Pig

Many thanks to waterfallminnie for all the hard work in editing and improving this story from a previous version.




"I don't understand," said Lori. "You get excited by thinking about watching me have sex with someone else, but you would be devastated if it ever happened."

"I didn't say it made sense," said Edwin.

They were covered with sweat and lying next to each other after one of their athletic lovemaking sessions. Even though they were exhausted and knew they were finished for the night, they both didn't want to give up yet. Whenever this happened, they found that they could often continue the excitement for a while with conversation, or as they called it, verbal intercourse.

"At least try to explain it a little," she said.

"OK," he said. "For men, the visual is a big part of sex. That's what makes us sniff around women in the first place. When I'm making love to you, I love to see as much of us as I can. That's why I love doggy style. You don't like it, because intimacy is important for women, and you want me face to face with you and are turned off when I'm behind you, unless we're spooning and our faces are close.

"So if I watched you with another man, I could see everything in every position. I could watch him pull your cheeks apart and see your ass spasming when you came. I could see him sliding in and out of you with your juices covering his penis. I imagine his penis opening you up, so I would see your pussy being pulled wide as he came out of you and then snapping back. I would see your face getting red and watch your tongue as you pant like a bitch in heat. I would see your beautiful big breasts flopping like crazy as he pounded you."

"Wow!" she said. "That's really vivid! Even though I can't relate to any of that, I can feel how much you want it. So then why would you be devastated?"

"Because in order for that to happen, I would have to be a cuckold," he said. "I would have so little respect for myself that I would let another man have sex with you while I watched. I would be totally humiliated, but I couldn't blame you or him. I would be disgusted with myself and hate myself for being less than a man."

"You are so complicated, Edwin," she said. "I am so satisfied with our sex life that I can't even imagine why you wouldn't be."

"Don't take this the wrong way, Lori," he said. "I'm just sharing some of my crazy thoughts. I love our sex life, too."

"But that's not what this is about," she said. "To me, whether it's sex, food, money or almost anything, it's the same. When someone has nearly everything he or she wants and still isn't satisfied, that person's a pig. A pig is greedy. A pig always wants more. A pig is never satisfied."

"Are you calling me a pig?" he asked.

"I don't know," she said. "You tell me. You married a woman who loves sex almost as much as you do. Isn't that rare with women and men? How often do I turn you down? You know I have to be really exhausted or sick.

"I give you oral all the time, and even though you know I hate the smell and taste of come and ask you to pull it out before you come, I put up with your accidents. I don't make a big deal out of them, even though I sometimes gag or have to run to the bathroom to throw up.

"Maybe you miss seeing my vagina stretched by a penis, but you have no complaints about how it feels, because I envelop you with my warm, moist muscles and do things to you that most women can't, simply because I've taken the trouble to learn how.

"And I even give you anal, and not just once a year. You think it should be more often and you sulk when I won't give in. But you know I don't enjoy it. Apart from the physical discomfort, in my mind, I've never gotten over the feeling of being degraded when you're doing it to me.

"You have lucky genes. I know you're sensitive about your slim penis, but you don't realize how fortunate you are. Some of my friends have problems with their husbands and boyfriends. When I take you in my rear, it's still plenty uncomfortable, but there isn't the tremendous pain my friends have complained about. So I do it for you. Just ask any of your buddies how often they get it, or if they get it at all.

"You're in a situation that probably every guy you know would love to be in. So are you a pig? When you have almost the perfect sex partner, do you still want more? You tell me."

"You make an interesting point, Lori," he said, "but I told you, a man's dick has no feeling for what is right and fair or what is enough or too much. I can't help fantasizing stuff. But if it bothers you, I can stop telling you about my fantasies."

"No, Edwin," she said, "You don't have to do that. I don't care how disgusting and piggish they are. As long as they are just fantasies, they may puzzle me, but they don't upset me."



"Hi Judy," said Lori as she swept through the glass door into Edwin's outer office.

There was no answer from his secretary for a second, as she looked up from her work, but Lori saw a look of terror cross her face for a moment before she smiled. It was a strange smile.

"I'm Lori, Edwin's wife," she said. "I know I haven't been here in a while, but I'm sure you remember me. I'm sorry to be so rude, but I'm in a rush."

"Oh, I know you, Mrs. Simmons," said Judy in a strange voice. "I'm sorry. You startled me."

"Is Edwin in his office?" asked Lori.

"Uh, no, that is, I don't think so," said Judy. She was trying to sound pleasant and relaxed, but Lori could see she was tense.

"You don't know?"

"Uh, I was in the restroom, and then I had some work," said Judy. "He hasn't called me in. He could be in a meeting somewhere."

"Then I'll just drop these tiles off on his desk so he can look at them and call me later," said Lori walking toward the door. She tried to turn the handle, but it was locked. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Judy jump up and come toward her. "Don't bother, Judy," she said. "I have a key Edwin gave me a long time ago. Yes, here it is.

"No, Mrs. Simmons, don't -- " said Judy in a panicked voice, but she stopped as she saw Lori open the door and stride into the room with her heavy bundle.

Lori walked a few steps before she saw him. Edwin was sitting behind his desk but shifting around in his chair. He saw her and his face changed. He was staring at her in shock. She saw his face was red. He was trying to speak, but no words came out.

"I thought you were in a ---," Lori said, and then she stopped. Something was wrong in the room. Now she realized that his secretary had been frightened when she arrived and wasn't trying to open the door for her, but trying to keep her away from the door. And whatever had frightened his secretary was also frightening her husband. His red face was quickly turning pale.

She looked around, but she didn't see anything. It was just his office, with the desk he was sitting behind, a small conference table, a couch, some chairs and some shelves filled with books and memorabilia. It didn't look different than the last time she had been there five years ago.

As she turned her head back to her husband, who had stopped squirming and was now starting to look more normal, she saw it. It was a little flash of red. Something red had just moved so slightly that it was barely perceptible but she saw it out of the corner of her eye, and she realized that the red was moving in a place where there shouldn't have been any red or any movement. She took a step toward Edwin's desk, and the red was gone.

But then she took a step back and bent down. It was there, barely visible below the desk's modesty panel. Now she could see the red clearly. It was a red pair of women's shoes, and there were feet in them.

Her jaw dropped, and her eyes opened wide. She slowly straightened and stood frozen for an instant looking at Edwin with astonishment. He opened his mouth to speak, but all he could say was, "Lori," before she dropped the tiles on the floor, turned and ran out of his office.

He called her at home throughout the afternoon, but she didn't answer. He wondered if she would be there when he came home. She was, but she wasn't talking to him. They made it through dinner without exchanging more than a few sentences. When she said, "Would you like more potatoes?" he expected her to start stuffing potatoes down his throat until he stopped breathing. But she didn't.

Once he asked her if he could explain something, but she screamed at him, "Shut up, Edwin! Just don't say anything." After that, he didn't attempt any conversation.

It was like that for two days in the morning and the evening. They slept in the same bed, but it felt to him like she was sleeping in another country. The next day was Saturday, and when he walked in the kitchen, she looked the same way as she had the last two days. Her eyes were red and puffy, and her face was pale. She brought some coffee to him and then sat down facing him.

"Your secretary knew, and that means every woman at the office knew," she said. "Didn't you ever think about how your employee could decide to blackmail you or sue you for harassment, and how that could end your career and ruin our lives even more than you've already done?"

"She's not my employee," said Edwin. "She's my boss. It started with her harassing me six months ago, demanding I give her oral in her office. I thought about telling you, but I knew you'd want me to quit, and the way things are, I knew I wouldn't be able to find something that paid this well. She knew it, too.

"She was the one worried about harassment, so she started coming to my office and insisting on blowing me after I ate her out. She made sure my secretary found out, so everybody would think our thing was something mutual."

"So you're saying, you've submitted to her blowjobs for me," said Lori. "You hated every minute of them, and were just trying to protect me by not telling me anything about it. You lying pig."

"No, Lori," he said, "I won't try to fool you. Her blowjobs weren't a hardship for me. I enjoyed them, and I gloated when I would think about the fact that in this economy, I could keep a lock on my job by giving her head and enjoying her blowjobs. And it was even exciting to keep them a secret from you. There. I've told you the whole truth. And I know it was wrong and a betrayal of our marriage, and I'm really sorry, and I hope that as much as I dishonored you, you won't kick me out, although you have every right to. I know you don't trust me anymore, but if you'll give me a second chance, I promise it will never happen again. I'll show you how much I love you and try to win back your trust."

"Every woman in that office knew what you were doing," she said. "When I would meet them at an office event, they were looking at me and thinking what a stupid, pitiful creature I was. You totally humiliated me in their eyes. I can't go on with you this way, but I don't know what to do. I should just divorce you and walk away, but for some reason I'm not thinking about that yet. I probably will, but I don't want to do it until I'm less emotional about this.

"All I know is I don't want to talk any more about this right now. I have to think, and if you want any chance at working this out, you've got to give me space and time. When I'm ready to talk, I'll let you know."

"OK," he said quietly.



Things started defrosting in two weeks. After a month, it seemed like their lives had returned to normal. Lori seemed to be the same as she had been before her discovery, including her sex drive. One night, he thanked her for giving him a second chance.

"I haven't given it to you yet," she said pleasantly. "You're going to have to earn it. You're probably thinking you got a free pass because I'm happy. But the reason I'm happy is because I'm working on something that you're going to have to do to pay for what you did to me. I'm excited about it because it's getting closer, and the closer it gets, the happier I am.

"It's going to be as surprising to you as what you did was surprising to me, and there are other things in common, too. But I will tell you this. You're not going to enjoy it, and that's an understatement. So you might want to start thinking about what we have and how much it's worth to you. Because I've made my decision, and you'll have to make yours. I don't think yours will be easy."

What she said already made him uneasy, but even though she said whatever she was working on was close, Lori didn't mention anything for nearly three more weeks. While he was waiting, he didn't enjoy himself with her as much anymore because he was wondering what she was planning. And whenever he noticed that she was smiling at him for no reason, a chill ran through his body.

She ended the suspense on a Monday night after dinner. "It's time to start talking about our future," she said. "I've done a lot of thinking and planning. The planning took much longer than I thought it would, but I wanted to make sure everything would be just right.

"Depending on what you decide, all the planning might go down the drain, but I don't regret a single minute that I spent on it, because doing it forced me to think about you and about us and made me understand just how much it hurt me to learn what a pig I had married and what it would take for me to continue to live with that pig."

The words hurt Edwin, but only slightly, because he was much more scared than hurt. What scared him was the tone of her voice. It was the same tone that she had used when they were talking about their day at the office or their plans for Saturday night. It was her normal, pleasant tone with not a tinge of anger, and it didn't fit at all with what she was saying. She sounded psychotic.

"Let's talk about costs first, Edwin," she said. "I had a free consultation with a top divorce attorney that one of my friends had used, so I can show you his estimate of what the process would cost. It's a lot, but he said our situation is fairly simple because we don't have children or complicated finances.

"My alternative plan would cost almost as much as the lawyers. You'll have until tomorrow night to decide between them, because if you decide on the second plan, I will need time to get it set up for Saturday morning. I'm not going to give you a lot of information tonight, only enough for you to be able to understand and decide. If you think I'm not being fair, I'm willing to listen, and maybe I'll make some adjustments, but I doubt it. I've gone over this enough times to know exactly what I want to do.

"On Friday night, we are going to spend the night at a hotel. After breakfast Saturday, we'll come back to the house. It will give Iris and Misty time to turn our bedroom into a movie studio. They're my friends who do wedding videos, and they also do private erotic videos for couples. But Saturday morning for three hours, they'll be shooting a hardcore porn video in our bedroom.

"It's not going to be mainstream porn. They will be recording me as I hurt and demean and humiliate you in horrible ways. The only thing I promise is that I don't intend for anything I do to damage you permanently, so I'll be careful. But I know that accidents can happen, and I thought about certain parts of the video script really hard. In the end, I decided that I would take chances -- like you did.

"I'm confident that any injury you suffer will heal in a month at most, but as you know, nothing is 100 per cent certain, so if you decide to go through with this, you need to think about that.

"So plan on three hours of hell. But there's more. After it's over, I'll explain a few things that are going to change around here. Since I feel that everything else we have together is almost ideal, most of our life will stay exactly the same. The only things that will be different will involve our sex lives. I didn't think that was a problem until you showed me that I had married a pig. So there will be some adjustments, and you're not going to like them.

"So you need to understand that even if you get through Saturday morning and recover, there will be ongoing things that you will hate. No, I'm not going to be checking on you at the office or on a business trip. I'm going to totally trust you again. But if you ever humiliate me again and I do find out, there will be only one choice for me: the lawyer.

"And I promise you that most of our sex life will be as good as it is now, and I hope that the two of us can continue to make it even better, like we've been doing. But occasionally it won't be good for you. You'll have to go through hell again, with plenty of degradation and humiliation -- like you will on Saturday morning, if that's what you agree to.

"So there you have the choices. The quick and painless one is the lawyer. The other one will last the rest of our marriage, which to me means the rest of our lives, because except for being a sex pig, you are my ideal husband, and I know you'll be a wonderful father to our children.

"Do you have any questions?"

"Yes, two," he said. "Can you give me at least a couple of examples of what you'll do to me on Saturday? And what if I back out at the last minute Saturday morning because I just can't go through with it?"

"I think you know the answer to both of those questions, Edwin," she said. "No, you won't get any more information from me. For the rest of the week, you can imagine the worst things I could possibly do to you. Maybe what I do won't be as bad, or maybe it will be worse.

"Are you going to brand me or castrate me?"

"Well, I guess we just found out what you think I'm capable of? Wow! First of all, those things are permanent. And secondly, I still love you. I'm not torturing a terrorist. No, I'm not going to do anything that insane to you.

"As for your second question, you're going to be able to back out on Saturday morning, right up until we get started. All it means is that the money I spend on my plan will be wasted, because we're going to have to spend money on lawyers anyway. But once we begin, your options are over. Here's one more thing to think about. I can promise you that during those three hours there will probably lots of times where you'll be wishing you went for the lawyers. I'm prepared for you to hate me for a long time afterwards while I work hard to make you think I was worth it.

"One more thing. To help keep your head clear, we're not going to have sex tonight or any time until Saturday morning. I think this is only the second time since we've been married that we've done that for five days in a row. You know the other time -- it was after I surprised you in your office. Also, if you agree to my plan, I'm going to be busy with preparations starting tomorrow night, and you won't see much of me. The rest of the week will give you just a preview of what a separation will be like. Even before the divorce, we will be completely through, and you'll never see or touch me again, I swear. It will be something to think about when you get nervous on Saturday morning.

"By the way, I've made an appointment with my lawyer for Wednesday morning. I told his secretary that I might cancel it at the last minute, and she said that wouldn't be a problem, because he's so booked up that another client will jump at the chance to get in earlier. So it won't cost us anything.

"What I'm saying is that you don't have the option of not giving me your decision by tomorrow night. If you don't say anything, I'm keeping the appointment. Any other questions?"

"No," he said in a soft, frightened voice that told her what his decision would be.



He was just as frightened when he entered their bedroom on Saturday morning. He blinked his eyes because the lights were bright as he looked around. Furniture had been moved to the corners of the room, and the bed had been pulled into the middle. It was brightly illuminated, and because all was dark around it, it seemed to be the only thing in the room. He saw cameras on tripods everywhere and her friends, Iris and Misty, were walking around making adjustments. They were dressed in bikinis and sneakers, and they looked hot.