My model wife

My name (really) is Adam, and my wife is Olivia, who often goes by "O". (We don't live in the same city we used to, so I'm not worried about being recognized.) We've been married for over 12 years. We fuck 4 or 5 times a week on average, and if I don't initiate it she does.

She worked as a model for almost 15 years. By that time she was 34, still beautiful but obviously not a teenager anymore. That's when I met her, at an otherwise boring dinner party. We began dating and I fell in love. Soon she did, too. She told me she was planning to quit modeling soon because the business values youth over everything and it was getting harder to find jobs. She didn't tell me anything about her agent, Phillip.

Five months later we were married. We were happy for over 12 years and I believed she was completely faithful, until an odd thing happened around the end of June this year. She always kept her phone on her and locked, but one morning she was in a hurry to get to yoga and left it on the kitchen counter. I knew it was an untrusting thing to do, but I couldn't resist opening it, and I found it was not locked. I went through her text messages until I came to one from "Phillip" which said, 'I got your text message, O. Really glad to hear from you! Your plan sounds great, so I'll see you at your room, under "Mrs. Robinson," at the Hilton downtown at 2 on Friday. It will make this another happy birthday for me.'

I was stunned and almost sick to my stomach, then I got angry. I opened my laptop and went to Phillip's agency page to see what he looked like- not a good idea maybe because he was a lot better looking that me. I went back into her phone and back through her messages for a couple of years. Each year I found a few back and forth with him around the 1st of July and another few around Christmas, with nothing in between.

On Friday at 1:30 I found a spot in the Hilton lobby where I could appear busy while mostly hiding behind my laptop. 15 minutes later O came in, got her key, and went to the elevators. 20 minutes after that, Phillip came in and went straight to the elevators- she must have texted him the room number. I knew I couldn't sit there all afternoon without arousing suspicion, so I took my laptop and left, returning around 3:00. Then I sat again, inconspicuously checking every elevator load of guests as it opened into the lobby. At 3:45 Phillip walked out looking thoroughly fucked. Ten minutes later O came down glowing, turned in her key card and checked out- I realized then that with her separate account with all the money she saved while modeling, I would never have seen a hotel charge.

I went back to work, my hands and knees shaking. I knew I had to confront her, but I was confused. I didn't think she could have had a hot affair for twelve years with Phillip without my finding out, and the fact that it was him made it unlikely to be what it otherwise looked like, turning a trick.

About 5:00 I texted her that I was leaving work and would be home about 5:30. When I walked in the door she stood there with a big smile and a Manhattan for me, then gave me a big kiss. She smelled showered and wonderful and she had fresh clothes on.

"Hello, darling, how was your day?" I took a few big gulps of my drink and said, "Could you make me another while I change?" I went upstairs, put on my jeans and a clean shirt- the one I had been wearing was covered with mostly dried sweat- then I came down again.

I steered her to a stool at the counter and sat across from her. I had no desire to torture her with drama, so I merely said I had something to tell her. "Oh?" she said.

I began simply. "This week I became aware, without trying to, that you were going to meet your old agent, Phillip, at the Hilton this afternoon. I went and sat in the lobby and watched as you went up, then he did, then an hour and a half later he came down, then you came down and checked out. Have I got this right so far?" She sat stunned, a hand over her mouth, tears welling in her eyes, and started to respond, but I held up a hand to quiet her and went on. "Turns out you see him every Christmas and birthday- around July 1st, right? Since you haven't worked with him in over twelve years, you must have been fucking him at least twice a year all the time we've been married." At this point, hearing myself say it like that, I choked a little and fought back tears of my own. "I only know about Phillip twice a year, and I don't know how many other guys you've fucked, but it's obvious you've made a mockery of our marriage." With that, I drained my Manhattan, waited a moment for her to speak, and when she didn't I went to the bar and fixed myself another.

O sat face down with her head on her crossed arms on the bar, quietly crying. I walked across the room to a window to give her a chance to pull herself together. Finally she got up, wiped her face with a napkin, and crossed the room to me. She held both of my shoulders and said, "Please, Adam. Please give me a chance to explain." She looked so miserable I couldn't say no, so I nodded for her to go ahead. This is what she told me.

When she was 19, she was spotted by an agent during a game for her college volleyball team. He worked for models exclusively, and she was amazingly beautiful. He made an appointment for her to come interview. At first she didn't want to, thinking he was just a perv, but finally she came to the appointment at his office on Friday.

Olivia was a little relieved when she found both the agent, Phillip, and a woman named Natty in the office. They chatted for a while, then the woman took her into a small side room to change into the tiniest bikini Olivia had ever seen, which made her laugh, then they came out so Phillip could see her. He liked what he saw, and had her sit down so he could make her an offer. The other woman said goodbye and that she hoped to be working with Olivia in the future, then she left.

He said she had what it took, including poise, body and face, to be a real success in runway modeling and local television ads. She would have to spend a few days with Natty for a basic introduction to the art of modeling, then he would get her a job. If that was successful, which he was confident it would be, he would begin booking her with the highest-paying jobs he could. His fee would be 15-20% of her pay, depending on the job, plus any premium he could extract from the client. He talked a little about how much each type of job would pay.

She was thrilled. "That's incredible! Is that all there is to it?"

Phillip smiled and said, "No, I'm afraid not. Every time I get you a new job, I will want to fuck you. Once. Just so you know my interest in representing you isn't bullshit, I will not require you do that for the first job. Oh, and I would want you to keep me on a retainer of sorts: fuck me once during my birthday week and once around Christmas every year."

Olivia was stunned, and said, "I don't think I could do that." She stood up to go change. Phillip said, "That's fine, no pressure. Think about it, and call me if you change your mind." With that, she got dressed and left.

She did think about it, and she became more and more interested, partly because Phillip was a handsome guy and he had made it clear this was not scumbag abuse but a simple transaction. She finally decided to try it for a few months. A week after a few days of training he got her her first job, which was one day and paid $3,000 minus 15% for him. He said nothing about her side of the transaction, and just asked her if she wanted him to keep booking jobs. "Yes!" she said. "I'm ready to go!"

The next job came a week or so later, and paid the same. When she finished, Phillip invited her to his apartment, which was very stylish. She knew what this was for, but she was feeling grateful and turned on so she fucked his brains out. They went on like that for 15 years. Then when she was at Phillip's apartment after her last job, after fucking him she told him, "Phillip, we both know I'm approaching my pull date so I'm going to protect my pride by quitting modeling. Besides, I've met a great guy and we're engaged to be married."

He replied, "I'm really sorry to hear that, O. I hope you will be very happy with him. I'll miss you." He looked really sad, and Olivia had what she later described to me as a "moment of weakness." She told him, "Look, Phillip, I'm going to miss you, too, but I'm really grateful to you for the career you've given me. What would you think of continuing to see me like this every year just at your birthday and Christmas?" He looked surprised and then dubious, and said, "What about your fiance- who by then will probably be your husband? I really don't like dealing with angry husbands."

She smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'll make sure he never finds out." With that she gave him a long, deep kiss, pressing her naked body to his until he had a boner and rolled her over to fuck her again.

She said that was the whole story. She said she had never fucked or even kissed anybody else since we got married. When she was finished talking, she stood fearfully waiting for me to respond.

"Why, Olivia? You say you love me, and you've told me a hundred times I'm the best you've ever had, and I give it to you 4 or 5 times a week, yet even if it's true you aren't doing anybody else you're continuing to fuck this guy from your deep past. Why?"

She stood with an odd look on her face, then said, "I was only 19- just a kid. He gave me a great career, Adam. I like him, and I've always been grateful. But it was just a transaction- part of his fee.

"If you can find it in your heart to forgive me, I will call right now and tell him it's over. I've held up my side of the deal."

She stood looking so sad, and so beautiful, that I took her in my arms and kissed her. "Of course I forgive you, darling. Go get your phone."