I didn't like the idea of Henri going to Nigeria with the Adeoyes, but I was overwhelmed by the opinions of the higher-ups in both businesses. As it seemed beneficial to have Henri go, I didn't object too strongly. However, as extension of her stay was followed by another extension, I began to really get angry and at the same time worried about what was happening in far-off Nigeria. Her phone calls became fewer and fewer although she was tending to spend more time on each one. I got the impression she was missing me, just not as much as I missed her. Once she was back, I planned on nixing any other significant travel plans for quite a while.

She did send me photos and narrative information about several houses. There were four the first week, including the Adeoye's. She sent another four the following week, again with excellent photos and notes. I became very busy working on a preliminary design based on not knowing what the land would be like. I was glad to get a significant amount of independence in creating the design.

The basic idea was three plus one levels. The three levels would include: the top level would be private, mostly bedrooms; the middle level would be the formal social areas, including the kitchen, and formal living and dining areas; the bottom level would be the game room. The fourth level would be an additional floor with garage and security support. Based on the lie of the land, the idea would be that this fourth level to be inserted into four possible places, top, bottom, or between any two of the other floors. The living areas, excluding the garage level, would total around five thousand square feet.

When after almost three weeks the three of them returned from Nigeria, my first order of business was to greet Henri and reclaim our marital relationship which I did the first night. The second agenda item was to over the preliminary design document with the Adeoyes. Both seemed very pleased with my analysis and with my preliminary design. Of course, the analysis was partly Henri's and was excellent, particularly considering that her expertise was not in architecture. The Adeoyes said that this would not only serve as a huge assist when looking for a property to build on but would also clarify their objectives on their current search for a temporary home.

After the second day, it seemed that Henri was spending most of her time with the Adeoyes. I believed that she spent most of each day showing them properties. The next few hours I feared she was probably in their hotel suite debriefing them on what they had seen but also enjoying sex with them. She tended to come home around seven or eight each night with a glow that I believed was post-sexual. She came home excited but not as energetic as I hoped. Saturday night she went to work in the late morning and didn't return until after nine pm. My hope had been that she had largely gotten that out of her system while she was in Africa. Apparently, there was still an attraction there, which translated into less intimate time with me.

Sunday afternoon we both decided that we needed to talk about our relationship going forward. She told me that she understood my concerns. She told me that she was going to be absolutely truthful with me and hoped that I would still want to stay with her when she had finished telling me some of the things that had happened while she was In Africa.

Her narrative began with her admitting that she had had numerous FMF threesomes with Bola and Bebi and enjoyed them very much. She told me about skinny dipping in the pool at the first house they visited, other than that of the Adeoyes. This had developed into a foursome with the homeowner, the Adeoyes and Henri. The same thing happened on the next day except that it was at two homes with two different homeowners.

The next day was Saturday, and she and Bebi participated in a faux slave action. The women actually became sex slaves for twenty-four hours. At that point, Bola had told her that he was charging money for the sexual encounters with the homeowners. For the four sexcapades, her share was over one hundred thousand dollars. The Adeoyes explained this business to her and in the next two weeks she made over eight hundred thousand dollars plus she participated in the auction an additional time.

She now had a bank account at the First Bank of Nigeria with the dollar equivalent value of over one million dollars. She was only reporting seventy-five thousand dollars of this to her employer but would have to pay Federal income tax on all of it, else she could never bring it home.

She wanted to know if I was going to divorce her. She would be willing to give me half of the million if that was what I wanted. She claimed she loved me. What she wanted to do is go back to Nigeria for three weeks. She figured she could make another million dollars in three weeks. Then she would have enough after-tax money for us to buy a larger house and start our family.

This was wild. I didn't really like the idea of her prostituting herself, but she seemed sincere about wanting to do it to make another million for us, and about wanting nothing more than to share it with me and make a good down payment on a permanent home in which we could raise our children. That sounded good but I had to accept all the fucking that she had done and was planning to do. I didn't like it because although I believed there was an extremely low chance of her getting caught, if was a real possibility. I think she should have a lot more informative about what was going on in Nigeria while it was going on. This was a hard decision. After she spent a total of six weeks as a whore, would I really want to be married to her?

I just couldn't conceive of having a whore be the mother of my children. It didn't look any better to have the mother of my children act like a whore. Was that a different way of looking at things? She was being a whore so that we could have the house that we wanted to raise our children in. Did that make it worthwhile? Did that justify it?

Upon reflection, I realized this wasn't as big a change as I was thinking. Bola wasn't the first client she had fucked. She had fucked to close several sales which when I thought about it was to obtain the commission. I wouldn't say many, but it was more than a few. Three weeks of whoredom for a different lifestyle. Maybe it wasn't a disastrous end of our world. It was clear that was the way she wanted to go. She had already done it for almost three weeks. What did three weeks more matter? We agreed that it was one and done, or perhaps more semantically correct, it was three more weeks and done.

She went to Nigeria with Bola and Bebi and came back alone three weeks later. When the black limo dropped her off at our house, she was exhausted. The second day she was passionate again and we had fantastic lovemaking. The third day was back to the old routine of spending most of the day with the Adeoyes. I was beginning to get tired of this. Finally, the Adeoyes purchased a house. The search for land to build on was much less intense. It seemed that there weren't that many properties to choose from. Her interactions with the Adeoyes became more social. Sometimes I was invited and sometimes not. When I went along, I always ended up in bed with Bebi, and Henri with Bola. I was able to imagine what happened when I wasn't along for the ride, as I knew about Bola's monstrous appendage, also about Bebi's love for FMF coupling. Occasionally, Bebi would drop by to see me one on one.

After about six months, the Adeoyes selected a property, and the interactions became more intense with me as I worked on the design of their permanent residence. Henri began to pay more attention to her other clients. Although large, her work with the Adeoyes had netted only two commissions, and she needed to produce more for the firm.

With her Nigerian earnings, net after taxes, we were able to purchase a much larger home with a much larger backyard. The next five years I was able to knock Henri up twice and we had two beautiful children, a girl and a boy. Although we still saw the Adeoyes from time to time they were much less a part of our lives. I had become a Senior Associate in my firm, while Henri had become a junior partner in her firm. Henri was a good mother, although she spent too much time showing properties to be considered a great mother.

Cindy was four and Tony was two when she met the Spradlins. They wanted a house they could live in together. Their family unit consisted of twin brothers and a slightly older sister. From what Henri said they were unconcerned with incestual or homosexual taboos and just wanted to live together.

Henri

Harry was such a good husband. He let me go back to Nigeria with Bebi and Bola. We had a fabulous time for the three weeks I was there, which was extended to four. Harry agreed to my staying one additional week so I could fly back with Bola and Bebi. By now, I was sure I qualified as a life-time member of the Mile High Club. There was something about fucking and sucking at altitude. Harry was glad to see me and made love to me as only he could. We got serious about finding Bola and Bebi a house, and in a few months, we not only found a satisfactory home, but the lot for their permanent residence, only a mile or two from Harry's and my home. Actually, their new home was in between our former home and our new home. Harry was fully on board with my earning the money for our dream home in Nigeria. As our involvement with Bola and Bebi became less, I was able to concentrate on advancing my career by finding homes for other high-dollar clients.

Pregnancy seemed to fit our lifestyle. Not only was I more horny when I was pregnant, but it seemed that many of my clients and potential clients enjoying banging the pregnant lady. Two years went by and Harry and I now had two children. We continued to enjoy the companionship of Bebi and Bola two or three times a month. I have to admit that Harry was a better parent than I was. He was my rock, always there for the children when I was showing clients potential homes in the evening hours.

Melinda Spradlin was referred to me by Bebi. Before calling her, I looked over the information my assistant had collected when she called. It seemed that for this sale, I would have to satisfy three clients. She was looking for a home for herself and her two younger twin brothers, Paul and Raul. It was a bit unusual that three adult siblings wanted to live together. When I talked to Melinda, I asked about her brothers. She told me they were identical; sometimes, she referred to them as Thing 1 and Thing 2. I thought that was cute.

When I arrived at their temporary rental home, I met the brothers, who told me Melinda was on the way. They were totally identical. Later on, as we became more intimate, I learned to tell them apart by almost insignificant physical features. Paul seemed to be somewhat more outgoing as well. They fixed me a drink and flanked me on a sofa in their living room. They seemed very friendly. My drink was less than half empty when they began removing my clothes.

After my time in Nigeria, I was used to men aggressively pursuing me and perhaps more accurately, my pussy. These guys seemed to intuit what I was willing to do, and somehow just kept on pushing my flexible boundaries. Soon, one was deep kissing me, while the other was sucking on my now-exposed nipples. I was fully aroused and was kissing back the brother who had deep kissed me. I felt a coolness down there, indicating my panties had been removed. That brother soon was working my clit and slit over with his tongue. Time passed very quickly as I noticed that one brother had pulled a blanket from somewhere and was lying on the floor with what appeared to be at least nine inches of mast-like erection. The other brother busied himself with helping me out of my dress. Not being sure of what to do next, I decided to impale my self on the attractive cock waiting for me. The other brother had acquired a tube of K-Y from somewhere and was already applying it to my ass as I felt the delicious sensations of sliding my love channel onto an extremely ready male organ.

The second brother stuck his rod into my asshole, and after some initial discomfort, he started raising my arousal along with the brother who was repeatedly impaling my pussy.

It seemed like only a few minutes until a woman, that I assumed was Melinda, walked in on us, as we were in the middle of a delightful double penetration. She spoke, with some impatience, "Couldn't wait for me, could you?".

I was somewhat involved in experiencing a major blended orgasm, and was unable to give her my full attention.

I was unsure of who her commentary was directed at, but her intentions quickly became clear as she stripped and then began French kissing me as her brothers continued thrusting themselves into my lower orifices. She adjusted our orientations so that the bottom brother could start licking her ass. Satisfying herself that I had a strong, active tongue, she pushed my head down so that I was now licking her clit and slit. She began kissing the top brother, who never missed a stroke of my vagi, while the bottom brother was apparently licking her asshole. Soon, she and I were alternating orgasms, as the brothers alternated strokes inside my pelvic holes. It was convulsive orgasms, one after the other, first by me, then by the sister. Finally, we were temporarily spent as the brothers filled me up.

"Hi, I'm Melinda," she smiled at me.

What to say, I replied with, "Glad to meet you. I'm Henri!"

She told me, "I think we're going to get along very well!"

I simply stated, "I think you're right!"

It was over an hour later after Melinda's sexual needs were fully satisfied, when after showering and dressing, I began to show them listed properties. I managed to show them four properties, located in the same area, before we returned to their house for drinks and another foursome, with the brothers' positions reversed and Mel's and my positions also exchanged. It was nearly nine when I joined Harry for supper. The Spradlins were clients like no others. It was like I was a missing part for their mini orgies.

The next few days were a test of my energy and stamina as we combined showings with foursomes. It turned out that all three of the Spradlins were all unashamedly bi-, and I had to admit that seemed to be my orientation as well. Paul and Raul had been lovers since adolescence and Melinda had soon after expanded their horizons to include sisterly love. I think we were all a bit surprised at how quickly they changed from a threesome into a foursome with my addition to their group. I couldn't wait for our first experience of each day.

I loved my children, and I loved Harry, but my body was fully committed to the Spradlins. My heart was soon to follow. After we found them a home, and I was showing homes to other clients, I found myself dropping by around four or five and staying until eight or nine every evening except when I couldn't excuse my absence from my Harry and my children.

I felt a little guilty about not being with Harry and our children some of those times, but my body felt an imperative to enjoy the Spradlins until I reached satiation. It was like a drug, for which I needed a daily fix.

Harry

After the Spradlins purchased their home, Henri seemed to be spending less and less time with our children and me. It took a while, but with the help of a PI I found that most of the unaccounted-for time was being spent with the Spradlins in their new home. It became apparent that I and our children didn't merit the time that her new friends did.

I had gone through a similar period of our relationship being low on Henri's priority list when she was excited about the Adeoyes. It was becoming clear that this kind of attitude came with the territory. Either our relationship was a priority, or not. It was very apparent that it was not. I was not willing to become second fiddle every two or three years when she became enamored of new clients or friends.

The Spradlins had decided they needed a fourth, and Henri was the perfect candidate. She finally confessed that she and the Spradlin siblings had been having the most fantastic foursomes, often with she and Roni Spradlin both airtight at different times. I really didn't want the sickening details. I had to agree with her assessment that I couldn't compete with the three of them.

She told me that she didn't want a divorce, but that it was up to me. She was planning on spending most of her free time night and day at the home that she had sold to the Spradlins. She wanted to still be a mother to our children but admitted she just didn't have enough time to do the job right. I was sick at heart but saw no alternative to divorce.

Henri

I felt bad about turning my back on Harry and even worse about not spending more time with my children but the lust I felt for my new friends overpowered my sanity, my morality, and my ethics. I really had no choice but to move in with my three lovers. I didn't want to hurt Harry or my children but my sexual drive with the Spradlins was just too strong for any other solution but separation and divorce. Harry and I had a long, somewhat unpleasant conversation, and reached an adult consensus on the best way forward for both of us. It was the D-bomb. I was only mildly disappointed at my change in marital status as it freed me up to move in with the Spradlins, specifically, I shared Roni's bedroom. As with many Angelenos, the Spradlins were trust babies. They busied themselves during the week with monitoring their many and varied financial interests.

Unfortunately, my involvement with my children devolved into attendance at graduations, birthdays, and Christmas, with occasional duty at a soccer or basketball game. Neither Harry nor the children seemed to mind either my absence or occasional appearances. I was very happy to be with the Spradlins. We frequently livened things up with weekend or over night guests of varied sexes and orientations.

Harry

It was sort of a shitty, but quick, end to what I had once thought was a great marriage. I guess we both recognized that it was time to go. She was willing to split our assets fifty-fifty and I got primary custody of our two children with her settling for biweekly weekend visitations with our children. She frequently missed her allocated visits. In a way, I still like her and respect her immense capabilities, but in retrospect, I don't think we ever had the bonding or communication necessary for a successful and long-lasting marriage.

At the end of the day, it had been one hell of a ride with Henri, but I was forced to realize that it was over. Even if things changed with her life, I couldn't see us getting back together. The one good thing that happened was that I became a junior partner in our firm. I believed the appointment was well-earned but possibly accelerated due to my despondency from the breakup of my marriage.

Two years after our divorce, I still haven't found a replacement for Henri, but I have been conducting an ongoing survey of the market for wives. I am enjoying conducting the survey immensely, and I'm confident that my search will have a successful conclusion. This is augmented by my new position allowing me the luxury of an au pair nanny.