40 comments/ 144919 views/ 65 favorites Did She? By: jeninflorida Feel free to send me an email telling me what you liked and disliked. I even enjoy getting emails from people helping me with my grammar and technical issues! Please help point out any mistakes or spots that could be written better. My skin is pretty thick and as appreciate people pointing out flaws with my writing. All rights reserved. No part may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any electronic means, including photocopying, recording or by any information and retrieval system, without the written permission of the author. Please make a girl happy and just ask before you post! - Just wanted to say thank you for my new friend! * Shannon wasn't really looking forward to this dinner. She had to take this client out and needed to get him to close the sale. This sale would make her quota and put her in good shape for the rest of the year. After a long day at work, the last thing she wanted to do was play customer golf. Once home, she undressed and pulled out her clothes for the night. She turned on the water and waited for the shower to heat up. Brian, her husband of five years, would be home soon. Shannon hoped that after a hot shower she would have some energy. Nothing like working ten hours and then having to take someone to dinner and try to sell them something. She had one idea, she knew that the client was a leg man and tonight she was going to wear her short leather skirt with black pantyhose and killer boots. He would be putty in her hands and hopefully she would walk out with the sale. Walking into the shower, Shannon tried to relax and let go. After a few minutes, she decided to shave her legs, even though she was planning on wearing hose. She sat down and started to shave, taking her time so she would not to cut herself. After that was done, she decided to shave her pussy again. It's been some time and she knew that Brian would love it. Once shaved, she couldn't wait to get Brian to go down on her. She felt so bare and clean with her shaved pussy. Right about that time is when Brian walked into their bathroom. "Wow, you look sexy." "And how can that be? I'm nude." "Yeah, I love it." "Please, you love it when I shave my pussy." "Yep, I would love to lick it right now." "Get out of here, I have that dinner tonight." "Oh, black pantyhose? Very sexy." "This is a big dinner for us. The guy is a big fish and I really need to close the sale." "Yummy, what else are you going to wear?" "My black leather skirt, boots of course, and this blouse." "Wow, that blouse is pretty see though." "Yeah, I want to get this guy in a happy place and keep him off guard. Are you okay with this?" "Sure baby, I love you." Brian unzipped his pants and removed his pants and boxers. "I'm actually aroused just thinking about you. You know, I use to get jealous when you had to take clients out but now I get aroused watching you get dressed." Shannon carefully pulled up her pantyhose, making sure to not cause a run in her hose. She went out and purchased Wolford's and didn't want to waste fifty dollars. "Really?" "Yeah. Some day I would love to be a fly on the wall and watch you. I want the guy to be a gentleman but I want you to be attracted to him." Shannon stood up and looked at him with a puzzled look, "Really?" "Yeah I know it's strange but the idea of you flirting with a man is erotic for me. Look, I'm so hard just thinking about it." "Really, your not jealous?" Brian moved behind Shannon placing his cock between her legs. She screamed and slapped his shoulder. "Get that thing away from me. I don't have time for sex and I don't want to smell like sex for this dinner!" "Come on baby, I can see your pussy and your nipples are hard." She reached over for some lotion and tossed it to him, "Sorry, no time." Brian didn't waste any time and started to stroke his cock. Shannon never told him how much she loves watching him masturbate. She could feel her body tingle watching him. She loved how his cock grew big and hard, the skin tight, and how hard the mushroom head became. "You want to watch me flirt?" "Yeah, I get so hard thinking about you being aroused next to a guy." She was intrigued, "Tell me more." "Then when he touches your leg and you know that he wants you. I think about your nipples being hard and your pussy wet." Shannon looked at her husband, trying to read his body language. "Having him touch me won't make you jealous?" "No, talking about this and watching you dress makes me want to cum." "You know, my skirt is pretty short and my pantyhose are not control tops. What if he was able to see my shaved pussy?" "Would you allow him to touch you?" She watched him really working his cock, "I don't know, always thought you would be jealous." "If he touches you or makes a pass, you have to promise me that you will tell me." Shannon decided to play a little, "What if I want him to fuck me?" Brian closed his eyes and gave one hard stoke. The first stream of cum shot out and luckily missed her, but landed on the mirror. Oh, I guess he really liked that comment, she thought. She watched how he slowly stroked his cock while thick streams of cum shot out. Oh she wanted that cock in her but she knew there was no time for that. Now she would be going to dinner fully aroused and thinking about sex. Carefully she dressed, making sure not to smudge any of her make up or get anything on her dress, and once dressed she had to check herself out in the mirror. "Damn girlfriend, you look hot," she whispered. She sprayed on some perfume and she was off. She felt sexy and that came across in her walk. She knew that she could pull this deal off and teach Brian a lesson. She walked into the restaurant and knew she was in trouble. Her client was a good looking man, very distinguished and polished. She found that sexy. She loved his salt and pepper hair and knew that he enjoyed tennis and racket ball. He was at least a foot taller than her and that made her feel safe when he was around. He ordered a bottle of wine and appetizers. Funny, he remembered what she enjoyed. The first twenty minutes was small talk, getting to know you better. Then when the bottle of wine came, they spent a few moments talking about the deal. Before she could close the deal the waiter came over and asked if they were ready for dinner. She lost the moment. Throughout dinner all she could think about was what her husband said. His words resonated in her mind about how he wanted to watch her with another man and how hot it made him watching her dress for her dinner. She started to wonder how many times Brian would jack off. Shannon kept crossing and uncrossing her legs, making sure her client had a great view. A few times she made gave him a crotch shot. She wasn't sure if he could tell that she wasn't wearing panties. Her client was the perfect gentleman and Shannon wrapped him. He signed the contact before they left. He even paid for dinner. Shannon realized that she wasn't ready to be with another man. Nor, did she really trust what Brian had told her. Sure, in the heat of the moment it's sexy fantasy but how would he feel the day after? She didn't want to lose her marriage. Before leaving the restaurant, Shannon decided to test how jealous Brian would be. She didn't fully believe that he was okay with her sleeping with another man. She went to the ladies room and carefully ripped a hole in the crotch of her hose. She wanted him to think that she had sex. She was surprised how wet her pantyhose were and hoped that her client didn't notice her scent. Shannon was very pleased with herself. Not only did she close the deal, she also openly flirted. She knew that her client wanted to end the night in a hotel room but she was not ready yet. On the drive home all she could think about was what she would tell Brian and how much should she tell him? She couldn't wait for him to see her crotchless pantyhose and watch his reaction. If he was aroused then, she would take things further next time. If he was upset she would tell him the truth. What she did know is that she needed to get laid. Once home she immediately went to their bedroom. Thankfully, Brian was still awake. She walked over to him unable to wipe the smirk off her face. Once next to him she reached down and pulled his cock out though his boxers. Quickly he hardened in her hand. She moved up on to the bed and mounted him. Brain had a shocked look on his face as his cock slipped into his wife. After all she was still wearing pantyhose. Shannon looked down at her loving husband, "Do I feel any differently? " She teased him. "Did something happen?" "Feel how wet I am?" "How did you get a hole in her pantyhose?" "He ripped my pantyhose." Brian was confused and surprised that she said that, "He?" "Yeah baby, that is what you wanted right?" Shannon started to ride her husband faster slamming down hard on his cock, shaking the bed every time she took all of him deep in her soaked pussy. "You wanted him to do me right?" Brian wasn't sure if he heard the words, did a stranger rip a hole in the crotch of his wife's pantyhose? Did his loving wife allow a stranger to finger her pussy? "You have to tell me everything." "Do I feel any different?" She knew Brian was close. That comment sent him over the edge; he couldn't take it and started to cum in her pussy. The rush of emotions knowing that some man touched his wife really turned him on. "Oh cum in me, give me your cum! I'm so happy you found my dinner kinky. Does it upset you that I'm such a slut?" Shannon was surprised that this dirty talk was actually turning her on. Once Brian was finished she rolled off him and reached for her trusty vibrator. "I'm so horny and I need to cum." Brain reached over and unzipped her skirt, then pulled her skirt off. He watched as his wife slid her vibrator under her pantyhose till she found her clit. He had to see more and started to pull down her pantyhose. He loved it that there was a hole in the crotch. The idea really turned him on. "I really want you to eat me!" Brian moved down, putting his face inches from her pussy. He wasn't ready to eat her after he came in her. Still he was curious. He slipped his index and middle finger into his wife's very wet pussy. "Tell me everything baby! Did he fuck you?" "Is that what you want baby?" Brian pulled his fingers out of his wife, his fingers coated with her arousal and cum. Was that his cum or the strangers he thought. Shannon looked down and was shocked to see that Brian was hard again. He's never fucked her twice in a night, sure when they were younger they had sex before and after work. Now, she knows he's thinking about her having sex with another man. Most men would flip out but her husband was rock hard after just filling her pussy with cum. "Does the idea of your wife with another man excite you?" "Yeah." Shannon smiled, "Then fuck me." "Did he fuck you?" "I love you baby." She wasn't ready to tell him the truth just yet. She had to know for sure if he would freak or if he really wanted this. Since after she's with another man there is no going back. "Tell me baby, did you have sex?" "Can't you tell?" Brain look changed he was filled with lust, "Did he cum in you?" "Yes." She thought about that for a second, "I mean he had a condom on when he came." "He fucked me in the parking lot." Brain dug his fingers into her flesh, "Did you cum?" She had him and wanted to push hard, "Do you really want to know?" Having another man make her cum should raise any jealousy in Brain. He kissed her, "Yes I have to know everything." "Yes, I came. I was so afraid that someone would bust us. Then after a few minutes I started to think what if someone was watching us?" "Wow, that is hot." "Does it bother you that your wife was such a slut tonight? That some man bent me over his BMW and used my pussy till he came?" "I think what you did is so freaking hot! God I wish that I was there." She looked at him with a puzzled expression, "Really you want to watch?" "Yes, more than anything." "Now can you shut up and fuck me? I really need to cum." Even though Brian was doing her she kept the vibrator on her clit. She loved that, being filled and having her clit stimulated. Even if Brain came again, she could use the vibrator to get off. She always came with it. Shannon started to wonder if Brian thought of her vibrator as another man's penis? Maybe she should go toy shopping and get a Cyberskin. Brian didn't last that much longer and came in her very wet pussy. He rolled off and watched her with her toy. She felt his eyes on her sending her over the edge. She wanted something to grip, for her pussy to grip as she came but Brian was spent. Her toes tingled as did her scalp as she finally reached her orgasm. All she could do was scream and hold on, keep the vibrator on her clit till her orgasm ripped through her body. Once back on earth Shannon turned off the light and went to sleep. She was spent. She pretends to have an affair, and told her husband all about it. She flirted with her client and really enjoyed her night. Then her husband did her twice. The next morning Shannon woke before Brain. She went to the kitchen and started the coffee. She loved the morning as they were quiet and she could think. Shannon started to ponder whether or not she should tell Brian the truth. But one thing that she did know was that she was going to be quiet till she could read his reaction. The morning was kind of cool. She pulled her legs up into her chest and waited for the coffee. About twenty minutes later Brian came into the kitchen. She got up and walked over to the coffee pot to make him a cup. She felt him move behind her, his cock hard. He pulled her robe up and her thong to the side. (Where did the thong come from?) Then with out warning he slipped his cock into her. Luckily she was still wet from the night before. He nibbled on her ear. Shannon turned, "Good morning sailor!" "Tell me how he fucked you, I want to hear it again." "Are you sure?" "Yes, very sure." "When we left the restaurant he walked me to my car. By chance his was parked next to me. That is when he made his move. He knelt down in front of me and ripped a hole in my pantyhose. He told me that he was going to fuck me and that he was lucky to have such a nice piece of ass." "Did you want him?" "Are you sure you want the answer?" "Yes, please tell me." "Yes, I wanted him to fuck me. I knew that he was checking my legs out all night and my pussy was soaked." "Did he feel good?" "Yeah, after he ripped my hose he turned me around and bent me over his car. I think he was stunned that I was not wearing panties. With one hard thrust he shoved his thick cock deep into me. Oh, I was so ready for him." "How long did he fuck you?" "It felt like an hour but guessing ten minutes." You had some stranger cock deep in your...your...pussy!" Brian started to cum. Shannon felt his cock expand and knew that he was shooting his cum into her. The fantasy of her with another man was too much for him. At least he wasn't jealous or upset. He wanted the details and sex. Once he finished Brian sat back down at the table. Shannon adjusted her thong and washed her hands then brought Brian a cup of coffee. She was torn, to tell him the truth or not? Was it best for him to think she was with another man? Was she really ready for this game to continue? Only time will tell where this story will go. Did She Cheat? Mornings in the Phelps household was pure madness but Carl loved every second of it. Getting everybody up, getting everybody ready, getting everybody fed and seeing everybody off to their various destinations of the day was family togetherness at maximum intensity. "Mooom! Gage wiped his face with my new shirt." "Daaad! Gage has been in the bathroom like forever. I need to brush my teeth." "Mooom! Chris just used half the syrup on one pancake." "Daaad! Chris hit me with her bag." Few things can keep parents on their toes like a couple of rowdy teenagers, and Carl's kids were no different in this respect. Chris was hating on her little brother and Gage found his big sister to be an annoying bitch. Neither wasted any opportunity to push each other and getting in each other's face, and there was no issue too small or too unimportant to pick a fight over. Yes, Carl loved his hyperactive kids but without a devoted wife by his side even he would have been struggling to keep it all under control. And he certainly had that in Sue. This 'high school sweetheart turned wife' somehow managed to cook breakfast and assist both kids in their respective preparations without looking the least bit stressed. Her collected demeanor under pressure was just one of many qualities that Carl appreciated in his loving wife. Sure, she might not be what you'd call a looker compared to some of the silicone pumped trophy wives of the upscale neighbourhood. With her grey streaked brown shoulder-length hair, cleavage-free slim build and a sense of fashion dictated by convenience rather than looks Sue certainly wasn't Playboy material. She wasn't much of a make-up girl either and preferred sneakers to pumps. But she was a great wife in every way that mattered to Carl and he never regretted marrying her. Sue may not have been a heartbreaking beauty but she was always there for him and the kids, and she never seemed to run out of smiles and a hugs when somebody was in need of them. And despite what some might think, she was actually good in bed. Never exceptionally advanced, but always willing to jump his bones at any opportunity. In fact, she would often come home from work all riled up and practically ravish him on the spot. Apparently working as a leasing clerk was a major turn on for her. Yeah a bit weird, but Carl wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth. Whatever got her in the mood was fine with him. Unfortunately recent events had forced Carl to realize that his little nuclear family might be in serious jeopardy. He could even envision it falling apart completely in the near future if his worst fears were confirmed, and the thought saddened him to no end. Maybe that was the reason why he felt compelled to soak up as much as possible of the wonderful chaos that was family life. "Funny how we always seem to appreciate things the most when we stand to loose them," he thought sadly. Suddenly he was jerked out of his moment of melancholy when Sue kissed him on the cheek. "A penny for your thoughts sweetie," she whispered in his ear and gave his lobe a bite. He turned and smiled at his loving wife of 22 years. "Save your pennies Sue. I'll give you this thought for free. I was considering taking Dubya for a walk. His eyes are beginning to look a bit yellow." "I'll save you a pancake if you hurry," she replied with a smile. "And please don't let him go in Sanderson's driveway. Mrs. Sanderson has threatened to file a complaint with the county, and she will do it too. She's an old shrew with way too much time on her hands." **** Dubya wagged his tail happily and pulled on the leash. To him the entire world was filled with adventure, food and exciting smells. "Sometimes I envy you Dub," Carl told him. "All you do is eat, sleep and shit. You don't care if your dates are bitches, cause they're supposed to be." "Woof," Dubya replied happily and gave him a wet doggy grin the way only a Bassett Hound can. Carl liked dogs a lot. They were always honest and would love you unconditionally regardless of the circumstances. They had no concept of betrayal or cheating. Not like women. I mean come on! After twenty-two fucking years? How the hell could you do it Sue? What did I do wrong? Wasn't I enough for you? "And you know what the worst part is Dub?" The dog looked expectantly at him with its tongue hanging out. "I might never have found out if Dave hadn't been waiting for a lunch date outside the Ranchero Motel just as she pulled in with her lover. And even then he would never have recognized Sue if her blonde wig hadn't gotten caught in the car door and been pulled off. Shit, I can't picture her in a cocktail dress with long blonde hair no matter how hard I try. I haven't seen her in a dress of any kind since the wedding." "Arf," Dubya agreed. "My thought exactly. She's obviously going all out in attempting to hide her cheating. A goddamned blonde wig? I mean seriously? Does she think she's Modesty Blaise or something?" Dubya tilted his head and slobbered on Carl's shoe. "Oh no, this was clearly no casual spur-of-the-moment thing Dub. I mean, she has a disguise and a special wardrobe and everything. She could have been doing this shit for ages for all I know. I never suspected a thing." "Woof." "That's the problem old friend," Carl said while scratching Dubya's ear. "I love her to death and she has been a perfect wife through all the years. She has given me two great kids, a wonderful home and I have never lacked for love, companionship or sex. She's my best friend. I so don't wanna loose her and I really don't want my family broken up. I'm hoping with all my heart that this is all a big misunderstanding." Dubya put his nose against Carl's hand and sneezed. "No way Dub! I could never live like a cuckold. I've read that some men find it exciting when their wives fuck around, but I'm definitely NOT one of them! The very idea that some asshat could be walking around feeling superior because he has fucked Sue behind my back is infuriating. If I get any names, there will be some serious ass-kicking happening!" Another dog spotted them and barked a challenge. Dubya just snorted and looked away. "So all I can do is hope for good news today. I've had the P.I. on her for two weeks and I'm getting his report in a little while. I fear the worst. Wish me luck old buddy." **** Carl and Dubya got back just as Gage left for school. The school was in close distance with no major roads to cross so he was allowed to ride his bike, which he usually preferred over sitting on the bus. "Bye dad," he yelled in passing and Carl barely had time to reply before he was gone. Sue and Chris were still in the process of having breakfast so Carl pushed his dark mood aside and joined them. While enjoying a healthy serving of pancakes and non-specific smalltalk he tried picturing Sue as a blonde seductress. Well, she was quite slim and toned and could probably pull off the dress. But... no! No fucking way! He simply couldn't see it. The pancakes were great though. **** The high school was on his way to work so Chris got herself a ride with dad. During the drive Carl was properly updated on the latest crushes, trends and scandals and he made a serious effort to say "mmm..." and "no!" at the right places. To be honest it was about as interesting as listening to paint dry but he wanted Chris to view him as a confidant she could tell anything to. That way he hoped that she would come to him if she ever got in more serious trouble. Besides Chris had always been daddy's girl and he loved spending time with her. By the time she jumped out of the car and gave him a big hug and a "I love you daddy" he knew who everybody in her class was dating and who they kissed at the last school-party. **** Carl continued on his way to work, but two blocks before reaching his office at Clonus Consult Limited he pulled over by a generic office building. Inside he was greeted by Mr. Archibald Jelnek, private investigator; speciality: spousal infidelity and divorce. Carl sat down in the client chair while the detective produced a well padded brown folder. "One of the less enjoyable roles of my job is as bearer of bad news," Mr. Jelnek started. "And unfortunately the facts of this case calls for me to assume that role. Your suspicions turned out to be well funded Mr. Phelps." Carl took a deep breath. "How bad is it?" "As bad as it gets, I'm afraid. The final conclusion in my report is, that your wife is working as an escort." "Oh fuck!" "For what it's worth," Mr., Jelnek added sympathetically, "she is discrete, careful and appear to be highly selective with her customers. She changes her looks using various implements such as wigs, coloured contacts and creative make-up techniques. It's unlikely she would be recognised as you wife at a casual encounter." He took out a picture of a tall slender woman in a simple but expensive looking black dress. She had long blonde hair and her eyes were hidden behind a pair of large sunglasses, but it was unmistakably Sue. Carl recognized several small details, like the mole on her left arm and the L-shaped dimple she always got next to her mouth when she smiled. After twenty plus years of marriage you learn a thing or two about your partner. She couldn't fool him. "Yeah it's her," he said sadly. The P. I. nodded. "That's what I figured. As said, she is discrete to the point of paranoia so alas I was not able to obtain documentation of her having sexual intercourse with any of her customers. " "Tell me about it," Carl remarked dryly. "Twenty two fucking years of marriage and I never had a clue. She's discrete all right. Is there more?" Mr. Jelnek cleared his throat. "The rest is more circumstantial. The only thing I can definitely prove is, that when your wife leaves home for work she drives to an apartment in this building..." He pointed to a photo of Sue entering an apartment building; obviously situated in an upscale neighborhood. "I suspect that she owns an apartment in this building, but it's not in her own name. Building security is top notch and I haven't been able to follow her inside for further investigation." Carl was speechless. He had no idea about this. "As far as can ascertain she only uses this place as a base of operations and not for entertaining customers. Here she is leaving, now wearing her long blonde wig." He showed a photo of Sue as a blonde wearing a fashionable hat. She was dressed in a classy pants suit with high-heeled boots and looked positively stunning. Carl didn't know that Sue could look this hot. Despite his anger he felt his cock hardening. "I have discovered another fact that could prove relevant Mr. Phelps. You informed us that your wife is employed with Beavis Hanson Leasing Co. However this is not the case. Human resources have no record of her ever having held a position with them." "But she's getting a goddamned salary!" Carl exclaimed. "Possibly, but I can assure you it's not from Beavis Hansson. My assumption is, that she transfers a suitable amount from her... carnal activities... to your budget account every month. There is most likely a secret bank account involved, since she appear to make a lot more than reflected by her official monthly compensation." All this was completely surreal to Carl. "You're saying that Sue is paying our house bill with prostitution money?" "That's the most credible hypothesis," Mr. Jelnek replied. Carl felt sick. "As I said, there is no evidence as to the actual act of infidelity. She never had a rendezvous at the same place twice and I was unable to get any kind of camera equipment in place. I did however manage to pick up a series of phone conversations with a directional microphone." Mr. Jelnek clicked around on his computer. Sue's voice sounded from the speaker. "Yes sexy... I will be warm and ready... no, cash only... what! No way... oh yes, we can certainly do that... no need lover... yeah right? Just yourself and your stamina... oh looking forward to it... ciao baby." "Just yourself and your stamina," Carl repeated. "What kinda fucking drivel is that?" The investigator continued. "The phone is unlisted and cannot be tied to your wife in any way, but I assume there is no dispute as to the identity of the caller?" "None whatsoever. Oh that fucking bitch!" "I also have have footage of her in the company of four different males in various locations." He spread out a group of photos. "There hasn't been time to investigate the men in detail, but there is a high likelihood that they are customers rather than boyfriends. It's unlikely that she has a close connection to any of them." Carl nodded in agreement. "This person I do recognize though," the investigator said and pointed at a fifth picture. "It's Pablo Montoya of the Caliente family. A well-known figure in the Mexican drug scene. He has been wanted by the FDA for years and is probably in the US illegally. A very dangerous man." This was almost too much for Carl to absorb. "Prostitution. Secret apartments. Unlisted phones. Disguises. Gangsters. Secret bank accounts. Illicit meetings at hotels. What the fuck? Whom the hell have I been married to for the last twenty years?" "Your wife's background checks out fine Mr. Phelps. She is indeed Sue Phelps nee Miller and has been married to you for the past twenty-two years. There is no criminal record listed in her name and her credit is perfect. She has given birth to Christine Phelps, sixteen, and Gage Phelps, thirteen, and you are without a doubt the biological father of both children." He produced an accredited report from DNA Diagnostic Central. "Thank god for that at least," Carl sighed. "That was another fear I had." "While we are talking diagnostics, she has been treated for several sexually transmitted diseases over the past seven years..." "Huh?" "And so have you." "WHAT?" "Yes, it seems that you have received external treatment for gonorrhea at least twice as far as I can tell." "I... shit... this is too fucking much! I've never been diagnosed with anything. How?" "She must have administered the antibiotics to you at home. If you were free of symptoms, pills would suffice. They could have been in your food or drinks." Carl felt his stomach heave. He couldn't believe it. "Sue actually brought home a sexually transmitted disease! That means that she's not using condoms! What kind of whore fucks around without condoms these days? What if it had been AIDS? Holy shit!" "As I mentioned your wife does appear to be highly selective. It is not inconceivable that she could be screening her clients before permitting them to have unprotected sex with her. Some upper class call girls do." "Apparently not very successfully," Carl sighed and massaged his temples. "Ok Mr. Phelps. Now you have been presented with all the facts. How do you wish to proceed?" After considering for a moment Carl made a decision. "I need to confront her in the act, or at least while she's with one of her Johns. The disguise and all the other stuff wont be easy for her to explain, but in reality I have no concrete proof of cheating. She could deny everything and just claim to have been playing dress-up." "I think I can help you there," said the investigator. "From recent phone conversations I am fairly sure that she is booked at the Holiday Inn by the harbor tonight at seven with a customer." "Interesting," Carl mused. "She's supposed to work late tonight. Beavis Hansson is running an internal audit. At least she wasn't lying about the working late part." "Do you want me present?" "No thanks. I'll handle the confrontation myself. I need your help to locate what room she's in though, and I would like you to stand-by with a firearm in case the John should make trouble. I don't like the idea that she has been associating with criminals. So if you could be within reach just in case..." "No problem Mr. Phelps. I will be within five minutes distance. You have my number. I will advice you to prepare a text message so you only have to press 'send' in the event you need assistance." "Excellent. Well, thanks for your services Mr. Jelnik. I'm very satisfied with your work. Please make out the final invoice after tonight and I will come by next week to settle the balance." The two men shook hands and Carl left. **** While he was driving Carl's mind was buzzing with a million thoughts. "Sue a call girl? Sue involved with drug lords? Sue bringing home STD's? Sue living a double life in a secret apartment?" It was a fucking nightmare, yes it was. His entire life... his fucking world was shaking in its foundation and getting ready to come crashing down. He felt numb inside. Should he contact a lawyer? Did he even want a divorce? He hadn't thought about that yet. Could he live with Sue knowing that she was hooker? And even if she agreed to stop prostituting herself, could he handle and forgive her past betrayal? And what about the kids? How do you even begin to deal with this much shit? Oh why Sue? WHY goddammit? Carl stopped at The Bouncing Beaver for a drink and to kill some time before the fateful confrontation. It was tempting to seek solace in a bottle but he limited himself to one drink to cool the nerves and a club sandwich for energy, despite a complete lack of appetite. He had originally planned to stay in the pub for a few hours, but too much reminded him of Sue. They had come here regularly on their kid-free evenings and met with friends. Those were good times. However Carl was now left to wonder whether Sue was whoring behind his back already back then. Hell, even the name of the pub was appropriate for the situation. 'The Bouncing Beaver.' Maybe Sue had been out bouncing her beaver when he wasn't looking. The irony made him laugh and he noticed the barkeeper eyeing him suspiciously. The poor guy probably wasn't used to people loosing their minds after just one drink. Maybe he'd better get out of here anyway. Seeking comfort in that bottle was much too tempting, but definitely not an option for a dad with two kids at home. He left The Bouncing Beaver and drove down to the harbor where he found himself a good observation spot outside The Holiday Inn. **** It was exactly seven a clock when he spotted her getting out of a Taxi in the company of a large slightly pudgy bearded man. This was the first time ever Carl saw his loving wife as blonde in real life. She looked fantastic, poise like a movie star and movements like a dancer, but it was definitely Sue. Not Sue-the-mom but Sue-the-call-girl. Why the hell did she never dress up like that for him? Why was she so bland and unremarkable at home, when she could look this good? Why did she go all out for her Johns but never for her loving husband? Carl felt jealous and betrayed all over again and his anger fueled his resolve. The couple entered the hotel lobby just as Carl crossed the street in a run. He waited outside for Mr. Jelnik's message. It arrived after about five minutes. "Room 517. Good luck. Standing by. J" "Thanks. I fear I'm gonna need all the luck I can get," Carl mumbled to himself and pushed through the revolving door entering the lobby. **** "Who is it?" a muffled female voice sounded from he other side of the door. "Room service. Your complimentary bottle of Champaign," Carl replied with a finger in his mouth. "Just a second." A moment later the door was opened by a blonde Sue wearing a hotel bathrobe. Her face went from a smile to pure terror when she recognised the man at the door. "Hi Sue," Carl said with a forced smile. "Missed me? Sorry, I lied about the Champaign." She caught herself and whispered in a frantic voice, eyes large with fear. Did She Cheat? "Carl! You must go quickly, please. I'm working. Go home and I promise I will explain everything later. Please trust me sweetie. Leave now." But the option to retreat was lost almost immediately when the large bearded man came up behind Sue in the doorway. "Who the hell's the joker? He's no waiter?" the man boomed. "I'm her husband, you asshole," Carl sneered. "Who the hell are you?" Sue closed her eyes as in pain and the guy broke out in laughter. "Fucking priceless. The hooker is married. HAH, who'd have thought? " Carl was getting increasingly pissed at the guy. "You can bet your worthless whoring scumbag ass she's married and she's coming with me right now! So you better pack your shit and get the hell..." A gun appeared in the bearded mans hand so fast Carl never saw where it came from. "The hell she's leaving! I've paid top dollar and I'm getting my moneys worth from this bitch. You can get her when I'm done, if there's anything left. For now Mr. Glock here says you ain't going nowhere wimp ass." While he was being duct taped to a chair Carl kept staring at Sue with an expression of loathing mixed with sadness. Betrayal. Even now she was betraying him. Sue bent down and kissed his cheek tenderly before taping his mouth. "Please don't look at me like that sweetie. He's right. I have accepted payment for a job and I must finish it. My reputation is at stake. Don't worry, I won't be long. Please trust me, ok?" The big guy laughed again. "Don't count on her not being long cuckold. I can go for hours; even with a chick as hot as Xenia. She'll be bowlegged before I'm done with her. I hope you took a good piss before you came here." "Xenia?" Carl thought. "A business name sweetie," Sue said and winked as if she had read his mind. "I don't give a flying shit what your goddamned name is slut," the big man growled. "I need you on my cock now. Haven't had any goddamned pussy for weeks. So get the on with it or I'll waste the cuck!" He rolled back on the bed and his manhood protruded upwards from the robe. The guy was exceptionally well endowed, Carl noticed with a pang of jealousy. Well endowed and obviously very horny. And worse yet: It seemed like Sue was actually going to make him watch her fuck that asshole! Some men would have given anything to be in Carl's shoes at this moment, but Carl himself was not one of them. He had never before felt as powerless as he did right there and then. It was like watching his marriage being smashed to pieces right in front of him. His beloved wife - yes he realized that he really did love Sue with all his heart and probably always would - was acting like a complete slut to a guy who was everything Carl was not. A guy who called her degrading names and who wouldn't think twice about murdering them both. He felt his eyes fill with tears of frustration and sadness. But there was nothing he could do. He was truly powerless. "I'm right here big daddy," Sue said seductively and straddled her customer. She was wearing sexy black bottomless lingerie with garters under the robe and looked hot enough to make a rubber chicken hard. Despite his anger Carl found himself wishing that he could have her in his bed dressed like this. Just once. Maybe he could make it part of the divorce settlement. Oh yes, divorce was the only option after this. When she chose her John over him Sue effectively ended their marriage. Ok there was the gun of course, but she didn't even try. Carl noticed with amusement that Sue's boobs seemed to have grown from nothing to a good B-size. "Bet the top is padded," he thought. Probably with something that felt natural because the John had grabbed her a few times without seeming to notice. That also meant that he never actually got to touch Sue's real boobs. Unless he removed the lingerie of course but no sane guy would ever do that. Somehow this made Carl feel a little better. "At least her boobs are still mine," he mused. And he sure could use something to make him feel better right about now because watching the action on the bed made him feel like shit. Still he couldn't help watching. It was like a bad accident. Like when you know that you ought to close your eyes or risk getting an awful image permanently etched onto your retina but can't help staring anyway. Sue was still straddling the guy, but now sliding her pussy back and forth along his cock gradually wetting his shaft with her juices. Her John seemed to enjoy himself immensely and though she had her back to him Carl could tell that Sue trembled slightly every time his cockhead passed over her clitoris. After a little more 'pussy-sliding' she lifted her ass so the tip of the cock caught the edge of her vaginal opening, and without further preliminaries sat up and took the entire length inside in one motion. "Gaaaah," the guy croacked and threw his head back in pleasure. Sue sat still for a second or two, as if taking a moment to absorb the flashes of pleasure generated by the sudden penile intrusion, and then she proceeded to ride him with full strokes. There was no mistaking that the guy was liking that a lot. "Ride it baby. I'm your wild bronco. Come on. HEEHAW! Pound that dick! Arrh... yes..." Carl watched the guy's slippery fat cock slide in and out of his wife, soaking her pussy with a white gooey residue as the rapid pumping whipped her own juices into a foaming grease. She kept up the pace for a few minutes before suddenly throwing herself violently forward on top of the guy. He gave a short raspy moan, spasmed a few times and then they both lay still. "That was fast," Carl thought to himself. **** Sue rose slowly from the bed and the semi-flaccid cock slipped out of her with a farting sound. She grabbed the John's shirt from the floor and quickly wiped herself between the legs before rushing to Carl and start cutting away the tape with a pair of scissors. "I'm so sorry sweetie..." she began, but Carl briskly pushed her aside and strode to the bed. Never before in his life had he hated anybody as much as he hated this guy and he was going to have it out with him; gun or no gun. "You fucking asshole!" he began, but then he spotted the spike in the guy's bloody eye. The other eye looked straight up in an unseeing gaze. Carl reeled back. "Sue! This man is... dead! Oh shit, he is dead. He's really dead!" "I know," Sue smiled. "I checked his pulse." "But he's... he's... he's..." "Dead," sweetie. "You said that already." "But how? Oh shit! How did it happen?" "A hairpin through the eye socket. Fast and efficient; clean too. There's hardly any bleeding. I saw it in a Japanese movie once. Awesome, eh?" "You?" "You see anybody else around here sweetie?" Sue laughed and pushed him down in the chair. "You killed that man Sue?" "Yes." "And are you planning on sticking one of those things in me next?" "Huh? Of course not sweetie. But you are gonna stick something in me right now." She fished out his cock and began massaging it. "Sue! You just fucked that guy over there. That DEAD guy over there. How can we possibly do this now? And here?" Sue smiled and kept on working his cock with her skilled fingers. "But I didn't really fuck him sweetie. I just distracted him long enough to get close. You saw how paranoid he was. I mean a gun in the bathrobe? Jeez, what a looser. So I used the pussy tactic. It never fails. But it has one unfortunate side effect..." She stared intensely at her husband with a smile that made him feel like a bowl of raw hamburger in a dog pound. "... it leaves me extremely horny. So I'm very happy you're here sweetie. Very happy indeed." Carl's cock was getting painfully hard now in her expert hand and he was breathing heavily. He couldn't help it. She knew all of his triggers and wasn't afraid of using them. He made a final desperate attempt at temperance and common sense. "Sue, please. There's a fucking dead body in the room with us. You get that? There's a corpse in the bed, for crying out loud!" "Oh Carl. You always know exactly what to say to drive me wild. I love you so much. I gotta have you inside me. NOW!" She sat down on top of him in the chair and guided his cock inside. He had expected her to be loosened up after riding the monster-cock of the dead asshole but she felt just as tight as usual, only a lot wetter. Immediately she started gyrating while kissing him deeply. Sue was always a great kisser and her exploring tongue soon made him forget all minor mundane annoyances like being out of milk, needing new front tires on the car, having a dead body in the bed... Soon -- much too soon - Carl felt his defenses crumble and the effort needed to keep from going off prematurely gradually grew to herculean proportions. Luckily Sue was balancing on the edge as well. Her gyrating motions became increasingly faster and suddenly she buried her head in his shoulder and sunk her teeth into his flesh. The flash of pain made Carl's concentration slip and with a roar he started pumping his warm seed into her pulsating pussy. She in turn was clinging to him for dear life while her orgasm washed through her shivering body like a scalding flood of all-consuming raw pleasure. They held on to each other in post-coital recovery and enjoyed the closeness for a while. Sue kissed Carl's shoulder tenderly. "Sorry sweetie. I bit you and now you're bleeding." "Even if you had eaten the entire fucking arm the sex was totally worth it," Carl replied dreamily. "Holy crap Sue! That was the best ever." Sue giggled and got up on shaking legs. She picked up her clothes from the floor. "We should get dressed and prepare to leave sweetie. The cleaners will be here soon." "The cleaners? Shit! We need to get rid of... that... that thing on the bed Sue! I think we need black garbage sacks. Or a big suitcase. And a chainsaw. Or we could roll it in a carpet and carry it outside..." Sue laughed happily. "That is so sweet Carl. You actually want to protect me from getting in trouble? Don't worry. It's a special cleaning company, and I have an arrangement with them. They take twenty-five percent of the contract, but in return they get rid of everything. Expensive but totally worth it." "Bodies too?" "Oh yes; both marks and colatterals. And the crew foreman is a retired FBI forensics specialist, so they miss nothing. I've trusted them for years. Uncle Sam uses them too for domestic wet work." "You got paid to kill that man?" "Sure did. Great isn't it?" Sue giggled. "But how long have you..." "Been killing people? Oh, for a long time sweetie. Since we met actually. Remember Ryan Metcalfe?" "The quarterback? Unfortunately, yes. He kicked my ass a few times back in college," Carl sighed. "He dropped dead on the track one day though. Bad heart, or so I heard." "Not really," Sue said and winked. "I got very angry with him because he hit my boyfriend, so one day when we were alone on the track I asked him for an autograph. As the pompous fool bent down to write in my book, I slammed a screwdriver into his ear as hard as I could. He fell over without a sound, jerked a few times and was dead." "You killed a guy for beating me up?" Carl was stunned. "Well I did have a second agenda sweetie. Remember what happened the day they found Ryan dead?" "We... we had sex for the first time Sue. You came running to my room like a bitch in heat and practically ripped my clothes off. Are you saying that killing Ryan made you excited?" Sue smiled her radiant smile. "Did it ever! It was totally awesome. I realized then that I couldn't possibly go back to killing pets and farm animals. What a rush. This was what I was born to do." "Crap! You seriously have like a... a murder fetish Sue?" "Guess so. But I wish you would stop making it sound like it's a bad thing," she continued with a somber expression. "At least I'm not into perverse shit like whips and chains and stuff like that." "Please don't take this the wrong way, ok? But you're fucking insane!" Carl blurted out. "Come on sweetie." Sue said patiently and caressed his cheek. " Thousand of people die every day; mostly in vain or for a stupid reason. Where is the harm in me killing some for a good reason? " "And you're actually getting paid? What do you do with the money?" Sue smiled again. "You have them sweetie; you just don't know it. There's a Cayman account in your name with a seven-figure balance. That way you will get the money if something should happen to me, even if you didn't know about the account. Let's face it; my job isn't exactly low risk." "My wife of twenty two years is a practicing murder fetishist," Carl repeated through his palms. "My life is turning into a fucking sitcom." "If you keep using the F-word I might just have to jump your bones again," Sue said and sent him a naughty smile," but sadly we don't have time." "So you kill people for money and you get sexually excited doing it?" Carl said again. "I don't understand it myself sweetie, but yes. I love my job. This is what I am; this is what I do, and I'm very good at it. You might say that I've made my hobby into a career. I'm sorry I never told you about it, but I was so scared that you would ask me to quit or maybe even leave me. You're my man and I love you so much. I can't bear the thought of being without you and the kids." She looked pleadingly at him with a worried expression. "You won't, will you? Are we ok sweetie? Are you very angry with me?" Carl inhaled sharply. "Well Sue, I will..." There was a loud crash and the door busted open. Mr. Jelnek stepped inside, gun in hand and a worried expression on his face. He looked relieved when he saw Carl alive and well. "Mr. Phelps! Good to see you. Are you all right?" They heard a sharp 'PLOP' and Mr. Jelnek fell forward like a sack of potatoes. Behind him in the doorway Chris stood brandishing a strange looking black gun with a very thick barrel. "Got him!" she said triumphantly and kicked the corpse. Then she spotted Carl and broke into a big smile. "Daddy! You're helping mom with work too? Awesome!" Before the stunned Carl had time to answer, Sue took at step forward looking grimly at her daughter. "Christine Phelps! I cannot BELIEVE what you just did!" Once again Carl was baffled. Was Sue actually going to lecture Chris after what she just did herself? "What have I told you time and time again?" Sue demanded. Chris looked down in embarrassment and shuffled her feet. "When using 22 subsonics ALWAYS double tap," she quoted from memory. "Sorry mom, I forgot." Christine pointed her gun at the remains of Mr. Jelnek and there was another 'PLOP'-sound. "Good. Now come here both of you," Sue said smiling and pulled her husband and her daughter into a big family hug. Carl was still fighting to absorb the absurdness of the entire situation. His wife and his daughter had just killed two men right before his eyes and both acted as if it was no big deal. His entire life had basically gone from picket fence to freak-show in less than an hour. But while hugging his two girls he was suddenly struck with the realization that he really didn't give a shit. He loved them both with all his being and true love is unconditionally. And with understanding came acceptance. "Love you guys," he said, and meant it. **** "So you see Dub, Sue wasn't cheating on me after all. Sure she had to seduce a guy once in a while, but she never let them fool around longer than necessary, and she always dealth with them before they came in her. So it wasn't really cheating y'know. I can't tell you how relieved I am old friend." Dubya huffed and gave a short bark. "You can say that again! When she comes home from work she's so horny we almost fuck each other unconscious. It's amazing. And she's got a lingerie collection you wouldn't believe. It will take a while before I've test-driven all of it." Carl held up the leash over a low bush as they passed on each side of it. Dubya lifted his legs and gave it a few streaks of fertilizer. "I know, I know. Sue kills people for a living. But hey, nobody's perfect. We all have our little quirks and edges, right? At least she doesn't smoke..." "Woof," Dubya answered. That's his opinion and he's sticking to it. Did She Know? I was in my small studio apartment just chatting on-line with my new webcam, which I bought at Best Buy. I was browsing through people just chit-chatting and making small talk, it was actually boring. This one girl named Brianna and I were talking and well I guess that she thought of me boring so she made up some lame excuse to go. So, I made it look like that I bought it all, and decided that I would get off too. I just left it on, went to the Subway under the apartment, and brought it back up to my room. This webcam sucks I thought to myself. Why would I ever buy this thing? What girl would want to even talk to me? After my foot-long sub, I went to my computer to look at some porn, on account of the fact that I wasn't getting anywhere with the cam. But wait, what was this? Wow, it was Brianna and she was coming out of her bathroom, with just a towel draped around her body! I saw her go back in and was disappointed to think that she was just about to go in and I wasn't going to see this beautiful woman. She really was beautiful. She had the most perfect C-cup breasts, and was skinny, just like those naked models on the scrambled porn channels. I walked to the fridge to go get a beer, and wait for her to come out of her shower. I figured that it was fine, because she blew me off, and it was her fault that she left her webcam on. After what seemed like a minute of waiting, she came back out and this time I realized that her hair was wet, she must have just gotten out. Then, she threw her towel of and it quickly covered the cam, but fell off after a second. Where'd she go? Damn, she left the screen. There she is, and let me just describe her in one word. Perfect. This time that she entered the screen, Brianna came with a purple, penis sculpted dildo. Her bed was just low enough to the ground for the cam to be able to see the entire bed. She lied down on her pink silk sheets and started caressing each hip with her hands. One hand moved to circle the pink nipples of her perk breast, while the other started rubbing her neatly shaven mound. By this time her moaning had gotten loud enough that I could hear it through my computer, after I turned the volume up to max. This was just too much for me. I pulled my semi hard-on out of my jeans, and started fooling around with it. Who knew that our mutual masturbation could be so great? She just grabbed this dildo off of her night stand and lunged it into her cunt. She was really going at it now, and so was I. She took her left breast and starting sucking it with her tongue. She took the dildo out of her pussy and rammed it into her ass. It looked like it must of hurt, but I guess that her pussy juice must have lubed it up. That thing moving in and out of her ass looked so good. So I took my left hand and started to rub my asshole. I took some of the pre-cum off of my dick and rubbed it on my left index finger so I could insert in my ass. She took the dildo out of her ass and rubbed it on the outside of her pussy a couple of times then shoved it into her mouth. That looked so good, I just wished that was my penis going from hole to hole with no stopping. I took my finger out of my ass and rubbed it with pre-cum again and licked it clean. Her hips were bucking like crazy now as she threw the dildo to the side and started to insert three fingers, then four, then her whole fist. I couldn't believe that she could really do that to herself. Her moans increased to screams of pain and joy. I was also on the verge of cumming, and my grunting and groans had become more frequent. Her tits were perked up, and she rubbed that sweet juice from her clit all over her tits. I could see them gleaming through the computer screen. Her whole fist kept on pounding away, but that must not have been enough for her, because she stuck two more fingers in where possible. My ass fingering picked up too. I had three fingers simultaneously pumping in as my hand jerked my pole. She was so close to cumming, I could hear it in her whines. Then it happened a small stream of cum shot out of her pussy and onto her bed. I just wanted to lick it all up. Just after she came I knew it was my turn, so I focused all my attention on my cock and ass pounding. I was so close to cumming. I looked down as my cock, and my orgasm hit me. Right in my face to be exact. I licked the cum on my lips off, and just sat there for a moment and what was the greatest session of masturbation I had ever, ever had. I looked up at the screen to see what my lady friend had done since I last looked. Oh my God! She was looking at me! Two big pearly whites were gaping at the screen at me. Then she asked if I had fun. I was so scared to reply back that I just turned off the computer. I couldn't believe that, did she know that I was watching her the whole time. I'll just build up my confidence and maybe talk to her later. But that's another story. Did She Know? My neighbor, Tom, stood next to me at the window looking out on the gathering below in the garden. "She's pretty. Your wife, I mean. She's very sexy," He said. "You mean for a guy like me?" I asked half jokingly. He put is large hand on my shoulder and laughed. "You scored with her Paul," he said. "Don't know how you did it, but she's a looker." My wife, Jemma, was scurrying around the garden attending to her guests at the barbeque. She wore a pair of lime green shorts that emphasized her curved ass and a thin white cotton t-shirt that didn't quite reach the waistband of her shorts. Although Jemma was not the sporting type she was blessed with long, muscled legs that tapered to finely boned ankles. Her hair was in a shaggy dirty blond style that seemed to draw you into her deep blue eyes. Tom was right she was a "looker" but she was also a shy and very private person. She took her religious faith seriously and applied the same commitment to our marriage. She worked as an administrator in a local charity. She noticed us standing at the window and tossed off one her perfect smiles before returning to her conversation with an elderly woman who lived several doors down. It was typical of her to find the most lonely and needy person and to offer a moment of happiness or understanding. I sometimes wondered whether marrying me had also been one of her acts of charity. "Some guys like to imagine someone else fucking their wife." He paused, and then continued, "But if the guy's actually serious it usually turns out the wife's a dog." "Oh," I said, recalling the thrill and shame of my own imaginings. "Jemma wouldn't do anything like that," I added quickly. "But you would. Is that what you mean?" He asked. I shrugged my shoulders. "It's theoretical. She wouldn't dream of it." Tom turned on his heels and walked away, stopping at the doorway. "She's a stunning piece of pussy. Let me know if you persuade her." The plan occurred to me that night. Jemma was curled up on the sofa, immersed in one of her endless mystery novels. I was watching a baseball game and daydreaming. The air was heavy and the crickets chorused outside. She had showered and changed into light cotton skirt that she tugged down occasionally to cover her exposed panties. Her hair was wet and she smelled freshly soaped. Her eyes drifted above the page and she smiled at me. It was a smile of innocence and trust. It was an innocence and trust I planned to abuse in the most extreme way. All that was needed was to persuade Jemma to "try something kinky" and the rest would be simple. The plan was, as far as I could tell, full-proof. I would get to watch another man fuck Jemma and Jemma herself would never know. First though I had to engineer an argument. "What do you mean?" she asked, her eyes widening in hurt surprise. "I just think our love-making is boring. It's just the same every time." "You've never said anything before," Jemma said. "I thought you liked it." "Liked what?" I said irritably. "What we do in bed," she said. "'It', 'what we do in bed' – you're not talking to your priest Jemma. How about using the word 'fuck' occasionally? Sometimes I just want to fuck. Nothing romantic, no bullshit, a straight fuck." "OK, OK," Jemma said, the first tears rolling down her cheek. "I honestly didn't know sweetie. Please don't be angry." "Maybe you could be a bit more adventurous." "Just tell me what you want," she said, "I didn't know you were so unhappy." A few days later Jemma walked into the TV room with a look of apprehension. She was dressed exactly as she had been that afternoon when Tom first saw her. The TV room opened out onto a small patio; the patio doors were wide open allowing a warm breeze to fill the room. Her eyes fell on the blindfold and rope lying on the couch. "Tell me you love me," she said in a small voice. "I love you," I replied, although somehow I couldn't quite meet her eye. She stood in the middle of the room, her hands hanging loosely at her side while I knotted the blindfold tightly. I led her over to the bench I had dragged in from the garage. I placed a cushion under her tummy and bent her over the bench tying her wrists to the legs of the bench. "Are you comfortable?" I asked softly, leaning down close to her. "It's ok," she replied. "What are you going to do?" I stepped back. "For fuck's sake, Jemma, either you're going to do this or not. I'm sick of your prissiness and your boring fucking conventionality. You're supposed to be my fucking wife. Do you want me to go satisfy myself with a whore?" "No. I'm sorry, I really am. I'm just nervous," she spluttered, taken back by my sudden anger. "Good. Trust me and everything will be okay." I put on a top-forty radio station to cover any accidental noises and flipped the patio light twice, signaling to Tom that I was ready. While I waited I set up the tripod for the video camera and sound recording. Tom stood next to me and smiled. He walked slowly across the room towards Jemma, first placing his hand gently on her waist. She jumped and quickly apologized. Then Tom slid his hand beneath her t-shirt running it along her flank and across her back. "Mmm, your hands are warm," she said thinking it was my hand. He reached under her and snapped open the button of her shorts. Jemma wriggled her ass a little to help him pull them down past her thighs. He slipped his fingers under her white cotton French-cut panties and slid them down a little way exposing her ass. Walking around the bench he pulled her t-shirt up. As instructed, Jemma was braless, and he cupped one of her firm 36c tits in his hand. She jumped again when he pinched her nipple hard. Next he kneeled down behind her, his face level with her ass. I could see her mouth open as she felt his breath against her skin. He pulled open her ass cheeks, exposing her pink anus and the sublime slope leading to her pussy. "What are you doing", Jemma asked, a note of concern, perhaps protest in her voice. Tom immediately stood up and spanked her sharply across ass cheeks. "Ow!" She protested. Tom spanked her again and again until she kept quiet. Then he resumed his position, his tongue flicking out and probing her ass. He lifted her hips and allowed his tongue to explore further down until he penetrated the first folds of her cunt. All the time I watched Jemma's face; the creases of her confusion and concern, the look of panic when Tom's palm first smacked against her ass and then a look of bitter submission. Now that Tom's tongue was embedded in her pussy a new look overtook her face. This time it was a look at first of curiosity and then one of intense concentration. Tom stood up and slid a finger deeply, easily, into her hole. I could see Jemma's breathing becoming quicker, the faint outline of her ribs moving beneath her olive brown skin. "Paul," she said quietly, flinching expecting a new blow to her ass. I moved closer to Tom. "What?" "I know I'm not always a good wife to you. I know that you have needs, sexual needs that I pretend I can't see." She paused a moment. "Sweetie, I get so confused sometimes about this stuff. Sometimes," she paused again, weighing her words, "sometimes I do myself and think about porno stuff. I can't help it and I feel so ashamed of myself. I feel like I don't deserve your love and if you knew what I did you would throw me out." "Don't be silly, my love," I said softly, moving around to her face. "Kiss me, please," she whimpered. I knelt down and felt the heat of her mouth with my lips. "You like being finger-fucked?" Jemma nodded. "You feel so strong tonight," she said, "I've never been touched like that before. It just seems so right. I can't stop myself wanting it." "Good," I whispered. "What do you think about when you masturbate?" I asked. "What?" Jemma, said alarmed. "It's okay, it's okay. It's just me and you. Tell me." "You know, porno stuff. Sex with guys. Sometimes," she smiled a little and swallowed hard, "more than one guy." "You think about being gangbanged?" "Yes." "Do you think about particular men?" I asked, as Tom stripped off behind her, stroking his cock to the sweet sound of her voice. She hesitated before answering. "You wont be mad?' She asked. "No, of course not," I replied, moving closer and brushing my lips against her cheek. "Yes. Sometimes I think about guys." "Who?" "Usually just some stranger I've met at work or someone around. But I love you Paul. I would never, ever, ever do anything. I promise." "What about the guy next door?" "You mean Tom?" she asked slowly. "Yes," I replied "Tom." She paused again. "I've seen him looking at me," she said quietly. "Do you like being looked at?" "Oh Paul," she said, "don't let's ruin things. They're just silly thoughts. They don't mean anything." "Do you imagine him fucking you, fingering you? His cock in your mouth?" This time there was a longer pause. "Yes. Don't be mad at me. Please." "When I fuck your face I want you to imagine it's his cock in your mouth." "Yes, Paul," she replied I stepped back and walked across to the couch and sat beside the video camera and its blinking red light. Tom was naked and hard. He pressed the tip of his cock against her mouth which she opened eagerly. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and thrust into her mouth. I could see her gag and then gasp for breath as he pulled out and then I watched as Jemma sucked and licked Tom's cock and allowed her mouth to be used for his pleasure. When he entered her pussy I saw her mouth open in surprise and pleasure. Tom's fingers dug into Jemma's ass and thighs and he pounded her cunt, each stroke forcing her swollen clit tight against the bench and bringing out loud gasps of throaty pleasure. I had never seen her so sunk into her own sexual need, her whole body knife-edged, awaiting for an explosion to ripple through her. When she orgasmed a loud groan escaped her lips. Tom pulled out of her and, using his hand, shot his jism in an arc across her ass and back. Later we lay in bed in the darkness. She smelled of sex, of cum and cunt. I moved closer to her, burying my head in her hair and spooning her ass. "Maybe we should invite Tom over next weekend," I suggested. "Would you like that?" "Yes" she whispered.