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Subject: {ASSM} Shock Discovery (M+/F, wife, cuck, dr, nc)
Date: Sun, 29 Jun 2003 21:10:06 -0400
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Shock Discovery
by Scorpio00155(c)

I sat staring wide eyed with shock at the TV screen, though I was
staring at the screen I wasn't really taking in what it was showing
any more.  Lord knows how long I sat in that numbed state, but it was
only the `clunk' and auto-rewinding of the tape in the VCR that
brought me semi-back to my senses.  The tape had been leant to me by a
work colleague and he had said that it had been shot by a friend of
his the previous weekend, I'd known the contents were porno when I
took it from him and had actually looked forward to watching it while
my wife was at her sister's.  When the tape had started the action was
already underway and I had been both intrigued and turned on by the
scene of a mature, but damned attractive woman being fucked by three
guys at once.  What with all the action going on around the woman it
wasn't possible to see her face properly until the guy in her mouth
came then moved away.

That was the point at which I had gone into shock, the woman being
fucked and showing every sign of enjoying what was being done to her
was none other than my wife of 25 years, Ruth!  Ruth had been a virgin
when we'd married and although I had not been I wasn't what could be
called `experienced', but I did enjoy sex.  Only Ruth had not been
that enthusiastic about the act, nor had her attitude changed with
time, 25 years on and we still only made love once a week, with the
lights out and in the standard missionary position.  I had tried to
broaden our lovemaking, but Ruth would have none of it, which left me
mostly wanking away on a nightly basis in the solitude of the
bathroom.  So was it any wonder that I was stunned at the sight of my
wife who had denied me so much pleasure over the years enjoying the
attentions of a group of men in every orifice of her body.  The irony
was that despite my supposedly higher sex drive I had not cheated on
my wife once in all our years of marriage, and I'd had plenty of
opportunities along the way let me tell you, but I had loved her too
much to betray her in that way.

"Fuck it!" I cursed into the empty room.

As the minutes passed my shock turned towards anger and a deep feeling
of betrayal, oddly I found myself thinking that discovering my wife's
infidelity would not have been so bad if she'd shared some of her
sluttish actions with me.  Getting to my feet I did what any cuckolded
male does in such a situation, I grabbed a bottle of booze, which,
under normal circumstances, was also something Ruth rationed me on
since she claimed not to like the smell of booze on my breath. 
Looking at the bottle of whiskey in my hand I felt anger bubbling up
in me even more, normally what was left in the bottle would have had
to last another full two weeks, but not that night.  That night I
poured a full tumbler of the fiery liquid and drank it down in four
hefty gulps that left me coughing, but it did the trick in that the
last of my numbness faded in the heat of the liquor.  Looking at the
blank TV screen I swore and poured another tumbler full of whiskey
then sat down and started the tape going again.

This time I watched the tape all the way through, it was only an hour
long and the taping had clearly started well after the fun and games
had got under way and was still going on after the tape ran out.  I
watched, seething inside, as my wife catered to the every whim and
desire of the men with her, in all that had been four men with only
three in view at any one time.  She'd sucked them off, a thing that
had caused a row between us the one and only time I'd suggested the
idea.  They buggered her, they took her singly and in groups and in
every conceivable position and she had appeared to love every damned
moment of it.  By the time the tape came to an end I was so mad I
could have committed murder yet at the same time so depressed that I
could have taken my own life.

"Damn the bitch!" I cursed semi-drunkenly.

Then a thought came to me, the tape had been shot the previous weekend
at a time my wife had told me she was going to see her sister, she was
supposedly at her sister's again that night, but was she?  For 25
years I had trusted Ruth, but now I had to know, was she where she had
said she would be or was she off being royally fucked again?  Picking
up the phone I dialled the number for my sister-in-law, after a couple
of rings it was answered by my brother-in-law.

"Tom?" I said into the instrument "It's Bill, can I speak to Ruth."

"Ruth?" came the reply. "We weren't expecting her tonight Bill."

"Oh, I thought she said she was going to visit you." I responded
choking back the bile in my throat "I must have misheard her.  Maybe I
was thinking of last week."

"I don't think so, hang on." Tom replied.

He must have put his hand over the mouthpiece, but I heard his muffled
shout to his wife to which she must have replied.

"Still there Bill?" Tom said a few moments later "Mary says Ruth
hasn't been over for four weeks now, she was wondering if she was
okay."

"She's fine," I said between gritted teeth "I'll let her know Mary's
worried about her when I see her."

"Okay, thanks." Tom responded.

Saying my goodbyes I hung up, drained my glass and poured another
tumbler full of whiskey.  Seething I got up and stalked around the
room while I drank, I had no idea what I was going to do about this
situation in the long term, but I knew that night there was no way I
would be able to sleep in the same room as my wife.  Lurching upstairs
I made up the bed in the spare room, grabbed some pyjamas and tossed
them on the bed then went back to the living room where I continued
drinking until almost one in the morning.  It was the sound of the
front door closing that brought my sorrowful binge to an end, my
ever-loving wife Ruth was finally home.

"Good God Bill," Ruth exclaimed almost the moment she entered the
living room "you've been drinking, you know how much I hate the smell
of whiskey."

"Don't bloody worry," I retorted draining the last of my whiskey "you
won't have to put up with the smell of it; I'm sleeping in the spare
room."

Before she could get over the surprise of my comment I pushed past her
and went upstairs to bed.  A few minutes later Ruth opened the spare
room door catching me in the process of fighting with my trousers.

"What the hell has got into you Bill?" she asked angrily from the
doorway.

"Leave me alone woman ... oof." I replied just as angrily as I fell onto
the bed.

Kicking my trousers across the room I glared at Ruth with murder in my
heart, she was staring at me as though I'd slapped her in the face. 
Her reaction was understandable since I had rarely raised my voice
with her in all the years we'd known each other.  She opened her mouth
to speak, raising a hand I swore at her, her face paled and she rushed
from the room, with what sounded distinctly like a sob, leaving the
door open behind her.  Staggering across the room I slammed the door
shut then almost fell into bed where I dropped into a drunken slumber
that was filled with dreams of my wife, a group of men and them all
pointing and laughing at me while they fucked.

"Oh God." I groaned awake somewhere around eight in the morning.

My head was pounding, my mouth felt as though it was full of cotton
wool and my teeth itched and all these sensations increased as I
slowly sat up.  Goodness knows how long I sat on the side of the bed
with my pounding head in my hands, but eventually I began to feel
somewhat alive, dragging my aching body to the bathroom I took a long
slow shower with an aspirin chaser and headed back to the main bedroom
to get dressed.  As I dressed the events of the previous night flooded
back to me and the rising anger dispelled the last of my hangover. 
When I eventually made my way downstairs I could hear Ruth moving
around in the kitchen, I was in no mood to confront her, but I needed
coffee.

"Well," she huffed as I entered the kitchen "what was all that about. 
I don't know what got into you Bill."

Glaring at her I made myself a coffee then sat at the kitchen table,
as I sipped at the hot brew my wife carried on talking giving me a
full frontal lecture about my conduct of the night before.  As her
nagging lecture went on my anger grew hotter and hotter until I
finally reached a breaking point.

"Shut up!" I shouted at her and flung the half full cup across the
room to shatter on the wall opposite.

"Bill!" Ruth gasped, her face going ashen.

I looked at her standing there pressed back against the work surface
as though in horror and for a moment my anger faded a little.  At 45
Ruth was even more beautiful than she had been when we had first met,
her shoulder length black hair didn't have a trace of grey, and her
figure had become softer yet in a sexy way.  My eyes moved slowly down
then up her body noting her perfectly shaped 36 inch bust, the gentle
inward taper of her waist and the flare of her hips.  I'd virtually
worshipped this woman for 25 years, I'd put up with her ways, put up
with the difference in our sex drives, virtually gave up drinking to
please her.  Then the memories of what I'd seen on that damned tape
flooded back and my anger flared back up again.  Wordlessly I crossed
the kitchen to her, took one of her arms in a painful grip and all but
dragged her from the kitchen to the living room.

"Bill," she protested as I all but threw her onto the couch in front
of the TV "what the hell has got into you!"

"Don't say another word ..." I said in a low voice, then added "bitch!"

"Bill!" she gasped.

"Shut up or I swear ..." I spat at her, half raising a hand as though to
strike her.

Ruth shrank away from me with fear in her eyes, I had never struck her
before, but she must have sensed that I was crazy enough to do
violence at that point in time.  Shaking her head she looked at me as
though I were a total madman, which perhaps I was that moment, despite
that she didn't stay quiet.

"Bill," she almost whispered, "darling, whatever it is that's wrong we
can get you some help.  We can work it out darling.  What is this all
about Bill, please tell me."

"Don't you dare use the word `darling' to me," I spat at her "you
damned slut!  You want to know what this is all about do you?  Well
I'll show you!"

The tape was still in the VCR where I had left it the previous night,
turning the TV and VCR on I set the tape playing.  Ruth looked at the
screen and frowned, clearly she didn't immediately recognise either
the action or those involved.

"Is this about porn?" she asked looking up at me.

"Just bloody well watch it," I snapped back "you'll see soon enough
what this is about."

She looked back at the screen in time to see the cock being removed
from the woman's mouth and the man stepping away.  Ruth gave a
strangled gasp and went whiter than snow, for a long minute she stared
at herself being fucked on the TV screen then looked up at me with
horror written in her eyes.  Shaking her head as though in denial Ruth
opened her mouth as though to speak, but nothing came out.

"You wanted to know what this was about," I growled, "now you know. 
Now you fucking know!"

Tears were suddenly streaming down Ruth's face, she tried to speak
again but all that came out was a wracking sob.

"All this time," I went on "25 bloody years and all I get is an
occasional quickie from you, but you seem quick enough to fuck
everyone else!"

"No!" she cried out "Bill, please I've never ..."

"Don't fucking lie woman," I cut off her words "there you are doing
it, look at it, right there caught on tape fucking three or four
bloody men in ways you've screamed at me for even hinting at.  How
bloody long has this been going on?  How long?"

"Bill, it's not like that, you've got to believe me!" she pleaded.

"Believe you!" I laughed wryly "That's a joke.  I've bloody believed
you for 25 years only to find out that you've been betraying me.  What
was it, I was a good meal ticket but not good enough to fuck?  Did you
ever love me at all Ruth?"

My words were cruel, but I was hurting and she was the cause of that
hurt.  But having spoken the words I did begin to wonder about our
relationship, had Ruth ever truly loved me?  Looking at her crying her
eyes out on the couch I wondered whether her tears were from guilt or
from having been caught.

"Well?" I snapped when she didn't answer me "Damn it Ruth, you tell me
it's not like that, but that tape gives the lie to your words.  Look
at yourself, look at you taking those men in ways I've could only
dream of and loving it!  How the hell did you expect me to feel after
seeing this side of you?"

As I spoke Ruth was shaking her head in denial, in the background the
sounds of her pleasure came from the TV speakers.  As I drew to a
breathless halt Ruth came from the couch and knelt in front of me, her
face raised pleadingly to look at mine.

"Please Bill," she finally managed to sob out "that tape, it isn't the
truth."

"Jesus!" I exploded "What kind of a fool do you take me for?  Are you
trying to make me believe that's not you lying there being fucked by
some guy I have never seen before?  Christ woman, you're practically
begging him to fuck you!"

"You have to let me explain," Ruth wailed "please Bill you have to
listen."

"You still haven't answered my questions," I spat back "Did you ever
love me Ruth?"

"God yes!" she cried out "I love you so much it hurts at times."

I had been looking right into her eyes as she spoke and through her
despair I saw something else.

"Hah!" I responded a little uncertain for the first time "And that's
how you show it?  And how about how long this has been going on?"

She looked down as though avoiding my accusing glare, but then her
head came up again, her eyes looking right into mine.

"Four weeks." She said in a low sobbing voice.

The room seemed to spin with her admission, my knees suddenly felt
weak and I stepped away from Ruth to collapse into an armchair.  She
looked at my retreat from her with even greater despair, tears
brimming and flowing in a steady stream as she knelt on the living
room floor like an abandoned waif.  The anger in me had vanished to be
replaced by depression, my eyes became blurred and when I rubbed at
them my fingers came away damp.

"Bill," Ruth spoke quietly through her sobs "those things ... that tape
... I didn't do it all willingly."

As she spoke her voice sounded in an orgasmic cry from the TV, I
glanced at the screen then looked back at her.

"Sounds like it." I sighed "It seems I was never man enough to make
you happy.  I suppose the best thing is for me to ..."

"NO!" she almost screamed "No Bill, don't say it, I'd die if you left
me."

"And how do you think I feel right now." I retorted feeling anger
bubbling up again "They" I said waving at the TV "seem to be able to
make you happier than I ever could, what do you think that says to me?
 "

Ruth collapsed in near hysterical crying on the carpet and all I could
do was sit there and stare numbly at her.  Five minutes passed before
she looked up at me again, even through her despair she looked
beautiful.

"Bill," she croaked "they did make me ... climax ..., but ..."

"But what?" I snapped at her.

"But I didn't want them to!" she cried out "They used me Bill, they ..."

"Used you?"  I said in disbelief "Christ Ruth, that excuse might work
if it had been the once, but you went back for more!"

"I had to!" she cried out "Don't you understand, I had to keep going
back, I had to keep doing what they wanted."

"Because they satisfied you like I never could." I commented with a
sigh of sadness.

"No!" she protested "Because they threatened to tell you about ... all
this."

Her voice faded out with the last three words, I stared at her not
knowing what to think.  Looking at the screen I saw Ruth
enthusiastically sucking away on a man's prick; looking at my wife I
saw her crouched on the floor in tearful sorrow.  I just couldn't seem
to think straight, but she seemed to be saying that she had been
blackmailed into sex with these men.

"What are you saying Ruth," I asked feeling confused "that you were
blackmailed into this?"

"Yes!" she cried, "That is exactly what I am saying."

"What the hell could they use to blackmail you Ruth?" I responded
sharply.

"That I had sex with one of them." She virtually whispered, then went
on in a rush before I could comment. "But I don't remember it
happening Bill, I swear it!  All I know is that I went to a bar to get
a soft drink before going to see Mary and woke up in a strange man's
bed ... naked ... and ... oh Bill, he told me I'd begged him to do it, he
said he had three friends as witnesses."

Her desperate words had the ring of truth about them, but I was still
unsure, though Ruth had never given me reason to doubt her before, or
so I had thought.  Had she been doped with one of those date rape
drugs the media is always full of or had she picked this man up for
her own reasons?  How could I tell if she was telling me the truth or
not when she had been with the man and his friends at least three
times since that first incident, when she had lied to me on at least
three subsequent occasions.  Part of me wanted to believe her, but
that damned tape was going in the background and her joyous cries made
my doubts all the stronger.  Then a thought occurred to me.

"But how could he blackmail you" I asked "if he didn't know anything
about you?"

"But they did know," she sobbed, "I think he must have gone through my
handbag while I was asleep, but he knew who I was, where I lived and
about you.  Bill he swore he would tell you everything about that
night if I didn't see him again."

"So why didn't you tell him to stick it," I demanded "or tell me
yourself come to that?"

"I couldn't," she cried "I knew it would hurt you and I never wanted
that to happen."

"Christ!" I exclaimed "And you don't think I'm hurting now?  You've
lied to me already Ruth, don't you think that hurts? How many times
have you met this man and his friends?"

"I've only met his friends twice," she sobbed "but I've been with him
four times including that first time."

"So you've lied to me at least four times," I sighed "and God alone
how many other times before that ..."

"No Bill," she gasped out "I've never lied to you before!  I beg you
to believe me, I've never done anything like this before and I didn't
want to do it now, but Roy swore he'd tell you about ... about ... he
swore he'd tell you if I didn't go along with him."

"Jesus Ruth," I snapped at her "didn't it occur to you that every time
you saw the man his hold on you became tighter?"

"I know," she sobbed "but after the second time I was in so deep I
couldn't think of anything else to do.  Bill. I was so stupid, but I
was desperate to keep you from being hurt and now everything is
falling apart, this is my worst nightmare come true!"

"What happened the second time that put you in so `deep'?" I asked
dreading the answer.

"I ... he took pictures of me ... us," she sobbed out softly "while we
were ..."

"Ruth," I said sharply "just tell it from the start.  Start with how
this second meeting came about?"

Slowly, with long pauses Ruth told me how this man Roy had telephoned
her during the week, how he had used that first night, which Ruth was
adamant she did not remember, to make her meet him on the following
Saturday afternoon.  He had got her to go to his flat and had met her
at the door dressed only in a pair of briefs.  She had gone into the
flat and followed him to the bedroom with reluctance then had accepted
a glass of wine with equal reluctance.  Roy had apparently barely let
her sip the wine before suggesting she got `more comfortable'.

"When he said that," she said so softly I had to lean forward in my
chair to hear her "I froze up.  Then he reached for the telephone
while reciting our number, I knew he meant to ring you and I knew I
had to do what he wanted.  Bill I had no choice, you have to believe
me dar ..."

"Don't even think that word," I cut her short "just get on with it."

She continued her tale after a few despairing sobs, in a low voice
Ruth told me how she had undressed for this man who had then had her
sit close to him on the bed.  He had then kissed her, at the same time
he touched her body, his motions were not gentle or loving and Ruth
claimed that she had felt repulsed by his touches.  After a few
minutes of this Roy had suggested she lie on the bed and pose for him,
he'd warned her that she had better act as though she were having a
good time because if she didn't please him he would be straight on the
phone to `your loving husband'.  She claimed that she hadn't realised
that he was going to take pictures, but after he had her take up the
first pose he produced a camera and snapped a shot, he spent the next
twenty minutes posing her and taking pictures, each pose raunchier
than the one before.  Ruth looked pathetic when she admitted that Roy
had got her to finger herself for those pictures, an act she claimed
never to have done before.

"Did you enjoy it?" I asked out of curiosity. "Touching yourself that
is."

"After a while," she admitted reluctantly "yes."

Having taken his pictures Roy had put the camera on a tripod and
joined her on the bed, he kissed and played with her body for a while
then had rolled onto his back.  Ruth could barely describe the way he
had pulled her over on top of him then had her sit on his cock; she'd
done it, but had sat motionless on top of him until Roy had warned of
the consequences again.  As she went on to describe how she had ridden
this man's cock I felt jealousy rising in me, which re-ignited the
fires of anger in me again.

"Did you like it?" I asked brusquely. "Did you climax for him?"

"Bill, please don't make me say these things." she pleaded

"Just answer the damned questions!" I retorted.

"Yes," she admitted with her head hung as though in shame "I did like
it, I wished it was you there under me I really did Bill.  And no, I
didn't climax for him, not that night."

I stared at my wife as though she'd grown an extra head; she saw my
look and covered her face with her hands as she sobbed out her
anguish.

"If you had wished it were me under you," I almost hissed after a long
silence "why the hell didn't you do it with me at home?  Christ you
know how much I've wanted us to try other positions, but you've always
slapped me down."

"Bill I couldn't do it with you," she wailed, "if I did you would have
dug out what had made me do it."

"Oh great," I almost spat at her "what a wonderful excuse to keep me
sexually uptight while you find out how good sex can be.  Jesus, all
the opportunities I've wasted in the past because I `respected' and
`loved' you too much to betray you."

"Oh God, Bill, he made me do it!" she cried despairingly.

"He made you?" I said spitefully "Or it gave you an excuse to act the
slut?"

She looked at me horrified, totally unable to believe that I could
think such a thing of her, but I was thinking it and I still couldn't
figure out what to believe.

"So was that it?" I asked.

"Yes." She replied "He didn't even let me clean up afterwards; I had
to come home to you with his semen still in me.  I almost had a heart
attack when I got home and you suggested we made love, I had to tell
you I had a headache ..."

"Yet another lie." I said harshly. "Get on with it.  What happened the
third time you met him?"

"Bill," she wept, "you can see what happened, I didn't know they were
taping it all."

"Yes, I can see part of what happened," I said "but the tape starts
and ends mid action.  When it started you were already climaxing for
them, and don't try to con me that you were faking that, you kept on
cumming for them all the time they were filming."

Bawling Ruth told me how she had gone to the flat at Roy's summons,
how she had been greeted not just by Roy, but also by three other men
in their underwear.  Roy had her strip as soon as she was in the door,
then they had all started to kiss and touch her.

"And you loved it!" I spat out.

"No, not at first." Ruth sobbed "Bill, please, you have to believe me
when I tell you I didn't want to be there or to be excited by these
men.  Only ... after a while ... Bill, I just couldn't seem to stop it
happening, their hands were all over me and so were their mouths, then
they laid me on the floor and one of them pushed his cock right into
me while the others carried on kissing and fondling me.  Oh God, can
you ever forgive me Bill, they made me climax, I had never felt
anything like it before, it was as though I had lost my mind and I ... I
... lost any resistance ... Bill please don't look at me like that, I
couldn't ..."

"Help it?" I finished for.

I felt sick, enraged, depressed, and jealous and, to my confusion,
aroused by her tearful confession.  But it was the painful knowledge
that someone other than me had finally got to excite my wife to the
heights of pleasure that filled me with the most hurt.

"So you let them fuck you and film it" I hissed at my prostrate wife
"like some cheap porno slut!  You let them give you the pleasure I've
wanted to give you all these years only you refused me the
opportunity."

"Bill, please!" she wailed.

"'Bill, please'" I mocked her "with him it was `Roy fuck me', but with
me it's `just get it over with Bill', `not know Bill'. Chreeist!!  And
I suppose you were fucking them again last night, giving them all the
pleasure you've denied me for 25 years!  Was your cunt full of their
cum when you finally remembered to come home to me?  Is your cunt
still tingling with the pleasure they gave you while you try to
convince your fucking stupid husband that `you didn't want to do
it'!?" lowering my voice I spat at her "And how long would you have
carried on letting them fuck your brains out while still denying me
the same pleasure if I hadn't found out?  Well?"

Ruth could only crouch there shaking her head and looking mortified, I
felt torn in two, I loved this woman but could I ever trust her again,
could I even bear to be with her again?

"Please Bill, don't say that, God, please don't say it!" Ruth suddenly
yelped out.

I looked at her in surprise unaware that I had actually spoken my last
thoughts aloud.  I'm not sure what would have happened next if the
telephone hadn't started to ring, but I was leaning towards telling
Ruth that I wanted a divorce.  The way I felt I had no intention of
talking to anyone and I harshly told my wife to do it, she sobbed but
pick up the instrument.  Suddenly she was waving at me to pick up the
extension, curious I did as she had signalled and heard a man's voice
on the line.

"... like you visit us again tomorrow Ruth," he was saying "come over at
about two and dress `light'."

"Roy?" I mouthed at Ruth who nodded an affirmative before answering
the man on the phone.

"No Roy," she said in a strained voice "I can't, I won't."

"Oh I don't know about that love," the man replied with a malicious
sound to his voice "after all I have witnesses, photos and even a
little video tape your hubby might be interested in."

"Roy," she pleaded with him while looking at me through tear filled
eyes "please don't.  I told you before I can't keep doing this to my
husband."

"Yeah," Roy's voice sneered "and you told us how much you loved the
jerk, but that didn't stop you fucking begging us to do you did it. 
Two o'clock tomorrow, be there or else ..."

"No," I spoke into the phone "she won't be there.  And when I've
finished with my bitch of a wife you're next Roy, I know who you are
now and how to find you and when I do I am going to cut your prick and
balls off!"

There was the sound of a startled gasp from the phone then the line
cut off, putting the instrument down I looked at Ruth.  She had a look
of hope in her eyes now that she had proved to me she had been telling
me the truth.  Only I still had doubts, Roy had been right when he had
said she'd begged them to do her, the tape showed that and she had all
but admitted it to me.

"Bill?" Ruth said softly while I stood lost in confused thought.

Looking at her I shook my head and turned away from her, she sobbed as
I crossed the room to pour myself a large whiskey, which all but
emptied the bottle.  Taking a large swallow of the liquid I turned
back to my wife.

"Ruth," I said at last "even though you were duped or doped or
whatever, you enjoyed what they did to you, do you know how much that
hurts me?  It hurts even more because you didn't trust me at the
outset to believe you; instead you went behind my back to Roy and his
friends at their beck and call.  You've lied to me for the past four
weeks and that makes me doubt how truthful you've been in the past." I
paused to take a sip of whiskey then went on "You tell me you love me,
but this has brought home to me how much I have done to please you, to
make you happy with nothing from you in return ... No, don't say a
word ... Not once in all these years have you agreed to try something
new with me sexually yet you give in almost without argument to a
blackmailing son-of-a-bitch."

I paused to try to gather my fragmented thoughts, sipping at my
whiskey and looking at my wife over the rim of my glass.  She was
crying even harder as my words sank in to her, I don't think she had
even realised how she had acted over the years until that moment.  Now
she had the guilt of that knowledge added to the guilt of her recent
actions to cope with.

"Bill ..." she tried to speak.

"No," I cut her short "anything you say right now will only make
things worse.  Ruth, I must be a fucking idiot, but I still love you,
however, things can never be the same between us after this.  Can I
ever trust you again?  I don't know the answer to that and no words
from you can change that." I paused again to sip my whiskey then went
on "Right now I feel angry, betrayed and even jealous about what you
let those buggers do to you.  Can you understand that Ruth?"

She nodded tearfully, watching and waiting for me to say the words she
was dreading, that I was leaving.  Only I couldn't bring myself to say
those words.  The last of the tape was playing and for a moment I
watched the action on the screen, what I saw my wife doing with those
men did excite me and I wondered if I could make my wife cry out in
pleasure the same way.

"Ruth," I said looking back at her again "I don't know what to do, I
should leave you, but I can't do that, not now, maybe not at all.  But
things will have to change between us ..."

"Anything, Bill, anything," she cried out "but please don't leave me! 
Please promise me you won't leave me!"

"I can't give you that promise Ruth," I said bluntly "I'm still coming
to grips with it all.  For now I suggest we take things one day at a
time.  And for goodness sake get up off the floor and sit down
properly."

"Yes Bill." she replied meekly as she got up and sat on the couch
"Bill, will you still be sleeping in the spare room?"

"That depends on you." I said slowly.

The tape had ended and was in the process of rewinding while my
thoughts became focussed on doing to Ruth all the things the men had
done.  It's funny how your gonads can make such decisions for you, but
my emotions had swung to arousal and the recognition of the chance to
do all those things Ruth had denied me over the years.  The big
question was would she do them with me.  Deep down I had this desire
to make her cry out with pleasure the way she had with those
strangers.  I was surprised to feel my cock starting to harden as I
thought about the sexual acts I may get to try with my wife.

"Depends on me Bill?" she asked after I had remained silent for a
couple of minutes.

"Hmmm?" I muttered coming back to the present "Yes, it depends on you
Ruth.  Try to figure it out for yourself, it shouldn't be too hard."

She looked confused, but I could see her thinking and eventually it
must have dawned on her what I meant though she didn't voice it. 
Without a word she rose from the couch and left the room, I felt
confused by her departure, confused and hurt at the thought that she
couldn't or wouldn't do things for me she would do for others.  From
upstairs I heard the shower running, but paid it no attention being
too lost in my thoughts.  Sure that Ruth had understood what I was
suggesting and would not give me such satisfaction I was planning in
my mind where I could go until I found a permanent place of my own. 
In other words I was getting set to leave her; I couldn't get over how
my life had gone down the pan in such a short space of time.  Lord
knows how long I sat there lost in my depressed thoughts, but I was
brought back to the real world when Ruth spoke quietly from the living
room doorway.

"Bill," she said, "will I do?"

I looked at the doorway and my cock shot to an instant erection! 
There stood my wife, naked but for a suspender belt and stockings, her
face had been made up and her hair brushed until it glowed.  Her
question struck me as totally daft, as my eyes drifted up and down her
body I took in the swell of her boobs, surprisingly her nipples were
erect as though in arousal, and her bare pussy with hungry eyes.

"You shaved your pussy!" I blurted out in surprise.

I had once asked her to shave off her pussy hair for me, but had
received a flat refusal, now I was seeing what I had wanted, her pussy
bare of obstructing hair, the lips puffy and slightly open as she
posed for me.  Ruth blushed at my comment then slowly walked towards
me, she had never acted seductively in the past, but now she was
swaying her hips in a way that left me speechless with excitement.

"Bill," she said softly as she came to a stop in front of where I sat
"I promise that I will never deny you anything again.  I've been a
fool all these years and I realise now that any other man would have
either had affairs or left me long before now.  I know it will be
hard, but please try to find it in your heart at some time to forgive
me for being so stupid."

She was right, it would be hard, but I had a feeling that though I may
never be able to forget the incident I would forgive her.  For now I
wanted to use her body in ways I had dreamt of over the years, my only
problem being where to start, watching her naked body was
inspirational though and I looked her in the eyes.

"We'll see." I smiled slightly up at her "For now will you make
yourself climax for me."

"You mean use my hands on myself, on my breasts and pussy?" she
blushed.

"I do." I replied softly.

Still blushing Ruth nodded and I licked my suddenly dry lips as she
raised both her hands to her tits, gently she rubbed her hands over
her mounds then squeezed them making the flesh bulge between her
fingers.  She moved her hands after a few minutes of this but only to
start playing with her large nipples, teasing them, squeezing them and
pulling them.  God what a sight!  I noticed that Ruth was starting to
breathe heavily and it made me smile knowing that she was getting so
turned on by what she was doing.  The sight of my wife playing with
herself made my cock even harder within the confines of my clothing,
even through my excitement it was becoming clear that though Ruth was
enjoying what she was doing to herself she was not `experienced' at
it.  Nevertheless, she was exciting herself, and me, by her actions. 
I watched her teasing her nipples more and more firmly until she was
stretching them from her body, then one of her hands slid down her
body, over her shaved mound to her pussy.

"Bill," she breathed heavily as her fingers began to rub at her clit,
"wouldn't you be more comfortable if you got undressed?"

Her comment caught me by surprise, it was not the sort of thing she
would ever have suggested in the past and it revived a spark of anger
in me knowing that it had been some other bastard that had brought
about this change.  Yet my excitement outweighed all other feelings,
and, without taking my eyes from her moving hands and fingers, I stood
up, stripped off my clothes and sat back down again.  My cock was
rigid and pointing at the ceiling as I watched my wife move her finger
from her clit to her hole, the breath caught in my throat as I watched
her push first one then two fingers into her pussy then start
thrusting them in and out of herself.  Raising my eyes for a moment I
saw that Ruth was looking directly at my hard cock, her eyes half
closed with her own excitement, her tongue flicking across her lips in
an arousing way.  She gave a little gasp and my eyes dropped back to
where her fingers were plunging in her pussy; Ruth had spread her legs
to both give herself more access to herself and to let me see what she
was doing more clearly.  Mere moments later Ruth gave a low moan and I
saw her whole body tremble, my cock twitched at the realisation that
my wife had given herself a minor climax, but she wasn't stopping, her
fingers still plunged in her cunt while her other hand played with her
tits, tugging and twisting at her nipples as though determined to pull
them off.

"Oh Bill!" Ruth gasped out as her whole body began to shake.

There was absolutely no doubt that she was climaxing, her fingers were
buried as deeply as she could get them in her pussy while her other
hand was squeezing one of her tits so hard the flesh bulged between
her fingers.  With a low cry she threw her head back and sank
trembling and shaking to her knees while my cock did some trembling of
its own at the sight.  A few moments later she was finger-fucking
herself again, her movements almost frenzied as she pushed herself
through her post-orgasmic pleasure.  When she eventually moved her
hands from her tits and pussy, sat back on her heels and looked at me
with excitement dazed eyes I took in a deep, shuddering breath only
then realising that I had been holding my breath during her climax.

"Jesus Ruth," I said softly, "that was fantastic."

"I can't believe how good it feels," Ruth breathed heavily, "and I
really regret all the years of pleasure I've denied you Bill."

"Don't remind me about that." I scowled in reply.

"Bill," she said breathlessly looking down at the floor, "I'm so
sorry.  I can't forget it though, nor can I forget all the pleasure
I've denied you ... and myself.  There is something else ..."

"Yes?" I said as she faltered.

"Bill," she went on, her face blushing bright red "those men ... none of
them were as ... as big as you are."

Her eyes had risen to my straining cock and I looked down at my own
organ in surprise then back at her, raising her eyes Ruth gave me an
almost shy smile then looked back at my cock again.  It was both a
thrill and a cause of anger that Ruth was now, after 25 years of
marriage, looking at my cock with enthusiasm rather than with
resignation.  That this was due to someone else fanned the flames of
my anger again and I determined that I was going to make up for every
one of those 25 years whether my wife wanted to or not.  Looking at
her face I waited for her to look up at me, when she did I saw the
excitement in her eyes.

"What do you want me to do now?" Ruth asked after our eyes had been
locked together for a few seconds.

"I want you to do something I once asked you to do and got snapped at
for asking for." I replied. "I want you to suck my cock and I want you
to take it all in just as you did with those bastards, I want you to
suck me off and swallow it all just the way you did with them."

"Yes Bill." She breathed with what sounded like eagerness in her
voice.

Though this easy, almost eager agreement thrilled me it also kept the
fire of my anger burning.  Though I was the one who would benefit by
the awakening of my wife it was galling to know that it had been
another that had brought about this awakening.  Ruth leant forward
until she was on her hands and knees then crawled across the floor to
where I was sat, her hands came onto my knees and gently pushed them
apart.  She looked up at me, her eyes meeting mine as I watched her
actions, then her eyes dropped to look at my cock, licking her lips
she lowered her head and for the first time I felt her lips touch my
cock flesh.  She gave the tip of my cock an almost loving kiss then
opened her mouth, her tongue flicked out to lap around my cap and I
felt a shiver of excitement run through me, with ever growing arousal
I watched my wife lick my cock from tip to root and back again, her
saliva coating every inch of my flesh in passing.  Then she put her
lips around the cap and agonisingly slowly pushed down on my erection,
my eyes widened with every inch of my cock that sank into her mouth,
and then widened even more when she made a gagging sound but still
sank down on my almost aching pole.  I don't know whether I was more
aroused, shocked or angered when I felt the vibration of my wife
moaning in pleasure as my cock sank into her throat.

"Oh my God!" I gasped out in bliss as her lips finally pressed into my
groin.

I had never measured myself, but now my entire cock was nestled in my
wife's throat and mouth for the very first time and it was such an
amazing sensation that I almost came then and there.  Steeling myself
I closed my eyes and savoured the feel of her mouth as it began a
long, slow slide back up my hard flesh; she let my cock slip from her
throat then pulled back until only the cap lay within her mouth.  For
a moment she sucked at my cap, her tongue flicking around it so
thrillingly, then she was going down on me again and the sensation of
her actions forced a groan of delight from me.

"Christ Ruth," I groaned out, "that feels so damned good!" 

As though encouraged by my voicing of my pleasure my wife started to
move a little faster on me until her hair was almost fluffing out each
time she pushed down on my erection.  The sensation of mouth, throat
and tongue around my cock was too much to bear, within a few minutes I
felt the burning heat of my climax rising and I cried out to Ruth that
I was about to cum.  Her head had been rising as I had cried out, but
the direction of her movement suddenly reversed until she was lewdly
kissing my groin again, my cock buried deep in her as it exploded with
ecstasy.  Through the haze of my orgasm I felt my wife's throat
tighten and relax, tighten and relax as she desperately tried to
swallow my gushing seed.  Dimly I was also aware that Ruth was shaking
as though she were climaxing, I had never believed that a woman could
gain as much pleasure from sucking on a cock as the man she was
sucking, but it appeared that this was the case for Ruth.

"Oh God!" I groaned out as a burning rush of bliss ran through me.

Nor did Ruth stop after I had climaxed, after-thrills of bliss ran
through me as she started to thrust her mouth up and down on me again,
my hips rising to push my cock into her mouth each time she pushed
down on it.  With that sort of encouragement it was not much of a
surprise to find that my cock barely softened and it was almost
regretfully that I had my wife stop her actions some minutes later. 
Blissful though her actions were I was determined to fuck her in both
the pussy and the arse before that day was over.  Ruth sat back on her
heels breathing heavily, her hands still on my thighs as she looked up
at me her tongue ran across her lips taking in the last of my juices
that had forced their way past her lips despite my having cum deep in
her throat.  My cock throbbed at the sight of my white seed being
licked from her lips and I knew that I could not wait to fuck her.

"Sit on my cock Ruth," I gasped out, "sit on my cock and fuck me."

She stood up without any hesitation, straddled my legs and went to sit
on my erection.

"No," I stopped her action gaspingly, "turn around so that I can play
with you at the same time."

Quickly she rose, turned her back to me, straddled my legs and sat on
my lap, as though radar guided my cock slipped into her wet and
surprisingly tight pussy to the hilt.  Leaning back against me Ruth
turned her head to kiss me, but I was not intent on any form of loving
coupling, I was going to fuck my wife like a whore and whores did not
kiss their clients.  Ignoring her attempt to kiss me I raised my hands
to her tits and squeezed at their heavy flesh hard, as my fingers dug
into her and my palms crushed down on her nipples Ruth let out a groan
of sheer pleasure.  As though sensing that I was treating her as a
whore rather than as a loving wife Ruth turned her head, leant forward
and started to fuck up and down on my cock while I mauled her tits and
nipples.  Soon she was thrusting on me hard and fast, her buttocks
crashing against my thighs and stomach with each thrust, I slid a hand
down her body and leant back in the chair drawing her with me.  Ruth
leant back against my chest, which parted her legs even more giving my
hand greater access to her pussy, and I lost no time in assaulting her
clit with my fingers.  My wife had a large clit, almost a mini-penis
and I was now jerking at it roughly, squeezing and rolling it without
consideration to how it felt to her, but Ruth seemed to love my
actions because within a few seconds she was moaning and jerking on my
lap in orgasmic bliss.

After a few minutes of this position I pushed forward and up forcing
her towards the floor, my cock remaining firmly lodged in her cunt as
I drove her into a doggie position.  As I began to fuck her with hard
strokes my wife's cries of pleasure grew louder, at times her body
would push back and strain against mine as she hit an orgasmic peak,
her pussy walls clenching around my cock with each climatic shudder. 
I was in sheer heaven as my cock crashed in and out of Ruth's
straining body, I fucked her like a man possessed seeking only to gain
a measure of the pleasure that had been denied me for so many years,
yet my actions were giving her pleasure and that in turn increased my
own.

"Oh God Bill, that feels so goo...ood!" Ruth suddenly cried out.

At the same time her body seemed to go stiff as her pussy put a near
stranglehold on my cock, with a load groan of my own I pushed as deep
as I could into her and felt the hot surge of my climax crashing over
me.  For untold ages we knelt there straining against each other, my
cock twitching and jerking as it sent spurt after spurt of sperm into
my wife's womb.  Then the moment passed and I was thrusting in her
again, electric tingles of ecstasy ran through me as I started
thrusting in her tight, wet, quivering cunt again.  I had never
believed that sex could feel so good, but what I was feeling now was
sheer bliss, but even bliss comes to an end and eventually my cock
began to soften within her pussy.  Gasping for breath I knelt back on
my heels, my cock slid wetly from her pussy, her hole stretching out
as though reluctant to release my cock from its grasp.  As soon as my
cock fell from her Ruth collapsed in a shuddering, gasping heap in
front of me, it was a sight that sent such a thrill though me that I
was amazed to feel my cock twitch then jerk towards hardness yet
again.  Suddenly Ruth was crying again, the tears rolling down her
cheeks as she knelt up to face me, I felt a touch of guilt at the way
I had treated her, I had fucked her without regard to her wants or
needs, my anger driving me to take her forcefully.

"Oh Bill," Ruth sobbed dabbing at her eyes, "what a stupid bitch I've
been all this time.  I feel so satisfied, not even all four of those
men made me feel this good."

My minor feelings of guilt faded in the realisation that she had not
only enjoyed the way I had taken her, but that she had loved it!  At
the same time I felt a little annoyed at her reminder that her
awakening had come about because of men other than myself, yet her
comment did give a boost to my ego.

""Darl..." she started then changed it to "Bill, I've never felt so
satisfied."

"Even though I treated you with as much consideration one would a
whore?" I asked rubbing in the way I had treated her.

"I deserved it," she said softly, her eyes lowering to look at the
floor, "I acted like a whore for those men.  And to be honest, I loved
it when you treated me like that."

"And when they treated you that way?" I asked dreading the answer.

"No," she half smiled "not with them.  They made me feel dirty and
degraded even though they made me climax.  It didn't feel the same as
with you Bill."

Then her eyes rose to my groin and her tongue flicked across her lips,
she looked up into my eyes with a smile on her lips and what appeared
to be lust in her eyes.

"It seems you aren't done with your whore yet," she spoke in a low
seductive way I had never heard her speak before, "so what do you have
planned for me next?"

I was still absorbing her admission that she enjoyed me treating her
like a whore, but the look in her eyes, her question sank in to me,
and I felt both surprise and lust at the change in my wife.  There was
still anger and hurt at the way this change had come about, but deep
down I had a feeling that life with Ruth would certainly be more
interesting in the future.  Looking at her I realised that she was
waiting for a response from me.

"I think," I said slowly, savouring the moment to the full "I will
fuck you in the arse next.  Seems only fair that I get to fuck you in
every hole they did don't you think."

"More than." She replied with a blush of both shame and excitement.
"Can I ask you to use a lubricant?  They didn't and it hurt, it hurt a
lot."

Raising an eyebrow I looked at her in surprise, then grinned at her as
a thought of testing her determination to cater to my whims and
desires came to me.

"And if I didn't want to use a lubricant?" I asked.

"Then I would just have to take you dry." She sighed almost sadly then
went on in a determined voice.  "Bill, I meant what I said before;
I'll never deny you anything again.  I will do whatever it takes to
regain your trust, to make you happy again I will do anything, I'll
even walk the streets and whore for you if that's what you want me to
do."

Her words sounded sincere and straight from the heart, but I still had
doubts, it was too soon after discovering I'd been cuckolded for me to
accept her word for anything.  And though I still felt a deep love for
her I knew that I was going to test her words to the limit before I
could begin to trust her again.  Over the years I'd had many fantasies
while wanking away in the solitude of the bathroom, though I had never
fantasised about her being taken by another man I had imagined her
exposing herself to others and, in extreme moments of imagination,
even letting them touch her up.  Looking at Ruth where she was
kneeling opposite me I wondered if I could turn any of these fantasies
into reality.

The mood of sexual excitement had been broken by our conversation, my
cock now lay flaccid between my legs and I noticed Ruth looking at it
almost speculatively.  Her gaze sent a tingle of excitement through me
and my cock gave a twitch as it started to rise once again.

"Ruth," I said drawing her attention away from my rising cock, "it's
too soon for me to believe just your word, I'm sorry, but that is how
I feel right now.  Perhaps in the future I'll feel I can trust you
again, but for now I'll only be able to believe the evidence of my own
eyes.  You say you'll do anything and I mean to test you on that Ruth,
not just by using you to satisfy my lust, but to have you fulfil
certain fantasies I've had over the years.  I don't think I could
stomach you fucking someone else, at least not the way I feel now, but
who knows, maybe I'll change my mind about that in the future,
however, I may have you let yourself be touched and fondled by others
or expose yourself or even have you fuck me where there is a chance
someone will see us doing it.  If you don't think you can handle any
of this say so right now and we'll end things now."

"Please Bill," she gasped out, her face going ashen "please don't talk
about ending our relationship."

"I don't know how much of a relationship we have left." I said
cruelly.

"I beg you Bill," Ruth pleaded with tears bubbling up in her eyes
again, "give me a chance to prove myself to you.  I don't care what it
is you want me to do, I will do it, I will do anything to keep you!"

"We'll see." I said softly "Right now I want you to go get a lubricant
then come back here.  You will lubricate your arse in readiness for me
while you suck my cock to full erection."

"Yes Bill!" she laughed jumping to her feet and rushing off to get the
lubricant.

Lying back on the living room floor I waited for my wife to return and
plotted all the things I was going to do to test her in the future.

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