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always drops what she is doing. Without hesitation she will peel off her top so he can enjoy her breasts, and she will lube up and lay down for the short time he needs when fucking her. Or most often she just pulls out his cock and sucks him off. He loves her smile when she is done and she is licking his cum off her lips. So when she needs sex, he drops all and takes her through all the stages she requires to get her pleasure. They see to each other’s needs.

Usually, she comes through the door wearing that look on her face, and she envelops him with a huge hug, and her kisses are noticeably warm. She has never told him what has gotten her aroused. She just rubs her body against him, already warming up herself. They run to the bedroom dropping clothing, and tumble into the bed naked, and the kissing and hugs lead to her lying back while he goes through the manual of touch and caress and press and fondle. He sucks her nipples until she pushes him down to her crotch, where her legs are spread and he finds her already hot and wet when he is licking her. She gets very excited then, with him pushing her buttons, her with her eyes closed. Then she opens her eyes only long enough to get his attention, and he reaches for the orange vibrator.

Linda loses interest in any other activity once he lays the orange one flat along the length of her pussy, with the vibrator set on #1. Just a little to and fro along there gets her going. With only the tip of this dildo leaning against the base of her clit, along with a flick of the switch to #2, and she is squirming. Sliding the inside of the dildo’s curve along her clit and then bending it into the entrance to her vagina generally gets her grabbing his arm, begging for the whole thing, The size of the dildo comes into play next, set on four, slipping inside just far enough to put the nerves running from the base of her clit down to her G spot. Some gentle in and out with one fingertip on the exposed tip of her clit adds to the stew, and Bill only needs to wait a bit doing this and Linda lights off. Once she has had that first orgasm, she no longer seeks gentle. She wants that big fake cock to rage in and out as if the thing was a real cock directed by her favorite fantasy man, who has lost all control. When she asks Bill to stop, she has climaxed multiple times, and thus has no further use for him. She sucks his cock and waits for him to fall asleep, or she walks away to attend to some other duty. And she is done with him until next time.

And no, none of her fantasies have anything to do with Bill. She has never confessed this to him, because she is not stupid. Actually, she is smart enough to always thank him after he has serviced her, and she fluffs his ego with her praise for his skills. He is the best!! Poor Bill never figures out that her calling him the best, when she told him all along that she never did any other men before him, doesn’t make any sense. It has been this way for five years. Her truth is that Bill does not excite her, but with the help of the orange one he’ll do in a pinch. And she makes sure he will never need to look elsewhere for sex.

Linda was an 18 year old underclass student when she found Bill. He was a third year, dedicated to his studies, and absent from the wild social life enjoyed by so many of the other students. No girl had ever sought him out, and he just accepted the reality that girls were for other guys, so he didn’t “bother them”. He had a degree to get, and that was the only important thing in college.

Bill was a mix of surprise and confusion when Linda picked him out of the crowd and cultivated a relationship with him, without him realizing that he was being played. Like most guys, the lies worked way too well on him, because he wanted them to. Guys lie to women to get them into bed; women get men into bed so they can lie to them. Worked like a charm with Bill. Linda had perfected her tactics by practicing with many young men, beginning a few years earlier in high school. Or even earlier…..Bill knew nothing of this,

Linda is a very attractive young woman. Her long blonde hair is of course derived from a bottle, and her skills with makeup and scents were well honed before she met Bill. She has no need for push up bras or extra padding as she is graced with a killer body. And she exercises regularly, so she is “fashionably lean”.

Linda controlled their early relationship, sexually, offering herself incrementally to Bill over time. And when she finally “gave in” to his advances, and he took her to bed, she pleaded with him to be gentle because “this is my first time.” We don’t know how many other men heard this same story from her before she latched on to Bill. But he believed her.

Linda felt not a sliver of sexual excitement with Bill in the beginning. Or ever. But over time she showed him how to satisfy her with the orange one, and his urges were easily met. So, he is better than nothing. Back in college, while Bill was spending 8 hours a day in class, she had time for other guys during the afternoons. And now, after they married and he works for his father’s company 7 days a week, she is free a lot. Bill makes enough money that she doesn’t need to work, so she basically took an early retirement when she married him.

Linda has a powerful sex drive, plus it feeds her ego to be sought by many men. And with her looks she has no trouble attracting them. Early on she learned by watching her mother. The apple didn’t fall far from that tree. Her mother went through men like Cheetos in a bag. Linda learned from her mother to hang on to one man she could rely upon, and just play with the rest.

Bill went to work for his father’s business right out of college, and after a year of learning the ropes, his dad retired and Bill took over. He owns the company now, since his father died. Immediately, his income ballooned. So he works long hours and banks a ton. And Linda has two credit cards which Bill pays off every month without looking. Linda takes art classes for fun, does yoga and pilates classes, and hangs around the pool in her bikinis.

She finally “settled down” with three or four regular guys who keep her satisfied. She does other guys when the opportunities arrived, but she doesn’t let her hobby get out of control, for she doesn’t want to get a “reputation”. And of course, she can’t let Bill know.

Linda has to know that eventually Bill would find out. But things are going so well for her she has became complacent. Her first mistake was finding two guys at the same gym to fuck regularly. When those two guys found out she was cheating on them, they got into a fight in the weight room. This was kept under wraps, but you know how rumors fly through exercise clubs, what with the way these folks fuck around. They aren’t working out that much to stay fit for their health, ya know.

Bill still would never have known, except for the two women who work in his office. Neither of them will pass on an opportunity to steal Bill from his wife. Neither figure they have a shot at him and his money, yet, so they aren’t at the stage where they would be tearing out each other’s hair fighting over him, but both know that somebody needs to drive a wedge between Bill and the bitch so that they’d have a chance with him. They adjusted the volume of their whispering so that he couldn’t possibly not hear about the fight over her at the gym.

The longest river in Egypt is denial. Bill overheard their conversation, but he disregarded it. No room in his brain for such talk. And all the evidence proves that she is loyal to him. By the time Linda comes home in the late afternoon, and she leads him to the bed, which is next to the end table holding her orange dildo, he forgets all else. When she is satisfied, and he has his cock sucked, Bill forgets the entire episode.

But time passes and little things begin to add up. One day Bill stopped by Linda’s 1 pm Tuesday yoga class to see if she wanted to go out to lunch with him, and she wasn’t there. That night, when asked, she told Bill about the sale at her favorite shoe store. But he noted that she didn’t come home with bags loaded with shoe boxes. That seemed unlikely. Linda’s phone seems to be turned off more than before. And nobody spends that much time locked away at her hair dresser. Little things. Bill works so much that he doesn’t have time to notice.

The traffic signal at Third and Main is coordinated by the city planners with all the other lights on Main, and they are timed to slow traffic passing through the business district. Good for the local businesses they thought. So sitting at this traffic signal for an unreasonable length of time is no surprise. Talking shop with a potential investor, Bill sits at the damn light, second in line in the two lane. Third Street traffic has the green. He glances up just in time to see the Jaguar pass through the intersection and disappear stage right. There is only one Jaguar in that color in town. Linda’s car. The top was down, no surprise, but she was not alone in the car. Surprise.

Bill’s Mercedes SUV is of course, silver. There are about a thousand silver identical little SUV’s passing down Main Street each day. No way she would spot him sitting there, even if she looked, even if she cared. One o’clock on a Thursday. She is at her pilates class. Except she isn’t.

Two weeks later, on a Thursday again, stuck in traffic, again, Bill spots the Jaguar. Like in all those spy guy novels where people follow people around town, unseen because they drive invisible cars, Bill lets three cars pass first, and then he follows the Jaguar. Easy to follow as the Jag goes straight across town on Fourth Street. The Jag turns right on Starlight and Bill follows at a distance, always keeping one or two cars between them. Winding up the hill, Bill lays back. Two heads in the Jag again. One clearly a man. The heads move around, obviously talking, sometimes coming together, even disappearing somewhere down….Top down on the Jag. No worries about losing the Jag in traffic because it travels a predictable route. At the stop sign at Orchid and Pine, Bill watches as the top closes on the Jag. It’s five blocks away now from Bill and Linda’s house. And she closes the top… She never does that.

The Jag turns right toward their house. Bill and the Mercedes turn left. He doesn’t want to follow anymore. Confusion in Bill’s head. Thunder clouds and lightening blast away. Words like dumbfounded and blithering idiot clash as he aimlessly wanders the neighborhood. Bill doesn’t drink in bars. He pulls into The Office parking lot. Sitting in the sun cooking, Bill’s brain is trying to go five different directions at once. The big river in Egypt fights with logic and reality. Inside the tavern bourbon awaits. Lock the door. Walk into air conditioned dark, sit at the bar. He sees his favorite brand on the top shelf. Make it a double, neat. Stares at the brown liquid in a glass. He can smell it. Right there in front of his nose. He can smell things when they are right before his nose. Two guys sit at the bar, staring at their salvation in a glass, not talking, not looking at their reflections in the mirror on the wall. They both would recognize their own reflections, but they have no wish to. Bill knows that one now.

Three hours pass. Bill is probably legally intoxicated. His realty is a bit fuzzy, but it is still there. Despite bourbon. His phone rings. “Hi honey, where are you?”

“At the office.”

This strikes him as funny.

“Will you be coming home soon? Can you pick up a pizza for tonight? I got busy and I haven’t anything ready for dinner.”

“Sure, no problem.”

I guess.

He parks in the driveway as always, but he runs up the garage door this time. There sits Linda’s Jaguar, with the top down. He walks into the garage with the pizza and the big door rattles down when he hits the button on the wall. The washer and dryer sit there in front of her car. The dryer is running. He looks into it. Oh gee, Linda has been washing the sheets from their bed. He carries a pizza, half pepperoni and half Hawaii, into the house and drops it on the kitchen table. Just like normal.

“I’m in here!”

Her sweet voice…..

Walking into their bedroom, he smells the scented candles. His loving wife Linda is lying on their bed, quite naked. Smiling. Eagerly awaiting her loving husband. Smiling…

“Come here honey. I have a present for you.”

She radiates the scent of her bath salts. She is of course ravishing in her usual way, those wonderful breasts, nipples erect. Perfect hair and makeup, perfect skin and muscles. She is a bit flushed from her bath. And her legs are casually spread apart, her luscious pussy peering out at him. It’s almost like she has been posed by an artist. Her neatly trimmed pubic hair fluffed and dry and presenting her pussy, waiting impatiently, only for him. Pure love in her eyes.

“Get out of those clothes, my man. You have something I need.” Funny how normal it all seems. Her radiant beauty, the love in her eyes, her need for his body. She kisses and hugs him the same as always. Rolling him onto his back she eagerly and noisily sucks his cock. Just like she always does. And when he is ready, she pulls him over her nakedness and feeds his cock into her well lubricated vagina. Here I am baby, all yours. Help yourself. So he responds to the familiar, to what she always expects from him, to what he always knows she wants. But what he will remember is the visual, the video recorded in his brain, of watching his cock slide into her. This is always the best part for him, the best moment in the process of making love to his wife.

Linda reacts quickly, moaning and crushing him into her as she reaches a loud climax. And just like normal he then pounds into her, and taking very little more of her precious time, he pours his man fluid into her. Just like normal. Before he can tell her how much he loves her, she rolls over and scoots away. She is hungry for pizza. Bill looks at the mess on the sheet he just left.

Through most of the night, as Linda sleeps peacefully beside him, Bill lies on his back, staring into the dark, his brain racing, running the continuous tape, over and over. He knows nothing more than he knew that morning. She does things he cannot explain. So what? This could add up to several bad things. Or not. Nothing at all. But he doesn’t know anything for certain. Round and round it goes in his head. Who was in the car with her, and what were they doing, or going to do? Why did she launder the sheets on a Thursday? Linda of course hired a housekeeper who always washes the sheets on Mondays. Did she spill her tea on the bed, or something else? Why did she burn incense candles in their bedroom? His mind can go into very bad places in the dark. And why does it feel like a 14 pound rock is occupying his lower abdomen? Not pain, but a weird uncomfortable that won’t go away….

What is the truth? Where is the proof? What is the innocent answer that he cannot see? My wife…..

It is easy enough the next Thursday. Bill leaves for work on time, but he drives only as far as the neighborhood park. The Mercedes blends in with all the other silver cars in the parking lot. He waits in the shade. Just before noon the Jag passes by, top down. Linda going out for lunch.

Bill walks home, lets himself in, and he heads to his study. With the door open but the drapes drawn over the window, he settles down with his Kindle. A bit after one, he hears the Jaguar exhaust. Peeking out the window he watches as Linda pulls the car into the garage, with the top up. Only one head shows.

Bill can hear the door to the garage open and close. Close the door to the study. Two voices. Linda giggles. Bill knows her laughing voice. The other voice is a man. Their bedroom sits next to his study. The voices go into the bedroom. Lot’s of giggles. The sound of shoes hitting the floor. The metallic sound of a belt buckle hitting the floor. More unknown sounds.

A man, a muffled voice, “Oh come on.”

“No! I want to go swimming first.”

Doesn’t sound like a disagreement. Sounds like flirting. Bill hears them leave the bedroom. Padded foot sounds from the hardwood floor and bare feet. The sliding glass door opens and closes. The splash of one diving into the pool.

Bill walks to the window that overlooks their swimming pool. The guy is in the pool. Bill recognizes one of his drivers. George. Nice enough guy, but no mental giant. Strong as an ox though. Linda is standing on the deck watching him, looking good in the sun. Very naked. Yep, those are her tits, her washboard abdomen, her luscious pussy. She is laughing. Sexy as all hell. She walks to the shallow end and down the steps into the water. Keeping her hair dry. She splashes water on her arms and her belly and then her breasts. George meets her, and begins the kissing and groping and rubbing body on body in the water. Linda has both hands under the water, no doubt addressing something down there. George’s hands envelop her breasts. Deep kissing and hands on asses pulling them together.

“No! You can’t put it in while we are in the water. You pervert!”

“I’ll show you a pervert.”

“Uuuhh! Uh that feels good.”

George is making waves fucking Bill’s wife in the water. She doesn’t let this go on for too long. She heads for the stairs and leaves the pool. George follows, sporting a massive erection that is swinging around as he walks across the deck. Holly crap, look at that thing!

Linda plops down on a lounge chair, her legs spread one on each side of the chair. George stands above her, surveying his prey. Linda reaches over and grabs his big cock. Leaning over, she opens her mouth wide and sucks him into her mouth. Bill watches as Linda is bobbing up and down on this man’s cock. Bulges in her cheeks. Bill can’t hear any, but he knows the sounds she makes when she sucks his cock, so…..

George reaches down and buries two fingers into her pussy while she is sucking him. This goes on, slowing increasing in frenzy. Their eyes meet. A scramble as they leave the chair and head into the house. Bill makes it back to the study without being seen. From there he hears them hit the bed. Their bed has this one squeak. Bill hears that.

“Hurry up. I’m dying!”

Linda is in a hurry for something.

Bill steps around to the bedroom door. Door didn’t shut all the way. Linda is on her back on their bed. Her tits look great. Nipples all the way up. Her face reflects the urgency she feels. Her legs spread wide, her knees up. Her pussy is glistening wet. The sheet is wet already from their bodies in the pool. George is stroking his insanely large cock. He kneels on the bed, between Bill’s wife’s legs. She raises her knees. One hand on the bed for balance, the other guides his cock toward her. He hesitates. She opens her eyes and almost screams.

“Fuck me! You asshole.”

George laughs. And then he leans forward. Bill watches a cock slide into his wife’s pussy. He can see her pussy stretch to allow it in. This does not please him nearly as much as when this is his cock. Bill’s legs tremble as he watches. He has a cold sweat. He can feel the 14 pound rock settle in his belly. Oh dear gawd… Tears run down his cheeks. George is fucking my wife in our bed.

George is grunting. Skin on his back is red as he pounds into Linda. She is panting, her chest and tits red, her mouth open, moaning, crying, begging, drooling. Her tits flop back and forth with George’s efforts. She climaxes and George slows for a bit, and then he slams into her and she climaxes again. Bill doesn’t count them, but George is giving her quite a ride. Climax after climax. The sheets bunched around them. The squeak from the bed. Linda crying out. Bill frozen except for his trembling. Watching George’s cock slide in and out of Linda.

George rolls Linda over and he moves in from behind, fucking her like a dog. Bill watches her tits swinging under her, her mouth open, drooling on the sheet. George’s cock going in and out. More orgasms. Linda really likes getting fucked by George.

George on his back with Linda riding him. She leans forward to take maximum relief from rubbing her clit against him. She uses her legs so she can rise and fall on his cock. There is that cock again, going in and out. Then George decides enough is enough and he turns into a jack hammer, his pounding into her is almost a blur. She is screaming. Bill is crying. George growls and shouts, as he is ejaculating into his Linda.

She falls off to the side, on her back, legs spread, pussy aimed right at Bill, white cum flowing out, down her inner thigh, on to the sheet. Linda has the silly grin on her face as she lays there limp. George is speaking rather hoarse,

“Bet my boss never fucks you like that.”

“Oh hell no. He is pathetic.”

Bill goes back to the study. He knows the pistol is in the side table drawer next to the messed up bed and two naked bodies. At this point, he could reach it without them even noticing. But no….. It is time to think, not to lose his mind. He sits in his favorite chair. Frozen.

He listens while they fuck again. This one is more of a quickie. The shower runs for both together. Laughter. Laughing at him. Quiet post fucking talk. Then footfalls as they walk to the garage door. Open and close. Hear the Jag start. Walk into their bedroom. Feels different, somehow. Smells like sex. Sheets a mess, with two cum stains. Bill feels gut shot.

Bill walks to his car. The Office is always open. The bar keep only has a little of Bill’s brand. Fuck it, just get me something. Keep em coming. Hard day? Yeah, you can say that. And later, be careful driving home.

Bill parks in the driveway again. This time he uses the front door. Their bedroom is clean and fresh smelling from some aerosol can. The kitchen smells of Italy. Frozen lasagna in the oven. Needs another 40 minutes. So she just put it in. Linda smiles at him, the welcome home kiss, she rubs his cock through his pants. Hey honey, do you need me to kiss this thing for a while? I’m hungry for your cock. Gawd, what a great wife I am. Bill will never need to find fresh pussy as long as I am around. And Bill is thinking that she can turn her sex on and off at will, and he would never know the difference. Suck a cock, spread her legs, not much work really. Pretending to enjoy or love is just another acting job. Gawd what a sucker I am.

Bill is ready the next Thursday when Linda comes home with a different man. Bill doesn’t know this guy. Cloudy day, so no swimming pool activity. He listens to the fucking while sitting in his study. Two hours later, they leave. And Bill goes into their bedroom to recover the camera. A black baseball cap with a hole in it concealed the camera. It covered the entire room with fine quality video capture. Viewed on his laptop, his wife wrecked the bed again, this time with a guy who acted as if he was new to fucking her. Her enthusiasm won him over and they had a fine time. Bill zoomed in at one point and there was his cock entering Linda. Bill has a hard drive that backs up his laptop, and it goes into the safe.

Good audio on the recording. Yeah, Linda says Bill is a good man, a good husband, funny, earns a good living for us. In bed he is a total dud. Maybe if he was more aggressive, or had a larger cock, more muscles…..I don’t know. If he was just more of a man…..

The shock of learning of Linda’s infidelity that first time was a sucker punch to his gut. This second time triggered his anger. This night, lying next to his sleeping wife, staring at the ceiling, Bill could only wonder how long this shit has been going on. All those afternoons when he had been in classes in college and now as a working man…. Has she been fucking around all this time? My gawd, that could be our whole time together!

The next morning, Friday. Linda steps out of the shower. Something new. She has shaved off her pubic hair. Bill sees this, and despite it all, he gets aroused. Linda notices his erection.

“Oh, you like this? I thought I’d try it. Seems like all the girls are doing this. You want a piece of this action? Come here.”

She plops down on her back on their bed. Her legs open up the view. She keeps the lubricant in the drawer beside the bed. One quick swipe and she can accommodate him. Doesn’t need to be aroused. Bill’s mind is a mish mass but his cock cannot be ignored. Fuck the whore. His rage and his lust merge and his usual respect for her and her body disappears. He watches his cock plow into her pussy. She has improved the view. So he slices off a piece this morning, his marital right. She is a slut, but who turns down free pussy? It is an angry fuck, but he gets off in his wife again. Looking at her as he fucks her, he realizes it doesn’t make any difference to her at all. Even her smile is fake.

Of course he feels like shit after. Life sucks.

“Oh by the way. Don’t forget I have that girls’ night out party tonight. It’s a bachelor party for Judy at that place with the dancing guys. I’ll come home horny, so be ready.”

“Sure. I’ll be ready.”

Their little city supports two strip clubs. One has a ladies’ night with male strippers once a month, so that part is true. But at this point, Bill believes nothing. And when she parks the Jag and walks a block to a motel where she steps into an uber. He follows the uber.

Driving the Mercedes, Bill follows the uber when it turns down Starlight, headed for downtown. He follows. It does stop at a strip club, but not the one with the guys. Where it stops they have an amateur night once a month, where they recruit new dancers and recycle some of the older ones. A night also for total amateurs to break free a little. Have a few drinks. I dare you! Big crowds of men to leer at beginners, girl friends, or….wives. Any woman who shows up can get naked in front of a room full of cheering men. A cash prize. But what a thrill for the women, a night for bad girls, a thrill after years of getting naked with the same ole guy. Some of the dancers wear masks, because, ya know…. Could be embarrassing.

Most guys want the best view by sitting close to the stage. Others sit back a ways, where the stage lights don’t reach. And way back in the dark corner, a guy can be nearly invisible. Bill finds a table there where the chair isn’t all sticky. When the cocktail lady stops by, she smiles when she informs him that he must not “misbehave” or he will be excused. Got it. Cameras not allowed of course, but his baseball cap on the table doesn’t draw any attention. He has the go pro ready. Shit! What happened to my life?

Bill watches an hour of women undressing under spot lights. Men’s taste in women varies, so various sizes and shapes and colors of women can strip for money successfully. Surgically enhanced breasts are common, but all the natural sizes are allowed and often preferred. The guys right next to the stage could describe the variety of pussies better than Bill, who is some distance away. Most all will be shaved. Frankly, after an hour of watching, a few of the women catch Bill’s eye, and others only fill time.

Then amateur hour arrives. Weird guy on the microphone who has been introducing the dancers all evening lines up the four “amateurs” on the stage, to a loud response from the men in attendance. Fifty bucks to the best stripper. Stripper number one is young, a bit chubby, you could call her mousy, and very nervous. She is wearing a short skirt and button up blouse like she just came in from the street. The guy standing in the audience shouting must be her boyfriend. He’s drunk. Obviously, this is his idea. She smiles at him, but it is clearly forced. Stripper number two is probably an older washed up dancer, Vegas show girl, maybe street walker, porn star, still trying to keep her hand in the business because she has nothing else. She wears an obvious stripper outfit, and sports significant breast enlargement. Stripper number three is clearly a good sport, busty, with three guys in the audience cheering for her. Tank top and shorts. Big natural looking tits. Almost pretty. Bill figures three co-workers and she answered the dare, or lost a bet, so she is going to strip in front of everybody and show off her new tits. Number four is Linda. She is wearing a slinky little black dress with spaghetti straps, and those special nipples of hers are fighting to press through the gossamer fabric, moving naturally. Come fuck me pumps. She seems relaxed, standing there waving at the cheering crowd. Bill gets a sinking feeling in his gut. And his anger is becoming a habit.

The ladies leave the stage, and the spot lights come on. Music is loud. The shy little chubby girl steps on stage, with obvious hesitation. She is what the guys in the crowd paid to see, a girl who has never undressed in public before. She has been watching the regular strippers so she has some idea what to do. First song is clothing on, acting sexy, eye contact with the patrons. Except she can’t make eye contact with anyone but her loud boyfriend. Prancing around the stage and some swinging around the pole works for the first song. Crowd is urging her on. Second song starts. She looks to her boyfriend who is shouting encouragement. Blouse. She slowly opens the buttons, starting at the top. Pulling the sides opens the blouse. White bra. She reached down and pulls up the hem of her skirt, about half way up her thighs. Cheers. She shrugs off the blouse, and then drops her skirt to the floor. Second song has her awkwardly prancing around in bra and white cotton panties. It’s OK, no different from a bathing suit, she tells herself. Third song gets the audience excited. This is when she is to strip naked. The girl looks to her boyfriend again. He is screaming go go go go. She cannot even force a smile. A grimace maybe. She looks helpless. No place to hide. The crowd goes wild when she reaches back to undo her bra. It goes limp, but she holds it over her breasts. She clearly is hoping the song will end, but of course the management keeps the music going. Crowd is yelling. If it was a fight, they would stop it. She gives a forced smile and then drops the bra, leaving her hands over her breasts. Finally, she surrenders and raises her hands over her head. Her eyes close pretending the crowd is not there. Crowd goes wild. Her breasts are actually quite nice, not huge but well shaped and of course no tan. Perky nipples, goose bumps on the pale soft skin. She turns her back to the crowd to drop her panties. She is sick to her stomach. Loud cheers. Turning around, she stands stock still, arms hanging at her sides, her legs close together. She retains a full bush down there. Crowd wants her to squat or bend over or somehow expose her pussy. They are getting louder. Look helplessly to the jerk you trusted…..No place to hide. Dollar bills sail out from guys who want her to let them play gynecologist. She realizes this, and the tears come as she finally gives up and flashes her pussy for the guys. She squats and spreads her knees apart. Totally exposed. Her soon to be ex boyfriend is going wild. He’d probably watch if he could talk her into fucking any of these guys. The song ends and the dollar bills lay all over the floor, but she grabs her clothes and runs off the stage naked, without the money. One of the regular dancers jumps up on the stage, gathering the money for her, glowering at the boyfriend, who is high fiving any man around him. The girl sits on a bench in the dancers’ room, violated, crying, shaking, broken. The pro dancer hugs her. It’s ok, it’s ok it’ll be ok….

The performance by the old pro who is up next, is sad. Her best years are long behind her, and although she still has the moves, she lacks the athleticism needed to pull them off. She is not near ready for social security, but has voided her warranty. Her ridiculous balloon breasts are fifteen or more years younger than she is, so they don’t match up with anything real on her. Like Twinkies, they will never go stale. And yeah, she does also have a pussy which some enjoyed viewing. Too skinny, the sunken eyes and bad teeth suggest too many mood enhancers over the years. The crowd, at least most of them, are polite but not enthralled with her performance. She has been naked before too many men for too many decades. She is tired.

Stripper number three is a crowd favorite. Looking around, Bill spots several more than the three men who earlier had cheered her, who clearly know her. Their hats all bear the name of the same company. She probably works with them. She is a good sport. Smiling, waving to her friends, she clearly is enjoying herself. And she clearly has downed several drinks to bolster her confidence and relax her good judgement, likely bought by those guys. Before the first song ends, the tank top goes over her head. She could have left the bra home for all it covers, and what it covers is not very covered, because it is essentially transparent. These breasts are fresh from the factory tits that look almost real. Regardless, the crowd loves them as she prances around the entire stage, so everybody gets a good look. Her surgeon probably has photos of these in the book he shows to customers who are picking the size they want. With the second song, the bra is tossed into the crowd. Magnificent tits, all tanned, large and firm with erect nipples, and she is damn proud to show em off. You can barely see the scars. Crowd is going crazy. Her shorts drop revealing a thong, in name only. Dental floss would be more accurate. Shaved of course. She faces away from the crowd and bends over, her hands on her ass pulling her cheeks sideways and opening her crack. She sits on the floor, lays back, then her legs do the V thing, and her pussy with the thong is shared by all. Her thong is just a thin line running the length of her pussy. All the guys in the hats fight their way to the stage for the better look. The entire third song features her now sans thong, spread out right at the edge of the stage. So the tit lovers and the pussy lovers, and probably even the feet lovers get their money’s worth for five minutes. Paper money flies through the air to litter the stage. And she will probably leave with all those guys, for her evening is just getting started. She won’t feel great when she sobers up.

Bill slips the go pro under the hat, the lens watching through the hole. His wife struts out onto the stage. Waving, smiling, taking a deep bow before the music begins. She clearly has on nothing under that filmy dress. Her bow to the crowd introduces her tits to the entire crowd. Revved up by the last woman, the men are on the edge of their seats now. Bill sits back. He has seen her naked many times, and now he will watch his slut wife eager to entertain fifty men. First song begins. She prances around. She uses one finger to pull down one of the spaghetti straps, and that side falls forward, barely hanging up on her erect nipple. Crowd goes wild. She tugs it back up. Groan. She stands, legs spread, facing the crowd. She uses two fingers to raise the hem of her dress, slowly, high and higher, lots of thigh, almost there, oh my, an inch more and…she stops. The guys right at the edge of the stage bend over to look under her dress, for just a peek at her pussy lips. Freshly shaved.

At the end of the first song, she peels off the dress. The crowd is gong wild. No false advertising with Linda. She enthusiastically shows every square inch of her naked body to the howling men. On her back for the second song, her legs spread as far as they go, fingering herself, three fingers inside her, holding a tit so she can suck her own nipple, or on her hands and knees with her pussy and butt hole presented without shame. She is close enough to the men that the bouncers step forward to keep hands off. The crowd is loud, but it goes crazy when stripper number three walks on to the stage, right over to Linda. She also is naked, and she is carrying…..the orange one.

You can guess where it fits. The women 69 themselves, number three kneels with her pussy hovering over Linda’s face positioned for licking, and she is working the orange one in and out of Linda’s vagina while she licks Linda’s clit. In front of 50 men. Bill is melting in shame, but he gets it all on camera.

Bill looks away, and off to the side, out of the bright lights, a guy with a large video camera is also taping this. Beside him is the balding guy in a suit, big pinky ring, gold watch, big smile. Bill has seen both stripper #3 and Linda talking with him before they went on stage. The guy looks like a porn producer straight out of central casting. Beside him is a male specimen, all tats and muscle and 5 o’clock shadow. Pinky ring turns to him and nods his head. Tats pulls off his shirt and hops up on the stage.

The two women see him coming and when he arrives, they are standing naked, running hands over his chest and his bulge in the pants. Out comes his cock, and they “fight” over who gets to suck him. So both do….Crowd goes wild. When it comes time, Linda flops down on her back, spreads her legs, and he mounts her, ramming a professional size cock into her, on the stage, 50 men cheering. On camera. Bill’s wife…..

Bill’s favorite view, a cock entering his wife’s vagina. Fucking nightmare, but he doesn’t get to wake up.

Bill packs up his hat and camera, and he slinks out of the place. One glimpse back to see one last look at Linda fucking away with that smile on her face. Her tits flopping in time with the cock of the day ramming in and out. The guy comes in her, and when he pulls out, it flows out on the stage. The crowd goes wild. Bill is not smiling.

Passing the booth at the entrance, Bill’s eyes are caught by a familiar face. The rack holding dozens of DVD porn videos, many of the women featured are lined up in their own section. These have all stripped at this club. Linda is in the middle of the top line. Her face, her tits, her attitude frozen for time. Her porn name is Linda Luvmuch. Bill pulls out his credit card. The cost is exorbitant, but he can afford it. And yeah, he needs the evidence.

At home, Bill digs out the old DVD player and plugs it into the flat screen. The disk is a compilation of several of Linda’s porn videos. About twenty of them. The first of course is the 18 year old high school girl doing her first shoot. She looks so young, but pretty and really built, and not so innocent. She looks exactly like the little girl Bill fell head over heels for when he was in college. So beautiful, so young, so innocent, so honest..…

The interview is extensive. Bill wonders if any of her answers on the video are true, knowing what he now knows about Linda’s honesty. Linda is asked, when did you lose your virginity? An alarming age as she smiles… Before that did you give blow jobs to the boys? Sure, Lots. I liked it in middle school, at the parties. The boys couldn’t wait for me to take off my clothes. Linda lies so easily to make it seem she is even a worse slut.

What’s the oldest guy you have fucked? 46. He was a nice guy and very generous. How old were you then? High school. Yeah, he is some kind of politician. I see him on TV sometimes. His wife is a nasty bitch!

Wow girl!! So how many guys have you fucked? I don’t know….20 maybe, more? No wait, that was just this year…

Then young Linda strips and spins around. Bill remembers fondly how much he loved her tits back then. The cameras show the close up shots of nipples and pussy, and the spreading of her vaginal lips and the view inside, and now the guy uses the vibrator on her, and she climaxes on the bed, writhing and crying out. She kneels, naked, for the cock sucking shots. So submissive. Then the camera shows a cock slipping into her 18 year young pussy, The man fucks her in every position possible and all camera angles, and then shoots his wad all over her smiling face at the end. Linda, do you think you will do more porn?

“Oh yes. This was fun.”

The DVD holds bits of about 15 videos by 12 other film companies in just her first year doing porn. Some no doubt made while she was still in high school and the rest after Bill came into her life in college. In about half she fucks more than one guy, and some with several girls too. Two are gang bangs with a dozen or so guys in each, all shooting cum in her face, mouth, over her tits, and around her pussy, after she fucks them all.

Later, while she dates Bill, it is “be gentle, it’s my first time”.

Sitting there, watching his love on camera fucking dozens of men, he endures the rest of the DVD, the videos made while Linda is his wife, fucking dozens more men. While Bill was at work….. Bill cries out in his blind rage. How could I have been so stupid?

THEN, Bill gets some bad news.

Dr. Prentiss is a decent guy who hates to do this one important part of this job. He hates facing disease he cannot fix and needing to tell people the truth.

“Bill. You remember the aneurysm that burst killing your father? Remember how we said you would be at risk for the same type of thing, because of heredity? This is why we do the ultrasound exams every year, looking for the signs of a weak spot developing in your aorta? Well, this time….we found one. I’m gonna bottom line you right now, and then we can get into the details later. Bill, you are developing a weak spot which will some day develop into an aneurysm. It will shortly burst. We cannot stop this. Normally, I’d be referring you to a vascular surgeon, and I will. But I believe your lesion is developing in the one place where we cannot do a graft to repair it. It’s not like the leaking aluminum boat on the TV commercial where ya just slap on some tape. Frankly, with this one, we’re fucked.”

“I get it Doc. I am familiar with this, thanks to Dad. I’m a big boy. What’s my time line? What’s gonna happen? And how will I know?”

“Best guess….isn’t medicine great? We do educated guesses and rely on statistics. Bottom line, anywhere from tomorrow to 6….maybe 8 months is the best guess. I checked with the best people before I called you. It’s time to get your stuff together, to protect your business and your employees, and most important, to take care of your wife. I will send you to the specialists, but I think they will give you the same story.”

“Thanks Doc. Yeah, I do need to take care of my wife. Hopefully I can set her up for the rest of her life.”

Bill has known Harry Stanford since he was in high school. Harry was his father’s attorney, and he handled all his affairs, and then the mess after Dad died. Harry is a straight shooter. And he kinda promised Dad that he would watch over Bill.

Harry set up the transfer of the business when Dad died, and the pre-nup when Bill decided to marry Linda. Now Bill wants him to help with the coming transition. Harry is an attorney, so he drinks Scotch. Bill shows up at his office with two things in hand, a bottle of single barrel Scotch in a wooden box, and the DVD of Linda fucking half the men in California.

“Geeze Bill. An aneurysm? Pardon my French, but fuck!”

“It is what it is, Harry. Not a surprise because that sword has hung over my head all my life. I’m gonna need your help.”

“You know, Bill. Your dad was my best friend, and you are family. I’ll do everything I can. What do you need me to do? I know you want Linda to be set up right.”

“Yeah, Harry. We gotta talk about Linda.”

Bill has an old clunky laptop computer with a DVD player that still works. “Watch this for a minute.” “OK……Shit Bill. Is that Linda?”

“Yeah, let me tell you a little story.”

So Harry is on board. The first thing is to hire a private detective. Her job turns out to be ridiculously easy. Linda is an ope book. Meanwhile Harry and Bill sit down with the president of the bank, and they get the real estate part of the deal secured. A broker handles the sale of the business. The mountain meadow property will be handled per Bill’s request. The judge with whom Harry plays golf will handle the court summons. Some of this takes some time, so in the interval, Bill makes five trips up to the mountain cabin.

A sheriff’s deputy accompanies Bill to the house well up in the hills overlooking the city. It’s a great location to shoot porn videos. Privacy, nicely decorated, quiet, good light, and it makes the people in the videos look wealthy, when this suits the “plot”. The detective followed Linda here several times, including today, so Bill knows she will be here. And hopefully Linda will be“occupied”, when they arrive.

Bill walks into the room. Linda is naked of course. Working. Those familiar breasts lovely as per usual, she is on her back in bed with legs spread as per usual. Her eyes are closed as she is faking an orgasm for the camera, while the muscular guy dressed up like a doctor has his prodigious erection buried in her pussy, leaving enough room so the camera can capture that view that Bill always liked best, when he was fucking his wife. Bill takes note of this, but he is unaffected by it now. He watches as his wife wraps her legs around the guy, so she can rub herself against him with more enthusiasm. She is getting into this. Work, work, work.

A gal with balloon fake tits over there, un-dressed as a nurse, is blowing a guy whose scrub pants are down around his knees. Two cameras are going, the lights are on, the microphone well located, and a couple of lucky guys are standing off to the side watching. They won a contest and now are “watching how porn is made”. Their cocks are out and and a third naked woman kneels before them, giving each in turn a quick suck. No doubt they have been told they get a shot at Linda too, so she gets them ready so they don’t waste her time getting ready. Bill steps in right next to the bed, screwing up the shot. The “director” shouts out at him.

The look on Linda’s face when her eyes open is priceless. Ya see, Linda is supposed to be at her pilates class, and Bill should be at work, like he always is. This is at first puzzling and then a moment later, alarming for her. After all the times she cheated behind his back, she just gets caught.

“Bill!! What??!!?”

Shit! Caught!! I am fucked. Gotta think of something. Maybe I can fool him by saying this is a special present for him…..But, the cat is out of the bag, and running away. Like toothpaste, it ain’t going back into the tube….

Bill hands over a small stack of folded papers. Without thinking, Linda grabs it with her right hand, as she lays there startled with another man’s cock buried in her. It is a bit disquieting when your husband catches you fucking other men. She thinks maybe she should stand up or something. But first there is the weight of that cock in her pussy, pinning her to the bed. Then there is the fuzzy in her mind donated by the various mood enhancements from the bag on the table, next to the whiskey bottle that she also knows well. What is happening?

“There, consider yourself served.”

The last words Bill will share with Linda.

“Bill, I can explain…”

“No….you can’t.”

Bill turns around and walks out of the room. Meanwhile, the Sheriff’s deputy is preoccupied with those mood enhancements. His day is just beginning.

It’s Linda’s turn to feel the 14 pound rock deep in her belly. Because instead of being fucked, she is getting fucked. Or is it the other way around…?

Piece by piece, her new reality emerges.

Served with divorce papers. Good luck finding some alimony what with the unusual hobby she pursued through their entire marriage. She knows Bill is sterile, thanks to a case of mumps, so the Pre Nuptial agreement Harry wrote and Linda signed is null and void, if she was pregnant when she married him, and the detective has evidence of the abortion… Those two credit cards Bill gave her to replace the ones he always just paid each month…the accounts are in her name now, so the five figures gathering 20% interest belong to her. She gets to keep the roughly $100,000 she secretly squirreled away, from doing porn, which is now her cash reserve, for life.

The house is hers, but the equity has gone missing, donated to worthy charities, and with her husband’s death, she now owns the mortgage. (she will find out about Bill’s death someday.) The Jaguar is leased, with four months left. It goes back to the dealer and she is looking for new wheels. Oh, the Mercedes is gone too. Bill’s company has been sold, and the proceeds are, somewhere she can’t touch….. His life insurance beneficiaries have been changed to various charities. No mention of Linda. And nobody knows where Bill might be.

Ya can’t see Linda’s future from here, but stripper number 2 comes to mind.

When he left town, Bill left the Mercedes in the long term lot all the way up at the San Francisco Airport where it won’t be found for weeks, took a cab to the motel near where he stashed the junker, that he paid for with cash and never registered. That car will be found abandoned, untraceable, and burned in the foothills of the Sierra Nevada, 300 miles away. The old Jeep gets him to the mountain meadow, one last time. The chain is locked.

Bill has 6 months of dehydrated back packing food in the food locker in the new cabin in the meadow. He has the three cases of his brand of bourbon sitting in the corner. A bunch of books he had always wanted to read await. That should last. Be winter by then, if he makes it. The doc said there would be no pain until the aneurysm grows, right before it ruptures. He has meds for that. When it ruptures, it’s about two minutes before he goes unconscious… and a couple more until he leaves. He will turn on his phone with the first bad pain. Harry will call his phone periodically, and when he can hear it ringing, he will know… Harry doesn’t know about the meadow cabin. Nobody does. He will just know Bill has left in peace. And if someone sometime stumbles across the 100 pristine acres up there, the written instructions on the table will turn over the land to a boys club that needs a summer camp. There is money in the shoe box to fix the road. But not one dime more for Linda…..

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