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HI my name is Dave and i just have to get this little tale off my chest. I'm not a writer. I'm not even a very good story teller but i hope that there is someone out there that might learn from my experience. I'm not especially proud of what i have done or how it turned out but i think in hindsight i couldn't have done anything else and kept my self respect.

First let me describe my wife and i for all you out there that must have a visual.

I am 32 5’11” and about 195 lbs. Dark hair, blue eyes, i'm fit but not beach body muscled. More bike rider fit. The most important thing about me that applies to this tale is my dick size. I’m average or maybe a bit longer. Ok im 7” and i can get my fingers to barely touch when i grip it but my wife Cindy can't touch her fingers when she grips.
I guess i have never thought about it much because there isn't anything i can do about it. It is what it is. I think i am a good lover and until this tale unfolded i thought that my wife was always sexually satisfied. Other than that i guess i fall into the average category.
I am employed by a leading aerospace company in middle management in the it dept. I make an average income and expect to retire at 30 years seniority. Real exiting right?

My wife Cindy is just 30 and a great looking woman. I have often wondered what i had done to deserve her.
She is 5’ 8” maybe 130 lbs on an off day. Flaming red hair and a figure to die for. Her tits are 36d with a thin waist and a cute bubble butt to go with her narrow hips and long shapely legs. She does yoga for exercise with a bit of weight training a few times a week. When i look at her all i can think to describe her is ‘walking wet dream’.
Our love life had always been frequent and very robust. Nothing was off limits to us. I did draw the line at sharing a lover or lovers as i felt that we didn't need the complication of multiple partners.

She works in sales for a small clothing company that sells specialty items to sports teams and the like. Mens and womens apparel. She does travel quite a bit but i had never had a problem with her or worried about her cheating. We had had that discussion when her employer told her that some travel would be part of her job. Our discussions were brief and to the point. I said that i couldnt and wouldnt allow her any freedom to sample any strange but i did say that i understood that she was a relatively young woman, human,and would be faced with temptation on occasion. When she asked me what i meant i said that IF she ever cheated on me and i found out, she's at the curb. BUT if she were to let me know beforehand i wouldn't but there would be severe repercussions. I said that this was not permission. She said that she understood and agreed. Up until now i trusted her without complaint

My wife and i had been married for ten years as my tale begins. Cindy had just informed me her quarterly sales had been down a bit so her office was informed of some added territories. There were many companies that had never been approached and her slower sales should improve. I didn't see a problem as she loved the challenge of opening new accounts.
I got the impression that she had something else to say so i waited for it. Then she dropped the bomb. HONEY I NEED TO TALK TO YOU ABOUT OUR SEX LIFE. She stood in front of me and said not to talk until she was done and then we could discuss it.
She said that she loved me and would always but her orgasms had been fewer and fewer for the last year until she couldn't orgasm with me when we made love. Cindy said that i had not given her any orgasms at all in three months and that she either went to bed without one or she got herself off in the bathroom after our love making.
She said that her doctor told her that most everything was ok down there but she might try a dildo that was larger than i was. She said that was a way to get a fuller feeling without resorting to another partner for relief. Then she said that her G spot was at the rear of her vagina and that she might consider an appliance for me or even try a larger partner.
Cindy said that when she talked to her girlfriend she told her of a shop that she bought her toys at and they had just what she needed. She had bought one that was 12” and for the first few times it worked like a charm but she couldn't get over the feeling that something was missing. Looking nervous as a pregnant nun in confession she asked me if i would allow her to have sex with another man to see if she could orgasm with a ‘live’ one that was as large. She also admitted that we had discussed this issue of extramarital sex in the past but she was asking if i would reconsider.
To say i was speechless was an understatement. I asked her to show me her new toy and she went to her suitcase and grabbed it. It looked just like my dick only 5” longer and so big around that i couldn't touch my fingers. Not even close.
I asked her who she could possibly know that could compare and she got red faced again and said that there was a man at a company on her next sales trip that was rumored to be as big. I handed the plastic dick back and asked if there were any other way than a live guy that would satisfy her? She started tearing up and said not that she could think of. I said that i would consider and give her an answer in the morning.
I tossed and turned in bed all night wondering if her claim of no orgasms was the product of boredom or maybe technique on my part? Was i too small to satisfy her anymore? Was she just curious? OR WAS MY WIFE SUDDENLY A SIZE QUEEN? Did she really need more to satisfy her?
Finally i decided to call her gynecologist in the morning to verify that there were no other issues. I also decided that as long as there was never any disrespect involved, never any remarks about my lack of size. I would let her try on Mr. big dick but that we would have another little chat after. A much more serious chat.
In the morning we both decided to take a day off to gather information. She called her doctor and asked her to give me answers to my questions. Well i did ask how and when this could happen to her and she said that Cindy's body was perfectly normal in most regards and that some women experience changes in their body that can affect their ability to be sexually satisfied. Sometimes these changes are minor but Cindy’s was extensive enough that she needed the extra size to stimulate both her clitoris and her G spot while she is copulating.
She also said that her G spot was further into her canal than normal so a penis that was shorter than 10” would not make this contact. In a nutshell i was no longer able to satisfy my wife. Cindy had told her doctor that she had not orgasmed in three months with our normal lovemaking. I thanked the doctor and hung up.
I had already decided that if her claims were true then i would allow this concession to her this once then to reevaluate her sexual response so we sat down over lunch to discuss how we would deal with this issue.
I asked her if he satisfied her would i be allowed to have sex with her. She teared up and told me that i would never notice any change to our sex life.
I asked if she was convinced that size was the root of her problem and she told me that she believed wholeheartedly that is was.
I then asked if her prospective man was clean and i could tell that she had not considered that but would insist that any partner provide proof before any sexual contact.
I then brought up the issue of birth control and she said that even though she was on the pill she would insist on condoms unless the man was sterile.
So i asked her if she had been in contact with her Mr big dick. She started crying and told me she was waiting for me to agree before she did. Then i looked at for about three minutes and whispered “do it”.
She almost collapsed in her chair and said “thank you”.
I then asked if she would set it up for this trip and she told me that she would let me know of her plans. I put my hand up and said i didn't want to know beforehand this time but only after. Then we would talk. She looked a bit nervous but said she would.
Even though i knew now that i couldn't satisfy Cindy we had a weekend fuckfest preceding her next trip.
I must have worn two or three layers of skin off my tongue, my dick and her clit that weekend. I kissed her monday before i left for work and said she probably shouldn't call me this trip as i was not in the mood to hear of her nights. I got a somber “ok i love you” as i left.
Three days later i heard the car door that signaled Cindys return home. I was apprehensive but hopeful that she had gotten this out of her system and had resigned myself that she probably had not, so depending on her reaction, i would consider letting her continue with her big dick therapy.
I honestly was surprised to hear her humming a tune to herself before she opened the door then saying loudly “HONEY I'M HOME!!!” I put my arms around her and gave her a welcome home hug and a long kiss before asking if her trip was successful. She gave me a ear to ear grin before saying that her trip was “very successful” i asked how her evenings were and she said that they were very successful also. I told her to not say anything else before she showered and we had dinner.
Dinner was a quiet time for me as i watched Cindy continue in her good mood. After we cleaned up we took our coffee into the family room i sat next to Cindy and said that it was time for our discussion.
For the first time since she had entered our home Cindy stopped smiling. I looked in her eyes for a full minute then asked her if she thought that her experiment had been a success. She said she had not orgasmed that hard and long in years. Maybe never. She said that he took things very slowly once she convinced him that he was much longer and thicker than she was used to and to not be disappointed if she could not take him all the way the first time.
“From the time of his entry i was moaning but when he hit my G spot i started to orgasm. I never stopped. It was like a rolling light show. When one orgasm was waning he would thrust harder and another would start. My pussy was so wet that my ass was sloppy wet from the over flow.

Finally he was near his orgasm and he thrust so hard that he was punishing my clit. When he did that i screamed so loud that he just stopped. I think that he believed that he had hurt me i couldn't stop shaking and then everything just went black. When i came to he had a wet cloth and was wiping my face. He asked me if i was ok and i just smiled.”
Cindy looked at me and said “I love you honey. Thank you so much for this. I know you must have been concerned for my love for you while i was gone”. She kissed me slowly and said that she wanted to show me how much she loved me.
She slid my zipper open and took my dick in her mouth. Normally just a quick suck would have had me hard but after two minutes of oral i was still soft.
The look of concern in her eyes at my lack of response must have given me away because her look changed from concern to fear. I think at that moment she realized that i was not ok with what we had done.
I had not spoken a word from the time she had started describing her fucking. But i think my eyes had explained my feelings. Sadness.
I knew that i would never make love to my wife again and feel her sense of being satisfied. I was doomed forever to being the second best man in her love life. She had tasted the equivalent of sexual steak and i was now the equivalent of a cheap burger. How could i compete to the earthshaking orgasms that she enjoyed in the past few days.
She had emasculated me as if she had just cut my balls off. I looked into her eyes and just said “i'm sorry” i got up and put my dick away, zipped up and said. “Would you like a drink? i think i want one.” she just said no and that she was tired and would i mind if she went to bed? I just nodded.
As i drank i went over what had happened. I had given my wife permission to give her body to another man. Did that make me a cuckold? I didn't feel like i thought a man would feel like as a cuckold. Did i feel anger at her for giving him something that i treasured? No but i did feel sadness in that i believed that he owned her pussy now because he could drive her better after only three days than i could have after ten years of practice. He had in only three days given her something that i couldn't for the past three months. An orgasm.
The remnants of my male ego had been shattered.
I went to bed in our guest room after checking on Cindy. She was sleeping soundly with a smile on her face. A smile that i had not put there. With a heavy heart i got my work clothes for work in the morning and went to the guest room to sleep alone. I knew Cindy would not say it to my face but i knew that i would never again make love to my wife with the same passion ever again.
I was awakened by the alarm and took care of my morning routine. As i was getting ready to go out the door there was still no Cindy so i peeked again in our room. She was still sleeping with the same smile and i had the impression that she was dreaming. I knew she had the day off so I slowly closed the door and left.
I don't know if i got any worthwhile work done that day. I was so preoccupied that i was on autopilot the entire day.
When i opened the door at home it smelled like dinner was well on the way. Cindy kissed me slowly and said that i was to shower, relax until she called me that it was ready.
We had a leisurely dinner but i could tell that she had something to tell me. She kept fidgeting in her seat and was a bit nervous the longer we sat. I didn't think i was going to like what she had to say but i wanted her to be the one to begin so i was just reacting to her dinner talk.
Finally with dinner over i helped her clean up and asked if she would like to talk about her trip some more over a glass of wine.
She agreed so we sat together in the den with our wine. I said that i would like to go first so i told her that i truly understood her problem and I wanted to know that my wife was satisfied sexually because unless she felt satisfied, i didn't feel like a competent lover anymore. I said that my problem the day before was, i felt, directly the result of the recent revelation of my not being able to satisfy her and that the success of her love making session with ‘mr big dick’.
I also gently berated her for not letting me know sooner that we had a problem in the bedroom. I was disappointed in her because she let our problem go till she was sexually frustrated. The fact that she had seen her doctor was a plus but still i was essentially the last to know. I looked her in the eyes and asked her a question
“Sweety what are we going to do now? In other words where do we go from here”?
Cindy said that she apologized for not informing me sooner but she was worried that the problem was her and that i would worry about her.
I could see conflicting emotions in her eyes as she said something i thought i would never hear from her. “Where we are going from here is this. Lover i love you but you don't satisfy me in bed. I have already contacted ‘mr big dick’ and I will be seeing him tonight in a hotel room. He is in town to deal with a vendor that they purchase belts from. He will only be here today and tomorrow morning. I didn't know he would be in town till i called him this morning and i agreed that we could see each other tonight. I also told him that we would have sex, and tonight would not be the last time. I want you both to be my lovers. You are my husband so i will never cut you off from the lovemaking that we have always shared. He will give me the orgasms that you cannot anymore.”
My heart was crushed at that moment. Not only was my wife ripping my heart out by telling me that she was going to have an affair, she had pretty much told me that it was a done deal. I was an official card carrying cuckold now. I now was officially second on Cindys list as a lover.
I asked her if she was sure, if she was sure that she wanted to end our marriage this way.
The wide eyed look she gave me made me falter for a second. Cindy yelled “We are not divorcing! We are staying married! I love you. This is about satisfying my sexual cravings ! Have you ever satisfied a craving for chocolate for instance or eaten at a certain restaurant because you crave the food they serve? This is no different. I don't love him. I love you but you can't satisfy me.”
I was stunned trying to think of anything to say. Finally i just said. “If you go to him tonight we will be done. I will not share your body with anyone. I was wrong in allowing you to proceed with your little experiment and i am saying now that if you go to him tonight, we are finished.”
I saw nothing but anger in her eyes. She stood up pulled her dress off and said “See this body? See these breasts? See this pussy? They belong to me! They don't belong to you. I am not a slave. I am not your chattel. I am my own woman. If you choose to divorce me because i choose to give myself the pleasure that you cannot then you don't deserve me.”
With that statement she said it was time to get ready to leave. She went to tle bathroom and soon i heard the shower start. I knew that if she went out the door tonight that we were done I couldn't abide sharing her body with another man. The complications that would entail were numerous. Possibly exposing myself to disease, her getting pregnant by him, the oath that we had made to each other to remain exclusive to each other were just a few things that had run through my mind.
Suddenly i had another thought. Cindy’s little tirade sounded a bit rehearsed like she had practiced it. Had she manufactured this entire scenario after finding out that her G spot was further down her canal than most women? Had she told me the truth that she couldn't orgasm with me? Was this a plan to cheat without hiding it from me? Most important was...DID SHE ACTUALLY THINK THAT I WOULD GO ALONG WITH THIS BULLSHIT WITHOUT COMPLAINT?... was I a wimp for letting her try her little experiment? She had thrown the gauntlet down and now i had to choose. Was i man enough to let her choose how many and how often men other than me were allowed access to what had been my private domain for ten years?
The shower had stopped and i heard her talking on her cell phone but couldn't hear well enough to understand. Cindy was in the bedroom when i found her. She had her suitcase open and was putting some clothes and underwear in. without looking up she said ”i'm going to spend the night with him tonight.”
“You have decided that you own my body and i will not allow anyone to possess what is mine to give or not to give. When i get home we will decide when or even IF i will allow you access to my body again. If you don't abide by these new rules then you can file for divorce”
“Good night Dave”
Then she left.

I had no way of knowing at that moment that i would never get a chance to speak to her again.

I sat in the den with a drink and mourned the end of what i believed were ten years of happy marriage. I went over the years and could find nothing, no moment, no trigger to the events of the last few weeks. I started to wonder if i was a bad lover. Was it my fault? Did i drive her away? I couldn't imagine why it took her ten years to figure out that i wasn't satisfying her sexually. What should i do? Did i even know who my wife was? I certainly don't know the woman that left me tonight. Should i kick her to the curb for finding out how to get an orgasm? Am i just being selfish because she has injured my male ego? These are the questions that ran through my mind all night.
In the morning i called work and asked for some of the comp time i had stored up. When asked when i would return i said by the end of the following week. I made myself a light breakfast, made coffee and decided to wait for her return so that maybe we could come to an understanding.
I decided that i could have come on a little strong when i forbid her to go to her ‘mr big’ for ”therapy”
I thought that if I could get some concession from her as to location. I would be ok with her seeing him on her business trips because i couldn't monitor her activities anyway. So as long as i didn't know when or where i would allow the sex to take place. In the future anything on the ‘home turf’ would be discouraged.
I wrote these things down so that i wouldn't accidentally forget something in our discussion.
It was late morning by then and i had not heard from her yet. I thought that they must have had a morning session also and she would be home after checkout time. I sat back in my recliner and closed my eyes to rest a bit. I wanted to be somewhat rested for our talk and since i hadn't gotten any sleep the night before i felt a nap was in order.
It was dark when i woke up. I lay there clearing my head and thought she must have come in while i was asleep. Searching the house i saw no indication that she had been there.
As a last resort i called her cell phone and it went right to voice mail. That said that her phone was off. I left her a message saying that i missed her and i did not want a divorce and when she came home we could talk. Then i hung up wondering what had stopped her from coming home. She said that ‘mr big’ was only supposed to be in town till this morning. Not coming to any conclusion i made a meal then showered and went to bed. I had never liked sleeping alone and tonight was particularly bad because of the way we had parted. I ran all kinds of scenarios through my head, none of them enjoyable, before i succumbed to sleep.
In the morning there was still no Cindy. I made some coffee then decided on breakfast waiting for her office to open. Maybe i could talk to her there. I felt that we could come to terms with this and move on with our lives. Even to a possible wife sharing arrangement. I wouldn't ever suggest that however but i was willing to bend if she would.
When i figured that she would be at work i called. I got a receptionist and she said that Cindy had not reported to work and had not called either. I asked to speak to her supervisor and was told that she had not called and he had not been in any type of contact with her since her return from her last business trip. He asked me if i had any idea as to her whereabouts and i said that we had had an argument and she had left the previous day but had not told me where she would be.
I started to get a bit apprehensive and asked him if i could get in touch with her customer to try and find out the names of the people she had been in contact with. He said that he would get on that himself because Cindy was in charge of a rather large territory and had many people that she might have been in contact with.
I gave him all of my contact info before hanging up and told him thank you and i would be in touch if i heard anything.
It was three days before i had anything.
I got a call three days later from a downtown hotel informing me that a car registered to me was in their parking garage and if i didn't remove it then they would have it towed because the owner had not registered at their hotel. Parking was free for their guests only. All other vehicles would be towed. I said that i didn't know of this as it was my wifes car. I told the guy that i would remove it immediately.
I found Cindys spare keys and called a cab. When we got to the garage i had the cabby circle around till i found her car. Paying the man i unlocked her car and got in. I wondered if she had trouble with it as it was an older model but it started right up. Maybe i'm a bit slow sometimes about certain things but i felt that something was rotten in denmark as my granny used to say. Looking around in her messy car i found the same suitcase that she had packed that night. Now i knew that something wasn't right . Cindy would never have went somewhere without a change of clothes. She couldn't stand to be dirty or smelly. She always had clean underwear on. She was was what i would call a borderline germaphobe. I had in the past teased her about this but just put it down to one of her little personality quirks.
I headed home with the memories of our happier times. The closer i got to home though the more worried i became. This woman that i thought i knew for ten years had left me with more questions at every turn. Where was she? What was she? Who was she?
When i arrived home i immediately opened her suitcase and started to inventory the contents.
7 sets of sexy panties
7 matching sexy bras
4 casual outfits
1 short little black dress
Her cosmetics bag (full)
Her other toiletries that a germaphobe woman would need
4 pair of shoes (two heels, one casual, one sneaker)
1 big flesh colored 12” dildo
1 bottle of anal eze (oh jeez she never would let me in there. She always said that it was a one way street)
A dozen or so pics of a black man with a donkey dick. The pics showed him soft and he was bigger than i was hard. (how did she fit that thing in her ass???)

That's it. It didn't look like she was only planning an overnight. Looked like she was planning at least a week. Also the anal eze told me that she wanted more than straight sex. Also this was a planned event. She must have purchased it earlier because the bottle had been used.
So what did i know:
My wife lied to me as to the extent of her sexual dealings. She said that she had vaginal sex. She didn't deny anal because the subject didn't come up. But still...
She lied to me about the overnight because she obviously had packed for an extended stay
She was having sex with a well hung black guy.

Quite frankly i doubted if i would at this point be interested in sex anymore with her. If she had him plowing her regularly i would not feel anything when i entered her anyway.
Nothing else. No plane tickets, no receipts, nothing that would give me a clue as to what might have happened.
At this point i was looking for some kind of support so i called her supervisor again. I asked him if he had any type of an update. He said that he had nothing. I told him what had happened with her car and what i had found. I asked him if he thought i should call the police. He said that he had some friends downtown and he would have someone contact me. He also said that i should not touch anything because it could be considered as evidence. This includes her car.

Forty five minutes later i answered the door to a local detective. She said that her name was Detective Karen Soros and she was handling this case of a possible a*****ion. She was too pretty and looked too young to be a police detective i thought, but who am i to judge. She was about 5’6” 110lbs hair color was black and shoulder length. She had a modestly cut dress on that tried to hide her ample assets but did a poor job. I was guessing 32 c maybe d cup and a cute bubble butt and a narrow waist.
Anyway she got all the pertinent information on Cindy. Height weight hair color what she was wearing when she left marks on her body such as piercings or tattoos (germaphobe said she would never let a tattoo needle near her body) when she had left, she asked me why i waited so long to report her disappearance and i said that i had been working with her supervisor at work and we had figured that she was off on a jaunt with her lover and would return …….the only question i didn't have an answer was the guy's name. But when i showed her the pic i said that i believed that this was him. The first words out of her mouth when she saw the pic was….HOLY SHIT HE WAS CRAMMING THAT THING IN HER?
She just shook her head then she apologised for her remark. I told her not to worry then showed her the anal eze. Her face got white as snow when she made the connection.
Finally she asked me where our computer was. Holy shit i forgot the computer!!!
I booted the laptop up and gave her our password. Almost immediately she was scanning the deleted emails (this chick knew her way around windows 10.) she went back to the beginning of the history and downloaded all the deleted emails to a thumb drive then started scanning forward till she noticed a series from a certain address. She opened the oldest first. It was from a bdulamba @***** it was a quick note thanking Cindy for showing her the latest line and promising her more time on her next trip. Kind of a thank you for her interest in his business. Standard stuff.
As the first few emails went it sounded innocent enough till about a year ago (sound familiar?) the tone changed dramatically. There were obvious references to sex and even a few out right descriptions of their nights. I gathered that Cindy had broken our marriage vows frequently and with gusto. Moving forward till recently there was even pics of their play. He seemed to like anal but she would only let him in the back door if she had at least two days to let herself shrink back up. At that point it was pussy only and the day before she cut him off. After seeing some of these pics i wondered why she was seemingly so tentative in asking me to let her ‘try’ a big dick. She had already been fucking this clown for months.
I asked the detective about this and she said “its simple. After you gave her permission she wouldn't have to hide the affair anymore.” Then she said “and by the way you can call me Karen.”
It was starting to get late so we gave it up for the night.Karen said that she would like to have Cindys car taken down town so forensics could search it for d**gs, prints, dna, and whatever evidence they could gather. I said no problem and surrendered the keys to her. She also grabbed the pictures and dildo for evidence. “ Dna evidence” she said..
Karen told me that her office would be contacting her employer in the morning to collect any personal effects including any electronic evidence that they might have. She also asked if i had any plans to leave the area. Surprised i looked her in the eyes and said,”not on your life.”

When morning came i was once again making coffee and thinking about breakfast when my phone rang. When i answered i heard a female voice asking if i was free for breakfast. It was Karen. I said “sure” and told her of a small restaurant that served a killer breakfast buffet. She said she was near there and would meet me in thirty minutes. I turned the coffee off, jumped in the shower and was out the door in twenty. I was a few minutes late when i drove up but Karen had just arrived also so we went in together.
After getting our food and sitting down at a secluded booth we chatted aimlessly till we had our coffee left to drink then she said,”Homeland Security has taken over your case”.
I was confused as to why when she started to explain. “Don't say anything till i'm done. The feds have been monitoring a particularly vicious bunch of terrorists from Somalia. They have some kind of fucked up agenda that is geared to infiltrating countries and trying to influence their governments with their money and gifts. Ultimately their goal is world domination with their own fucked up idea of dominating the citizens. Some countries have already been taken over but some, like ours want their government officials to be natural born citizens to combat this very thing. So it's a bit harder here. Think radical jihad here and you get the point im sure.
Well to put a long story short, one of the ways that they are financing this scheme is the training and selling white slaves. They usually pick an u******e girl kinda cute usually 8-18 with a distressed or no family and a***** her then they send her to a facility overseas where she is broken then trained. Sometimes they are purchased before training if ‘the merchandise’ is particularly desirable to some sicko with the money that likes to do his version of training.”
Karen looked me in the eyes and said “that is where Cindy is now. She has been taken to a training facility.”
I interrupted her briefly and said” i thought you said that they wanted young girls Cindy is 30 almost 31. She raised her hand for silence and said “ i said usually they want young girls but not always. Sometimes if the woman is exceptionally pretty they will snatch her.and if you think about it, she is already broken in to most forms of sex. The only thing that would be needed is some behavior modification. In some cases the customer takes over this task. They seem to enjoy breaking some suburban housewife that has never known a day in her life that she wasn't pampered.
I thought about that for a minute. This profile fit Cindy to a T.
“So what can be done?” I asked.
Karen looked at me, she seemed a bit conflicted and said “There is an international organization that has performed rescues of these girls or women but they are literally as bad or worse than these terrorists. If the customer does not pay the girl or woman will immediately be sold on the open market. And let me be clear there is a huge and growing international market for sex slaves.”
“So i guess it all boils down to two things” i said “ do i want her back and can i afford it.”
Karen gave me another look. She was trying to guess my mood at this point i think.
“I have one more question if i may. How did you find all of this out?”
Karen said “do you know those sex pictures in her suitcase and in her emails?” i nodded yes then she said “ H/S keeps a database of all suspected terrorist. Your wife's new big dicked boy toy was identified as belonging to these dirt bags. He has also disappeared. We suspect that he left the country with her. “
“We think that when she was talked into meeting him at the hotel she was a*****ed in the parking garage, d**gged then somehow they smuggled her out of the country and with bribes to airport officials she was smuggled into Somalia. I am not sure how many women or girls have been snatched in this manner but it must be hundreds maybe thousands. Times that by a quarter to a million US and you can see how this can be very profitable.”
I said “Karen what if i dont have the money or i simply wait for H/S to rescue her?”
She said” first there is the price. Normally they charge a flat million US before they even consider.after that it's for their “expenses” which normally run up to another million. Secondly H/S won't attempt a rescue unless the person has high value as in a federal official or family.” At this point their budget won't allow individual rescues. Because of diplomatic relations they have absolutely no way to access these unfortunate women and girls. Fucked up world isn't it?”
I just looked at her in silence for a minute. Then i said “she brought this on herself but how can i help her. More important can i help her?”
She said “in my opinion unless you have a couple million laying around, your wife is history. I'm sorry.”
I just stared at Karen as a tear slid down my cheek.
Finally she said that she was supposed to take me down to the local office of H/S so that they could give me the official version of what she had just laid out to me, so if i wanted, she would follow me home to park my car then take me to the office.
I just shook my head yes and got up. We went out did the car thing and went to the feds office.
After receiving essentially the same story from an agent i was escorted out to a waiting Detective Karen Soros. On the way home she asked me for my thoughts.
I said “my thoughts? What i am thinking is that a month ago i thought i was the luckiest man alive. I have a job that pays very well, a wife that loved me with all her heart. I thought that we were a solid couple that would grow old together. Life was good.
Then the world started shitting on me. I found out that my loving wife was not satisfied in bed anymore and wanted to experience a man with a large dick. She said i wasn't satisfying her anymore.
Then when she said that she couldn't orgasm with our lovemaking she said the only way that she could was by a larger dick. She told me that i couldn't tell her what she could do with her body. She said i didn't own her. Then she told me i had to deal with the consequences if i was ever going to have sex anymore with her. I told her that if she went with her idea for sexual satisfaction that we were over.
Now, today i am told that she has been a*****ed by some sicko international terrorist organization that want world domination. I am also told that the way that this bunch is financing their goal is to turn otherwise normal innocent girls and women into sex slaves for the international sex perverts of the world.
Finally i am told that my loving wife that told me a few days before that i didn't own her body is in training to be exactly the woman that she said she wasn't.”
I looked at Karen as i said “what am i supposed to think?”
At that moment we had arrived at my home. I asked Karen if she was still on duty. She shook her head no so i asked her to please come in for a drink. I said i would like to talk some more and i really needed someone i could trust with me.
Parking in my driveway we went inside and i told her that i had wine, beer or whatever she wanted stronger. She said that a beer would be nice so we popped a few and i offered to make her something or if she wanted we could order out.
Finally we decided a pizza would be nice and i discovered that she liked the same toppings that i did.
After we chowed down on the pizza we sat down in the den and i asked her first why was she being so nice and helpful to me.
After a short pause she said “ i could see when you first gave me your story that you were one on the good guys. You were upset that your life mate had disappeared. The reasons didn't seem to matter to you at the time only that she was gone. Most men would have moaned at the loss of their cook/sex partner/maid… but you never said any of that till i brought the circumstance of her leaving. When you told me how you battled with her feelings and that you had come to terms with the seeming facts that you couldn't satisfy her. Your concern was for HER feelings not yours. You were on the verge of being a willing cuckold because SHE needed the bigger dick to satisfy her. You were willing to let her. Very few men would have been that accommodating. Altho to be totally honest here, had i been in your shoes, i would have kicked her to the curb but you didn't.
Let me explain my situation a bit to give you some background. I was brought up poor and was an orphan at 13. I went through foster care till 18. When i graduated i worked my way through junior college ill i got a degree in law enforcement. While in college i met and married a man that turned out to be abusive both physically and sexually. I allowed it till one day he gave me a split lip and a broken wrist when i told him i wouldn't have anal sex with him. I filed for divorce, then proceeded to put that ugly part of my life behind me.
Since then i have dedicated my life to law enforcement. I don't date. I don't screw around. And until i met you i haven't found a man that i thought was worth pursuing. Please forgive me if i seem too forward but from where i'm sitting, i may have found a man that i could grow old with. A man that i would love to have his babies with. I know that i might be jeopardizing my job by dating you but i'll take that chance.”
“Maybe we are not compatible at all but i don't think so. Maybe you are that terrible lover that Cindy accused you of being, but again i don't think so. If i'm wrong on anything here please let me know now. Again i am sorry if i am too forward but i'm 28 and i am tired of sleeping alone. I want a loving relationship with someone i can trust and shares his life with his partner. I don't have a cat or a dog and i don't have a lot of girly things.”
I was thinking of the sudden shift of her line of conversation. Did this woman that i had just met a little over a day ago just tell me that she wanted the job of replacing Cindy?
I think the answer was yes.
I also was thinkinking of what to do about my wife. She was the one that abandoned me without any consideration for my feelings. She had essentially said that she was going to cuckold me and i had no say in the arrangement. I felt that her reasoning to be a manufactured story now because of her months long affair.
She had no way of knowing what she was getting into here. Obviously she had no idea that she would become a sex slave when she left me. I did not have the kind of money to effect a rescue and quite frankly i didn't know if i would want her back now if i could. So my choice was did i want her back at all not? NO !
I said “Karen i can't say what kind of future we may have but i will say this. If you will allow me to grieve for the loss of Cindy to these a****ls i will give you the love that i once had for her. I promise to be all of those things you told me you want. But i have a huge problem to overcome first.”
“Cindy had tried to give me head the last night together and for the first time in my life i couldn't get it up. If we can't make love is that a deal breaker?”
Kareen looked into my eyes. I started to get uncomfortable with her look. Finally she said “if in fact you can't get an erection there are pills or therapys available to you. I'm sure that your company insurance would cover those. But honestly i don't think we would need them. Lets not get ahead of ourselves ok?” i nodded. “Are you willing to let me into your life after you are through dealing with your wife?”
After a short pause i said “yes”
TWO MONTHS LATER
The email was from an old college friend that had discovered Jesus while in college. I heard that he had done missionary work in Somalia and surrounding countries but had to leave or face decapitation at the hands of the people in power so he had moved to another country but had maintained local ties. I had asked him if he could get any information on Cindy for me as i was hoping for closure. His message was very descriptive of her new life. It said:
“ As to our previous conversation i can report that the woman is alive and from all appearances not too well. She is owned by a local warlord. This man has about 20 sex slaves that take care of him and his six sons. His slaves in the past have never lasted more than 10 years before they are relegated to tribal use because of the constant need of the family to use these women. Sometimes several times a day each. She is what can only be described as a breeding slave. The most disgusting procedure is the removing of the slaves clitoris upon purchasing so they cannot orgasm. In this capacity she will be bred as often as her body can deliver or until she succumbs to any number of local STD related illness. These people are not too particular what they stick their dicks into so STD'S are rampant in the village. Also cleanliness is nonexistent because they don't bathe. The local authorities believe that this will be enough to annihilate the line of warlords in due time. My personal opinion of this family is that they are nothing more than disgusting pigs.”
There was a series of attached pictures.:
The first and most telling was Cindy sitting on the lap of a dark skinned man. She didn't look comfortable at all. They both were completely naked. Cindy had no hair. In place of hair, her scalp was covered in squiggly tattoo lines. Her breasts and clit hood had enormous golden rings inserted they must have each weighed a lot because her nipples were stretched out several inches and her clit hood was drooping the same. Her once clean shaven pussy was an overgrown mess of tangled pubic hair. There was something dripping down from her vaginal lips. It could only be cum. She looked to be covered in drt and insect bites.
Another was a pic of the warlord and his six sons engaged in the breeding of the slaves. They had all of them on hands and knees and were showing their hard ons. The longest had to be a whopping 4” long. All the girls had cum dripping from their pussy and asses.

ONE YEAR LATER
My new wife and i had just returned from our honeymoon to our new home. We still had gifts to open and thankyous to send out to all our friends and relatives but that could wait. We were sitting in our kitchen talking of our trip and discussing baby names. Karen was three months along and we had decided that we didn't want to know the baby's sex so we were thinking of boys and girls names.
Suddenly i had a thought actually two. Karma is a bitch and be very careful what you wish for.