My Wife the Princess Whore - Sex Stories

My Wife the Princess Whore

I am rich. I'm sorry if that seems like I'm bragging, but it's an important part of the story. I live in a small town in the midwest, and my f****y owns the Prince auto group, the largest car dealership in our town, as well as the largest car dealerships in the five closest towns. Maybe car dealerships don't seem like that lucrative a business, but we're talking in the millions here. Easily. So as the richest k** in class, I had my pick of the girls. I don't mean that they were all shallow enough to just care about money. I mean, that once I decided who I wanted, I was able to shower them with enough gifts and good times, that they could easily be mine. I mean I was always able to look my best (I'm not a bad looking guy to start with, sorry bragging again). Best car. Best clothes. Etc. Consciously or subconsciously these things matter to people. And the girl I wanted wasn't the dumb cheerleader who'd fucked half our class. It was Paige. Paige was a quiet girl, pretty with long brown hair, glasses, and a sweet disposition. She was smart, a star mathlete, cultured, in the drama club. She was kind, head of the school volunteer corps. She was an all around great girl. And I wanted her. She didn't know me well, but I started pursuing her and that changed quickly. I took her to homecoming. I took her to prom. We went to see plays and performances, ballets, operas, lectures at the library, all the stuff smart cultured people like. I didn't mind because through it all I got to be ...

... with Paige. We went to college together. I studied business. She studied engineering. Afterward we moved into one of the towns with my f****y's dealerships and I assumed general manager duties. I proposed to her. I told her I wanted to make her my princess. She smiled. "Deep down all girls want to be someone's princess." She accepted. Our wedding was a massive, expensive affair. Paige wore a huge ball gown. She looked beautiful. We bought a big house. Life was great. Our sex life was good. Paige wasn't a wild thing in bed, but she was still open to having fun. I was the only woman she'd ever been with. I asked her if she'd let me take dirty pictures of her. "Sure, as long as they only ever stay between you and me." She said. I asked her if she'd like to try anal. "I don't think so. I'd be afraid it would hurt too much." So I was respectful. I asked her if she'd watch porn with me. "Sure, I'd give it a try, but I don't know what I'd like." So we watched a few soft core flicks. She thought they were alright. Meanwhile life continued as normal. We pulled in over a hundred grand a week. Paige had trouble finding a job in engineering so she got a temporary gig at the local college. All was well. Until everything changed. One day I came home from the dealership and Paige was waiting for me, an ambiguous look on her face. "You've been lying to me." She said accusatorially. I had no idea where this was going or what was happening. So I responded with a blank look. I really hadn't. I ...