You think you know someone you are married to, but I uncovered a secret of my wife that had a fatal conclusion.
Ashley's Addiction
This is fiction. No fictional characters were harming in the writing of this story.
Ashley and I are practically newlyweds. We have been married just over one year and still getting to know each other. We met in college, as many young married coupled have done, and it was a whirlwind romance. We were both seniors and met in a Statistics and Probability class for our Business School degrees. She was a Finance Major, and I was a Marketing Major. Math is not my strong suite, so I asked Ashley to tutor me. That was the beginning of our romance, and I was instantly smitten with her. She was a rare combo of beauty and brains that I fell in love with. She helped me pass that class. She was a whiz at calculating probabilities and doing Risk Analysis. We both graduated that Spring, and I asked her to marry me.
We both got career jobs associated with our different degrees. I went into Corporate Sales with my Marketing Degree, and she went into the Insurance Industry and got a Risk Analysis position. For our wedding she invited a cadre of guys whom I had never met. They were all work mates, and she seemed very close to them. Two of the guys happened to have gone to our same university and knew her there. In fact, one of them was responsible for her being hired for the job she got.
Someone at her company started a Football pot and even though she knew nothing about football, she began betting on the outcome of college and pro football games. She quickly became fanatical about watching all the games and had spreadsheets in front of her about players and statistics. She was very enthusiastic about the outcomes of these games, and I could not understand until one day she let it slip that she was betting on the outcomes.
Ashley had a good income, and I did not care that she was betting money on these games, as long as it remained a friendly and manageable amount of money each week. She’d be happy when one game ended if she had bet right, but when the very next game started, she’d be all wound up about that game’s outcome. Betting on these games became her whole focus of the week. I was beginning to get a bit concerned.
When football season was over, her group would go on to other forms of gambling. They had poker nights at various guy’s homes one day a week and she’d be gone for hours on those nights. I was not a card player and had no interest in just sitting there watching a poker game, so I never went. She’d come home after a long night of poker playing and be exhausted. She’d take a shower and go directly to bed. We had sex, like most young married couples every night, except her poker nights.
Having sex with Ashley was always the highlight of my day. She has large sensitive nipples and full breasts, and she is an adventurous sex partner. When she and I would role play she was always the person taking risks and pushing the boundaries of our sex life, which I loved. Ashley would pretend to be a high finance person, betting on the outcome of a business deal, and we would often pretend that she lost on her bet. She’d have to do some special sex act for me if she lost. I loved playing that game.
I learned, quite by accident, that she would make bets with her poker playing buddies the same way. If she lost a big hand, she might have to take off her top. I found out when she came home one night and had forgotten to put her bra back on. I saw her sort of sneak into the house, and I noticed her tits were loose under her sweater and saw her prominent nipples poking out of the material. I asked her about it, and she said her bra was uncomfortable and took it off on her drive back home. I did not think much about it until it happened more than a few times.
When she began playing on Saturday nights, without me, of course, it began eating into our time together. I decided I needed to know more about the game that she was playing and her group of men that she played with. I asked her if I could join her one of those nights. She was not happy with that but did it anyway to placate me, I suppose.
I went with her to her poker night. They had a card table set up and there were four men and her playing. I was watching TV in another room and not paying much attention to their game when I heard voices of the men, cheering on some outcome. I peeked into the game area and saw her on her knees, giving one of the guys a blowjob. She had her mouth locked around this guy’s prick and was feverishly sucking him.
I walked into the room just as he climaxed. I watched as he pulled his cock from Ashley’s mouth and jacked off all over her face. I was dumb struck. I ran in and demanded to know what was going on. She just looked at me and explained that she lost a high-risk hand and owed the winner the BJ. I began yelling, and told her to get cleaned up, that we were leaving. She just looked at me with a puzzled expression on her face, as she wiped his cum off that was dripping down her chin. She said, “What is your problem? It is only a blowjob!”
I asked her as we drove home how often she had to perform a sex act as part of the poker night. She confessed it happened quite often. It was a way for her to bet on a high-risk hand without having to pay any money. I was astonished. I told her no more poker nights. She was pissed off and went to bed in our guest room that night. We did not have sex again for a week.
Ashley began traveling for her work on overnight assignments. I did not understand why a Risk Assessment person would need to go out of town for a meeting, but kept my mouth shut. Supposedly the company paid for her hotel and travel costs, so I never saw any spending for her travel. I watched her behaviour and could see that every travel date was on the same day of the week, each week. I paid attention to her clothing she packed, and it was standard stuff. But one time, in the winter, she was supposedly going to Chicago for a meeting, and she did not pack a heavy coat. The airport in Chicago was closed due to a winter storm, but she claimed to have stayed there anyway. She came home the next night, like normal and did not mention the frigid conditions in Chicago.
She began making serious income from her job, and we depended on it for our lifestyle. I knew something was going on, but I did not know how to handle it. On her next week’s overnight trip, I took a day off from my job and followed her to work. I had put a tracking device on her phone, to see if she was still in her home office. She was, all day, but had told me she was going to an out-of-town client meeting. Then the tracking device showed me that she drove to a private home in our area. I drove to her location and saw several cars parked in the same driveway that she was also parked in. This was a typical suburban house with a fenced back yard. I saw one of the guys whom I recognized from her home office arrive late to that same house. I did not know what to do. I sped off and went to a local pub to sort out in my head what she might be up to.
About two hours later I drove back to that house, not knowing how to confront her. I slipped into the house’s back yard and made my way around to one of the windows so I could see in. There was a table of men, and Ashley, playing cards. I spied on them for at least a half hour and was ready to leave. Then suddenly the room erupted, and all the men were ecstatic about some outcome. Ashley threw her cards on the table, apparently losing that hand. Then she began taking off her clothes. And all the men in the room began doing the same think. She quickly stripped naked and climbed on top of one of the naked men who was now seated on the couch. She climbed on his lap, and I could see her guide his dick into her cunt. There was another man who stood behind her and then shoved his dick in her too. I could not tell if he was in her ass, but that is what it looked like from where I stood.
The other guys surrounded them on the couch, and she was jacking off someone while some other guy stood behind the couch. Ashley began sucking that guy’s prick. The whole group of men apparently knew they were going to fuck her. I watched in amazement. I could not believe my wife was fucking all those guys during a card game. What really amazed me was that I got an erection as I watched. She fucked the guy under her until he apparently came in her. Then the guy behind her frantically fucked her, then pulled out. I presumed he had cum too. Another guy stepped in and began fucking her ass when the first guy pulled out.
I watched for another hour. Ashley had changed positions and was hanging off the couch with her head and shoulders on the floor. Her ass was still on the couch, and I could clearly see that every man took a turn fucking her ass, then moved down and presented their cock for her to suck. She was doing an Ass to Mouth train with every guy there. Every man would pull out of her ass and cum in her mouth or on her face. And she always sucked them off when they were done shooting their cum. During all this, I had pulled out my own cock and was stroking it as I watched her fuck all those guys. I climaxed and shot my load on the brick wall of the house, just underneath the window I was spying on her from.
Then someone decided that the party needed to move to another part of the house and all of them went upstairs, probably to a bedroom, to continue fucking. I felt sick to my stomach. I did not know if I should barge in and interrupt the sex party or just go home and wait till she came home tomorrow. I decided, meekly, to go home and wait. It was a long night for me. I could only imagine what kind of sex acts she was agreeing to at this house.
When she came home the next night, I calmly asked her how her business trip was. She had several prepared comments about it, and what was accomplished. I just burned inside. She showered and we had conventional sex. My only way to get a hard on was to remember seeing her taking all those dicks in her ass, then sucking them off. I managed to do the husbandly thing and we had vanilla sex as we normally did. I did not confront her about her trip.
She had another of these weekly “overnight” trips for work and I followed her this time. I stood outside that same window and watched her fuck every man who was playing cards. They would sometimes fuck on the kitchen counter, or the couch or on the floor. But every time, all the men would fuck her in the ass and cum in her mouth, like I witnessed the first night. I did not know if she was using the card game to get a gang bang, or if she was gambling at a high-risk level and if she lost, the results were that she’d have to fuck everyone. I could not hear the conversations, but regardless, these guys all were fucking my wife, and I was just watching from outside. I felt pathetic and helpless.
I went around to the front door of this house, and it was unlocked. I walked right in. I found the men, naked, and surrounding my wife, in a sexual free for all. There was at least two men with their dicks buried in her holes when I barged in. I stood there, then asked “What the fuck is going on?”.
Ashley recognized my voice and instantly began untangling herself from the naked bodies. She looked at me in a cold stare and said, “what are you doing here?”.
I told her I knew of these poker games and was here to stop it. “Really?”, she said with shocking authority. “What gives you the right to barge in here, uninvited?”
I just looked at her and said “I am taking you home. Get dressed”.
The men all looked guilty as sin and instantly got dressed and left. The homeowner got dressed too but hid out in the back of the house. It was just Ashley and me, staring at each other.
Needless to say, it was a strange ride home. I had her leave her car at that house and to ride with me. I bluntly asked her what she was thinking about by fucking all these men. She could only fight off tears and explained that she could not help herself. “The thrill of making a big bet, even if I lost, was more exciting than anything you and I do together”. She said. And added that she needed to do it, for her own sanity.
My sex life with Ashley nearly stopped at that point. She and I were fucking less than one night a week. She said her work was stressful and she just was not in the mood for sex. This was quite different than when we first were married and had sex nightly and did all that role playing. All that came to a gradual halt and now I knew why. She was getting gang banged weekly and my pathetic attempts at love making could not meet her current level of sexual gratification.
She secretly had other ways to place bets and take gambling risks. She would do private betting with a gaming company in town and sometimes lost a noticeable amount of money. I had access to her bank account and could see some moderate amounts of cash leaving her account fairly often, but nothing excessive. I followed her is the same manner as before, tracking her with her cell phone. She would drive to a seedy part of town and duck into a business after work one or two days a week. I followed her in and talked my way past the woman who was controlling access to the business. I told her I was from out of town and heard they had gaming stations set up so a person could play poker or sports bet. The lady let me in.
There was a large room that had giant TV monitors set up with various sports being played. There were screens that had percentages of bets and data that I did not understand being updated instantly. I did not know if this was a legal gambling business or something else. All I knew was that Ashley was involved. By this time, weeks after I confronted her poker night sex, I no longer saw any cash going out of her account, but it was still affecting our marriage. I never saw Ashley that night, but based on her phone locator, she was in this building. I again went home and did not confront her. I was a weak, miserable husband. If I confronted her, she would say it was her money, and she’d spend it however she wanted. What I was more concerned about was her losses that did not get paid off in cash. What sex acts was she performing in lieu of cash, I wondered?
I went back to that business and talked to the woman controlling access to the gaming area. I began asking more questions about what betting was offered, and if there was a more extreme way to enjoy gaming than just making bets. She understood and took me to a room where there was a large video monitor. “This is where some of our more daring clients have to pay their bets off”. She pulled up a recording and there was a woman (not my wife, thank goodness) who had made some kind of bet, and apparently lost. She had a sudden terrible expression on her face, and two men rushed into the room with her. They began ripping her clothes off. The lady just stood there, stoically, and allowed them to strip her naked. Then they pushed her to the floor and fucked her in every position imaginable.
“Wow, that woman must have made a very large bet to risk getting fucked by those two men”. I said. The young woman escorting me looked at me and smiled. “You don’t understand. The betting amount does not need to be large. There are some people who will risk everything just to make a bet. The money is not big, but the risk is. This lady you just saw placed a modest bet on something that she had no clue what the risk was. When she lost, she paid up with her body. She bet her own body as payment.”
“How often do people make these bets that are shown on this screen? And is this a recording?”, I asked pensively.
“If you are interested in becoming a subscriber, we will discuss pricing. But yes, every bet is recorded. We sell the sub***********ions and there are hundreds of thousands of viewers who pay to see the outcome. That is the other part of the bet. The risk is that the person who loses, also has the humiliation that thousands of other people will see them lose and get to witness the betting person being forced to pay up.” The young lady looked at me and smiled. She knew she had just made another sub***********ion sale. I paid.
I went home and set up a password to the betting site. I got into the section where all the bets were made and paid off. There were thumbnail photos of the person making /losing the bet and it was divided up by sex, race, age, etc. so I could isolate my wife from others, if she had been filmed.
It took about a half hour of screening out others, but I found a thumbnail of a woman who looked like my wife. Her section of the videos was just identified with a number, like it was her member number, perhaps. It showed a lot of videos of her in that section.
My heart was pounding in my chest as I clicked on to the first thumbnail image. Then, the video began. There was an explanation of an odd betting circumstance printed on the screen, and then two contestants. Two women betting on different outcomes for the event. I think my wife was betting against the other woman. I did not understand what was bet, and maybe that was intentional. They wanted the viewers to be excited and surprised to see what the payoff was. I was on edge to know the outcome. This was compelling viewing.
There was dramatic music and conversation, but it was not important to me. I skipped ahead to see the outcome. Suddenly, my wife had a dejected look on her face and was dragged off the set by the other woman. Then they cut to a bed, where my wife was now naked. The other woman was naked too and had her cunt straddling my wife’s face. My wife was eating out the other woman and being filmed doing it. And perhaps thousands of subscribers saw her do it. The scene continued and I watched my wife take a giant dildo up her ass and then suck it clean. I saw her lick the ass of the other woman and make that woman squirt on my wife’s face. All the typical lesbian acts were done, and my wife was the one performing them on the winner. The other woman totally controlled my wife. The “show” ended by my wife getting fisted and later pissed on by that other woman.
I had mixed feelings about what I saw. I was depressed that my wife did this and kept it hidden from me, and I was also very stimulated. Seeing my wife doing those sex acts was out of character for her, and her debasing herself was a huge turn-on for me to watch.
I clicked on the next thumbnail in my wife’s section. She was again standing in a studio, next to another woman. Both women were having some discussion, and the interviewer was passing the microphone back and forth as both women made comments. Then the music got dramatic, and the small screen was brought into view. There were numbers flashing and some kind of outcome. Then the computer screen showed my wife with a huge smile on her face as she hopped up and down, clapping. The other lady was not happy, and a group of men dragged her off camera. Then, they showed another room where the lady who lost the bet was taken. She was pushed to the floor and a dozen men gathered around her and forced her to suck their dicks. She had them thrust at her constantly and she struggled to suck all of them, at least briefly. Then the men all began shooting their cum in the lady’s mouth, face and hair. In just a few minutes all the men had deposited a blast of jizz on her. She was then lifted up and whisked away. There was a handheld camera following her. The lady was dripping cum from her chin, eyes and hair, as she was deposited on a busy downtown sidewalk. The camera followed her as she tried to find a taxi or a ride to get away from the public space.
There was another thumbnail that I was compelled to click on. It showed my wife’s face again, sitting next to a large dog. “Oh, no, she did not bet something and have to have sex with a dog, did she?”, I said to myself. I fast forwarded the film and there my wife was, on her knees with that dog frantically humping away on Ashley’s back side. The camera zoomed in and showed the dog’s dick buried in my wife’s lovely ass. There was about 10 minutes of her being locked together with that animal, then the dog dismounted.
Ashley quickly turned and found the dog’s large penis and began to suck it. She pulled off of the dog’s dick and the camera easily captured sperm being sprayed into Ashley’s mouth and on her face. She looked like a possessed person as she eagerly sucked that dog’s dick. I was totally dumbfounded. But I rewound that video and watched her again and again. I pulled out my throbbing dick and jacked off, timing my orgasm to when the camera caught her being sprayed with K9 cum.
After I recovered from my orgasm, I continued scrolling thru the other videos to see what else Ashley had done. But then I found a black thumbnail that had white letters saying, “Live Event”. Then it gave the time and date. It was going to happen late tonight in my time zone. My wife was going to be a contestant and broadcast in real time! Holy shit.
I set my phone alarm for the event to begin. When the alarm went off, I quickly clicked on the black and white thumbnail to get back to the spot for my wife’s broadcast. I was sweating and my heart was pounding in my chest. This was the most involved in a video broadcast I had ever been in my life. No wonder the sub***********ion was so expensive. This was must-see TV.
I clicked on the thumbnail for the live event. Sure enough, my wife was on the screen, and with another woman. The other woman was interviewing my wife. I studied the other woman and realized it was the same lady who showed me around that betting business and sold me the sub***********ion for this show. This became more interesting as the moments crept by.
There was a lot of filler chatter, but I didn’t care about any of this and wanted them to get to the payoff. I wanted to see my wife do despicable things on camera. This was becoming an uncontrollable addiction for me too. The screen showed more photos and short vids of my wife. The vids were of her paying off past bets. In one video she was pushed out of a van in a major city, completely naked. She had to go into an office and retrieve some kind of folder and come back to that van. She had a complete expression of embarrassment, but when she jumped back into the van she was elated.
Another short vid of her past was being strapped to a contraption, naked and legs spread. There was a masked man with a whip, who began beating her bare tits, belly and her cunt. She had red streaks on her breasts and across the rest of her body when this was finished. This must have been a time when she would not have sex with me, so I could not see her marks.
So, all these short vids led up to her current bet, happening tonight. It seemed like the videos that I saw of her kept getting more extreme, the more current the video date was.
If that was the case, that there was a progression to the extremeness of the act on video, I could not imagine what she’d be willing to do, more than what I had already seen.
Back on the live event, the interviewing woman asked my wife a question. My wife answered. The answer did not mean anything to me, so I presume it was some jargon that meant something to the gambling industry.
Then, the camera focused in on my wife’s beautiful face. She looked worried and pensive. The interviewer turned to look at another screen as did my wife. The result of what my wife had bet on was to be shown on the new screen, apparently.
There was suspenseful music playing in the background as both my wife and the interviewer stared at the smaller screen. A set of numbers flipped onto the screen. I suppose those numbers were what my wife bet on. Suddenly there were flashing lights on that screen and exclamation signs flooding that small screen. The camera panned back to the studio and my wife stared at the screen with a shocked expression, then collapsed to the floor. “What the hell?”, I wondered. “What crazy or dangerous thing did she bet on? And it looks like whatever it was, she lost her bet.”. I yelled to the screen.
Then the program panned back to the interviewer, who had an ashen look on her face. Then she indicated for the viewers to watch the smaller screen. It showed a suburban neighborhood, and it was a pitch-dark night. Then the screen switched to something portable as if the camera was being handheld. The camera panned to a white van that pulled up into someone’s driveway. The sliding door opened, and three men dressed in tactical gear jumped out and ran up to the front door of that house. They had a battering ram that instantly broke open the door. I stared at the screen, mesmerized.
Just then, I heard a gawd awful sound of wood shattering against steel. The crashing sounds were echoed by my computer speakers. I heard the door breaking from the computer and from my own house! I was glued to the computer as the handheld camera followed the tactical soldiers into that house. It was dark and difficult to see any clear images, as they swarmed into that house. They had lights on their helmets which cast a jerky glow to the interior of the house they just stormed into.
I caught a brief glint of light out of the corner of my eye, then looked down the hallway. There were lights and commotion, and voices yelling in my house. “What the hell?”. But I could not stop watching the screen.
The images on the computer screen were of the cameraman following those SWAT guys who had weapons drawn, headed down a hallway. I saw lights in my hallway. I turned back to the computer screen. I saw the cameraman filming the SWAT guys as they aimed their weapons at someone sitting in front of a computer screen with his back to them. I slowly turned to look at them. The man on the computer screen also slowly turned to look at them. This was VERY COMPELLING TV. There was a jumble of noises and flashes of light as the beams of light produced by the helmet flashlights were jumping around the room in a crazy way.
I looked back at the computer screen, and my brain tried to sort out why I was hearing the same sounds in my own house as was on the screen. The beams of light and yelling suddenly filled my eyes and ears. I could not break away from the computer screen. I had to watch. Suddenly, I realized that the side profile of the person on the computer screen looked very familiar. I turned to face the lights and noise and realized that it was me that was being filmed. Those drawn weapons were aimed at me.
I turned one last time to look at the computer screen, just before shots rang out. My chest exploded and I flew against my computer desk. I looked at the screen and the scene showed the back of a man, with dark red blotches that were rapidly expanding in the cloth of his white dress shirt. Then, the scene shifted back to my wife and the interviewer. My wife had a stunned look on her face and all the color had drained from her. She was crying.
The screen then cut back to that home invasion. There was a man, laying against the computer monitor on his desk, in a pool of his own blood, as he leaned on his desk. He had just enough strength left before dying to look back up at the computer screen and see his own confused, blood splashed face. Then, in his final moments, that man on the screen realized that his wife had just lost a bet that cost him his life. The poor bastard on the TV screen that thousands had just witnessed being executed was me.
The computer screen switched back to the interviewer, who calmly looked at her clipboard and read out the details for the next event, with dates and times. I was bleeding out and would soon be dead, but it looked as though my wife was planning to make another bet on next week’s most compelling TV show.