Daphne

By Just Plain Bob

My wife was having an Avon party so I stopped for a few beers after work with some of the guys.  I wasn’t paying much attention to the other people in the bar, at least not until I heard a very familiar laugh.  I hadn’t heard it in years, but the laugh was so distinctive that I knew who it had to be.  I got up from my table and went looking.  He was at a table at the back of the bar with two women and another man and even though I might be intruding I walked toward his table.  When I got close enough I said, “Excuse me, but the bartender told me I could find the only man in the world uglier than me back here at this table.”

 He looked up at me and the recognition was instant.  He leaped up from the table and said, “Thems fightin words asshole” and he rushed at me.  I saw alarm on the faces of the others at the table, but it turned to confusion as I braced myself for what I knew was coming and opened my arms.  He rushed up to me and stopped and we grabbed each other in a bear hug.  “Billy!  You old son of a bitch.  Where did you come from?” 

I pointed to the front of the bar, “From a table back there.” 

“No, no, I mean what are you doing here?” 

“I live here, have for the last ten years now.”

Sam and I had been in the Army together and I hadn’t seen him in almost twenty-five years.  We had gone through basic together, gotten shipped to Vietnam together, had served in the same unit and survived, came home together and were discharged together.  We had kept in touch for four or five years and then had lost contact.  In Vietnam he had saved my ass a couple of times and I had helped him stay whole a time or two and once upon a time we had been as close as any two guys can be.  He invited me to join his table, but I begged off since I was with other people too.  We did exchange phone numbers and I promised to call him the next day.

The next day I called Sam and we made a date for lunch.  Over lunch we caught up on each other’s lives.  I found out that he had moved to town five years previous and that he was a regional sales manager for a company that my company occasionally did business with.  I told him about my wife Daphne and her Avon business, my two kids - grown up and gone - and he told me about his two divorces - “no kids, thank God” - and about his current girl friend.  “She isn’t really my girlfriend, just a call girl that I’m very fond of.  I have been trying to get her to marry me for almost five years now, but she just won’t do it.”  I raised an eyebrow at that and he saw it and smiled, “What can I say?  She is special and I’ve never met a woman like her.”  After that day Sam and I saw each other two or three times a week, either after work or at lunch.  We sent each other customers and helped each other on business deals.  The one thing I wasn’t able to do was invite him over to dinner to meet Daphne; on the nights he was free Daphne was having one of her Avon parties and when Daphne was free Sam wasn’t.

One afternoon, just before leaving work, my boss called me into his office.  “I have a problem Bill.  I’ve just had a family emergency and I have to leave for Atlanta this evening.  I’ll be gone the rest of the week and Sterns (our best customer) will be in town the day after tomorrow.  I need you to see to it that he enjoys his stay.  I’ve got him booked into the Hilton, but I need you to pick him up at the airport, get him settled in and see to it that he is taken care of.”

 I said, “No problem Stan” and I left his office.  On the way back to my office Roger saw me and said, “What’s the matter chum?  You look like your cat just died.”

 I told him what Stan wanted me to do, “One of our best customers, if not the best, and I’m to see to it that he enjoys his stay.  I don’t know anything at all about the man.  How am I supposed to know what to do to see that he enjoys himself.”

 Roger laughed and said, “Just see to it that he gets laid while he’s here and you’re home free.”

 I asked him what he meant, “All Stan does is book him into the penthouse at the Hilton, set him up with a call girl and pick up the tab for his stay.  Piece of cake.  Just make sure the girl is a class act and you are the hero.”

 Oh goody, I thought, just make sure she’s a class act!  The only problem with that was that I didn’t have a clue where I was going to find a call girl at all, let alone a class act.  Outside of the bar girls in Vietnam I’d never even seen a call girl.  I was still wondering what I was going to do when I stopped at Sam’s’ office the next day to pick him up for lunch.  He was on the phone and I sat down in the chair in front of his desk and was staring out the window deep in thought when he hung up the phone.  “You look like a man with a problem son, what’s up?”

 I told him about my little problem and he grinned at me, “Still the straight arrow huh?  Well, old Sam can help you out.  If it’s a class act you need I’ve got just the lady for you.  I’ve been using her ever since I moved to town.  In fact, she’s the one I told you about, the one I keep asking to marry me and let me take her away from her life of sin.  Actually, I think she is already married and hooks on the side for fun.  I can tell you this - the lady sure does love her work.”

 He picked up the phone, punched in a number and waited. “Good morning love of my life.  I’m just calling to see if you are ready to marry me yet.  No?  You sure know how to ruin a man’s day.  Well, okay.  I do have another reason for calling.  A very good friend of mine has the need of your services.  Yes, I’ll vouch for him.  Sure, we can do that.  Mario’s at five-thirty, okay?”  He hung up the phone, “She wants to meet you.  Because what she does is frowned on by the authorities in this town she likes to meet prospective customers and get a feel for them before she agrees to do business with them.  So, you get to meet my love tonight at Mario’s.”

Sam and I were sitting at a table in Mario’s and we had been there, sipping beer, since a quarter to five.  I noticed that it was getting close to five-thirty so I got up and went to the bathroom so I wouldn’t have to get up when the woman got here.  When I came out of the bathroom I saw that she had already arrived and was sitting at the table with Sam.  From the back she looked familiar and the closer I got to the table the more familiar she looked.  Sam said, “Here he is now.”  She turned to face me just as Sam said, “Bill, this is Daphne.  Daphne, this is my good friend Bill.”

 I stopped dead in my tracks and stared at my wife.  It was almost a minute before I was able to speak and during that time several thoughts ran through my mind, but the bottom line ended up being that I didn’t want Sam to know that my wife was a whore.  Not that she was going to be my wife very much longer.  As I sat down I remembered Sam telling me that he had been using her ever since he had come to town five years ago and I wondered how long before that she had been in ‘business’.

 “I was just telling Daphne about how long we have known each other” and he went on talking about our history as I watched Daphne across the table.  I was amazed at how coolly she was reacting to the situation, but then she was probably just as amazed that I hadn’t come over the table after her and gone for her throat.  Sam finally finished his recitation of our past and said, “So Bill, why don’t you explain your problem to Daphne.”

  As calmly as I could I explained the problem that Stan had dropped in my lap and Daphne sat there and listened.  When I was done she took out a little notebook and asked for the client’s name, what night she would be needed and where he was staying.  She wrote the information down and then told me that she would be available that night.  She fished in her purse and handed me a white business card with nothing on it but a cell phone number.  She smiled and said, “I don’t do all nighters and I don’t do anal (which surprised the hell out of me because she goes crazy when she gets it in the ass) and I have to be done by eleven-thirty.  My fee for the period’s noon to five or six to eleven is five hundred dollars.  If that is acceptable to you I prefer cash, but I will take a check from a friend of Sam’s.”

 I took out my checkbook and wrote a check for five hundred leaving the payee space blank and handed it over to her.  She said thank you, folded the check and put it in her purse.  “Thanks for the help Sam” I said as I stood up, “I’ve got something else I have to attend to so if the two of you will excuse me.  Nice meeting you Daphne, and Sam, I’ll call you in the morning” and I left.

On the way home I debated just packing a bag and getting out, but that would just put off the confrontation and I decided to just go home, wait for Daphne and have it out.  I was surprised that I wasn’t more upset than I was at finding out that my wife of twenty-four years was a high priced call girl and that she had been one for some time.  I knew from Sam that she had been one for at least five years, but for how long before Sam met her?  I guessed that it would probably be as long as she had been an Avon lady since that is what she used for cover to get out of the house.  If that was true then she had been whoring for almost eight years.  Eight years and I’d not had a clue - not one!  As I sat waiting for Daphne to come home I thought back over the years and searched my memory for anything that might have given me a hint of what she had been up to.  Try as I might I could not come up with anything.  The only constant was that when she came home from her Avon parties she had always been hot, wet and wanting to make love.  I’d asked her about it once and she’d told me that all that the women at those parties talked about was sex and that by the time the party was over she was so hot and bothered that all she wanted to do was come home and fuck me to death.  I had never questioned it after that.  Now I understood what the wet really was - I was getting sloppy seconds.

  Daphne averaged five Avon parties a week, some during the day and some at night.  At five a week, fifty-two weeks a year for eight years that meant that I had followed someone else into my wife’s pussy over two thousand and eighty times.  That was just fucking mind boggling.  Equally mind boggling was the money - at five hundred a pop that came to almost 1.4 million.  Even if she started low and slowly increased her fee until she commanded the higher amount that was still a lot of money.  I looked at the clock and saw that it was almost eleven.  I don’t know why, but I had expected that Daphne would have rushed home after our meeting.  It appeared that I guessed wrong and that she wasn’t going to come home and face the music.  At eleven-fifteen I went to bed.

I didn’t hear her come in. The first that I knew she was home was when she crawled into bed with me, snuggled up next to me and put her hand on my cock.  She started to stroke me and despite myself I started to get hard.

 “That’s it baby, get hard for me” Daphne said, “I know you’re mad, I know you’re angry and we can talk about it in the morning, but I’m horny right now baby.  Come on baby, fuck me.”

 By that time my cock was hard and without waiting for me to say something she rolled over on top of me and pushed herself down on my cock.  This time when I slid into her hot, wet hole I knew what was happening - no bullshit story about being hot for me - this time I knew she was wet because someone else had just finished fucking her.  I just lay there and let her fuck me.  After five minutes she rolled off of me onto her back and tried to pull me up on her.

  “Come on baby, don’t be mean to me.  Please baby, please fuck me.” 

I didn’t want to.  I really, really didn’t want to, but you know what they say about a stiff dick, let alone a stiff dick that has just spent five minutes in a hot pussy, and so I mounted her and began pounding into her.  It was the first time in my life that I had fucked my wife.  All the other times I had been making love, at least I had been, I couldn’t say what she had been doing.  She began moaning, “That’s it baby, that’s it.  Fuck me baby, fuck me, fuck your whore.  Make me cum baby, make your slut cum” and then she had an orgasm and thirty seconds later I had mine.  I rolled off of her and turned my back to her to indicate that she should leave me alone, but she moved in next to me, put her arms around me and said, “I know you won’t believe me, but I do love you and I don’t want to lose you.”

 Yeah, right, I thought as I tried to fall asleep.

Daphne was still sleeping when I got up in the morning.  I went downstairs and got the coffeepot going and then I went back upstairs and took my shower.  When I came out Daphne wasn’t in bed so I knew she was down stairs in the kitchen waiting for me.  I shaved and then dressed and then went down to get it over with.  She was sitting at the table drinking coffee when I walked in the kitchen and I waited for her to say something.  I poured my coffee and waited, but I guess she was waiting for me to start.  Without looking at her I said, “I’ll see a lawyer today, or at least make an appointment to see one.  You can spend the day making a list of what you want out of the wreckage.  I’ll also look into finding a place to stay and when I get home tonight I’ll pack.” 

“Aren’t you even going to talk to me?”

 “Why?  What’s there to say?  I’ve been a cuckold for eight years now.  I did some math while waiting for you to come home last night and I was astounded at how many cocks I’ve followed into you.  I can’t believe how stupid I was to believe that bullshit you fed met about why you were always so wet when you came to bed when all the time you were feeding me sloppy seconds.” 

“It hasn’t been eight years, only five.”

 “Still, an average of five quote “Avon Parties” unquote a week adds up to a lot of sloppy seconds.”

 “It hasn’t been five times a week, only two and sometimes three.  I do sell Avon at parties.”

 I lost it and hollered, “Jesus Christ woman, stop fucking quibbling!  The bottom line is that you are a fucking whore!  I’m married to a goddamned prostitute and you’re treating it like it means nothing.  I rediscover the man who was my best friend for the three hardest years of my life and I find out he has been fucking you for the last five years.  Do you know how many times I’ve tried to bring him home to dinner over the last two weeks?  Do you have any idea what it would have been like if I had managed to do it?  Now I don’t dare do it.”

 “It might be awkward at first, but it won’t be difficult.” 

“And just why is that?”

 “Because he knows.” 

“He knows?” 

“ When you got up and left he made the comment that it wasn’t like you to behave like that and he wondered what the problem was.  I told him you were probably upset because you had just found out that your wife was a whore.  He knew right away what I was saying.”

  “Great, just fucking great.  I suppose the next thing that you are going to tell me is that the reason you didn’t follow me out of the bar and come home is that you spent the evening fucking Sam.” 

Daphne looked down at the table and said, “He is one of my customers.” 

I looked at her like she was from another planet.  “I find out you are a whore.  I get up and leave.  Instead of getting up and rushing home you stay and fuck my best friend.  Then you come home and tell me you really love me and don’t want to lose me.  Isn’t that what you were supposed to rush home and say instead of staying there, fucking Sam, and then coming home?  You ruin the marriage and then say I might as well stay here and fuck up the friendship while I’m at it and then I’ll rush home?   I don’t have time for any more of this shit, I have to get to work” and I started to leave the room.

 “Billy, we have to talk.”

 “We can talk tonight when I get home.”

  “No we can’t, unless you want to wait up for me.”

 “See?  Even your fucking customers come first!” 

“Baby, you are the one who hired me to take care of Mr. Sterns tonight.  If I don’t go and because of it your company’s relationship with him turns bad Stan will hold it against you.  It’s your call.  Just say so and I’ll be here when you get home.” 

“Oh no Daphne, it’s your call.  I have to go to work” and I left.

When I got to work there were several messages from Sam waiting for me.  I really didn’t want to talk to him.  I know it was silly of me to hold it against him that he was fucking my wife, after all, to him she was a call girl, but when he fucked her last night he knew she was my wife and he fucked her anyway.  I told the receptionist not to put any calls from Sam through and then I buried myself in my work.  I hoped that I could stay busy enough so it would keep my mind off thinking about my own personal problems.  It worked, at least up to a point.  At eleven-thirty my secretary stuck her head in the door and told me it was time to go to the airport and collect Sterns which of course brought everything back.  The flight was on time and on the way to the Hilton Sterns was all business, but when I dropped him at the Hilton he said, “I suppose Stan made all the usual arrangements for me?”  I assured him that they had been even though I had no clue as to what Daphne was going to do. 

When I got back to the office my secretary handed me a stack of message slips from Sam and a look that said “please get him off my back.”  I called Sam and when he answered I told him to stop calling.  He told me that we needed to talk and I told him no we didn’t.  “A major part of my life went into the toilet last night and now is not a good time for me to be talking to anyone who had a part in it.”

  “Hey, that’s not fair and you know it.  I had no way of knowing that she was your wife.”

 “You knew it last night Sam, but you didn’t let it stop you then, did you?  Do me a favor and stop bugging my secretary” and I hung up.

 I some how made it through the rest of the day, but when I got off I didn’t really want to go home to what I was going to have to face.  I was on my second vodka tonic when Sam dropped into the chair across from me.  I looked over at him with a scowl on my face and he said, “Sorry to intrude old son, but I know you need someone to talk to right now and it needs to be someone who has seen you at your best and at your worst and that would be me.”

 I just looked at him, finished my drink and waived at the waitress for another.  Sam said, “Think back to three weeks ago when we were having our first meeting in this very bar, remember?”  

I nodded a yes. 

“You remember what you told me then, about this absolutely marvelous wife you had and how she just made your life perfect?  Remember saying that you couldn’t live without her?”  I just stared at him and he went on, “My point is this.  She has been doing what she has been doing for at least five years and up until last night as far as you were concerned she was the greatest thing since sliced bread.  Your life together has been perfect even with what she has been doing.  What has changed?  The only thing that changed is now you know something about her that you didn’t know before last night.  What she has been doing hasn’t had a single adverse effect on your marriage for the however many years she has been doing it.  The only thing that has changed since last night is how you are looking at her now.  You are looking at her and imposing your views on morality on what you see.  The only thing you should be seeing is that what she has done hasn’t hurt your marriage one little bit.”

 I stared down into my drink and he went on, “Have you talked with her yet?  Do you have any idea why she is doing what she does?  Have you even considered the fact that it doesn’t matter because she has obviously been keeping you happy in spite of it?”  I shrugged and shook my head no.  “Best get your head out of your ass son or you could lose what you already told me is the best thing to ever happen to you.”

 I looked up from my drink, “The problem Sam is how do you and I get past last night?”

 “I ain’t making no apologies son.  You already know how I feel about the lady.  If you dump her I’ll be after her in a heartbeat and even if she stays your wife as long as she is selling, I’m buying.  If that means we don’t talk again so be it, but we never let something like that get in our way before.  When we were haunting the bars in Saigon we shared the same lady lots of times.  Granted that none of them were our wives, but you and I both know that a lot of them were somebody’s wife.  Anyway, think on it son.  Got to go” and Sam got up and left me sitting there and staring into my drink.  He was absolutely right in most of what he said, but that still didn’t mean that I could accept what Daphne had done.

When I got home there was an envelope propped up on the kitchen table with my name written on it.  It was short and to the point:

“ Bill - I spent all day agonizing over whether I should stay home so we could talk or to go and take care of your customer.  In the end I decided I could not be responsible for ruining our marriage and also ruining your career.  Sterns will get my absolute best.  He may want me all night and since I don’t have to pretend to be at an Avon party anymore I may be real late.  I love you - Daphne.”

 I sat around jumping channels and sipping Vodka until midnight and then I went to bed with no more idea of where Daphne and I were headed than I’d had that morning.  When the clock went off in the morning I was alone in bed and a quick check of the spare bedroom and the living room couch showed that Daphne hadn’t come home that night.  She still wasn’t home by the time I had to leave for work.  At nine my secretary buzzed me and told me that Sterns was there to see me.  We took a tour of the plant and I showed him the new machinery we had installed that made it easier to fill his orders quickly.  We checked the status of his two current orders and I was able to show him that we were ahead of schedule.  He told me that he was staying in town for the weekend visiting family and that his daughter was waiting for him in the parking lot.  As I walked him to the car he said:

 “Stan called me last night to see that I had been taken care of properly.  I guess I have you to thank for the young lady and I guess I need to stay in your good graces from now on.”

 I asked him why and he told me that he was so impressed with the woman I’d arranged for him that he had broken a long standing habit of letting others handle such things for him.

 “I asked her for her number so I could make sure I got her the next time I came to town, but she wouldn’t give it to me.  She said she only worked through certain people and that I would have talk to you the next time I’m in town.  I intend to use that lady exclusively from now on so don’t you dare lose that number.” 

Great!  Just what I fucking needed.  On top of everything else I would have to be my wife’s pimp!  And to make things even more joyful for me, if Sterns had mentioned to Stan how happy Daphne had made him Stan was also going to want me to give him Daphne’s number.  The problem there is that he knows Daphne.

Daphne’s car was in the drive when I got home from work, but the house was strangely quiet.  Usually when I came home and Daphne was there either the TV or the stereo would be blasting away.  I found Daphne sitting up in bed reading a book.  She marked her place, set the book down and waited for me to say something.  I stared at her for several seconds and then asked her the question that had been most on my mind, “Why?”

 There was no hesitation in her answer, “Because I love sex.  I love to fuck and I love experiencing the different ways that men have of engaging in sex.  I like the variety in cock sizes; big, small, skinny, fat, circumcised or uncut.  I’m intrigued by the different tastes of cum, by the different ways different men eat my pussy.  In short - I’m a slut!”

 She saw my facial expression and she quickly said, “No, I don’t mean that you aren’t good in bed and that I had to go outside the marriage to find a better lover.  What I needed was more than you could give me and that’s not a shot at you either.  I’m not stepping on your ego here.  It doesn’t matter how good a lover you are baby.  You are just like all other men in that you have certain limitations; you can only get it up so many times before it just won’t get hard anymore.  The problem is that by the time you can’t do it anymore I’m just hitting my stride.  There were nights when you made love to me four or five times before you had to stop and I wasn’t near ready to quit.  For the past five or six years it seems like the more sex I get, the more I want.  Billy, if you quit your job and stayed home to do nothing all day but fuck me you still couldn’t give me enough before your dick quit on you.  I’m sorry baby, but that’s just the way it is.”

 Daphne said she wasn’t stomping on my ego, but of course she did.  What man, told that he can’t satisfy his wife, wasn’t going to have his ego hurt?

 “But why become a whore?  Why didn’t you just take a lover?  Why didn’t you come to me, tell me the problem and ask me if I wouldn’t be willing to open up the marriage or something?  Why couldn’t you have at least talked to me about it?”

 “As far as the last question is concerned I thought about it, but where would it have left me if you had said no?  As far as taking a lover was concerned it wouldn’t have worked.  You know me Billy; you know how I am.  Taking a lover would have meant emotional involvement and I don’t want to be emotionally involved with anyone but you.  Whatever else I’ve done I still love you and only you.  Becoming as you put it, a whore, is not something I planned on doing, it just happened and once it started it seemed to be what I needed; no emotional entanglements, plenty of variety, and enough sex to keep me happy.”

 “What do you mean ‘it just happened?”

 “It was on your vacation five years ago.  We made love four times one night and twice the next day and I was trying to get you up for another go, but you just couldn’t get hard for me.  I had an Avon party that afternoon and I was still hot and horny when I got there.  The women were in rare form that day and the conversations were super raunchy, probably because there were two men there that day and the girls were trying to embarrass them.  All the raunchy talk made me even hornier than I’d been when I got there.  At the end of the party one of the two men came up to me and offered to buy five hundred dollars worth of product if I would have sex with him.  I laughed at him and told him what my commission on five hundred in sales would be and told him that even I knew I was worth more than that.  He said to forget the product and take the five hundred just to have sex.”

“ I just looked at him and he smiled back at me and told me that he had been watching me all night and he had never seen a woman who wanted to fuck as much as I did.  He said he could read it in my face and in the way I moved my body.  He told me that he knew I was horny and ready to fuck so why didn’t I just take the money.  I honestly thought he was just kidding with me and so I held out my hand to call his bluff.  I was surprised when he pulled out a roll of bills and counted out five one hundred-dollar bills onto my palm.  I tried to give it back to him.  I told him I was a married woman and that I couldn’t do it.  He refused to take his money back.  He told me that I was a businesswoman and that I should have known that when he made his offer my putting my hand out was accepting that offer and that he wasn’t letting me out of the deal.  He wasn’t bad looking and I was still horny as hell and the absurdity of the situation seemed to make it all that more exciting and so I said why not and I followed him to a hotel.  He fucked me three times and I left him, still horny, and came home to you.  You fucked me twice that night and then once the next morning and then you took off to play golf and left me still wanting more cock.”

“ I was in bed using my rubber cock on myself when the phone rang.  It was the man from the night before and he wanted to know if I was up for doing some more business.  He said he had a friend that he’d told about me and the friend wanted to hire me.  I met him at a hotel and he and his friend fucked me almost non-stop for five hours.  I came home with a thousand dollars in my purse and I was sexually satisfied for the first time in a year.  From that day on I never looked back.  I never looked on it as possibly hurting our marriage or hurting you.  You didn’t know about it and I was still giving you all you could handle and I still loved you as much or more than ever.”

“You had sex with two men at once?”

“I’ve had sex with as many as seven men at the same time.  I don’t do it often, maybe only once a month, but it is the only time that I am truly sexually satisfied.”

I just stared at this woman that I didn’t know anymore.  My wife getting gangbanged once a month?  Unbelievable, just fucking unbelievable!  “Why bother with the money then?  Why didn’t you just go out and pick up guys?  I would have thought you could get all the dick you could handle if you just gave it away.”

“Quantity is not necessarily a good thing.  Being indiscriminate can get you disease and other bad things.  The money controls things.  It takes a certain class of men who can part with five hundred just for a few hours of sex so the amount keeps out the riff-raff.  And even those who can afford my fee can’t necessarily come up with it on a weekly basis and that keeps down frequency which in turn prevents emotional entanglements.”

“It hasn’t worked where Sam is concerned.  He wants to marry you and he flat told me that it wouldn’t break his heart if I tossed your ass out on the street.  He says he would be after you in a heartbeat.”

“Sam is sweet, but he knows I won’t marry him.  I made it plain to him last night that I love you and regardless of what happens with us that isn’t going to change.”

“What about all the money?  What do you do with it?”

“In the first place it isn’t anywhere near what you think it might be.  Contrary to what you may think I do not have a client list of thousands.  I have thirty-two men on my client list and I usually only see two and sometimes three a week.  I haven’t taken on a new client in over a year and the only reason I took on Steans was because of you and I only agreed to see you because Sam asked me to.”

“ It doesn’t sound like you think much of Stearns, but he sure thinks the world of you.  He told me that you told him he had to go through me the next time he came to town and he warned me not to lose your number.  He was also curious as to why you wouldn’t give him your ass.”

“I don’t give anybody my ass Billy.  That I keep for you and you alone.  As far as the money goes I have some in the bank for a rainy day, but the rest I spend on you and the kids.”

“You spend it on me?”

“ You think that Rolex President on your wrist came from the sale of perfume?  That titanium driver I gave you for your birthday sure didn’t come from soap sales.  I gave both of the kids the money for the down payments on their houses and I have given them help whenever they need it.  I’m not in it for the money Billy - I’m in it for the sex.  Like I told you, the money is just a way to control things.”

I sat there shaking my head and she said, “What’s going to happen to us Billy?  What are you going to do?”

“I don’t know, but until I figure it out I’ll be sleeping in the spare bedroom.”

Just as I reached the doorway she called out, “Billy?”  I turned to face her and she said, “Whatever you decide don’t ever doubt the fact that I love you.”  I turned and left the room.

It was a fitful sleep I got that night.  Images of Daphne sliding up and down on a cock while she chanted “five hundred dollars please, five hundred dollars please” played against Sam’s voice saying  “I’ll take her, I’ll take her” and Sterns saying “Next time I’m here, next time I’m here.”  Finally I felt someone climb into bed with me and Daphne sat on my cock and as she rocked back and forth she crooned, “You don’t have to pay, you don’t have to pay, you don’t have to pay.”  I sat up in bed in a cold sweat and shook off the nightmare and then I got up and went down stairs to make a pot of coffee.  I was sitting on the deck watching the sun come up and wondering why life sucked when I heard Daphne moving around in the kitchen.  She must have known my mood and she knew enough to stay away from me and leave me alone.  Even though we were both home that day we managed to stay out of each other’s way and I spent most of the day doing household chores.  I changed the oil in both cars and then rotated the tires, but no matter what I did to try and keep myself occupied I could not get Daphne and what she had been doing out of my mind.  That night was another one of tossing and turning and having strange dreams about Daphne and other men.  When I had the one where Stan was handing me a list of the clients he wanted Daphne to service I woke up in a cold sweat.  I left the house at six for my standing golf date and on the course I had both a good and a bad day.  My drives were awesome because every time I hit the ball I was hitting one of the assholes who had been fucking my wife and I bashed the hell out of the ball.  But when I got on the green I saw the cup as Daphne’s cunt and I just couldn’t get the fucking ball to go in.  Driving home from the golf course I made a decision and I took out my cell phone and made a call.

When I got home I told Daphne that I had decided what was going to happen, “But first I want you to go upstairs and take a shower.  Then I want you to put on thigh highs and high heels.” 

“Why” she asked.

 “Just humor me and do it.” 

She looked at me for several moments and then she went upstairs.  When she came down half an hour later I had her sit down on the couch. 

“First, you have no idea of how bad you have totally fucked up my life.  I don’t know if I will be able to keep my job or not.  Sterns expects to see you every time he comes to town from now on and I just can’t see myself being your pimp.  Sterns has already told Stan what a marvelous time he got from you so Stan is going to want your number so he can use you for other clients.  How do I tell him I can’t give it to him?  If I was to give it to him how could I face him and the others I have to work with every day knowing that they all knew that my wife was the company whore?  And what happens if I don’t give Stan your number and I don’t set you up with Stearns the next time he comes to town and he gets pissed and cancels his business with the company.  No baby, you have totally fucked me career wise.  And that’s only half of it.  You have already told me that I can’t satisfy you so I know you aren’t going to stop.  If you did the lack of sex would eventually make you bitchy and irritable and the arguments between us would get steadily and steadily worse.  So, I’m left looking at the fact that if we stay together I am going to have to live with the fact that my wife fucks other men and I don’t know if I can.” 

Daphne started to say something and I held up my hand, “Not until I’m done.  I don’t know that I can handle knowing that on any given day I am not going to be the first man in you or for that matter, the last.  Once upon a time, when I was a frightened young kid who didn’t know if he would live to see the end of the week, I was able to share women with another man.  But that was thirty years ago and the women were prostitutes and I had no emotional attachment to them.  So what we have to find out now is whether or not I can handle it.”

 I took a breath and then yelled out, “Sam?”  Sam came out of the den and I looked at Daphne, “First, I can’t have you charging my best friend, at least not as long as we are still together.  Now, what the three of us are going to do is go upstairs and find out if I can handle sharing you.  If I can, we just may have a chance.  If I can’t, I’ll be out of here in the morning.”

 Daphne looked from me to Sam and then back to me and got a devilish grin on her face.  “Oh you’ll handle it lover, I’ll make sure of that” and she got up and headed for the stairs.  When she reached them she turned to look back, “Well come on boys.  What are you waiting for?  Let the games begin” and she headed up the stairs.  Sam and I looked at each other and then we followed her.