Many years ago I had left my wife and got divorced, I drifted around from one relationship to another and in and out of jobs, one day out of the blue I got a phone call that was to change my life massively for years to come. Basically what had happened was this,one of my clients had owned a business that I used to carry out work for, he had died suddenly and not left a will. He had only one son and an ex-wife who he was still on friendly terms with and that was the sum total of his relatives, the complicating factor was the fact that he'd died without leaving a will and due to the value of his estate (it came out that he owned several rental properties that nobody knew about) it was quite sizeable and the laws dictated that there had to be an inquiry to make sure that he didn't owe any massive debts, and also that he had no other relatives that may have a claim on the estate, everything was in limbo for about, the officials reckoned, 2 years. This left his son as executor, with a major problem, he couldn't sell the business, but he had no interest in running it, however if it closed he was left with rates etc that still had to be paid on the building and all the other expenses, now these would legitimately be paid from the estate however it would eat into the final amount he would inherit, there was however a get out for him, he could run the business and any profits would go straight to him, not wanting to do this himself he looked for someone else and I became the person he offered it to, basically I would run the firm, any maintenance costs would come out of the estate but any profits went straight to me, it was an offer I couldn't refuse! So there I was, a successful businessman overnight, plenty of cash for very little effort, it suited me fine, well be honest, who would work for a living if they din't have too! I met a very attractive young lady who came into the business one day and within a week or so we were having a relationship, she had, or so she said, been dumped by her long term boyfriend shortly after giving birth to her first child, the child was only about a month old when we met and I took him on as my own. She was unbelievably sexy in both looks and behaviour, she was the type of girl who could walk into a loud crowded pub and within minutes the place would fall silent and all eyes would be on her. She was high maintenance but what the hell I could afford it, going out somewhere special meant buying her everything new, from shoes and underwear right up to the coat and everything in between but it was worth it. I knew I'd hit the jackpot when after a few weeks I decided to see just how far she was willing to go, I have for years had a thing about women pissing themselves and one night I decided to broach the subject and see how she reacted, I'd come in from work and she was wearing some really tight jodhpurs, a little boob tube and some long black boots, the whole lot was so tight it fitted like a second skin, she looked awaesome, she made my dinner and after the baby went to bed we sat down to a few drinks, "you know, I'd really like to see you piss in those pants and then pull them down, bend you over and give you a really good fucking" I said, taking another drink from my glass. She just smiled and carried on drinking, about an hour later she got up and stood in the middle of the room, then without saying a word began to empty her very full bladder into the ultra tight jodhpurs, it trickled down and pooled inside her long black sexy boots, she slowly undid the jodhpurs to reveal a skimpy pair of black panties, "come on then, fuck me" she said seductively as she bent over the arm of the chair, I didn't need asking twice and was banging the arse off her within seconds! After that it seemed she'd happily piss herself without asking, in fact quite often she'd be the instigator of events, one night we were walking back from the pub, as usual she had on a new outfit consisting of a pair of leather jeans, more new boots and a tight top with leather jacket. I'd stopped down an alley for a piss and as I stood there I became aware of a hissing sound, she just smiled and looked at me, "I suddenly needed a piss, must have been all the lager" she giggled, then added, "I did it in my new leathers, aren't I naughty, you'll have to deal with me when we get home", we got home and boy did I deal with her, the following morning she was struggling to walk. Anything I wanted to do, she'd do it, I was as happy as the proverbial pig in muck, but eventually things began to happen that made me wonder if all was really as perfect as I thought. One night we were going out and I wanted her to dress in a certain way, I had recently bought her some black underwear, it was soft and velvety, and very expensive. I wanted her to wear this with her leather jeans, another new pair of boots and a tight little top, the only problem was she couldn't find the panties, the bra was in her drawer, the panties were nowwhere to be found, a few days later an event occured that began to cause little doubts and worries to creep into my mind. She had gone out, as she did once each week, for a night out with an old school friend, unfortunately that night there was a sudden death in the family and I was asked to go and tell her, I knew the club she was going to and drove down to tell her. Not wanting to create a scene I planned to take her outside to break the news, she was dancing away and the look on her face as I entered the club was one of pure shock. I asked her to come outside and she was very reluctant, even down to accusing me of spying on her, then this other lad appeared and started to get involved, I told him to sod off and dragged her outside,she was none too happy about this but, when told about the death of her niece she went as expected , to pieces, we got in the car and drove to her relatives house where the family was gathering. A couple of days later this missing pair of panties floated back into my mind and I began to wonder if they were down the back seat of someone else's car! Over the next few years on and off there were a number of events which looking back should have rung alarm bells, sudden unplanned nights out with her friend, or me coming home from work to find her dressed as if she had either been out, or was expecting to go out, the sex was still there but she didn't seem as sex mad as she used to be. One day after we'd been together about 5 years she announced she was pregnant, this came as one hell of a surprise as she was on the pill, plus if I'm honest I didn't think I was capable of fathering a child, my sperm count was rediculously low and if it hadn't happened in the previous 5 years, why now? The baby was born and then all of a sudden we started having problems, she didn't want to go out as much, well not with me anyway, it was always, "oh I'm meeting a friend in town for a mummy day with the kids", or going to a lot of kids parties, that sort of thing. Then one day it happened, I was still running the business, she was still spending the money and I had been away for the day, on my return all my bags were packed and piled neatly in the front garden, and the locks were changed! She just shouted out of the window that I was a no good so and so and it was over, a few days later I was visiting a friend in the street and the police rolled up, she'd rung them and told them I'd been round threatening her, it was all lies and we were able to prove it! A few months later and I began to hear the tales, people had seen her in town in a pub with another bloke, she'd told me she was out with a girlfriend, she was even caught one night having sex with a fireman in a fire engine at the local fire station! It seemed everyone knew what was going on, everyone except me that is and now they all wanted to tell me what they knew, the only thing was I wanted to know why they'd not told me about it earlier, maybe I could have done something about it, or at least got out under my own terms. One day she rang me, I was supposed to be going to see the kid and instead of going to her house she wanted me to meet them at her mothers, oh and while I was there would I take a look at her friends car? Like the nice person I was, I agreed and the following Saturday I arrived at her mothers, her 'friend' was already there with his car and after looking at it I sent him off for some parts while I played with 'my' son. On his return she decided to pop over to the supermarket while I fixed the car, as we were talking he asked if I knew her ex boyfriend, of course I did, it was me but I didn't tell him that. He then went on to tell me how long he'd been seeing her and how much of a bastard her ex was, not giving her any money, never taking her out, I could feel my temper rising, I really wanted to hit him! I repaired the car then let him know who I actually was, his face was a picture, I then decided to tell him a few home truths, all the gear she was wearing was bought and paid for by me, the thighboots she wore when he was fucking her were bought by me, he wanted to watch himself, she'd bled me dry and would probably do the same to him, I got in my car and never saw her again. Several years went by and I met someone else and re-married, then one day out of the blue I ran into one of her mates, apparently it hadn't worked out with the other guy and she was once again single, and skint, but the best bit was yet to come. She admitted to her mate that I was the best thing that had ever happened to her and if she had her chance again she'd marry me in a heartbeat! "so how are things these days then, are you seeing anyone?" her friend asked, clearly on a 'fishing trip'. I spotted my chance and went for it, "well it was a bit rough at first, I was homeless for a spell and lost my job, all as a result of her doing what she did, then one day I met another lady, a really nice genuine person who didn't just want me for my money, in fact we've been married now for several years and never been happier". Her face was a picture, 'go tell that to her' I thought with a wry smile.