I got the inspiration for this story from another story that I read. I apologize to that author, but I don’t recall their name or the title to the story. I recall that it was about a new mother who had just given birth to her daughter from her husband that traveled for work. She had PPD and decided to take up with a single father with a young daughter. She claimed that she was a single flight attendant and became the wife and mother while in town. After 8-months, the boyfriend discovered that she was married with a young daughter and kicked her to the curb. Her r3eal husband and daughter didn’t know anything about her other life until they dropped their daughter off at college and met the daughter of the other man.
This story is completely different, but the inspiration was what would happen if the other man decided that instead of simply ending the relationship, but instead contacted the husband and set her up to get destroyed. I’m sure that you can find other inspirations as you read this, but the truth is that most fictional stories you read will have several inspirations from other stories. Most of the best authors, be it NYT Best Sellers or first-time writers here on Literotica actually do read stories from other authors. They can’t help but get some inspiration from those stories. Also, keep in mind that there are thousands of stories on this and other sites. No one can possibly read every story that has ever been written. OK, there will probably be close similarities between this story and others. Great minds think alike. This unintentional. The thoughts and words in this story are mine alone. I’m pretty sure that any real author would not want to associate my hack writing with theirs anyway.
My paid writing is technical. This is just for my own entertainment. I write these stories because I enjoy it. I put them out there because I think that there are some people who are as perverted as I am that might enjoy them. I write in several different categories because I enjoy several different types of stories. I understand that those that like my LV stories will be offended by some of my other works. That’s OK. You can’t please everyone. I stopped trying to do that 40 years ago. Yes, I’m old.
This is FICTION. For those liberals out there, that means that it is not real.
Everyone engaged in sexual situations is over the age of 18 years old.
There is very little sex in this story. If you are looking for a stroke story, I suggest checking out my profile and looking at the stories in other categories. Typically, my LW stories have no sex. UI do write lots of sex in the Incest, BDSM, Non-consent, Lesbian categories.
I rarely look at comments. Frankly, I really am not that interested. I am a thin-skinned narcissistic. I like comments that say how much people love my stories, but I also ignore those that tell me how bad it sucked. Let me be clear; I write for my own entertainment. If you like it, AWESOME! If you hate it, I really don’t care. I seriously don’t give two shits (actually even one shit) about ratings. Go ahead and one-bomb me to your heart’s content. I. DON’T. CARE! Now, if you are still reading this, A bitch is about get burned.
A Gold Digger Gets Burned
I had been in her at my favorite watering hole for about half an hour. The cocktail waitress had just plunked down my second beer and took away the empty. I was here because I had some contemplating to do. Something at home just wasn’t right, and I couldn’t figure out why. As everyone knows, serious contemplation is best done with alcohol.
My wife Beth’s attitude had begun to change over the last couple of months or so. When I tried to bring it up with her and ask what was wrong, she just shut me down. Our sex like had taken a drastic nosedive as well. She began to complain quite a bit about our finances. I couldn’t really understand that, since I made really good money. We had everything we needed, and still had enough left over to enjoy some of the finer things in life. With our investments and other assets, we were worth close to $5M. Things were going well, but she acted like we were just struggling along. Funny how that country club membership that I got her 6-months ago didn’t seem to matter.
Yeah, I know what you’re thinking. I was thinking it too. The most logical explanation is that she’s having an affair and thinking to trade up. There were a couple of problems with that. First, we didn’t have a prenup. That would mean me getting raped in a divorce. Second, I had no proof of her infidelity.
Anyway, I had just taken a pull from my second beer when I saw her walk into the bar. No, it wasn’t my wife. She was supposedly ‘out with the girls’ tonight. I had no idea who she was, but she was a real beauty. Every head in the bar turned towards her and watched as she took a quick look around, then started walking directly towards me. When she got to the booth I was sitting in, she simply slid in across from me without saying so much as ‘Boo’. She looked me over for a minute, then began talking.
“Adam Colton?” She asked. I just nodded my head.
Brandi, the waitress came over quickly and took her order for a glass of white wine.
“My name is Alissa Holms. I have a bunch of information for you that I think you could use. I also have a proposition for you on how best to use this information.”
“OK.” I replied. “What’s this information going to cost me?”
She smiled. “It isn’t going to cost you a dime. In fact, if you accept my proposal, it will even pay you in keeping most of your assets than you normally would be able to.”
“OK. What’s the information that you have?”
“First off, your wife is cheating on you.”
“And how do you know that? Do you have proof as well?”
“I know that because she is cheating on you with my brother. I have photos, video, audio, as well as notarized testimonials about it. I am prepared to give all that to you.”
“Wow. You must really hate your brother to throw him under the bus like that.”
Her grin lit up the entire bar. “Quite the contrary. I am actually here on his behalf. He sent me so he could keep her occupied while we talked.”
“I’m confused. If he is stealing her away from me, why would he be trying to help me? I mean, I read all those cheating wives’ stories, and most of them have the wife blindside the poor fool so he can’t prepare and fight back. By giving me a heads up, I can start preparing things and moving assets around to reduce what the courts order me to pay her. Isn’t that counter-productive for him?”
“Normally, yes. This case is different. You see, we don’t want you to charge ahead with the divorce using this information. By all means, take the opportunity to move assets around and do what you need to do. Just don’t file for divorce. Don’t even let her know that you are suspicious of her cheating. Let us handle the divorce. We will have her file giving you pretty much everything.”
“How will you make that happen? Lord knows that Gloria loves money. I can’t see her just giving up on half our assets as well as substantial maintenance payments.”
There was that smile that turned midnight into a bright sunny summer afternoon. Damn, I would probably die of radiation sickness being exposed to her smile before too much longer.
“OK. There are a couple things to keep in mind here. First off, my brother is a very good man. When he began his relationship with your wife, he had no idea that she was married. She, in fact, came onto him. It was only two weeks ago that the background check came back, and we discovered that she is married to you. It took another week to run more background checks and get all the information we needed to verify that she wasn’t getting divorced or separated from you. That information also indicated that she was simply looking to trade up. You are fairly wealthy, but we are a lot wealthier – A LOT WEALTHIER.
“Our data shows that you are worth about $5.164 million. That includes the 1968 GTO that you are about to buy for about $10,000 less than what it is actually worth.” She saw the astonished look on my face. “Yes, we have extremely detailed information. When you get into our league, you need to be careful about who you are dealing with. We also found that you are a very decent and honest man. That’s why we decided to go this route.”
“Alright. You seem to have me at a disadvantage, because you have all that information on me, but I know nothing about you.”
“Yes, I understand. I gave you my name. My brother’s name is Brad Holms. A quick internet search should give you enough background information on us to answer any questions. Also, feel free to hire a PI firm to do a background check on us. You can even send us the bill for it, if you want to.”
“OK. I will need to check things out before I commit to anything though. So, what is this plan you have?”
“One other thing you need to know. Brad was married once before. She was a gold-digging slut. He caught her cheating on him. Thankfully, they had a prenup with really harsh penalties for infidelity. She basically walked away with the clothes on her back and what she could carry in two suitcases. Because of that, Brad despises cheaters and gold-diggers. He’s normally a really nice guy, but he can be ruthless when he finds someone trying to take advantage of him.
“So, he will lead her on for the next couple months. He will eventually persuade her to file for divorce from you, so she can marry him. One of the conditions, though, is that she asks for absolutely nothing from you. He will persuade her that she won’t need any of your assets, because he is worth over $500M. In about two months, he will propose to her. She will have to come clean to him about the fact that she is still married. From the emails she has sent to one of her friends, she is going to tell him that you two have been separated for a long time, but never actually got divorced. She’s going to make you out to be the bad guy and claim that you had been cheating on her all throughout the marriage.
“When you threaten to fight the divorce, he will convince her to give you everything so that the divorce goes through quickly and they can get married. You get everything, she gets nothing. As soon as the final divorce decree comes through, Brad will confront her about the lies she told him. He will tell her that he can’t trust a woman that cheated on her husband. He will dump her and leave her with nothing.”
“Sounds like I really have nothing to lose and everything to gain here. Even if everything you are telling me is horse shit, I can still protect myself by hiding assets and preparing to divorce the bitch. I still want the information that you have, and I would like to meet your brother as well. Since he apparently didn’t know she was married, I have no beef with him, so you don’t need to worry about a physical reaction from me. If he is as good of a guy as you say he is, and if what you told me is true, maybe we can even be friends.”
There was that radiant smile again. “You are a good man, Adam Colton. I think you and Brad will get along just fine.” With that, she finished her wine, got up, and walked out the door.
“I would like to thank the Academy for this great honor……” Yeah, that didn’t happen. Still, the next two months should have gotten me the Oscar. I put in just enough effort to have sex with Gloria so that she wouldn’t be suspicious. Of course, I was always knocked back on it. I didn’t mind. I did meet Alissa and Brad for an extended lunch a couple weeks later. I also managed to meet with Alissa for dinner a few times when Gloria was somewhere else with Brad as well. Gloria and I devolved into more of platonic roommates than a married couple.
“Alissa, I hate to do this, but I think that we should back off for a while.” I told her at dinner a little over a month after she came into the bar to find me.
“Really? But we’re getting along so well.” She replied.
“Yeah. That’s just it. We are getting along a bit too well right now. I’m not like Gloria. I’m a one-woman-man. I don’t cheat on the woman that I am with. Granted, Gloria and I don’t have much of a relationship anymore, but she is still my wife. I just can’t get into another relationship until our divorce is final.
“The issue here is that I am developing real feelings for you. I can’t compromise my morals by starting a relationship with another woman while I still have ties to another woman. Also, I care so much for you that I don’t want to sully what we might have by sinking to her level and getting into another relationship before my current marriage is completely over.”
Alissa sighed heavily. “I understand. You are a good man, Adam. I admire your ethics and sense of right and wrong. That’s one of the things that I admire most about you, and probably the main reason that I find myself falling in love with you. Fuck Gloria. She’s too stupid to figure things out anyway. Fine! We will back off for a bit, but I’ll be damned if I will wait any longer than I need to. Let’s finish dinner, then you take me dancing. As soon as you drop me off at home, I’ll call Brad and have him pull the trigger. It’s a month earlier than we planned, but Gloria is too stupid to figure it out. Seriously? What kind of an imbecilic slut is she to throw away an awesome husband like you?”
Alissa is an enthusiastic dancer. The moves her body made out on the floor during the fast dances, the way her body pressed and rubbed against me during the slow dances. I’m surprised that I didn’t soil my underwear several times that night. Even though it was obvious that we were together, several men came over to our table while we were taking a break to ask her to dance. That turned out to be entertaining.
“Are you some type of a moron that your momma never taught any manors to, or are you just an asshole that has delusions of mediocrity? First off, I would never even entertain the idea of dancing with a pig like you that doesn’t even have the courtesy of asking the MAN that I am so obviously with if he would allow me to dance with you. You came waltzing over here like you think you are God’s gift to humanity, while you are really just an arrogant asshole that probably couldn’t find a woman’s clitoris with a map, GPS, and a boy scout guide. I’ll bet you don’t even know how to use that tiny dick that you are hiding underneath those rolled up socks in your pants.”
After that would-be Lothario slunk away, there were actually a couple of brave souls that did come over and politely asked if I would allow them to dance with her. I replied that she could dance with them if she wished. Alissa always demurred, explaining that she was saving all her dances just for me.
Alissa stole my soul when I walked her to her door that night. She turned around, put her hands on my cheeks, and gave me a soul stealing kiss. Her tongue entered my mouth and danced with mine. My soul was sucked out of my mouth and into hers. She replaced my soul with hers as the kiss deepened. On and on it went. I felt that my entire life force was being sucked out of me with that one passionate embrace. Eventually, it ended and left us both panting.
“You have no idea how much I want to drag you inside with me.” She huffed.
“Probably about as much as I want to pick you up and carry you inside.” I replied. “Still, it would be wrong, and I can’t take that chance that we would regret it. Think of how much better it would be for us to wait and do it right.”
“You and your damned morals.” She smiled. “Why the fuck did I have to fall in love with someone so damned honorable?”
“Alissa, the day that my official divorce decree is delivered, I will be at your doorstep on my knee holding a ring in one hand and a signed prenup in the other hand. I’m not here because of your money. Even if everything goes off the rails and I have to pay that cheating slut most of my assets, I will still have enough money of my own that I don’t need any of yours. I love you, Alissa. That’s all that matters to me.”
“My ring size is 6 and a half. Don’t bother with the prenup. I had my lawyer draw it up two weeks ago. Just send me over the contact info for your lawyer and I’ll have my lawyer give him a copy to review for you.”
It was a week later that it happened. No, not Alissa and I getting together. It was a Friday evening. I got home from work to find Gloria and Brad sitting on the couch. I noticed Brad’s smirk and subtle nod to me.
“Honey?” Gloria began. “We need to talk.”
Looking at the situation, I pretty much knew what was going on. It also helped that Alissa gave me a heads up on it earlier that day. The layout included Gloria and Brad sitting on the couch next to each other. There were two wine glasses and a half empty bottle of wine on the coffee table. Also sitting on the coffee table was a manila envelope. Yep, just as expected. I walked over to the couch and extended my hand.
“Hello. I’m Adam.” I spoke. “I see that you are drinking wine, but I’m more of a craft beer person. I’m gonna get myself a beer. Would you like one, or do you prefer the wine?”
“Good to meet you. I’m Brad. Actually, I would prefer a beer, if you don’t mind. Thank you.” He responded.
I returned a couple minutes later with the procured beers. Being the good host, I opened them both right in front of them, so that they could be assured that I hadn’t tampered with them. Clicking the tops of the bottles together then taking a sip, we both sat down – he on the couch as before, and me in my recliner.
“So,” I began. “What do we need to talk about?”
“Well, Adam.” Gloria began. “This will probably come as a shock to you, but I want a divorce. I didn’t mean for this to happen, but Brad and I just fell in love. We’re soulmates. I’m sorry about this, but our marriage really hasn’t been that good for a while, then I met Brad. It just happened. It’s now come to a point where it is best for both of us to end things so Brad and I can begin building a new life together.”
She even managed a couple of siffles and a few tears. It looks like I will have some serious competition for the Oscar. She was pretty good with that whole sorrowful wife act.
“Well, Gloria, this does come as a shock to me. Yes, we’ve been having a few problems, but that is mainly because you have been shutting me out. I’ve asked you multiple times what was wrong and what I could do to help. You never responded to me. I’ve tried to do more for you. I’ve tried to take you out on more romantic dates, but you always had other things to do. I’ve brought you flowers, and you just ignored them. When I tried to get intimate, you constantly pushed me away. You never once mentioned anything that I could do to help fix our issues. I even offered counseling, and you refused to go.
“You said that Brad is your soulmate, but you said that I was your soulmate when we got married. If there was a problem in our marriage, you should have discussed it with me first, so that we could have worked on it and fixed it instead of going out and finding another lover. Now, instead of working with your HUSBAND to fix our marriage, you simply blindside me with divorce papers. I’m not sure that we can’t still fix things.”
“No, Adam. It’s too late for that. Here are the papers. I’m being very fair in the asset split.”
“Asset split? You lie and cheat on me while spending the money I bring home on yourself, and you think that you deserve to be paid for that? I’m out busting my ass to give you a great life, and in return for that, you cheat on me and throw me away? Bullshit! Good luck getting that divorce you want anytime soon. If I have to pay you anything, it is going to be next to nothing. I’m hiring the most expensive legal team I can find with the sole purpose of dragging this out as long as possible and draining as much money as they can so that when it finally is over in a couple of years, there isn’t anything left to pay your skanky ass.”
That’s when Brad made his pitch. “OK, Adam. Look, I’m sorry about this. When we first got together, I didn’t even know she was still married. By the time I found out, we had already fallen madly in love with each other. It’s clear that while you still love Gloria, she no longer loves you. I understand your position here. The bottom line is that Gloria no longer wants to be married to you. No matter how hard you fight it, as you said, the divorce will eventually go through. By fighting it, all you will do is give the lawyers most of your assets. Sure, that will reduce what you will need to pay her, but it will also cause you to lose almost everything yourself. There is no need for that. Since we plan to get married as soon as the divorce is final, there will be no need for you to pay any spousal maintenance. Also, I am a very rich man, so Gloria really won’t need to take any of your assets. In fact, anything that she would get from the divorce would only be a drop in the bucket compared to the wealth that she would be getting when she marries me.
“How about this. You keep the house free and clear. You keep your retirement, all savings and investments, and half of what is in the checking account. She walks away with half of the money in the checking account, all her clothes, personal possessions, and her car. Honestly, she really won’t need anything else after we get married.”
“Fine.” I grudgingly agreed. “Except that she returns her wedding and engagement rings as well as all the jewelry that I inherited from my family. I also want the expensive jewelry that we keep in the safety deposit box. I bought that under the assumption that we would eventually pass it down to our kids and grandkids as heirlooms.”
Brad turned to Gloria. “Remember that we discussed this. We are hurting him enough by what we have already done. It’s better to get it over with quickly so we can get married and begin our new life sooner.”
“You’re right, Brad. I won’t need any of his money after we get married anyway. Let’s get the new papers drawn up and filed.” With that, we toasted our agreement and they left.
Now, I know that some of you out there will think that I’m a heartless bastard that only left a couple dollars in the joint checking account. You would be wrong. Doing that might make her suspicious. We normally tried to keep about $10,000 in the account. I left that alone. She had several designer dresses, expensive shoes, and other accessories. Most men don’t realize it, but they give away a big chunk of change when they ignore their wives’ closets in a divorce. On the retail market, Gloria had close to $60,000 worth of clothes. There is a pretty good market for high quality used women’s clothes in the on-line market. Sure, you can’t get full retail price, but you can get at least 50% to 75% of it. Her car was a 1-year-old Lexus that we had paid cash for. That still had a lot of value in it. Her retirement really wasn’t much. It probably totaled a couple thousand dollars, and she wouldn’t be able to touch that for a couple more decades.
It was a week later that my lawyer and I met them in her lawyer’s office. He stressed that he was strongly advising his client against the proposed division of assets. It was basically 90% to me and 10% to Gloria.
“It doesn’t matter. Once the divorce is final, Brad and I will be married. That will eliminate the alimony, and I won’t need any of the other assets anyway.” Gloria said. “I just want this over as quickly as possible, so I can move on with my life.”
We signed all the papers, and he had his paralegal notarize everything. Now, it was just a 60-day waiting game until the final decree was given. In the meantime, Alissa and I got to know each other a lot better. Most of our free time was spent together. No, we didn’t have sex. God knows, we both wanted to, and we came close more than a few times, but we decided to wait until the final divorce decree arrived. Brad and Gloria also continued their relationship. She even moved in with him full time. Brad, Alissa and I made and refined our plans for the finale.
The 60-day waiting period had passed. I had received the final notice in the mail the day before. The monster 455-CI engine was rumbling as I idled up to the valet parking in front of the mansion. I pushed in the clutch, shifted the Borg-Warner 4-speed into neutral, and applied the parking brake. Stepping out, I smoother the lapels on my new tuxedo. I really needed to make a great impression. After all, I was now free of a cheating wife and about to enter the next phase of my life. I did a quick pat in my jacket to verify that what I needed was still safely tucked away in the inside pocket. With that done, I turned towards the early 20’s guy that hurried up beside me to the jealous looks from his coworkers.
“She has a really stiff clutch. Be smooth and gentle with her.” I advised as he respectfully climbed into my 1968 GTO.
I had spent the last month finishing her. Now that I no longer had a wife blowing all my money on stupid shit, I could afford to spend some cash on things I really wanted. I just got her back from the paint shop two days ago. I had an ear-to-ear smile as I strode up the steps and into the mansion. This was about to be an epic night. Just before walking through the open door, I caught a glimpse of the next arrival. This would take the night from simply epic to completely legendary. I simply couldn’t contain my laughter.
So, you are a bit confused. That isn’t surprising. I was attending a ‘Divorce Party’. It was being held to celebrate the final divorce decree between Gloria and me. I had an official invitation to attend. No, I wasn’t crashing Gloria’s party. This was all part of the plan. The party was at Dave’s mansion. While it was far from a surprise party, there would be several surprises throughout the evening. It was a very high-class affair, intending to introduce a new member into Dave and Alissa’s social circle. Gloria had been looking forward to this for the last two months, ever since the planning for it had begun.
I had no sooner walked though the door when Alissa had accosted me. Her left arm slipped through the crook in my right arm, and we were off. You couldn’t have removed the smile from my face with nuclear weapons. She began leading me around the room and introducing me to the movers and shakers of society. We were halfway around the large ballroom when it happened.
“WHAT THE FUCK IS HE DOING HERE?” I heard a very familiar voice shriek.
Alissa and I were suddenly face-to-face with Gloria and Dave. Needless to say, Gloria was less than pleased to see me at her special night. Not only was I the ex-husband that she had just jettisoned, but it would be very awkward when her new man proposed to her in front of me so soon after our divorce.
“I’m sorry, Gloria.” Dave began. “But it seems as if my sister and your ex-husband have become somewhat of an item. I couldn’t very well refuse her inviting her boyfriend as the invitation did include a plus one.”
“Whatever.” Gloria huffed. Then looking at me, she continued. “Just don’t make a scene and ruin this wonderful night for me.”
“Gloria. I assure you that in honor of the several wonderful years that we have had together, I will be on my best behavior. I understand how much this night means to you, and I will do my utmost to ensure that you will be able to look back on this night as the night that you began the rest of your life. I loved you exclusively for years, Gloria. I will do my utmost to make sure that tonight catapults you directly into the new life that you deserve.” Hey, is it my fault that she misinterpreted what I said? I didn’t lie. So, her beaming smile indicated that she thought that my words were benevolent. Was that my fault?
It was three hours later. Dinner had been finished and cleaned up. The band had been playing for a while. There was lots of dancing. I was out in the middle of the dance floor with Alissa. Of course, it had been a total set-up. The couples around us had subtlety moved a bit away to give us room. It was the middle of the song. Suddenly, the spotlight hit us. I did two quick spins, then dropped to my knee with the ring in my hand.
“Alissa, since you came into my life, you have taken over every thought that I have had. You helped me through the most difficult situation that I could ever think of having. You are the first thought I have when I wake up in the morning, and the last thought I have before falling asleep at night. I simply can’t envision going through the rest of my life without you. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”
Of course, she said yes. Seriously people. We had planned this all out previously. I had already signed the prenup agreement. She even tackled me right there on the dance floor and planted a very long, very passionate kiss on my lips. Everyone cheered. That just led to Gloria being even more pissed that we had grabbed the attention of what was supposed to have been her night. The night turned from her divorce party to Alissa’s and my engagement party. It finally came to a head a couple hours later.
“Brad! We were supposed to get married right after my divorce was final. It’s final now, so why did your sister just get engaged to my ex-husband, but you haven’t even gotten me my ring yet? We haven’t even began planning our wedding.”
Gloria confronted Brad right in the center of all the high society movers and shakers that she had so desperately wanted to be a part of.
“Well, it’s like this, Gloria. I’ve gotten to know Adam quite well over the last few months that he’s been dating my sister. He’s a really great guy, and we’ve become rather good friends. It occurred to me that if you could so easily cheat on a great guy like him, who gave you nothing but love, what’s to stop you from cheating on me? After all, it was YOU that came onto ME. You even lied to me in the beginning about being single. Once you had to admit that you were married, you made it seem like you were separated and headed for a divorce anyway. After talking to Adam about the situation, I found out that you were lying about that as well. There’s absolutely no possible way that I could marry a known liar and cheater like you. In fact, I’m breaking up with you. I’ll give you a week to find a new place to live before I throw all your shit out in the street. Now, if you will excuse me, there are a couple single ladies over there that I believe I will go and talk to.” Brad replied.
Epilogue:
Oh, she did try to fight it. She came back with a vengeance to try and amend the divorce. The problem was that there was simply too much evidence against her that showed that she willingly, and, in fact, insisted upon that completely unfair division of assets. The judge didn’t look favorably on her when she came back and tried to amend the divorce that she insisted upon.
Alissa and I did get married. Yes, there was an iron-clad prenup. I should know after all; I had my own lawyer write it up. Alissa thought that it was too harsh, but I had already signed it. I really wasn’t after her money. No, I wasn’t in their class, but I had enough of my own money to take care of myself if anything went wrong. I did send Gloria a nice wedding announcement. It had a nice picture of Alissa and me in it. It also had Brad and Gloria’s sister playing tonsil hockey in the background. OK, so I did that on purpose. I wasn’t, however, responsible for the wedding invitation 6 months later between Brad and Gloria’s younger sister. Gloria did not attend.
No, Gloria did not become homeless. She ended up working at Taco Bell and living in a run-down studio apartment. She now buys her clothes at Goodwill and her underwear at Walmart. In her attempt to trade up, she lost the cushy lifestyle that she had been accustomed to. She is still a very attractive woman, but the news got out at what she attempted to do. She did try a few more times to land one of the well-to-do single men in town, but they all knew what a gold digger she was.
I saw Gloria again about a year later. Alissa and I were coming back from dinner at an excellent Italian restaurant on the other side of town.
“That looks like Gloria.” Alissa said as she pointed at a street corner. Sure enough, when I looked over, there was Gloria. She was leaning up against a building. Her hair was styled, but not immaculate. Her tits were barely contained by the too small halter top she was wearing. It was easy to see that she was not wearing a bra. The skirt she was wearing was slung low on her hips, yet it was short enough to barely cover her pussy, and that was only if she was standing straight. The bottom inch of her ass was clearly visible. The garter straps holding up her stockings were blatantly displayed below the hem of her skirt. I deduced that the reason that she was leaning against the building was that walking in the ankle boots with those 7-inch heels must be rather difficult. I was actually surprised that I could even recognize her with the garish makeup she was wearing. Her lips were painted candy-apple red. She had heavy black eyeshadow on. I wasn’t sure if it was just very heavy mascara, or if she had fake eyelashes on.
It really didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what was going on here. First off, this was an area of town that was known for a certain type of financial transaction. Second, there were several other similarly attired women (and most likely a few that were not really women) strolling up and down the streets. The final clue was that while we were waiting for the light to turn green, another car made a right turn at the intersection and stopped at the curb in front of her. Gloria strutted over as the passenger side window rolled down. She leaned into the car and began conversing with the driver and his passenger. After a brief negotiation, the passenger door opened, and the passenger stepped out of the vehicle. Alissa and I watched as the passenger’s seat was tilted forward, and Gloria and the man both slipped into the back seat of the car. When the door closed, the vehicle pulled back onto the street and drove off. Alissa and I looked at each other and broke out in laughter.
END (For those of you that want this to be the ending, STOP READING HERE.)
Demented continuation of Epilogue for the perverts. I won’t apologize for this, as those of you who are familiar with my other stories know, I can’t help but include a bit of perversion in my vengeance.
“Baby?” My wife Alissa began one bright Saturday morning. “Do you recall our conversation before we got married about me being a bit bisexual?”
“Of course, Darling.” I replied. “I also remember that I told you that I don’t have a problem with that as long as you are upfront with me about it. We agreed that it wouldn’t be an issue as long as we discussed it beforehand. I also recall that you promised me that you wouldn’t do anything that I wasn’t also involved with.”
“Of course, Darling. I would never have sex with anyone without you involved. While I have absolutely no desire to have a threesome including another man, a threesome with another woman is absolutely on the table.”
I was beginning to get a weird feeling about this conversation.
“Well, I have started to think about a couple of things here. One thing that I didn’t mention is that in all my lesbian experiences, I was the dominant in the encounter. I love dominating women. I love breaking them to my will. I love forcing them to do the most dirty and degrading things to me.”
“Oooo Kayyyyy.” I began. We both noticed that Mr. Happy was taking notice of the conversation and was well on his way to standing at attention to listen carefully.
“Well, obviously, I won’t do anything without your participation, that limits me to either finding bisexual submissives or getting someone that is so desperate that she doesn’t have a choice. My issue is that I don’t really want you fucking another woman. It’s a bit different with me being bisexual. You understand that you can’t give me what another woman can. It would be the same if you were bisexual and I couldn’t give you the same thing another man can. That’s just biology. I don’t want you fucking another woman for two reasons. The first is that I can give you everything that another woman can, so you have no need for that. The second reason is that I don’t want to take the risk of the other woman lying to us about her birth control, becoming pregnant, and trying to sue us for child support.”
“OK. I understand and agree with all that. Since we have already had this conversation, I assume that there is a reason that you are bringing it up now.” I mentioned.
“Yes.” She responded. “I began thinking about it last week when we saw Gloria on that street corner. It’s obvious that she is in dire need of money. Seriously, why else would an attractive woman resort to prostitution? She is desperate. I looked at our budget. Do you realize tat we are paying $5,000 a month in maid services for our house? We could hire a live-in maid for about half of that, if we include room and board. Seriously, we have the spare rooms available, and meals would only be slightly higher if we add a third person. We could actually save thousands of dollars and get better service by hiring a full-time maid.”
I liked the idea that Alissa proposed, but there were several issues that didn’t add up. She began talking about her being a bisexual dominant to women. Somehow that wasn’t addressed during her argument for hiring a full-time maid. Second, she mentioned that this thought process began when she saw Gloria prostituting herself the week before, yet no mention of that was made after that.
“OK. What you are proposing makes a lot of sense.” Seriously people, I’m not stupid. “Two things though. One is that I get to use Gloria’s ass and mouth whenever I want. I will never – EVER – use her cunt. Second is that I get to witness all he punishments.”
Gloria moved in the next week. It really wasn’t much of a choice for her, as she was being evicted for her late rent. Yes, we had her go through a battery of STD tests. It was six weeks of antibiotics before she was clean. As soon as she was declared disease free, Alissa took her down and had her nipples and clit pierced. Gloria’s uniform consisted of a leather collar, 6-inch heels, garter belt, stockings, and….. well, can we call a butt plug part of the uniform?
OK. Gloria did complain. Sure, she willingly signed the employment contract. She knew what she was signing up for, but that didn’t mean that she wasn’t still offended by lesbian sex. Gloria was decidedly straight. The thought of lesbian sex was abhorrent to her. Still, she dutifully leaned in and licked Alissa (and several of her friends) to orgasms. The worst for her was when she had to lick her sister to an orgasm.
Gloria had always refused to let me fuck her ass. She also wasn’t really fond of sucking my cock. I looked upon the sight in front of me. Gloria was laying on her back on the bed. The 1-inch gold hoops in her pierced nipples glistened in the light. I looked at the gold hoop that pierced her cunt just above her clit and the steel ball attached to the hoop to bounce on her clit whenever she moved. I couldn’t see the stud in her tongue at the moment, because her mouth was attached to my wife’s pussy. Gloria was laying on her back with Alissa straddling her face. I had already lubed up my cock in anticipation of shoving it into Glorias ass. No, I would not be breaking her anal cherry. Alissa had already done that with her strap-on last week. As Alissa moaned in pleasure while Gloria tongued her pussy, I removed the butt plug in Gloria’s ass and began feeding my cock in.
Gloria became a permanent fixture in our house. When Alissa’s and my first child turned five-years-old, we decided that Gloria should have an actual uniform that wouldn’t show her nudity to the kids. Once the children were asleep, the uniform came off. True to my word, my cock never entered Gloria’s cunt. Alissa did take care of that with her strap-on, along with several of her friends. Gloria and I never got together without Alissa being fully involved.
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I did allow Alissa time with Gloria when I was not available. Oddly, I discovered that Gloria was much more amorous to me and Alissa when I would come home from work and noticed several new red stripes on her ass and tits. Alissa would just smirk at me when I mentioned it. Life is good for me now. I have a wonderful and faithful wife, a great family, and a sex maid/sex slave available to me whenever I want. Gloria still doesn’t like having to lick the pussies if my wife and her friends, but she accepts it in order to get my cock in her ass and my wife’s strap-on in her cunt. We’ve even given Gloria to Brad and his wife for entertainment at their parties. Yes, Gloria became a whore, but she much prefers her new life to prostituting herself on the streets. At least this way, she has a comfortable bed and good food to eat. Plus, she doesn’t need to worry about the diseases she could pick up fucking random guys on the street.