Mistress Monique
Copyright© 2014 by Dapi Editor
Chapter 3
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 3 - An introverted wife who wants to make changes in her life and what happens when she makes the changes.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Light Bond Interracial Exhibitionism Voyeurism
Bob hugged his daughter "Take care, Kat." and, watched as she drove off.
He sighed, "Well, I better take care of things. I've put them off too long." He entered the house and went to his home office. An hour later and he had cancelled his wife's credit cards, her mobile phone and her online bank accounts. He'd also made an appointment to have the house listed and taken care of a few other things.
He looked down at his list, checked off everything that was completed and headed out to take care of the next items on the list.
Bob spent the next hour at the bank, closing out his, his wife's and their joint accounts. He removed the contents of his safe deposit box, packed everything into his briefcase and walked across the street to open new accounts in his name.
His next stop was Crazy Eddie's Used Car Emporium. He'd had his eye on a grey Ford pick up that was on the lot. He and Eddie dickered for a bit and they finally agreed on a price. Paperwork was filed, Bob shook Eddie's hand, Eddie made a big deal of checking to see that all his fingers were still attached, he passed Bob the keys to the pickup and took possession of Maddy's Volvo. As Bob drove off the lot, he smiled. He'd never liked his wife's car...
Once home he poured two fingers of dark rum into a glass, topped it up with coke, ice cubes and a slice of lemon, sat down in front of his computer and began cruising the darknet. Three hours, a home delivery pizza and another rum and coke later, his shopping spree was finished. Bob was careful to leave no tracks, paying everything off in bitcoins, routing all downloads through a untraceable VPN and sending all of his physical purchases to a secure mail dropbox.
Done with his day, he climbed the stairs, took a shower, laid on his bed, stared up at the darkness and cried...
The next day, Bob was up bright and early. Today he was going to toss all of Maddy's things. He started on the closet, stripping her dresses off the hangars and stuffing them into plastic garbage bags. He started in on her shoes.
"What's this?"
He opened the shoe box to discover a collection of CD's and DVD's. He opened another box and another. They were full of paperbacks-erotic porn, romances, bodice rippers, softcore...
"Maddy, you've been holding out on me!" he exclaimed.
In a frenzy Bob began sorting through boxes, tossing the shoes in a pile and stacking up the CD's, DVD's and books. Finished, he sat there and looked at a veritable treasure trove of feminine porn. "Bloody hypocrite!" he muttered. "Too shy to talk about her needs!" He angrily knocked the stack over.