use plant cellulose as a thickening agent, lasting longer than most other glycerin-free lubes. Perfect for use with all sex toys and condoms, safe for all types of play. Available in Blue Raspberry, Green Apple Tart, or Cherry Vanilla," she read.

Mary announced she had the Cherry Vanilla as she looked down at Jess, who smiled back eagerly. A slow smile spread across Mary's face as she told my wife, "Since you are in chains, I think you need to be more submissive," she smiled, ordering my wife to get on her hands and knees.

Without a word my wife slid off the couch, getting into position with her back and ass to the camera.

Mary reached around Jess' waist and slowly pulled off her panties, and I stared in excitement as the string of her thong peeled out from her ass crack, soon followed by the sharp snap of it leaping away from her slit. Mary continued lowering my wife's panties past her thighs, then directed her to raise first one leg, then the other, as she seductively slipped the undergarment off my wife's high-heeled feet.

My wife was now on her hands and knees, her bottom bare before her three friends and the camera. I watched mesmerized as Mary moved away, staring at my wife's perfect backside, her ass tight and high as her mons bulged from between her legs, her shaven slit glistening with excitement before the camera.

Susan was about to say something when I saw Mary put her finger to her mouth, noticing her holding a silver metallic vibrator. Kneeling down to my wife's rear end without a word, I saw Mary point to the catalog. Susan smiled as she thumbed through the pages, finally finding the page she wanted.

I watched as Mary applied the lubricant to the vibrator. Then, before my wife was even aware of what was happening, she slid the vibrator between the folds of her slit, turning it on as Susan started reading.

"Add a bit of sparkle to your sexy time with the Marilyn Vibrator. A timeless beauty with a classic smoothie shape, the multi-speed—now with a randomizing vibrate setting—in combination with Marilyn's smooth shaft and tapered tip offer excellent internal and external stimulation. The metallic finish and 'gem' embedded base adds an element of elegance to this vintage vibrator design, while the waterproof construction makes this pleasure treasure a versatile vibe in any venue. Sleek and powerful, this little jewel has what it takes to be your next best friend."

"Oh fuck!" my wife yelled out in pleasure as Susan read the description of the vibrator and Mary began sliding it in and out of her pussy.

Mary then flicked the setting and my wife cried out again as her best friend slowly moved the vibrator in and out between the folds of Jessica's vulva. Immediately I watched as my wife's hips began moving back and forth, her own body responding to the insertion of the vibrator. 

Even from the camera's distance I could hear the soft buzzing sound of the vibrator within Jessica's core as Mary pleasured her with it.

Jess began moaning as the other girls watched intently, their eyes eager as Mary fucked my wife with the device. 

Jess' head sank down and I could see her mouth was open, breathing rapidly as the device moved in and out of her pussy, the random changes of buzzing alternating from high, medium, to a much lower pitch as Jess moaned in response.

After a couple of minutes Jess' entire body began moving back and forth, faster and faster as she impaled the device in and out of her. 

Mary responded in kind, moving the vibrator in and out of her pussy to match Jess' pace.

Suddenly my wife's body shuddered, cumming from her friend's actions as she screamed out. Immediately Mary moved her hand away, leaving the vibrator lodged within Jess' pussy as she came, the gemmed end bouncing up and down as my wife's vaginal contractions moved it erratically around it.

To my surprise the camera then zoomed in, realizing one of the girls obviously had taken control, focusing it upon Jess' pussy with the gemmed vibrator pulsing insider her. I started fascinated as each side of Jess' labia clenched and unclenched around the vibrator as a slow thick strand of fluid began seeping out of my wife's pussy, coating the vibrator until a long strand slowly extended to the ground, my wife's passionate juices leaking out of her.

I absently licked my lips as I watched Jess' body shake, multiple small orgasms overcoming her as the camera zoomed out again.

I saw Susan slam the book shut, announcing, "Ok girls, I think we can try these all out ourselves and get a feel for them," she said as Mary and Jennifer laughed.

Jess was still recovering from the effects of her orgasm when Mary pushed her side, guiding my wife to turn and lay on her back, the silver vibrator still within her pussy buzzing at random speeds.

Captivated by the scene unfolding in front of me, I watched in amazement as the other girls stripped naked, then got on the floor with my wife. Jennifer leaned over her and started making out with Jess as Susan leaned over and began suckling Jess' left breast, while Mary moved behind Jess' legs and once again began moving the vibrator slowly back and forth out of my wife's cunt.

I felt a heated wetness on my hand, realizing I was cumming, having absently stroking myself as I watched my wife being pleasured by her three friends.

Soon Mary pulled out the vibrator and lowered herself between Jess' legs, once again eating her out as Jess arched her hips. I saw her body jerk as she let out a moan, knowing from experience Mary's tongue stroked across her clit. Meanwhile she continued to be kissed by Jennifer, her breasts suckled by Susan.

I watched my wife's body begin to shudder uncontrollably once again as she was overpowered by another series of orgasms. The girls then pulled back, leaving my wife shuddering on the floor moaning as Susan pulled Jennifer to her and began kissing her, their cheeks bulging obscenely as their tongues moved in and out of each other's mouths.

Jess was still moaning, lying on the floor from Mary's oral stimulation as Susan then moved between Jennifer's legs. 

Taking a flesh-colored dildo, she sucked on it and then slowly inserted it into Jennifer's pussy. Once it was fully inside of her, Susan began slowly fucking her with the rubberized phallus.

Jess's cries slowly lessened, coming down from her throes of orgasm and I watched as Jess reached up blindly in the box and pulled out a vibrator with a corrugated shaft. In the blink of an eye she was on her knees with Mary on her back, her hand moving the vibrator rapidly in and out from between her best friend's legs. And as Jess' hand moved the vibrator in and out of her girlfriend, she gave her friend a deep kiss, their tongues exploring each other's mouths. 

Mesmerized I watched as my wife fucked her best friend vigorously.

As if choreographed, Jennifer and Mary came together, their yells filling the room with screams as their bodies wracked with shudders.

I could only stare as Jess left Mary laying on her back, legs spread and the vibrator still buried in her pussy, as she moved to Susan. 

My wife laid her other friend out on the floor and slowly moved on top of her and, taking a tube of one of the creams or ointments, squirted the entire contents onto her friend's body, before lying on top of her. I watched fascinated as my wife undulated her body, smearing the cream on both of them. 

Surprisingly, I could feel my cock hardened for a third time as I watched Jess and Susan's breasts slide across each other, their stomach's gliding over each other's. Then Susan grabbed Jess' head, their mouths meeting as they kissed, their bodies still undulating vulgarly on top of each other.

It was the most erotic thing I had ever seen as I watched my wife and her three friends, all naked, pleasure each other.

Soon Jennifer and Mary were in a sixty-nine position, each moving vibrators in and out of the other's pussies as I my wife and Susan soon were in a similar sixty-nine position, each orally pleasuring the other. 

Within only a few moments another series of orgasms wracked my wife's body as first her, then Susan came.

The girls continued satisfying each other for the next hour, alternating between each other, Jess and Jennifer pairing up while Mary and Susan entangled their bodies together.

Jess took an immediate interest in Jennifer's small breasts, suckling first one, then the other, before giving her a deep kiss.

Jennifer told Jess to lie on her stomach and I watched as she grabbed something from the box. Showing it to the other girls, I saw within her hand a large egg-shaped head, which I immediately recognized an anal plug!

I stared captivated as Jennifer proceeded to apply a thick coating of lube upon it.

My wife was still lying still, not aware of what was happening until Jennifer parted her ass cheeks. Asking for assistant, I watched Mary move over and spread my wife's ass apart as Jennifer proceeded to insert the plug into Jess!

"Oh God yes!" my wife yelled out as the plug slowly inserted into her rectum, gasping as Jennifer's hand suddenly lurched forward before moved away, realizing the entire thing was now in my wife's ass!

Meanwhile Susan came into view with the largest dildo I had ever seen. It was the length of her forearm, and her hand barely wrapped around it. The dildo was dark black, with a realistic head, shaft, and veins. 

"Anybody up for the Black Destroyer," she laughed.

"Holy shit!" Mary and Jennifer said together.

Then I heard something I will never forget as Mary said, "Jess is the only one who has ever taken anything near that size, let her have it!" she said.

Jess looked back over her shoulder, still lying on the floor with the butt plug in her ass and looked at the massive dildo. 

I could not believe my ears when I heard my wife say, "What the Hell. I'll give it a try if nobody else is going to," she said nonchalantly as the other women laughed. 

Mary helped Jess up as she looked at the large black dildo and grinned, "We do have to try all these out you know," my wife said to the other women's laughs.

Staring at the screen like I was watching somebody I never knew, I saw Susan place the large mammoth dildo on the table, the gross phallus standing straight up while she applied a heavy coat of lubricant. The huge cock-shaped toy stood up like a Negro giant was lying under the table and I stared, still in shock, as my beautiful wife straddled the coffee table, poising herself over the massive black cock. 

Slowly she bent her knees, lowering herself over the large phallus.

"Oh," she gasped as the head touched her slit and the dildo shifted. "Can you hold it still?" she asked as both Mary and Susan grasped the base of the shaft, neither of their hands able to wrap around the whole thing.

In stunned silence I watched as Jess began lowering herself onto the black phallus, arching her back as her head lifted to the ceiling, hearing her cry out, "Oh my God, that feels so fucking good!" she shouted.

I watched as Jennifer moved for a better view.

"Jesus, I can't believe you got the head of it inside you," Jennifer exclaimed as Mary and Susan both looked on, still holding the dildo in place. "Honey, that's going to ruin you for Jim if you keep that up," Jennifer told Jess in surprise.

"Nonsense," Jessica said. "I've had just as big before and he's never said a word," she said to my shaken ears.

Hearing her words, I knew that what I had hoped to have been only a one-time thing, her infidelity had happened at least one other time.

Slowly, ever so slowly, Jess lowered herself down, the large fat phallus moving deeper and deeper into her half-inch by half-inch, until after a few minutes she had over half the fake giant cock inside her!

"How much more is there?" she asked, her voice almost stuttering. 

Hearing Mary answer at least eight more inches, my wife laughed as she said, "God, this is going to fill me to the brim," she said, continuing to lower herself down.

To my amazement, my wife eventually had the majority of the cock inside her as she began rising up and down while the girls held it to the table, fucking a phallus that was almost the size of a bat—and enjoying it!

"Uh-uh-uh," she moaned repeatedly, stuttering as she began picking up speed, rising and falling on the large toy. 

Within a few minutes she was riding the goddamn thing like a bronco, one arm behind her head as her other squeezed her breast, her other tit bouncing erratically as Mary shouted, "You go girl!"

I watched my wife sped up, her grunts and moans filling the room.

"I can't believe she is taking that whole thing," Jennifer said to Mary and Susan's laughs.

Suddenly my wife screamed out, slamming her pelvis down on the table as she came, yelling out repeated, "Oh fuck. Oh God! Oh fuck!" she repeated over and over as her entire body shook with her large orgasm.

Jess continued straddling the table, impaled by a sixteen-inch long, at least three-inch wide phallus. She was undoubtedly filled completely, the rubberized toy stretching her out in more ways than I ever thought possible, her body continuing to shudder with orgasms.

Eventually Jess stood up. 

She was obviously planning to get off the large adult toy but Mary and Susan both let go, grinning as Jess stood up with the black phallus firmly inside. 

Falling onto the couch, the obscene black monstrosity still embedded in her pussy, she screamed out, "Oh shit!" her eyes wide.

The girls giggled and asked if she was alright as Jess smiled, replying, "I forgot about the fucking egg up my ass," she said to the other girls' laughter. "Pull this goddamn huge thing from me," she pleaded, suddenly looking at them saying, "Slowly."

Stunned I watched as Mary slowly pulled the enormous cock from my wife's pussy as Jess gasped, another wave of orgasms apparently hitting her.

It reminded me of a magician's trick, where they pull out a handkerchief that continues on and on, watching the black toy continue to be pulled out of her.

When the toy was finally removed the girls stepped back, I could only stare in horror at the gaping hole between my wife's spread's legs.

"Jesus Chris," Jennifer said, echoing my thoughts.

I heard my wife laugh as she said, "Don't worry. It will close back in a few minutes," she grinned over her shoulder. "Trust me, this isn't the first time," she said to my stunned silence.

Sure enough as the girls talked about and wound down from the party, Jess' gaping pussy slowly close until it looked no different than before. 

I could only watch again as the girls cleaned up—all of them still naked—deciding it was time for bed.

Susan turned off the camera and I merely sat there, my crotch covered from two ejaculations as I stared at the blank black screen, which resembled my mind.

Looking at the clock, I saw I had watched almost three hours of my wife, a beautiful and seductive siren, having sex with the three girls she was so close to, they were almost sisters.

I smirked as I recalled the tape I had discovered of her fucking my co-workers dressed as Snow White, a sudden odd thought coming to mind. Speaking to nobody but myself, I muttered, "Well, now I've watched Cinderella with her step sisters," I said, chuckling at my own joke.

Knowing Jessica would be home soon, I quickly opened my burning software and made a copy of the DVD before once against sealing it and placing it back on the table before going upstairs to change.

As I reached the top of the stairs I heard my wife's car pull into the garage, knowing I had lucked out, and by the time I had changed and come back downstairs, I saw the box was gone, my wife obviously having found and taken it. 

She was in the kitchen, and I kissed her deeply as she laughed.

"You seem a bit randy today," she said as I grinned at her.

"Just imagining some of the things I can do to you you later," I told her.

Jess laughed, looking at me with a smile as she said, "Why wait? Besides, I have a couple things I picked up with the girls I've been meaning to show you," she said, taking my hand and leading me upstairs.

And yes, it was like an effervescent explosion of raspberries...