Anniversaries, Chapter 2

How could I answer that question? Was she already aware that I had been to a bordello instead of a gentlemen's club? Was she deliberately tormenting me? Did she know that I had made love to that prostitute? Or was she asking to make conversation? She might not have known anything; in which case, any answer would do. But if she did know, anything I said would be construed as a lie. I gripped the steering wheel to hide to my nervousness.

"It was okay," was all I could come up with.

"Were there a lot of pretty girls there?" she asked.

"Of course."

"Did they have big tits?"

"Some of them."

"Were they bigger than mine?"

"I didn't pay much attention."

"Yeah, right. Did they do lap dancing?"

"I guess you could call it that."

"I'm making you nervous. I'd better quit bugging you. You were just doing your job."

"How was your evening with your friends?"

"It was okay." She wasn't looking at me.

"What did you do?"

She put her hands in her lap and looked out the passenger side window. Her smile was gone. "Park the car," she said after a minute of silence. I pulled over to the curb and put the transmission in Park. "Turn the motor off." I switched the engine off and turned off the headlights. "I want you to know it wasn't my fault. I was tricked."

"What are you referring to?"

"I did something very bad. It wasn't my fault."

"What was it?

"I...." She stopped for a few seconds. "I was taken to a house." She choked back sobs. "They blindfolded me so I wouldn't know where I was." She started crying. "Rob, I love you. I didn't want to hurt you."

"What are you talking about?"

"You know those places where men go to buy sex?"

"Brothels?" Whorehouses?"

"Yes. There are places for women too." She buried her face in her hands. "They paid a man to fuck me, and I did it. I fucked him."

My own emotions were on a roller coaster. Shock. Disbelief. Rage. Relief. We had both been shanghaied. I couldn't hate her for being a victim as I had been. What kind of friends would put her in such a situation? Had pictures been taken? Were one or both of us vulnerable to blackmail? I had to respond. I couldn't pretend I hadn't heard her. It mattered to her so I couldn't say it didn't to me. An image formed in my mind of her being drilled by a man's prick. I couldn't see his face -- I knew it wouldn't be one I would recognize -- but I could see the look of lust and pleasure on hers. My cock began to stir at the thought of her breasts crushed against his chest, and of his prick thrusting in and out of her.

I put my arm around her and drew her to me. "You mean you were raped?"

"No, I went along with the whole thing. They told me he was paid for, and that there weren't any refunds, so I did it so they wouldn't have wasted their money. I thought I could ignore it, put it out of my mind and forget about it; just go on with our marriage like nothing had happened. It didn't seem like a big deal until I saw you coming toward me at the airport. Then I realized how stupid I had been."

I held her tightly. I felt a tear run down my cheek. "Cheryl, I love you. I want you to know that no matter what happens. Now tell me all about it."

"I fucked a male whore. What more is there to tell?"

"What did he look like? Was he good looking?"

"Yes, he was very handsome. He had a firm, square jaw, and deep blue eyes. He was strong and gentle. His chest was hairless. It was like he knew we were coming. I guess he had to have known. He came up to me when we entered and wished me a "Happy Anniversary." He already knew my name. He just took my hand and led me to his room.

"The lights in his room were all red. I had to laugh. I've heard the phrase 'red light district', but it was ridiculous. He smiled and seemed to understand the joke. We sat down on the sofa, and he brought me a glass of wine. He wasn't pushy at all. It was like a first date, but without the pretenses. We both knew sex would happen. It wasn't a matter of if, just when. I was already seduced. I just hadn't been fucked yet.

"I told him about us, you and me, and about our anniversary and how you had to be out of town on business. He said he understood that I would prefer to be with you instead of him, and that I didn't have to do anything I didn't want to. He did mention that my friends were watching us through a one-way mirror. At first, I didn't think they could be so crude. Then I remembered they had been crude enough to take me there.

"I looked down at his crotch. Yes, we girls check out you guys' equipment just like you stare at our boobs. He had an erection. That was really flattering. He probably fucks two, three, four women a day, but he was still turned on just from being with me. I hadn't touched him, or kissed him, or anything, but he still had a hardon.

"I put my wine glass down. He put his down, and I kissed him. It was so natural. I thought he would start pawing me, but he didn't. He didn't even touch my arm. He returned my kisses without trying to take things to the next level. I was in control. It wasn't until I put my arms around him and squeezed him that he put his arms around me. He didn't apply any pressure or hug me. His arms were just there. It felt so... so right. I felt like I belonged with him. I know I belonged with you, Rob, but at that moment, I was all his.

"I became more aggressive. I turned my head so I could push his against the back of the sofa, and I crushed my mouth to his. I started feeling him up. I gently squeezed his cock through his pants. It got even harder. It was big. You're bigger than the average man I had been with before we met, but he was even bigger. I was transformed. I was no longer the blushing bride; I had become a slut. I wanted him inside me.

"I had gone out looking like a good girl. I wore jeans and a sweater, and underwear: not sexy stuff, but a plain cotton bra and panties. I was determined to have fun, but I had no intention of being naughty. We had planned to go to a male strip club. That's why I laughed when you suggested we do that. This was so much better. I had my own stripper, and I could do anything I wanted with him. Finally, I stood up and started undressing. He just watched me until I told him to strip. Only then did he even remove his shoes.

"He only wore a shirt, pants, and shoes. After the shoes, he took the shirt off. He looked like a god with his hairless chest. Each muscle was well defined, but he didn't look like a muscle-builder. He was simply strong. When he dropped his pants, his cock bounced like a stick on a spring. He was totally hairless; his legs, his butt, his cock and balls, all had been shaved. He was big, at least ten inches and quite thick. He calmly stated I could take all of him with ease. It wasn't bragging. It was reassurance.

"When we were both naked, he took charge. He picked me up like I was a feather and carried me to the bed. His kisses were soft. He did my cheeks and neck first while his hands explored my tummy and sides. When he kissed my breasts, he put his hands on my ribs and lifted me like a rag doll. My nipples were hard as stones, but his lips made them stand out even more. Then he put his arm under my waist and lifted me again as he kissed my belly and hip bones. He didn't eat my pussy, at least not right away. He kissed me just around the edge of my pubic hair. I can't begin to tell you how good it felt. His lips covered my legs from the crotch to my toes and back. I was so wet I thought my pussy had turned into a river. The moment his tongue touched my cunt lips, I climaxed so hard I was sure I would have leg cramps. My toes curled tightly against the balls of my feet. I wasn't breathing anymore, just gasping and panting.

"I begged him to put his monster inside me. My juices were flowing freely, and I now knew why he could get into any woman. I pulled my legs up as he positioned himself between them. He put the head at my entrance and pushed very slightly. My lips parted immediately, and he pushed another half inch into me. He stretched me, but it didn't hurt. I was too hot for pain. I locked my ankles behind his bottom and pulled him the rest of the way into me. The tip of his cock pressed against my cervix. I came just from having such a full vagina. I was a bitch in heat. I couldn't get enough of that wonderful tool. I was bucking and thrusting against him with all my strength. He pulled back like he was going to pull out. I began to panic and pleaded with him to stay inside me. When only the tip was left in me, he shoved himself back in real hard, so hard that I came from that one single stroke. He did it to me again and again, and again and again I came. My orgasms were no longer distinct. I was having one continuous climax. I no longer felt my arms and legs, or the rest of my body. All I could feel was his thick tool slamming back and forth in my pussy. He was getting excited, and he thrusted faster and faster; his balls repeatedly slapped my ass. He arched his back and suddenly he stopped with his prick buried completely inside me. I felt his hot sperm shooting through my cervix into my womb. I humped him desperately to milk every drop of his man cream from him."

I was completely mesmerized by her tale of lust and passion. I sat silently for several minutes after she finished. Finally, she broke the silence. "I guess you'll want a divorce," she said with tears in her eyes.

I shook my head to bring myself back to reality. I kissed her lips gently. "No, no divorce," I said. "I love you more than ever. I'll never file for a divorce."

"I don't understand. I tell you how I fucked another man, and you love me for it."

I told her about my time with Theresa omitting not a single detail. When I was done, we both sat quietly thinking about what we had done. My heart was a lump in my throat as I waited for her to speak. At last he faced me. Silently she put her hand on my neck and pulled my lips to hers. "I guess neither of us qualifies for sainthood," she said. "This is going to sound crazy, but do you think you could find that place again?"

"I believe so. Why?"

"Because I would like to meet Theresa and thank her for showing you such a good time. Then I'd like her to make love to you again, this time with me watching."

"That's a long way to go to see a live sex show. We could call a local escort service."

"I want it to be Theresa. She sounds like a fantastic woman. I know she's a prostitute who was doing her job, but she is also a person, and that's who I want to meet. The think she and I could be friends. After all, we do have something in common." I chuckled.

"If we do that, and I'm not saying we will, then I get to watch you get screwed by... you didn't say his name."

"I didn't get it. I'll have to find out where that house is." She looked at her watch. "They've probably given our table away by now."

"Maybe they'll have another no show whose table we can get. Shall we give it a try?"

"Sure. By the way, Happy Anniversary, my love."

I smiled. "Happy Anniversary to you too."