Final Did Wife Just Become A Whore

I received so much great feedback from the first story. Some wanted me to make the husband more cuckold. Still, others wanted me to just throw her out and be done. One asked if I did write more, to let it just flow and either end the marriage or continue with a compromise in a nice way. I finally, after many rewrites, found a way forward. It also allows for an epilogue of sorts. This story is not wall to wall sex. I feel there is enough in there for those wanting just sex scenes and enough storyline to be a good read. I hope I am right.

If you have not read the previous two parts, you might want to do that so this part makes more sense.

Did Wife Just Become a Whore

Finale

The night session games for March Madness had started. It was a Thursday, and I had cleared my schedule, so the next four days were all mine. I had my sodas, my cheese and crackers, my pizza, and most important of all, the controller to switch from game to game. The day session had been really good, but the teams I have followed for years were playing the night session. I also was doing really well in my brackets. This had me smiling and feeling really good.

As the end of the first games got closer, after 7 pm, for sure, there was a knock on the door. Not a doorbell, but a knock. Kinda unusual. I yell to wait a minute. I was taking the pizza out of the oven. I did not want my late supper to be burnt. Instead of the normal check of my ring, I just went to the door and opened it. I knew the outer screen was locked, so I felt okay doing this.

"What the fuck! What are you doing here? What do you want?" Was my reaction as I stared into the face and eyes of my ex-wife, Denis. It had been a tad over two years since she never came home. She looked directly into my eyes and asked me if she could come in. She said she needs to be out of sight. She said she would explain everything. I thought for a minute, then relented, unlocked the screen, and allowed her to come in.

I glanced around to see if there was anything out of place outside in the neighborhood and cursed my luck under my breath that my quiet, long weekend of hoops just ended.

"Okay, start explaining before I boot your ass out where you belong." My hostilities were clearly showing.

She sighed and looked at me for the longest time. I noticed how sad, how tired, and how panicky she looked all at once. She asked if she could at least get some water and just sit for a few minutes. Being a civil person, I, of course, agreed to this. She then made an unexpected request. She asked for a blanket or something to cover herself so she did not insult me with her whore apparel and body. She explained she had no time to get into her non-whore clothes. When Troy threw her out and told her to get Sara to help her pack her crap and leave, there was no time. She said Sara handed her a stack of money and a slip showing an electronic deposit for the two weeks she had not gotten her share.

She went on: "I can't go to my house. As soon as he realizes he fired me again, for like the third time, he will send Clarence to retrieve me. He will spend hours apologizing. He will want to fuck my ass. Then he will put me on the street again as punishment. I am not doing that again. I need to hide until he calms down. The only place he will never look is here."

It was like her mouth developed diarrhea, and all this pent-up stuff exploded out of her mouth all in one long stream. I am not even sure she took a breath. Before my brain could stop my mouth, I suggested we get her SUV into the garage then, and if you have a change of clothes, please change them if you need to.

"I would really rather strip down to nothing. It has been a horrible week of nothing but everything everyone else wants me to wear. I want a long, hot shower, a fluffy robe, and nothing else. I crave one of your coffees. I can smell it, and it has triggered fond memories."

My response was, first, the vehicle, then you do you. You know where the pot and the cups are.

I opened the garage door, and she parked her SUV in. She surprised me by asking if it would be okay to bring in the two bags with clothes in them. I honestly expected her to act like she never moved out. Instead, there was a docile, polite, remorseful female in front of me. I was not sure what to do with my anger and my bitterness.

"You know, if I did me, I would be naked as I have grown to enjoy my nakedness. I do not want to do that to you. This is already very intense. I really need to talk and stay someplace until morning, then go to the bank, deposit money, slip into my house and back out, then go on about a one-month vacation somewhere."

She looked at me at that point, had a slight smile, and then asked if I would consider a month in Hawaii or a month in Europe with her. I was stunned into silence.

"Let's address nakedness first. That's fine. If that's what you truly want to do, I will deal with it. Plus, I can see if he really carried out his threat many years ago to tat and piercer and modify the fuck outa your body. Second, I have no clue if I want to go anywhere with you. That is going to take some serious conversation. To be honest, since that seems to be the thing at this moment, I never stopped loving my wife. I just hate the whore she became."

She just nodded and disappeared down the hallway to put her stuff in the guest room. Then I heard bare feet padding down the hallway to the bathroom to shower. Me, I headed back to the family room area and my hoops.

I have no real clue how long she was doing her clean up stuff, but when she emerged into the rec room area, she was naked, carrying a t-shirt.

"Here is the look of what I allowed or was forced to do to my body, Liam." She said this as she stood in front of me and slowly turned. Her pussy had a clit hood piercing, and the labia's each had two piercings. Her tits had been enhanced, and the nipples pierced twice each. I had to admit to myself, mind you, the new size and piercings look hot as fuck on her. Her belly button was pierced. She had three tattoos in her pussy area, two on each ass cheek. She had one on the inside cleavage of each tit and one of those under the boob wrapped around to the side, time a few more on her arms and lower legs. Most were tasteful.

"So what was forced?" I asked her.

"The boobs and the Labia piercings, they were forced. I was all in on the nipple piercings, even the double, but I was against the labia and was basically drugged and taken to sign and agree to these. I like them now. I spent a week crying afterward. Fortunately, the doctor was fantastic, and the boobs look, bounce, and feel normal. I am going to remove the labia rings."

Before my whole brain could think a reply through, I told her not to let the hole grow shut, just go to a different piercer and see if they can do those plug things so it holds the holes open and all. I even said they add a nasty sexiness to her. What the fuck was my mouth getting me into. She invited me to touch, feel and get a closer look before she covered up her whore body. She said she knew how upsetting it was. I was struggling between tossing her on the couch and fucking the shit out of her or being angry still.

"I am good for now. Thank you. I appreciate your concern and all. I will admit I most likely will want a closer look, but I have many questions. Right now, though, we have more serious things I need to address. Let's start with why this happened this time and why you are not letting him retrieve you, as you put it."

She slid into her shirt and then sat down on the other end of the couch. She asked me if that was okay or if it was to close, considering she was an uninvited guest. I shrugged, trying very hard to stay calm and in control. It was amazing that her presence was bringing back old feelings of love, lust, and bitterness.

"Okay, you know the legitimate business that Troy is expanding and doing a new building on the north side of town?"

I responded with, "Yeah, the bastard actually had the balls to ask me to help in the process."

"Well, his secret investor was one of my monthly regulars. He's an older guy in his mid-sixties, I think. He has been great until after he invested in the project. Then he started getting a little rough and more aggressive on the kink/taboo side. Spanking, slapping, spitting, mild choking. Nothing I had not gone through before. Do you follow me so far?"

"Okay, I follow." I was amused and very concerned. I realized all my feelings were cropping up, which is why I had objections to start with. I realized I still loved her deeper than I thought. I had managed to suppress everything.

"It started simply at first with pee play. Getting peed on. Then he demanded to pee in my mouth so he could watch me swallow and then puke it up. Then it was extra large tips if I could swallow and hold it down, then drink him and my own piss and hold it all down. Weirdly enough, I started liking this. I researched it and sent him text messages with tips on how to make it better for us. The tips were fantastic and in cash. We had an understanding none of the kinks would be reported to Troy, so I could keep the tips and not have to tip out. I mean, he is a super nice guy with just a very kinky side. Then, tonight, it still sends shivers through me."

I sat there stunned into silence. The best I could do was nod my head in understanding. She was looking for a reaction, and I did not give her one. Inside though, I was turned on, revolted, and so curious how she came to enjoy drinking some guy's piss and drinking her own piss. I mean, come on, what the fuck! Part of me wanted to say prove it, piss and drink it for me.

She continued on while all of that was running through my brain. I was also getting uncomfortable hard as she had been relating the events of the night.

"After he had fucked my cunt, then my ass, he told me to go lay down on the floor of the large bathroom in the hotel suite. When I asked why, he went, my dear sweet whore, I am going to poop in your mouth, then fuck your cunt again while I watch you eat it and swallow, then puke it all up. That will give you a huge bareback load, and since I am guessing you are in cycle, it will get you pregnant with my child. Then the asshole laughed, and he stood waiting for me to lay down. He was going to fucking shit in my mouth and demand I eat it. He offered an additional 2k tip. I stared at him. I kicked him in his balls, threw my sundress on. Then I grabbed all my other stuff and all the tip money and left. I headed back to the playpen house. By the time I got..."

"Wait, what the fuck? You are serious he was going to shit in your mouth? I mean, what the fuck. "

"Yeah, yeah. I know, gross as fuck, right? So I got back to the playpen and explained everything to Sara. I am bawling at this point. To the point I threw up all the cum and piss from earlier. I just used a washcloth, and I had started getting my stuff packed up. I was going to take home and told Sara I was taking a few days off. That's when she got the call, telling her that as soon as I got back there, I would pack everything up and throw me out. Pay me out and throw me out. He was done with me. When she got off the phone, she told me to hurry to pack and get outa here before he got here. He is on the way. She said she would explain everything. She asked if I still had the secret phone we shared. You know I crush on her a lot. I mean, the only reason I even do Bi-things is to play with her. Gawd, she is so delicious. Sorry. Anyway. I drove around. She called on the regular phone and said she explained what happened. He is now pissed at both of you. She told me to lie low for a few days, and he would calm down. That's when I told her I was never coming back, not this time. Not ever."

I was stunned into absolutely speechlessness. She had just said she was done with Troy. Over two years, she finally hit the break point. I was so frikkin hard and turned on. I flashed back to the same conflict I had the night she left and never came back. I love her, I am at that moment lusting for her, and I am in shock at what she does and now enjoys. I was trying to formulate a reasonable response. Sadly, my mouth responded before my brain processed everything.

"Damn, I am not sure whether to be turned on and flip my cock out for service, except it's a white cock, or talk to you on how you and Sara should start your own service and take over an old Victorian mansion I bought to flip. Use it as you lady's version of a playpen." This poured out of my mouth as my brain screamed Noooooo, don't say this.

She squealed in excitement and asked if I would do both. She has craved to feel me in her again. To sit on my lap with my cock buried in her cunt while she rocks on it and my hands on her naked low back while we talk about things. Talk about a flashback to a marriage before Troy. I was overwhelmed with this image. I stood, dropped my shorts off, tossed my shirt over on the floor, and sat down.

She stared at me for the longest time, then she asked if she could get naked also or did she need to hide her whore body under the shirt still. I laughed and said you are hiding it because that's is how she was feeling, not me. She threw it on top of my clothes. She mounted me like the pro she is. Then she surprised me with a long, passionate, deep kiss. She moaned.

"Sweetheart, the love of my life, Liam, I have wanted, no, I have craved a kiss from you for over two years. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Oh my gawd, thank you."

She started her rocking motion. This was her way of using her pussy muscles, the kegles, I think, to jerk me off inside her. She was even more impressive than I remember. Her scent was amazing as she was more and more turned on.

"Oh, fuck, babe, my love Liam, I forgot how perfect we match. Geez. Okay, okay, please explain what you meant, Sara and I and an old Victorian place oh fuck, babe."

I did just that. I explained my thoughts on her and Sara doing a women own and ran business. To do benefits, to protect and take care of the girls. I went into details. After she finally milked me dry and then licked me clean, We showered. She invited me to piss all over her and let her drink and swallow my piss. She said she saw a slight change in my expression as she talked about it. She even got out and found a clear plastic glass and filled it with her golden nectar, and then drank it all down while using one hand to rub on her clit.

As we cuddled on the couch, I finished my thoughts. I was feeling love again and had found my way to accept her for what she was. I did ask if the client had approached her differently and if she would have gone through with it. She wrinkled her nose and admitted she had no idea, but it was just gross, so most likely no. I know some readers are wondering in the back of your mind.

She ended up calling Sara on the Secret phone. Sara showed up within an hour, and the three of us brainstormed. The next morning, after waking up to the two of them in my bed instead of the spare room, making out, we headed over to the old mansion. Sara and Denis had fantastic ideas on how to restore it and still keep its charm and appearance.

That's how I ended back with my ex-wife and her beautiful lover Sara and now having a whore wife and whore business manager, and owning a home I rent to a business called Girl's to Go in a beautifully restored but updated Victorian Mansion. So yes, my whore did just become a whore.

This ends my tale.