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My Too Beautiful Wife - FTDS

By: FinishTheDamnStory



Beauty is only skin deep, if that - my ending to hopelesslydevoted's My Beautiful Wife 

URL: http://www.literotica.com/s/my-beautiful-wife-1

hopelesslydevoted's My Beautiful Wife is a twist on a cheating slut story. His wife decides she's going to bat for the other team with a colleague of her husband's, and decides to do it at a party his company is having to celebrate a recent success.

They don't hide anything, with the wife freely admitting she's the other woman's date, dancing with her, ignoring her husband, and finally telling him to go home, she's going to go up to the woman's room, and bed her. All she tells her husband, when he argues, is to tell him to go home, that she's going to do it no matter what he says, and that in the morning he'd agree it was for the best.

Maybe not.

There are too damn many intriguing stories that are never completed, or left hanging with disgusting endings. If I find a story that's been abandoned for too long, I'll give you my idea of an ending. Fair warning though, I don't write about total wimps. May not be BTB, all nuclear and shit, but no voluntary cucks, or whiny simpering wimps. 

For Information on how I choose which stories to continue, please read my profile.

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Ending to My Beautiful Wife

I pleaded - there's no other word for it. "Jan, don't do this."

She stroked my cheek and said, "I love you. I'm not leaving you. But tonight I'm going to bed with Jessica. We'll talk in the morning and you'll agree it's for the best."

"I won't."

She kissed me on my forehead as you would a small child. "You will. At the moment you don't understand and you're hurt, but I promise you you'll agree with me. Goodnight"

She turned to go. The two of them looked so good - so beautiful, so sexy and quite clearly had nothing but each other on their minds. How could I stop them? Why should I stop them? 

"Jan ..." I called - pleaded.

She looked to see what I had to say, but I had nothing coherent to offer. She blew me a kiss, turned again and was gone.

I was stunned and humiliated. Not just that she chose to do it. That she chose to do it here, now, in the presence of all the people I worked with, that was more than I could bear.

I loved the gorgeous bitch, I did, but there's only so much a man can take. And this was way over the line.

I walked over to the elevator that they'd chosen, and watched the numbers change before it stopped on the seventh floor. She was serious. The fucking cheating slut was serious!

Marching back into the main lounge, I picked up my iPhone and called my cousin Frank.

"Hey Andy, how's it going?" he asked.

"For shit, Frank. Absolute shit."

"What? Why? What's wrong?" he asked.

"Jan is cheating on me. She has been for a while. I need you to do me a huge favor."

"Whatever, Andy, you know that. Whatever I can, I owe you."

I wasn't going to bring that up, but he did owe me, big time. I was hoping that would be all it took. "Great, I appreciate this more than I can say. I need you to go over to my house now, tonight, as soon as possible. Go out to my garage and on the shelf above my toolbox are all the old locks for my house, from when we first moved in. I need you to take off the new ones, and put the old one's back in place. It's just the front door, the back door, and the door to the garage. Shouldn't take more than half an hour or so. They should pop right into place. Can you do that for me?"

"You're gonna lock her out?"

"For now. I'll deal with the fallout later."

"Anything else?" he asked.

That was all I had really planned, but if he was offering . . . . "Yeah, if you don't mind. Grab some of the old moving boxes out of the garage, and dump her stuff in them. Everything from her dresser, her side of the sink, and her closet. You don't have to be neat about it. Actually, I'd prefer it you weren't."

"Shit. You're serious. You're not just locking her out, you're throwing her out!"

"Abso-fucking-lutely. I'm taking control of this crap before it goes any further. She's cheating on me, and she went out of her way to humiliate me tonight. It's time she learned a lesson!"

I noticed more than a few people looking my way as I got more animated and louder, speaking into the phone. "Listen Frank, I appreciate you taking my call. Just do it if you can, alright?"

"Got it. Consider it done. I'm leaving now."

With step one taken care of. I hunted down Dennis in HR. It only took me a minute or so to confirm what I already knew. Our company was old, and old fashioned in its views. It was reflected in the employee handbook.

I stopped at the hotel desk, and it only took a little bit of lying to confirm that we had eighteen rooms that were taking advantage of the company's subsidized discounted rate. From there it was easy to get a list of the rooms, but no names. I didn't make a fuss, that was enough for me. Room numbers were all I needed. There were only three on the seventh floor. The second call from the house phone hit the jackpot when Jessica answered. I hung up. Room 704. That's where the lying cheating cunts were holed up.

I was thankful that Jessica had encouraged me to speak with Richard, the main board director and his cronies. After spending an hour or so talking with him and some of our senior people, I felt he'd be willing to listen to what I had to say. The man was 'old school', had been with the company forever, and from our conversation seemed very straight-laced. 

To say that he and one of the other men were interested was an understatement. They agreed to follow me. I couldn't have asked for more. I invited Matthew along for shits and grins. He could confirm everything that had happened earlier, if there were any questions. I stopped at the bar and ordered a bottle of champagne, paying twice what it should have cost, but not concerned about that in the least. No, money was not one of my current concerns.

We took the elevator to the seventh floor. Outside of room 704, I hushed my acquaintances, and knocked. I saw the peephole darken, and stood to the side, holding up the champagne for them to see. 

Jessica's voice spoke up. "Who is it?"

"I haff a bottle of champagne for Jesseeca and Jan, from a Meester Andrew Devon," I answered in a bad Spanish accent. "There eees a message."

I heard whispering on the other side of the door, and then it opened. "Come in."

I walked in, pushing past a stunned Jessica, to find my naked wife lying on the bed, trying to cover herself with the bedspread. I turned to face Richard. 

"As I explained. The naked adulteress on the bed is my wife. Jessica, the slut in the robe, has been seducing her, and is now engaged in an affair with her. Against my wishes. Here, at a company sponsored event, in a company subsidized room."

Jessica was trying to hold her hotel supplied robe closed, her clothing scattered across the floor. My wife was sobbing, yelling at me, while Richard and the other member of the senior team seemed to be enjoying the show. 

"You certainly have a lovely wife," Richard said, eying Jan's bare breasts. They certainly were a sight.

"All too true. She's gorgeous. It's funny, isn't it, the level of entitlement that beautiful women think they're due?"

"What do you have to say for yourself, Miss Anderson?" he asked, facing Jessica.

"What we do is nobody's business," she insisted. "We are both consenting adults. You have no right to be in here."

"Funny, I'm quite certain you invited us in," I said. "Isn't that what you heard, Richard?"

"Quite clearly. 'Come in', she said. Sounds like an invitation to me. Besides, we're paying for two thirds of the room. I suspect that our legal department could work that in our favor," he said, grinning. "What do you think, David?"

David, our company's senior legal counsel was quite firm. "There was a clear invitation issued. Also, there is an implied consent between a husband and wife in a shared domicile."

Richard nodded and addressed Jessica. "I'd like you to report to my office, first thing Monday morning. We'll address any possibility of you retaining your job at that point. Our company has clear rules about this type of thing. We will not allow one employee to treat another this way. It's not how we do things. Your type of morals are not approved of, and are not desired. Am I clear?"

Jessica hung her pretty head, tears welling in her eyes. "Yes sir."

I turned to face my terrified wife. "You. Do not come home. You have a room you can use in the hotel if you wish, for tonight. After that, you're on your own. I will not share a roof with a cheating slut."

"It's not like that, Andy," she sobbed.

"It definitely is. You've been cheating on me ever since I was sent on travel. With this stupid cunt I work with. Deny it."

She shook her head. "It didn't start that way, you have to understand. I . . . I let her talk me into it. She assured me you'd love it. All men do. You'd get to watch us. She said—"

"She lied to you, you idiot. I have no interest in seeing you with anyone else. You were my wife, damn it! Now you're just another cheating slut!" I guess I was raising my voice. Richard patted me on the shoulder.

"Come on, Andy, not now. You've made your point. Let me buy you a drink, and we can discuss that idea you had a little more in depth."

His intentions were obvious, and I allowed him to usher me out of the room. He grinned. "I like a man of action. No bullshit. I'm sorry that the company travel allowed someone like Jessica to use your absence as a way to interfere with your marriage. I have no patience whatever for that type of deceit, trickery and betrayal. Trust me on this, she won't be getting off easy."

"Thank you. I appreciate your going along with this."

He laughed. "Most entertaining Christmas party in at least ten years. Don't let it get to you. My only suggestion is next time, marry an ugly woman. Have you seen Margie, my third? Best decision I ever made. If you wanna be happy for the rest of your life, never make a pretty woman your wife."

Half an hour later, we were drinking our single malt scotches, and singing obnoxiously loud to the old Jimmy Soul tune.

If you wanna be happy for the rest of your life

Never make a pretty woman your wife

So from my personal point of view

Get an ugly girl to marry you

A pretty woman makes her husband look small

And very often causes his downfall

As soon as he marries her then she starts

To do the things that will break his heart

Richard's wife was giving him some pretty harsh glares. I imagined he'd be getting an earful later. David wasn't doing much better. His wife was a two hundred pound battle ax, but at least her glances our way were much more tolerant. Perhaps it was because they heard the praises their inebriated husbands cast their way. Loving, adoring, smart, kind, affectionate, tolerant, supportive were just a few of the words they used.

I got misty eyed, looking at those good women, loving women, knowing I'd traded off those kind of attributes for facial symmetry and a great body. It hardly seemed worth it. When David's wife stopped by the table, talking softly to her husband, reminding him that it was a company function, her love and concern for her husband simply radiated from her.

It was too much, and I broke down. Never, in all my years of marriage had my wife looked at me like that. I felt soft arms envelop me. "It'll be Okay, Andy," she whispered, pressing me against her soft matronly bosom, where I would have been content to stay forever.

I turned and my face sank into her ample cleavage, giving my anguish free rein. She cooed to me, petting my hair, and in just a few moment, I felt more loved than I ever had in my marriage.

David put a hand around my shoulders, once I'd almost calmed down. "Watch yourself, old man," he said, his voice sounding more amused than anything else. "This one's taken. Very." 

Her arms slowly released me, and I finally realized the inappropriateness of my behavior. I pulled my face out of her cleavage, and looked up in fear. She smiled, leaned down and kissed me on the forehead. "It'll get better. I know it doesn't seem like it now, but it will get better, I promise."

In that moment she was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. I confessed drunkenly to this woman who I barely knew, another man's wife. "God, I wish my wife was half as beautiful as you are."

She blushed adorably. "Now I know you've had enough to drink."

"If you weren't married . . ."

She pulled my arms away from her body. "But I am married, Andrew. Very happily married. I'll give you a free pass this time, you're hurting, and drunk. This idiot husband of mine has certainly contributed to your current state. You need to understand, I love my David, and would never do anything to bring shame, pain, or doubt into our relationship. Never. Not even for a handsome, up-and-coming young man like you. So you need to pull your act together and behave yourself. People are watching."

I looked around, and felt the eyes upon me. "I'm sorry." I turned to David, my new best friend. "I'm sorry, Dave. Didn't mean nothin' you know? I wouldn't, I couldn't take her. You know that, right? So sorry."

He stood and gave his wife a hug, and a loving kiss. "I know. There isn't a man alive that could take her from me. Not because I'm all that, but because she is."

I knew it was true, and found myself crying in my beer again.

The last thing I recalled of that episode was asking her if she had a sister.

~ * ~ * ~

Much later I allowed my new best friends to pour me into a taxi which delivered me to the front of a house I could no longer get into, since I didn't have a key for the locks. So much for my wonderful plans.

I managed, somehow to convince Siri to call Frank. He was unhappy to be woken after two in the morning, to say the least. "Damn it, Andy," he growled. "The key is in the mailbox, where you told me to put it."

"Sorry, ol' buddy," I slurred. "Got rid of the bitch, though. Made some new friends. You wanna be happy for the rest a your life, never make a pretty woman your wife," I told him. My newfound wisdom was dazzling.

"Go to bed, Andy. And don't do anything stupid tomorrow."

Somehow I managed to find the key and even get the door open. I almost broke my neck on the stack of boxes in the entrance, but found my way past them, and up the stairs where I collapsed in the same bed my cheating bitch wife had fucked her gorgeous lover in. Without me. Slut.

~ * ~ * ~

I woke with a pounding headache, a mouthful of cotton, and my evil soon-to-be ex-wife sitting on the bed looking down at me. 

Fuck. So much for changing the door locks. I guess I forgot to lock up the night before.

I didn't wake up with amnesia. I remembered everything she'd done. And I wasn't happy to see her. No way.

"Why, Andy? Why couldn't you—"

I held up one hand, rolled out of bed, staggered to the bathroom, and threw up a cheap chicken dinner, at least a dozen shots of single malt scotch, and three feet of my lower intestines. Luckily I had good aim and hit the toilet. Once I'd had enough of the dry heaves, I took a piss, and stepped under the cold shower. Ten minutes, five aspirin, and two glasses of water later, I still felt like shit, inside and out.

I braced myself to confront the bitch. She was sitting on the edge of the bed. She looked about as bad as I felt. Still wearing that hideously expensive dress I'd bought her. A waste of perfectly good money. It would be stupid to throw good money after bad. I might be a lot of things, but I'm not stupid.

I crawled back into bed.

"Why, Andy?" she started again. "Why couldn't you trust me? Everything was gonna be wonderful, I swear," she said.

"Wonderful for you, maybe," I said, trying to cover my eyes from the obnoxious daylight. "You get two lovers, while I get half of one. Maybe. You're a liar, a cheat, a slut, and a lousy wife, Jan. You humiliated me in front of the people I work with, damn you! Now you can take your skanky ass out of this house, and get lost. I'll start the paperwork on Monday."

"No. This is my house as well as yours. We're not getting divorced over something as stupid as this. I never cheated on you damn it! I was with Jessica, not some man. It's not the same, and you know it! I can't believe you're blowing this all out of proportion."

"Get out Jan. I'm not going to say it again. I'm furious with you. You're a beautiful woman. Too beautiful, so you think you can do whatever you want and get away with it. Not with me, not anymore. You'll find some other poor sucker soon enough. Leave."

"No!" she shrieked. "This is my home too!"

I sat up and shouted in her face. "Damn it, you ignorant bitch! I'm trying to help you here. Leave, before I make a mess out of that gorgeous face. I want to do nothing more right now than punch you in the mug over and over again, until you are as hideous on the outside as on the inside!" I sneered at her. My rage was overwhelming, and my headache wasn't helping things. I grabbed her by the neck with one hand, and made a fist, raising it. "Making you ugly might help a lot. Get your fucking ego down to where it belongs. Maybe then you'd be a decent wife."

I guess she realized I was telling the truth. Not that I was ever likely to hit her, but I damn sure wanted to. She struggled away from me, backed off the bed nervously, and when I crawled off after her, she took off like a shot, running down the stairs, and out of the house.

It took a few minutes to move her boxes out the door, then lock up behind her. Good riddance.

~ * ~ * ~

Of course nothing's ever that easy. Jessica wasn't fired, but she caught holy hell for her actions, was reprimanded, and sent on the road, to keep her out my hair I'm assuming. As for me, my ideas were looked upon very favorably, and within a month I was tasked with carrying them out, with a new promotion and a new title. At least business wise, my world was looking up.

Jan wouldn't let it go. She called, she sent her envoys, she worked on my parents. She sent letters, flowers, and gifts. I didn't get it. She could move on easily enough. Men hit on her all of the time. It was obvious I wasn't enough for her. Why fight the inevitable?

She had received the divorce paperwork, and after a couple of weeks of delay offered to sign it, if I would just speak with her face-to-face. Honestly, after six weeks, I was past that initial blinding anger. The humiliation I'd felt had been turned around on her and Jessica. My response had been overwhelming, and the talk of the office. How I'd handled it was common news, and apparently very appreciated by most of my peers. Beautiful women like Jessica piss off a lot of people with their attitude, and taking her down made me a hero. My new responsibilities, and casual friendship with the powers within the business made me the envy of the firm. I was suddenly of great interest to many of the ladies, and was seriously considering doing something about that.

I decided to deal with the flood of reconciliation efforts by my wife, and responded to Jan's email. I told her I would be available the next day. She had been decent enough not to make a big deal out of me throwing her out of the house. She could have fought it easily enough. I had no legal right to evict her, but she didn't challenge it, and I appreciated that. Other than that complete mess at the Christmas party, she'd gone out of her way to be a good sport about everything. Except signing the divorce papers.

The next evening rolled around, and I'd made an effort to clean up the place. I dumped the empty pizza boxes and fast food bags, and filled the recycling bin with beer bottles and soda cans. I even vacuumed and did the dishes, spraying a can of Febreeze around to deal with the stale food smell. I didn't want it to look like I was suffering without her. I had packed up a box of the things she'd left behind, much more orderly this time. I even cooked up a light dinner. 


My Too Beautiful Wife - FTDS



She arrived, knocking at the entrance. She was as beautiful as ever, damn her. She stood hesitantly on the doorstep. "Come in, Jan," I said, holding the door open wide.

"You're not going to punch me in the face, are you Andy?" she said. Christ, I think she actually believed it.

"Of course not. Wanting to do it, and acting on it are two different things. I would never hit you, no matter how badly I wanted to. It doesn't mean we'll be kissing and making up, either."

She entered the house nervously, her head on a swivel, looking around. I invited her into the living area, and offered her a drink. She accepted the beer, and I had one as well, sitting opposite her. "Dinner's on, if you'd like to stay," I said.

She looked at me oddly. "You hate me. Why would you invite me for dinner?"

"I don't hate you, Jan. I hate what you did, and can't trust you anymore. I'm disgusted with your actions, but I loved you once, and want you to be happy, even if it can't be with me."

"But it can be with you, Andy!" she said eagerly. "I swear, I've learned my lesson. I made a big mistake, I understand that now, but I still love you, and want to stay married to you."

I shook my head slowly. "I guess it's my turn to ask 'why', Jan. Why would you want to stay married to me? You don't respect me, you can't love me, not and do what you did. Obviously I'm not enough for you, sexually. I'm not the kind of guy who's willing to share, and you want more than I can accept. I always knew you were out of my league. Jessica recognized it, and took advantage of it. Now we're done. Why can't we just move on, and make the best of our lives?"

"No, no, you've got it all wrong. Please, Andy? Try to understand, that I do love you, you're all I want. I just made a mistake, and I promise I won't do it again, if you'll give me a second chance."

"No, Jan. Having a lover while I'm on the road is not a mistake. It's cheating, breaking your vows. Having her in my bed, pleasuring you while you're on the phone with me is not a mistake. It's intentional disrespect. Standing me up for our Christmas party, and attending with your lover, then telling me you were going to go to bed with her and that there was nothing I could do about it, that's not a mistake. That's an act of betrayal, and a dagger through the heart of our marriage. What you did was intentional. You went out of your way to disrespect me, and humiliate me. It was hardly a mistake."

"But I did it for us, Andy! You have to understand. It was for us. Jessica said—"

"Don't say that backstabbing cunt's name in my house!" I snapped. "I don't give a FUCK what she said. You lied to me for weeks, you cheated on me, and you publicly humiliated me. We're done. You need to get that through your thick skull. There's nothing you can say or do that will change that. We. Are. Done."

She sat there stunned. Her beauty wasn't going to change things this time. Her little smiles, gentle touches, and sexual teasing weren't enough. Not anymore. I rarely stood up to her, never wanting to hurt her or jeopardize what we had, but I didn't care anymore. I think she was finally beginning to understand.

I saw the tears start, and she nodded her head slowly. "Alright. I really am sorry, Andy. I do love you, and I wish I could take it all back. I didn't think you'd take it like this. I thought it was something we could share. It was like all those fantasies we share over the phone when you're gone. I thought you'd like it, I really did. I wanted to make it a big surprise for you, before bringing her to our bed. That was all."

"I don't believe you, Jan. There were too many lies, too much public humiliation. That's not the act of a loving spouse," I said.

The tears were streaking her makeup, and for once she wasn't the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. 

"I didn't think I was humiliating you, baby. I wouldn't do that. It was just a little tease, letting you see me with her, to get you excited."

"Yeah. Right. Get me excited, then abandon me publicly, leave me to lick my wounds, while you took her upstairs to lick her never-healing one."

She wiped her face with her arm, smearing her mascara. "That was her price. One night with just me, and then you'd get both of us. I thought you'd love that. You know, like our fantasies."

"Bullshit! You'd already had plenty of nights with just you and her, while I was out earning a living for us, like an idiot. You know, that cunt had a talk with me. She asked me what I thought of the idea. I told her I hated it, and that it was cheating. She also made it clear, hypothetically, that in a three-way she'd only be with the woman. Her boyfriend in Saudi doesn't mind that. So I'm calling bullshit."

She looked at me stunned. "She . . . she never mentioned talking to you about it. She said you'd be happy, that you'd be turned on. She said—"

"Damn it, Jan! How many times do I have to tell you I don't give a flying fuck what she said? She lied to you. You lied to me, and cheated on me. End of story."

She sat quietly, and took a trembling sip of her beer. "I'm so sorry. I guess I am stupid. I believed her. I believed you would like it. Especially after our little fantasy calls. Can't you understand that I didn't do it to hurt you? I love you, Andy. You're the only man I've ever loved."

I sighed. "Fantasies are just that. Fantasies. If you wanted to act on one of them, you had a duty and obligation to discuss it with me before starting. You vowed to be faithful to me. Not to cheat in our marital bed, and to lie about it."

"I didn't plan it. She came over to visit, and things just happened. I was missing you. I was lonely and horny. I would never knowingly hurt you," she said.

"Alright. I can almost accept it might have happened. Once. You should have called me and told me. Or at the least, been honest with me when I asked you about it. Not lied to me over and over again. I knew you were cheating. I could tell. Idiot me, I thought Jessica was a friend and I asked her to check on you. I didn't know I was inviting the fox to guard the hen house."

"I was going to tell you, but she said . . ." I saw her realize where she was going. "God, I am stupid."

"Only when it comes to love and relationships. You're a smart woman, just an idiot to believe that I'd be okay with your cheating, lies and the humiliation."

"Can't you give me a second chance? I'll do better. I'll never cheat on you again, not with a man or a woman. I swear I'll be the most loving, faithful wife I possibly can be. I don't want to lose you, Andy. Can we chalk this one up to me being a spoiled idiot, and doing something stupid?"

I sighed and took her hand in mine. "The problem is, I don't believe you. You've always gotten your way, and part of that is my fault. This wasn't a mistake. You knew exactly what you were doing. You just thought that, like always, you could do whatever you wanted, and if there were any repercussions, you'd bat your eyes, pout, throw me a little loving, and you'd be forgiven. I can't live like that, waiting to see how you'll hurt me next, how you'll humiliate me. All those little digs, when I was on travel, that if I didn't perform to your satisfaction, you'd replace me—"

"But that was just a joke!"

"I don't think so. I always knew I wasn't in your league, and that was your way of reminding me that I could be replaced in a heartbeat. Just like you did."

"She could never replace you," Jan argued.

"Yet somehow she managed to do just that at the Christmas party. You spent all your time with her, went as her date, danced with her, threw your hidden relationship in my face, and went to her bed, instead of mine. You didn't ask, you told me what you were doing. You didn't invite me along, even though you say it was for us. Hell, I didn't even know what was going on between you and her until everyone else pointed it out. I was clueless, while you destroyed me publicly. No, you replaced me, plain and simple. I've accepted that. It's time to move on."

"I screwed up, Andy. You're right. I took bad advice, and made some horrible decisions. I hurt you, even though that was honestly never my intention. You've hurt me, and humiliated me. I'm not blaming that on you, I made a stupid decision and you called me on it. You destroyed Jessica. You ended her career, and she knows it. She's already looking for another job. Obviously, you killed anything between me and her. I've made that clear to her. 

"I'm still begging for another chance. Not because I deserve it, or because you owe me. Because you can, and I hope you love me enough to give me another opportunity to make things right. I fucked up, Andy. I understand that now. Don't destroy me over an idiotic decision. Please. It won't cost you anything to give me a chance to try to make it up to you. If I fuck up again, you'll have every right to toss me on the trash heap. I won't even fight it. Please, baby, is there anything I can do to convince you? Let me come home, Andy. Please?"

I let her sit there nervous, pleading silently, while I considered her impassioned plea. I slowly finished my drink, letting her suffer. Honestly, I was proud of the way she didn't start nagging me for an answer, waiting patiently for my decision.

"I don't believe you'd be willing to do what it would take," I finally said.

"We won't know until you tell me," she said eagerly. "I'm feeling pretty shitty about what I've done to us. Let's talk about it."

~ * ~ * ~

The divorce took another 60 days to go through unopposed. No need for court or any of that nonsense. The forms were easy enough to download off the state website, and we did it ourselves. No alimony, and a simple division of our assets, mutually agreed upon.

My girlfriend and I went to dinner. I didn't have to worry about being seen with the prettiest woman in the place, way out of my league. Not anymore. Her hair was nothing like the gorgeous mane Jan used to sport. It was a mousy mess, barely shoulder length, dull, and looked like it had been combed with a brick. Her face was washed out bereft of makeup, her eyes almost invisible behind her God-awful glasses. She might as well have been wearing a burlap bag, the way her outfit covered her up, making her look like an amorphous blob. Worst of all was the hideous scar down the side of her face. It was sad how people avoided looking at her for long.

As for her, she looked at me like I was the most important person in the world, and I liked that.

We toasted my new status as a single bachelor.

"You know, you don't stand a chance, mister," she said, her foot rubbing the inside of my thigh.

"We'll see."

"Wanna bet?" she insisted.

"What's the wager?"

"You'll propose to me within the year."

I almost laughed out loud, but I could tell she was completely serious. "What if I don't?"

"If you don't, you win the bet, and I'll be your complete sex slave for a week. Anything you want. Anything."

"And if you win?" I asked.

"I'll be your loving sex slave one day a week for the rest of your life. And I'm allowed to get rid of the scar."

"You really hate that, don't you?" I teased.

"It's not why you think. It's such a damn pain to put on. It takes forever to make it look right."

Back home I got to witness the transformation, as my homely date once again morphed into the most beautiful woman I'd ever known. Off came the wig, the ugly glasses, the artificial scar. The outfit was removed displaying that incredible body, her panties and bra Victoria's finest. Admittedly, her body wasn't quite the same. She'd put on about ten pounds, but they looked good on her. She brushed out her hair, and applied a hint of makeup before climbing into the bed and starting my nightly blowjob.

What can I say? Jan's gorgeous, a sexual dynamo, and bound and determined to win me back. Even to the point of never leaving the house without looking her worst. No longer married, she knew she was on thin ice. The house is in my name. I could throw her out on a whim. She was doing a hell of a job convincing me not to. 

The way I figured it, I was getting the best sex of my life, on demand, from the sexiest, most beautiful woman around. She was getting an attitude adjustment. I'd give her a fair shot, but if she screwed up for any reason, any at all, we were done. And so far, it seemed like I'd made the right choice.

I knew it was hard on her. Watching her enter a store, where everyone used to faun on her the moment she stepped foot in the premises, now she had to wait to get help. Patiently standing aside, while the beautiful people were tended to first. More than once I saw it bring tears to her eyes. 

Sometimes we'd be walking hand in hand, and I could hear the snickers, the rude comments as some asshole would pass us by. Her hand would clench around mine, and she'd sigh quietly. The third time it happened I released her, turning and confronting the idiots.

"You got something to say, asswipe?" I snapped.

The guy smirked, "No accounting for taste, that's all."

I was about to punch the smirk down his throat, when Jan grabbed my arm. "Don't baby. He's not worth it. Don't lower yourself to his level."

The guy grinned. "Listen to her, man. You don't want to get hurt. The cow's not worth it."

I didn't even think. My foot snapped forward, coming up between his legs, dropping him like a rock, while his friend stood there, frozen in place. I flipped the guy onto his back with my foot and stared down at him. "She's worth a dozen of you."

We walked away, and I felt her standing a little straighter, walking a little prouder. I put my arm around her shoulders, "Fuck him. You're more beautiful now than you've ever been."

She looked up at me, and I was reminded of how David's wife had looked at him. It was a heady thing and made me feel proud. That was a very good night, and she spoiled me in bed in ways I'd never dreamed of before.

But things weren't always great, and at times, I saw the flashes of the old Jan. The gorgeous, entitled Jan. 

In the meantime, even though she was living with me, I was dating again. Nobody beautiful this time. Funny how much harder the ugly one's try. So loving, so attentive, so willing to be whatever I need. I didn't have to spend much money on them, didn't have to wine and dine them, I didn't even bring them home. They were eager to prove their value. Always in their home territory, cooking for me, pampering me, and making sure I understood that sexually, nothing was off the table.

Yeah, I'd learned my lesson. I'd never again make a beautiful woman my wife. Personal live in slut, that was a different matter. I figured that sooner or later, Jan would probably tire of the treatment. She really was that beautiful. She could find a replacement for me in a heartbeat. Probably trade up nicely. Good for her. Until she decided to, I was interviewing her replacement. I've found two that were willing to do what my then-wife had tried to force on me, but now I knew that our threesome partners were there for me. 

I figured I'd get it out of my system now, before making any more commitments. Within a year, I'd get a week with Jan to do whatever I wanted, if she didn't back out before then. I had plans for that week. One last hurrah, and a changing of the guard.

Then again, who knows? Maybe she'd have an accident in which she was horribly disfigured. It could happen. And if it did, she could even be in the running for her own replacement. There's no arguing that she's a wild woman in bed, even if Tracy, Sally, and Brenda try harder.

Until then, life was pretty damn good. My career was taking off, my love life was the best it had ever been, I was being treated better than ever. Jan even helped me get ready for my date with Brenda. We were doing dinner and a movie, at her house. I even got to watch an action film. Funny thing, none of them are that homely with my dick in their mouth. It's like a miracle, how much better that makes them look. Alright, I don't do a lot of missionary outside of the house, but doggie and reverse cowgirl are a lot of fun. 

~ * ~ * ~ 

It's been a year. Well not quite, but close. 

We'd been invited to dinner with David, Richard, and their wives, celebrating the success of my project, and an opportunity to take on an even bigger one.

After dinner, the men had retreated to Richard's study to talk business, while the women did whatever women did in situations like that. David had been the first one to comment on my still being with my wife, even after the divorce.

"She's a changed woman," I said. And it was true. Changed in a lot of ways. Forty pounds changed, her hair hadn't been dyed in a year and had returned to its natural plain color. She no longer wore a wig, and hadn't been in a beauty salon in nine months. She'd abandoned her contact lenses and wore coke bottle glasses all the time. She still had the fake scar on, but it had shrunk to little more than an inch long. You hardly noticed it.

Richard handed me a refill of his good scotch. "Margie says that Jan's nervous. You've got some kind of time-line set up, and it's about done."

I nodded after a sip. "One year. Less than a week from now."

David leaned forward, his voice firm. "I expect you know by now that we have big hopes for you Andrew. You've got a great future with this company. You're being considered for VP. You'd be the youngest in the company."

I was shocked. I had heard rumors of a possible shakeup and even a promotion, but nothing like that. "I . . . I'm honored, I had no idea."

Richard grinned. "We know. That's part of why it works. You need to understand something, as an executive things change, there are different expectations. Both professionally and personally."

David chimed in, "What Richard's trying to say is that the position requires an element of respectability. We can't have another episode like the public display your ex put on a year and a half ago. You need to settle down, stop these games of living with one woman while sleeping around. It doesn't become you."

Richard nodded. "We're not saying that you have to take her back. What you do is your business. But you have to make some kind of decision. Move on, or settle down. Not this. Our company's old fashioned. We expect our executives to be moral men, family men. We understand that officially you're single now, but what you're doing, it doesn't reflect well on you. The annual board meeting is in less than three months. If it was tomorrow, you wouldn't get the position. It's your image, not your work, which is nothing but commendable."

"I like you, Andrew," David said. "My wife adores you, and she's a much better judge of character than I'll ever be. Hell, Richard and I think you'd be a great addition to the ninth floor. You've got some time to clean up your act, but not a lot."

Richard nodded, then sat back and grinned. "Enough of this serious crap. Did you see the ass on that new receptionist?"

"The redhead?" I asked. "Wears the CFM pumps every day?"

David grinned. "No shit. Damn near as hot as your wife was, Andy. She's gonna be breakin' hearts and destroying some poor slob's life."

Richard laughed. "Yeah, but she'll look damn good doing it. I think we should consider giving the receptionists a clothing allowance. To someplace slutty."

"A bonus gift certificate would work," I said. "Jan knows the kind of places that cater to her kind."

"Speaking of her kind," Richard said. "You know the VP position entitles you to a personal assistant-slash-secretary. You might want to keep you eye open for someone with the, uh, required attributes."

Someone like his Donna, a walking wet dream, or David's Melinda, sex on heels. Like we'd discussed once before, even though we're eating from only one menu, it doesn't mean we can't enjoy browsing others.




My Too Beautiful Wife - FTDS



Was I ready to eat from only one menu again? And if I did, what menu would I choose? I thought I had time but it looked like fate was intervening. Don't you just hate that?

As we prepared to leave for the evening, David's wife dragged me to the side. "I like you, Andrew, you know that, right?" she said, holding my arm pressing her ample breasts against my bicep.

"I like you too. A lot."

She nodded. "Don't hurt her. She's changed, and for the better. If you're going to let her go, be nice about it, okay? Don't be cruel. We're not that kind of people. We don't hurt people just because we can. If what she did is too much for you to get past, just be honest with her and let her down gently."

"So you're not going to plead for her, tell me I have to take her back?" I asked.

"No. Only you know what you feel in your heart. I don't for one second believe this has been some kind of year long revenge. You're not like that. I'm certain you've been trying to see if there's a real chance for the two of you long-term. I understand the desire to see what else was out there, while you worked through your feelings. You have to do what's right for you. I just don't want you to be mean about it, alright? Please don't disappoint me."

Her words stung me to the core. She was wrong about me. Much of the time, revenge was exactly what I considered it, each time I dressed to go out, and saw the hurt on her face. The amount of satisfaction I got out of watching her try to ingratiate herself to me, never faulting me for my actions, never condemning me. No, she'd wait patiently, and try all over again to prove that she was all I needed, and that I was all she wanted.

"I . . . won't let you down," I said.

She smiled, that big guileless happy smile she'd mastered so well. "I know you won't. Now let's get back out there before tongues wag. My husband's a jealous man. I'd hate to see you lose your shot at VP over someone like me."

I laughed, and gave her a hug. "You're the only one that would be worth it. Too bad you're taken."

She laughed, rubbing against me teasingly. "Very. And don't you forget it."

I watched my ex-wife give big hugs to the two men, and felt a burst of jealousy, when Richard's hands slipped a little too low, on to Jan's ass. Jan to her credit, reached back and pulled them up to her waist. Not the tiny waist of a year ago, but the soft rounded belly and love handles that she'd accumulated over the intervening months. "Behave," she laughed.

Margie was having none of it. She grabbed her husband's hands and lifted them up high around Jan's back. "Watch it, buster. If Andrew decides to defend what's his, you'll be drinking from a straw for a month, and you won't get any sympathy from me."

Richard blushed. "Aw, baby, you know it's just flirting. She's not my type."

Margie gave him a smirk. "She wasn't your type. She is now."

And I knew Margie was right. Jan looked more like these wives than our receptionists. The kind of woman you took for a wife, not for a ride. 

Jan laughed and gave Margie a hug. "Really, Margie, what would your man want with a woman like me, when he gets to come home to you?"

I got my hugs, and escorted Jan out to the car. She was in an ebullient mood. "They're gonna make you a VP!" she practically shouted as soon was the doors were closed.

"It's not certain yet. And it's still a few months away."

"I knew you could do it, baby. They'd be fools not to give you a chance." She scooted over as far as the console would allow, and put her hand on my thigh, "I'm so proud of you, Andy."

"Let's not count our chicken's before they're hatched. The entire board has to agree."

"Oh, pooh! I have complete faith in you. You'll knock 'em dead." Her hand moved upward, caressing between my legs, until I was straining against my pants. She leaned over and concentrated on opening my belt and freeing me. "Wanna stop by Baskin Robbins?"

"Now?" I groaned, while her hand pulled my cock free, stroking me.

"Drive through. Get me a banana split, extra whipped cream and cherries. We're gonna play when we get home. I'm gonna eat you alive, lover."

It was an agonizing twenty minutes getting home while she teased me relentlessly. That was nothing like the following hour, where my cock became the centerpiece of her banana-split dessert. The alternate feelings of her warm mouth, the cold ice cream, the cool whipped cream and eventually her steaming hot pussy were enough to drive any man crazy. 

When she was done with me, I laid beside her, holding her, knowing that I'd put it off long enough. It was time to make a decision. The only problem was, for the life of me, I didn't know what it would be.

~ * ~ * ~ 

It was one year to the date from when we were officially divorced. A pretty damn good year, if I was honest with myself.

For nearly a week, I'd fought with my own devils. It was obvious Jan was concerned, but she never said a word. She gave me my space when I needed it, and was loving when appropriate. She was everything I'd ever hoped for, but in the back of my mind, I had a hard time getting past what had happened. I knew that with just a little effort, she could be that same gorgeous woman again, with all the shit that came with it.

It was the night before I told myself that I had to make a decision, when I came home to a different woman. A take control, no argument Jan I hadn't seen in a long time.

She met me with a hug and a kiss, then dragged me off to the bedroom. I thought she had play in mind, but she directed me to the shower. "Clean up. I have plans for you tonight."

I grinned as I took my shower, and shaved closely. When I exited the bathroom, she had my clothing laid out. "Where are me going?" I asked.

"We're not going anywhere. You have a date tonight. Brenda. It's been over three weeks since you went out with her. I think you need this. Go, have a great time."

"No, Jan. I don't—"

"This is my decision, Andy. I don't want you here tonight. Go on, you've been a bear this last week."

I was confused, but I let her dress me. She was pushy like she hadn't been in a long time, almost forcing me out the door. "You're getting on my nerves, hanging around all the time," she said, her hand in my back, forcing me out of the house. "I need some alone time. Go, have fun."

I heard the words, but I also saw her eyes. It was killing her to put on the act. As I left, I saw the first of her tears track down her face. And then she closed the door.

It was after one when I finally made it home. She was in bed, but I could tell she wasn't asleep. I undressed slowly, and quietly crept between the sheets. I rolled over toward her, and scooted in close.

"Baby?" she whispered.

"Yes?"

"Please shower."

"I don't need a shower," I explained cuddling up to her. She was stiff, resisting.

"I . . . can smell her on you. Please?"

"No you can't, Jan. We were barely together fifteen minutes. I spent the last four hours down at Gino's."

She turned and moved closer, then leaned in and took a strong sniff. "You were in the back room weren't you? You smell like a cigar. Cigars and scotch."

"Caught. I only had one."

She cuddled up to me. "Richard and David are corrupting you. You never used to smoke."

"Only on special occasions," I said.

She cuddled in closer, clinging to me. "What was special about tonight?"

"I made a decision."

I felt her tense up. I knew she wanted to ask but she was afraid to.

"You know what tomorrow is, don't you?"

She nodded, burying her head in my shoulder.

"One year. We had a deal."

I could feel her trembling, and remembered the words from the other night. Don't be cruel. Don't hurt her just because I could.

"I'm not going to hold you to our bet," I said, rubbing her back.

"No. I made a promise. I'll never, ever break a promise to you again, no matter what. I . . . I'll be your slave starting tomorrow. What ever you want, Andy."

"You'll be my slave tomorrow, the following Sunday, and every Sunday after that. For the rest of our lives."

She was slow to respond. "I . . . every week . . . are you saying . . .?"

"Yes. I want you back, Jan. You and only you. Forever, if you'll have me. I'm sorry it took me so long to admit to myself what I really wanted."

"Just me?" she whispered.

"Just you. I told Brenda, and then I called Angie and Laura both. No more dating for me, not anyone but my beautiful wife."

"I'm not beautiful anymore," she said.

"You are so wrong. You are more beautiful now than you've ever been. Your beauty is no longer a veneer, hiding a selfish core. You are beautiful to the bone."

She clung to me as if she was afraid I was going to run away. "I'm sorry I was an idiot back then. I was selfish, and self-centered, but I swear as God is my witness I never meant to hurt you. I just didn't think things out. I didn't think of you at all, and I'll always regret that. I hope you can learn to trust me again."

"I do, Angel. I love you, and trust you, and I hope you'll agree to be my wife, and that we'll live the dream. I want you to carry my children, and grow old with me. I want you to be my happily ever after."

"That's what I want, and I'll make damn sure you never regret for a moment taking me back."

She kissed me passionately, then started her one day a week of being my sex slave a few hours early.

~ * ~ * ~ 

I got the promotion. I got married. I got the three kids, the two golden retrievers, and the big house with the white picket fence. I also got the house at the beach, the condo in Aspen, and the friendship of my mentors and respect of my peers. 

Over time, I even got my gorgeous wife back. Not totally, but she lost all but ten of the pounds after Diana was born. She got lasik surgery, losing the glasses and the contacts. She cut her hair off short, and for some reason it turned reddish after the birth of our first. I was sitting in the living room, reading to the kids one day, when I looked up and noticed that she was absolutely stunning. I stumbled over my words, and she looked up, catching me watching her.

"God, you're beautiful," I said.

She laughed. "Right. I'm covered in flour, my hair is a mess, and I haven't even had a shower today. I think we need to get you Lasik."

The kids were poking me trying to get me to keep reading, but I was stunned. I hadn't seen the changes as they occurred. My stomach twisted for a moment, wondering if she'd become that selfish witch again. Then she walked over, brushing her hands clean on her apron, shaking her hair loose. 

"Kids? How'd y'all like to go over to aunt Margie's for a swim?"

They screamed their agreement, and I caught a few elbows and knees while they abandoned my lap, and went to get their bathing suits.

"Margie's?"

She smiled. "You know what we haven't done in a while?"

I shook my head, no idea where things were going.

"It's Sunday. Does that give you any ideas?"

"Football?"

She gave me a pinch. "Think, Andy! Sunday. A promise I made once upon a time."

It slowly hit me. "It has been a while, hasn't it?"

She grinned. "Too long. I want our Sundays back."

"But we said that once the kids started to grow up . . ."

"I know what we said. I was an idiot, and so were you, to agree to it. I made you a promise, once a week for the rest of our lives. I expect you to hold me to it."

The kids came running down the hallway, and she gave me a quick kiss, a hint of what I could expect. "You take them over. They're expecting them. I'll be waiting for you." She leaned in close, and whispered in my ear. "Naked. Naked and desperate."

I stopped at Baskin Robbins for their banana split. I had a beautiful wife waiting at home, beautiful inside and out, who was willing to cater to my every want and desire. Right then, I wanted to replay a special night. Who knows what next week will bring?

Whatever it does, I know one thing. I made the right choice, and she was equally correct that I never would regret it.

I never did. Not once. 

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