Southside Construction Inc

"Ha!" Mr. Milton half laughs, half scoffs. You're not sure why the revelation that your wife works at a construction company has brought him such delight. But it has. "A fucking construction company!" He declares with glee. "Are you the only woman who works there?"

"Most days" Nicole answers.

"Lots of gross, hairy, middle aged guys, I'd imagine?" Mr. Milton asks.

"Yes." Nicole's answers are short and to the point. You wonder if it's because she's upset, or because she knows Mr. Milton would say that slut shouldn't speak more than necessary.

"I bet they all look at you like you're a piece of cake." He knows he's right. You know he's right. Nicole knows better than anyone. "How many of their cocks have you had deep inside your cunt?"

For a moment you hold your breath. Your sweet wife has been faithful, right?

"None." Nicole answers.

Mr. Milton greets the answer by launching another wad of spit onto her face. "And how many of their assholes have you shoved your tongue into?" Mr. Milton knows the answer.

"None." Nicole says. Another thick wad of spit.

"And how many of them have cum all over your face." Mr. Milton smirks. You wonder if you should step in and say something, or do something. This is getting a little out of hand. This is your wife, after all.

"None." Nicole answers. Predictably, Mr. Milton spits on her again.

You stand up. "What is this accomplishing?" You demand to know. It's not easy just sitting there and watching your wife degraded before you.

Mr. Milton looks down on her. "You want to tell him?"

Nicole turns to you. Her slutty makeup is all destroyed, running down into the spit that has made her face into a mess. She answers again with no hesitation. Total confidence. "He's making me beautiful. I look more beautiful now than I've ever looked."

You can't believe what you're seeing. Sure, you helped this along. You encouraged it, even. But it's all happening so damn fast.

"And you're going to look even more beautiful tomorrow. Do you know why?" Mr. Milton is making his gambit.

Nicole knows the right answer and she gives it. "Because I'm going to be covered in the cum and spit of all the men I work with."

A big smile grows on Mr. Milton's face. "All the men? How many do you work with?"

"Forty-six" Nicole says.

"If you don't, you'll be punished. How will I know if you fail?" Mr. Milton squats down, glaring into her eyes now. Very serious.

"I'll tell you."

"How do I know you won't lie."

"I couldn't lie to you."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm a slut and I belong to you."

You can't believe you just heard your wife say that. If anything she's a slut who belongs to you, not him. "Hey!"

Mr. Milton looks up at you and shrugs. "You could have done this yourself. But you brought her to me." He scoffs. "Now take my slut home with you. She's got to rest up for tomorrow."

You and your wife don't speak on the ride home. But your brain goes a mile a minute. You feel like you need to do something, say something, about what just happened.