Grace in disgrace 1

I heard the front door open and shut. I stopped the video that I was watching on my computer screen and looked at my watch. It was 2:15 am on Saturday morning.

“Hello. How come you’re still up? You’re usually in bed asleep when I get home on Friday night.”

“I’ve got something that I have to show you.”

“Can’t it wait until tomorrow? I’m very tired.”

“I really want to show you this.”

“Why? What is it?”

“It’s a surveillance video taken last Friday night in room 14 at the Seaview Motel. You are the star.”

“It can’t be. How did you obtain that?”

“Never mind how I got it. Watch a bit and tell me that it’s really you.”

I started the video. The camera was looking down from the ceiling at Grace, my wife, who was lying naked on a bed. A naked man moved on top of her and started fucking her.

“There are 7 hours of you being fucked by one, two and three men at a time. I haven’t seen tonight’s video yet but I’ve spoken to a man who has. He tells me that it is the same as last week’s, except that many of the men are different, except for the one who was alone with you for the first half hour. His name is David Brown and he works where you do. You’ve been refusing to let me fuck you for 3 months now. Why did you bother coming home? I don’t get it?”

“You’re my husband. This is our home. How did you get this video?”

“It does not matter how I got it. It cost me a lot of money. The fact is that I know it’s true and you know it’s true. Do you have anything that you want to tell me?”

Instead of speaking she burst into tears.

“I’ve moved all your stuff into the spare bedroom. You can sleep there tonight. I don’t want to share my bed with a whore, a whore who wont even let me fuck her.”

Her crying became louder.

“No!” sob “John. Let me explain.” sob sob.

“It started months ago. As you know, I used to go out with the girls from work on Friday nights. I hoped that you thought that that was where I was tonight. One night David came with us. I think that he must have been plying me with more drinks than I’m used to because somehow we ended up in a room at the motel, with him fucking me.

“I felt guilty next morning, but promised myself that it would never happen again. That’s what I thought! On the following Friday afternoon he informed me that if I did not let him fuck me again that night then he would tell you about the first time.”

“That’s blackmail!”

“Yes it is. But I couldn’t let him tell you, so I went with him again to the motel. The next week he wanted me to fuck a friend of his, too. When I agreed that gave him even more power over me. He kept blackmailing me with more and more degrading things that he forced me into. He made me let him fuck my arsehole next. You know that I had never done anal before. Then I had to suck his cock and swallow his cum, something else that I had never done. Then his friend fucked my cunt while David fucked my arse.

“Then about 3 months ago he started pimping me to a series of men every Friday night. I got worried that I would catch an STD because none of them used a condom. I complained about this to David. ‘What’, I asked him, ‘if I catch an STD and pass it on to my husband? You wont be able to blackmail me any more after he finds out about my being your whore.’ Do you know what he replied? ‘You’d better stop fucking your husband, hadn’t you?’ That’s when we stopped having sex.”

“Fuck, Grace, what a mess! ”

“So, where can we go from here?”

“Well, we each have to decide if we want to remain married.