Slut Wife) What happened
to me several months ago I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy. It devastated me and changed my life
dramatically. I still haven't completely recovered. My name is Rich and I was married to a
beautiful lady by the name of Christine, Christy for short. We had been married for 12 years and
had two beautiful children. I had always felt that ours was a special relationship. We both knew
from the day we met, that we were meant for each other. We were high school sweethearts and
continued to go steady all through college. We were both virgins when we married, because Christy
wanted it that way. She thought it would be so very rare and romantic for both of us to lose our
virginity on our wedding night, I reluctantly respected her wishes. We married shortly after we
graduated from college, and managed to have our two children within two years after Christy
finished law school. I work for a large company as a software engineer and have a stable, secure
job. Christy was a very successful attorney, and she worked for a large firm and had been doing
exceptionally well. In the beginning, I had considered our sex life to be very good, even though I
had nothing to compare it to. We were both inexperienced and had to learn about each other's bodies
and needs without benefit of previous experience with others. Even though Christy was very
conservative and unwilling to try new things, I had enjoyed the sex very much. After a few years,
as in most marriages, our sex life started to become boring, there was no variety and we fucked
less frequently. Christy had become more interested in her career and less interested in sex. She
had never initiated sex, and would often put me off with one excuse or another. Even though our sex
life had become mundane and unimaginative, I hadn't ever considered looking elsewhere, as I loved
Christy too much. I had been hoping that we could work things out such that we both would be
sexually satisfied. I bought several books on technique and attempted to convince her to try
various new things. Christy refused to try anything new, she thought that oral sex was extremely
disgusting and perverted, etc. She not only wouldn't give me a blow-job, she wouldn't even let me
eat her pussy, which I would have gladly done. For the first 8 or 10 years of marriage, our lives
were reasonably normal. We both worked hard at our careers, but we also made the time to be home
together in the evenings and weekends. The children were well adjusted and well behaved. The only
thing lacking in our marriage, in my mind, was an exciting sex life, and I continued to strive for
improvement. Everything changed about two years ago, as Christy began spending more and more time
at the office. It eventually got to the point where she would come home very late almost every
night, and she spent the better part of many weekends there. Within a year after she began putting
in the long hours, her career sky-rocketed, she was made a junior partner and her salary more than
doubled. It wasn't long after Christy's big promotion that our sex life also changed, somewhat
abruptly. We still didn't fuck very often, but when we did, WOW! She became a sexual dynamo. We not
only fucked in multiple positions; we licked and sucked with great abandon. I was afraid to
question her about her change in attitude for fear that it would have a negative impact. What
Christy lacked in frequency, she made up for in enthusiasm, intensity and variety. I assumed that
her guilt feelings about putting in so many hours at the office led to the sudden changes in her
attitude toward sex. How wrong I was! I couldn't get angry about her work schedule because she had
always been very apologetic. She felt bad about what her career was doing to us, and cried a great
deal. She frequently asked me to be patient with her, telling me that things would calm down soon.
I just hung in there and supported her as best I could. I evolved into Mr. Mom. Even though I held
a full time job, I was the one who took care of the kids, I fed them, clothed them, drove them to
all of their activities, etc. Christy was almost totally uninvolved because of the amount of time
she spent away from home. Christy worked closely with two senior partners, Ron and Jack. Ron was in
his mid fifties and married with four children. He was short, dumpy and bald, but was a real dynamo
and the motivating force behind the success of the firm. The other senior partner, Jack, was
taller, had an athletic build and still had all of his hair. He was in his late forties and was
married with two children. He was a fairly attractive man, but was obnoxious as hell. Christy had
mentioned many times over the years, that he was extremely difficult to stomach. She liked and
respected Ron, but Jack she just barely tolerated. I had met and talked to these guys and their
wives several times, at Christmas parties and other firm social functions. In looking back, I did
remember one thing a bit unusual about last year's Christmas party. Jack spent most of the evening
dominating Christy's time, which I thought unusual considering how Christy had said she felt about
him. He danced with her, very suggestively I might add, and kept her occupied a good deal of the
time. I spent the better part of my time talking to his wife, Georgia. She was very attractive and
an interesting conversationalist. We got along well, and I couldn't help but wonder how she put up
with Jack. The few times that the four of us were together that night, jack made several off-color,
suggestive comments. I didn't understand the significance, but Christy blushed each time. Georgia
admonished him several times, but he ignored her. His behavior just reinforced my opinion of him as
a first class asshole. Ron, on the other hand, had a very forceful personality, but was a likable
guy. I got the impression that, unlike Jack, he was a very family oriented person. He paid
attention to his wife, Marge, at all of the functions that I had attended. Even though our fuck
sessions had become exciting, they were very infrequent. Therefore, I had to do something to trim
my horns. I began to turn to the porn sites on the Internet. I'd pull up the dirty pictures and
movie clips and 'slap the monkey' to get my relief. I didn't like it, but my only other choice was
to find a lover outside of our marriage. However, there was no way that I was going to cheat on
Christy, I loved her too much. She was an integral part of my life and had been since we were 16
years old. She was also the mother of my wonderful children. I continued to believe that our
situation was temporary. How right I was! One typical evening, after the kids had gone to bed; I
searched for some new porn pictures on the net. I found a free amateur site and clicked on a hard
core title, about 20 thumbnails appeared. I could see that they were pictures of a threesome, two
guys and a gal. The pictures were very explicit but I couldn't see much detail in the thumbs. One
thing that did catch my eye, though, one of the guys was short, dumpy and bald, just like Ron, one
of the senior partners at Christy's firm. On one of the thumbs, he was facing the camera with his
cock buried in the throat of the blond. She was on all fours and the other guy had his cock buried
in her asshole, or pussy, I couldn't tell which. I clicked on the picture to get a better look.
Sure enough, it really did look like Ron. As I studied the picture, my pulse rate increased
dramatically. The blond bimbo in the picture could easily have been Christy! I couldn't see her
face in that shot, but everything else looked like it could've been her. My pulse rate quickened as
I began to think the worst. I looked again and thought to myself that the other guy even looked
like Jack. My heart was beating a mile a minute, as I continued to search through the thumbs. I
found a one that showed a close up of the blonde's face. I still couldn't tell for sure because she
had a cock in her mouth, but it certainly looked like Christy. My heart was beating even faster and
I trembled as I clicked several other thumbs that showed the guys faces, they definitely were Ron
and Jack. The blonde had to be Christy, but I still wasn't positive. I finally found a thumb that
showed a close up of her pussy. Christy has a small mole above and to the right of her pubic
triangle, and there it was! 'My God! What do I do now?' The realization that the woman that I loved
and cherished was nothing but a slut hit me like a freight train. I was totally devastated! I was
beside myself with sorrow mixed in with anger, jealousy, humiliation, hatred, etc. I couldn't think
straight. 'Damn! How could she do that? I mean, God, what did I ever do to her? What do I do now?
Sob...' I knew it wasn't macho to cry, but I broke down and cried my eyes out for several minutes,
thinking about Christy and what she had apparently become, and what it could possibly do to our
marriage, our family. I just can't put into words how devastated I was, how hopeless and empty I
felt, it was the most awful feeling in the world. It took me a long, long time to calm down and
think about what I was going to do about my discovery.

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 The pictures certainly explained a lot about
Christy's behavior over the past two years. They also explained her meteoric rise in the firm.
Still trembling, I spent the better part of the following two hours studying every picture in the
set. I could tell that they weren't faked, the look of lust in Christy's eyes was real. She
appeared to have really enjoyed being used by Ron and Jack. Eventually, as I began to think more
rationally, I saved several of the more explicit and revealing pictures to the hard drive, copied
them onto two separate floppies and hid the floppies in separate locations. I didn't know if I'd
ever need them, but I wanted to be prepared, just in case. My first inclination was to confront
Christy and throw her out on her ass. However, I decided that I wouldn't do that just yet. I needed
to have some time to think things out; I didn't want to do anything rash. My emotions eventually
evolved into anger and hatred, the hurt, jealousy and humiliation faded into the background. The
prevailing thought in my mind was revenge; I just had to get even with Christy, and her bosses. I
wouldn't be able to maintain my self-respect if I didn't do something. I didn't sleep much that
night, and merely went through the paces at work the next day. The kids were out playing when I
arrived home from work, so I pulled the pictures up and studied them further. I noticed that
Christy had long hair in the pictures, therefore they had to have been at least six months old, as
she had had her hair cut fairly short about that time. I also wondered how the pictures got posted
onto the net. None of the participants would have gained anything by the posting. In fact, they all
stood to lose a great deal. Their careers, and the firm, would've suffered considerably had the
pictures been seen by the wrong people. My guess was that the photographer, whomever he/she was,
tried to make a few bucks without the knowledge of the participants. Over the course of the next
few days, I tried to formulate a plan. These guys had cuckolded me and I was hell-bent to find a
way to get revenge, I was unable to think straight. I was being driven to distraction by anger and
the need for revenge. Finally, I made a decision on what I could do, but I first decided to
question Christy and give her a chance to tell me everything. I still had a slim hope that I could
somehow get the old Christy back and save out marriage. The weekend came, and she stayed home
Saturday morning. She told me that she had to work in the afternoon, but could spend some time at
home in the morning. I sent the kids out to play and sat her down. She was a bit apprehensive as I
usually tried to seduce her when we were home alone. I decided that I would make a serious attempt
to save our marriage. I knew of no other way to begin except to force Christy to spend more time at
home. In addition, I needed to get her to cease her extra-curricular activities and tell me
everything. "Honey, I can't take any more of your work schedule. You need to stop putting the firm
ahead of the kids and I, something has to change." "You know I've asked you to be patient with me,
things will get better soon." "You've been telling me that for six months. I think 'things' are
totally out of control now. I've been very patient with you these last couple of years, but I've
run out of patience. You've been in control, but as of today, I'm taking charge of our marriage, as
I should've from the beginning. I'm blaming myself for the situation that we're in, and now I'm
going to do something to correct it." Tears started forming in her eyes. "I don't understand, why
won't you be a little more patient?" "I told you, I've run out of patience. As of today, you will
spend no more than eight hours a day, five days a week at the office." She was shocked, and reacted
predictably, "You can't tell me what to do!" "I just did, and if you don't do as I ask, our
marriage is in serious trouble." Still stunned, it took her a long time to respond. She hadn't
expected me to assert myself. "I-I just can't do that. I love you and the kids, but I just can't do
that right now." "It's up to you, but I consider this a very serious matter. Either you do as I
ask, or I'll be filing for divorce. I realize that you're not accustomed to me being assertive.
Well, you'd better get accustomed to it, or our life together is history." She began crying openly,
"I can't believe that you mean what you're saying. Why, all of a sudden have you changed? What
about the kids?" "I don't think that they'll be crushed, they hardly ever see you anyway. They
don't even know their mother anymore, and it won't take them long to get over it. As to why I've
suddenly changed, let's just say that I've recently woken up to the fact that you've been using me,
and I don't like it, not even a little bit." She stopped crying, got an astonished look on her face
and responded, "Using you! How am I using you?" "You're using me to raise the kids and run the
household by myself while you're out having a good time under the pretense of working hard." She
was flabbergasted, a distinct red blush engulfing her face, "W-what? How can you say that?" "Can
you look me in the eye and tell me honestly that you've been doing nothing but work at your
profession all those hours that you've been away from home?" She lowered her head and began sobbing
openly again. She wouldn't look me in the eye and didn't reply, I pressed on, "I have very strong
reasons to believe that you've been doing something other than legal work during your late hours at
the office, and I want you to tell me all about it." She thought about it for a moment, and decided
not to answer my question. "I don't understand why you're tormenting me like this. What are you
trying to say?" The anger began to swell within me, as I responded in a loud voice, "You know damn
well what I'm trying to say. Tell me everything now, and we have one slim chance of saving our
marriage. It depends on how honest you can be with me. Tell me everything, or I'm really going to
make life very miserable for you and the firm, Jack and Ron especially. If that sounds like a
threat, it most definitely is!" She looked up at me with pleading eyes. She seemed to suspect that
I had somehow found out about her activities, but she still couldn't summon the courage to tell me
about it. She held onto the slim hope that I hadn't discovered anything and decided that she would
continue to deny her involvement in anything other than her work. "You're out of your mind, I have
no idea what you're talking about." I met those pleading eyes with a very stern, unyielding look of
my own. "You can deny it all you want, but you had better give what I've just said some serious
thought. If I don't get the full story, with all of the sordid details, by the end of the day
tomorrow, I'm not only going to file for divorce; I'm going to extract my revenge. I won't be able
to live with myself until I get even." "You're crazy! There's nothing to get even for, I don't want
to hear any more about this," she said haughtily. She then got up and started to leave. "I'd like
you to remember this conversation. One day soon, you're going to come to me and ask why I did what
I did. My answer will be that you had it in your power to prevent it, but you made the wrong
choice." She said nothing and walked off. I was pretty sure that she wouldn't confess, but her
attitude still surprised me somewhat. It made me take another look at the woman that I had loved
since I was 16 years old. I realized then that she wasn't the same person, and I knew that I
couldn't love the person that she had become, a wanton slut, a cheat and a liar. There appeared to
be almost no chance of getting the old Christy back. As angry and hurt as I had been upon
discovering the pictures for the first time, I was very sad at that moment, knowing that things
could never be the same between us. All of the good times that we had had in the early years
flashed through my mind, and tears began to form in my eyes, I was so sad, so very sad. The empty
feeling in the pit of my stomach was overwhelming. I had considered myself as much a macho man as
the next guy, but the situation had overwhelmed me, and my emotions reflected it. Christy went to
the office that afternoon, against my wishes. I had hoped otherwise, but, deep down, I knew she
would. She returned home very late and went straight to bed without saying a word. I went into the
bedroom and told her that I was still waiting for her to tell me everything, she totally ignored
me. He silence upset me once again, as I turned and made my way to the spare room. I couldn't bring
myself to sleep in the same bed with her anymore. The next morning she didn't even question why I
had slept in another bed. She silently got ready and left for the office. Her position was clear,
she had no intention to confess and make an attempt to repair the damage that had been done. She
left me with no choice; I needed to put my plan into action. To be continued

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