7 comments/ 125721 views/ 20 favorites Thumbs Down Ch. 1 By: Charley_Ace WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! (c) copyright 2001 All Rights Reserved * * * * * What happened to me several months ago I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy. It devastated me and changed my life dramatically. I still haven't completely recovered. My name is Rich and I was married to a beautiful lady by the name of Christine, Christy for short. We had been married for 12 years and had two beautiful children. I had always felt that ours was a special relationship. We both knew from the day we met, that we were meant for each other. We were high school sweethearts and continued to go steady all through college. We were both virgins when we married, because Christy wanted it that way. She thought it would be so very rare and romantic for both of us to lose our virginity on our wedding night, I reluctantly respected her wishes. We married shortly after we graduated from college, and managed to have our two children within two years after Christy finished law school. I work for a large company as a software engineer and have a stable, secure job. Christy was a very successful attorney, and she worked for a large firm and had been doing exceptionally well. In the beginning, I had considered our sex life to be very good, even though I had nothing to compare it to. We were both inexperienced and had to learn about each other's bodies and needs without benefit of previous experience with others. Even though Christy was very conservative and unwilling to try new things, I had enjoyed the sex very much. After a few years, as in most marriages, our sex life started to become boring, there was no variety and we fucked less frequently. Christy had become more interested in her career and less interested in sex. She had never initiated sex, and would often put me off with one excuse or another. Even though our sex life had become mundane and unimaginative, I hadn't ever considered looking elsewhere, as I loved Christy too much. I had been hoping that we could work things out such that we both would be sexually satisfied. I bought several books on technique and attempted to convince her to try various new things. Christy refused to try anything new, she thought that oral sex was extremely disgusting and perverted, etc. She not only wouldn't give me a blow-job, she wouldn't even let me eat her pussy, which I would have gladly done. For the first 8 or 10 years of marriage, our lives were reasonably normal. We both worked hard at our careers, but we also made the time to be home together in the evenings and weekends. The children were well adjusted and well behaved. The only thing lacking in our marriage, in my mind, was an exciting sex life, and I continued to strive for improvement. Everything changed about two years ago, as Christy began spending more and more time at the office. It eventually got to the point where she would come home very late almost every night, and she spent the better part of many weekends there. Within a year after she began putting in the long hours, her career sky-rocketed, she was made a junior partner and her salary more than doubled. It wasn't long after Christy's big promotion that our sex life also changed, somewhat abruptly. We still didn't fuck very often, but when we did, WOW! She became a sexual dynamo. We not only fucked in multiple positions; we licked and sucked with great abandon. I was afraid to question her about her change in attitude for fear that it would have a negative impact. What Christy lacked in frequency, she made up for in enthusiasm, intensity and variety. I assumed that her guilt feelings about putting in so many hours at the office led to the sudden changes in her attitude toward sex. How wrong I was! I couldn't get angry about her work schedule because she had always been very apologetic. She felt bad about what her career was doing to us, and cried a great deal. She frequently asked me to be patient with her, telling me that things would calm down soon. I just hung in there and supported her as best I could. I evolved into Mr. Mom. Even though I held a full time job, I was the one who took care of the kids, I fed them, clothed them, drove them to all of their activities, etc. Christy was almost totally uninvolved because of the amount of time she spent away from home. Christy worked closely with two senior partners, Ron and Jack. Ron was in his mid fifties and married with four children. He was short, dumpy and bald, but was a real dynamo and the motivating force behind the success of the firm. The other senior partner, Jack, was taller, had an athletic build and still had all of his hair. He was in his late forties and was married with two children. He was a fairly attractive man, but was obnoxious as hell. Christy had mentioned many times over the years, that he was extremely difficult to stomach. She liked and respected Ron, but Jack she just barely tolerated. I had met and talked to these guys and their wives several times, at Christmas parties and other firm social functions. In looking back, I did remember one thing a bit unusual about last year's Christmas party. Jack spent most of the evening dominating Christy's time, which I thought unusual considering how Christy had said she felt about him. He danced with her, very suggestively I might add, and kept her occupied a good deal of the time. I spent the better part of my time talking to his wife, Georgia. She was very attractive and an interesting conversationalist. We got along well, and I couldn't help but wonder how she put up with Jack. The few times that the four of us were together that night, jack made several off-color, suggestive comments. I didn't understand the significance, but Christy blushed each time. Georgia admonished him several times, but he ignored her. His behavior just reinforced my opinion of him as a first class asshole. Ron, on the other hand, had a very forceful personality, but was a likable guy. I got the impression that, unlike Jack, he was a very family oriented person. He paid attention to his wife, Marge, at all of the functions that I had attended. Even though our fuck sessions had become exciting, they were very infrequent. Therefore, I had to do something to trim my horns. I began to turn to the porn sites on the Internet. I'd pull up the dirty pictures and movie clips and 'slap the monkey' to get my relief. I didn't like it, but my only other choice was to find a lover outside of our marriage. However, there was no way that I was going to cheat on Christy, I loved her too much. She was an integral part of my life and had been since we were 16 years old. She was also the mother of my wonderful children. I continued to believe that our situation was temporary. How right I was! One typical evening, after the kids had gone to bed; I searched for some new porn pictures on the net. I found a free amateur site and clicked on a hard core title, about 20 thumbnails appeared. I could see that they were pictures of a threesome, two guys and a gal. The pictures were very explicit but I couldn't see much detail in the thumbs. One thing that did catch my eye, though, one of the guys was short, dumpy and bald, just like Ron, one of the senior partners at Christy's firm. On one of the thumbs, he was facing the camera with his cock buried in the throat of the blond. She was on all fours and the other guy had his cock buried in her asshole, or pussy, I couldn't tell which. I clicked on the picture to get a better look. Sure enough, it really did look like Ron. As I studied the picture, my pulse rate increased dramatically. The blond bimbo in the picture could easily have been Christy! I couldn't see her face in that shot, but everything else looked like it could've been her. My pulse rate quickened as I began to think the worst. I looked again and thought to myself that the other guy even looked like Jack. My heart was beating a mile a minute, as I continued to search through the thumbs. I found a one that showed a close up of the blonde's face. I still couldn't tell for sure because she had a cock in her mouth, but it certainly looked like Christy. My heart was beating even faster and I trembled as I clicked several other thumbs that showed the guys faces, they definitely were Ron and Jack. The blonde had to be Christy, but I still wasn't positive. I finally found a thumb that showed a close up of her pussy. Christy has a small mole above and to the right of her pubic triangle, and there it was! 'My God! What do I do now?' The realization that the woman that I loved and cherished was nothing but a slut hit me like a freight train. I was totally devastated! I was beside myself with sorrow mixed in with anger, jealousy, humiliation, hatred, etc. I couldn't think straight. 'Damn! How could she do that? I mean, God, what did I ever do to her? What do I do now? Sob...' I knew it wasn't macho to cry, but I broke down and cried my eyes out for several minutes, thinking about Christy and what she had apparently become, and what it could possibly do to our marriage, our family. I just can't put into words how devastated I was, how hopeless and empty I felt, it was the most awful feeling in the world. It took me a long, long time to calm down and think about what I was going to do about my discovery. The pictures certainly explained a lot about Christy's behavior over the past two years. They also explained her meteoric rise in the firm. Still trembling, I spent the better part of the following two hours studying every picture in the set. I could tell that they weren't faked, the look of lust in Christy's eyes was real. She appeared to have really enjoyed being used by Ron and Jack. Eventually, as I began to think more rationally, I saved several of the more explicit and revealing pictures to the hard drive, copied them onto two separate floppies and hid the floppies in separate locations. I didn't know if I'd ever need them, but I wanted to be prepared, just in case. My first inclination was to confront Christy and throw her out on her ass. However, I decided that I wouldn't do that just yet. I needed to have some time to think things out; I didn't want to do anything rash. My emotions eventually evolved into anger and hatred, the hurt, jealousy and humiliation faded into the background. The prevailing thought in my mind was revenge; I just had to get even with Christy, and her bosses. I wouldn't be able to maintain my self-respect if I didn't do something. I didn't sleep much that night, and merely went through the paces at work the next day. The kids were out playing when I arrived home from work, so I pulled the pictures up and studied them further. I noticed that Christy had long hair in the pictures, therefore they had to have been at least six months old, as she had had her hair cut fairly short about that time. I also wondered how the pictures got posted onto the net. None of the participants would have gained anything by the posting. In fact, they all stood to lose a great deal. Their careers, and the firm, would've suffered considerably had the pictures been seen by the wrong people. My guess was that the photographer, whomever he/she was, tried to make a few bucks without the knowledge of the participants. Over the course of the next few days, I tried to formulate a plan. These guys had cuckolded me and I was hell-bent to find a way to get revenge, I was unable to think straight. I was being driven to distraction by anger and the need for revenge. Finally, I made a decision on what I could do, but I first decided to question Christy and give her a chance to tell me everything. I still had a slim hope that I could somehow get the old Christy back and save out marriage. The weekend came, and she stayed home Saturday morning. She told me that she had to work in the afternoon, but could spend some time at home in the morning. I sent the kids out to play and sat her down. She was a bit apprehensive as I usually tried to seduce her when we were home alone. I decided that I would make a serious attempt to save our marriage. I knew of no other way to begin except to force Christy to spend more time at home. In addition, I needed to get her to cease her extra-curricular activities and tell me everything. "Honey, I can't take any more of your work schedule. You need to stop putting the firm ahead of the kids and I, something has to change." "You know I've asked you to be patient with me, things will get better soon." "You've been telling me that for six months. I think 'things' are totally out of control now. I've been very patient with you these last couple of years, but I've run out of patience. You've been in control, but as of today, I'm taking charge of our marriage, as I should've from the beginning. I'm blaming myself for the situation that we're in, and now I'm going to do something to correct it." Tears started forming in her eyes. "I don't understand, why won't you be a little more patient?" "I told you, I've run out of patience. As of today, you will spend no more than eight hours a day, five days a week at the office." She was shocked, and reacted predictably, "You can't tell me what to do!" "I just did, and if you don't do as I ask, our marriage is in serious trouble." Still stunned, it took her a long time to respond. She hadn't expected me to assert myself. "I-I just can't do that. I love you and the kids, but I just can't do that right now." "It's up to you, but I consider this a very serious matter. Either you do as I ask, or I'll be filing for divorce. I realize that you're not accustomed to me being assertive. Well, you'd better get accustomed to it, or our life together is history." She began crying openly, "I can't believe that you mean what you're saying. Why, all of a sudden have you changed? What about the kids?" "I don't think that they'll be crushed, they hardly ever see you anyway. They don't even know their mother anymore, and it won't take them long to get over it. As to why I've suddenly changed, let's just say that I've recently woken up to the fact that you've been using me, and I don't like it, not even a little bit." She stopped crying, got an astonished look on her face and responded, "Using you! How am I using you?" "You're using me to raise the kids and run the household by myself while you're out having a good time under the pretense of working hard." She was flabbergasted, a distinct red blush engulfing her face, "W-what? How can you say that?" "Can you look me in the eye and tell me honestly that you've been doing nothing but work at your profession all those hours that you've been away from home?" She lowered her head and began sobbing openly again. She wouldn't look me in the eye and didn't reply, I pressed on, "I have very strong reasons to believe that you've been doing something other than legal work during your late hours at the office, and I want you to tell me all about it." She thought about it for a moment, and decided not to answer my question. "I don't understand why you're tormenting me like this. What are you trying to say?" The anger began to swell within me, as I responded in a loud voice, "You know damn well what I'm trying to say. Tell me everything now, and we have one slim chance of saving our marriage. It depends on how honest you can be with me. Tell me everything, or I'm really going to make life very miserable for you and the firm, Jack and Ron especially. If that sounds like a threat, it most definitely is!" She looked up at me with pleading eyes. She seemed to suspect that I had somehow found out about her activities, but she still couldn't summon the courage to tell me about it. She held onto the slim hope that I hadn't discovered anything and decided that she would continue to deny her involvement in anything other than her work. "You're out of your mind, I have no idea what you're talking about." I met those pleading eyes with a very stern, unyielding look of my own. "You can deny it all you want, but you had better give what I've just said some serious thought. If I don't get the full story, with all of the sordid details, by the end of the day tomorrow, I'm not only going to file for divorce; I'm going to extract my revenge. I won't be able to live with myself until I get even." "You're crazy! There's nothing to get even for, I don't want to hear any more about this," she said haughtily. She then got up and started to leave. "I'd like you to remember this conversation. One day soon, you're going to come to me and ask why I did what I did. My answer will be that you had it in your power to prevent it, but you made the wrong choice." She said nothing and walked off. I was pretty sure that she wouldn't confess, but her attitude still surprised me somewhat. It made me take another look at the woman that I had loved since I was 16 years old. I realized then that she wasn't the same person, and I knew that I couldn't love the person that she had become, a wanton slut, a cheat and a liar. There appeared to be almost no chance of getting the old Christy back. As angry and hurt as I had been upon discovering the pictures for the first time, I was very sad at that moment, knowing that things could never be the same between us. All of the good times that we had had in the early years flashed through my mind, and tears began to form in my eyes, I was so sad, so very sad. The empty feeling in the pit of my stomach was overwhelming. I had considered myself as much a macho man as the next guy, but the situation had overwhelmed me, and my emotions reflected it. Christy went to the office that afternoon, against my wishes. I had hoped otherwise, but, deep down, I knew she would. She returned home very late and went straight to bed without saying a word. I went into the bedroom and told her that I was still waiting for her to tell me everything, she totally ignored me. He silence upset me once again, as I turned and made my way to the spare room. I couldn't bring myself to sleep in the same bed with her anymore. The next morning she didn't even question why I had slept in another bed. She silently got ready and left for the office. Her position was clear, she had no intention to confess and make an attempt to repair the damage that had been done. She left me with no choice; I needed to put my plan into action. To Be Continued... * * * * * Any and all comments are appreciated. Thumbs Down Ch. 2 WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!! (c) copyright 2001 All Rights Reserved * * * * * In Chapter 1, I had discovered that my wife, Christy, had been behaving like a slut under the pretense of working long hours. I made my discovery by accidentally finding pictures on the Internet of her, and the two senior partners at her law firm, in various sexually explicit positions. I had given Christy a chance to confess, but she continued to deny everything, therefore, I had made up my mind to get my revenge on Christy and the two law partners. Part of my revenge plan had included obtaining the firm's client list. I decided to start with the most convenient item, Christy's attaché case. The next day, while she was in the shower, I rummaged through it, and found several documents with names, addresses and phone numbers of several large clients. 'This will do for starters,' I thought. I searched the web until I found the names and company email addresses of the owners or CEOs. I had gathered all of the information that I needed, but before I took any action against the firm, I filed for divorce. I didn't plan on using the pictures unless Christy decided to oppose the divorce or seek custody of the children. My first thought was to send out some of the pictures immediately, and wait for the shit to fly, but I thought better of it. Jack and Ron had been fucking my wife for who knew how long, and I felt the need to bolster my ego. I had become acquainted with both of their wives at the firm's social functions, but had no idea if I would be able to score with either of them. I wanted to, just to get a small measure of revenge, besides I needed some pussy to trim my horns, too. They were both older, but very attractive women, and I decided to give it a try. I called Georgia first, and she was extremely surprised to hear from me, but listened as I explained that I had a problem with Christy, and that I needed some feminine advice. I told her that I just didn't know to whom to turn. She was anxious to help, she agreed to meet me after work the next day at a bar outside of town. We met, and I told her that I suspected that Christy was having an affair. I went on about how bad and humiliated I felt, the effect on our marriage, the kids, etc. It wasn't long before I had her feeling very sorry for me. She confided in me that she had suspected Jack of having an affair, also. We had something in common, and I built on that, and bought a few more drinks. I turned my attention to her and started to compliment her very heavily, she was hooked. I finally propositioned her and she readily accepted, and we headed for a small motel nearby. We were both horny as hell and attacked one another as soon as we stepped inside the motel room door. We hurriedly undressed, and began kissing and groping each another. I pushed her down on the bed, crawled up between her legs, shoved my hard cock into her very wet pussy and began fucking the hell out of her, and she loved it. She began screaming and convulsing in orgasmic pleasure almost immediately and continuously as I fucked away, hard and fast. It took less than 5 minutes before I came, shooting my load deep into her cunt. We looked at each other and smiled warmly, an indication that we both enjoyed the fuck. My limp cock slithered out of her pussy and I moved up to where I straddled her chest. I placed my cock at her lips and she hungrily slurped it clean with her mouth and tongue. Her cleaning action got me hard again, and I moved off her and turned her over. She got up on her knees, stuck her lovely ass up in the air and invited me to mount her again, which I did. It took about 10 minutes of vigorous fucking before I came the second time, as she had several more loud and spasmodic orgasms. I pulled out, turned her back over onto her back and positioned my head between her legs, to lap up her pussy juices along with my leaking cum. The taste of the combined fluids was intoxicating, as I attacked her pussy and clit with my tongue and lips. She had another, even more violent, orgasm, before she pushed my head away from her sensitive clit. We rested up for a few minutes, then she decided to return the oral favor, as she took my limp cock into her mouth and 'blew' it back to life. She licked and sucked on it with reckless abandon and I rewarded her with a load of cum, which she readily swallowed. Georgia was dynamite, we enjoyed each other to the max, and we agreed to meet again next week. She was almost as good as Christy, the slut, had become. At our next meeting, she confided in me that she wasn't sure if she loved Jack anymore. She told me that he had never been very attentive to her, or the kids, but he'd become much more distant in the last year or so. She had been thinking of divorcing him, as I had been of Christy. I told her that I'd bring her a nice 'surprise' gift the next time that we got together. I printed out and took some of the more revealing pictures to our next meeting. After we fucked and sucked for an hour or so, I showed her the pictures, her gift. She was shocked, but somewhat relieved, she had the evidence she needed to obtain her divorce. I explained the rest of my plan to her, she had no objections; she wanted revenge as much as I did. Georgia and Marge had become good friends over the years, therefore, I asked Georgia if she would tell Marge about our revenge plans and make an attempt to get her concurrence, and she readily agreed. She got back to me a week later, and told me that she had planted the seed and we needed to wait to see if it would grow. After another two-week wait, Georgia told me that she thought that Marge was ready for the pictures. I gave them to her and waited for the outcome. Georgia got back to me the next day and told me that she had shown Marge the pictures and explained the plan to embarrass, and possibly destroy the firm. She said that Marge was devastated, but reluctantly agreed to our plan, however, she wanted no direct involvement. While I was enjoying Georgia's favors, I was sleeping in the guest bedroom at home. Christy and I hadn't spoken to each other much since the day that I had issued my ultimatum. She hadn't even told me that the divorce papers had been served, I found that out from my attorney. It was he who informed me that she was planning to fight it. I couldn't understand why she would do that, but oh well! I stayed home from work one day and caught her before she left for the office. "I understand that you've decided to fight the divorce. I just want you to know that you have no case and you'll find out why very soon. I'm putting phase two of my plan into action today." "I still don't know what you're talking about. Phase two? What was phase one?" I smirked and replied, "Let's just say I've managed to re-vitalize my faltering ego. Since you've almost totally ignored me, I had to make some choices. Up until very recently, you've been having all of the fun and I've been seriously frustrated." She continued to play the innocent wife, "Just what kind of fun is it that I've been having, and just how have you been re-vitalizing your ego?" I snapped at her angrily, "You know damn well what kind of fun that you've been having. My ego boosting methods are my business. Your unwillingness to tell me about your situation has driven a wedge between us, and it's now beyond repair. Just remember what I told you several weeks ago, about having had the opportunity to salvage our marriage and the firm. You chose to ignore me, now you pay the price." She had a surprised and guilty look on her face, but fell silent. I have to leave now." She pulled away and left in a huff. "Have a nice fucking day," I said facetiously, as she walked out the door. I went to the computer, and, using an anonymous email account that I had established when I first found the pictures, sent copies of the pictures to the CEOs of several of the firm's major clients. The message that accompanied the pictures was short and sweet. 'Are these the people that you want as your legal representatives?' I received an angry phone call from Christy early that afternoon. "What the fuck did you do? You did something, you son-of-a-bitch." "Why, darling, whatever do you mean?" I responded sarcastically, feigning knowledge of anything improper. "You know very well what I mean. We've had three of our major clients cancel their accounts this morning. They wouldn't tell us why, but I just know that you had something to do with it." "Why dearest, my beloved loyal and faithful wife, why would you think that?" I chuckled. "You bastard! How could you do this to me?" "The answer to that lies in what I reminded you of this morning, your unwillingness to respond to my requests for honesty. I gave you every chance to keep me from doing anything, but you refused. Now's the time for you, and the firm, to pay the piper." With that, I hung up on her. The phone rang several times after that, but I let the calls go to the voice mail. Christy showed up at the door in less than an hour, with Jack in tow. I don't know if she brought him along to punch my lights out, or what. I wasn't concerned since I was bigger, and much younger, than he. They burst through the front door and Jack immediately shouted, "What the fuck did you do? You bastard! Christy said that you were somehow involved in the cancellations that we've gotten today." "Why Jack, I'm surprised at you, how could you possibly think that I could do anything like that?" I answered in my most taunting tone. "I'll knock that silly smirk off your face," he said as he approached me and brought his arm back as if to deliver a blow. "Just try it Jack. You're the scum of the earth, and it would give me a great deal of pleasure to bust you up a little," I said as I glared at him menacingly, daring him to make a move. He was undaunted, and took a swing, which I easily avoided. I caught his arm, twisted it around and pinned it against his back. I pushed him hard into the closed front door, stunning him. While he was still stunned, I turned him around and hit him in the solar plexus with a hard right hand. As he doubled up, I caught him with a knee directly in the nose, and blood splattered everywhere. Christy screamed for me to stop, but totally ignoring her, I lifted him up and hit him a few more times in the abdomen, but the major damage had been done. Boy! Did that feel good! The rage in me had subsided somewhat, as I grabbed him and slammed him back against the door, facing me. He was pretty much out of it, but hadn't lost consciousness. "That's for cuckolding me, you bastard! You deserve everything that you get, and believe me, there are more cancellations to come." I released my grip on him and he just slithered to the floor in a bloody heap. Christy had stopped screaming, as she seemed to be in a state of shock, standing there with her mouth wide open, not wanting to believe what she had just witnessed and heard. I turned to her, fire in my eyes. "I warned you, you had every chance to tell me all, but you refused. Don't come to me with questions as to why I've done what I've done. I'm getting my revenge because of your whorish, slutty behavior. You've ruined everything for me, for us, for the kids. Now I'm going to ruin everything for you and the firm. I hope all of that cock that you've been getting behind my back has made it all worth it for you." Her face was ashen white, as she continued to stand there with her mouth agape. She apparently had just come to grips with the fact that I really did know everything. I looked at Jack and saw that he was still bleeding. "You'd better get a towel and stop his bleeding, I really don't mind if the prick croaks, but I don't want it to be in my house." She finally gathered herself together enough to run to the bathroom and retrieve a towel. She then applied it to his nose and the bleeding eventually slowed down. While she was holding the towel to Jack's nose, she came out of her stupor and began to sob profusely. I went back to the den and retrieved copies of the pictures, handed them to Christy and said, "I didn't participate in these escapades nor did I take the pictures. I merely downloaded them from the Internet and sent them to your clients. If anybody's to blame for your firm's demise, it's the three of you." She looked at the pictures, then up at me. "Oh darling, I'm so very sorry," she wailed. "Yeah, right, that's why you listened to me. I gave you a chance to tell me everything and possibly save our marriage, and you chose not to take it. Now you, and your firm, will suffer the consequences." "I made a big mistake, I know that now. Please forgive me." "I can't do that, you deceived me, big time. I loved and adored you from the day we met in high school up until recently. Everything that we had together has been destroyed by your slutty behavior. I not only don't love you anymore; I despise the person that you've become. I think you had better withdraw your opposition to the divorce, if you don't, your family is bound to find out. I suspect that you wouldn't want them to know what a slut you are. These pictures will be the gist of my case." She continued to wail away, but received no sympathy from me. She eventually made her way to the bedroom, plopped face down on the bed and stayed there. I unceremoniously lifted Jack up and shoved him out the front door. He was still holding the towel to his bleeding nose, but was able to drive off on his own. Later that afternoon, I received a call from Ron. "Rich, why did you do this to me? I thought that we were friends." "I think that you're confused, Ron. Friends don't do what you and Jack did to Christy and my family. Can you tell me why you destroyed everything for us, Ron?" He didn't respond, paused, then hung up. I slept well that night; feeling relieved that my revenge had been complete and effective. I got up on the sunny side of the bed the next morning and went off to work in a jovial mood. I was still in a good mood when I got home that afternoon, and noticed that our bedroom door was still closed, I opened it and looked in. Christy was still there, lying face down on the bed, wearing the same clothes. My first thought was that she may have done something drastic, but upon closer inspection I could see that she was still breathing and awake. "I think that you had better move out very soon. I've already told the kids that we're getting a divorce, they just shrugged their shoulders as if it was no surprise." She turned to face me with a pleading look. "I know you hate me, and I don't blame you. I just want you to know that I've never stopped loving you. I still love you." "I'm sorry, but I don't think so. You couldn't have loved me and hurt me and destroyed our marriage the way you did." "I keep thinking of all of the great times that we've had together over the years. How can you forget?" "I do remember the good times, but they were so long ago. My current memory is overloaded with those pictures. I don't know how you became a slut, but you've come a long way baby, in the wrong direction." She sobbed some more. There was no doubt in my mind that she was sorry for what she had done, but it was too late at that point. She stopped crying and asked, "Will you at least listen to me if I tell you how it happened?" "Sure, I'll listen." It took her awhile to gather herself together, and start, "I turned into a slut because of frustration. Frustration caused by being passed over for promotions and raises due to the fact that I was a female. As you know, I worked very hard to establish myself, it was very important to me to be successful. After being passed over several times, I finally lost my cool and confronted Jack, the partner responsible for passing me over. He flat out told me that unless I gave him sexual favors, I had no chance to advance. I refused, and went to Ron and told him what Jack had said. He just looked away and told me that Jack was calling the shots." "That's when I started spending all that time at the office, I really was working my ass off. I kept plugging away for another six months, or so, it did me no good, I was still being passed over. Finally, just about a year and a half ago, I went to Jack and told him that I'd do whatever it took. He immediately made me give him a blow-job, right there in his office." "That blow-job changed my life forever. He pushed me down on my knees in front of him and took out his cock, stuck it in my face and told me to open my mouth. I just looked at it and almost threw up over the thought that I was going to have to take it into my mouth. I was filled with disgust, but he pushed the head against my closed lips and told me, again, to open up. I finally did open my mouth and he shoved it in. He grabbed my hair and began fucking my face. It's a good thing that he doesn't have a big cock, otherwise he probably would've choked me. He was shoving it all the way in and pulling it back out again. My body began to react to this facial fucking, I began to get aroused! I had made up my mind to do what I had to do, but I hadn't expected to enjoy it. The more he rammed his cock in and out of my mouth, the more aroused I became. The more aroused I got, the more I began to like sucking his cock. It wasn't long before I took over the action, I loved the feel of his cock in my mouth, my throat. I began bobbing my head back and forth vigorously, to try and please him. My pussy was dripping with arousal. When he shot his load into my mouth, I swallowed every drop because I wanted to. I also came as the first spurt of his cum hit the back of my throat. I was hooked, I came merely by sucking a man's cock, a man I hated." "I continued, voluntarily, to slowly suck his cock until it became hard again. I was so hot that I begged him to fuck me. He teased me and made me beg him over and over again. He finally bent me over his desk, ripped off my panties and fucked me hard and fast from behind, and I loved it. I must have cum 5 or 6 times." "Unknown to me, he had a hidden video camera and recorded the entire episode. When we finished, he played back the tape. He said that if I ever stopped doing what he asked, he would show you the tape. He blackmailed me into becoming his sex slave, and he made me fuck and suck just about every man in the office, including Ron, and most of his friends outside of work. Ron, though, was a passive participant. Jack just wanted to get him involved so that he wouldn't cause any trouble. Ron and I didn't know that a photographer was taking our pictures during that infamous session. Jack had secretly arranged it all, because he wanted to have something on Ron as well as me. That session took place more than a year ago." "I only wish you had come to me when Jack first made you service him. I would have understood. We could have worked things out." "I thought about it and I almost did just that. The thing is, though, as I told you before, I enjoyed it. I found blowing and fucking Jack was a major turn on. As much as I disliked the man, I enjoyed the sex. I had never before in my life felt that sexually turned on, I had several major orgasms. If it wasn't for the fact that I enjoyed it and wanted more, I probably would have told you." "My only regret in all this is hurting Ron. I liked him, but he wasn't totally innocent, either." "You also hurt Marge and Georgia. Did you think about them?" "Yes, they gave me their blessing to send the pictures. I'm not a total bastard, I made sure that they approved of my plan before I took any action." "How did you do that?" Thumbs Down Ch. 2 "I'm not willing to discuss that now, but suffice to say that Ron and Jack are getting no sympathy at home. I know for a fact that Jack's marriage is over, however, you may be able to save Ron's. If you talk to Marge and tell her just how Ron came to be involved, I think she'll probably forgive him." "How do you know so much about Georgia and Marge?" I smirked and said, "I have my secrets, too. The difference is that I don't take pictures." * * * * * Any and all comments are appreciated. Thumbs Down Ch. 3 Chapter 3: The Finale WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! (c) copyright 2001 All Rights Reserved * * * * * Many things have changed in the three plus years since Christy and I divorced. If you'll recall, we divorced because I discovered that Christy had been engaging in some extremely slutty extra-curricular activities with most of the men at her law firm. This discovery was made by an accidental finding of some hard core pictures of she and two of her bosses, Jack and Ron, on the Internet. When given the chance, Christy steadfastly refused to confess and tell me of her sexual escapades, as a result, I extracted my revenge on her and her law firm, by sending the pictures to some major clients. As part of my revenge, I seduced, and began a sexual affair with, Jack's wife, Georgia, a beautiful woman ten years my senior. Georgia divorced Jack shortly after my divorce, and really took him to the cleaners. She got everything, including custody of their children, who were pretty much grown, anyway. Ron and Marge went through a rough period, but stayed together. Georgia and I continued to see each other regularly, but our relationship was purely sexual, and we both knew it. Still, it was great sex and very therapeutic, just what the doctor ordered for both of us. Ron, who had phoned, on that fateful day three years ago, to ask why I had done what I did to cause the firm's largest clients to cancel their accounts, apparently had a change of heart. He called me again, two weeks later, and apologized profusely for his part in the 'horribly embarrassing mess,' as he put it. He offered no excuses for his involvement, but assured me that he had taken steps to prevent anything like that from happening again. He informed me that he had seen to it that the morals clause in Jack's contract was enforced, and Jack was ousted him from the firm. He went on to add that he had also contacted all of the major law firms in the city and informed them as to why Jack had been bounced, which would make finding suitable employment very difficult for him. Although he had no plans to take any direct action himself, he believed that word of Jack's behavior would probably come to the attention of the Bar Association, which would most likely result in Jack being disbarred. In response to my question, he told me that he and Christy had discussed her situation in great length, and both agreed that the best thing for her, and the firm, was for her to move on. He gave her a glowing letter of recommendation, and she quickly found a similar position with another firm. He went on to say that, after giving the matter much thought, and putting himself in my shoes, he probably would have done the same thing. Therefore, he held no grudge against me, and hoped that I would be able to eventually forgive him for his role in the whole sordid affair. I assured him that I held no major grudge against him personally, nor the firm, since the perpetrator of the whole affair, Jack, was gone. I found out later that Ron, being the dynamo that he is, had been successful in salvaging the accounts of several of the clients that had originally canceled, and had the firm well on the road to recovery. I couldn't help but feel happy for Marge, as she would have suffered had the firm, and more specifically Ron, suffered financial ruin. Even though they believed the split was somehow Christy's fault, our children had not stopped loving their mother. They, our parents and other family and friends were never told of the reason for the divorce. We merely told them that we had 'irreconcilable differences.' Christy and I had maintained an aloof, but somewhat cordial relationship in the early days after the divorce. I had voluntarily offered every-other weekend visitation rights to Christy. With the pictorial evidence that I had at my disposal, I could have excluded her from their lives altogether, but I couldn't do that to the children, because I knew that they still loved their mother. I also knew that they knew nothing of her activities and I was confident that she would shield them from that ugly mess. As a result of the visitations, Christy and I saw each other twice every-other weekend, once when she picked the children up, and again when she dropped them off. In the beginning we hardly said more than "Hi, how are you?" I took note of the fact that she had a great deal of difficulty looking me in the eye. I presumed that it was because of the guilt she must have felt. She was very prompt in both picking them up on Friday afternoons, and returning them on Sunday evenings. Her promptness indicated to me that she was very grateful to be able to see them, and wasn't about to do anything to jeopardize that privilege. She seemed genuinely concerned about them and their well being, and they responded to her love and concern. Over a period of several months, Christy had opened up somewhat and tried to initiate more in-depth conversations during the pick-up and drop-off times, and I didn't object. She was even able to look me in the eye more often, and my attitude towards her had changed slightly, from cordial contempt and disgust, to mild dislike. As good as she seemed to be with the children, and as cordial and friendly as she had become with me, I just couldn't get the picture of her stuffed at both ends with other men's cocks out of my mind. As the months rolled on, I began to notice more signs of the old Christy, the Christy that I had fallen in love with and married. She seemed more like her old self than at any time since she began her legal career. She was openly happy to see me, and her quick wit became more evident in our conversations. Her eyes sparkled as we caught each other's gaze more often. Even though the sordid picture was still embedded into my memory, it began to fade a bit. During our increasingly cordial weekend meetings, I had never asked her about her love, or sex, life, and she didn't volunteer any information. I often wondered if she was still behaving like a slut, but since we were divorced, it was none of my business as long as she kept it from the children. It seemed to me that she would hardly have time for those sorts of activities because she was spending so much more time with the children, certainly more than she had spent with them in the latter stages of our marriage. In addition to her visitations, she called and talked to them almost every day. Maybe she had changed, who knew? Taking a renewed interest in her, I began quizzing the children about their mother, you know, like was she seeing anyone, etc. They either didn't know, or were doing a very good job of covering up for her, because they said they knew of no men in their mother's life. I'm not sure why I even cared about her love life, after what she did to me, she could never be an integral part of my life again, could she? I had no steady girl friend, even though I was still seeing Georgia for the sex, usually on the weekends when the kids were with Christy. Don't get me wrong, I liked Georgia as a friend as well as a lover, but neither of us had a serious love interest in the other. In addition to Georgia, I had dated at least 15 women over a two-year period, had sex with most of them, but hadn't found one that interested me on a permanent basis. The relationship between Christy and I continued to improve over the first two years after the divorce, but very slowly. We seemed to have settled in on a plateau of mutual friendship, after all, we did share the two children. Then, as often happens, fate stepped in. One day on my way home from work, a maniac in a late model SUV ran a red light and broad-sided me. The air bag, in combination with the seat belt in my car, saved my life, but I suffered two broken legs and a broken arm, not to mention the contusions all over my body. The prognosis was for a full recovery, but not without a lot of pain, suffering and rehabilitation. Christy wasted no time and took charge immediately. Since she lived in a different school district, she arranged to stay at our house and take care of the children. She regularly brought them to see me at the hospital, and then the rehab center. She spent long hours at the hospital and the rehab center, always with the children, and did everything in her power to make things easier on me. We had no time alone while I was confined, but I was able to observe her interaction with the children, and noted, first hand, how much they loved and respected her. She certainly put my mind at ease in regards to their welfare while I was confined. She also obtained a copy of the police report of the accident and advised me on what my options were from a legal standpoint. During my confinement, Christy also arranged for some necessary changes to my house to accommodate the handicapped, specifically me in a wheel chair, all at her own initiative and expense. She was aware that I had been told that I would be confined to the wheel chair for at least 6 weeks, and changes had to be made to my home, especially to the first floor bathroom. She also rearranged the dining room furniture and installed a temporary bed, as I wouldn't be able to negotiate the stairs to the second floor for a number of weeks. The day that I was released from the rehab center, I was transported by ambulance to my home, and Christy was waiting for me. She cheerfully wheeled me inside and showed me all of the changes that had been made for my benefit. I was overwhelmed with gratitude, and couldn't thank her enough for all that she had done. Of course, I offered to reimburse her for everything, but she flatly refused to hear of it, saying that we'd talk about it, but only after I had completely recovered. After she showed me all of the changes, we found ourselves alone, and with nothing to do, for the first time in almost 2 years. Neither of us could think of anything to say, so she left me parked in the living room and went upstairs. During the time I was alone, I thought about how our relationship had progressed, about how she seemed so much like the old Christy, the one that I had fallen in love with and married, so many years ago. 'She certainly is a lot like the woman I originally married. But she cheated on me, big time, how can I ever forget, or forgive, that? She seems so nice, so concerned about the children and myself. She was a cheat and a slut! But that was then, this is now. Can I ever forgive her for what she did to me, and our family? She's taken it upon herself to make things easier on me, and the kids, my God, she's been acting like their mother! I don't know what to think, I just don't know.' Swirling, conflicting thoughts kept me in a constant state of confusion regarding Christy, and my feelings for her. About 15 minutes later she came back down, suitcase in hand. "I'll be back to get the rest of my things later, after the children come home from school. I'll also come over as often as you need me to help out, all you have to do is ask," she said in a very matter-of-factly tone. I looked into her eyes and saw a sadness that had been missing for some time, the sparkle was gone, and I took that as a sign that she didn't want to leave. It was my turn to take the initiative and make the bold move, "Christy, I'm so grateful and so much indebted to you that I could never repay you for everything that you've done. I'd like to ask you to stay, but how can I impose any further?" Tears began to swell in her eyes, as she responded, "Y-you want me to stay?" "Yes, but only if you want to, I've arranged for a visiting caretaker to take care of me, but I'd really like you to stay to help with the children. I know they'd love to have you around more often." The tears were pouring out, "Oh, Rich, I'd love to stay, I've enjoyed spending more time with the children so much, are you sure you wouldn't mind?" "Mind? Christy, I feel guilty even asking you, but if you would, I'd be extremely grateful." Convinced that I was serious, she dried up the tears, smiled and said, "OK, I'll stay, but only on one condition." Proud of myself for being able to cheer her up, I returned her smile and asked, "And what might that be?" "That you arrange for the visiting caretaker to be here only during the week days when I'm at work. I'll see to your needs in the evenings and on weekends, OK?" My own smile broadened, and tears began to form in the corners of my eyes, as I responded, "Yes, of course, if that's the way you want it. I just hate to burden you any further, but I would be grateful." "You don't understand, it's no burden, it's a way for me to help relieve the tremendous guilt that I still feel for what I did to you. I know that I can never make up for that, but it makes me feel better about myself to know that I'm trying, and that I'm actually able to do something positive to help out." The combination of events had affected me greatly, I mean, the way that she had taken charge, everything that she had done, and the tears. I had already begun to look at her in a different light, but the tears, the tears convinced me that she was genuinely happy and appreciative of my offer for her to stay, and really accelerated my turn-around in the way that I looked at, and perceived her. I took particular note of the statement that she made about her past, "You know, that's the first time either of us has mentioned the past in a very long time. If you feel like talking about it, maybe venting some, I'd be more than happy to listen." "Oh, Rich, I was hoping that I wouldn't be bringing back some horrible memories for you, do you really want to hear about it?" "Yes I do, if it'll make you feel better. Actually, if the truth be known, I'd like to know more about your current situation, too." I smiled mischievously as I made the statement about her love life. She chuckled as she responded, "You mean my love life, eh?" I chuckled and sheepishly replied, "Yeah, that's sorta what I mean." "Rich, I'm willing to tell you anything and everything, and if it gets to the point where you just don't want to hear any more, please let me know." "OK, it's a deal." "Shall I start now?" "Please, we have a couple of hours before the kids get home from school." "Well, let me start with my current sex, or love, life, OK?" "Sure, fine by me, I've been curious as to whether there's anyone special in your life. The kids never say anything." "Oh ho, you're curious, are you? Why would that be?" I smiled, and again somewhat sheepishly replied, "I-I don't know, just normal curiosity, that's all." Smiling somewhat knowingly, she replied, "OK, to satisfy your, um, curiosity, I have no one. My love life has been essentially non-existent for quite some time now. Over the past couple of years I've dated several guys, and even had sex with a couple of them, but there's never been anyone special. Maybe my problem with my dating is that I've consciously, or subconsciously, compared them to you, and they just don't measure up. Does that revelation scare you?" "No, it doesn't scare me at all, in fact, I'm flattered." "Before I go on about me, what about your love life? Georgia has called several times to ask about how you're doing, I assume that you're still seeing her?" "Yes, Georgia and I are good friends and we use each other to satisfy our sexual needs, nothing more. We've been seeing each other a couple of times a month, at the most. I like her, but we're not seriously involved. Since this is 'bare your soul time,' I'll admit that my dating experiences have been much like yours, and for the same reason, I compared them to the Christy that I first married, and they all paled in comparison." She smiled and seemed genuinely pleased at my admission, "Now I'm the one that's flattered. OK, well, back to me, I don't know if you know, but immediately after our break up, I stopped my slutty behavior, cold turkey, and began seeing a shrink." "No, I didn't know, but I'm glad to hear that, how did you do it?" "Surprisingly, it wasn't hard at all. I gave the matter of my sexual lifestyle much thought after you threw me out. It soon became apparent to me that the pleasure that I might have gotten out of the sex, the sluttiness, was miniscule compared to the price I paid, losing you and the children, and losing the respect of my peers. I made a decision to not be a slut any more, and that was it. I've not been seriously tempted since, not even a little bit. I needed the shrink to help restore my self-esteem, as I was at an emotional low. I still can't understand how I let myself get trapped into that lifestyle in the first place, but that's history, isn't it?" One thing that had been etched in my mind, way back in the far reaches of my memory banks, was what she had told me several years ago about the way she started her slutty behavior. She was ordered by Jack to do his bidding, a man that she openly disliked. I didn't know if she had faced up to her submissive tendencies, or not, but chose to let my thoughts on the subject slide, "Yes, lets hope it's ancient history." "To continue with my story, I left the firm and found a similar position with another law firm. I made the move because I had been involved with most of the men at the old firm, and needed to remove the stigma, which still existed, even though Jack was gone. I knew that I couldn't escape my past altogether, but I tried. Rumors abounded, even in my new job, I noticed the funny looks and whispers during my first several months there, but eventually they disappeared, mainly because I proved to them that I was very good at what I did, and I kept on the straight and narrow." Christy continued, "Several of the men at the office had asked me out, but I turned them all down. I was determined to keep my love, and sex, life out of the office. The men I did date had no connection to my new firm, or the old one for that matter." Being aware of how Jack had control over her, I had to ask, "Did you ever see Jack after that day at the house?" "I'm glad that you brought him up, and no, I never saw him again. He made numerous attempts to get together with me after he recovered from the damage that you inflicted on him, but I avoided him like the plague. I knew that if I really wanted to clean up my act, I had to avoid him, and I did. As many times as he phoned, and even came to the security station at the apartment building to see me, I refused to talk to, or see him. It took him about a month to get the hint, but he finally did, and gave up. The last I heard, he had moved out to the West Coast and was trying to rebuild his law career." I listened as she told me about avoiding Jack, and concluded that her ceasing to be a slut was due mainly to being away from his influence. She had truly been under his control during her slutty times. From what she had told me previously, she wasn't being bribed by the videotapes, she merely wanted very badly to please Jack, whatever he wanted, she did. I also wondered what would happen if she came into contact with another dominant man, 'Would she turn back into a slut, a submissive?' We looked into each other's eyes with caring and admiration, as she paused. I felt warm and tingly all over, the tingly feeling was especially concentrated in my crotch. After a long quiet pause, Christy asked, "Rich, let me ask you a question, why do you think that I've done all of these things for you?" "I don't know, the children, maybe." "No, Rich, it wasn't entirely the children. Sure, they had something to do with it, but the simple fact of the matter is that I love you, I've never stopped loving you, never. I wanted to be angry with you, even hate you, after what you did to the firm, and me, but when I sat down and thought about it, I realized how badly that I had hurt you and I deserved everything that you dished out." Thumbs Down Ch. 3 I looked deeply into her glassy, tear filled eyes, and tears began to swell in my eyes, too. "I'm touched, I really am, I don't know what to say." "Don't say anything, just hear me out. I've never given up hope that some day, somehow, we'd get back together. Even the divorce didn't discourage me. So, when I had a chance to do something for you, I jumped on it, not because of the children, but because I was hoping that we'd find a way to get back together. There, that's it, I've bared my soul to you, I hope I haven't scared you bad enough for you to kick me out again." She sniffed a few times as she finished her statement. "Kick you out! My God, Christy, after all that you've done for me, no way! Unlike you, I can't tell you that I never stopped loving you, because I did. I told you how I felt back then, but I feel differently now, time has helped heal some of the wounds. You were everything to me at one time, and I'd like to get that back too, but it's not as easy for me to forget the in-between events. Maybe, just maybe, if you'll be patient with me, I'll come around." "Oh, Rich, Rich, that's all that I can ask. I'm so happy to know that there may be another chance for me, for us." I was caught up in the emotion of the conversation, just as Christy was, and we both shed some tears. She pulled her chair close to me, put her arms around me and kissed me tenderly. I responded and the tender kiss soon evolved into a passionate one, as we played tongue-tag with each other. I could only hold her with one arm, but I used it to full advantage, to pull her closer. She responded by increasing the passion level of her kisses, and my cock sprang to rigid attention very quickly. Christy soon noticed my hard-on, squeezed it and giggled, "You know, it looks like you're pretty excited, and I'm pretty wet too, what shall we do about our mutual arousal?" My mind flashed with the memory of how submissive Christy had been to Jack, and how much she had seemed to enjoy it. I had never been the dominant type, as Christy and I had always treated each other as equals in all things, including sex. However, I had done some research and found that there are people who prefer being submissive in their sexual relationships, and Christy seemed to be one of those. It's a personal choice, and being submissive, for those so inclined, could greatly enhance their sexual pleasure. It could also include punishment of some form, usually spanking. I decided that if there was ever going to be a second chance for us, it had to be on my terms. "We're going to take care of our condition, but on my terms. If there's a chance of us getting back together, and I'm not saying that it will happen, you must obey me, and only me. I will be your master in all things sexual, do you understand?" "YES! I understand completely, it's what I've always wanted. I'm yours to use as you see fit, I want to be your slut, your personal fuck toy. Oh, yes, yes." "From this day on, your pussy, your mouth and your ass hole belong to me, and only me. You will only use them as I decide you may, whether it be with me or someone else that I may approve of." "Oh, yes, yes, yes. I want to be the best I can be for you. I've wanted you to take me, to make me yours, and only yours, from the day we first met. I know this is no excuse, but had you done that back then, there never would have been a Jack in my sex life." I didn't know that at the time, but I was convinced that she was right. She was submissive and needed a dominant man to control her sex life. I ruefully wished I had realized that 2 or 3 years ago, but, again, that's history. Sucking it up and assuming my new role as a dom, I ordered her to remove her clothes, and she did so while looking at me with lust in her eyes. I then ordered her to bend over such that her bare ass was within reach of my good arm, and she obeyed once again. "Christy, you've been a very bad girl in the past, but a very good one recently. Therefore, your punishment for past misdeeds will be mild." Her breathing picked up as she offered me her curvaceous, but tight little ass to spank, "Yes, I was a bad girl, I deserve to be punished." "Ok, this is for what you did to me, and a reminder of what's to come if you ever disobey me again." I whacked her 5 times on her bare ass with my open hand. The whacks weren't love taps, but weren't vicious, either. I know that my hand probably hurt more than her ass, and even though she winced, I could see, from my rear view angle, her pussy getting wetter and wetter with each slap. I also noticed the red handprints on each of her cheeks. "OK, turn around, take my cock out and suck it dry." She smiled, looked up at me with those glassy, lusty eyes, knelt in front of the wheel chair, and went to work, first removing my cock from its confinement, then giving it a world-class, licking, tongue swirling and sucking. It was wonderfully obvious that she had learned a few things during her slutty period, as I came in record time, and spurted a major load of cum into her mouth. She took it all with ease, opened her mouth, showed it to me as it jiggled like white, stringy jelly on her tongue, then slowly and seductively swallowed every bit of it. I wanted to return the favor, so I again ordered her, "Help me to the bed and lay me on my back." She did as she was told, then I ordered, "Get up here and sit on my face, I want to taste that luscious, wet pussy of yours." She obediently moved onto the bed and straddled my head, and positioned herself to where her pussy was directly in my face. God! I loved her smell. How I missed it the past couple of years. I wasn't able to tease her at all because of my immobility, but I lapped her extremely wet kitty pretty good, concentrating on her clit. She seemed to like it as she erupted in volcanic ecstasy after only a minute or two of tongue lapping. I tried to continue licking her clit after her orgasm, but she moved off me and said, "Oh, God! That was wonderful, but I can't take any more this first time." My cock had gotten hard again, and I called her attention to it, "Uh, oh, look at what you've done to my pecker again." She looked down and smiled as she saw my hardened love rod, "My, my, what would my master like me to do about that?" "You're going to sit on it and ride us both to the pearly gates of heaven." She didn't hesitate, as she positioned her pussy over the head and moved down until she impaled herself onto my rigid cock. I maintained dominance, even with her in that position, by ordering her, "OK, now start slowly and fuck me, fuck me good until I cum in your pussy, and you can't cum until I give you permission." She began slowly and gradually moving her pussy up and down, up and down, then rotating her hips in a circular motion, and increasing the fucking speed until she seem poised to cum again. "Remember, don't cum, you must wait for me, we'll cum together." She obeyed and slowed down, rotated her hips a few times, then sped up again. She repeated the slow down, rotate, speed up, procedure until I was ready to cum. "Ohh, yeah! I'm ready to cum, cum with me, cum now. Ughhhhh, ughhhhh." I grunted as I shot my load deep into her as her pussy was clamping onto my cock for dear life while she convulsed in another violent orgasm. It took several minutes for both of us to recover, and Christy moved off me as my limp cock slithered out of her cunt with a slurp. She lay next to me and I was able to wrap my one good arm around her, and we cuddled for a long time, words were completely unnecessary. The new Christy, the woman that I had come to know so very recently as the divorced mother of my children, was very much like the old Christy, the one that I had married in the first place. The major difference between the two, the new one was much more sexually experienced, responsive, uninhibited and submissive, and I liked her that way. Over the next few weeks, Christy and I continued to have sex as often as we could manage it, and we both loved every second of it. I maintained the dominant role and she the submissive, as she happily obeyed my every command. In addition to the sex, we spent long hours just talking, about a myriad of subjects, but mostly about her slutty period. The fact that we were able to talk about it openly had the effect of healing the wounds for the both of us. I came to understand her situation at the time, and her reasons for getting involved as she had done, but still couldn't come to grips with the fact that she had cheated on, and deceived, me. Of course, she claimed that she kept it from me to protect me, to keep me from getting hurt. Even so, I was extremely happy and content with her, and she seemed happier than I had seen her since the early years of our marriage. The children took note of our new-found mutual admiration society, and giggled openly over our show of affection for one another. Georgia had visited me while I was confined in the hospital and rehab center, but she somehow always managed to avoid Christy. However, once I returned home, she apparently decided to face Christy for the first time. During her first visit, she was extremely nervous and apprehensive, not knowing what to expect, given that Christy was living with me. Christy took the lead and made her feel more at ease by apologizing for her past behavior, and telling Georgia that she knew all about our relationship, and that since it was good for me, she approved and would never make an attempt to interfere. Christy's sincerity immediately put Georgia at ease, as was evidenced by the warm smile on her face, and the hug that she gave Christy. During that first visit, Georgia took the opportunity to inform both of us that she had been dating a special guy, and that she was serious about him. She added, almost as a footnote, that she hoped that we'd remain friends, but couldn't be sexually involved with me anymore. I glanced at Christy, saw the smile on her face, and told Georgia that it was probably for the best, for both of us. It was about a month later that Georgia told us that her boyfriend had proposed and she accepted. She was giddy with happiness, and we both expressed our sincere wishes for her continued happiness. She made both of us promise to attend the wedding, and we readily agreed. She added a condition to her invitation, by requesting that we come as a couple. We chuckled, looked at each other and we both nodded in agreement, while Georgia beamed. Meanwhile back at the ranch, our relationship continued to flourish. We were still living together in sexual bliss and spent much of our time talking about everything under the sun. I knew that I had fallen back in love with Christy, but had a terrible problem with the thought that she may some day come under the influence of another dominate man, then what? 'Would we have a repeat performance of what took place in the past?' I took the initiative to perform further research on dominant/submissive relationships, using the vast resources of the Internet. It took about two months of reading various materials and chatting with people before I developed the necessary confidence that I could maintain my dominance over Christy, and not fear the loss of her loyalty. I finally addressed the issue of whether I'd be better off with Christy, or without her, and the answer to that question was a no-brainer, my mind was made up. By this time, I had healed to the point where I was out of the casts and the wheel chair. The strength hadn't returned to my legs, but I was able to get around using crutches. One evening after the kids were in bed, I took my cell phone into the bathroom, closed the door and dialed our home number. "Hello," Christy answered. "Hello there beautiful, this is Rich, remember me, your adorable ex?" She giggled, "Yes, I remember you, my adorable ex, what can I do for you?" "Well, I've been secretly admiring you for quite a while now, and was hoping that I could talk you into having dinner with me some evening." She giggled again, "Oh, you were, were you. I don't know, this is so sudden, I hate to jump into anything." We both chuckled. "I was hoping that I might be able to talk you into a nice, quiet dinner, at this wonderful little mom and pop Italian restaurant that I know, say this Saturday, what do you think?" "Well, I don't know what to..." She paused in mid-sentence and thought about what I had said, then she asked, quietly, "W-what's the name of this wonderful little Italian restaurant?" "It's a great little out-of-the-way place, called Angelo's." She was stunned, she again paused for a long time before answering, "A-angelo's, sniff, oh yes, yes, sniff, of course, I'd love, sniff, to go to Angelo's with you. Sob, sob." She was sobbing openly as I emerged from the bathroom and went to her. We hugged tightly and she continued to sob on my shoulder. Her tears were tears of happiness, as she obviously remembered Angelo's. Why would Christy shed tears of happiness at the mention of a quiet dinner date at Angelo's? It was at Angelo's that I first proposed to her, many years ago. Any and all comments are appreciated.