0 comments/ 98364 views/ 6 favorites Becoming A Slut Wife: Maria By: Just Plain Bob I first saw Maria in my third year of college. I was Engineering major, but I was also taking classes in Art to get my electives out of the way. I had signed up a class called Developmental Figure Studies because the girl I was engaged to was taking the class and she had talked me into it. It is amazing how naive you can be sometimes; I thought the class was going to be charcoal and pencil drawings of figures like bowls of fruit and vases and the like so image my surprise when a young woman wearing a bathrobe came into the room, dropped the robe, sat down in a chair and struck a pose. She was extremely attractive and I found myself thinking that I was going to really like this class. Sarah, my fianc‚e, dug her elbow in my ribs, "Hey! Save those looks for me." I wasn't sure but I thought that the model witnessed the exchange and had smiled. Two weeks later I showed up for my last class of the day and found a note taped to the door of the classroom; the instructor had been called away on a family emergency and the class had been canceled. I headed on home to the apartment that I shared with Sarah and when I let myself in I found that she was currently sharing the apartment, and a little something else, with the student who lived across the hall from us. The apartment had been Sarah's to begin with so I walked past the surprised couple and started moving my stuff out of the apartment and into my car. It was a little awkward what with the guy trying to get his pants on while trying to apologize and Sarah grabbing at me and saying, "Wait - you don't understand, I can explain" and drivel like that. I mean, how much explanation does a mouth on a cock need? I got a motel room that night and moved back into the dorm the next day. The next thing that I needed to do was to cancel both classes that I took with Sarah, but as it turned out I only dropped one of them. On my way to the Registrar's office I stopped at the cafeteria at the Student Union for lunch and as I sat down at a table I noticed the model from the art class sitting at the next one over. She looked as good in her clothes as she did out of them. I started eating as I reviewed the notes that I had taken in my last class and I heard a voice say, "Excuse me" and I looked up to see the model. "Can I ask you for a favor?" I motioned her to take one of the vacant chairs and she sat down. "Actually, that was the favor. I wanted to know if I could sit with you." I put my notes down, my curiosity in full play, and she said, "I recognized you from the afternoon art class and you were the only one in here that I recognized that had an empty chair at his table." I looked over at the table she had just vacated and then back at her. She caught the look and said, "I know, that's why I needed to move. There are two guys coming through the line and they would have headed right for my table. They are crude, obnoxious and they are constantly hitting on me. They apparently think that just because I pose nude that I'm a slut or something. I just want to avoid them. Do you mind terribly if I hide behind you?" I grinned and told her she could take cover behind me any time she wanted. We introduced ourselves and started making small talk when we were interrupted by two jock types who sat down at the table uninvited. Ignoring me they both turned their attention toward Maria and she looked helplessly at me. One of them said, "So sweetie, thought about it? You gonna give me a taste?" I stood up and back handed him as hard as I could and he and the chair he was sitting in went over backward. I put my foot on his throat and pushed down hard and pointed a finger at the other guy who was just starting to come out of his chair and said, "Sit! And stay there unless you want me to crush this asshole's larynx." The guy sat down and I said, "If either one of you assholes ever comes near my fianc‚e again or if I hear that you've said even one word to her I'll come after the both of you with a baseball bat. Do you understand me? Are we clear on this?" The guy sitting at the table wide-eyed nodded his head yes, "Then get this piece of shit out of my sight" and I took my foot off of the guy's throat. He started to scramble quickly to his feet and I pointed a finger at him and said, "You had best come up slow and easy unless you want to go back down hard again." The look on his face was murderous, but he apparently got the message. After the two of them had walked away from our table Maria said, "I guess I found the right person to hide behind, but tell me - was I asleep when you proposed and I said yes?" I grinned, "Don't knock it, it worked and not only with them, but with everybody who heard it. When word gets around about your violent boyfriend you should have a lot less trouble with the creeps. Now, I got to go so lean over the table and kiss me and that will convince the doubters." She leaned toward me and I leaned toward her expecting a quick peck on the lips, but the tip of her tongue teased my lips and I held the kiss about three times as long as I had expected to. When we broke she said, "Maybe I knew what I was doing when I said yes to your proposal." For some reason when I got to the office I didn't drop the figures class. I was both dreading and looking forward to the figures class. Dreading it because I'd have to be there with Sarah, and looking forward to it because of seeing Maria. That little peck on the lips had affected me more than I would have thought possible. Sarah was waiting for me in the hallway outside the class room, "Why did you leave? I can explain. It was all just a mistake." She started to say "If you'll just give me a chance ..." but I cut her off, "There was a mistake and you made it. There isn't any way you can explain away having another guys cock in your mouth." I pushed past her and into the classroom. I took my seat at my easel and about two minutes later Maria came in and took up a pose. The truth of the matter was that I was wasting my time in the class. No matter what I drew it never looked like what I was trying to draw; it always looked like something Salvador Dali might have done. When class was over Maria put on her robe and walked over to me. She looked at my drawing, looked at me and then back to the drawing, "I see that you have captured the essence of the real me." Then she smiled, "Buy you a cup of coffee at the union?" I said yes and she told me she would meet me there. Sarah was in the hallway waiting when I came out, "So that's it. Got the hots for that slut." I turned to walk away, but then stopped and turned back, "The only slut I know is you!" and I headed off to the student union. Maria and I started dating and the day before graduation I asked her to marry me and she accepted. We were married in a small civil ceremony and then with newfound job and new wife I set out to catch the golden ring, to get my share of the American dream. Two years later the economy was in free fall and I was out of a job. I was working two part time jobs trying to hold things together and barely managing when Maria told me over dinner that she was going to start modeling for art classes again. My first instinct was to say, "Like hell you will! No wife of mine is going to take off her clothes in front of strangers." But even before I opened my mouth I knew how stupid it would sound. God knows how many people had already seen her naked and who had nude drawings of her hanging on their walls. Two days later I came home from my morning job and found Maria nude on a chair in our living room. Sitting in a semi-circle around her were seven people and they were all busily sketching away. I raised an eyebrow, but said nothing; there would be time to talk about it when every body was gone. Her arguments were persuasive. The college paid her one hundred dollars an hour to sit for art classes three times a week so she made three hundred a week. If she freelanced she could charge each student twenty dollars an hour, which meant that she made one-forty from just the one class today. She had set up sessions of one hour for Monday, Tuesday and Thursday with a limit of eight students per class. "I've already got at least six students signed up for every class and all it cost was the effort it took to move the living room furniture into the dinning room. Give me a couple of weeks and you can quit one of your two jobs." I wasn't too keen on the idea. When she was doing it at the college there were some built in protections like campus security and lots of people around if she had to holler for help. I asked her what she would do if one day only two or three males showed up and decided that they would rather play than paint? She laughed at me, "I've been doing this for over five years and I've never had a problem." Yeah, I thought, except for the one you had the day we met. Maria was a very popular model and as word got around more and more people wanted to use her for live studies. She expanded to two one-hour sessions on Monday, Tuesday and Thursday and started a one-hour session on Wednesday and Friday for still photographers. Once a month on a Saturday she would schedule a three-hour session at an outdoor location for the still photographers and we would make it a picnic. It wasn't all good of course; there was always someone who wanted her to pose seductively, or do some mild porn, but for the most part all the artists she dealt with were good people. Six months went by and then one day I noticed a change in Maria. Following her late Monday class she always seemed to be irritable and out of sorts. I began to pay closer attention to her moods, but on all other days she was fine; it was just on Mondays that I saw her upset. I tried to ask her about it once, but she said that nothing was wrong and so I let it go. By then I was back to working full time on a pretty good job and it got a lot more of my attention than my two part time jobs had and I put Maria's Monday mood out of my mind. I figured if she had a real problem she would come to me with it and until she did there wasn't anything I could do anyway. Another six weeks went by and then one night I came home from work to find her lying on our bed and crying. I tried for half an hour to get her to tell me what was wrong, but I couldn't get her to talk so I went into the kitchen to fix us some dinner. She wouldn't come down and eat so I put the leftovers in the fridge, cleaned up my mess in the kitchen and then parked myself in front of the TV. About an hour later Maria came into the room and sat down in a chair across from me, "How much do you love me?" When you hear those words it's almost always bad so I said, "You know I love you honey, what's wrong?" "You won't love me after tonight. I just hope you care enough about me not to hurt me." She took a deep breath, wiped a tear from her cheek and said, "I've just destroyed our marriage." For the past five months she'd had a guy in her late Monday session who had paid her twice her going rate to sit for him an extra half hour after the others were gone. He could only make it to the Monday session because of his work schedule. She had been leery of doing it until she had seen his drawings of her. He had real talent and so she had agreed to the extended session. The first two weeks had been no problem, but the third week was, at least for Maria. The guy had come to the session in shorts and a tee shirt. Where he sat in relation to where Maria sat when she posed was right where she ended up looking most of the time. Halfway through the regular session Maria noticed that the guy had a hard on. This was normally nothing new; Maria saw tented trousers all the time so to her it was just a form of appreciation or admiration, but this was different. The head of this guy's cock could be seen by Maria because it was only one inch from sticking out of his shorts. It was big enough that it lifted the leg of the shorts enough that she could see right up them. It seemed to Maria that the longer the session went on the closer the head of the guys cock came to completely coming out in the open. She couldn't pull her eyes away from it and she wondered if she should get up and go over to him and whisper to him what was about to happen. But she knew that both of them would have been greatly embarrassed and it didn't seem as if anyone else had noticed so she decided to just sit there and be silent. When the rest of the artists had gone the guy had moved to a different chair for the extra session and his cock disappeared. The following week the same thing happened and again Maria was mesmerized by the sight of the large cock trying to escape into the sunlight, but again he changed chairs for the extra session and the cock disappeared. The next week was a repeat except that now Maria was hoping it would come out and in fact she even tried to coax it out. She moved her position just enough so that the guy (his name was Terry) could look right at her pussy. She held her pose and watched the cock, but the cock just wouldn't make that last half inch or so. The end of the regular session did not bring a change of seats that time and Terry stayed where he was. He shifted position a couple of times to get more comfortable and when he did the leg of his shorts pulled up and an inch or so of his cock came out in the open. Terry didn't seem to be aware of it and since he and Marie were the only two there in the room she didn't mention it. The next week he was in jeans and Maria was surprised to find that she was disappointed. Watching the cock trying to escape the confines of Terry's shorts and guessing at its actual size had broken the boredom for her. At the end of the regular session when she and Terry were alone in the room she was shocked to see Terry unzip his pants and take out his cock. From his waist up he was hidden behind his easel and Maria couldn't see his face, but she now knew that Terry had known about her looking at his cock all along. He gave his cock a couple of strokes and then went back to the drawing that he was working on. Terry said nothing and made no attempt to get up and approach her so Maria just sat there and posed and stared at Terry's cock jutting up out of his lap. Every once in a while it would twitch, but the rest of the time it just stood there, a proud tower of flesh. For the next six weeks the scenario was the same. Neither Maria or Terry ever mentioned it, but at the end of every regular session Terry's cock would come out and wave in the breeze while Terry sketched and Maria stared. Maria admitted that she stared because it was a very nice cock; about eleven inches long and very fat and the only cock Maria had ever seen was my average six incher. She hadn't harbored any ideas of going after it; she stared because she was fascinated by both the cock and Terry's behavior. He never said anything and he never seemed to look at her looking at him. Then last week Maria did something she had never done before. Without putting on her robe she had gotten up and walked over to Terry and stood next to him and looked at the drawing he was working on. It took her breath away. On the 3' x 3' pad were six panels and each panel depicted an easily recognizable Maria in a sex act with a faceless man with a very large cock. One panel showed her getting fucked dog fashion, another showed her jacking off a large cock with both hands and yet another had her sucking a large cock. She didn't know what to say and finally she said, "Is that how you see me?" Terry was slow to answer, but when he did he said, "Only during the extra session. During the regular session I see you differently" and he flipped back through the pad and she saw herself in virginal white in a series of different clothes the most stunning of which was her in a wedding dress complete with veil and train. She didn't know what to say; she just stared at the drawings until Terry said, "It's time for me to go. Will you do me a favor?" Maria looked at him and he stared back into her eyes, "Will you put it away for me?" She had looked from his face to his cock and then back to his face and then she had taken his cock in both hands and struggled to get the hard thing back into his trousers. Then he had taken his pad and gone out the door. Maria spent the next week wondering if he would be back on the next Monday and she was both surprised and relieved when he showed up. She didn't know why, she honestly had no interest in him. When the extra session started he had called to her, "Maria, could you come here a minute please?" and she had walked naked over to him. "Would you take it out please?" She had hesitated and then she had gone to her knees, unzipped him and had taken out his cock. It was soft when she brought it out, but she could feel it growing in her hands. She didn't understand it, but it seemed to have some sort of power over her. She began to slowly stroke it and soon it was fully erect and she looked up at Terry, but he was concentrating on his sketchpad. She had looked back down at the large hard cock she was stroking and then she had bent her head and had taken him in her mouth. She sucked on him for five minutes and when he came she had swallowed all his juice, licked him clean and then she had gone over to her chair and struck a pose. Her eyes never left Terry's cock and she watched as it slowly grew to its full erect size and fifteen minutes before the session was to end she'd gotten up and walked over to him to look at what he had done. It was another six-panel rendition of Maria in various sexual activities. She had looked at each of the panels and then had said, "That one" and she had pointed at the panel that showed her being fucked from behind. Then she had turned her back to him, bent forward and put her hands on the arm of a chair and waited. He had moved behind her and she felt his huge piece of meat slowly enter her pussy and then he had fucked her. When he had cum he'd pulled out and she had turned and licked him clean. "Next week?" she had asked and he had nodded his head yes and had gone. Tonight she had done it again. She had taken out his cock, stroked him until he was rock hard, sucked him until he came in her mouth and then had gone to her chair and waited. Just before the end of the session she had chosen a panel and then he had fucked her. This time however when she went to lick his cock clean he had gotten hard again and she had lain down on the floor and he had fucked her for a second time and she would have gone for a third, but I was due home soon. "I didn't mean to do it and I don't know why I did it. Something came over me and robbed me of any good sense that I might have had. I can't even claim that I was hypnotized or under some kind of spell. I knew what I was doing, I just didn't know why. It was stupid, stupid, stupid and it wrecked what we had. I love you honey, you know I do and even knowing how much you love me and knowing that I can't live without you, I still did what I did" and she started crying again. Well, I did love her and as stunned as I was by her revelation I was still pretty sure that we could work things out and I told her so. "No honey, you don't understand. As much as I love you and don't want to hurt you, when he left he said "See you next week" and I said "I'll be waiting. And I will baby; I will be waiting for him. I'm going to do it again. He'll pull out that cock or have me do it for him and I will. I know I won't want to and I won't even know why I'm doing it, but I will baby, I will." All I could do was sit on the couch and stare at her as what she was saying hit home - my wife had become another man's slut. Becoming A Slut Wife: Marty I just found out that my wife of eleven years has been hanging horns on me for several of them and I never had a clue that it was going on. Not just individual affairs either, but what might as well be considered as wholesale fucking. How do I know? I caught the unfaithful slut red-handed! What do you do when you catch the woman you love as the centerpiece at what amounted to a gangbang? How do you handle the crying, begging and pleading you get from her while you are trying to figure out what to do? In addition to her trashing our marriage she may also have cost me my career; my boss was one of the men involved. He swears that he didn't know that Marty was my wife and I believe him and he has promised to make it up to me, but can I go to work everyday, see him, and still remain objective about my job. Then there is Marty; she swears she loves me, didn't mean to hurt me and doesn't want to lose me. How do I handle that? For most men the problem would be cut and dried - throw the slut out and get on with your life. But I love the stupid cunt; I love her and I don't want to lose her, but how can I live with her after what she has done? How do I listen to her express her undying love for me at the same time she admits to loving all the strange cock she had been getting? I'm almost to the point of writing to Ann Landers or Dear Abby and asking them for advice. Marty has been an executive secretary at the XYZ Corporation for the past twelve years and for the last five she has been the secretary for the president and CEO. Her job entails some travel, as she has to accompany her boss to meetings in the various cities where XYZ conducts operations. She averages about two trips a month and they last anywhere from one to three days and it was on one of these trips that Marty started her career as the company's "party girl." It was a trip not much different from the one's she had made in previous years except on that one Darren, her boss, had closed a rather large deal and was in the mood to celebrate. That night he took several people, including Marty, out to dinner and for drinks and dancing. Everyone was having a good time and Marty had danced with several guys, some of whom had copped a few feels. Marty is a very sexual person and the attention that Marty had gotten on the dance floor had left her hot and flushed. The party broke up around ten and Darren and Marty had gone back to their hotel. In the elevator Darren had asked her to stop by his room and go over some notes with him so he would be prepared for his morning meeting. This was nothing new, she had done it for years with no problems, and so she told him that she would go to her room and make her nightly call to me and then come to his room. He told her she could call from his room, "It will be quicker that way. We can get done what needs to be done and then we can get to bed." Marty took that to mean that they would review the notes and then she would return to her room and go to bed. The first thing Darren did when they got to his room was go to the wet bar and make them both a drink. Then he told her to arrange the notes he wanted to review and he would read them while she called me. "If you want to be "mushy" I'll go into the bathroom so you can have some privacy" and Marty told him not to bother, that the mushiest she would get would be to tell me that she loved me. Marty called me and brought me up to speed on her day and I told her how my day had gone and about a minute into the conversation Darren had come up behind her, cupped her tits in his hand and began kissing her on the neck. Marty had been so surprised that she had stopped in mid-sentence (I remembered the call - I remembered asking her if something was wrong) and in that short pause in the conversation several things had flashed through Marty's mind. If she screamed at him to stop I would be bound to find out what happened and I would probably have gone after him as soon as they got home. Thoughts of me in jail for what ever I might do flew through her mind. Also an outburst would probably cost her severly as far as job prospects were concerned. She would no doubt lose her job and probably would not get a good recommendation and might even get blackballed as far as corporation jobs were concerned. She decided that the best thing to do would be to play it cool until she could end the conversation and then tactfully extricate herself from Darren's room. It didn't work out that way. She was already hot and horny from the earlier dancing and drinking and what Darren was doing felt good. She convinced herself that if she kept me on the phone Darren wouldn't dare do anything more than he was already doing for fear that I would hear. She was wrong on that too. While one hand kept playing with her tits the other lifted her dress up to her waist; she felt his hard cock pushing against her butt and then his hand slid down inside her panties and started to rub her pussy. He nudged a knee between her legs and started pushing them apart and by then she didn't know what to do. She still thought her best defense was to keep talking to me on the phone, but it didn't seem to slowing Darren down any. She had several moments of indecision and those moments cost her the chance of stopping Darren. She heard his zipper go down, felt the hot flesh of his cock pushing against her ass and probing between her thighs. uddenly he had stopped playing with her tits and his right arm had gone around her waist and pulled her tight against him while his left hand went to her head and pushed it down. This made her bend at the waist, which made her automatically spread her legs to keep her balance, and in that position Darren's cock had only her panties between him and her pussy. He pushed forward and his cock pushed aside the crotch band of her panties and he was in her. He held on to her waist with both hands and started to fuck her with slow steady strokes. Marty was still talking to me on the phone, but the heat generated by Darren's cock, coupled with her earlier hornyness combined with her own guilt at allowing things to get so far out of hand all began to mix together in her mind. With in a minute her body was responding and when that happened she started thinking about how wicked it was to be talking to me on the phone while another man fucked her. Darren slowly eased her down to the floor and rolled her over on her back. She didn't resist as he pulled off her panties and she spread her legs for him as he knelt down. She had pulled her knees back as far as she could to give him easy access and then had lain there telling me how much she loved me, how much she missed me, how horny she was and how she couldn't wait to get home to me as Darren slid his cock into her and began fucking her. She locked her legs behind him and kept talking to me and didn't say goodbye until she felt Darren spill his hot fluid inside her. She didn't move when Darren got up and took the phone from her and hung it up and when he came back and knelt down beside her with his cock only inches from her mouth she knew what he wanted and she did it. She spent the rest of the night in Darren's room and the two of them were so exhausted in the morning that both of them almost fell asleep at their meeting. At breakfast they had both agreed that the evening had been a one time only thing and that their relationship from that point on would be purely professional. Marty spent most of the day carrying a heavy load of guilt and trying to figure out how she was going to tell me about what had happened in a way that would allow us to keep our marriage intact. Following the meeting they had gone back to the hotel and when they had gotten off the elevator Darren had taken her by the elbow and had steered her toward his room. Once inside he had picked up the phone and notified the desk that he would need the two rooms for one more day. Even before he had hung up the phone Marty had her clothes off and was lying on the bed with her legs spread wide. When she called me that night to tell me that they had to stay another day she was on her hands and knees and Darren was fucking her from behind. "I don't know why" she said, "But after that first time he seemed to be able to exercise some sort of power over me. After that first time I didn't even like him anymore, but whenever we were alone he could get me to do any thing that he wanted." They spent the night and a good part of the next day in bed and then they caught the afternoon flight for home. Marty got home before I did and she showered and put on high heels and nylons and waited for me to get home. She was insatiable that night as she tried to fuck her guilt away, but she never did get around to confessing what she had done. In the following weeks Darren had taken her on the average of four times a week; he fucked her in his office on his desk, took her to hotel rooms at lunch time, got blow jobs in his car in the parking garage and once, when his wife was out of town he had Marty drive to his house instead of going into work and they had spent the day in bed. He bought a couch for his office and started fucking her when she got to work in the morning and then again just before she went home at night. When she got home she would fuck me to death as if the more she fucked me the less guilt she would feel. Three weeks after their first time they made another three-day trip, two days of business and one day to stay in bed and fuck, and this time Darren didn't even bother to rent her a room, she just stayed with him. That pretty much set the pattern for the next six months; Darren would fuck her whenever he wanted too, at home or on trips and then she would come home to me and try to screw me to death as a way of assuaging her guilt. Marty said she had no idea of why Darren had the hold over her that he did, but all he had to do was point at the front of his pants and she would go to her knees and take out his cock. Then Darren changed the program. They had flown to Chicago to do an audit on the office there and that night while she was on her knees sucking Darren's cock there was a knock on the door and when Darren had answered it the manager of the local office was standing there. Darren let him in and then said, "I told Phil that you were his bonus for doing such a good job with the Chicago office. Come on over here and suck his cock." Marty had looked from one to the other and then she had done what Darren told her to do. The two men had used her until it was time to leave to catch the flight home - Marty had become the company whore. From that day on Darren used her to reward employees, entertain established customers and as an inducement to gain new ones. Soon Marty was spending more time on her back than behind her desk. Darren was not unappreciative; he gave her raises, bonuses, a clothing allowance and a company credit card to use for her car. He wanted to give her a company car, but Marty had talked him out of that because she thought that it might attract too much undue attention, from me if no one else. Then Darren introduced Marty to my boss. Darren didn't know that Dale was my boss and I had no idea that my boss knew Darren, but Darren and Dale belonged to the same health club and their wives had gone to school together and thus they had become good friends. To compound the problem I'm not a believer in company social activities and I never attend them so Marty had not met my boss. It was during one of Darren's wife's many trips home to visit her family and Darren had Marty at the house. He had called up his good buddy Dale and invited him over to join them. Marty spent the day with both of them and before Dale left he had asked Darren if he could borrow Marty from time to time and Darren had said, "Sure. Anytime you want, right sweetie?" Marty had nodded a yes and so now she was my company's whore also For the next three years Marty spread for whomever Darren and Dale told her to. The came the day when Marty told me she and Darren would be out of town the next day on an overnight trip to Atlanta. That day Dale asked me to attend a party he was having at his house for some of our better customers and suppliers. Normally I don't attend those things, but Marty was out of town and I didn't feel much like going home and watching television so I told him I would be there. I arrived about six, circulated and talked to the people in attendance, most of whom I knew personally and in general I just socialized. During the course of the evening I noticed that there was a lot of traffic going upstairs. I asked Dale what was going on; "You got a poker game going on up there?" "No, better than that. I have one of the company's most valuable assets up there and she is showing the guys how much we appreciate them. You are welcome to pay her a visit if you like." "Thanks, but no thanks. I've got more than I can handle at home." I'd gone into the kitchen to get another beer and when I came back I saw a woman standing at the foot of the stairs with her back to me. She was wearing nylons, heels and a short black peignoir and looked disturbingly familiar. I was about five feet from her when she turned, saw me and screamed. She ran up the stairs and Dale came over to see what all the commotion was about. He looked at me and said, "What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost." I had trouble speaking for a minute and then I said, "Worse than that. I just saw my wife." Dale looked at me, looked up the stairs and then back at me, "Sweet Jesus" he said as I walked out of his house. Marty didn't come home that night and at nine the next morning my doorbell rang. It was Dale, "May I come in?" I stepped aside and let him in. "Since you didn't show up for work this morning I figured that I'd better come and see you. I was betting that you wouldn't be answering your phone." I led him into the kitchen and offered him coffee and we sat down at the kitchen table. "I didn't know. I swear to God I didn't know she was your wife." I just looked at him and shrugged. He told me how he had met her through Darren, but he had only known her as Marty and had never known her last name. He told me that he had always called Darren when he wanted to use her (he winced when he realized what he'd just said), "If I'd had her number here I would have recognized it and I swear to God I never would have seen her again. She's still at my place; she's afraid to come home." He saw the look that flashed across my face, "No, no, she's not afraid of you hurting her, she just can't face you." Again I just looked at him and shrugged. He realized that I probably wasn't going to say much so he just stared back at me for several seconds and then said, "The main reason I'm here is that I don't want to lose you over this. I know our relationship is going to be strained for a while, maybe a long while, but I will find some way to make it up to you, I promise. No one else at the party knows why Marty screamed and ran upstairs, okay? I'll keep it a secret, but don't let what happened make you quit. Give it some time and see if we can work it out. Please, that's all I ask." He got up and I walked him to the door. As he started down the front steps I called to him and when he turned I said, "Tell her to come home. We need to get it over with." Marty came home at two that afternoon. I was in the living room watching the news from Iraq on CNN when she came into the room and sat down in the chair across room me. I looked over at her, but she couldn't meet my eyes. She looked down at the floor and said, "I'm sorry." I just looked at her for several seconds and then I said, "Sorry you did it, or sorry you got caught?" She didn't look up and she didn't answer and after a long silence I asked, "Why? Why and for how long?" Tears began to run down her cheeks and she started to sob and I got up, "When you're ready to stop the phony tears and talk I'll be in the den and I walked out of the room and left her sitting there. Five minutes later she came into the den, sat down and told me her story; how it had started, how long it had been going on and then she told me about the strange power that Darren had over her. I sat there and listened to it all and when she was done I said, "Bullshit Marty, pure unadulterated bullshit! You did it the first time because after eleven years of just me you thought it would be exciting to try a taste of something different. I'll buy the way you say it started, but after it started you did it because you wanted too. You probably only meant to do it the one time, but you ended up liking it and so you kept on doing it. You got caught Marty, you got caught in the act and the least you can do is be honest about it. Some bullshit story about a strange power isn't going to make it sit any better with me and it for damned sure isn't going to make it go away." I got up and left her sitting there and went out to the garage to try and lose myself in working on the car. When I came out of the shower that night I found Marty sitting on the side of the bed. She looked up at me and said, "Okay, you were right. I did let the first time happen because I wanted to see what it would be like and I did like it. But I didn't keep on doing it because I liked it - I kept on doing it because I loved it! I loved it and needed it. The more I did it, the more I wanted and it just kept feeding on itself. The part I couldn't understand and still don't is the part you won't understand either. The more I fucked around on you the more I needed to fuck you and it wasn't a guilt thing either. When I left whoever it was who had just fucked me I couldn't wait to get home to you. I looked forward to coming home to you and having you hold me and make love to me because you were better than they were. I'm not trying to inflate your ego by telling you that you were a better lover or anything like that. I can't explain it - you were just better - as a man, as a person and I wanted to hurry home and be with you. I guess what it boils down to is that they were sex, and damned good sex at that, but you were love and I wanted both. You can't say that what I did hurt our sex life any. It has been going on for three years and up until last night you were as happy with me as a pig in shit and your sex life damned sure didn't suffer one little bit. The only thing that has changed is that now you know. Now, do you want me to sleep in the spare bedroom, in here or do you want me to leave the house." I didn't honestly know how to answer that so I just said, "I don't care." She got up from the bed and started undressing; "In that case I'm sleeping with you. Until you throw me out I don't see any reason to break an eleven year habit, especially when it's a habit that I really like." We have a king size bed and when I fell asleep there was a lot of open space between us, but when I woke up in the middle of the night Marty was curled up next to me spoon fashion - significant of what I haven't a clue - and I was careful not to wake her. I just lay there staring at the ceiling until I fell back to sleep. I woke up in the morning to the smell of hot coffee and found Marty all ready at the kitchen table when I came down. As I was pouring myself a cup she said, "What do I have to do to save our marriage, that is presuming that you want to?" I looked at her across the table from me and said, "I don't know that there is anything that you can do. You can't undo it so the question becomes can I ever get over it and the answer to that is I honestly don't know." "Well then, the question of the day for me is do I go to work, call in and quit or go in and give two weeks notice. Help me out here." I got up from the table shaking my head no; "You made all the choices up to last night Marty, so you get to make that choice to. I have to get ready for work" and I walked away leaving her with her coffee. Five minutes later she came into the bedroom and began dressing for work. She saw me watching and said, "If you decide to throw me out I'm going to need a job so I might as well keep the one I have until the dust settles." Becoming A Slut Wife: Marty "All of it, or just the secretary part?" She gave me a long look and then said, "Let's clear the air on a couple of things here. I loved what I was doing and I would love to keep on doing it and if you didn't know about it I would keep on doing it. I'd love to hear you say "Well dear, we love each other, we have a happy life together and what you have been doing hasn't hurt our marriage at all. So go ahead, have fun and I'll be waiting for you when you get home." But I will give it up in a heartbeat if that is what it takes for me to keep you. That said, I'm not burning any bridges at work until I know where the two of us are going to end up. That means if Darren asks me to take care of a customer tonight or if he wants to fuck me himself and I haven't heard from you as to what my status around here is, I'll take care of Darren or the customer." She stopped talking and stood there waiting for me to say something, but I couldn't think of anything to say and so I left for work. I had a lot of time on my drive to work to think about my situation in regards to Marty and it was a slow day at work so I was able to sit at my desk and stare out the window and think on it some more. Some of those thoughts were disturbing because they were telling me things about myself that I wasn't sure that I wanted to know. Take for instance our sex life; Even though I hadn't known the reason for the dramatic increase in the amount of sex Marty and I were having I had certainly loved it. And she was right when she said that our marriage was great right up until I had seen her at Dale's. What she was saying was that what she had done hadn't cost me a thing, all she had done was to make our sex life better. But if I took that argument to it's logical conclusion - given that I had already made the decision that I wasn't going to divorce her - I would be left with only two choices: (A) Tell her she could continue with what she was doing and insure myself of a great sex life or, (B) tell her she had to stop and probably go back to twice a week on Tuesdays and Saturdays. Looked at that way A was the obvious choice, but on the other hand there was the male ego thing. She was mine and other men had been using her without my permission - and at that point I had to stop and think about what I'd just thought -"Without my permission?" Did that mean I wouldn't have cared if I'd been asked? By four in the afternoon I had just about convinced myself that there hadn't been anything wrong with my life until I saw Marty at the party and that the only thing wrong now was that my ego had been bruised. All of a sudden I had a new set of problems. How do you go home and tell your wife she can fuck any one she wants? And when she did how would I handle her coming home and giving me sloppy seconds. She had been doing it all along, but I hadn't known - would knowing make a difference? Would I mentally go, "Ooh, I can't put my dick in some body else's goop?" Would knowing that she was the company whore change the way I saw her when she came home? And what about from her side; would she come home to me after fucking some one else and knowing that I knew where she had been think less of me for not being man enough to hold onto what was mine? Would I appear weak to her because I let her do it? Would the day come when she would look at me and say, "If you really loved me you would never have let me do it?" In short, was this a no win situation? When I went home that night I was no closer to knowing what to do than when I'd gotten up that morning. Marty wasn't home when I got there and when she hadn't shown up by six-thirty I had a good idea of what she was doing. When I hadn't heard from her by seven-thirty I punched her cell phone number into the phone. When it rang she would know who it was, only Darren and I had her number and Darren already knew where she was and what she was doing. "Hi." "Are you doing what I think you are doing?" "Yes." "Does Darren know that I know?" "No." "You didn't tell him?" "No." "Why not?" "He doesn't need to know." "Now, or ever?" "Only three of us know baby and if Dale doesn't tell him I never will and I'm sure you won't." "Is he in you?" "No." "Have you fucked him yet?" "Several times." "Is he going to fuck you again?" "I certainly hope so." "Have you sucked his cock?" "Yes, twice." "Well, I just called to ask you to save some for me." "Does this mean I have your blessings." "I don't really know. Let us just say that I'm willing to see if I can handle it and then we will go from there." "Thank you lover. I'll make damned sure that you don't regret it. Go to go baby, got to take care of business. I love you." "I'll be waiting," I said and as I hung up the phone I had the feeling that the next couple of weeks were going to be very interesting.