"I'm so sorry to hear that, Mrs. White. I know it hurts, but it's not cheating now. He has your permission."
"But he wasn't careful. It was a coworker. I think he should be punished for that, but mostly I'm just hurting. Can I come up there and see you?"
"You mean like tonight?"
"Yeah, or not. Listen, if you're too busy..."
"Nope, just checking my calendar and I'm all yours tonight. I'll send a limo for you. That will remind him to stay in line. Besides, I don't want you driving in this emotional state. You're at home?"
"Yeah, at home and a little drunk."
"Start packing. I'll send a sitter to the school. I'll call you with her name when I know it."
"I'm sorry to be such a bother, Ky."
"Don't be. It will be good to see you."
An hour later, I was alone in the luxury of a big limo on the road between St. Louis and Chicago with an ETA of around 7 PM. I wasn't exactly alone. The driver was the same woman who picked me up the first time that Kyra had sent for me, the first time that my husband had cheated on me. She recognized me first I think, but I wasn't in very good shape either time that I met her. I asked if she would let me ride up front, but she cited insurance reasons for not doing that. She offered to leave the window between us down so we could talk, and I accepted.
Margo was happy to talk with me about her kids, and her cheating husband, and how she gets a surprising amount of calls to chauffeur distraught women. I thought that she probably had a tan card. Kyra told me that those sisters, and their husbands, are in less influential careers, and that many will never get a blue card, but their small businesses benefit from our networking activities.
Margo received several phone calls during the trip, and when we got into Chicago, she drove to a hotel. "Room fifteen-forty, Ma'am."
I hadn't yet had dinner, but I'd stopped drinking during the trip and was sober. Kyra welcomed me and told me that room service would soon deliver two filet mignons. We enjoyed a good meal and we each had a glass of wine, but Kyra cut me off at one. I knew that when she suggested we stop drinking, it was best for me to agree, because she only does that when it's important.
"It never stops hurting when your husband is with another woman, Cath. It will hurt, even if you've deliberately sent them together. The best you can do is make sure he stays within the agreement."
"I know Kyra, but my husband didn't even try to keep me from finding out. He picked someone who shoved it in my face."
What she said next probably threw off a long rant about the bitch who sent me the email bragging about how easy it was to get him in the sack.
"Cath, have you ever noticed that you never refer to him by name? You always call him your husband, and it's so common for you that I do it with him, too. He has a name. It's Daniel, or maybe Dan, or maybe even Danny. I'm wondering if you always call him your husband, because you only see him as that, or maybe you only see yourself as his wife."
"God, Kyra. I never noticed it, but I guess you're right. I don't know why I do that. I don't think my world revolves around him, if that's what you mean. Especially not since I've joined the Last Wives Club. But even though we've got this new agreement, I guess I'm still not comfortable with it, especially since I haven't been able to improve our sex life."
"Well, a good sex life is a two way street, but you can turn onto other streets you know. What you and I have is good, but maybe it doesn't have the impact that sex with another man would have. Are you still against that idea?"
"I have to admit that I've thought about it. I don't want to do a petty revenge fuck, but maybe it would help to put things in perspective. Maybe another man would give me something that's been missing, and no, I'm not talking about a bigger cock, just..."
"...a little strange. You don't need to explain. We can get you safe men. The husbands of other sisters. It helps us keep them in line. But I've got an idea. Would you even consider Benedict? His bedroom manner might be a little strong for you, but you had a good time when I imitated him. He has a thing for women with your body type and I kind of owe him a favor."
"That's not a good idea, Kyra, I wouldn't want to fuck a guy who knows me. I was thinking more along the lines of someone I would never meet again."
"Well that's the thing, he wouldn't need to know it was you. And it would only be one time. That's a condition I would put on it. We do this little anonymous thing, where I send him sisters who wear a burqa. They can give him head through a little mouth slit. He knows not to raise it up above your boobs, which is all he really cares about anyway."
"Hmmmm. That sounds kind of fun. That's two things that turned me on in the past, wearing the burqa and being called a whore. Are you sure that you're okay with this, Kyra?"
"Absolutely, Cath. Better you than some stranger. It helps you, it helps me, it helps the club. Are you up for doing it tonight?"
"Tonight? I don't know about that, Ky. That seems a little rushed, and I already feel like I've imposed on you enough."
"Nah, it's no problem on my end. Let me call and see if he's up for it. He will be, I'm sure. I can just hang here and catch up on some club business until you get back. I really could stand to do that. The limo driver is on call all night, and we'll get a room for her when you get back. I really think this might be good for you. Shall I call him?"
"If you're certain it's okay, yeah, why not?"
"One other condition, Cath. You have to tell me all about it when you get back."
"It's a deal."
She got out her regular cell phone and made the call. "Hey, asshole. You in the mood to settle up tonight? Yep. I've got a hot one for you. You'll like her tits. Yep, she's our age. Yep, those too. Yep, anonymous. You know the rules. Okay. Have fun. Bye bye, dickhead. Love you, too."
She hung up the phone and turned to me. "It's all set. You'll get there around nine. You'll probably be on your way back in less than an hour. You've got time now to hop in the shower. I've got a burqa that will be perfect for this. You've got heels to wear? Good."
And just like that, I was preparing to fuck my best friend's husband. Since I would be hiding my face, the only makeup that I needed was bright red harlot lipstick. It's not a color I would normally wear, but Kyra supplied it because, "Benedict likes his dick to be smeared with red when he sticks it in your pussy."
She helped me prepare and, once again, I found myself walking through a hotel, feeling naked but invisible. Margo was waiting for me and only raised an eyebrow when I walked up to the car totally covered in a blood red burqa. She drove me to a gated mansion. I knew that Kyra and Benedict had money, but this place came as a shock. I was met by a butler who looked casually dressed, as if his evening had been interrupted, but he was not unpleasant as he escorted me up a grand staircase and to a bedroom on the second floor.
Benedict was standing and looking expectantly toward the door as the butler showed me in and closed the door behind me. He's a handsome man and I noticed that he had only barely thickened from the athletic young stud who married Kyra fifteen years earlier. I walked toward him and stopped two paces away.
"Show me the goods whore. I want to see if that bitch really is settling up with me tonight."
His words made me angry, embarrassed, and a little frightened, but Kyra had assured me that he would be mostly bark and very little bite. I rolled up the long hem of my robe to just about my navel. Kyra had told me to stop there and make him order me to lift it higher.
"Hmmmm. Not shaved. That's good." I had stopped shaving my pubic hair and was keeping it trimmed in a sharp V. This had pleased Kyra as she helped me prepare.
"I like a little hair. Not like that werebitch I married. But a nicely trimmed patch. Now the rest."
I rolled and raised the hem all the way to my neck, exposing my breasts and the rest of my lower torso.
"You've had children."
I tried not to respond at this rude reference to the damage childbirth had done to my body.
"That's what I like to see, proof that you cunts are doing what you're intended for. It makes you all the more alluring."
It was a very strange compliment, but despite my anger and humiliation, it felt good to be complimented.
"She was right about one thing. Those tits are great. They look almost too good to be natural. Are they?"
I nodded, both pleased at the second compliment and increasingly angry.
"Ah, a silent one. That means I might know you. This should be interesting. I've never met a woman who would only use her piehole for what it's good for, sucking cock and moaning from a good fuck. I'll just have to see if you're telling the truth."
He stepped forward and grabbed my breasts, squeezing them until I whimpered from the pain. He stopped immediately.
"Good," he said. "I like to know the whore hasn't lost all sensitivity. Turn around and raise the back."
I complied, holding the back of the hem up around my shoulders.
"Decent ass. You keep in decent shape for a MILF who's fast approaching her granny years."
Granny! I was only 39. Now I was really angry, but I could tell from the fire in my crotch that I was also responding to the compliments in his insults. He stepped up behind me and I could tell that his robe was open, by the feel of warm bare cock pressing between my ass cheeks. I hadn't seen it yet, but it felt enormous. His hands grabbed my waist and pulled me against him. Then they slid up my belly to my breasts. I tensed, expecting him to squeeze again, but he gently fondled my nipples, bringing them to stiff points. I could not help but let a soft sigh escape my lips.
"Well whore, it's clear that you're not a pro, but it's time to see what you know. This cock isn't going to suck itself. On your knees."
I dropped my hem, turned around and dropped to my knees. There it was, the largest cock I had ever seen in person. There were bigger cocks in the world. I had seen enough porn to know that. I'm terrible with estimating sizes, but it was at least two inches longer than my husband's and much thicker. Maybe not quite as big as Kyra's dildo, but every bit as scary.
I unbuttoned the one button in the center of my veil and opened my mouth so I could engulf the head. I'd watched some porn videos to learn what the stars do and his cock responded to my attempts by getting quite hard. I made sure I smeared the lipstick as far down the shaft as I could get it, gagging in the attempt.
"Not bad, whore. You could use a few lessons from that cunt who sent you here, but for an amateur, you're impressive. Now suck my balls."
My lips wandered down the shaft, smearing more lipstick. His cock and balls were looking quite red by the time he said, "On the bed now bitch."
I got up on the edge of the bed on my knees, making sure that I didn't kneel on my hem.