Second Wife

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Creamer
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And then there were the two closed-circuit television cameras concealed in the ceiling. I could watch whatever my caged bird did in the privacy of her room.

But the diary -- that was insight straight from her mind. Priceless. If she was being truthful, then she really did plan on trying to literally suck me back into a relationship. And I was more than willing to let her try.

Because this was all a scheme I had cooked up. A scheme I controlled, and one that I had scripted. She was free to improvise, but I was the producer of this little drama.

I had agreed, when I had returned from Canada after the New Year, that I would allow Mary to move back into the house, into an unfinished section I had built after we separated. It was on the ground floor, off the kitchen, a ridiculously small maid's quarters that would add value to the home when I sold it. She had always been against the inconvenience of remodeling when we were together, so it had been among the first things I had done when she left. Now she lived there on a single twin bed. There was a bureau for clothes and a bookcase full of childcare books, and the tiny bathroom was packed with her supplies. Here she would stay until the baby was born, no more than a maid herself.

In exchange for this generous room and board, she had to keep the house clean -- and I was demanding. She also had to serve me sexually on demand. That might sound a little unusual for someone who was planning on divorcing his cheating whore of a wife, but since her infidelity and pregnancy, I had been outrageously horny. She could take care of it, or I could look elsewhere -- and this time of year, I was just too damn busy to look elsewhere. So I got her to suck me off, and I could even fuck her -- even if her increasing bulk made such things more and more difficult. I hadn't really taken advantage of my fucking rights since she came back -- it was too soon, yet. But I was more than happy to continue getting blowjobs from her, and I'd gotten about two a day in the weeks since she'd come back.

But I wasn't merely punishing her. I still wanted my divorce. I wanted it bad, and I would get it. And then, after a period of self-exploration, introspection, and fucking everything with a vagina, I wanted to find another wife. That was her bait. Mary might be able to come back to me and re-apply for the job, but as far as I was concerned she had to compete against all the other single ladies of our metropolis.

I planned on having a very active post-divorce sex life, before I settled down again, and I have to admit, I'm quite a catch. I was one of the top "bean counters" at my firm, an up-and coming accounting firm that had (thanks to me) just cracked our first big client. I had oodles of security, was good at my job, and had excellent prospects for early retirement. I'm not body-builder perfect, but I work out -- and while I was never particularly attractive, I was aging very nicely, thank you very much. Just because I'm a CPA doesn't mean I look like a nerd.

And the offers were already starting to pour in. Mary's little sister, Susan, was helping me sort them out -- that was part of the bargain, too. What Mary didn't know was that I had been fucking her little sister since Mary left. Susan was a fine piece of ass, a schoolteacher who didn't have much time for a relationship. I might have married her, if the sparks had been there. As it was I was happy to fuck her stupid every chance I got while she sorted through the social calendar and lined up prospective dates for me.

It was upon Susan's insistence that I had kept Mary in the running. When the time came to consider a second wife, Mary would have to be among my top choices -- if she could hang.

I mean, she had done me wrong, as wrong as a woman could. I couldn't just forgive and forget, not with that bastard baby in her belly. Even she could understand that. And the part of me that still loved her wanted her to at least try to win me back. I had even taken some clandestine steps to assist that process.

I had bribed her family priest (Mary comes from a good Catholic family, and she has always been pretty devout -- adultery notwithstanding) to suggest adoption and reconciliation -- by any means necessary. What Mary and I did was no sin in the eyes of the Lord -- we were married, after all, and according to Catholic doctrine we could never be truly divorced without a handwritten note from the Pope. So the priest encouraged her to do whatever I asked as penance for her behavior, and hope for better days. I have a lot of personal problems with the Church, but one has to admire their devotion to rules.

In the mean time I was more than happy to get my cock sucked every day. Usually twice a day. Mary had settled into a placid routine of waking me up with a hummer, fixing breakfast, getting me off to work, cleaning house, going to the market, fixing dinner, and then watching TV until I got home. Then another hummer, and maybe a third before I went to bed. Every man's domestic fantasy.

But it wouldn't stay that way. As pleasant and enjoyable as the daily oral sex was, I was still furious with her for the pain and grief she had caused me. I wasn't about to let her slide back into my life like nothing happened.

No, I was luring Mary into a false sense of security, and then I would hammer her with humiliations and degradations. She thought she could endure the full brunt of my wrath? I was eager to test that theory. She wanted penance? I would ensure more than a few Hail, Marys passed her lips. I didn't want to hurt the baby -- he was the innocent product of her disgrace, as much a victim as I -- but his mother would get the full, twisted fury that boiled in my gut at the sight of her cheating face.

But slowly. Painstakingly. Painfully. I wanted to milk this for as much as I could, and I had plans on how to do that. We would see if Mary's devotion was more potent than her endurance. And I looked forward to that.

It was the only thing that was keeping me going.

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nixroxnixroxover 2 years ago

1 star - ONCE&DONE - no second chances.

IF and a very slim chance of even considering a reconciliation, an abortion would be mandatory.

A legal separation would be mandatory, before considering any type of reconciliation.

Months of marriage counseling, plus years of trust rebuilding and it still might not be successful.

At least then, you might not have to live with a spouse who resents your very existence for the rest of your life.

jimjam69jimjam69over 4 years ago
Okay story

Pretty well done. Strange situation at best. At least Mary has a chance.

AnonymousAnonymousover 6 years ago
Becoming too nasty

'Bean Counter' was good writing, as is this in Ch1, but towards the end of the former Bill became overly obsessed with revenge and hurting Mary, and it went beyond. This has started off as more of the same. Revenge, revenge, revenge. It's become abuse, to me. I just want Bill to get his comeuppance, but sense that isn't going to happen. I've stopped reading (but the writing is still good).

AnonymousAnonymousover 8 years ago
Interesting beginning

Congrats. Interesting beginning. Five out of five. I actually liked this better than the first story in this series which was a bit over-the-top for my taste.

But you are clearly a talented writer. I hope this story shows more from Mary's POV as the first half of this chapter did. Cheers Steve

AnonymousAnonymousover 10 years ago
Don't fuck me please

If u r going to post on literotica u shouldn't expect to be paid in the first place!!!! Don't be a Jew with the last chapter (some of ur readers are college kids who can't use there parents credit cards to buy this -_-) u DO have the right to charge money but if ur going to do that then just put it on e books. Also plz continue geeks revenge it was hilarious and plz don't fuck us again with second wife series

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