A Machiavellian Slut Wife

Losing the dead weight

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“You cheated first, Hannah. I’m just catching you up.”

I dumped his toast and a mug of coffee on the kitchen dining table making sure the drink spilled annoyingly close to him. I’d also spread his toast far to thinly with butter. I got his breakfast, but it was sure to be crap.

“You left me and started divorce proceedings, Daniel. We were legally separated and I started seeing someone else.”

“And he fucked you.”

“No, Jason didn’t fuck me, but we would have got to that stage in a few more weeks. You begged me to give us a second chance. Now here I am and a couple of months in, you fucked it up.”

He bit into the dry toast which wouldn’t combine well with a mouth still wretched from drinking too much whiskey at an all night party next door. He looked at me like an injured puppy.

“Are you serving me shit for breakfast, or did we run out of butter?”

“No Daniel, you ran out of good will from me.”

“Is this because I fucked Emma one time?”

I fetched him the butter dish and some kitchen tissue to mop up coffee spillage from our nice polished wooden table. He looked mildly apologetic and thankful. While I cleaned the mess, he slathered more butter on his meagre toast.

When I sat down opposite my husband with a cup of Ginseng Tea, he frowned disapprovingly.

“That’s fucking vile.”

“You should try it. The calming effect might suppress the monster inside you.”

“What monster?”

I leaned across the table, eyeballing Daniel with laser accuracy and a devastating, fiery glare. My expression was deadpan, and I noticed a familiar fear flickering like dying coals in his gorgeous blue eyes.

“You got drunk last night, then fucked our neighbor’s wife. I’d call that pretty monstrous.”

“Alan invited me to fuck his wife. He’s a cuckold. How could I refuse?”

“Ahh, okay. Well, maybe Alan can make you dinner tonight because I won’t be here.”

“You’re leaving me?”

“Fucking damn right I am. Why would I stay with an adulterous fuckhead like you?”

“For the sake of our love?”

“Do you mean the love you shot inside Emma’s hole last night?”

“I can’t win, can I?”

He looked defeated but so was I. Trying to piece together our marriage felt like smashing a Chinese vase, super-gluing it together, then smashing it again and reaching for the glue tube. I eyed him, feeling distraught while my husband of ten years considered his losing hand.

“It’s over, right Hannah?”

“Yes, Daniel. It was over between us years ago.”

“Can you explain why?”

“I want kids, you don’t. Travel is my first love, you hate going outside the city. My social calendar revolves around friends and family, you like sluts and cuckolds. And you fucked Emma last night.”

“I can’t deny we’re different.”

“We’re far too different babe.”

Hi mood had declined into sullen anguish which I didn’t want to be responsible for. I softened my tone and reached over the table, clasping his hand in mine. Daniel smiled weakly, but I saw tears welling in his eyes.

“Why don’t you pop next door after I leave and fill Emma up with all that lovely warm semen for her husband to enjoy?”

“Are you being spiteful Hannah?”

“Not at all. You enjoy all that kinky play which is not for me. The heart wants what it wants babe, and you should go for it, enjoying what pleases you.”

He looked mildly ashamed although I couldn’t tell why. If I had a kink that needed scratching, I’d be honest at the very least.

Which is precisely what I’ll be doing later on.

“I’m already packed while you languished in a drunken sleep. I’m ready to leave and Maya’s picking me up in an hour. Let’s get this divorce moving, Daniel and then we can both turn the page to a new chapter.”

“Your sister’s coming here?”

“Yeah.”

“I fucking hate her.”

“You’ll never see her again.”

She hates cheating cunts like you, anyway.

“So, you’ll be in New York?”

“That’s none of your business. Send any post to my parents and let’s have a clean split.”

“Separation is not what I want.”

“It’s what we both need, though.”

He went upstairs and I heard him sob loudly in our bedroom. There was little doubt in my mind that Daniel was unhappy about divorce, but that was only because the band-aid was being ripped off.

Once he was balls deep inside Emma, Daniel would feel great again and memories of me would fade.

As I left the house rolling my luggage down the front drive for a final time, Maya sprinted up from her parked car looking pleased. Just before gripping one of two suitcases, my sister and best friend flipped Daniel the bird, but all he had in exchange was a dour, sullen face filled with self pity.

“Oh look sis, it’s the slut.”

Maya pointed towards Emma who pretended to inspect her lawn, wearing a cheap whores brothel bathrobe.

“Load my gear Maya. I’d like to have a private word with Emma.”

I stepped over a thin grass patch dividing line between our properties, smiling at the woman who wished she could shrink into her lawn.

“Can we talk?”

“I’m really sorry about last night Hannah. We all drank too much booze.”

“Don’t worry. You summoned the inevitable and saved me months, possibly years of anguish and fucking around.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah, honestly. This is the reason I needed to run.”

She lit a joint, covering her shaking smoking hand nervously from a light wind while averting her eyes from me. Emma was clearly terrified of what I might say.

“Why are you in the garden at this hour?”

“I wanted to run into you and apologize.”

She took a desperate draw on her spliff, sucking its THC infused salvation deep inside her lungs. I reached out and Emma flinched, then understood I wanted a drag so she passed over the smoke for me to enjoy.

“That’s powerful stuff.”

I admired the joint, rolling it between forefinger and thumb, puffing slightly more than I expected with lungs that hadn’t enjoyed a good smoke in years.

“Alan always gets the best weed.”

“He sure does. Give him my compliments.”

“What’s going on right now Hannah? What are we doing here?”

I took another light draw, acclimating my lungs to the pleasure of forbidden horticulture. She I studied her it was plain my killer instinct was back because I felt no anger.

“We’re just two neighbors enjoying a smoke, babe.”

I took a few more puffs, enjoying the flavor and its soothing effect. I felt chilled out, but Emma was far from that.

“Can I ask you a favor please Emma?”

“Ask away.”

“Would you fuck my husband every day please?”

She coughed violently, gagging on an inhale while reeling backwards, puffing smoke out of her nostrils. Maya was nearby eavesdropping, and I heard her choke too. I steadied my gaze, making sure Emma knew I was serious until she recovered.

“What the fuck do you mean?”

“I’d like you to fuck my husband at least once every day for the next six months.”

“I can’t. My fucking husband, and-”

“He’s a fucking cuckold Emma. Alan will love it.”

“What about during my period?”

“Please forgive my bluntness, but you’re a slut and my husband will gladly fuck you while having your period. In fact, Daniel will love it more.”

“Jesus Fucking Christ, Hannah. You take no prisoners.”

“Do we have a deal or not?”

“I-I-I, err, I don’t know.”

“If you do this for me, Emma, I won’t tell everyone in the street or those at your husbands’ workplace that he’s a cuckold who eats other men’s cum out of your slutty hole.”

“Seriously? Would you really do that to us?”

“Ordinarily not but since you took what didn’t belong to you, I don’t feel constrained by any moral code about protecting your privacy regarding certain sexual proclivities.”

“How will you know whether I fuck him or not?”

I turned towards my house, waving a hand expansively, probably a little too much, but I blame the weed.

“The house belongs to me but Daniel can stay there for as long as he needs to get his affairs in order. My sister, Maya over there by the shitty car will move in and make sure you abide by the terms of our agreement. You’ll check in and out through her, and she may listen at the door.”

“Fucking hell, Hannah. Why do you want me to do this?”

“Because if Daniel’s cock is buried inside your pussy every day, he’ll give me an easy divorce and not come chasing again to beg my forgiveness while trying to stitch together our marriage.”

“You’re Machiavellian Hannah.”

“We can all be like that when our lives have to change, babe.”

She took another long draw on the spliff, looking cooler and more in control of her previously wobbly emotions. I smiled and reached out again, taking the joint, enjoying a less frantic puff than hers.

“I’ll do this if you’ll let me have the Sub Zero double fridge in your kitchen.”

“It’s yours. Collect it now and fuck my husband while you’re in there.”

I turned and walked away feeling free for the first time since I’d married Daniel. He slunk around at the front door looking miserable, whereas I had a spring in my step feeling adventurous.

“That’s my joint, Hannah.”

“You got a fridge and a fuck-buddy. I’d say we’re even. Don’t push your luck Emma.”

I slid into my sisters beat up station wagon passenger’s seat, pressing down curled up, ripped leather panels, wriggling uncomfortably until a bar underneath split my ass cheeks.

As we left, Maya tried her best and hit the gas pedal hard to make a memorable exit.

“I guess a cloud of black smoke, choking everyone on the street is a good way to mark the occasion, sis.”

“Don’t worry, Hannah. I’ll make that bastard wish he’d never been born.”

“I’d rather you left him alone or be pleasant to him. Just make sure Emma fucks Daniel every day so I can get an easy divorce. Once that’s final, he’ll leave and you can stay forever.”

“And have your bedroom?”

“Yup. For at least a few years.”

“While you manage a takeover as VP Marketing at Global Dynamics?”

“Yes. Kate Granger says I can stay on the Estate in one of their grace and favor lodges. She’s got an exciting new boyfriend called Jacob who sounds awesome. He runs the Estate, and she’s inherited the whole company from her dad.”

“Why are you going to the Grosvenor Hotel tonight instead of flying right out there?”

I felt uneasy and glanced surreptitiously at my sister, feeling a little ashamed. My life plan was coming together and to be honest, I’d wanted Daniel to fuck up so I could leave.

“If I tell, promise you won’t disapprove?”

“Okay. You know I won’t anyway.”

“Jess, from the Fuck Buddy Chapel has arranged six guys to gang-bang me over the next few days. I’ve got two waiting at my hotel now with another four coming tomorrow afternoon. The next day, I’m sleeping with a younger woman called Izzy who Jess says is a delight.”

“You fucking what, now?”

She slewed the car across the road, staring at me as though I’d transformed into a werewolf. Her incredulity was matched by the sceptical look on her face that replaced it.

“Fuck off Hannah. Stop pulling my leg.”

“You heard me. Daniel isn’t the only one in need of a good flushing out from a shitty marriage. I’m having a secret tryst of unadulterated sex with six guys and one girl, then I’m heading for Global Dynamics where I’ll behave. Well… maybe!”

“Fucking hell sis. You’re becoming a slut.”

“You just keep Daniel in the dark about my activities and away from me.”

“You can count on me, Hannah.”

She dropped me off at the five-star hotel where Jess and two gorgeous men dressed in Brioni suits waited for me. The guys took my suitcases and hung around nearby while Jess came with me to check-in.

“Payment has cleared although the guys said they’d do it for free. You’re definitely babe material, Hannah. I can refund.”

“No need. I hear your club is going places. This should help.”

“Every dollar helps babe. I hear you’re leaving town completely?”

“My best friend from college offered me a job that I can’t refuse. I’ll visit and once settled perhaps you’ll come and see me.”

She slipped her hand in mine and squeezed tightly. Jess was a couple of years younger than me, but we’d been close friends nevertheless. She knew Kate Granger, but I wouldn’t mention her name just yet because I needed Daniel out of my hair before going public.

I turned my head slightly, smiling as I studied my swains secretly.

“Are they nice guys?”

“Claude and Oliver are my best bulls. They’ll feel like loving husbands and breathe nothing to anyone about your business.”

“I can’t wait for them to fuck me.”

“I’ll attend the four-man team tomorrow if that’s okay? I have a sex swing that bolts onto the door, lube and clean-up kits with other toys. I can look after you.”

“And Izzy?”

“She’s fucking unbelievable, Hannah. The girl is only eighteen but such a mature player. She’s totally focused on client outcomes and loves fucking. Her hustle has a messenger group called The Neighborhood Slut.”

“I’m in for three wonderful days, and all while I’m ovulating too.”

“That’s going to be creamy and messy. By the way… Claude is French and will make you orgasm just by whispering in your ear.”

Front desk handed me a key-card and Jess wished me good luck, kissing both my cheeks before she left. My fuck-buddy’s escorted me to the elevator where one hit the call button, while the other held the door when it opened for others decanting.

As we ascended to the thirty-sixth floor, I stared at two Herculean gods who both slipped one hand each over mine, squeezing lovingly.

It really does feel like having two nice husband’s.

My self esteem lifted as we exchanged loving and lewd glances, sexy smiles and giggles, while I half covered my mouth with one hand.

“I’m looking forward to having you both.”

“So are we, Hannah.”

“Oh wow, that fucking French accent!”

Claude’s smile and deep tone French cadence churned my pussy like a tractor plowing fertile land. I felt my knickers soak through, and a thin stream of excitement dribbled down my leg. He leaned close into my face with nostrils flaring and pupils dilating.

“I can’t wait to fuck you, Hannah. You’ve been in my thoughts ever since Jess sent us your profile. May I kiss you?”

“Umm, yeah, I’d like that too.”

I felt intense heat radiating from his body like no other. When my palm inadvertently settled gently on Claude’s chest, his heart thumped like a frightened rabbit.

“Are you afraid, Claude?”

“No, I’m really excited. You’re such a beautiful woman.”

By the time his lips brushed mine, the fireworks had already started and I gripped Oliver’s hand tightly while his colleague’s tongue charged into my mouth like a thousand demon horses on fire, escaping the gates of hell.

When my knees buckled, Oliver held me upright, gripping both ass cheeks in one free hand, steadying me while his friend kissed in a way that conjured pre-marriage memories to mind.

Claude slipped a hand up my dress and I cared little about elevator CCTV when he slid two or more fingers up and down my creamy slit, fingering me for the first time in years.

“Hmm, fuck. I’ve definitely made the right choice.”

“We’ll keep validating that, Hannah.”

We fell out of the elevator, almost sprinting to room 3602, where I fumbled the room key, desperate to be fucked by two utterly gorgeous guys. I’d asked Jess for seven to eight-inch cocks for day one, getting bigger guys on the following session.

“You might struggle to walk when boarding the aircraft, Hannah.”

“They’re sending a private jet to collect me. Look… I don’t want to rush you guys, but could we shower together please?”

“Of course. We’ve been told to cum inside you, both mouth and pussy. Is that correct?”

“Yes please. You’re getting a ten-year marriage out of my system, one drop of semen at a time.”

While Claude helped me undress, Oliver selected a movie. The last thing I saw when leading a gorgeous ebony cock into the massive wet room was Julia Roberts dressing for a night out in Pretty Woman.

“How wonderful, Oliver.”

“Would you like champagne and strawberries from room service, Hannah? I’ll order them while Claude soaps and prepares you.”

“Oliver, can’t I take you both with me forever please?”

“If my friend has a great gym, yes.”

Claude had no body fat, or at least that was how he looked. His sculpted physique felt incredible as I ran my fingers softly across ripped muscles, grinding my legs together for whatever friction I might create on a desperately wanton cunt.

“I see you’ve shaved your pussy recently Hannah.”

“You shaved too Claude.”

“I always do. I think ladies prefer it.”

“I’d like to suck your cock, if I may?”

I was cleaning his massive, veiny shaft with soap and bare hands, barely able to encircle it with two. Claude looked like a boyfriend, with doe-like eyes tracing loving lines all over me.

“We could both do that together, if you’d like? I am a gentle pussy licker.”

“How could we do that in here?”

“I could easily lift and turn you upside down, lick your pussy while you dine on my cock.”

“Oh, fucking hell Claude please do it. While inside there whisper in French, because it’ll probably get me pregnant.”

He flipped me upside down as though I were a rag doll. My upper thighs leaned on his shoulders while my heels and toes faced back towards my ass. He cupped my thighs and ass cheeks, holding my pussy to his mouth, already licking me expertly.

My hair swayed almost to the white marble floor, while I ran my hands down Claude’s thighs, steadying myself. When I sucked his cut cock, the pungent, salty aroma of a stallion man exploded in my mouth, spreading quickly down a choking throat as I forced my face onto his shaft.

Claude sucked my pussy lips deep inside his mouth, rinsing and cleaning off the copious hormonal cream, proliferating there. He hadn’t wanted to wash me, didn’t and took the full load of my half hour long arousal, swallowing me like I was the finest Creme Brûlée.

I was already lost in a hedonistic cloud of explosions, colorful sparkles and firecrackers. My body followed a mind lost in taboo, with a pre-marriage style orgasm brewing like tropical storm Alfred far out at sea. Claude’s cock was exquisite, no longer or thicker than I needed, but its ebony tones, veiny ridges and a slight banana curve made me desperate to fuck him forever.

I choked, drooling saliva that swept away on the water sluicing down a small drain beneath me. I wanted more and pushed my lips harder along his cock shaft until both kissed a hair free pubic bone and Claude was finally fucking my face.

When his lips closed tightly around my slimy clitoris and he sucked hard while his tongue lashed across the tip like a flogger searing someone’s ass cheeks, I felt two more hands join the party.

Oliver clawed my ass cheeks apart, gripping the skin immediately around my pink sphincter. When his tongue wriggled inside my asshole, a first for me, I felt wild and shuddered to a hurricane orgasm, screaming my joy in the most disgraceful way.

They licked and sucked my holes, fueling the most disgusting thoughts of an impending three day defilement, developing ideas for more fun yet to come with four guys, then a girl.

I orgasmed again, this time with Claude dragging my clitoris from side to side under considerable tongue power while Oliver slid two fingers inside my cunt, still licking my back passage.

When Oliver hooked his fingers forward while plunging his tongue deep inside my rectum, he found the rough patch of skin inside my cunt that sealed my fate.

With Claude sucking one end of my clitoris and Oliver rubbing the Grafenberg Spot inside my pussy at the other, while licking a nerve cluster just inside my anal whorl, I exploded like never before.

I must have squirted a bladder full of unicorn pee, but neither fuck buddy mentioned it later. They feasted on my holes, swallowing the juices that weren’t sluiced away in a torrential downpour from a rain shower head above.

When Claude righted me gently, I turned and kissed Oliver, passed reverently from one lover to the other and as though I’d been much enjoyed.

“That was fucking amazing.”

“Yeah I agree, Hannah.”

They passed me towels after we bathed and it honestly felt as though I were on honeymoon with two loving husbands. I dried off quickly but not as fast as them, enjoying their appreciative glances from the bed where they lay patiently with two gorgeous and erect cocks pointing towards the ceiling.

When I crawled onto the bed, Claude hopped off, clearly having decided he would fuck my pussy first. Oliver passed me a pillow, pointing to my midriff, and I stuffed it there before he shuffled his cock underneath my mouth.

When I peeled back Oliver’s foreskin, a heavy layer of pre-cum beckoned my tongue. I shunted myself around gently, pointing a drenched slit high as though begging for cock. As I sucked hard on one shaft, the other slid balls deep inside me with no messing around, stretching my cunt walls much wider than my husband ever could.

I gasped, drooled and sucked, gripping the base of Oliver’s cock enough to hold back his foreskin and point it down my throat. Claude’s powerful fingers held my waist in a vice like grip between two shovel sized hands as he withdrew, then slid that fabulous cock deep inside me.

Once I rammed my face all the way down Olivers’ shaft, kissing the shaven groin area when I took him all, he gripped my head and began fucking me wildly. I’d asked Jess for a savage face fucking and he gave me that superbly but always safely.

Oliver wrapped my hair around his hand for leverage while ramming his shaft down my throat until I choked desperately. He fucked me with his swollen glans while the bottom inch of his shaft slid in and out between my lips.

Claude knew his buddy would empty his seed down my throat, so he picked up the pace, fucking my hole harder than anyone ever had. He pounded me, etching his cock shape on soft tissue pussy walls that were desperately clenching and squeezing back, milking him.

When Oliver shot his first load down my throat, I gagged, retched, swilled and swallowed like a whore. The next rope of hot semen was manageable but I scared myself when a desperate woman inside me begged for Claude to impregnate the tiny egg hiding in my ovaries while I was ovulating.

Claude shot his load inside my pussy like a warm ocean of primal baby making seed. I really wanted him so badly, but knew Jess would be furious if I started something with a fuck buddy.

Fuck… maybe one day slut.

I felt as though two men collapsing on my hotel room bed was a massive achievement especially since both were moaning in joy. Claude desperately sought a cuddle while his friend brought tissues to clean the semen from my defiled pussy.

We kissed, and when Oliver joined us I kissed him too, staring over a shoulder, smiling as the movie final credits rolled.