Becoming A Slut Husband: Rob

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Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, Cheating, Slow, .

Desc: Sex Story: An overheard conversation changed his life.



It had been a long, hard, but very satisfying evening. It had started out with one hell of a good blow job, followed by my eating a baby smooth bald pussy and then a hot fuck session. We then eased into a sixty-nine until I was hard again and then she mounted me and rode me reverse cowgirl until we both came. A short break to catch our breath was followed some more sixty-nine and then one more hot, hard fuck before it was time for me to go.

In the afterglow of sexual exhaustion Stella said, "Jesus, a body would think that you never got any at home the way you go after me when we are alone."

That's because I don't sweetie I thought to myself, I don't even get a sniff of pussy at home. I didn't tell Stella that, just as I would never tell her that it was my choice that I didn't get any at home. Why waste my time on a woman who didn't really want me when I had a host of sexy young secretaries and file clerks I could try and seduce.


I got in on a hot dot com when they were all the rage and one day another of the investors, a guy I trusted to know those things, called me on the phone and told me that it was time to get out. I followed his advice and made a bundle before the crash. Next, he called me and asked me to join him in a real estate deal and five months later we sold the property to a company that wanted to build a high-rise and I tripled my investment. Next Tim took the money and put it into land and nine months later a developer bought the land from us to build a gated community. Tim kept doing things with the money and like Topsy the money just kept growing.

One day I sat down and took stock of things and saw that I was a millionaire five times over. At that point I pulled out my money and used it to set myself up in business. I started out with five employees in a small warehouse and three years later I owned a five-story office building, had one hundred and ten employees and a net worth of over eleven million dollars.

Suddenly, the guy who couldn't get laid in a whorehouse if he walked in waving a hundred-dollar bill was very popular with the ladies. I wasn't dumb, I knew what they were after and for a long time I played them while they tried to play me.

And then I met Audrey. Tall at five nine and perfectly proportioned, she exuded class and I fell ass end over teakettle in love with her. At first I was as wary of her as I had been of all the others. Just because I was in love didn't mean I had to be stupid, but Audrey did not seem to care that I was worth millions. In fact, Audrey didn't seem to care about me at all. It took me almost nine months to land her.

Six years went by and I thought we had a pretty good marriage until one day a freak occurrence of atmospherics combined with a left over from my early life and severally disabused me of that notion. In my younger days I had been a volunteer firefighter and everywhere I went I had a pager on my belt and a scanner in my car. When I stopped fire fighting I took the scanner out of my car and set it up in my basement workshop and out of habit I would listen in on the calls while I did my woodworking.

One day as I was cutting pieces for a cedar chest I was building I heard:

"... and the fool is as healthy as a horse."

"So what are you going to do?"

"I don't know. Maybe I should try to fuck him to death. The only problem is that I can barely stand him."

The first voice was Audrey's and the second voice was that of her best friend Hillary. Hillary was an absolute slut and didn't even attempt to hide it and I didn't like her; never had and never would, but she had been Audrey's friend since grade school and there wasn't anything I could do about it. They were talking on cell phones and conditions were just right for the scanner to pick up their conversation. Since she was on her cell that meant Audrey was probably out by the pool working on her tan. I quickly opened my briefcase and got out the micro cassette recorder and hit the RECORD button.

"Hey girlfriend, you wanted his money, you have to take the good with the bad."

"I'd rather take the money. The idiot adores me and ain't that a kick. I thought for sure I would catch him fucking some slut and clean him out in the divorce. The private detective followed him for a month, but all he found was that my hubby hurries home to me every night. Know where I can hire a hit man?"

"Whoa up there Aud. You don't want to go and do something stupid. You are living a life of ease and luxury, enjoy it."

"How can I enjoy it? I was used to having sex with three or four guys a dozen times a week and the best I can get out of doofus is a couple of times a night, three or four nights a week. I'm dying here Hill. I don't dare go out and get my ashes hauled the way I need it because I can't chance Rob finding out. If he did I'd lose everything. I have to find a way to get rid of him."

"All I can sa..." And it faded out.

I sat there staring at the scanner and I was devastated. I loved her and all she was was another money grubbing bitch. Not just any money grubbing bitch, but one who wouldn't mind seeing me dead.

I was devastated, I was heartbroken, but I was also pissed and a pissed off Rob was usually bad news for whoever it was that pissed him off. When your mind isn't letting you give your full attention to what you are doing when you are working with sharp tools it is always a good move to stop. As I put my tools away I started thinking of what to do about my new situation.


When thinking of what to do to two things came immediately to mind. The first of course is that Audrey only wanted my money and the second was that she wasn't getting all the sex she wanted. Rolling those two over in my mind I came up with the basics of a plan. She wasn't getting all the sex she wanted? I would just see to it that she got even less. As far as the money was concerned I would see to it that she had gradually less and less to spend.

I had fallen for Audrey like the proverbial ton of bricks and while I was all gaa-gaa over her I wasn't brain dead and I did get a pre-nuptial agreement signed. The pre-nup she signed had been generous. If she left me she got nothing. If I left her she got fifty thousand for every year we were together. The exception was infidelity. If I cheated on her the pre-nup was void and she could go for what she could get. If she cheated she was out on her ass without a dime. She couldn't take anything with her but what she brought to the marriage and that amounted to some clothes and her maiden name.

I figured the problem would be a simple one to solve. I'd stop having sex with her. A woman used to having three or four men doing her a dozen times a week and who had to fall back on one man four times a week should be crawling the walls if she was getting nothing. Hopefully it would make her look for a playmate. The second thing to do was tighten things up on the money end. Audrey's easy life of leisure was about to take a hit.


First things first. On the chance that Audrey was serious about finding a way to get rid of me so she could get my money I moved to see that if it indeed happened there would be nothing there for her. I removed her as the beneficiary on my insurance policies and changed my will leaving everything to my two brothers and three sisters. On the off chance that I might die in a legitimate accident I did leave Audrey five thousand dollars so she would have enough to put down the first and last months rent and a security deposit on an apartment. All that done I made a copy of the tape and gave it to my attorney with instructions to give it to the police if I met an untimely end.

Next on the list was a trip to see a private detective. I chose a large firm because I was going to need a firm with a lot of manpower. I outlined my problem and explained what I wanted and asked if the firm could handle the job and I was assured that they could. What I wanted came in two parts. The first was that I wanted Audrey under surveillance from the time I left for work in the morning until I came home from work that night.

I wanted the house wired for video and sound. I didn't expect that Audrey would do anything at the house, but it would be good to know who she talked to and what was said. Hillary and several other friends visited often and what Audrey said to them could prove interesting. I told Hank, the man I was dealing with, that I didn't care what he had to spend in getting whatever we needed. I played the tape for him and pointed out the part where she said she was afraid to go after a lover for fear that I'd find out and I told him of my plan for pushing her into looking for a lover.

"She might get one of her friends like Hillary to allow her to meet someone at their place so you will need enough manpower to cover that possibility. For example say Audrey goes over to Hillary's and spends several hours and leaves. You will need to have enough coverage to stay on Audrey when she leaves and still have someone watching the house to see if a man leaves an hour later. Audrey may believe she is being followed and have the man already in place when she gets there."

"We can handle that."

"Good. The second thing I need from you is just as important to me. You heard on the tape that she has a private detective following me. What I need is for you to watch my back. I want to know if and when someone is watching me."

"No problem. We can cover you and I'll also have my operatives watch out for anyone who looks like they mean you harm. Don't think that I didn't pick up on her references to wishing you gone."

I handed the man a check for one hundred thousand as a retainer and told him to let me know if he needed more.

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