The flight from Chicago back to the Bay Area seemed to last forever. David was shocked by the realization of his wife's past and apparent infidelity throughout their marriage. His emotions fluctuated between disbelief, hatred, anger, pity for himself and, yes, lust. Somehow the image of Lori being used by this man excited him.
Sam looked at the recent portrait of Lori and knew right away it was the same woman. He wants the truth and I want the contract he thought to himself, "Yes, that, that is her. Older but her, the eyes, I'll never forget those eyes when she'd be looking up while su...." His voice trailed off when he remembered who this was.
"While she was sucking your cock. Is that what you were going to say Sam?"
"Yes, but Dave, " he was cut off quickly.
"I prefer David." David was in his element and wasn't going to give any quarter.
"David, sorry. Yes it is, or was her. You went to a lot of trouble and expense to have me confirm it. Like I said at the airport, she was one of the most submissive women I have ever met. But that was then. Things change...people change."
"We agree on this point, my friend. I really do not care what Frank and you and half the campus did to her back then. In fact, I have to admit there is an element of excitement in hearing those stories. What I do need to know, and what does matter is what has happened in the last twenty five years. During our marriage, a union that I take seriously, what has happened. We swore truth and honesty. If she has been seeing Frank and, well you know where I am heading."
"David, maybe the truth is best unsaid. Or maybe you should be having this talk with her."
"Sorry, I need to know and I am not ready to let her recognize my suspicions at this time. I believe everything you told me about college, but Sam, is there the possibility Frank was making up the rest? You said he was an ass with few friends. Maybe he was trying to impress you with stories. I need your help in verifying the stories. I've checked phones records and her computer. So far nothing has come up. I have a detective trying to trace down some of Frank's friends. If he brought three friends to fuck her on my tenth anniversary I want, no I need to know."
"Why, you don't strike me as a guy who will go postal and hurt her," he paused and nervously looked up, "or any of those involved. Frank is gone."
"You may not be able to understand, but this comes down to basic trust and honesty. Just like in business, marriage has some fundamental mores it must follow to be a success. I mean if she had some need for this behavior, why not tell me?"
"You are the one that doesn't understand. She loves you, probably adores the ground you walk on. If you told her to give you a blow job in the back seat of a car, she would do it out of love. There would be no humiliation or degradation. She seems to get off being used by men she doesn't like. The humiliation she feels is fueled by the love for you and the guilt she probably feels for cheating on you."
David could see some sense in what Sam was saying, yet he knew he would never risk something he loved for a perverted thrill.
"Still, Sam if you can help me. I've run this through my mind a thousand times. Frank could have been making it up, or maybe blackmailing her, or she was doing it on her own because of the thrill you are talking about. The rush of being used and risking everything she has."
"Believe me Sam, I will learn the truth. I have the money and the desire to take this to the end. If you know something it is best to tell me now," David stood and walked to the front of the desk and continued, "or I will use that same desire and money to ruin anyone who has lied to me."
Sam looked up at this man who he could easily overcome physically and realized that power isn't always defined by muscle. He believed David would ruin him.
"What is it you are looking for?" Sam asked.
"The truth, that is all."
"Well, to quote Jack from that army movie, 'I'm not sure you can handle the truth', " Sam felt uneasy as soon as his attempt at levity left his mouth. "David, Frank wasn't lying about his meetings with the Cum, I mean your wife."
"How do you know, do you have proof, a name, anything."
"I, well, I didn't say because I always felt a little guilty, I mean it was the day of your anniversary. But, I was one of the guys there. I was at your house fucking your wife while you were waiting at the restaurant. Me and two other guys. There was an insurance convention in San Francisco that week and Frank got a hold of me and...how much do you want to know?"
David stared at Sam, but his gaze actually went through him off into oblivion. At that moment he knew, what for the past three months he feared, it was true.
"Was there any, any blackmail or force?"
"I can tell you she was not happy, but she didn't refuse us. Frank was a lot of things but he never forced her to do anything. He held some spell over her, she couldn't refuse him. I think she probably hated him but that all fueled the sexual high she got. I never was with a woman so wet and wild as that day in your bedroom."
"How did he get in touch with her, I have found no record of it?"
"He told me when he was in town, always around your anniversary, he would stake out the house. When she left he would follow her and drop in at the mall or grocery store. He would tell her his plans and even if she refused, he said she would always show up. Frank got some thrill out of using her on your anniversary, the way he did on your wedding day. Like I said, David, she couldn't say no to him. ."
"Couldn't or wouldn't?" asked David.
Sam shrugged his shoulders.
"Over the past twenty three years, till Frank died, did you ever fuck her, other then that one day?"
"Frank, offered, but...I am not making excuses, but after that one day I felt guilty. Frank told me he brought others after, but I don't know names. Honest."
"Tell me all you know Sam."
"That is pretty much it, he told me he considered the Cum Slut his once a year treat. He enjoyed making her do his bidding," Sam's facial expression changed as he remembered something, "Listen, I forgot, but, well like I said he died broke and pretty much friendless. I came to his funeral and his Mom, she was close to eighty then, she was very happy I came. None of the others she called from his phone book even sent cards. I guess I liked him in a strange sort of way. I'm not saying what he did was right, or defending him, but for a time in college we were close."
"I told you, no reprisals, now what did you forget?"
"His Mom asked me to go with her to his apartment and help clean out his stuff. She didn't want to go alone and didn't trust hiring someone. But there really wasn't anything worth stealing."
"What did you find, Sam?"
"A box, in the closet with, well with pictures of the Cum, I mean Lori over the years. It seems he liked to take some every year. He always made it a point to be sure her wedding ring was in the picture. Wrapped around a cock, or covered in cum."
"What, what happened to the pictures Sam? Maybe he used them to blackmail her." David was still grasping at some sort of answer to this nightmare.
"She knew about the pictures, she is looking right into the camera for God's sake. But, I don't think he ever used them that way. If he did, I think he would have said, or the day we were there she would have said something. I might be wrong. I, I have them, I snuck them out so his Mom wouldn't see them. I hid them in my garage."
"You could be wrong, Sam maybe she did it because she had no choice." David's voice sounded hopeful. "I want them, Sam. I will pay you for them."
"I think I should burn them and you should just either leave her or forget about it all. If you dwell on it, you will drive yourself crazy."
"Name a price, goddamn it, I want them. I do not need your advice!"
Sam stood up and got close to David, "Listen, I do not have to put up with this shit. I got along well without your policy and I will do all right if you pull the plug on it. If you want the pictures, you can have them. I don't want your money. I just don't want you trying to bully me any more. My fuse is getting short!"
David understood from years of dealing with people he had pushed the envelope as far as he could. He needed to back off.
"I am sorry, Sam. I got a little crazy and I am sorry. The policy is yours and I didn't mean to yell at you."
"I'll send the pictures. You can do as you please with them." He turned to leave when David's voice stopped him.
"Thank you Sam. It is just so hard to believe someone you have trusted and loved for all these years has been living two lives. The mother of my children is the 'Cum Slut'. When I look into her eyes now I just think of her lips wrapped around a cock. And it isn't mine."
They parted ways never seeing each other again. Every year for the next twelve years, Sam received a hefty commission check for the policy David's company took out.
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One week later, David's secretary brought in the Fed Ex package he had been waiting for. He unwrapped the shoe box size box and emptied the contents on the table. In front of him were a hundred or more Polaroid's, some already fading into an orange like sepia tint from age. In each photo was his wife. You could tell by the different hairdos and dress they covered decades.
Some were from their home, some in their car and others from seedy looking hotel rooms. As Sam said, most prominately displayed her wedding ring. She never looked happy in the pictures but she looked, for lack of a better word, sexy. A fire burned in her eyes.
David cringed when he saw her naked, obviously pregnant with a cock in her mouth and written across her distended belly the words 'CUM SLUT'. David figured from the time it must have been their first anniversary. Their son was born a few weeks after the celebration and David remembered it as one of the happiest days of his life.
The next photo showed her nipples with clothes pins attached and her pregnant stomach covered in cum. A dildo hung obscenely from her splayed thighs.
David spent hours looking at each photo, trying to put a date to it and recalling where he was at the time. Most were of her alone though others showed her and Frank, meaning someone else was taking the photo or they used a timer. He found a group of six from his tenth anniversary. There were no faces other than Frank and Lori but David knew one of the cocks in his wife's ass or mouth belonged to Sam. He recognized the kitchen, the entry way and his own master bedroom.
He did not feel anger, nor lust. Perhaps it was disappointment he felt. He became calculating and decided at that moment his marriage was over. In his mind it was over but he would continue to live the sham his wife had for years until he devised his revenge.
End of Part 2
To be continued, Please comment.
Sam looked at the recent portrait of Lori and knew right away it was the same woman. He wants the truth and I want the contract he thought to himself, "Yes, that, that is her. Older but her, the eyes, I'll never forget those eyes when she'd be looking up while su...." His voice trailed off when he remembered who this was.
"While she was sucking your cock. Is that what you were going to say Sam?"
"Yes, but Dave, " he was cut off quickly.
"I prefer David." David was in his element and wasn't going to give any quarter.
"David, sorry. Yes it is, or was her. You went to a lot of trouble and expense to have me confirm it. Like I said at the airport, she was one of the most submissive women I have ever met. But that was then. Things change...people change."
"We agree on this point, my friend. I really do not care what Frank and you and half the campus did to her back then. In fact, I have to admit there is an element of excitement in hearing those stories. What I do need to know, and what does matter is what has happened in the last twenty five years. During our marriage, a union that I take seriously, what has happened. We swore truth and honesty. If she has been seeing Frank and, well you know where I am heading."
"David, maybe the truth is best unsaid. Or maybe you should be having this talk with her."
"Sorry, I need to know and I am not ready to let her recognize my suspicions at this time. I believe everything you told me about college, but Sam, is there the possibility Frank was making up the rest? You said he was an ass with few friends. Maybe he was trying to impress you with stories. I need your help in verifying the stories. I've checked phones records and her computer. So far nothing has come up. I have a detective trying to trace down some of Frank's friends. If he brought three friends to fuck her on my tenth anniversary I want, no I need to know."
"Why, you don't strike me as a guy who will go postal and hurt her," he paused and nervously looked up, "or any of those involved. Frank is gone."
"You may not be able to understand, but this comes down to basic trust and honesty. Just like in business, marriage has some fundamental mores it must follow to be a success. I mean if she had some need for this behavior, why not tell me?"
"You are the one that doesn't understand. She loves you, probably adores the ground you walk on. If you told her to give you a blow job in the back seat of a car, she would do it out of love. There would be no humiliation or degradation. She seems to get off being used by men she doesn't like. The humiliation she feels is fueled by the love for you and the guilt she probably feels for cheating on you."
David could see some sense in what Sam was saying, yet he knew he would never risk something he loved for a perverted thrill.
"Still, Sam if you can help me. I've run this through my mind a thousand times. Frank could have been making it up, or maybe blackmailing her, or she was doing it on her own because of the thrill you are talking about. The rush of being used and risking everything she has."
"Believe me Sam, I will learn the truth. I have the money and the desire to take this to the end. If you know something it is best to tell me now," David stood and walked to the front of the desk and continued, "or I will use that same desire and money to ruin anyone who has lied to me."
Sam looked up at this man who he could easily overcome physically and realized that power isn't always defined by muscle. He believed David would ruin him.
"What is it you are looking for?" Sam asked.
"The truth, that is all."
"Well, to quote Jack from that army movie, 'I'm not sure you can handle the truth', " Sam felt uneasy as soon as his attempt at levity left his mouth. "David, Frank wasn't lying about his meetings with the Cum, I mean your wife."
"How do you know, do you have proof, a name, anything."
"I, well, I didn't say because I always felt a little guilty, I mean it was the day of your anniversary. But, I was one of the guys there. I was at your house fucking your wife while you were waiting at the restaurant. Me and two other guys. There was an insurance convention in San Francisco that week and Frank got a hold of me and...how much do you want to know?"
David stared at Sam, but his gaze actually went through him off into oblivion. At that moment he knew, what for the past three months he feared, it was true.
"Was there any, any blackmail or force?"
"I can tell you she was not happy, but she didn't refuse us. Frank was a lot of things but he never forced her to do anything. He held some spell over her, she couldn't refuse him. I think she probably hated him but that all fueled the sexual high she got. I never was with a woman so wet and wild as that day in your bedroom."
"How did he get in touch with her, I have found no record of it?"
"He told me when he was in town, always around your anniversary, he would stake out the house. When she left he would follow her and drop in at the mall or grocery store. He would tell her his plans and even if she refused, he said she would always show up. Frank got some thrill out of using her on your anniversary, the way he did on your wedding day. Like I said, David, she couldn't say no to him. ."
"Couldn't or wouldn't?" asked David.
Sam shrugged his shoulders.
"Over the past twenty three years, till Frank died, did you ever fuck her, other then that one day?"
"Frank, offered, but...I am not making excuses, but after that one day I felt guilty. Frank told me he brought others after, but I don't know names. Honest."
"Tell me all you know Sam."
"That is pretty much it, he told me he considered the Cum Slut his once a year treat. He enjoyed making her do his bidding," Sam's facial expression changed as he remembered something, "Listen, I forgot, but, well like I said he died broke and pretty much friendless. I came to his funeral and his Mom, she was close to eighty then, she was very happy I came. None of the others she called from his phone book even sent cards. I guess I liked him in a strange sort of way. I'm not saying what he did was right, or defending him, but for a time in college we were close."
"I told you, no reprisals, now what did you forget?"
"His Mom asked me to go with her to his apartment and help clean out his stuff. She didn't want to go alone and didn't trust hiring someone. But there really wasn't anything worth stealing."
"What did you find, Sam?"
"A box, in the closet with, well with pictures of the Cum, I mean Lori over the years. It seems he liked to take some every year. He always made it a point to be sure her wedding ring was in the picture. Wrapped around a cock, or covered in cum."
"What, what happened to the pictures Sam? Maybe he used them to blackmail her." David was still grasping at some sort of answer to this nightmare.
"She knew about the pictures, she is looking right into the camera for God's sake. But, I don't think he ever used them that way. If he did, I think he would have said, or the day we were there she would have said something. I might be wrong. I, I have them, I snuck them out so his Mom wouldn't see them. I hid them in my garage."
"You could be wrong, Sam maybe she did it because she had no choice." David's voice sounded hopeful. "I want them, Sam. I will pay you for them."
"I think I should burn them and you should just either leave her or forget about it all. If you dwell on it, you will drive yourself crazy."
"Name a price, goddamn it, I want them. I do not need your advice!"
Sam stood up and got close to David, "Listen, I do not have to put up with this shit. I got along well without your policy and I will do all right if you pull the plug on it. If you want the pictures, you can have them. I don't want your money. I just don't want you trying to bully me any more. My fuse is getting short!"
David understood from years of dealing with people he had pushed the envelope as far as he could. He needed to back off.
"I am sorry, Sam. I got a little crazy and I am sorry. The policy is yours and I didn't mean to yell at you."
"I'll send the pictures. You can do as you please with them." He turned to leave when David's voice stopped him.
"Thank you Sam. It is just so hard to believe someone you have trusted and loved for all these years has been living two lives. The mother of my children is the 'Cum Slut'. When I look into her eyes now I just think of her lips wrapped around a cock. And it isn't mine."
They parted ways never seeing each other again. Every year for the next twelve years, Sam received a hefty commission check for the policy David's company took out.
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One week later, David's secretary brought in the Fed Ex package he had been waiting for. He unwrapped the shoe box size box and emptied the contents on the table. In front of him were a hundred or more Polaroid's, some already fading into an orange like sepia tint from age. In each photo was his wife. You could tell by the different hairdos and dress they covered decades.
Some were from their home, some in their car and others from seedy looking hotel rooms. As Sam said, most prominately displayed her wedding ring. She never looked happy in the pictures but she looked, for lack of a better word, sexy. A fire burned in her eyes.
David cringed when he saw her naked, obviously pregnant with a cock in her mouth and written across her distended belly the words 'CUM SLUT'. David figured from the time it must have been their first anniversary. Their son was born a few weeks after the celebration and David remembered it as one of the happiest days of his life.
The next photo showed her nipples with clothes pins attached and her pregnant stomach covered in cum. A dildo hung obscenely from her splayed thighs.
David spent hours looking at each photo, trying to put a date to it and recalling where he was at the time. Most were of her alone though others showed her and Frank, meaning someone else was taking the photo or they used a timer. He found a group of six from his tenth anniversary. There were no faces other than Frank and Lori but David knew one of the cocks in his wife's ass or mouth belonged to Sam. He recognized the kitchen, the entry way and his own master bedroom.
He did not feel anger, nor lust. Perhaps it was disappointment he felt. He became calculating and decided at that moment his marriage was over. In his mind it was over but he would continue to live the sham his wife had for years until he devised his revenge.
End of Part 2
To be continued, Please comment.
