Both Bessie and I had pretty wild teenage years and even into our mid-twenties, although we went out together, we were both still seeing other people.   I decided that I wanted something more permanent including the trappings of a mortgage and kids.  I took Bessie out for a nice meal and dropped the question.  To my horror and embarrassment Bessie said she would think about it, leaving me knelt on the floor holding the ring.

It was almost a week before we were out together again.  I knew she had seen Calum earlier in the week and had probably been fucked again by him.  As we sat with our drinks, I asked had she had any thoughts on my question.  Bessie said she had but wasn’t sure she could forsake all others.  She said that if I was prepared to have an open relationship, then the answer was yes, if not it was no.  As much as I didn’t want her with others, I still put the ring on her finger.  Bessie’s family was happy and thought that she was going to finally settle down.  I really hoped so.

It was just three months later when we tied the knot.  Little did I know that Calum had fucked Bessie on the morning we got married, in her wedding dress.  After the honeymoon things seemed to settle into a rhythm.  I was enjoying life, thinking I had it all.  It soon hit me hard when one evening when I came home from work to hear the sound of people making love, and one of those people was Bessie. It hit me that Bessie was making the most of our open marriage.  She eventually came downstairs and let some scruffy lad out the front door.  She was barely covered by a pair of panties and a bra.   She could see my disappointment.  I wanted to say something, but we had an agreement, so I bit my tongue.

Within four evenings it happened again and to make it worse just after the lad had gone, she asked if I wanted to lick her out.  I went upstairs to the spare room where I lay on the bed sobbing to myself.  I wondered if Bessie had realized just how much it hurt, as it didn’t happen again, well not for five weeks.  Then it wasn’t one lad coming down the stairs, it was two of them.  I told Bessie once they had gone just how much it hurt that my wife was fucking other lads.  She just reminded me of our agreement before we married.  I had thought of trying to reverse the situation and bring home other girls, but I just couldn’t do it.

This went on for a long time.  As Bessie reached her thirty third birthday, I asked her what she wanted.  She quickly replied that she wanted a baby.  I had never given a thought to kids especially as Bessie was still fucking around.  I made it quite clear that if she got pregnant and I had the slightest thought that it might not be mine, I would kick her out.  I think Bessie thought I would never do it.  As a symbol she threw her pills in the waste bin in front of me.  Two nights later she was in our bed again with Calum when I got home. 

I crashed into our bedroom while Calum was banging away at my wife and took out a suitcase and started to pack her things.  Bessie quickly pushed Calum out the door and pleaded for me to stop packing her stuff and throw her out. She pleaded saying that she was still covered this month and couldn’t get pregnant, and it was her last fuck before being faithful.  I relented, silly me.  I never actually caught her fucking but still had my suspicions.  Then four months later she announced that I was going to be a dad.  I was excited but also wary as I still wasn’t convinced that she had been faithful.

Bessie gave birth to a beautiful baby girl.  I fell in love with her immediately she was born.  I was in for the birth, and it was beautiful.  It was a little over eight months when Bessie again declared that she was pregnant.  I guessed that there was little time for Bessie to have been impregnated by anyone else as our daughter kept her pretty busy.  Time just flew past for me, and Bessie was soon back in the maternity wing giving birth to our son.  I was over the moon and thought that our family was complete.  Bessie though otherwise and ten months on she was pregnant again. 

Shortly after our second boy was delivered, I talked with Bessie, and we agreed that I would have the chop for financial reasons.  For those of you without kids they are a huge drain on your income.  Besides the money we had a perfect family.  Why the hell did I opt for the chop.  Talk about painful.  Anyway, it was done and eventually was told I was now firing blanks.  It was a total shock when a while later Bessie declared that she wanted a fourth child.  I pointed out that I was now unable to provide her with any more children.  She just said that we were still in an open relationship as far as she was concerned.  I was angry, sad and God knows what else I felt.

During the years when Bessie was having children, I had met a beautiful woman.  She was divorced.  Her crappy husband divorced her when they found out she couldn’t have children.  As much as I liked Ruth, I had resisted sleeping with her and had just stayed friends, and here was my wife talking about not only sleeping with other men but also getting knocked up by one of them.

My parents knew what was going on with Bessie as I had told them.  My father was a solicitor and told me to get DNA tests done for out kids.  I was relieved when all three come back as mine.  Then it started again, when I came home and either my parents or her parents had the kids, she was in our bed again with various men.  Calum was again a regular, thinking it was his right to fuck my wife.  I even heard him laughing about it.  I talked with my father about what I intended to do, and he said it was dodgy and tried to talk me out of it.

I managed to catch up with Calum and asked if he enjoyed fucking my wife.  He laughed saying yes.  I told him that Bessie’s birthday was coming up and the Saturday before the kids would not be home and if he wanted to bring his mates round, they could give her a bloody good shagging.  Calum laughed again and said he wouldn’t miss it.  I found another of the lads she had shagged her and told him the same.

Saturday afternoon I moved the kids to stay the night with Ruth.  It was the first time they had met Ruth, but they bonded with her straight away.  I was soon back home and set up restraints on the bed tied to the headboard.  I played up to Bessie saying that she looked good enough to eat.  It wasn’t hard to get her up to bed and in a rather sexy pink nighty.  As she lay on the bed, I slipped the restraints over her wrists and quickly tightened them up.  Bessie at first looked as if she was enjoying it saying it was a bit kinky of me.  Then when I slipped restraints on her legs and hoisted them up, so she was almost folded in half, she realized that it wasn’t fun and started to yell at me.

What she didn’t know was the final touch was a big ball gag.  I fastened it tightly.  Then I could see her face go through anger to fear.  She was struggling and I suggested that she might want to save her energy for later.  I had bought myself a new digital camera and sat working out how everything worked and took a few shots of her trust up.  It was now that I spotted that she had some panties on that matched the nighty.  I really didn’t want to release her feet and risk getting kicked so I went to the kitchen and returned with a pair of scissors.  There was absolute fear on her face.  She almost looked relieved when I cut her panties off and pulled them from under her arse.

I gave them a quick sniff as this would be the last time I would see or smell her pussy.  Then I threw them in the bin and returned the scissors to the kitchen.  We didn’t have to wait long before the doorbell rang.  I welcomed the lads in.  There was four of them and I led them upstairs to the bedroom.  At least two had been there before and already knew the way.  I told the lads that it was her fantasy to have a gangbang and not be in control.

In seconds the lads were stripping, and one had his nose up Bessie’s pussy.  I took a few photos before the bell went again and this time it was Calum with four mates.  I didn’t recognize any or these lads other than Calum.  When we entered the room the first lad was on her and hammering away at her pussy and telling the other eight lads how good and tight the Hoe was.  I took to sitting as I took photo after photo of the lads taking turns.  One went to remove the ball gag and I pointed out that she would say she didn’t want this. 

She started to complain but quickly had a cock deep in her mouth.  That shut her up.  She was groaning as they pounded her pussy.  She had given up arguing and struggling and just lay there taking cock after cock either in her mouth or pussy.  When it got to Calum the dirty bastard said it was a waste of time with her pussy as it was so wet and loose, and said he was going to take her arse.  She went to say something but the cock in her mouth stopped her.  Calum said that he had been in her arse before and slid his cock straight up her arse.  Bessie yelped even with the cock in her mouth.  Calum took it that she liked it and proceeded to pound her arse.  The next two lads also fucked her arse.  Now all the lads had fucked her once and some had also had blow jobs. 

The first few were getting ready for round two.  I had taken all the photos that I wanted and told the lads to leave.  I had to get angry and shout at them to get them to go.  They did all file down the stairs and out into the street.  I returned to Bessie and after packing all her belongings, I told her that I wanted her out before I returned the next afternoon.  I untied her and she collapsed totally exhausted on the bed.  There was spunk trickling from her pussy and arse.  I took a few final photos.  Besides calling me a bastard she remained still.  I told her that I had more than enough photos for a divorce should she try and fight me.  It was also no good saying she was raped as there was two bunches of lads that would swear otherwise.  Besides in some of the photos it looked like she was smiling.

Then I left her on the bed and drove around to Ruth.  That was the first night that I actually slept with Ruth.  The following day when I returned home Bessie was gone.  I changed all the bedding and started the washing machine.  Later I changed the locks on the front and back doors before returning to Ruth’s.   It was several days before I returned home with the kids.  There was no sign of Bessie having returned.  My parents helped with getting the kids to school and feeding them when I was at work and Ruth did what she could to help. 

My father got one of his solicitor friends to draft up divorce papers.  I heard that she had moved in with her parents, so I had the papers served there.  It was almost four months before she turned up wanting to see the kids.  I allowed her half an hour and suggested that it was disruptive for the kids.  It was clear that Bessie was well pregnant, whether it was that night or another of her nights sleeping around I will never know or to be honest care.

Bessie visited three or four more times and then stopped visiting altogether.  My divorce went through uncontested, and I married Ruth.  I heard Bessie had not only that baby, but also two more and is living with a man who fathered her latest one.  Fortunately, she is far enough away not to bother us.  Just to make sure we sold both houses and moved, not far but far enough.

Sorry this is so long, and yes I was a bit of a shit, but if you had been through what she put me through you would have done the same.  My parents love our kids and Ruth and I love them to bits and each other.  I’m glad that I saved myself for Ruth. I now have a perfect family.