Jessica's Intervention

"I've had affairs over the last couple of years," she began, speaking softly and with her head down. This was news to Tom. He'd only known about the emails from the last six weeks.

Fucking slut bitch, he said almost inaudibly under his breath.

"Nothing major until recently. I had sex with a couple of guys last year. Never more than once with the same guy. I didn't have time, I was working too much."

Again, right on cue, Annette said, "So you quit your job so you could have more time to fuck guys?"

"No," said Jessica, "I quit my job because I'd had enough of the stress and pressure of working as a VP of a technology company. Are you going to quit interrupting? I thought you wanted my confession?"

"We already got your confession Jess," said another man's voice. It was someone speaking for the first time, either Nick or Ken, Jessica couldn't tell which because she still had her eyes downcast.

"So you want an explanation then? Is that what you want?" she asked.

"The explanation is simple: You're a cheating hosebag," said Annette. "Tom doesn't deserve to be treated like this. Is this what he gets for supporting you while you're unemployed? He's off working and you're off fuckin' and suckin'?"

"So you just want to yell at me?" asked Jessica starting to sob.

"Damn straight bitch," Annette continued. "Where ya been all afternoon? Did you meet a fuck-buddy down by the interstate?" Tom was enjoying this immensely but he was doing all he could not to show it. He tried to move nonchalantly so that no one would notice the erection growing in his pants. "I noticed the bags you carried in with you Jess. One of them's Victoria Secret. So let's see what you bought yourself. And don't try to tell us you bought them for Tom to see you in." Jessica stood in the middle of the room and moved her hands up to wipe tears from her face. "Fuck this, I'll do it myself," said Annette.

Annette went to the door and found the bag with the Victoria's Secret logo on it. She came back and dumped the contents out on the small coffee table in front of the sofa. Jessica had indeed gone on something of a shopping spree. There were many lacy panties, packages of stockings, some thigh-highs, bust-enhancing bras, some negligees, all of it under-clothing. "Looks like someone's getting ready for a photo shoot," said Annette. "Either that, or Jess is getting prepared to be a hooker." She went back to the door. "And lookee here," she said, "There's more." She came back with a bag from the Frederick's of Hollywood shop in the Mall from the next town over. "This should be the really skanky stuff," said Annette as she dumped the contents of the bag on top of the underwear from Victoria's. Jessica turned a deeper shade of red when she saw the crotchless panties spill out onto the top of the pile. They were just inches away from Andrew's hands. He couldn't help himself. He put his fingers in the space of the crotch and said "ooh-la-la". 'Hey, " Annette said, "don't touch the evidence."

"Sorry investigator Lansing," said Andrew, using Annette's last name, and giving her a two-finger salute.

Annette picked up the pink crotchless panties and flung them at Tom. "Here Tom," she said, as they flew through the air at him, "do you think your wife wants to turn you on with these? Does she dress like this for you?"

"I never see her in stuff like this," answered Tom. Jessica couldn't argue, it was true. Tom and Jessica's sex life had definitely tailed off over the years. The jobs, the commitments, family obligations, they didn't have children but they lived as if they did. Jessica knew a thing or two about where Tom put his sexual energy, but she wasn't going to go there. This crowd wouldn't be sympathetic.

"Look at this," Annette said picking up another garment. "A bra with holes for the nips to stick out. Easy for the guys to suck on them." She dug further into the pile. "What's this?" she asked hypothetically. "Crotchless stockings, with a pattern a lot like what she has on now. Wait a minute," she said turning her head back and forth between Jessica and the package. "Exactly like what she has on now! Jessica? Are you crotchless under that little skirt of yours?"

Jessica blushed even further and hid her face in her hands. She remained standing but it was clear from her body language that she wanted to curl up into a ball.

Annette dropped the package and moved closer to Jess. "Should we check?" she asked no one in particular. "Tom, can I check under her skirt to see if she's got nothing covering her puss?" Annette never turned to look at Tom. Tom did not answer her, curious to see what Annette would do. Annette only gave it a second before she bent at her knees and took a quick peek under Jessica's skirt. "Yup, just as I thought," she said, straightening back up. "She's as dark down below as she is on top."

"Is that so?" asked Tom.

"Oh yeah," said Annette. "Take a look for yourself if you don't believe me."

"Oh I believe you," said Tom, standing up. This is getting good, he thought. Annette is doing a great job as ring-leader. Even so, he wanted to pitch in to the show.

"Why don't you show our guests your new style, sweetheart?" he said.

Jessica shook her head slowly, her hands stand covering her face.

"Oh come on, don't be shy," said Annette malevolently. "You're with friends. You're not too shy to show off to strangers....why us?" Annette came up behind Jessica and lifted her skirt up as high as it would go. She hugged the skirt around her waist and exposed Jessica's nearly bare pubic area. She slowly turned Jessica around so that everyone could get a good look. Jessica did nothing to stop Annette's manipulation of her. "Looks like someone has manicured the lawn. Neatly trimmed and ready for action."

Tom noticed then that everything had darkened. At just that moment the last of the sun's rays where winking out. Not just the light had darkened, but the mood of the room as well. Tom wasn't the only one who was getting turned on by the spectacle being made of his wife. He could almost feel the temperature in the room go up. Blood was rising. He wondered how many of the other men had growing erections right now. He was sure Annette's friend Steve did. He'd had a subtle smiling going for many minutes now.

Annette dropped Jessica's skirt and stood up. "I don't know Tom. Looks like you've lost this one. She's gone over to the darkside." She affected a pious accent. "'Tis a pity, one so pretty. She's become quite the gutter slut."

Jessica fully expected that this would be the end of it. Annette was having a great time humiliating her, and she was sure that her boyfriend and their friend Steve were enjoying this, but what about Ken and Colleen? Nick and Sarah, her neighbors? Surely they are appalled and only still here because they can't take their eyes away from the train wreck this evening had become, she thought. Would they tell everyone else she knew? She wondered. This evening had certainly destroyed the relationships she had had with this people. How far would this go?

"Please," Jess said in a small voice, "everyone, enough."

"I'll say when it's enough," said Tom in a strong voice. Strong enough that it made everyone look at him. "It's time everyone learn who you really are."

"Oh my God, there's more?" Colleen asked from the kitchen doorway.

"Indeed," said Tom. "Everyone please help yourselves to some more wine or beer. There's plenty in the kitchen. Once you've refreshed your drink, please have a seat. I've got some people I want you to meet."

Jessica was starting to feel cried out. She put her hands down. Her face was still red, her makeup smeared, and just a bit of mascara running down her cheeks. "What?" she asked, as Tom walked away from her, heading for the kitchen. "What people?"

Chapter Two

Jessica sat back down in the easy chair placing herself on the edge of the chair. She was too agitated to lean back. Instead, she leaned forward with her head in her hands. She couldn't look at anyone and she didn't dare to speak. She wanted to squeeze herself into a little ball and she held her legs together tightly, appalled that just a moment ago everyone in the room had been looking at her bare crotch. She looked down at herself and realized that in the position she was in her breasts were nearly falling out of the skimpy halter top that she was wearing. She was sure she could feel eyes upon her and she quickly straightened up to appear more appropriate.

How did this day get so out of hand? Jessica thought. One minute she was in complete control of her life, walking up the steps to her home, a handful of store-bought treasures in her hand, wonderfully enticing schemes in her mind, and the next moment: the bottom completely fell out from under her world. Everything was going to be different now, this was a certainty. I could really use another glass of wine, she thought.

Fuck it, this is my house, at least for the moment, I'll get a glass of wine if I want it.

"Bring some wine out with you, will you Jess?" asked Annette as Jessica walked toward the kitchen. As if that bitch didn't just completely humiliate me in front of everyone, she has the nerve to ask me to get her some wine? She would do it though. She would bring her husband's former girlfriend and current cohort some wine. She was powerless against strong-willed people like Annette, she always had been.

Jessica returned from the kitchen with a tray holding an assortment of wine bottles and cold beer bottles from the fridge. Despite the events that had just transpired she still felt controlled by the habit of being a good hostess. Her marriage may be over, and this house no longer hers, but at least for this evening it still was. She imagined that none of the guests in her home thought much of her right now, but the least she could do was to serve them one last time. She placed the tray on the small coffee table in front of the sofa. "Please help yourselves," she said softly. She poured a glass of white wine for herself and sat back down on the edge of the easy chair. People were talking softly to each other and Jess couldn't focus on any particular conversation until suddenly she heard Annette's boyfriend laugh loudly.

"I told you coming with us would be worth it!" Jess heard Andrew say to Steve. How much more of this can I take? Thought Jess. Why am I still here? I should just leave.

How could I have been so careless with those emails? What was I thinking? Did I want to get caught? Jessica heard footsteps coming up from the finished basement. A moment later Tom reappeared in the living room doorway, he stopped and looked back into the kitchen.

"Grab yourselves another beer if you want it," Tom said to the people who had followed him from downstairs. Tom came back into the living room and said, "Jessica, look who's here. Some friends of yours to join our gathering tonight."

Jessica's heart sank even further. Tom had invited even more friends of theirs to share in her humiliation. I deserve this, she thought, I brought this on myself. A man walked into the room, followed by another, and then a third. She quickly recognized the man in the lead; she'd had sex with him on two different occasions in the past two weeks. The name he had given her was Tomas, just like her husband's. Upon seeing her, he said, "Jessica? Jessica? I thought your name was Tina?"

Annette laughed, nearly spitting out the wine she had just sipped. "Tina?! That's your fuck-buddy name?! You couldn't come up with something more creative than that?"

Jessica ignored her, and looked up at the tall man named Tomas and shrugged her shoulders. He shook his head very subtly with a curious smile on his face.

"Jessica, or is it Tina? You know these guys right?" asked Tom, her husband. "This is Tom, like me...easy name to remember. And then we have Pat and....Eric, Eric right?" he asked the dark-haired man in the back. The man nodded. "You know my wife? Her name's Jessica but she may have called herself Tina, or Wanda for all the fuck I know."

Annette burst out laughing again. "Wanda," she said, sniffling. "LaFonda! LaFonda the LaFuck machine!" Andrew and Steve both laughed at that one.

It was getting very warm in the room, and crowded. People were jostling for space in Jessica's and Tom's modest-sized living room. Jessica noticed that Colleen and Ken eased themselves into the kitchen. The Stevens, Nick and Sarah, remained sitting on the love seat, not having moved the whole time since Jess had arrived home.

"She told me her name was Tina too," said the man named Eric.

"Yup, same here," said the man in the middle named Pat. Jessica looked at them all. Tomas' face was very familiar, Eric's less so, and Pat's, she wasn't sure if she would have recognized him as someone she'd met or not. She'd had played some risky games with some of the guys. Nothing she was planning on talking about here with this group. She didn't want to give Annette the thrill, but she was sure that Annette would have been titillated to learn that on more than one occasion Jessica had rented a hotel room, stripped naked and gotten on all fours on the hotel bed and waited for her guest to arrive, having left the hotel room door open just a crack so that he could get in. The game had been for the man to fuck her from behind and leave without either of them seeing each other's face. This man named Pat may very well have been one of her faceless fucks.

"Well guys," said her husband. "This is Jessica, my wife. Jess, I invited these gentlemen over just in case you tried to deny anything."

"What the fuck dude?!" said Tomas, looking surprised. "I thought you said this was a surprise party for your wife and that you wanted us to show her a good time?" Both Eric and Pat looked equally perplexed.

"Relax, relax," said Tom. "Everything's cool. It's not exactly how I presented it in the emails to you, but I had to do it this way. If you want to leave, it's fine, but you might want to stay. If things work out the way I plan, you'll have a good time."

"Dude, I don't know," said Tomas. "You weren't in on this with her? Seems like she's being shanghai'd or something."

"OK look," said Tom. "I'll be straight with you now. My wife here has been cheating on me with you guys, and other guys too. This was meant to be an intervention to make sure she admits the truth. She's already done that, so everything's cool...it's all out in the open now."

"So who's getting shanghai'd here?" asked Pat. "Did you invite us here to kill us or something?" He laughed nervously. "Get us drunk and cut our dicks off?" Andrew and Steve both laughed at that.

"No, no, nothing like that," said Tom. Turning to Jessica, he said, "So dear wife, you know these guys, right?"

Jessica hesitated and while she did, Annette took the opportunity to say, "Maybe you should have them whip their dicks out. Maybe she'll recognize them better that way." The tone of her voice was cuttingly sarcastic.

"I guess," said Jessica with a defeated air.

"Hard to keep track, huh?" said Tom with an unmistakable note of sadness in his voice.

Tears starting welling in Jessica's eyes again. This has got to be it. It must be over now. He'll tell everyone to leave and then he and I can talk to figure what to do next. Something didn't make sense though to Jessica. What was that he said to the guys? 'If things work out the way I plan' What was that about?

"OK everyone," Tom announced. "I'd like you all to listen to what I have to say. After that you can decide if you want to stay or leave. If you don't have somewhere to sit please either take a seat on the floor or grab a chair from the kitchen. Please make some space so that everyone can see Jess comfortably." Jesus, what is he going to do? Thought Jess, her anxiety rising again.

After everyone had got themselves squared away, Tom began. "So everyone here knows without a doubt that my wife has been unfaithful to me, on multiple occasions and with more than one guy. She has cuckolded me, humiliated me, and has destroyed any trust that I had in her. If she's capable of this, I don't know what else she's capable of. Who knows how long it could have been before she cleaned out our bank accounts and ran off with one of these guys."

"I would never do that," said Jessica weeping.

"Jess, please. I think I deserve to say what I need to say." Jess put her head down, tears running down her already streaked cheeks.

"My wife of seven years is clearly a slut. I was shocked to find out, startled and embarrassed that I never knew it." He has rehearsed this speech, thought Jess. He's not normally capable of stringing so many thoughts together in sequence. Jessica listened as he continued. "I've gone through many emotions since I first learned of what she's been up to. I've been enraged, depressed, despairing and apathetic. I've gone through scenarios in my head on how to deal with it. Of course it's been an endless distraction and has kept me awake at night. I know I have every right to throw you out of our house Jessica, divorce you, take you to court and sue you for gross and flagrant adultery. I have all of the evidence, your confession, and witnesses to prove it. I'm sure I could get a judge to give me a large settlement for the pain and suffering I've endured because of this."

Jessica, with her head down, meekly nodded. She didn't know who was looking at her, she assumed everyone was. She was on display at Tom's discretion.

"Of course the divorce and court thing is the normal way to go, but I've come up with another option. Do you care to hear it Jessica? Do you want to hear another way out of this or are you resigned to leaving me? Was all of your cheating a back-handed way of telling me you want out?"

Jessica sniffled, not sure she just heard what she thought she heard. Her nose was running. "Can someone please get me a tissue?" She heard someone move into the kitchen. A paper towel was handed to her a few moments later. Great, a freakin' paper towel to blow my nose, that's nice. I guess I'm a beggar now and can't be choosy, she thought.

"No, I don't want out Tom," she said once she had taken care of her nose. "If I had wanted out, I would have just told you. You know how very much upfront we've always managed to be with each other." I don't want out, she thought to herself. I love my life and my husband. Sex had gotten boring, that's all. I didn't want to tell him that. I tried to make it more interesting for the both of us...but, it wasn't happening. Jessica didn't dare say these thoughts out loud. She'd hurt Tom already way too much. For everyone to hear that Tom was a bore in the bedroom was adding insult to injury.

"OK, so then you're interested in hearing my terms?" asked Tom. Terms? Jessica thought. This is some kind of homemade courtroom drama he's got going here. She looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"So here it is, Jess. You're going back to work. But not to your old line of work as a computer parts executive, but instead into the oldest profession, one you've been practicing for, if not your whole life, at least recently. You're to become a whore."

Jessica looked back at her husband dumb-founded.

"Did you hear me Jessica? You're going to start working as a prostitute. That's how you're going to start earning your money and contributing to our household income."

Jessica still could not respond. She looked around the room at the other people looking back at her. Everyone was waiting for her to say something.

"You're kidding," she finally said, hesitantly. She didn't really believe he was kidding. It was too preposterous a joke, given the situation. She looked at Tom. He was quietly shaking his head, indicating that it was indeed no joke.