Penny's Promiscuity Ch. 50: The End?

Both Pete and I were genuinely impressed.

The attacker turned out to be female and to live in a town less than an hour's drive from us. She worked in a hospital too and had been stalking several other authors for many months before making her move.

The week after she had damaged my car, she had attacked a vehicle belonging to another erotic author, this time a man, leaving similar spray-painted abuse. The man lived with his wife some three hours' drive from me which fell in a different Police region, so it had taken a few days for the two attacks to be linked.

The big difference was that in undertaking the second attack, she and her own car had been caught on CCTV, both arriving and leaving. From there it was the work of a few minutes to identify the woman concerned and an arrest followed soon afterwards.

The Victim Liaison Officer took over from then on, trying to help us cope with the emotional and psychological aspects of having had our privacy so badly invaded.

Though not allowed to know every detail, we were made privy to a great deal of the woman's story. Needless to say, it was a complicated one.

The more I learned, the more I thought about Pete and me and our extraordinary year.

The more I thought about us, the more I felt sorry for the poor woman concerned.

From what we were told, she was about ten years younger than me, was married and had two teenage children. Like Pete, her husband of twenty years had been a would-be cuckold and had worked hard on her self-esteem and resilience over a prolonged period to try and persuade her to have sex with other men.

As part of his campaign, he had used dating sites and internet chatrooms, along with a large number of erotic stories based on cuckolding and wife sharing to try and convince her that having sex with other men was normal, enjoyable and healthy.

Because they had been written by a woman with personal experience, my stories in particular had featured strongly in this campaign.

She had resisted for years, but eventually his persistence had broken her down and reluctantly, she had agreed to give the idea a try and sleep with her first other man. Not wanting to miss his chance, her husband had immediately signed her up on a few dating apps and, striking while the iron was still hot, had quickly chosen her first date.

The woman had been very reluctant at first but had finally agreed to go through with the plan. A few days later when date night arrived, her husband had got her half drunk at home, then taken her to meet the man in a hotel bar.

After a few more drinks and at her husband's continued urging, she had gone up to the man's room where she had reluctantly let him kiss, fondle, strip and finally fuck her on the king size bed.

She had felt sick and dirty throughout her experience and had cried copiously afterwards, but her husband had been elated, insisting that feeling confused was entirely natural, that all was fine with him and that it would be okay with her too if she just kept on trying.

After all, she had enjoyed it physically, hadn't she?

From then on, he had kept sustained pressure on his poor wife, making dates on her behalf and taking her to have sex with unfamiliar men in hotels, houses and apartments several times a month until eventually she had come to believe it was a normal way for married couples to live.

Once that deceit had been established as fact, she had started to relax into the lifestyle, get increasing pleasure from the new and varied sex that resulted, and to become more adventurous with her lovers.

This pleased her cuckolded husband even more, but soon even that wasn't enough for him.

As she became more used to being shared, he persuaded her to be more and more daring too; in her dress, in her choice of men and in her bedroom activities. This soon involved wearing short, sexy clothes on a daily basis rather than just for her dates, and to wear either tiny panties or even nothing underneath.

Though not at all sure about this escalation, she had trusted her husband and gone along with his fantasies.

But inevitably, even this proved inadequate for his needs and he persuaded her to start having sex bareback, telling her truthfully that it had been his biggest fantasy to eat a creampie from her vagina afterwards and how much better the sex would be for her without a latex barrier in the way.

The woman was either not very bright or else her husband had persuasive powers far beyond Pete's, because she agreed even to this extraordinary proposal and for a few crazy months had presented her husband with his number one fantasy of a semen filled vagina after every date.

The man was apparently on cloud nine but had to push for the last barrier; fucking without birth control assuring her that they would both get a massive thrill from knowing she was in real danger of conceiving.

Whether she was foolish or trusting enough to agree to this outrageous proposition, or whether her husband somehow interfered with her pills was not clear, but with a brutal predictability, nature took its course and she got both pregnant and a sexually transmitted disease.

Her periods had always been unreliable, so it took three months before they noticed they had stopped. By this time, her tummy was beginning to swell, and her vulva had become sore and itchy, as had her husband's cock and mouth.

The reality of this was finally enough to jolt him out of the dream world he had been living in, but instead of seeing how his selfish demands had precipitated the terrible situation he was in, he put all the blame on her.

After long courses of antibiotics for them both, he persuaded her to have an abortion which even more reluctantly, she agreed to.

From then on, her husband could only see his wife as soiled, damaged goods and was quite unable to hide the fact.

The guilt and shame of this were more than she could cope with. The poor woman had a breakdown and turned to alcohol. She and her husband separated, the children took his side rather than that of their unfaithful slut of a mother and worst of all, let their friends and family know the distorted version of what had happened which was all their father presented.

She ended up riddled with self-disgust, abandoned by her husband, children and friends, and with a pathological hatred of those she held responsible, including the authors of those stories that had been so instrumental in persuading her.

High up on that list was me.

When the Liaison Officer left for the last time, Pete and I were left alone in the kitchen. We had hardly spoken for the last two weeks; I was desperately hoping that with something like closure on this event, he and I might be able to re-establish at least some of the trust that had been so comprehensively shattered.

I was to be very disappointed.

Within minutes of the front door closing and the officer's car departing, I could tell that something both big and unpleasant was about to descend on me. In a desperate attempt to deny it, I tried to make light of the situation.

"Thank God that's all over," I sighed, smiling ruefully at my husband. "Perhaps now we can get back to normal."

Pete sighed as well, his body language telegraphing emotions I had seldom seen before.

"It's not all over, Penny. And things haven't been normal for a long time."

"I know, but now we have a chance to put it all behind us and..."

"I can't put it all behind me," he interrupted, the emotion in his voice building. "You've lied to me constantly for years. You were lying about all this..." He waved his hand in the general direction of my laptop. "All this... stuff long before you first cheated on me. How can I ever trust you again?"

"I'm so sorry," I pleaded. "I know it was wrong. I just..."

My words dried up.

"I accept I played a part in what happened. I told you I wanted you to sleep with other men, so when it actually happened, I accepted it - despite you having done it without talking to me first and with one of our closest friends."

I looked at him shame faced.

"I accepted you being fucked by two boys young enough to be our sons too. I accepted you being knocked up by one of them. I even accepted having to bring up another man's child though it's blindingly obvious to everyone Leanne isn't mine."

I looked helplessly at the man I loved as a terrible realisation sank into me.

"But all that was private. All that was within the walls of this house. Now everything is different. Now too many people know the truth; truths that even I didn't know until now."

He paused for breath.

"Sticking with you throughout the investigation has been one of the hardest, most humiliating things in my whole life. Having to pretend that I knew all about your secret life and was okay with it was really hard, especially when it was as much a shock to me as it was to them.

"Reading all those stories and messages you've been exchanging with all those men all over the world; knowing the sort of thing you've been saying to them and the detailed, intimate things you've enjoyed them saying to you and about you and about us..."

"There were women too..." I began but knew it was hopeless. Pete was on a roll and needed to finish.

"It's like finding out you've been cheating on me again, Penny. It's like it felt when you told me about fucking Tony, but this time with many more men and for much, much longer.

"You put us all at risk too. If it all gets out, I don't know how we'll be able to keep living in this town, let alone together. And God alone knows what the kids will think."

I felt so ashamed. But Pete still hadn't finished.

"It shocked me what you wrote too. I had no idea you were into some of those things."

"Some of it was just written for a particular market..." I began to explain.

"But a lot of it wasn't, Penny. A lot of it came from inside you. No-one could put that much feeling into those stories if she wasn't into that kind of scene herself. I'm not even going to ask how you got into some of those things and who with."

I thanked God; I would not have enjoyed that time if it had come.

"And what about our friends? You changed the names but there's no mistaking some of the characters. How much is true? Has all this sex been going on around me for years without my even guessing? I thought we were the only couple round here having issues. It seems I was wrong."

I couldn't think of anything more to say, and just waited for the axe to fall.

"I'm sorry Penny, truly I am but this is more than I can cope with right now."

"Pete please..."

"I don't think I can stay here," he said slowly and with great emotion.

I looked at him stunned.

"You've gone too far this time. I need some time and space to think things through."

"Pete..."

"I need some space to try and put a bit of perspective on this. I don't know when I'll be back. Please don't try and call me."

He turned in the doorway.

"It feels like I've been living with a stranger for a long time. Sometimes it's as if I never really knew you at all."

And with that he went upstairs. A few minutes later he came back down with a suitcase and, for the second time in our marriage, walked out of the door.

But this time I knew it was different.

***

"Fuck you! Fuck you!"

Pete's cock slammed into my gaping anus as violently as any cock had ever slammed into a woman's body, forcing me bodily up the bed on my knees until my face was rammed against the headboard and I could go no further.

"Take it! Take it like the cheating cunt you are!"

Pete's assault continued, his strong hands on my hips, his fingers digging deep into my flesh as he pulled me back onto his driving shaft over and over again.

'Slup! Slup! Slup Slup!'

My vulva red raw from our first excessively passionate copulation, he had wisely chosen to relieve his considerable anger and frustration in my rectum. By now well used to rear penetration, my sphincter had put up only token resistance before yielding completely to the invading phallus, opening wide both to aid my husband's passage and in sheer self-defence.

'Slup! Slup! Slup Slup!'

The room, already reeking of our combined juices, now took on the deeper, earthier aroma that the violent plundering of my bowels always produced.

"Oh God! Oh God! Fuck me! Hurt me! Hurt me Pete!"

My words along with the new, potent smell in his nostrils seemed to drive Pete to still greater efforts. He slammed himself even harder into me over and over again until I could feel friction burns forming on my face from the headboard's coarse padding, and a familiar numbness began to spread down my inner thighs.

I was being fucked. No, not just fucked, I was being hatefucked.

There was no love in it; no thought given to my pleasure.

But I expected none. I wanted none.

After the massive damage I had inflicted on our relationship, I deserved none. I had earned every cruel word, every fingertip bruise on my hips, every tiny, stinging tear in my anus that, after an assault as violent as this, the following morning would unquestionable reveal.

But even that might not be enough to repair the damage to my marriage.

'Slup! Slup! Slup Slup!'

'Fuck me Pete! Just fuck me! Hurt me!"

'Slup-Slup-Slup-Slup!'

'SLAP!'

Pete brought his right hand down hard on my right buttock. I was not expecting it; a bolt of pain shot through my body.

'SLAP!'

He did it again hard, then repeated it on the left hand side, even harder.

'Slup-Slup-Slup-Slup-SLAPPP!'

'Owwww!' I wailed

'Slup-Slup-Slup-Slup- SLAP-SLAP-SLAPPP!'

The shock of these blows was less but the pain much greater.

Then for a moment Pete's thrusts came to a halt. His cock was still buried deep inside me as he leaned over my back, and grabbed first my right arm, then my left, pulling them both behind me and holding them firmly by the wrists.

Suddenly unsupported and completely helpless, my face immediately fell to the pillow leaving my bottom sticking obscenely up, still impaled on my husband's cock.

Then his assault recommenced in earnest, Pete's body slamming into mine without mercy. My shoulders ached as he dragged my arms backwards, pulling my body firmly onto his cock with every powerful thrust.

SLUP! SLUP! SLUP! SLUP!

"Oh Jeeesssuuussss!" I wailed into the mattress.

The pain was mild compared with the humiliation, but I needed to feel both.

SLUP! SLUP! SLUP! SLUP!

"Cheating cunt! Cheating fucking CUNT!"

SLUP! SLUP! SLUP! SLUP!

My poor sphincter was already numb, but I knew it could not take much more of Pete's anger without suffering permanent damage. I could feel his pace increasing and silently prayed he would reach orgasm soon.

SLUP-SLUP-SLUP-SLUP!

"Fuck you Penny! Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!"

SLUP-SLUP-SLUP-SLUP-SLUP-SLUP-SLUP-SLUP!

"Please Pete. Please cum now!"

Tears were running down my cheeks as my husband lifted and tugged on my pinioned arms one last time.

"OoowwwwwWWWW!" I wailed again.

"Fuck you Penny I'm cummminnggg!"

And with that, relief finally came. Releasing my wrists, Pete grabbed my hips with both hands and in a final series of, violent thrusts began to ejaculate in my rectum.

Despite the numbness his fucking had produced in my sphincter, I could still feel the throbbing and pulsing of his erect cock inside me as it delivered its moist recent load of sperm-free semen into the place in my body that for many months had received it most.

We remained in that position for a long time, me face down, bottom raised, Pete's hands still on my hips as he softened within me. Both of us were panting for breath, both sweating, me at least stunned by the ferocity of what had just taken place.

Once his flaccid cock had slipped messily from my rectum, Pete rose to his feet then without a single word, went into the en suite bathroom. A moment later I heard the toilet flush and the shower begin to run.

I rolled onto my back and began to cry.

***

Pete had come home the following evening after only one night away. I didn't ask where he had been, and he didn't volunteer any explanation. There were long, meaningful talks well into the night, along with floods of tears, especially from me before he fucked me harder and more cruelly than he had ever done before.

There was still plenty of lust between us; the climax he reached was powerful and genuine. To my surprise, my own faked orgasm was rapidly overtaken by a real one too, making me shake wildly as the depths of my body were plumbed as hard and as deep as I could remember.

Pete hatefucked me brutally several more times in the next few days, leaving blemishes, bruises and bitemarks in many places.

I bore them all willingly; needing to feel pain, believing it to be nothing but my just desserts. But we both knew even then that no amount of sex, even of the highest passion and quality, was going to be enough to save our relationship.

For a few weeks we tried to make it work, but it was very soon obvious that we were wasting our time. The trust was gone, taking with it enough love to make our continued marriage impossible.

Pete soon began to work long hours again, and to come home too tired and too uninterested for much conversation, let alone the sex that, apart from Leanne, was all that seemed to be holding us together.

Sex as hard and physically demanding as this could never have lasted long anyway.

The decision to separate was mutual. Well, I didn't argue too much.

I stood in the window and watched Pete's car as it passed along the driveway that last time, two large suitcases on the back seat. The automatic gates opened, he drove through and they closed behind him, leaving me as alone as I could remember feeling.

My self-respect as low as it had ever been, I padded barefoot into the kitchen where an open wine bottle waited in the fridge. Despite the early hour, I poured myself a glass of the cold liquid, downed it in two gulps then refilled it to the top and wandered through to the lounge.

The place where less than two years ago it had all started.

Less than two years ago, Penny Barker PhD had been an outwardly normal, respectable middle-class wife. A mother and career scientist who had a secret but harmless side-line writing relatively innocuous erotic stories and a husband with a Hot Wife fantasy.

Then, unplanned, in that very room and on that very sofa, she had been seduced for the first time. A man who was not her husband had tempted her to cast fidelity aside, then fucked her senseless and set her on the path which had now led to her destruction.

I slumped on the sofa's arm and turned over the cushion.

It was still there; the small dark stain where my vow of fidelity had been so easily broken; the slight discolouration of the fabric which marked the spot where Tony's semen and my own copious juices had merged then oozed from my soiled body for the first time.

How often had I cheated on my husband since then, with or without his knowledge? There had been so many such occasions with my four lovers that counting them was impossible.

When Penny Barker did something, she did it thoroughly; infidelity included.

So, if this was the place the madness had started; was it to be where it all ended too?

Sitting there waiting for the infant cry which would inevitably come, demanding my immediate presence and the provision of sustenance from my tiny, inflamed breasts, the fun and excitement of being a Hot Wife had gone.

Deep down I knew that Pete would never return to the woman who had treated him so badly and brought him so much humiliation. There was a limit even to his forbearance.

I had to face facts, and most likely, face a future without him.

It would not be easy. With a feeling of dread, I saw myself as the world would soon see me: