tagGroup SexGrim Fairy Tales Ch. 01

Grim Fairy Tales Ch. 01

byDocCIS©

Author's Note: This story is a bit different than some of my others, not having any long-winded plot and only written in a day. It is merely a short (for me at least) spank story. Some may like it, some may not. It is merely a hot wife type story and a cuckold, so if you do not enjoy such things, move on...

Prologue

My wife is extremely beautiful and sexy. I know every story here starts off that way, but imagine Ashley Benson with a 35C-23-32 athletic figure—and not afraid to show it off. When she was in college, Jessica was a wild child, the word 'promiscuous' not even coming close to how she described herself, but I did not know her then. I never pried into her past, merely happy a girl as gorgeous as her could fall for a guy like me. I knew she had slept with other men, she had even hinted the numbers being more than I could possibly guess, but again, although my curiosity was piqued, I decided to let the past be the past, happy she ended up with somebody like myself.

It is not that I was not a good catch. Professionally I am currently in my mid-forties and the youngest senior partner at a prestigious law firm dealing in corporate law, making almost seven figures. Our practice primarily specializes in mergers and acquisitions—our lawyers and legal representatives being the intermediaries to verify both sides are treated equitably.

Due to the time involved in such actions, I have spent more than my share of time at the office, traveling, and in general, having to leave my wife alone. Work has obviously impacted our sex life, although my wife has never complained. She always states she is happy with the attention she receives; little did I know it was not necessarily attention I was giving her, but that she received from others. I state this not to condone her actions, but to admit I may have had a role in what has happened through the years.

Job well-in-hand, I am an average guy, not necessarily in the best of shape—being stocky with a minor beer belly and slightly premature grey hair—but I am not ugly either. I could get a more svelte figure by spending my spare time working out like some of the other partners; however, as I spend enough time at the job, I do not need to neglect my gorgeous wife any more than she already has been.

I had originally gotten into the firm through a couple of buddies I knew from law school. At the time of my application and interviewing process, I did not know they had gone to undergraduate school with Jess, so knew nothing of them knowing each other. In fact, several of the partners had gone to the same college with her as well, and I now know that had played a big part in me being hired, but I get ahead of myself.

I had met most of my buddies during law school at Columbia, and it was during that time I met Jessica and we fell in love. As I look back on it, even had I realized several of my friends had gone to the same school as her, Northwestern was a large university and I could not imagine the chances of them meeting. Having gone to the local Community College where I did not know many people, It was unlikely for them to have been acquainted at a university the size of Northwestern, so I had no awareness of anybody knowing my wife—socially or physically.

That they did know her shows what a small world it is, as our practice in New York is a far cry from Illinois, having lawyers from all over the world working at the firm.

But I digress. In brief terms, I have found out my wife is a slut, that I am a cuckold. She is not a slut in the sense of 'hangs out in bars and picks up men' or even the homebody who fucks the neighbor or delivery man. My wife remains faithful for years between her transgressions, but like a recurring alcoholic, goes on binges once in a rare moon where she completely lets down her hair—or panties as the case may be.

Jessica has always had a large libido and was very open with her sexuality. I had mentioned how in undergraduate school she was quite the deviant, but again, never pried into her past. I knew she had gotten around a bit, but had never thought it would interfere with our marriage.

The stories I am about to relate I have learned over several years. In some cases I found out purely by accident, in others, I was told directly. My wife is not aware of my knowledge of what happened, as you'll see, I am a bit in turmoil as to what to do. In some ways I am excited at other men finding her so irresistible and sexy, while in other ways I feel betrayed. Some men would have kicked her out long ago, but I am in love with her, and she is in love with me. I have come to grips with the knowledge that for her it is purely a physical thing, and once it happens, she does not stray for a considerable time. Judge my how you will, I hope you see my view as I relate these happenings.

The first incident I discovered occurred almost fifteen years ago, so at the time, I did not know if it was a one-time occurrence or something that had been going on for years. I had been married to Jessica for several years and was up for a possible junior position in the firm...

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Chapter 01 -- Snow White and the Seven Dwarves

It was a Memorial Weekend Saturday—one of the few weekends I had off, and Jessica was getting ready to head to a bachelorette party held out of town. One of her old girlfriends from Northwestern was getting married and Jessica was going to spend the three-day weekend with her and several other girls she knew.

Jess came downstairs as I was going over my 'Honey Do List' for the weekend, determining where to start. The sound of her dragging her suitcase behind her brought my attention up and I could only stare at my lovely wife. Jessica always dressed provocatively, showing off her body to maximum potential and today was no different.

As she stood in the kitchen getting a cup of coffee, I could only stare at her with desire. Today she was wearing something of a cowgirl motif—a plaid shirt tied at her waist with tight jean shorts and ankle-high cowboy boots. The lower parts of her ass cheeks seemed to be struggling to come out the bottom of her shorts, the frayed edges doing more to draw your eyes to her ass than anything else.

Turning around as she sipped her coffee, I saw she was wearing a tight white tank sports bra beneath the opened plaid shirt, a good indication of her not wearing a bra, as the sports bra held her breasts nicely, her fleshy mounds pushed up and out and showing off her cleavage.

The cowboy boots accentuated Jess' tight long legs as I noticed her wearing a large purple Wildcats belt buckle, the color matching the purple and red plaid of her shirt.

"Are you sure you'll be alright for the weekend?" my lovely wife asked.

I smiled. "You are only going to be gone for a couple of days; it's not like I haven't fended for myself before," I laughed with her. "Besides, you've given me enough to do that I'll be headed to the office Tuesday morning just to get away from the chores," I laughed holding up the note as she smiled at me in return.

"It's nothing you haven't said you would do already," she mockingly told me as I held my hands up in surrender.

Jess moved towards me and I wrapped my arms around her, feeling the firm smooth skin of her bare waist. While my body may have gotten out of shape working a desk job for so long, Jess had kept her athletic build, working out at the gym, jogging, and generally keeping herself occupied aerobically while I worked to bring home the proverbial bacon.

I looked at the suitcase—the largest we owned—and asked, "You sure you got everything packed? You're going to be gone for three days, maybe you should take two suitcases," I grinned.

Jessica laughed as she playfully slapped me. "You know I don't know what to wear until the mood hits me," she said with some exasperation. "And I don't know what the girls are planning. I have everything from demure married spinster to sleazy party girl in that bag," she teased.

I pulled her closer, grinding my hips into her ass as I said into her hair, "And what might you do in your sleazy party girl clothes?" I asked seductively, my slowly hardening cock pressing into her ass.

We both smiled, me having confided once to a fantasy of her pretending to be the slutty promiscuous wife. I knew Jess loved me and had always been true, but the fantasy worked for both of us as she playfully said, "Well, if I come home completely worn out, you'll know what happened," she joked.

I smiled, knowing she was playing the game. I enjoyed the looks other men gave my wife, proud of having such a beautiful woman to come home to each night and who waited for me. Although work had interfered with our sex life, when we were together we never failed to satisfy each other. Jessica's libido may have been more aggressive than mine, but we made do with what we had.

I gave her a firm kiss, my hands again sliding across the smooth skin of her waist as I nudged her towards the door. "Go, before I change my mind and keep you here all weekend to myself," I chuckled as she playfully swayed her hips out the door.

A few minutes later I heard the Mercedes' engine fire up, smiling as I realized she was taking the convertible. Jess always was in a playful mood when she drove that car, saying the 300-plus horsepower got her hotter than being surrounded by a bunch of hunky guys. She had over a three-hour drive to Washington, so would have plenty of time to let the horsepower rev her up!

I tuned back to my 'Honey Do List,' deciding upon the garage as the first item to tackle. We had moved and renovated the house since we had been married, so there were quite a few boxes of both mine and Jess' that needed to be dug through. The decision on what was junk versus something to keep had been given to me, my wife granting me permission to throw out anything of hers I deemed unnecessary, saying she trusted me with everything she owned.

I started out with my own boxes, as it would be easier to recognize the wheat from the chafe so-to-speak. Even going through my old trophies, certificates, books, and various knickknacks I had gathered over the years it took most of the day. The worst part was the stacks of papers I had accumulated. Thankfully I had a somewhat organized system back in the day, so was able to discern what should be sent to the recycler versus keeping a few more years in storage.

By the time I hit Jess' side of the garage I had four Hefty garbage bags full of crap to throw out, another two with recyclable paper, and another of things I was still in a quandary whether or not to get rid of.

To take my mind off my junk, I began working on Jess' boxes.

Jess had always been more technologically ahead of me, so many of her documents had already been converted to CD's. Unfortunately, beyond backing up her documents, her organizational skills fell short. She rarely labeled the CD's, so I took a brief respite to get my laptop in order to start digging through the contents of to determine what to keep and what not to.

Although Jessica's method conserved space, it took twice as long to go through each CD. First, I did not know what each file was without opening each and every document, as her naming system was something less than normal, so it took time to go through file-by-file on each CD more thoroughly than mine. Secondly, whereas I could scan my papers and quickly decide whether to keep them or not, looking at each file mean I had to wait for each to open. With the responsibility of throwing away something important, I paid close attention to what the files contained. Even one important document meant I had to keep a CD, so it was late in the evening by the time I was through most of the first box. I had finally moved from CD's to DVD's, coming across documents that were now dated after 1995.

I had just gone through over 3 GB of random bills scanned during the time Jess and I had married when I came across another blank DVD, no different than any of the other dozen I had already reviewed.

If I had known then what I would find, I wonder if I would have looked at it; however, at the time, I merely inserted it into my laptop.

What surprised me first was Windows Media player coming up instead of a simple Windows Explorer file list. Before I clicked the 'Play' link, I opened up Explorer and saw the file was an actual WMV file labeled 'Halloween.' I noticed the date was 11/10/1996 and wondered what it was as I looked at the date.

I realized it was the Halloween the year I had become a junior partner in the firm. I had been an associate for several years and it was rumored a new position was opening for a junior partner, so every associate in the firm had been jockeying for the spot. Although atypical, at our firm the other junior partners voted upon the potential junior candidates, the senior partners believing it was good practice for them to know the process and select a suitable candidate.

I had high hopes for the position, as I was friends with four of the eight Junior Partners; however, friendship did not necessarily mean anything, as Jason Melvin, one of my closest friends had explained.

"There's just too much competition James," he had told me. "And we can't show favoritism. The Big Three (our term for the Senior Partners) are gauging our own reasons for selection. Hell, we're up for possible promotion ourselves," he told me.

I told him it was fine, what would be would be as he told me I was definitely a candidate, but they had to take several things into consideration. "All seven of us Junior Partners need to be on the same page, and although four of us are in favor of you, something needs to happen to sway the other four," he told me.

I told him he was in a better position to know what to do to please the other partners, leaving it into his hands. All I could do was work my ass off and hope that impressed them.

It was a good time for making that impression I recalled, as it was the time of the big telecom explosions. I had been assigned to be on the team for the Bell Atlantic/Nynex merger, so it was understandable my name was in the spotlight. As such, I had pulled extra-long hours at the office in the evenings as well as weekends to show everybody I was willing to get the job completed.

I then remembered I had been out of town that Halloween, convincing Jess to attend the party alone to show herself to some of the partners and their spouses in order to get to know us. It was iffy whether I would get elected to Junior Partner, but if both of us did not appear at the Halloween party would definitely be noted. It would also be noted that even though I was out working, my wife was willing to socialize with everybody and place the firm as a priority.

I again looked at the file on the screen wondering what it was doing in Jess' office supplies, finally clicking the Play link to see what it was.

I expected a home movie-like video showing various people at the party, so was confused when the image faded into a hotel suite, the bed in the main screen, an open bathroom directly across from it. I wondered what the hell the video was showing as over a minute went by before something happened.

Over the laptop speakers I heard a door opening and closing as a woman giggled.

To my surprise, Jess walked into the room, closely followed by Jason, my best friend at the law firm. Jess' hair was a shiny black and in curly waves around her head and I remembered her dying it for the costume.

Jess looked around the room, her voice coming clear over the speakers. "This room is nice!" I heard her say.

"Not as nice as you look," Jason said to her, to which she once again giggled in response.

My eyes widened in surprise as Jason moved up behind my wife, encircling her with his arms and pressing his pelvis against her ass!

"What the fuck?" I muttered as I stared at the video.

Jess giggled in response, turning in Jason's arms. I watched in horrid fascination as my wife of several years put her arms around my best friend's neck and started French kissing him!

"What. The. Fuck." I said again to the empty garage as Jason and Jess both groaned on the screen, pressing their bodies against each other.

I watched in shock as Jason moved his hands down her back to cup Jess' firm ass as their mouths assaulted each other, their moans of arousal clear on the laptop speakers.

Finally they broke apart and Jess once again giggled. "Watch it Mr. Melvin, I am a happily married woman," she told him, a slight slur to her speech indicating she probably had a few drinks.

I mentally sighed in relief as I could forgive a kiss, thankful Jess had returned to her senses.

"That only makes you more desirable," Jason told her to my surprise, pulling her body against his once again.

Jess merely grinned up at him as she looked around the room. I realized the camera must have been hidden, as she made no mention of it.

My mind was spinning a thousand miles a minute as I remembered the party being held at the Ritz Carlton. I also recalled many people—including Jess—booking rooms so they could drink without worrying about getting home as I wondered if this were her room.

I also remembered Jason saying he would meet Jess at the hotel bar. Based upon Jason and Jess' actions, I knew they had already had several drinks.

As Jason lowered his head to Jess' neck, I paused the video. I was afraid to continue watching, hoping for the best as I slowly recalled that time.

It had been October and the merger I was overseeing was coming along nicely when the office voted for a Halloween party. I was stressed about the merger, so to help relieve some of that stress in anticipation towards the party Jessica had told me I could pick out her costume, and that she was willing to wear whatever I wanted.

I had looked around for almost two weeks until I found a costume for her—a Snow White costume exactly like the Disney cartoon. The skirt was a long flowing silken yellow gown with a blue peasant's top. The top had 'poofy' shoulders, but was snug in front. Imagining Jess' 35C breasts pressed tightly into the blouse had given me a hard-on.

Although I had not show Jess the costume, I did tell her I was dressing her up as Snow White. I recall the conversation as she smiled, asking where I was going to find seven dwarves to keep her happy. I remember laughing, telling her I would be going as Prince Charming, so she did not need the seven dwarves. We had both laughed at the role-play.

Back then my mind was more on the Bell Atlantic/Nynex merger than anything else, and before I was aware, the time of the Halloween party was upon us. Unfortunately, I had inadvertently scheduled an important meeting with the executives of both companies for that whole weekend! As such, I would not be around for the Halloween party.

I confessed my mix-up to Jess and she stated she would just not go to the party; however, I told her she needed to get to know some of the partners. "If I finally get selected as Junior Partner, people need to know who you are. The Junior and Senior staff have quite a few people to choose, so you need to be known," I explained to her.

My company valued the work-life balance and them knowing I was out of town working and Jessica showing up at the party make a good impression. I remembered when I had applied for the position they had actually interviewed Jessica as well, to make sure she understood the commitments involved in me working at the firm. They did not want their lawyers' minds on an unhappy home life or divorce proceedings in the middle of a big job, so it was quite understandable for their policy.

Although reluctant, Jess finally agreed she would attend the party.

The next obstacle I had was figuring out how to get her costume. I had rented it at one of the Halloween stores near my office, figuring I could pick it up after work and it would be convenient to drop it off the following Monday morning. Although Jess could have driven to get the costume, the Halloween party was being held on the other end of town. As the costume would not be ready until late Friday of the party, it would take way too long for her to pick it up herself. She would have had to drive an hour to get into town and get the costume, then another hour back home, and a third hour to the party, which would then already be in full swing. Our original plan had been for me to meet her at the hotel, thereby saving over two hours of travel.

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