Double Life of a Slut Wife chapter 1

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Double Life of a Slut Wife chapter 1I was putting the finishing touches to my recently remodeled basement “man cave” when I tripped over my tool bag and fell into an old plaster wall that looked much sturdier than it actually was. I wasn’t hurt in the fall but I ended up putting a hole in the wall that was about the size of a basketball. That jagged-edged opening in the wall would change my life in a profound way. Had I had known just what it was that was about to be revealed to me it is very possible I would have hung a poster over it and just forgotten about it. But as I said, I was near the completion of a basement renovation that had taken the better part of a year to do and I wanted people to see it. It looked great and I was proud of the work I had done but now there was a gaping black hole in the wall right behind where I had built the bar and there was no chance of it not being noticed by anyone standing at the bar. I had to fix it and I had under an hour before my wife got home from work. My wife actually worked from home mainly. She was a party planner and did most of her work from her home office. Her home office was adjacent to our bedroom and was once a huge walk-in closet that could only be accessed from our bedroom. Her desk and computer only took up a small part of the large space and she had set the rest of the room up as a yoga/meditation and work out room. The yoga/meditation section was mostly just a large and very plush 10-foot by 10-foot floor mat that took up about one-fourth of the room. Around the perimeter of the mat were several large cushiony pillows and it looked like the inside of a desert sheik’s tent. The rest of the space was taken up by various exercise machines and the walls were covered entirely by large mirrored panels and it made the room look huge. Well, I am pretty sure that’s what it looked like. It had been over a year since I had been inside. That is when my wife had an electric keypad door lock installed and told me that from then on it was off-limits to everybody except her. She said she needed the space to wind down after work. So I hadn’t seen it in a year. For the six months prior to that, we fucked in there almost daily. She loved being fucked on the soft mat and would transform into an insatiable slut whenever we fucked on it. I asked her if she was aware of how nasty and slutty she became when getting fucked in that room and she kind of shrugged it off and said it must be the mirrored walls and how they reminded her of the gymnasium back in high school when she was an aspiring gymnast and acrobat and then she wouldn’t talk about it anymore. Her former life as an athlete was a sensitive subject and one she rarely talked about. She was supposedly very good and was an Olympic hopeful until her breast developed into the fairly large and beautiful set of tits that they are today. They are awesome actually but large boobs aren’t something you see in gymnastics for a reason and when hers grew in it all but ended her short but promising gymnastics career. The only thing about that time in her life that she would smile about would be when a handful of her old friends from back in those days would call her by her old nickname, Gymnasty. I once asked her how she got that name and she told me that she once misspelled it somewhere and the misspelling stuck as some things do from high school. It sounded plausibleThe raggedy hole in the wall would reveal the truth about that nickname and many other things about my wife. At the time I, of course, had no way of knowing any of this. So I stuck my head through it in search of any structurally solid spots to which I could fasten things to ensure a solid repair. I was surprised by the feeling of fresh air that seemed to be breezing by my face. When my head was inside it actually felt kind of spacious for what you would tuzla escort normally imagine the backside of a basement wall to be but it was pitch black in there so I pulled my head out and went to get a flashlight. Once I shined a light in there I was amazed at the size of the space and it looked like it was an access crawl space that was used for maintenance at one time. The house itself was a large craftsman style house from the 1920s. It was rather run down when we bought it and that was actually the reason we were able to afford such a large house. I had been fixing it up since buying it and although it was far from being completed I had made substantial progress on it and it was fixed up to a degree that we weren’t embarrassed to have people visit. That long process of renovation was precisely the reason I had to have the wall fixed by the time my wife got home. After years of listening to hammering and sawing and everything else construction related my wife had put in place a new rule that after 5 o’clock, or whatever time it was when she returned from work on days in which she had to leave to do her inspections, all loud construction work would come to a halt. It really wasn’t an unreasonable request as there isn’t anybody who enjoys that rackett when they are trying to relax. There was no way I was going to have the time to do the repair and explore this new exciting find of mine but I had time to break down enough of the plaster to allow for my whole body to squeeze into the crawl space. After a few feet, there was a corner around which I found ladder rungs that were embedded in the cement wall leading up.So up I went. The crawl space got bigger once I got to the ground floor level and I was pleasantly surprised that it branched off in different directions and also continued up to the second floor. I continued up the ladder which also branched out similar to the ground floor and it seemed that this network of passageways was pretty much complete access to every room of the large and sprawling house. Right about then the batteries died in the flashlight and I was gripped by a short-lived feeling of panic as I was plunged into almost total darkness. When my eyes adjusted, I saw that there were faint areas of light coming in at about head level at various points along the walls throughout the passageways. They were at about my chin level and I had to stoop down slightly to peer in. They were hardly thicker than a piece of paper yet if you were at the exact correct height you could see the room almost in its entirety. What a brilliant design this was. From the inside of the rooms, they were virtually invisible. I had, in fact, painted every room of the house and was completely unaware that they were even there. From the crawlspace side, they were wider and of course clearly visible. If you pressed your face to the wall the tiny slice became something that gave you a view so large that it was like looking into a room through a window. You could see everything except, of course, the wall in which the viewing slit happened to be in. I was at that very moment looking into our master bedroom and that’s when I saw my wife walk through the bedroom door. It was also pretty clear to me that these walls in this house were very efficient at deadening sound. I didn’t hear my wife’s car pull in or even her footsteps on the hardwood floors as she walked up the stairs and into our room. The sound got louder if you placed your ear at exactly the right height. And just like when looking through the sound opened up immensely once you got your ear at the sweet spot. So clear that I could even hear her breathing and tapping the keypad of her phone. That is when my phone’s notification ring went off. It felt like I was spying on my wife and I quickly grabbed my phone to silence it. I don’t know why I wanted to escort tuzla remain hidden from her but for some reason, for the time being anyway, this discovery of secret passages was mine and mine alone. I was sure I would reveal them to her in time but right now they were my little secret. I opened up my phone to read what my wife had just texted me. It said, “Hi honey, I just got home. Are you here? I saw your car in the garage but I have been yelling your name to no avail.”I texted her back, “Hi Love, no I am not home. Randy came and picked me up earlier and we went to the lake. He put his boat in dry dock and needs advice on the repairs. We actually just got here and are about to go over it. It may be a few hours before I am home. Three hours at the earliest. I’ll let you know if it will be longer than that.”I watched her read my text and then she returned the text with, “That’s nice of you to help him out. I am going to meditate for a while so take your time. There’s no need to rush. I’m fine. Love you” I wrote back, “Okay, thanks love. I’ll see you in a few hours.”This gave me plenty of time to explore my new find. I felt as excited as a k** and wished the flashlight still worked. I was about to head back to the basement for new batteries and I looked into our bedroom for a final glance and I saw my wife pull her skirt above her waist and expose her pantyless pussy. I thought she always wore panties but apparently not today. Then she spread her legs as wide as she could and started taking pictures of her pussy. After going through them she picked her favorite and it looked as if she was going to send me the picture. She set her phone down and went into the bathroom as I waited for the picture message to arrive. But nothing came. Then her phone received a text. She read it and said, “Fucker!” then she hit a button and held the phone to her ear. Then said, “What do you mean, who is this? How many people do you know that send you pictures of their bald wet cunt?” “Oh, a few, is that right, well that’s okay, you are not the only person I let play with my cunt. But my husband is gone for a few hours and I thought you might want to fuck me like a dirty cheating whore in my marital bed. You know how nasty I get when I’m getting pumped full of cock in the bed I share with my husband……. What?…….Do I know Mario, wait, is it your cousin Mario who fucked me last Summer? Oh, fuck yeah, bring him and his massive 13-inch cock over right now. Okay, hurry though. My husband will be back in a few hours and I have to be cleaned up and you have to be gone before he gets back. Come and fuck me hard. Okay, see you in a few…. Wait, I thought you told me that your cousin was in jail…. Hello, are you still there….”My wife set her phone on the bed and went into the bathroom. I thought I was going to throw up. I felt as if I was suffocating and I could feel my temperature rising. Not so much with anger, although there was an element of anger present. But the overriding emotion was betrayal and something much harder to describe in words. The knowledge of what I thought about how things were just dissolved instantly. Everything that I had assumed was one way wasn’t that way at all. My lovely wife was cheating on me and had been for quite a while by what I could gather from a one-sided phone conversation. And she wasn’t just a run of the mill garden variety cheater. She was a filthy fucking cock whore who lets at least three people play with her twat and most likely the number is way more than three. My temperature felt dangerously high but it was a fevered lust I was experiencing now. My cock got hard when I saw her snapping pictures of her bald snatch and then proceeded to get harder and harder as I listened to her offer herself to some guy and then enthusiastically invite some other big cocked stud along who she tuzla escort bayan had fucked before. I didn’t think I could possibly get any more aroused but then she emerged from the bathroom covered in oil and went to her office door and unlocked it. After a moment she exited her office and she had two large oily dildos, one in each hand, she hopped up onto our bed and flopped onto her back and spread her legs wide. She had the sluttiest look on her face and she looked dead serious when she said aloud to herself, “Girl you are going to get your fucking holes stuffed good! God, I’m a filthy fucking whore and I love it!” Then she began to work the dildos into her slick oily cunt and tight asshole.I was so turned on I couldn’t think straight. For years I had fantasized about her being a slut and fucking others and now I was about to actually watch it happen. All of the anger had drained out of my system. The sting of betrayal was still there but it took a backseat to this feeling of lust and horny desire. I then realized that she might want to fuck in her office also and I needed to get to a spot that where both rooms were viewable so I slowly made my way through the dark passage to a place that I thought would have a viewing slit on both walls of the passage. It was at that moment when I decided to open up my wife’s opportunity to be the whore I now knew she was. My protective instincts were somewhat diminished after finding out she had been lying and cheating on me. I still loved her, but it wouldn’t bother me a bit to see her fucked into a c*** by 100 guys. Fifteen minutes prior I would have never believed she would do any of this and now had hopes of maybe seeing the cunt gangbanged. I dialed her number as I watched her working her holes with the two dildos. The phone rang 3 times before she picked it up. She said, “Hi Honey, what’s up!”I said, “Hi Amy, are you okay, you sound out of breath?”I watched as she placed the dildos back into her cunt and asshole.“Oh, I’m fine, I’m just stretching myself before I begin my workout. I am feeling in the mood for an intense workout, so I need a good stretching or I’ll be sore tomorrow. Who am I k**ding, I’ll be sore regardless. It has been a while since I’ve pumped the weights and I think a good pumping is in order.” She giggled after she said that.I said, “If I were the suspicious type I could gather enough innuendo and double entendres from what you just said to convince a divorce court of bad behavior.”She said, “ you wouldn’t need to convince them of anything if I was sitting in the court with my legs spread and pumping two big rubber dicks in and out of me like I’m doing now.”I said, “Oh my God! That is so hot! Are you really doing that right now?”She said, “Yes I am. I already told you I need stretching. So are you going to divorce me now for fucking these rubber dicks?”I said, “Don’t be silly, I would never divorce you.”She said, “What if the rubber dicks magically turned into real ones?”I said, “ then that would make you a lying whore I guess.”She said, “I don’t like the lying part. Can’t I be a naughty whore instead? And why did you call?”I said, “Oh yeah, sorry, I got a bit carried away. Look, I didn’t realize it before but Randy had already been drinking before he picked me up. We just had a shot of tequila and I guess it was the straw that broke the camel’s back because he is wasted and in no condition to drive me home.”She sounded disappointed when she said, “ So I guess you need me to drive to the lake to come and get you.”I said, “No, that’s alright. I am going to spend the night on Randy’s couch. I’ll go over what he needs to do for his boat in the morning so he will actually remember it. You just go back to working your rubber dicks into your cunt and I’ll see you tomorrow. She said, “I am already doing it. See you tomorrow. Wait, Joseph, are you still there? I really do love you. You know that right?”I said, “Sure, I love you too. Bye”She said, “Joseph, one more thing. I have lied to you. I wasn’t called Gymnasty because I misspelled a word.” Then she hung up.

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