


The Lesson

by slyc_willie



Category: Loving Wives
Published: 2006-09-14
Updated: 2006-09-14
Packaged: 2017-05-01 19:47:39
Chapters: 1
Publisher: literotica.com
Story URL: https://www.literotica.com/s/the-lesson-25
Author URL:
https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=748325&page=submissions
Summary: I teach my cheating wife the cost of betrayal.
Erotica Tags: Blow Job, Bondage, Cheating, Facial, Fucking, Handcuffs, Oral,
Shaved, Stripping, Watching
Average Rating: 4.3






        The Lesson


I had been suspecting for a while now that my young wife was having an affair.
There had been little hints and signs: coming home from work to find that my
wife had taken a shower in the middle of the afternoon; her eagerness to
'surprise' me now and then with a home-cooked dinner and pampering massage;
the way she sometimes abruptly hung up on her cell phone when I would walk
into the room (and the fact that she got a new cell, one that had a password
lock on the memory).  
  
And then there was the new lingerie I had found in the laundry basket, a set I
had never seen before and which had obviously been worn . . . with another
man's dried cum in the gusset of the panties.  
  
At first, I was furious. It was a good thing Alexis was out of town that
weekend with her mother; I might have acted on my first impulse and strangled
her right then and there. But as it turned out, the fact that she wasn't going
to be around for another two days was the best thing for me.  
  
After I calmed down, I thought about it. Why would my wife cheat on me? I
doted on her, gave her what she wanted without spoiling her, treated her with
love and affection. We had a healthy sex life, and I knew I took care of her
needs in bed. I wasn't smothering, had never tried to keep tabs on her. I was,
if I say so myself, the perfect husband.  
  
I sighed. But then, I was thirty-seven and my wife was twenty-three. She was
young, gorgeous, wild and kinky. Two years before, when we met in a nightclub,
Alexis was working as a topless dancer and juggling a couple of boy-toys. In
fact, that very night, she had been at the club with 'a friend,' but she
dumped him like an old pair of panties to hook up with me. I was, as they say,
the 'total package:' affluent, stable, good-looking and in great shape. Alexis
had thought I was no older than twenty-nine and thought that I was 'really
hot' for a man of any age.  
  
Her eyes flashed when I told her I owned my own company, her pussy dripped
when I showed her to my convertible BMW, and she swooned when she took out my
eight-inch tool and, right there in the parking lot, with the top down (hers
_and _the car's), started blowing me.  
  
At first, I figured, Alexis just wanted a one-night stand. She fucked like a
demon and did every kinky thing I suggested. In the morning, instead of asking
me to take her home, she asked me to call in to work and stay home to _make
love _to her all day. Well, a week later, Alexis moved in; four months later,
I proposed; six months after that, wedding bells were ringing. Damn, she
looked gorgeous that day. I literally thanked God for sending me an angel.  
  
My friends and business partners commended me on my choice of bride. Alexis,
for her part, flaunted herself like a trophy wife eagerly, even if she did
embarrass me sometimes. Men leered at her voluptuous, curvy body (a sexy
38D-24-38 packed in a five-foot-seven frame) and long, flowing, natural blonde
hair, her luscious lips, and wicked green eyes.  
  
At pool parties, my wife was barely decent in her skimpy French bikini. At
dinner functions, she wore tight strapless numbers or flimsy dresses with
deeply plunging necklines that showed a lot of leg and cleavage (and sometimes
more, if she moved too suddenly or bent over). Maybe her behavior was
scandalous, making the middle-aged wives of my investors and partners blush
and whisper under their breath. But Alexis turned me on.  
  
Still, I suppose it wasn't enough for her. Alexis always liked pushing the
envelope. Once, while we were shopping in the mall, Alexis, clad in a denim
mini-skirt and no panties, tried on pair after pair of shoes, with the help of
a pimple-faced young salesman who knelt before her. I got a charge out of
watching him stare at my wife's beautiful blonde cunt, and couldn't wait to
fuck her.  
  
In a way, maybe her betrayal was partially my fault. I encouraged her
exhibitionism, mainly because it turned me on, but also because it got her
going, too. I guess it wasn't too much of a stretch that she would go from
letting men look to letting them touch.  
  
_My wife, the slut_, I thought heavily, dropping her soiled panties back in
the hamper. Married barely a year and she's already stepping out on me.  
  
My first impulse was to find some eager young thing and fuck the hell out of
her. But that would have been too cheap, and ultimately unsatisfying. No, I
had to teach Alexis a lesson. I had to show her how much her infidelity had
hurt me.  
  
And just like that, the idea came to me. Like an aggressive seed, it grew
quickly, germinating into a complex plan.  
  
By Sunday night, I had it all worked out. With morbid glee, feeling like a mad
scientist eager to play out his latest scheme, I awaited the return of my wife
the following afternoon.  
  
***  
  
Alexis squealed like the dutiful wife she pretended to be when she saw me in
the airport terminal, and wrapped her sexy body around mine. I put on a good
show, surprising myself with how good an actor I was as I groped and kissed my
wife, all the while repulsed by her. I wondered if Alexis had met some former
boyfriend back home, and 'relived the good old days.' Was I kissing a mouth
that had recently been filled with another man's semen?  
  
I tried not to gag at the thought.  
  
"How's your mother?" I asked as we got to the car. I put her bags in the
trunk, opened the door to let Alexis in.  
  
She gave me a sexy smile and casually groped my crotch. "She's good," she
said. "She sends her best. How's my big boy? Miss me?"  
  
I smiled. _I'm pissed as hell, you cheating bitch!_ "Anxious to see you
naked," I said.  
  
My wife pursed her lips and gave me a sultry look. "Ooo," she cooed. "Wanna
take me home and fuck my brains out?" she asked with a giggle.  
  
I smiled, headed around the car. I felt the stirring of an erection, but it
was not inspired by my wife. "Actually, I need to stop at the office real
quick before going home," I said as I got behind the wheel. "You don't mind,
do you, honey?"  
  
Alexis pouted. "Well . . . I guess not," she said, then smiled. "It's good to
be back home, baby. I missed you so much. I love you."  
  
I forced the words out while maintaining my fake smile. "I love you, too," I
said, and started the car.  
  
***  
  
My company was a product distribution warehouse, thirty thousand square feet
with a collection of offices in a loft construction at one end. Normally, my
eighteen employees would be busy at work, sending and receiving shipments as
trucks came and went. But I had given everyone the day off with pay. I told
them it was a reward for being such good employees. Hell, I could afford it; I
made an annual profit of damn near three hundred grand.  
  
My personal office was pretty nicely furnished, with big bay windows that
overlooked the wharf and shipping piers outside. Carpeted and furnished with a
big leather couch, a couple of chairs, a conference table and my big mahogany
desk, my office was my home away from home. There was even a private bathroom
with a shower stall. Alexis and I had fooled around now and then in the
office. I had taken her many times from behind as she leaned over my desk, her
skirt pushed up and panties around her ankles.  
  
_Hmm_, I thought. _Gonna have to get a new desk._  
  
I lead Alexis through the door, closed it behind me. I pretended to busy
myself with some papers on my desk as my wife sat down on the couch. I could
tell she was thinking about the times we had fucked in the office, by the
naughty smile on her face.  
  
"What are you thinking about, honey?" I asked casually as I scribbled on some
blank paper, pretending to sign documents.  
  
Alexis breathed in, smoothing her hands up and down her tight jeans. She
looked around wistfully. "Oh . . . nothing," she said with feigned innocence.  
  
I chuckled. My cock was getting harder with anticipation. My own jeans were
getting a little tight. My bulge was showing. "Oh, I think I know what you're
thinking," I said, turning to face her.  
  
My wife's eyes fell to my crotch, and she licked her lips. Her cheeks colored
as arousal washed through her. _Yeah, that's it, baby, get turned on like the
good little whore you really are._  
  
"Looks like we're thinking the same thing," she said in that breathy, I-wanna-
fuck-right-now way of hers. How many men, I wondered had heard that voice?
Alexis' eyes glowed.  
  
"Maybe," I said, feeling a shiver of anticipation at her impending
humiliation. My wife took that as arousal.  
  
She bit her lip seductively. "Come here, baby," she said, turning toward me as
she sat.  
  
I pretended to give in, and approached her. Her face was level with my crotch.
I looked down at her face – _so beautiful! So treacherous!_ – and caressed her
soft blonde hair. Alexis stared back at me, her green eyes glazing with lust.
Her hands came up and started massaging my cock through my jeans as it grew.  
  
"I think it's time you gave me that welcome-home mouth fuck I've been dreaming
about all weekend," she said heatedly.  
  
I smiled. I couldn't believe how well Alexis was playing into my hands. "Oh,
have you, now?" I asked her.  
  
My wife nodded, keeping her eyes locked on mine. Her fingers groped and
lightly scratched my bulging shaft. Still staring up at me, she leaned forward
and gently bit my cock through the layer of denim that encased it. I groaned
for effect.  
  
"I want you, baby," she whispered. "Being away for three days was
excruciating. I need my husband, baby. I need him to fuck me. Right here,
right now."  
  
My dick was throbbing. "Oh, you're going to get fucked, all right," with more
meaning than she could fathom.  
  
Alexis grinned, and started undoing my belt. "You remember that time, on our
honeymoon cruise, when we were on the side deck? And you had just a towel over
you?"  
  
I sighed as Alexis pushed my jeans down, exposing my heavy cock. She gave the
head a playful lick. "How could I forget?"  
  
Alexis worked my jeans down, started taking off my shoes. "I just kept sucking
you, and we kept getting interrupted as we heard people coming around the
corner," she continued as I stepped out of my shoes. Alexis held my jeans as I
stepped out of them, nude now from the waist down. Her hands slid up my
muscular thighs as she stared up at me in arousal.  
  
"We almost got caught, so many times," she said, breathing warmly on my dick.
She kissed the glistening tip, smearing a little pre-cum across her lips. "And
when you finally came . . . oh, baby! Like a volcano, you just kept shooting
in my mouth!"  
  
I threaded my fingers through her hair. "Best blow job I ever got, honey," I
said.  
  
Alexis' eyes blazed. I knew she was gone now, her mind overcome with lust. I
could see it in the blush on her face, the way her nipples thrust through her
tight shirt. She licked her lips, opened her mouth, and leaned forward,
intending to suck me in. "Until now, baby," she whispered wantonly, slipping
her pink tongue out toward my dick.  
  
I suddenly stopped her, my hands cupped around her head, and pulled back my
bobbing cock. Alexis whimpered with disappointment, giving me a questioning
look.  
  
"Strip for me, baby," I said to her.  
  
My wife's shoulders sagged. "Oh, honey, just let me suck it," she practically
begged.  
  
I grinned evilly. "Please," I said.  
  
Alexis closed her eyes a moment, then smiled, laughing softly. She leaned
back, giving me a look. "Okay, baby," she agreed. "But you gotta promise me—"  
  
"I promise," I said, interrupting her. "I'll cum like you've never seen."  
  
Alexis swooned, eyes glazing once more. She sighed heavily. "Fuck, I'm so
hot!" she muttered. Then she shook her head, licked her lips. She gave me a
blazing look. "All right. Come on, sit down."  
  
We traded places, and I stripped off my shirt as I sat on the couch. My wife
stood, eyeing me hungrily, drinking in my muscular torso and abdomen, my thick
arms. I was more stocky than cut, with impressive shoulders, making me look
larger than my five-nine height. I weighed damn near two hundred pounds.  
  
Alexis stared at my thick penis as it jutted up from my trimmed nest of black
pubic hair, my balls shaved silky-smooth. My wife licked her lips hungrily as
she began a strip-tease, dancing to some music only she heard. She ran her
hands up and down her body, caressing her heavy breasts, her thighs, running
her hands up between her legs. Then, slowly, she began to peel off her
clothes.  
  
I had seen my wife dance on stage numerous times during those first few months
of our relationship, until she had quit to be the supposedly devoted
housewife. I knew she was good, and turned guys on with her sexy moves. She
had a penchant for making any guy who saw her at the gentleman's club where
she had worked think they actually had a chance to bang her.  
  
'Course, considering that my wife was a slut, maybe they had.  
  
I watched as she gyrated, rolling her hips, slipping her shirt over her head.
No bra, of course. Alexis did not wear one if she could help it. Her fake
D-cups were pretty firm on their own.  
  
My wife tossed the shirt aside, smoothed her hands over her large round
globes. Her nipples were very dark and thick, fully engorged. She tweaked
them, pulling on them with her red-nailed fingers, giving me sultry looks.
Staring into my eyes, she lifted one of her tits and erotically sucked her own
nipple. Despite my revulsion for my wife, I could not help but find that
arousing. My dick twitched.  
  
Encouraged, Alexis turned around, arching her back. She unzipped her jeans and
slowly, teasingly pushed them down off her hips. I stared as her full, round
ass was revealed, as golden-tanned as the rest of her body. She wore a tiny
white thong that vanished between the big firm cheeks of her ass.  
  
She bent over, keeping her legs straight, pushing her jeans down. She slipped
off her platform shoes, stepped out of her jeans. She planted her feet about
shoulder's-width apart, looked over her shoulder at me with a naughty grin.
She smacked her hand loudly to her right cheek, making it quiver.  
  
_How many times have I watched that ass shake as I fucked her? _I thought.
_And how many other men have done the same?_  
  
Alexis squeezed her cheeks, leaving red marks. She pried them apart with both
hands, showing me how tiny her thong really was. It barely covered her
puckered asshole and bulging, shaved pussy lips. There was a wet spot on the
white fabric.  
  
"You wanna see it, baby?" my wife cooed, rotating her hips sexily, as if she
was being fucked from behind. "Wanna see my cookie?"  
  
"Show me, baby," I said, slowly stroking my dick. "Show me that hot cunt."  
  
Alexis hissed. She loved dirty talk. At the right times, my use of the word
'cunt' literally made her juice. Like now.  
  
"Oh, yeah, baby, you want my sweet cunny? You wanna see it?" she asked hotly.
Her thumbs hooked under the thin elastic straps, pulling them away from her
hips.  
  
"Show me that cunt, Alexis," I said. "Show me how wet you are. Show me how
much you want my big cock fucking your tight, wet cunt."  
  
"Mmmm," moaned my wife, super-heated beyond reason at this point. With a sexy
sigh, she wiggled her thong down off her hips, letting the skimpy garment
flutter down to her ankles. Her hands slid back up the backs of her thighs,
prying them wide apart, brazenly exposing herself.  
  
"Look at my pussy, baby," she said in a hot, gasping voice. "See how hot and
wet I am for you!"  
  
Alexis was, indeed, wet. She had just a tiny patch of honey-blonde pubes on
her puffy mound, and thick, fleshy vulvae that were presently shiny with her
fluid. Her inner lips were very slender and dark pink, her clit a tiny nub. As
she pulled her cunt open with her fingers, her vaginal flesh glistened wetly.
I could smell her aroma.  
  
My wife spun around suddenly, giving me the hungriest, hottest look she had
given since that first night when she had been desperate to get her mouth on
my cock. She cupped her tits again, spreading her fingers across the broad,
flushed mounds. Alexis looked like she was about half a second from cumming.  
  
And for a moment, I thought, _maybe this was all it took. Maybe she had just
needed to be so turned on to the point where she could not think of another
man but me. Maybe I could look past her infidelity . . . God, she's so fucking
hot!  
  
No! _my rational mind all but shouted in my head. _She cheated on you once –
at least once – and she'll do it again. She married you for money and
prestige. She used you and she'll humiliate you. She's a selfish, cheating
bitch. She deserves this._  
  
Alexis slipped her fingers between her legs, stroking her snatch, then brought
them to her face, staring into my eyes as she sucked off her own tangy juice.
I steeled myself, calling upon reserves of willpower to resist the urge to
jump up, grab my wife, and shove my dick so deep inside her that she would
scream.  
  
Alexis' eyes fell to my thick, throbbing cock. I was so incredibly hard,
harder than I had ever been. But not entirely because of her. Of course,
Alexis thought that all I wanted was her, and she gave me a self-impressed
smile. She settled her hands on her hips as she stood before me, tossing her
hair back.  
  
"So, big boy," she said breathily. "You gonna fuck me, or what? Or maybe you
just wanna use my mouth . . . maybe you just wanna skull-fuck me and fill my
tummy with your cum. I'll do anything you want, baby. Any kinky, nasty, dirty
thing on your mind."  
  
I grinned at the opening she had given me. I couldn't have asked for a better
segue. "Anything?" I asked her.  
  
Alexis grinned, her eyes glowing. "How dirty you wanna be, big boy?" she
asked.  
  
I pushed up, stepping before her. Alexis was so uncontrollably horny at that
point, so aroused, that she would have done anything I wanted. I grinned. I
had her.  
  
"Close your eyes," I said.  
  
Alexis took in a breath, her big tits swelling. Slowly, she closed her eyes
and stood straight before me. I stepped around her, admiring my soon-to-be-
_ex_-wife's body.  
  
What a shame it has to be like this, I thought, heading to my desk a moment.
Carefully, as Alexis waited, trembling with desire, I opened the top drawer
and took out a box I had placed within. I opened it quietly, took out the
items inside. Then I returned to my wife, stepping up behind her.  
  
"You've been a very naughty girl, Alexis," I said in her ear as I gripped her
wrists and pulled her arms back. She gave in readily.  
  
"Oh, yes, I'm so bad!" she exclaimed. She gasped as she felt the cool metal of
the handcuffs as I slipped them around her wrists. She shuddered and her
cheeks bulged as she grinned.  
  
"Ohhhh, baby . . . ." she moaned in arousal.  
  
"Get on your knees," I ordered her.  
  
My wife swooned. "Oh, God, yes," she groaned. "Anything you want." She eagerly
lowered herself. I took the other pair of handcuffs, clipped them around her
ankles. My wife trembled, flinched slightly at the feel of the cool metal.
Then I attached the chain that gave her no more than a foot of slack between
her wrists and ankles. Alexis was thus firmly secured on her knees, with her
hands behind her back. She couldn't move if she tried, unless she wanted to
worm across the carpet.  
  
"Keep your eyes closed," I said, stepping around before her. My cock bobbed
over her face. It _would be so easy to take her mouth_, I thought, _to fuck
face her deep, force her to swallow my cock, gag and choke on it._ I
considered the idea briefly; Alexis was a good cocksucker, but she refused to
try deep-throat. She said my penis was too big for that; she was afraid of
throwing up.  
  
"Yes, master," Alexis said. I arched an eyebrow in interest at her response.
My wife had never mentioned she had an S&amp;M fantasy. Maybe it had never
really entered her mind until that moment.  
  
I stepped back, looking her over. Fully nude, arms behind her back, big tits
pushed out, eyes closed and full lips parted as she breathed in arousal . . .
Alexis was stunning. Any man on the planet, seeing her like this, would not
have hesitated to take advantage of her.  

But I was not just any man. I was the husband she had betrayed.  
  
"I'm going to have to punish you for being a bad girl, Alexis," I said, moving
back to the couch.  
  
My wife trembled, her breasts swaying as she shook with arousal. "Of c-course,
master," she panted. She suddenly grinned. "Oh, baby, if I knew you were this
kinky—"  
  
"Shut up, Alexis," I said sternly.  
  
Alexis gasped, immediately clammed up, playing to the role. She kept grinning.
She was enjoying this, anticipating being used. I literally saw droplets of
her glistening fluid dripping down her inner thighs as they were splayed wide
apart beneath her.  
  
For several moments, I wondered what my wife thought as she heard me sit upon
the couch, as she heard faint noises of movement, the whisper of skin on skin.
Maybe she heard the soft, wet sounds of lips brushing and kissing. Maybe she
heard the sound of a mouth opening wetly and sliding down over stiff,
throbbing flesh. I was sure she heard my soft, grateful sigh.  
  
My wife's brow furrowed, and her smile faded quickly. "Honey?" she asked,
keeping her eyes closed.  
  
I smiled. "Look at me, Alexis," I said.  
  
Slowly, Alexis did so, and her eyes flew open wide at what she saw before her.
She gasped loudly.  
  
I sat back on the couch, my hands upon the bobbing head of my secretary,
Emily, as my cock slipped in and out of the woman's mouth. Emily was a pretty,
slender brunette with short, spiky hair and a lean, athletic body, a cute
round face, high-set, upturned B-cups, smooth-shaved pussy, and a tight, sexy
ass framed by 34-inch hips.  
  
All of this could be seen by my wife, since Emily was absolutely naked as she
knelt before me. My secretary had smooth, pale skin, dotted with tiny light
freckles across her shoulders, down her arms, and here and there on her body.
An impressive, fully-colored tattoo of a rose vine began on the back of her
left shoulder and wound diagonally across her back to her firm, round right
cheek, where a large rose lay, then wrapped around her lean leg as it spiraled
down to her ankle.  
  
Alexis stared for a long moment, mouth agape with shock as she watched Emily's
face in profile, sucking hungrily up and down my stiff cock. I sighed at the
heat and talented massaging motions of my secretary's mouth. Emily was an
amazing cocksucker, better than Alexis, I realized. And to think that I could
have been enjoying such blow jobs as this for the past year and a half.  
  
"Wh-wh . . ." began Alexis, dumbfounded by what she was witnessing. She gave
me a pleading look, her arousal destroyed by a sudden feeling of panic.
"H-honey?"  
  
I gave my wife a dreamy smile as I pumped my hips, driving my cock in and out
of Emily's sweet mouth. My secretary, a good five years older than my wife
(though she looked far younger), moaned and slurped loudly, smacking her lips
along my rod. She obviously enjoyed giving head, and did so with paramount
enthusiasm and skill.  
  
"Oh, Alexis, she's so good," I sighed in bliss. "So fucking good . . . even
better than you."  
  
Alexis' lips and eyes quivered. "H-honey, if you w-wanted a th-threesome—" she
started.  
  
I laughed. "I don't want a threesome," I said as Emily eagerly sucked my dick,
plunging down deeper with each pump of her soft, full, pink lips. I guided her
head with my hands, watching as my saliva-slicked shaft slid back and forth in
my secretary's hot mouth, sinking again and again between her slick lips.
Damn, Emily looked so cute and hot like that! I looked back to my wife, unable
to disguise the expression of desire and satisfaction on my face. My wife's
own shocked expression was priceless.  
  
"I don't want a threesome, Alexis," I said again. "I want you to watch me fuck
my secretary."  
  
Alexis stared, wide-eyed, astonished, and, I hoped, more than a little hurt.
She was watching as her husband was getting a blow job from another woman. And
her husband was very obviously enjoying it. My wife made a choking sound in
her throat.  
  
I sagged back, smiling at the eagerness with which Emily gave head. "Oh, God,
Emily, you're so good at that," I said.  
  
"Mm-hmm," she moaned passionately around my dick, sucking harder, taking more
and more in her mouth. I gasped, arching my back. My wife watched with wide,
astonished eyes as my cock slid into Emily's throat, as my secretary pressed
her chin to my balls, her lips fluttering around the base of my shaft.  
  
I gasped as Emily kept my cock wrapped up in the tight, rippling tube of her
esophagus. _Oh, shit_! My secretary's throat was tighter than any pussy I had
ever fucked!  
  
Emily throat-fucked my cock for a moment longer, then slipped her mouth up
along my rod, thick saliva pouring out of her mouth and down my shaft. She
gasped, her wet mouth poised around the crown of my slick cock, and sucked up
all of her own spit with loud, slurping sounds. She gulped loudly, gasped
again, then plunged back down, bobbing rapidly and moaning eagerly all the
while, sucking my cock like a desperate woman.  
  
"Oh, God, Emily, if only I'd known . . . ." I said in rapture, enjoying the
most incredible blow job I had ever received.  
  
Emily slurped her mouth from my dick, her lips shiny and wet and dripping. She
stroked my cock rapidly with her fist, smacking it up and down. Her pretty
hazel eyes blazed up at me. "I've wanted you for so fucking long, Mr. Vansen,"
she said with passionate sincerity. The puffy nipples of her firm little tits
danced along my inner thighs as her breasts shook. "Long before you married
that _slut_."  
  
My wife gasped. "'Slut?'" she queried.  
  
I moaned, and pushed Emily back down. With a sexy, purring sound, she
willingly swallowed my cock once more, sliding all the way down to the root of
my cock. I looked to my wife as I grunted with pleasure.  
  
"See, baby?" I said. "She can take it all the way."  
  
"H-honey . . . ." bemoaned my wife, a pained look on her face. She tried to
move, but her bonds held her, and she fell forward. Her big tits mashed to the
carpet as she fell, letting out a grunt.  
  
Emily jerked her wet mouth from my dick, pumping it with her slick hand as she
looked to Alexis. Her chin was shiny with saliva. She licked her lips and
giggled at the sight of my helpless wife.  
  
"Your husband has an amazing cock, Mrs. Vansen," she gloated to my wife. "I'm
gonna make it shoot in my mouth. You gonna watch?"  
  
Alexis suddenly seethed, looking angry. "Get the fuck away from my husband!"
she shouted, struggling against the cuffs.  
  
Emily ignored her outburst, and grinned up at me. "Cum in my mouth, Mr.
Vansen," she whispered heatedly. "I know you want to. And I want it, too."  
  
I moaned, so incredibly turned on. I cupped Emily's pretty face, finding her
round cheeks, big hazel eyes and little button nose so erotically cute. She
was a girl and a woman at the same time. "Do you, Emily?" I asked her,
watching peripherally as Alexis squirmed on the floor, trying to get up. She
grunted and huffed in exasperation, glaring at us.  
  
Emily gave me an impassioned look, pumping my cock frantically while rolling
my swollen balls with her fingers. "Oh, so much," she said emphatically. "I
can't believe I'm finally sucking your dick. You don't know how much I've
wanted to do this for you, Mr. Vansen, how many times I've masturbated while
fantasizing about this."  
  
I smiled, then pulled her face toward mine. I kissed her soft, wet lips, and
my secretary swooned, moaning into my mouth as her tongue darted out to lick
my lips. Alexis gasped again.  
  
"Call me Daniel," I said to my hot secretary.  
  
Emily grinned. "Ohh, Daniel," she sighed rapturously, smiling sexily. Her eyes
glistened emotionally.  
  
"Don't you call him that!" screamed Alexis from the floor. "He's _my _husband!
And don't you fucking suck his dick! No! G-get your mouth off his—"  
  
"Shut up, Alexis!" I snapped fiercely as Emily went back down, hungrily
slurping and sucking once more, swiftly bobbing her head up and down and
stroking me to the rhythm of her hot, tight, sucking mouth. She made muffled
little whimpering noises as she anticipated my orgasm.  
  
Alexis gasped, looking to me. I had never raised my voice to her before. Her
green eyes trembled, and began swelling with tears. Anger was replaced with
pain, even fear.  
  
And still Emily's head pumped up and down, her lovely, unequaled mouth
bringing me closer and closer to orgasm. I leaned back, closing my eyes,
savoring the sensations as my secretary sucked and pulled, pumped and stroked,
rolling her mouth, massaging with her firm tongue, squeezing my cock and balls
with the sole intention of making me erupt in her mouth.  
  
"H-honey," I heard Alexis' strangled voice. She sniffled, then continued, her
words choked. "I-I know why you're doing this. B-Baby, I'm so sorry. I-I'll
never do it again, I p-promise! I know I was a selfish bitch, and you can
punish me any way you want, b-but not like this! Please, baby, not like this!"  
  
I could not deny that Alexis' sobbing, pained words touched me. Maybe she
meant what she said, and maybe she would have changed her ways if I had
stopped. But it was too late. I could not have stopped Emily if I wanted to,
and ultimately, I knew I didn't want to. Emily was just too good, and I was so
close . . . oh, fuck, so close!  
  
"Oh, baby! I'm gonna cum!" I cried, my body spasming, bucking my hips as my
cock throbbed in Emily's incredible mouth. My sexy little secretary moaned
eagerly, sucking as hard as she could, her hands gripping my hips as she
fucked her mouth wetly up and down my straining shaft.  
  
"Oh, God!" cried Alexis, sobbing, her face contorted. "Don't do it, baby . . .
."  
  
But I did. I groaned loudly, arching my back as my cock catapulted what had to
be the most satisfying orgasm I had ever experienced into Emily's mouth. My
semen surged, thick and hot, between her sucking lips, spurting over her
massaging tongue, filling her eager mouth. Emily jerked a little at the force
of my orgasm, sliding her hot mouth up until just the head of my ejaculating
cock was wrapped up by her lips. She sucked and pulled, drawing out every drop
of my sticky fluid, and moaned in appreciation.  
  
I writhed under her, holding Emily's head close, massaging her scalp as I
reveled in the intense sensation of cumming in her mouth. Emily kept sucking,
tugging on my dick with her mouth, squeezing my shaft tightly in her fist and
pushing up, making sure that every drop of sperm I had to give oozed into her
mouth. Her tongue felt incredible as it firmly caressed the underside of my
ejaculating dick. She made wet sucking sounds around the tip of my dick as she
swirled her tongue and kissed the oozing tip.  
  
I heard Alexis crying on the floor, and opened the heavy lids of my eyes. My
wife stared at us, a forlorn look on her wet face. Tears streamed down her
cheeks. She pleaded with her eyes.  
  
"Stop it, baby," she whispered. "Please. I'm so sorry. I-I promise I'll
change."  
  
I glared at my wife, even as Emily licked around my sensitive cock, her mouth
still full of cum. My secretary murmured, kissing my cock affectionately.  
  
"How many, Alexis?" I asked, panting, my heart pounding from my orgasm. "How
many men since you married me?"  
  
Alexis shuddered as she cried, lowering her head. "I-I'm so sorry," she
repeated.  
  
"You're _sorry_?" I cried bitterly. "How many?"  
  
Alexis shook a while longer, then finally lifted her tear-dripping face. She
took a deep breath, trying not to look at Emily as my secretary lovingly
licked up and down my spent dick, lapping away a last bubble of sperm from the
tip of my dick.  
  
"Th-three," said Alexis, her face contorted by pain.  
  
I gritted my teeth as my fears were confirmed. Not just one man, but _three_,
my wife had fucked while she was married to me. I knew then that I would never
trust her again. My love for her vanished in an instant.  
  
I took a deep breath, looking to the ceiling of my office. Then I chuckled
harshly, and looked back to Alexis. "You little fucking whore," I said acidly.
"Well, then. Guess I'll just have to fuck Emily until I cum two more times.
That should make us even."  
  
Alexis gasped, emitting a choking sound. Obviously, she had thought that by
coming clean, she would spare herself further embarrassment. She was wrong.  
  
Emily sat up, giving me a glowing smile around her mouthful. She quickly
tucked in her cheeks, finally swallowing my creamy load, and licked her glossy
lips. She gave me an excited look. "Goody!" she exclaimed girlishly, and
climbed up to straddle my lap. I smiled upon her, suddenly thinking, _my God,
here is this woman, who has been wanting me for three and a half years . . .
and to think how stupid I was for thinking I was in love with a selfish,
manipulative stripper._  
  
Emily stared into my eyes as she aligned my cock – not fully erect but still
impressive – with her smooth-shaved pussy and slowly sank down, her soft pink
lips spreading across the head of my dick. I sighed at the heat of her, at the
unbelievable tightness of my sexy, sweet secretary's vagina. She wiggled her
hips a little, eased up and down, letting her natural lubrication mingle with
the residual cum on my cock to make it slick. Finally, she shuddered and
groaned loudly in bliss as she pushed down, taking me all the way inside her.  
  
"Oh, Emily," I moaned, caressing her slender, taut body. I loved the contrast
of Emily's sleek, tight body to that of my wife. I bent my head, licking and
sucking her stiff, bright pink nipples. Her puffy areolas turned me on
immensely. They were so shiny and smooth, as if they had been buffed and
polished. I swirled my tongue around and around those raised mounds, making
Emily sigh in pleasure as she rode my cock, gliding up and down. She cradled
my head to her breasts, urging me to suck and lick her.  
  
Alexis cried as she watched us, unable to look away at what, for her, was the
end of our marriage. She finally understood.  
  
***  
  
Emily and I fucked for hours, barely cognizant of my wife on the floor, laying
on her side as she cried softly. I took Emily on the couch, holding her ankles
and splaying her legs wide as I thrust away; upon both chairs in various
positions, with Emily eagerly licking and sucking her own cream off my cock
after she came; doggy-style over my big mahogany desk as Emily gasped in
orgasm (I wouldn't have to replace the desk after all).  
  
As a final insult, I fucked my secretary right on the floor beside Alexis,
with Emily's legs curled back so her knees were practically buried in her own
arm pits, her squelching cunt close enough to Alexis' face that my wife could
see, hear, and smell my lover's pussy as I pounded her relentlessly. Emily's
orgasmic screams echoed in the office as she came over and over and over
again. I had never known a woman who came as much or as hard as my sexy little
secretary.  
  
I shot my second load deep inside Emily's pussy as she was astride me in
reverse-cowgirl on one of the chairs, making her sigh with satisfaction as she
felt it. Keeping me inside her, she scooped up my sperm with her fingers as it
oozed out around my dick, licking them clean repeatedly, keeping me hard with
the erotic, kinky sight.  
  
The third time I came, I pulled out and splattered Emily's firm, upturned tits
and cute little freckled face. Emily eagerly sucked my cock clean as I
straddled her chest on the floor, Alexis laying beside us, watching in a daze
as Emily's face dripped with sperm. Her body trembled as she listened to
Emily's soft, contented moans and sighs, the smacking of her sticky lips as I
slid my satisfied cock slowly in and out of her hot mouth.  
  
The sky outside the windows was dark by the time Emily and I finally got up.
She massaged the semen into her face, then licked her fingers, and giggled in
satisfaction as she headed to the bathroom to wash up. As Emily showered, I
knelt and picked up my wife.  
  
I released Alexis from her bonds, set her on the couch. She was like a limp
rag doll, letting me position her as I wanted. I sat down beside her, lit a
cigarette. The pungent aroma of sex was thick in the air. The entire room
smelled of pussy and cum.  
  
"I-It's . . . over, isn't it?" asked Alexis at last, her eyes wide as she
stared at the floor.  
  
I nodded, blew smoke. "Yes," I said.  
  
My wife took in a deep breath, let it out. Her eyes were red and swollen as
she looked to me. "C-can I have one?" she asked me timidly.  
  
I fished out another cigarette, gave it to her. I lit her smoke, and Alexis
brought it away from her lips with trembling fingers. Her eyes fell back to
the floor.  
  
"I-I kept th-thinking," she said, as if talking to herself. She shuddered as
she held back tears. "Wh-why do it? I-I mean, you were everything I wanted."  
  
"I thought that, too," I said. I stared at her face in profile. "I was good to
you, Alexis. I treated you better than ninety percent of the husbands out
there. I _loved _you. And you _still _betrayed me."  
  
Alexis trembled, crying softly again. She squeezed her eyes shut, grinding her
teeth. I stood, looking for an ashtray.  
  
"And what the fuck was that?" Alexis cried, making me turn around to face her.
The scene suddenly appeared comical to me; after all, we were both still
naked.  
  
"What was what?" I asked.  
  
"That!" spat Alexis, suddenly angry as she glared at me, gesturing with her
arms. "Fucking that . . . that _bimbo_, right in front of me! I cheated on
_you_? You cheated on _me_!" She suddenly laughed ruefully. "Oh, aren't the
lawyers gonna love that shit, huh? Just wait till they find out—"  
  
"Find out what?" I asked calmly, cutting her off. I'd had a feeling my wife
would try this, as the last act of a desperate soul. "You've no proof. Just
your word against mine. Emily won't admit to anything. Meanwhile, I _do _have
proof of _your _infidelity. Your panties with another man's semen on them. And
your cell-phone, with all those calls logged into it. I know people who can
break your password."  
  
Alexis glanced furtively to her purse. She had not noticed that, when Emily
had gotten up, she had rifled through my wife's expensive handbag for the
phone.  
  
"That's mine!" exclaimed Alexis indignantly.  
  
I chuckled, smoked my cigarette. "No, it isn't. I pay for it," I said. "It's
mine."  
  
Alexis shook desperately. "N-no! No! This isn't fair! I'm your wife! I
deserve—"  
  
"You don't _deserve _jack shit!" I barked loudly, making Alexis flinch. I
glared at her. "What, you thought you'd marry a rich guy, screw around on him,
then get half his money in a divorce?"  
  
I stepped closer and sneered upon my wife's trembling face. "You don't know
_fuck _about the law. _I do_. You try to sue, and I'll hold everything in
probate until the cows come home, and you won't _ever _see a God damned penny.
And don't think you can use all those credit cards in your purse. I spent all
morning taking you off every single account. You try to buy even a stick of
gum with one of those cards, and it's fraud. That's a federal offense, honey.
Don't make it worse for yourself by becoming a criminal."  
  
Alexis stared back, intensely fearful. "I-I'm broke?" she cried, incredulous
and fearful. Her face contorted again. "Wh-what am I gonna do? You can't do
this!"  
  
I tapped ash off my cigarette. "Already done," I said. I sighed. "I wish it
didn't have to come to this, Alexis, but you didn't give me any choice. I
offered you a life, and a good one at that. You repaid me by being selfish and
conniving. You thought you could do whatever you want, and keep me happy by
spreading your legs once in a while. Well, I hate to tell you this, babe, but
pussy don't make the world go 'round."  
  
Alexis huffed, staring down, stunned. Her life, as she knew it, was over. She
smoked her cigarette silently, hands shaking, letting the ash fall to the
floor. I figured I could just vacuum it up later, and didn't say anything.  
  
My wife was beaten, and she knew it. I bent, gathered up her clothes, tossed
them to her.  

"Get dressed," I said.  
  
***  
  
My lawyer met us at the house at nine-thirty that night. Numbly, knowing she
had no recourse, Alexis signed the document that officially dissolved our
marriage. Then she signed another that stated she would seek no civil action
against me, and had no claim whatsoever to my estate.  
  
But I was not completely heartless toward the wife who had betrayed me. As I
showed her to the door, a taxi waiting outside, I handed my former wife a
check for ten thousand dollars. She gave me tentative look as she slowly took
it.  
  
"I never want to see you again," I said, holding back my emotions. "Go away.
Go back home, move someplace else, I don't care. But go away."  
  
Alexis trembled, eyes welling once more. She tried to reach for me, but I
blocked her hand.  
  
"I still love you," she said emotionally.  
  
I stared back. "But I don't love you, Alexis," I said. "I did, once. You
ruined that."  
  
My former wife stared at me, trying not to cry. But with a sudden, choking
sob, she ran to the cab and jerked the door open. I stared after the
retreating sedan as it slowly coasted away. I took a deep breath, let it out.  
  
"I'm sorry, Dan," came my lawyer's voice as he stepped up beside me. "I
thought she was a great gal."  
  
I nodded. "Yeah, so did I." Then I turned and headed back into the house.  
  
***  
  
I went back to work, immersed myself in the operations of my business. My
employees, investment partners, and friends all offered their consolations. A
few jokingly asked me if I had Alexis' phone number. I laughed them off. I
never did find out who, exactly, my wife had fucked while she was with me. I
didn't really care to.  
  
It took several months, but I got over the pain of my divorce. And when I did
. . . .  
  
Emily had been waiting patiently for me since that day in the office, when she
had been my accomplice in my plot of revenge against my wife. She remained my
secretary, and never mentioned the events of that afternoon, even though, from
time to time, I caught her giving me wistful, longing looks.  
  
And I never stopped thinking about her. Maybe Emily was a slender little imp,
sexy and also tomboyish, but I could not deny that I felt something deep and
true for her. She had always been there, not just as my secretary, but as my
friend. I knew she'd had her chances for better jobs, but she had never taken
them. And I finally realized why.  
  
She was in love with me, and had always been.  
  
"Emily," I said into the intercom of the inter-office phone one day. "Could
you come in here for a moment? I need you to take some dictation."  
  
A moment later, Emily appeared, professional in her demeanor. She sat down in
one of the padded chairs before my desk, crossing her legs and settling her
steno pad upon her knee. She gave me an expectant look, behind which I could
sense something else . . . something primal and passionate and incredibly
arousing.  
  
"To Whom It May Concern," I said, leaning back in my desk chair. "Let it be
known that Daniel S. Vansen is willing to proclaim his love for the one woman
in his life who has always been there for him . . . ."  
  
Emily scribbled as she wrote quickly in shorthand, then faltered. She jerked
her head up, staring at me, suddenly breathless. Her face colored, and her
breathing became deep and labored. Her hazel eyes stared at me, wide and round
and wet.  
  
"M-Mr. Vansen?" she asked in a soft little voice.  
  
I looked to her, smiling. "You know, Emily," I said. "You're really going to
have start calling me Daniel. Especially if you're going to be my wife."  
  
She gasped, looking startled. She worked her mouth like a goldfish taken out
of its bowl. "W-w-w-wife?" she stammered.  
  
I just smiled.  
  
Emily slowly grinned, her sexy, pink lips stretching wide. With an excited
cry, she lurched up from her chair and scrambled across my desk, grabbing me
and sliding onto my lap, straddling me. She cried and laughed and hugged me
tightly, pressing her mouth to mine. She moaned desperately as she kissed me.  
  
"Oh, God, if that's your way of proposing—"  
  
"It is," I said, staring at my bouncy, girlish secretary. Almost thirty, and
she looked and acted like a giggling, sixteen-year-old cheerleader. Damn, was
she sexy!  
  
Emily cried, shaking, kissing me passionately as she tugged on my clothes.
"Oh, God, Daniel," she muttered, trembling with excitement and arousal. "The
only thing I can say is, yes! Yes! _Yes_!"  
  
Well, Emily cried out that same impassioned word quite often that afternoon,
enough that pretty much everyone in the entire warehouse knew what was going
on. Not that Emily really cared as she bounced up and down on my pole, making
my desk chair creak and moan as she came over and over. She finally hopped off
me and sucked my pussy-flavored penis, gulping down my cum as it spurted
wildly in my mouth. Then she begged me to fuck her some more.  
  
Emily and I got married exactly one year later, on the anniversary of the day
that I proposed to her. By then, she was already three months pregnant, and
she gave birth to our baby boy Nathan after a mere five hours of labor.  
  
The transition of secretary to wife was pretty easy for Emily; she knew a lot
about my business as it was, and fell easily into the role of business
partner. In a strange sort of twist, Emily drew up a prenuptial contract that
proved to me that she was not after my money. She never had been. She had
always just wanted me.  
  
Still, I shower her with gifts, spoil her with vacations. Emily is an
enthusiastic and energetic lover, who can't go a single day without at least
some form of sex. She told me that, the entire time she was my secretary, more
than two years, she never had a boyfriend. She said she was waiting for me,
and had known, through a Tarot reading, that I was the one for her.  
  
Mysticism aside, I could not be happier with my eager wife. Even now, at
thirty-five, Emily looks at least ten years younger. She is simply one of
those women who is naturally youthful and energetic. Hell, sometimes her
breathless lovemaking is too much for me.  
  
Our children, Nathan and Nicole, are now seven and four years old. We love our
children deeply, and dote on them constantly. I am a happy man, with a full
and satisfied life: a loving, horny wife, two happy, healthy children, and a
lucrative, successful business. I have more than I could want.  
  
As for Alexis . . . .  
  
My ex-wife went back home for a while, lived with her mother as she returned
to stripping. About a year after our divorce, I happened to catch, quite by
accident, a twenty-second clip on an adult porn site that featured Alexis
getting fucked in the ass by a well-hung black guy. Over the course of the
following couple of years, I found more clips of my ex-wife on a variety of
adult websites. I watched her receiving anal and vaginal creampies, facials,
and swallowing cum over and over. The scenes, at times, aroused me, and at
times made me depressed.  
  
Emily saw some of the clips (she and I watched porn together now and then),
and understood what I felt. She repeatedly told me that it wasn't my fault
that Alexis had become such a slut. Whatever happened to Alexis, she said, it
was all her doing.  
  
I finally emailed my ex-wife, once 'Alexis Sweet' got her own website that
featured weekly updates of her in a new porno scene, and scheduled video-chat
times in which she would strip down and masturbate on camera.  
  
It was a while before she emailed me back. I was actually surprised when she
did.  
  
"Daniel,  
  
I never thought I would hear from you again. I almost wish I wouldn't,
especially not like this. Yes, I'm an Internet slut. Maybe that sounds harsh,
but I am what I am. I'm enjoying it, I really am. Maybe you didn't want to
hear that, maybe you figured I was on drugs all the time and doing this to get
my fix. But, to be honest, I love it, and the only drugs I do are nicotine and
little alcohol. I love every fucking second of what I do. This is what I am,
and I've finally accepted it. Some girls were just born to be sluts, I guess.  
  
I'm glad you're happy with Emily. I can't say I'm surprised you married her. I
saw the way you looked at her that day, and it was pretty damn obvious to me
that she wasn't just hot for you, she was in love. I wish you both the best.  
  
Do me a favor, Daniel. Don't email me again. I love you, and I will always
love you. No other man on the planet could take your place in my heart. You
were my one and only husband, and I will never get married again. I know I
ruined a perfect marriage, but in a strange sort of way, I realize it had to
happen that way. Not that I'm glad I hurt you. I think about that every day,
and sometimes it makes me cry. But now that I know you're with someone who
truly loves you, and you're happy, makes me feel a little better. I don't cry
so much anymore.  
  
Please, my Baby, my Husband. Don't contact me again. I am glad you did, just
so I could tell you all this, but I don't want to hear from you again. You
have your life, and I have mine, and, as they say, never the twain shall meet.
We're both happy, and let's just leave it at that.  
  
Good-bye, Daniel. And, as strange as it sounds, thank you."  
  
Emily read that message with me, looking over my shoulder. My wife gave me a
small smile.  
  
"See?" she said. "It all worked out."  
  
I smiled back. Indeed it did.  
  
_-finis-_




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