111 comments/ 72109 views/ 14 favorites We Have To Talk By: murphy621 Six months ago I knew there was some thing wrong. There was a tension between us; it was like watching a thunder storm approach. Waiting for that first clap of thunder and the first flash of lightening to unleash the downpour. I was so unhappy with the situation that I was ready to call it quits on our marriage of eighteen years. I decided to precipitate the confrontation. "What's wrong Connie?" I asked my wife. "Is something bothering you?" "No, nothing is wrong. Why do you ask?" "There seems to be an undercurrent between us." It's just been different between us for the last several weeks." "Different? Different how?" "I don't know how to put this but we just don't seem to be as affectionate as we used to be. I feel as if there as a wall growing between us. Even when we make love you don't seem to be as responsive." "Oh, come on Gary, not the old sex thing again. We make love just as often as we always have. It's not like this is the first year we were married. After almost nineteen years it just becomes pretty much routine for everyone." "Well I tried to introduce new ideas into our love making but you shut me down the last few times. I was trying to spice things up to make it less boring." "I didn't say boring, I said routine." Maybe we just need some variety." "Variety? The last new thing I tried you refused me again." "I'm not talking about anal sex, that's disgusting. I'm talking about partners." "Partners? You want to fuck someone else? Do you have a special someone in mind?" "No, no, nothing like that. Remember several years ago you suggested going to a swingers club?" "Yeah, and you shut me down so fast my head was spinning." "Well maybe it's time for that now." "What brought on your sudden change of mind?" "What you just said, maybe you are right. Look, I love you. I want to grow old with you. You make love to me just fine and you get me off every time. Maybe it is because it's routine that I don't seem as responsive." "That's it, that's all it took to convince you?" "That, and Mary Higgins." "Mary? What has she got to do with it?" "She and her husband joined a swingers club a couple of months ago and she loves it. She can't stop talking about it. She says it livened up their sex life at home and both of them are always hot. I admit it, I felt the same way you do about our love life. But after the way I refused you when you suggested swinging the last time, I didn't know how to bring up the subject again." "But now you want to try it now?" "Well yes, especially if you still want to, and if will help us enjoy each other again." "OK. Talk to Mary and start the wheels in motion." After I agreed to her suggestion things started to improve between us. She seemed to come out of her snit and I never connected her mood to our becoming swingers. It took us a couple of months to get accepted but after we finally passed our interviews and medical certification our love life was back on track. She was as hot as she had ever been. We went to our first meeting with Mary and her husband. It was held on a Sunday night at a Holiday Inn and it started with a cocktail hour and then dinner and dancing. When we walked in, Mary took Connie in hand, and began to introduce her around. Tom and I went to the bar to get a drink. We sat on our stools with our backs to the bar surveying the crowd. About thirty couples in all, mostly all middle aged people trying to look eager and younger. Not too many of the women looked inspiring. "Is this the usual crowd?" I asked Tom. "The women look a little dumpy." "Yeah," he replied, "They're people like us trying to revive their libidos with a little strange. The young and the beautiful don't need swinging to bring themselves back to life. You and Connie are probably the youngest ones here tonight and it looks like Connie found a good looking guy already." I looked and I didn't like what I saw. They were standing with their backs to us, both of them angled towards each other. Her arm was around his and her tit was pressed against it. The hand attached to his arm was caressing her ass. Even in this swinging environment, I thought a little too friendly; especially for their just meeting one another in the less than the half hour we had been here. "Who is that guy with her?" I asked Tom. "He doesn't look like he is out of his thirties." "Dunno" Tom answered, "I never saw him before." Just then the music started. A slow romantic ballad and they moved together and danced with a practiced ease that told me everything I needed to know. They knew each other before tonight and were very well acquainted. From what Mary and Tom had told us on the way over, the cocktail party was supposed to be the time when everyone mingled to find partners for the evening. Then have dinner together to get more familiar and then mingle again in case the first choice turned out to be unsatisfactory. After that, retire to the block of rooms reserved for the group with your partner of choice. Or, enjoy as many of the other members as you could accommodate, individually or in any other combinations as you wished. I tried to keep my eyes on Connie and it looked to me like she and the guy the guy she started out with never parted company. I ended up with a woman named Pearl. She was short and a little chubby, nice big soft tits and round oversized ass. Not what I would have looked for when I was in my twenties but at forty two one begins to want them built more for comfort rather than for flash and comfort was what Pearl gave me. I was out of practice picking up women and I had wandered about for a while and it was she who picked me up. After all she was the experienced member. Very experienced it became apparent because she soon had me in one of the bedrooms. "This is your first time here?" she asked as she took my cock in her hand and gently stroked it. When she saw my nod in answer she continued with more enthusiasm. "I love initiating new members and you have the kind of member I like." She declared as she dove down on it. I could overlook short. I could overlook chubby and the oversized ass. Even the roundness of her belly, because of the way she blew me. I never had a blow job like the one she gave me. It was out of this world. She knew just how tight to grip me with her lips and how much suction to make me hard. She took me to the edge and then let me fall back again. She had me wanting to cum and not wanting it to end and then she pulled off of me. "Noooo, I wailed but I stopped complaining when she climbed on top of me and slid my cock into her pussy. It was like being inside of a warm wet velvet glove. No woman had ever felt this good, none not even my wife, had made love to me so well. "Don't move baby." She said, "Let me take control and I'll give you the best ride you ever had." I don't know how she did it but her cunt became a living thing. It was no longer a velvet glove but rippling, live, sucking, demon. I couldn't have pulled out even if I wanted to, and believe me, I didn't want to. I gave in and had the best orgasm of my life. She came too. I could see the ripples traveling up her belly. I could see her shudder and vibrate as her orgasm overtook her and then she collapsed and fell forward, resting herself on my chest. Her big soft pendulous tits flattened against me, pressing her hard nipples into me, making me aware of how turned on she was. "Wow," she breathlessly whispered into my ear. "Where did you ever learn to make love like that?" "Me?" I questioned, "It seems to me that it was you who took control and I loved it." "I only did what I thought you wanted. It all felt so natural." "Yes, we're a good team, because it does feel so natural." Suddenly we both went quiet realizing what we were saying, both of us realizing that we were married to different people. Perhaps feeling for the first time that maybe they were the wrong people. To lighten things up, I gave her a playful tap on her butt and said "Let's take a shower and get a drink at the bar and then come back for round two. Only this time I'm going to be on top!" She giggled and ran for the shower, calling over her shoulder, "We'll see about that when we come back." I was wrong. Round two took place in the shower and was just as good as round one. When we came out of the shower she began to put on her panties, "What are you doing?" I asked. "Getting dressed." was her reply. "Aren't we gong to the bar?" "Yes we are, but we're going to wear these." I said holding up the terry robes the motel supplied for pool use. "Just the robes?" "Well you can wear shoes too." "Oh God," she exclaimed, "You make me feel so bad." "Bad, bad, or naughty bad? I asked. "Naughty bad." she replied as she giggled and tied the belt tight around herself. "That's just the way I want you. Naughty, accessible and wet just the way you are now." As we were getting seated in the bar my hand had entered the opening in her robe. Her pussy was wet and ready. "Oh God, what are you doing?" She groaned. "Not here. The rules are no sex in the public places." She shuddered as she had a mini orgasm. "You make me feel like a cat in heat. Please get me a drink, I need to cool down." So I went to the bar and ordered her a Margarita and while I waiting I saw them, I saw Connie with her stud. The were swapping spit on the other side of the room from where we were sitting. They were in another world, oblivious to what was going around them. Her hand was inside his fly and his was up her skirt. Well that's what we were here for and after my fun with Pearl I certainly had no right to resent what they were doing. When I sat back down with Pearl I glanced back at Connie as I gave Pearl her drink. I saw Connie and Stud get up to leave. I asked Pearl if she knew the guy and she said that she had seen him there before. "Why do you ask?" she questioned. "That's my wife with him." "She's pretty." "Yeah, she is," I agreed, "but I've got a feeling she is cheating on me." "Why do you say that in light of what we just did?" "No, I don't mean tonight, I mean things hadn't so good at home for a while but after she suggested swinging it got better and it was her idea to come here tonight. The way she homed in on him makes me think that this was all a setup." "Well if she is cheating," Pearl replied, "she has to be crazy. Nobody has ever turned me on like you did tonight." "Not even your husband?" "Him?" He's on again, off again, Finnegan. We're here because he never lasts long enough to get me off and he won't do anything more to make me cum. I'm tired of plastic penises. I found the 'Mother Load' when I found you and I'm never going to let you go." That surprised me a bit; I didn't think I had done anything exceptional. She was a good fuck but all I did was to return in kind, the pleasure she gave me. But hey, when she urged me to return to the room, who was I to say no. She refused me nothing and gave me everything I ever dreamed of. She made love in ways that Connie never did and got me off two more times before I cried Uncle. She gave me every hole and she enjoyed every way I took her. She was so much more enthusiastic than Connie. I was sorry I didn't meet her first. Connie and I had agreed. Since this was our first time swinging, that no matter how we were occupied at the time, we would meet at two am and if one of us wanted to go home, we both would leave. If we both wanted to stay it would be okay but no matter what, we would leave at seven in the morning. She was prompt at two o'clock for the first meeting but twenty minutes late for our return trip home. "I'm sorry, "she apologized as she n rushed up to me and ignoring my offer of a good morning kiss. "He was the best I ever had and he kept me awake so late that I overslept." "Overslept, or was it so good that you wanted a good morning fuck?" was my impatient reply. "Please don't be so crude. Didn't you have as good a time?" I didn't answer her and her exuberant mood disappeared and was replaced with her blushing realization that her enthusiasm was resented. It gave her away when she realized what she had said. We were both very quiet on the ride home. She remembering the pleasures she had enjoyed overnight and I, even though I had a good time, resenting the inference with her 'the best I ever had' remark. Neither of us wanting to talk about what we had done or with whom we had done it. Then it was a rush to change into work clothes and get to work on time. Monday night dinner was just as quiet but it was the quiet before the storm. We had been watching TV together when she got up during a commercial to go to the bathroom. Her cell phone buzzed when she was gone and I picked it up to answer it for her. It was a text message. "r u alone." I had a feeling that I knew who it had to be so I answered. "yes, ws hoping 2 hear frm u." I texted as if I was her. "u wr awesom last nite. Bttr that then u evr wer anytme b4," "u were bttr I didn't want it to stop" I egged him on. "celebrating our 6 months together with our 1st overnighter ws wnderful. Do u think he suspects" "WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY PHONE?" She was back, but too late. I just handed it to her. She read the texts and then said, "We have too talk." "What's to talk about? You knew him from before. You've been fucking him for six months. Sunday night was all a setup," "Come on Gary, it's not what it seems." "It seems to me that you have been getting something on the side for six months and I never knew about it. You're having an affair, isn't that what everyone would call cheating?" "You're being crude again. No, it's not an affair. I don't love him the way I love you/" "If it's not an affair, what would you call it?" "An open marriage." "What's open about it, if you're the only one having the extracurricular fun? I don't remember any discussion or agreeing for you to have any guy on the side." "That's what we have to talk about. I did want to bring it out in the open. That's why we went there Sunday night." "No need for you and me to talk, our lawyers can do it for us when they settle the terms of our divorce." "DIVORCE! I don't want a divorce! I love you." "You love me? Then you certainly have a funny way of showing it. In fact, you just said that yon loved him" "Yes I did, but I also said that not the way I loved you. With you, it's a wonderful, solid, romantic love. I want to grow old with you. I can't imagine my life without you." "And him?" "It's just too wild, too passionate, too exciting to last like our marriage has." "So he's better than me?" "No, no, just different, not better." "That's some consolation," was my sardonic reply, "and I suppose, if I don't divorce you, you'll want to keep fucking him for the excitement?" "Well yes. I was hoping that you would share me. You could have his wife while he did me. It would be like swinging." I exploded. "GOD DAMNIT CONNIE, what makes you think I would want his wife? What's the next thing you will spring on me? Are going to ask me to watch him fuck you too? " Despite the seriousness of our conversation Connie was giggling as she answered, "Pearl is his wife." Then it dawned on me, the whole past weekend was a setup. I felt so stupid, so used, so manipulated, so infuriated. I was pissed. First, because I was so blind to what was going on behind my back and second, because my wife was such a conniving, cheating bitch. And third, because Pearl never even hinted that she was his wife. In fact, her off again, on again, remark was just camouflage. True, I had a great time with Pearl, she was a better fuck than Connie ever was and I wanted to see her again. I had never cheated on my wife and I would have had a guilty conscience if I had. Now Connie was offering me a painless way out of my dilemma. I calmed down... "She is? His wife? You knew this? Pearl told me that she only knew him from the club." I was utterly astounded. "Yes," Connie answered," it was planned but it seems to have worked out well. What do you say to double dating with them?" "I don't know if that's a good idea, After all you have been fucking him for some time now." "Look, it's just dating. Dinner and maybe some dancing, you've already fucked his wife so every one starts off the same. She wore me down and I agreed to go out with them. The truth was I wanted to see Pearl again anyway. We drove and since they lived on the way to the restaurant we picked them up. As they walked to the car Connie got out as if to greet them and Pearl slipped into the front seat next to me; Connie and Geoff naturally got into the back together. "What the hell is this?" I said to my self, 'She snookered me again.' I called over my shoulder, "You never said anything about swinging tonight." "I said double dating." Connie answered, "You can't date your own wife, only someone you are not married too. So Pearl is your date and I am Geoff's." "Don't you want to date me Gary?" Pearl asked as her hand stroked my rising cock and she kissed my ear. I succumbed to her caresses despite my growing resentment. Then she opened my fly and took my cock out and kissed the tip. She couldn't suck it because of the consol between us but the way her fingers moved on the my shaft kept me hard and eager. By the time we got to the restaurant. I was beginning to get annoyed at what was going in in the back seat Connie, on the other hand, was doing a full court press on Geoff's dick with her mouth. I could see his smile as she eagerly brought him off, His hands were entwined in her hair but he was looking at my eyes in the rear view mirror. He was daring me to object as he filled her mouth with his cum. The smirk on his face started my irritation and his remark stoked the ensuing anger in my belly. "That's good Baby I told you that all that practicing would make you into a first class cocksucker." I heard him say as I looked into his eyes. He was rubbing it in, letting me know that he had been fucking her for some time now. Maybe they thought I was a some kind of wimp cuckold. "We're here I announced," as I pulled up to the valet parking, wanting to give time to the women to tuck Geoff and I back into our pants. When we got out of the car, Connie grasped Geoff's arm and pressed her tit into it like it was the only thing that could keep her from falling. Pearl did the same thing to me. We walked into the dining room clutched by two adorning wives, only they were not the ones they were married to. We were seated in an open booth along the wall, one step higher than then the main floor. We could see the whole room and they could see us. It was an open booth, leather padded with the sides less than shoulder high. The table was horseshoe shaped and the women were in the center, facing the room, and Geoff and I were facing each other across the table. After placing our order for drinks, the conversation waned and Pearl wrapped her arm around mine and whispered in my ear. "Watch, and don't say anything," I saw Geoff looking at Connie, it was an expressive stare. I saw her shake her head once, silently showing that she didn't want what he was indicating. His stare became stern, his eyes hardened. She blushed and she looked embarrassed and glanced at me. He just continued his stare. Then I saw her press her back against the back of the couch and lift her backside slightly off the seat. Her subsequent motions made it obvious to me that she was removing her panties and lifting her skirt from underneath herself and was now sitting bare assed on the bench. I felt the bile rising in my throat when I saw her hand him her panties. Just then the drinks came and when the waiter left, Pearl repeated Connie's maneuver next to me. When I glanced down I saw Pearl's naked pussy between her open thighs, it was leaking. She took my hand and covered her cunt with it. We Have To Talk "Please finger me." she pleaded, "I need what she is getting." As my finger entered Pearl's wet cunt I glanced up at Connie. She had a glazed look in her eyes. Then I saw her eyes roll up and her body stiffen as her orgasm overtook her. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. My wife being brought to orgasm, by another man, in a crowed restaurant, in front of me! And I just sat there, with my hand in another woman's twat. I hadn't looked as we got in the booth but I hoped the tablecloth obscured the visibility from the tables in front of us. At least Connie had the good grace to look embarrassed for a few minutes afterwards until she saw the expression on my face. Her feelings of humiliation,, changed to defiance and then adoration as she took the hand that had violated her and sucked on the fingers that had penetrated her. She was defiantly showing me that she wanted what was happening. Just before the food came, Pearl did too. She came all over my hand and the bench. It was a good thing it was leatherette or it would have left a big stain. The rest of the dinner was a more rational and normal activity except for the conversation. Geoff monopolized Connie. I couldn't hear a word he said, because Pearl had my rapt attention with the information she imparting to me. "She belongs to him now Gary and there is nothing you can do about it. He has been conditioning her for months and now she is a slut, just like me. Tonight is her graduation, her coming out party, so to speak. Tonight she will fuck him in front of you, proving that you will have no say in her life if you turn down his offer." "She belongs to him? Conditioning her for months? No say in her life? What offer? What the hell are you talking about?" "Just watch what happens on the way home." I tried to get more information from her but she kept distracting me with her hand on my cock. She got me off twice before we left using her napkin, and then mine, to catch my cum. I can't imagine what the waiter thought when he cleaned up afterwards. When the valet brought my car I held the passenger door open, hoping Connie would get in next to me for the return trip home. But no, Pearl slid in front and Connie and Geoff returned to the back seat. Pearl whispered to me after she settled in, "Adjust you rear view mirror so you can watch them." I did that as we pulled out but it did nothing to sooth the indigestion that filled my gut. I watched my wife turn her face to Geoff with her mouth wide open. There was no hesitation, no restraint, no denying of her intentions. She wanted him, she was impatient, and she wanted to be fucked. She kissed him deep and hard, I could se the movement of her tongue inside his cheek. She repeated the maneuver she had performed in the restaurant and her skirt was up around her waist in no time flat. With her lips glued to his she swung her leg over his lap and lowered herself onto the cock she held in her hand Once she was thoroughly impaled, she fucked him, quietly, passionately and actively. He didn't have to do anything. I watched their indecent behavior until I pulled up in front of his house. Pearl complained as I lifted her mouth of my flaccid dick, "What's wrong, I couldn't even get you hard." Neither one of the pair in the back had said a word after they got in the car. No taunts, no moans, no groans, no compliments. Both strangely silent as they fucked. Nor was there any conversation after they uncoupled and he got out of the car. Pearl gave me a kiss on the cheek and told me that she had lovely time and hoped to see me sometime soon. Geoff just said good night. I turned to look at Connie still seated in the back. She hadn't moved so I asked, "Are you coming up front so we can talk about what happened tonight?" I didn't try to keep he anger out of my voice. "I can't move," she declared, "I'm exhausted, just drive home. They are coming over tomorrow night and Geoff will tell you all he wants you to know. I can't discuss anything with you yet." She was slouched back on the seat, her skirt still up around her waist, her thighs spread, and her cunt leaking his cum all over my leather upholstery. She looked obscene. I wanted to vomit. I wanted to talk to her. I wanted to know what the hell was going on. My dinner was lying like a chunk of lead in my belly but the determined look on her face told me that I would not learn anything from her tonight. We drove home in silence my discomfort was not relieved. In the house her silence was continued despite my ranting. Not a goodnight kiss from her, not even wishing me a good night, not a word. When I left in the morning she was still asleep so I passed the day in my not so comfortable ignorance. When I got home after work the three of them were seated in the living room, each with a drink in their hand. Mine was on the coffee table. I looked at them and Geoff told me to sit down next to Connie and take a long pull from my drink, I was going to need it. He told me to listen carefully and not interrupt because he was not going to repeat himself. He was going to offer me two choices, neither of which was negotiable. Connie, who was sitting next to me, took my hand in both of hers and held it tightly. The first choice was that Connie remains as my wife. She would be the best wife a man could want. We would never have another argument, she would never have a cross word for me. She would be an obedient Stepford wife for me. Sexually, she would never refuse anything I wanted, whenever I wanted it. She loved me and she wanted to remain married to me for the rest of her life. The only two conditions were that for the third week of every month she would be available to him and that she would never tell me one word about what she did when she was with him. If he wanted her company it might be only for a few days, or maybe a day and night, or possibly for a whole weekend and rarely for the whole week. No matter what we had planned, if he wanted her during that week, she had to go to him and I had to remain completely ignorant of their activities together. Connie moved my hand, the one she was holding, under her skirt and covered her naked pussy with it. She whispered in my ear, "I love you; this is the choice I want you to take." "The other choice you have is for you to reject her. For you to dump her, to remove her from your life and she will come to me. Then she will become a wife to me like Pearl is." When he said her name, Pearl stood up and moved along side of him. She was facing me with her legs spread. She dropped her dress to the floor and stood naked except for her shoes. The smile lighting her face brightened as his arm snaked behind her thigh and his fingers entered her cunt from behind. The vision before me became even more obscene when she semi-squatted and began moving her hips, obviously trying to get herself off on his fingers. The moans and groans became pleading, "Please Geoffrey, I want to cum." "All in good time my dear," he answered, "As soon as you answer a few questions for Gary's edification." Connie placed her hand over mine and rubbed her pussy with my fingers. She was wet, turned on by Pearl's submission. "What are you Pearl?" There was slight hesitation and then, "I'm your woman." "And how do you show your love for me?" "I earn money for you with my body. I'm a whore for you." " Who do you give all your earning too?" "I give them to you Geoffrey." "Why?" "Because you are good to me and you take good care of me. I give my earning to you so that you are pleased with me and that you will need me like I need you." Connie was frantically rubbing my hand on her pussy; it was obvious that she wanted to climax also. She was aroused by Pearl's confession, by her submission. It became obvious to me at she was already like Pearl. "Do you want to cum also, Connie?" "Yes Geoffrey, Please." . It was then that Geoffrey gave his permission. "Alright, Do it. Both of you. Cum ladies, cum now!" Both of them came, both in explosive orgasms, both collapsing, Connie on to my lap, Pearl onto the floor. Connie was quietly sobbing. Geoffrey, speaking to me, said, "Talk it over with your wife, she will let me know which choice you want to live with. Come on Pearl, let's go." Pearl scrambled to her feet as she grabbed her dress. She followed him out swaying her naked ass saucily as I watched in astonishment. Connie was still crying in my lap. I lifted her up into sitting position and waited for her to calm down and then I asked. "Are you going to tell me now what's going on?" "I never wanted you to see me like this," she replied. "After what I saw last night and tonight, nothing more could surprise me." "I don't know about that. I can't even begin to tell you what has happened to me." "How about telling me from the beginning, from when and where you met him?" "Oh, this is so embarrassing; I want you to know that I love you. I love you even after all I have been though, and in spite of it all you have seen. I really do love you." "That may be, but after all I have seen, I'm not so sure that I still love you. But we seem to have a decision to make and I can't begin to do that until I know how we got where we are. Now give me the when and where." "It was six months ago, at the party at the Johansson's. You were talking sports with a group of men and I was at loose ends for the moment, Geoff asked me to dance. He was charming and he danced very well. I don't remember what we talked about but for some reason I remember being very impressed with him. Early the next week he called me and told me we were going to have lunch together that day, I of course, told him that was not a good idea. But you promised he told me, you promised you would when you gave me your phone number. I didn't remember giving it to him and I again refused his invitation. He persisted and convinced me with how much he enjoyed meeting me at the party. He told me how good he felt after dancing me and that he needed to see me again to relive that happy moment. All he wanted was just to have lunch and my company and nothing more. He finally convinced me that I had promised and that that I had to keep my word. Lunch was at the Hilton and I don't remember what we talked about but except that he needed me and that I needed to,,,,,,,That I wanted to .... That I had to .....Go to bed with him. I felt so guilty afterwards; I had never cheated on you before. I even withdrew from you a bit and we had a rocky time for a few weeks after that first time. But I couldn't stop seeing him, he was like a drug. He convinced me that he did not want to steal me away from you and the guilt began to disappear. He didn't want me to love him the way I loved you and that there was really not love between him and me, at least not the way I loved you. He told me I was helping him, that he needed me for him to be happy, that he needed me to make him want me. I began to believe him. I wanted to help him, I wanted him to be happy but I was feeling guilt. That's when we were have the difficult time. That's when you had that talk with me and we agreed to try swinging. In the time it took us to get in the club the guilt was gone and I was calling him. I needed him and by the time we went to that swinging party my conditioning was complete. I knew what he was doing to me but it felt so right. I wanted him to want me. After that the time I spent in his arms, in his bed, became the high point in my day. I became completely obedient to him and I wanted to be that way to you. It's a wonderful feeling to give the two men in my life anything and everything they want. I wanted it because I knew it would make him happy with me. I knew it would make him want me and I wanted to make you want me too. My body is not mine anymore; it belongs to Geoffrey and to you. That's when our sex life got better. You still want me, don't you, even after what I have told you?" I had to hesitate after hearing about her seduction and her behavior this past week. It was obvious that this was a continuing relationship and that it had gone on with me not knowing for at least six months. I was pissed off about it and that she had been unfaithful to me. She was so infatuated with him that there was no way she could break it off. Our marriage had been rocky for the first month of her affair but very satisfying for the last three. In fact, for the last two, she had been the perfect wife. She had become much more adventurous in bed and had offered up, no insisted, that I fuck her ass. I suppose I have Geoff to thank for that. So what the hell was I going to do about her? I could see Connie; she was biting her lip waiting for my decision. She had no say in her future. She could be a shared wife with me or whore with Geoff. She didn't have the will power anymore to decide her own fate. And me? Did I want a shared wife? I didn't know if I could handle it. Happily married for over eighteen years except for maybe that one month and now this hit me from out of nowhere. The last two months were heavenly so that made up my mind. "OK," I said, I'll choose the first option, but if you or Geoff rubs my nose in it then I throw you out and you can be a whore for him." Connie squealed with delight and she flung herself into my lap and covered me with kisses. "I'm going to be the best wife you ever had." "You're the only wife I ever had." "Well you're never going to have another one. I'll never give you the chance." That night she nearly fucked me to death. So life went on. He called for her the third week of every month. Sometimes for two or three days. Sometimes for an over night or a whole weekend. The toughest ones for me were the ones he took her for a whole week. Once in the winter she came home with an all over tan except for a tiny white triangle in front that barely included her shaved pussy. The hardest part was not knowing what she did or rather what he did to her. I tried several times to get her to talk about it but all she would do is make a motion with her hand to her lips as if she was turning a key. Her lips were locked and I learned nothing from her. At least not intentionally. When I did find out, it was a shocker. The annual auto show in our tri-state area was being held in the new convention center in our state capital. I never went to any of the previous ones and I had no intention of going to this one; not until I got a call from Max Kraus. Max and I served together in the first Gulf War. We kept in touch over the years but only on the occasion of business taking either of us to the other's home town. Every time we met he always tried to sell me a Mustang from the Ford dealership he owns. The standing joke between us was that I would always say I was too old for a muscle car and that he would one day get out of my stodgy Cadillac. His opening greeting was, "This year I'm going to sell you a car." "Max there is no way you are going to get me into a Mustang," was my laughing rejoinder. "No," he agreed, "I give up on that but how about nice E class Mercedes. "Mercedes? My, you have moved up in the world." "Yeah, the local dealer here retiring and I bought his dealership, so I want you to come to the show as my guest." "When is it?" The twentieth to the twenty fourth, next month." "When's the best night to meet you there." "Come Saturday night about five o'clock, the auto show closes early on Saturday. The dealership I'm buying is throwing a party after the show at the hotel next door. It's for his best customers and his sales staff. All the food and drinks you can handle. Bring the wife; I haven't seen Connie in years." We shot the shit for another ten minutes and after I hung up, I realized that was the week reserved for Geoff. I almost called Max back to cancel before stopping myself. Perfect, I thought, this way I won't be sitting alone wondering what she is doing with Geoff. Maybe that will help stop the burning in my stomach when she is gone. Tuesday of that third week she told me she was going to visit her Aunt Sally on Thursday and probably wouldn't be back until sometime on Monday. Aunt Sally was our euphemism for when she went to Geoffrey. We never mentioned his name, where she went or what she did with him. But from the time she knew when she was leaving and for days after she came home, she did her best to reassure me that she loved me. Even though it was some of the best loving care I ever had, it didn't put out the fire in my belly. On the Saturday of the show, I got there about an hour early and wandered about viewing all the new competing cars. Each brand, knowing that men make most of the car buying decisions, had young sexy women to attract the younger crowd. Mercedes, needing the older, more established richer, buyer, had three more mature women. Two of whom I recognized immediately, Connie and Pearl! I watched from a neighboring exhibit, all three women flirted outrageously with whatever man came near them. It was their job to get the customer to sit in a car and then the salesmen could talk to them. Plenty of cleavage was shown and loose halter topped evening gowns afforded plenty of glimpses of the succulent breasts inside. Plenty of male hands, cupping pantiless asses. Plenty of tits pressed against the men as the women whispered in their ears. Most of the men were glad to sit in a car just to be able to hide their burgeoning erections. Pearl was dressed in a black gown that fell loose from just below her heavy bosom to the floor. The halter top above did very little to hide the thick viscous movement underneath or the sides of her voluptuous breasts. For her, it was a not so subtle advertisement that she was available. Connie, in white, wore a dress with a similar top but her smaller, more pointed tits, did not display the more sensual movement that Pearl's did. They put on a show of their own. It was obvious how excited she was from the way her eyes glittered. How hard her nipples were under the satin fabric of her bodice. I could see the hard points trace their way inside her gown, every movement magnified by the way they pimpled the fabric and were observed by one and all. The gown hugged her figure snugly from under her tits to just below her ass. Every curve, her small waist, the flair of her hips and movement of her ass was on view as she walked and jiggled. From just below her ass, the skirt fell straight to the floor except that it was slit to the floor on the outside of her left leg. Every stride she took displayed the leg for the entire world to see and every eye remained there, expecting her pussy to be shown also. It was meant to entice, meant to excite, and did that exceedingly well. When the buzzer sounded signaling the end of the show every salesman there had a possible client in tow. The women disappeared soon after and it was up to the salesman to make the kill. That is when Max found me in a competitor's area. "Glad you could make it. Where's Connie? "He asked as we shook hands. "She had to visit a sick aunt." I answered not wanting to admit what was causing my incipient ulcer. "But what are you doing over here Gary? Come on, I want you to meet the guy I am buying this dealership from." "I was just watching your sales technique. It was quite an exhibition of salesmanship." "Yeah the girls get them in and the guys clinch the deal. Did you notice the one in white? She reminded me of Connie and wait until you see her later; she's a really hot one." "Later?" "The dinner is from eight to ten and then after all the wives and the guys who don't want to play go home, the girls who have been on their feet all day get on their backs." "You mean they fuck?" "Like rabbits. Wait until you see the show they put on. I'm told they could drain every man here." We Have To Talk I managed to get though the dinner. I needed to smother the inferno in my belly with food. It didn't help. By ten o'clock all the couples were gone and most of the older men too. There must have been twenty guys not including the retiring dealer, Max and me. As a group, we all got on elevators and went up to the top floor, to the three bedroom suite that had been reserved for us. When every one had a drink in their hand Max raised his glass and announced, "Here's to Kurt, who as most of you know is retiring and to the tradition he started that makes this franchise so much fun. Let me introduce the entertainment for tonight. Come on out girls!" Pearl pranced out first. Gone was the black evening gown, replaced with a pink diaphanous baby doll night gown. It hid nothing to hide her charms. Certainly not the jiggle of each tit, or the roll of each buttock or even the roundness of her belly. She was Mother Earth personified, just waiting to be fertilized. She was followed by the third woman, the one I never saw before who was wearing virtually transparent lounging pajamas. I could see the dark shadows of her aureoles and the landing strip above her slit. And then came Connie, clad in a long fitted night gown. The bodice cupping her breasts covered them in a lace-like bra. They were forced up and apart as if offering themselves to her admirers. They were the offerings of a goddess, begging to be fondled, expecting to be sucked. She walked with a sway I had never seen her use, offering her body, asking to be fucked in that waving ass. Her makeup just short of garish, her smile almost obscene, her arms outstretched to one and all, inviting them to take her. She never looked so beautiful........or more like a whore. They were immediately engulfed by the crowd. The shouts of the men and the shrieks of the women punctuated the air as they were groped and pinched. That's when I retreated to the terrace to observe the activities unnoticed. I was there for three hours watching those women take on all comers in every way possible. I vomited into a nearby planter when I saw Connie take on three guys at once. When Pearl sucked a guy off, positioned on her knees while she was jerking two guys off at the same time, it was an anti-climax. It was well past one o'clock when Max found me on the terrace, the show inside was virtually over. "What are you doing out here?" What are a you, a voyeur? Every time I find you are watching? I never saw you inside." I pointed with my chin; Geoff had just entered the room. I guess he had come to collect his harem. There was just one other guy left and he had just finished with Pearl. Geoff sat on the sofa after the guy left and the third woman came out of the bedroom to join them. She sat down next to Geoff and Pearl sat on the other side. Connie knelt in front of him and took out his cock and began sucking on it The other two began by opening his shirt and began kissing him, their hands playing all over his body and face. "That's the guy who supplied the women. Look at the way they idolize him. The guys tell me that each one is a better fuck than the other two. You missed out on the tall one; the one I said looked like Connie. My God, she is a hot one. You should have tried her." "I already have. Quite a few times as a matter of fact." "I never saw you in there. .......Oh......Oh no Gary.....It isn't.......Is it......Oh shit! I got up and walked into the room and stood in front of Geoff. He looked like a Sultan on his throne. Surrounded by his harem or a pimp enjoying his stable. He had a shit eating grin on his face and not one of the women noticed I was there. They just continued their adoration of his body. I said to him, "I took the first choice to keep her from being like this." "Shows you, you can't trust anybody these days." he replied. "Tell her I said that too." indicating Connie as I walked out into the hallway. Just as the elevator doors closed I heard her wail, "No it couldn't be him. No. No." I never heard a word from her all day Sunday or Monday while I was at work. But Monday evening when I got home from work, she was there making dinner, just like every other Monday in the year. Just like I hadn't seen what she had done Saturday night. The only difference was that Geoff was there, seated quietly in the family room while she bustled about. She came to me with a bright smile on her face, just like she always did when I came home eager to greet me with a kiss, only this time I didn't accept it. I turned my face away from her as her lips approached me. "What's wrong Honey, a bad day at the office?" she asked brightly, as if Saturday night never happened. "No. More like a bad night at the auto show. Do you want to tell me why he is here and also explain what I saw happening there?" "You know I can't talk about anything that happens when I am with him. He brought me home and I asked him to stay because I wasn't sure what you would do to me when you got here." "Well it's good that you did because he can help you pack and get all your stuff out of here." "But we have a deal and I have kept my end of the bargain. I don't want to leave" "Except that now I know what happens when you are with Geoff. You guys snookered me when you told me I couldn't ask you what you did when you were with him. The only reason I went along with his choices was that I loved you and didn't want to lose you. I also didn't want you to be a whore for him. I can't live with the image still in my mind of what you did the other night. As we were talking Geoff had walked into the kitchen and positioned himself behind her. I saw her body stiffen as his hands snaked around her to cover her breasts. Then I heard her groan a weak protest, "Geoff, please no." The groan changed into a moan as his fingers tortured her nipples and a glazed look replaced the sparkle in her eyes. Her whole demeanor changed from the bright perky housewife that I knew so well to the quieter, more pliant puppet he was holding. "She's mine Gary, she'll do anything I tell her to do. She's just like Pearl." He peeled the dress off of her shoulders and she was naked standing in front of him. He pushed her forward until she was bent over the kitchen table resting on her elbows. Her tits were swaying obscenely as he slid his cock into her and slow fucked her. "Look up at your husband, Connie; tell him that you love him." "I love you Gary, I really do. I love being your wife and I want to make you happy. I want to be the perfect wife for you and make you love me forever." The expression on her face was not one I was accustomed too. She was compliant, submissive, almost robotic but very enthusiastically responsive to the fucking she was receiving. "And what do you feel for me Connie?" Geoff continued, never missing a beat in his slow, rhythmic violation of my wife's cunt. "I want to make you want me. I want to be what ever you want me to be and for you to fuck me like you are doing now." The radiant look was gone, replaced by a wanton, lustful expression I had never seen before. She was a whore plying her trade, competently satisfying her client in a skilled professional manner. It was a surreal moment, carrying on a conversation with my wife, while another man was fucking her. While she was responding to his questions and declaring her love for me while her body was fulfilling her need to make him want her. Geoff said, "You don't want to give up this prime pussy do you Gary? She's one of the best I ever had. Look at her; you can see how happy she is because I let her have you. She'll fuck anybody I tell her to, or not fuck them if I tell her she can't." He slapped her once on her ass and she came. I again saw my wife climax for another man. I saw her cum so hard her legs could not hold her up; he had to hold her by her waist to keep her from falling. Never in all the years we had been married had I ever seen her cum so hard. I think she must have passed out because her upper body collapsed on the table. "If you really are going throw her out," Geoff continued. "Have her pack up and call me to come back and get her. She will tell you what will happen after that. I would love to have her working for me full time." Connie seemed to have recovered her senses and he gave her a little kiss, just like the ones I gave her when I went off to work and he left. She turned and looking at me apprehensively said, "I had hoped you would never have to see me like that. The question now is, what are you going to do about it?" "Do about it? What choice do I have? You have to go! I can't stay married to you after what I have seen these past few days." "But you have been living with it ever since you agreed to let me be available to him for a week of each month. If you didn't want this to happen you never should have agreed to that. That's the time he used to take complete control of me and turned me into what I am now. That's when you agreed to his conditions. You didn't seem to mind and I have been a good wife to you just like he said I would be." "But now I know that you are a whore and I saw how you enjoyed him. Do you cum like that for all of your Johns." "No Gary, only for him, that's why I do what he wants. I can't deny him anything." "He's that much better than me?" "Better than you and anyone else. When he is inside of me, no one else in the world exists but him and like now, if he is not inside of me, I want him to be there." "You mean if I was to fuck you now you would want it to be him doing it?" "You, or anybody else. I don't know why or how he made me like this but the weeks that you sent me to him have been the best I have had in my life. I just don't want him; I crave what he does to me. I'll do anything he wants me to do, or not do, just as long as he keeps fucking me." "You mean being the 'perfect wife' for me is what he wants? It's not your idea? Even when we make love, it's with his permission?"" "Yes Gary and now that he knows you are throwing me out it can only be right after he has had me. You can only get sloppy seconds from now on. You would have to eat his cum out of me and that would be the only time he would permit you to cum in me." She was laughing derisively when she turned away from me and said, "Do it Gary, eat me and then fuck me, now!" Then she bent forward from the waist, presenting her naked ass and cunt and wiggled them like the whore she had become. The gesture was so obscene and scornful of me it was a complete turn off. I could see the cum that had leaked out of her, some of it already dried on her inner thighs. She laughed when I refused her indecent offer. "What's the matter Gary; you don't want his sloppy seconds? You won't even get that unless you eat his cum out of me. You have been doing it for months and enjoying it. Why not now? Now that you know that I fuck other people so that I can bring him money. Now that you know I will do anything he wants me to do just to make him keep me. Now that you don't want me I don't have to pretend that that I still love you. That I still want to be the perfect wife for you." Her words stung, they pierced my heart like a sword. In the short time I had been home she had changed from the devoted wife I thought I knew so well into this vituperative harridan, verbally assaulting me. I couldn't take it any longer I shouted at her, "Call him up Connie, tell him to come and get you. You can come back tomorrow to get your clothes and take anything else you want. You and I are finished." The divorce went easy. She agreed to my terms after I made a threat to expose her to her family and let them know what she had become. The court insisted that she get thirty percent of our investments and that burned me up because I knew it would go right to Geoff, But there was nothing I could do about that, at least there was no alimony. I never spoke to her after the day I kicked her out, not even when we had to appear in court for the final granting of the divorce. Not until almost three years after it was final. I literally bumped into her. I was coming out of the men's room at the Hilton and she was exiting the ladies. Neither of us had seen the other and I almost knocked her down. I grabbed her arm to keep her from falling before I heard her familiar voice saying, "Why don't you look.......Gary?" "I'm sorry I.......Connie?" Both of us too surprised to say anything more. "How are you?" I finally stammered out. "Good." She answered. "Better than the last time we met." "Yes, I remember that well." "So do I. I have to talk to you about that. I wanted to call you but I could never get up the nerve to do it. Can we meet here in the bar after work, please? I have so much I want to talk to you about. I just don't have time now. I have to get back to my table." I looked at her silently for a few moments before answering. Did I want to expose myself to her abuse? But the pleading look on her face told me that maligning me was not on her mind and I answered, "All right. Five thirty." She turned and walked away. Her ass was a little bit bigger now, but she still looked good for a woman who was well past forty. And the way it waved goodbye to me, reminded of the better times we had together. The last time I had seen it, it was naked and so contemptuously offered, that I was tempted to stand her up this evening. But curiosity got the better of me. She was already there when I arrived a few minutes late. "I was beginning to think you weren't going keep our date." was her greeting. "I said I'd be here and I am. And it's not a date." my reply was a little hostile. "I don't blame you for what you are feeling. That's why I want to apologize for what I said to you that last day and for what I did to you that year." "And you think that will let me forgive you." "I don't see how you could, I can't even excuse myself." "Why would you want too? " "Because I said terrible things to you. I had too, for my own peace of mind now. Because that wasn't me talking. I was a puppet, a marionette that danced to his tune or more truthfully, fucked to his piping. I don't even remember how he seduced me that first time; I think I might have been drugged. But I fell for him, or more probably his cock and I became addicted to it. At first it was the euphoria of incredible sex and then it became a need. The longer I was with him the more I needed it, just as if I was on heroin. If he withheld it from me I was in pain. I did everything he wanted me to do just as long as he would let me fuck it or suck it. When you threw me out I was actually happy because then I could be with him full time." "So why are you telling me this now. You got what you wanted. You got rid of me and you are with Geoff. Isn't fucking him enough for you anymore? Or aren't you bringing him enough money to make him need you anymore?" She winced as if I had slapped her, then brought herself back up straight and said, "Geoff is dead. Ellie's husband killed him." "Who is Ellie?" "She was the third woman at the auto show. Geoff made her do the same thing ln front of her husband that he made me do in front of you. It happened about three months after our divorce became final. Geoff fucked her in front of Colin. The only thing was that Colin snapped. He couldn't handle the disgrace and the humiliation of what he was watching. He shot Geoff and Ellie and then himself. All three died." "Colin had more balls than I did, maybe I should have done the same." "I'm glad you didn't, at least you're still alive. You didn't do anything wrong. What happened between us was my entire fault. That's why I am telling you this, I feel terrible about what I did to you. I really did love you before I lost my mind to him. I just don't want you to hate me anymore." "Maybe we can get together again to get together and ......oh, there's my date for tonight. Here's my card, I'd like it if you called me." The smile on her face somehow changed from genuine happiness to forced pleasantry as she rose from the table and left me to greet a portly, balding gentlemen at the entrance to the bar. It was obvious that they were not close fiends meeting since they shook hands at first. It was even more evident, at least to me, what their relationship was when she put her arm though his and rubbed her tit on his bicep. She was talking animatedly to him as they exited towards the elevators, I looked at the card she gave me, it simply said, "COMPANIONS, INC." Underneath in the lower right hand corner was an 800 number. I guess she was still a working girl. I wondered....... If I did call......And if I did meet her again....... Would I have to pay?