36 comments/ 67825 views/ 13 favorites What is the Definition of a Whore? By: imhapless You all probably think that you know that a "whore" is; I wonder if you can tell me then whether Bernice is one. My name is Apollo; yeah, just like the Greek God. With a name like that, especially since my last name is Chalmers, in the tough neighborhood that I grew up in you either got the shit kicked out of you or you did some shit-kicking yourself. Fortunately from the time that I was in my early teens I was in the latter group. I don't think that I lost a street fight after I turned thirteen, especially after I started Jeet Kune Do ("JKD" for short, the predecessor to Mixed Martial Arts) training. I became the national amateur JKD champ at 195 pounds by the time that I was nineteen. While JKD kept me from getting killed, my JKD head instructor also recognized that I might have a brain and got me into a special technology High School where I flourished enough to get an academic scholarship to Ohio State University. I dropped JKD after my first semester at OSU studying computer science, although my JKD mindset helped me out both in school and in business after I graduated from OSU in three years and a summer. By twenty seven, when I met Bernice, I had already made a shitload of money. I first came across Bernice when she was a receptionist at one of my customer's offices in the same city that my business and residence were in. Her looks and sexuality were jaw-dropping. She's 5'9", natural red hair, fiery blue eyes (very unusual for a real redhead, certainly the first I had ever seen), a body out of Victoria's Secret only with a few more pounds in all the right places (half in her tits), and a real "attitude." Looking back I don't think that I fell in love with her as much as became enchanted by her. On our second date she fucked me better than any other woman ever had in my life, rode me cowgirl as she thrashed about like a landed marlin, pinched my nipples, and swore a blue streak. In retrospect during our three month "courtship," if you could call it that, maybe "fuck fest" would be a better term, I was the marlin and she was the fisherman who landed me. It was obvious to everyone else, except perhaps me, that financial security was very important to Bernice. Since I could provide that, was younger than she was, and good looking and sexually compatible enough to suit her, she actually quit her job for the sole purpose of landing me. One of my best friends, Jennifer, a female attorney just out of law school who I had platonically known from OSU, insisted that I needed a prenuptial agreement and she drafted one up for me. When I presented it to Bernice she didn't seem flustered. However, the next morning after having ridden me reverse cowgirl while playing with my balls, and then deep throating my cum and pussy juice covered cock as soon as she recovered from our mutual gargantuan orgasms, she sweet talked me into modifying the morals clause and reducing the time that the prenup would be effective. Given how well I had been fucked I was ready to go along with everything Bernice wanted. Fortunately Jennifer browbeat me to keep a modified morals clause (one that kicked in after two years) and to provide for no serious payments at all until after three years of marriage, although she made the entire prenup expire more quickly; after only four years rather than the ten that it was originally. I didn't know then how grateful I should have been to Jennifer for insisting on those provisions. Happily Bernice accepted it, I'm sure the four year expiration being the clincher for her. At our engagement party, only two months after we had begun fucking, three of Bernice's former co-workers, two of them drunk, one of them female, tried to "talk to me" about Bernice. However, Bernice was able to finesse getting me away from them. Another of her former co-workers (looking back undoubtedly at Bernice's urging) came up to me and told me what a great and loyal woman I was getting. We had only been married for about six weeks when some aspects of Bernice's personality came out that I didn't recognize in our world wind romance. While by a longshot she remained the best fuck that I ever had, and while she orgasmed almost every time that we fucked and every time that I ate her, she always seemed to want more. She also was very self-centered, made numerous bigoted comments that had never passed her lips before marriage, and about once a week acted like a total bitch. She also was obviously very materialistic and spent every cent I gave her. Fortunately in order to keep my business partners happy I had put most of my money in accounts that she couldn't touch so there was a finite limit on what she could spend, namely her "allowance." Since I was sexually satisfied and since she made an earth-shattering impression on customers, potential customers, and employees every time anyone new met her, I wasn't unhappy and took the bad with the good, figuring "that's what married life is like for everyone." It was only about four months that we had been married, however, when I started to become concerned about possible infidelity. It wasn't just one thing but a whole series of things that when combined together caused me concern. Given her bigotry (class, race, religion, almost anything) I knew that she could not possibly be screwing around with anyone except for a rich WASP guy. There was one man in particular, a local married plastic surgeon named Tom, that I strongly suspected since he always seemed to have his nose up her ass whenever he was near her. Since my business is computers and information gathering I found out what I needed rather quickly. A half dozen hours of computer research combined with personal observations and information that I gathered at various social gatherings from discussions with Tom's wife and his receptionist, made me quite sure that any tryst that was occurring was at my house on Tuesday early afternoon. Before I went further I had a heart-to-heart talk with myself about controlling my temper and not reverting to my old JKD form and beating the shit out of Tom since I didn't want to end up in jail. Once I was sure that I could control myself I decided to leave work during the early afternoon the next Tuesday and confirm my suspicions. My plan was to enter the house about noon on Tuesday without Bernice knowing it and then see if she had a visitor. I parked my car at a park two blocks from my house, which was secluded at the end of a cul de sac, and approached it from an angle where there were no windows in order to minimize the chance that I would be seen. I got there just in time to see Tom get into his car, parked about a hundred yards from my house, with a big smile on his face, fasten his tie, and then drive off. I cursed myself for not coming earlier and not seeing them in the act. However I decided to proceed to the house anyway to see if there were any specific signs of what had gone on. I snuck into the house, saw a pair of Bernice's panties and a bra at the bottom of the stairs going up to our bedroom and two glasses of wine on the kitchen, then heard a noise upstairs. I hid and observed Bernice, naked, carry the sheets from our bed into the laundry room and then walk back up the stairs, still naked, with a set of clean sheets. I was leaning against the wall in the pantry, trying to deal with what I had just witnessed and how it made me feel, when I saw Bernice come down the stairs again with a new bra and panties on and pick up the ones at the bottom of the stairs and bring them to the laundry room. She then put the wine glasses in the dishwasher, got out two new ones and a bottle of wine, and sat at the kitchen table munching on some carrot and celery sticks (she carefully watched her weight). I cursed myself for picking the pantry as a hiding place since it would be difficult for me to sneak out of the house without being seen while she was in the kitchen. As I was batting over in my mind what I would say if I had to confront Bernice the doorbell rang. I observed Bernice excitedly get up and hustle to the front door. I took the opportunity to sneak out of the pantry into the entryway to our garage but had no intention of leaving until I saw who was at the door. I heard a man's voice, Bernice giggling, and moaning. I found a perfect observation point and saw George, the owner of several businesses in town who had been over to our house with his wife for at least two parties, take Bernice's bra and panties off and drop them at the bottom of the stairs. "I'm so glad that you could make up for not seeing me yesterday," a naked Bernice giggled as she pushed away from George then ran up the stairs with George following closely obviously trying to pinch her behind. I waited for about five minutes until I heard clear sounds of sex, including Bernice's distinctive pants and moans, then crept upstairs. There was Bernice, on her hands and knees on our bed, with George pounding her cunt from behind while squeezing her ass and with Bernice obviously pulsing her pussy muscles in her patented manner that always squeezed the cum out of me. Despite my resolution not to kick the shit out of whomever was fucking my wife I almost burst in and attacked George. Fortunately I had two moments of clarity before I did. The first was that I would, in my present state of agitation, likely actually kill him when my JKD instincts took over, and end up in prison for decades. The second was that I needed to do something about Bernice and just killing one of her two lovers wasn't going to do it. As I drove back to my office I almost got into an accident I was so distracted. I told my secretary to cancel the only appointment that I had that afternoon and that if possible I needed to work without interruption for the rest of the day. Perhaps as a result of my JKD training I was able to channel my anger, and the mishmash of other emotions boiling within me, into action. I shortly came to the conclusion that Bernice and I as "loving" man and wife were through but that I shouldn't act precipitously to divorce her. There was that window in the prenup, between two and three years after we were married, that was the ideal time financially to jettison her. In the meantime I'd continue to have sex with her like she was a slut, because that's what I considered her to be at that time, because she was, after all, the best piece of ass I had ever had. Once I came to those conclusions it took only about two hours more to come up with a plan so diabolical yet creative that I surprised myself. I am one shrewd motherfucker I thought as I rubbed my hands together in glee. Just then my secretary told me that Bernice was on the line. Having developed my plan I was able to sound entirely cheery. "Hi, Hon, what's up?" "Don't forget that we're meeting the Rathmans for dinner at the Club tonight." "Thanks for calling, it had slipped my mind." "Listen, Apollo, I'm leaving for the club for a 5:00 p.m. social committee meeting so come right to the Club from work. We have reservations for 7:30." "See you then, Hon, bye," I replied completely maintaining my composure. I was pleased with the timing because all that I needed was two hours to install the high-definition motion activated cameras and recording equipment in our bedroom to implement my plan. In further preparation I called up the JKD Federation and got them to send me a DVD of my fights in the tournament leading up to my 195 pound championship when I was nineteen. Having installed the cameras in my bedroom I was as pleasant as could be to the Rathmans and Bernice. Now on hyper alert, however, I sensed something going on between Bernice and Doug Rathman, the president of a local bank. How many guys is she fucking? I asked myself. Bernice demonstrated perhaps her only good quality that night. She was as ready as ever to fuck, even after having serviced two other guys that day. I wasn't sure about the "cleanliness" of her pussy, however, and until I found out I intended to fuck only her ass, mouth and tits. I think that she was a little surprised by my aggressiveness but complied when I pounded her ass more vigorously than I ever had in the only half dozen other times that I had fucked her ass before. We both got nice orgasms out of it. To make a long story short the recordings of the activities in my bedroom revealed that Bernice was a busy woman. Apparently Monday was business owner George's regular day; she fucked plastic surgeon Tom on Tuesday; law firm managing partner Joe on Wednesday, bank president Doug on Thursday, and Simpson, the owner of the largest landscaping firm in the entire area, on Friday. All of them were married with between one and four children under thirteen. All of them were rich and could afford my proposal. Also, all of them were thrilled with sex with Bernice and on the recordings told her time and again how much better sex was with her than with their wives -- something that I was sure was true. I did up a "highlights" DVD for each of the five guys I knew to be fucking my wife, although I wasn't sure that there weren't others. I set up a Cayman Island bank account using several layers of corporations, none of which had my name associated with them although the ultimate one was ostensibly "owned" by a childhood friend who I could trust. Early the next Monday morning I went to a makeup artist and got made up to look like a fifty year old balding guy with a black mustache and heavy eyebrows, glasses, and a beer belly. To test my disguise I went to my office and talked to a few of my employees and one of my business partners. Clearly none of them recognized me. I then went to visit my wife's fuck buddies at their work places starting with her Monday lover, George. Of course none of the fuck buddies initially would see me since I didn't have an appointment but I told each of their assistants that it was an urgent matter that Mrs. Chalmers had sent me to see them about and that I only had ten minutes to talk to them. That got me in quickly everywhere, each guy with a deer-in-the-headlights look on his face when he ushered me into a private office or conference room. It was clear that I was not recognized. I turned on a white noise device in case there were any recorders nearby then quickly hit them with my pitch. "I represent someone who deals in clandestine surveillance. He knows that you've been fucking Mrs. Chalmers." They each got wide-eyed with that. "He's fucking her too, but thinks he should get paid for his knowledge. I'm going to show you a short DVD with highlights of Apollo Chalmers, her husband, when he was a JKD fighter, followed by you fucking Bernice Chalmers," I continued. On my portable DVD player I then played about one minute of me destroying guys in my ascension to JKD champion and another minute of the specific guy I was pitching ejaculating into Bernice's cunt. Each remained quiet and stone-faced during those two minutes. "My employer believes in a carrot and a stick approach to incentives. He knows that Mrs. Chalmers is a completely awesome fuck, the best you've ever had because she's the best my employer has ever had too. So here's the deal;" by then I had their rapt attention. The basic elements I set out for them were, first deposit $2,000 in the Cayman account number I gave them for past Bernice fucks, the day after their normal fuck day deposit $500 each time they fuck Bernice, get a complete STD workup and email it to an address I gave them to prove that they don't have any STDs, if they miss a week pay $250 to the Cayman account anyway, never fuck her ass, and under no circumstances tell anyone, especially Bernice. Also the only way that they could back out would be to make a onetime $10,000 payment to the Cayman account, at which point the DVDs of them fucking Bernice would be destroyed; however if they backed out they could never fuck her again. "If you violate any of these terms a full length DVD will be sent to your wife and to Apollo Chalmers. I have it on good authority that Mr. Chalmers has lost little of his JKD skills since he was 195 pound champion and I know that you know how muscular, possessive and hot-headed he is. You'll have a divorce and may be killed, or at least beaten bloody, by him. If the $2,000 bank deposit and emailed STD clean bill of health from the Stansbury Clinic are not received by 6:00 p.m. on Wednesday the DVD gets delivered to Mr. Chalmers and your wife." All five marks where ashen by the time that I finished my pitch. Without a further word I picked up my DVD player and white noise machine and left. Needless to say by Wednesday evening I had gotten the money and STD test results from all of them, plus the $500 each from George and Tom for fucking Bernice the last two days. I was pleased to see that all were STD free. To make sure that Bernice was also STD free On Sunday I had told her that Monday morning a female doctor was coming by to give her a physical for insurance purposes for our business. That doctor did STD testing and reported to me that Bernice was clean too. The next year things went along smoothly. My income was nicely supplemented by $2500 tax free every week from these five guys. Eventually George dropped out, and made his $10,000 payment and I sent him his DVDs, but he was quickly replaced by a really wealthy local real estate tycoon, named Simon. In the same disguise I gave the same pitch to Simon after recording his escapades. Because of his wealth I got him to pay me $1,000 for every fuck instead of $500, bumping me up to $3,000 tax free every week. Also, now that I was looking at Bernice totally as a slut I was no longer bothered by her personality and simply enjoyed fucking her like a slut almost every night, and twice during the day on weekends. I was particularly pleased that I was the only one fucking her ass, which meant that she maintained keen interest in me since by then she had come to like it in her pucker hole every few days. I also got great amusement from the reactions of her fuck buddies when I would socialize with them. I played up an angry jealous husband routine several times with each of them when I was sure that they were within earshot. I wanted to maintain apprehension in the backs of their minds. Simon also sent me an email asking to negotiate a trip with Bernice. I agreed on a one week trip if he paid $25,000. I was surprised when he agreed, and that amount appeared in my Cayman back account the next day. When Bernice went on the trip with Simon (she told me she was going to visit her sick mother), about sixteen months after I had initiated my little plan, some things changed for me. Being without sex for a week caused me to think about my life and realize that I longed for an emotionally intimate relationship with a female, obviously something I wasn't getting from my slut wife. While actual sex with Bernice remained physically as good as ever, I really started craving an emotional connection, since within the next year I was going to dump her because that was the best time to do so under the prenup. Until a week before Simon's trip with Bernice I had never met his wife Cilla (a nickname for "Priscilla"). I finally did at a charity event she and Simon hosted that Bernice and I attended. I'm quite sure -- based upon his reaction when he saw us -- that Simon didn't know ahead of time that we were attending. While I normally would have had great fun trying to see how Bernice and Simon dealt with each other in public considering their pending fuck fest instead I found myself drawn to Cilla. There is no doubt that Cilla iss not as good looking as Bernice -- almost no woman is. However compared to the average woman she is beautiful. She has short brunette hair, dancing brown eyes, the kindest looking face you could imagine, and a shapely body including an ass, hips, and thighs that rival Bernice's. She has small breasts but except for tit fucking I was sure that they were entirely acceptable. What intrigued me most about her, however, were her smile and the respectful and friendly way that she treated everyone. I determined that she was about three years older than I was. She had no children. What is the Definition of a Whore? I concluded that day that I was going to make every effort to not just fuck, but establish an emotional relationship with, Cilla. As a start I volunteered to do some computer work for the charity she hosted the event for, one that she was the volunteer chairman of. While Bernice and Simon were gone I weaseled an excuse to see Cilla every single day, and one day got her to go to dinner with me and several other volunteers, who "just happened" to have to leave early, leaving Cilla and I alone together. The restaurant had a dance floor and DJ, and when dinner was over I coaxed Cilla into dancing with me. "Something I love and Simon never wants to do," was her comment when she agreed. We closed the place down. The last two dances were slow ones. After them I was confident that Cilla had feelings for me, though probably not nearly as intense as the almost off-the-charts feelings I had for her. Over the next several months I put on what had to be one of the most subtle yet intense rushes any married man had ever put on a married woman in our state. I joined the same health club she worked out at, continued to work with her on her charitable endeavors, sponsored her for membership in the country club I belonged to, joined her bridge club, and often "just happened" to run into her. I also cultivated the friendship of Cilla's sister, June, who I knew from Cilla despised Simon. From June I found out all of the weak points in the relationship between Simon and Cilla and exploited them; I became the anti-Simon in every way. Everything Simon did that Cilla didn't like I did just the opposite. When the time was ripe I did my best to close the deal. I had heard from June that Cilla and Simon were having bigger problems than normal, and I know from my recording of fuck sessions and lies that Bernice was telling me (along with payments that Simon was making) that she and Simon were fucking more than once a week, not just Monday at our house. One day when I knew from June that things had been particularly rocky the night before, I arranged to leave the health club at the same time that Cilla did. "Hey, Cilla, what's wrong. You look sad," I said, grabbing one of her hands. "I don't want to bother you with my problems." "Hey, we're friends, aren't we?" I said, playing a small "guilt" game. "You can trust me to be discrete." "I know that I can," she replied with a weak smile. "Then let's go pick up a picnic lunch and go out to the country -- it's a beautiful day." "OK," she responded, her smile getting stronger. We had fun picking out what we wanted at the local gourmet grocery store, got a blanket out of her car, got in mine and drove to a beautiful large park. I kept the conversation light until we finished an excellent meal, and told Cilla enough slightly off-color jokes to get her laughing. After the last sip of wine was consumed I squeezed her hand and said, "OK, Cilla, open up." Her demeanor changed, but she did open up including saying that she thought that Simon was cheating on her, how she hated how materialistic he had become, and how she was concerned that he was putting money above ethics. I knew what she meant by the last statement since the scuttlebutt, which Simon was apparently not yet aware of, was that he was being investigated for mortgage fraud, among other things. When Cilla then shed a few tears I wiped them away with a finger and gently turned her chin so that she had to look at me. "Let me tell you something, Cilla. My wife is as bad as your husband. I'm not sure that I ever loved her, just the sex. In any event I'm divorcing her this year; and I've fallen in love with you." She gawked at me with a shocked look on her face. She was attempting to mouth words without much success. "Are you surprised that I'm in love with you or that I'd just come right out and say it?" "That you'd say it. I clearly sensed that you were in love with me, and I think that you sensed that I'm in love with you too." I got the biggest smile of my life squeezed her hand tighter then said "Then what do we do about it?" I already knew what to do, having learned from June that Cilla was "very fond" of me and planned matters carefully. When Cilla didn't answer, but just kind of looked down at the ground, I continued. "What if I can get Simon to ask you for a divorce? Will you hook up with me?" Cilla smiled broadly, crawled over to me and pushed me down on the ground. Then she lay on top of me and French-kissed me while rubbing her tits into my chest. Of course I kissed back and rubbed the sides of her tits for thirty seconds or so at which time she pushed herself off of me. "There is nothing I want to do more for myself in life than fuck you, Apollo. However, until Simon asks for a divorce -- and I accept, which of course I will -- this is far as we're going." How different than Bernice, I thought to myself, gave her another passionate kiss, then lifted her off me. We collected our stuff, walked to the car hand-in-hand, and when I opened the door for her I stopped her and said "I do love you and we are getting together." "I hope that you're right," she said with a sly grin. I didn't let any grass grow under my feet; I implemented my plan immediately. I went to the makeup artist the next day and got done-up again in my balding fat-boy outfit and visited Simon at his workplace. When his receptionist told him I was there about Mrs. Chalmers he ushered me right into his office. "Mr. Sullinger, today is your lucky day. My employer has some information and a proposition for you that you are certain to find agreeable." "I'm listening," Simon said, leaning over his desk. "My employer knows how much you enjoy fucking Mrs. Chalmers. However he is of the opinion that Mr. Chalmers is fed up with her and would divorce her if there were someone to take her off his hands. If you are willing to divorce your wife and hook up with Mrs. Chalmers my client will release you from all obligations and believes that he can convince your wife to take only her possessions and one half the liquid assets in settlement leaving your business and house untouched." "What, that's bullshit!" Simon barked. "Why don't you take a trip with Mrs. Chalmers -- no payment necessary, as many free fucks as you want -- and when you get back let me have your answer." With that I walked out. That night I got home early and immediately dragged Bernice to bed and fucked her pussy to oblivion. While she was lying on her stomach still recovering from a monster orgasm I tied her arms to the headboard before she realized it. I took a little blue pill, ignored her pleas to release her, and in about an hour once I got hard again lubed up her pucker hole and my cock and fucked her asshole to oblivion. After another blue pill and an hour delay I tit fucked her, leaving that for last since I wasn't likely to ever get another tit fuck in my life since I would be true to Cilla and she didn't have the equipment for it. Finally I untied Bernice and sat her up. "Bernice, my dear, the time has come for us to part ways," I said with a half-smile. "What? You just fucked me three times!" "I know, maybe our last fucks together, and fantastic fucks they were. However, I'm really tired of your constant cheating..." "What do you mean, I've never cheated on you," she vehemently protested while I was still in the middle of my sentence. "Please don't make me pull out the DVDs; I get sick every time I see Simon Sullinger fucking your tits or pussy. Now don't say another fucking thing until I finish." She got a startled, then resigned, look on her face, and merely mumbled "OK," obviously not sure how much I knew. "Since our prenup morals clause kicked in this year, and since significant long term payments don't kick in until next year, that doesn't leave you with much when I divorce you before the end of the year. $50,000 is all, I believe. However since you've been a great fuck, even though a nightmare wife, I have an out for you." Her eyes grew big. "I believe that for whatever reason, probably because you're both shallow and self-centered people, you could get Simon to marry you if he didn't have the problem of already being married. Therefore if you go on another trip with Simon be sure to fuck him like you've never fucked before and convince him to leave his wife; it shouldn't be hard for a big-tit, tight pussy, slut like you to do." Bernice remained silent, although she was obviously rolling this around in her head. "I've made up the guest bedroom for you," I said before getting a verbal reply from her, "and when you get back from your trip all of your stuff will be in a storage facility. If you object then I'll send Simon the videos of you fucking George, Tom, Doug, Joe and Simpson, and even he may not want you when he finds that out." Bernice's silence was golden. I locked Bernice in the guest bedroom. The next morning I told her what hotel I had reserved a room for her at, and told her to call Simon. "Be sure to get a full spa treatment at the hotel so that you're in perfect shape to fuck Simon's brains out when you go on your little trip with him," I snickered That same day I had all of the locks to the house changed to be sure that Bernice couldn't get back in. Only two days later Bernice called me to tell me that she and Simon were going on a cruise. I demanded that she tell me which one. One of my employees was married to a private investigator and I had already arranged for me to pay for her and her husband to go on the cruise with Bernice and Simon to video as much action as they could in case Cilla needed it. Once Bernice and Simon were on the ship I called Cilla. "Hey, Cilla, I guess you're alone for five days, huh?" "How did you know that, Apollo?" "Well, let me ask you, where did Simon say he was going?" "On a business trip to Texas to look at some property there." "Not on a cruise to the Caribbean with my wife?" "What?" "Let's have dinner." That night at dinner I explained to Cilla about Bernice's relationship with Simon and how I would have on video a log of the trip if she needed it. I told her not to ask Simon about it until he asked for a divorce, and then she could extract as much information as she desired. "Listen, Cilla, I'm begging you to be accommodating when Simon asks for a divorce. To facilitate the divorce just ask for half of his cash and non-real estate investments, along with any property in the house you want, and your car. You need to get a divorce before his 'ethics problems,' as you referred to them, become public. Since I only have to pay Bernice $50,000 to divorce her I have plenty of money. We won't need any of Simon's money, and we won't have a prenup." "You're actually, unequivocally asking me to marry you?" Cilla queried, smiling. With that I withdrew a marquee cut diamond, surrounded by rubies, ring from my pocket and slipped it on the ring finger on her right hand. "If you say 'yes' keep this until the divorce, then I'll ask you properly and slip it on your left hand." She smiled broadly, wiped away a tear forming in one eye, put the ring on her right hand ring finger, then said "yes!" Pursuant to Cilla's wishes when I brought her back home that night we only kissed -- though the passion in the kiss was more extreme than any other kiss I had ever had in my life. Cilla and I had dinner together every night until Simon and Bernice returned. I got daily updates from my employee's P. I. husband and had become completely confident that my master fucker wife had convinced Simon what he should do. To be sure when Bernice got back I went to see her at her hotel. I got right to the point. "So, Bernice, what's the story? Did you fuck him into submission?" "He told me that he was going to ask Cilla for a divorce tomorrow." "Wow! I knew that you were good, Bernice, actually not 'good' but 'awesome.'" I guess I should have been more careful in my choice of words because the slut interpreted that as a sexual suggestion. She walked up to me with a seductive look, put her hand on my chest and said "How about another fuck for old times' sake?" "No, Bernice, sorry." "You know that I'm your best fuck ever," she continued moving her hand toward my crotch. As I deflected her hand away from my embarrassingly half-hard cock I replied "Yes, physically, that is absolutely true. However I'm in love with someone else and she wouldn't want me to fuck you, as satisfying as that would be!" "You're no fun," she pouted. "As soon as Simon calls you and tells you that his wife has agreed to the divorce call me and I'll have our divorce papers sent over to you along with a check for $50,000 and the keys to the storage facility that has your stuff in it, and for which I prepaid the first four month's rent. If everything goes smoothly I'll also send you the DVDs of your trysts with your fuck buddies, and Simon will never see them." As Bernice tried to kiss me I held her off and said "Bernice, you are likely the best fuck in the world but you've been a nightmare as a wife. Good luck," and with that I left. As soon as I got to my car I called Cilla on my cell phone. "Cilla, I know that Simon will ask you for a divorce tomorrow." "It may even be tonight," she excitedly replied, "he made arrangements to have my favorite dinner catered to our house at 7:30." "Great. Remember what we talked about. Tell him you're sure that he'll be happy with Bernice after fucking her on the cruise, that he needs to get the divorce done as fast as humanly possible or you'll take him to the cleaners, and that if he does get it done quickly you'll just take half of his liquid assets and everything you want from the house." "Got it," she laughed. Then she got mushy. "I love you Apollo. If all goes well I'll be paying you a visit tomorrow night." My dick got rock hard as I replied "I love you, Cilla, and I can't wait." Cilla never answered my phone calls the next day but did send me a text "C U, ur house, 7; love, Cilla." I was nervous and edgy the entire day at work. I got home about 6 p. m. to make sure that everything was clean and tidy. The doorbell rang at 6:57. When I excitedly opened the front door there stood Cilla looking radiant with light eye shadow intensifying the allure of her dancing eyes, and her characteristic brilliant smile. I was a little surprised to see her wearing a raincoat, however, since it was warm and sunny. As Cilla marched into my house she spurned my attempt to give her a quick kiss, giggling as she gently pushed me away. Perplexed I closed the door then turned to face her. Off came her raincoat; there she stood wearing only the engagement ring that I gave her on her right hand and her high heels. "Fuck me, then make love to me, then ask me to marry you -- starting now," she said as she approached me and pressed her body against mine. I carried her up the stairs nibbling on her neck as I did so, tossed her on my bed, ripped my clothes off, and dove into her shaved pussy. After just two licks she maneuvered me into a sixty nine and sucked my cock with as much enthusiasm as I fingered her pussy and licked her clit. As our orgasms were both on the edge she pulled out from under me, rolled me over onto my back, and impaled herself on my upright cock. Cilla thumped me furiously, like she was on a bungee cord, as I did my best to buck upwardly when she was bouncing downwardly. It didn't take long. Several months of pent up emotion in my case, maybe the same for her, was unleashed as we simultaneously climaxed, lightning bolts of ecstasy energizing every nerve ending in our bodies. It was a completely overwhelming fuck. Physically it was as good as half of the fucks with Bernice, and much more satisfying emotionally. When we regained cognizance several minutes later Cilla started giggling. "What's so funny, Cilla?" "That was the horniest I ever was in my life. I was a sex crazed manic. The only saving grace is that you were too." "Is this how it's going to be like with you," I chuckled, "do my best to service you and then get laughed at?" "Maybe -- except for the times that you make love to me," she chuckled back just before passionately kissing me. Once she let me breathe again, still naked we got up, went to the kitchen, ate some snack food and strawberries and drank some wine, as Cilla told me about her interface with Simon the night before. With obvious pride and glee Cilla told about how she put Simon through the wringer when he asked for a divorce before laying out the terms to him, and watching his shocked expression when she only asked for half of all liquid assets, a car, and anything she wanted from the house. She concluded with "I made sure to let him know that if he bamboozled me that the settlement was null and void and that I would go after his cheating ass for everything." I showed Cilla my divorce papers, which would be delivered to Bernice the next day and my prenup with Bernice. Our "business discussion" concluded Cilla grabbed my hand, placed it against her cheek, and said "You know what to do now." I again carried her upstairs as she chewed on my ear, and then gently laid her back on the mattress. We lovingly kissed and caressed each other's genitals until I carefully mounted her, in one gentle stroke penetrated her, then smoothly rocked back and forth. We stared into each other's eyes as she softly moved her hips in a circle as I reciprocated in her. We smashed our lips together as we climaxed in sync. In contrast to the tsunami that had spiked when we fucked I now felt a warm steady ocean current washing over me. I was as serene as I ever had been in my life. When I finally rolled off Cilla we smiled at each other, I removed the engagement ring from her right hand, held it over the ring finger on her left hand and said "Cilla I love you completely and unreservedly. Will you marry me?" She answered by moving her finger through the ring, smiling, and replying "Yes, and this time it's forever." I sent Bernice the divorce papers the next day. I also sent a package with the incriminating DVDs to each of her fuck buddies along with a letter telling them that payment for the privilege of fucking Bernice was no longer necessary and wishing them well for the future. Within two more days I had also cashed out my Cayman account. Cilla moved in with me and Bernice moved in with Simon within a week after I made love to Cilla. With all attorneys involved pulling as many strings as they could both divorces were final within forty five days, and Cilla and I got married in a civil ceremony ten days later. I calculated how much money I had made off of Bernice. The total proceeds were $259,484 (counting interest from the Caymans account). Even after paying taxes when I took advantage of an IRS amnesty opportunity, the $50,000 pre-nuptial settlement upon our divorce, and the money she spent on personal items that she retained, I still netted about $40,000 in our three year marriage by "pimping her out." $40,000 was not full payment for the grief that she caused me but some consolation nevertheless. Also, considering the numerous completely physically satisfying fantastic fucks that I had with Bernice, and considering that her infidelity led me to find the love of my in Cilla, I actually had no regrets about my marriage to Bernice. I married Cilla five years ago. We now have a three year old daughter and she is eight months pregnant with our son. While no marriage is perfect ours is as close to it as possible. Simon is now serving the last two years of his five year sentence for fraud, he lost most of his money when the real estate market crashed, and Bernice is living in an apartment. Although still married to Simon I'm sure she won't be for long, and as far as I can tell Bernice is still fucking around like crazy. I know that she occasionally calls me to see if I'm up for some fun which, with elation, I decline. What is the Definition of a Whore? At the beginning of this tale I asked the definition of a whore, wondering if -- considering that she got no direct payments herself, or even knew that payments were being made for her sexcapades -- Bernice is a whore. As I finish this story just before tucking my little girl into bed and then going to give my pregnant wife a back rub and to make love to her, I've decided that I don't really give a flying fuck if Bernice is a whore or not, so forget that I ever asked!