I just sat there for a couple of minutes, letting the silence rest between us. She finally answered me after thinking about it for a couple of minutes, “I guess I just like something new sometimes. I am not unhappy with what we have, I love you more than ever, but I like different men. I am so sorry; I guess that makes me evil.”
“Hmm, so how many men have you done this with,” I asked her. “When did you start doing this?”
She turned red again; I could feel myself getting pissed. “I asked you how many men have you fucked, or sucked while we have been married.”
Her face showed fear and the power I had over her was more of a turn on than I expected. I could feel my cock getting hard again. I glowered at her and finally she started to talk, “I don’t know.”
I cut her off, “You don’t know because you have fucked so many you can’t keep track, or you don’t know because you are a stupid slut?”
“Six, OK, six men.”
“Name them,” I demanded
“A couple of guys at work…”
“A couple of guys who?” I said back to her.
“Alan and Jason”
“Fuck that dickhead Jason?” You let him fuck you? Who else?”
“Ray next door, the pizza delivery guy, I don’t know his name
“Well no shit,” I said. “No wonder he looks disappointed every time I answer the door. And that dumbass Ray, how the fuck could you not be more selective than that? Who else?”
“The Mexican pool guy and Bob”
My fucking brother Bob?” I stared at her with an evil glare.
“Yes,” she says finally.
“When the fuck did that happen?”
“When you were out of town a few months ago, I did not mean for it to happen. He came over to go out to dinner with me, we drank some wine, and it just happened. I mean I wanted him to do it with me, it was not his fault. I try to stop, I try not to think about it, but I always do. I am not sure why, I am sorry,” and then she burst into tears.
My cock was a rock hard pole bobbing in my lap as I looked at my wife in a new way. She was begging me not to leave her, telling me that she loved me. I just looked at her, enjoying the power I had over her. I could not figure out why I was not just pissed off, instead I was turned on and pissed off, which was a very strange emotional combination.
Then she looked at me and said, “I won’t do it again if you tell me not to. Maybe I can go see a shrink or something. Just tell me what to do and I will do it.” |