Wifes Revelation!
By danl2112.
The girl smiles and escorts him to the booth. He sits patiently as his server comes by. “Hi, can I start you off with a drink?
He smiles. “I’m just waiting for Pam to come over. She’s my wife.” The girl stated that the booth was not her station and all her seats were taken. ‘Damn,’ he thought. “OK, let me get a large Coke and a dozen wings.”
The server walks off with his order as he watches his beautiful wife working. He is mesmerized, just like every other guy. They’re watching her in her skintight orange shorts and tight white, almost see-through shirt. Her c-cup tits pressed out for everyone with eyeballs to notice. He thinks to himself how much he would love to bend her over the table right there and fuck his adorable wife. Minutes later, his drink arrives, and a little later, his food. He thinks he should make his presence known to his wife but she is so busy he doesn’t want to distract her from her work.
As he continues chowing his food, he orders a couple of beers. Now, with a little buzz, his lustful thoughts about his wife increase, not to mention all the other girls in the building don’t help out the situation. He thinks how lucky he was to find such a hot wife and goes back in his head two years earlier when he met her in this same building. How the used to run out during her breaks and fuck in the back of the building, sometimes right next to the smelly dumpsters. They didn’t care. They wanted each other all the time. Still do although they no longer run out on breaks. They keep it in check till she gets off work. They’ve almost been caught twice, and she doesn’t want to lose her job after all. She makes fairly good money here.
Just around the time he finished his food, he noticed three well-buzzed guys take the booth beside him but elevated around 3 feet. So they are out of view but can be heard. Their conversation is loud and obnoxious. After a few minutes of listening to them make conversation, he finished his beer and rose to leave. Just as he tilts forward to leave, he hears one of the guys say, “Holy shit, dudes. There’s 7-11.”
He stands and notices the guy pointing in the direction of his wife. One of the other guys says, “No way, dude, she moved to another state.”
“No way, dude, that’s her watch.”
On this cue, Jack sits back down to see where this goes.
“Hey, you come here,” the guy says a little loud. Not a holler, but loud enough to get the attention of someone within 20 feet. “Huh, here she comes.”
Jack hears his wife say, “Oh my god, how are you guys? What are you doing up here?”
Jack’s wife knows these guys. He decides to sit tight, order a beer, and listen in. However, he has mixed thoughts about eavesdropping on her conversation.
“So what have you been up to, 7-11?”
She giggles. “Stop that shit. I haven’t been called that in 3 years. I’m married to a great guy and doing fairly good so what brings you guys up here?”
The guys all say in unison, “Bachelor party!!” They all laugh. “Pam, we could use a little entertainment, if you know what I mean.”
Pam gives a tsk. “I told you, I’m married and don’t play anymore. Look, I have to get to work. What can I get you guys?”
The guys order some beers and wings. She took their order and walked to the kitchen.
“Yo, dude. That’s the girl I told you about that one time at Dave’s party. She’s the one that fucked anyone with a cock. That’s why we call her 7-11. Her legs are always open.”
The guys all start laughing, and one of the guys says, “Dude, there is no way that hottie is as big a whore as you say. She is married, after all.”
The guys smirk. “Look, dude. She wasn’t always married. She fucked anyone—anywhere and anytime. Dozens at a time. I heard she even fucked a hundred guys in a night. There is a rumor she’s been fucked by over a thousand different guys.”
The obvious new guy in the group laughs. “Dude, you are so full of shit it’s incredible.”
“Dude, I’m serious, shit. I fucked her a couple dozen times, and most of the time, I was like the tenth to fifteenth guy in line. I’m telling you, she is the biggest slut in this state, probably the Midwest region.”
Jack if floored by what he is hearing about his wife. He sits pale-faced and in shock at what he has just overheard. “Is it possible?’ he wondered. ‘Nah, they are just drunk and being assholes. She probably shot down that guy, and he’s making up shit. Yeah. That’s it, he’s just an asshole.’ Jack sips his beer as he listens to these guys talk shit. How his wife would like to fuck by garbage cans and how she would fuck for days at a time. How her cunt was so used that it would hang open for days. How after a couple of years, her pussy was so loose that you needed a monster 10-inch cock just to feel anything.
Jack laughed at that since he knows that her pussy is nothing like they say. She’s not tight, but not what they are talking about.
The guys are into a story of Pam supposedly being in the kitchen of a hall where a bachelor party is being held, taking all the guys in all holes over and over by dozens of guys. How she was covered head to toe in cum and how they had to wash her up several times cause she was too covered in cum that no one would fuck her, and so on. Just as the guys finish the part where she drank cum from her ass, the guys quickly shut up as they see her approach. This calms Jack. ‘If it was true, why hide what you’re talking about? If it were Pam, she would know,’ he thought.
Pam places the food on the table without saying much. The loud-mouthed guy finally breaks the silence. “So, 7-11, what do you think about meeting us after work for a little playtime?”
Jack listens intently for her answer. “I’m married, I told you,” she stated with a hint of irritation.
“Well, we don’t care. We’re not trying to marry you. We just want to fuck you. Tell me you wouldn’t like a few cocks in you?”
Hearing this, Jack clenches his fist, thinking about getting up and whacking that guy in the chops.
“Look, I don’t fuck around anymore. You have me all wrong now. Please drop it, or I’ll ask you to leave,” Pam said sternly.
Jack unclenches his fists, now knowing that she can fend for herself.
“Look, 7-11, I mean, Pam. You need to think about it and come and sit down for a break. We need to talk. Otherwise, we could make things bad.”
Pam sternly says, “Fine, just give me a few,” and goes to her tables.
The guys continue their talk about all kinds of seemingly impossible sexual fetes when she returns some 15 minutes later. She sits in the free space in the booth.
“OK, I only have a few minutes, so what do you want?” Pam asked.
The guys look at each other, “Well, darling, we all know what you’re capable of, so let’s not be coy. There are a lot of people who would love to know where you are. They ALL want to see you again. Not to mention what your dear old husband would say if we were to talk about his dear wife and what she did before they married.”
Pam freaks out with, “Please don’t. What have I done to deserve this? I’ve never been bad to you. Why are you tormenting me?”
He smirks. “Honey, all we want is some of that primo ass again. Tell you what, meet us in the parking lot tomorrow at 8 pm. We’ll discuss everything then. Make sure you dress slutty and be nice so hubby doesn’t find out our lil secret, got it?”
Pam gives a grinned look and nods her head in agreement. Pam goes to leave when one of the guys reaches for her hand and places her hand on the bulge in his pants. She squints as he uses her hand to rub himself under the table. Pam snaps her hand back and hurriedly gets up and leaves the table.
Jack sits with his mouth gaping. ‘I wonder if she will meet these guys tomorrow and what this secret is he is talking about. Surely, it can’t be that what he is saying about her is true, Jack thought.
Jack sits tight and notices the guys rise to leave. He watches them leave, then makes his way to the side entrance, not wanting to see his wife now. Jack needs to process what has just happened. He’ll ask her about it later.
*****
A few hours later, just after 11 p.m., Pam arrives home happier than when he last saw her. “Hi, honey. What ya doing?” she asks.
Jack lifts his head. “Just watching some TV, waiting for my sexy wife to come home. How was your day?”
Pam tells him how her day went, leaving out the part about her old friends.
“Well, babe, I stopped by the restaurant earlier and you were so busy I didn’t think it was a good idea to bother you. I did see you sitting with some of the customers. Three guys. Are they regulars?”
Pam’s heart drops, and her brain goes into overdrive, trying to figure out how to explain what he saw. “Oh, them. Well, they’re they were old friends from high school. They’re in town and just as surprised as I was when we saw each other. We chatted briefly, and they invited me for a few drinks tomorrow. Don’t think I’ll go, though.”
Jack sat there listening to her and thought, ‘At least she didn’t lie to me about them.’ The extent of the conversation was left out. Still, he didn’t want to let on that he was snooping around listening to her conversation, so he went along with it.
“So, are you going to go out with them? You haven’t been out in a while. You should catch up. I can go with you if you like. I wouldn’t mind meeting some of your old friends.”
Pam quickly back peddles the suggestion. “I don’t know. I’m not sure I’m gonna go. Those guys drink a lot and can be obnoxious. I don’t want to deal with that shit.”
Jack presses on, wanting to gauge her a little. “Well, babe, you deal with intoxicated jerks all day long, so it should be a breeze for you. I think you could use a little time out on your own. We always go out together or just me on my friends. Why don’t you go? I’ll find something to do. I’ll call the guys or something.”
Now Pam finds herself in a bind. Her thoughts go to the guys and what they asked. ‘If Jack knew what these guys wanted, he would never let me go with them, much less push me to go out with them,’ she thought. Quickly Pam thinks she’ll tell Jack she’s going out with them and go somewhere else instead.
After all those guys were drunk and leaving town, Pam figured all she had to do was stall them, and Jack wouldn’t find out anything. When she hears Jack talking down the hall, Pam goes to shower and get her pajamas on. “Who are you talking to at this hour?” Pam asks as she makes her way down the hall.
“It’s Samantha. She has one of your buddies on the phone. Says she met them at the sports bar next to the hotel. Here, it’s your friend Tom; he wants to talk to you.”
Pam freaks. ‘Oh no, what the fuck?” flashes through her head. ‘I’m gonna kill her.’
She takes the phone. “Hello?”
Sure enough, it’s Tom. “Your friend wouldn’t give me your number, but this is just as good. Don’t forget about our meeting tomorrow. Don’t be late, or I’ll call Jacky boy and let him know what a fucking whore of a wife he has. Got it? Oh, and your friend is a dumb bitch. She gave me the phone and walked away to talk, so now I have your cell number and I see she has your house number in here also. Oh, look what we have here: your address. Now, that is helpful. Don’t forget to dress slutty. See ya tomorrow. Bye, honey.”
With that, he hangs up. Pam internally freaks out but needs to play it off, so she fakes losing the signal on her phone. “Lost them. It must be a bad signal in the bar.”
*****
Pam gets little to no sleep that night. Jack is at work as she rises for her day. Pam does chores to keep her mind off the inevitable end of her day. The day flies faster than she wants. Before she knows it, it’s 6 pm.
“Shit, I have to get ready. I’m supposed to wear something slutty. I don’t have anything like that.”
She then looks at her skirts, none of which would be considered slutty. Sexy, yes, but not slutty. So, she grabs a red spaghetti dress and lays it on the bed for lack of options. Reached the end table and reached into the drawer for scissors. She marks off about 3 inches without real measuring and starts cutting a straight line.
“There, that should be slutty enough.”
She throws the scrap in the garbage and goes to the shower. After letting the water run down her body and washing it, she returns to the bed, reaching for the dress. She glances at the clock, which reads 7:15 pm.
“Shit, I wasted too much time in the shower.”
She quickly grabs a white thong and slides the dress over herself.
Pam made a great measuring error. She looks in the mirror and realizes she cut off more than she thought. The bottom of her dress barely covers the front of her thigh standing still. There is no way she could take a step and not give anyone within 50 ft of her a good look at her panty-covered pussy.
“Damn it, it’s too late to fix this or do something else.”
Glancing at the clock, it reads 7:24 pm. Pam grabs her purse, settles in on her fate, and runs out the door to get over there, not wanting to piss them off by being late. Maybe they’re just messing with her, and it’s a joke. She wouldn’t want anything to change the possibility that it might be a joke.
*****
Pam shows up in the lot seeing the guys waiting on her. She puts the car in park and glances down, seeing her panties in full view as in the sitting position, there is no chance of covering her panties. Seeing no one, she looks around for people and quickly exits her SUV. In doing so, her dress rides up to her waistline. Quickly, she pulls down her little fabric and walks over to the guys.
“Woo-hoo” is the howl she hears from the guys from across the lot.
As she walks up, Tom tells the other guys, “Told you she’d come. Dressed like a whore more than slutty. Honey, your panties are on plain view for everyone to see. Told you guys once a ho, always a ho.”
There is some chat as the guys reminisce about high school and the years right after. Pam shows no interest and wants nothing more than to go home, but she fakes interest to keep things cool. Tom chimes in about what he wants from her. “Listen, Pam. I don’t want to keep you against your will. I want to apologize for our behavior yesterday. Although I did want to fuck your brains out, I wouldn’t do it against your will. I’m glad you showed up, and I still want to fuck you, but I’m not going to rape you to do it. However I will say that I will leave a decision up to you. You can agree to return to town for a few days and let us have a good old time with you, or we could talk with hubby.”
He pauses for a bit. “You have 5 minutes to answer. If you decide to do it, you need not say a thing. Just go over to that picnic bench over by the front door of your job, remove those useless panties, sit on the tabletop, spread your legs, and then spread open that wet pussy of yours very wide so I can get a couple of nice pics. If you do that, you’ll have two weeks to come down, or we’ll tell hubby. The decision is yours. I’m not forcing you into anything. Not really…”
Pam thinks intently, not sure what she should do. She doesn’t want to cheat on her husband, but she wants to protect him from the shameful truth that she used to be a slut of epic proportions. Pam honestly believes that either way, he would leave her. She ponders her decision and decides to go down there and keep it from her husband. Pam rationalizes that she could keep him from ever finding out about either choice. If they tell him, she is most definitely divorced. If she goes to be a slut one more time, she could, in all likelihood, keep it from him, and everything will turn out OK.
“Four minutes. One minute left.”
Pam looks around the lot, inspecting very intently looking for onlookers. Convinced there aren’t any people around, she drops her thong while standing between 2 cars. Reaching down to grab her thong, she grasps how short the skirt is. She felt the cool air on her now wet pussy and thought, ‘Anyone who is behind me is getting a great show.’
She rises, looking around again, scanning for people. A group of patrons walk out the door just as she decides it’s time. Quickly, she makes it back between the cars, watching the patrons and the door closely. With the patrons out of sight, she quickly makes her way to the bench on the top of the table facing the guys. Again, she scans for patrons entering or leaving as well as co-workers.
‘Now or never. Here it goes,’ and with that thought, Pam quickly spreads her legs as wide as they’ll go, resting both her heels on the table.
Leaning back, resting on one hand and with the other, she spreads her lips wide as they go. She then sees Tom walking closer snapping off tons of pics. Tom shrieks out a command. “Lay back, and with both hands, take two fingers from each hand and pull your dirty cunt open. Hurry, whore, hurry.”
Pam goes to move so fast that she falls back on the table and has herself gaping open quicker than Tom can get himself composed. Pam cries urgently, “Hurry, please, before anyone sees me and I get fired or worse.”
Tom snaps off a few more pics, then extends his hand to her to lift her just as a group exits the establishment. Pam hops off the table and scatters away towards Tom’s friends.
“Holy shit, that was crazy!” she exclaims.
Tom makes his way back. “Good job there, 7-11. Oh, I mean Pam. Glad to see you are going to come by. I’ll be sure to tell EVERYONE you’re coming. My advice for you is lots of pussy stretching in the coming weeks, lil lady. You’re going to get your brains fucked out. Hope your hubby likes a big pussy, but then he must, considering he married you.”
Tom reaches down to Pam’s exposed pussy and slides his finger along her slit, causing Pam to expel an involuntary moan. “Ohhh, don’t,” is her halfhearted protest.
Tom pulls his fingers to his lips and licks them. “Sweet,” he said, tasting her pussy nectar.
Pam continues to talk to the guys for a couple more minutes, then makes her way to her car, where she pauses, reflecting on her actions and decisions in the last few minutes. She looks at her mirror and then goes back to the guys. She does this several times, thinking, ‘Shit! How did this happen? I thought I could get away from this.’
Memories of her past flood her thoughts. The things she’s done and the people who have used her for their pleasure. Pam shakes her head and starts the car, putting it in gear and slowly pulling off to the street.
*****
Jack sits in his car from not too far away, amazed at what he has just witnessed. Furious at the actions of his wife but not so furious that he doesn’t notice the rock-hard boner in his pants. Confused at his arousal, he starts his car to follow his wife. Jack goes over the events.
“Well, she hasn’t exactly cheated on me, but showing her pussy like that in public is not cool, although I do have a raging hard-on. Huh…”
*****
Pam drives in a catatonic state, almost on autopilot. Her husband could drive right next to her and she wouldn’t notice. She has wetness between her legs that she hasn’t had in years.
She whispers, “I can’t go home like this.”
Pam surveys the area and notices an Asian restaurant in a strip plaza. Abruptly, she turns right into the lot, making her way around to the rear of the building. Jack, in tow, proceeds to the next entrance, turning in to follow, he mutters, “Where the hell is she going?”
Jack loses sight of her for a couple of minutes before making his way around the rear of the building. He finds Pam’s car parked next to the restaurant’s dumpster. She is still in it, sitting in the reclined position. He notices that she has the driver’s window open, which is weird, considering it is within inches of the dumpster.
“It has to smell bad. Why would Pam have her window open?”
While Jack ponders what Pam is doing, Pam sits in her car with one leg on the door and the other spread as wide as possible. She is frantically shoving three fingers in and out of her pussy, looking for a powerful release.
“God, I need to cum. I’m such a whore,” Pam moaned. She tried to shove her fingers in further. “Oh, please, I need to cum.”
She leans towards the window, inhaling the retched stench from the dumpster. Then POW!! She cums. She does have a nice orgasm, but not the earth-shaking kind she was so hoping for. Slightly disappointed, she closes her less, puts the car in her ear, and precedes driving off.
On the other hand, Jack delays a bit, unsure about what he saw. “Why would she just stop there? Was she crying? On the phone? What an odd place to stop.” He then puts his car in gear to follow.
*****
They make their way towards their house. When Pam turns left onto the expressway, Jack assumes they’re going home. Of course, Jack follows her.
“Where the hell is she doing now?” Jack asks himself, paying close attention to what she is doing.
About three miles down, she takes the off-ramp to a road that leads only to industrial areas. This action intrigues Jack. He follows left, then right, right again, and left. He finds her parked by a fence with cars parked scarcely along the fence. Quickly, Jack turns off his lights and stops. He watches his adorable, petite wife squat down to go through a hole in the fence. This puzzles Jack as the fence surrounds the garbage dump company.
“What the fuck is she up to?”
Jack pulls his car into a parking spot off his left, making sure to be out of sight of his wife. Without trying to stand out, he makes his way to the hole in the fence and goes through. Looking around, the facility is very dark, as the workers are gone. The smell is overpowering him, though. It’s a putrid smell of decaying food and general trash.
“Why is she over here? Fuck me, it smells horrible.”
After looking around for Pam for a few minutes, he comes across the main trash storage facility where fresh trash is dumped by the trucks. He sees three massive mounds of trash smelling even stronger as he approaches. He makes his way down the long drive, looking in the building windows for his. Then, from behind him, he hears moans. Quickly, he snaps his head, looking back, and what he sees makes his mouth gape open and a mix of rage, eroticism, disbelief, and wonder all at once.
Ducking behind some crates he sees Pam laying on the trash piles. He sneaks as close as he dares to get a closer look to see her alone. “What the….”
Pam, his longhaired brunette with her next door looks and hot petite body lying on top of garbage masturbating. As he looks closer, he realizes that she is rubbing her pussy with a rotten banana peel. She pinches her nipple with one hand and uses the other to shove the rotted banana peel into her pussy with three fingers. She doesn’t stop fingering herself with the peal until the peal is in her pussy.
Jack is beside himself at what he is viewing. Surprised stiff. He can’t move or even come up with a rational thought as he watches his wife reach to her side into a pool of disgusting slime and scoop it, then rub it all over her beautiful pussy. She rubs it all over her inner thighs and pussy. She scoops again and again, occasionally sticking 3 or 4 fingers in her pussy using the slime like a lube.
Jack’s mouth dries up, and he gets the urge to gag. He holds off, trying not to make noise, when he notices that within the slime she is using to masturbate with is maggots.
“Maggots!!! How the… What the fuck?”
He turns to vomit but can control it. Unable to comprehend what he is witnessing, he just watches. Pam continues for another 15-20 minutes, repeatedly scooping the vile scum onto her pussy while fingering herself. Several times during this, he sees her scooping the scum into her pussy—maggot and all. Then, out of nowhere, she lets out a howl as she convulses violently to an orgasm.
It takes Pam a couple of minutes to come down from her orgasm. When she does, she appears to have a look of shame on her face as she tries to wipe the slimy garbage slime from her pussy and thighs. Pam reaches for a shirt from the pile to help her wipe up. After a quick wipe down, Jack watches as Pam sticks two fingers back in her pussy and pulls out the rotted banana peel.
As she pulls it out, some of the scum she shoveled into her pussy falls out with a swashing sound. The amount that comes out surprises Jack.
“She shoved a lot in there,” he whispers.
After discarding the peel, Pam wipes her pussy with the shirt again. He watches as she carefully picks the maggots off her and from inside her pussy. Seemingly satisfied with the quick clean-up job, she quickly leaves.
Jack scoots out of site as Pam walks right by him quickly, almost a run. She ducks to get out of the fence and jumps in the car. Jack starts his walk to his car as he watches Pam pull off. Jack struggles with what he has just witnessed and what he should do. He loves her; although she hasn’t cheated on him, he is thrown off by her hidden perversion.
‘Has she always been doing this?’ he wondered. ‘Stuffing her cunt full of rubbish and maggots…’
Jack makes his way to his car and decides to give her time while he figures out how to handle this.
*****
Pam drives down the road towards home, satisfied by her earth-shattering orgasm. She is disgusted with herself as she is always right after reveling in her perversions. Still, she is also aware she’ll be over it when she gets a shower. During the drive, Pam feels her pussy itching. She reaches down to scratch when she notices a maggot crawling on her pussy. Seemingly comfortable, the woman grabs the maggot and tosses it out the window. She feels more itching and notices a few more coming out of her pussy.
“Damn, these things get everywhere,” Pam groans.
She flicks out about five more maggots out the window.
Pam slowly rolls down her street, looking for Jack’s car in the drive. “No car, good.”
She sped up and pulled into the driveway. She quickly exited the car and sneaked into the garage, hoping none of the neighbors saw her in her skirt.
“Made it.”
Pam rushes up the stairs and reaches for some shorts and a t-shirt. She places her clothing on the sink while reaching for her red water bottle to begin her all-too-familiar cleansing ritual. Pam continues to douche several times each time more maggots fall out of her. Pam realizes this should repulse her, but it is making her horny again. She quickly thinks of returning to the dump but realizes it is wise not to push it.
After what is about 35 minutes of douching her pussy with cleansers and gallons of water, she hears Jack come through the door. She grabs the showerhead, turning it in various positions to wash away the maggots still on the tub floor. With the tub clean and herself, Pam turns off the water and dries herself back to normal appearance. A couple of minutes, and she’s right as rain.
She walks downstairs to greet her husband. Walking into the living room and looking at her husband, she can easily tell he has been drinking since he hardly ever drinks, so he’s a lightweight.
“Hey, babe,” Pam said as she entered the room.
“Oh, hi, Pam. How was your night?” Jack asks, playing off like he knows nothing.
“Ah, it was all right. I just talked with the guys for a bit. As you can see, I’m home early.”
Her voice trails off as she enters the kitchen for a drink. Jack responds, “Honey, when you’re done in there, I have a question for you.”
Pam returns moments later with a rum and coke. “What’s up?”
Jack sits up. “Take a seat, dear. Take a look at these…”
Jack hands her his cell phone. On the cell phone are pics of her throughout the evening, from her spreading herself on the picnic table at her work to her masturbating in the garbage dump.
Pam sits stunned, pale, and mutters, “Let me explain…”
Jack gently takes his phone back. “How could you explain something like this? There is no rational explanation.”
Pam was in the process of finding an excuse for her pending unfaithfulness but never counted on being caught at the dump. Pam cries into her hands for a few minutes while Jack sits patiently, waiting for an explanation.
Once Pam composes herself, she says, “ I’m so sorry, babe. The guys are sort of blackmailing me and as for the garbage dump thing. Well… I can’t explain my behavior on that. I used to have sex next to a dumpster, so I guess I associate the smell with sex. The stronger the smell, the harder I cum. I’m ashamed and embarrassed, but it’s the truth. I can’t help it, and if I’m honest with myself and you, I don’t want to. I’m not hurting anyone. I’m not cheating on you. I know it’s nasty, but it is part of me, and I like it. I hope you can at least understand that. I don’t expect you to agree, but I hope you understand.”
Jack sits intently, listening. “OK, I’ll pass on the trash thing for now. We’ll get back to that later, but what the fuck were you doing spreading your pussy for those guys anyway?”
Pam ponders with a response when she asks, “Hey, wait a minute, you were following me? How could you follow me? How long have you followed me? Have you been following me all along?”
Jack snaps back. “Wait a fucking minute! I only followed you cause I went to your work the other day to surprise you at lunch. I sat in a booth near your station cause all your tables were busy when I overheard those guys talking about this whore they used to fuck. Next thing I know, you are sitting at their table talking about fucking. And what’s with the ‘7-11’ nickname? Did you go by that name? Is what they said true? Did you fuck guys by the dozen?” His voice started to rise into anger. “Don’t fucking lie to me, tell me!”
Pam, frozen in fear, cries and lowers her head. Defeated, she now accepts her fate and hopes Jack will still accept her afterward. She calmly says, “If you calm down, I’ll tell you everything.”
Jack rises and goes to the kitchen. “I need a beer for this.”
Pam patiently waits as Jack goes to the recliner with a cooking pan filled with ice and about five beers. “OK, so let’s hear it,” Jack commands.
Pam sips her drink. “I want you to know I never cheated on you at all. Never! As for what the guys said, I don’t know what they said, but from what you said…” She pauses for a minute, and with great reservation, she blurts out, “Yes, it’s true. I used to be a slut. I was a slut for anyone who wanted me. Anytime and anywhere, usually next to some dumpster for some odd reason.”
Pam pauses to gauge his response.
“So you fucked anyone?” Jack asks.
Pam looks down into her glass. “Well… Yeah, sort of. I just went with the flow, which usually involved, well…are you sure you want to hear this?”
Jack swallows a big swig of his beer. “Well, not really, but let’s get it out in the open and see where we land.”
Pam takes a deep breath. “Well, it usually involved lots of guys. It started just me, my boyfriend at the time then he asked me to help his buddy out. Then it was another buddy, then another, and the next thing I knew, I was spending most of my time going from one group of guys to another. Sometimes, several groups of guys on the same day. It was fun, I was young, and it just got a little out of control, so I left 3yrs ago. I didn’t date for a year till I met you. I fell in love with you, and you know the rest.”
Jack just looked at her and stared at her, listening to her tell him that the woman he married was a whore. He absorbs what she says. ‘At least she didn’t sell herself,’ Jack thought.
Then he blurts out, “Ever get paid to fuck someone?”
Quickly, Pam replies, “No, no, no, never. I was a slut, not a paid whore.”
With that statement, for whatever reason, they both start to laugh. After the laughter subsides, Jack looks at Pam. “I’m not sure what to think here. Do you even know how many guys you’ve fucked?”
Pam thought for a minute. “Uh, I do. It was a thing of mine. I had to keep track.”
It was an answer, but not the one Jack was looking for.
“Well, how many, damn it?”
Pam sits back. “I’m not going to tell you right now. Just to say it was a lot, and I’m not ashamed. I did it, and I no longer do it. I’m yours, and that should be all that matters. As for tonight, now that you know about me, the guys won’t be able to blackmail me into doing shit like that anymore, so you have no more worries.”
Pam looks to Jack to see if she has crossed the line. He sits drinking his beer, obviously in deep thought, when Pam notices a large bulge in his pants.
“I can see that some parts of you don’t mind,” she said as she pointed to his hard cock.
“That’s not the point. What’s with the trash? You put maggots in your pussy, for Christ’s sake. What the fuck is that?”
Pam snaps back to her panic mode, realizing she’s not out of the woods. “Uhm, that’s my thing. It has nothing to do with what I did before. Having sex with that smell makes me feel dirty, and I guess I like that. I never have sex that way, only masturbate. It’s kinda sick, but that’s what makes it so intense. The maggots, I just got used to them. After all you can’t play with garbage and not expect to deal with maggots. After a while, it started turning me on, having them inside and on me while I played. I always make sure I’m squeaky clean afterward for you. I would never, ever do anything with you with filth on me.”
Jack can’t fully grasp the situation and tells her, “Look, I believe you never cheated on me, but this conversation is not over. For tonight, it is but not for a long shot. I just can’t take anymore right now. We’ll talk tomorrow. For tonight I want you to sleep in the guest room. Just do that for me.”
Pam shakes her head in understanding. “Um, OK, if that’s what you want. Please don’t be too mad at me. I wanted to tell you, but I feared you’d leave me. I’ll give you space. I understand it is a shock, and I can only hope you still love and accept me.”
Jack gets up and heads towards the room, turning back to her, “We’ll see,” and goes up the stairs, leaving Pam sitting in the chair with her head in her hands.
The End.
