Fiona was a good wife. She was loyal, trustworthy and drop-dead gorgeous. She had married Richard when she was young. She had barely turned 20 while Richard was already 29.

Richard came from old money and had only ever known an easy life. He grew up in a 16-bedroom house consisting of 5 house assistants (or servants as they were previously known) and had never earned calloused hands.

They'd fallen in love during Fiona's internship at Richard's family accountancy firm. Richard was nearing his time to become a partner when they'd begun dating. That's when he was more carefree and fun. Fiona hadn't fallen in love with his money but rather his soft, caring side.

Fiona had been more forthcoming with intimacy than Richard ever was. She was promiscuous and adventurous and, above all else, had a formidable libido. Richard was more old-fashioned in the bedroom and despite Fiona's best efforts; he was never really willing to meet her halfway.

Fiona's campaign for a more sexually satisfying relationship soon dissipated over the years of their marriage. Even on their wedding night, Richard was more interested in spending the night drinking with his golfing buddies than consummating his marriage.

Being from a wealthy family and from a legal background, there was, of course, a prenuptial agreement. Richard's mother, Audrey, had insisted from day one of their relationship that this was non-negotiable.

Audrey doted over her only boy. No woman would ever be good enough, and especially not Fiona, who, coming from a working-class family, was clearly just after their fortune in her opinion. Audrey was an old, wrinkled hag of a woman. She was stuck-up, borderline racist, and a master manipulator.

Fiona never actually read the prenup. She had been advised to get legal advice before signing it, but being young and in love, she had never bothered.

The years rolled on and they were drifting apart. Fiona wasn't allowed to work. Instead, she was given an allowance. It was by no means cheap, yet it never felt rewarding. Almost as if she had never earned it. Fiona's days were empty and lonesome. She had friends, but they all worked full-time jobs and had little spare time to give to her. Fiona was expected to socialize with other wives from the golf club. How she hated those women.

After 8 years of marriage, their sex life was mostly non-existent. Richard would regularly come home late on a Friday night after spending the evening at the golf club. Once home and intoxicated he would venture upstairs to Fiona. While barely able to form a sentence, he would climb onto a reluctant Fiona, slobber his way into her mouth and try to push a semi-hard penis into her dry vagina. After approximately 4-5 minutes, he would ejaculate and fall asleep. Fiona would be left feeling like a used whore.

Fiona once tried to confront Richard about the dire state of their relationship, but Richard simply ignored her. He upped her allowance as if to say, 'Take that and stay quiet. ’

Fiona, now understandably depressed, decided to book herself a holiday. She informed Richard and Audrey that she was going to a retreat that would help with fertility problems for women. Audrey had been pestering for a grandchild for years now. First-class return tickets were booked for Rome. Fiona had packed all her favourite sundresses and checked that her passport was in date.

6 days in Rome and a 5-star hotel was going to be incredible. Fiona had begun to let the guilt of paying for the more expensive things slide. After all, Richard could afford it. She spent her days by the pool and her evenings wandering under the city lights.

It was on her second night in the hotel restaurant that she met Mark; a tall and handsome sales manager from London. They had made small talk while sitting at the bar waiting for a table. They decided it would make more sense to sit together rather than both waiting for a table for one.

Fiona learned that Mark was also from a working-class family and had worked his way up through the ranks at the company he worked for. Fiona was beginning to lust a little. She had never considered being unfaithful, even after the years of neglect. Mark was single. Any relationship he tried to hold on to inevitably ended due to the demands of his busy career.

As the wine began to loosen them up a little, Fiona mentioned that the pool was more enjoyable at night. This was an unintentional invitation for him to see her in her newly bought bikini.

Mark was first in the pool; sporting broad shoulders and a toned torso. He was half-submerged in the corner of the pool when Fiona arrived. Fiona had kept herself in great shape all these years, mostly because the boredom of waiting around all week without any career left little alternative but to spend time in the gym. She slipped off her bathing robe to reveal a stunning set of long, sun-kissed legs, a rounded peach ass, toned abs, and voluptuous breasts. Mark was immediately hard but luckily, his lower half was hidden by the pool water.

They bathed and chatted for a while before the conversation became ever more flirtatious. Inevitably, it became a conversation of a sexual nature.

"So how long since you...you know...since you last had a woman?" Fiona queried with a lusty intent,

"Ha! Oh my! That's a good question," Mark answered sheepishly.

"How long for you, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Honestly, it's been longer than I care to mention," Fiona replied in a comedic tone.

After they both chuckled, Fiona swam closer to Mark. He was backed into the corner of the pool. She got close enough for the tension to rise significantly. They suddenly weren't smiling anymore, but rather they were looking much more serious. Their eyes darted from eyes to lips and back again before Mark made a lunge forward. He put his right hand behind Fiona's head, stood up and pulled her in for a very long kiss. Fiona kissed him back with passion. She'd forgotten how much sensuality she had buried in her.

While half floating in the water, Fiona wrapped her legs around Mark. The heat coming from Fiona met Mark's rock-hard cock. They both initiated a slow pelvic grind. In that moment, Fiona forgot she was married. Pulling back, she whispered, "I'm in room 412. Follow me in 5 minutes."

Mark nodded with a devious expression

Fiona shut the door behind her and quickly tidied her suitcase and clothes off the bed. She dried herself and stripped off her bikini. She hadn't packed anything sexy other than a silk robe. That would have to do. She donned the robe, left the door on the latch and climbed onto the bed. She waited with bated breath. Her libido had made a surprise return and had ignited a passion in her. Moments later, there was a light knock on the door.

"It's open," Fiona said in a hushed voice.

The door creaked open to find Mark peering in. He was wearing a fitted shirt and slacks. Fiona softly bit her bottom lip. Mark had brought a bottle of wine and 2 glasses, but could see there was no need for them. Fiona let her legs slide apart to reveal her naked body under the dim bluish light.

Mark began to undress at the end of the bed. He unbuttoned his shirt and let it slide off his toned arms. His trousers dropped off before he climbed up the bed and sank between Fiona's legs. They kissed passionately while their hands and bodies lapped up against each other.

Fiona pushed her hand down to his groin to find his girthy, hard cock. She hadn't been this aroused in years. She felt desperate and wet and longed to feel him inside her.

Mark's cock throbbed. It had been so long since he had been with a woman he hadn't paid for. It completely changed the way he could act. He would have to be considerate, not demanding. He couldn't order his favourite pleasures like they were on a menu. He was more gentle and reserved; more respectful and compassionate.

Fiona got her hand under his boxer shorts to finally grab him and feel all of what he had. Mark moaned as she began to stroke him. She was wet enough to not need lubricant. Fiona guided him towards her vagina. Their eyes met as he entered her. She gasped as he slid all the way into her. He filled all of her. Her lip trembled as he returned his hips and thrust into her again. As he picked up momentum, she began to groan uncontrollably. Fiona could feel an intense sensation building in between her legs. As Mark's thrusts became more powerful, she became weaker. Her back began to arch as her orgasm rose up and spread throughout her body. Her breathing became laboured. She was experiencing sensual electricity throughout every fibre in her body when it finally culminated in an explosion deep inside her. Fiona threw her head back and let out a raw, unadulterated, and sensational scream of pleasure.

Mark hadn't cum, but he was close. He didn't mind not coming yet as he had been worried that he might not last as long as Fiona has wanted. Now he could regroup and go for seconds if Fiona was keen.

Mark kissed Fiona's neck as she regained her breath. He slipped out of her and rolled to her side. Fiona turned her head to face him and smiled. She began to giggle. Then she began laughing harder. Soon she was hysterical. Mark was confused and getting a little embarrassed. Fiona eventually calmed and reassured him. She explained that she hadn't had an orgasm in nearly a decade, and the uncontrollable laughing was just a slight side effect.

Fiona began to question Mark’s overall experience between them. Mark was obviously enthusiastic but tried to keep quiet about his lack of ejaculation. He was keeping that card close to his chest in case he needed to perform again. Fiona already knew.

"So you didn't come yet? Were you close, or did I do something wrong?” questioned Fiona with a glint in her eye.

"No, you were amazing. You just got there slightly ahead of me, is all," Mark replied rather positively.

"Oh, I see ...well… how about I fix that for you?" Fiona whispered in a sexual tone as she slid down the bed.

Mark didn't get time to respond before Fiona was kissing around his torso. She kissed slowly, getting lower and lower until she found the base of his cock. She gained eye contact and then slowly dragged her tongue from the base of his cock to the tip. She circled the head before deep-throating him. Mark was stunned. Fiona was a blowjob expert. It was merely minutes before Mark was panting and confessing his imminent eruption.

Fiona didn't stop. She slurped faster and faster. Her head bobbed rhythmically until he unloaded himself inside her throat. He exhaled a low, pleasurable groan as Fiona swallowed.

Fiona rose up with a devilish smile. They both lay there in silence reminiscing about what the just experienced until they fell asleep.

For the remaining five days of Fiona's trip, Mark fucked her in every possible position. Fiona blew him off day and night. They watched porn each morning and re-enacted their favourite scenes. Fiona had found her lost libido. Mark's cum shots were reducing in volume each day due to the lack of recovery time.

The day arrived when Fiona had to leave. They had exchanged contact details, emails, social medias, everything. Fiona had already planned on traveling to London soon to surprise him in his office.

Before Fiona left, she wanted one last encounter. She said she wanted him to do her doggy style while she recorded it on her camera phone. Mark was more than happy to oblige as long as his face wasn't seen. Fiona agreed and set up the phone beside the bed for a side-view shot. This kept both their faces out of the lens. She got into position as Mark approached from behind her. He put his hands on her hips and pushed his throbbing cock into her. Fiona began to moan immediately. As Mark pounded her, Fiona reached for the phone and brought the camera into view of her face. She made sure Mark’s face stayed out of view.

While Mark neared climax, Fiona ordered him to cum on her face. He did as he was instructed. Fiona she tugged him off all over her face whilst recording the whole thing.

The flight home felt long and dreadful. The closer Fiona got to home the more she got a sinking feeling in her stomach. She hadn't considered how much she didn't want to return home. It was in the airport when she was collecting her luggage that it really hit her hard. She decided she was going to divorce Richard. She had no choice.

Fiona returned later that day to an empty house. It was Friday. Richard was golfing, which meant he would return later and most likely inebriated. That also means he would probably try to fuck her. Pathetically, but try nonetheless. Fiona had no interest in allowing this. She also found a welcome home letter from Audrey. An A4 lined paper written front and back. It was mostly Audrey droning on with the usual gaslighting and passive-aggressive statements. It was the final paragraph that tipped Fiona over the edge. Audrey wrote how she had organized a surprise pre-pregnancy baby shower. Fiona exploded in a fury, hurtling her suitcase across the room. Crashing against her mirror and shattering it. Fiona would need to end things sooner than expected if she was to avoid the party.

Richard arrived home later that evening. He fumbled to open the door before sauntering up the stairs in search of Fiona. He hadn't texted or called her once on her trip or even since she returned home. He opened the bedroom door to find her sitting at the edge of the bed.

"Oh great, you're exactly where I wanted you. Be a darling and lie back there. We need to make you good and pregnant," Richard slobbered with an arrogant tone.

"Don't you dare fucking touch me!'' scorned Fiona. ''The only reason I'm actually here is to tell you that we're finished... I want a divorce."

"Oh really?... I doubt that's really going to happen now, don't you think? Did you ever read the pre-nup? Clearly not!" Richard replied with a cocky tone.

Fiona thought about it for a few seconds before storming out of the room. She went straight to the office at the end of the hallway and locked the door behind her. She riffled through drawers of documents until she found a copy. She studied it late into the night. Richard had obviously passed out as he never bothered following her up with his earlier demands.

Exhausted and weary, Fiona finally got into bed in one of the spare rooms in the early hours of the morning. She felt so low, so naive. How could she have signed something like this without reading it? She had learned that she was limited on just about every aspect of her own life. The worst part was that she couldn't divorce Richard even if he was unfaithful. The only way to divorce him was if Richard filed for it.

Fiona barely slept. Her mind raced whilst also dreading the afternoon party that loomed.

9.15 am. Fiona could hear Audrey flapping around downstairs. Audrey had brought her own personal chef to cater for 20 or so guests arriving at 11 am. Fiona got herself up. She showered and dressed then took a deep breath before heading downstairs.

"Oh, it's about time you got up. Are you going to put on something nice, or are those rags the best you have?" Audrey sneered behind a fake smile.

"No, Audrey ...this is it," sighed Fiona.

"I thought so! I'll send my assistant out to buy something more appropriate," scoffed Audrey.

Fiona ignored it and she slumped into the living room like a zombie. She lay on the couch until guests began to arrive.

The party guests were made up of Richard's golf friends, their wives and Audrey's friends. Not one of Fiona's actual friends was invited. Fiona made a little small talk where necessary but mostly avoided conversation. She was completely blank and visibly broken inside.

Later that afternoon, Audrey made a toast. It was all praises for Richard and an odd dig for Fiona. Audrey finished and announced that she had suddenly had a wonderful idea.

"Fiona, why don't you show us all the pictures from your trip? Can't you put it on the TV screen like all you young people do?" Audrey demanded,

Fiona, saying nothing, did as she was asked. As she cast her phone to the TV screen and opened her gallery she spotted the 4.13 minute video herself and Mark had made. Fiona paused for what felt like an eternity. She was overcome with a feeling of terror, yet it was almost like an offering; an opportunity to escape. Feeling numb throughout her body and ringing in her ears she clicked on the video, and up it popped on the TV for all to see.

A silence drifted over the crowd. The speakers blasted out the groaning and slapping from the doggy-style sex on the screen. It looked like an amateur porn reel. Suddenly, there were cheers and whistles. Everyone had assumed that Fiona had accidentally cast a dirty homemade video of herself and Richard. There were whoops, jeering, and laughing as Richard's friends patted him on the back. The wives all stared at Fiona with embarrassed and condescending eyes.

Richard grabbed the remote control and quickly switched the TV off. He then took Fiona by the arm and led her quickly out of the room. More whistles and jeering followed.

"Going for round two?" shouted one of the golfers. Everybody laughed.

''Outside!'' Richard scorned at Fiona.

"What the fuck was that, you silly cow?" gritted Richard.

Fiona just stared blankly.

"When did you record that? I don't ever remember doing that with you. How long have you had that video?" Richard interrogated,

"It's not you in the video," Fiona confessed solemnly.

"What? How’s that even possible? Who else could it be? You don't know anyone else?" Richard said bluntly.

Fiona took out her phone, and they both watched the video. As the camera view brought Fiona's face into view, Richard could see a male figure make their way around the side and then ejaculate over Fiona's face. Fiona pressed pause on the video.

"Do you notice anything?" Fiona asked calmly,

"What am I supposed to see?" Richard said in a state of denial,

"Do you see those tattoos? You don't have tattoos, do you, Richard? Also look at the TV in the background; do you see the headlines?" Fiona stated with calm confidence,

Richard was lost for words. He swallowed a dry swallow and took a step backwards.

Clicking her fingers authoritatively once and gaining Richard's' focus, she said, "We're getting a divorce, and you are going to see it done because if you don't. I will post this video in every WhatsApp group I'm in. Then I'll email it to everyone else. The world will know that Richard's wife is slutting herself around with anyone who will look at her"

Richard couldn't move.

"I'll expect you to organize this ASAP. I'm going to take enough clothes for a few weeks while you get the ball rolling...Also -I'll expect enough of a payment to cover the 8 years of career I've lost..." Fiona's words hung in the air.

"Oh, and one last thing... I'm taking the Jag," Fiona said, dropping her final bombshell as she turned and walked away.

Fiona drove out of the gates in her new Jaguar filled with suitcases of clothes. She set the sat-nav to London. Having put on her sexiest lingerie and a long leather jacket she drove down the motorway; smiling ear to ear.

Later, she entered the office building where Mark worked. She managed to blag her way into his office and waited in surprise. Mark had just finished a meeting when he opened the door to his office to find Fiona standing there. He closed the door behind him as Fiona's jacket dropped to the floor. Fiona was standing in his office wearing a matching laced bra and thong. Her garter and stockings fitted exquisitely, and the black toeless high heels tied it all together. Mark fucked her there and then.

A few months had passed and Fiona had moved into a new place in London. It was a short drive to Mark's from here. Her bank account was now proudly holding a hefty payout, and the finalized divorce papers were on her coffee table.

Fiona opened her phone to a long text from Audrey describing how devastating her actions have been and how much she should be ashamed of herself, and so on and so on. She went on to say that Richard won't even talk to her anymore and that there's still no clarity as to why he even agreed to the divorce. Fiona was gearing up to send a vicious reply when she stopped. She thought about all the horrible things that Audrey and Richard had done over the years. The heartache, the control and all the torturous gaslighting.  Fiona sat quietly for a minute. Then an idea made her smile a very devious smile.  She opened her gallery and scrolled down to the video of her and Mark. She clicked share and then highlighted Audrey's message contact. She clicked send.