PART 3 DISCOVERIES
Randi left his passed out wife in the bed and raced to his desk. The computer whirred as it began capturing all of the files from Kurt’s computer. Randi spent the time trying to figure out what he wanted to find out from all the information. The first task of course was to see how many images of his wife and what they revealed. As the transfer was completed, Randi was shocked to find hundreds of images of his wife, or at least titled “Allison.”
He opened the one he had opened before. Like before, he saw the image of his wife sucking a stranger’s cock appear on the screen. He looked closely at it. In a few moments, he realized that this was not Kurt…although by the size of his cock Kurt might wish it was. Randi thought about that. If this wasn’t Kurt, was this a good thing (meaning she wasn’t fucking Kurt and this was an old picture) or was it a bad thing (meaning she was fucking other people AND Kurt). Maybe the other images would tell. He started at the beginning.
The first twenty were vanilla photos scanned from their photo albums. He breezed through those, noting that there was not a single picture with him in it AND that all these photos were current. The next thirty were pictures of Allison in lingerie in various poses. Randi noted the professional lighting and wondered if his wife had had them professionally done. When? By the hairstyle, it was obvious that these pictures were taken within the last year.
That meant someone had seen her naked other than Randi and her doctor in the last year. But who? After the lingerie photos, there were pictures of Allison on a bed naked. In some, she posed. In others, she played with her breasts or her pussy. These pictures were obviously from a digital camera. Randi looked to see if he recognized the bedroom. It wasn’t theirs and it wasn’t Kurt’s? But whose was it? The questions drove Randi nuts.
He decided to stop looking at the photos and search other areas. He accessed the email program but had to get past the password. There were two of them; one for Sally and one for Kurt. He pushed the one for Kurt and tried to figure out the password. Wife’s name, middle name, etc. Finally, he typed in “password” and was surprised when the program accepted it.
He quickly tried to access the folders. He first went to the inbox. Was there an email from his wife to her lover? No, he saw. Just a lot of emails from friends and business associates. Maybe he deleted them. He looked in the trashcan to see if there was anything. Again nothing. He looked at the addresses to see if his wife’s email addresses were listed. Neither of them, her home or her work one, were listed. In fact, there weren’t any addresses that seemed out of place. Having reached a dead end, Randi tried to decide what to do next.
Without any real reason, he tried to access Sally’s email. As he sat there trying to figure out his next move, he absently typed passwords into the computer. None of the usual words worked. He just let his mind wander as he tried to absorb all that had happened that evening. Then, suddenly, the program accepted his password. He was so shocked he could barely remember what he had typed. Then, the word that had opened the email shocked him anymore: “slut” a very curious choice for a password.
Intrigued, Randi opened the inbox…..and found what he was looking for. The last incoming email was one from his wife. He opened it. “Sally, very excited for tonight. Are you really going to fuck him? God, this is so much fun!!!!”
Fuck whom, Randi wondered. The man he had seen her with as he rushed downstairs. He had been shocked to see Sally with a strange man but stunned to find out that his wife knew about it! He looked to see if there were any more emails and found a folder marked “Allison.” In it, he found hundreds of emails exchanged between Allison and Sally dating back ten months. He started with the first:
“Sally, I am so sexually frustrated, it’s ridiculous. I know we both work hard but it seems like Randi and I never fuck anymore. And when we do, it’s so gentle and nice, it makes me want to puke. I want him to fuck me but I just can’t seem to get him to get the point. I guess I deserve it after being so prudish when we first started dating. Now I feel like a horny slut and Randi has turned into a dead fish….”
The email went on, the words cutting into Randi like a knife. For the first two years of their relationship, Randi had had to practically beg for sex. Allison was very inexperienced and was apprehensive about sex in general and, when she was interested, wanted straight missionary followed by cuddling. Obviously something had changed, but what Randi wondered.
Sally’s emails to Allison were even more explicit. “Kurt and I had the same problem. He just lost interest in sex. To be honest, I think we only stay together because we are friends now, not lovers. I confronted him about it and he asked me what I wanted to due about not getting enough sex. I said have more sex and he said ‘Okay, go have more sex.’ So, with his halfway blessing, I started having sex with other people.
By the time he found out—he suspected for a long time—he was fairly comfortable with the idea. In fact, he got really interested, wanting to hear, and later see, all the slutty details of my escapades…”
Randi read each email in sequence. He quickly realized that his wife was slowly beginning to get the courage to fuck another man. Randi reflected back to that time and realized he hadn’t even suspected there was something going on. Yet here was his wife learning at the feet of a master (mistress?) about cheating on your husband. And the things she wanted shocked her.
“God, Sally, I can’t believe I am telling you this but I frig myself constantly fantasizing about being forced to have nasty sex. Multiple men fucking me…being the subject of a barroom ‘rape’…..being humiliated….bondage….S&M…..it all gets me so hot. I spend hours on the internet after Randi goes to sleep and, each time I see something depraved, I find I have yet another fantasy. I want the person being depraved to be me. I can’t help it…..”
Who was this woman, Randi wondered. When had his wife turned into this slut. The question was, of course, rhetorical. His wife had transformed into this sexual animal over ten months while her husband remained oblivious.
PART 4 AN UNBELIEVABLE ACT It was now four in the morning; five hours since Randi had returned home with his wife, the slut. A series of emails dated three months ago….. Sally: So why don’t you just ask his boss out if he turns you on so much?….Allison:Oh God there is now way……Why don’t you email him….And say what….Don’t tell him who you are. Tell him you know he is horny and send him a naked picture of you without showing your face and see what he does…..Okay….Oh my god, he wrote back with a filthy letter. I can’t believe Randi’s boss wrote me back a letter telling me he’d like to fuck me. Can you imagine? Randi must have been there when he did it. Maybe he told Randi about it…..No, I am sure he didn’t tell Randi. He’s married, remember Allison. He wants you as his slut on the side….My god, you’re right! What should I do next?….Tell him you want a picture of him naked…..And if he sends it?…..Then you can tell him you will show it to his wife unless he follows your directions…..You are so evil. Okay, I sent the email.
Randi read the exchange while trying to accept that his wife had seduced his boss. He wondered whether he would find out she fucked him. How could he go back to the office if she had.
Allison: he sent the pic. My god, his cock is huge!…..Can you see his face?…..Yes…..Good. Now tell him to meet you at the motel around the corner from you after work…..I can’t meet him tonight…..Don’t worry, just tell him. I know what I am doing. Tell him to go to room 204……Okay, I emailed him and told him he had to meet me there or I would show it to his wife. He agreed. What are you thinking?…..I am thinking that I am going to tie him up and have my way with him. He doesn’t know me so there won’t be any problem. Once I finish with him, I will blindfold him and watch as you enter the room and l have him pleasure you…..Oh God, that sounds so exciting but I can’t. I am meeting Randi tonight……Tell him something came up…..Do you think I should?…..Yes….Okay, I called him. He was so understanding. I feel guilty. Maybe I shouldn’t do this…..You have to do this, remember. We have deal. You have to go through with this or I send those nasty pictures to both your husband and your boss. You wanted me to do it so you would have the courage. So let go of the guilt and get ready to fuck. I’ll meet you there at 5:30 p.m….
So Allison fucked his boss. Randi didn’t know how he felt about that. At least it appeared that his boss didn’t know that he had fucked her. God, what a nightmare. His wife seduces and fucks his boss, sending nasty emails and pics while he was at work in the next room.
The next email sent Randi back looking at the pictures. How could he do anything but after Sally mentioned photographing the entire session. He found the pictures marked “BOSS” and numbered 1 through 75. Randi’s mind boggled at the thought of how long she must have been fucking and sucking with his boss if there were 75 photos! The first ones were taken by Sally of his boss. From the composition, it was obvious Sally had taken charge. Boss undressing….Boss on his knees…Boss with a dildo in his ass? My God, Sally obviously had fun humiliating this guy. For a second, Randi felt sorry for his boss. Then he looked at the rest of the photos. Boss sucking Sally’s pussy. Boss underneath Sally as she rides him….Boss cumming on Sally’s chest….Boss being blindfolded…..
Randi hesitated before opening the next picture, knowing it would show his wife…..Allison coming out of the closet….Allison stripping…..Allison standing next to the boss who is tied to the bed and blindfolded…Allison rubbing the boss’s cock….Allison sucking the man’s cock…..Allison mounting the boss’s face…..In all Randi viewed 25 pictures of his wife sucking and being sucking and fucking his boss. By the end, Randi’s cock was hard and he knew he would have his revenge.
PART 4 TURNAROUND
“Good morning sunshine,” Randi said to Allison. She was sprawled naked on the bed. Cum had dried on the corner of her mouth and, Randi assumed on her ass. She looked like what she was, a slut, though Randi would not treat her like that….yet. Instead, he greeted her with breakfast and a cheerful smile; all the things she said she wanted and had been given by Randi. No matter that what she really wanted was to be treated like a horror ready for service. For now, Randi would treat her like an angel.
“Good morning. What time is it,” Allison asked.
“10:30. Why?”
“Oh no, I am late, I have to meet some girlfriends for lunch,” Allison said without a trace of guilt. Randi was shocked inside since he knew that Allison was really going to fuck two college students, 20-year-old roommates. She met one of them online and surprised them by showing up at their door. Having seen Allison’s email to Sally yesterday, he knew she was going to fuck them. In fact, she fucked them every Saturday morning, referring to it as her “continuing educational experience.”
“Okay, I’ll miss you,” Randi said. “What would you like to do this evening?”
“Anything you want. I dragged you to be with my friends last night.”
“Okay,” Randi said. “I’ll think of something."
Randi left his passed out wife in the bed and raced to his desk. The computer whirred as it began capturing all of the files from Kurt’s computer. Randi spent the time trying to figure out what he wanted to find out from all the information. The first task of course was to see how many images of his wife and what they revealed. As the transfer was completed, Randi was shocked to find hundreds of images of his wife, or at least titled “Allison.”
He opened the one he had opened before. Like before, he saw the image of his wife sucking a stranger’s cock appear on the screen. He looked closely at it. In a few moments, he realized that this was not Kurt…although by the size of his cock Kurt might wish it was. Randi thought about that. If this wasn’t Kurt, was this a good thing (meaning she wasn’t fucking Kurt and this was an old picture) or was it a bad thing (meaning she was fucking other people AND Kurt). Maybe the other images would tell. He started at the beginning.
The first twenty were vanilla photos scanned from their photo albums. He breezed through those, noting that there was not a single picture with him in it AND that all these photos were current. The next thirty were pictures of Allison in lingerie in various poses. Randi noted the professional lighting and wondered if his wife had had them professionally done. When? By the hairstyle, it was obvious that these pictures were taken within the last year.
That meant someone had seen her naked other than Randi and her doctor in the last year. But who? After the lingerie photos, there were pictures of Allison on a bed naked. In some, she posed. In others, she played with her breasts or her pussy. These pictures were obviously from a digital camera. Randi looked to see if he recognized the bedroom. It wasn’t theirs and it wasn’t Kurt’s? But whose was it? The questions drove Randi nuts.
He decided to stop looking at the photos and search other areas. He accessed the email program but had to get past the password. There were two of them; one for Sally and one for Kurt. He pushed the one for Kurt and tried to figure out the password. Wife’s name, middle name, etc. Finally, he typed in “password” and was surprised when the program accepted it.
He quickly tried to access the folders. He first went to the inbox. Was there an email from his wife to her lover? No, he saw. Just a lot of emails from friends and business associates. Maybe he deleted them. He looked in the trashcan to see if there was anything. Again nothing. He looked at the addresses to see if his wife’s email addresses were listed. Neither of them, her home or her work one, were listed. In fact, there weren’t any addresses that seemed out of place. Having reached a dead end, Randi tried to decide what to do next.
Without any real reason, he tried to access Sally’s email. As he sat there trying to figure out his next move, he absently typed passwords into the computer. None of the usual words worked. He just let his mind wander as he tried to absorb all that had happened that evening. Then, suddenly, the program accepted his password. He was so shocked he could barely remember what he had typed. Then, the word that had opened the email shocked him anymore: “slut” a very curious choice for a password.
Intrigued, Randi opened the inbox…..and found what he was looking for. The last incoming email was one from his wife. He opened it. “Sally, very excited for tonight. Are you really going to fuck him? God, this is so much fun!!!!”
Fuck whom, Randi wondered. The man he had seen her with as he rushed downstairs. He had been shocked to see Sally with a strange man but stunned to find out that his wife knew about it! He looked to see if there were any more emails and found a folder marked “Allison.” In it, he found hundreds of emails exchanged between Allison and Sally dating back ten months. He started with the first:
“Sally, I am so sexually frustrated, it’s ridiculous. I know we both work hard but it seems like Randi and I never fuck anymore. And when we do, it’s so gentle and nice, it makes me want to puke. I want him to fuck me but I just can’t seem to get him to get the point. I guess I deserve it after being so prudish when we first started dating. Now I feel like a horny slut and Randi has turned into a dead fish….”
The email went on, the words cutting into Randi like a knife. For the first two years of their relationship, Randi had had to practically beg for sex. Allison was very inexperienced and was apprehensive about sex in general and, when she was interested, wanted straight missionary followed by cuddling. Obviously something had changed, but what Randi wondered.
Sally’s emails to Allison were even more explicit. “Kurt and I had the same problem. He just lost interest in sex. To be honest, I think we only stay together because we are friends now, not lovers. I confronted him about it and he asked me what I wanted to due about not getting enough sex. I said have more sex and he said ‘Okay, go have more sex.’ So, with his halfway blessing, I started having sex with other people.
By the time he found out—he suspected for a long time—he was fairly comfortable with the idea. In fact, he got really interested, wanting to hear, and later see, all the slutty details of my escapades…”
Randi read each email in sequence. He quickly realized that his wife was slowly beginning to get the courage to fuck another man. Randi reflected back to that time and realized he hadn’t even suspected there was something going on. Yet here was his wife learning at the feet of a master (mistress?) about cheating on your husband. And the things she wanted shocked her.
“God, Sally, I can’t believe I am telling you this but I frig myself constantly fantasizing about being forced to have nasty sex. Multiple men fucking me…being the subject of a barroom ‘rape’…..being humiliated….bondage….S&M…..it all gets me so hot. I spend hours on the internet after Randi goes to sleep and, each time I see something depraved, I find I have yet another fantasy. I want the person being depraved to be me. I can’t help it…..”
Who was this woman, Randi wondered. When had his wife turned into this slut. The question was, of course, rhetorical. His wife had transformed into this sexual animal over ten months while her husband remained oblivious.
PART 4 AN UNBELIEVABLE ACT It was now four in the morning; five hours since Randi had returned home with his wife, the slut. A series of emails dated three months ago….. Sally: So why don’t you just ask his boss out if he turns you on so much?….Allison:Oh God there is now way……Why don’t you email him….And say what….Don’t tell him who you are. Tell him you know he is horny and send him a naked picture of you without showing your face and see what he does…..Okay….Oh my god, he wrote back with a filthy letter. I can’t believe Randi’s boss wrote me back a letter telling me he’d like to fuck me. Can you imagine? Randi must have been there when he did it. Maybe he told Randi about it…..No, I am sure he didn’t tell Randi. He’s married, remember Allison. He wants you as his slut on the side….My god, you’re right! What should I do next?….Tell him you want a picture of him naked…..And if he sends it?…..Then you can tell him you will show it to his wife unless he follows your directions…..You are so evil. Okay, I sent the email.
Randi read the exchange while trying to accept that his wife had seduced his boss. He wondered whether he would find out she fucked him. How could he go back to the office if she had.
Allison: he sent the pic. My god, his cock is huge!…..Can you see his face?…..Yes…..Good. Now tell him to meet you at the motel around the corner from you after work…..I can’t meet him tonight…..Don’t worry, just tell him. I know what I am doing. Tell him to go to room 204……Okay, I emailed him and told him he had to meet me there or I would show it to his wife. He agreed. What are you thinking?…..I am thinking that I am going to tie him up and have my way with him. He doesn’t know me so there won’t be any problem. Once I finish with him, I will blindfold him and watch as you enter the room and l have him pleasure you…..Oh God, that sounds so exciting but I can’t. I am meeting Randi tonight……Tell him something came up…..Do you think I should?…..Yes….Okay, I called him. He was so understanding. I feel guilty. Maybe I shouldn’t do this…..You have to do this, remember. We have deal. You have to go through with this or I send those nasty pictures to both your husband and your boss. You wanted me to do it so you would have the courage. So let go of the guilt and get ready to fuck. I’ll meet you there at 5:30 p.m….
So Allison fucked his boss. Randi didn’t know how he felt about that. At least it appeared that his boss didn’t know that he had fucked her. God, what a nightmare. His wife seduces and fucks his boss, sending nasty emails and pics while he was at work in the next room.
The next email sent Randi back looking at the pictures. How could he do anything but after Sally mentioned photographing the entire session. He found the pictures marked “BOSS” and numbered 1 through 75. Randi’s mind boggled at the thought of how long she must have been fucking and sucking with his boss if there were 75 photos! The first ones were taken by Sally of his boss. From the composition, it was obvious Sally had taken charge. Boss undressing….Boss on his knees…Boss with a dildo in his ass? My God, Sally obviously had fun humiliating this guy. For a second, Randi felt sorry for his boss. Then he looked at the rest of the photos. Boss sucking Sally’s pussy. Boss underneath Sally as she rides him….Boss cumming on Sally’s chest….Boss being blindfolded…..
Randi hesitated before opening the next picture, knowing it would show his wife…..Allison coming out of the closet….Allison stripping…..Allison standing next to the boss who is tied to the bed and blindfolded…Allison rubbing the boss’s cock….Allison sucking the man’s cock…..Allison mounting the boss’s face…..In all Randi viewed 25 pictures of his wife sucking and being sucking and fucking his boss. By the end, Randi’s cock was hard and he knew he would have his revenge.
PART 4 TURNAROUND
“Good morning sunshine,” Randi said to Allison. She was sprawled naked on the bed. Cum had dried on the corner of her mouth and, Randi assumed on her ass. She looked like what she was, a slut, though Randi would not treat her like that….yet. Instead, he greeted her with breakfast and a cheerful smile; all the things she said she wanted and had been given by Randi. No matter that what she really wanted was to be treated like a horror ready for service. For now, Randi would treat her like an angel.
“Good morning. What time is it,” Allison asked.
“10:30. Why?”
“Oh no, I am late, I have to meet some girlfriends for lunch,” Allison said without a trace of guilt. Randi was shocked inside since he knew that Allison was really going to fuck two college students, 20-year-old roommates. She met one of them online and surprised them by showing up at their door. Having seen Allison’s email to Sally yesterday, he knew she was going to fuck them. In fact, she fucked them every Saturday morning, referring to it as her “continuing educational experience.”
“Okay, I’ll miss you,” Randi said. “What would you like to do this evening?”
“Anything you want. I dragged you to be with my friends last night.”
“Okay,” Randi said. “I’ll think of something."