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Gloria reached the top of the stairs and paused before she came back into the room. I heard her let rip with another enormous fart, followed by a moan of delight.

“Oh fuck, that’s good,” I heard her say to herself. Then she pushed open the bedroom door again and peeped round to look at me. Some of the confidence had gone from her face, she looked anxious for a moment, and then her cheeky smirk returned. She sauntered towards me, her pussy still leaking Bobby’s cum.

“Hey, babe,” she said. “I’ve been a very bad girl, haven’t I? I’m sorry I kept it from you for so long, it just… it seemed better that way. I do love you, and I want us to stay together. You’re my one and only life partner, the one I live with, the one I come home to. My clients are just clients. It’s just business. You understand that, don’t you, honey? With them it’s just sex and I enjoy it a lot, but you’re the only one I truly love.”

She reached the chair I was sitting on and straddled my lap, slowly grinding her naked pussy against my crotch, smearing Bobby's cum on the outside of my trousers. I didn’t really know how to respond. But I did understand the distinction she was making, so I could at least admit that. I nodded.

“I understand,” I said, “but it’s a lot to take in. It’s quite a big shock.”

“Of course it is, baby. And I’m sorry you found out that way, but those two paid good money to see the look on your face when you found out. And… well, I think you enjoyed watching them fuck me if you’re really honest with yourself. Isn’t that true, babe?”

“It was… yeah it was pretty arousing to watch,” I admitted.

“Honey, I’m going to earn your forgiveness,” she said. “I’m gonna ride you all night, I’m yours to use however you want tonight. No clients, just you and me. And,” she leaned in close to whisper in my ear, “you can be as dirty and as pervy as you want, because I do everything. Everything.” She repeated this last word slowly, enunciating every syllable carefully and sexily, before kissing me on the cheek. “So… can you forgive me? Are we still together? I’m still the same person, baby, the same girl you married. Can you accept that this is what I do? What I’ve always done? Do you still love me?” She was holding onto the back of the chair, her tits inches from my face.

“It’s so hard to say no to you,” I said.

“Oh, I know, baby, I’m very talented at getting men to say yes. But I want your honest answer. Are we ok?”

I didn’t contemplate it for long, but I did pause for a tiny moment to make my mind up.

“We’re ok,” I said, “but I want us to agree to some things. And I have more questions,” I said.

Her face fell a little at this, and she looked at me seriously. Although it was hard for me to take her all that seriously in the position we were in.

“What things, honey? Because I love my job and I don’t want to give it up, even a bit of it,” she said.

“No, it’s not about giving it up.. It’s about honesty. I don’t like being deceived or lied to. Now that you’ve told me, I want you to be open with me. I need to know you’re safe, and that you’re not keeping any other big secrets from me.” Her face visibly relaxed as I was speaking, and she smiled as I continued. "And... fuck it was hot watching you get laid by those guys and seeing how much you loved it. I'd like to hear about all your other exploits in glorious erotic detail."

“It’s a deal, babe,” she said. “No more secrets or lies, you can know everything about what I’m up to, where, and with whom. I want us to be totally honest with each other. I’m sorry I kept it from you for so long. I wanted someone who loved me for who I am, not just for my body. I needed a man who would be patient and wait for me. That’s why I denied you sex before we got married.”

“Even though you were fucking everyone else?” I ask, putting a mischievous smirk on my face to let her know this wasn’t a serious accusation but that I was poking fun at her a bit for her antics.

“Oh, yes, baby,” she confirmed, rocking her hips against my crotch as she reminisced. “I was fucking them all. So many horny teenage boys at that university, so many **** unsexed geeks, they were easy pickings for a girl like me. Not all of them were actual clients, some couldn’t afford to pay my rates, but I still wanted to fuck them for fun so I did. I was insatiable back then. Well, I still am.”

“Your rates… that’s my next question. All that money…”

“That’s right, babe,” she chuckled. “I’m filthy, stinking rich.” She reached behind her and farted loudly on her hand, then brought it to her face and inhaled deeply from her fingers, sighing and moaning with contentment. “Mmmm, stinking, stinking rich. Here, smell how stinking rich I am,” she added, placing her fingers under my nose. The smell of her shitty arse hit my senses immediately and I felt my dick harden in response. I breathed in the scent deeply, licking my lips involuntarily.

“Good boy,” she cooed, “taste my rich stinkiness,” she said and slipped two of her fingers into my mouth. Instinctively I sucked on them. “That’s it, baby,” she encouraged as I licked her fingers with my tongue inside my mouth. She started moving her fingers in and out of my mouth rhythmically and I continued sucking on them. “Oh, what a good boy! If you can suck my fingers like that, maybe I should get you sucking cock!”

My eyes widened in shock at this thought and she took her fingers out of my mouth, and moved her own mouth close to mine.

“Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it,” she said, and kissed me deeply. I instinctively tried to wrap my arms around her, but of course I was still restricted by the handcuffs that fastened me to the chair. She sensed my movement, broke off the kiss and chuckled.

“I’ll let you out eventually but there’s more I want to show you first,” she said, standing up from my lap again, “and something I want you to do for me while you’re there.”

“There’s more?” I ask, incredulously. “I thought we said no more secrets!”

“Exactly, baby, so I need to let it all out, don’t I? Tonight is all about letting it all out.”

I frowned for a second, pondering her choice of words, sensing that she was hinting at something.

“But yes, the money,” she said, getting us back to the track of our conversation. “I’ve spent some of it of course but I have most of it spread across multiple high interest bank accounts and investments, including shares in Daddy's business empire. And now it’s all yours as well, baby. You’ve just become a multi-millionaire,” she said with a grin.

“M-multi millions?” I stammered.

“Yes, baby. We really are stinking rich. You don’t ever have to go to work again if you don’t want to.”

“So all this time I was working my butt off and I didn’t need to?” I asked.

“Well… yes, I suppose that’s one way of looking at it,” she said. “I’m sorry,” she repeated. “But I needed a way to keep you occupied so that I could… do my thing. And again, I wanted a man who was willing to work for me, not just live off of my talents. And you’ve proved yourself. It was necessary but I am genuinely sorry for the deception. Although I’ve made some useful contacts through your work,” she added.

“Useful contacts? You mean….?”

She nodded her head. “Yes, honey. Some of my clients are from your workplace. In fact there’s quite a few people you might recognise, from there and elsewhere. I’ll reveal all shortly,” she said with a wink.

I thought again about all the time I spent at work, while thinking she was also working full time. Sometimes she’d have to go to her “work” early or would come back late; sometimes she would have to go away for days at a time on “work conferences”.

“When I was at work, you were…” I was finding I either couldn’t finish my sentences any more, or didn’t need to.

“Yes, babe.”

“All day?”

“Yes, honey, all day. Every so often a client would cancel, and quite often they would finish long before they thought they would and I would get some time back, but I’ve always maintained a full schedule.”

“How many…?”

“Oh, it depends what they wanted. If I was doing some longer sessions then it might be as few as five a day, but if I was doing shorter ones I could sometimes pack ten or fifteen in. Fifteen half-hour sessions, that’s seven and a half hours, a standard full-time working day. I’ve been a very busy girl.”

“Wow. What sort of things did you do?”

“Don’t use the past tense, honey, I still do it and I’m not stopping,” she reminded me. “A half-hour session would be a quickie. Maybe a quick blowjob or straight sex - they would come in, fuck my pussy or my arse, burst their balls after 15 or 20 minutes, sometimes sooner, and leave again. Then I’d tidy up for the next one. The longer sessions, well they could be all sorts. Quite often it would be multiple guys together - like Bobby and Jack tonight - and sometimes I’d team up with other girls and we’d have a right old orgy. Sometimes it would be stuff that needed a bit more setup and clean-up time. Costumes, roleplay, bondage, humiliation, all the BDSM stuff. Or properly dirty things, involving all the bodily fluids you can think of. Well, almost all. I don't mind playing with piss, I enjoy playing with shit, but some clients want vomit and I’m not into that. There are other girls who will do that stuff though. Oh and sometimes I’d be doing a porn shoot and they can take quite a bit of time. I made sure all my scenes are locked behind the paywalls so you wouldn't stumble across them when you were browsing. Don't pretend you weren't looking at porn, every man with a dick does it, and you'll be able to have full access to see my special adventures now. Sometimes I do live cams too, there are thousands of pervy guys all over the world who are **** to fuck your hot wife, Brad.”

“And you do it here, in our house?”

“Oh, fuck, no,” she replied quickly. “I have a flat downtown where I do most of my work with clients and I do home or workplace visits. I spread myself around quite a lot,” she said, removing herself from my lap and crouching down, spreading her knees wide to demonstrate the point, rubbing her pussy, which was still leaking Bobby’s cum. She stopped and looked at his cum on her fingers. “Mmmm,” she moaned, rubbing his cum onto her breasts where Jack’s ejaculate was drying into a crust, circling one of her nipples, “I love cum.”

“Bobby and Jack were the first clients I brought here who hadn’t been here before for other reasons,” she said, looking at me directly.

“For other reasons?” I questioned. She smirked in response.

“Well I know it’s a cliché, but when the plumber came to fix the sink I gave him a little extra payment. Do you remember he took three days to fix it because he said he had to get some specialist parts? That was nonsense. He fixed it on the first day. While he was bending down to work on the U bend, I bent down behind him, pushed my tits into his back and rubbed his cock, whispering filthy things in his ear. He got so hard. He fucked me right there on the kitchen floor. Then he went and did some other jobs and came back in the afternoon and on the next two days for more. He fucked me up against the wall in the hall, bent over the kitchen cabinets, on the sofa with porn playing on the TV, and in the shower. At first he felt guilty and worried his wife would find out but he couldn't resist my charms. He became one of my regular clients after that.

"Then there's the postman, I’ve had quite a bit of fun with him,” she explained. “It's always pretty quick with him because he has limited time to do his rounds. He fucks quite a few of the wives in our street. Some of them are lonely and don't get much attention from their husbands, so I try to encourage him to focus on them, but he loves my arse and tits too much to leave me alone."

"Fuck," I exclaim in quiet awe, imagining the scenes she has described and finding myself turned on by them.

"I knew you'd be turned on," she said, "at least, I thought and hoped you would be. I'm a complete slut, Brad, I crave sex, all the time, and I'm so fortunate I can make a living from it. It makes me so happy. You want me to be happy, don't you, Brad?"

"Of course I do, baby," I replied. "If you're happy, I'm happy."

"Good," she said, smirking at me with that cheeky glint in her eye again. "And you like hearing about what makes me happy?" She started sauntering towards my chair again. "You like hearing about how other men have satisfied me? You enjoyed watching Bobby fill my cunt up with his big dick, and seeing Jack take me up the arse and cum all over my tits? Tell me, baby, tell me you like it."

"I do," I said, "I enjoyed watching them fuck you, seeing how happy it made you. I've enjoyed you telling me about the plumber and the postman and I want to hear more about the naughty things you've done. As long as I get to fuck you too and know that, through it all, you're mine."

"Oh, you're a very good boy. I think you're nearly ready."

"Ready? For what?"

"I've prepared a little video for you. Would you like to see it?"

"Er, yeah, I guess so," I replied.

"Oh baby you're going to have to do better than that," she said, that dominant smirk still on her face. "I'm going to make you ask nicely to watch it. Maybe I'll even make you beg!"

I shifted uncomfortably in the chair. I had been sitting there too long and needed some relief.

"Babe, ok, I'll do that, but first, can you let me out of the chair? I need to... I need to use the toilet. Then I'll come back and we can talk and watch the video," I suggested.

"Oh no, that's not how it's going to happen," she answered with a chuckle.

"Gloria, please, I really need to go," I begged. It wasn't just my bladder that was full, there was pressure in my bowels too. I managed to sneak out a small fart that I thought she wouldn't notice, but she came closer to me, knelt down in front of me and took a deep sniff.

"Yes, honey, I can smell that," she confirmed with a cheeky smile, reaching behind the chair for something I couldn't see. She undid my trousers. "Lift your butt up so I can pull these down," she instructed, and I complied. She pulled both my trousers and my pants down, and I sank my arse back down on the chair. "Uh-uh, not yet," she said. "Keep that butt up in the air." Feeling slightly confused, I pushed up again, and she reached behind the chair to bring forward a big, adult-sized disposable nappy. The thing was huge with lots of padding, and crinkled loudly with every movement. She deftly placed the nappy beneath me on the chair and told me to sit back down on it, which I did, but she didn't fasten it up just yet. Instead, she again climbed onto my lap, facing me, her legs straddling mine once again. Her pussy was so close to my cock and I yearned to be inside her.

"No fuckies for you just yet," she said, clearly knowing what I was thinking. "Tell me how much you want to watch the video. Have a guess what you think might be in it and I'll give you a little reward if you get any of it right. In fact, I think I've got quite a big reward for you if you come close enough."

"Babe, I need to pee," I said again, but she cut me off with a stern "Not yet! Guess what's in the video!"

"It's going to show you, fucking some other guys," I say.

"Good boy," she replied, and a trickle of golden liquid sprang forth from her urethral opening, cascading out of her vagina and over my dick and balls. It washed a good amount of Bobby's semen out of her vagina, the thicker white fluid getting stuck on my pubic hair. The nappy absorbed her piss and I felt the warmth spreading through the material beneath me as it did so. "Keep going," she instructed.

"It'll show you in your studio, maybe having multiple clients at once?" I guess. She answered by nodding and "rewarding" me with a further stream of urine, which splattered over my abdomen as well as my genitals before dripping down and seeping into the nappy, the moist warmth spreading further along my buttocks.

"It'll show some of the porn you've made," I offer, and maybe it'll show..." I pause and think for a moment, remembering what she, Bobby and Jack told me earlier, "it'll show your family. Your mum and dad, and Laura and Michael."

"Oh, good boy," she said again, once again pissing over my genitals. Then she stopped pissing and let out a fart; not as loud as her previous ones but much more smelly. "What will it show them doing?"

"I'll see your mum and dad fucking each other? And maybe a client fucking Michael or Laura?"

"Mmm, maybe, but that's not the answer I'm looking for," she said.

"Your dad..." I paused, not entirely happy with the thought that had popped into my head, but she nodded encouragingly. "Your dad fucking you? And Michael fucking you too? And both of them fucking your mum and sister?"

Gloria beamed, the proud smile of a teacher seeing a student latching on to a new concept.

"Good boy," she repeated. Clearly she enjoyed this dynamic between us, and I had to admit I didn't mind it either. "Now if you can guess a couple more things I have in mind correctly, I'll let you fuck me properly. But if you don't get it, you'll have to keep the nappy on when you fuck me and cum inside it. Deal?"

I wasn't really in a position to negotiate.

"OK," I said. "It'll show..." I paused to think again, trying to think of some of the hints she had given me. "Not just sex, at least not just ordinary sex," I suggested. Nodding down at the nappy, I added "Golden showers, farting, pants pooping, scat. Lots of dirty stuff."

"Is that your final guess?"

I couldn't think of anything else. I nodded my head.

"Well, it's close enough to earn another reward, but not close enough to free you from the nappy fuck. Now, tell me again how much you want to see the video, and tell me how much you want this reward, even though you don't know what it is yet. I want to hear you begging for them." She leaned in closer. "Use your words," she said, "use your filthy dirty words. I want to hear you begging and talking dirty."

"I really want to see the video so that I can fuck you afterwards," I started, "even if I have to fuck you through this padded nappy you'll still feel my hard cock against your eager wet pussy and I'll make you cum hard."

"Mmm, good boy, but tell me about the video and beg for your reward."

"The video, yeah... fuck, I'm going to see your dad fucking you. Your own fucking father with his dick inside your pussy. I want to see it. I want to see what you've been up to while I've been at work. I want to see the men you've fucked, the orgies you've participated in, the dirty things you've done. I want to see strangers mauling your tits and groping your arse, knowing that you'd then come home to me and act all innocent and I would be none the wiser."

Gloria stood up. "The reward, baby, beg for the reward."

"I don't know what it is," I say, "but I love you and I trust you so I know it's going to be something good. Something exciting. Please, baby, give it to me. Give me your reward."

Gloria turned her back to me and sat down on my lap, rubbing her arse against my wet crotch.

"Ooh, you're all wet, like a silly big baby who needs to wear nappies," she teased. "Keep begging baby. Keep begging even when I'm giving it to you and tell me how much you love it when it comes."

"Please, honey, give me your reward," I said, and she raised her arse slightly so that instead of sitting on my lap she was crouching over it, holding onto the wall for balance. "Please give me your... oh shit!" I exclaimed as Gloria strained a little and I saw her anus stretch open to reveal the head of a dark brown turd before her anus contracted again.

"That's right, baby, shit is exactly right," she confirmed and strained again, pushing her arsehole open a little wider this time. "Tell me how much you want it. Or tell me how much you don't want it and how disgusting it is. Tell me how bad I am for doing this."

"Fuck, you've pissed all over me and now you're going to shit on me? Right on my dick? Oh fuck that's... that's..." I watched as her anus stretched even more and the turd started slowly making its way out. The smell hit me immediately.

"Oh fuck that's grim," I said of the odour. "But it's hot," I had to admit, and since she was doing it anyway I figured I might as well go along with it. "That's right, baby, shit on your husband's cock with the arse that's been fucked so many times." She complied; the first turd dropped straight onto my crotch and she immediately started shitting out a second one. This one was softer and came out quicker. Then it took her some effort to push out a third, much smaller dollop. After that she immediately stood, turned around and surveyed her handywork.

"Oh fuck, what mess you've made," she said to me. She leaned in close to me, close enough for her tits to bounce against my chest, with a stern look on her face. "You're fucking disgusting, you know that?"

I tried to splutter some sort of protest but she quickly stood back, reached down and lifted the front of the nappy up, holding the top band against my abdomen and reaching for the side tapes. In two swift movements she had the nappy fitted onto me, the front of it full of her shit. She then reached down with her hands for the bulge and started pushing it downwards, squashing it against my genitals as she did so.

"Feel my shit all over your dick and balls, baby. We don't want this leaking out of the top, now, do we?" she asked in a clearly rhetorical matronly tone. "Your nappy is full of piss and shit and you haven't even started, have you? I thought you needed to piss. So piss! And then I'm not letting you out of that chair until you've shat yourself. Say 'yes mummy'."

"Yes mummy," I whimpered, trying to release the pressure in my bladder but even though it was full, I couldn't make myself pee.

Gloria looked at me sympathetically.

"Don't ****, it, baby," she said softly, stooping down and putting her face near mine. "Just breathe. Relax. Don't fight it but don't **** it. Let a little bit trickle out, then gently push and get a steady flow. It's not easy the first time."

I followed her advice, focusing on my breathing, and found I managed to let out a small trickle.

"Are you doing it?" she whispered and leaned in to kiss me. As she did so I was able to relax more and my piss started to flow. Her hand was on the front of my nappy and she could evidently feel it bulking up. "Mmmm, good boy," she moaned, squishing the bulging nappy. "Is it making all my stinky shit all sloppy and wet and squishy? Can you feel it squashing all around your disgusting dick and balls? Are you washing my shit down towards your arse where it can soon meet your own? Doesn't it feel good, baby? Now, lift yourself up off the seat and do a big poo for me. Oh, but first, let me start the video," she said, straightening up. Then she paused, looking thoughtful, and positioned herself in front of me with her back to me again.

"First though, I want you to shove your face between my arse cheeks. Get your mouth and nose in where my shit just came out, where Jack was fucking me earlier." She bent forward, holding her arse open, and without thinking I also leant forward compliantly. I could see specks of her shit around her hole but it didn't deter me, I shoved my face right in, and as soon as I did so, she farted, right on my nose. Her hands were on the back of my head, holding me in position. "Uuuuh, fuck yes," she moaned. I don't know if it was instinct or a burning desire to please her, but without really thinking about it I poked my tongue out and started to lick around her hole.

"Oh yes baby, rim me," she moaned. "Lick that shit off my arse." She then farted again and I could taste it on my tongue. It was weirdly sweet and a lot less unpleasant than I had imagined it might be. "Oh fuck, you've got some natural talent there," she said encouragingly, letting go of my head. I came up for some fresh air and she stepped forward, looking back at me with a satisfied grin on her face.

"This evening is going better than I hoped it would," she said. "Now sit back and enjoy this, and remember, you're not getting released from that chair until you've shat yourself." She picked up the remote control from her bedside table and hit play on the video.