What's a Wife to DO? Pt. 01

Richard Muir glanced at his watch. "Hmmm, 6:28. I wonder if Connie will have dinner on yet." He shook his head. Connie had been slipping since their daughter, Janice, 18, had gone away to college. Their other child, Marcus, 21, an exceptional mind, already had his MBA and was working for a prestigious law firm in New York City, handling the business side of the corporation. That left Connie and Richard as empty nesters.

Lately, Connie appeared withdrawn despite the intense intimacy that had come after the kids moved out. Richard smiled. "Three times last night and twice the night before that," he said to himself as he drove his new Night Black Mercedes-Benz GLC 300. Richard did not care much for the car, but Connie insisted that a CEO have the best, so he went to the local Mercedes-Benz dealership and handed over his Black Card, purchasing the vehicle on the spot. He sighed. "Well, at least it purrs." The mention of purring brought images of sex with Connie back into his mind.

Purring was the way Connie got his motor running. Then came the screams, unfettered since the house was empty, of orgasms that came so easy to Connie. Richard shook his head again. It was like they had been transported back in time to their wedding night, making every night a night to remember.

Richard took the final turn, taking him to the ancient three-story full basement gothic-style home they had purchased nearly twenty years earlier. He watched the house as he approached. The professional landscaping, slate roofing, and well-maintained gingerbread made the house outshine every other home in the neighborhood consisting of similar houses. It was a far cry from the dilapidated structure the couple had purchased. Richard was proud of the house and what they had accomplished with it. As far as Connie knew, they remained at the house because of the sweat equity they had put into it. The love and care that only hands-on effort can create showed in every line of the home.

The real reason they stayed in their old home was Richard's upbringing, which emphasized humility over pride. With intimate knowledge of his wife's past, Richard ensured Connie knew little about their vast wealth. He smiled as he pulled into the driveway and said, "Why bother others with money?"

He parked in the garage, opened the door, and pulled out his briefcase, which felt like an extension of himself. He walked his six-foot five-inch 265-pound frame to the kitchen door, opened it, and was immediately struck by the silence. Lately, Connie had been all over him as soon as he entered the house, her entire five-foot, three-inch, 120-pound body striking against him, smothering him with its desire, her arms and legs wrapped around him. Today, she wasn't anywhere in sight. Where was she? "Connie?" he called.

"In the dining room, honey," Connie replied, her voice thin and wispy.

Richard set his briefcase on the kitchen table and rushed into the dining room. "What's the matter, Connie?"

Connie was weeping. Richard stood stunned. He had not seen Connie cry since he had gotten down on one knee and asked for her hand.

"We need to talk," said Connie.

Richard gulped at those four dreaded words. His lawyer had told him to beware of them. Those words always meant something meaningful to the one who uttered them, often something that would be devastating to the one hearing them.

Richard sat in the chair next to Connie. "Is there something wrong with the kids or your mother?" Richard's parents were long gone, and Connie's father had died last year, leaving her mother behind, her life in shambles. Connie's strange and estranged brother never bothered to show up at the funeral, probably out of fear of what Connie would do to him. So, Richard immediately stepped forward and took care of things.

Connie shook her head. "No. It's me."

Richard shifted in his seat. "What is it? Did you go to the doctor today? Are you pregnant? What?"

The mention of pregnancy made Connie burst out a guffaw. "No, nothing like that," she said between sobs. "No, I need more. I am returning to what I was before you."

Richard reached out his hand and took hers. "We made it through that, my love. We can do it again."

Richard's mind flashed on the first time he had noticed Connie. It was in grade school. She was climbing a tree, her skirt barely covering her knees. Naturally, when she fell, her shins were scratched by the bark. Richard, also only nine at the time, rushed to her. "Are you okay?" he had asked.

"Get away from me," Connie cried.

Richard leaned backward. "Just trying to help."

Connie's eyes blurred when she rose, the pain from the scrapes overwhelming her determination. "Just go away. I don't need your help. Boys only want one thing, Momma says so."

Richard had no idea what she was talking about. "I just... Okay, I'm gone." He turned and walked away. Richard did not think about Connie again until seven years later when he heard rumors in the high school locker room.

"Yeah," shouted Tim Osterman, the talented high school running back. "That Connie can suck your eyeballs out through your dick."

Many of the other boys laughed. One asked, "You gonna share?"

"Sure, why not? She's not the kind of girl you want to marry. A slut is a slut is a slut."

Richard had dropped his head, remembering Connie's cry to leave her alone. He had done so, but no longer. Tim's words ignited something inside Richard he did not know existed--a feeling of completeness that he could not fathom. His heart spasmed, and he knew that no one would shame her in front of him. Not ever.

After school, Richard waited for Connie outside the door he knew she always used. When she appeared, her eyes red and her face splotchy, Richard grabbed her hand.

Connie flung his hand away. "Don't touch me," she cried.

Richard had heard those words before and had obeyed them. Not today. "Connie," he whispered. "I heard what Tim was saying. I don't care about it. I offered to help you before; now I am offering again."

Connie shook her head. "How could he say those things?" Her eyes focused on Richard. "Even if it is true, how could he say them? I trusted him, and he bragged about what I did." She stood silently before Richard, bowing her head. "He is not my first. I did it for my brother and his friends, too, and a lot more. Why do you care? I am a slut, just like Tim said."

Richard swept his arm around Connie's shoulders. "I don't know. I only know that I care. I have for a long time. Probably since you fell out of that tree."

Connie let out a small chuckle. "I was terrible. You were just trying to help. It was just that my brother was always giving me a hand, but he wanted something for it. I did not know what it meant until last year when he did what he did. He does it all the time. Now, I do it for everybody. I know how to do it, and the guys tell me I am good at it."

"That's horrible," Richard said.

Connie looked into Richard's eyes. Her expression turned livid. "Why are you here? You only want what all the other guys want, what they have already had. It is what I am good for. Okay, I will give it to you," she screamed for all the other high schoolers to hear.

Richard almost pulled back his arm but hugged her gently instead. "I don't want that. Well, maybe some other time, but not while we are in this school and not before we are together. Do you know what I mean by together?"

Connie nodded. "Sure I do. I have been together with over fifty guys."

"No," replied Richard. "Together means something much more than physical. It means in spirit. It means exclusivity. It means you never have to do that stuff again if you don't want to because you are with someone who cares."

Connie had stared at him.

Richard remembered that stare now sitting beside her at the dining table. "Remember when I told you what the word 'together' means?" he asked Connie.

Connie nodded her head, holding a damp Kleenex to her nose.

"I meant it then; I mean it now. I love you, Connie. I love the way you suck dick. I love the way you snarl when my cock enters your ass. I love it when you ride on top, screaming at the world, your orgasms squirting pussy juice onto my balls. But, most of all, I love your smile, gentle touch, gleaming eyes, and all-encompassing spirit that engulfs me whenever I see you. I love the you that is you. Do you understand?"

Connie's eyes filled with tears. "I do not deserve you. I cannot stay loyal. I love you so deeply; I know I will not survive when you leave me. But I cannot help it. I need to see other guys."

Richard did not flinch. He knew this was coming. He had expected it for years. He was ready. "I know," he replied.

Connie's eyes flashed in surprise. "You know what?"

Richard took a deep breath. "I know you need more than one guy. I have always known this day would come. I am prepared. But there will be conditions."

Connie nodded. She crumpled against Richard, her arms embracing him. "God, where did I find this guy?" she cried.

Richard ran his fingers through her raven-black hair. "I said there will be conditions."

Connie nodded, her tears soaking his chest. "I heard you. I will do anything for you, anything at all."

"You will have to. Can we talk about it? I mean, in a preliminary way?"

Connie nodded. "Okay."

"Not in the dining room," said Richard. "Stay here; I am going to rearrange the living room."

Connie pulled her arms back, allowing Richard to rise. He grabbed her hands and held them. "Remember, you said you will do anything."

Connie stared at him. "Yes, okay, whatever you say."

Richard turned to the living room, shedding his jacket. He flexed his fingers and got busy.

Connie sat, wondering what Richard was doing. She heard him grunt several times, then listened to the brush of cloth and the clatter of window blinds. Connie knew when Richard dashed up the stairs and when he returned. She closed her eyes. When she opened them, Richard stood before her, her best pair of six-inch heels in his hand.

"What?" she asked.

"Strip and put these on," ordered Richard.

"Huh? Why?"

Richard's eyes danced across Connie's face, looking for any hint of resistance. "You said you would do anything."

Connie nodded. "Yes, I will."

"Then?" Richard held out the heels.

Connie's eyes glowed. "Oh, yeah. I did say that, and I meant it, now and always." She stood and stripped.

Richard watched as Connie revealed her entire body to the house. He was not surprised about what he saw; he had seen it every day for the last twenty-three years. Her body was perfect. Connie's physique retained its youthful glow despite delivering two kids. Her C-cup breasts stood firm and beautiful despite her forty-eight years of life, several years of which had required unreasonable endurance. Richard remembered the tender moments spent rubbing oil onto her expanding belly during her two pregnancies. "No stretch marks for you," he had said, and he was correct; there were no distinguishing marks on her.

Richard chuckled at the memory of Connie's purr when he massaged the oil into her belly. He knew how much she wanted to maintain a taut body. Now, she stood before him, naked, her dazzling C-cup breasts still as firm as they were when he first felt them on the night of their fourth date. Connie had cried when his hand fondled her nipples. Richard's sense of wonder remained at how such lovely orbs could retain their beauty over years of fondling, sucking, and wringing when they were in the depths of passion. Surely, there had to be some damage.

Connie stood, her hands on her hips twisting back and forth in a model-type move. "See what you get?"

Richard handed Connie the heels. When she bent over to put them on, Richard could not help but notice that Connie's breasts did not distend. He shook his head. He had heard so many husbands complain in restrooms about how their wives' tits sagged and were unattractive after delivering a couple of kids.

Connie stood, opened her arms, and asked, "Now what?"

Richard motioned toward the living room.

Connie grinned and strode past him. She hesitated when she reached the room. The windows and doors were open. The blinds were raised, and the curtains were drawn back. Richard had moved the couch before the window facing the street outside.

"Sit on the couch," Richard ordered.

Without pause, Connie walked to the couch and sat, her body facing the window. From experience, Connie knew that her couch sat a good six inches higher than other couches. She remembered taking her walks and looking back at the front window when the curtains and blinds were drawn. The gingerbread covering above the window blocked the sun, so there was no blackout effect. Everyone driving or walking past could see in the house. She cringed.

"No, do not hide," said Richard. "Sit up straight."

Connie's pussy squirmed when she followed his order.

"Move to the center of the couch."

Connie scooted over, knowing that her areoles were in plain view. The thought made her nipples hard. She gasped.

Richard returned to the dining room, grabbed a chair, and set it to the side, out of sight of anyone outside. He sat in it, crossed his arms across his chest, and said. "Okay, now we will talk."

Connie felt vulnerable but in a good way. "Okay," she replied. "Why here?"

"Because you are asking to be exposed, aren't you?"

Connie hesitated. "I guess that is part of it. It's a need. You know?"

Richard shook his head. "No, I don't know, but if you say you need it, that is good enough for me. You haven't lied to me since we hitched, that I know of."

"No, I never lied to you after that time when..."

"Let's talk about that time. I had to attend Harvard. I was over 500 miles away. I tried to call you every night."

Connie hung her head. "I know."

"Hold your head up, honey. I want anyone who looks to know it is you sitting naked in the window."

Connie raised her head. "Yes, Richard, anything you say."

"Then, one night, you did not answer the phone. Nor did you answer the next night or the next. I could not get hold of you for a week. Why was that?"

"You know why it was."

"I want to hear you say it to the world."

Connie took in a deep breath. "Because I was seeing other guys."

"Seeing?"

"Alright. I sucked their dicks and fucked them every night."

"What else?"

"I kissed them hard. I wanted them to use me."

"Why?"

Tears began rolling down Connie's cheeks. "For the same reason I need other guys now. I'm a slut."

"How does your pussy feel?"

"It wants cock. Lots and lots of cock."

"Why?"

"I don't know. I just do."

"What about your mouth? Does it need more cum than I can give you?"

"Yes," Connie screamed.

"And your ass? Does your asshole crave cock, too?

"Yes. All of me."

"Don't I give that to you?"

"Yes, but it is not enough. I need more. A lot more."

Richard paused momentarily, watching Connie's body quake as she revealed her hidden self. "I understand," he said.

Connie sobbed. "I'm sorry. I am so sorry."

"I know."

"What can I do?" cried Connie.

"Anything you want. But you will do it only when I consent. I will allow for your needs. Now, stand up and go to the door."

Connie stood on shaking legs. "Yes, Richard." Connie reached the door and turned back to Richard. "Is this okay?"

"No. Face the street."

Connie felt her throat involuntarily gulp. The window had, at least, provided a sense of protection, but to be standing naked in an open doorway revealed all without any barriers. Shrugging her shoulders, Connie turned to the street, grabbing the door sill for support.

"Reach up and grab the sill as high as you can."

Connie's eyes leaked a flood of tears matching the juices running down her inner thighs. She reached up, feeling her breasts rise with her arms.

"Stretch," commanded Richard.

Connie stretched, reaching as far as she could. The exposure was absolute.

"Tell me again why you fucked all those guys while I was gone."

Connie wept. Between sobs, she managed to say, "I don't know. I don't know. I loved you. You are the most understanding man God ever created. I love you still; I always will."

"Search inside for the answer. How many guys did you have sex with while I was gone?"

"Shit. I don't know. It might be forty or fifty, maybe more."

"Why so many?"

"Because they weren't you." Connie started blubbering. "I love you, Richard. I need you. If you don't want me to see other guys, I will try to stop."

"What do you mean you will try to stop?"

"Oh, God. Oh, God. I have already fucked other guys."

"When?"

"Today. Yesterday. All this week."

"How many guys?"

"Richard. Please don't leave me. I did a spit-roast on Monday, a double penetration on Tuesday, a ten-man gangbang on Wednesday, and five triple penetrations on Thursday."

"Where?"

"Not here."

"Where?"

"Downtown at four different bars."

"How did you do it?"

"I contacted them through online. I made arrangements. They said they were discreet."

"Did you like it?"

"God, Richard, why are you asking all these questions? I don't want to hurt you."

"Did you like it?"

"Yes, yes, yes," Connie screamed. "I wanted more, but I had to stop; I had to get home to you."

"Did the thought of me coming home and finding an empty house make you stop?"

"Oh, Richard. No, I didn't want you to find out."

"So, you stopped because you didn't want to get caught. Why does getting caught matter?"

Connie lowered her head. "I don't know. You know I am a cunt. You know I was always going to cheat."

"Yes, now we must find out how to let you cheat without others knowing."

Connie turned her head and stared at Richard while maintaining her hold on the door sill. "You would let me do that?"

Richard stared into Connie's eyes. He waited, making Connie wonder if he was staying or leaving. "Yes, but under my conditions."

Connie fell to the floor, tears staining her cheeks. Through the blubbering, she raised her hands to him and cried, "Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God. I thought I was losing you. Why would you do that for me?"

"Because I love you, Connie. Have I ever shown you anything other than love?"

Connie snuffled. "No. But this is so big."

"Yes, it is. Now, go and sit on the bench on the porch."

Connie rose and timidly stepped onto the porch, sliding to the bench under the window.

Richard followed her out. "Okay, now we can talk some more."

Connie nodded. The sound of a vehicle approaching made her cringe.

"No, I told you to sit up."

Connie rose and arched her back, flinging her tits out before her as a truck whizzed past.

Richard grinned. "Yes, my love, be proud of those tits. They are magnificent."

Connie grinned at Richard. "You think?"

"I know."

"Can I stand? I want to go to the rail and show off what you get."

Richard hesitated. "Maybe later. Right now, we need to set some guidelines."

Connie looked him in the eye. "Guidelines?"

"Yes. First, you can never bring a guy home without my permission and presence."

"I wouldn't do that anyway."

"Well, not so far. Second, for every minute you spend with another man, you must spend ten with me in total submission following my every command, anywhere I say at any time I say, doing whatever I say with anyone I say without comment."

Connie stared at Richard. "What are you thinking?"

"I am not currently thinking of anything. But I am sure I will come up with stuff you might object to. You are not allowed an objection."

"Why not?"

Richard shrugged his shoulders. "Connie, think about what you are asking of me. You are asking me to surrender my exclusive rights to you given by you during our wedding, vowing to forsake all others before God, your family, our friends, and everyone since. You have shown a brave face, I must admit, but you have gone behind my back to have extreme sex with other guys. I have every right to leave, but I am staying. Why? Because of my love for you. Hell, Connie, I am a relatively wealthy guy. I could desert you right now and get one of those trophy wives. I won't do that. Why? Once again, because I love you. My commitment is to you. No other woman will ever take your place. "

"I feel the same way," said Connie.

"And yet, we have this situation where you must physically abuse our vows, trust, and commitment. I am prepared to accept that. But you must give me something back. You must surrender yourself to me, body and soul. You must give me back some currency for your betrayal. And that is what it is--betrayal. I cannot say it plainer than that. You have a need that destroys our promises to each other. You must make amends every time you break those promises. Otherwise, you will drive me away. Do you understand?"

Connie's face fell. Tears began to flow again. "Yes. Yes, Richard. I will do anything you say."

Richard took a deep breath. "You almost destroyed us, Connie. You might accomplish that yet, but I am willing to try. Are you?"

Connie's sobs wracked her body for minutes. Finally, she raised her head. "Yes," she shouted to the world. "I am Richard's wife. I follow him, no matter what. I promise. I promise. I fucking promise."

Richard waited for the echoes to die. Then he nodded to Connie, "Alright, my love. Let's go into the house."

Connie rose from the bench. "Can I stand at the railing for a while?"

Richard shook his head. "Not yet. Later tonight, after we talk some more, then you can come out here in heels only, alone, and make your stand. Make sure you turn the porch light on when you do."

Connie laughed and danced into the living room. "Shall I sit on the couch?" she asked.

"Good idea. I am ordering Thai. Stay there and answer the door when it is delivered. Make sure the delivery person feels welcome. You might be seeing them again."

"Ohhhhh," said Connie. "So, we are beginning tonight?"

"Yes. You owe me weeks of submission for those five days of fucking behind my back."

"Done," replied Connie.

"Oh, and what you are wearing now? That is your dress code for the unforeseen future. Heels, and nothing but heels."

"Always? What if I go shopping?"

Richard smirked. "I will get you several outfits for that."

Connie squeezed her shoulders together, causing her breasts to bulge. "I can hardly wait."

While Richard called for Thai food, Connie sat straight in the center of the couch, arching her back so that any curious onlooker would see her breasts. Her body was so excited that she felt every cell would explode soon.

When the Thai food arrived, Connie rose from the couch and went to the open doorway. The delivery person was a young blonde woman who grinned at Connie, her eyes sparkling. "My name is Amy," said the woman. "No need to pay me; your husband, that lucky guy, already paid the bill plus the tip online. Wow. You are a beauty. My husband would be dropping his load right now if he were here."

"Why, thank you. After what I revealed today, I believe we are looking for some things in a month or so. If you leave me your number, I will call you tomorrow, once my husband and I have worked out the details, and talk with you."

"Oh, my God. Okay, where is my pen? Oh, here it is in my breast pocket. Oh, God, speaking of breasts. Are those real? They are so perfect."

Connie giggled. She had not expected such a reaction from a married woman. "Yes, they are real."

"Gosh, this gets better and better all the time."

"Thank you for the delivery. Oh, and Amy, please keep this to yourself and your husband. We don't want just anybody to come calling, not yet anyway."

Amy ran her fingers across her lips as a sign of secrecy. The two women locked eyes briefly, and Amy handed Connie her name, phone number, and address. "My husband's name is Ezerah. He's one of those big teddy bears we girls like so much. I am so lucky to have him. We have four kids, so I need to work this job. Hah, it helps to keep my weight down."

"It doesn't look like you need any help with that," commented Connie.

"Hah, look in the mirror, honey. You are perfect. I just am."

"Do you want to come in for a minute? I would like you to meet Richard."

"Oh, can I?"

"Sure, why not?"

Connie turned and walked toward the kitchen, carrying the Thai food. Amy silently followed her.

"Richard," said Connie. "Let me introduce you to Amy. She wanted to meet the lucky guy who has this," she waved her hand across her body.

Richard peered at Amy. "My, you are quite cute. Where do you work out?"

Amy chuckled, "At the gym of motherhood."

Richard and Amy laughed. "We know how that is," replied Richard. "We just got our last one of two out of the house."

"I still have four at home."

"Really?" asked Richard. "How do you keep the home fires burning with four kids running around?"

"Oh, sometimes we get a motel and have Ezerah's mother watch them. Besides, they aren't a hassle at all. My kids are well-behaved. They have to be with the limited funds available. We would never be able to bail them out of trouble."

Richard looked at Amy. "You sound educated. Do you have a degree?"

Amy laughed. "Yeah, Ezerah and I both have degrees. Mine is in literature, what Ezerah calls unemployment 101, and Ezerah has a degree in computer science, which I call Intro to Nerd. He's always playing around with computers. He seems to think he will eventually discover something. Meanwhile, we get by with his wages and my part-time jobs."

Richard frowned. "How many part-time jobs do you have?"

"Oh, three. All of them are in fast food. I like this one the best. As the delivery person, I get to meet a lot of people. I have made many friends through this job."

Richard looked at Amy with concern. "Doesn't it take a toll?"

"Yes, but my kids and Ezerah are worth it. God, how I love that man."

Connie asked, "How old are you?"

"I am twenty-nine, and Ezerah is thirty. Our kids are six, four, three, and two. Our house is not big like this one. We have a three-bedroom bungalow. It's enough for two kids in each bedroom. Thank goodness we had two boys and two girls; otherwise, three kids in one bedroom would be impossible regardless of whether it was three boys or three girls."

Richard nodded and turned to plate the food. Connie asked when Amy would be available for a call. After writing down the information, Amy left.

Connie hovered around Richard. "What did you think of her?" she asked.

"Cute. She has a lot on her plate."

"Yeah, a plateful of love." Connie hung her head for a moment. "I was thinking about you, Richard. What are you going to do while I play around? I mean, is that fair?"

"I haven't thought that far ahead, but I can tell you one thing. I won't be visiting any married women."

"Ahhh, Richard. I was thinking about it differently. What if I only went out with married guys, and their wives stayed with you."

"Humph. Something to think about. Now, let's eat. Oh, here is a napkin. I don't want your skin dyed Thai food grunge."

"Oh, Richard, you think of everything."

"No, not yet, though your thoughts on married couples only are interesting."

"Well, maybe not married, but certainly committed."

"Humph. And she speaks wisdom again. No more any stranger that walks up then?"

Connie shook her head. "No, not unless it is an event that the married man I am going out with has arranged, with your approval, of course."

"Geez, Connie. From where are you coming up with these amazing ideas?"

"Now that all the terror of being discovered is past us, I see a lot of possibilities that I could not visualize before."

"Well, keep them coming."

Connie saluted. "Will do, Sir."

For the first time in weeks, Richard laughed. He looked at Connie. "You are getting cum on your face tonight. Enough loads so that when you are standing naked on the porch, you can smell it."

Connie's eyes glowed. "And, if someone comes up to the porch, they will see it on me."

"I don't think anyone will do that, but yeah, they will see it."

"A short cum walk?"

"What is that?"

"When someone gets cum on them and then walks around, sometimes in a crowd, showing it off."

Richard slapped the table. "And she comes up with another good idea."

Connie giggled.

"Okay," said Richard. "I want to get you a new wardrobe. One more fitting of the whore you want to be."

Connie grinned. "Like?"

"Well, something different for different occasions. Of course, you understand that you will never again wear a bra or panties, don't you?"

"I had not thought about it. Oh, what about when Mother comes to visit?"

"You will call her tomorrow and explain that your troubles have returned, and we are working on it. Tell her about your new wardrobe. If she can't handle it, and I am betting she can, she can stay away."

Connie stared at her plate for a moment. "I don't want to tell Mother. But if you order it, I will. What are you thinking about for outside the home?"

"Well, you need something revealing, yet it covers the essentials. You know, a micro-mini with a slit at one thigh. And a transparent top that does not show every detail but lets everyone know you have fantastic tits."

"Hmmm, I see. What about parties?"

Richard shrugged. "It depends on the party. If you are going to a fuck fest, then what does it matter? You won't be wearing anything very long anyway. If you are going boating or sunbathing, then you need a bikini. One that catches everyone's eye and barely hides anything."

"I have thought about bikinis a lot," said Connie. "What? Don't look at me that way. I never suggested it because of your business position. You can't have a wife flaunting her tits at a corporate party, can you?"

Richard laughed. "I need to get you out more. Flaunting tits and ass is what every trophy wife does, and there are a lot of trophy wives at the executive level."

Connie got a serious look on her face. "You know, Richard, I never wanted to be one of those."

"Yeah, I figured you didn't. That's why I never took you to one of those events. You would have been so bored, and I had so much to do."

Connie reached across the table and grabbed Richard's hand. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For loving me. Even if we don't make it through this, I want you to know you are my life."

Richard tugged on Connie's hand, pulling her body across the table. He kissed her, rubbed his nose on hers, and said, "You are my life, too."

Connie pulled back. "Eat, silly guy. You are going to need extra energy tonight."

"Yeah, well, it is not even eight o'clock yet. I don't want to dive into you tonight. We need to find something else for you to do."

Connie's face dropped. "Why? I was hoping... "

"Because you cheated today. You didn't tell me how many, but I know you cheated. I can smell it on you."

Connie's eyes welled with tears. "Six," she said.

"Six, what?"

"I did six guys today. I know I told you about Monday through Thursday. I was hoping that would reveal enough."

"Six guys? Is that enough for one day?"

Connie shook her head, her face crumbling. "No. I need more. Besides, at my insistence, they all used condoms, so I didn't get any cum, except for the last load from each guy that went on my face and body. Just like on the other days, I refused to take the risk of getting an STD. I could not do that to you. Nobody came inside me, not even my mouth. You know how much I love the taste of cum. I was hoping to get it from you."

Richard laid down his fork and raised his hand. "No. You went behind my back for the last time, I hope. I won't do you tonight." He tipped his head. "I heard about something that happens every Friday night in another town." He rose from the table. "Let me make a couple of calls."

Connie lowered her eyes, groaned, and rose to clear the table. While cleaning, she heard Richard on the phone. "Where? Is it safe? Everyone is tested? You sure? Will you vouch for us? You will order it? Gotcha."

Richard appeared at the kitchen door. "Okay. We are taking a trip to Newton. You are participating in an event."

"Oh? What event?"

"You do not need to know until you are in it. All you need to know is that the guys are tested every week, and only clean guys get to participate, so you will get that taste of cum you need so badly. Now, get into the car; we are almost late already."

Connie stood, looking at Richard. She opened her mouth to say something, then closed it.

"Connie, get your ass in gear. You want to fuck; you're going to fuck."

Connie looked into Richard's eyes. What she saw there was assurances. "Are you sure?"

"Look, Connie, you agreed to do what I tell you. Judge Curt assured me that everything was safe and we wouldn't be hassled. Get your ass in the car. No, you don't need to take anything with you. Get out there, now."

Connie gasped. She hurried to the garage and climbed into the passenger side of the Mercedes.

Richard followed her, ensuring the house doors were locked and all the gas and electrical devices were turned off. He climbed into the driver's seat and gunned the car. He barely waited for the garage door to clear before he began backing out of the garage.

Connie connected her seat belt, the only thing hiding a portion of her body. Richard connected his seat belt while driving forward. Connie saw his concentration and realized he was in a hurry.

"Sit up," said Richard. "One thing great about June is that at 8 o'clock, the sun is still up. I am driving you through town. Get those tits high enough for everyone to see."

Connie gulped. This was an adventure she had not seen coming. Juices ran from her pussy onto the seat. "I should have brought a towel," she thought. She turned to Richard. "Next time, remind me to bring a towel."

"Whatever for?"

"To keep my juices off the leather seat. I might stain them or something. I am running like a faucet."

Richard grinned as they hit downtown. "Good to know. Another thing I didn't think about."

Connie laughed.

They made it through town without detecting any fuss. When they reached the Interstate, Connie asked, "What would you have done if the cops stopped us?"

"That's easy. If a cop stops us, I will have you blow him or eat her, with promises of more to come."

Connie blushed. "You wouldn't."

"Welcome to your new world, honey. You're an easy piece. The cops would have stopped you eventually, anyway. What would you have done to stay out of court, and coincidentally, the press, for indecent exposure? If I am with you, you are under my orders, and I have a lot of IOUs to take advantage of."

Connie could not think of a reply. She sat in the seat, her back arched, bringing her breasts as high as possible while Richard sped down the Interstate. She wanted to hide when Richard passed car after car on the left side. Instead, she held herself erect despite knowing for a fact, considering some of the stares she received, that others saw her.

They came to the Exit for Newton. Richard pulled to the right lane, slowed, and exited while passengers in another car grinned and waved. "Okay," said Richard. "We have to travel through Newton, then take the road toward Skampa. We go for ten miles and turn on the only dirt road that leads to the right. We are going to a little private campground beneath the hill you see there." He motioned toward the right, where a tall hill towered over the landscape. "It's not yet nine o'clock when the event is due to start. When I stop and turn off the engine, roll down your window and wait."

"Yes, Richard."

Richard grinned at Connie. "You are dogging tonight. That's what they call it. Dogging is when I take you to a location in a vehicle, and you do whatever any guy wants. Understand?"

Connie gulped and nodded.

"Okay," said Richard. "Remember, you are representing me. I am ordering you to do this. Don't you dare refuse anyone requesting any act. You are free to be used until midnight. That's three hours of continuous fucking. Get it? Accept your penance for your cheating today."

Connie nodded, "Yes, my love."

Richard drove slowly into the campground. The evening sky was still bright with light when he stopped at the campground's center and turned off the engine.

Connie lowered her window. They waited.

An RV sat off to the side of the incoming road. Three men stepped out of it and approached the car.

"Hey, lady, you looking for us?"

"Say yes," whispered Richard.

Connie's mouth felt dry. She nodded to the man and said, "Yes."

"What are you looking for from us?"

"Anything you want."

"What's available?"

Connie glanced at Richard. "Everything."

One of the three guys opened the door. Connie released her seat belt and turned toward the men.

The man who had not yet spoken shouted to Richard, "Hey, man, what are you doing here?"

Richard bared his teeth. "I am the husband. Judge Curt sent us. I am offering my wife for your pleasure until midnight when we will leave. I am her protection. And believe me, you don't want to get on my bad side."

The men held their hands up to their faces, palms out. "Take it easy, man. We don't want any trouble, just a bit of fun."

"Yeah, well, do not harm her. You can hurt her, but any harm will come out of your hides," Richard snarled.

The man looked Connie up and down. He turned to Richard. "Man, you brought us a fine piece and if the Judge vouches for her, then we accept this gift. We would never damage a choice selection like this one. When you say hurt but not harm, what are your limits?"

Richard climbed out of his side of the Mercedes. Connie watched him approach the men. She had not noticed the firearm strapped to his side. "First, you cannot take her away. Connie must always be in contact with the car."

"Yeah," said the first man, noticeably intimidated by Richard's size and the fact that he was armed. "That is standard for this place. The Judge's rules, you know?"

Richard stared at the men. "Second, you can pull her hair, yank her about, force her to her knees. Hold her arms behind her, and slap her ass, not hard, just enough to let her know who is in control. Another thing you cannot do is once you start, you cannot leave her without a cock in her somewhere until midnight. It must be a continuous dicking of some kind. Connie is here to be fucked. How many dicks are there here?"

The man smirked. "About fifty."

Richard nodded. "That might be enough. I assume some of you will want to go for round two or three?"

The man's eyes bulged. "With a beauty like this? You won't find this camp lacking in giving her our full attention."

Richard nodded. "This is Friday night. Won't there be more women here?"

The man nodded. "Yeah, but nothing of this quality."

Richard looked at his watch. "We have five minutes remaining before you can start fucking Connie. Start gathering your guys. Warn them that if they harm Connie, they are mine, and I do not play nice."

The man nodded. He motioned for the other two to find other residents of the campground.

"Ah," said Richard. "You will be first, I see. There are another four minutes to wait. You can kiss her until I tell you to stop."

The man moved closer to Connie. She stood in the Mercedes' doorway. Her heart pounded. She had no idea what to expect from these guys. Hell, she hadn't known what to expect from all the other guys either, so why hesitate? "Go for it," she mumbled to herself.

The man took her into his arms, and Connie reached her lips to his, kissing him hard, grinding her tongue into his mouth.

"Wow," he said, breaking off the kiss. "This one really wants it."

Richard chuckled. "Yep. I hope your guys are up to the task."

"So do I," said Connie, and she stuck her tongue back into the man's mouth.

Richard watched as the area around the car grew thick with men. When Connie was wholly encircled, Richard motioned for a pause. The man kissing Connie pulled his head back. "What?" he shouted, frustration flooding his voice.

Richard stared at the man. "Know this," he growled. "No one complains. You can and are expected to scream out your orgasms, you can call Connie a whore or a bitch or a skank or a cunt, but you may not complain about anything. Understand?"

The men around Connie nodded. Richard noticed that Connie's eyes were blurry.

"Okay, this is how it is going to go. Connie will suck off the first ten guys." Richard held up a set of cuffs. "Before you begin, bind her hands behind her for the blow jobs. When she is sucking cock, you can have her do it in any way, from letting her do the work to cramming your cock down her throat while fucking her face. Then she will fuck the next ten. Before she starts fucking, you need to open the cuff on her left hand and attach the open cuff to the bar below the passenger-side seat. Please note that Connie is wearing her wedding ring. With each guy, she will begin the fucking by stroking his cock with her left hand while begging him to get into her pussy. While she is fucking that guy, she will be stroking the next guy to get him ready, and so on. You can have her on her back, knees, or riding on top of you. It makes no difference. The same applies to the next ten guys who will be fucking Connie in the ass."

Richard waved his hand toward the man with his arm draped possessively around Connie's shoulders. "Your friend indicated that you guys might like to do Connie twice or thrice. That's good because, after all those single penetrations, Connie is just warmed up. We expect you guys to stick around and start spit-roasting her. She loves that. You must release the cuffs from the bar and move them to the handy winch clip at the front of the grill. I will start the car and turn on the lights so Connie appears in the spotlight as she takes two guys at once. Twenty guys will do her oral and vaginal. Then another twenty will do her oral and anal. And then another twenty will do her vaginal and anal. She will finish the night doing triples. Everyone will cum inside her until 11 o'clock. I will let you know then that every load after that, until midnight, will be delivered on her face, tits, or ass. Got it?"

The men looked at each other and nodded.

"Okay," said Richard, "it's 9 o'clock; let's get these cuffs on her so you can start using her mouth."

The man who had been kissing Connie took the cuffs and applied them. He forced her to her knees. She waited while he deftly took out his cock and plopped it into her mouth. Connie groaned in pleasure and began sucking furiously. The other men, seeing Connie's urgency, quickly undressed. They waited for Connie to finish with the first guy. He shouted, "I'm cumming," and thrust his cock hard into Connie's mouth.

When the cum hit her mouth, Connie lost all sense of reason. The familiar mist of lust took over her mind, and she offered herself completely to the crowd.

The cock in her mouth softened, and she shouted, "Next," with urgency lacing her voice. Another cock followed immediately, the man laughing as Connie started bobbing his shaft.

After the first five cocks had splashed their load in Connie's mouth, the sixth guy grabbed her by the hair and shouted, "Take it hard, Bitch." He held her hair on both sides of her head and thrust hard into her throat. Connie moaned in response. When he came, he buried his cock in her throat. Connie beamed when she felt the ropes of cum hit her esophagus. He pulled out, and Connie grinned.

"Next guy. Do it harder," she cried when a ten-inch-thick cock sprang into her vision. She opened her mouth wide, inviting him to fuck her throat. He grinned and pounded his cock into her throat in one stroke. Connie gasped in pleasure, shocking the men watching her performance. The next three blowjobs were rough.

The final blowjob was the roughest yet. The man sported a ten-inch cock as thick as a coke can. He grabbed Connie by the hair at the back of her head and angled her face up. His cock hit her face and swept across it. He kept rubbing his dick across her face, grinning at her. "How do you like that, Whore?" he asked.

"God," Connie screamed. "I love it."

The man grinned and stuck the head of his cock into her mouth.

Connie felt her jaws stretch wider than ever before. The cock went in.

The man laughed, opened his legs wide, and stepped forward, placing his feet at either side of Connie's knees. Connie arched her back to accommodate him, forcing her breasts higher until they cuddled his enormous balls. He hovered over her, Connie's tits and neck visible from behind him. He thrust straight down.

Richard looked on, shocked to see how Connie's breasts were mounding. The outline of the man's cock was easily visible inside Connie's neck. Richard watched men dive for their clothes. They pulled out their phones and began filming.

One man gasped. "Look at those tits. This girl is really turned on."

Another man answered him. "Yeah, and look at that neck. You can see Ralph's cock buried there. Look at that, he's fucking her throat. You can see every pump."

Richard wondered if he should stop the face fucking. He almost acted, then another man shouted, "Look at that. You can see him pumping cum into her neck. Wow."

The man slowly pulled his flaccid cock out of Connie's mouth and gasped. "God, woman, that was the best blow job ever."

Richard saw Connie grinning. He heard her say, "Thank you for your cum. I felt it shoot down there."

The man stepped back and turned to Richard. "That is quite a woman you got there."

Richard nodded.

The men moved Connie to the open passenger door. They released her left hand from the cuffs and attached the cuff to the bar under the seat. A grinning man thrust his cock at Connie. "Stroke it, whore."

Richard watched the glow on Connie's face intensify as she grabbed his cock with her left hand and began stroking, rubbing the cock with her wedding ring. Her eyes found Richard. He nodded. Connie grinned wide and began stroking faster.

It was not long before the guy she was stroking forced her to the ground, the grass marking her back. "Fuck me," she shouted.

"Yeah," cried the man. He got onto his knees and forced the head of his cock into her soaking cunt.

"Yes," shouted Connie, raising her legs to wrap around his waist. "Do me. Do me. God, give it all to me."

The man thrust his cock deep into Connie.

Her back arched as she came. "Ohhhhhhh. More, more," she cried.

The two developed a rhythm. Connie suddenly found another cock in her left hand. She began stroking it.

"Fuck me. Cum in me," she screamed as another orgasm burst through her.

The man shouted, "I'm cumming," and pounded Connie's cunt deep. His expression showed a deep pleasure as he thrust deep and hard, delivering his seed.

Connie cried out, her breath coming in frantic gasps, "Yes, yes, give me that hot cum."

The man pulled his flaccid cock out, and the cock Connie had been stroking got between her legs.

"Hurry," cried Connie. "I need that cock."

He thrust in, and another dick landed in Connie's hand; she found it difficult to concentrate on fucking one penis while stroking the next, but it was Richard's order, so she did the best she could. Her mind released, and her back eagerly arched high as the second cock flooded her pussy with seed.

Gasping, she released the grip on the third cock and told the man connected to it, "Give it to me hard." He did just that.

The fourth man turned her over and punched his cock into her doggie, as did the fifth and sixth men. On her knees, with her right hand holding her body up next to the car grille, Connie found it easier to stroke cocks with her left hand. She was dazzled by the light flickering off her ring. Suddenly, Connie understood the meaning of Richard's demand. She was stroking strange cocks through the emblem of her marriage, making it a symbol of change. She gasped at the realization. Her eyes grabbed Richards, and she nodded. "Yes," she screamed, affirming more than the orgasm wracking her body.

Connie's mind drifted into sexual bliss.

The seventh guy demanded Connie climb on top. She did and rode him like a cowgirl, hurling cries of orgasmic pleasure to the stars above. She loved it when her brain began to shut down, surrendering to her body's demands.

By the eighth cock, her hungry cunt was growling. She could not stop as the last two guys came in her sloshing pussy, adding their hot seed. Her cunt gobbled it up.

When the guys started fucking her ass, Connie's mind shut down completely. The animal grunts and screams coming from her blew holes in the sky. The ten hot loads spraying into her ass were the perfect enema releasing every ounce of resistance from her body. She was ready to take on the world.

After the ten hot loads crammed her ass full of cum, Connie grinned at Richard. He nodded, and Connie knew he still loved her.

Her mouth was ready for the subsequent trial as men released her from the bar under the passenger seat and moved her to the front of the Mercedes. They attached the cuffs to the winch link and stood around her, seemingly questioning what to do next.

Richard stood before her for a moment and whispered. "It's only ten o'clock. Can you last another two hours?"

Connie smiled at him. "Yes, please, more," she whispered back, her voice urgent.

Richard nodded and backed away.

Connie went into overdrive, eagerly taking a cock into her mouth and pussy. The cocks pounded her, and she drifted on an orgasmic cloud. Her body quivered and ached, not in pain, but in need. She wanted everything they had to spare, and she got it. The guys kept cumming, and Connie's body demanded more and more. Within thirty minutes, Connie had taken the measure of ten oral/vaginal spit-roasts and ten oral/anal spit-roasts. Awakening from the fog of sexual bliss, she became aware that she was taking a double penetration with a cock in her ass and in her pussy. Connie shivered when she understood she could not stop. With her mouth free of cock, she howled, ripping the stars with her passion.

"More," she cried, and her mind went blank again.

Richard watched Connie take cock after cock. When the men started spit-roasting her, he nodded. The time was approaching two hours, and Connie was nearing the end of her spit-roasts. Richard realized Connie was nowhere near satisfied. He looked at the remaining men, looking for a third round with Connie. He shook his head. These would not be enough unless they went for a fourth time. The one thing he wanted from tonight was for Connie to be completely satisfied. He did not think this dogging experience would do the trick.

At eleven, Connie was on her first triple penetration. Richard interrupted the men. "It's eleven; you guys know what to do."

There were a few chuckles, then the guy who was currently plunging Connie's throat raised up and sent two ropes of cum onto her brow.

Richard sighed. "Good start," he said. "I want her covered."

The initial man shouted, "You heard the husband. Plaster her. We want them to return, so make sure every inch of her is splattered."

When Connie was on her fourth triple penetration, a car pulled up next to the Mercedes. A man and woman crawled out. Richard noticed the woman was pretty but a bit heavy, even though she was much younger than Connie. The woman shook her head. She walked over to Richard. "Okay, big guy. You look like the man in charge here. When is this whore going to be finished."

Richard grinned at the labeling of Connie as a whore. "Midnight," he said.

The woman looked at her phone. "Hmmm, another fifteen minutes." Another car drove into the campground. Two men stepped out. They quickly joined the man who had arrived with the woman, stripped, and waited their turn with Connie.

Four guys who had been servicing Connie throughout the night stepped in front of the new woman. "Hey, Maggie," said one of the guys, holding his phone in front of the woman, "you gotta see this."

Maggie took the phone in her hand a tapped the screen. Connie's last blowjob flickered across the screen. Maggie's mouth flew open. "I have never seen anything like that."

Richard chuckled.

Maggie tapped his shoulder. "Did you see that?"

Richard nodded and grinned.

"Who is that cock sucker?" asked Maggie.

Richard replied, "That is my wife. Her name is Connie."

Maggie stepped back. "You lucky guy. With a wife like that, you must know a lot of moves." She replayed the scene on the phone. "We will call this move the 'Connie' in honor of your wife."

The woman looked up from the screen and took in Richard's form. "You look like you would give a girl a real good time. Are you ready for something different? I mean, something less energetic? Probably not. Not with a Connie in your stable."

Richard smiled. He reached into his pocket, took out his wallet, and handed her a business card. "Not tonight, though, if your husband wants to share and follow my instructions to the letter when he takes my wife, then we can talk. I understand you all take STD tests every week?"

The woman laughed. "He ain't my husband. I have never been married and never will be. Oh, and these guys? Yeah, they are tested every week. The judge made them do that. Otherwise, there would not be a release like this for us frustrated ladies."

Richard nodded. "That's what the Judge told me. It makes sense. How long does this go on, anyway?"

"Till dawn, which at this time of year means about five in the morning in these parts."

"Well, we are leaving in ten minutes. I hope Connie didn't take all the cum out of these guys for you."

"It doesn't matter. At midnight, an entire crew of horny guys always show up. I will have plenty of fun."

Richard nodded. "Good," he said. "I wouldn't want to be the newcomer who takes away all the fun." He clapped his hands. "Okay, guys, less than ten minutes left. Let these new guys at Connie. They are fresh and should give her big loads. Here is another pretty lady with an appetite."

The men cheered and began lining up in front of Maggie. She grinned and tore off her clothes. The three men humping Connie came almost in sequence. First, the man in Connie's mouth pulled out and sprayed his load onto her face. Then the guy fucking her ass did the same on Connie's curvaceous butt. The last cock pulled out and tossed its yogurt onto her tits.

The three waiting men plunged into Connie with fresh energy. "Yes," Connie screamed before her mouth was plugged by an enormous cock. Within three minutes, each man was tossing semen onto her.

The men thanked Connie and left her side.

Richard went to his wife and pulled her to her feet by her cum soaked hair. "Are you satisfied yet?" he asked.

Connie shook her head. "Not yet." Her face crumpled, "What's wrong with me?"

Richard chuckled. "Not a thing, my love. You are what you are. And I am here to help."

Connie fell on her side. "Help me up?" she begged. "I can't feel my legs."

"Not to worry, sweetheart. We have the carriage waiting. Just give me a minute." Richard went to the trunk of the car, opened it and grabbed the emergency blanket he always kept in case of, well, emergencies. He spread it across the back and cushions of the seat on the passenger side. He motioned to the car, "Your chariot awaits, my Queen."

Connie grinned at him and crawled across the dirt to the Mercedes. She said, "From filth, the filthy cheater crawls for her love."

Richard chuckled as he closed the car door. He climbed in and gunned the car. While he turned the car around, he said, "Connie, you are being too hard on yourself. By my count, you took over a hundred loads tonight. You worked hard for each one. That makes you a champion."

Connie laughed. "Once I get home and clean up, you will take care of that. It's after midnight, and you promised me some cock."

Richard guffawed. "No sleep for us tonight."

Connie stared at him. "You mean, you believe that night is for sleeping? No way. Not anymore."