by MIMI WILDE
Hope was too shocked to speak.
“No, I expect you haven’t. It hurts like hell. But I never said a word of protest.”
Hope took a deep breath, and it was suddenly very warm in the diner.
“So why do you think he broke up with you?”
Missy shrugged. “He got bored with me. Men do. In the end, I’m just not pretty enough.”
“I’m sorry,” Hope said.
It seemed a stupid thing for the wife to say to the mistress, but Hope felt a little sorry for the young girl. Hope motioned for the waiter to bring Missy another drink. She paid the tab and left a tip and then she stood up
“You want your husband back, Mrs. Wainwright,” Missy said.
“I want that more than anything,” Hope said.
“Then you’d better get used to taking it in the ass.”
…..
Missy had given her a lot to think about. At the last minute she turned on the highway heading back downtown instead of her home. She parked in the lot by her husband’s office. She wore jeans, a comfortable top, and flats. She was not dressed for seduction, but she had a sense that she was quickly running out of time. Thad had broken up with Missy and that meant he might already have his eye on somebody else. She knew just one quick fuck in the bathroom wasn’t going to bring him back. All the years she had been married to him, she had never understood him. She thought she did. She thought they were the same type, both raised in conservative, moderately wealthy families, both country-club people, civilized, educated and attractive. She thought it was enough to eat the right foods, do the right exercises, read the books everyone was reading, attend the same parties, and live out their lives as yuppies. She had never dreamed that Thad had such needs.
This time she didn’t bother with the receptionist. She brushed past her without speaking and found Janet.
“I need to see him,” she said.
“He’s not busy at the moment,” Janet said, “but are you sure it’s a good idea. Last time wasn’t very good.”
“I won’t leave crying this time,” Hope said. “I promise you.”
Janet called him on the phone and told her she could go in. Thad was behind a fancy big desk talking on the phone and he waved her into a chair. In a few minutes he hung up the phone and leaned back.
“I want to talk again,” Hope said. Thad started to say something, but she held up a hand. “Listen to me, first, Thad, please. What happened the other night is not a fluke. I know I can satisfy you in the ways you need. You have to give me the chance to do so. I don’t want a divorce. You have to give me the opportunity to prove I can be the woman you want.”
“I admit the other night was hot and exciting,” Thad said. “But I know you, Hope. Deep down you are really a loving, decent person, the kind of woman any man would be proud to be married to. But I’m not any man and I’ve discovered I have needs … ugly needs. I don’t think you really want to be a part of that.”
“I know about your needs,” Hope said. “I talked to Missy this afternoon.”
“What?” For a moment she thought he was going to get mad, and then he made himself calm down.
“Why the hell did you do that?” he asked.
“I only talked to her because I wanted to find out what she could give you that I couldn’t. She told me some things. I’m willing to do those things to stay married to you. But you have to give me the chance.”
“I can’t believe this,” he said.
“Was I a good wife to you, Thad? I don’t mean the sex. I know I failed there, but was I a good wife in all other ways?”
“Of course you were,” he said.
“I was a good hostess for your parties, and pretty enough on your arm for your business conventions. I made you look good.”
“Yes, of course,” he said.
“I make your home comfortable,” she said.
“Yes. Where are you going with this, Hope?”
“Just this. You need a good wife in your business. You need me to sit and entertain people like you were with at the country club. You might say I’m part of your success.”
“I never said otherwise,” he said.
“So the only thing that is lacking in our marriage is that you sometimes need a whore, a gutter slut, to take care of your other needs.”
“I guess so,” he said sheepishly.
“I want to be both of those people for you,” she said. “I want to be your wife and I want to be your whore.”
“That’s not possible, Hope.”
“Yes, it is, “Hope insisted. “ When we are home, I am your wife. At business conventions and social gatherings, I am your wife. But you can also put me in an apartment downtown. You can buy me slutty clothes. You can fuck me in the ass.”
Thad turned a little pale, but for the first time he seemed to be considering her proposition.
“You’re talking crazy.”
“Why? Missy is not as attractive as I am. If you could leave the office and have a woman waiting who will do anything, and I mean anything to pleasure you, what would be wrong with that? ”
“Nothing,” he said.
“I mean what I say,” Hope said. “You could even draw it up as one of your contracts. At home, I will be your wife. At home we will have a normal husband and wife relationship. You will treat me with respect. Maybe we can even make love as man and wife. But when you call me down to the apartment, you don’t have to treat me with respect. You say suck, and I suck. You can fuck me anyway you desire.”
“I can’t believe you’d allow that,” Thad said.
“I wasn’t your whore before,” she said. “As a wife, I might refuse. As your whore, I can’t.”
“You really mean all this?”
“I mean every word. It would be the best of both worlds for you, Thad. A wife and whore and neither of them will ever complain about the other. And I know deep down you’ve been feeling a lot of guilt over your affair. Think of it. No guilt anymore.”
“And what do you get out of it,” Thad said.
“I stay married to you. It’s all I ever wanted.”
Thad shook his head. “This is the most insane fucking thing I’ve ever heard of. It’s like you would be two different people.”
“Yes.”
Thad stood up. She noticed he was showing signs of his excitement as he turned his back and looked out the window. It was a long time before he spoke again. When he did, his voice was soft and questioning.
“You really mean you’d let me have your ass.”
“Yes,” she said softly. “I mean everything. Anything you desire.”
He turned around to face her again. His prick was so hard she thought it was going to burst right out of his pants. She closed her thighs together but it didn’t help the itchy sensation.
“You want me to take care of that,” she said.
“Right here?” he asked. “Right now?”
“Office sex is exciting,” she said.
“You never thought so before.”
“I wasn’t your whore before.”
“Pull down your jeans and lean over the desk,” he said. “Don’t take them off. Just around your knees.”
She licked her lips. She was surprised again at the sudden rush of pleasure that made her legs tingle. Her husband had the same expression he had in the bathroom of the country club. The civilized Thad was replaced by a powerful, hungry, leering savage who cared for nothing but his own immediate pleasure. It should have turned her off, but instead it thrilled her.
Her legs felt weak as she stood up. Thad unzipped and pulled out his hard, angry looking cock. It looked obscene sticking up out his pants. Dirty. Like a porn movie.
So why did it make her feel so hot?
She unbuckled and jerked down her jeans as she leaned over the desk. She barely had time to get her panties down before his cock pressed between the cheeks of her ass. At first she thought he was going to take her anal cherry as he had promised, but he held his cock and di
rected his cock head against her swollen pussy lips.
“I’ve wanted to fuck you like this for a long time,” he whispered.
She moved back so that his cock head slipped between her pussy lips. She moaned. It was all she could do not to push back all the way but somehow she controlled herself as he moved slowly into her. Half his cock filled her pussy and it throbbed hotly inside her. He moved again and his prick slipped a little farther.
“Fucking whore,” her husband said.
“Yes, I’m your whore,” she whispered, and she could stand it no more.
She shoved her ass back and took his cock all the way into her pussy. He gasped as she started squirming around his cock, squeezing her cunt muscles around his heat.
“Use me hard,” she begged. “I need it to. Use me.”
He lost control. Her words encouraged him to become even more savage with her. Thrusting into her with a deep stroke, he paused for a second as if relishing how good her tight pussy felt. It lasted only a second as he pulled back and then rammed into her again. Then he began to thrust into her as hard as he could, fucking her as he had never fucked her before.
His heavy cum-filled balls slapped her as he thrust. He made a gasping sound each time he thrust. She gave into the sensations building up from her inner thighs, into her stomach, and into the wet slickness of her pussy.
“Oh, fuck me,” she gasped. “Oh fuck me, baby.”
His hard thrusts made her bounce all over the desk. She lifted her head and looked out the window, realizing for the first time that someone could pass outside the office close to the window and glimpse of the shadows of what was going on inside. The thought someone might watch her being so abused was enough to drive her over the edge.
“I’m coming,” she moaned. “I’m going to come. Oh, baby, it feels so fucking good.”
Thad reached around and put his hand over her mouth to keep her gasping any longer. She bit down on his hand as her body convulsed with a powerful orgasm. The room filled with the smell of sex. He slid into her again, and her juices wet the inside of her thighs and gave his cock a wet sound as he thrust again. Another soft gasp escaped her, and then she sensed his cock growing inside her.
“Fucking whore,” her husband groaned, and pushed deep inside her a last time. His cock sprayed her insides, a deluge of cum that filled her and spilled out of her pussy. She felt exhausted but she kept squirming on his cock, bucking against him, and trying hard to squeeze the walls of her pussy together to drain his cock.
She remained where she was for a few moments until she felt her husband’s cock jump inside her one more time and then slowly go limp and slip out of her. She shivered as his cock left her and more of his cream wet her thighs.
“Missy always cleaned me up afterwards,” Thad said.
Her heart was pounding fast. She looked over at the bathroom but instead Thad walked to his office couch and picked up a throw pillow. He dropped it down on the floor and she understood. She kneeled down on the pillow. His prick hung loosely from his pants. She simply closed her eyes and took it into her mouth.
She tasted his cream and her own juices. She opened her eyes and looked up at him. She drew his cock into her mouth all the way into the back of her throat. Even limp, his cock was quite a mouthful. Slowly, she drew her head back, swirling her tongue around his cock until she was sure she had cleaned it completely. Letting his cock out of her mouth with a soft plop, she leaned over and did his balls, washing them with her tongue. Getting them completely clean, she licked up to his cockhead again and started to take it into mouth once more.
“That’s enough. A little more of that and I’ll be shooting in your mouth.”
“Is that what you want?” she asked.
“Later,” he said. “Later, I want a nice long blowjob.”
She stood. She knew it looked unseemly but she waddled into his private bath to clean herself before pulling up her panties and jeans. Washing her face, and brushing a comb through her hair, she looked almost human again.
He was sitting behind his desk again as she left the bathroom.
“If you’ll bring your clothes home tonight, I’ll fix your favorite meal,” she said. “You look like you could use a good night’s sleep. Tomorrow I’ll move some things into that small apartment of yours. I’ll also have to buy some new stuff.”
“What kind of stuff?” Thad asked.
“I assume you’ll want naughty underwear and fuck-me shoes, and that sort of thing. You’ll have to give me a list of the type of clothes you want your whore to be seen in. If I’m going to be a different personality at the apartment, I’ll need new clothes to match.”
“I suppose you will,” he said thoughtfully. “And you really want this … arrangement?”
“If it works out that I keep you as my husband,” she said.
“Then I could use a nice relaxing evening at home,” he admitted.
“And tomorrow you can have your way with Candy,” Hope said.
“Candy?”
“I’ve decided I need a new name to go with my new clothes and my new personality. Candy sounds like a good slut name.”
“This is nuts,” Thad said.
“Just give Candy a chance, Thad,” she said. “I promise you that you will not be sorry.”
4.
Hope spent the entire next morning shopping. It had been a pleasant evening the night before, a husband and wife eating a dinner, watching a movie, sleeping together in the same bed. She could tell Thad still wasn’t sure about the new arrangement. The next morning she reminded him she needed a list and a key to his apartment.
“I’m still not sure about all of this,” Thad said.
“You have my cell phone,” she said. “If its Candy you want, just send me a text message saying Candy and I’ll meet you at the apartment. If its lunch with your wife you want, call me personally.”
“It just seems so odd,” he said.
“Just go with it, Thad. It will work for us.”
She went shopping while Thad went to work. She found everything on his list and she added a few special items of her own. He had not mentioned videos, but she had found some really nasty movies in a secluded little shop. And she found a few more items of intimate apparel that he hadn’t mentioned. In one day she made the owner of a lingerie shop wealthy.
The apartment wasn’t well decorated and she added a few paintings and knickknacks, and she put silk sheets and coverlets on the one bed.
The promised phone call came a little after five.
“A dinner with some business associates of mine,” Thad said. “Can you be at Allegro’s at seven?”
“As your wife or as Candy?” She asked.
“Candy,” he said quickly.
“There’s no going back, Thad,” she said. “If I come as Candy, I come as a whore you’ve purchased.”
She sensed his excitement even over the phone.
“I’m sure,” he said.
She took a thirty minute nap and then a long, steamy bath. By six-thirty, she was dressed in filmy black underwear and a form-fitting black dress that looked barely decent. The dress uplifted and pushed out her breasts and the silky feeling material of her bra rubbed her nipples and caused them to harden into points. She wore a different shade of lipstick and darker eye shadow, but the true change was in the wig she had purchased that afternoon. The wig was dark black, and shorter than her own hair. It gave her face a thinner, harder look. Surveying herself in the mirror, she thought she looked like a hooker putting everything on display. A friend meeting her on the street might not have recognized her. There were few traces of Hope.
Even Thad did not recognize her, at first. He sat at a table with another man and a woman was dressed even more revealingly than Hope. He looked up at her, and she glimpsed the interest in his eyes and then the shocked recognition as she walked toward his table.
“Hello,” she said. “I’m Candy.”
“Of course you are,” the man said, jumping
up. “Of course you are. Thad, you sure know to pick them. This honey is sweeter looking than molasses.”
The other woman was named Gloria and the man was Ed Waters. She had heard Thad talk about Ed Waters and none of it was good. Ed Waters owned a chain of grocery stores around the south, and Thad’s construction firm did most of the building. Ed was supposed to be crass, bad-tempered, and a skirt chaser. He had been married four times and owed tons of alimony. Gloria was supposed to be his date for the night, but Gloria did not look happy to be there.
Gloria was another brunette, slightly plump and her make-up wasn’t hiding the signs of aging.
“You are a hot one, Candy,” Ed said. “You really a working girl?”
Hope looked at her husband, but his face was expressionless.
“I work for a living,” Hope admitted.
“I just bet you do, honey,” Ed said. Ed put his hand on her shoulder as he helped her with her chair. Another few inches and his fingers would have been touching the top of her breast. She glanced again at her husband, but he seemed unconcerned. Gloria seemed bored.
“Now Gloria here is not a working girl,” Ed said. “Well, not really. She fucks but she doesn’t like it, and she doesn’t get paid.”
“Ed,” Gloria said.
“Shut your fucking mouth, sweetheart,” Ed said brutally. “You talk when I tell you to talk.”
Hope realized Ed was already half drunk. His face was very red and his eyes were red. He yelled for the waiter to come over and ordered another round of drinks. He leaned over and whispered n Hope’s ear.
“Gloria fucks me because her husband had his hand in the till. Isn’t that right, Gloria?”
He laughed when Gloria looked down at her plate. Hope felt sorry for her. Ed was a beast, a great, overweight, red-faced beast who thought his money would get him anything he wanted. And he was probably right. Money bought things. Even people.
“You see I made them both a deal,” Ed said. “She becomes my regular Friday night fuck and her husband doesn’t to jail. It worked out real well for me.”