Opening the Marriage (2 page)

CHAPTER 1

As a good Catholic girl raised by
conservative parents, I never imagined what a giant slut I would
become. I didn't have any of the symptoms before I succumbed to the
disease. All it took was one deep dicking and I knew I would be
cheating on my husband almost as much as he cheated on me. Guys
cuming and going at all hours of the day and night -- I could have
retired if I charged them. Actually, I didn't really have a lot of
lovers -- I maxed out at ten regulars at a time -- but they came
over a lot. At first I just wanted to throw all that sex into my
husband's face after we divorced, but then I just enjoyed it too
much.

I'll never forget the moment I realized my
husband Jack was cheating on me. He just got back into town after
another business trip for his father's company and, apparently,
scored big. He babbled on and on over dinner about his victory, how
he wined and dined the office manager until he got their contract.
In just three years he managed more contracts than all but the
oldest salesmen. But what gave him away was his generosity.

"I want you to have this bonus," he told me,
as I fed a bottle to the baby. "Anything you want. Maybe replace
the Honda Civic or buy new furniture. Clothes and jewelry, of
course, for my queen."

We were the homecoming king and queen three
years ago. Everyone envied us, with his parent's wealth and my
exotic looks. If Jack wasn't an arrogant, lying, manipulative
bastard, they would be right. I knew this going in, of course, but
I chose to ignore his bad points in favor of his good points. Good
looking, charming, smart, fit -- he even had a nice cock.

But he promised he would be faithful and,
like all his promises, he didn't keep it. And since I was pregnant
with our second kid, I was in no position to do much about it. Not
yet.

"Can we finally buy a house? The market won't
get any lower." The fucker hesitated. If he planned on spending
years with me, why would he hesitate? "After the birth, I want to
get my tubes tied, my tummy tucked, and breast implants. I need to
work out. I used to have such a great figure. And I want to finish
my business degree, which means I'll need to pay my mother to
baby-sit. It would make me very happy if we could move within
walking distance of her to make babysitting more convenient."

When he gave in, I knew he was guilty.
"Whatever you want, my queen."

Well, he should not have fucked around on the
daughter of a police detective. All I had now was a hunch, so I
told my father I was writing a mystery, which let me ask any damn
question I wanted. First on the list was hiring a private
investigator, who got me spyware for Jack's laptop so I could
capture his passwords, secret email accounts, and chats. Through
the PI I found a hacker who got me into Jack's smartphone and
internal corporate email.

That's when I learned that he cheated on me
as often as possible. I stopped counting at ten bitches, but
clearly there were many more. He even fucked around in high school,
and I never knew it. I suspected, but I was too naive and in love
to dig for details. He wanted to marry me, for God's sake, so I
assumed he would be faithful.

Well, there's nothing worse than the wrath of
a patient woman.

After the birth, I worked out like crazy, did
my surgeries, and convinced him to get a million dollar life
insurance policy through his father's company, since we now had two
babies. This forced us both to get checked for AIDS and sexually
transmitted diseases. Thank God we were both clean. But how long
would that last?

I hated my predicament: if I left him, he
would minimize his official salary while his father paid him mostly
in cash, thus paying me as little as possible in child support. I
convinced him to borrow from his father to pay 20% down on our new
house to save on mortgage insurance, and to take out a 15 year
mortgage to save tens of thousands in interest, but I couldn't make
the payments if he left me. I could not work and take care of the
babies. He had all the leverage. I quickly got my figure back, but
no sugar daddy would want me, with two babies. Guys hate paying to
raise someone else's kids.

So I knew I was stuck with him. But that
didn't mean I couldn't make the best of a bad hand. For one, his
father had prostrate cancer. I liked my father-in-law well enough,
but Jack stood to inherit a business that cleared a few million a
year. So I took the old man's test results to an expert who guessed
he probably only had a few to several years to live. Which meant I
could divorce and still gain financial security as soon as my
husband inherited his father's wealth. And all I had to do was fuck
the unfaithful bastard for several more years.

After spending countless nights examining
every angle, I could not think of a better way to play this hand.
But it didn't reduce my inner rage. My need to punish Jack consumed
me. Not giving him blowjobs anymore simply wasn't enough.

So I decided to beat Jack at his own game and
fuck around as much as I wanted. And record it all. Then give him a
best-of once we finalized our divorce and my half of his money was
safe.

What delicious revenge.

CHAPTER 2

I finished touching up the last of my
semi-nude pictures. I just loved my photo-editing software. What
few stretch marks the tummy tuck didn't remove I erased digitally.
My new tits looked spectacular and my long black hair shined. I
didn't even mind Jack fondling them, they felt so good. I had hoped
I would look as good as I did in high school, but, either my
self-image had improved, or I was even hotter. I worked out more,
now, but even the new extra years helped. I looked like such a girl
in high school. Today nobody would mistake me for a kid.

I looked at the cell phone one last time,
held my breath, and dialed.