This happened way back in 1986. I only tell close friends how my second marriage ended. Here's the tale. I'm not proud, but it is very sexually exciting. I married my second wife because she was so hot and we both were alcoholics. I was only 22 and she was 20. We used to drink at a small bar in a bad neighborhood nearly every night and especially on weekends. Everyone knew us. We had only been married a few months. It was a Friday night around midnight and the bar was packed. Suddenly, I couldn't find my wife anywhere. I began searching for her and asking around when a guy I didn't know very well said he saw the bartender, a jerk named Franky, take a blonde into the BJ room. I asked him what the hell is the BJ room and where is it. He pointed to a fire exit. I went and opened the door. No alarm sounded and it let out into an L shaped alley behind the building with no other exits. I turned the corner and saw my new wife of only two months on her knees and aggressively blowing Franky the bartender. I was immediately furious, but they hadn't seen me peek around the corner so I quietly walked back in the bar and looked around. It was full of guys who had hit on my wife all the time and a bunch of dudes I didn't know, including several members of the local biker gang. The evil idea hit me and I shouted, "My wife's back here giving out blow jobs if anyone wants one!" The reaction was immediate. A throng of goons dropped whatever they were doing and headed my way. I yelled, "It's twenty bucks each. Pay up." The whole group paused as I blocked the door. I said, "Twenty bucks! No condom. And she swallows. One at a time. Whose first?" A big biker pushed forward and handed me a twenty dollar bill. I took it and stepped aside. The door closed. A few seconds later a frazzled looking Franky came out. I held out my hand and said, "That will be twenty bucks, Franky." He said, "For what?" I slapped his face and said, "That's my f*ckin wife on her knees back there. Now pay up." Franky pulled a twenty out and tossed it at me, running into the crowd of guys. I yelled, "Whose next. I think three at a time is fine." I collected three more twenties and let them through the door. A few minutes later the big biker came out, zipping up his fly and said, "Thanks, man. Your wife's a doll." He handed me a hundred dollar bill, patted my shoulder and said, "She's worth every penny." I collected another twenty from a black dude and sent him in to replace the biker. I kept replacing new guys for the ones coming out, and this went on for well over an hour. Finally, the last guy went inside, a short balding dude, and I followed him to the end of the alley. Another guy was getting serviced by my wife in front of us as we watched. He finished after a few minutes and she swallowed his spunk down, which surprised me. I had only offered that for the hype. She hated sperm. It normally disgusted her. I really hadn't expected her to swallow any of it or do anything like this. Her willingness to stay in the alley and blow so many men like that seemed insane to me. Actually, I thought she was going to run out of that alley screaming when I had started this. Instead she stayed in there and she orally serviced every one of them, at least 44 men. (I counted the twenties later that night and I had $880 in twenties and the hundred dollar bill from that biker) Kerri looked awful. That was her name btw. It's her real name. I'm not protecting her here with a fake name. Her mascara had streaked down her cheeks. Her hair was a tangled blond mop and hanging in front of her face. Her shirt had been pushed down and her bra pulled up exposing her breasts. She blinked up at me and the short balding dude next to me, who was spanking his meat with gusto. Before I could ask her why she would do this the balding dude stepped forward, presented his penis and Kerri put her mouth around it. He groaned and stiffened, then jerked around. Kerri pulled away with a mouthful, and staring up at me with a defiant look, she swallowed. As the short balding dude zipped up and fled back toward the bar, I held my arms out and asked, "Why?" She cleared her throat, licked her lips and said, "Why? You ask me why? Because my fucking husband told everyone no condom needed and that I swallow. That's why." She stood up, her dirty knees sticking out of torn fishnet stockings, and unstable on her five inch pumps. She made an attempt to fix her hair with her hands, but gave up and lurched forward, clip-clopping passed me. She said, "I need a drink. Get this nasty taste out of my mouth before I puke." She put a finger up and paused, spinning unsteadily on one heel to face me. She smirked and added, "Oh, and one more thing I need... a divorce." She turned away and clip-clopped out of my life.