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Margaret's Revenge

By: Fred1177



Margaret had summoned her two ex-sisters for a summit.

"I have an idea," she said, "one that may make all of us happy."

Barbara and Fay just looked at each other. 

"I want to put Ray in his place once and for all. I know you two are his sisters, but I don't think you like him any more than I do. He divorced me after taking up with some gold-digging young slut and I know he cheated you two out of your shares of the family business. I figure he's got it coming."

"Depends on the plan," Fay said. "I don't want to waste my time on something lame."

Barbara agreed with her. So, Margaret laid out her plan and the squeals of laughter that she received confirmed their cooperation.

A few days later, Margaret called her ex-husband and invited him over. He was wary at first.

"Why do you want me to come over?" he asked.

"Welllll, I thought maybe we could have some 'ex sex' if you know what I mean," she purred into the phone. "'I'm feeling the need' if you know what I mean."

"I can be there in ten minutes," he said.

When he got there, they immediately began to make out as soon as he walked through the door.

"Do you still like kinky?" she asked.

"Oh, yeah, baby! What have you got in mind?"

She took him to the bedroom and showed him a free-standing square rig that was made up of steel pipes and had cuffs attached to it. "I was thinking that I could rock your world with my new toy."

"I love bondage!" he said. 

Margaret cuffed him securely and began to tease him a little by rubbing her hand over the crotch of his pants. He was definitely turned on. She smiled at him and then said, "Okay, he's ready, come on out."

He had a look of absolute horror when his two younger sisters (Fay, 32 and Barbara, 29) came out of the bathroom. The fact that they both had big smiles on their faces did nothing to make him feel better.

"What's going on here?" he asked in a panic-sounding voice. "Let me go! Let me go!"

Fay walked up and put her hand on his face. "Dear brother, I think we want to have some fun with you first!"

Barbara took a pair of scissors and walked up to him. He was wearing a t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers. She began to cut off his t-shirt.

"You know," she said to no one in particular, "I've always wondered what he's got down there."

"Look, we can work something out," he said. "We could make a deal."

"I think the time for deal-making is over," Fay said.

As Margaret began to unsnap his jeans, he begged her, "Please don't pull my pants down in front of my sisters! Please, I'm begging you!"

Margaret just laughed as she slowly unzipped him and lowered his jeans around his ankles. He was wearing red and white striped boxers and he was shaking.

"Ready for the unveiling?" Margaret asked.

"Please, no!" he said.

On the count of three, Margaret slowly pulled his shorts down. Fay and Barbara started laughing hysterically. 

"Look at that teenie weenie!" Barbara said. "I had no idea it was so tiny! How did you stay married to him?"

Margaret said, "It wasn't easy."

Fay said, "It looks so sad and wilted. Who's got the razor?"

Margaret had the razor and the shaving cream. Barbara began trimming off the longer hairs with scissors and then Margaret applied shaving cream to the remaining hair.

Fay said, "Gotta be careful. It would be very easy to shave that little thing right off." They had a good laugh over that.

Once he was shaved, they wiped off the remaining shaving cream and inspected the results.

"Wow. He looks like a twelve-year-old," Fay said.

"More like a ten-year-old," Barbara said. "A forty year-old man with the dick of a child."

"I wonder how long it is when it's hard," Fay said.

"Let's find out! There's a ruler on that desk there." Margaret said. She began to slowly stroke his penis.

"No! I won't get an erection!" Ray said.

The women all laughed.

"Yeah! Like you can control it!" Barbara said.

As Margaret stroked his penis, it slowly began to respond. It didn't take long for it to turn into a raging red hard-on. Fay took the ruler and measured his penis with it.

"Girls! We have a whopper here! This monster-sized cock is a whopping three and a half inches long!" Fay announced. The women were laughing almost to the point of tears and Ray just wanted to curl up and die.

"Where's the camera?" Barbara asked.

"Please! No pictures!" Ray said. "Let me go!"

"All in good time," Margaret said.

Fay and Barbara had a digital camera and they took a bunch of pictures. Barbara said, "I know a website that pays for pics of teenie weenies. This one sure qualifies!"

"Only one question left, girls," Fay said. "I want to know how far it can shoot. I know it's just a little guy, but what can it do?"

"I won't come. I won't!" Ray said.

"Ray!" Margaret said. "We both know you have no dick control! You can't hold back!"

"I will this time. I won't come!"

Barbara handed a bottle of lotion to Margaret. "I'll let you do the honors, Margaret. I'd rather not play with my brother's dick."

Margaret put a small amount of lotion on her hands and rubbed it in. Then she put a small amount of lotion on Ray's throbbing penis.

"Okay, girls, time me!" Margaret said. Then, she began to stroke his penis and using her thumb to stimulate the head. Ray was trying to hold back and he was resisting and pulling against the restraints. Margaret began to stroke faster and to squeeze harder. Despite Ray's efforts, he began to ejaculate. The semen came out in a weak spurt followed by three or four drops.

"That's it? That's the money shot? That was lame, 'little bro,'" Barbara said.

"How long did he last?" Margaret asked.

Fay was laughing. "He lasted forty-five seconds!"

Barbara said, "He couldn't even last one minute?"

After his orgasm, his penis went into total retreat. Fay whipped out the ruler again. "It shrank down to an inch and a half. I guess Mom didn't feed you enough when you were a kid."

Barbara took a pink ribbon and tied it around his penis and scrotum with a big pretty bow. She cupped his scrotum in her hand and said, "You don't know how tempting it is to stand here with your balls in my hand," and gave them a squeeze.

"I think it's time to let him go," Margaret said. "But before we do..." Her voice trailed off as she picked up the scissors. She began to cut his underwear and jeans off of him. When she was done, all he had on was his sneakers. Fay turned him loose and Barbara held the door open.

"Just remember, we still have those pictures. Be a good boy or they will definitely end up someplace you don't want them to be!" Margaret said.

With that, he scooped up his keys and wallet and made a mad dash to his car. There were some women in the parking lot and they let out a few "woo hoos!" as the naked man ran to his car and drove away.

Margaret's Revenge Take Two



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Revenge is a two way street - my ending to Fred1177's Margaret's Revenge

http://www.literotica.com/s/margarets-revenge

Fred1177's Margaret is upset that her ex-husband left her for another woman. She get his sister's to join her in some revenge, humiliating him, and taking pictures.

This sequel has elements of humiliation, BDSM, Non-con and incest. If any of that bothers you, I suggest you read a different story.

There are too damn many intriguing stories that are never completed. If I find a story that's been left hanging for too long, I'll give you my idea of an ending. Fair warning though, I don't write about total wimps. May not be BTB, all nuclear and shit, but no voluntary cucks, or whiny simpering wimps. 

For Information on how I choose which stories to continue, please read my profile.

~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

Ray was angry, furious, humiliated, and hell-bent on revenge.

Was it any surprise, he'd dumped that vicious shrew he'd been foolish enough to marry? Of course she blamed their break-up on Tiffany, but that was ridiculous. Tiffany was a kid. They'd only dated a half-dozen times, and only after he and Margaret were separated. He'd left because he couldn't stand one more day of being married to the bitch, no matter how good the sex had been.

And yes, honestly, the sex had been good. He hadn't had sex in almost three months. Dealing with the headaches of the family business had taken up all his time. It's the only reason he'd accepted her offer of 'ex-sex' so quickly. He should have known better.

Those damn sisters of his, Barbara and Fay, were nearly as bad. Useless as the day was long. His father had made Ray promise to take care of them, when the old man retired and the business was transferred over to his only son. It was difficult, keeping the payments to his parents going, growing the business, and providing a substantial allowance to his whining siblings.

Once their father passed away, the girls immediately started demanding a bigger share of the profits. They didn't understand, taking care of Mom alone was more expensive than taking care of both of them. The senior community she insisted on living in was anything but cheap.

Since his divorce, Ray lived like a pauper, making sure his mother came first, then his sister's got their allowance, and any remaining profits were pumped back into the business. 

Things were about to change. Margaret would get hers, but he'd deal with his back-stabbing siblings first, since that would be so damn easy.

~ * ~ * ~

Three weeks later, the shit hit the fan.

The door to his house burst open and the two obnoxious sisters lumbered into his living room.

"What the fuck is this!" Fay, the older and only slightly less rotund sister screamed.

"Alright, I'll play your game. What is it?" Ray answered, sitting back and preparing to be entertained.

"You know what I'm talking about! My check. It's only for a $1000! I can't live on this!" She was standing only a couple of feet away from him, red in the face, sweating, her hand shaking in anger.

"That's not my problem. It's all the business can afford. Deal with it."

Barbara stood next to her older sister, their combined width blocking his view completely. "No fucking way! Dad said you'd take care of us. We're supposed to get $3500, each. Even that barely covers our expenses!"

"Sorry. He told me to do what I could. That's all I can do this month. You might want to think about looking for a job, because I don't think it's going to get better anytime soon."

"I'm gonna call Mom!" Fay screamed.

Ray tossed his sister the phone. "By all means. If you can convince her to take less, whatever she's willing to give up is yours."

Fay knew the threat of calling Mom was useless. Daddy has always made sure they were taken care of. Mom didn't really care for anybody but Mom. "This is because of that little joke with Margie, isn't it? Get over it. Nobody got injured." 

"No, Fay. This is because I can't stand you or Barbara. You're spoiled pigs. You've never had to work a day in your lives, and are always whining about me stealing your share of the business. Did you ever once do anything to earn your share? I worked side-by-side with Dad since I was 15. While you both wasted five years each, and over $100k a piece, failing to get your college degrees, I had already spent over a decade busting my ass to grow the business. I've put over 20 years into it now. All you do is collect checks. Well that's about to end!"

Barbara realized he was serious. The gravy train looked like it was about to come to an end. "You can't do this, Ray! What are we supposed to do? We have bills, house payments."

"Get a job?" Ray suggested.

"Doing what?" Barbara whined.

"I've got an opening for a night-time janitor. The pay's $8.50 an hour. Since you are family, I'll make it $9.50. Do a good job, and I'll make you an employee in 6 months, with benefits."

"This is bullshit!" Barbara whined. "It was only a joke. It was all Margaret's idea. You can't do this to us!"

Fay wasn't stupid. Selfish, lazy, and a complete bitch, but not stupid. They had really fucked up. She knew it was because of that stupid joke. They'd killed the goose that laid the golden eggs. Ten bucks an hour for working 40 hours a week was still less than half of what they'd been getting for free, for the last 8 years.

"Look, Ray, can't we work something out?" she said. "I'm really sorry about what we did. We could make a deal."

Ray grinned. "What was it you told me, Fay? I think the time for deal-making is over."

Barbara was crying. Their situation was finally hitting her. Her life as she knew it was done. "Please, Ray. Don't do this! We're sorry. There's gotta be something we can do! Something!"

Ray smiled.

~ * ~ * ~

Ray stroked his baby sister's hair, as she continued to suck away.

"Dinner's in 15 minutes," Fay called out from the kitchen.

Barbara looked up at him, her lipstick smeared. "Want me to finish?"

"Five more minutes, then you can finish," he said. "I'll let you know when."

She took him in her mouth again, taking it easy, dragging it out, until she had permission to get him off. She was getting better at it, learning how to take care of him. It wasn't such a horrible job. Better than working 40 hours a week. Paid a lot better, too.

She gave it her best. She was determined to be better than her sister. He always had a choice, and she wanted to make sure he chose her whenever possible. Every load was worth an extra $50 in her weekly allowance. If she did REALLY good, he'd even throw something extra in, now and then.

Fay checked the steaks again. She didn't mind doing most of the cooking. She had never realized how many hours he worked. Now that they all lived in the same house, she noticed when he got out of their bed, at the crack of dawn. It had been exhausting at first, getting up and preparing him breakfast, but she could always go back and get a few hours extra sleep once he was gone.

With Barb helping, it didn't take them more than an hour or so to keep the house in shape like he wanted. He wouldn't get home until after 7:00, six days a week. She and Barbara had lots of time to themselves, and more money than ever, since they had no expenses. Ray let them use a company car, and they lived in his house for free. Life wasn't bad.

Even catering to his needs wasn't horrible. He didn't ask for much. He wouldn't fuck them, for some weird reason he thought that was wrong. Correction, he wouldn't fuck them in their pussies. He liked an after work blowjob, and maybe another at bedtime. He'd pound their asses a few times a week, pretty much every Sunday.

Fay grinned. Barb might be queen of the blowjobs, but they all knew whose ass Ray preferred. His cock was just the right size for a nice little rump ride. It wasn't always the four inches they'd seen at Margaret's that one stupid day. When he got worked up, he was a hair over 5 inches. Not big, but big enough. More than big enough. Plus, the blowjobs were only worth $50 each, each load in her ass was worth a cool $100.

Ray sighed. "Finish me, baby girl."

Barbara felt that warmth between her legs. She loved when he called her that. She had been Daddy's baby girl, and now she was Ray's. She gave it her best, all the things she knew he liked, and within a couple of minutes, he was holding her head, and unloading in her mouth.

She did her best to capture it all, sucking him dry, being careful with his sensitive cock. 

"Wow, Barbie Doll, you're getting so good at that. I think I'm going to want another one after dinner. You Ok with that?"

She took his hand and put it on her big tit. She knew he liked 'em. "Whatever you want, Daddy. Anything, you know that."

Ray squeezed her tit. Yeah, another one after dinner would be perfect. Maybe a nice little butt-banging with Fay before sleep. He leaned down and kissed her forehead. "After dinner."

~ * ~ * ~

Business was great. He was paying the girls less than $2K a month each, half of what he had been paying them. He even gave Mom a raise. He was eating better, sleeping better, and was a lot more relaxed. It showed at work. Sales were up almost 13%, and profits a whopping 17! With less external expenses, the bottom line was the healthiest it had been in years.

Strangely, so were his sisters. He was going to have to get Fay to stop losing weight. She'd started out over 210 lbs, and now was down to 150. He liked her substantial ass, and didn't want her to lost any more of it. Barbara's metamorphosis was even greater. She'd weighed in around 240, and was close to 160. Eight months was all it took, more than 10 lbs a month.

Fay said it was the eating. Having to cook for him, they ate much better, no longer chowing down on fast food 7 days a week. Ray knew there was more to it than that. He saw them go for their walks, in their new exercise clothing. He didn't say anything; he was pleased with the results.

They would never tell him, but it was his dating that started it all. When he brought home that skinny bitch, both sisters were frightened to death. What would happen to them, if he found something he liked better? Fay was pretty sure they wouldn't be left high and dry, but doubted it would be half as good as the situation they were in. Fay and Barbara agreed to do everything they could to keep him, and keep those other bitches away.

So far it had worked.

It was Sunday morning, his day off, and they were playing in their bed. He'd added tit-fucking to the menu, and Fay was determined to get him to abandon his last taboo before long. She needed that cock where it belonged.

Ray pulled his cock out from between Barb's big ol' titties, and Fay dove in to get her share of it. Ray had tacked two envelopes to the wall over the headboard. The winner that morning would get the bigger one. She was determined it was going to be hers. The simple truth was, she'd do it without the extra incentive. She liked making him happy.

Barbara had bigger plans. "Is Maureen really leaving?" she asked, while her sister hogged the cock.

Ray laughed, "No way, baby girl. I know what you're thinking."

Fay sucked harder. When he called Barb 'baby girl' she knew she had her work cut out for her.

"But you're going to have to hire someone," Barbara whined. "Don't you think I could help? I'm sure you could find some use for me."

"I'm not going to let you give me blowjobs at work," he said, stroking Fay's hair. He pulled out of her mouth, and gave a tug on her hip. She spun around, raising her ass up for him, eager.

"I can do more than blowjobs," Barbara pouted. "I'm not stupid you know."

"I know, Barbie doll. But the temptation of having that talented mouth around all the time would be too much." He was pushing firmly at Fay's bottom and sighed as he entered her.

"Please, Ray? Give me a try. A test run. If it doesn't work out, then nothing's lost, right? We can go back to the way things are now. It'll save the business money. You'll be paying me, instead of some outsider."

Ray was distracted, watching his cock disappear up Fay's tight ass. He grabbed her full cheeks, squeezing. He love that feeling.

"All I want's a chance, Daddy! I promise you won't regret it."

Ray nodded. "A trial. You'll really have to do the job though. This isn't about sex at work."

Barbara leaped up and hugged him. "Thank you! I love you, Ray. You're the best. I'm gonna make you proud."

Ray let her kiss him. He liked that. His hard cock plunging into Fay's naughty hole, while Barbara drove her tongue into his mouth. 

"Harder, Ray. Fuck me harder," Fay groaned, pushing her ass back against his stiffness. "Fill my dirty ass, you wonderful, naughty man."

It didn't take much longer for him to do exactly that. When he was done, he laid back on the bed and let the girls take care of him, cleaning him up, getting him ready for a second round when he felt up to it.

Ray dozed off, ridiculously content. He never heard a word his sisters said about getting revenge. 

~ * ~ * ~

Margaret was surprised to get the call from her ex-sisters. She had heard that Ray had cut off their allowance after their little bit of revenge. That would be just like him. He was such an asshole. Making a big deal out of a little joke. She pulled out the pictures, thinking that maybe it was time to put them into play. It wasn't like he didn't deserve it.

She had to be careful. They'd been married eleven years. They were well into their second year of alimony. She had a little more than a year of monthly payments coming. She didn't want to make him too angry.

She had to admit he'd been more than fair. He'd left her the house, and hadn't claimed any of the equity in it, moving into his parent's home when they moved away. Her car had been paid off, and she received her half of everything in their accounts. After it was all over and done with, he'd even told her he'd keep paying the alimony as long as she needed it, so she could go back and finish her schooling, and get settled in with a good job.

Maybe it was time to go back to school. She could get a good job and earn some money on her own, just in case he changed his mind. Perhaps the joke wasn't such a good idea.

"I don't know, Fay," Margaret said. "I got my revenge. I don't want to make things any worse."

"Please, Margaret? We were there for you. We'll take care of things on our end. If there's any fallout, Barb and I will take the heat." 

Against her better judgment, Margaret agreed to come over Saturday.

~ * ~ * ~

Ray was greeted at the door by his two sisters, dressed in new lingerie, and acting as giddy as school girls. He accepted the kisses from both of them, and laughed along as they stripped him naked just inside the doorway.

"Alright, already," he chuckled. "What's got you two in such a great mood?"

"Why can't we just be happy we have the best brother in the world?" Fay asked, wrapping her arms around his neck, and kissing him deeply. Barbara already had his dick in her mouth.

"Does this have anything to do with the car?" 

Fay nibbled his bottom lip. "No silly. We love the convertible, but this is about payback. We were mean to you once upon a time, and we want to make it up to you."

"I told you, that's forgiven and forgotten. If that had never happened, I wouldn't have you two in my life now. I never once thought of you sexually until that day. I love you both, and have never been happier."

The girls switched places, Fay taking on the cock-sucking duties, while Barbara did the kissing. "We love you more. And we're going to make it up to you, so just go along, Ok?"

Ray sighed, pulling Fay's face deeper onto his cock. The girl must be taking lessons from her little sister. He let them blindfold him, and drag him to the bedroom. 

He stood there, while they prepared whatever they had in mind, then he squinted as the blindfold was removed. "Ta-da!" the sisters called out together.

It took him a few seconds to recognize his ex-wife lying on his bed, naked, tied down spread-eagle. "What...?"

"So have you decided yet, Margaret?" Fay asked. "You've had plenty of time to think it over."

Barbara leaned over the bed, and pulled the gag out of Margaret's mouth. "Please don't!" his ex-wife whined.

"Choose. A or B," Fay said firmly.

"Tell me again?"

"A, we leave you naked at one end of the mall, with your car at the other end. It's up to you to get home from there. You give us all the pictures of our brother first, or we shave you from head to toe, and write dirty things all over your body, before we dump you at the mall. The whole world gets to see how you've let yourself go," Fay said, reaching down and tugging on Margaret's sagging breast.

"Not A," Margaret whined. "You can't do that anyway. I could have you arrested."

"And we'll have you arrested for tying up Ray and sexually assaulting him. I'm pretty sure the pictures and our testimony will be enough to put you away."

Ray watched the discussion in surprise, and with more than a little enjoyment. He had forgiven his sisters, but he was still pissed off at his evil ex.

"What's my other choice?" Margaret asked softly.

"Or B, you allow him to do whatever he wants, right now. You did tell him last time he was going to get ex-sex, and you know he loves bondage. You also give us all the pictures you have of him, and we'll promise to keep our pictures secret. Finally you have to come back here once a month, for as long as you keep receiving checks from him. You will arrive, and walk to the door naked. We will give you a key to the house, so you won't be stuck outside, in case we're late opening the door."

Margaret struggled against her restraints. "This isn't fair! We only did it to him one time! I shouldn't have to keep doing this month after month!"

Ray moved forward, enthralled by his ex-wife's predicament. "I get to shave your pussy, too," he said.

She glared at him. "One time. This one time, and we're even!"

Fay laughed, tugging on Margaret's hard nipples. "You're excited, you evil cunt. You know you want this. Once a month, you get tied up, and you get your brains fucked out. Tell me you don't love that idea!"

"What if I find someone? What if I'm in a relationship? You can't make me cheat. I'm not a cheater, like him!"

Ray's hand slowly stroked up the inside of her thigh. He could smell her need from a few feet away. "I never cheated on you. I never even slept with Tiffany. I've told you that dozens of times. I just couldn't stand your nagging and attitude. I put up with it for more than 10 years, but enough was enough."

"Don't make me a cheater," Margaret sobbed.

Ray continued the touching, rubbing his finger along the edge of her pussy. "If you're engaged, it stops," Ray told her. 

Barbara dropped to her knees and started sucking her brother's cock, keeping him hard.

Fay spoke up, laughing at Margaret's surprised look. "He won't fuck us, so you have to do it. Once a month, until you're engaged or the checks stop. You want to stop coming over, all you have to do is send his check back."

Margaret nodded. "Don't make me come to the door naked. Please?"

"The first time, naked as the day you were born," Ray said. "I want little blue bows tied around each tit, too. That's for what you did to me. After that, you can wear a trench coat, but nothing else." His hand slid across her pussy, and she pressed her hips up, seeking his touch.

"You...you won't hurt me, will you?" she asked.

"No hurting," Barbara said, pulling her mouth off Ray's cock.

Fay had the camera out, taking more pictures of Margaret's helplessness. "We need to shave her hairy puss first."

The girls laughed and started the trimming. Ray knelt over Margaret's head. "Do we have a deal?"




Margaret's Revenge Take Two



Margaret nodded, squirming under the sisters' teasing touch. "One time naked. Once a month I show up in just a trench coat. It stops if I get engaged, or the checks stop."

Ray nodded, rubbing his hard cock against her face.

"I...I'm going back to school. Are you still willing to pay me after the three years is up, while I finish school and get a better job?"

After her stunt, ha had decided he wasn't going to give her a penny more than legally required. He'd tried to be fair, and look where it got him. Still, he had offered, and a regular fuck-toy wouldn't be bad. "I'll keep paying you until you stop showing up once a month, or are married." He slid his cock between her lips, and she sucked softly.

She pulled away. "You're not going to hurt me, right?"

Ray pushed his cock back in her mouth, a little more firmly. "Nothing serious. You might earn a spanking or two. Nothing that will leave marks or injure you. I promise."

She tried to speak with his cock in her mouth, and he pulled back. "How long each time?" she asked.

Ray turned to the sisters. "She wants to know how long?"

Fay spoke up. "She has to be here before 8:00 at night. She can leave the next day no earlier than eight in the morning. She can stay longer if she wants, but only one night."

Margaret nodded. "It's a deal."

"Stick it back in her mouth, Ray," Barbara said.

Margaret sucked his cock, as the flash went off a few times. "Perfect. Forty year old slut, with the tits of a fifty year old, and the pussy of a 12 year old."

Ray looked down at his ex-wife's shaven pussy. Damn that looked good. The blowjobs and butt-fucking were great, but he hadn't had any pussy in almost a year.

He climbed down the bed, and rubbed his cock up and down her slit. "Gentle, please?" Margaret pleaded. "It's been a long time."

"I thought you were dating. You were so worried about getting engaged, and cheating."

She shook her head, and he saw the tears in her eyes. "Who's going to want a 40 year old, broken down bitch?"

Ray pushed his cock home, feeling the tight warmth. She whimpered as he pushed his cock deeper. "So stop being such a bitch, and give them a taste of this. You were always great in bed."

She gasped as he took her forcefully. "Really? You thought I was great in bed?"

"Always. That's what made what you did so especially vicious. Making fun of my size was cruel. You didn't have any complaints for ten years. We were done, there was no need for that kind of revenge."

Her body shook as she fucked her hard. The feeling of the ropes tugging on her ankles after each thrust was driving her crazy. "S-s-sorry. But you left me!"

He leaned over her, pounding that sweet pussy he missed. The only thing he really missed about her. "Three years, Margaret. Three long years I tried to make things better. You treated me like shit. Your sick revenge only proved I was right."

The sisters laid down on each side of her. Hands squeezed her vulnerable breasts, as Ray's cock plunged deeply into her over and over again. She pulled at her hand restraints, moaning. "Too... late?" she gasped.

Ray slammed home, grinding against her. "Way too late," he confirmed.

Barbara bit down on one nipple getting a nice little reaction. Fay climbed a little higher, looking into the evil bitch's eyes. "Who knows, Margaret? Now you get one chance a month to show him how you've changed. If you've changed. It might take years, but at least you still have a chance."

Ray had returned to fucking her, long slow strokes. A hand wandered down her belly, teasing her sensitive clit. Margaret gasped, and felt the first of what she expected would be many, many orgasms. God, she'd missed this. She arched her back, accepting the inevitable, coming on that familiar cock. He might be barely five inches long, but it sure felt like more. She gasped, and collapsed onto the bed, while he kept going.

"You...you last...longer," she groaned.

Ray didn't smile as he pounded into her. "Practice. Getting sex more than once every couple of weeks helps build up stamina."

The teasing fingers wouldn't leave her poor clit alone. She was whimpering, squirming, tugging at the ropes. Her tits felt like they were on fire. "Yes!" she cried out, thrusting back at each of her ex-husband's strokes. She couldn't believe she was already coming again. When they were together, she was lucky to get an orgasm with him a more than a few times a year. At least for the last several.

He was speeding up, his face grimacing. She knew that look. Once upon a time she loved that look. "Come for me, Ray," she pleaded. "Come for me. Give it to me. Fill me up, baby."

Ray leaned over, slamming his cock home, time after time. "Not... your... baby..." he grunted, before growling through his finish, firing deep inside of her.

Margaret felt her bindings being released. She had mixed feelings. She liked the freedom, but was afraid they were done. She needn't have been worried. Three sets of hands dragged, pulled and tugged her in place. She found herself stretched out over his lap, and squealed when his open palm smashed down against her unprepared cheek.

"Bad girls are punished," Ray told her, and started applying his hand to her ass, repeatedly, without restraint.

She gasped, struggling, but the sisters held her in place, while Ray got a little more revenge. "Should have done this years ago," he said, spanking her ass until it was beet red. Barbara and Fay got a couple of shots in as well, while Margaret wriggled and cried. 

Her butt burned like blazes. She sobbed as she was once more stretched out on the bed, tied in place, this time face down. A couple of pillows were under her hips, lifting her up, making her available to him. 

They left her there, alone for a while, with only her thoughts for company. Had she really been that much of a bitch, to force her husband to divorce her? Sure, they had issues, but didn't everybody? And that bullshit about Tiffany. Of course he was screwing her. Anybody that looked like that! She was certain of it. Why else would he leave her? 

The more she thought about it, the worse she felt for the prank she'd pulled on him. Getting his own sisters involved might have been a little too much. She had promised him sex, then chased him out of the house naked. And making fun of his size? The sisters had started it, but she probably shouldn't have gone along so easily.

Maybe she was a bitch.

When they returned, they were laughing and joking. Ray sat on the edge of the bed, and his sisters worked together to ensure he was ready for another go.

"Not her butt, Ok?" Fay said.

"I wasn't planning on it," Ray told her.

"Good. That's a reward she doesn't deserve. If you want that, I'm here for you."

Reward? Margaret thought. Hardly. They hadn't done that when they were married, no way she was doing that now!

Her ass cheeks stung each time his hips slapped into them, while he took her again. He seemed to be enjoying himself, laughing and joking with his sisters. She would have liked to join in, but Barbara had stuck that damn gag back in her mouth, and the pounding she was getting was more than a little distracting. 

Damn, but he'd changed! The bastard seemed to be able to go on forever. 

Her ankles were freed, and she was placed on her knees, ass up high for his pleasure. When she tried to move, a couple of hard slaps on the ass set her straight. Ray held her by the hips, driving his cock into her relentlessly.

Fay laid down next to her, face up close. "You better appreciate this, bitch. We're giving up a lot for you. That should be my ass he's fucking." She reached out and grabbed Margaret's nipples, squeezing and twisting.

Margaret only whimpered, helpless, while she came on her ex-husband's cock again and again.

~ * ~ * ~

Margaret braced herself, removing the jacket she'd worn in the car on the way over. All the front lights were on, and it was two minutes until 8:00. She couldn't wait any longer.

She rubbed her bare pussy, clean shaven, and already weeping in excitement. That was almost as embarrassing as having to walk to the door naked. She adjusted the damn blue ribbons, tightly binding her tits, the blue bows on top. That really wasn't fair, it was his damn sister than put a bow around his dick, not her.

Margaret opened her door and looked around. Damn it. The guy across the street was sitting on his porch, looking their way. Had...had they told him? The thought was almost too much to bear. She looked his way again, and he lifted a beer bottle to her, grinning. Fuck. He knew.

Of course, they had parked the cars in such a way as to make the run to the house as long as possible. They couldn't give her a single break. She figured she couldn't complain. Ray had to run across half the apartment parking lot naked. At least she could cut straight across the front lawn.

She looked toward the front door, and saw it was open about a foot. Barbara was standing there, waiting. Thank God. Margaret climbed out of the car, and started running over, short little strides, holding her tits in place to keep them from bouncing too much. She saw the flash and almost stumbled. All three of them were standing in the doorway, taking pictures! 

She sped up, and just before she got to the bottom of the steps the door closed. She lunged forward grabbing the handle, but it was locked. She hammered on the door.

"You have your own key," she heard Fay laughing.

Shit. Shit, fuck, piss. 

Margaret had left the key in the car. She turned around, mortified, and ran back toward the vehicle. She glanced up and the guy across the way was standing and clapping, laughing at her. Damn it! He wasn't alone, either. She leaned into the car, her bare ass hanging out for everyone to see. Found the pocket of her jacket, and pulled out the key. Thank God!

She turned around and ran for the house. Fuck, they were taking pictures again! The door was closed when she got there. She danced on her toes, nervous, humiliated, while she unlocked the door. She finally got it open, and rushed in, slamming it behind her.

"FUCK!" she screamed out of frustration.

Ray was sitting on a chair just in front of the door. The sisters grabbed her and bent her over his lap, before she even knew what was going on. She shivered when the first hard slap rained down on her quivering ass.

"It's 8:03, Margaret. The deal was no later than 8:00 pm. Bad girls have to be punished."

After the initial spanking, she was taken by the arms, and guided back to the bedroom. She got nervous as she walked in, seeing the ropes already attached to the bedposts, a variety of sex toys laid out on the dresser, and the biggest bottle of lube she'd ever seen, resting on the bedstand. She was placed on her back, leather cuffs attached to her wrists and ankles, before being tied down spread-eagle. Ray was undressing while Fay and Barbara got her tied in place. She opened her mouth when he knelt beside her head, and he slipped his cock between her lips.

She screamed around his cock when the hand playing with her nipple slipped a tight clamp over it. It was tugged on a little, and she was better prepared when the second clamp was placed on it's twin, barely whimpering. Ray pulled his hard cock out of her mouth, rubbing it against her face.

"Why couldn't you have done this when we were married, Margie? Three times in 10 years. Dozens before we were married, and then it stopped. Why?"

She looked up at him, hearing the sorrow in his voice. Had she really stopped completely? She was about to say something when Fay stood beside her brother. She was wearing a strap-on of frightening proportions.

"No way!" she gasped, then stopped, the ball gag Barbara thrust in her mouth preventing any more complaints. She glared angrily at the younger sister, before her eyes saw another strap-on adorned her waist. Her glare turned to fear.

By the time she escaped their clutches the following evening, she could barely walk, and her poor pussy was on fire. She had love bites all over her tits and thighs. Her nipples had been sucked raw.

She was going to have to go through this a month from now, and every month thereafter, for at least a year. At least the trip from the car to the house wouldn't be naked. 

She sat in her car, parked in their driveway, wearing nothing more than that stupid jacket. She hadn't been thinking ahead. She'd brought nothing to wear home, and of course Ray and his sisters wouldn't loan her anything.

She reached between her legs, rubbing herself, remembering it all. He couldn't get enough of her. That little five inch cock destroyed her poor pussy. The sisters had done their share, but it seemed that once the novelty of wore off, they were more inclined to play with and tease her body. She'd lost track of how many time's he'd come inside her, or how many screaming orgasms she'd endured. Gently she wormed a finger home, feeling his last deposit, which she'd received only moments ago, bent over in front of the door. She brought it to her lips.

Once a month, all because she'd wanted a little revenge. Once a month.

Yeah, she could work with that.

~ * ~ * ~

"Five minutes, Ok?" Margaret said.

Barbara nodded, shutting things down. She looked up a few minutes later, seeing Margaret appear from out of the restroom, wearing her mink coat. Only that and a deep red blush. After all this time, she still blushed.

The coat was Ray's latest gift to his ex. It had been his mother's and she had no need for it in balmy south Florida. It was shorter than her old one, barely reaching midway down her thigh. It was a big part of the three sibling's growing up, and they all got a thrill watching Margaret wear it. Even a bigger thrill when it came off.

She was very careful getting into the car, in the company parking lot. The big overhead lights illuminated everything, and the security guys were always watching. They'd seen this little performance often enough to be ready for it.

It was another half-hour before they pulled into the driveway. "Give us a couple of minutes," Barbara said.

Margaret nodded.

She walked into the house after a suitable time. It still made her heart rush, to know she was naked under the coat. She closed the door behind her, and was immediately surrounded and stripped. The coat was lovingly hung up, only its second week since coming out of summer storage. Her favorite cuffs were placed around her wrists and ankles, and she was led to the basement. She wondered what was in store for the night.

The furniture had been moved back, and the leather padded sawhorse was centered in the room. She shivered. She knew what that usually meant and felt her ass cheeks clenching.

"Shit, Margie, I still can't get over how good your tits look," Fay said, as she bent her friend over the sawhorse, locking down her wrists. 

"I can't believe you're 50 years old. You look better than you did 10 years ago," Barbara told her, buckling the ankle cuffs down.

"Right," Margaret laughed. "That from the 38 year old hard-body. And your tits are real."

Barbara gave her a friendly smack on the butt, before taking the bottle of lube and preparing her ass. "Did you get to close out the Deering invoice?"

"Printed, mailed, and filed," Margaret confirmed. She forced herself to relax, accepting the familiar fingers, opening her up.

Fay rubbed the helpless woman's back, then tied her long hair into two pig tails. Ray liked that. He called them slut handles. "Anything to drink while you wait?"

Margaret hesitated. "You think it's going to be a rough night?"

"No way. Not tonight. He's just teasing you. It's been a great week. Hell, it's been a great month. You saw the numbers," Barbara told her. She kept the secret, just like Ray had demanded. Keep it normal. No clues. Barbara leaned over and kissed Margaret's butt cheeks playfully.

"Surprise me, but no tequila," Margaret said.

Fay walked over to the bar, and returned a minute later with a drink. She held the straw to Margaret's lips, who drank deeply. "Wow! That's strong."

She felt the familiar shiver when Ray called down the stairs. "Anybody home?"

"Everybody," Fay teased.

Barbara and Fay met him at the bottom of the stairs. Together they greeted him, and used their eager mouths to get him up for phase one of the evening.

"I guess she's still not engaged," Ray said.

Fay slapped him playfully. "Don't be mean. When would she find the time to date, never mind get engaged? You keep her working all hours at the office, and she spends every weekend in our dungeon."

Barbara brought him the play flogger. Soft deerhide tassels. He took his time behind his ex, applying it to her ass, watching her wiggle, pinking up nicely. Ray tossed it to the side, moved between her legs, and drove his cock deep into her pussy.

"Welcome home, baby," Margaret greeted him.

He laughed. "Good to be home. Anywhere you need to be this weekend?"

She chuckled. "You ask that every time, and you know the answer's always the same. My place is here, for you. Whatever you want." Especially tonight, she thought, but she'd never say that.

He pulled out of her, and she sighed in frustration. He chuckled, swatting her butt. "Don't worry, I'm far from done with you. Far from it."

Ray stood in front of her. He lifted her face by the chin, squatted and looked into her eyes. He held his hand out to the side. "I've got something for you."

She trembled as she saw the collar in his hands. "Will you accept it?"

"Please, Ray. Don't tease me," she sobbed. "Please, not tonight."

"Answer me, M. Will you accept my collar?" he demanded.

"Yes! Yes, I'll accept your collar. I'm yours Ray. Yours for as long as you'll own me. Please, let me wear your collar."

He stood, placed his cock at her lips, and put the collar on her neck as she sucked him joyfully. She felt her hands released, and she brought them up to his cock, caressing him, rubbing his balls. Soft hands moved to her ankles, freeing them.

Ray lifted her upright, until she was standing. He hugged her, and kissed her lips. "Happy anniversary, Margaret."

The tears streamed freely as she was hugged from behind by her sisters. "You remembered?" she sobbed.

"Ten years ago tonight, since I found you strapped down to my bed."

"Ten years," she nodded. 

"Why don't you girls get prettied up? We're going out, and later we'll do some serious celebrating of our own."

Margaret was dragged upstairs, tears of joy running down her cheeks, her hands held by Fay and Barbara. Her sisters now.

It had taken her a long time to accept she'd never again wear his ring. She'd held onto that hope for years. When her once a month visits became once a week, and extended through the entire weekend, she thought she was making progress. When they took their vacations together, she was certain they were.

She was nearly 50 years old, and he lusted for her body like she was 20. They would use her, of course. Use her hard, but afterward, to lay in their embrace, hear the little words of endearment, it was the high point of her week. It had been a year before she'd heard the murmured words again, the whispered, "I love you," tearing her heart asunder. She recalled the thousands of times he'd told her while they were married, and once again wondered why she hadn't taken them to heart. 

Barbara and Fay had accepted her quickly, making a place for her in their lives, but Ray had always held back a little. It was Fay who had invited her back for her first mid-month visit, when Ray was feeling stressed from an IRS audit. She had seen the smile on his face when he'd found her in his bed, on her back, hands and feet tied to the headboard, a jungle of ropes holding her in place. He'd used her hard, and afterward she'd been fed and pampered like a princess. Mid-month visits became a regular thing.




Margaret's Revenge Take Two



By the end of the first year, her one-night stays occasionally stretched over to a second. Three years in, she realized she was spending entire weekends over there, twice a month. It was after their first major vacation spent together, two weeks in the Virgin Islands, that she'd started showing up every weekend. The best part of every week.

Fay led the way, and turned into one of the rooms. Margaret saw the things from her home, displayed prominently. Her jewelry chest, the honeymoon pictures she never could throw away, her favorite painting on the wall. The closet was open, displaying all her clothing. Her own bedspread on the bed.

"Ray said we'd get the rest tomorrow. You're to sell the house. You won't need it anymore," Fay explained, giving her a big hug.

Margaret understood now. She'd never wear his ring. That ship had sailed, and was never coming back. But she'd wear his collar, together with her two new sisters, bound to him. 

That was enough.

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