My Rocky Relationship with Sheila--Part 1 of 4 - Sex Stories

My Rocky Relationship with Sheila--Part 1 of 4

... Mrs. Marlowe’s steady questioning all the sordid details of the affair were revealed—how they had met, where, how often, even what they did sexually. I found it interesting that there had been absolutely no social interaction whatsoever—no lunches or dinners, not even the occasional drink. All they did was fuck and they did that often. In fact, Sheila had fucked Ronny roughly twice as often as she did me, her own husband, over the past three months. “Any other questions, Mrs. Marlowe?” “I think you should call me Rita. After all this I can’t see any reason for formality, especially for the man who has freed me.” “Excuse me?” “When Ronald and I were married he forced me to sign an extremely restrictive pre-nup. I’ve known something was going on—Ronald was rarely home--but I had no idea what. If I asked for a divorce I’d certainly wind up broke even though Ronald is a millionaire many times over. Now I’m sure things are going to change. My only question is what to do with the loser over there.” “Well, Rita my first thought was to drive him out into the distant woods up in the Adirondacks and see if he could crawl back to civilization before the bears or the wolves got him, but now that you’re here maybe you have a better idea.” “I certainly do.” And then she told me of her plan. I had to laugh. I agreed to keep dear old Ronny here for a few days until she made the necessary preparations. Based on her comments I thought she’d torture him and force him to change the ...

... pre-nup—that’s what I would have done. She returned Saturday morning. Ronny was still in the humbler and I had replaced the battery. Rita backed her car into my garage. He staggered up a ramp I had built and tumbled into the trunk. He wasn’t quite as cocky now as he was when we had first met. In fact, he was downright submissive. Maybe he knew what Rita had in store for him. I used a pair of cutting pliers to break the emergency trunk release, knowing that their dealership would fix it easily. I handed the remote to Rita and waved as she drove back down the drive, turning back the way she had come only a few moments earlier. I agreed to drop Ronny’s car back at her house the following day, arranging for a cab to return me home. In the interim I had dealt with my lying bitch whore wife. I had phoned the office on Thursday morning asking if my assistant could drop by in the afternoon. She said she would come as soon as she was able to get away. She phoned around 4:30 saying she had permission to leave early to accommodate me. I greeted Nan at the door. “I’m glad your emergency is over.” “Yeah…me too, although the ‘emergency’ was nothing you’d ever imagine. Come on in and I’ll show you. She gasped when she saw Sheila naked and bound and gagged over the ottoman. “Here, have a seat and I’ll explain what’s going on. Actually, I think it would be better to show you.” I turned on the TV and video, just as I had done for Rita. Nan sat, mouth dropping every other second as she watched Sheila fuck ...