Grim Fairy Tales Ch. 02byDocCIS©
Author's Note: This story is a bit different than some of my others, hopefully not having any long-winded plot and each chapter 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 a hot wife type story and a cuckold, so if you do not enjoy such things, move on... The Prologue is pretty much the same, so if you have read the previous submissions of this story, you can safely move to the main chapter section.
Grim Fairy Tales
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 describes 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, travelling, 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 looking guy, though 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 had no knowledge of them knowing her. As I learned over the years, several of the partners had gone to the same college and had crossed paths with her, and I now know that had played a big part in me being hired, but I get ahead of myself.
I 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, 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, the firm employing lawyers from all over the world.
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. She has not had a steady affair with anybody. In fact, 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 very open with her sexuality. I mentioned how she was quite the deviant in undergraduate school, 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, and 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 still 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 me how you will, I hope you see my view as I relate these happenings.
This second incident I discovered occurred around the same time as the first. As you will see, it was not similar to the first incident, so I was uncertain what to do about learning of it, eventually shrugging it off as being irrelevant. I had been married to Jessica for several years and had just been promoted to a junior partner in the firm...
Chapter 02 -- Cinderella and her Three Step-Sisters
Jessica came home Memorial Day evening from her visit with her girlfriends at a bachelorette party. Over the weekend I had cleaned out our garage of stuff gathered recently from moving and renovating our house, as well as completing a few other 'honey do' items Jess had given me on a list before she left.
I had also discovered a DVD with a video of my beautiful young wife having sex with all seven Junior Partners of my law firm.
How does one handle finding out his wife is a slut; has cheated on you; that you are a cuckold? The tape had occurred many many years ago at a time I was up for a promotion to Junior Partner at our law firm; at the time of finding I was already a Junior Partner for many years. At the time of writing these memoires I am a Senior Partner.
The incident when I found it had happened well over fifteen years ago, but for me, it was just yesterday.
Some men would have kicked her out. Some would have accosted her with the evidence, asking for a reason, an excuse—a simple 'Why?'
Me? As my wife came through the door in a short skirt and tank top, I took her hand and led her up to the bedroom where we had made love and fucked non-stop for several hours. I came five times with her having waves upon waves of multiple orgasms. I made love to her, I fucked her, and I relished every moment we were together.
As we lay in bed together, sweat covering our bodies and soaking the sheets—alone with other fluids—and both of us panting trying to catch our breaths, my wife looked over to me.
"Wow, what was THAT about?" she asked with a grin.
I looked at her, the woman of my life, with full knowledge of her infidelity those many years ago, and simply said, "I missed you."
Jess laughed as she stretched her body, her breasts taut as she arched her back. I leaned over and took a nipple into my mouth, her groan of pleasure filling the bedroom as I teased her more.
After a few minutes she pushed me away. "Wait a minute, is this some ruse to butter me up before you tell me you didn't do anything on the list?" she asked looking at me.
I smiled, answering, "Actually, I finished over half of the list," I said proudly.
Jess looked at me quizzically. "Even the garage?" she asked with obvious doubt.
I smiled, "Especially the garage," I exclaimed.
Jess smiled and leaned into me, giving me a deep, longing kiss as I felt my body respond, wondering if I could manage number six.
Over the long weekend I had many feelings. At first there was the usual sadness, anger, and betrayal; as well as humiliation, dishonesty, and so forth. But later on, I began to think about the twenty years we had spent together. I knew she had not been unfaithful the entire time or even any length of time. As far as I had proof, it had only happened once. There was a possibility it may have recurred, but I knew deep in my heart it was not an ongoing affair.
Jess' infidelity was not due to loving somebody else, but instead, it was for her love for me. As I contemplated what I should do that weekend when she got home, I had to admit our marriage has always been a good one. We rarely fought, and throughout the years, spent most nights together. There had never been any indication of our marriage having rough times.
I realized that I loved my wife, and based upon her actions—at least recently and not counting the video—Jessica loved me. She had slept with the partners of the firm for my advancement.
I had to look at things in a 'glass is half full' attitude, because anything less and I would be short-changing all the years and moments we had together.
So our lives went on, and in fact, if tonight was any indication, our sex life was even better because of what happened.
Tuesday morning I went to work. I did not know how to handle being around some of the men I knew who had slept with Jess.
Our company was also in the midst of merging with another firm—and yes, we all saw the humor in a law firm that handled mergers merging with another firm that handled mergers. As such, there were going to be six Senior Partners. That meant most of us Junior Partners had more on our minds assuming there would not be any elevation to Senior Partner for several years. There was still a chance of advancement though, as although the merger shared the same corporate name, profits, and whatnot, the two planned to remain fairly autonomous, the other firm being on the west coast managed by their original three Senior Partners.
With things at work heavy on my mind, my plan with my co-workers was similar to how I was treating Jessica, to move on and attempt the 'nothing happened' attitude. That being said, when lunchtime came and I was sitting at our usual table in the cafeteria with Jason, Greg, and a few of the other Junior Partners, I did not partake any conversation, remaining quiet as they all laughed and kidded normally.
The current topic of discussion was what everybody did this past weekend. Apparently two of them—both single—had gone out of town, hitting every strip club between here and Pittsburg. They were currently discussing each girl they saw dance or—in the case of four of the girls—received blowjobs or hand jobs.
"I'm telling you, this was the hottest stripper I had ever seen," Thomas Donovan, a new Junior Partner to the firm was saying. "And holy Christ did she give the most amazing hand job," he said.
Tom may have been single, but he was now engaged, his wedding planned in a couple more months. He knew this trip was going to be one of his last in his single-man's life.
Mostly ignoring them, I continued to eat, not interested as they each discussed the hottest stripper they each had ever seen over the years.
Because his voice was the loudest, I heard Jason state, "I bet she wasn't half as good or hot as that stripper we all knew at Northwestern."
The table got suddenly quiet, unusual enough that I looked up, seeing several of the guys looking at me.
I wondered what the hell they were looking at me for when it dawned on my he had stated 'as Northwestern,' a slight suspicion coming to me wondering if they he was talking about Jess.
"Shit, she had a body to kill for and could suck the paint off the wall," he said, resuming the conversation to break the silence.
"I don't know," Tom was saying, "this girl was the best I had ever been with," he laughed. "Except Julie of course," he finished, mentioning his fiancée's name.
"I seriously doubt that," Greg Johnson spoke up. "Hell, I remember this one fraternity party where we hired her and she did the whole house!" he laughed as I again noticed him and Jason glancing at me.
Where they talking about Jessica I wondered? They were seemingly having an inside joke at my expense, but I was uncertain.
I knew Jess had been a wild and willing girl during her undergraduate school, but had never pried into her past. I was content with letting the past stay in the past, not caring if she had been the school slut—which the guys may be hinting at—or the most innocent girl around.
Yet hearing them talk after seeing the video of my wife becoming a complete whore for them, I began to wonder. Jessica had never said anything about stripping during school, although again, I did not inquire. I knew of several girls even at my own school who had danced to pay their way through school, but stripping did not necessarily indicate a slut. The few girls I knew had actually been quite religious, yet still stripped for tuition.
The conversation moved on to a few other guys telling about their weekend when I once again noted silence.
Looking up, I saw everybody's face turned to me as I asked, "What?"
Paul Fleming laughed, repeating himself, "I said, what did you do this weekend?"
"Ah, he probably spent the entire time in the sack with that beautiful wife of his," Jason laughed.
I shook my head, again trying to push out the thought that this man who I had called best friend had also been 'in the sack' with my beautiful wife as I answered, "Actually, Jess had to go out of town to visit some girlfriends, so I stayed home and fixed up the house," I told them.
Greg made a whipping noise as his hand jerked forward and back in the imitation of a whip, saying, "Damn, if we knew you were bacheloring it for the weekend we would have planned to go out one night!" he said.
"Bah," Jason said in response. "Jim is so devoted to that wife of his he would have stayed home anyways. Let me guess," he asked looking at me, "she gave you a List?" he said with intent.
I smiled sheepishly as they all laughed.
The rest of the day, as well as the next several weeks, went on as usual. I never doubted Jess' love for me, and I slowly began to accept being around men who had slept with my wife. It was obviously difficult to keep out of my mind, but it had been almost fifteen years ago; there was nothing to be done about it. What happened had happened, and we all had to live with it.
Several weeks later I was home early while Jess was at an aerobics class. I had been watching the news while reviewing some papers on an up-and-coming merger between two oil companies in Saudi Arabia, when I was startled at the sudden ringing of the doorbell.
Answering the door, there was a young delivery man holding a small package.
"I have a package for a Mrs. Jessica Thomas?" the man asked me, reading the label.
"I'll take it," I told him, "I'm her husband."
The man pulled back from my extended hand saying, "I'm sorry sir, the package is addressed to Mrs. Thomas and only her authorized signature, she has to sign for it," he told me.
I looked at the man slightly exasperated as I said, "Look, I'm her husband, so I can sign for the package," I repeated.
"Husband or not sir, it is not our policy to allow alternate signatures when specifically stated," he told me as if reciting a manual; which was probably true, looking like he was new to his position.
I smiled at the man, "Let me guess, you're new?" I asked to his affirmative nod. "Well, I am a lawyer, and a husband can sign any document for their spouse and vice versa. In fact, it is a breach of jurisprudence to deny such a request," I bullshitted to him.
The idea of Jess getting a package was not unusual; however, requesting only her signature was something that piqued my curiosity. By default, any acceptable adult signature would typically be sufficient; that the sender specifically requested only Jessica's signature caused my curiosity to get the best of me.
"I don't know," the young kid—for that was what he really was—said.
"I'll tell you what," I told him good naturedly. "You can give me the package and simply move on. If anybody asks, it got lost and nobody is the wiser, but I'm sure you do not want to go to court over this," I told him, raising my right eyebrow.
I had no basis for my comments or threats, but the guy was starting to piss me off, and the idea of my wife getting a package specifically for her was again, unusual.
Visibly contemplating his life as a delivery person, the kid reluctantly handed me the package, turning around to go back to his truck as I closed the door.
The package was from Mary Johnson, Jess' girlfriend. The same girlfriend she had visited a few weeks ago for a bachelorette party and whose wedding we had attended the following week after Memorial Day. Jess had been the maid-of-honor, so I assumed the package was a bridesmaid's gift, which explained why it had been sent to my wife.
Not thinking any more about it, I set it on the bureau we usually put our mail upon and resumed what I had been doing in the living room; however, my mind began returning to the delivery guy's comments and how the package was only supposed to go to Jess.
Glancing back at the package on the foyer table, I noted it was a small thin cardboard box similar to the type you got when ordering movies. With the recent discovery of the other video, my curiosity won out as I stood up and walked over to the table.
It is funny how one event can change how you act on everything else the rest of your life. Had my wife not asked me to clean the garage and go through her own stuff, I would not have found the video of Jess and my co-workers having sex. If I had not found that this weekend, I would have left the package sitting on the table and given it to Jess without ever wondering what it was; however, that was no longer the case.
Immediately thoughts of what may have happened at the bachelorette party filled my mind. My wife had slept with my co-workers years ago for my promotion, what had she done with her girlfriends--girls who had known her in college?
I suddenly recalled the comments made over one lunch about the stripper at Northwestern who had slept around. The inference had obviously been focused on me, and although I had been trying to get the DVD I had found—now locked within my personal safe—out of my mind; however, there were still moments like this where doubt filled my mind.
Picking up the box, I saw it was simply sealed with a gummy adhesive, so gently pried open the lid. Inside was a DVD case and letter, which I pulled out and read, seeing it written by Mary:
Heya Bestest Girlfriend!
I wanted to thank you again for coming out and visiting for the party, as well as you and Jim coming to the wedding! I hope my marriage stands up to yours and I remain in love with Tim as much as you love Jim!
I've sent the video we took at the party. I did not know if you wanted Jim to see it, so made sure only you would be able to receive it—do with it what you will, none of the girls mind, but be sure to let us know so we never say anything we're not supposed to!
Regardless, I had fun, as I know did the other girls.
Don't be a stranger and call soon...I have lots of naughty girl stuff to tell you about the honeymoon...and my husband's newfound interest in all things anal! ;) ;) ;)
Hugs and kisses forever,
I almost put the contents back and reseal the package for Jess, but again, my curiosity was aroused. Looking at the clock, I calculated Jess not being due home for a couple hours—she usually stopped at the grocery store on the way home.
I had plenty of time to watch the tape.
I felt guilty—almost like I was cheating on her or something—as I took the box and DVD into my study, locking the door just in case Jess came home early.