58 comments/ 15962 views/ 8 favorites The 64th Man By: stev2244 Warning - I like reconciliation stories. If you´re looking for burning bitches, willing cuckolds, consensual swinging, wife-sharing or detailed sex scenes, you´re wasting your time with this story. Like with my other stories. Thanks to SexyGeek for editing help. Any errors still present are probably mine because I´ve fumbled around with it afterwards. * Bill, January 13th, Wednesday, 7:45 a.m. "Bill, we need to talk." There they are. Those famous words, dreaded by each male of our species. Sighing, I sit down and brace myself for the worst. "Okay, honey. What´s up?" "Bill, please don´t be mad, but I´ve kind of... well... to be honest...I´ve quit my job at the bank. You know - it´s boring, I hate it. And I dread the thought of doing it for the rest of my life," my fiancée Kathy says. I´m thoroughly surprised, but also relieved that today´s issue is not one of my perceived character flaws or something I´ve done wrong. Surprisingly, she seems to be quite nervous. "I know you don´t like the job. But to quit that suddenly? Do you have something else instead?" She´s usually rather cautious and slow when it comes to big decisions. I suspect that she has planned this for quite some time without telling me. That in itself is quite disappointing. I´ve always assumed that we share such thoughts. But what´s really unsettling is the question why she´s kept this a secret at all? That implies that I won´t like some aspect of this whole thing. That I wouldn´t have agreed to something if being asked in advance. "Well, honey, yes. I´ve found something else indeed. I´ve already signed a new contract. It´s a job I have dreamt about for a long time." She looks at me strangely. Okay, that sounds good. But the uneasy feeling in the back of my mind remains. Why does she keep looking at me this way? What´s going on here? "Great. Congrats. At another bank?" "Ah, Bill, honey. This... actually... no, it´s not about banking at all. No, honey, it´s a completely different sector. Bill, you might actually think that this is... well, how shall I put it? Kinky. That´s the word. It´s a little kinky, to be honest." I have to laugh. Kinky? My Kathy? Hardly ever doing blow-jobs, never anal. And then a kinky job? "Wow, are you a stripper now?" I ask jokingly. "No, a prostitute." "Yeah, sure." I laugh again. That girl... She has such a great sense of humor. "Seriously." "WHAT? What the fuck?" "Bill, ever since I was a teenager I have had this dream. This urge. I want to offer myself as a whore. I have fantasies about this all the time. I just have to try it once. I need to do it, see what it´s like." "You dream of being what? A WHORE? You can´t be serious?" "Yes, a whore. At a club." She watches my reaction closely but still seems to be determined. "What? A club? A whorehouse?" A chill runs down my spine. This can´t be true, can it? "Basically, yes. They call it a club, for whatever reason. Of course there are no memberships, men can just go there whenever they want." "You can´t be serious!" I feel that I´m beginning to get seriously mad now. Hell, I love her but this will be the end. If it´s true. And if I can´t prevent it. "Bill, honey, please don´t be upset, it´s just a job. It has nothing to do with love. It will not affect us." "Oh, it already has. For me this will be cheating. You have just announced that you will cheat on me." "No, honey, it´s just a service I provide. Just a job. No feelings involved. You will still be the only man I ever love. And after these six months I will marry you. I just need this time to fulfill my dream. Only for a limited time. Then I will be yours alone." "Six months?" "Yes, I have signed a six month contract. I will work five days a week. This way I will have my own room there. This is a big privilege. Monday and Tuesday will be my days off, then I will be yours only." "So you plan to live there permanently? And to visit me on Mondays and Tuesdays only?" At this point Kathy is already history for me. But the pain has not yet set in. And the reality that my relationship with Kathy will come to an end. The sad fact that I´ll be a single again, that I´ve lost her. My anger is still dominant. And for some reason I need to know the details of her crazy plan. Maybe I have a masochistic streak. "Yes, basically." "But I work on Mondays and Tuesdays. So I see you on two evenings per week?" Why do I even ask for such details? "Well. Friday, Saturday and Sunday are the busiest days in the club. All of the girls have to work on these days. So, yes, we will see each other not that much for six months. But I will make it up to you." "But why? How much money do you get?" "This is a flatrate club. The clients just pay the entrance fee and can do what they want inside without additional cost. Even some of the drinks are included. This is great for me as I get a fixed wage per month. I don´t have to be worried about how many customers I service." "How much?" "2.000 per month." "What? I make more than 10.000. We don´t need this." "I know. I´m not doing this for the money. This is some kind of dream for me. I´ve had it for a long time. Since I´ve been a teenager, actually. I once wanted to be a whore. And my only chance to do it is now, before we marry." "I don´t think I will marry you after this. Really, this is just... this is completely ridiculous. You can´t expect me... to marry you after this. Sorry, I´m... I´m at a loss for words actually." "Ah, Bill. Please understand me and try not to overreact. You love me and will certainly excuse this little diversion. This is really not such a big deal." "Have you already done it?" Why am I even asking? Why should I care? We are already finished. "Bill... well... Yes. Yes, I´ve done a free four hour trial shift." At least she had the decency to look a little unsure now. "Jake, the owner, wanted to get an impression first. Before he blocks one of the rooms for me, you know. I think he was quite impressed." She actually giggles a little. Is she proud? Or just nervous? I have no idea. Who is this woman, anyway? "So you have fucked some johns already?" "Yes, but only four men. And Jake, of course. He wanted a test drive. Which is quite legitimate, I think." "Okay, that´s it then." We sit there in silence for quite some time. She waits patiently, like she´s waiting for a child to finally understand something quite simple. I´m just trying to come to grips with what I´ve heard. I´m crushed. But I need to know more details somehow. "So you´ve fucked five men. Did you at least use rubbers?" "Of course, Bill. This is highly professional. Vaginal and anal intercourse require condoms." She looks at me like I´m completely clueless about her new profession. Which is quite true. "Anal? You always refused that with me." My tone is quite neutral now. I´m a little surprised about this, given the situation. "Ah, Bill. You see... I´ve explained that this whole thing has nothing to do with us. With our love. Well... yes... I have to do it there. I had to try it with Jake and I don´t like it. But it´s part of the job. Something I dislike shouldn´t be a part of our love-making. So honey, please understand, I will still refuse it in the future." "So he took your anal cherry?" "Yes. If you want to phrase it like this. Yesterday." "And I won´t get any?" "Bill, this sounds so harsh. It´s different with you. You and me are about love. Not about things like anal sex." "Unless I go to your club?" "Oh... Yes, I guess so. But please, Bill, don´t do that. Our loving intimacy should not be mingled with the mundane sexual service provided in the club. These are completely separated things. And they should remain separated." "What about kissing?" "Um, yes, that´s included. Most of the customers seem to want french kissing." "Isn´t that disgusting? There are probably old, stinking farts among them." "Yes, it will probably be quite a challenge sometimes. But on my test shift I did it well." "And oral?" "Of course, Bill. Don´t be ridiculous." "With rubber?" "No, for oral and swallowing a condom is optional. The customer chooses." "You swallow? Great. Another no-go for me." "Honey... sorry... yes. You see, it really should stay this way. For the same reason. This is degrading and should play no role during our love-making." She has already thought everything through, including my role. Disgusting. "Just fucking great. So you´re going to fuck about eight men per day?" "Bill, I don´t know for sure. But it seems to be a realistic number." "So in six months you will fuck about one thousand men." "Honey, I´ve never calculated. But if you say so - you´re the engineer." "Kathy, after a thousand men, sex will have lost all of it´s magic. It will be just work. Just a chore. You won´t be the same afterwards." "Bill, you´re taking this wrong. You don´t have to worry about such things. I will be the same for you, just a little more experienced. I will always be yours alone." "Yes, you will be able to fake interest perfectly. And fake orgasms, I´m sure. You will be thinking of the shopping list while we have sex. And I won´t notice a thing. You´ll be a perfect professional." "Bill. Don´t be silly. As I´ve said, I´m yours alone. This is just an impersonal service I provide. You´re still the only one who gets my love. This job has nothing to do with making love, there are no feelings involved. Someone will stick his rubber-clad dick into me and I wait until he´s finished. This is totally separated from the magical love-making we do." She´s really empathic while she´s explaining all of this to me. She seems to believe her own shit. She might live in her own parallel universe, after all. Why have I never noticed this? "And you will have fucked 40 men each week when you come to see me. I will be number 41. I will be just one of many. Do you think I will even want to touch you? Some will be lousy lovers, some great. Some will have a small cock, some a big one. Some will have stamina, some won´t. I will be just another guy. And I will always be compared to them in your mind. Do you really think this thought appeals to me while you expect me to make love to you?" "Bill... please... You´re getting this completely wrong... Please understand. You will be my one and only. I love only you." "And what do you think? How much will you look forward to having sex with me? After fucking an endless stream of guys at work?" "Don´t even think about that. Of course I will look forward to it. Like I said, because I love you. Only you. More than anything else. You have to believe me." She´s almost pleading now. "I doubt it." My tone is as cold as I want it to be. "That I will look forward to it?" "Yes. And that you love me, too. Even if you do love me now, it will peter out. We will have no intimacy any more. And we will hardly see each other. And I will hate you for what you do to me. To our relationship. The love will go away." "Oh, Bill. You´re not serious about this, are you? Honey, this is ridiculous. Nothing will change between us." "Do you love me enough to drop this crazy plan?" "Bill, please understand, it´s not possible. The contract is already signed. I will have to do it." "I will just be the guy you see on Mondays and Tuesdays. Just another guy. This won´t work. Anyway, I will not accept it." "Honey, I´m afraid... well... There is nothing really to decide any more. The contract is signed. You don´t mess with these guys. I can´t say no any more." "And you think they will let you go after six months?" "Yes. I´m convinced that they will. Jake might be a pimp, but he seems absolutely honest." "Well, then. Good luck. If you do it, don´t come back here." "Ah, Bill. You don´t mean that. You love me. I love you. That´s what counts. This is just some fantasy I need to fulfill once. And only once, keep that in mind. Afterwards I will be yours alone until the end of our days." "Kathy. I would probably leave you for what you have already done. You have fucked five guys while we´re engaged. You´ve made me a cuckold. And I would even more likely leave you for what you´ve dumped on me today. Just planning that and telling me is more than cruel. I have no idea how you could ever make that up to me. But I will leave you for certain if you start this job." "Bill... Don´t even say such things. You have to believe me. I will make it up to you. On Mondays and Tuesdays. And after these six months. For the rest of our lives." "And how do you plan to do that? You have already decided to deny me anal sex and swallowing. Something you do for everybody else who´s willing to pay a few bucks." "So this is what making love is about for you? This is what it takes to make it up?" "No. It can´t be done. I was just asking out of curiosity." "Bill, I love you. But sometimes you can be such a fool. Honey, don´t be mad, but I have to pack my stuff now. It´s Wednesday morning. I have to move in there, my shift starts at noon. I will be back on Monday morning. We will talk about it then. I´m sure you will understand things better then." "Good luck. Have a nice life." She just laughs nervously and packs some clothes. I desperately have to leave now. I need to get away from this madness. I decide to have some breakfast somewhere. I don´t want to see her leave, it would break my heart. Shit. Why did I have to fall in love with such an idiot? Kathy, January 13th, Wednesday, 7:45 a.m. Damn, why does he take this so serious? That didn´t go well. He really has me worried a bit. He won´t leave me, will he? I can´t live without him. But some of his points seemed valid, I have to admit that. Why doesn´t he realize that this is just a dream that I have to pursue once in my life? Why does he have to be that jealous? He really has no reason to be. Well, if all goes wrong, I will have to win him back after the six-month period. If he will be still available then. Oh, my god, I haven´t even considered that. Bill is a catch. Good looking, fun, charming, makes good money, faithful, great lover. But don´t worry, Kathy. He loves you. I try to relax and begin to pack my sexiest clothes for my first five-day shift as a whore. Oh, my god. This sounds so exciting. I have butterflies in my tummy. After I´ve packed my stuff, Bill has already left. Without another goodbye? Well, he probably just had to leave for work. Maybe he´s sulking a little. Bill, January 13th, Wednesday, 5:45 p.m. I come home from work. Her sexier clothes are missing. She really is gone. She has done it. This still seems unreal, like a nightmare. Yesterday my life was perfect. I lived with the beautiful woman I loved and wanted to marry. But on the other hand, yesterday she had already cheated. A coldly planned cheating. She wasn´t mine anymore. Even if I hadn´t known it at the time. The practical problems are easy to solve. And I have plenty of time until she returns. We have no joint accounts yet and she has her own credit cards. We´re not yet married - luckily. I´ve dodged a bullet there. The house is mine anyway. But how do I handle the emotional fallout? My anger is gone now, only sadness remains. Alcohol? Might help for a while... But first, I will keep myself busy with packing her stuff and putting it into the garage. That´s good. Manual labor, perfect to distract me now. I take a look at the garage and I realize that I will have to give her access to it once her stuff is in there. So my tools and other stuff have to be removed first. Great, more manual labor. That suits me just fine. After the garage is empty and her stuff is packed into cardboard boxes, I´m hungry and tired. I decide to eat something and take a sleeping pill. I think this afternoon went well, considering the circumstances. I had not much time to mope around. Kathy, January 13th, Wednesday, 12:10 p.m. I´m nervous as a teenager before her prom date. My first real customer will soon arrive. I´m standing at the bar, trying to look pretty and seductive. Tony has just opened the front door. He said that usually one or two johns are already waiting. To get the girls while they are still fresh, he said. Finally. I´m going to be a whore. Wow, that sounds so nasty, so exciting, so dirty. A guy in his mid-sixties enters the bar. Well, he´s certainly not Brad Pitt. He looks like an accountant or something. Lanky, with a pot belly, no posture at all. He´s got a ridiculous comb-over. His greasy hairs cling to his skull. He looks around to appraise the available merchandise. Me and the other whores. Wow, I feel like a piece of meat. This is so exciting, like I´ve hoped it would be. Okay, I had hoped for a better looking man. But I´m a whore, I can´t be picky, right? He scans the girls and spots me. I´m new and fresh. Tony had predicted that the regulars will pounce me like starved hyenas. And he´s certainly pleased to see me. He grins and reveals yellow, repulsive teeth. "Hi, I´m Kathy." I smile while I extend my hand. He ignores it and immediately grabs my ass. Well okay, why not? That´s what I´m here for, right? "Shut up, whore. I´m not here for conversation." I just nod while he starts to tongue kiss me. He seems to be a heavy smoker and tastes like an ash tray. While he kisses me, he fondles my ass and tits. I can´t help but stare at the hairs sprouting out of his ear. And his ridiculously pale and leathery skin. I moan a little to feign excitement and kiss him back as much as I can. And I try hard not to puke while I do it. Finally, after what seems an eternity, he breaks the kiss. "Not bad. The fresh whores are always the best. Eager to please." "Thank you, kind sir." I smile and try to look grateful. "Okay, what do you want now?" I know what he expects to hear. "Would you please do me the honor of fucking this whore senseless? In all three holes please? I need to be properly broken in." It is far from what I feel, but I try to be a professional entertainer for this customer. "Okay, if you insist." He laughs evilly. In my small and shabby room, I have to strip for him as seductively as possible under these circumstances before I undress him. I try to look lovingly while doing it. I still try to show the best acting skills possible but I begin to doubt that the effort is even necessary. "You´re a good piece of meat. Probably the prettiest I´ve ever seen in here. It will be fun to use you and break you." "Thank you." I manage to smile sweetly, although I´m absolutely disgusted by him. "Now suck my cock. Without a rubber. It´s not too clean, you know." "Don´t bother, I´ll clean it with my tongue. That´s what we whores are here for." And I clean it with my mouth. It´s gross. It stinks of urine. It´s even greasy. Does this guy ever take a shower? My main challenge in this job seems to be to avoid puking all over my customers. It´s hard work to get him hard. But once I´ve realized that he gets off on me demeaning myself as whore, slut etc., it´s easier. "Uh, such a nice hard cock." He´s barely four inches. "Would you please fuck me with it?" "Yes, but without a rubber." "I´m sorry, honey. That´s not possible." "Was worth a try, wasn´t it?" He grins. And he fucks me in my pussy and my ass. I even have to clean his condom-wrapped cock with my mouth after he came in my ass. He slaps me lightly on my cheek as he leaves without another word. Puh, that wasn´t exciting at all. That was just hard work. Not physically, but mentally. And I have the overwhelming desire to brush my teeth and to take a shower. To scrub my skin raw. But Tony has said that I have only fifteen minutes until I have to be available again. So I better hurry. The second customer is extremely fat. I just hope he doesn´t want to take me missionary. He´s in his mid fifties. Like the first one, he gets off on berating me. And he also wants me to suck him without a condom. After he fucks me rough and inconsiderate from behind, he just tosses me away, berating me further while he leaves. The 64th Man Well, that was no fun at all. It wasn´t even exciting or erotic, it was just hard work. You could even debate if it was sex at all. He just used me to masturbate. Well, I had expected that no love would be involved. And it´s even better this way, because otherwise it would be cheating on Bill. But I hadn´t expected it to be that gross. Kathy, January 14th, Thursday, 1:30 a.m. My first day is finished. Wow, that was less fun than expected. It was tiring and it was mostly disgusting. I had somehow expected to get a row of nice guys with an occasional weirdo in between. The guys at my test shift had been quite nice. All clean, reasonably good looking. Enjoyable. And Jake is built like a brick shithouse anyway. The reality has been ten guys, not one of them in the least attractive. Some of them even stinking and unwashed. Kissing and blow-jobs were hard. Some had difficulties having an erection. I suspect that the test shift had been a set up, to lure me into the contract. But it doesn´t matter, I regard this as a challenge. I will be able to do it. I have successfully managed to give these guys a good time. But I´m so tired now. And I´m still a little worried about Bill. Bill, January 14th, Thursday, 6:00 p.m. I fill this afternoon by purchasing new locks, installing them and moving the boxes with Kathy´s stuff into the garage. Unfortunately I´m finished way too early to go to bed. I don´t want to concentrate on my sadness, so I have to occupy myself with something. I try to watch a movie but it doesn´t really work. My thoughts return to Kathy all the time. I try to be resolute and angry but unfortunately I´m mainly sad. Kathy, January 15th, Friday, 2:00 a.m. Horror. This is not what I have expected. Thirteen men have used me. Two or three were clean and acceptable looking, the rest was plain ugly. They have kissed me, groped me and used all of my holes. And Jake has used me again. I couldn´t enjoy that either, even though he´s the most acceptable of today´s men by far. He said that he wanted to get his share before I get the whore´s look. I asked what he meant. He said that after a while the eyes of a whore change. And their view of sex changes. It´s just work for them after a while. He called them empty shells. This has really shocked me. Bill had predicted about the same thing. I had asked Jake how long it will take. He said that you never know, some can endure it longer or don´t change at all. Some get cold after a few weeks. What have I done? How can I stop it? Bill, January 15th, Friday, 5:00 p.m. Weekend, finally. I´ve booked a nice rafting tour. This will clear my mind. I jump into my car and get on the road. Great, so far I have avoided the really bad feelings about Kathy. Kathy, January 15th, Saturday, 2:30 a.m. Oh my god. My first Friday shift is over. Fifteen men, continuous sex, almost without pause. I´ve swallowed a lot, my ass burns. This is hell, it´s absolutely not erotic. I´m starting to dislike sex by now. I´ve talked to some of the other whores and it turns out that most of them hate sex. And that they are here because they have no other choice. They say tomorrow will be the worst day of the week. I´ve tried to explain why I´m here and what my situation beforehand was. They think I´m plainly nuts. Maybe they are right. I have even shown them a photo of Bill on my mobile phone. They started get really excited. They wanted to know where he lives. Such a hunk, they said. And I left him for this hell? They couldn´t believe it. As I said that I haven´t left him they just laughed. They said with what I´ve done, I´ve lost him for sure. I´m even more worried now. I have to get out of here. But it´s quite impossible to escape before the end of my five-day shift. Kathy, January 15th, Monday, 9:00 a.m. Finally. I´ve survived this horrible week. I feel like shit, I don´t want to continue this. I can´t continue this. I´ll get physically or mentally sick if I do. Jake has warned me to come back to fulfill my contract. To enforce this he hasn´t given me any money yet. But I don´t care about the money. My dream is shattered, whoring is absolutely not what I´ve expected. I just hope my other, more important dream is still alive. My relationship with Bill. I decide not to return to the brothel in any case. Right now Jake doesn´t know my real name and where I live. I´m a little paranoid and make sure no one follows me on the way to my car and on my way home. I inwardly jump for joy a little when I see my home. I´ve really been crazy to leave it. This world is so nice, so clean, so full of love. I look forward to see Bill. He seems like a dream by now. Oh god, I need a hot bath. To wash all these creeps off me. I feel soiled. I put my key into the lock and - damn, it does not work. I try again and a chill is running down my spine. Bill... oh Bill. Don´t do this. Please. I call his cell. Why haven´t I done this before? "Yeah, Kathy?" "Oh my god, Bill. I´m sooo glad to hear you. Honey, you can´t imagine... Bill, you were right about everything. This... this was a big mistake. I can´t even tell you..." "Shut up. What the fuck do you want?" What? He has never talked like this to me before. "Bill. I need you. I´m broken. I´m tired. I need somewhere to rest. I need a place to hide when Jake starts to look for me." "Well, good luck then." "Bill, please. I beg you. I need you." "Your stuff is in the garage. The opener is under the red stone." His tone is so horribly curt and neutral. "Oh, Bill..." But he has already hung up. I start to cry now. I´ve lost him. I feel totally devastated. After a while, I compose myself enough to look under the red stone. There is the garage opener. I open the door. The garage is empty, all of Bill´s stuff is gone. Some cardboard boxes are piled in the middle. My stuff probably. I open two of them, pull some clothes out, throw them on the floor to create some kind of bed. I close the garage door, lie down on my clothes and start to cry. Bill, January 15th, Monday, 6:00 p.m. I dread the drive home. I suspect Kathy will be around somewhere. She sounded awful on the phone, really terrible. Being a whore was obviously not what she had expected it to be. I wish I could say that I didn´t care. Or worse, that it suited the bitch right. But it´s not that easy. I know that I won´t stand to see her suffer. Damn. Her car is in her usual spot all right. But I can´t see her. The garage opener is gone. I check the house, it´s empty. We don´t know any of the neighbors very well. Okay, so probably she´s in the garage. I open it with the other opener. And there she is, lying on a pile of clothes in the dark garage. She obviously has slept and is just awakening. She looks awful. She has been crying. A lot. "Bill?" she says meekly. "Yes." "Please, help me," she pleads. She sounds weak and tired. "Shit." "Shit?" "I don´t want your presence." "Oh, Bill... Bill... I will do everything you want. But I need you to survive now. I need you. Please." She crawls towards me and actually kneels at my feet and hugs my leg. Aw, shit. That´s unfair. No man can stand this. "Okay, then. Come on." "Oh, thank you. You won´t be sorry. I won´t burden you." "You already burden me right now. And I´m already sorry. But come on." I lead her into the house. Well, shit. That much for changing the locks. I open the new ones myself only minutes after seeing her. As we enter the house she looks around in wonder. As if seeing such a nice environment for the first time in her life. Then she turns around to hug me. "Oh, no." I back off. "Don´t. You give me the creeps." "Oh... Sorry." She looks like a beaten dog and a few tears start to fall. "You want a hot tub?" "Oh, Bill. You have no idea..." While she´s in the tub, I try to come to grips with the situation. What can I do? I´ve hoped she would be gone from my life by now. I certainly don´t want to touch her. But her presence also still affects me. In a mostly, but not entirely negative way, I have to admit. One thing I know for sure - the idea of touching her body is revolting. So when she finally comes down the stairs, clad in a towel only, I´m not attracted at all. Although her body has lost nothing of it´s beauty. "Bill, I´m sorry to bother you, but I don´t have any clothes in here." What now? Bring her clothes back in? That would be the ultimate defeat after sabotaging my own plan to lock her out. "I don´t need much. And you can throw me out any time." "Okay. I will get you something." Shit. As I carry a cardboard box into the guest room, I can hear her stomach growling. Shit. Am I supposed to fix a dinner? "Thanks, Bill. And I´m going to do it." "Do what?" "Fix a dinner. I owe you that at least." "Okay, but please put something on first." "Okay." Her clothes are quite mismatched and I can´t suppress a laugh. She sees it and laughs too. Shit. Warm feelings again. Shit. I don´t want this. After the quite tasty dinner she excuses herself and goes into the guest room. After several minutes I peek in to check if she´s okay. She´s already sleeping. In her clothes, without a blanket. Reluctantly I undress her, which she barely notices, and cover her up. Kathy, January 15th, Monday, 9:00 p.m. Shit, Bill has really shut me out of his life. This is going to be hard work. And I think my chances of winning him back are rather slim. He let me into his house just out of magnanimity, not out of love, affection or even friendship. I try to get his interest by being clad in a towel only. And I have a good excuse for it as my clothes are still in the garage. I have to get Bill to bring them back into the house. It won´t help if I do it, it has to be his decision. Luckily, he brings one box back in. I choose a funny combination of clothes and get the much desired laugh from him. Afterwards I manage to convince him that I fall asleep in my clothes on the guest bed. I hope he´s too nice to leave me here like this. And he undresses me like I´ve planned it. But disturbingly, he seems to avoid touching my skin. He almost acts like I´m dirty or have a disease. This little plan has backfired for sure. Damn, how do I get him back? Bill, January 16th, Tuesday, 6:30 a.m. I´m not woken by my alarm clock this morning. Kathy wakes me with a peck on the cheek. I open my eyes and see that she is serving breakfast, naked. Damn, she looks good. Coffee, scrambled eggs, toast, everything. "Thanks, Kathy. That´s very nice." "My pleasure. You´d like to have a blow-job with the breakfast?" I suddenly lose my appetite when I think about this. She must have read my face. "Bill, I´m so sorry. Is the idea that disgusting for you?" "Yes, I´m afraid so. After dozens of unwashed cocks in there? Not tempting at all. But I think I can eat my breakfast without throwing up if I don´t think about it." She looks like she has been slapped. "Um, Bill... Ah, I´ve wondered if you would mind if I stayed in your house for a short while? I don´t know where else to stay." "You have a room in the whorehouse, don´t you?" My words almost cause her to cry again. "Bill, I´m afraid I can´t go there. I just can´t, it´s physically impossible. It wasn´t at all as expected. Not a bit. It was a complete nightmare." I sigh. "Okay, then stay for a while. But please don´t get in my way when I date other women. I need to get on with my life." She starts to cry a little but tries to be strong nonetheless. "Sorry, Kathy. Please understand. I need to be honest. I want to find and marry a decent, loving woman." "I understand. Thanks for helping me. I know that I don´t deserve it. Bill, you´re the best. And I´m so very sorry about all of this." She´s still sobbing. I eat my breakfast in silence. She tries not to be too obtrusive with her nudity. Maybe she has realized that her sexual advances will backfire. "Bill, could we please put my car into the garage? I´m afraid Jake knows it and might find me if it´s still in the driveway. He will be searching for me from tomorrow on." "Don´t drag me into your shit. I don´t want to mess with your pimp." "Sorry, neither do I. I know that I have created this mess. I´m really sorry about this situation. I´ve really fucked everything up." "We can´t put it into the garage. Your stuff is in there." "Yes, I know. I will carry the boxes into the guest room if I may. You don´t need to do that." I just grunt a little. I don´t know what to say. I´m glad that I have to leave for work afterwards. She insists on clearing the breakfast dishes. Kathy, January 16th, Tuesday, 8:00 a.m. That didn´t go well. He was obviously repulsed by my naked body. That is bad, real bad. How can I win him back if he doesn´t want my body? Worse, if he finds it disgusting? If I dress like a nun, we will just be roommates for a limited time before he kicks me out. If I show him my body, he´s reminded of what I´ve done. Damn, this whole thing went so horribly wrong. How could I possibly have been that dumb? I´ve taken the man that I love for granted and have lost him to pursue a dream that turned out to be a nightmare. Okay, I have to stop moping around and have to get my stuff out of the garage. The car doesn´t really bother me. I think Jake has never seen it. But it´s a good reason to get my stuff into the house again. A small victory at least. Afterwards I will clean the house and cook dinner. And I will do it perfectly. Bill, January 16th, Tuesday, 6:00 p.m. Her car isn´t in the driveway. So she took my grunt as an approval. That´s okay, I had been rather undecided about it. I doubt the Jake story but I can´t be sure. The house looks clean as a whistle. Everything is in place, it almost looks like a furniture store. I can smell dinner. She´s definitely trying hard but I have expected no less. Nonetheless, I still have no hope for us. Kathy appears, clad in a kind of maid´s outfit. It´s not overly sexy, just a little submissive. It looks hot without reminding me too much of her recent past. "Hi Bill." "Kathy, you look good." "Really?" She smiles, poses and turns around. "Yes. But that means nothing, sorry." "I know. But I´m glad for what I can get. Dinner is ready, Bill." "Oh yes, it smells delicious." And it is delicious. She serves it in that outfit and refuses to eat anything. She even asks me if I want a blow-job under the table and I refuse again. "Kathy, I will start to date other women soon. If you don´t want to be in the house while I do it, I will understand." "Bill, I know that this will happen. I have brought this on myself. I won´t stand in your way. If it´s okay for you, I will stay in the guest room while you have a visitor. I will lock the door and try to make no sound." "Okay." Maybe she regards this as a kind of test or punishment, but it isn´t. I want to have a new woman in my life. I want to fall in love again. I want a woman to have a family with. And I don´t want Kathy to be that woman. Her main goal is to win me back, I have no doubt about that. The sooner I get rid of her, the less painful it will be for both of us. Even letting her back into the house might have been a mistake. I already have a date with Peg on Friday. I have to say that I´m positively surprised about the amount of interest the members of the opposite sex are showing since they know that I´m available again. I also have a date with Sue on Saturday. Both are very pretty women. And I have several other women hinting that they might be interested. Wow, who would´ve guessed? Bill, January 19th, Friday, 5:00 p.m. The week went by quite nicely. Very nicely, actually. Considering the circumstances. I could get used to have a submissive full time maid. Breakfast in bed every day, dinner always ready, a clean house. Blow-job offers twice a day, which I still refuse. She takes the refusal without a lot of fuss and it doesn´t keep her from asking again. She has put her clothes into the wardrobes in the guestroom, as expected. This doesn´t change anything in the long run. If I kick her out, I will do it whether the damn clothes are in the garage or in the guest room. I can leave her this small victory. After dinner I dress up nicely in a good suit. Kathy almost faints when she sees me. "Oh my god. You look good enough to eat." "Thanks, I have a date." "I envy her. She´s going to get the most handsome man in town." "Thank you. Don´t wait for me." "I know. And if you return here with her, she won´t notice me." "Thanks. Have a nice evening." "You too." She tries to be brave but I can see she holds herself together just barely. Kathy, January 19th, Friday, 6:30 p.m. Be strong, Kathy. You knew this would come. Be strong. Smile. Be strong. The door shuts. I collapse into tears. So this is how me leaving for the whorehouse has felt for him. Only a thousand times worse. Because I left with the intention of being fucked by lots of men. By every man that was willing to pay a small sum for the usage of this fine man´s fiancée. And I had assumed that he would take it? In what kind of weird dream-world have I lived back then? I´m even glad now that he hasn´t accepted it. It would have broken him. And I wouldn´t have liked the man it would have made of him. Every john would have humiliated and broken him a bit more. For just a few dollars. Later that night I hear him return and also hear a high pitched, female voice. Be strong... Bill, January 19th, Friday, 11:30 p.m. Peg is fun, she´s very easy on the eyes and she lifts my spirits. Nothing is complicated with her, everything is easy. I don´t have to consider my words. The time with her is incredibly relaxed. We go to see a movie and dance a bit afterwards. "Okay, Bill. I´ve made up my mind. I like you." "I like you too." And I do. Although I have some doubts about her high pitched voice and her shrill laughter. Maybe I´ll need surgically implemented silencers in my ears. With the hearing equipment my mother has given me, listening to Peg is a little painful sometimes. "I would really like to see your house." "Oh, now that´s a brilliant idea. Let´s go." It´s that easy. Like everything with her. I would just have to get used to her sounds. Her looks are very nice. As we enter my house, she´s impressed by the tidiness. I feel a little bad about that because it´s mainly Kathy´s work. And she´s fun in bed. Relaxed, trusting and open. We have a tremendous time. Only her shrill noises during sex are a little disturbing. And I have to admit that her breasts don´t measure up with Kathy´s. Not by a mile. But I could live with that, other aspects are more important. She insists to leave at 2 a.m., not wanting to be intrusive. And I agree, glad to get rid of that voice. Can I imagine to spend my life, listening to that voice? No, rather not. Not without frequent visits at the funny farm. I knock at Kathy´s door. She immediately opens. Her face is dry, but I can see that she has been crying. "Bill, I have an idea now of hard it was for you to let me go into that awful whorehouse. I´m sooo very sorry." She turns around, obviously ashamed and falls into her bed, crying. She really seems to be genuinely contrite now. Quite a change from the bitch coldly announcing her new job. But it doesn´t change anything. Bill, January 20th, Saturday, 7:30 p.m. Today´s date will be Sue. She´s a really pretty lady. Not classy beautiful like Kathy, but quite cute. I´m immediately attracted by her charming smile. But the conversation is a little tenser than with Peg. Sue is from a big family in a rural area in Mississippi. This is no problem for me. But it seems to contribute to our conversation being a little difficult. I soon learn to avoid cultural or political topics. She seems to be a little on the conservative side. Extremely conservative, in fact. On the other hand, I have problems to respond to her religious comments, which are quite frequent. And which match her rather timid clothing. I have no problems with religious or political conservative people. But the conversation with her is quite strained because she can´t seem to accept other opinions and always returns to these topics. Talking with her is as much fun as finding a way through a mine field. The 64th Man After dinner I suggest dancing, like I did with Peg. But to my surprise, she refuses. She says it wouldn´t be appropriate on our first date. What? I did not suggest sex or even a kiss. Dancing is inappropriate? In hindsight, I might even have to be thankful that she was willing to talk to me on our first date. Although... I appear to be understanding and supportive and agree to drive her to her apartment. No, she´s not the one. Kathy is overjoyed as I knock on her door at 10 p.m. She even hugs me a little, but lets go again soon, looking a little shy. This is actually quite cute. And I´m not repulsed any more by the simple hug. Bill, January 28th, Sunday, 9:00 a.m. While eating my breakfast - as usual served by a naked Kathy - I contemplate the four dates I´ve had so far. Peg was the best by a mile. Nice looking - although not as beautiful as Kathy - and easy to be with. Not so great body, repulsive voice. Sue was a disaster. Conservative and religious in the extreme. Mary had been nice looking, but had seemed strangely cold and aloof. I had the impression that she´s had some bad experiences with men in the past. Ideal if you are looking for the challenge to change and heal her. But a therapeutic relationship is not what I´m looking for. Sherry was pretty, but her body didn´t appeal to me. Not at all. I´ve had sex with Peg and Sherry. Neither experience was exceptionally nice. I know that I keep comparing them to Kathy and that they all lose by a long way. But neither of them seemed to be prone to sudden urges to prostitute themselves. That´s a big plus. I notice that Kathy is watching me intently, smiling a little. She knows exactly what I´m thinking, the little bitch. "No Ms. Perfect among them?" "No, so far not. But I´m still young and have plenty of time." "And they´re lining up for a date, aren´t they?" "Yes, it seems so." "You´ve never realized how handsome you are. That was always so nice. You never got arrogant. Like me." "Like you?" "Yes, going to that whorehouse and hurting you like that was pure arrogance. I´ve had paradise and I´ve taken it for granted. I felt invincible. And I´ve chosen hell instead. I just hope that I can somehow repair this, even if it takes my whole life. And just to make that clear - I will never touch another man in my whole life. Even if you kick me out. I´ve learned my lesson well." I sigh because I know that she will pull that through. "And Bill, you were completely right about the consequences of me working there. Jake confirmed it. But I left early enough not to suffer from them. Sex with you still is the greatest dream I have. But I´ve stayed long enough to get a full dose of reality shock." "I´m glad that you´ve learned something from it." I really am. Is there a chance for us maybe? No, I try to suppress that thought immediately. "Bill, would you consider keeping me you as your full-time maid? To raise your children and keep the house while your future wife will be working or shopping?" "Wow, you would do that?" "Of course. I would accept any role that keeps me near you." "Wow." "Of course, I would be easy. Very easy." I have to laugh. "A maid with benefits. Like I am now. Would you like a blow-job now? I will swallow and I will enjoy it. I hated it with the others but I would love to do it for you." "Oh, you´ve changed your mind?" "About a lot of things. Shall I demonstrate some? No strings attached..." "No, thanks." She looks hurt this time. "Don´t you want to touch me because of the men that have touched me?" "Partially. Mostly because of what you have done to me. To us." "Yes, I understand that now. I regarded it just as a job that had nothing to do with cheating. How wrong I´ve been. Sorry." "How often have you been used in that brothel?" "63 times in total. Sorry." She looks very contrite. "By 63 men?" "I don´t know, I tried not to look at them. It made it easier not to be disgusted. Even then I had to fight not to puke sometimes. I tried to shower and brush my teeth all the time. But I couldn´t get rid of the dirty feeling." "You really pulled a number on yourself there, didn´t you?" "Yes, the worst idea of my life. And I´ve been awfully stubborn when you warned me. It was just some pubertal idea that has never left me. Like being a pirate or an astronaut. Completely silly and immature." "Okay, I accept." "What do you accept?" she asks puzzled. "You as my maid. You´re doing a good job. If my future wife accepts you, you can keep the position. If not, you will have to leave." I´m a little cruel here. I won´t do that to her, probably. "Thank you, Bill. I´m really glad about that. You have no idea how glad I am. I won´t look for a new job in this case. You will just have to feed me and give me your guest room." "Yes. It´s the maid´s room now." Of course, I´ve already made up my mind. I´ll probably take her back. And she might even know it already. Kathy, January 28th, Sunday, 10:00 a.m. He has accepted me as his maid. Yes. YES! That´s just great. I can be around him. And even if he continues to fuck other women, I will still have a foot in the door. And he wouldn´t have accepted me if he didn´t want me around. Maybe he has even made up his mind already and just wants me to suffer a little longer. Or to get cleaner, to lose the scent of all these men. It doesn´t matter, I can wait. Even if he starts a relationship with someone. I will wait. I will get him back. Even if it takes thirty years. He´s still sitting at the breakfast table, contemplating. I have nothing to lose, so I just drop to my knees in front of him. And I use my best puppy look. Damn, I´d really like to touch his cock again. Just to drive these jerks out of my mind. Bill, January 28th, Sunday, 10:00 a.m. Damn, that woman. She´s really kneeling in front of me. And she´s so damn beautiful. I´m already lost again. Is she really too dirty for me somehow? I don´t know. This is just a decision in my mind. She has been tested and is clean. And we both had various lovers before we got together. And I´ve fucked two women since we´ve split up. Where´s the difference? Do I want her to suffer some more? Not really, where´s the point? She has suffered in the whorehouse and afterwards. So where´s the problem? Trust. So where´s the problem in a no-strings blow-job? There is none. She watches me intently. "Okay then, go ahead." She smiles widely. "Thank you Bill. No strings. Enjoy." And boy, do I enjoy it. She swallows and she seems enthusiastic about it. Somehow, she´s the perfect package. I still love her. She´s beautiful. Has a killer body. Is submissive and contrite. She´ll do anything for me. And she is the last person to cheat on me ever again. Probably. So what do I want? I want her back in my life as my woman, not as a maid. Or maybe as a combination. I grin inwardly. Will I marry her? Who knows... I´m in no hurry with that decision. She´s still kneeling in front of me after finishing the blow-job. "Kathy, I´m thinking about upgrading our relationship." "What?" She jumps up, shrieking a little. And flings herself to my neck, showering me with kisses. "Whatever you have in mind, I will accept." "Maybe you moving back into my bedroom? Being my lover and maid? Being the woman in my life again?" "Oh, Bill. You´re the best. You´re such a great man. Thanks for giving me a chance." And she starts to cry a little. I´m sure that my life will be better with her than without her. So I´m not doing this for her, I´m doing this only for myself. Kathy, January 28th, Sunday, 10:45 a.m. Is this really happening? Is he strong enough to take me back again? I´m so much in love with this man. I will make sure he won´t ever regret it. He has to know that. "Bill... Honey... You have to know that I will spend the rest of my life making sure that you won´t regret that. I´m sooo glad you let me back in your life again. I... I haven´t dared to hope for it. And Bill... you surely know that I´ll deny you nothing in bed, right?" "Sounds good, Kathy. I´d like to try that now." Oh, my god. Yes, sex with Bill. It´s happening. Seriously? I´m so nervous. But he´s very calm and soothing. Such a good man. And I´m sure now that sex with him has lost nothing of it´s fascination. And yes, he takes my ass. I´m glad about it. Because he´s gentle and uses enough lubrication. It´s great this way. I know now that I can enjoy it with him. "Kathy, that was really good." "Yes, Bill. For me too. The best experience in my life since a long time. You even taught me how to enjoy anal sex. Thanks. You can do that any time, anyway. But if you do it like that, I will enjoy it, too." I realize that I´m babbling. "Kathy, we once had this plan about marriage." "What?" I can hardly breathe. Has he just mentioned the m-word? "Y... y..." I can´t get the word out. I clear my throat. My eyes water. "Yes?" There! It´s finally out. "Well, maybe, some day in the distant future..." "Oh, Bill. That would be a dream. I... You know... I never dared to even think about that." "It´s just a thought right now." "Bill, I´ll sign everything. The worst prenup in history. Leaving my penniless and without access to our potential children. And including 63 wildcards. I even insist on it." "We´ll see..." Bill, December 13th, Monday, 1:20 p.m. I´m so nervous. My wife has gone into labor with our first child. I´m rushing into the hospital from work right now, finding her in a bed, smiling, but looking tired. "How are you, Kathy?" "I´m happy, Bill. Thanks for making this possible. I´m really looking forward to it. It won´t be long now." "I´ll stay with you." "I know." We both smile.