The E-Mail

It's Friday afternoon and a friend of mine is helping move my shit out of my marital home and into my new apartment. I saw my wife leave an hour earlier on the Ring cam. There wasn't a lot of stuff, and the U-Haul I rented was barely loaded when we headed out.

This was round two from my wife. The prior weekend, I received an email from Jesse, telling me she had decided to open our marriage. She was going to spend the weekend with her lover and would be home on Sunday. I wouldn't be. I booked the week at an extended stay hotel.

There were no prior discussions, the email was the first time I heard that she wanted to open our marriage or that she had a lover. Jesse and I had been married for 21 years, and this was the first indication that she wasn't happy with our marriage. Where the fuck did she find a lover? Why didn't she talk to me first? Did she really think I was just going to let her cuck me? That's where my mind was going the Friday before.

Last Monday I was calling lawyers and set up an appointment for Tuesday with a woman lawyer. She told me it was quite common, men buy a sports car, women take a lover during their mid-life crisis. I told her I wanted it short and sweet, gave her all our financials and asked if she had something I could hand my wife on Friday. She agreed and recommended I start separating our financials.

I received a similar email on the this morning. There had been no other communication from my wife. She never asked me where I was or when I would be home, no phone calls, no text messages, no calls to my office. I wasn't going to play this game. Looking through her credit card, I saw she stayed at the local Hilton the prior weekend.

My plan was simple, after moving my shit out of the house, I would try and get the front desk to give me a key to the room my wife had booked for 'us,' catch her and her lover in the act with my cell phone and hand her the divorce papers.

The front desk clerk looked like he was twelve and had me show multiple ID's and a $50 bill before he gave me a room key. It was almost 9:00 on Friday night so I thought they would be too involved to see me sneaking in. What I found stunned me.

My wife was standing by the bed in a sexy negligee that barely covered her pussy with a glass of champagne in her hand. She had been obviously crying judging be the tissues scattered about.

"Where is he," I asked.

"There's no one here Jack, come on in and gloat, pour yourself a glass of champagne."

"What happened to your lover Jesse?"

"We were supposed to meet in the bar downstairs, he took one look at me and left. At least he showed up which is better than the guy from last week who ghosted me. Four nights in a Hilton all by myself. I'm assuming those are divorce papers in your hand. You can leave them on the credenza, and I'll look at them in the morning. Did you and Nicky get all your stuff out?"

I nodded yes.

"Great, now I have a big, beautiful house to be alone in."

She started crying and I went over to console her, not exactly what I planned on doing that night.

"Why Jesse, I had no idea you were unhappy with us."

"You don't understand what it's like to be married to the great Jack. Let me tell you a conversation I overheard our kids' girlfriends having. They were sure our son John was going to be hot well into his fifties by looking at how well you looked. The one girl said, 'I hope not, the last thing I want is a bunch of women half my husband's age drooling over him.' Nobody is drooling over me Jack, no one even notices me. I'm fucking invisible. I can't even get men to show up to fuck me."

I was still holding her trying to console her as her sobs grew deeper.

"I would have shown up Jesse."

She had gotten up to refill her glass and paused in front on the mirror.

"Maybe because you were showing up for the twenty something girl you fell in love with, not the cow I have become."

"Jesse, if I have done anything to make you think I love you any less than the girl who married me I apologize. Well, this last week has added some strain to that. Maybe I've become complacent. But I do love you and watching you walking around in that negligee is very arousing."

"No Jack, you never became complacent, you're fucking perfect. You still send flowers to my office, help with housework and cook. My friends would kill their husbands if they could be with you. Maybe I don't deserve such perfection."

"I wouldn't call it perfection Jesse, but I love you and I want to be the best husband I can be for you."

Jesse was still looking at herself in the mirror while sipping her champagne.

"Do you like this negligee Jack?"

"Yes I do, I said I found it very arousing. You can feel me if you have any doubts."

I got up and stood behind her, wrapped my arms around her and began kissing her neck. My groin was pressed against her ass and I'm sure she could feel the early stages of my erection.

"You came here to divorce me Jack, not have sex with me."

My kisses on her neck were having an effect and I could see her nipples harden. I slid my hands up and cupped her breast, giving her nipples a squeeze.

I whispered in her ear, "The situation is much different than the one I expected to walk into. And you know how hard the hint of nakedness makes me, watching your breast move under this nearly transparent material, you nipples poking through. I can see the scanty panties you are wearing, disappearing between your butt cheeks. And, you shaved your pussy, and you know much I love to lick your pussy when it's bare like this."

I slid me hand into the front of her panties and grabbed her pussy. She moaned and her knees buckled for a second.

"But I shaved it for another man."

"His loss is my gain," I said as I slid me finger between her lips and found her very wet.

"And what would you want this man to do with your shaved pussy, lay on the bed and show me."

Jesse laid back on the bed.

"He would tell me to take my panties off and spread my legs so he could see my pussy, tell me to pull my pussy lips apart like this, hold myself open for him."

"And then he would want me to get my fingers all wet with my juices and lick them clean and then rub my nub."

"Would you make yourself come for him?"

"No, he wouldn't let me cum, when I was on edge, he would tell me to stop and pull my knees a part. My pussy would be aching for attention, I would beg him to let me come, I would promise him all my holes if he let me come."

"And did he?"

"No, he started rubbing his cock on my face, and pushing it into my mouth, letting me suck on it for a minute."

I started rubbing my cock around her face, dipping it into her mouth, letting her suck on it and then pulling it out and rubbing her saliva all over her face.

"What kind of woman lets a stranger rub his cock all over her face."

"A slut Jack, I would be his slut if he let me come."

"Sluts need to be punished, slap your pussy and show him what a good slut you can be."

Jesse gave her pussy a hard slap and then rolled over as her orgasm overtook her.

"Not good enough Jesse, you're going to have to slap your pussy much harder if you want to impress him."

Jesse hauled off and slapped her pussy so hard she squirted over the bed sheets. She was on her side trying to recover and I pushed my cock back into her mouth. She wasn't sucking as much as I was using a handful of her hair to fuck her face. I stopped before I came and asked for the lube. She pulled out a bottle from a bag on the side of the bed. I took the bag from her and found a butt plug. We hadn't played with butt plugs in a decade.

"Get on your hands and knees for your master. Start sucking on your thumbs like they were someone's cock."

Jesse quickly got into position as I removed my belt. I took the belt and gave her a sharp crack on each cheek.

"Who do you belong to slut?"

"You own me Jack, you own all my holes."

I gave her two more smacks with the belt.

"Did I give you permission to share what is mine with someone else?"

"No Jack, I'm sorry."

After a couple more whacks with the strap, I put it around her neck. I also started working some lube into her ass.

"Maybe I should just choke the living shit out of you. Or, if you're want to be a whore, I'll take your naked ass over to the naval base and whore you out. I own you and I decide who gets to use your holes. Maybe I'll take you over to the south side and sell you to the blacks, they'll make you a slut for black cock."

The butt plug was now in her ass and the head of my cock was in her pussy.

"Well, what should I do with you?"

"You can beat me, you can choke me and use my holes any way you want Jack, but its only your cock that I love and only your cock that I want in my holes."

I pulled back on the belt and slammed my cock into her cunt. Jesse squirted all over me when I pulled back. She was trying to say something, but the belt was choking off airflow. I let her breath. She was moaning fuck, fuck, fuck. Every time I pulled back, I was doused with another squirt. I started working the butt plug in and out, trying to match the rhythm of my cock. Jesse was mumbling gibberish as I pulled my cock out of her cunt and slammed it into her ass. She collapsed on the bed and her whole body began shaking like she was going into convulsions. I couldn't hold back any longer and slammed into her ass as hard as I could and came in her bowels. Jesse continued to shake.

After washing off my cock, I took a washcloth to Jesse's pussy and ass. She was sound asleep. I laid down next to her and tried to figure things out but fell asleep before anything gelled. Sometime during the night, Jesse had laid her head on my shoulder and draped her leg across mine.

We showered together and headed down for breakfast. I took some joy in watching Jesse's face as she sat down.

"So, what now Jack," she asked while we ate. "What are you going to do with the divorce papers?"

"That's a good question. Last night I realized that you needed more guidance in your life, more discipline. Things are going to change. You have a choice, accept and adapt to the changes or sign off on the divorce papers. I tried to be very fair in the divorce."

"What kind of changes Jack. I don't know what you want me to accept and adapt to."

"That doesn't matter Jesse, its whatever I want when I want it. Never again will you say 'not tonight Jack' or deny me access to any part of your body. Anytime you want out, just sign the divorce papers."

"I still don't understand Jack, what are you expecting from me."

"I will own you Jesse, and all of your holes like last night. Repeats of last night and more."

"Will you make me masturbate for you again?"

"Frequently Jesse, and I want you to buy a nice selection of toys. There's a sex shop downtown that you should stop at."

"But that's in a seedy part of town and I'm sure there will be some perverts inside. They'll think I'm a slut."

"But you are, you're my slut. You were almost a slut for some stranger. Now you're concerned that some perverts might think you're a slut."

Jesse was looking down at her empty plate.

"Go into the bathroom and remove your bra and panties and bring them to me."

"This isn't the kind of dress I can go without a bra."

"Then go get the divorce papers Jesse, I'm not going to play this game with you."

Jesse got up and left the table, I wasn't sure which direction she was heading. The waiter came and was filling our coffee cups when Jesse returned and dropped her bra and panties on the table in front of the waiter.

"Very good Jesse, is your pussy wet?"

"Fucking dripping down my leg Jack. I'm afraid there's going to be a wet spot on the back of my dress."

"Should I conclude that you are done with these petty arguments and agree to be completely submissive to me."

"Yes Jack."

"Those petty arguments have earned you some swats with my belt. Since your ass is already sore, these will be across your breasts."

"Okay Jack. I'm ready to head home whenever you are."

"We still have the room for a few more hours. Go up, strip, put the butt plug back in your ass and the champagne bottle in your cunt. I'll be up in a few."

"Okay Jack," she said with a smile on her face and her hard nipples poking through her dress.

When I came upstairs, Jesse was exactly where I wanted her. Naked and on her knees, the top few inches of the champagne bottle were inside her cunt. I took my belt off and told her to put her hands behind her head and lock her fingers.

The first time the strap hit her tits, she collapsed on the champagne bottle, sending it deeper into her cunt. She started squirting into the bottle. Again, I said and like the first time, she collapsed on the bottle again squirting.

After letting her recover for a few minutes, I told her to get on her hands and knees, keeping the bottle in her pussy. I pulled out the butt plug and jammed my cock into her ass with no warning. She started coming immediately. I could feel the bottle pressing against the bottom of my dick and the thought made me come quickly. Jesse collapsed on the floor when I pulled out and let the bottle fall out. I washed my dick and then wiped down Jesse's ass.

"When can you be ready to leave Jesse?"

"I need a quick shower to wash some of your come out of my ass and then pack up."

"Ok, I'm going to head out and stop by my apartment to pick up some things. I'll meet you back at the house." I started to leave, and she called me.

"Jack, please kiss me goodbye." That was purely an oversight on my part. I pulled her into my arms and gave her a passionate kiss.

"Jack, I'll do anything you want but please don't stop showing me you love me. I realized last night that I can't live without that."

"I will never again forget to show you I love you. Even if you had signed the papers, I would still love you."

Jesse had a tear in her eye when I left.

My friend Nicky helped me move all my shit back in, I bought him an expensive bottle of scotch to thank him. Jesse was more open to try new things than at any point in our marriage. Once a month, we would spend a weekend in the Hilton and Jesse would visit the sex shop a few days before. I tried to let her decide what she wanted to try and was pleasantly surprised at some of her choices, an assortment of dildos, nipple clamps and paddles. My favorite was the slut collar and leash she bought.

Jesse started bringing home BDSM porn, sometimes she would see things she said she wanted to try. Other times, I could tell by her nipples and breathing that the scene on the screen was exciting her. She also bought some fur lined cuffs.

One of those kinks was candle wax. I put a hook in the basement's ceiling and tied Jesse to the hooks using the fur lined cuffs she bought. After she was secured to the ceiling, I began dripping wax from a burning candle onto her tits. Jesse would lose her mind, and she would explode with the gentlest touch of her clit. Of course there were somethings that we only tried once, she bought a dildo that stuck to a wall or whatever and we simulated Jesse being double teamed. The whole idea made her uncomfortable. "I'm your slut Jack, yours alone."

Saturday night became the time for kinky shit. It gave Jesse's bruised ass a chance to calm down before she went to work on Monday. Friday night was for classic love making, I always went down on her, making her come on my tongue was one of my favorites. One night a week, she had to masturbate for me, she was free to choose the method and whether she wanted to watch porn. I always recorded those and some of our other playtime.

I also demanded that Jesse join a gym. She quickly shed a few pounds, which gave her the encouragement to work even harder. Jesse even started jogging with me.

Things were going so well, even the kids noticed when they visited. My oldest daughter wanted to know our secret because she was afraid her husband was losing interest.

Jesse told her, "This is between you and me. Your father and I ran into a tough spot last year or I should say I ran into a rough spot, and I was going to cheat on him. Fortunately, the guy never showed up, but your father had already moved out and had divorce papers drawn up."

"How did he find out?"

"I told him beforehand that I was going to do it. Looking back, the whole idea was fucking crazy. Woman of all ages drool over your father, even your friends. Men haven't looked at me in a decade, I'm invisible. And after 20 years, things in the bedroom had cooled down between me and your father. That's probably more my fault than his but there's enough blame to share."

"On the night I was supposed to be with my lover in the Hilton, the man took one look at me and left. I was sitting in my hotel room in some beautiful lingerie I bought for my lover, drowning my sorrows in champagne when your father showed up with divorce papers. Even though there wasn't another man in the room, your father was livid."

"Maybe for the first time in our marriage, I poured my heart out to him, how other men never looked at me, the whole middle aged woman saga. Your father was still mad, but maybe he understood me a little better."

"He gave me an ultimatum, I could worry about what other men thought of me or care about what he thought of me. If I was going to worry about other men, then he wanted me to sign the divorce papers. He had already moved out. If my focus was going to be on him, then he would tear up the divorce papers but there would be changes at home. I can't discuss some of those thing with my daughter or anybody else, but I can tell you our sex life has never been better."

"Your father also demanded I join a gym. That was the best thing I did, I quickly lost 20 pounds and felt so much better about myself. Your father and I jog every weekend. Every once in a while I catch some man taking a look at me. I've shed four dress sizes in the last year. Sometimes I can't keep your father's hands off me and since you guys aren't running around anymore, our sex life isn't limited to the bedroom."

"Mom, I think you just crossed the line to too much information."

"I didn't tell you that your father and I still spend a weekend in a hotel every month."

"And it's not just sex either, your father constantly shows me how much he loves me. I realize I am truly blessed"

"What if that guy didn't leave mom and dad came in and found you guys fucking."

"I shudder to think, certainly I would be truly fucked. All I can say is god watches out for idiots."