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Payback

By: chaosknight



“I’m really sorry about the other evening at the store. I guess I owe you one,” Jennifer said over the phone. 

“Well I was having a pretty good time, but not as good as you,” I replied.

“I’ll definitely make it up to you. Got to go, Bye.”, and with that she hung up the phone. 

This finished up what little bit had been said since our rendezvous at her store. Things had been going great; Jennifer was coming down off of the natural high from her orgasm when the phone rang. Looking at the ID box she saw that it was her father, so she naturally answered the phone. During the brief conversation, Jennifer playfully pulled at my belt and zipper indicating that she definitely wanted more. I was more than happy to oblige her at that point. Unfortunately, her dad needed her at his house to help with her mother. So our evening of fun was cut short.

Fast forward a couple of days. Slightly flirtatious e-mails had been sent back and forth hinting at our experience, a phone conversation or two that I never could steer to the obvious. Simple little things of this nature had only heightened my desire for her. So it was with some excitement that she asked for my house key. 

“What time wills you are getting home tonight?” she asked.

“I have plans to go fishing with the guys, so it would probably be around 10:00, unless you have a good reason for me to get there earlier.”

“Actually, I was going to clean your house up and fix you a nice dinner if you would like.”

“And?” I asked with a wry smile.

“Don’t get all excited,” she replied,” I just want to try to make it up to you in some small way for leaving you hanging the other night.”

Mother Nature must be paying her monthly visit, I thought to myself. “Well, I still have to meet the guys at 7:00 since they are already out on the boat. So I could probably be back by 8:00. How’s that sound?”

“I will be ready for you then.” She retrieved my key and left. Jennifer had always been really withdrawn physically during that time of the month. I figured at least I would have a clean house and a good hot meal if nothing else. Besides, she didn’t’ realize what she was getting into with trying to clean my house. 

After telling the guys I wasn’t going out with them and having to listen to them bitch about leaving a hot spot to come get me, I finally began the trip home. I kept my mind out of the gutter so as to not let myself be disappointed when nothing happened tonight. I wonder what will be for dinner. I reached for the door handle to let myself in and found that it was locked. Knocking on the door I heard the steps of Jennifer approaching. She opened the door with a rush. Standing there in front of me wearing sweats and her hair pulled up in a bun under a bandana, my hopes for even a possible “interlude” sank like a rock. “What’s with the sheet?” I asked pointing to the passage way from the kitchen to the den. The kitchen hallway had been blocked off from the rest of the house by a big sheet. I could hear the Radio playing some Soft Rock music in the den. 

“You will see after dinner, I didn’t want you to see the work I have done to your house.”

“Ok” So I sat down to eats. Layer out before me was a three course meal of Salad, a nice pasta dish, similar to Lasagna and a nice individual cheesecake. Good food for a hungry man. 

After dinner, I cleaned my dishes off of the table. I purposely placed the dishes in the sink with a lot of commotion so Jennifer would know I was done. As I turned around, she stepped through the sheet and asked how dinner was.

“Delicious. My compliments to the Chef. May I see the rest of the house now?”

“Not quite done yet, so you need to put this on,” and from behind her back she pulled a blindfold. 

Maybe things could get a lot better, I thought. “Sure,” I replied and turned around to let her put it on me. This she deftly did with just the slightest of physical touch. 

“Now follow me.” She took my hand and placed it upon her shoulder, leading me through the den and finally into the master bath. I could hear the water running into the tub and feel the heat from the steam already gathered in the room. She closed the door behind me.

“I have run a hot bath for you to help you relax. But you cannot take off your blindfold until I have left the room and you have got into the tub.” Oooh, intrigue and mystery. Thing were looking up. 

I heard the door open and close again behind me, so I immediately began reaching up to remove the blindfold. I nearly jumped out of my skin when Jennifer said “I knew you couldn’t wait until you got in the tub.”

“Um, I didn’t want to fall and get hurt,” came my lame reply.

“Sure, now please do as I asked”

“Ok” and with a rush she left the room. Now getting out of your clothes and into the tub is not that hard, unless you are blindfolded. I nearly fell twice before finally placing a foot in. I oriented myself and slowly began to sit down. When the bubbles from the bubble bath hit bottom, it tickled me and made be giggle. Finally, I settled all the way down and reached up to remove my blindfold. 

There must have been 30 candles of all shapes and sizes in the room. It really helped to set a relaxing mood. I reached up and turned off the water, only to discover a small radio playing ocean sounds in the corner that I had not noticed over the sound of the running water. Man now this was nice. I could get to like to this. I settled in and began to relax.

After about twenty minutes, the water began to cool and the bubbles subside, so I called out to Jennifer. 

As she poked her head in, I asked if it was OK to get out. “Close your eyes and give me one minute. I will be right back” 

I began to let the water out of the tub and stood up to rinse off the bubbles. As I was rinsing, Jennifer walked into the room carrying a chair with a towel folded on the seat. I cut the water off and looked to the counter for a towel to dry off. Noticing this, Jennifer picked up the towel on the chair and stepped towards me. Did I happen to mention that she was now dressed in a short silk robe and her hair was in a pony tail, just the way I like it. 

“Turn around and face the wall.” 

Following her instructions, I did as she asked. She stepped up to the side of the tub and began to dry my back, with a delicate touch; she worked her way down and across my back, over my butt and down each leg in succession. She then turned me around with her hand movements to face her. She began drying me in the same manner as she did on my back, only briefly spending time around my groin, which was now beginning to show signs of a little activity. 

“Calm down now” she said to me as she was drying my legs, nearly face to face with my cock. 

She stood up and told me to step out of the tub. As I did, she pulled my robe off of the bathroom door and helped me put it on. “Now have a seat in the chair, and I will give you a shave.”

I have had shaves at the local barber, and it was pretty neat, but what Jennifer had planned was incredible. First, she had me lean back and placed a hot towel over my face to help soften my stubble. Next she stepped be behind me and slowly and methodically covered my face with shaving gel. Giving the gel time to work, she retrieved the razor. Next she slowly began to draw the razor up my neck to my jaw line, careful to clean the razor between each stroke. After checking my neck to make sure she didn’t miss a spot, she had me sit up more and face forward.

Next, Jennifer moved around and straddled my lap and sat down. This afforded me a pretty decent view down her robe and I could see hints of another garment under there, however, I sure wasn’t feeling anything rubbing against my thighs. She then proceeded to gingerly shave my cheeks, chin and lips. When I began to ask a question, she placed a finger over my lips and went “No talking for now.”

After my shave, Jennifer stood and walked behind me again. She took the clean hot rag and cleaned my face, checking for missed spots again. Upon completion, she laid the rag down and began a slow scalp massage. The tingling sensations that began with her touching my scalp were going straight down my spine and heading to my other head. Finishing with my scalp, she moved down and began massaging the top of my neck. I was getting so relaxed; I realized the erection I was getting was going away.

After a few minutes more, Jennifer asked me to stand and follow her. So being the recipient of such fine treatment, I fell in right behind her. She led us out of the bathroom, through the bed room, to my disappointment, and into the living room. What met my eyes was an incredible sight.

First I noticed that Jennifer had moved all of the furniture out of the center of the room. Next, she had set up a cot in the middle of the floor. On top of the cot were what appeared to be cushions from the couch, covered by a fabric that looked like fur? She had also taken the time to set up candles all around the room. With soft music playing in the background, I knew I was in for a treat. 

Jennifer led me to the cot and had me lay down on my stomach. She took my robe from me and placed a small towel across my butt, just like a professional. This was getting better by the minute. 

Next she reached under the cot and produced a bottle of scented oil. This she spread on my back and began to work it in. As she worked her way lower, she asked “How does that feel?”

“Very Good,” was my reply, “You sure are loosening up the knots I had back there.”

“Wonderful, you’ll need to be limber for later.”

I tried to raise my head up and look to her, but she reached up and gently pushed my head back down.

Jennifer moved down my back more but stopped as she reached the edge of the towel to my disappointment. Then she shifted and began working up my legs from the feet up. 

The feeling of her touch deeply massaging my calves and then my thighs was so enjoyable. As she progressed up to the towel, I was disappointed again as she stopped for a second time.

“Aren’t you forgetting something back there?”

“No, I just don’t want to give the wrong impression.”

She asked me to flip over and as I did so, she reached across my body to hold up the towel. I was beginning to get the feeling that the night might not be as great as I had began to hope for.

Jennifer began the frontal massage at my chest and slowly worked her way down. Again, stopping just as her hands reached the towel. My excitement for her touch was beginning to show as my erection was slowly returning. 

Once done with the top half, Jennifer started at my feet and began working up again. Now don’t get me wrong, the massage was so relaxing, but I still was hoping for more. 

As she reached my upper thighs, she stopped and reached under the table and pulled out the lotion again. I heard the top flip open, instead of being screwed off like before. 

Imagine my surprise when her hands reached between my legs and were covered in something very cold. I jumped at the sudden difference in temperature, but Jennifer assured me that it was necessary to finish the job.

Jennifer’s hands were now firmly between my thighs only an inch away from my sac, and she was pushing gently pushing them apart as she massaged. I offered no resistance as she continued her finger magic. 

Working higher and higher with her hands, I began to let out little moans of pleasure. Then she gently touched my sac as she continued upward. Each time she worked her hands in the circular motion, she made more and more contact. By now I was hard as a rock and it was evident under the towel. 

“My, oh my." It seems you still have one muscle that needs working on,” she said in a sultry voice as her hand slowly closed around the base of my cock. 

Oh the feeling of her hand there sent waves of tingling sensations coursing throughout my body. 

Slowly she squeezed her finger and thumb in the form of a ring around the base and moved up my shaft. All the while taking her other hand and lightly cupping my balls and massaging them.

Up and down, she moved her hand, finally wrapping all of her fingers around me. Slowly pumping up and down, doing her best to extend my pleasure. 

And boy was she extending it. And that was when I noticed she had moved one of her fingers down below my sac and had begun to slowly push down between my legs. “Careful down there,” I said.

“Don’t worry, if you want me to stop, just say so.”

How could I say no? The pressure she was giving to my prostate area between my legs was driving me crazy, combined with her methodical stroking of my cock. 

Jennifer kept moving her finger back and forth until she finally came into contact with my anus. This sent electricity through my spine as I had never been touched there before in any sexual way. 

“It felt great when you did it to me, and I kind of figured it would do the same for you”

“It does,” was all I could stammer out. 

Jennifer then proceeded to push against my sphincter with her finger. To allow easier access, I eased my legs open as far as I could. Gently, pushing past the ring, Jennifer inserted her finger up my Ass, all the while still striking my cock. 

As she repositioned herself for more comfort, I looked up and straighter into her eyes. The look of raw passion hiding there, waiting to explode made me nearly come. I was very close as it was. 

Jennifer began to twist her finger around inside of me until she found what she was looking for, my prostate. 

She began to gently put pressure on it and move her finger side to side as she quickened her stroke.

“I want to see you come.”

“Well you won’t have to wait long,” I answered.

“I want to watch you shoot your load.” 

That sexy talk as she was servicing me was driving me crazy…

“Let me feel your cock throb in my hand.”

I was getting closer.

“I want you to come like you have never come before.”

I could feel the point of no return rapidly approaching. “I’m going to come.”

“Let me see it” she said in a louder voice as she sped up her stroking.

The tingling began in my toes and moved up my legs…

“Come for me now… Come all over the place….I want to see you blow your load…..”

And then it hit me like a ton of bricks. I shot out my first jet of come with such force it flew past my head….

“OH YEAH….THAT”S IT….COME FOR ME…..”

My cock then settled down to shooting out glob after glob of come onto my chest and stomach as Jennifer continued to stoke me and rub my prostate….

Jennifer slowed her stroke and finally withdrew her hands fro me to let me regain my composure.

“That was incredible. I have never had such an intense orgasm.” I said to her as she sat beside me on the floor. 

“”Like I said, I owed you for the other night at the store.” Jennifer continued to draw light circles around my semi-hard cock while sitting there, talking. And as she continued, an erection began to come on again.

“Seems like you have a pretty quick turn around time,” Jennifer smile at me as she looked over at the magic her fingers had worked.

“Now it is time for both of us to enjoy something…” and with this Jennifer stood and removed her robe. 

Standing there before me, Jennifer was wearing a white corset style top. The push up bra held her 36 B breast up in a manner that made them look even larger. The dark flesh around her nipples was distended and the nipples themselves were standing out, hard as rocks. 

I looked down to see her clean shaven crotch glistening with moisture. Jennifer must have really worked her self up while working on me. 

Slowly she pushed my legs together and climbed on top, straddling me. She leaned over and placed her lips on mine, her tongue hungrily shooting into my mouth, searching for mine. She put her hands on my head and began to gently pull on my hair, turning my head to gain better position. 

She finally removed one hand and reached between her legs and guided my cock into her waiting hole. The warmth and wetness, coming only from being turned on, eased entry as she lowered herself immediately, taking all of me in with one motion.

Up and down she slowly began. Moving her hips forward and back, searching for the right position to give her the most pleasure. She was not thinking about me during this. It did not matter though, because once inside of her, everything felt great. 

As she found her spot, she arched her back. This allowed me to raise my head and wrap my lips around one of those beautiful nipples. Gently biting down on one, I took my other hand and began to massage the other, changing sides from time to time. 

Jennifer was getting closer now. I could tell by the way she was moving without abandon. Faster and faster, up and down she moved, throwing caution to the wind. 

I reached around with both hands and grabbed her ass, pulling them apart and squeezing them at the same time. I released my grip of her nipple with my lips and began to lick around them, lightly flicking my tongue back and forth.

Suddenly, Jennifer rose up to a sitting position and impaled her self on me as her body was wracked by an intense orgasm. Her juices began to flow down over my balls and down between my legs. 

Over and over she rose up and dropped down on me as she came in wave after wave. 

Finally, she dropped down and placed her lips on mine, slowly giving into the aftershock of an orgasm. 

“That was incredible, but I don’t think we are done yet” Jennifer said with a smile.

Slowly she raised her self up and pulled me out of her. I knew what was coming next and didn’t really mind. After, her first orgasm, Jennifer liked to straddle me but have my cock rub between her lips, not inside. She said this gave her a more intense orgasm as it allowed her to focus on other things, like kissing and touching with our hands. Well who was I to say no. It always felt good to me too.

Slowly she began to move her hips up and down, stroking my cock with her lips. Kissing me with an intensity only dreamed of by many. As we kissed our hands began to wander over each other. She rubbed my chest as I did hers. She would reach down and squeeze my ass as best she could to give me a little extra kick. 

I finally reached around her ass and slowly traced a finger straight down the crack. Usually, Jennifer would reach for and stop my hand, but this time she just moved her hands up and held my head. 

During to go a little farther, I moved my fingers up and then back down again, this time moving ever so close to her anus, still not stopping me.

Well, I might as well go for it, I thought. So I moved my dingers down farther until I made contact with that little rosebud of hers. 

No reaching for my hands or jumps away, instead just a low moan of approval…I hoped.

I tried it again to the same response. 

Well, now this is good. Daring a little more I moved my fingers completely over her anus and continued down until I felt the tip of my cock. When I did I realized that I was in the wrong position for trying anything. I turned my head to allow me to reach down farther, but not lose touch with our kiss. With this I had only moved maybe an inch, but had gained access to reach everywhere I wanted.

I moved my hand down between her cheeks again, coming into contact with her anus. This time when I reached my cock, I moved down further and pressed against the bottom, to put more pressure against her. This seemed to do the trick real well.

She moaned a definite approval and she finally broke our kiss long enough to say “Don’t stop, that feels great.”

Up and down she moved, all the while I was pushing my cock against her with as much force as I could muster. With each thrust up or down, the friction against the head of my cock was more than I could stand. Finally I had to release my cock and moved my finger directly to her anus.


Payback



Barry entered the Club and checked out the offerings.  The music was loud and the lights were low.  Even though it was early, it was already getting crowded.  Not bad for a weeknight.  Lots of pretty young things.  That was good.  Plenty of opportunities.

He felt very horny.  But, he also felt lucky.  Barry had picked up a lot of girls in this Club and he had almost always scored.  He attributed it to his good looks.  But he smiled as he also fingered the packet of GHB in his jacket pocket.  Some people called it a date rape drug.  He called it 'Barry's little helper'.  

The GHB was odorless, tasteless and colorless.  It acts fast and makes the victim semi-conscious, but responsive.  The best part was that it removed inhibitions and made the girl act in a sexually affectionate way.  The next morning, she usually had little or no memory of what happened.  In Barry's mind, it was the perfect 'love potion'.  It cut through a lot of that slow seduction dance and let him get right to the payoff.  Besides, he chuckled to himself, they got what they deserved.  Girls that came to a place like this were looking for it.  He was just providing a service.

He moved to the bar and ordered a drink.  He scanned the room for targets.  A couple of possibilities caught his eye.  Leaning against the bar and sipping his drink, he considered which lines he might use.

As he pondered the choices, a woman moved next to him and ordered a drink.  She was a knockout.  Just his type.  She was short, maybe even petite.  She had a dark complexion and was dressed to kill.  Her perfume was erotic and strong.  No sense waiting he decided, and went into attack mode.

"That's a great perfume," he said.  Women loved that kind of crap.

She turned to him with a shy smile and said, "Why thank you."

Bingo.  We've got a live one.  He immediately pressed the advantage.  "Hi.  I'm Barry," he said with his most practiced smile.

She returned in kind, "My name's Donna."

As the bartender arrived with her wine, he said, "Can I buy you that drink, Donna?"

She seemed to consider for a second, then said, "Sure".  She settled onto the stool next to his.

Barry went into his normal routine.  It worked perfectly.  As they had a few drinks, she warmed to his small talk and before long she was acting very amorous.  She placed her hand on his arm and laughed at all of his jokes.  It turns out that she was in town on business and staying at a motel.

It couldn't have gotten much better, he thought.  An out-of-towner lowered the risk of meeting again.  That rarely mattered anyway.  In most cases, the drug removed any clear memory of events.  This was almost too easy.  But he wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth.  He moved to close the deal.

He leaned toward her and whispered in her ear with all of his well-honed charm, "How about you and I go to some place quieter?"

Donna seemed eager.  She moved her hand to his thigh, shifted her body to reveal her lacy red bra and attractive tits.  She whispered back, "That's just what I was thinking."

He almost tripped over himself getting ready to leave.  It looked like he wouldn't even need the drug tonight.  They decided to stop at a liquor store and then go to her room.  It was a typical chain motel.  He'd used similar rooms for his conquests many times.  He settled in for a night of pleasure, while Donna fixed their drinks. 

As they sipped on their drinks and he started to caress her, he became a little tipsy.  Donna didn't seem to notice and urged him to drink up.  He complied.  Before long, he slipped into even more of a warm and relaxed stupor.

He was conscious, but was having difficulty thinking clearly.  At the same time, Donna's attitude and manner changed.

"Well, Barry, how are you feeling?"

He leered at her over his drink and mumbled, "I'm feeling sexy". 

Donna smiled, but it was more evil than friendly.  "That's good.  You seem ready for what I have in mind."  She told him to get undressed and he followed her orders.  He was a little unbalanced, but eager and responsive.  He felt very passive.  As he undressed, Donna revealed her plans.

"It's payback time, asshole.  You've probably done this date rape trick lots of times, huh?  Pick up some unsuspecting girl with your sweet talk and then slip her some drugs.  Wham, bam, thank you ma'am.  Then, you're out of there.  The next day she wakes up with a bad hangover and very few memories.  Except maybe some bruises."  Her voice was dripping with disgust and anger

Barry heard what she was saying and knew it wasn't what should be happening.  However, for some reason, he wasn't alarmed and waited docilely for her to continue.

"A couple of weeks ago you picked on the wrong girl.  My little sister.  She didn't remember you, or much of the 'date'.  Fortunately, I was with her when you met at the bar.  I remembered your face.  It wasn't hard to track you down." 

Although Barry was in a haze, he didn't like the sounds of this.  But, he couldn't stay focused.  He wondered what this had to do with having sex and continued undressing.  

Donna continued, "Now it's your turn to see how it feels."  She held up the empty packet of GHB that she had put in his drink.  "It acts fast doesn't it?  Of course, you know that."

By now, Barry was naked.  Although part of his mind was beginning to comprehend and get scared, he was unable to form a plan to do anything about it.  The drug had weakened his will to do anything independently.  The dose he used usually knocked the girls out.  They were responsive, often even affectionate, but were almost in a semi-conscious trance.  However, with his larger body size, the GHB wasn't having the full mental effect on him.  He was passive alright, and unable to resist directions, but a lot more conscious of what was going on than his victims.  Donna seemed to be counting on that.

"So, let's get started and see how you like it, lover boy," Donna said with a hard edge in her voice.  She reached into the dresser and pulled out some clothes.  "You like your girls all dolled up and sexy don't you?  Why don't we see how you look in this?"  She tossed a white and black outfit on the bed.  He slowly turned his head and focused on it.  It was a trashy French maid's costume.  It was frilly and covered with lace.  Low cut at the top and with a very short skirt.

While he was staring dumbly at it, Donna was tossing other things onto the bed.  A garter belt and fishnet stockings.  A red, push-up bra.  Pink panties covered with ruffles and lace.  Shoes with 3 inch spike heels.  When she was done, she turned to him and said, "Dress up time, asshole."

Donna stepped toward Barry and applied adhesive to his chest.  He wobbled a little and just watched her.  She reached into a bag and pulled out a pair of false breasts.  In one quick motion, she pressed firmly and held them until they attached to his chest.  His eyes widened in surprise and wonder.  His schizophrenic reaction continued.  The small rationale part of his mind was recoiling in fear.  The larger, drug influenced part treated it as just something to observe and go along with.  This made it even worse.

Donna stepped away and laughed, "Super glue is great.  Those suckers won't come off easily."

The combination of his drunken condition and the unusual weight almost made him topple forward.  She stopped his fall with a push to his stomach and he sat back onto the bed.  He couldn't help giggling.

Donna knew the drug was causing this reaction, but it annoyed her nonetheless.  It reminded her that her poor sister had probably reacted in a similar, almost willing manner when this predator had drugged and raped her.  She restrained herself from slapping him.  She reminded herself she had much more ambitious plans.  Donna wanted this all to look voluntary and a bruise might create some doubt.  She returned to business.  The sooner this was over, the sooner she could get away from this piece of garbage.

"Put the clothes on, bitch," she barked and handed him the garter belt and stockings.

As aware and repulsed as part of his brain was, the drug made him compliant.  He was powerless to resist.  He set about the task of dressing.  It was slow going with his impaired movements, but Donna helped pull things into place and in minutes he was fully attired.  

"Just a few more things, jerk."  Donna dumped make-up on the counter.  With Barry observing passively, she glued on long red fingernails and false eyelashes.  Next, she applied overdone make-up – bright lipstick, rouge, and purple eye shadow.  She did it quickly.  She deliberately wanted it to look cheap and inexpert.  Not slowing to observe the results, Donna grabbed a needle and pierced Barry's ears.  Ignoring his squeal of pain, she inserted large plastic hoop earrings into the fresh holes.  Matching sets of cheap, colored bracelets were added to each wrist.  Barry shook them and laughed at the noise they made.  Donna finished the job by pulling a trashy, bleach blond wig onto his head.

While his appearance was transformed from a confident, athletic, mid-twenties, skirt-chaser, to something approaching a feminine, wannabe shemale, he was still easily recognizable as Barry.  Anyone who knew him would have no doubt who it was.  That's exactly the look Donna wanted to complete her plan.

"Enough preliminaries.  Let's take a look at you.  Stand up."  Donna helped pull Barry to his feet.  The alcohol, drug and the spiked heels made him very wobbly.  She led him slowly to the mirror.  Barry was quite a sight. 

As he swayed in front of the mirror, Barry tried to bring the image into focus. He looked like a tawdry drag queen.  The maid's outfit seemed like a cheap effort at looking erotic. 
But in his befuddled state, that's not what registered in his mind.  "Pretty", he said.  He was entranced.  He stared at the image before him.  He saw the black satin skirt flared out over the petticoats.  His hands moved from the puffed sleeves, along the lace-lined bodice, and down to the fishnet stockings embracing his hairy legs.  His fingers lingered for a moment on the pink lace leg garter.

Throughout this foggy inspection, his eyes were glued to the mirror as if checking out a girl across the bar.  Now, he paused and looked down at himself and saw the outfit on his body as if for the first time.  He recoiled a little but couldn't get his mind to sort it all out.  He looked up, then down again, registering that something was not right.  A cold sense of dread formed in his stomach, but the drug wouldn't allow him to act on it.  He returned his gaze to the mirror and continued to inspect his new appearrance.

While this was going on, Donna was busy at her suitcase.  She was working on setting up a tripod and loading a digital camera.

Suddenly, he smiled wickedly and glanced around, as if to see if anyone was looking.  Then he pulled up the skirt and looked at the panties.  He seemed to have forgotten that he had put them on minutes earlier.  He turned to Donna and whispered as if sharing a secret, "I see her panties."

She glanced over from fine-tuning the camera settings and replied, "Yes, very soon everyone will see her panties."  This was going just as planned.  This revenge was going to be delicious.  

Barry's hand started to feel the soft pink material.  As his fingers moved through the ruffles, he began to get aroused.  This sensation reached the rational part of his mind that was swimming in and out of contact.  For a moment, his eyes widened in panic and he tried to shake himself into control.  The effort was fruitless.  Just as with his victims, his thinking had lost the battle for control to the sensing part of his body.  It slid back to observe the events with no hope of influencing them.  But he also couldn't ignore what was happening.  He felt he had a front row seat at his own degradation.

As his hand continued to massage his penis through the tight panties, it became harder.  "Very nice," he moaned.

Donna saw what was going on and slapped his hand away.  "Not yet, slut!  Just stand there.  I'll be with you in just a second."

Barry was disappointed at being interrupted.  He stood for a moment, and then his attention turned to his chest.  Looking in the mirror, he turned sideways and stuck his false breasts out.  He grabbed them with both hands through the costume and started to rub and squeeze them.  "She has nice boobs," he said to no one in particular.  "Big boobs."

"Yah, very big boob," Donna chimed in.  "I'm ready.  It's show time, girly.  Come over here."

Barry did an involuntary titter at being referred to as a girl.  He took little, mincing steps to the wall where she had pointed and almost stumbled.  "What are we going to do?"

"We're going to take some pictures of Barry in his pretty dress and send them to all his friends.  Won't that be nice?"  Donna explained.

Inside Barry was panic-stricken.  On the surface, he appeared thrilled.  Donna continued, "They'll be beautiful.  I'm sure your business colleagues will share them with all your clients.  Conservative clients, aren't they Barry?  They're going to be so surprised at your little hobby."

Donna explained how she wanted Barry to pose.  She started taking pictures.  Simple ones at first, then increasingly erotic. She made sure to get close-ups of his face to guarantee recognition.  She had him stand and lift his skirt to reveal the pink lingerie.  He actually seemed to be enjoying it and responded to her requests to smile and preen; to act affectionately and suck erotically on his finger. 

After a few pictures of him lounging on the bed, Donna ordered Barry to spread his legs and begin to rub his penis.  He didn't need much urging.  He was really getting into this and set about the task with a sort of dazed enthusiasm.  When he was erect, she got close-ups.  He wouldn't be able to deny that he was aroused by the situation.  Pictures didn't lie.

As she stood up, she said, "I think that's enough of those."

Barry looked at her and naively asked, "Why aren't you in the pictures?"

Donna chuckled to herself as she mounted the camera to the tripod.  "Does Barry want me in the pictures?" she asked coyly.

Barry was still working on the rigid penis that was stretching the sheer fabric of the panties.  He responded breathlessly, "Yes".

"Your wish is my command.  In a minute.  In just a minute."  Barry was engrossed in his own manipulation and didn't seem to hear her.

Donna checked the camera battery and storage.  Both were fine.  Then she placed her hands on the bureau, rested for a second and collected her thoughts.  She took a breath as if steeling herself for what was about to come.  The pictures would be damaging, but they didn't begin to compensate for the harm he had done to her sister and others.  There were more things that had to done.

She removed her blouse to reveal the lacy red bra that had helped bait the hook at the club.  Now she had Barry's attention again. He stopped masturbating and stared at her.  She unzipped her skirt and wiggled out of it, revealing a matching set of red, hi-cut briefs and lace topped stockings.  Barry licked his lipstick-covered, bright red lips.

"Does Barry like?" she asked.

Barry nodded stupidly and mumbled, "Very pretty."

"That's right.  Now we have two pretty girls.  And what do pretty girls want Barry?

He hesitated a moment to let his muddy mind work, then looked up salaciously and said, "They want sex.  They want sex with Barry."

"Do you want to have sex, Barry?  Do you want to have sex with me?"  Barry nodded and reached toward her feebly.  "Good Barry, we'll have sex just like you had with all those girls."

Barry's grin widened.

Donna reached into the drawer and pulled out a belt and attached it to her waist.  Then she pulled out a dildo.  It was penis shaped.  It was large and thick and firm.  She slipped it into place in the belt and tightened the straps so it stuck out.  It pointed at Barry threateningly.  

He got a quizzical expression on his face.  As reality dawned on him, his mind started to scream.  But his body was paralyzed.  Donna picked up the remote for the camera.  It fit easily into the palm of her hand.  As she advanced on the bed, Donna could see the fear flit in and out of his eyes, fighting with the drug-induced acquiescence.

"What's the matter Barry?  You said you wanted sex.  Isn't this how you like it?  A little forced.  No resistance."

Barry didn't move.  He toyed nervously with the frills on the petticoats. 

"That's right Barry.  Just sit there.  'Girls just want to have sex.'  Isn't that what you think?  Here's your chance, my pretty."  Donna knelt up on the bed and maneuvered the huge rubber penis right into Barry's made-up face.  She had arranged the camera to focus on him, but not capture her face.  The photos would appear to show Barry cavorting with his dominating mistress.  With the remote, she snapped the first picture.

"You like what you see don't you."

Barry stared at the enormous dildo inches from his face and blinked at the camera flash.

"Smile for the camera, Barry.  We want everyone to see your happy face.  Look eager for the camera"

He was confused, but compliant.  He smiled a coquettish smile and she captured it with a flash.

"Now kiss it Barry.  Kiss and suck it with your pretty girl lips!" she said insistently while thrusting the penis forward against his teeth.

Although madness raged within his mind, he did as he was told.  He started to lick the strap-on and fondle it with his hands.  He obediently kissed it and mugged for the pictures.  When he reached for her thigh, Donna pushed his hand away.  "Don't touch me.  Play with yourself, pervert," she snarled.

Barry dropped his hand to his panty-clad lap.  In the hyper-sexed state the drug produced, he easily stroked his penis back to erection.  

"Now swallow it", she demanded.

His expression indicated both horror and eagerness.  Donna marveled at the drug's power to overcome the most basic inhibitions and stimulate sexual appetite.

Barry opened his pink lips wide and started to engulf the huge dick.  It stretched them and he proceeded slowly, almost tenderly.  Satisfied that she had enough pictures of his apparently willing blowjob, Donna lost her patience.  She grabbed the back of his head and pushed the dildo into the back of his throat.  He gagged and jerked his head.  She wouldn't let go.  

"That's a good little cocksucker," she spoke to the conscious part of his mind she hoped would remember.  "You like this don't you.  I bet that's what you say to your 'dates'.  Isn't it?" 

After a several seconds of weak thrashing, Donna withdrew it a little and then rammed it home again a few times for good measure.  She finally withdrew completely.  Barry fell forward onto his knees and elbows and struggled to catch his breath.

The pain brought him up to a level of slightly more lucid consciousness.  It didn't, however, increase his ability to resist the humiliation.  But, it did burn flashes of memory into his brain.  He still couldn't retain the face or name of his tormentor.  But he wouldn't forget the details of his degradation.

Donna tried to contain her anger and maintain her composure.  However, she was losing the battle.  She kept visualizing how he doubtless forced the same acts on his helpless victims.  She leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "Time for the final act, Barry,"

Donna quickly maneuvered around so the dildo lined up with his upraised butt.  She grabbed his panties and pulled them down to his thighs.  She checked to make sure they were in view of the camera lens.  Grabbing his hips, she brought the tip of the penis up to his puckered ass.

Reacting on some visceral level, Barry tried futilely to pull away.  But Donna would have none of it.  She forced his head down to the bed and pushed forward.  "Relax and enjoy it girl," she said through gritted teeth.  "It's just a little sex, Barry."




Payback



Whether it was the last scintilla of his resistance or the size of the dildo, she couldn't penetrate.  She leaned her head back and adjusted her grip on his hips.  Then she thrust the full force of her weight forward, while simultaneously pulling his hips toward her.  The tip of the penis entered.

Pain shot through his body.  Barry tried to scream but his face was buried in the blankets.  He squirmed, yet Donna held him fast.  He was impaled and couldn't escape.

With sweat on her forehead and taking deep breaths, Donna pressed the advantage.  She leaned her weight forward and the shaft slowly inched into Barry's body.

Barry's mind collapsed into a state of mild delirium.  The final shreds of his self-esteem seeped away and his body went limp to accept his defeat.

When she was almost completely in, Donna stopped.  She picked up the remote and snapped the final pictures.  Then, noticing he had ceased struggling, she pushed the final inches and rested.

Donna paused a few seconds to let his ass adjust to the intrusion.  It wasn't out of concern; rather she wanted to make her job easier.  When she felt his ass relax, she started a slow withdrawal.  Keeping the tip of the penis in his ass, Donna hoped the drug would deliver the ultimate psychological humiliation.

"Now you're going to enjoy it Barry.  Get into it.  The drug will help.  Isn't that how it works.  Even when you think you want to resist, it makes you want to feel good.  Now it's your turn."  As she spoke, Donna slowly began to pump.

Barry could only listened passively and feel every thrust.  As he stretched and became looser, the dildo became lubricated and the pace increased.  With the pain subsiding, the drug and Donna's suggestions made him once again become aroused.

Donna noticed, "I knew it, you slut.  You like this."  She picked up speed.

Barry couldn't help himself.  He started to rock in time with her rhythm to increase the stimulation.  He despised himself, yet he pushed his hips back to meet her every thrust.  What remained of his conscious mind didn't know whether to be more horrified by what was happening to him or by the fact that on some level he was enjoying it.  He came closer and closer to an orgasm he didn't want, but desperately desired to have.

Donna pushed on, approaching exhaustion.  "Barry likes it rough, doesn't she?"

With a few more hard pumps to his steamy ass, Barry's body shook as he climaxed and spurted violently on the bed.

They both fell forward onto the bed with Donna panting heavily on his back from the workout.  The dildo was still deep inside him.  When she caught her breath, she spoke into his ear with the final venom she could muster.

"I know you hear me Barry.  That's what it's like to be fucked against your will.  Don't ever forget it.  If you ever rape another woman, I'll hunt you down and make this seem like a walk in the park."

Barry heard every word.  As they echoed in his mind, he finally passed out, thankful that at least his ordeal was over.
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When he came to, he was sitting in his car in a parking lot.  He was disoriented, but it looked vaguely familiar.  His temples were throbbing with a killer hangover.  He shook his head to clear his mind.  His body felt bruised and sore, especially his ass.  He realized his mouth had a gag in it and he couldn't speak.   Confused, he looked into the mirror and staring back at him was a woman with blond hair and gaudy make-up.  He blinked several times and saw his own features clearly recognizable beneath the feminine face paint.  He started to sweat and breath heavily, but it was difficult with the mouth gag.  His nose filled with the scent of strong and cheap perfume.  He looked down and saw that he seemed to have large breasts and that he was dressed in a short, French maid's outfit.  At first, he didn't comprehend.  Then in a wave, vague memories from the previous evening started floating into his consciousness.  He was repulsed and scared and began to retch as pieces of each humiliation flashed in his mind.  It was like a slap in the face and brought him fully alert.  He couldn't remember who had done this to him or all the details, but the flashbacks, the slinky outfit and his tender ass assured him something very real and very bad had happened.  

Barry knew he had to get home and out of this outfit before anyone saw him like this.  He moved to reach for the ignition and noticed for the first time that his hands were secured tightly to the steering wheel.  He yanked at them and only got a shot of pain for his effort.  He was buckled tightly in and couldn't move his satin clad body either.  His twisting attempts to escape only made his breasts shake and the skirt rise up to reveal pink panties.

Barry settled back and tried to get hold of his thoughts.  He looked outside and his horror deepened.  He was parked in his company's lot.  Right in front of the main entrance in the president's parking space.  Everyone coming in would see him.  His mind cried out that this couldn't be happening.  From the level of the sun, he knew all his business associates would start arriving soon.  He had to get away.

He twisted his neck and for the first time and saw a sign taped to the back left passenger window.  It was written in what seemed to be red lipstick.  He had to read backwards, but he deciphered what it said.

"HI.  MY NAME IS BAMBI.  YOU CAN TAKE PICTURES, BUT PLEASE DON'T RELEASE ME UNTIL NOON.  I'VE BEEN A VERY BAD GIRL AND I'M BEING PUNISHED."

Despair overcame him.  The first cars started to pull in.  He struggled one last time but to no avail.  The first people approaching the entrance did a double take, and then walked up to the car.  He tried to avert his face, but it was no use.  A crowd was gathering and peering in from all sides.  All looked surprised.  Some appeared appalled.  When they recognized him, a lot of his male friends began laughing.  Their humor increased when they read the sign.  Some pointed at his panties and started making rude remarks through the slightly opened window.

Barry attempted to ask for help but the gag prevented it and his struggles and bouncing tits just increased the crowd's fascination.  No one seemed willing to help and end the entertainment.  Before long, Barry noticed people were passing around something that looked like photos.  One of the guys looked at one and said "Hot date, Bambi?"  And then burst out laughing as he showed Barry a picture of himself in the maid's outfit sucking on a huge penis shaped dildo.  Several women glanced at the pictures and stormed away in disgust. 

When his boss finally arrived, he was clearly annoyed to be denied his parking space and he pushed through the crowd to investigate the commotion.  The staff quieted to see his reaction.  When he had taken in the situation and seen the pictures, someone asked if they should release Barry.  Barry nodded vigorously and his eyes pleaded.

The boss considered it for a second and then looking at Barry said, "Nah.  Like the sign says, leave 'Bambi' here until noon.  Then call the police.  They can take care of the pervert.  And tell personnel to prepare dismissal papers."  With that, he left and entered the building.  

It was clearly a popular decision and the circus atmosphere returned.  A couple people brought cameras. The guys competed with each other for the top joke and the most lascivious suggestion.

Barry knew his career was over and his life was ruined.  His overwrought and exhausted body gave up and he slouched forward.  His bladder cried out for relief and he didn't have the energy or the will to stop it.  A wet spot slowly formed in the front of his panties and the hoots and laughter reached a new height.



Payback



Pounding, thrusting, cock silkily gliding in and out....body tightening, preparing to explode...

I come awake, gasping for air. My body is throbbing, I can feel the wetness between my thighs.

It was that dream again. Last week, we were interrupted during our "explorations" in the movie theater. I'd been dreaming about it ever since.

I look over at you, wishing you hadn't been asleep when I came to bed. You've been so tired and busy at work lately, and I hadn't the heart to wake you up.

Out of the blue, I remember when you had told me that you had never been woken up in that very special way. A wicked glint sparkles in my eye. Maybe we can both get what we want....

After all, I know exactly what you like, what buttons to push, to get you excited. So excited, so turned on, that I'll get to cum over and over. Besides, I need to pay you back for that session in my office last month.

I get up from the bed, gathering several items and placing them near the bed.

I pull the covers down to the end of the bed. You're lying on your side, so I gently push you onto your back. I run my hands across your chest, lightly rubbing my fingers across your nipples, seeing them tighten slightly.

My hands move across your stomach, to your hips, then softly across your soft cock, lying there so innocently. I run my fingers from the base to the head, gently scraping my fingernails across the very tip. Your cock twitches.

I lean over, delicately blowing on you. The heat of my breath makes your cock shudder again.

My tongue slowly comes out of my mouth, daintily licking around the head of your cock. My hand starts stroking while my mouth closes around the head, sucking gently. You're hardening fast now, your body shifting in your sleep.

I look up at you, checking to see that you're still asleep. 

I turn my attention back to your cock. Slowly my mouth and hand continue to travel up and down, hand squeezing carefully, my mouth sucking while my tongue presses underneath.

I feel your body shifting restlessly, as you become more aware of what is happening to you. I start increasing my pace, avidly watching your face for that first bit of awareness.

Unexpectedly, your hips thrust forward. Your eyes open, sleepy and shocked.

"What....what are you doing?"

I look at you, eyebrow raised, but don't take my mouth off your cock. You smile, then groan. I continue to work up and down your shaft, stroking, rubbing, sucking you faster and harder.

Your hands fist on the sheet, your hips beginning to pump.

"Babes, you....oh god....stop, I'm going to cum."

I don't stop, but simply murmur around your cock, "mmmm, hmmmmm" and keep up the pace.

Your balls start to draw up, your whole body tenses. I take your cock all the way in, my throat working against the head. It's too much for you. You explode ferociously.

I pull back just a little, keeping the head in, my hand working up and down. Taking it all, swallowing quickly. I lick up every bit, making sure you're completely done before removing my mouth.

As I pull my mouth away, your hands grab my arms, pulling up against you. Our mouths meet, tongues dueling. You look at me, smile in that wonderful, satisfied way, "Thank you for making that wish come true."

I smile back, "You're welcome."

You quickly push me onto my back, "Your turn."

After pushing me back against the bed, you start kissing me again, your hands running up and down my back.

Your right hand trails along my side, up to my breast, squeezing. Plumping it up for your mouth, which closes around the nipple, tongue rubbing across it. Your teeth slowly tug it into your mouth, shooting pleasure throughout my body.

I moan softly and shift against you. As your mouth works on my breast, your hand moves across my stomach, down my hip and the outside of my leg. It rests on my knee for a moment, caressing, before traveling back up the inside. My legs part in anticipation.

You wait for a moment, feeling the heat, the moisture. Your hand presses against me, one finger pushing into the folds.

You look up at me, "God babes, you're so wet."

"I had the dream again. I couldn't stand it, I had to wake you."

"I'm glad you did. You made a fantasy come true. I'm only sorry yours got interrupted."

"We can always try...ah!" I cry out as you press your palm to my clit, two thick fingers pushing into my pussy. 

As your fingers work inside me, you kiss your way down my stomach. Stopping to pay attention to that sensitive spot between hip and thigh. You work your way around so you're lying between my legs, watching your hand playing with me.

My legs fall apart even wider, trembling. Your face getting closer and closer....

Your tongue flicks out, over my clit. I moan loudly as your mouth closes over it, tugging gently. All the while, your fingers keep pressing, faster, harder.

The feel of your hands, your mouth, my body can't take it. It begins to tense. Your mouth pulls harder on my clit, which sends me over. My pussy clenches around your hands, my hips pushing against your face. I cry out from the delight, reveling in the sensations washing over me.

The spasms die down, allowing you to move your hand from me. You kiss your way back up my body, putting your arms around me. 

Once my body calms a little, I feel you hard against me and remember what I had planned for you. With a smile, I tell you, "I have a surprise for you. Close your eyes."

You lay back, slight smile on your face. I reach and grab two of the items I had gotten earlier. I kneel on the bed, take your wrists in my hands, pull them above your head and quickly tie them to the headboard.

You look up, shock once more on your face.

I sit back, smile wickedly, and say, "Surprise. Payback time."

You voice is baffled as you ask,"Payback? For what?"

"For that scene in my office last month. I told you then I'd get you back for teasing me so mercilessly."

This time a decidedly non-regretful smile pulls at your lips. "Oh yeah. So, what do you have planned?"

"You'll see. But you can't cum until I say you can, or I'll stop."

Anticipation fills your eyes. "Whatever you say, babes."

I lean over to kiss you while my hand reaches your cock, stroking the hardness. Oh, this is going to be fun....

I sit back on my heels, legs spread a little. My left hand stroking you, my right hand running down my body, reaching between my legs. My finger playing with my clit, teasing, rubbing.

I watch you watching me, knowing that you love to see me playing with myself. I move my hands away from both of us. You groan in disappointment.

"Don't worry, hon, you won't be disappointed for long." I move again to get something beside the bed.

I show you the vibrator. Your eyes widen with expectation. Until I turn it on the slowest setting and trace it across your cock. Your body shudders at the touch. 

Your astonished eyes turn towards me. "I thought...what about you?"

"Oh, there's plenty of time for that."

I keep running the vibrator over you, watching your face and body for the telltale signs of orgasm. Your cock hardens even more at the vibrations go through you. The feel of it against the head makes your body bow in delight. As I see your body tense, I remove the vibrator.

"No, not yet," I say and bring the vibrator and rub it across one of my nipples. My left hand holding the other breast and nipple, I move the vibrator down my stomach, and lightly press it to my clit. I groan and spread my legs further apart.

I rub the vibrator against me, getting it wet. I push the vibrator inside, making slow thrusts. You are watching avidly, loving the sight of it disappearing into me.

Now lost in my own world of feeling, I turn up the speed of the vibrator, thrusting faster. In and out, over and over, the sensations build up. Then the damn breaks. I cry out, gasping, as the contractions swell, then slow.

As I come back to myself, I put the vibrator aside and look over at you. 

You face is taut with intensity and arousal. The head of your cock is leaking, but you managed not to cum.

As a reward, I lick the moisture from you. Your hips surge forward. "Oh babes..."

I move my mouth away. "Not yet."

You whimper a little, causing me to give a little laugh. 

I crawl up your body, leg going across your hips so I'm straddling you. I dip my head down to kiss you, our tongues tangling. I pull your tongue into my mouth, sucking gently.

While our mouths are sparring, I bring my hips down, bringing my pussy into contact with your cock. Sliding against you, my wetness drenching you.

You drag your mouth away, groaning. "Babes..." I keep rubbing against you, the friction causing the head to rub against my clit. Feeling that edge coming back, I ease off for a moment.

Once we're both a little more calm, I position myself with my hands on your chest and the head of your cock at the entrance. I lean back, and gradually, ooooh so slowly, sink down onto you. Inch by inch, it takes a torturously long time.

Once you're all the way in, I start rocking back and forth. Taking my time, feeling every sensation, every inch of you, filling me so completely.

"Oh babes, please. Please move faster."

"Mmmm, still no. I'm not ready."

"Then at least undo my hands...please. I want to touch you."

"No."

You growl in frustration and tug on the cords, but can't slip out.

I tilt towards you, running my fingers along your lips. Your tongue reaches out to lick them, pulling them into your mouth. I slip them out, taking the wetness and rubbing my nipples.

I can feel you jerk inside of me. I begin to move a little faster, my hands on my breasts, squeezing, pinching the nipples.

Your body tenses a little, I know you're fairly close. I stop.

"No, please....don't stop."

I look down at you for a moment, then reach over and undo the cords around your wrists. Without saying anything, I take your hands and put them on my breasts.

I angle back a little, bracing my hands against your thighs, and move up and down your cock. The pace increasing, the feel of you rubbing, pushing, stretching me. Your hands squeezing my breasts, tugging the nipples.

"Now babes?"

"Yes, oh yes. Now!"

Your hands go to my hips, pulling me up and slamming me down. The pressure builds with each thrust. I can feel you swelling even more inside of me.

Your thumb reaches down and rubs against my clit. A scream releases from my throat.

My body explodes around you, gripping your cock tightly. I can feel your heat burst into me. My back arches, my head thrown back, the shudders run through my body, going on and on.

After an indeterminate amount of time, with only aftershocks running through me, I fall forward onto your chest. Your arms come around and rub my back.

I look up at you and smile at the serene look on your face. Your mouth slants over mine, in a tender, slow kiss.

"So, did you learn your lesson about teasing me?"

"Yes, sweets, I sure did."

"Does that mean you won't be doing that again?"

"Hell no, the payback is too much fun!"

"Smart man."



Payback



It finally happened. We've all wondered what we would say or do if the ex that had screwed us showed up again. 

I opened the door and there she was. I hadn't thought about her in 6 months. I hadn't seen her in almost a year. From the black eye and swollen mouth I figure her year was worse than mine…not to mention she was at my door. I looked past her to her car. The same beater she'd had a year ago. It was full of clothes and boxes to the point she would barely fit behind the wheel. I felt a long story coming.

I opened the door and motioned her in. She came in and stood to the side as I closed the door. I closed the door and as I led her from the kitchen to the living room. I grabbed the pint of Hot Damn from the freezer. The cinnamon liqueur was one of the things we had in common. 

I took a seat on the couch. She took the other end. 

"How much snow should I expect?"

"Huh?"

"Obviously hell has frozen over…" I opened the Hot Damn and took a swallow then offered her the bottle.

"I shouldn't have come."

"Shut the fuck up and take a swallow."

She took a long swallow without looking at me and handed the bottle back.

"So… what's the story?" I asked.

"He threw me out."

"And beat you up."

"Yeah."

"So what landed you here? Why not Brandon, or Jerry, or Randy for that matter?"

"They're either Ed's friends or bastards."

"Better a pervert stalker like me, eh?"

"I apologized for believing that stuff."

I took a large swallow of frozen cinnamon as a lump of year old anger crept up the back of my neck.

"So now you need a place to stay. How long have you been in your car?"

"2 days. I'm sorry. I shouldn't--"

"Shut up! You're here and I won't put you on the street. I still love you. And I'm still mad as hell."

"You still?"

"Shut Up!" I stood up and began pacing. This woman had been thru abuse. I would not abuse her, but I would not bend over again. "This is how it's going to work. You can stay as long as you want to or need to. But while you are under my roof , your body is mine!"

Her head jerked up and her eyes finally met mine.

"That's right," I said, "I will use your body. I will feel you, lick you, suck you, fuck you in any way, in any orifice I want."

Her mouth opened in shock, surprise, or protest. I didn't care which.

"Stand up! You have a choice to make right now. Turn left and leave, or stand still and accept my terms."

She stood still. I went around the coffee table to stand in front of her. A tear was sliding down her cheek. I wiped it away, then continued to explore her face, remembering the days when she welcomed my touch.

"I will not hurt you. That's not who I am. If you stay long enough you may remember that. But I will have you, no excuses this time." She nodded.

" Do you have your photo albums in the car?" She nodded again.

"The special one?" Her head jerked up.

A previous boyfriend had done boudoir photos of her. She had allowed me to see some of them, but not the sexiest ones.

"Go get your clothes. I'll make room in the closet. Bring in the special album with the first trip. I'll decide on additions while you finish."

She simply nodded. She was exhausted. 

I didn't help her carry the clothes. As she passed me with the first armload she handed me the slim folder of photos. Most of them I had seen before. They showed her in negligee in various poses, displaying her ass and breasts. Four shots she had withheld. Two showed her spreading her pussy, a third enjoying a vibrator, the fourth, sucking cock.

I followed her to the bedroom with the last armload of clothes. As she arranged them in the closet, I couldn't help shaking my head, wondering how stupid I had to be to allow her back into my life. I reached out to stroke her hair as I thought this and she turned to bury her head in my chest. 

I tangled my hand in her hair and pulled her head back. Her eyes opened in alertness. I don't know what she expected. When I pulled her into a deep kiss she answered it immediately. 

I groped her breasts, teasing her nipples to tight points, then slid my free hand to her jean-covered pussy. 

I had no idea whether her reactions were genuine or not. I'm not sure I cared. She slid one hand behind my neck to maintain the kiss and the other to grope my cock. 

I considered taking her there on the bedroom floor, but decided to play a slower game. Keeping the hand firmly entangled in her hair I pulled her free of our lip lock and turned her around. I steered her into the bathroom and holding her in place with one hand began undressing her with the other. She tried to help, but I slapped her hands away and continued. I wanted my domination game to continue for a while.

When I had her standing naked before me I had a decision to make. Do I undress and join her in the shower or stay dressed and wash her with the curtain open? Which imposes my domination more? My naked self pressed against her? or the image of a dressed outsider washing her with the curtain open?

I decided to undress. I guided her into the shower by her hair then made her wait as I stripped. I don't know what she thought as she saw my stiff cock. Whether she thought I would take her there in the shower or not. I've never asked. It never occurred to me actually. I have a bit of an oral fetish. The first thing I wanted to do was to eat her into a screaming, thrashing fit. It's kind of a control thing I guess. If I can bring my lover to an uncontrollable, mind numbing orgasm, I have that much control over her.

OK, so I guess I am a pervert. Just not the kind the asshole accused me of being.

I stepped into the shower and turned her into the spray. I stood behind her and reached around to explore her body that I had only seen in photos before.

She leaned her head back on my shoulder as my hands explored her breasts. They weren't perfect but they were firm and fit her build. Her nipples came erect instantly at the touch of my fingers and the beat of the water.

An idea occurred to me as I fondled her. I leaned forward and nuzzled her neck. Taking a thin strip of her skin in my mouth I sunk my teeth in and began sucking. It must have hurt a little because she reacted immediately. She couldn't escape me however. I released her after a minute or so, but the damage was done. I looked at the dark blue hickey forming on her neck as she looked her question over her shoulder.

"It will take a good three days for that to go away. Even if you change your mind and leave, you won't be going back to Ed."

"He hasn't touched me except with the back of his hand in three months. He wouldn't even notice."

"And you chose him over me?"

She pulled away in response, a futile effort in the close environment of the shower.

One hand pulled her back against me and began exploring her breast again as the other dipped to her bush. It was thick and long. She hadn't had any hair in the "special " photos. Maybe the story of Ed's neglect was true.

I pulled her tight against me, pressing my cock between her cheeks as my fingers explored her slit. She opened to me easily and by the third stroke she leaned her head back against me again. Her breath deepened and she reached behind to take me in her hand. Suddenly she straightened up and elbowed me in the ribs.

"heh!"

"heh yourself! Those times when I told you Ed was big why didn't you tell me you were too?"

"I'm not. I'm average length and maybe a little thicker than average."

"That feels like a Coke can from here."

"You haven't been touched in three months remember?"

"Some things you don't forget! You'd better have some lube for that thing."

"I'll make sure you're plenty wet."

I slid a finger into her and rubbed my thumb across her clit as my other hand alternated between her nipples. One of her hands assisted mine in pulling on her nipples and the other urged me on between her legs. She began to hump against my hand as I rolled her clit between my fingers. My other hand abandoned her breasts and I slid a finger into her. My finger curled and probed for her G spot. When I found it her hips bucked back against me.

"Oh Fuck! Oh God!"

I held her pinned against me, my cock pressing into the crack of her ass, and increased pressure on both clit and G spot to send her crashing over the edge into her first orgasm. 

She leaned back against me, her head hanging. 

"What was that?" she asked.

I hesitated, unsure what she was asking. "What do you mean? You had an orgasm."

"No, I've had orgasms. That was like being hit by a truck."

I began to get the impression that none of her lovers had ever found her G spot, then put the thought out of my head. I didn't want to think about other lovers. We all have baggage.

I began washing her slowly, gently. This time she didn't try to help. She giggled when I soaped her pussy.

"Your fingers seem to be spending a lot of time around there."

"Other parts will get their turn."

"Other? Plural?"

I leaned forward and licked her neck.

"Oh, I see." She giggled again.

Next, I soaped her ass and pressed a finger against her brown eye. She clenched her cheeks and tried to pull away. An arm around her waist kept her in placed and gentle pressure got the finger in to the first knuckle.

"Remember, anyway I want, anywhere, anyhow."

"But it's—"

"I know some religious bugaboo. Well if you get struck by lightning I'll get it too since I'll be several inches inside you. If you relax it will go a lot easier."

She relaxed and I spent several minutes soaping and massaging her sphincter preparing it for a much larger visitor.

After the shower I proceeded to towel her dry. She raised her leg and rested her foot on the side of the bathtub.

"I thought I'd give you easier access." She said with an impish grin. I left her pussy till last and instead of drying it I reached down and pulled out a single hair. That earned me a playful slap. I hung up the wet towel and grabbed a dry one, a couple razors and the shaving cream.

"Oh, that's right. You like the bare ones." She commented seeing the supplies.

"Only down on the lips. You can have a much bush above as you like."

I positioned her on the edge of the bed atop the towel and pulled a chair over for myself. With her feet on my knees, her legs were spread wide and her pussy opened in front of me like a flower. She held her breath as I pulled her lips tight and performed what has to be one of the most personal services a woman can receive without a medical license. When I was finished she had a full bush above her slit and was bare below. I toweled her dry then looked up to her face between her legs.

"Good enough or keep going?"

She reached down to run her fingers thru her bush then down across her bare lips. She dipped a finger into her pussy then slid back up to grasp her bush briefly. 

"Can I look at it in the mirror?"

"Sure."

As she posed in front of the mirror on the bathroom door, I returned the razors and shook the towel out over the trash . I got out a washcloth and soaked it with hot water. In the cupboard I found what I had wondered if I still had, a jar of Vaseline. I turned to find her still examining herself in the mirror.

"It's so weird. I still have a full bush but my pussy feels bare."

"So? Keep it or lose it?"

"Keep it. At least for now."

"Okay. Back on the bed."

She climbed into the middle of the bed but I sat in my chair and dragged her back to the edge. I left the Vaseline on the floor and with her once again spread wide I used the warm washcloth to clean away any remnants of shaving cream or hair. She squirmed as the warm cloth penetrated her most personal area.

When I was satisfied and her movements told me she was enjoying it for more than the cleaning I tossed the washcloth into the dirty clothes hamper and pushing the chair back I moved her feet to my shoulders and replaced the cloth with my tongue. 

Her gasp of pleasure was all the incentive I needed. I buried myself in her pussy. I covered every inch of her slit with my tongue. I sucked her clit into my mouth and holding it with my teeth, tortured it with my tongue. I shoved my tongue into her pussy and used my nose on her clit.

And every time I sensed her approaching orgasm my attentions wandered off to her thigh or her belly button or somewhere less satisfying.

Her moans and the stomping on my shoulders were predictable.

I began to concentrate on her clit again and slipped a finger deep into her soaked tunnel. She was tight even around a single finger. A little more evidence that she had been ignored. My other hand found the Vaseline and began to lube her ass.

"No, please," she begged, her cheeks clenching as I forced a finger in.

"The more I lube it now, the less it will hurt when my cock goes in."

Without waiting for an answer I put my tongue back to work on her clit and slid a second finger into her pussy. The finger in her ass worked its way in and out stretching her opening. 

Resigned to the coming penetration, she had unclenched her cheeks and was concentrating on her pending orgasm. I turned the fingers in her pussy and probed for her G-spot again. I found it and she fell over the edge into convulsions. She tried to push me away from her hyper-stimulated cunt but I knocked her feet away and plunged my fingers back into her to continue their assault on her G. I don't know if she noticed that during the peak of her orgasm I had slipped a second digit into her ass. It was ready when I wanted it.

She lay there panting, her legs spread wide, her thighs coated with her juices and my saliva. Her pussy lips were open wide, inviting me.

Time for my orgasm. I leaned down and positioned my cock at her entrance and took her born again cherry with a single stroke. She responded by crying out and wrapping her legs around me and trying to control the speed of my strokes. It only resulted in allowing me to plow deeper.

I leaned down and took first one breast then the other into my mouth, torturing her nipples. As her pussy adjusted to my size I picked up speed. Then her pussy began to grip me as she approached another orgasm. My balls clenched and released at the extra pressure. I pinned her to the bed and let my cum splash deep in her pussy.

Her eyes opened and she tried to push me off."

"Oh Fuck! I quit taking the pill a few months back."

"Then I guess I'm leaving a mark that will keep you away from Ed more than three days, eh?"

"That's not funny. What would I do with a baby?"

"Leave him with his dad, who you'll leave at the first opportunity anyway."

"That's not nice. And how do you know it'll be a boy?"

"Old wives tale. Plow deep for boys."

My softening cock answered by sliding out of her pussy. I decided I wasn't done yet though. I moved to the center of the bed and leaned over her head. She took my soft cock, soaked in her juices and my cum, into her mouth without argument. Her tongue swirled around the head and shaft covering every inch of me. As I began to get hard again, she still kept the whole length in her mouth, sliding me deeper down her throat as I grew. Her teeth began to dig in so I pulled out and climbed between her legs again.

"Hate to break it to you but that tasted more like a little girl than a little boy."

"Oh really? And how many little girls have you tasted?"

"What? Oh, fuck you!" she replied laughing.

"I had something like that in mind."

I lifted her legs so that both her pussy and ass were exposed for my choice. I slid myself back into her pussy and she closed her eyes. Even with her juices and mine leaking out of her, she was still tight. But not as tight as my next target. 

With my cock coated in our juices I slid all the way out of her pussy and slid down that precious inch. The head popped in before she realized what I was doing. She clenched her cheeks and the door shut on my cock head.

"Fuck! Do you really have to?"

I slid two fingers into her pussy to her G spot and my thumb found her clit.

"Have to? No. But I'm going to. I'm going to have you in every way possible. That way if you walk out an hour from now or a day from now I'll look back and have no regrets."

"So this is a grudge fuck?"

"There's a little of that. Would I have worked so hard to make you cum If that's all it was? If it were a true grudge fuck I'd kick you out the door after I finished with you."

I had been working her pussy and clit the whole time we talked and it was having its effect. 

She laid her arm over her eyes, "Go ahead. Just please don't slam my ass as hard as you did my pussy."

She unclenched her asshole and I began to slide deeper.

"You don't like me very much do you?" she asked.

"Play with your nipples." I ordered, "I don't know how I feel about you. At one point I thought I was in love with you."

I was all the way in her ass. I began to pull out slowly while I intensified the pressure on her clit and G spot.

"Then you started up with Brandon for a hot minute and then Jerry, all the while claiming you loved that moron Ed. I'm not even sure who you are"

Her mouth opened and her breathing was deepening. The fingers were having their effect on her. He tight (supposedly virginal) ass was having its effect on me. I slid in and out of her ass and watched her play with her tits. I never thought I would see her again ever. Yesterday I would have put money on it. See her like this? Never. I would have put a paycheck on it.

Her pussy clenched around my fingers and her asshole did the same to my cock as she came. It triggered me and I pumped my seed deep in her bowels. She lay there like a rag doll as I pulled my cock out of her and went into the bathroom to wash off my cock. I considered making her lick me clean again, but even I'm not that much of a bastard.

She hadn't moved when I returned from the bathroom. I used a warm washcloth to wipe the cum and Vaseline from her pussy and asshole. She squirmed a little, at the warmth maybe, or maybe she was a little sore. Her asshole had recovered from my attentions but not completely. It still hung open enough to insert a finger without lube or force.

My cock hardened again as I cleaned her and toyed with her. I moved her up into the center of the bed and rolled her over. 

"Up on your knees." I ordered. She pulled her knees under her presenting that cute ass and a choice of targets. She must have known what I was thinking, or at least what I was seeing.

"Just my pussy, please, my ass is sore."

"We'll see." I said as I slid my cock into the pink target. 

I took my time this round. After two quick orgasms, I didn't think my balls would deliver again too soon.

Her pussy was loosening up after this afternoon's workout. As I held her hips and fucked in and out, I would angle to the side every few strokes, stretching her a little more. Our juices foamed up and left a ring at the base of my cock. A slow trickle of my cum leaked out of her ass and joined the mix.

She finally gained enough interest to reach under herself and begin playing with her clit. From her breathing and the brief tightening of her pussy, I think she had one small orgasm before I felt my balls tightening. I leaned forward and grabbed both tits as I began to pound her in earnest. 

I plowed deep and held as I shot another load into her pussy. She looked over her shoulder at me.

"Still trying for a boy?" 

I was semi-hard still but I knew I would not be worth much and she was exhausted both by me and whatever Ed had put her thru.

I settled in the center of the bed and pulled and guided her to lie on top of me.

"Already? I need to rest a little."

"That's what we're going to do."

I slid my barely hard cock into her pussy and pulled the sheets over us. She settled her head on my chest and dozed off. 

With my cock in her and my arms around her, I lay awake and wondered what next? Then I remembered the camera.



Payback



Have you ever done anything really stupid and then immediately hoped no one ever found out? Or wished you could turn back the clock and undo what you'd done? 

Carol and I have been married for 5 years. And they have been a great 5 years. You couldn't ask for a better wife. We're lovers and friends. And neither of us is controlling of the other. That's why I get to go out with some of my old high school friends whenever I want. 

We only go out once or twice a month. We hit some bars and have a few drinks and laughs. Sometimes we dance with some women. I know Carol wouldn't be real happy about the dancing, but that's all I do. If I didn't dance the other guys would think I'm pussy whipped. 

Bud, Mack, and Rob are still single so they are free to do what they want. Being married I do what I want too. So I sometimes dance a little. The other guys sometimes end up taking women home for the night. I don't because that's not what I want. I could if I wanted too. After all, I'm not pussy whipped. 

Well, one Friday we went out and hooked up with a group of four women. We danced and drank and laughed together. And somehow we ended up in a motel room. Four guys and four gals and two beds. 

Seeing the action going on around me and having a very willing girl by my side I ended up doing that stupid thing. I fucked one of the women. As soon as it was over I was sorry I'd done it. But you can't take it back, can you? 

When we left the motel I swore the guys to secrecy. They promised they'd never tell anyone especially my wife. With a wife that has threatened to do a Lorena Bobbit on you it's for sure you want don't her to find out. 

Saturday morning I was as remorseful as can be. I started doing things for and with Carol that she always wanted me to do. I knew I had to be careful and not be too obvious but I still felt guilty and needed to try and make it up to her. Even though she didn't know what I was making up for. 

Sunday was more of the same. By the time Monday rolled around I was beginning to feel better about myself. I was also starting to breath a little easier. I realized that Carol had no way of finding out about Friday night and I was safe. But I still wasn't going to do anything like that again. 

By Tuesday what happened that Friday seemed like ancient history. I had almost forgotten about it. I returned to my normal self and since Carol had never acted any different I breathed a sigh of relief. 

Wednesday evening Carol said I should invite the guys over for a home cooked meal the following Saturday. She is convinced that bachelors don't eat right and need a woman to look out for them. So several times a year she has me invite the guys over. She also sometimes invites women to these meals hoping to become a matchmaker. 

Since my wife is a great cook I didn't have to twist any arms to get the guys to come over at 6:00 Saturday evening. 

On Saturday I helped clean the house. Then while Carol was bathing and getting dressed for dinner I did the grocery shopping. 

When I got home Carol came out of the house and helped me take the groceries in. I walked into the house and almost dropped the sacks. Sitting on the couch was the girl I had fucked last Friday. Carol saw my startled look and introduced me to Gina. "She's the new girl in my office I was telling you about." 

I waited for the bomb to drop when Gina recognized me, but she didn't even bat an eye when she said hello. I couldn't believe my luck. She must have been too drunk to remember me. 

Then I just about laughed out loud, thinking that Carol was trying to fix Gina up with one of my friends. Like as if they were going to take up with her a week after watching me fuck her. 

I just got the groceries in the kitchen when I heard the guys at the front door. I ran into the front room to warn them about Gina, but I was too late. I didn't need to bother. My friends are sharp enough and none of them let on that they already knew Gina. I was surprised that she didn't recognize anyone, but what the hell? Don't look a gift horse in the mouth. 

I got drinks for everyone and was going to settle down with everyone when Carol asked me to go into the kitchen with her. That's when my luck ran out. 

"Gina told me all about your party last week." I stood there dumbfounded. I couldn't think of anything to say so I just waited for the other shoe to drop. 

"I've given it lots of thought and came up with a plan. I'm going to fuck all three of your friends." I wanted to protest but the look on Carol's face gave me pause. 

"If you love me and want to stay married to me you're going to fix dinner for us. Then you're going to spend the rest of the night serving us. You humiliated me in front of your friends and now it's payback time. If you don't want to stick around and be humiliated you can leave. But your friends are still going to enjoy fucking me." 

Then she stood there watching me and waiting for an answer. I felt like a trapped animal whose only way out was to chew off it's own leg. 

After a minute or two, or an hour or two, Carol said, "Get undressed." She could tell she had won. I collapsed inside and started undressing. She handed me an apron and told me to put it on. I felt my face burning when I thought of how ridiculous I must look wearing nothing but a frilly little apron that only covered from below my tits to just above my dick. 

"OK. Now get busy fixing dinner. But don't hurry too much. I want to sample some cock first. I'm sure they'll need some nourishment after the first round." With that she walked out of the kitchen. 

I wasn't able to move until I heard her ask, "OK guys. Who wants the first blow job?" 

There was a stunned silence then Mack said, "Right over here. I've been waiting for years to get your lips wrapped around my cock." 

Carol laughed and said, "Your pleasure will be my pleasure." 

I didn't hear anything for a bit then I heard Bud. "Wow! Look at her suck. She really loves it! Do you swallow or spit it out?" 

"I wouldn't think of spitting. That's not ladylike." They were all laughing at that when she added, "Besides I want to be able to share with my hubby." That got even more laughter. 

"Where is the little wimp?", Mack asked. 

"Oh, I've got him fixing our dinner. Would you rather he came out here and watch? Maybe Gina could help with the dinner so the wimp can help me take care of you guys." 

I was looking around the kitchen for a place to hide when my wife called out, "Get in here hubby. Your friends don't want you to miss out on any of the fun." 

That's when Gina spoke up, "I think I'll just order some pizza so I don't miss out on any of the fun either." 

I slowly moved into the front room. As soon as I walked into the room I was greeted with a round of laughter. I didn't know why until my wife pointedly looked at my crotch. I looked down and turned beet red when I saw my dick standing straight up. 

"Come over here, hubby. I want you to help me suck this beautiful cock." I hung my head and walked over to where she was sitting on the floor in front of Mack. She patted the floor beside her and I sat down. 

"You know I don't do the deep throat thing. So you stroke his shaft while I work on the head. Play with his balls too. I want him to give me a big mouthful of cum so I can share it with you." 

I gave up any thought of resistance and took hold of another man's cock for the first time in my life. My wife sucked the head of his cock into her mouth and began rocking back and forth. I started stroking the shaft in time with her movements and as she sped up I reached up with my other hand and caressed his balls. 

I didn't even notice when Carol stopped moving. She just held his cock in her mouth and sucked while I pumped his shaft. It was like I couldn't stop. I wanted to give her the cum she wanted. I had to pay for my cheating on her last week. 

Then I felt the jerking movements of his cock and the spurts of cum being shot into my wife's mouth. I stopped pumping his shaft and just held it while he filled her mouth to overflowing. 

Carol turned around and kissed me. I willingly opened my mouth and accepted the cum she was holding for me. I felt her hand on my dick and instantly started cumming. 

That night I helped my wife take on my three friends several times. I ate all of their cum from her mouth, pussy, and ass. I don't know how many times I came myself. When they all left after being drained I helped Carol into the bathroom and gave her a nice bath, before going to bed. 

The next morning I woke up to find Carol looking at me. She smiled and said, "I think from now on you should invite your friends over much more often." I felt her hand on my cock and then her fingernails digging in slightly. "You would like that wouldn't you?" 

What could I say?



Payback



She knew she shouldn't have done it, but she had gone right ahead. She's borrowed money from the president of the frat to make her rent payments. He'd said if she didn't pay up immediately, she would be sorry, but she'd laughed him off. He was swimming in money; how could he begrudge her a couple hundred dollars? Well, she was regretting it now. 

At a frat party, she was in a back room sleeping. (Passed out drunk was more like it.) She heard a funny noise through her dream, and opened her eyes to see about twelve guys standing around the bed. The frat president was kneeling over her. 

"Morning, sleeping beauty," he said. And then he slapped her across the face. She gasped and started to struggle, but then he sat down on her hips and she couldn't get away. She flailed her fists around, trying to punch him, but two other guys came over and held her arms down. The president reached into his pocket and pulled out what looked like a rubber ball on a strip of leather. Then he stretched it out and she realized what it was. Clamping her teeth down hard, she started struggling harder, but to no use. Smiling, he reached down and pinched her nose. She tried to hold her breath as long as she could, but eventually she had to open her mouth to breath. Then he jammed the rubber ball into her mouth and fastened the strap behind her head. 

While she looked at the grinning faces around her in horror, the frat president reached into his other pocket and produced a knife. She was terrified now, and trying to scream through the gag. But he just laughed. Slowly, he slipped the knife under her shirt, and split in down the middle. It was skin tight, and it popped right off, revealing a low cut lace bra. 

He reached into the bra and pulled her tits out. They overflowed out of the top of the bra, almost touching her neck because of their size. Looking up, she saw the frat guys laughing and licking their lips. Horrified, she began to realize what was going to happen to her. The frat president, still sitting on her hips, started running the knife delicately around her nipples. 

"You didn't pay me back, did you bitch?" She stared at him, wide-eyed. "Answer me!" and he slapped her face again, hard. Tears starting to her eyes, she shook her head. 

"Well, now you're going to pay up. We'll forgive a little bit of your debt for every cock you take in your mouth, your pussy, and your ass. Sound good?" But she was only staring at him with disbelief. He laughed. "Good. Well, it doesn't really matter whether you agree or not at this point. Let's go!" With that, he got off her. As she started to struggle again, two of the really big guys came and picked her up. Holding her tightly, they walked downstairs and into the living room. They set her down on the coffee table and removed the gag. 

"No one left to hear you scream but us," said the frat president, "and we love it when you bitches scream, so go right ahead." They tied her hands behind her back and her knees wide apart so she was spread-eagled on the table. Then they hung her hands from a rope tied to the ceiling so her back was arched and her tits thrust forward. They jiggled with every motion as she struggled to get away. Laughing, one of the guys walked around to the front of the table grabbed one of her tits. He slapped it and it bounced. He laughed. Then he grabbed both her nipples and squeezed hard, making her moan in pain. He laughed again and started shaking her tits back and forth by the nipples. It hurt, but waves of heat were spreading from her tortured nipples through the rest of her body. 

While he was playing with her tits, she saw another of the guys move away from her head and circle around the table to where her ass was sticking invitingly into the air. She was so concentrated on the delightful pain in her nipples that she totally forgot about him until the first slap. The sound echoed through the room as did her yelp of surprise and pain. The whole group laughed, and the one playing with her nipples started slapping her tits again while the other one continued to slap her ass. It hurt, but she could feel herself getting wet as her ass and tits got smacked again and again. 

The guy playing with her tits suddenly squeezed her nipples so hard she screamed. While her mouth was open, he suddenly thrust his thick, hard cock into her mouth. She gagged and choked while he held her head steady by her hair. Finally she stopped choking and he started really fucking her mouth. She had to concentrate as hard as she could to keep from gagging as he shoved his cock all the way down her throat. 

"Yeah, bitch," he grunted, "suck my cock. Suck that fucking cock, you little bitch!" 

While he kept fucking her throat, more hands reached for her tits and started pulling and twisting her already sore nipples. She groaned around the cock in her mouth, and that was just enough to send him over the edge. He shoved his cock all the way back into her throat one more time and then pulled out and sprayed his cum all over her face. 

But before she could get her breath back, there was another man behind her. His hands were spreading her ass cheeks and, the next thing she knew, he was forcing his huge cock into her asshole. She screamed and twisted and tried to keep him out, but her ass was so slippery with her own juices that his cock just slid all the way in with no resistance. She screamed again as his cock buried itself in her asshole and his balls slapped against her pussy. With his cock all the way up her ass, he reached down and flicked her clit with his finger. The unexpected stimulation made all of her muscles contract, making him groan with pleasure as her ass squeezed his cock. 

She thought he was going to start pumping, but he pulled his cock back out of her ass. As she turned to look over her shoulder with a sigh of relief to find out what was going on, he reached out and slapped her face hard, snapping her head forward again.  

"Shut up bitch! I'm going to fuck your ass good and hard whether you like it or not!" 

Then he grabbed a big handful of her hair, pulling her head so far back she could barely breathe. As she gasped for air, he slapped her ass hard four or five times, so that her ass cheeks jiggled and turn red. Then, still holding her head back, he started to force his cock back into her ass. It hurt even more this time, since her ass had been stretched by his first invasion. She tried to scream, but she couldn't get enough air. Meanwhile, the head of his cock popped inside her asshole. But he didn't slide all the way in this time. Instead, he pulled out again, only to squeeze the big pulsing head of his cock back in again. Each time he did it, it hurt more. 

When she finally thought she couldn't take it anymore, he pulled out one more time and then jammed his cock all the way up her ass. Somehow she managed a scream even though she could barely breathe. Then he started pounding her ass unmercifully, jerking back on her hair with every thrust. Occasionally he would slap her ass again, hard. 

He'd been fucking her hard and fast for a long time, but he wasn't showing any signs of stopping. Meanwhile, her ass was getting very sore and she was having more trouble than ever breathing. Suddenly, someone yelled out something and she felt the still-hard cock slip out of her ass. He released her hair and her head fell forward as she gulped in lungfuls of air. 

When she looked up again, he was standing in front of her holding his dripping cock in front of her face. She tried to twist her head away, but he grabbed her by the hair and forced her to look up at him. 

"Don't you want to taste your ass, bitch?" he asked playfully. She shook her head furiously, but it didn't help at all. Still holding her hair, he shoved his cock into her mouth, making her gag at the taste of her own ass. Then he pulled his cock out of her mouth and started rubbing it all over her face, smearing her juices onto her cheeks. Then he pulled her head forward again, forcing her to take his cock into her mouth. 

Meanwhile, she could feel someone's fingers playing with her sore ass. First one, then two, then three fingers found their way into her ass. She was getting ready for an even more painful second ass-fucking when he shoved his cock into her pussy, keeping his three fingers in her ass. Every time he pounded his cock into her pussy, he twisted his fingers in her ass, pulling toward him with his fingers. It felt so weird, but it also felt really good. 

There were guys on either side of her slapping her tits and twisting her nipples as well as the one fucking her mouth and the one fucking her pussy. Suddenly, the guys fucking her mouth shoved his cock all the way down her throat and started to cum. As his hot load flowed down her throat, the one fucking her pussy started to cum also. But instead of cumming inside her, he pulled out and sprayed it all over her ass. 

There was laughter all around, and she could heard the sound of high-fives being given. When they untied her, she slumped down on the table with a sigh of relief, thinking it was over. But no. 

They grabbed her again, laughing, and lifted her off the table. Looking over to the couch, she saw all the guys standing around, their cocks hard, as one of them lay down on the couch. Then she started struggling. But like last time, it came to nothing, and they carried her over to the couch. While still holding her in the air, they wrenched her legs apart and made her straddle the guy lying down. She tried her best to wriggle away, but he forced his pulsing cock into her pussy. He pulled her forward until she was lying face down on top of him. Then, keeping one arm around her waist to keep her from moving, he wriggled three fingers of the other hand into her ass. She had tensed up, so it hurt a lot. Then, lifting her by the three fingers in her ass, he started fucking her hard. Meanwhile, someone grabbed her hair to force her head up and another cock was shoved into her mouth. 

This went on for a while, and then she felt the fingers slip out of her ass and the cock was withdrawn from her mouth. From behind, someone shoved hear head down hard, so her face was buried in the back of the couch. She was still impaled on the cock in her pussy, but now she felt one starting to force its way into her ass as well. She tried to tighten her ass so that he couldn't force his way in, but then he grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them so wide she thought she would split open. As he pushed his cock up against her defenseless ass, she realized it was probably the biggest cock she had ever seen. She couldn't believe how thick it was! After what seemed like forever, just the head popped inside her ass. 

"Yeah bitch! Take that big black cock!" came the voice from behind her. He started to slide his gigantic cock farther into her ass, and she screamed in pain. There was still a cock in her pussy, and now this monstrous black cock was ripping her ass even wider. Finally his cock was all the way up her ass. It felt like it was touching her stomach, it was so long! Once he was all the way in, the black guy in her ass reached around and grabbed her tits, pulling her up and rolling her nipples roughly between his fingers. 

"Two cocks aren't enough for this bitch! Someone come fuck her mouth!" One of the guys standing nearby eagerly obliged, shoving his cock down her throat. Her back was starting to ach from the arched position she was in, but the guy in her ass was still holding her up by her tits and squeezing her nipples painfully. 

Suddenly, the guy fucking her mouth grabbed a handful of her hair, pulled his cock out of her mouth, and slapped her across the face three times. It hurt even more since she couldn't move her head with the slaps, and tears started to her eyes. Then he wrapped his hands around her throat and shoved his cock back into her mouth. Pulling her head back and forth by her throat, he fucked her mouth mercilessly. Just when she was starting to see spots from lack of air, he pulled out of her mouth and let go of her throat. But as she was gasping for air, he grabbed her hair and started slapping her again. He probably slapped her five or eight times before he stopped. Now her cheeks were on fire and there were tears streaming from her eyes. Then, still holding her hair, he leaned down so his face was level with hers. Then she saw it was the frat president leering at her. 

"I think you've almost paid off your debt," he said, "but first I want one more thing. I want you to beg to have us fucked every one of your holes." At first she just looked at him, not quite able to believe what he was saying. To clear her head, he slapped her face three more times. 

"All right!" she cried, "I'll beg!" 

"That's better," he said, "Now tell us what you want us to do." At this, the guy in her ass slid his cock almost all the way out and the frat president loosened his grip on her hair. 

"I want you to fuck me," she said in a small voice. But they just laughed. "More details!" someone yelled. "That's right," said the frat president, "the dirtier you talk, the less pain for you. Start talking!" 

I can't believe this is happening, she thought. I've always been shy about talking dirty, and I'm about to beg ten guys to fuck me up down and sideways in the dirtiest language I can think of. But as she was hesitating she saw the frat president raising his hand for another slap, and she made up her mind. 

"I want you to fuck my ass and my pussy. Stuff all my holes and rip my ass wide open!" At this, the black guy with the huge cock slammed it all the way up her ass until his balls slapped against her pussy. She screamed in pain and pleasure as his cock stretched her ass as wide as it could go. 

"Does that hurt, bitch? Do you like it that way?" He had pulled all the way out again, and he was twisting her nipples. 

"Yes! I love it like that! Shove your cock all the way up my ass and make me scream. I love your big fat cock in my asshole!" He slammed his cock up her ass again, making her scream again. "That's it, keep fucking my ass. Don't stop!" He started pounding her ass again and again, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Then she remembered she had to keep talking. 

"I want you to fuck my pussy too. Fuck all my holes!" The guy on the bottom started pumping her pussy too, grabbing her ass cheeks. They were both pounding her holes, and she felt completely full. They took turns slapping her ass, and then the one on the bottom grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them wide, letting then black guy pound her ass even deeper. She moaned in pleasure, her tits bouncing as they fucked her. 

"Harder," she groaned. "Harder! Slap my tits, too, and pinch my nipples." They obliged, fucking her even faster and deeper. Even though her ass and tits hurt enormously, she could feel herself starting to cum. She was screaming and moaning with pleasure. In front of her, the frat president laughed. "You really are a dirty bitch, aren't you? Aren't you?" Out of her mind with pleasure and pain, she nodded breathlessly. 

"Then suck my cock, you dirty little slut!" Eagerly, she took his cock into her mouth. Now all her holes were filled. The guys in her ass and pussy were about to cum too; she could feel their thrusts getting faster and harder. At the same time, they grunted and shoved into her as hard as they could, shooting their cum deep inside her. That was enough to send her over the edge. Screaming with pleasure, she arched her back and tensed all of her muscles, milking every last drop of cum out of the cocks in her ass and pussy. She came harder than she ever had before, and while she was still screaming in ecstasy the frat president shot his own load all over her face. 

When they had all come, they pulled out of her and left her shaking and dripping cum on the couch. Playfully, the frat president reached down and pinched one of her nipples. She groaned at the extra simulation on her sore body. "I think your debt's paid, my dirty little bitch. And hey, why don't you come to the party tomorrow night?" 

She smiled languidly and leaned up on an elbow. Her ass and her pussy ached, and her face stung from all of the slaps. She was covered in cum, having been humiliated into begging to be gangbanged by a bunch of rapists. She smiled. "I'll be there!"



Payback



Some people really shouldn't make dares. I always follow through. 

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Payback



My wife and I have been married for twenty years. She is the mother of two beautiful daughters. And we have been through a lot together. At 37 years old she went from 127 lbs to 175 lbs in about eight months. Mostly due to medical reasons. At 38 she decided to do something about it, so she joined a gym and started working out, lifting weights four days a week and doing cardio all seven. Now at 40 she is stunning, 5'4", 125 lbs, beautiful breast back to their post implant greatness. I am no male model, but I am not repulsive either. I am 5'8", 167 lbs, and shaved bald because it looks better than half way bald. And the good Lord blessed me with the average 6 inches. You can call me a louse or SOB; I deserve it after I tell you that during the weight gain time we did not have sex. 

Over two years and seriously straining our relationship, we are back to it and better than ever. For years I have told her I want to watch her with another man. During sex I will bring this up while gently fucking her with a large dildo we have. She always has great orgasm but totally refuses to discuss it later. Well I guess the two years of down time caused her to rethink her position. One evening during some long fore play, as she was giving me a blow job, she told me she wouldn't mind blowing another guy while I fucked her. My eyes widened and I ask if she were serious, when she moaned a yes answer with my dick in her mouth, I exploded. Every time I mentioned this over the next few days, she would respond with "I don't know what you're talking about." I took this to mean that I should make all the arrangements. So I set out to make it happen, my style. 

I got in touch with a man I use to work with some 10 years ago. His name is Ed. This is the first name that came to my mind because I had a dream of him and Dee once. Ed was still with the same company, so finding him was easy. He remembered me instantly, since we did drink a beer after work on occasions, I ask him to join me at a local bar, beers on me. Ed looked just as I had remembered him; tall, muscular, and always smiling. And black as coal. We talked for a moment and I just laid it out on the line. I wanted him to come to a casino in Tunica, MS and hope my wife would agree to blow him.

" Let me get this straight. You want me to drive five hours from Atlanta in hopes of getting a blow job I can get at home," he said with out cracking a smile.

"Well..."

"Relax, I'll be there, I been married for twelve years and I haven't had any white pussy since. If she looks like I remember I'm going to enjoy this."

"She says she just wants to blow someone and she doesn't know this will be the time. I need you to work her, she does not know you and I'm not going to tell her anything."

"Yea, ok, I'm telling you when she gets her hand on this dick, it's on. Are you going to be ok with that?"

"Sure,I managed to say as I began to realize what was going to happen."

We had a couple more beers and finalized the plan. I went home; Dee and I had hard sex as I dreamed about the future. The next morning I told her I wanted to go to Tunica, just the two of us, no friends. "I have made reservations at The Grand for next weekend and I ordered a new dress for you off the internet," I told her. She smiled because she loves to play roulette, and she loves to dress sexy and flirt with the other men at the table. 

The longest week on memory finally went by. We drove out Friday and arrived about 7:00 pm. We got checked in; I had requested a suite for a big sitting room. We got some dinner and cruised the floor for a few minutes. Dee heard a band playing in the bar area and wanted to dance, so she said she was going to change. I wanted to say down and play a little. She got a drink from the bar and headed for the room. As soon as she was out of site I grabbed my phone and called Ed. 

"You here," I asked as he answered.

"Yes, just got in my room. What's the deal?"

"Dee is in the room changing. She wants to dance a little before she gambles. Let her get a drink or two or four in her and she should be easy pickings. I am going to sit down at the wheel; you can dance with her if you like. I am going to kind of ignore her to get her to get very flirtatious. She thinks it makes me mad. I know you remember what she looks like but you are going to be surprised."

"Man she aint big and fat is she?"

"Totally the opposite, she is smoking hot. She had implants since you seen pictures of her. And she will be wearing a tiny white dress, high heels, and that is all."

"Alright, I see you later."

About an hour later I see my Dee walking toward me. I am an unbelievably lucky man; every male eye that can see her is watching her. She is aware of this and loves it, something she use not to enjoy. Her new dress is cut low to show her amazing cleavage and it is backless except for crisscross straps, stopping just below, and I mean just below, her tight ass cheeks. She casually strolls up, drink in hand, gives me a soft kiss, ask me if I'm winning, wishes me luck and heads for the dance floor. After about 45 minutes, I go to the restroom. On the way I peek in the bar area, Dee is a heavy bump and grind dance with two guys, one of them is Ed. Returning to the wheel, I peek in again, Dee nor Ed are in there. As I walk back to my seat, I see them at the wheel straight across from where I am playing. As the night goes by she has a few more drinks and flirts really heavy with Ed. I am a little surprised that she has taken to him this quick but what the hell. When she reaches across the table to place a bet he would rub her butt, sometimes he would slide his large hands up between her thighs from behind. If one of them would win on a number, I could see her whisper in his ear with one her hands moving around below the table. I could hardly concentrate on the game, even two guys beside me commented on the hot milf at the other table and how she was probably getting black dick tonight. 

What seemed like an eternity had passed before she got up to go to the restroom. Dee stopped by me and whispered "When I get back, I am going to suck the black off that dick, in our room, while you fuck me." I played one more spin so as not to look to anxious to leave. I cashed in and headed to our room, as I walked passed Ed, he showed me something in his hand. Something small and blue, I did not get it at first, and then it hit me, Viagra. He was going to fuck her brains out and he wanted make sure of it. I lingered around the elevators where I could see Ed sitting at the roulette table. When Dee returned, She stepped between his thighs and gave him one of her soft, warm kisses. He was gently cupping her ass with both hands. God, they looked hot. As he stood and they began to walk toward the elevators, I hit up button and made my way to our room. I left the door cracked so they could just come in; I turned on every light so I could see very well. 

When they came in, Ed walked into the room and sat down on the sofa across from me. With out speaking, Dee took off her heels and in one motion pulled her dress over her head. She came to me first and told me to remain seated and dressed. I agreed, although I didn't get it, she was so damn hot, I could not argue. 

Dee took a seat next to Ed on the sofa. He immediately laid her back, spread her legs and went down on her beautiful pussy. I could see her dripping wet before his tongue touched her. When he did, she let me know with a low satisfying moan. Ed licked like he was licking a tall ice cream cone, from the bottom of her perfectly shaved pussy lips slowly to her clit. She had to tell him that is how she liked it. No matter, now he was deep in her with his long tongue. In five minutes she has cum twice, and was head toward multiple orgasms. Once she reaches a point they come in waves. Ed worked his tongue for several more minutes, often stopping to ask her how much dick she wanted. Dee's answers blew my mind; I never thought I would hear those things from her. 

Ed stood up and ordered her to remove his pants. As she unbuckled his belt, he removed his own shirt. I remember being impressed with his chest, which lasted about two seconds. Dee was pulling down his slacks, and there it was. This was the biggest cock I've seen, at least the size of Mandingo, the porn star. No, it wasn't semi erect, it was hard as iron, and it was inches from my wife's lips. 

Dee turned to me and said, "I hope you remember those two years when you would not have me, I am about to make up for them. I am going to fuck this cock for hours and if you want to keep me, you will just sit there."

It had begun to set in; I had brought this upon my self. My lovely wife was about to be taken, body and soul, by this huge cock. It was no longer Ed, it was a huge black cock.

She slowly moved her hands up to it; her fingers would not come close at the base. One hand over the other three times and still three good inches remained, that's 12 inches. I am sure of that and still her small fingers did not touch. Dee began to lick and suck the end of the cock that now owned her. Her eyes were full of lust and wished she had ever blown me the way she was sucking it. Ed was beginning to thrust hips in rhythm with her head and hands. Dee worked this cock with both hands and her mouth as if huge dicks were all she had ever had. She was doing such a great job, in a matter of minutes, Ed was going to cum. He placed his hand on the back of head and gently grabbed a hand full of her blonde hair. She just groaned has he emptied his first load into her throat. Dee never missed a stroke and swallowed every drop she could. She brought Ed to his knees as she continued to suck and stroke the giant cock. 

Ed quickly regained himself, he moved Dee on to the sofa, on her knees facing the back. He took up a position behind her, on his knees. Because of his height and her lack of, his cock was at perfect level. He began to rub her swollen pussy with the huge head and gently, with each time he would pass her opening, he would slip it in. She was going insane for the teasing, "Please, oh God PLEASE, put it in me." 

I just sat there in shock. My wife, my ever faithful wife, was begging another man to fuck her. RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME, I began to come to reality, she was doing what I ask of her and beyond. Anything after this was my fault.

Ed eased into her slowly, taking slight strokes in and pulling back till the ring of his head appeared from her labia. When he got to between 4 and 6 inches, he leaned back, his hands on the floor and his cock sticking out of his mid section like a long handle. With it just slightly in her now dripping cunt, he ordered her to fuck herself. The first time she went back on him, she got more dick than she has ever had and it showed. She started to fuck the monster cock as if she were possessed, from her favorite position and with each stroke giving her more than she could imagine, orgasms came fast and very hard. 

Each orgasm was consuming her; she was barely intelligible, and trembling in every muscle. But she kept fuck the cock into her pussy. 

"Fucking black cock, never come this, Goddamn (which she NEVER says), I'm fucking...God it's black...Oh my God...Ed please. "

As her pussy started to squirt it also contracted around his dick. She would have force it out, but I guess Ed noticed and gently push back. Her liquid was squirting out around his cock as she continued to bounce back against his groin. 

"I need big...please fuck...need...fuck your...Whore...I'm ...slut black dick", she could not stop. 

When she finally eased back to herself, Ed picked her up and moved her to the bedroom. I followed. Lying Dee on her back, Ed knelt between her legs. He then pushed her knees back and told her to hold her ankles. Ed moved his cock to her pussy and slowly entered her completely. He started fucking her with long slow strokes. All the way in and all the way out. Giving her a pure long dicking, I could she her inner pussy lips dragging on the thick black shaft as he slowly pulled back. 

"I've never been fucked this good before", Dee said, "Please don't quit Ed. I'm yours all weekend. I will do all the work, you can just lay here, I can fuck you all weekend."

Again Dee started cuming. She rested her legs on Ed's shoulders and squeezed her own nipples. At this point she stared crying out about the "slow fucking from this big, black cock in me." Ed began, ever so slightly to quicken his pace. In 2 minutes time he was fucking her brains out. Absolutely pounding his dick into her, Dee was a steady stream of fuck words from her mouth and squirting liquid from her hot cunt.

Ed could not stop now if the room were on fire, he past the point. Moments later Dee's legs were around his waist pulling him into her as he shot a huge load of cream into her. Soon they motionless, and stayed that way for several minutes before he slid his finally softening dick from her and she may have cum again when de did that.

Ed called room service and ordered them some food. Dee told me to sit on the sofa and wait on the food while they napped. When it arrived they woke and enjoyed their 2 am snack.

After eating, Dee told me, "Go to the other bed room and go to sleep. I am going to sit on Ed's black cock for an hour or so. Then he and I are going to sleep till we wake up. Do not come back in here or go to the casino, lie in bed and try to sleep while I am fucking him."

I did as I was told and stared at the ceiling, even crying once, for what I had brought upon myself. Around 9 am I got out of bed showered, dressed and went down to eat breakfast. They spent the rest of the weekend gambling together, dancing, and fucking. Sunday evening was spent in Ed's room. Dee finally came to bed, by my side, late Sunday night. She gave me a quick blow job, and never said a word before drifting off to sleep in my arms.

We were home in our bed Monday night before she opened up and began to talk to me. Dee told me she loved me more than she ever has, and thanked me for setting the weekend up. She told me she was mine and that I could trust her as I always have. She then said once every two years the same thing was going to happen and next time she want me in on the act. Dee told me that Ed did not go out alone, he took two friends with him, in case it didn't work out with us, he would have someone to hang with. Dee explained, in great detail, how the three of them fucked her in Ed's room Sunday night. She said the other two were just barely larger than me in length, but one of them was pretty thick. Dee had three black dicks in her at one time that night. 

She was sore for the rest of the week. When we finally got to make love it was the best in years. 

Warning to all thinking of asking your wife to fuck another man, I thought I was ready; I still have not completely recovered. But I do love my wife, so...two years from now.



Payback



The party was going okay, most of the guests were yours not mine. I notice you're looking rather gorgeous tonight, gotta love these college parties. I could tell you were up to something though. Every time I embrace you, you keep your distance. Did I do something wrong? Nooo... I know your game.

A subtle brush of the shoulder, maybe even an innuendo here and there... I went into the kitchen for a second, happy to see that you followed. I leaned in for a small, innocent kiss and "Not now, we have guests!" you say with a smile. "You're killing me here, 'hun." I grunt in your ear, "That's the idea, stud." you say with a grin. "You're gonna pay for this," I promise as you walk back to the living room.

Thought it was funny, didn't you? Flirting with me like that... all fucking day long. The light, hidden kisses and quirky smiles. It was enough to drive me mad. Though it took a while, was that intentional? Hm? To make me wait for so long for so little? Very well then, allow me to make up for that...

~later that night... 

I've got to hand it to you, I didn't think you'd last this long. How long have we been at it anyway? I don't know and I don't care, all I care about right now is your tan, athletic body wrapped around mine as I slam your pelvis deeper and deeper into the bed sheets. 

Our bodies are moist and glisten in the dim light from all of the candles, the warm room carrying the scent of my wrath into your lovely pelvis. Your strong thighs squeeze tight around my carved midsection as the steady tempo of the headboard ramming against the bedroom wall hastens. How many orgasms are we at? No-matter, don't tell me, you need another reward for being who you are...

I love the fact that our eyes almost never close, I adore your body and you adore mine. With each thrust our friction builds, my back muscles are tightening and I feel your velvety fingers run down them gently.... then dig in tight and squeeze into my lower back. My God you are perfect... 

You could slice the passion in the air with a butter knife. My face scrunches up as your pussy clenches around me, my chest hanging over you like an ominous cloud. The tension mounts for both of us and I don't know how much longer I'll last, I'm going to break soon. 

I feel you pulling me closer and closer, and I pull you back. "Oh fuck yes..." you moan loudly, such a naughty girl... On and on we go, so much longer than you thought you could last. I can tell you're overjoyed with this and your moans increase. "Faster..oooohhhFUCK...harder!! ..faster!!!" you scream, your crystal voice faltering. How could I deny a request like that...

Finding energy deep within me I oblige, only hoping to meet your needs... The bed was reeeeeeally starting to creak now, would it break? I don't care, let it. My face leans closer and closer to yours, though I'm careful not to let up on your pussy. Our eyes pierce each other and our hearts both speed up. The end is coming... I pull and slam back in, harder and faster each time. 

Your voluptuous body arcs, flexed tight with passion. Your beautiful chest heaves high into the air, my mouth quickly attaches to your nipple, working your clit in junction... your gleaming form draws tighter and tighter as I sense the end nearing. 

Your teeth grit, fingers dig deeper into my back, your legs clutch me harder, your pussy pulses, I think you've deserved ANOTHER orgasm...

Your body couldn't be more perfect, but that's not what did it. What pushed me over the edge were your eyes, the look in your eyes as you pulled me into you, owning me, claiming me, keeping me. I want to be yours forever... and I cum.

Like a fire hydrant I blast, my muscles straining against and inside you, but I focus hard and I don't shut my eyes, never diverting them from your piercing stare. This keeps me cumming for I don't know how long, the world is a blur and all that exists is our connection. Somewhere in the midst of our thrashing torrent of sensation I hear you scream, I can't tell what but it sounds like my name. 

I try to scream, but it gets caught in my throat at the feel of your pussy gripping my cock like a fist. Our simultaneous explosion is unbelievable but very, very real. My body closes and scoops yours into mine, pressing as much of your moist, warm flesh against mine as possible as I erupt inside of you. And it's done.

Our bodies collapse, heavily breathing rag dolls in a small lake of our own sweat. Your sparkling eyes warm me up inside and we kiss. After a while I smile warmly and innocently ask...

"Was it good for you too?" 



Payback



Johnny couldn't believe the turn his night had just taken. It had started out like many other nights, but he knew that it would end very differently. For several months, he and his partner, Tom, had been in the business of providing entertainment at gay parties. They would typically spend most of the party dancing with the boys while wearing nearly nothing. Towards the end, they would have steaming hot sex while the partygoers looked on and often jerked off while watching them. Occasionally, they would even allow some of the boys to join in.

However, tonight was different. When Johnny and Tom arrived at the house, there was a girl amongst the partygoers. This was not too unusual. Gay boys occasionally invited their female friends to enjoy the festivities, but Johnny knew this girl. Years earlier, before he had come out of the closet, he had been in a relationship with her. He had known deep down that he was gay, but wasn't yet ready to accept it. After several months, she broke up with him. Even though he had accepted that he was gay, he still held a lot of resentment towards her.

She hadn't seen him enter. As soon as Johnny and Tom came into the house they were led into a back room to wait until the party started. As they waited in the room, the old feelings of anger and resentment swelled up inside of him, firing up his passion and pushing him to give into his most basic desires. He needed revenge. She didn't know that he was gay, but he knew that when she saw him engaging in flamboyantly gay debauchery, she would break down. She would know that what they had was a lie, that he never found her attractive, and that he didn't miss her in the least. He told Tom that tonight he was going to pull out all the stops. Tonight would be the sexiest, raunchiest, and most erotic show they had ever put on. Johnny was out to prove that he could please a man better than she could ever hope to.

Johnny and Tom got dressed. Johnny rubbed baby oil all over Tom's firm body until he shined, while Tom put on a leather thong. They heard the house music start, and there was a knock on the door. They were both turned on, and they held a long, passionate kiss. Johnny savored the taste of Tom's tongue as it slid over his, first on one side, then the other. Several seconds later, Tom was walking into the party, in step with the beat of the music. He went to the middle of the party room and made some gyrations while several of the lusting boys ran their hands along his chest, up his back, and through his thong.

Then it was Johnny's turn. He strutted into the crowd wearing a PVC maid uniform with a miniskirt that showed off his smoothly clean-shaven legs and white gloves running up past his elbows. The long strands of his wig bounced on his shoulders as he walked out. His high-heel boots clicked as he moved through the room. He caught a brief glimpse of his ex's face as he passed by. Her eyes were wider than he had ever seen, and she seemed unable to comprehend what was happening. He felt his dick start to grow hard, and began to realize how much of a turn-on revenge can be. His body quivered with the anticipation of how he was about to turn the knife.

He walked up to a boy of his liking and kissed him hard on the mouth immediately. He was giving himself completely to this sexy beast whose arms were wrapped around him. He felt the boy's hands running up and down his back, then over his smooth legs. The hands ran way up his legs until they were under his miniskirt, fingers creeping into the lace lingerie that Johnny was wearing under his costume. The hands moved to Johnny's thighs, slowly massaging him into a sexual frenzy. Suddenly, the hands slid up to Johnny's hips and raised his miniskirt, exposing Johnny's soft, pink ass cheeks to everyone in the room. A girlish feeling of being unwillingly exposed ignited a fire in Johnny, and he began grinding the front of his body against this irresistibly sexy man. He explored the man with his hands. He grasped the tight buttocks, felt the contours of a well-developed chest, then reached into this stranger's pants and felt around for his penis. Johnny gave him a handjob right there in front of everyone. The man started panting and heaving with pleasure as Johnny felt more hands reaching at him from behind. They were running over every imaginable place on his body. He felt hands running through the inside of his thighs, massaging his dick, and he could swear he even felt a finger poking into his tight asshole! Suddenly, his costume was pulled off and he was completely naked. He turned around to see that about half the men in the room were naked as well, and as his eyes feasted on the buffet of thick cocks, muscular chests, and tight asses, he lost his last ounce of self-control.

Johnny ripped the clothing off the man he was pleasing, and rubbed some lubricant all over his visibly throbbing dick. He grabbed another man's penis and led them both to the floor, where he got on all fours and presented himself. The first man got behind Johnny, ready to mount as Johnny took the second man's penis in his mouth and began giving him one of the most passionate blowjobs he'd ever given. Just before Johnny put his mouth on the twitching cock, he glanced around the room for his ex. He locked eyes with her for a second, and then started running his tongue along the cock with a passionate fury. He heard her begin to cry, but he didn't need to look up again. A wave of sinful pleasure ran through his body as he thought about the pain he was causing. It was the perfect complement to the delicious taste of sweaty man meat. He ran his tongue up and down the shaft, up and down, up and down until he couldn't wait any longer. He wet his lips, pressed them to the head, and began his descent down. It wasn't long before the man blew his load and Johnny gulped the salty spunk down and licked the man clean.

Meanwhile, his ass was being pounded viciously. Johnny loved the feel of a powerful man deep inside his sweet ass, hands on his waist, thrusting him backwards onto a meaty rod. He relished the rhythmic slapping as the man's pelvis repeatedly slammed into his ass, shoving him forward again. Occasionally one of hands on his waist would release its powerful hold and slap him on the ass. He loved the feeling of being completely under another man's control, and he had the added pleasure knowing that his ex had to watch him be the helpless girl he had always been inside.

Soon, the pounding stopped and Johnny felt one giant thrust as the penis was thrust farther into Johnny's ass than he had ever felt before. A second later, he felt it pulsate inside him as the warmth of steaming hot cum spread within him. But he was not even close to being done. Johnny was enjoying himself so much that he decided to finish off the entire room of about thirty men. With each man that came inside him, Johnny felt more and more like a little girl, and he loved the feeling. His thirst for cum was insatiable. He drank every load blown into his mouth. He held all the spunk pumped into his ass. At some points he had two penises inside his mouth at once while men lined up behind him to take a ride in his hairless ass. He was covered in a thin layer of sweat from all the unbridled sex he was having. Then something new started to happen.

Men who had already fucked him were jerking off, and blowing their second loads all over his body. By the time Johnny had finished off every man in the room, he was drenched from head to toe. His body was filled and covered with other men's semen. He loved everything about it. He loved the feel, the taste, and the smell of spunk mixed with the intoxicating scent of horny men. He spotted Tom standing amongst the crowd, and he saw that Tom was more turned on than Johnny had ever seen. Tom got on the floor with Johnny, and they started kissing and groping each other as they rolled over and over in a passionate embrace until Tom was just as drenched as Johnny. Tom moved Johnny into position and started pumping his ass in a way he had never done before. It wasn't long before Tom blew his load, which filled Johnny up, forcing spunk to pour out his asshole. At this point, Johnny had a hair trigger. They lay down on the floor together, and after only a few seconds of Tom's running his strong hand up and down Johnny's long penis shaft, he blew a load that flew up into the air and rained down on both of them as a few of the boys continued to spray their second loads over them both.

Johnny had never experienced anything like this, and to think that it all started with a simple act of vengeance! He looked around and saw that his ex was gone. She had gotten so upset that she had to leave in a hysterical fit. Johnny's plan had worked perfectly and it had turned out to be the most erotic night of his life. Smiling, he lay down on Tom and gave him a long, passionate kiss.



Payback



It had only been a fleeting moment; perhaps a minute of pure joy when all doubts about my bisexuality had been sucked out of me. It had been a carefree night, myself, Rob and Dan just fooling around, drinking vodka, laughing, planning all sort of improbable escapades.

It was about midnight and Dan asked us if we were hungry. He scampered off to the kitchen in his tiny flat to rustle something up, leaving Rob and me half watching the TV. Rob's head suddenly dropped limply on my lap, and I thought he'd fallen asleep, victim of the excessive cheap vodka.

His hand rubbing heavily on my dick through my jeans alerted me to the fact he was very much awake. I was shocked, too shocked to resist, and deeply embarrassed when my dick promptly stood to attention. I felt it scrape past the metal fastener as Rob unzipped me and applied what little coaxing it needed to make its way coyly out of my flies.

I wanted to move away, frightened Dan would walk in any minute and that my secret desires would be exposed, but I simply couldn't. Transfixed, I took a deep intake of breath as Rob applied first his tongue, then his lips, to my throbbing glans.

He plunged his head down, taking my penis almost fully in his mouth, and proceeded to apply himself with vigour to the job in hand. It was only my third blow-job ever, the other times with women, but this was by far the most erotic.

Within barely thirty seconds I knew I had to shoot my load, and the slamming of cupboard doors in the kitchen indicated that Dan couldn't be far from making a reappearance. Rob worked furiously to bring me to climax and, as Dan's footsteps could be heard coming up the corridor, I groaned silently as my cum filled Rob's mouth in four or five ecstatic muscular spasms.

I was still trying to press my still-erect prick back into my pants, while Rob wiped my cum off his lips with the back of his hand, as Dan stepped back into the room with some cheese and crackers. His knowing look indicated that he realised we'd been up to something, but he said nothing.

He never did: not once down the years. It was all over so quickly, yet the memory of it all has stuck in my mind all this time as if it was yesterday. I've never forgotten it, and even now whenever I meet Rob I feel that hard bulge in my crotch.

And here I am, sitting on his sofa in his comfortable house, waiting for him to brew up some coffee for us. I've accepted his invitation to get together to write up that film we always talked about, one of those impossible dreams we chatted about that night before it got steamy. 

Both of us are now married, but his better half has gone away on business for a couple of days. An opportunity to see if we can resurrect those old plans, says Rob. I instantly agreed. A film script would be an enjoyable project.

But I've also brought along a tube of lubrication and a pack of condoms, bought in the supermarket on the way here. Well, we can all dream, can't we? I could feel myself blushing to the brow as I paid for them. What would my wife think?

I hear Rob humming to himself as he makes his way back from the kitchen somewhere behind this sofa, yet I smell no coffee. Suddenly he appears directly in front of me, stripped bare, and with a huge erection twitching barely a yard away from my face.

I'd never indulged in any gay action save for that one occasion, unless you count that time I masturbated that Arab stud into an explosive climax during that solo foray into North Africa. I'd baulked from taking up his offer to accompany me to my room that time, largely because I thought he'd ask me for money. 

But there was no doubt I'd always been interested, bought mags, watched videos and DVDs, and even watched a live gay sex show in Budapest once where these two guys really went at it hammer and tongs right in front of my table. One of them had even wiggled his ass against my bulging crotch as he left the seedy little dimly-lit room. 

And here was I now about to indulge in my own sex act with Rob, the man I'd visualised as I wanked myself senseless so many times down the years. I'd always wondered what it felt like to have a penis in my mouth, and how it tasted. There was no way I was going to turn down this opportunity. Not with Rob.

He takes a step nearer, and whispers: "Now it's your turn".

I grab his buttocks and pull him towards me. His glans twitches and hovers over my trembling lips, and then Rob slowly slides his meat deep into my mouth. I close my lips tight and try to caress his prick with my tongue as it makes its way towards my throat. 

In my ecstasy I forget to note what it tastes like: but it feels like heaven. He pumps slowly, then quickly, then slowly, at my hungry mouth. He lasts so much longer than I recall I did with him. But who cares?

His sudden frantic lunging tells me he's approaching his climax. He judders and lets out a low groan, and I feel my mouth filling with his hot creamy cum.

Fearing I'll upset him if I gag, I decide to swallow it as quickly as I can. He releases a satisfied "aahh" as he withdraws his dick, the last dribble of his cum linking between my lips and his glans before snapping in two and dangling down my chin.

"Swallowed it, eh," he murmurs. "How professional."

Like a schoolboy, I'm delighted at this praise. I hear a soft electronic purring, and Rob produces a plastic vibrator from somewhere. He orders me to undress, which I do without a murmur. He pushes my chest and makes me lie down on the sofa, lifting my legs high in the air. I hand him the lubricant and condoms.

"I'll just get you ready with this first," he says in that sexy tone of his, applying lubricant to the vibrator's quaking length.

As Rob guides that quivering piece of plastic into my anus, I think to myself: "so dreams do come true."



Payback



I was moving in with my brother and his family for six months. The company I worked for was opening a new office near where my brother lived. He only lived a short drive out in the country from where I would be working. When he found out that I would be living in town for six months he offered to have me stay with them. This presented me an opportunity I had been looking for a long time.

Tom, Jan, and daughter Jill lived out in the country in a big old farmhouse that had been renovated. There wasn't any question of there being enough room for me. The house was two stories with the second floor opening at ground level on the front and the lower floor opening ground level on the back. 

I had the lower floor mostly to myself. The only room other than my bedroom and bath was the big playroom. The playroom wasn't used that often so I was basically alone down there.

Since my company was paying for my room I was happy to help Tom and them out with my share of expenses. 

Tom was a year older than me, which made him thirty-eight. Jan was my age and Jill had just turned eighteen. I hadn't seen Jill for at least two years. I remember she had showed a lot of promise of being nearly as beautiful as her mother. I thought Jan was the second most beautiful girl I had ever known other than Linda, my wife.

Actually she was soon to be my ex-wife. The divorce papers should follow me by mail within a week. 

Linda was beautiful. Everybody thought so, even her. I thought she had the most perfectly shaped breasts I had ever seen. I think it was her tits that I proposed to in the first place. We had been married ten years when I found out that several other men thought they were perfect also. 

She swore that she had only been unfaithful that one time. I agreed to take her back. It wasn't long before she was back to her old tricks. I came home early one day and she was in bed with the black pool boy. I watched long enough to know that this sure wasn't her first time with him. 

Taking my shotgun from the closet I pushed open the bedroom door just as he was unloading a load of cum in my wife. One look at the shot gun and he went out the window as naked as the day he was born. Cum was shooting from his dick as he cleared the windowsill.

I turned to Linda who was trying to hide in a corner. I think she thought I was going to kill her. Hell, I had not even loaded the gun. "Pack and get the hell out. If you hurry you can catch your fucking lover. Don't ever come back. Let me know were to ship your clothes and I will ship them to you."

That was the last time I saw her. I had only talked to her once when she called to tell where to ship her stuff. That conversation ended in a shouting match. At least she agreed to the divorce and it would soon be final. 

It was about lunch when I got to their home. Tom was at work and Jill was at school. She was attending the local Jr. College for the first couple of years. I didn't know that it was punishment for her until later.

Jan helped me move my stuff in. At thirty-eight she was still a beautiful woman. Nothing about her sagged. Her body looked just as firm as she had when she and Tom married. I had never cheated on Linda but that had not stopped me from looking at other women. Jan was one I enjoyed looking at.

I spent the afternoon straighten up the bedroom. I got my computer hooked up, as I would be doing a lot of work at home for the first couple of months. I would only go to the job site a few times a week. Also it was my nightly companion now that Linda was no longer in the picture. I had a selected group of porno sites that I visited quite regularly.

Working around Jan all afternoon caused me to renew thoughts I have had about my sister for a long time. She wore a pair of loose-legged shorts and a pull over top. She wore a bra under it but her breasts were high and round. I thought about how it would be to get a taste of them on my tongue. I had to stop the way I was thinking. My erection was about to show.

Jan and I were in the kitchen when Jill came home from school. She came through the kitchen door with a sullen look on her face. She had really changed in the two years since I had last seen her. She was as well developed as her mother. Her tits were just as high and firm. It was easy to tell since a lot of them were hanging out of the top she had on. 

The top was skintight and only the nipples were hidden. Her skirt didn't cover her ass. If she bent over at all someone was going to get an eye full. Her legs that were uncovered were long and shapely. In other words she was one sexy bundle of teenager.

That was where the good parts stopped. She had a sullen look on her face and her greeting was anything but warm to me. She didn't even bother to speak to her mother before she was out of the room and slamming the door to her bedroom behind her.

Jan spoke, "Sorry about that Frank."

"What is going on with her? I know we haven't been all that close while she was growing up but if I am causing a problem by being here I can move to another apartment."

"It's not you. She has been this way for nearly two years. I think she is on drugs even though I have never found any. Tom caught her in the back seat of the car with her boyfriend doing you know what. Tom nearly killed the boy and grounded her for life. He even made her go to the Jr. College her in town before he would let her go away to college."

"She does everything she can do to make us mad. Tom is just about to climb the walls. You saw the way she was dressed. If you think that is bad you should see some of the other stuff. She just may decide to walk in here naked with you and Tom in the room. The girl has no shame."

"If she is looking for trouble she want have much trouble finding it with a body like that. She reminds me of you at that age. If I remember right you managed to show a lot of cleavage back then."

Her face turned red. "Shame on you for bringing that up. That was years ago. I am an old married woman now."

"An old married woman that can still turn a lot of heads walking down the street. I bet that is why Tom moved out here in the country to keep the men from knocking down your door while he was at work."

She was blushing but I could see a new lift to her body. What woman doesn't like to be told she is attractive? "Frank, you are full of it."

I went down stairs to clean up before Tom got home. I had on my boxers and was just putting on my pants when the door opened. Jill came walking into the room. "Don't you know how to knock?"

The sullen look was gone from her face now that her mother wasn't around. She still had on the same top and dress she wore to school. I didn't know you could dress like that in College. "I know how to knock. I just wanted to see if you were naked in here."

"If you had been a minute quicker I would have been." I was pulling my shirt over my head.

"Next time I will have to be quicker."

"Next time I will have to lock the door." She came on in the room and pushed the door closed behind her. "You might want to open that door. Your mother might not like the idea of you in my bedroom with the door shut."

She had moved closer to me as I talked until she was standing within an arms length from me. It was hard not to look down at the twin mounds so excellently displayed. She caught me looking. I am sure that she had this happen every day and wasn't bothered by it at all. 

"Like what you see?"

She was trying to shock me and I wasn't going to fall for that. "Sure, very nice. I bet more than one guy had a good look at them today. You are kind of proud of them aren't you?"

I could tell that this set her back. Adults had dared not mention her breasts being exposed before. I decided to push it even farther. She might run tell her father or mother but I felt I was on pretty safe ground. "Pull the top off and let me see all of them."

"What!" She backed up a little.

I took a step forward. "Let me see them. They are almost out in the open now anyway. It has been a long time since I saw teenage tits." I reached out and let my hand fall across her tits. At my touch she jumped back.

"What are you doing?"

"You walk in the room with your tits hanging out and your dress doesn't even cover your ass and you tell me you want to see me naked. Well, I want to see your tits uncovered. Here I will strip off my pants and shirt and let you see me naked and you do the same thing." 



I reached for my shirt and pulled it off before reaching for my pants. I don't know if I would have done it or not but she did what I thought she would do; she ran from the room. I laughed. I don't think she will be walking around the house naked for a while. The girl had problem and good looks wasn't one of them. I found myself imagining what she would have looked like naked.

Dinner had been ready a long time before Tom got home. Jan I had been talking and Jill was still in her room. I had seen Jan glance at the clock several times. "Does Tom have to work this late much?"

"He didn't always work like this. I think it has more to do with Jill than work. You can never tell what she is going to do and I think Tom is staying away as long as he can so he doesn't have to confront her. It is usually one argument after another when they are together."

"Looks like you are the one that is caught in the middle."

"Mostly she just ignores me. Tom is doing that more often than not."

"He must be a fool to ignore you." I could see the hurt in her eyes. "If you like I'll be glad to not ignore you." I was laughing and she took it as a joke which was the way I meant it when I said it but as soon as the words were out of my mouth I knew that it was more truth than I intended."

"At least it is good to have a man in the house with a sense of humor. Tom hasn't laughed in a long time. I am about ready to put Jill out of the house myself."

Tom finally showed up. We set down to dinner. Jan walked to the door and called Jill to come eat. She didn't answer and didn't come. I could see Tom getting mad and I didn't want to be in the middle of a family fight. "Why don't I go get her, she probably didn't hear you." I was up and off before they could protest.

Jill's room was on the other end of the house away from all the others. At her door I stopped and considered knocking but decided that wasn't going to work. I turned the knob and the door opened. I walked in and shut the door behind me. 

The door shutting attracted Jill's attention. She was setting at her computer down loading music to her I pod. The most interesting point was she didn't have on anything but her panties. 

"Dam Uncle Frank, don't you know how to knock." She was scrambling around trying to find a top to slip on.

"I thought you and I didn't have to knock when we went into each others rooms. I seem to remember that you came barging into mine earlier today. Anyway your tits do look nice. Let me feel them."

"No! Get out of my room or I will tell daddy."

"He wouldn't believe you anyway. From what your mother tells me you haven't been the most respectful daughter lately. We are going to have a lot of fun while I am here. I might even suck on your tits for you if you behave yourself."

She had the top on and her face was red. I knew she had never been talked to like that before. "Now that you are dressed come on down and eat with us."

"I don't want anything to eat."

"Come on anyway. I might just feel you up under the table while we eat. I bet you would like that." I pushed her out the door ahead of me. Tom and Jan were surprised when she came in with me.

"She was downloading music and didn't hear you call." Every one at the table knew I was lying but the four of us were eating together. 

What conversation there was, was between Jan and me. Tom would chime in once in a while but mostly he eat and didn't look at Jill at all. I don't know why, she was very nice to look at. The top covered her tits a lot better than the one she wore to school and the shorts left her tan legs bare but they covered more than the dress she had on earlier.

I could tell that Jan was embarrassed by the way Tom was acting. I don't know just what made me do it but I slipped off my shoes and reached over to where Jan was on my right. I touched her leg just above her ankle. She jumped slightly and a look of surprised came over her face a second before she recovered and moved away from me. I was talking to Tom and acted like I didn't know what was going on. 

I was enjoying this. The other shoe came off and I did the same thing to Jill. She didn't jump like her mother so I guess she was expecting something from what I had said earlier.

She didn't pull away until my foot was above her knee. She had not closed her legs until I got to that point. Her face was red and she was trying to act like it was old business for her to be touched at the dinner table. She had to move. She got up to get a glass of tea. I put my foot back on the floor. I was really enjoying this.

When Jill set back down I moved my foot over towards her. I couldn't feel her legs and I look at her and she was grinning. Her feet were on the opposite side of her chair from me. She was really beautiful when she smiled.

Dinner was finished and Jill went back to her room. Jan cleaned off the table and put the dishes in the sink. "I'll wash them later." She set back down with Tom and Me. The conversation was much better with Jill back in her room. 

Tom and I had always been close as we grew up. They asked about my job. All the little small talk people do when they haven't seen each other in a long time. I just had to see what Jan would do if I touched her leg again.

I slid my foot across and touched her leg again. I could feel her tense up but she didn't bolt and run. As we talked I worked my leg up to her knees and back time after time. I would have tried to go higher but I would have fallen out of my chair. Jan never let on that I was flirting with her.

It was late and Tom had to work the next day. He went on to bed while I stayed to help Jan with the dishes. "Frank, you don't have to do this."

"I know but I want to help. I don't want to be a burden while I am here." I knew she was a little nervous about me touching her before, and now that Tom was gone what I might try now. I wasn't going to let her off easy.

I washed and she dried. She knew where everything went. She had been quite until we were about through. "What was that you were doing at the table?"

I grinned; you looked like you weren't having much fun. I was just teasing you."

"Teasing?"

"You are such a sexy woman that I hated to see you so unhappy. Did my foot make you happy?"

"Frank, you must be crazy. Tom would shoot you if he knew you were flirting with me."

"You had fun though, didn't you?"

Her face was turning red. "It has been ages since anyone took a chance like that with me. It was fun."

She was finishing up at the sink and I walked up behind her. I put my arms around her and drew her back against my body. My arms were crossed just below her breasts. I could feel the fullness of them on my forearms. She tried to turn away but I was holding her tight. She didn't put up much of a fight.

My breath was on her neck and I leaned down and kissed her under her ear. I could feel her tremble at the touch of my lips. "I have six months to flirt with you unless you tell me to stop.

She laid her head to the side as my lips went back to her neck. "It is good to be treated like a woman, but I love Tom. I guess a little flirting wouldn't be too bad. Just be careful around Tom and Jill."

I turned her face to me and kissed her lips. No tongue, just a gentle kiss that lasted much longer than was appropriate between brother and sister-in–law. I finally pulled back and released her. She was breathing heavy.

"Frank, that was more than flirting."

Not wanting to push my luck I backed away. "That was serious flirting." I was laughing and soon she started smiling. I could see that it had the right effect on her. Even through her bra I could see her nipples hardening. I was going to enjoy the next six months with Mother and daughter to flirt with. If anything more came of it that would just be that much better.

The next day Jill was at school and Tom at work. I had gone in early to check on the construction. Building the building wasn't my department but I had to stay up on the progress. I had to hire the employees and have them trained by the time we were ready to open. I was back at Tom's by mid-morning.

I could have hung around the site but I had much rather be here at home with Jan alone. I just might manage to get in a little more flirting with just the two of us here.

I was in my room working on my daily report when I heard the patio door open and close. I went to my door and opened it. I saw Jan as she left the patio for the pool. 

The pool had been part of the renovation to the old house. It had been done when Jill was just a young child. Now it was mostly Jan that took advantage of it.

I walked to my window just in time to see Jan dive from the edge of the pool. I watched as she swam lap after lap. Now I knew why she was in such good shape. The suit she had on was a black one piece that fit her body perfectly. Her tan body and blond shoulder length hair made quite a sight. 

Very few women wear one piece suits anymore unless they are up in years. Jan certainly isn't up in years but it really looked sexy on her. Anything would have looked sexy on her.

I watched while she swam. I didn't want to interfere with her morning work out. When I thought it was about time for her to stop I went out to join her. 

I stood by the pool and waited until she finished. I knew she knew I was there but she didn't say anything until she finished and stood up in the shallow end of the pool. "What took you so long to come out?"

"I didn't want to bother you while you were swimming your laps. Besides I had to finish my work."

I was lying and she knew I was lying. "You didn't get much done standing at the window."

"You caught me. The view outside was much better than anything I might have on my computer."

"I don't know about that. I have seen some of the sites Tom has been on before."

"The only reason Tom looks at those women is to see he has much better at home. He really has two much better at home. Jill is the spiting image of you."

"Thank you for the compliments. I have heard people talk about how pretty Jill is. It is nice to be considered in the same company. I just wish she would get her life straight."

"I wouldn't worry too much about her. It is a phase she is going through. She resents being told what to do and Tom beating the hell out of her boyfriend didn't help any."

"I have never seen Tom so mad. He still has a fit when she has a date, which are few and very far between since that night."

" Tom might just be a little jealous of her boyfriends? I mean he has both of you to himself all these years and suddenly he finds his daughter in the back seat of a boy's car, doing what I suppose was the no no. His little girl has just grown up right in front of his eyes."

"I know he had noticed the change in her as she grew older. He commented more than once how she was growing up to fast. We were fairly free with our dress around home. We didn't go around naked but it wasn't unusual to see each other in panties and bra or Tom in his boxers."

"Maybe seeing her with that boy caught his attention. The boy had seen more of her and got closer to Jill than he had ever been. He might have been jealous of him for that. Now that Jill walks around in all state of undress she just adds fuel to the fire. Maybe he has feelings for her that go beyond those a father has for a daughter? His temper might be his way of denying the attraction between them?"




Payback



"I think you are way off base. He has never made any move towards her like that."

"I probably am, but it wouldn't be the first time a father got jealous of his daughters boy friend."

I could tell she was thinking about what I had said. The more I talked the more it started to make sense to me. 

Jan walked up the steps from the pool she was headed towards the lounge where she had tossed her towel. I reached for the towel and when she put out her hand for it I held it back. "Turn around and I will dry your back."

"I can do it myself."

"Sure you can but it want be as much fun."

"Are you flirting with me again?" She was smiling as she turned her back to me.

"Maybe, if you like it." I started at her shoulders. I worked my way down her arms and then down her back to her waist. The back of the suit was very low cut and went down below her waist. There weren't any tan marks on her back. Either she wore this suit all the time or she had been sunning topless.

At her waist I expected her to stop me but she just stood with her legs slightly spread. Not hearing any word to stop I dropped to my knees and let the towel slip over her hips and down her legs. My hand was only a fraction of an inch away from her honey hole and she wasn't stopping me. I wondered who was teasing whom?

I could almost feel the heat coming from her body as I dried between her legs. I didn't have the nerve to dry her cunt so I moved on down to her feet. I could tell she was breathing faster as I dried her body. My cock was hard as a rock by this time. This was my brother's wife and I wanted to take her to bed. I wondered just how far she would let me go."

I stood back up and turned her to me. She was short and only came up to my shoulders. I looked down to see her meeting me eye to eye. The blue in her eyes was shining like the clear sky. She was a beautiful woman. Any man in his right mind would have killed to be in my place.

I took the towel and dried her blond hair. I had to reach around her to get all of it. The movement brought us closer together. I could see the rise and fall of her breasts. I wiped her face and neck then moved lower. Her hands were by her side as I moved the towel lower.

The straps that held the suit up were narrow. I lowered the towel and covered her breasts as I slid the straps from her shoulders. I pushed the top down and dried her breasts. The top was down around her waist and I still had not seen her naked breasts. The towel kept them covered. Her eyes had never left my face and I could see the excitement in her eyes. 

She reached up and caught my hand in hers. "Frank, you need to stop. The teasing has gone too far."

"The teasing stopped last night when I kissed you. I am very serious about you now." I leaned forward and kissed her. Again the kiss was very gentle. I didn't want to spook her and have her run into the house. Never in my dreams had I thought I would ever get this far with her.

She pulled away slightly but I followed her. I dropped the towel and wrapped my arms around her and pulled her to me. The towel had dropped to the pool deck and her naked tits were burning a hole through the thin shirt I had on.

For several seconds she resisted. Then her arms came up around my neck and her mouth opened to my tongue. It is said that forbidden sex is the best. I know that I have never felt like I did when she kissed me back. The kiss lasted on and on as we moved to press our bodies even closer together.

I couldn't take it any longer. I pulled back as she held on. I picked her up in my arms and carried her into my bedroom. Our mouths found each other's again and the kiss only served to heat us up farther.

I lay her down on the bed. For the first time I got a full look at her wonderful breast. Even on her back they stood high and firm. I leaned down and kissed first one and then the other as I reached for the rest of her suit. Any doubt I might have had that she would call a halt to this went away as she raised her hips so I could strip the suit down her legs. 

I watched as her blond pussy came into view. It was in direct contrast to Linda's brown cunt. The hair was so fine that the opening to her body was clearly seen. The juice coming from her had her more than ready for me. More foreplay wasn't needed right then.

I stood up and pulled my shirt over my head. My hands went to my belt and soon my pants were down around my ankles. I stepped out of them and pushed my shorts down and off. My cock was hard and it sprang up as soon as my shorts released it. I looked up to see her staring at me. The look in her eyes matched the ones in mine when I first saw her naked. There wasn't going to be any stopping on either one of our parts now. 

I moved over her and she opened to me. I pushed forward and my cock made contact with her pussy. I was about to reach down and guide it home when she took matters into her own hand. 

Her hand was hot but gentle as she took me in her hand. She didn't waste any time she moved the head to her opening and lifted her hips to me. I pushed and the head slipped into her hot wet cunt. I felt every inch of her cunt as I pushed deep into her. I didn't stop until there wasn't any more to give her. 

Once I was in, her hands reached around me and her legs wrapped around my hips. We were as close as two people could be. "Frank, make love to me. Don't just fuck me and get it over. Love me over and over. It has been to long since Tom did anything much at all, and then it was over as soon as it began."

I did my best to carry out all her wishes. I too didn't want to do it fast and be through. I had thought often about having her just this way, but didn't believe it would ever happen. "Just tell me what you like.'

Jan wasn't one of those women that just layback and let the man do all the work. She knew what she wanted and she was very vocal about telling me. I was deep in her and was pulling back to work my cock in her wet cunt. "No Frank, Don't move. Push deep and hold it there."

I did as she asked and with both of us still I could feel her hot pussy squeezing my cock. "Oh yes Frank, I like this. I can feel all of you touching me everywhere. I could lay here like this forever."

"Hey, I'm not complaining. I have wanted to be right here for a long time. I don't care if I never stop."

"I never knew you wanted to get in bed with me before."

"If you had known would you have did it?"

"Not then but now that the trouble with Jill has caused such a problem with Tom I wanted to feel you in me. Last night when you kissed me I wanted you then. I like your weight on me and you are filling me up quite nicely.'

I leaned forward and kissed her lips. She returned my kiss with more excitement than I have had in a long time. She liked being kissed and it showed. I could feel her cunt quivering around my cock. I still hadn't moved since she asked me to stop. I could stay like this a long time.

I kissed her neck and breast. Each breast was sucked and pulled as my tongue swept over them. It was only when I kissed her neck than I found her hot spot. She let out a sigh as I kissed her under her ear. When I ran my tongue around her ear she climaxed. I could feel the rippling effect through the walls of her pussy as she let the feeling just roll through her body. We were still buried tightly together when she finished.

"That's the first time I ever had that to happen and not even be moving. I like this slow making love Frank. You didn't get much out of that but I promise to make it up to you."

"You don't see me complaining do you? I felt it as much as you did." 

"You can move a little now but still very slow."

I was glad to move. It was almost more than I could stand just buried deep in her hot pussy. I was about to have my own climax and I wanted her to cum again with me.

I pulled out an inch or two and pushed back in. Each time she would let out a moan of contentment. I knew she liked what I was doing. I forced myself to keep moving slow. Even when she had her second climax I managed to hold back until she recovered again.

"Fuck Frank, but that really feels good. I haven't gone twice in a long time. Now you can fuck me faster. I like it fast also but today I just wanted to be loved very slowly. Now it is your turn to cum. I want make it again but I want you to enjoy it like I have. I want to feel you unload deep in me. I want your hot seed in my body."

I have never had another woman talk to me while I was fucking her like Jan. It was quite a turn on for me. I picked up speed and with that I pulled farther out and fucked back with long full strokes. 

I could tell that I wasn't going to last long. I had been in her pussy for over half an hour and I had to have some relief. 

I had reached the point of no return. I pushed deep in her as I could go and stopped. "Here it comes." That was all I had time for as cum poured from my cock into open body. Her arms were pulling me tight to her and her legs were over my hips holding me right where she wanted me to be.

I let out a yell as my climax hit me. I could feel each shot as it left my cock and splattered in her pussy. I felt something else. She was cumin again as I unloaded in her. As she was reaching her peak I pulled back and drove deep in her a few strokes. This was all it took. She was having her third climax of the day. "OH FUCK, FUCK, FUCK MEEEEE."

I didn't have much left to work with but I fucked her fast and furious for about another minute. Her climax was followed by other smaller ones as her arms and legs fell to the side. She was finished for the day and so was I. I collapsed on her. I did my best to keep my weight off her. I made a move to get off but she stopped me. "No Frank. Not yet. I need to feel you in me as long as I can."

I had never fucked anyone including my wife like I did Jan. I also had never had anyone that liked it like her. Tom was a lucky man, he had just better wake up and see what he was losing if he didn't straighten up. I had no illusions about there ever being any more between Jan and me that we had right now. We had sex, the best sex we had ever had, but that was all it would ever be for us. I just hoped that there would be a lot more of that. I finally rolled away completely exhausted.

When I woke a couple of hours later I was alone. Looking at the clock I saw that it wouldn't be long before Jill came in from school. I wonder how long Jan had stayed before she left me.

After a shower I dressed and went upstairs. Jan was in the kitchen getting dinner on the table. She had showered and dressed and looked like she could go another round already. Just looking at her made me wish I were able to go another round with her.

She smiled at me when I came in. It was a relief to know that she didn't seem upset by the afternoon activities. Her back was to me as she worked at the counter. I moved behind her and wrapped my arms around her. She leaned back into my arms as she turned her head to except my kiss on her lips. 

The kiss was like we had been doing it all out lives. Her breasts felt natural as I cupped them in the palm of my hands. They were firm to my touch and I remembered how they had felt and tasted a short while ago. 

I broke the kiss but still held her tight against me. "This afternoon was better than I had ever dreamed it would be."

She turned to look at me. "It was for me too. I know I should feel awful for cheating on Tom, and with his own brother but I don't. You were just what I needed today."

"I hope you will need me just as much tomorrow and the day after that and the day after that."

"Frank, we have to be careful. Jill and Tom must never know about us."

"I am not going and tell them."

"I know but the look in your eyes might give us away. Like right now, you look like you want to take me back to bed."

"I want to take you back to bed but not right now. I have never been so out of it after sex as you made me. I can't wait until tomorrow."

"You will have too."

"Just a figure of speech. I couldn't get it up again if I had too." Her hand moved down to find my soft cock and gave it a squeeze.

"Looks you will behave tonight at the table." 

We heard Jill coming up the drive and moved apart. When she came in the house Jan was cooking and I was setting at the table going over the day's paper.



Jill didn't seem to be quite as sullen as the day before but she still wasn't the light of the world either. She did manage to speak to me and at least nod to her mother before leaving for her room.

Jan spoke up. "This must be one of her good days; she didn't slam her bedroom door."

"I must be having a good effect on the women in this house."

She smiled back at me. "One of us anyway."



Tom actually came home on time that night. Dinner was on the table and once again Jan called Jill to come eat and she didn't show up. I got up from the table. "Let me go jar her away from the computer. That girl can't hear it thunder." I knew that both of them knew Jill had heard Jan but she was use to having her way and just wanted to bug them.

I didn't bother to knock at Jill's door. It wasn't locked and I turned the knob and walked on in. Just like the day before she only had on her panties. After seeming Jan's marvelous breasts all day Jill's looked to be about the same size, only a little higher and even more firm than Jan's. Of course most eighteen-year-old breasts are firmer than a woman nearly forty.

Jill was lying back on the bed with only her panties on. I could see the indention of her pussy lips through the thin material. "Can't you knock before you come in?"

"Why knock? You knew I would be coming for you when you didn't come when your mother called. Get up and get dressed and come eat."

"I don't want anything to eat. I am staying here."

I looked down at her almost naked body. If her mother had not completely worn me out I would loved to have climbed on and fucked the young girl. She was sure old enough and certainly pretty enough to make me want to fuck her. I was pretty sure I was going to do just that before I left here. 

I walked over to the side of the bed. She hadn't made any attempt to cover her self. She wanted to see if she could upset me like she did her father. "Your tits are looking good tonight. Pull your panties off and let me see what you have down there." I set down on the edge of the bed and reached over and rubbed the nipple of one tit. She hadn't expected me to touch her and she rolled away and got out of bed on the other side.

"Now get dressed or I am going to pull your panties down and spank your naked ass. It is time you started acting like someone your age should act."

She didn't move and I moved around the bed and caught her hand as she tried to jump back across the bed. I snatched her back to me. My arms went around her and both hands found her naked young tits. She tried to pull away but that only made me hold her tits tighter. The more she struggled the more I played with her tits.

"Stop Uncle Frank! I'll get dressed."

I turned her loose and set down on the edge of the bed and watched her pull a blouse and shorts out of her closet. "You could at least leave the room while I dress."

"Hey, I like what I see and what I felt. I am going to like fucking you even more." I watched until she was dressed and she left the room in front of me. I gave her cute ass a pat as she went out the door. She didn't say anything but she did move faster. I watched her ass and wondered if she would ever fuck as good as her mother. I was just the one to find out.

Dinner went better that night than before. I didn't bother to explain why it had taken so long to get her to the table.

After dinner while we were having desert I tried my trick with my toes on both Jan and Jill. Unlike the night before neither one put up much resistance. This was starting to be fun. Tom didn't have any idea he had two hot women living in the same house with him.

The rest of the week went mostly the same as the first day. Jan and I spent a lot of time exploring each others bodies. This always ended up with the hottest sex I have ever had. I could certainly get use to this everyday. I was glad that I still had several weeks before I had to go in to work every day.

I had not had to go get Jill to dinner again. She came when Jan called. She still wasn't the life of the party but it was a big improvement from when I first came.

The first weekend I was there Tom and I went out Saturday morning for a round of golf. He was once a very good golfer but he had not played regularly in a long time. I never was very good but I like to hit and chase the little white ball as long as I had a cart. The game gave us a time alone to talk.

"I can't help but notice you are having a problem with Jill." I knew what Jan had told me but I wanted to give him a reason to talk.

"Yea, she has been hell to live with for about two years."

"What happened?"

"I caught her in the back seat of her boyfriend's car and I almost beat the hell out of him. She hasn't let me forget it since."

"I remember you being in the back seat of cars with a few different girls when you were younger."

"I know I over reacted, but seeing that bare skinny ass between my little girl's legs made me go crazy. I can still see them each time I think about it."

"Tom, it was two years ago. You need to forget it. No harm was done. You never worried about how the girl felt when you had her in the back seat of Pops car."

"You don't know it all. Sometimes Jill will walk right in the room where I am without anything on. She just does it to make me mad. The bad part of it is that it works. I end up threaten her again. Then I take it out on Jan."

"Seems to me like you better be taking better care of your home work with Jan."

"I know I can be a bastard sometimes and I don't know how Jan puts up with me."

"You idiot, she loves you. Why else would she put up with the way you are acting?"

"I know but when ever I try to make love to her I see Jill in that back seat and I can't perform." Now I knew why Jan was so sex starved when I came. It was my lucky break to be the one to help her out.

"Have you ever thought that it might be that you are jealous of the boy for being with Jill?'

"Jealous? She is my daughter not the girl down the street."

"She just happens to be full grown and just about as pretty as her mother. Any man would like to think about going to bed with her. What makes you think you wouldn't have the same thoughts other men have when you look at her? She walks around nearly naked most of the time and naked some of the time. It doesn't make you evil to look at her."

"I do have those thoughts some times and I am afraid that Jan might find out."

"I don't think Jan would be nearly as shocked if you had thoughts about Jill as you think. She is not a fool. She knows that Jill is young and sexy and all men would like to try her on for size. I think if you would just quit letting Jill get the upper hand that things would soon smooth out."

"How do you suggest I do that?"

"Act like it doesn't bother you when she comes out nearly naked. Commit on her tits and how good they look and pat her ass when she comes by. I think the shock would start making her behave. Act like another man would. She wouldn't be expecting that."

"What am I suppose to tell Jan about that?"

"Tell her the truth. You have the hots for your daughter and you need to get back on even ground with your daughter. Tell her about how you see Jill each time you try to make love to her. I think Jan would understand better than you think."

"I don't have the hots for my daughter."

"Fine, you don't have the hots for Jill. I think she has the hots for you." I left him that to think about as we teed off on the last hole. His shot went in the woods.




Payback



Back on the cart he said, "You seem to have all the answers, how come you aren't married?"

"I couldn't fuck Linda enough to keep her happy. I had too many men helping me out. I don't hate her are the men she was with. She was beautiful and any man would like to fuck her. After I kicked her out of the house I came to realize that no one man was ever going to keep Linda happy long. She just liked cocks and lots of them. It didn't matter what color it was."

"Sorry I asked. I didn't know about that."

"It's ok. You are probably the only man she knew she hadn't been to bed with."

"You are right. She was beautiful and if I had ever had the opportunity I would have fucked her in an instant. Now that that is out of the way what do I do about Jill and Jan?"

"First you need to make up to Jan. You have a lot of catching up to do. Why don't you take her away for a week somewhere, just the two of you? I am here and Jill want be left alone."

The next week was pretty much the same as the first one. Jan and I were enjoying one great fuck after another. She was making up for all the loving she had been missing and I was living a fantasy I had for several years.

Tom was now coming home on time and Jill was coming to dinner when her mother called. She still dressed provocative for school and around the house. She hadn't given me much of an opportunity to see her tits in their naked glory as before. 

I noticed a difference in Tom when she was around. He was no longer looking like he would like to kill her, but he was noticing more how she dressed and didn't look away when she caught him. I guess he finally realized that I was right. Even if she was his daughter she was one sexy young girl and even a father could look.

As for Jan she was happy to at last set down to dinner without a war going on between them. If she noticed the looks Tom was giving Jill she didn't let on. 



The next weekend Tom and Jan did get away for a long weekend together. Jan had a smile on her face like I hadn't seen except when we were in bed. I knew that she really loved her husband and I felt guilty about fucking her, but not guilty enough to quit. I was going to make the most of these six months I was with them. I think Jan was having as much fun as I was and as long as Tom didn't find out she wasn't about to give up what she had just found.

Tom came home at lunch on Friday. They packed and were gone before Jill came home from school. 

I was in the kitchen when she came through the door. At least now she didn't have the sullen look on her face anymore. Her tits were still more uncovered than covered. A fact that I mentioned as I looked down the front of her dress. "Still looking good I see."

She did blush a little but didn't attempt to hide them. "You are just a dirty old man."

"A dirty old man that likes young tits just like yours. Pull off the top and let me see."

"No." She looked around. "Where is Mom?"

"She and Tom left for a weekend away from us and a chance to be alone. So if you like you can run around naked all weekend. They want be back until Tuesday."

"Yea, in your dreams maybe."

"Just a thought. How about you and I going out for dinner tonight?"

"Really? Where?"

"Sure, I wouldn't mind having a date with a beautiful young girl. I will even let you name the place."

"Antonio's."

I knew enough to know that Antonio's was a very high-class place. Not many girls her age had ever eaten there. Most dates couldn't afford to take them there. "You are on. You will need to change your dress. They wouldn't let you in looking like a high school girl with a growth problem."



She went to get dressed and I went to my room to shower. Thirty minutes later I was back upstairs waiting on her. I could hear her in her room getting ready as I called for reservations.

She was fast. I was use to waiting on my women to get ready for hours. A few minutes later she came down the hall from her room. I heard her shoes on the hardwood floor before I saw her. Then she turned the corner and came into the room.

My mouth dropped open. I couldn't do anything but look at her. She was the exact image of Jan. The dress was black and sleek. It molded her body like she was poured into it. The neck was very low cut and she didn't have on a bra. There wasn't any room in the dress for the extra material. 

The back was cut to her waist, removing any doubt that she had left her bra at home. The dress stopped a good six inches above her knees, showing her well-shaped legs off. She had on a pair of five-inch heels that even made her legs look that much longer. I had always thought that Jan showed more class than any women I knew. Her daughter would push her for the title now.

She stopped and turned for me to see. "You like?" It wasn't the same way she had asked the question when she saw me looking at her tits. This time she really wanted to know.

"Oh yes. I really like it. I didn't know that you could be so beautiful. Where did you come up with that dress?"

"Don't tell Mom that I borrowed it from her closet."

"Your secret is safe with me. I will have the pretties date at the restaurant tonight."

After she had gone to all that trouble to dress up I couldn't very well take her to eat and come right home. After the meal we went to a club for a while. She looked a lot older than her eighteen years and wasn't even question about her age.

I ordered a drink and she ordered one for herself. I raised my eyebrows at her but didn't say anything until the waitress left. "Little young to be drinking aren't you?"

"I have drunk before."

"Yea, I forget just how world wise you are. Don't be in such a hurry to grow up."

The club had a live band and after we finished the first round of drinks she wanted to dance. It has been a while since I danced and it was mostly the slow old dances that I knew. When a slow song came on I got up and she followed me to the dance floor.  

I could see several people looking at her, mostly men. You couldn't blame them she was really something to see. I know they were wondering what she was doing with an old man like me.

On the floor she melted in my arms like she had been doing it for years. Her body was touching mine from head to toe. Her head was resting on my chest. I could feel her breasts pushing against my chest and in no time at all my cock was getting hard and I knew she could feel it. 

She never back away as it grew even bigger. She managed to let her stomach rub across me when we made a turn. I whispered in her ear. "You are causing me a lot of problems."

"So? It is you that is always rubbing my legs at the table. Turn about fair play."

If that was the way she wanted to play I was all for it. I maneuvered her around the dance floor to a dark corner where it would be hard for anyone to see us. I dropped my hands down to her ass and lifted her tight to my hard cock. "How do you like that?"

No to be out done she twisted her cunt against my cock. "I like that fine, what about you?" She twisted again and she was really causing me problems now. There wasn't any way to get back to out table without every one that looked knowing my condition.

The slow dance ended and a fast one started up. She broke away in the new dance and by the time the music was over I had recovered a little. I pushed her ahead of me to the table. I followed as close as I could to her. She acted as a shield for me.



We had a few more drinks and dances after she promised not to cause me any more embarrassment on the dance floor. I could tell she had enough to drink and I got us out of the place before someone asked her how old she was. She was still stepping high when we got back home.

It was after mid-night when we got back home. "Uncle Frank I had a wonderful time. I am glad to see that you are not as bad as you make out."

"I had a swell time too, and you make a lot better date when you act your age. You might surprise your folks by acting a little more grown up around them."

I was tired from dancing. I wasn't use to this much exercise. "I think I will call it a night."

"You can't call it a night now. It is still early. Lets go for a mid night swim. The water will be warm at night."

"I don't think so tonight." She wasn't taking no for an answer. 

"I am going to change. Meet you down stairs in jiffy." Off she went to her room and I went on down the stairs to mine. 

I didn't even have a swimsuit. I hadn't known they had a pool until after I got here. Most of my enjoyment came in the pool with Jan and neither one of us had on suits. I decided that I would just set on the side and watch her swimming. I had slipped doff my shoes and socks. I only had on my pants when the door opened. I didn't even bother to ask her to knock first.

"Shucks, I thought I might catch you undressed."

"One of these days you are and then what are you going to do?"

"I guess we will know when the time comes. Are you coming in with me?"

"I don't have a swim suit. I'll just watch you from the side." She was walking away from me and out the door. She had a robe over her suit and the tie held it together. The robe only came just below her ass and I couldn't help but watch her moving out in front of me. Watching her swim wasn't going to be a problem at all.

At edge of the pool she stopped and waited for me to come up next to her. The water was lit up by the pool light and it glowed in the night. I was standing next to her at edge. "I need to go into town tomorrow and buy me a suit. The water looks really inviting."

"I bet it feels even better than it looks." Without warning she pushed me and into the water I went. I hit bottom and pushed off for the top. As I came up I stood on the bottom with my head just above water. She was doubled over laughing.

At first I was mad that my clothes were all wet, but hearing her laughing soon had me in a better mood myself. "You just wait. Your time is coming."

"My time is here now." My mouth dropped open as she pulled the robe loose and let it drop to the deck. She was naked. Completely, new baby naked. Only a new baby had never looked like her as she stood before me on the deck of the pool.

It was like looking at her mother twenty years before. I couldn't take my eyes from her. I had seen her tits before but nothing like now. Her nipples were hard and she stood with her legs slightly parted. I could see her blond cunt by the light of the pool. My brother had to be the luckiest man around to have two such beauties living under the same roof with him. If I were Tom I would fuck her even if she were my daughter.

That was the idea I had as she dove over my head into the pool. She surfaced on the other side of the pool. She quickly went back under the water and I could see her coming towards me. 

She surfaced on the shallow end of the pool, close enough that her tits were almost touching me. No sane man could resist touching them, and I wasn't a very sane man at that time. My hands came up to cup her breasts and run my thumbs across the hard nipples. She didn't back away. She reached for my belt and while I was so taken with her tits she opened my pants

She had them half off before I knew what she was doing. "Little girl, you better know what you are doing. I want stop and send you to your room." By this time my pants were down around my ankles and I kicked them away. They floated to the bottom of the pool. I was as naked as she was then. 

"It is not my room I want to go to." Her hand had reached my cock and she was pulling me gently towards the steps that led from the pool. I knew where she was headed. As we came out of the pool I picked her up and carried her back inside to my room. 

Just as I had done her mother a week ago I lay her on the bed. I moved over her but her legs were tight together. I could see that she was very nervous. "What are you so nervous for? Isn't this what you want? You have been asking for it ever since I came here."

"Yes, it is what I want but you are so big. My boyfriend wasn't nearly as big as you. Will you be easy with me and go really slow?" What was it with her and her mother? Both liked it really slow. Didn't that know how hard it was on me to wait that long?

"I will take it as slow as you like, even if it kills me." I ran my hand across her naked stomach and down to touch the opening to her body. She was already wet but I could tell that she wasn't ready for me yet.

"Uncle Frank?"

I looked up at her. Her eyes were wide and I could tell that she was frightened. "What?"

"I'm a virgin."

That stopped me in my tracks. I set back on my heels and looked at her. "Your folks told me that Tom caught you in the back seat of your boyfriend's car and that he was fucking you."

"He caught me alright but he was early. Rob had trouble getting in me and Dad came up before he could. Dad pitched such a fit that he would not have believed me if I had told him the truth. I just let him think that we had been together many times before. I just wanted to make him jealous."

"You wanted to make you father jealous? Well I believe you did that along with about driving your parent's nuts. Don't you know what effect you had on him prancing around half naked all the time?"

"Serves him right for beating Rob like he did."

I pulled back and set on the edge of the bed. I didn't know what I wanted to do with her now. My cock was still hard and doing a lot of thinking for me. It was her that made up my mind for me. "Uncle Frank, make love to me. I don't want to be a virgin anymore."

I don't know if I had ever been with a virgin before. I know now that my wife had been anything but a virgin when we married. I looked at the young girl naked on the bed next to me. She may be my first and I was determined that when I was finished she would thank me for the rest of her life. 

For the next hour I touched her and kissed her all over her sexy body. From her ears to her toes and all the wonderful places in between. I dipped my tongue into the freshest young cunt it had ever been in. The climax it brought from her body soaked my tongue, as I tasted the sweet taste of young pussy. There can be nothing like eating a young pussy for her first time.

After her second climax I brought her back up again. By now she was begging me to fuck her. I was more than ready to oblige her. I moved over her now and this time her legs were spread wide for my body between them. 

I guided my cock to her tiny opening. Even with my tongue doing its work in her cunt she was still tight. 

I spread her pussy lips apart with my fingers and guided my cock to the opening. I pushed and the head slid partly in. I pushed again and I was in her. She tensed up as my cock pushed through her tight pussy lips. "Relax and let me do the work." I talked until I could feel her relax around the head of my cock.

I pushed again and then I hit her hymen. She really was a virgin. I don't know if I really believed her until then.

I reached for her legs and pulled them up until her feet were on the bed next to my hips. "When I push you lift up for me." For the first time she did what she was told. I pushed and she lifted at the same time. My cock pushed past her hymen and left it in treads. Jill screamed then and I stopped until the pain was gone.

I slowly stared moving again and she stopped me. Little by little I moved until her juice had her cunt wet and ready. I have never been in a cunt so tight. It was about to cut off my circulation. At first she was so tight that it hurt me to move in her. This gradually changed as she relaxed more and my cock started doing its job. 

Once she started relaxing she got to feeling better and better. It wasn't long before her legs came up around my waist and she lifted her body to me. It was a pleasure to fuck such a perfect body and know that you were the first to ever be in her. I wasn't going to last much longer myself.

To say she took to it like a duck to water would be an under statement. Once she was well lubricated and grown accustom to my size being deep in her she really started to get with it. It was like mother like daughter. Jill liked fucking as much as Jan had the first time I was with her. Only with Jill I had to watch myself that I didn't shoot off in her. I didn't want to be responsible for her getting pregnant. I had condoms in my suitcase but now didn't seem like the right time to stop for them.

She was on the edge of going again. She was crying for me to fuck her. The words she used weren't anything like a virgin should have been using. 

It was too much for me and I had to pull out. "Jill I've got to get out now! I can't wait any longer." 

I pulled back to get out of her hot cunt before I before I lost the will power to pull away. Her arms came down and pulled my hips back to her as she pushed her young pussy back on my cock. Her legs tightened around my back. "NO! Don't pull out! I am about to make it!"

"I have to now are it will be too late! I don't have on any protection."

All the time I was protesting she was riding my cock for all she was worth. "Uncle Frank! I want all of you in me this time. Let me feel what it is like to be full of your juice."

I knew better but there wasn't much convincing she had to do to get me to finish in her. I let go of my better judgment and did what both of us wanted to do. I fucked hard and fast through her climax and mine until I didn't have strength to move again. 

Her young cunt was full of baby making juice when I finally got her to release me so I could roll away. Cum poured from her body as my cock left her newly fucked pussy. She wasn't a virgin anymore and I was quite sure that this wasn't the only time I would be the one to sample her luscious young body. The way she liked fucking she had best get on the pill quick.

She went and cleaned up, hoping that she wasn't pregnant. Since there wasn't anything we could do about what had already happened we spent the rest of the weekend fucking. Only the rest of the time I did use a condom. That required a trip to town, as I hadn't expected to be doing that much here at my brothers. By Monday she was so sore that I was only able to use my mouth on her. She didn't seem to mind that at all. 

The six months went by fast. I have never had so much pussy in my life. By day it was with Jan. She and Tom were back having sex on a regular basic again but she still was ready each day when I was. Cheating on Tom wasn't brought up between us.

At night Jill would sneak down to my room and we would fuck until I couldn't get it up anymore. How we kept from getting caught was a miracle in its self.

Tom had taken my advice and quit letting Jill push his buttons. He didn't make any attempt to not look at her tits when she had them on display. I had even seen him pat her ass a few times. I knew that he wanted to fuck his daughter and was sure that Jill wouldn't object but they never seemed to get it together at the same time.

Jan knew how he felt and I don't think it would have bothered her if they had gone to bed. She was just relieved that they had stopped their fighting. Once when we were resting after fucking, (It wasn't making love) she said. "You are the best thing to happen to this family in years."

"You are the best thing that has happened to me in a long time. What are we going to do when I move back home?"

"Jill wants to go to college there. I am sure I will be coming up for a visit."

I was glad to know that there was going to be more of her in my future.

Tom left for work after helping me load my car. Jill came down for school. Her mother was in the kitchen and she looked to be sure she wasn't watching before she stood up on her toes and kissed me. We had said our goodbyes last night as I lay over her naked body. Nothing between us, not even a condom. She hadn't got pregnant the first time and now she was on the pill. 




Payback



We heard her mother coming and she broke off the kiss and went out the door as Jan came into the room. "You got everything loaded?"

"All that I can put in a suitcase." She came to me. I took her in my arms and kissed her. I had planed to easy out quickly but it didn't happen. One thing leads to another and we ended up in her bed. For the first time I fucked her in Tom's bed. I think it was this that made her as hot as she was that morning.

Two hours later she kissed me again at the door. Tears were in her eyes as I walked down the sidewalk to my car. It was going to be a rough time alone for a few weeks. I was going to miss my two women.

Down the road a few miles I thought about the last six months. Outside of getting my job finished on time I had accomplished more than I had hope for.

When I volunteered for the job I came down to stay with my brother and his family. I came down to fuck his wife. I wasn't positive she would come across but I have had pretty good success with women. I had always wanted to fuck Jan but when Linda left me I had plenty of good reasons to try my luck with her.

The last time I had talked to Linda, after I kicked her out, we got in a screaming match. She was mad enough to tell me that she fucked as many men as she wanted to and that she did it all the time we were married and I was to dumb to know. "I even fucked your brother the night before we married while you were having your bachelor party. He slipped away and came to my room and we fucked."

"I fucked him the day after we got back from our honeymoon and nearly every day for six months before he moved away. I have fucked him several times since. You were to dumb to know that all your friends were fucking me while you were at work." That was when I hung up the phone.

That was when I made up my mind to fuck Jan. If I had to tell her about Tom and Linda I would have. As it worked out I never had to tell her about them. I had to smile; I had pulled a fast one on Tom. Not only had I fucked his wife but also I had fucked his daughter. I was one up on him. 

Not only that but next semester Jill was coming to college in my town. She was going to be living with me until she graduated. I looked forward to having her in my bed for the next three years along with the visits from Jan.

Tom could stay home and dream of what it would be like to fuck his daughter, but I knew.



Payback



Payback Copyright 2008 by madengineer3

Copyright 2008 by madengineer3, All rights are reserved! This story is not to be copied or circulated except by madengineer3 or by means of the Literotica website, and under Literotica's rules. 

I'm having a problem concentrating. I know that something is not right, but I am so comfortable that I'm tempted to ignore it for the moment. I'm not sure where I am, but I seem to be reclining on a nice soft bed, in the dark, in a cozy warm place. I can hear no sounds except for a far away sounding soothing voice.

*

"Are you comfortable Jack?"

I think I mumbled a "yes", but I'm not sure. I just want to sink into this wonderfully soft bed or whatever it is.

"You should be proud of yourself. You tricked them all. You've gotten away with it, haven't you?"

Again, I think I mumbled "yes".

"Exactly how did you do it?"

How did I do it? Do, what? Oh, that. "I used theatrical makeup so my face would seem much heavier and older than it is."

"Not that part. How did she die, and why did she have to die?"

I smiled to myself. "I have a fetish that is hard to satisfy. I like boobs and pussy more than most other guys. I want them preserved so that I can put on rubber gloves and feel them again when the woman is dead. I've got quite a assortment now. There must be a dozen or more large collection bottles in my play room."

"Why do you call it your playroom, Jack? Do you keep games in there?"

Again, I had to smile. "No, it's a room where I play with my new toys; you know, the women I pick up. I have fun, but they don't."

"You didn't tell me how she died Jack."

"Oh, I guess she bleed to death. I was so entranced with those beautiful big boobs that I had to get them into my collection fast. She couldn't make any noise with the gag in her mouth and I removed the parts I wanted to save without killing her first. They were such beautiful boobs, and her pussy was so sweet with the cutely trimmed pubic hair. I guess I forgot all about her still being alive. But, she wasn't alive for long. When I started to remove my toys I guess she started to bleed a lot."

"Doesn't that bother you?"

"Why should it? After all, she was simply a useless woman. All she did any day was go to work, and care for her kids, husband, and father. What kind of life is that?

"No cares at all, eh Jack"

"None at all. Legally nobody has proof enough for criminal or civil charges. I have the money for extremely good lawyers. I can't be touched."

"Are you sure about that, Jack?"

"Yeah, I'm sure about that."

At that time I must have gone into a deep sleep because the little voice had gone away and I felt myself drifting off into a deep sleep.

* * * * * *

When I woke up I felt sick to my stomach, my head ached, and I found that I could hardly move. Much to my surprise, I couldn't see anything either. I could feel the cool room air which told me I wasn't wearing any clothes. I heard a metallic voice that sounded like it was coming from my left front.

"Hello Jack, how are we doing this morning?"

"What's going on? Why have you got me restrained? Who are you? What do you plan on doing? Why is your voice so funny?" 

"Enough of that, Jack. You will find out in time.. you were very informative last night. I wasn't to sure how well Sodium Pentathol would work on you, but it worked like a dream. Pun intended. I'm using a voice changer. I whisper into it and a loud, different, voice comes out."

"You drugged me? How dare you?"

"Jack, how can you use that tone of voice after you have killed people? Are you the only one who likes to play? Right now we are in your playroom. I would be more worried about why you are here than the fact that someone has gotten you to talk freely."

This was not sounding good. I had a very uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach and a cold, irrational, fear was beginning to take hold of me. I tried to keep my voice from showing any fear. "What do you want from me?"

"Payback, Jack; just payback!"

"Payback for what? I haven't done anything to you, whoever you are."

"Oh yes you have, Jack. We are in your playroom. We are in the presence of parts of my sister that you have placed in your collection bottles. You have taken my best friend, and lover, from me. Now it's my time to play with you. I assure you that you won't like it one little bit. You asked me who I am. The only answer is I am Mistress to you."

Before I could respond I found that someone had forced a ball gag into my mouth. I strained to get loose, but couldn't.

Now I started to be truly afraid. I knew what I had done to her sister. What would she do with me? I felt terrified as I considered the possibilities.

Moments later I heard her voice again, this time from behind me. She was speaking to someone else.

I felt rope being looped around my thighs, just above the knee. Then I felt some tension. Then I heard a sound that chilled my blood, it was the ratcheting of "come along"s. You know, the type of device you might use to lift the engine out of a car. My legs were, finally, spread about as far as they could be stretched without taking my hip joints out of their sockets. It was absolutely painful."

"Are we comfy now? I hope so, because from here on it won't be comfortable."

It was at that time the women moved behind the chair. They lifted my blindfold, for a moment, and showed me the most terrifying thing I could imagine. It was a pair of clear plastic rectangles with three holes in one and two holes in the other. There were electrical binding posts and wires with alligator clips on both plastic pieces and a set of through bolts with wing nuts on them. It was a sort of plastic vise. I had no question what the holes were for. There was a hole my cock would fit through but the holes for my nuts were too small for them to pass through unless they were extruded through. As I thought this the blindfold was again placed over my eyes.

One of the women came around in front of me and started to play with my cock and balls. Like it or not, she was stretching them out so that they would fit in the plastic vise. Moments later the other woman joined her and fitted the plastic where I knew it would go. Her first tightening brought me to the edge of reasonable discomfort. I could bear it, but didn't like it one little bit.

I felt one of the women fasten a rope just above the vise and pull it away some small distance. I then heard the sound of another "come along" ratcheting, the vise was pulled very painfully away from my body. Just when I thought it couldn't get too much worse the thumbscrews on the plastic vise were tightened, crushing my balls. 

"Enjoy the comfortable position while you can, Jack. Things will start getting painful very soon." 

Then the lights when out. I tried to force myself to stay awake, but eventually I fell asleep.

* * * * * *

I have no idea how long I slept. I awoke screaming! I felt as if someone had run a red hot poker through my balls. After ten seconds, that felt like ten days, the current was turned off. 

"Oh, did I wake you? Sorry about that. Do you mean this hurts?"

As she said "this" she hit the switch again. God, that was painful. She was speaking again.

"You will appreciate the thing we've set up now. The shock box has a built in microphone. Every time it hears you make a noise it will generate another shock, but at a higher voltage. It won't shock you the same way any two times in a row. It might shock your penis to your balls, or it might shock one ball to the other. It might also shock all three at the same time. The trick is, you won't know what is coming next. The point is you won't know when the shock is coming or where it is going to hurt; and I promise you it will hurt. No shock will be great enough to kill you. Oh, I forgot to remove your ball gag. I don't want you to die from retching and having it choke you to death. Beside that the louder you scream the worse the shocks will get. Have a pleasant night."

At that point she turned on the switch. Each step the women made while exiting the room led to ever more intense shocks. I was screaming, in spite of myself. I finally forced myself to stop. The shocks stopped. I worked hard at not making any noise. After a while I dozed off to sleep.

* * * * * *

I woke suddenly with the sound of a loud bang and intense pain in my nuts" 

"Oh, I'm sorry, I just can't pass up popping a paper bag. It's so much fun. Are we awake now? I realize that you may not be overly rested but you need to make a choice. I strongly suggest you make the choice very carefully because the results, in either case, will lead to significant pain. Do you want some severe pain followed by us leaving you alive to be found by the authorities, or would you like some more shocks? If you choose the shocks you will have an hour's time to change your mind. Now, raise your head towards the ceiling if you choose pain followed by us leaving you alone and towards the floor if you want to try your luck with more shocks."

I was in a horrible bind. I didn't want to die, but I didn't want pain either. Them going away sounded like the best of the possibilities so moved my head as if trying to look at the cieling..

"Wonderful, you made the choice I would have made for you. Now, we're going to give you a shot that will make the pain go away for a while." Moments later a needle was inserted in a vein on the back of my left hand. Shortly after that I was out.

* * * * * *

I slowly came back to consciousness. They must have let me pass out and stay passed out for a few minutes. 

"Hello Jack, nice to see you've come back to join us for play time. Are you comfy?"

I shook my head no. 

I felt groggy from the shot that they had given me. 

"Jack, we are about to leave you now. We have placed your collection bottles all around you. Those who turn you loose will see your handiwork. I suspect they will be interested in how you got these samples, especially since you were kind enough to label each bottle with the woman's name and a photo."

"You will never again do what you did to these women. You are no longer capable of harming another living person. We have made some modifications that you won't realize until you are resqued by the police."

I heard them leave. Their sedative was wearing off, and I found that I had a pain somewhere in my upper back. I was relieved to realize that I no longer had pain anywhere else. I shut my eyes and fell asleep.

I awoke when I heard voices. 

"Well, lieutennant, these jars are labeled with the names of the missing women. This sick bastard must be the one who did this to them." 

The blindfold was removed and I saw the police forensic people taking photographs and carefully picking up all the bottles to take them into evidence. 

"We're going to release you now, Jake. Don't move, and don't even think of trying to run away from us. We brought a K-9 unit with us, and after seeing what you have been doing we will have no compunction in turning him loose on you."

I could see them release the tension on my legs, and balls. The funny thing was that I couldn't feel them doing the releasing. as they took the straps off my arms and from around my chest I realized I was falling to the floor. 

"Call an ambulance, we need to have a doc look him over. The caller indicated that he wasn't in very good condition."

A while later I was in an ambulance on the way to the hospital. I was handcuffed and a detective was traveling with me in the ambulance. When we got there the detective talked to the doc.

"He collapsed like a sack of potatos. He doesn't seem to have much control over his limbs at the moment. Take a good look at him and tell me what's wrong. When you say he's up to it we need to get him down town and question him about the stuff he has been doing. We think this is the guy responsible for all those missing women."

The doctor did some tests, and did a full body MRI on me. When I was moved into a private room, the doctor and the detective came in together. The detective spoke up: "Jake, we know that you have the funds to buy the best legal help in the country. Whoever worked you over has made sure that you have a sentence that cannot be undone by any lawyer. Someone has injected pure alcohol into your lower cervical or upper thorasic spine. They knew what they were doing. Your digestive system, respiratory system, and heart will function relatively well. You, however, are a quadraplegic. You will never again feel, or move any extremity from your shoulders down. You are paralized and there is nothing that can be done to reverse it. We're not sure yet, if you will be able to speak or not. It appears that the nerves to your vocal chords have been hit with some alcohol as well."

"You will be indicted, and tried. But the real sentence has already been given. Life! with no parole, pardon, or commutation of sentence. From what the forensic folks are telling us, they have your prints on a large knife with blood on it. We are relatively sure that the blood will prove to be from one of the women you butchered. You had better get used to the idea that your life will partially depend upon women from now on in. I hope that the nurses can ignore what you did."

They left, and their words burned into me. I could think, but I was at the mercy of anyone around me. I was defenseless! This was total payback, and I didn't want to suffer that. My wishes, however, were of no concern to others.



Payback



My thanks to my wife; although she tells me that she can't relate to a story like this, her efforts with the story line and her time spent editing this story have greatly improved its readability. She also gets credit for the final, nasty twist at the end. (And I owe her a massage just like the one in the main sex scene!)



It was a Wednesday evening when I first got a hint that my world, my safe and sane world, wasn't quite what I thought it was.

I had gotten home from work a bit early; I heard my wife, Marge, moving around in our bedroom upstairs, and thought that I would go up and say hello. As I walked down the hallway, I could hear her talking to someone on the phone.

As I got closer, I could hear her end of the conversation. "Yes, sweetie, today was great; I really enjoyed it."

Huh? Since when does she enjoy work?

Our bedroom door was slightly open, so I peeked through; she was undressing while talking on her cell phone.

She slithered out of her skirt and laid it on the bed. I noticed that she was wearing lacy black panties, and I knew that I never had seen them before this.

I was about to walk in, but then she said, "I gotta go; he could be home soon, and I must get a shower first. Talk to you tomorrow, stud, bye."

She put the phone on the charger and took off her blouse; she was wearing a matching black lace bra. Facing away from me, she peeled off those panties and tossed them in the hamper. The bra followed. 

As she moved around the bed to head to the shower, she passed a mirror. Being a woman, she, of course, had to stop and look. 

From my position at the corner of the door, I could see her reflection in the mirror perfectly. 

What I saw made a sick chill go down my body. I felt like I might piss myself, shit myself, throw up, or all three.

There in the mirror, her left breast clearly had a suck-mark on it. My wife had a hickey on her breast, and I didn't give it to her. 

I heard her gasp, and realized that she saw what I had just seen. 

She pulled up her tit with one hand while rubbing the suck-mark with a finger of the other hand.

"Aw shit," she snarled. "Now I've got a mark that I've gotta hide. Holy shit!"

She went into the bathroom and started her shower while I stood outside our bedroom crying and shaking. 

My name is David Atkinson; Marge has been my wife for 23 years. We have two children, Julia who is 19, and Tom, who is 18. Marge works part time in procurement at the local Air Nation Guard base; I am a chemical engineer.

Until a few minutes ago, I thought that we had a great marriage and a great life. Now it looked like my wife needed someone else to make her life great.

After a bit, I regained some control and, entering our bedroom, I picked up her cell phone to find the number of that last call. I got another surprise; she had a password on her cell phone. We had never used passwords and sometimes had made calls on each other's phones. I realized that I had not used her phone in a couple of months; it just never was "convenient."

I picked up her blouse and smelled it. There was a faint trace of after-shave that I did not recognize on it. Going to the hamper, I picked out her panties and bra. 

The panties were "used" as might be expected, but I didn't find any big gooey blobs of cum. 

Thinking a bit, I got the digital video recorder from the kitchen and a Ziploc bag. Going back to the bedroom, I put the underwear in the ziploc bag and stuffed it in my pocket. I made a note to myself to order a semen detection kit and have it shipped to the office.

The video recorder went on my dresser, facing the mirror; I set it to record and wrapped one of my ties around it. It was mostly hidden.

As I went back downstairs, I saw that her laptop was on, so I figured that this would be a good time to check her e-mail. No such luck; she had put a password on it. We had never used computer passwords either, which was another piece of evidence.

Then I left. I really wanted to confront her, but I was an emotional wreck. Plus, I had no real evidence; she could just deny everything. No, I needed hard-core proof. 

And I wanted to know whom she was fucking, so that I could hurt him in return.

I called my wife's cell phone, knowing that she was still in the shower, and told her that I was stuck on a job and would grab a late dinner when I was finished. 

Hiding her underwear in the garage, I headed to the closest bar to think and suffer. It was a quiet run-down bar that bordered on a shabby motel. It offered nothing special: average food, cheap drinks, and privacy.

Entering the bar, I noticed thst there was a new barmaid. Great, I thought, "I hope she knows how to make a gin and tonic.

It turned out that she did. Her name was Mary; she had just started; and I enjoyed talking with her. She was a divorced mom, trying to scrape by in life.

I got back home at about 11:00pm; the house was quiet with everyone in bed. I went up to the bedroom to undress. 

As I was slipping into my robe, Marge said, "You're late tonight, hon."

Turning to her, I replied, "I'm sorry to wake you; it was a long day." Then I added, "But I'll make it up to you if you feel neglected."

She sighed and said, "Oh, I'm just too tired right now; how about in the next day or two?"

"It's a date, babe. I'm going to relax for a few minutes, and then join you. Good night," I answered. 

"Night."

Grabbing the recorder, I left the bedroom and went downstairs to my computer.

As I plugged the camera into my laptop, I realized that our lovemaking in the last few months had dwindled down from two or three times a week to once a week, and that for the last month or so, once a week was Saturday night.

I fast-forwarded the recording until the bathroom door opened. She immediately went to the mirror and examined her breast. I could see the suck-mark clearly.

She got out flannel pajamas for later; she normally sleeps nude.

I saved the video and cleared the camera. After putting it away I went to bed. On my way, I pushed the thermostat up about four degrees; let's see how she likes flannels.

Marge was either sleeping or pretending to be asleep when I got into bed.

Thursday morning, I got up early to get away from her; I didn't think I could hide my anger and I needed time to get under control and make more plans.

Calling the office, I let them know that I wouldn't be in until the afternoon.

Then I called my friend, George. I knew George would be able to help: not only have we been good friends for years, but he caught his wife cheating on him about a couple of years ago and went through a nasty divorce. We spent many hours together drowning his sorrows.

George is now a major in the Air Nation Guard. Since his divorce, he had thrown himself into his work and had received several promotions; the last had put him in charge of security for the base.

On the second ring, he picked up the phone and said, "Hey buddy! How's it going?"

"Not too well right now," I replied. "I need your help; I think that Marge is cheating on me."

"Aw shit, David, I am so sorry," he said. "I'll do anything I can to help. Can you come over here this morning?"

"Yeah," I replied. "How about if I go over now?"

"Sounds good," George quietly said. "I hope you are wrong but I've never known you to overreact."

"I don't think I am, but with your help I should be able to prove it one way or the other."

Once there, we sat on the sofa and went over what I knew. When I left an hour later, I had part of a plan, and had borrowed five digital audio recorders from George: the same ones that he used to catch his wife.

I drove back home; Marge's car was gone. I placed four recorders in the house, saving the last one for her car.

Then I noticed that the house was a little cooler than usual. Checking the thermostat, I saw that she had pushed it back down; I assumed that she had had a "hot" night.

Deciding to look around a bit, I went through her closet carefully. The first thing that I noticed was she had a couple of outfits that I had not seen her wear. They were more daring than her usual; maybe she bought them but then didn't feel comfortable actually wearing them in public, I thought.

Then, in the back of a dresser drawer, I found some lingerie that I had never seen before. They showed signs of wear; a couple of them were torn. Torn as in somebody ripped them off of Marge to get to her naked body. That hurt and I just stared at them for many minutes. 

Finally I headed off to work. Around three, I called Marge's cell and left a voice mail that I was stuck on a job and wouldn't be home until late.

As soon as I got home that evening, I put the final voice recorder in Marge's car, and then went to bed.

I made sure to go to bed well after Marge did Friday night as well; she was either sleeping or pretending to be. I did check the audio recorders Friday evening but heard nothing of interest.

I quietly got the kids their breakfast as is our custom on weekends. Saturday, Marge gets to sleep late; Sunday I do. After they finished and went to watch TV, I cleaned up the kitchen and put Marge's breakfast in the microwave. 

I connected a LAN cable to my laptop, logged into my computer, into the wireless router, and disabled wireless access.

Then I left Marge a note directing her to the microwave and telling her that I was outside, then went out to start yard chores.

About two hours later, Marge came outside complaining that her laptop couldn't connect to the Internet. We walked in; I tried my laptop and said, "Hmm...mine's connected. Let's look at yours."

She seemed a bit nervous and hovered around her laptop and me. I pretended to troubleshoot and she eventually got bored and wandered away, but about every five minutes she was back again. 

While she was gone I slipped in a memory stick and installed a key logger program. The next time that she left, I configured it to capture all key presses, to take a snapshot of the screen twice a minute, to track all websites that she visited, and to capture her e-mail including deleted and sent items. 

The next time that she left, I walked back to my laptop and restarted the wireless service. I checked that her laptop was now connecting and went to find her.

After showing her that it was connecting to the Internet, I told her that the hard drive was badly fragmented. I brought up the clean up program and suggested that when she was done for the day she click this button and let the program run overnight.

That would also give my key logger time to transfer all the data to me.

She slipped her hands around my neck, kissed me, and, smiling seductively, said, "Thanks big guy, how can I pay for your services?"

I smiled back, slapped her butt lightly, and said, "How about washing my car?"

Her face showed that she was expecting a very different answer.

I kissed her cheek and said, "Just kidding."

Pulling away, I added, "I gotta get back to work out there." 

She looked confused as I walked out of the room.

While mowing the grass, I realized that I was being stupid. I wasn't going to fuck her tonight, but I didn't want her to start thinking that I was suspicious before I had real evidence. I had to treat her normally for now. 

I decided to bust ass out here today and be too tired and sore for sex tonight.

We watched a couple of movies with the kids in the evening. Marge snuggled up next to me and she felt good. She was feeling frisky; a couple times while they were engrossed in the movie, Marge openly felt my cock. 

We took a break toward the end of the second movie; I used the opportunity to get a drink and to pop one of Marge's Xanax; I figured I would be asleep in 45 minutes.

About 15 minutes later, Marge woke me up. I announced that I had worked too hard today and was going to bed. Marge looked disappointed and even more so when the kids asked her to stay for a third movie.

I do not know when she came to bed; I was oblivious.

Sunday morning was my sleep-in morning but I was up at 5:00am. I didn't want to be in bed when Marge woke in case she wanted a morning ride. And it was time to start checking her data. I shut off her alarm clock as I was leaving.

As I booted my computer, I realized that if I didn't fuck her tonight she absolutely would be suspicious. 

I started up the key logger reader; while it initialized, I added a password to my computer

There were about 500 e-mails in the hidden folder so I started reading them. The key logger sends the oldest mails first and I was looking at six-month-old e-mails. 

I did see two e-mails from somebody named Will Perez. He had his own domain name, but the messages were about her work. Maybe the guy works with her. Or maybe this is the guy.

I sorted by name and found one about four months old with the subject Hey Hot Stuff! 

I read it. It was not explicit but it sounded like this guy was trying to seduce her. He had registered his name as an Internet domain. A brief check showed that he did not have a web page.

I re-sorted by date and found six from old Willy dated yesterday. No wonder Marge was hovering around her laptop; she was worried that I might open Outlook.

I opened the newest e-mail and read while my life crashed around me. Starting at the bottom where she bitched at him for marking her and how hard it was to hide it from me.

His reply was basically, "Shit happens; get over it, and to hell with your husband."

Her furious reply was sent 14 minutes later. One paragraph was interesting; she wrote, "I know you do not love your wife but I do love my husband. I do not want to hurt him or my marriage. It is bad enough that I haven't let him fuck me much lately; now since you marked me, I can't even let him see me naked. I will not be meeting you this Wednesday!"

Interesting, but it didn't change anything.

The next two were from him with a changed tune. He begged her forgiveness, told her he would always be gentler in the future. He offered to take her on a trip somewhere warm if she could get away for a while. He professed his love for her.

Oh, pew, he sounded like a teenager.

The last was from her, saying that she was glad that he now understood her position; she would only take trips with her husband, and she would not meet him this Wednesday. She added that she expected that it would take a week for the marks to fade, and that then she was going to be busy making it up to her husband.

Other e-mails provided more information. They had been fucking for about two months now. They met at a local motel where his company kept a room rented, allegedly for his long distance sales guys to crash there when needed. One e-mail gave her directions to the place, saying that the company has had room 187 for two years now. 

It was the motel across from the bar that I was in the other day!

Then a new e-mail arrived from him; it was a reply to one that she had sent last night, and I was sent spinning again. She had e-mailed him that she couldn't do without him fucking her this week and that she would meet him Wednesday at 1:00pm. She insisted that he be gentle this time.

His reply was effusive crap about how wonderful she was and how he would make it wonderful for her.

I decided right then that they were both going to pay for their fucking. I needed to make some plans and would need George's help.

I forwarded the most useful e-mails to George and started making breakfast.

Marge came down around 9:30 and thanked me for letting her sleep in that morning. I said that it was only fair since I crashed out so early last night. 

She hugged me and whispered, "Don't work too hard today, sweetie; I need you to do your hard work tonight." 

I ignored the second part and said, "I'm mostly done out there, just a couple more hours left to do."

I pulled away, saying, "I'd better get to work."

As I was leaving I glanced back and saw a worried look on her face.

She quickly changed it when she saw me looking. I said, "Yell if you need anything, babe."

She gave a weak, "Okay."

I was cleaning the garage when George called. First he asked if I could talk now. I went outside and told him yes.

He said, "I read the e-mails; I am so sorry."

"Thanks," I said. "I feel like shit but at least I know now."

"You know, and you have some evidence, but you do not have proof court yet," he noted.

I replied, "I know; maybe I can get some pictures of her going in or out of the motel."

"We can do a lot better than that, if you want; you just won't be able to use the evidence in court," he said.

"Talk to me."

"I have conducted a few criminal investigations at that motel over the years. The owner is a good guy who doesn't want criminals or druggies hanging around. I can call him tomorrow and get him to print me a key to that room as part of my 'ongoing investigation'," was his reply. "We will have to find out when Perez won't be there, and then we can install the same hidden cameras I used to catch my slut of an ex," he explained.

I said firmly, "Yes, I want to do that. Not only to catch her, but because I want to get him. Can you see what you can find on him, also?"

"First thing Monday morning I'll get that ball rolling. Let's see if we can do the install Monday or Tuesday; we'll need maybe an hour," he answered.

We talked a few more minutes. George explained that the equipment was sound and motion-activated and that it would transmit to a receiver that had to be within 100 feet. He expected to put the receiver in a utility room somewhere. 

When I wanted to retrieve the data, I just had to drive to the motel and activate the receiver in my car. The first receiver was also a transmitter; on my signal, it would dump its data to me, and then clear its memory. It might take up to two hours to send a full day worth of video.

The rest of Sunday was uneventful. I found that I was really looking forward to getting some pussy tonight. I came to the conclusion that just because Perez was staining it, there was no reason why I couldn't still just use it.

My first thought was to do a rough, quick fuck, and to be asleep ten minutes later. 

Then I changed my mind and decided to see how many orgasms I could give Marge instead. She normally cums once or twice a session; I'd make this one real special: something that she could compare to Perez's fucking.

When the kids were in bed, Marge came up to me and quietly said, "I'm going to bed, too. If you are not in our bed in 30 minutes, I will come down here and drag you to bed by your dick."

I happily promised to be there.

Twenty minutes later I walked into the bedroom. Marge was in the bathroom and the room was darker than usual when I closed the door. The nightlight was missing from its socket; she must be figuring that in the darkened room I wouldn't be able to see her hickey.

Vowing not to touch her left breast tonight, I undressed in the darkness, pulled the bed covers back and got into bed.

Marge turned off the bathroom light before coming into the bedroom naked, and slipped in to bed with me. She turned to me and gave me a full body hug, saying, "Oh, I need this sweetie."

I hugged her back and kissed her gently, saying, "Me, too."

Rolling her onto her stomach, I began a soft massage, starting at her head. As I worked my way down her body, I was rewarded by purring sounds. I gently fondled her ass cheeks and crack but did not try to probe her; I just moved on to her legs, and then her feet.

I played with her feet and each of her toes while Marge alternated between moaning and giggling. Then, kneeling over her feet, I spread her legs enough for me to bend her lower legs up and rest them on my shoulders. 

That left the fronts of her legs vulnerable to my lightest touch. Marge wasn't giggling now; she was moaning and sighing softly as I fondled her legs, and then the backs of her knees.




Payback



After a few minutes, I put her feet down and moved around to the foot of the bed. I started with her feet again, this time a firm massage. As I moved up her body, I straddled her, my legs pressing on the outsides of hers, my cock rubbing the insides.

I sat on her butt; her cheeks felt nice, as I did a deep back and shoulder massage. 

Then I maneuvered my erection between her cheeks and legs deeper as I dropped down on her back. Pushing her arms over her head, I massaged them for some minutes, alternating between gently stroking her armpits and firmly rubbing her arms. Marge was softly cooing continuously as I played.

After a bit I rolled off of Marge and gently turned her onto her back. 

Starting at her feet, I repeated my movements up her body. I spread her legs by putting her feet on my shoulders and worked her inner thighs and legs for a long while. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning softly as I closed her legs and, mounting her again, began working my way up her body, being careful not to touch either her bald pussy or her tits. 

When I was sitting across her tits, I lifted her arms over her head to massage them. I leaned forward to reach her hands and she raised her head and opened her mouth. She must have thought I wanted her to suck on me. Smiling, I shook my head no and began working my way back down her body, again not touching titties or pussy. She relaxed back on the bed.

I decided to repeat my efforts, this time lying beside Marge, rather than on top of her. And when I reached her tits, I gently fondled them both without touching either her areoles or her nipples. So much for my vow not to play her 'damaged' breast, they both just felt so good. She was making such soft moaning noises as I played with the body that I knew so well.

After fondling her face and head, I snuggled against her and began, very gently, kissing her mouth. Then I moved over her face and ears, kissing, sucking, and breathing on her. As we played, our arms and legs entwined, my erection pressing against her.

Moving lower, I began to kiss her neck and upper chest while my hand slid down her stomach. As I approached her bare and soft mons, she parted her legs for me.

Still not touching her slit, I played with the outsides of her pussy and ass cheeks. I noticed that the bottoms of her ass cheeks were slippery; there was no doubting that Marge was aroused and wet.

Slowly I worked my finger into her pussy, always watching how she responded. When I found her G-spot she arched her hips high and groaned loudly. With my middle finger deeply inside her I moved my thumb to her clit and began moving, rubbing back and forth. Almost immediately, Marge orgasmed. She gasped as she clamped down on my finger, clenching repeatedly. 

As her climax passed, she collapsed back onto the bed. I held still, with my finger in her, my thumb on her clit, as my other hand held one nipple and my mouth covered the other. After a minute, I began suckling one nipple and gently squeezing the other. Then I started moving in circles inside of her again, making my thumb stroke her clit. 

Within two minutes she climaxed again, but this wasn't a quiet one. She screamed repeatedly as her body clamped down on me through her orgasm.

I slowed as she came down off that orgasm, but almost immediately resumed my actions. She came a third time, her body arching off of the bed as she screamed without control.

I held still for a bit as she recovered, then slipped my finger out of her so as to caress her body with both hands.

Slowly, I moved down her body, kissing each part. As I reached her legs, I lifted one over me, giving me access to her private place. 

Kissing up her thighs, I moved toward her sex. I kissed and licked the outside of her hairless vagina, resisting the urge to just dive into her. 

Then, I lightly kissed up her partially opened slit, feeling both the softness of her folds against my lips, and the moisture of her arousal. 

With the first gentle lick up her slit, I heard her moan and felt her parting her legs farther. 

I slowly worked my tongue into her, lapping and sucking at her outer and her inner lips. I could feel her body responding more as I increased my efforts.

When I ran the flat of my tongue over her clitoris, she shivered and softly mewed. 

Sliding my hands up her body, I cupped her breasts and found her erect nipples with my fingers while I lapped back and forth across her clitoris. 

I could feel her body tensing, moving toward climax as I brought one hand down and slipped a finger into her entrance, rubbing in circles.

As her climax hit, she shoved her crotch up in my face and held it there while I ran my lips and tongue over her swollen clitty. She continuously moaned as she arched, and then abruptly dropped back down on the bed, panting. 

I released her nipple and held still in her pussy for a bit. But shortly, I resumed stroking in her hole and gently pulling alternately on both of her nipples which made her mew softly. As I sped up my movements, she responded. 

Leaning in, I pulled her clit into my mouth and began sucking on it. Within a few minutes, she abruptly climaxed again; shoving her crotch into my face. But then, closing her legs on the sides of my head, she dropped back down, only to lurch up, spreading her legs as she rose. 

She repeated four or five times, wailing though her orgasm before collapsing onto the bed. 

I kissed her open pussy one last time before making my way up her body. As she felt me begin to mount her, her eyes opened and she asked, "Don't you want me to suck you first?"

"No babe," I replied. "You have me so hot that I just need to fuck you now."

She smiled, and reaching for me added, "Get up here and fuck me, love."

I gladly complied, and soon was pumping in and out of her sweet pussy while we held each other.

Lifting higher over her, I made sure my public bone rubbed her clit on every stroke. Then I added a sideways grind each time that I penetrated her fully. 

She moaned at each stroke and I knew when she was about to cum again. Her face screwed up tightly, she grabbed me, clasping her hands around me hard, and then she moaned into my shoulder as she rode her climax.

I didn't stop this time, but kept fucking her. Lifting her feet to my shoulders, I rolled her upward and increased my speed. Her legs pulled at my shoulders as she thrust her hips up to meet my strokes. Her head was turning from side to side as we fucked; she was moaning and I was grunting, both of us out of control.

It didn't take long; she came again. I felt her pussy clamp down on me and then saw her upper body rise, almost bending her in two. She howled as she spasmed; her body bouncing while her legs thrashed. 

Holding her legs at my shoulders, I continued to fuck her fast and hard. Every time I bottomed out, she squealed louder in her climax. 

Just as she was finishing, I lost it, and began ejaculating inside of her. 

I collapsed on top of Marge; her legs parted and slide down my sides to allow us to lie face to face, my penis still inside of her. We snuggled and just held each other, making soft murmurs as we calmed down together.

Marge whispered, "David that was incredible. What did I do to deserve a man like you?"

I kissed her and replied, "I'm the lucky one here. And I love pleasuring you almost as much as I love you." I was tempted to add a remark about how I could never love anyone but her, but I realized that I did not want to pop this bubble that we had right now, together.

"I love you, too."

My flaccid penis slipped out of her right then, and I moved to lie beside her. We hugged and Marge said, "I need to go clean up, but I am so comfortable here."

I kissed her cheek and said, "Let me help." Getting up, I pulled the sheet and cover over her so that she wouldn't get cold and went into the bathroom. 

Coming back with a warm washcloth and two hand towels, I made sure to turn out the bathroom light before I reentered the bedroom.

Removing the bed covers to bare Marge from the waist down, I said, "Spread wide, sweetie."

She complied and I washed everything from her inner thighs to her butt cheeks. I used the first towel to dry her off, and then suggested she finish drying herself, which she did.

Getting her to lift her butt cheeks, I slid the second towel under her, saying, "No wet spot for you to sleep in."

After pulling the covers back over her, I leaned up and firmly kissed her mouth.

Marge whispered, "David, I love you." Then she popped our bubble by adding, "You are the only man in the entire world for me."

I kissed her a couple times before getting up and saying, "I'm going to go cleanup; rest baby."

As I walked into the bathroom, I was raging. How could she say that, knowing that Perez was 'in her world,' too? How could she, after the tenderest love-making we have had in a long time, lie there in our marital bed, with some of my semen still inside of her, and lie to me? A deliberate lie, one she did not have to have said, but that she chose to say. 

When I left the bathroom, I was glad to find that Marge was snoring softly. I gingerly got into bed.

I awoke early Monday morning, and, looking over, noticed that Marge had put her flannels on, sometime in the night. 

I left the house before anyone else was up.

Calling my office Monday morning, I let them know that I would not be in today, and then headed over to George's place. He told me that he had called the motel manager and had gotten some information. 

"It turns out that our lover boy is getting it on with at least three women at his little love nest. I'm sure that he thinks he is smart having a full time room to use, but he's dumb for using the same room." 

George also said that the manager thought that Perez was a bastard who harassed the staff. The final piece of information was that Perez worked in the room a couple of afternoons a week, but was rarely there before 11:00am.

"Well, let's grab our stuff and get going," George said.

We loaded the equipment into George's van and pulled up at the motel in ten minutes. 

George knocked on the manager's door and introduced me as someone who was working with him on an investigation and noted that I would be around sometimes.

The manager, whose name was Kevin, said that that would be fine, and that he did not want any illegal activities happening in the motel.

He handed George the room key, and showed us where the room was located on a room map. We saw that there was a utility room about 50 feet away; George asked for a key to it which Kevin immediately printed out for him.

Last, Kevin called Perez's room to make sure that he wasn't there. He did not get an answer.

We thanked Kevin and drove the van over near the room.

George knocked on the door a couple of times, and then let us in with the key. It was deserted.

I stopped, suddenly staring at the bed where my wife had spread her legs for another man.

After a while, I turned and started helping. In less than two hours the equipment was installed and tested. 

As we were leaving, I noticed a laptop docking station on the table. "Look George, he must use his laptop in here!" I practically shouted. "If I can get in here while it is here and he is not, I can install the key logger on it!"

George said, "Maybe he leaves it here when he goes to lunch or dinner."

"I'll wait outside everyday if I need to," I responded.

"First, I want to get a GPS on his car so that we don't get surprised; don't jump the gun," he answered.

"Understand! I don't want to risk fucking up payback. Let's get out of here. I'll buy lunch; how about across the parking lot? Their food is pretty good. Oh, and they have a new barmaid; she is pretty and easy to talk to."

"Sounds good; I'm hungry," George noted. 

The bar was deserted when we walked inside of it. I entered first; Mary saw me, smiled and waved. Then George stepped in behind me.

Mary's face changed to one of shock. She dropped the towel that she was using to clean the bar and immediately walked over to us. Ignoring me, she grabbed George in a full body hug, saying, "George, it is so good to see you again."

He hugged her back warmly and said, "Mary, I have wondered.... Looks like you are back on your feet. I am so glad."

She pulled back, still holding him, and said, "No, I'm not there yet. But I am getting closer. Thanks to you."

From the sidelines, I said, "Um, Mary, I'd like you to meet my good friend, George."

They both laughed. Mary released George and put both of her hands on my hand saying, "I've liked you from when we first met. Now that I know that you are George's friend, well, that matters a lot."

I smiled, and said, "He's a butthole in general, but he's okay."

She grinned, and said, "George and I go back a couple of years. But I've never thought of him as a butthole. Must be a guy thing."

Mary kept taking care of drink orders for the four other patrons, but always came back to talk to us when done. Among other things, I learned that she was working as much as possible to save money to be able to enter nursing school in about five months.

Around two in the afternoon George and I were the only customers left. I commented on that, and Mary said that it was always deserted in the afternoons.

She added,"I don't make any tip money, which sucks, but I usually use the time to study." Then grinning at us, she concluded, "But it's a lot nicer talking with you guys!"

The three of us chatted about another half hour when suddenly, Mary, looking rather solemn, turned to George and said, "George, I am going to tell him."

George just returned her gaze and made a slow nod.

She turned to me and said, "If we are going to be friends, I don't want any secrets. And maybe, when I tell you, you might not want to think of me as I friend. I'll understand. But I won't hide my life from you. And I don't want you to find out from someone else."

I saw her reach for George's hand; she clasped it hard, and said, "Let me tell you how I met George. The bastard arrested me. He took me to a filthy holding cell in some cold dungeon he has on that base. I broke down when I saw the cell. It didn't matter to him; he just pushed me in and began closing the door. Then he stopped and watched me cry. He started yelling at me, telling me how I was ruining my life and how stupid I was being. Suddenly, I realized he wasn't yelling that I was a useless crack-whore slut, which is what I was. He was telling me that I was hurting myself. Nobody ever said that to me before, but I heard him then, and I lost it. I collapsed on that horrible dirty mattress and bawled like a kid." George sat down next to me and uttered one word. She looked at me with tears in her eyes and said, "He asked me, 'Why?' Nothing more." Looking at George, she continued, "For the first and only time in my life, I spilled my guts. Crying, hysterical at times, I told him everything. I don't know how long it took; it must have been hours that George sat there with me. When I was finally done, he just stared at me for the longest time. Then he got up, softly squeezed my shoulder, and then locked me in that cell. He left me there for 14 hours. I didn't see anybody, didn't hear anything. I was cold and hungry the entire time, coming down off a crack high. Finally he returned and told me that it was time to see the judge. Normally you get a chance to clean up and put on a fresh jail suit before you appear in court. Not me; he made me go in there as I was. The defense attorney didn't say anything; the judge was about to sentence me to jail when suddenly George stood up and asked to address the court. I'll never, ever forget what he said, or what he looked like in his full dress uniform. I can quote him verbatim to this day, but what matters is that he told the judge that justice would not be served if he remanded me to jail. He wanted me in rehab. The judge and the attorney looked shocked, with reason; I was an addict, a whore, and a three-time loser who was obviously guilty of the crimes that George had charged me. And suddenly hard-ass George was on my side? After some hesitation the judge gave me a chance at a 90 day rehab with four years of hard time if I screwed up. I jumped on it." Looking back to George, she said, "I haven't touched crack since the day that George busted me."

Stepping back and looking at both of us, she added softly, "George, David, I don't walk the streets now, but I am still a whore. It is the only way that I can save money for school and provide for my daughter, but if you two don't want to talk to me anymore, I understand. I am sorry, George."

She found herself being hugged from both sides.

George said, "As long as you keep fighting, I'm in your corner. And you will make it, I know you."

I added, "Mary, I am glad we met, and happy to think of you as my friend."

It was a good thing that the bar was deserted, and we were in a dark corner. Mary just held us and cried.

Monday evening, Marge got in around 5:30 and had Chinese dinner in her hands. She came over to kiss me, but I just grabbed the bags and took them to the counter, while saying, "Great, we are all starved!" When I turned around she was looking at me with a pensive expression. I said, "Why don't you change clothes in the bathroom while I get things ready?" 

Her face paled as I turned away and started to get dishes out of the cabinet. Whatever she was going to say sputtered out into silence. I was still furious over her lie last night.

Dinner was a quiet "affair" and the kids noticed but didn't say anything. Marge wasn't too hungry but I made a point of eating a lot. Marge did make several attempts at conversation which I mostly ignored. Then I realized that I was being stupid and was tipping my hand. While last night's sex was just average for me, I had made it extra good for her, and she was probably still feeling good about it. My being an asshole now was just cheap. And I didn't want her to call off the affair before I had evidence.

I made a point of shaking my head, and said, "Sorry everyone. I've been distracted about a work problem, and I brought my troubles home. Let's start over. How was everyone's day?"

We chatted through dinner with the semblance of normality. I made it a point to smile at Marge a couple of times and to be attentive to her. 

Marge went to bed ahead of me. I pushed the thermostat up about five degrees.

After waiting an hour, I checked the voice recorders, but again got nothing of interest.

I walked into our bedroom; it must have been 77 degrees. I got ready for bed, got in, and rolled away from her without saying anything.

She quietly said, "Night, honey." 

Without rolling over, I said, "Why are you wearing that flannel top? It's certainly not cold in here."

She was silent a moment, and then said, "Honey, I'm just cold; that's all." 

I decided to push it. I rolled over to her and embraced her. She hugged me back. She felt really sweaty. "Are you feeling sick?" I asked with concern.

She said, "I don't think so; I've just been cold at night lately."

I pushed my hand up to her unmarked tit and, while fondling it, said, "I know a few ways to warm you up."

She stiffened, sighed, and said, "David, I am sorry; I'm just too tired."

I rolled away and said, "It's okay."

Marge moved to me and spooned me, saying, "Honey, yesterday was just incredibly wonderful, but I'm just too tired tonight. Tell you what, Wednesday I have an easy day. I'll rock your socks off Wednesday night."

I just murmured, "It's okay."

After some seconds she pulled away and went back to her side of the bed. 

Things were cold Tuesday morning; I left at the normal time and drove to work. George called to let me know that he installed the GPS on Perez's car last night and gave me the website and login information.




Payback



I checked out the site; it showed me that dickhead was across town.

Deciding that it was time to check the bedroom voice recorder, I let the office know that I would be back in a couple of hours, and drove home.

Marge had gotten a call from her best friend, Ashley, Monday morning. Almost immediately, Marge told her that she had had incredible sex this weekend.

Ashley squealed, "You fucked Will this weekend?"

So, Ashley knows. I wondered if her husband Mike knew and didn't tell me, the bastard.

"No, no, David. It was Sunday night. I wanted to fuck him Saturday night like usual, but he spent all day working outside and was too tired," Marge replied. She went on, "But Sunday night was awesome. I had six big orgasms and seven little shivering ones. It was absolutely the best sex I have had in years!"

Ashley said, "You came thirteen times? I've never, wow, I've never even come close to that."

"I came from his fingers, his tongue, and then from fucking," Marge gushed.

"What made it different than usual?" Ashley asked.

She thought a moment. "I don't really know. We didn't do anything new or different; other than David gave me a great massage and he used his fingers a bit more. But I, maybe I was real horny, I don't know. Everything he did just set me off more. His touch was perfect, always the right speed, the right softness or firmness, just perfect."

Ashley said, "Wow."

She continued, "Then when he started fucking me, God it felt so good. I climaxed the first time his crotch hit my clit, then again almost right away. I squeezed David so hard that he had to hold still inside me until I let him loose. I usually cum two or three times when we do it; by the time I came the fifth time, I knew that this was special. David just did everything I needed at exactly the right time to pleasure me."

"Better than a Will-fucking?" Ashley shot back at her.

"Oh, yes. Making love with David is always better. This time was super better," Marge replied.

"Then why are you fucking Will?" she asked with a smile in her voice.

"It's different," Marge replied. "David makes love to me; I feel so safe with him. Will just fucks me. It feels good, but I'd never want David to just use me like that. But both are good. I know that that doesn't make any sense, does it?"

"It does to me, girlfriend. It's the thrill, the raw passion, spreading your legs to a special friend. Oh I know, that's why I started fucking Brian Sears last year." Then she giggled, "Plus he has that horse-cock."

Marge giggled back. "And yeah, that's why you stopped fucking him; that horse-cock made you bowlegged."

"God, I was always so sore after he fucked me. He is gentle, but it's one thick cock. It's fun to fondle and neat to just look at, and say damn!" Then Ashley added, "Hey, next month, Mike will be out of town for five days. I think I am going to let Brian fuck me on the first day. I'll be sore for the next few days, but should be fine when Mike comes back."

"Really? Damn. I thought you were done with him."

"I am, since last year; I thought that Mike was getting suspicious. But Brian and I keep in touch. With Mike away for five days, I thought I would indulge myself."

"You will tell me all about it," Marge ordered.

Ashley countered with, "Only if you tell me all about Wednesday with Will and David, including all the dirty details."

Marge said, "Deal."

Then Ashley asked, "How's your breast?"

Marge replied, "The mark is fading, but I can't let David see my breasts for another three or four days. I've been changing in the bathroom and putting flannels on at night. He hasn't noticed."

Ashley asked, "You'd better be careful. Has he said anything about the lack of sex?"

"No, but I have to take care of that." Then she giggled and said, "I was thinking, I never had a chance to do this before, but...I was thinking about fucking David Wednesday night. I never had two guys in the same day before."

Ashley said, "I've done that a couple of times; it's a real turn-on. Just make sure you buy a douche before you do David, that cum goes deep."

Marge said that she would, and then they said their goodbyes.

I don't think so, Marge-slut!

And Ashley was a slut, too. Should I tell Mike and risk ruining his life? That was just wrong. Then I remembered thinking that he might be a bastard for knowing and not telling me. He would want to know, just like me. 

I would give him a copy of this recording after I took care of Perez.

The next call of interest was again Ashley, from earlier this morning. Their conversation had a different tone from Monday's.

Marge called and said, "Hi, Ashley."

Ashley picked up on Marge's tone and asked what was wrong.

"David noticed that I was wearing flannels and changing in the bathroom with the door closed. He asked me about it when he got in bed. I told him that I was cold, but Ashley, the room was hot as hell. I was sweating all night in those heavy flannels. I don't think he believed me, but he didn't say anything else. Then David wanted to have sex, but I couldn't risk him seeing the bruise. Sunday I had pulled the night light out, but David had fixed it, so I told him no again. He was hurt. I tried to make it up by telling him that I would fuck him hard Wednesday, but he didn't seem to care. We lay there with this wall between us. And worse, I just kept thinking about fucking Will, not David."

I closed that file and saved it; I didn't need to hear anymore.

Digging through the Internet, I ordered a semen detection kit and had it shipped to my office.

Next, I drove over to the motel. Perez's car was by his room, but it was lunch time. I went over to the bar. Mary wasn't working, but I saw from the front window that Perez was in a booth. looking at the menu.

I figured that now was good. I walked to his motel door and knocked. I didn't get an answer so I used the key to open the door. 

This time I ignored the bed and walked into the other room to see his laptop on and showing a Quickbooks accounting screen.

I pulled my thumb drive out, inserted it in his computer, and installed the key-logger program. This time, I didn't bother with screen captures, but checked all e-mails, all websites, all keystrokes, and all data, which included the accounting data. If he was doing anything that I could use to hurt him, I'd be able to find it.

Next I enabled his remote desktop client and checked that the motel wireless had the right port open. It did.

Finally I went to one of the websites that offered a free light version of remote control software and created the account at his domain name. I installed their software which would allow me to take control of his laptop from anywhere; and I'd have his desktop on my monitor. The site records IP addresses of everyone who logs in and so will show that it was installed from the motel network. 

I removed the icons from the desktop and system tray, as well as from the start menu.

Then I brought up his Quickbooks screen and got the hell out of there.

I went back to the office and worked a few hours.

Getting home in a good mood, I was jovial and helpful to the kids and Marge. She looked worried when I first got home, but relieved after seeing that I was acting normally. Around ten she said that it was time for her to go to bed.

I told her that I had some work to finish, and would be up in a while. She answered, "Great, I'll see you in the morning." 

Yeah, just fucking great, I thought. Get enough sleep so you can service your lover tomorrow.

I had a shitload of data to deal with; today's footage, all the files from the bugs, all the files from Willy's and Marge's computers, and the phone bug data. But it wasn't going to be tonight. I did download the data from her car recorder, and put it back in Marge's car.

She was either sleeping or pretending to be when I got in bed. I got as far away from her as possible and went to sleep thinking, tomorrow's the day.

Marge was up ahead of me Wednesday morning which was fine with me. I was sick to my stomach knowing that she was going to cheat on me again today, and that I would have to watch the recording of her pleasuring her lover and being pleasured.

When I went in the kitchen she was finishing making breakfast. I noticed that she was fully dressed for work which was another first. 

She said, "Just in time, sweetie, and good morning."

I grunted and reached for the coffee. After I got a cup and had a drink or two, I turned back to her to find her staring at me with a confused look on her face.

I said, "Sorry, was still asleep on me feet. Or is that my feet?"

She said, "Okay, you're just usually a morning person. Now you know how I feel most mornings."

I didn't reply, just sat down and took a sip. The kids came in and she began serving breakfast. I always help her serving when she cooks, but not today. I didn't look at her but saw out of the corner of my eye that she kept taking quick glances at my face. 

When she put my plate in front of me, she paused and stared at me. I neglected to notice while looking at the door.

As I was about to leave, she stepped in front of me with a worried look, and said quietly, "David, is there something wrong?"

I stared at her blankly and said, "Not that I know of." I hugged her, suddenly affectionately. She melted into my arms, relieved, and said, "I'm glad; I was worried." 

I said, "I love you and I can't imagine living without you. And there is no other woman in this world that I want to make love to." I waited, and then added, "I hope that you feel the same way about me."

She instantly stiffened and made a sobbing noise while holding me tighter said, "Of course I do." Then she whispered, "And I plan on wearing you out tonight."

I pulled away forcefully, and walked out without looking back at her.

I drove to the motel and downloaded the data while waiting for Marge to go to work. I got back home a little after 9:00am.

I spent the entire time in the parking lot wondering how I was going to get through this day; how could I act normally around the slut; what I was going to do? How am I going to be able to watch the video of her with another man?

Downloading the data from the bugs took some time. I wandered around the house aimlessly while it copied. 

There was just no way I was going to be able to talk to Marge tonight, or even worse, get into bed with her. 

I started with his e-mails. After a of couple hours, I learned some basic facts.

He had three companies that bought products cheaply and resold them to the local military base, to several Fortune 500 companies, and to the Federal government.

It appeared that he was screwing five women besides my wife, the busy little asshole.

He had a number of e-mails concerning the quality of the products and specifications.

I saved a couple of e-mails for further follow-up. Not much so far, but it was a start.

Next, I copied his three QuickBooks company files and used the key logger program to find his logins and passwords. 

I didn't find much useful there either; I'm not a CPA. I did notice, under expenses, that he had six company credit cards. He even noted the card number in the notes for each card.

Listening to his phone conversations took a long time but proved to be well worth it.

I began to see some correlations between some e-mails and what he was saying on the phone. One call was from somebody in the base's shipping and receiving department. He said that he had a problem getting the last shipment processed because of the duplicate serial numbers. Worse, all future shipments must have unique serial numbers. 

Perez was pissed about that and made it painfully clear that he wasn't happy. The guy insisted that the new auditing software would flag all kinds of things and that they had to be more careful. When Perez hung up he went online and purchased two specialty printers and supplies.

Another call was from a supplier who wanted Perez to buy from him. After a lot of beating around the bush, Willy boy finally said, "Look, the qualification process takes forever. That is just the way it is. But I like you and want to help. The chief of procurement for the base is the guy who approves vendors, but he takes the advice of his procurement agent. I can get him to help you, but it will cost you."

The guy sounded defeated when he asked, "How much?"

"For $5000 cash you can sell $100,000 worth of stuff to the base. And to help you out, you can raise your price by two percent without any problem. Future orders won't cost quite as much."

The guy sounded a little happier. "Okay, how do I get the money to you?"

"Let me know when you have it ready; I'll tell you where to meet me. Two days later, your bid will be accepted."

"Thanks. I'll call as soon as possible."

His next call was from a guy in the base procurement section, which was where Marge worked. The guy gave Perez the amounts that several competitors had submitted on several contracts.

Other than that, he received four calls of interest, all from his sluts; one of the calls was from my wife. It was the same conversation that I had heard from the car recorder. 

Taking a break, I decided that it was time to get a bit more organized, so I set up Marge and Will folders on the flash drive, and sub-folders for video, audio, data, and miscellaneous stuff. I moved everything I had into the folders and made a backup.

It was time to call George.

He commiserated with me for a few minutes, and then I told him that I needed him in his official capacity. 

He was all ears. When I finished he said, "Excellent. Although I can't use your evidence in court, it will unofficially make my ongoing investigation easier. We have been looking into shipping and receiving for a couple of months now. Inventory goes missing, sometimes whole shipments. The paperwork just doesn't show anything wrong, but physical inventories show duplicate serial numbers and below-spec materials. I need to see what you have as soon as possible."

I said, "I have to be out of the house before she comes in; I can meet you this afternoon, at your office."

He said, "No, let's meet at my apartment at 3:00pm; I don't want anyone else involved just yet. Dinner and drinks are on me, also, drowning the pain a bit. I'm driving; you're getting drunk," George said firmly.

I agreed and we signed off immediately.

That was my answer; I would hang out with George tonight and get shit-faced. By the time that I'd get home, Marge would be asleep, and tomorrow morning I could use the hangover as the excuse to stay away from her.

My stomach suddenly sickened; it was almost 1:00pm; she would be with him shortly.

I called Marge's cell phone and got her voice mail. I guess she didn't want to talk to me right now. I left her a message saying that I was going to see George and would be late.

Eventually, I got back to work by starting on the video capture files from Monday to this morning.

There I got my first surprise: early Monday afternoon a woman let herself in with her own card. The asshole immediately got up from his desk, swept her into his arms, and kissed her passionately. They retired to the bed for some horizontal bump and grind. I saved the file.

Tuesday morning, he fucked a housekeeper. It was a quickie; she just pulled her panties off and bent over the bed. When he was done she went to the bathroom to clean up, put her panties back on, and left.

Tuesday afternoon, another housekeeper knocked on his door. He let her in, gave her some cash; she knelt down in front of him and sucked him off dispassionately. 

I copied the scenes for later use.

It was about time to meet George, so I did another full backup, making an extra for George to keep.

George picked me up and we spent about two hours going over what I had found and then we headed to the bar.

It was about 1:00am when we left, but that is about all that I remember.

Thursday morning, I awoke at about nine; the house was deserted, Marge and the kids long gone. 

There was a note on the table. It read, "Since you were so drunk last night, you didn't set your alarm clock. I am not your wake-up service!"

I chuckled, thinking, "She is so pissed. Good! I won't have to work on staying away from her."

Next, I called the office to let them know that I was sick. Then I headed to the motel to get the video that I was dreading to see.

On the way back, George called, saying that the investigation was now making real progress. The guy with the $5000 bribe agreed to wear a wire; the methods that Perez and his buddies were using to steal had been tracked; and a preliminary report had been filed to base command. The expectation was that the MPs would conduct a raid on Perez's office, motel room, and house. His computers would be well searched, and there had better not be any key logger running, sending data to me. I assured him that there would not be.

George thought that the raids would happen in about ten days, and hoped that I could hold off confronting Marge until then. 

Then he added a real kicker: since there was a leak to Perez from procurement, Marge was now considered a person of interest. 

I was about to say, "That was pretty stupid; Marge doesn't steal." Then I realized that I used to think that Marge would never cheat, either.

We promised to talk tomorrow.

I got home and downloaded the motel data as well as the house data.

Then I started watching the Wednesday data until 12:30, but then stopped.

Next, I checked his e-mail and found what looked to be two other vendors who were bribing Perez. Those I forwarded to George.

I found a few e-mails from his sluts. A couple of them gave dates and times when they would be there. I noted those as Perez would be too busy to notice that I was taking over his computer.

Finally, it was time. I couldn't put off viewing the video of Marge. I fast forwarded until he went to the door and my wife walked into the room. 

I stopped the playback and just sat there feeling like my guts were washing out of me. Hollow, sick, destroyed, miserable, mad, I felt them all, and others that I couldn't put names to readily.

Eventually, I started the playback, and watched them embrace and kiss passionately. Other than her reminding him to be gentler, they didn't say much as they undressed each other and rolled on the bed to fondle.

With tears running down my face, I watched him suckle her titties, feel her ass, stroke her pussy, and just play with her body. Worse, I watch her respond to him.

As she fondled him, she began to play with his cock, sometimes stroking, sometimes squeezing the head, and sometimes just holding it lovingly. She was doing to him all of the things that she did for me. 

Then he fingered her to orgasm. She made the same sounds and movements cumming for him as she did for me. I stopped the recording and cried for a long time.

I fast-forwarded through him lapping her to another orgasm, and then her going down on him. 

He pulled her off and began pushing her off the bed. I hit play in time to hear her say, "What babe?"

He said, "On your knees on the floor, hot stuff; lean back on the bed."

She complied as he moved in front of her and stuffed his cock in her mouth. 

He gagged her so she wrapped her hand around his cock. He began a serious face-fucking. She couldn't pull away with the bed behind her; he had her punching herself in the mouth on every stroke.

She got his cock out of her mouth and said, "Easy." He just shoved back in and hammered away at her.

The second time she got it out she said, "Too rough!" 

He just said, "Take it, bitch," and stuffed it back into her.

"Your slutty mouth feels good on my cock. Take it deep," he added while holding her face.

She gagged badly; I thought that she might throw up on his dick. He backed off and began slapping her face with his cock. Then he moved forward and pushed his balls against her mouth, saying, "Suck them, now."




Payback



The bitch had it coming to her, and that's all I can say. I am standing outside of her bedroom window right now, video camera in my hand, watching her suck some guys dick. The hate I feel for her right now is amazing.

There is something else there, too. Something I am surprised to feel. Jealousy. I am jealous of this other man who is getting his cock sucked right now in front of me. And lust. Pure raw lust. I fucking hate this bitch, but damn I want her now! 

I steady the camera and zoom in on her lips wrapped around the guys cock and think back on how I came be standing in her bushes, filming.

I started working for her husband 6 years ago. At first she was never in the office. It was great. I was hired on as a shipping manager. Within three years, I was promoted to general manager. My job was to oversee the daily operations of the company. I had become friends with Tom, her husband. But I was always uncomfortable around his wife, Christy.

She first started to come in to the office about a year ago, and the time spent here became more and more frequent. She was 45 years old. She was a little chunky, but in all the right places. If she was not such a pain in the ass, she would have been hot. And Oh how she loved to order me around!

"Make sure you turn in your reports before you go tonight." Was a favorite line of hers. And she always told me this on a Friday afternoon about a half hour before quitting time when I had plans. 

Tom didn't ever care if I did the reports Monday morning, but Christy was always riding my ass about getting them to her before I left on Fridays. And the kicker was, she would leave for the weekend about the time I was finishing them, and tell me to " ...just leave them on her desk when I was finished."

The hate grew quickly. At every turn she would poke and prod at me. I thought several times of quitting, but I really needed the job since I got a pretty good salary. I just held on with the hope that soon she would grow bored of working, and return back to her country club friends and the lifestyle she lived before taking an interest in the company.

Tom hated having her around the plant as much as anyone. But he was married to her, so he could not complain to anyone but me. And he did it often as he could. 

Last week, Tom informed me that he would be out of the plant on business for two weeks. I would be in charge of everything, but I needed to run everything through Christy. 

Damn! I hated that thought.

Christy had made this first week of Toms absence the longest of my working career. Every request was denied, and every idea was shot down. All of the work orders I submitted to her were rejected, or rewritten, and the shop was in chaos.

Earlier today, I was walking into her office to drop off the reports, and I overheard her side of a private phone conversation she was making on her cell phone.

"That's right baby. He is gone tonight, and all of next week." A pause. "You know I want you to come over. I am all alone." Wicked laugh. "Save your strength, stud. You are going to need it."

I stayed back behind the door and listened to the rest of the conversation, and heard her tell him to come by at 8 pm. She said she would leave her front door open and her alarm off for him. They whispered goodbye, and I heard her cell phone click shut. 

I walked in and caught her staring off into space. She turned to face me, red faced. "What do you want?" she snapped.

I strolled up to her desk, and dropped all the reports in her in box. "Just giving you the reports you always want on Fridays. Thought I would get them to you before you left this time." 

I stood in front of her as she sat in her chair. I never really noticed before, but she has quite a rack on her. I bet those suckers are at least D cups. I stared down the silk business top in to her deep cleavage.

"Good. Now you may go." Christy said, standing up and trying to intimidate me.

"Sure thing." I said walking toward the door. As I reached it, I turned back to her. "So, with Tom out of town till next week, do you have any big plans for the weekend?" I asked coyly.

Christy gave me a shrug, and a little devilish smile crossed her lips. It was only there for a moment, and was replaced by her normal scowl.

"I am staying home, not that it is any of your business." She crossed her arms across that big chest she had been hiding. "Just because Tom is gone does not mean that I do not still have things to do."

"Oh, ok. Sorry I asked." I smiled at her.

Christy did not know what to do. It was obvious I was making her uncomfortable for a change. She could not tell if I had heard her call or not.

In an effort to regain the upper hand she barked out an order at me. "Before you leave, make sure you move those pallets by the bay doors. They never should have been left that close to the door anyways. Make sure you do it tonight, before you go home."

I simply smiled, and closed the door to her office as I walked out. "Fuck you, bitch." I mumbled under my breath as I walked out to my car.

After a quick trip home to change clothes and grab my video camera, I drove across town to a neighborhood about a block from my bosses house. They live in a nice section of town: a place I could never afford on what they pay me. Each lot of their development was pretty good size, and all were separated by tall brick fences. Each driveway had an automatic wrought iron gate at the street to keep out anyone they wanted.

I parked my car and wandered down the street toward their house. When I was just outside of their fence, I looked around briefly to make sure no one was looking. Convinced I would not be seen, I climbed the fence and jumped over. I hid in some bushes up against the house.

Through an open window, I could see Christy sitting on the couch of her living room. That room was bigger than my whole apartment, I thought. She sat there like a queen drinking red wine from a crystal glass, and flipping through channels nervously. She was wearing a short, silky nightie that ended mid way down her thigh.

I checked my watch. 7:45 pm. The sun was setting and darkness was just settling in. I went over close to the window, and pulled out my camera. 

I used the zoom on my camera to check out her panties up close. They were matching red, and appeared to be thin silk as well. I felt my cock start to stir at the sight of them on my little screen. This surprised me, and I kept the camera focused in tightly.

I checked my watch. It was 7:45 pm. The sun was setting and darkness was just settling in. I moved up closer to the window, and for the next few minutes I scanned every inch of Christy's body using the zoom on the camera.

At 7:55, I heard the front door open. I saw Christy tense up for a second, and then stand up by the couch. I saw the older dark haired man come and kiss her. I did not know this man. I hit record on the camera.

His hands ran up and down her body. Their kiss was passionate, but awkward.

"I can't be gone long. Jane will suspect something If I am gone more than an hour." He told her.

He hungrily kissed her neck and ran her hands up under her nightie. I could hear her moaning, and I zoomed the shot up close on her face. I then roamed downward and focused on his hands on her tits.

He pushed her down on the couch. "We don't have time for foreplay tonight. Get undressed so we can fuck quickly." He instructed, already stripping off his own clothes.

For the next 15 minutes I watched as they clumsily fucked in front of me. She sucked his cock, but not well. He climbed on top of her, and fucked her missionary style. 

I watched her face as he fucked her, and zoomed in on her when she came. She was as quiet as a person could be when coming. Her mouth was open, but hardly no sound came out. Ice bitch for sure! I thought.

After he came, he pulled out, gave her a peck on the cheek and promised to be back again soon.

He left as quickly as he came, and by 8:30, she was back laying on the couch, naked, and turning on the TV.

I smiled wickedly, and stopped the recording. 

"I have you now, you fucking bitch!" I whispered, standing up and moving back toward the fence.

It's now Monday, and I arrive an hour late for work. My cell phone has been ringing non stop for the last 50 minutes, but I ignore it. I walk into the plant and everyone stares at me. Someone calls out that Christy is looking for me, and I better go see her right away. I nod and wave to them as I make my way into her office.

I walk in without knocking. I see her sitting at her desk, phone in hand. My cell beeps again, and she turns to face me.

"Finally!" she exclaims as she hangs up the phone. "You had better have a damn good reason for being this late and not calling!" she scolds.

I close the door to her office, and lock it behind me. I smile as I turn toward her, and start to move up closer to her.

"Well?" she stands, hands on hips. "What do you have to say for yourself?"

She looks sexy to me suddenly, standing like this. I watch as her breath moves her tits up and down. I see her grey skirt, ending right above her knees and I wonder what kind of panties she has on under there. I know I will soon know.

I walk right up in front of her. "Shut up and sit down." I instruct, smiling.

Shock registers on her face. "What? You don't talk to me that way! I am your..."

I push her down to her seat by her shoulders, cutting her off. "I said sit down and shut the fuck up."

Christy looks up at me, blue eyes big as saucers. Her hands reach for her phone, but I grab them and place them back in her lap. As I release her hands, I slowly run my fingers up her stomach to the lowest button on her blouse, and undo it.

"What the hell are you doing?" she asks. I see fear in her eyes, and can hear it in her voice.

I smile at her as I pop open the next button. I can clearly see the black lace bra now. "Anything I want." I reply. I put my hand into her blouse and feel her nipple. It is hard at my touch.

"You can't do this. Tom will fire you. I will press charges. This is rape, you touching me like that." She stammers.

I grasp her big tit and give it a nice squeeze, like I was checking a melon for freshness. I then slide my hand out of her shirt and reach around behind me to my back pocket.

As I bring my hand forward, Christy shudders thinking I may have a knife or something, and that I am going to kill her. She squeezes her eyes shut, and does not open them until the CD case falls into her lap.

Surprised, she opens her eyes and looks at the case. "What is this?" she questions quietly. The fear is still in her voice, I note. 

"I think you know. Check the date. Ring a bell?" She looks at my writing on the CD case, and then back up at me. Her face goes white with a realization, and I see her struggle for something to say. She says nothing.

"I taped you. I have it all. The whole wild half hour of you and your little dark haired boyfriend." I laugh. 

Tears fall from her eyes and roll silently down her cheeks. She looks down at the CD, and then back up at me.

"What are you going to do with this?" she quietly asks.

I pause and let her squirm. I reach down and flip up the bottom of her skirt. I push the hem up so all of her legs are exposed to me.

'Nothing." I say. "That one is yours to keep. I have other copies, but I thought you might like a copy to view for yourself."

"You're not going to give it to Tom, are you?" she asks, wiping the tears from her cheeks.

"Nope." I smile.

"Then..." she pauses. "What are you going to do with it?"

I smile and place my hands on the arms of her chair. I lean in close, so our faces are less than an inch away. "I am not going to do anything. But you are going to do something."

I smile again, and stand upright. I begin to undo my belt.

"What do you mean?" she stammers at me.

I reach out and grab her blouse and rip it from her. I see the buttons fly in all directions as they give way, and I see her lace black bra holding those big beautiful tits in. Her nipples are hard as little bullets beneath the lace, and I can see her large areolas through the thin fabric.

I slide my zipper down, and pull out my cock. I place it right against her lips. She pulls her head back, and I grab her by her head by her hair and force it forward until her lips are right against the tip of my cock.

"Don't get any big ideas, princess. You know what you are going to do, and you know you are going to do it well. If I feel one bit of teeth at all, you know I won't hesitate to send a copy of that DVD to Tom, and to all your little country club friends. Won't they all love to watch you get fucked by another member?"

I look down and see shock and fear in her eyes, and then slowly compliance registers. I watch as she parts her lips and takes my cock head into her mouth.

"That's more like it." I moan out, using her long blonde hair to force my cock fully into her mouth. "I watched you suck that other guy, and you don't do it good at all. But you are going to get a lot of practice on me in these next few months." 

I see her eyes look up at me as I let her bring her mouth back down to the head of my cock. She is gagging and choking. When she stops I nudge her head forward again and this time she sucks it in herself to the base. I can feel the head of my dick against the back of her throat. She gags a little again, and slides back down.

She picks up a nice, easy pace, and starts sucking my cock on her own, eagerly wanting to please me. I watch as she closes her eyes and moans softly as she glides her red lips up and down my cock. My hands go down and pull her tits out of her bra. They are even bigger than I had thought they were. I fondle them softly.

"That's nice!" I moan and she picks up the pace, sucking and slurping on my cock. I continue to fondle her tits, and give each nipple a slap and a twist.

I step back from her and her head moves forward with me, trying to keep my cock in her mouth. She is now more willing than I thought she would be.

She looks at me questioning. I am in complete control of her now, and we both know it.

"Stand up!" I order

Immediately she stands. I fondle her tits again, and pull one into my mouth. As I lick and bite it, her hand goes down to my cock and she begins to jack me off, moaning in delight.

I reach up and slap her face, leaving a bright red impression on her cheek. Her hands drop my cock, and go up to her face.

"You never touch me without my permission first. You got that bitch?" I snarl.

Tears fill her eyes and she nods her acceptance.

"I own you now. For now on, you take all orders from me. You do them without question or hesitation. Understand?"

She nods her head yes again. 

"Say it." I order.

"Yes, I understand." She quietly says.

"Good. Now then, lets see what all we have here. Strip naked."

Christy looks at me, then unhooks her bra, and lets it fall to the floor. She reaches up under her skirt, and pulls her black panties down to her ankles, and steps out of them.

"Stop!" I order. Immediately she stops. "Give those to me." I say pointing the panties. 

Christy bends over and picks up the panties. While she does this her skirt runs up and shows off her nice round ass. I reach out and cup it, and squeeze it. I give it a firm swat.

She stands up straight and hands me the panties.

"These panties are soaking wet." I say as I rub them between my thumb and index finger. "You are enjoying this, aren't you bitch?"

Christy looks up at me and a slight smile crosses her face. "Yes." She says with no hesitation.

I take the panties and shove them into her mouth. 

"Suck them. Taste your own pussy. Suck them dry, and continue stripping." I order.

Christy begins to suck the panties, and unhooks the skirt. It falls to the floor, and she steps out of it. She looks to me for direction, still sucking the panties.

I point at her desk. "Bend over that desk, and spread your ass for me."

She quickly steps over to the desk and bends over, using two hands to spread open her ass cheeks for me. 

I see her tight little pink asshole, and I can see her pussy lips between her legs. I run my fingers inside of them, and I hear Christy moan loudly. She intensifies sucking on her panties.

"You like that, don't you bitch?" I tease. She nods her head vigorously yes.

"Well, then lets see how you like this." I say as I slide three fingers into her soaked pussy.

Christy drops the panties onto her desk and moans loudly. Her hips buck and gyrate, trying to force my fingers into her deeper.

I finger fuck her for a short time, and I can hear her breath get louder and shorter. I know she is about to cum.

"Don't you cum!" I order her. She immediately stops pumping on my hand.

I slide my fingers from her dripping pussy. Her juices are running down her legs. 

"No please!" she begs me. "Please make me cum!"

I slip one of my fingers up her tight little asshole. I hear her take a sharp surprised breath, and then feel her push her ass against my hand driving it in all the way. She grinds her ass against my hand.

Her moaning is getting loud, so I reach up and grab her panties, shoving them back into her mouth. She bites into them and begins to suck them feverishly.

I slide my finger out of her ass, and place my cock against it. I lean over her, and whisper in her ear "I bet Tom never has fucked this hole, has he?"

She nods her head no vigorously, but pushes her ass against my cock.

"You want me to fuck you in your ass, don't you?"

Her head shakes yes again and again.

I rub my cock along her dripping wet cunt, and then pull it back and spit on it. I rub her juices and my spit all up and down my shaft. 

I lean back over her, and grab a bunch of her long blonde hair in my hand. I give it a tug, pulling her head back to where she is looking up at me over her.

"Now you are going to get it you fucking bitch. I am going to fuck you in the ass just like you have fucked me here at work some many times" I whisper at her.

I tug her hair again, and push my cock head into her ass. She moans and I hear her scream into her panties.

"I am going to fuck you in the ass for every time you fucked up my weekend plans. For every fucking report I ever had to file. For ever time you ever pissed me off..."

I slammed my cock into her tight ass full tilt. I could feel it rip a little, and could see a little amount of blood come out on my pubic hairs.

Her eyes got huge and she tried to spit out the panties, but I forced them back into her mouth with my other hand.

Slowly I pull my cock back. There was only a small amount of blood, so I knew I had not torn her badly. Not that I really cared either way.

I shoved my cock back into her hard. I drove into her over and over. Her hips were driving into her wooden desk with every punishing thrust. I could feel the whole desk rise up on two legs as I drove into her. Her pain seemed to subside quickly, and soon she was pushing back against my hips, matching me thrust for thrust.

Her tight ass had loosened up and I was sliding in and out of her freely. It was warm and tight, and I pulled her hair often as I assaulted her tight asshole. I forced the panties out of her mouth and pulled her head around to kiss her.

Her tongue entered my mouth the moment our lips touched. Her hands were back on my ass, pulling me with each inward drive into her ass. She was breathing heavily and she was sweating profusely all over her antique mahogany desk. Beneath her was a large pool of cum that had run down her legs and puddled beneath her.

I felt her cum again and again as I pounded her ass. I made her talk dirty to me, calling herself my little whore, my ass slut, my cum sucking bitch and anything else I could think of.




Payback



When I ran out of ideas, she started saying dirtier, nastier things to me on her own. Hearing this prissy little bitch talk like a dirty slut, and feeling her lust burn as I fucked her in the ass was more than I could take. 

As soon as I felt my balls tighten, I pulled out of her and grabbed her by the shoulders. I spun her around and drove her to her knees before me.

She barely made it down in front of me when I began to shoot great gobs of hot white cum all over her face and in her hair. I pointed my cock down and shot another few squirts of cum onto her big tits. By the time I was about to finish cumming she had managed to grab my cock and push it into her mouth.

She sucked and swallowed the end of my load, stroking up and down several times with her beautiful mouth.

When I finished cumming, I pulled my cock out of her mouth. She looked up at me and grinned.

"Now clean yourself up." I ordered.

She used her fingers to push my cum from all over her face into her mouth. She pulled her hair between her fingers and sucked her fingers dry. She licked up and down her big tits until she had licked and swallowed all of my cum from all over her body.

I pointed to the floor behind her. A small glob of cum had landed in the puddle of her cum on the floor.

"That too." I ordered. She wrinkled her nose, then turned and obediently sucked our cum off the floor.

She turned back to me, still on her knees, and was awaiting my next order.

I smiled, and tussled hair, and smiled at her.

"So are we all done now?" she questioned. "Do I get the DVD and all the copies now, and you will leave me alone? You won't show Tom or anyone else now that I have been your slut?"

I laughed heartily. "Been? You ARE my slut forever, bitch! Your service will never be over until I say so!"

A wicked smile crossed her lips. "I was hoping you were going to say that!" she said, as she opened her mouth, and placed my cock into her red lips. 



Payback



Karen and I had been dating for two years and living together for one of them. We're both reasonably attractive in a twenty-something sort of way--no one's wet dream, but we only had eyes for each other, and our sex life was fairly active, if not wildly varied. We were amusedly tired of the mutterings about grandkids from our parents and, so, decided it was time to tie the knot.

My best man, Pete, and my second-best-buddy, Herb, along with a host of friends from school, work and the neighborhood were going to throw me a bachelor party. I knew my buddies and knew I could look forward to requiring copious quantities of aspirin the next day, but that we'd have a good time.

Karen had only moved into town shortly before meeting me and many of her friends would have to fly in for the wedding, but her college roommate, Angie, was going to be her maid-of-honor and was flying in for the week before the wedding. I liked Angie; she was a pistol and knew how to party hard, but she was good friend and I looked forward to seeing her again. Angie got in touch with Herb's wife, Sophie, and they put together plans for a girls' night. Sophie wasn't my favorite person in the world nor even, I think, Karen's, but she was Herb's wife and we spent a lot of time with them. I was politely invited to butt out of knowing what was planned--I ran into Katie, who was Karen's stylist and also one of her good friends one day and she just grinned and said, "Wouldn't you like to know?"

* * *

Since most of my friends were in town, my bachelor party was held the weekend before the wedding. It was pretty stereotypical. I was grabbed after work and hauled off. I was forced to consume way more alcohol than I could handle gracefully. The porn flicks rolled the entire time. The stripper showed up and gave everyone a thrill. I got the incredibly raunchy lap dance that ended with my pants feeling a little uncomfortable. It didn't go any further than that because...leaving aside that the extreme amounts of alcohol might have prevented it anyway...I'm not like that. And neither were my buddies. They knew there was a line you didn't cross and still feel OK with yourself--they just made sure that I was thoroughly embarrassed.

The pre-arranged cab showed up around 1:00 and Pete, my best man, rode along to make sure I was able to stagger into the house. Karen came down in her bathrobe and Pete handed me off. "He's drunk. He stinks because he threw up at some point. I have no doubt he's going to throw up again. Tomorrow, he's going to hurt like a son-of-a-bitch. And now, he's all yours; may you have joy of cleaning him up. Our work here is done: all desire for partying purged, virtue relatively intact, prime husband material dutifully delivered to the doting girlfriend!" With that, Pete staggered back to the cab and was gone. 

Karen looked at me a bit dubiously, wrinkling her nose. "It may be part of being a bride to live with the groom having a bachelor party," she said, "but it's not part of the job to clean up after it. You sleep in the guest room and, if you have to puke, you do it in the guest bathroom. Any mess you make will be waiting for you tomorrow." My recollection is she said this in that affectionate, but slightly annoyed, tone that I assume wives always use for drunk husbands but, then again, everything from getting in the cab onward was a bit fuzzy, so maybe not. 

All I know is that I awoke the next morning in the guest room with someone beating on my head with a hammer and a mouth that tasted like absolute shit. Sitting in front of my face on the nightstand were some aspirin and a large glass of water with a Post-It on it saying "Drink Me!" I did and fell asleep again. Several hours later, I awoke for the second and found that they had been replenished. I followed the instructions as before and then staggered into the bathroom, trying to become human again.

Karen met me downstairs with a small smile. "How are you feeling?"

"Like shit," I replied.

"Good!" she said. "Eggs?" I grunted a mild assent, about all the effort I felt like expending, and she turned to the refrigerator. "By the way, how was last night?" she asked casually.

"Umm, excessively drunken?" I ventured.

"Do you remember it?"

"Unfortunately, yes. Just thinking about it makes me a bit nauseous."

She turned and looked at me for a moment and then said, "Never mind. We'll talk later."

I spent the rest of the day somewhat comatose, watching some games on TV. I tried to get Karen to cuddle up a few times, but she just gave me a kiss and said, "Makeup sex is later, buster."

"Makeup sex?!? What did I do wrong?"

"I don't know. That's what we'll find out when you tell me what you did at the party. Then you'll make it up to me."

Oh crap! At least she was smiling.

* * *

That night, as we got under the covers, she said, "Ok, spill it."

"Karen, it was a bachelor party. A typical bachelor party. Just a bunch of guys having fun. Raunchy but no harm. Can't we just leave it at that?"

She started to say something, then stopped. Lost her smile. Tried again, stopped again. Finally, "Mike, I don't really care about the drinking, or the pornos you probably watched, or even if you guys started boasting about other women you've had sex with." She hesitated for a second and looked a little uncertain. "I guess I just want to know what Pete meant by 'virtue relatively intact'...the word relatively..." The look she gave me was a little nervous but it was direct.

"Oh hell, Karen, it was nothing. There was a stripper there. I got a lap dance."

"Go on."

"There's nothing to go on about. I got a lap dance. Yes, there was a stripper on my lap but I didn't maul her, my clothes stayed on and my fly stayed zipped."

I could tell she wasn't thrilled about it but she didn't look furious either, so I added, "Seriously, hon, nothing happened. I promise."

She looked at me for a bit and then said, "OK." She lay back down on her side of the bed. I wasn't quite sure where I stood, so we were just quiet for a while. Then I heard her say softly, "Were her boobs better than mine?"

Now I leaned up on an elbow and looked at her. "Hon, she's a stripper. They were unusually large, they were full of silicone, they barely moved. I'll take yours any day and twice on Sundays."

"Right answer."

* * *

Karen's out-of-town bridesmaids flew in on Thursday, the night of their bachelorette party. At first, Karen thought it was going to be just going out for a few drinks. But, she told me, Angie quickly set her straight on that. 

"Hell no, girl, you're already taking off Friday for last minute stuff but I've talked to your boss about you leaving early on Thursday. We're going into the City, there's going to be lots of alcohol, there are going to be hot men in tiny briefs, and we're going to PARTY! No. No. Close your mouth; I'm not listening. I don't think you understand the concept here. You don't get a vote. Bachelor and bachelorette parties are done TO you, not WITH you!"

Thursday arrived. I was puttering in the laundry room with a leaky faucet when I heard a car pull up. I looked out the window, saw a cab and Angie walking up to the front door.

The stereo was playing kind of loudly and I guess they didn't hear me when, a few minutes later, I walked through to the kitchen for a beer. Just as I passed by the archway into the living room, Angie said, "Let me see. Hell, Karen, you show that granny underwear to someone and they'll just laugh!" Angie had her back to me, but I was in Karen's view and she saw the hitch in my step at hearing this. 

"Angie!!" she said, her face instantly a little pink. 

"Girl, every bachelorette party that's any good has got a pretty serious game of 'Truth or Dare' in it and, believe me, we're either going to know everything we want to know or else. Now, I'm telling you to get your ass upstairs and get some pretty undies on, and hurry up!"

I heard Karen go upstairs for a few minutes. When she came back down, she said to Angie, "All right. Mike's back in the kitchen. Just let me go say goodbye." Angie gave a laugh. "Bye, Mike!" she yelled back to me. "Don't wait up for her!"

Karen walked in. "Are you OK with this?" she asked softly so that Angie wouldn't hear.

"Yeah," I said nonchalantly. 

"Seriously? 'Cause I can not go."

I snorted. "No, the time for backing out has kind of passed. Look, if they talk you into flashing some guys, or dirty dancing somewhere, I don't necessarily want to hear about it, but it's your lookout. I'm not particularly wild about being the inevitable topic of some of the 'Truths' and I have a sneaking suspicion that one of these 'Dares' is going to end up with them seeing how embarrassed you are kissing or being groped by some stripper somewhere. But...well, what I don't know won't hurt me too much, I guess, and you're allowed to be a little wild at these kinds of things. Just no sex, no last fling. Got it?"

She rolled her eyes. "Duh!" Then she grinned at me, "Kissing is sex."

I looked at her in exasperation. "You know what I mean! Your clothes stay on in both the letter and spirit of the law no matter what. Up to that point, have fun! Now get out of here before I get too many disturbing mental pictures and change my mind." I kissed her briefly, swatted her on the ass and walked back to the laundry room.

* * *

I heard the door open and close and peered at the clock. 3:30 in the morning. Low voices, then the sound of someone going out. I expected her to come into the bedroom shortly but she didn't appear. A little while later, I heard the shower in the guest room start. I got up, went in and tapped on the bathroom door. "Hon?" There was a long pause. 

"Mike, just go back to bed. I'll see you in the morning." Her voice didn't sound so good.

"Are you coming into bed?" I asked.

Again a pause. "No, I'll sleep in here. Please, just go. I'm not feeling so hot, I may vomit and I want to be alone."

Well, I guess I couldn't complain given that I spent the night in this room when it was my turn.

The next morning I returned the favor and left her aspirin and water. I looked in the bathroom and her clothes were soaking in the sink but she hadn't puked all over the place. A couple of hours later, I thought I heard her voice talking and went upstairs and tapped on the door. "I'll be down in a few minutes, Mike, let me just clean up a bit." 

About a half an hour later, the sounds of the shower still coming from upstairs, Angie came breezing in through the back door. She didn't look so good, it had to be a wicked hangover, but she gave me a half-smile, a buss on the cheek and said, "Where's the bride-to-be? Never mind. I'll go find her."

"What's up, Angie? You look like a couple more hours in bed would feel really good."

"Oh, you really know how to make a girl feel good, don't you, buster? We've got things to do. There's a wedding tomorrow, if you haven't heard. See you!" and, with that, she was gone. They didn't come down for a while, a couple hours, in fact. Finally, I grabbed two cups of coffee and went back upstairs. As I poked my head in the door, their conversation suddenly cut off. "Coffee anyone?"

Angie stood up and took the cups, "Thanks. We need this desperately."

I looked at their faces, which seemed rather serious for two girls nattering about tomorrow's wedding. "What are you gals talking about? Come on down and join the fun."

"It's just girl stuff," said Angie firmly, "and you are not a girl. Shoo. Go play some golf or do whatever it is that guys do when they don't want women around." She pushed me out of the room and closed the door. I shrugged and went back downstairs and, a little while later, I heard them come downstairs.

"We're off for some shopping. We'll be back late in the afternoon. Don't forget the rehearsal and rehearsal dinner tonight. Try to be sober and presentable." With that, they were out the door. I didn't see her the rest of the day. The rehearsal was the usual chaos and the dinner afterwards was spent talking to all the family members, those I hadn't seen in a while on my side and all those I hadn't met on hers. We got home late, with maybe one glass of wine too much in us. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed the back of her neck, but she wriggled away and said she was totally spent from last night's party and the day's activities and needed to get some sleep desperately. 

* * *

The wedding went without a hitch. She looked beautiful. I didn't disgrace myself. No one shouted, "I object." The reception was a lot of fun. It wasn't quite as wild as I expected; all the girls seemed a trifle subdued. I smirked at the superiority of the male's plan that had the blow out with enough time to recover afterwards. I did notice that something seemed to be going on between Karen and Patrice, one of her friends from town who had been at bachelorette party. And maybe something odd about her conversations with Sophie, though it was hard to tell since Karen wasn't usually huggy with her. At one point, I was sitting alone with Angie and Katie and asked about it, but they just said, "Those two were a little brutal in their teasing of her on Thursday. She's miffed. She'll get over it."

Once we finally got out of there, the wedding night was great. I was a bit tired and a bit drunk and was expecting some slow, sensuous sex before we drifted off. Karen surprised me. I slid under the covers and barely touched her shoulder when she rolled over and shoved me down on my back. Her mouth sealed over mine, her tongue stabbing, her hands sliding down and wrapping around my cock. Seconds later, she pulled back and then I felt her lips and tongue slide down the shaft. For the next few minutes or so I had the wildest blowjob I've ever experienced. Her lips and tongue engulfed my cock and balls. Her fingers were tickled my ass. She buried me all the way in her mouth, gagging occasionally, something she had never done before. I felt the orgasm rising but, before it came, she pulled her mouth off my cock, threw her leg over me, and rode me to a shattering orgasm, breasts bouncing from the exertion.

After I recovered, I reached up and started stroking her thigh. "Give me a second to recover, you maniac, and we'll get you in on this action, too."

"Nope. Over the next few days, you're going to make love to me a lot; I'll make sure of that. But every guy just wants to be fucked once in a while and that's a wedding present from me to you. I hope it was a good one. Now roll over and go to sleep like a typical male should." With that, she turned her back to me, pulled the covers up and pretended to be asleep. Hot damn!

* * *

We flew to St. Maarten's for our honeymoon. We did make love a lot. Karen was kind of quiet, pensive at times. I figured she was adjusting to our new status. No matter what anyone says, there's a mental jolt between "this is my girlfriend" and "this is my wife" and she was probably feeling it, too. I tried to talk her into going over to the nude beaches on the other side of the island but just got The Look and we moved on to other topics.

When we got home, we settled into married life that wasn't much different than our life previously. Karen didn't seem to go out with her friends quite as much and, when they came over, there seemed to be some awkward silences once in a while. I don't think Karen had entirely forgiven Sophie, yet, though we did get together with them every couple of weeks or so.

* * * 

That all changed one day. We went over to visit Herb and Sophie, who were having a small crowd over for burgers. After dinner, it was getting a bit late, most of the people had gone home, when someone came up and told me that a branch had fallen on my car. Herb and I walked out front and saw that a limb about four inches in diameter had broken off the neighbor's tree and hit the hood of my car, denting it badly. 

"Damn him," Herb said, "I've been after him to trim those dead branches for months but he's too cheap. His insurance better pay. Let's get a picture before he decides to take the branch away and claim he knows nothing." Herb stepped inside and he grabbed the camera out of the closet and we went back out. Unfortunately, the camera wouldn't work. "Batteries must be dead and damned if I know where we have others. Hold on." He came back out with Sophie's phone which had been lying on the hall table. "Use this and email yourself the picture."

I took a couple of snaps, getting as close as I could. "Better check 'em to make sure the little flash was bright enough," Herb suggested.

I pressed the button for the list of pictures and pressed the arrow key to scroll backwards through them. They weren't bad, about what you'd expect from a cell phone. "They're not too bad," I said as I kept flipping through them. But then I ran past my first picture and I felt my face freeze and a chill run right down my body. "What the fuck!?!"

I was staring at a picture of my wife's face. She wasn't at her best, hair a bit wild, eyes with that look one gets when they've had too much to drink. That wasn't what caught my attention, though. What grabbed my brain and wouldn't let go was the hard cock that was inches away from her open mouth, her hand wrapped around it, semen just starting to spill out of it.

"Mike, what's the matter?"

I ignored him and pressed the arrow key again. Same scene, only now the cock was an inch or two inside her mouth. Click. Now it was a few inches away. 

"Hey, Earth to Mike! What's going on?" Herb reached for the phone. I pulled it out of his reach.

Click. Pan back to show a chiseled, naked, male torso with my wife's head in front of it, her hands on his hips. Click. Pan back a bit more, lower part of the guy's face, wife clearly on her knees, supported by women's hands on either side, one of them clearly Patrice. Click.

Herb stepped forward and grabbed the phone from my hand. "Mike, the car's not that bad. What's the...Holy Fuck!" he yelled. He stared a moment; I saw his fingers click the button a few times; then he looked up at me sadly, "Bud, I am so sorry. I don't know what else to say but...oh fucking hell, I'm just so fucking sorry."

"Herb, I have to go. Give Karen a ride. Sorry I can't stay, but I have to go. Umm, see you." I wasn't exactly coherent; I just knew I had to get out of there.

"No! You're not going anywhere by yourself. Here's the deal: you and I are going to go somewhere and think this through. You want to talk, we talk. You want to yell, you yell. You want to be quiet, we don't say a word. You want to get drunk, we get drunk. But not alone. Ok?" 

"No, no, you got guests. I'm fine," I babbled.

"Fuck them!" he said. "Right now some of my guests are looking like the bad guys and you're one of my oldest friends. Deal?" He looked hard at me. All of a sudden I wasn't really sure I wanted to be alone. I nodded tentatively. "Ok, one sec while I get my house keys. Give me your keys; I don't want you doing a bunk in the next 30 seconds."

He hurried inside. I could see in through the front window and I heard him say to the girls, "Mike and I are going out. We won't be back for a while, see you guys later."

"What?" said Sophie and Karen, almost in chorus.

"Mike needs to get away for a while. I'm taking him. I'll talk to you later."

"What is going on, Herb? Is he sick?" I heard Karen's voice moving my way. She started to step into the front hall and I saw Herb's hand catch her wrist and pull her back a bit. 

"Not a good idea, Karen. You don't want to walk out there right now." His voice had gone very flat and hard as he said this. She looked at him, startled.

"Herb, what the hell?" chimed in Sophie.

There was a short pause. Then Herb said, still in that flat voice, "We needed to take a picture of the car. The batteries in the camera were dead so we used your cell phone that was sitting on the hall table. When we did, Mike saw some of the pictures you had on it."




Payback



"Oh my God!"

* * *

We were in my car; Herb was driving. "What do you want me to do with these?" Herb asked, holding up Sophie's phone. "Send them to me and delete them," I replied.

My phone started ringing. I turned it off without even looking at it. A long pause and then Sophie's phone rang. Herb answered. I could only hear one side.

"Yes, obviously I have your phone."

"I don't know where we're going at the moment."

"No, I don't think Mike wants to talk to her."

"I don't care."

He listened for a while.

"Is that so?"

"I don't agree. He's my buddy and just got shafted about the worst way a guy can be shafted. Right now he needs my help and what you two want isn't even a close second."

"I'll let Mike make that decision."

He cut off some more squawking. "Good night, Sophie," and shut the phone. "Figure out how to power that down, will ya?" he said, tossing it to me.

* * *

We got drunk, stinking drunk. I raged, I cried, I swore I hated her, I threatened to find the guy in the picture and castrate him, I cursed the women at the party up one side and down the other, most of all, I just hurt. Herb listened to it all, nodded when I needed it and kept my glass filled.

I woke up in a hotel bed with a massive hangover. I heard snoring and saw Herb in the next bed over. I lay there until he awoke and we just stared at each other. Finally, he said, "we need to get up, eat and then figure out what's next." He picked up Sophie's phone and powered it up. "Seventeen messages. I don't want to even think how many are on your phone." 

"Are you calling them?"

"Nope. Sophie's got my phone. Text message to it so that they know we're not dead and don't call the police. Other than that, no contact." He sent the message and powered the phone back down.

We cleaned up and went to a diner for some breakfast. "What now?" he asked.

"I can't face her this angry. I don't think I'd ever hurt her, but I don't want to test that theory just this second."

"OK. What shall we do, then?"

"You go home, Herb. This is my problem, not yours. Thanks for last night, but you're probably in deep shit with Sophie right now."

"Fuck that, bud! Umm, have you forgotten whose phone those pictures were on? Have you forgotten who helped set up that little soiree? My wife is in this up to her pretty little nose. The only thing that keeps me from going medieval on her ass is that I'm more concerned about you right now. She can just stew. Here's my thinking. Pete will lend us his cabin. We head out there until you're ready to come home. Just the two of us or we can invite the rest of the guys if you want. Your call."

We did. Herb arranged it with Pete and I pretended not to hear his quiet, "Turns out Karen fucked around on Mike. He needs to get away. Don't tell anyone where he is and let the guy have some pride and keep the reason to yourself. Thanks, man." 

On the way, I employed Herb's tactics, a text message so I didn't have to talk to her. "I'll be gone for a few days. I'm too angry to talk. Right now I don't ever want to see you again. I know that will pass because I'll have to ask WHY you did what you did, but not now. Btw, fuck you!" I noticed there were over thirty messages. I called my boss and said I had to take a few days off for personal reasons. I still had a ton of vacation and he just said, "Sure."

On the drive, Herb said, "Who is the straightest arrow among those girls who went out? Who wouldn't have been a part of this?"

"Karen," I said bitterly.

"Seriously, man, at some point we need to get the story and not just from our wives' mouths."

I thought a bit. "I would have said Angie. She's never lied about anything that I know of, kind of has this 'take me the way I am or fuck off' attitude. But, she was Karen's roommate and obviously I'm no judge of character. Maybe Katie, she didn't look like she was guilty of something when I asked her about the party."

* * *

A couple of days passed. Days with a lot of alcohol and a lot of rage and a lot of self-pity. The self-pity part faded a bit; the rage stayed strong.

The third day, Herb sat down next to me. "I've talked to Angie. I've talked to Katie. I've even talked to Sophie because I couldn't ignore her much longer. Do you want the gist?"

"I don't know, do I?"

"You have to face it sometime. Yeah, I think you should hear it."

"Ok, shoot."

"The stories aren't identical. Bad version first. Sophie said they went out to a strip club where they had rented a private room, got drunk, watched the guys, played a few games that involved some minor stuff like flirting or dirty dancing with some guy but nothing out of hand. Then, as the evening got later, Karen seemed to get wilder. She said she wasn't married, yet, damn it, and anyone was entitled to be a little wild before they got tied down forever. She had a day and half more before she vowed to be faithful." He looked at me. "Keep going?"

"Just tell me."

"As the evening got really late, a couple of the girls headed home. A couple others passed out. Karen started eyeing this one stripper who was, to use Karen's words according to Sophie, hot and hung. He started dancing right in front of Karen and Sophie says that Karen finally looked over and said, 'A last fling is going to hurt no one. He'll never know and I'll never do it again, just a delicious memory of a stud I had for when I'm old and saggy.' " He paused; he could almost see the blows hitting Mike.

"Just tell me, Herb!"

"Fuck, OK. Sophie says things got a little wild at that point. She tried to stop it or slow it down, but Karen wasn't having any of that. Karen pulled off the guy's G-string and started touching. Then, well, according to Sophie, Patrice is totally lesbian and had been eyeing Karen that night. She leans in and starts kissing Karen's neck and stroking her breasts, maybe feeling up under her skirt. Everybody's panting and things look like they're headed for the inevitable. Then somebody, she thinks it was her but she says she was pretty drunk, said that no condom, no fucking. Karen just looks up for a second and then turns and Hoovers the guy into her mouth while Patrice works her into a lather. The result was, well, you saw."

I could tell I'd turned the corner on this because, instead of curling into a mental ball at the thought of my wife in a frenzy over a big cock, I was ready to find the guy, beat the absolute shit out of him, go serve divorce papers on Karen after telling her family why in explicit detail including pictures, then come back and beat the shit out of the guy again, before going and dealing with Patrice. If the police caught me, at least I could explain that explicit detail in a press conference.

Herb let me be for a bit. Then he said, "That's the worst version. Katie was one of the ones who left early, about 1:00. She said she had some hair appointments the next day and couldn't afford to be totally wasted. Her version of the start of the party is pretty much the same. Then, she says, about midnight, the games they were playing heated up a bit. Nothing wrong, just kinda naughty. Dares became things like go outside and flash your tits to a guy driving by or grab some guy in the ass and then pretend it was accident. That kind of thing. She said Karen would probably have been embarrassed if you found out, but nothing relationship-ending. She said Karen was enjoying watching this one stripper they had in the room, making a few really suggestive comments, but they all were doing that. She does remember Karen saying that she was entitled to be wild on her night out if she wanted. Beyond that, there's not much because Sophie was sitting on the couch with Karen and talking to her most of the night. Karen was a bit farther away and the music was loud. Then she left and what she knows about the rest of the night is what has filtered through the girls' grapevine since then."

He opened another can of beer. "Angie's story is about the same as Karen's, though told in a slightly different way. She said she'd tell me about the party because Sophie was there and I had a stake in that part of it. According to her, they were out to be a bit wild and that's what they were. They drank too much. They told secrets they should never have mentioned and did totally harmless things when the secret was too much to say. When I questioned that, she got a bit huffy. She said clearly that what was in those pictures was NOT harmless and of course she didn't mean that! She'd tell you if you absolutely insisted, given the circumstances, but it was none of MY business. They checked out some butts and packages...her words..." Herb said, a bit sheepishly, "...screamed for the men to take more off, got themselves slightly horny just the way guys got themselves horny over women strippers and that's the end of it until the party broke up."

"I asked her what happened then and she got a lot less confident. She says that almost everyone was gone by 1:30, only Karen, Sophie, Patrice and she were left. She was the most bombed of the four and not real sure of details, kind of on a down cycle of a binge. They had a drink or two more and then Sophie said the music had gotten way too loud and got them to switch it to slower stuff in their room. It got kinda nice. People seemed to get a second wind. The music felt sensuous and the guys dancing were following the mood. She admits it was a pretty hot scene and she was thinking about a date with her favorite toy later, but says that it was just a turn on, no one was doing anything. She says she kept drinking though and, before she realized it, she hit her limit and sort of went out of it."

"From then on until the end of the evening, she doesn't remember too much. She has vague recollections of something being really wrong and saying something and it stopped. She has some blurred memories of other stuff going on but she can't remember what. She says the next clear memory she has is finding Karen crying on one of the couches and trying to get her home." Herb paused and then continued. "She got a bit upset then, bud, but didn't try to waffle out of it. She said when she asked Karen why she was crying, Karen said it was because 'I don't feel good and I shouldn't have done it and there's cum on my blouse.' That's it. If it means anything, I believed her."

"Did she say anything else?"

"Yeah, she said Karen called her the next day and they got out of the house to sort things out, but she wouldn't talk about that with me. Said she told the events of the party from her perspective, anything else was between Karen and her, and maybe you, if Karen wanted. She also said she's in town. She flew in two days ago. She said Karen needed someone who would be by her. She wasn't taking sides, though; she wasn't saying whether Karen was right or wrong by showing up, but you had me to talk to and Karen had no one right now."

* * *

You reach a point where you have to go back to living. I wasn't going to spend the rest of my life getting drunk in a cabin; I hadn't done anything wrong. We headed back and I dropped Herb at his house and headed home. Her car was in the driveway, along with a rental I figured was Angie's.

I walked in the door and she was sitting in the room, looking at me as I came in the door. I heard the back door close and figured Angie had given us some privacy...I guess she had faith I wasn't going to get violent, though I wasn't so sure myself. I just looked at Karen.

She looked back, tired and sad. "Hi, babe," she said finally.

I didn't know what to say.

She waited a bit and then continued, "If you're here to say you're leaving me, please get it over with. I only want to say two things first. I'm sorry and I love you."

That made me angry, I'm not sure why. "Sorry? You love me? How about telling me fucking why!"

She flinched. "I can't. I don't know what happened."

"Oh, can't remember? Is that your excuse?"

"No, unfortunately I can remember most of it. At least, enough to know that I did it. I meant I don't know what happened inside me to make me do that."

I couldn't hide the bitter tone. "I don't know, maybe it was that you were...quote...entitled to be a little wild...unquote and...again quote...a last fling was going to hurt no one...unquote...because I'd never know? Or tell me, Karen, was it simply that you had...quote...a day and half more before you vowed to be faithful... unquote? My bad for assuming you wanted to be faithful, that it wasn't just a promise holding you to it!" I was shouting by the end, but I didn't care.

She let me finish, then said, quietly, "I did say the first, though you're making it sound like something other than it was. I said it about some of the dares I had to do, things we had sort of already talked about in the kitchen. I don't think I said either the second or third."

"No? The others who were there need a hearing check?"

She looked down for a while, as if thinking. "Mike, I can't say for sure because I don't remember absolutely every, single moment. But I do remember most of it and I know those weren't thoughts going through my mind, so why would I say it?"

I sat down on the couch and leaned my head back. "So tell me why."

"Are you leaving me, Mike?"

"Honestly?" I asked. She nodded. "I'm not sure, but probably. All I can feel right now is rage and the desire to hurt back." I was staring at the ceiling; I didn't see the tears start to fall at this point. "I don't see how to get beyond this. I don't even understand it so I have no way to deal with it."

"I can't explain it to you. I can tell you what happened but not why. I was drunk. There was a lot of sexual teasing. I know that Angie has told you some of it, the flashing, a little grope here and there. Everyone was a little turned on, but it was all just in fun. Everyone was just enjoying a good perv, but it was nothing serious, nothing that would have changed us." I snorted. "I'm serious. I never once thought about letting any of those guys in my pants or...doing what I did."

"Then, sometime late, things began to change. The music had changed and now it seemed more insistent, it just got into my head and carried me along on it. Touching...not just another person, even touching the fabric on the couch...began to feel really intense, like I was more alive. I guess all the alcohol was really catching up to me because it was just, I don't know...maybe euphoric is the right word?"

"And then." She stopped, flushed a little, then visibly grabbed up her courage. "And then Patrice kissed me. I don't think I'm attracted to women; I still don't, now that I'm sober. But, at that moment, it felt kind of cool, kind of intimate and right. She started touching me, you know, down there, and that little bit of turn on that I had been feeling for hours started to heat up into something big. Before I realized it, I wasn't thinking, I was just sort of feeling. Sophie had one of the guys I thought kind of hot dancing almost in my lap. She was talking to me, kind of the things we had all been saying all night, things like 'I'll bet that lollipop could really ring a girl's bell'. Patrice had me kind of worked up and, I don't know where the impulse came from, I don't know why I did it, but I just slid forward off the couch, reached out and pulled the guys G-string off."

"I don't know where it would have gone next, maybe nowhere. Everything kind of froze for a second. I was just kind of staring at the guy. Patrice kind of breathed 'that is so hot' and leaned into me. Sophie gave me a look and said, 'Shit, Karen, if you're going to do it, get it over with and don't fuck up your marriage later. A fling before is one thing, adultery after is another.' Even Angie sat up at what was going on and kind of stared at me. I must have moved or something because Angie said, 'Jeez, Karen, don't fuck him. He doesn't even have a condom.' And I remember knowing she was right, I couldn't do that, but I was so turned on and everything was so intense that I just had to do something, and Patrice's fingers were driving me over the top and before I knew it, I put pulled him into my mouth." She was openly crying now. "I can't say why, what made me feel the way I did. But I did it and I knew I was doing it. I wasn't thinking about having a fling or going behind your back. It was just something that happened. And now things are totally destroyed and I don't know how to fix them."

"I don't either, Karen," I said. "I don't know how to fix my wife cheating on me."

She flinched at the word. "I didn't quite cheat. I didn't sleep with him."

The anger flared up again inside me. "You're kidding me! He was in your mouth, not your pussy, so it wasn't 'quite' cheating? That's just geography. You cheated because you did something you knew wasn't acceptable in our relationship, not because of what parts touched. I told you that if you ending up kissing a stripper I didn't want to know about it, but it wasn't a big deal because it was just part of the night's games. But you knew damn well that if you pulled that same guy down later for a makeout session, it would have been wrong. Same act, different intentions. You know fucking well what the line is and you know fucking well you cheated!"

"I...I know...I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. I'm scared and upset and I don't know what to do."

"I don't either. What about the next day? Angie got over there awfully early. Like 'let's do a cover up on this' kind of early."

"I called her to come over. I didn't know what to do. I needed someone to talk to. I wasn't planning a cover up. I didn't know whether to tell you and try to get you to forgive me or whether that would make things worse. We went over it and over it but we couldn't decide." 

"In the end," she continued, "it came down to you had said you didn't want to know about things that I might have done. Wait!" she said as I started to respond. "I'm not saying you meant the kind of things I ended up doing, I know that! I'm just saying you already showed that certain things weren't going to make you feel better knowing. And I couldn't change what happened. And I was never going to do it again. It wasn't that I wanted to make this a secret thing, I just didn't want to hurt you more than I already had when I couldn't see any way to fix it."

We were silent then for a long time.

"So, what now?" she finally asked.

"Nothing fundamental has changed," I replied. "I guess I know what happened. I don't quite understand why except that you got so worked up your brain just shut down. I've been drunk and horny before but never to the point I didn't care about anything else in my life, so I guess I don't really understand why it happened. But I'm still so pissed off I can't see straight. The only thing I can think of is wishing there was some way to retroactively cheat on you to make you understand what it's like. So, I guess I grab a few things and head somewhere else. We can figure out details later."

She was crying openly now. "Mike, just stay in our room and I'll move into the guest room with Angie. There's no point in you going back and forth every time you need something."

I started to argue.

"Mike, please! Just do it. I'll stay away from you, leave you alone. If you want to talk, we'll talk. If you don't, we won't." I was tired of being away from home and gave in.

* * *

Angie came in quietly a couple hours later. "Hi, Mike."

"Hi, Angie."

"How are you doing?"

"About how you'd expect, I guess. My marriage isn't even a month old and it's already on the rocks."

"She really loves you, Mike; she's heartbroken over this and doesn't know what to do." She saw the look of anger building on my face. "Wait! I'm just letting you know. I am NOT taking her side in this, even if you think I am. I'm there for support for her...she needs a friend right now...but I don't excuse it in the slightest. I'm not saying you're over-reacting; you're not. I'm just filling you in on the facts: she loves you and wants to try to fix this. And, honestly, so do I. I'm feeling a trifle guilty myself that I got so wasted that I couldn't step in when things got out of hand."




Payback



"Angie, look...," I paused for a moment, "...you aren't to blame here. It wasn't your job to keep her faithful; it was her own. In fact, I'm not really sure that I would have wanted you to stop it." 

She looked at me in shock. 

"No, seriously. Do I want the only reason my wife stays faithful to be because her friend restrains her?"

She shook her head doubtfully. "Hell, Mike, don't ask me. I don't have any clue about this whole thing. I just know that it's a fucked up situation."

"You got that right."

* * * 

And that's where it sat for the next 24 hours: anger and incomprehension on my part, what seemed like despair on Karen's. It was sort of a Cold War, we certainly weren't talking to any purpose.

I was sitting in the family room, watching a game. Karen was sitting in the guest room, watching whatever. About 5:00, Angie came in. I heard her go up and talk to Karen and then two sets of steps coming down. Angie walked into the family room and stepped in front of the TV. "Mike, I need you to come into the kitchen and the three of us talk. I've got some pizza and we can do it over food."

"Angie, no offense, but I'm not really in the mood for counseling or 'you two need to get over this' speeches or some kind of plea for me to forgive her. Forcing us to talk isn't going to solve this."

"You're not going to get a speech. I have something to say to both of you and it's not a rah-rah speech about how much you love each other or some bullshit like that, and I already told you I refuse to take Karen's side in this to win you around. It's some information. You need to hear it. Please?"

We sat in awkward silence with the pizza. Finally, Angie spoke. "That fucked up evening has never made any sense to me," she started. "Two things about it bothered me. First, what Karen did wasn't like her." She held up her hand as I started to react. "I'm not defending her, but I've known her a long time and, even if she did decide to fuck around on you," now it was Karen's turn to make a protesting noise, "she wouldn't have done it that way."

"The other thing was that Herb told me the stories he heard and they didn't really match what Karen told me in some small ways. Mike, look, let me say something here and I want you to just accept it and not assume I'm taking her side. I'm not...absolutely not! However, I am an outsider and maybe have a slightly more objective perspective." 

"Nobody reasonable is going to hold it against you that you're not giving the benefit of the doubt to Karen. She's fucked up the trust between you big time." Karen flinched. "But, from where I sit, Karen's been pretty brutally frank with me. She's given me a blow-by-blow…" she stopped, eyes wide for a second, "…sorry…detail-by-detail account of what she remembers doing. Is she really going to lie about minor details about who said what to whom?"

"So, the long and short of it is that I went and had a little chat with Patrice to get some more details. Eye-opener, to say the least."

"Cut to the chase, Angie," I said. "Forgive me, but I'm not quite in the mood for a lesson on the female social dynamics of cheating."

She looked at me a second. "OK. Sophie hit the four of us with a dose of some Ecstasy-like drug in order to spice things up. Patrice got spiced up to the point where she did things she's mortified about, plus she's whipping herself badly because she thinks she's the cause of your marriage tanking. Is that enough of cutting to the chase for you?"

We sat there and gazed at her in shock.

"Perhaps you'd like a little more detail now?" she asked sarcastically. She went on. "Once I got her talking…which wasn't so easy…she couldn't stop. Evidently, Sophie was pretty wild right up to her marriage."

Karen spoke up, "Yeah, I've heard a few stories, some of them from Sophie that night. When I said something about being embarrassed about flashing a guy, she said this was tame compared to her party. She said she wasn't tied down until she said 'I do' at the altar..." she glanced at me for second, both of us remembering what was supposedly said that night, "it wasn't me who said it, Mike, she did," then continued, "...and since she wasn't asking Herb what he was doing with the strippers at his party she didn't feel she had to tell him what she did with the strippers at hers. She implied it got pretty touch-feely."

Angie said, "Well, from what I'm told, it went beyond that. According to Patrice, Sophie took one of the guys out to the car and had...I'm quoting her quoting Sophie...'one last thrill with a bit of strange before becoming the perfect little wife'. Well, anyway, she was at Patrice all night about how things needed to be livened up. Patrice wasn't sure if it was because she honestly thought everyone should have that kind of fling or because she wanted to get you in a little trouble. Patrice says she's catty about you behind your back, Karen."

She paused, "Personally, while either or both of those may be true, my take on the situation was that the little bitch was considering a little straying herself and figured if everyone was, there'd be no repercussions. But that's just me."

"Anyway, she saw you weren't making any serious moves, so she decided to help things along. She just put whatever it was into the champagne she was pouring and let it dissolve. She knew that Patrice has a bit of a letch for you, Karen...she'd never have done anything about it normally, sweetie; she knew you were straight...so Sophie waited until she knew everyone was feeling loosened up and started whispering to Patrice that you might like the attention...why not give it a try...now or never...that kind of thing. Since she was in your ear a lot, I'll bet she was trying to get you worked up, also, huh?"

"Yeah," replied Karen. "She spent a lot of time whispering how sexy everything was and making me focus on how turned on I felt. Kept telling me to imagine things, fantasy things. I had enough alcohol that it was working."

Angie went on, "Well, I don't know a whole lot about those type of drugs but I do know that it makes everything feel more intense, relaxes you and makes you feel more intimate and enjoy touching. Couple that with major alcohol...one of the better inhibition-killers out there...well, there you go; Patrice gave in. Soon you're all hot and dripping wet and before you know it, you're doing things you wouldn't because you're so fucking turned on the brains just stopped working. About the only time I ever considered passing out drunk as the lucky alternative," she added.

"So, there you guys have what really happened. I'm just going to say one thing to each of you."

"Karen, the fact that Sophie did this doesn't change the fact that, though your judgment was seriously fucked up through no choice of your own, you were the one who cheated. Try to remember that, no matter how he reacts, Mike didn't do a damn thing wrong in this and he has a right to feel the way he does." 

"Mike, I'd just like you to see if you can understand that humans have reasonable limits and maybe this situation wasn't reasonable. I'll leave it at that."

"Where you two take it from here is up to you guys; I'm out of it other than being a friend when you need one." 

* * *

My mind was all over the place for the next couple of days. One minute, I'd start to believe that we could work this out; the next all the jealousy and rage would come pouring back. We talked some, but nothing got resolved. Angie left to go back to her job and life.

I did find myself settling into an understanding of that night and, with it, a bit of acceptance. At times my thoughts would rebel and say something like, "Get her drunk and her real nature comes out." However, as the time passed, I realized I didn't really believe that. Sometimes alcohol makes us do things that appall us sober. Couple that with being stimulated up to a fever pitch by everything around you and drugs in your system...well, if I had that kind of night, had that drug in my system, had my friends egging me on when some woman wrapped her hands around my cock, would I have pushed her away? I couldn't say for sure.

So, acceptance of what happened came slowly...very slowly. But, getting rid of the jealousy, the petty desire to strike back, that was taking longer. It showed. Anger and spite would flare up as we tried to talk and I'd need to get some distance. I couldn't bring myself to say the words, "I forgive you, let's put it behind us."

Karen could see it, what was happening, how I was stuck.

Saturday morning, she came down to the kitchen. She was holding an envelope and I could tell she was tense as hell. "Mike, I want you to let me say something without interrupting. OK?"

"OK."

"I think the bottom line is that we'd both like to figure out a way to make this work, but there's something in the way. It seems to me that the problem is that I hurt you by doing something way outside what we both consider OK and, while you can intellectually come to terms with it, emotions are harder to control. That's made me frustrated and angry a bit, but I've also spent a lot of time thinking about what Angie said. You did nothing wrong; getting angry with you having feelings that are pretty normal is just making the problem worse." 

"However, I can't go on this way; it's killing me. And it's killing you. Your entire life is on hold right now and I can tell that you're completely frustrated. So, I screwed it up, therefore, I need to do what it takes to get closure on it."

She handed me the envelope, "Here."

I looked at it for a moment. "Are those divorce papers?"

She gave sort of a brittle laugh. "Anything but. Just read it."

Dear Mike,

I love you. I can't say that enough. I love you.

 I know I've hurt you and, while I would do anything not to have done so, I can't change that now. From listening to you and talking to your friends, I realize that, though you're too good a person to hurt me or anything, there's a part of you that wants payback. It's an ego thing. You may not admit it to yourself, but it's there. I accept that. I even understand it. If the tables were turned, I think I might feel the same way.

So, this is your Free Payback letter. 

Find any woman you choose--it can be someone you pick up in a bar, an acquaintance who is willing to extend benefits of that type, a prostitute--any woman you choose, though I pray it won't be someone I have to face each day for the rest of my life.

Do anything you want with her for an evening. You don't need to seek my approval for any plans. You are not constrained by any marital agreements. You don't need to clear it with me. If you tell me the day it's happening, I won't call you in the evening...but you don't have to if you just want me to wonder if it's happening every time you come home late.

There will never be any recriminations--I've already agreed to your choices. You will not need me to forgive you because you will have done nothing wrong.

I know this doesn't make things right. Agreeing to let you have sex with someone else is not equal to my doing it without your agreement. I know that. However, I hope it will ease some of the feelings of anger and you have pent up. 

Anyone. Anything. No strings, except please don't bring home an STD.

I love you,

Karen

"You want me to do this?" I asked, more than a little shocked. And excited, I had to admit.

"Of course I don't want this! But I'll do anything to fix this and if that means allowing revenge sex, then I'll do it."

I sat and thought about it for a while, through all of breakfast, then the rest of the morning. Then I said, "Me just going out and screwing some bimbo isn't the same thing. You point out that doing it with your permission isn't the same as cheating. Well, it's more than that. You did it and I found out...that was bad. What was worse is that I had to see it; I had to look at pictures. I have mental images that I cannot get out of my mind. If we're getting even, you go through what I went through. You look at pictures after."

She paled, "No way, Mike."

"Ok, then take your letter back."

"Mike, please! I don't want to look at the pictures. Just get laid and let's try to move on."

"You said you'd do anything. This is the deal. Otherwise, take the letter back, Karen and we take our chances."

She stared at me, eyes burning, then turned to leave. At the door, she looked over her shoulder for second, "Just do it. Get it over with and put an end to this whole thing."

"Pictures?"

"Yes, pictures, you asshole!"

* * *

Thursday. "Karen, I won't be home until very late. Please don't call me this evening." I looked at her steadily and deliberately.

I saw her stiffen. She said nothing for a long moment, then said quietly, "OK."

* * *

Friday. I was home very late the night before and out of the house at the crack of dawn, cell phone off. At the end of the day I left Karen a message, "Karen, I need to talk to Herb to sort things out about what has happened last night. I'll be home late and we can talk tomorrow and finish this."

I heard Herb's phone ring later and then heard him say softly, "Karen, whatever Mike intended has already been done. He needs to talk. Give him some space tonight; he'll be home later." Pause. "I swear it's just us here, Karen and we're just talking. I've never lied to you and I'm not starting now. Look, if it's any consolation, I think he's figuring out how to deal with it. He's got more life in him than I've seen since before."

* * *

Saturday morning. "Karen, please come into the family room; I have something I want you to see." I had her sit on the couch and then handed her the remote for the DVD player. Her eyes got a bit wide.

"I recorded everything. You watch to the end of the disk. You do not quit early; you do not fast forward; you do not close your eyes."

She was crying. "Please, Mike..."

A note of anger crept into my voice, "You agreed."

She got a bit angry, too, "Pictures, not hours of homemade porn of you with someone."

"It's not long, just a few minutes; I've edited it down. Probably no longer than you spent with that guy's cock in your mouth that I get to watch every fucking day on my mental movie screen." 

She recoiled at that. 

"You watch. Otherwise, I know your promises are still not great. I'm going out while you do."

* * *

She pressed Play.

A young, oriental woman. (he has always liked oriental women, she thought) Already topless (good boobs), sliding off her panties. Mike's voice offscreen, "Come over here." The woman walks off to the left. Indistinct talking. 

Film jumps in an edit, then some more (explicit) sounds off camera. Female voice. "That feel good?" (oh God, how could she sit through this?) An answer that had a bit of a moan in it. (no doubt of the answer)

Edit jump. Man on his back, hands clenched into the pillow above his head. Woman's hair falling forward to obstruct the details, but the gentle bobbing leaves no doubt that there is a blowjob going on. (she forced herself to not think, not to dwell, just watch) She watches the man start to stiffen, his legs trembling. Back arches a bit and a groan of pleasure is clear. (she almost hits Stop, but forces herself to continue). He reaches down and winds his hands in her hair, stopping her motion, his hips bucking a bit as the orgasm takes him. (he was always so sensitive as he came)

Edit jump. Focus on girl, her hand moving offscreen. "I think you're ready there big guy. Want me on top?" Camera pulls back to catch them both as she turns and swings her leg over the guy who sits up, grabbing her hips, facing the camera.

Herb!?

The camera spins to show Mike as the camera man. "This original of this is going to Sophie. After Angie talked to him, he had a long heart-to-heart with Patrice. Let's just say that Herb shares my view that fidelity starts long before the vows get said. We differ a b it in that he also believes what's sauce for the goose is sauce for gander. I don't give their marriage good odds at the moment. The rest of what's going on here is none of your business, so this copy of the recording just has me talking from here on in. But you still agreed to finish this."

She hit Pause, the shock overwhelming her. She had steeled herself for the worst and it hadn't happened. Almost like shoving hard against a door you think is stuck, but isn't...you lose your balance. She hit Play again.

His voice continued, "Here's what it boiled down to after a lot of thought. I told you before it was all about trust. If I didn't trust you, there was no point in remaining married. And, when I thought about it, I realized I choose to trust you…to believe it wasn't going to happen again, that it was circumstances you let get out of control and you probably learned that lesson. So, believing that, if I fucked around outside the marriage, what would I be doing to that trust? Screwing it up. Two wrongs don't make a right."

"But I was hurt, was bitter, and you got it right, there was a part of me that wanted some revenge. The bottom line was you went down on that son of a bitch and it wasn't rape. Yeah, you were all fucked up from the alcohol and drugs but, still, you did it. I wanted revenge so fucking bad I couldn't see straight. I did and I didn't...can you understand that? So, in the end I figured it out...how to deal with those feelings and not do something that I couldn't live with."

"I thought about what it was you did to me, what you really did. You remember our talk about kissing, how you could kiss a guy one way and it was just something I didn't want to know, but another way was cheating? Well, I thought about that and realized that it wasn't the physical blowjob that I minded the most--yeah, I hate it, really hate it, but it wasn't the worst. The worst was the thought of you into another guy, totally wrapped up in him, me so far off your horizon that I didn't matter...wondering what you saw in him that you didn't find in me...that something else was bigger than "us" even for just that evening. 

And my payback was to let you taste the same thing. I didn't get blown; I didn't get fucked; I didn't even touch...because I don't go there...but for a day and a half I knew you were feeling a part of what I was feeling. Since Thursday morning, you've been living with the knowledge that your husband enjoyed a good lay with someone else despite what it might do to the relationship."

Karen paused the recording again. She felt relief. She felt fury that he had tricked her this way. She felt like crying from the tension. She felt like screaming that he could be so cruel. She sat there until she could calm down again, until she could reestablish some sense of balance and fairness toward Mike. She gave him permission to do anything, getting angry because he only let her think he had done it...well, she laughed at herself a bit wryly over that one. She was angry, but that pretty much paled compared to what she knew he felt when he saw those pictures. 

Play.

"When I was done, I found myself trying to come to terms with all this. I'm still not happy..no, I'm really unhappy…but I think I can start to see us going forward."

He paused for a moment, looking out of the screen at her. A small smile, the first she had seen in a long while, tugged at his mouth. 

"I had permission to have a lot of fun. I didn't. In fact, all I did was get frustrated watching the beginning of a live porno. So, I plan to fix that. The fact that I didn't end up in the sack with that girl doesn't mean I've thrown away this letter. I'm using it." 

Mike looked at the letter. 

"It says I can choose anyone and anything." He looked up, "I'm choosing you and we'll get to the 'anything' part." His glance went down again. "It also says you have already agreed to my choices. I choose to interpret that to mean you have given up all rights to say 'no' to anything. Therefore, I'm not asking you, I'm telling you." His gaze was steady out of the screen now, giving her a short second to digest that statement. 




Payback



Jim and I sat on the bar stools debating our next move. "I can't believe Rick had someone video tape his stag," Jim said in a pissed off tone. "Who in their right mind would do something dumb like that?" he continued. 

"Word has it, Sharron, his bride to be, wanted proof that he didn't touch any of the girls there that night" I replied. "But shit, I wish someone would have told us," I sighed.

"That bitch watched the tape, and then passed it around to all the girl friends and wife's of the guys who were there," Jim yelled and smacked his hand down on the bar.

"If the little prick was so concerned, why the hell didn't he just tell us, I would have cancelled the girls," I said as I drained my beer. "Now I've got to explain to Sue why I was feeling up one of the dancers and acted like a dumb ass most of the night," I told Jim.

"You think that's bad, I had one of them giving me a lap dance as I sucked on her nipples; I'm dead meat when I get home tonight," Jim followed up with. "Well, I'm not going to bring it up and if she does, I'm pleading the fifth; that I was too drunk to remember what I did," Jim said.

As I dropped Jim off at his house, I shouted, "good luck with Beth," and drove home to see what awaited me.

I walked in and Sue was waiting for me in the kitchen. "Hi honey," I said as I went over to give my bride a kiss. 

"Don't you honey me," she snapped. "Beth and I watched an interesting little video this afternoon," she started. "It had many great actors and actresses, but the one I was particular interested in was feeling up a busty redhead in a g-string," she yelled. "How could you?" 

Seeing that she was really pissed and there was no way to lie my way out of this, I played the Jim card. "I know what I did was wrong, but we'd been doing shots all night, and I was too drunk to know what I was doing; hell I don't even remember much of what happened that night," I responded. "If you say that's what I did, and it's on tape, then I must have done it; but I don't remember it though," I pleaded.

"Bull shit" Sue yelled. "You looked like you were trying to milk a fucking cow the way you were grabbing at her breasts, what else did you do that night?" she asked. 

"Like I said sweet heart, I just don't remember," I said again. "Didn't it show any more of me on the tape?" I asked. 

"Only you with the red head, but there was so much tit and ass groping going around I may have missed something," Sue explained. "You guys looked like a bunch of horny animals," she told me.

"Why don't we have dinner, you can show me the tape, and we'll discuss it like adults," I told her. 

"Can't, Beth has the tape now and is going to make Jim eat it I think." "So Dan, if you think I'm pissed, she was livid," Sue explained. "In one part, it looked like this large blonde was screwing Jim, so she wants to confront him with it tonight."

"It's called a lap dance," I told her. "The girl sits on your lap and wiggles around, no sex, it's just a tease," I explained. 

"Well it looked like sex to us and I don't envy Jim tonight," Sue said looking pissed at me, with her hands crossed in front of her.

Some how I needed to change the subject. "Remember about two months ago, you and the rest of the girls went out to the male review at Tony's?" "You were all so drunk, that we had to come and get you because you couldn't drive?" "What went on that night?" I asked.

"Don't try and get out of this by bringing that up" she shouted.

"I've heard stories of what goes on during those women only nights, maybe Tony has a tape of the last event that he'd be willing to show us guys," I announced. 

"The only thing we did, was to put dollar bills in their Speedo's," she responded. "It was nothing like what we witnessed on this tape," she added. 

We went back and forth all night on who did what and with whom, so by bedtime, sex was not on the agenda.

I picked up Jim on my way into work the next morning. "You look like shit," I told him.

"My wife yelled at me most of the night, and I ended up with her on my lap, trying explain to her what a lap dance was," he said. "Beth really thought I was screwing this girl on a chair," Jim told me. "It didn't help my case that I had my lips on her breasts either," he said with a yawn.

"After you got her all hot with the lap dance did you get any?" I laughed.

"No sex, no sleep, just a lot of yelling about trust and marriage vows, that's all," Jim replied.

After work, I pulled into Tony's. "What are we doing here?" Jim asked.

"Just checking on something," I responded getting out of the car. I walked into Tony's and looked around for the owner. He was sitting behind the bar getting ready for the after work crowd. 

"Hey Dan, long time no see" Tony greeted me.

"I need a favor," I told him. "You know your ladies nights; do you tape them?" I asked. 

"No way, it gets way too wild, and they'd probably shut me down if anyone ever saw what goes on," Tony replied with a laugh. 

I went on to tell him about the stag, the tape and the trouble Jim and I were in.

"Well I can't help you guys, but I'm having another male review in a week and a half, and you and Jim are more than welcome to tape your wife's, as long as it doesn't get around," he told me. I thanked him and told him I'd take him up on his offer and we went back to the car.

On the way to work the next day, we worked out a plan to get even with the girls. "Look, we screwed up granted, but the girls aren't lily white either," I told Jim. "For the next two weeks, we'll be the best and most caring husband the world has ever seen," I told Jim. "We'll bring them flowers and take them to dinner; I want them off their guard when Tony has his next ladies night," I said. 

"Beth will know I'm up to something," Jim replied. 

"Just tell her, you're making it up to her, for being such an ass; she'll eat it up," I told him. "When they mention ladies night, just say that we've playing cards, to have fun and we'll find out what really happens there," I said with a wicked laugh.

For the next two weeks Jim and I were model husbands. We cooked, cleaned and did everything we could to make their lives easier. Saturday night after taking Sue to dinner, I hurried upstairs and lit about 20 candles, all around the bedroom. Going downstairs, I grabbed Sue, blindfolded her and I led her into the bedroom.

Telling her not to peek, I started to kiss and undress her. When she was down to her panties, I kissed her tenderly and asked her to remove the blindfold.

She was really taken back. "Wow, this looks so romantic," she told me. "Dan, you never cease to surprise me," she said giving me a big kiss.

"The surprises are just beginning," I told her as I laid her on the bed and pulled her panties off. Undressing in a flash, I pulled out the massage oil and told her to lie back and get ready for round two.

Warming the oil in my hands, I moved it across her shoulders and down to the small of her back. Kissing the back of her neck, and nibbling on her ear, brought a moan to her lips. I worked in the oil over her back, and down her arms with feather light strokes. Sue was in heaven, and every once in a while she'd instruct me on what felt good and where she wanted me to massage next.

I then dribbled even more oil on her lower back, ass and upper thighs. I made sure I had more than enough, for what I was planning next.

I got in between Sue's legs and proceeded to move my hands up her back and then down over her ass, ending at her thighs. Sue was now moaning as I worked in the oils making sure to lightly touch the crack of her ass and the outside of her pussy as I massaged her inner thighs.

Eventually we were both covered in oil, as I slid my body up and down Sue's back and thighs. My dick was rock hard as I moved it between her thighs and stroked it up and down the crack of her ass. My hands were now moving along the sides of her chest, feeling her breasts and moving under her thighs, as she lifted herself up to give him better access.

I cupped each breast, and played with each nipple until they were hard and erect. Spreading her legs to the max, I could see the moisture on the inside of her pussy as I reached down and rubbed her clit. Sue was really getting into it as she raised up her ass and got on all fours, as I continued to massage her clit and inserted two fingers into her pussy. 

Sue was now pushing back against my fingers, as I worked them all around the inside of her hot box. Finding her g-spot, on the lower side, I worked both that and her clit until Sue yelled "yesss" and came with a gush.

This was just the beginning. I then lubricated my index finger, with oil and juice, inserted it into her asshole and at the same time entered her with one stoke with my dick.

I'm not sure if she climaxed again, or if it was just a body spasm, but pushing both my dick and finger to the hilt brought another moan and a cry from her not to stop. Removing my finger from her ass, I started pounding Sue's pussy hard. I would pull my dick all the entire way out and then slam it back in to the hilt. I kept this up, until I was very close, and then went for what I'd waited my entire marriage for.

Reaching around, I started to massage Sue's clit again as I pulled out of her pussy and placed the head of my dick at her brown hole. A few more drops of massage oil, and a little push, is all it took to get past her anal ring. As I worked in about five inches, Sue gasped, and I felt her ass clamp down on my dick.

"She's not going to climax without me this time," I said to myself as I started stroking away at her tight, virgin ass, as I continued to finger her clit and pussy. 

"Oh fuck," Sue screamed as she started to cum. 

I held off as long as I could, which was about two minutes, before giving her my full seven inches and dumping my load in her ass.

Sue's ass was still gripping me tight; so it took me a minute or two to shrink and finally fall out of her. I then rolled over next to her, kissed her and told her, "wow, you were really hot and into it tonight hon." 

Sue, lying face down on the bed told me, "I'm never going to be able to walk again," she said with a laugh. Eventually she flipped over and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

"Now that's something we've never done before" Sue stated.

"Didn't you enjoy it," I replied confidently. 

"It felt good, just different," she replied. 

"Well you ready for round two?" I asked. 

"Not tonight, I have to work tomorrow, and I don't want to walk around like I'd been gang banged by the Green Bay Packers football team," she told me.

"Well if you change your mind, you know where to find me," I told her giving her another kiss.

I jumped up; got Sue a warm wet washcloth, a glass of ice water and gave them to her.

"I could really get use to all this attention," she told me. 

We fell asleep in each other's arms, and remained that way until morning. I had to leave early, but left a mushy card on his pillow for her; I now had her eating out of my hand.

Picking up Jim, I asked how it went last night for him. 

"Couldn't have gone better," he said. "I gave her a warm bath bubble bath with two glasses of wine; which really loosened her up." "I washed her back and everything else." "She was so hot by the time we hit the sheets, she was begging for me to take her."

Jim explained how he prolonged it for another 45 minutes and then had sex in a chair, just like the lap dancer. "I was sucking and licking her breasts and grabbing her ass as we pounded away; it was just like being in a porno movie; it was great." "After we recharged our batteries, we did it once more in bed; what a night." "Beth is such a lightweight when it comes to alcohol, after three drinks, I could have done anything I wanted," Jim told me.

"Sue too, she can handle no more than 2 glasses of wine before she gets frisky." I added.

"After three she's like a zombie and any more than four she just passes out."

The girl's night was scheduled for Thursday. Jim and I asked the girls, if they minded if we played cards on Thursday night. The girls said no problem, because a group was getting together after work; so they see us later. The plan was on, and all we needed to do was to set up the final details with Tony.

I gave Tony extra money for the girl's drinks, and to make sure the dancer's keyed on them and pushed it to the limit. 

"Just how far do you want it to go?" Tony asked. 

"I don't want them fucked, but beyond that I don't care." "Look, if it get's too out of hand, we'll be here videoing and we'll stop it," I told him. "Tell the dancer's and the MC, the wilder it gets the larger their tip will be; that should get them going," I said with a laugh.

Getting there an hour early, Tony showed us the best spot back stage, where we would be able to see everyone, without being seen. Tony brought us a cooler of beer, a few bags of munchies and told us to enjoy the show. 

By 5:30 the place was almost full, and by 6:00 it was packed with wild, screaming women. The three dancers were built like brick shit houses, and started off fully dressed, but by 6:30 they were down to tight gym shorts. 

The girls ordered one round, and before they'd even finished it, another one was brought out; compliments of the house they were told. This went on until about 7:00, when the tempo picked up. The girls had downed three doubles and were swaying to the music.

The music got louder, and the MC asked the crowd, "do you want to see more?"

All the women started screaming for them to, "take it off." 

Having breakaway shorts, with one tug they were gone and they were down to a skimpy Speedo. They started strutting around the stage, and women started putting money in their waistbands.

Sue and Beth were now hammered, waving dollar bills in the air, and making their way to the stage. As they slipped in the first dollar, Sue let out a yell that was loud enough to wake the dead. Jim focused his camera onto Sue, so he didn't miss anything.

The MC came on stage and shouted, "ladies, ladies, ladies, I still think these guys still have way too much clothing on don't you?" "Why don't we kick it up a notch." "If you scream loud enough maybe they'll peal off another layer, what do you say?" 

The screaming was so loud that I thought my head would split, but one by one they stripped to a tiny g-string.

Two more bouncers positioned themselves on either side of the stage. They weren't there for the women; but to protect the dancers. The MC came up again and said that he needed three volunteers from the crowd to help the dancers. We made sure he'd pick Beth and Sue, but when Shannon took the stage with them, we thought we'd died and gone to heaven. 

"What luck; Shannon," I thought to myself, a little payback was in order. 

He asked the women to dance with the guys, in a very sexy way, as they bumped and ground with them. They even drank a shot of booze that was placed in the waistband of each dancer's g-string.

"Stop, stop, stop" the announcer screamed. "Don't you think we should oil these bad boys down?" the MC shouted. 

The crowd went nuts, I was glad we weren't out there with all those crazy women. He brought out 3 bottles of baby oil and instructed the girls to "really" oil them down good, and to rub it in. 

For the next 5 minutes our wives and Sharron slicked these guys down rubbing every exposed body part at least three times. 90% of the women were drunk and 100% were now sexual crazed. With a nod of the MC's head, one of the dancers took Sue's hand and put it down his g-string. 

The announcer called out, "looks like he wants something else oiled up."

The crowd went wild chanting, "stroke it, stroke it, stroke it." Sue now had both hands in this guys little g-string stroking him for all it's worth.

Shannon, not wanting to be out done, lowered her dancer's g-string and started stroking him as well. Beth was the last one to get into the act as the women in the crowd pressed forward to the stage, for a better look. 

These guys were hung. They had to be at least 10 inches and the black guy that Sue was working on had to be at least 12" and very thick.

"It looks like the guys are liking all this attention and are rising to the occasion," the MC announced to the crowd. A couple of women tried to get to the stage but the bouncers stopped them. 

All three guys now had raging hard on's that stuck straight out in front of them. "With all that hard stroking, I can see their heads are a little swollen; don't you think these lovely ladies should kiss the head and make them feel better?" the MC said to the crowd of crazy women.

"Kiss it, kiss it, kiss it," the crowd chanted as the three women got on their knees. They were all blasted out of their minds and the crowd was controlling the mood of what was happening now on stage.

Shannon was the first to kiss the head of her dancers dick, but then started licking the sides and playing with his balls. Not to be out done, our wives also started kissing and stroking their dancers. Their dicks were so large, it took two hands to hold them, and steady themselves; because one or the other would tumble over after losing their balance. As Sue and Beth struggled to remain upright, Shannon continued to lick, suck and attempted to deep throat her dancer's 10 plus inches.

"Ladies, let's see which one of you can get her dancer off first," the MC announced. "The winner will get their entire bar bill paid in full." 

The chant from the crowd shook the house. "Suck it, suck it, suck it," is what they called out. Each lady, and I use the term loosely, were now doing everything imaginable to get her dancer off. From licking, to sucking, playing with the boys and finally to Shannon's reaming of the guy's ass; and it was all on tape.

Shannon's guy was the first to shoot off. The spray caught her right in the face and dripped down the front of her shirt. She sucked him clean and then started jumping up and down on the stage yelling that she'd won.

Sue was kissing the head of her guy's dick when he shoved it all the way into her mouth. She pulled her head off and puked right on the stage floor. 

You know how when you watch a person puke, you get that choked up feeling in your stomach also? Well Beth, after watching Sue puke, covered her mouth and ran for the bathroom. 

"Looks like these little ladies had a bit too much to drink tonight," the MC said as the crowd roared with laughter. 

The MC then raised Shannon's hand into the air and declared her the winner, and told the crowd to give all the ladies a round of applause, which the mob did. He then told the crowd that the dancer's needed a little break, and would be back in 15 minutes. 

The dancer's came off stage and I tipped them and the MC each $100.00. 

"I go on stage, have a beautiful women give me a blowjob and get paid an extra $100 for it, don't you love it?" said the guy who Shannon had gotten off, the other two weren't quite as happy.

"You guys earned it," I told him.

Jim said he was almost out of tape and that we'd better get out of here before someone saw us. Jim gave Tony cab money for Sue and Beth, because there was no way they were going to be able to drive; at least not for the next 24 hours. We left and went back to Jim's house to transfer the video onto a DVD. 

We'd just finished watching the edited version when their cab pulled up. Beth must have puked because she had something all over the front of her blouse, and she looked like warmed over death. 

I headed for home, and found Sue in about the same condition. She hit the bed fully clothed and never moved all night.

I was long gone to work before Sue even moved. I called her at lunch to see if she was alive, but never got an answer. About 4:00 I called to say I was bringing home dinner and a movie for tonight. Sue said she was a little under the weather, and appreciated me bringing home dinner. 




Payback



On the ride home, Jim and I compared notes about tonight. 

"How are you going to spring it on her" Jim asked. 

I said, "after dinner, we'll curl up on the couch and I'll pop in the movie and wait for her reaction."

Jim said he was going to take her to bed and watch it there. "It's been a long time since I've had a good blowjob, but I bet I'll get one tonight" he said with a laugh.

As I came in with the food, Sue still looked a little green around the edges. "How was last night?" I asked. 

"All right I guess," is all Sue said. 

"You guys must have gotten home just before we did," I told her. "Would you like a little wine with dinner?" I asked. Sue gulped, and said none for her. 

Sue was pretty quiet over dinner, and I wasn't sure how much she remembered from last night; but she'd see it all shortly. 

"What's the movie?" she asked. 

"Some action flick that a guy gave Jim, it's suppose to be pretty good," I told her. "Why don't we leave the dishes for later and watch the movie before it gets too late," I said leading her over to the living room couch.

I could see Sue had no interest in the movie and wasn't even watching it until the MC asked for the three volunteers. She sat up and said, "oh my God," as she saw the three of them on stage. 

"Honey, that one looks just like you," I told her. 

"Turn it off, turn it off right now," she cried out.

I paused it and asked her what the trouble was. 

"Where did you get this tape?" she asked. 

"Someone gave Jim and I copies and told us to watch it; why hon?" I coyly asked.

Sue had her head in her hands as I started it again and never looked up.

I played it up to the hilt. "Oh my God, Sue, holy shit," I said as they got to the blowjob scene. "Jesus Christ, it's Beth and Shannon also," I yelled. Sue never looked up once, or even made a sound. 

I increased the volume, and when the crowds started screaming, " suck it, suck it," I thought she was going to lose it. 

When the tape ended, I said, "Sue, how could you do this to us?" sounding very hurt.

Tears were streaming down her face, as she kept saying she was sorry. 

"God I hope your mom and dad don't see a copy of this tape or anyone else in your family; that would be really embarrassing." 

Sue sat up at that, and just kept saying, "oh my God, oh my God, people wouldn't pass around something like that would they?" 

"Well someone gave me a copy," I replied. "Boy, I wouldn't want to be in Beth's shoes when Jim see's this tape tonight." 

I went into the kitchen, got a beer from the refrigerator and sat next to Sue. "Well, how long have you been cheating on me?" I started. "So is this what you girls do, when you go out after work?" "I guess our sex life isn't good enough for you, you have to go out looking for huge black cocks it seems." "What do you have to say for yourself, not that I'd believe you any way?" I shrugged.

Sue started stammering about not cheating on me and that she was drunk and a million other things before I stopped her. 

"How can you say you've never cheated on me Sue, I have the tape right here." "I thought you enjoyed sex with me and were satisfied with our love life; how many other men have there been?" I asked.

"It was just this one time," she replied. "I know this is going to sound like a broken record, but I don't remember much of what happened last night," she said crying.

"A likely story, I should probably go get a STD test tomorrow to see if you've passed anything on to me," I said as I stood up. "I may have grabbed a girls breast before, but I never did anything like that on a stage in front of a couple hundred people before," I added as I went into the kitchen.

Sue followed me into the kitchen, saying they needed to talk. 

"Talk about what, your infidelities, how you gave a stranger a blowjob on stage; what do you want to talk about Sue?" I asked her. "I may not be hung like your new friend, but if that's what you're looking for, you'd better leave right now." "I'm going to bed now, and I'm not sure I want to share it with you any longer," I said playing it to the hilt.

I walked up stairs as Sue cried in the kitchen. I stripped and crawled under the covers and waited for her; timing her with my watch. Five minutes later she was at the door begging me to let her sleep with me. I pulled the covers back and she undressed and came next to me. 

"I know I can't take back what I've done, but I do love you and want to be with you always." "I'll make it up to you I promise," she said as she moved lower, "and right now."

Sue moved in between my legs, lowered her head to my dick and started licking and sucking it's head. I was about to say something, when she told me to just lie back and enjoy. As it started to grow, she grabbed my dick by it's base and worked it in and out of her mouth, licking and sucking. It felt great as she increased the tempo and speed of her strokes. "Not so hard," I he told her. "Just ease it between your lips and use your tongue," I instructed her.

"Oh much better," I told her as she continued to work on me. I was now face fucking her. As she lowered her lips down on my shaft, I pushed up to get all of my 7 inches down her throat. I felt it building up, and on the next stroke I let loose my first load. 

"Suck it all down," I told her as I shot load after load down her throat. I heard her choke once, but she never let up and milked me dry. 

"I hope you enjoyed that," she asked me. 

"That was pretty good I told her, but with practice I know you'll get better." After that she came up to kiss and cuddle with me. I could taste my own cum on her lips but what the hell; it was worth it.

That weekend they made love at least 5 times and what happened at Tony's was never brought up.

Monday morning I picked up Jim and asked him how his weekend went. 

"Fucking great!" "I've never had so much sex in my entire life, not even on our honeymoon." "After watching the tape, I started to pack an overnight case and she lost it." "I told her if I was going to stay, and try to work it out with her, there had to be some changes made around here." "That night, she almost screwed me to death, and after breakfast we went back to bed and she blew me for almost a full half hour." "The tape was worth every penny we paid those guys," he told me. "I told her there were only three copies so unless someone passed one of them around, no one other than the people there, would know what she'd done."

Monday night, as we lay in bed, I felt the earth move a little, "Rick must have gotten the tape I mailed out Saturday."

It seems that Rick postponed the wedding after seeing what was on the tape. I had edited out Sue and Beth, and had only left what Shannon had done, so he didn't have a clue who had sent the tape to him. I heard that he and Shannon had a real blow up, and I guess he wasn't going to go through with the wedding until she signed a pretty graphic pre-nupual. Something about, since she was such a slut, he wanted some of what she was giving everyone else.

All three girls never brought up either tape again and when Tony's Girls Night came up, they decided not to attend, even though us guys thought it would be a good way for them to prove to us they could be trusted in the future.

"Damm, I could use another tape, well there's always next month," I thought to myself.



Payback



Author's Note: I would like to thank my dear friend Allan for providing me with the inspiration for this story. *

Priscilla Widener was a pretty girl. Everyone knew that. With her long, jet-black hair, startling cobalt-blue eyes, and a petite, perfectly symmetrical nose, she made an unforgettable picture of loveliness to all she met. And standing at an impressive 5' 9" with a bust size that measured just a tiny bit shy of 38 DD, you would think that most men would have fought tooth and nail to get a date with her. But this would be an exaggeration. Why? Because Priscilla Widener was fat. Not fat as in obese, but fat as in zaftig with a little more padding around the caboose—just enough to place her among the ranks of the big and beautiful. Yet most people saw her as fat. In fact, Priscilla herself knew she was fat, and she hated it.

Priscilla didn't start out life as a fat baby. Both of her parents were of nominal weight and she had a more or less normal appetite all through her childhood years. That is, until she got to be thirteen. Then all hell broke loose.

Her parent's divorce was a nasty one and Priscilla was caught in the middle—as is usually the case with children, and especially since she was an only child. What exactly motivated her toward gluttony was at first indeterminable. But as the months went by and she kept putting on more and more weight, her parents finally took her to a psychologist who determined that the girl's weight gain was directly related to the anxiety she was feeling about her parent's impending divorce. By the time she reached her fourteenth birthday, she was 5' 5" tall and weighed 180 pounds.

It was bad enough that Priscilla had to witness the painful dissolution of her parent's marriage, but to have become the constant butt of her classmates' cruel jests was even worse. And it didn't help that her name so conveniently rhymed with some of the children's rather colorful ad hoc phrases: "Priscilla, Priscilla, the big fat gorilla!" Or, "Every day Priscilla just keeps getting Widener!" It was all very demeaning and meant to satisfy that mysterious part of a child's nature that finds amusement in cruelty.

The constant barrage of insults finally drove the congenial girl to adopt a more introverted nature, and by the time she was ready to enter high school, she had acquired only a few friends—mostly girls who suffered from the same malady. Even her relatives, who should have acted toward her with far more equanimity, found it incumbent upon themselves to play amateur psychologist, offering her tips on how to lose weight, or gently scolding her when she attempted to procure a second helping of food at the dinner table. This was all done with an air of concern for the girl's best interests, but it was a futile effort: the nice, amiable Jewish girl from Manhasset was far too intelligent and astute to take her relatives' warnings as anything more than a ploy to make themselves look immensely wise in her eyes, and it only made her act more distant toward them.

Priscilla's father, Alan, was a handsome man of 38, tall, and prematurely gray. He was the senior partner in the law firm of Widener, Scharf and Goldstein, prominent Manhattan attorneys who specialized in criminal law. He was what psychologists would call a "Type A" personality—a person driven to succeed. He pushed himself hard and expected his colleagues to follow his example. The problem was that he expected the same fanatical devotion to excellence from Priscilla, who, like her mother, preferred to travel the road through life in baby steps, pausing every now and then to enjoy the scenery along the way. It wasn't that Priscilla was lazy or indifferent; she wasn't. But she failed to see how her workaholic father could really be enjoying life with the burdensome schedule he kept, or how it could benefit his health by working himself to the point of exhaustion. As her mother and father became more estranged over time, she retaliated by packing on the pounds, and her father mistakenly blamed her gain in weight to laziness, often calling her a "fat and lazy" kid. In time, she began to avoid him, seeking refuge in her books or by hanging out with the few female friends she had made.

Selma Widener was another matter. She was a genuinely caring woman who did everything in her power to keep her daughter happy. She was of medium height, attractive, and at 37 was still every bit as shapely as she was during the height of her modeling career, which she had abandoned once she had married. She had a carefree persona that sometimes belied her otherwise motherly nature. She loved to give parties and thrived on fostering relationships with "progressive" types of people that mostly included women who were either artistic or had achieved some measure of success in the business world. Once she and her husband had divorced, these parties became more or less a "woman's only" kind of gathering wherein the issue of female superiority was always at the forefront of their discussions. Although Priscilla was not allowed to take part in these events, she did overhear much of what was said, and it intrigued her greatly.

Unlike her compulsive husband, Selma did not see the world as a rat race, and could not understand why people must sacrifice their own happiness for the sake of making money. Her own family was middle-class folk—her dad had his own dry cleaning business that he owned with his two brothers and her mom was a housewife. They were never rich, but they had enough money to live comfortably. The most important thing in the Goldman family was love, and Selma learned early that money was only a tool that could buy the comforts of life, but love it could never buy. It was this ideology that Priscilla absorbed, not the success-driven ethic of her father.

It was during her sophomore year in high school that Priscilla met and befriended a girl who was to become her best friend. Her name was Claudia Olivetti, an auburn-haired Italian beauty who lived only a few streets away from Priscilla. Claudia was tall, thin, with big breasts and a perfectly rounded butt that made guys drool. She was gregarious, intelligent, outspoken, and unscrupulously honest. She was the most beautiful girl in school and by far the most popular. Yet, she was very circumspect in regards to her choice of friends, choosing to align herself with those with whom she instinctively felt she could trust, rather than to associate with a wide coterie of "friends" simply because it might be fashionable to do so. She and Priscilla found that they had a lot in common, and in a short time became as close as sisters.

Under Claudia's guidance and loving support, Priscilla began to lose weight. Priscilla's mother and father were legally divorced by the time she was 16, and she continued to live with her mother in the same house while seeing her father every weekend. Both of her parents thought very highly of Claudia, not only for the girl's beauty and character, but also because of her positive influence upon their daughter. In roughly a year's time, Priscilla had shed most of her excess weight and had joined the ranks of Claudia's inner circle. She had never been happier.

It was a few days after her eighteenth birthday that she found Claudia at her front door, holding a CD in one hand, and impatiently ringing her doorbell with the other. As she opened the door, the fiery beauty rushed past her and up the stairs leading to her bedroom.

"Hurry up!" You've got to see this!" the girl exclaimed as she disappeared up the stairs.

Priscilla quickly followed her friend into her bedroom and closed the door behind her.

"My mother is in the kitchen," Priscilla reminded her friend.

"So?"

"So, she might have heard you."

"Oh, I see. You think I have some porno don't you?"

"Well? Don't you?"

"Yes!" Claudia laughed. "But this isn't your usual garden variety kind of stuff!"

"What do you mean?"

"You'll see."

Without another word, Claudia removed a CD and inserted it into the CD player. In moments the image of a young, handsome, and very naked boy appeared on the screen.

"Oh, my God!" Priscilla laughed. "Is that your brother?"

"Yup, it's Tony. Just watch."

Tony was Claudia's older brother—actually, her stepbrother. He was sitting on the edge of his bed bent over such that he could absorb about one half of his huge, erect phallus into his mouth.

"Holy shit!" Priscilla exclaimed. "How did you get this?"

"I stole it from his room."

"No shit!"

"He stuck a camera on a tripod and filmed it. I burned a copy and left the original on his desk. He'll never know."

Priscilla could not take her eyes off the screen. "This is great! I love it. Look at him go! Ha! Ha!"

Claudia laughed hysterically. "Can you believe this? I never knew why he spent so much time in his bedroom! Now I know!"

"Look at the size of that thing! It's got to be a good 12-incher or more!"

"Or more!"

The girls continued to shriek loudly, completely forgetting about Priscilla's mother. To their horror, the door suddenly opened and Selma came walking in asking what all the commotion was about. When she saw the image of Tony on the screen her mouth fell open.

"What in God's name is that?" she asked, amused.

"Turn it off!" Priscilla said to her friend. "Mom, please. Look away, will you?"

But Selma couldn't look away. In fact, she told Claudia and her daughter to be quiet as she took up a chair and watched Tony suck avidly on his prick.

"I know him," Selma said, with a grin. "That's your brother Tony, isn't it?"

"Yes," Claudia admitted sheepishly. "You really shouldn't be seeing this."

"Why not?"

"Because it's something Claudia wanted to share with me, mom!" Priscilla complained.

"Do you think I'm a prude, Priscilla?" Selma asked. "I see this kind of stuff on the Internet all the time. It's nothing new."

Claudia was stunned. "You...you watch porn on the computer?"

"Of course," Selma replied. "You do too. We all do. Even you, Prissy."

Priscilla didn't know how to respond. She did look at adult sites and sometimes got off on the images and movies, but there was no way her mother could have known—or could she?

"Oh, come on, mom," the offended girl insisted. "You're putting us on."

Selma looked thoughtful. "You know, sex is not something to be ashamed of. It's not dirty. So why should you be ashamed if I choose to watch this with you? I think it's ever so much fun watching a guy suck himself off." Suddenly her eyes turned toward the screen. "Oh, look! He's going to cum!"

Sure enough, Tony's sucking had abruptly come to an end as his towering shaft bobbed gingerly to and fro unaided, on the verge of firing its full supply of semen. The three women looked on in rapt fascination as the bobbing tool exploded in front of them. Jets of sticky white sperm flew up an out, splashing uncontrollably into Tony's face; his eyes, nose and mouth all recipients of his copious overflow. Several spurts even flew over his head and hit the wall behind him.

Selma threw her head back and laughed heartily. "This is wonderful!"

"He does tend to shoot a huge load!" Claudia admitted between squeals of delight, standing closer to the screen to make sure she could see everything clearly.

Priscilla felt a tinge of lust emanate from the pit of her loins as she watched successive eruptions of cum shoot up high into the air. Tony's face was now covered in his own randy juices, thick rivulets of semen flowing down the handsome profile and coagulating on his chest below.

"I guess he must like the taste of it!" Selma laughed, as Tony's dick fired off several more ropes of sperm directly into his open mouth, and which he quickly swallowed.

"I'd like to swallow some of that myself!" Priscilla blurted out without thinking.

"Not like you haven't!" Claudia retorted.

"Oh, shut up!"

"Come on, girls," Selma said. "We've all been there and done that."

"Are you kidding, mom?"

"Are you kidding, Prissy?" Selma asked incredulously. "Don't be so naïve."

For his final performance, Tony's cock shot out another two or three more ropes of sperm, which managed to coat the underside of his chin. The long, gelatinous strands hung in obscene display for the women to enjoy.

"I want you to invite your brother over here for dinner this weekend, Claudia," Selma said. "I'd like to see this first hand."

"Are you serious?"

"I'm having a party for some of my friends and I'd like Tony to be the entertainment. Do you think he'll come?"

"I don't know. I guess so." Claudia scrutinized her host's face, still not able to believe that Selma was in fact serious.

"Don't look at me like that," Selma said to Claudia. "I meant what I said."

"You're crazy mom," Priscilla interjected. "He's not coming over here to do that."

"Just ask him, Claudia. Okay?" the older woman said.

"What do I tell him?" Claudia replied. "That he's going to suck himself off in front of a bunch of women?"

"Yes," Selma said. "And he'll get a free dinner out of it too."

"Then he'll definitely come," Claudia chuckled.

Priscilla looked at her mother as if she were nuts. "You really mean it, don't you? It's another one of those...what do you call it again?"

"CFNM."

"Oh, yes, CFNM parties. Oh, God!"

"What's CFNM mean?" Claudia inquired.

"Clothed female, naked male," Selma informed her.

"I've never heard of that before."

"You will," Priscilla said. "Mom throws these parties from time to time."

"You never told me about this."

"It's not something we care to advertise," Selma said. "But I think we can trust you by now."

"I hope so," Claudia replied, looking a bit offended at not having been deemed trustworthy.

"Get him to come," Selma told Claudia. "I think he'll have a good time."

Selma would not explain further, much to Claudia's annoyance. Even Priscilla remained quiet on the subject, in deference to her mother's will. Claudia pressed Priscilla for more information once Selma had left, but all she would tell her friend is that she would have to be patient and to be prepared to be pleasantly surprised.

"I had no idea your mom was so..."

"Out there?" Priscilla asked.

"Yeah. She really is something else."

Priscilla nodded her head in agreement as the two girls sat down to watch Tony Olivetti jerk himself off all over again.

On the night of the party, there were about a dozen women in attendance. They were all somewhere between the ages of 30 and 60, a motley assortment of women impeccably dressed in formal gowns and exuding an air of infinite self-confidence.

Priscilla had chosen a sleek black gown for the occasion, with a simple string of pearls around her neck as her sole accoutrement. Selma wore a lovely emerald-green gown and a stunning emerald necklace adorned with diamonds. Except for the color of their gowns, the two women could have passed for sisters.

Selma had introduced her daughter to all the guests and Priscilla found herself quite at home in their presence. Claudia showed up after most of the other women had arrived, looking astonishingly beautiful in her red satin gown. Her brother Tony, standing at an impressive six feet, two inches, was dressed in a three piece dark blue suit, and looked every bit like a movie actor. More than one pair of hungry female eyes rested upon his sublime presence for longer than what might have been deemed proper etiquette, but he didn't seem to mind the attention.

For Priscilla, this would be the first time she had been officially invited to one of her mother's parties. She had made cursory appearances beforehand but was never allowed to stay too long. Now that she was eighteen, Selma felt it was time that her daughter should learn about CFNM and the women who lived that enigmatic lifestyle. Priscilla was more than happy to oblige. She had seen more than a few handsome young men in attendance at these parties and she was curious to see just what all the fuss was about. Invariably, whenever her mother threw a CFNM party she had been forced to stay over a friend's house, never knowing what really went on. Now she was about to find out.

"It was nice of your mom to invite me," Tony said to Priscilla. "But I don't understand why. I mean, I'm the only guy here."

"Don't worry. You're going to enjoy it."

"With all these hot women around? No doubt about it. And I'm sure the food is going to be great."

"I wasn't talking about the food," she replied, turning to Claudia with a sly smile.

Tony looked perplexed but Claudia deflected his questions and led him away toward the dinner table.

It had been decided that Tony would remain in the dark as to what his real purpose for being there would be. Claudia had insisted upon this course of action because she had been the butt of Tony's pranks for years, and now she felt that it was time he was paid back for all the tricks he played upon her. At first Selma and Priscilla tried to dissuade her from this vengeful plot, but the more Claudia went on about the sneaky and perverted things Tony had done to her, the more they became convinced that he needed to be taught a lesson. The guests had been prepped by Selma as to what to expect, so there was an air of anxious expectation pervading the atmosphere once everyone had sat down to dinner. Little did Tony suspect that, even as he took his first mouthful of food, he was going to soon become the object of the women's unbridled amusement.

The dinner began at 8:00 p.m. and ended just before 10:00 p.m. By this time most of the women were quite drunk. Even Tony, who normally held his liquor quite well, was feeling tipsy. In fact, he was feeling so uninhibited that he actually volunteered to tell his inebriated listeners about the many stunts he had pulled on his innocent sister, laughing gaily as he told each story while Claudia sat next to him wearing a wan smile. He thought he had the women in the palm of his hands. But if the liquor hadn't dulled his senses he would have realized that they were laughing at him, not with him.

"So you enjoy torturing your sister, don't you?"

Tony had to turn his head sharply to the right to find the source of this comment. "What? What did you say?" he asked the woman.

The woman who had asked the question was called Betty, a tall, middle-aged redhead with huge tits. She had been listening to Tony spout off at the mouth about his devious ploys against his sister and she had decided that she had heard enough.

"I said it seems that you enjoy torturing your sister."

Tony took a huge gulp of beer from his glass before setting it down on the table with a thud. "Yes, I do. Right, Claudia? Little sister? Ms. Naiveté!" He laughed heartily as he put his arm around his sister's neck and pulled her to him. "She's a good sport, aren't you sis? Not too swift, but a good sport!"

Claudia backed away from his drunken embrace and looked at him with disgust. "You're such an asshole, Tony!"

Several women spoke out in agreement with the offended girl's estimation of her brother, prompting Betty to verbally attack him. "You're sister's got that right!"

"Hey, wait a minute!" Tony said, a look of astonishment on his face. "They were all harmless pranks!"

"One of those pranks almost cost Claudia her job," Betty replied. "I don't think that's harmless."

Tony laughed aloud. "And who the hell are you to judge me, huh lady? Everybody knows Claudia ain't the sharpest tool in the shed."

"Go fuck yourself, Tony!" Claudia snapped.

"See what I mean," the young man said, directing his response toward Betty.

Selma could see her evening degenerating right before her eyes unless she could do something to negate the negative emotions now being displayed. She stood up and called for everyone's attention.

"All this bullshit is ruining my party. I'm sure that's not what any of you had in mind."




Payback



She looked directly at Tony and then Betty, both of whom remained silent. "Now that we have all eaten, I would like to invite everyone out onto the lanai. I have something very special I want to show you."

Without further ado, the group slowly made their way outside, where they found a DVD player and a huge screen set up on one end of the patio. After everyone had taken their seats, Selma inserted a CD into the machine and sat down beside Priscilla and Claudia.

"We really didn't come here to watch a movie, Selma," Madison said, a hot-looking blonde MILF with huge tits.

"Trust me," Selma replied. "This is one movie you're not going to want to miss!"

Priscilla and Claudia fought hard to suppress their laughter as the naked image of Tony soon appeared on the screen.

"What?" exclaimed Tony as he saw himself walk about his bedroom in full living color. "What the fuck is this, Claudia?"

"Just shut up, Tony," his sister laughing replied. "It's payback time."

The boy's handsome face and sculpted body made a big impression upon all the women, who looked first at the screen and then at Tony to make certain it was the same person. Amidst the cheers and sexual taunts thrown at him, the startled boy was dismayed by the derisive laughter of his sister and Priscilla, who were heartily enjoying his discomfort.

"I can't believe this!" Tony wailed. "You stole that CD from my bedroom didn't you Claudia?"

"Actually, I made a copy of it," she replied, delighted.

Tony winced and looked back up at the screen, the image of his hand furiously stroking his cock causing him great embarrassment.

The group of women was in hysterics as they watched the young man frantically pull on his cock. Tony looked as if he were going to run away.

"Don't think of leaving, Tony," Selma warned him. "You sit down and watch this or Claudia will show it to your parents."

"She wouldn't dare!" he replied aghast.

"Oh, yes I would, you little pervert," Claudia replied smugly. "Just sit down and watch."

Tony's onscreen image was now bent over, his mouth firmly planted around the head of his huge penis.

"This is great!" shrieked Allison, one of Selma's closest friends. She was a very lovely woman of about 50 years old with short red hair and stunning blue eyes. "I love watching guys suck themselves off!"

"Just like a dog!" Betty roared. "This is too much!"

The women were now laughing and teasing Tony to the point where he felt miniscule in front of them. He was forced to watch as more of his penis disappeared down his throat, provoking gales of laughter from his captive audience.

Claudia, after having spent years as the unwilling recipient of Tony's invariable jests, was enjoying herself immensely as she watched the spectacle unfold on the big screen. She had seen her brother jerk off many times before, unbeknownst to him, while he was on the Internet surfing for porn, thoroughly captivated with the sexy images in front of him. She found it amusing more than a sexual turn-on, although she did enjoy watching the huge ropes of cum shoot out from his cock at the moment of climax. Now, here he was, a six-foot representation of himself on the screen before her and this cheering audience of women, performing auto-fellatio with the most reckless abandon upon his stiff tool, which was now ready to burst.

"Ha! Ha!" Selma laughed delightedly. "I think Tony is ready to explode!"

Sure enough, the young man's head was now bobbing up and down so fast that it was apparent to everyone that his orgasm was imminent.

Priscilla was captivated by the performance, even though she and Claudia had watched it a dozen times already. She knew Tony was ready to blow his load, and she could hardly wait to see the reaction from the women, who were now clamoring in unison for Tony to cum.

Suddenly, Tony's head drew quickly away as he stared down upon his climaxing prick. The women howled with delight as the first huge rope of semen hit him squarely in the face, causing him to turn his head to the right to avoid getting hit again. The second shot sailed right over his head, splashing into the wall behind him.

"What a huge fucking load!" Betty cried.

Again, another creamy burst of semen shot high up into the air from his unaided prick, causing the women to shriek with amazement at the copious flow of sperm.

"This is fucking great!" laughed Lindsay, a tall brunette with very long legs. "I love sperm showers!"

Over and over Tony's huge dick fired off thick ropes of cum, most of which splashed into his upper torso or careened over his head. A few more jets of sperm landed in his face and hair until it was finally over. Priscilla looked at Claudia, who was beaming proudly at what she had done. Tony sat next to her in dismay, looking and feeling totally ridiculed.

When the video was over the women all gave Tony a huge round of applause. Even Claudia found herself clapping.

"You were wonderful brother!" she said, teasing him.

The women agreed.

"That was one of the sexiest things I ever saw!" Allison exclaimed to Selma. "We'll have to hire him for all our parties!"

"Without a doubt," Betty agreed. "I nearly had an orgasm myself watching his cock shoot like that!"

"What do you say, Tony?" Selma asked the boy. "We'll pay you good money if you're interested."

Despite his embarrassment, Tony was intrigued by her offer. "How much?" he asked.

"Let's just say that it's more than you'll ever make working a year at McDonalds."

Tony thought of the new Corvette he had wanted to buy for years but could never afford.

"Okay," he replied. "I'm in."

"Splendid!" Betty smiled. "But our next party isn't until a month from now. I really wanted to see you perform in person. You know, like maybe even...now."

"Yes! Yes!" Allison readily agreed. "You have to give us a show now, Tony. Come on. Whip it out and suck if off for us!"

The lusty group of women suddenly forced themselves upon the boy, playing with his hair, caressing his shoulders and chest, and generally making him feel like a total sex object. All the women insisted that he put on a show for them.

"See what you started, Claudia?" Tony said to his sister as she looked at him with amusement and laughed.

"Serves you right!" she replied. "Give them what they want, stud."

Within minutes he was standing in front of the women completely nude jerking his stiff prick. Every woman, including Priscilla and her mother, got a chance to fondle his taught, muscular body, and a few even stroked his prick.

"My brother tends to shoot really big loads," Claudia admitted to the women. "Don't get too close."

"And how would you know that?" asked Lindsay.

"Yes," Tony asked his sister. "How would you know that?"

"Because I've seen you shoot off many times when you forgot to close your bedroom door."

"You little pervert!" Tony scowled. "You watched me cum?"

"I thought it was funny," she explained. "It's what you get for treating me like you did all those years."

Priscilla thought this was priceless. "Yeah, Tony. Payback is a bitch, isn't it?"

All through this banter Tony continued to jerk himself off, never once stopping, even when he got a little upset with Claudia. He actually loved being the center of attention and having all these lovely mature women watch as he played with his cock in front of them. He especially liked Betty, with her flaming red hair and big tits. As he stroked himself, he could picture his cum shooting out all over her nipples, covering them with his manly white paste. The illusion made his sperm-laden balls twinge.

"I think I'm going to cum, ladies," he announced as he pumped his prick furiously.

"Let's see it," Allison said, staring down at the little slit atop his bloated head.

Tony roared and threw his head back. "I can't believe you're making me do this!" he exclaimed.

A huge jet of white cream flew out of his prick and sailed high into the air as the women watched enthralled. This was followed by a series of multiple cumshots, each one traveling a bit further than the one before it, each rope splashing in the same spot as its cousin before it, creating a viscous puddle of sticky sperm on the floor immediately in front of Betty's feet.

Betty laughed and applauded. "Fuck, yes!" she screamed as the next creamy load of cum landed in front of her.

"I love watching guys shoot their jizz," Selma said. "I love the look on their faces, don't you girls?"

She said this to Priscilla and Claudia, who were both completely in awe of Tony's immense ejaculation.

"If he weren't my brother," Claudia said, "I'd jerk him off myself."

Priscilla was greatly amused by this admission. "Really? You'd give your own brother a handjob, Claudia?"

Claudia blushed at the idea but she was aroused nonetheless. "Maybe," she confessed. "If he were nice to me."

Tony sent one last sticky burst of semen into the air and fell back onto a chair, exhausted. He was greeted with a tremendous round of applause.

"Spectacular!" Selma exclaimed. "Simply spectacular!"

"That's nothing," Claudia said. "He can cum a lot more times."

"Is that so?" Selma replied, intrigued. "I'd like to see that."

Without another word, Claudia walked over to her brother who was now resting in a chair and talking with some of the women, and reached down and took his prick in her hands.

"Hey!" Tony remarked at the intrusion of her hand on his cock. "What are you doing?"

"I told Selma you could cum for us again. I want to jerk it this time."

Tony's face registered first surprise and then amusement. "Are you kidding me?"

"Just let me do it, okay? Sit back and relax."

Her hands felt wonderful on his penis. He had never thought of his sister in this way, but she was so beautiful and sexy, and her hands were so strong yet feminine, that he sat there dumbfounded as she manipulated his giant tool until it was once again as hard as a rock.

"Nothing like keeping it in the family!" Betty laughed as she watched Tony's prick grow to massive proportions under Claudia's insistent tugging.

It took exactly three minutes to get Tony to spurt again; this time his sister's lovely hands brought forth and even greater climax than his first solo effort. Giant ropes of hot white sperm suddenly shot out high into the air in stunning multiple climaxes that made Claudia gasp with pleasure. Tony watched as his sister's insistent handjob produced several, long, continuous arcs of sperm that shot up high above his head and landed on the floor by his feet. The women screamed with joy as the boy was driven to one startling and creamy climax after another by his sister's magical, pumping hands.

"Get out all of his fucking cream!" Priscilla squealed, as the volleys of Tony's hot cum sailed out into the astonished audience.

Claudia's hands were completely covered in sperm, which she used as lubrication to further stimulate her brother's spurting prick.

"Wow!" Allison exclaimed as one long jet of semen landed on her shoe. "That was a big one!"

The women laughed hysterically at each incredible burst of joy juice. It seemed that it would never end.

"Where does this fucking kid get it all?" Betty cried, dogging suddenly to avoid being splashed.

Tony was breathing heavily, his body frozen in position as he watched his sister wring the last drops of cream from his slowly relaxing tool. He had never experienced such an overpowering climax in all his life. Claudia looked at him and smiled. He knew he would never play any practical jokes upon her ever again.

"I think I emptied your balls," his sister laughed as she reached for a bunch of napkins with which to clean her hands.

"You were great!" Tony remarked, his voice full of praise. "No girlfriend I ever had gave me a handjob like that!"

Claudia kissed her brother on the lips. "No more jokes and you'll get more of them."

"No more jokes. I promise."

Both Tony and Claudia received a huge round of applause as his sister helped him to his feet.

Selma was congratulated by her friends on her "find". Tony was indeed a big shooter and he would play an important part in entertaining her friends in the months to come. For Priscilla it was a learning experience in how to control men and, via Claudia's example, how to get revenge and seek recompense for sleights perpetrated against an innocent person. It was something she would never forget.





Payback



"He's going to pop!" Betty laughed aloud as Arnie's body froze.

Selma pulled up hard on the stripper's stiff pole, anxious to see him shoot his cream into the air.

"Oh, fuck!" Arnie screamed, as the head of his prick swelled up like a huge purple mushroom.

A half dozen thick and pasty shots of cum flew up high into the air above Selma's head and out and into the jeering faces of the women seated around her. It was raining semen. Big globs of Arnie's molten sperm splashed into faces, hair, dresses, legs, arms, shoes, and anything else that stood in its way, forcing the astonished onlookers to dodge this way and that for cover. It was useless. The spurts of cum were being launched so quickly and voluminously that within seconds half the crowd was baptized with the stripper's errant spunk. Arnie's face registered first absolute pleasure then shock as he watched his penis expend vast amounts of sperm into the crowd. Selma, too, was astounded at the abundant doses of sperm, but she kept jerking him off nonetheless, laughing through it all as the long jets of hot cream sailed up into the air.

"What did I tell you?" Mary asked Priscilla, her eyes aglow. "He'll keep that up for at least another minute."

"It's fucking incredible!" Priscilla shouted through the din. "I love it!"

Claudia was sitting there, astonished as everyone else, her mouth half open. "God, what a load!"

"Keep jerking him, Selma!" Lindsay roared as she hid behind a nearby table, half crouched down to avoid the onslaught.

Betty and Allison stood smartly behind Selma and watched as their friend's rapidly stroking hand provoked round after round of hot spunk from Arnie's tool. On one sharp upward pull, Arnie moaned loudly as a splendid series of sperm blasts shot out at great speed onto the floor in front of him. Rope after stringy rope was joyously ejected from his tortured prick until the floor beneath his feet was awash in his salty offering.

"He's a cum machine!" Betty laughed, as she watched the spunk fly in all directions.

"I know!" Allison cried. "It's so funny!"

Over and over the persistent hand of Selma Widener coaxed out one mammoth load after another. And then, after almost a full minute, the tired prick was drained.

"I've got to sit down," Arnie complained, as he stumbled into a nearby chair and collapsed into it, his body completely covered in sweat. He received a tremendous round of applause, as did Selma.

"I've never seen a man cum like that," Allison said to Arnie. "What did you shoot? A quart of sperm just now?"

"It felt like it," he replied, catching his breath.

Mary took it upon herself to offer a brief explanation to the crowd as to the 'miracle' behind Arnie's outstanding performance. When she told them about it, the women roared with laughter.

"A fertility drug?" Betty asked Mary. "You gave him a fertility drug?"

"It's called 'Inferitol'," Mary replied. "It's something new on the market."

"I hope you have the patent on that stuff, Mary, because it's going to be a best seller, that's for sure!"

"Mary told me about it beforehand," Selma said to Betty. "Arnie knew about it too."

"And the show ain't over either, right Mary?" Arnie asked. "

"No, Arnie. You can't expect your next ejaculation in about three minutes, with subsequent ejaculations about every five minutes or so after that up to a full half hour. The results will be less energetic as the drug wears off."

"I hope my heart doesn't give out before that."

"Don't worry. The first ejaculation is the most profound. The others will be less so, but no less satisfying."

"Every man's dream I would think," Lindsay said, looking down lustfully upon the recuperating body of the handsome black hunk.

Mary smiled. "It's illegal. I shouldn't even have it in my possession. But the Sisterhood can make good use of it. That's why I'm giving my last supply of pills to Danielle. If I'm caught with this drug on me I could lose my job and go to jail."

"That will never happen," Danielle said, walking up to Mary with her hand outstretched. "Give it up girl."

Without a pause, Mary reached into her purse and withdrew a small pillbox containing the wonder drug. She placed the box dutifully in Danielle's hand.

"Thank you Sister," Danielle said, putting the box in her purse. "Another powerful tool in our arsenal."

Danielle Taylor was the leader of the New York chapter of the Sisterhood and was also the President of "Larger than Life," an organization dedicated to the big, beautiful woman lifestyle. At 6' 1" tall she was a very imposing woman whose mere presence often intimidated most men. She had a large frame and though not fat, she was on the verge of being plump, with a set of tits that proudly stood out in defiance of gravity. She was not beautiful in the traditional sense, but had very fine features and was considered pretty by most. Her long, auburn hair fell to her waistline and her piercing sky-blue eyes denoted a keen intellect that did not suffer fools gladly. She was dressed smartly in a charcoal gray business suit and black pumps, which made her look at least a few inches taller. At just 27 years old, she had achieved more than most women her age, and she was proud of it.

With the pills now securely in her possession, Danielle turned to find Priscilla and Claudia standing next to her.

"Danielle," Selma said, "this is my daughter Priscilla and her best friend Claudia Olivetti."

"Nice to meet both of you," Danielle said, extending her hand to both girls.

"Mom has mentioned you quite often," Priscilla replied. "It's great to finally meet you in person."

Before Danielle had a chance to respond, Arnie suddenly let out a loud groan as his prick once more was on the verge of imminent orgasm.

"Better get out of the way!" Mary shouted.

Within an instant all the women standing around Arnie were seeking shelter from the oncoming sperm bath. They scattered this way and that as the stripper's huge prick rocked back and forth under its own volition without any help from Arnie's own hands.

"Shit! Fuck!" the muscular black man exclaimed as he stared down upon his bobbing tool with disbelief. "I'm gonna cum!"

No sooner had the words escaped his mouth than a huge torrent of hot, white seed spurted out of his enormous dick, sending thick wads of creamy juice high up into the air in front of him, all without the aid of his, or anyone else's, hands. Priscilla and Claudia moved precipitously behind Arnie so that they could watch his cock explode without getting their clothes splashed.

"Here comes another one!" Claudia laughed as a long, stringy rope of sperm flew about 20 feet up into the air in front of her. "There's so much of it!" she remarked, unable to take her eyes off Arnie's spurting tool.

Danielle stood about a good 30 feet away from Arnie and watched with amusement as his unaided prick fired off one volley after another of it lusty contents. She was a very lascivious woman herself and enjoyed the sight of handsome, muscular men shooting their loads in front of her, as most Sisterhood women did. She found herself counting aloud the tremendous spurts of sperm as they shot out at rapid speed into the air and onto the ground in front of the exhausted stripper. This went on for almost a full minute until Arnie's balls were once again emptied of sperm.

Danielle laughed heartily. "What a great way to keep men complacent!"

Several more times Arnie was forced to relinquish his heavy load of semen for the crowd, but each time he produced less and less of his precious liquid until, at last, he was completely and utterly drained of his vital juices. Selma's party was a spectacular success, not only because of the amazing Inferitol drug, but because Priscilla had made a new and very important friend. She and Danielle Taylor would meet for lunch the very next day.





Payback!



Disclaimer: I don't own the Dukes of Hazzard, not making any money, just cheap thrills.

Warnings: Slash, Incest, OOC, Angst

Rating: FRAO

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Summary: This is in response to the picture challenge Elenhin posted a few months ago. If anybody else would like to try their own story, the picture can be found in the challenge photo album. What will Luke do to save Bo?

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The day had started like any other, chores and breakfast, followed by running a few errands. It had been when they were in town that everything had suddenly changed. Luke watched Bo carefully, alert for any sign of a problem. Maybe she had lied, but could he take that chance? No, he quickly decided, he couldn't take the chance, not when Bo's life could be on the line. 

Earlier:

"Hey Bo I'm gonna go over to the bank while you go to Rhuebottoms," he informed his cousin as they climbed out of the car.

"Okay Luke," Bo didn't argue. He might not like shopping, but he liked dealing with Boss even less.

Luke was able to take care of buisness at the bank quickly and was soon on his way to meet Bo. As he walked past an alley he thought he heard somebody whimpering in pain. Turning into the alley, he called out so he wouldn't spook whoever was there. "Is anybody there?"

"Hello Luke," a woman's voice greeted him.

Turning around he was surprised when she stepped from the shadows. "Mary Beth Carver, how are ya doing?" he asked, a smile on his face.

"How am I?" she snarled. "Oh I'm just fine Luke. You and your cousin ruined my life, well now I'm going to return the favor." 

"Look Mary Beth I'm real sorry that you got hurt but it ain't our fault, it was your daddy that was breaking the law."

"Maybe not, but it is your fault he was caught and sent to prison. I've been thinking about it for awhile now Luke and I decided that y'all deserve some payback." Reaching into her purse, she found the object she sought and pulled it out, knowing he would be surprised.

Seeing her reaching into her bag, Luke prepared to lunge for the gun. Stopping in surprised shock, he stared at the syringe she now held in her hand. "Are you sick Mary Beth?" his mind unable to come up with any other reason for the syringe.

"No I'm not, but Bo is. Well to be more accurate, he will be very soon and then he'll be dead," she calmly informed him.

"What?" Luke nearly yelled, fear gnawing at him as he fought the urge to run to his cousin. "What did you do to him?"

"I saw him over at that quaint little general store and well while we were talking I was able to give him a shot in his cute little behind. He didn't realize it of course, I guess he thinks it was a mosquito or something but no matter."

"Wh..." Luke paused, licking suddenly dry lips. "What did you give him?"

"After my daddy went to prison the FBI confiscated everything, including my racecars because Daddy bought them for me." 

Her voice was starting to rise, her blue eyes no longer calm as they flashed with anger. 

"I'm real sorry to hear that Mary Beth but that doesn't answer my question."

"I'm getting to that," she snapped. "I had to find a way to support myself, so I found a job managing a research lab for a major pharmeceutical company. That's where I found this," she said, tapping the syringe. "It's a very interesting virus they've been working with. A very deadly virus," she added. "A few hours after being exposed to it, the victim starts to feel just a little off shall we say. Not really sick, just not quite right. The fun begins the next day, that's when they start to become truly ill. Aches, fever, chills and as time passes they become sicker and sicker until finally their body can't take anymore and they die."

"No!" Luke gasped. "There's a cure right? Please Mary Beth if you want to punish somebody I'm the one who agreed to the sting, Bo didn't want to do it at all. Please don't kill him, he doesn't deserve to die," he begged, hoping that the affection she'd held for his cousin was still present somewhere in her heart.

"Maybe not, but he sure went along with it. You both used me to get close to my daddy just so you could help the feds arrest him." Looking towards the street she smiled when she saw Bo getting into the General. "You're right though, there is a cure and you can have it if you cooperate."

"Cooperate? What do you want me to do Mary Beth?" Luke wasted no time in asking, willing to do anything if it would save his cousin's life.

"Nothing you don't already want to do," she cryptically replied.

"Damn it Mary Beth would you just tell me already!"

"Temper, temper Luke," she admonished.

Swallowing hard, he forced himself to calm down. "Would you please tell me what you want me to do?"

"That's better," she smiled sweetly. "It's really very simple Luke, tonight when Bo is in the bathroom getting ready for bed I want you to enter the room. I want you to tell him that you've been watching him for years and wanting him. Tell him that you're tired of being patient and tonight you're going to take what you've been wanting. If he protests you will do whatever you have to, threaten him, cajole him, whatever it takes to convince him to cooperate. Tell him to go to bed and wait for you..."

"You're crazy, there's no way I'm going to do that to Bo," Luke refused as soon as he could speak again. 

"Well if you'd rather watch him die it's no skin off my nose," she casually responded.

"If I do this you'll give me the antidote for the virus?"

"Yes, and Luke don't think about trying to fool me. I've already set up cameras and microphones in your bedroom, I have to admit I was surpised to see that Bo wears long pants to bed. Maybe he already suspects what you want from him," she taunted. 

"I don't, this is all something you cooked up in your sick mind."

"Oh now Luke that's not true and you know it. We both know you've secretly wanted him for years, I'm just going to help you get what you want. Do we have a deal?"

Feeling sick, he reluctantly nodded his agreement. "When will you give me the antidote?"

"Tomorrow, if you do as I tell you tonight. Good-bye Luke," stepping to the side she smiled when he rushed from the alley and to his cousin. As soon as he was out of sight she broke down laughing as she imagined what Bo's reaction would be to his cousin's confession tonight.

Present:

As the hours had passed with no indication of a problem, Luke dared to hope that she was lying. He had very nearly convinced himself of it by the time supper arrived.

"Aren't you going to eat more than that Bo?" Daisy asked. 

Luke glanced at his cousin's plate, surprised by how little food was on it. 

"I don't think so Daisy, I'm just not very hungry tonight."

"Ya ain't getting sick are ya son?" 

"I don't know Uncle Jesse. Don't really feel sick, just don't feel like myself I guess."

"You have a fight with Donna Jo?"

"No sir, just don't feel right. I know it don't make sense Uncle Jesse, I just can't think of how else to describe it," Bo said as he picked at his food.

"Alright, well you eat what ya can so you don't get sick." Hiding his concern for his youngest, Jesse went back to eating his own supper. The ringing of the phone took them all by surprise. Pushing his chair back, Jesse went to answer it. "Hello Duke farm, Jesse speaking." Casting concerned glances at Daisy as he listened to the voice on the phone, he quickly wrote down the information. "Thank you ma'am, we'll be there as soon as we can." Hanging up the phone he turned towards the kitchen. Stepping over to Daisy, he gently took her hand between his. "Daisy honey that was a nurse at the hospital in Montgomery."

"Aunt Jenny?" Daisy asked fearfully, knowing it couldn't be about anybody else. 

"She's had a heart attack, now they think she's going to recover but she's asking for ya. You go pack a bag, if we leave now we can be there by breakfast time," he told her as gently as he could.

"Yes sir," hurrying to her room, all thoughts of supper forgotten. 

"Luke if Bo does get sick you be sure and call the doc if you think it's needed. Don't you be worrying none about the expense."

"Yes sir," Luke said. He was sure that this was a trick of Mary Beth's so he and Bo would be alone. He hoped it was a trick anyway, even if it was cruel. It was still better than Daisy's aunt really being in the hospital. Luke knew how much it would hurt his cousin to lose her last link to her mother.

It didn't take them long to get ready and within half an hour Daisy and Jesse were gone, leaving the boys alone for at least a couple of days. "I'm tired Luke, think I'll get the kitchen cleaned up and go to bed." Walking back into the house without waiting for an answer, Bo began to get the kitchen cleaned up, knowing Daisy wouldn't like coming home to a mess. Rubbing the back of his neck, he couldn't believe how quickly things had changed. Luke joined him a few minutes later, working in silence they soon had the kitchen put to rights. "Goodnight Luke," Bo mumbled as he headed for the bathroom to clean up.

Taking a deep breath, Luke stood outside the bathroom door, wondering how he was supposed to go through with this. //You'll do it Luke Duke, even if he hates you later. At least he'll be alive to hate you and maybe after he's better I can tell him the truth. God please help me get through this, please let him forgive me someday.// Turning the knob he stepped into the room. 

"Hey Luke, I'll be out of your way in a minute."

"Ain't no hurry Bo," Luke softly said, moving to stand beside him. Putting his hand on Bo's arm, he pressed closer, "I'm sorry for Daisy's aunt, but I'm glad we're alone."

"Yeah? Why's that?" Bo stammered, taking a step away from his cousin. His eyes widened in surprise when Luke followed him, pressing close again.

"So I can do this," Luke whispered. Pushing Bo against the wall, he put his hands on either side of his cousin as he leaned in, kissing him hard. Running his tongue over the younger man's lips, he demanded entrance.

At first Bo could do nothing, the surprise of his cousin's kiss shocking him to the core. As he recovered from the shock he shoved his cousin away. "What the hell do you think you're doing Luke?"

"Oh come on Bo, you know you want it. I've seen you watching me cousin, I know you want me as much as I want you."

"No, Luke I ain't never even thought about you like that," his voice trembled.

"Okay," Luke shrugged, "but I still want you and I'm tired of denying myself."

"What about what I want?" Bo snapped, angry at his cousin for treating him like this.

"What about it?" 

"Ha-ha Luke, very funny joke. Ya really had me going there for a minute," Bo chuckled. "You can let me go now cousin," trying to move past his cousin.

Tightening his grip, he pressed closer to his cousin. "I ain't joking Bo. I want you and I'm gonna have ya, willing or not," he growled. Pressing his lips to Bo's he ran his tongue over the younger man's lips. This time when Bo's mouth stayed stubbornly shut he brought his hand up to violently pinch his nipple. When his cousin's lips parted in an involuntary gasp, he took advantage, shoving his tongue into Bo's mouth as he deepened the kiss, his other hand gripping the back of his cousin's head. 

Bo's mind was reeling as he tried to understand what was happening to him. Keeping his jaw clamped shut he couldn't help the pained gasp as his nipple was twisted and pinched. //No this can't happen, please Luke stop this!// Bo cried out in his mind as he struggled to break free of his cousin's hold.

"Don't fight me Bo," Luke whispered, praying his cousin would listen. "I don't want to hurt you cousin, but I will have what I want. Let me make it good for you too," he quietly added, nuzzling against Bo's neck.

"Please Luke don't do this," Bo begged. "I'll fight you every step of the way, I'm not gonna let ya rape me," wincing at the ugly word.

"You'll only get yourself hurt if you do. I know ways to subdue a man Bo, you can't win."

"Maybe not, but at least I'll be able to look myself in the mirror tomorrow. I'll know that I didn't just lay down and let ya use me like ya want."

Luke groaned, frustrated with the whole situation. "Let me love you Bo," he murmured, rubbing his hand over his cousin's cock. "You like that don't ya Bo? I can feel ya responding to my touch, you wouldn't if you didn't want me too," he lied. 

Bo couldn't help the small moan as his cousin's hand moving over his pajama clad groin brought a surprising response from his body. "No, please Luke this isn't right, you know it ain't right," he protested, though he didn't sound as convinced as before.

"Why not Bo? I want you and you obviously want me too, so why shouldn't we love each other?" Luke continued to rub his hand over his cousin's erection, surprised to feel his own cock twitching as he felt the younger man hardening under his touch.

"We're cousins Luke."

"So, ain't never stopped anybody before," he countered, moving down to suck on one of Bo's nipples, using his body to keep him pinned to the wall.

"We're both men, oh god," Bo moaned as his cousin's hot mouth latched onto one of his nipples. "Please Luke it ain't right, please stop."

"No," he refused, scraping his teeth over the sensitive nub. Hating himself as much for what he was doing as for his own reaction to it, he nevertheless continued. As he used his mouth and hands to torment his cousin, determined to make this good for him, he vowed that when it was over he would find Mary Beth and strangle her. "I want you to go to our room Bo, get in my bed and wait for me," he softly ordered.

"I won't do it," Bo said, denying the urges of his body as Luke continued to stroke him, driving him wild with desire.

"Do it now Bo," Luke ordered, his voice harsher, more demanding. 

"No. There ain't nothing you can threaten me with that will make me do that."

Desperate to save his cousin's life, but not wanting to physically hurt him he tried the first thing that came to mind. "Would you rather have me make love to you or a prison full of men use you for their own pleasure?"

"Prison? What the hell are you talking about now Luke?"

"Simple Bo, if you don't give me what I want I'll set you up for probation violation and you'll go to prison. Where there will be hundreds of other men. Men that you can bet will be more than willing to take a pretty boy like you. Now what's it gonna be?"

"You wouldn't," Bo protested, his face pale with shock and fear. 

"I won't, if you give me what I want."

"How can you do this Luke?" Bo asked, not hiding any of the fear or hurt he was feeling.

"I told ya Bo, I want you and judging by this hard-on ya got, you want me too. I'm gonna let ya go now Bo and if ya know what's good for you I'll find you waiting in my bed when I get to the room." Backing away Luke stood aside, allowing Bo to flee the too small space. The moment his cousin was out of the room he grabbed the sink, letting the solid feel of it beneath his hands steady him. "Damn you Mary Beth for making me do this. Damn me for being turned on by my cousin." he snarled as he stared at himself in the mirror, his eyes filled with self-hatred. "What kind of man am I?"

The moment Luke moved Bo fled the room. Nearly running to their room, he stood in the middle of the room feeling more lost and alone than he ever had before. He didn't understand any of this. Why was Luke doing this? How could he be reacting to his cousin's touch like he had? Moving towards the dresser he thought he would get dressed and leave. Bracing himself on the dresser, he hung his head. "Where can I go though? What if he carries out his threat? I hate the thought of Luke...of being with him sexually, but at least I know him. I thought I knew him," he whispered to himself, his mind whirling with all that had happened in the last half hour. With a defeated sigh he stepped over to Luke's bed and climbed under the covers.

Luke spent longer than usual getting ready for bed, until he couldn't delay it any longer. Stripping down to his boxers, he tossed his dirty clothes in the hamper and walked to his bedroom. Steeling himself for what was to come, he slowly opened the door. Standing in the open doorway he forced himself to look at Bo, his heart sinking when he saw the look of fear on the younger man's face. 

Bo had sat in Luke's bed, the covers pulled up to his chest as he waited for the older boy. The minutes seemed to tick by slower than he could ever remember as time nearly stood still. He wondered what was taking his cousin so long, hoping it meant he had changed his mind. When the door opened, he couldn't contain the gasp of fear as he saw how Luke was dressed, his cock already hardening beneat the cotton material, confirming that his nightmare was only just beginning.

"What are you wearing Bo?"

"My," he swallowed as the word rasped out past his dry throat. "My pajama pants," he finally managed to say.

"I told you to be ready Bo, take them off," Luke ordered.

"Luke please don't," he tried one last time.

"Now Bo," he barked in his best Marine voice.

"Yes sir," Bo sighed. Standing up he slowly stripped, feeling uncomfortable with his cousin for the first time in his life. The moment the pants were off he hurried to climb back into the bed. Pulling the covers back to his chest he stared at his cousin with a mixture of fear and shame as he remembered the way his body had reacted in the bathroom.

Walking to the bed, Luke stood next to it, looking down at his cousin, wishing he didn't have to do this. Stripping out of his boxers, he ignored the look of fear on Bo's beautiful face as he climbed under the covers with his cousin. "I promise I'll make it good for you Bo," he soothed, brushing his fingers down his cousin's cheek. The heat he felt emanating from the younger man's skin took him by surprise, serving as a reminder of why he was doing this. Pulling him close he kissed him deeply, sighing with relief when Bo allowed him access to his mouth. Delving into the moist heat, he explored his cousin's mouth, savoring the taste of him. His mind reeled with shock, the realization that Mary Beth was right, he did want this, taking him by surprise. In the space of a heartbeat the joy he'd felt as he kissed Bo was replaced with despair when he understood the true cruelty of her plan. He would spend tonight in his cousin's arms, loving him with all he had and tomorrow after Bo was given the cure he'd be damned lucky if he'd ever speak to him again. Thanks to Mary Beth he would be forced to spend the rest of his life loving and wanting a man who would forever hate him. Kissing his way down Bo's body, he teased his nipples with his mouth as his hands roamed his body. "You like this don't you?" he asked as his hand stroked his cousin's erection.

"No, no," Bo denied, even as his traitorous body responded to the pleasure his cousin offered. 

"Liar," Luke accused, kissing and sucking his way down the gorgeous body beneath him. 

"Please Luke stop, please don't make me do this," he begged, tears of shame and anger falling down his pale cheeks.

"You want it Bo, stop denying it," Luke replied, ignoring his cousin's tears with difficulty. 

"No, yes, oh god please Luke I can't, please," he plead, his hips thrusting up as Luke engulfed his cock with his hot mouth. 

"You can Bo, I'm gonna make it so good for you," Luke groaned. Raising up he reached for the KY that he thankfully always kept in the nightstand. 

"No, Luke you can't," Bo protested, his eyes widening further when he saw what Luke was doing. 

"I can and I will," Luke firmly informed him. "Count yourself lucky Bo, ya think those guys in prison would be nice enough to use this?" Cursing himself nearly as much as Mary Beth for the hell he was putting his cousin through, he forced himself to sound cold and selfish. Hearing no further protests from Bo he kissed his way back down to the younger man's cock, slowly sucking it into his mouth. Spreading a generous amount of lube over his fingers, he slowly inserted one long digit into Bo's ass, ignoring the hiss of discomfort. 




Payback!



Bo squirmed under the onslaught, his cousin's mouth felt too good, bringing an unwanted response from his body. Moaning and writhing, he couldn't believe how much pleasure this was bringing him. His face flushed with shame as he fought with himself, trying to will his body not to respond. It was useless though, even when Luke pushed a finger into his opening, the slight burning wasn't enough to change his body's response. The addition of a second finger a few minutes later nearly did it, but before his erection could wilt Luke brushed across a spot inside him and Bo nearly came off the bed. 

"Like that sweetheart?" Luke quietly asked, the endearment slipping out.

"Yes, oh god it's so good," Bo moaned, writhing beneath him as his body was assailed with jolts of electricity each time Luke touched that spot. 

Luke silently thanked God, relieved that Bo was getting some pleasure from this. Using his fingers he scissored them apart, stretching and preparing Bo's body for his length. As he pumped his fingers in and out of Bo, he bobbed his head up and down the younger man's cock. Sucking vigourously, he continued pleasuring his cousin, wanting to make him cum before he entered him. He hoped that if he was relaxed enough it would make it hurt less, though he knew that it wouldn't matter, Bo would never forgive him for what he was doing. 

Moaning and writhing, Bo thrust his hips, nearly driving himself down Luke's throat. The dual sensations were driving him wild, bringing him closer and closer to the edge. He wondered later if it was because of the way he had fought himself or if it was just that Luke was that good. In that moment though all he knew was that when he lost the battle his body erupted in the most powerful orgasm he'd ever experienced, seemingly going on forever. 

Luke swallowed what he could, most of his cousin's cum dribbling out of his mouth to pool on his groin and on the sheet below him. Not giving the younger man a chance to tense up, Luke quickly lubed his cock and climbed between Bo's long legs. Pushing his legs up to his chest, Luke pushed his hard cock into Bo's relaxed body, forcing himself to ignore the cry of pain as he stretched his cousin wide.

"No Luke...please," Bo cried out with pain, his back arching as he instinctively tried to escape the source of the pain.

"Yes Bo," Luke countered, hardening his heart as he began to thrust his hips, moving in and out of his cousin's body. Knowing that he would hurt his cousin no matter what he did, Luke deliberately set up a fast, hard pace in the hopes of ending this soon. 

"Please...hurts...Luke...please...stop," Bo panted, gasping with pain each time his cousin moved. He nearly sobbed with relief when his cousin came deep inside him, signaling an end to his torment. He prayed that this would be the last time Luke would use him like this.

Pulling away, Luke collapsed next to Bo on the bed. He hoped this would be enough to satisfy Mary Beth's need for revenge. 

"Can I go wash up now?" 

"Yeah Bo," Luke quietly replied, his heart breaking at the broken tone of his cousin's voice.

The next morning Luke woke up to find Bo lying in the next bed, tossing and turning. Quickly climbing out of the bed he sat down on Bo's bed. Reaching out to brush his sweat soaked hair from his face, he winced at the heat he found. Getting up he hurried towards the bathroom, stopping when he heard the phone ringing. Nearly running he rushed down the hall to answer it. "Duke farm, Luke speaking."

"Hello Luke, how was your night?" Mary Beth purred.

"I think you know already," Luke snapped. 

"Temper, temper."

"Bo's sick Mary Beth, his fever is so high I can't hardly touch him, please give me the antidote."

"That is a shame Luke, it really is," she cooed sympathetically. "I'm not sure I should do that though."

"What do you mean? I did what you wanted, what you demanded."

"I know you did Luke, I was watching through the window. Poor Bo, I doubt he'll ever forgive you," she taunted. "I have a confession to make honey, Bo only has the flu. He's in no more danger of dying than you are."

"You bitch!" Luke snarled. 

"No that would be Bo," her cold laughter traveling through the line. "Have fun trying to earn his forgiveness, good-bye Luke."

Before Luke could respond the line went dead. Going to the kitchen he ran cold water in a bowl and grabbed a rag before returning to the bedroom. Sitting down on the bed, he placed the bowl on the nightstand and began to gently wash his cousin's face. Ignoring the stab of pain each time Bo called out to him, begging him to stop hurting him he did his best to make the younger man feel better. He spent the day taking care of his cousin, stopping only long enough to tend to the animals and once to answer the phone. Luke wasn't surprised to find out that the emergency with Daisy's aunt had been a trick to get Jesse and Daisy out of the house. Telling his uncle that they'd be fine until they got back, Luke went back to the bedroom, praying that he was telling the truth. 

Two days later Jesse and Daisy arrived home, just hours after Bo's fever had broken. Walking into the house they were both surprised by what they found. "Luke, son wake up," Jesse called shaking his nephew's shoulder as he slept on the couch. The dark circles under his eyes spoke of sleepless nights and exhaustion, making him wonder what had gone on in his absence. 

"Uncle Jesse?" Rubbing his eyes, Luke sat up, his tired mind trying to catch up with his eyes. 

"What's going on Luke? Why are you out here on the couch looking like you haven't slept since we left? Where's Bo?"

"Bo!" he cried out, trying to stand up only to have his uncle push him back to the couch.

"Daisy would you go see if you can find Bo?" Jesse asked of the young woman who hovered anxiously nearby. 

"Yes sir."

"Now Luke you need to calm down and tell me what's going on," turning back to his nephew, he kept one hand on his arm to steady him.

"Bo's been sick Uncle Jesse, I been trying to take care of him..."

"Bo's in his room asleep Uncle Jesse," Daisy interrupted.

"His fever broke a few hours ago," Luke continued. "I came out here to dump the water and I sat down on the couch for a minute. Guess I must've fallen asleep," he added.

"I reckon ya did son. Why don't you go on and get some rest in your bed, me and Daisy will take care of everything now."

"Yes sir." Reluctantly Luke pushed himself to his feet and stumbled to his bedroom. His bed was the last place he wanted to be but there was no way he could explain that to his uncle, so he didn't try. As he came into the room, Bo opened his eyes, pulling back in fear when he saw him. Unable to stand that look in his baby cousin's eyes, knowing he had put it there Luke turned and fled the room. Hurrying into the bathroom, he threw up what little there was in his stomach, his body continuing to heave even after it was empty. 

It was there his uncle found him a short time later. Helping him to his feet, he led the feverish young man to his room and tucked him into his bed. 

"No, please not here, please," Luke begged, his pleas falling on deaf ears. 

"Uncle Jesse what's wrong with Luke?" Bo asked from his own bed.

"He's sick Bo, probably has whatever bug you picked up."

"Good," Bo growled.

"Bo! What is wrong with you?" Jesse demanded, shocked to the core.

"Ask him," he nodded to Luke.

"I'm asking you."

"I...he...I can't tell you," Bo mumbled, looking away, his face coloring with shame.

"I won't ask ya to explain now, you're obviously still not well. I will want an explanation later though. Can you keep an eye on him while I get some water and a cloth?"

"Yes sir," he reluctantly agreed.

"No, not Bo. Please don't make me hurt him," Luke begged.

Bo's head snapped to the side at his cousin's words. What was Luke talking about and who was he talking to? 

"No, I won't do it. I can't hurt him, not Bo, not like that."

Climbing out of his bed, Bo moved to sit beside Luke. "Luke what are ya talking about? Who wants you to hurt me?"

"I'm sorry Bo, I don't want to do this. Have to, only way to save you," Luke mumbled, unaware of what he was saying.

"Bo," Jesse called. "Sorry sprout, didn't mean to startle ya," he apologized when the boy jumped. "Do you know what he's talking about?"

"I'm getting an idea."

"This have something to do with what you said?"

"Yes sir. He, something happened while y'all were gone."

"What happened?" Jesse gently asked.

"I can't tell you, but it was something I never would've thought Luke could do to anybody. I think maybe it wasn't really Luke, it sounds like maybe he was forced somehow."

"You may be right Bo, but now ain't the time to ask him. You go on back to bed and get some rest, I'll tend to your cousin."

"Yes sir."

A few days later Luke's fever broke, putting him on the road to recovery. Showing more patience and restraint than he ever had before, Bo forced himself to wait for Luke to be up and around. Finally a few days after Luke's fever broke, the two boys were alone in the house and Bo had his opportunity. "Luke can I talk to you?" Sitting down in his uncle's chair he faced his cousin who lay on the couch.

"Of course Bo," Luke readily agreed, surprised that the younger man would want to.

"When you were sick ya said some things."

"What kind of things?"

"Things that made me wonder why you did what you did?"

"You mean why did I rape you?" Luke bluntly asked.

"Yeah," Bo confirmed, hanging his head as he remembered the way he'd reacted to most of what his cousin did.

"Mary Beth Carver."

"Huh?" Bo was more confused than ever, what did she have to do with this?

"The day it happened, she cornered me in town..." Luke went on to explain everything to his cousin. "I'm so sorry Bo, I can't tell ya how much I regret what I did to you. I just hope you can forgive me someday, but I'll understand if you can't."

"Forgive you? Of course I forgive ya Luke, you were trying to save my life. It don't matter that she lied to you, you thought I would die if you didn't do what she wanted. You ran the risk of losing not only me but your entire family, even your freedom maybe just so you could save my life." 

"You're an amazing man Bo Duke," Luke whispered, awed by his cousin's ability to forgive. 

"You wouldn't think so if ya knew the truth," Bo mumbled.

"What truth?"

"You heard that?"

"Yeah."

"Luke I...I enjoyed it, well not all of it, but most of what you did. I ain't never felt anything so amazing. I'm sorry, you don't need to hear that," he apologized, hanging his head.

"Bo, if we were to take things slow do you think you'd ever consider being with me again?" Luke carefully asked.

"You mean that?"

"Yeah I do," Luke confirmed. "Bo I hated what I was doing to you, what she forced me to do, but I realized during it that I do love you. If you think you'd like to, we could try this again the right way, see where it leads," he shyly suggested.

"I'd like that," Bo whispered. Standing up he moved to sit on the couch, "Luke could you kiss me?"

"Gladly," Luke smiled as he pulled his cousin down for a gentle kiss.

A year later Mary Beth Carver received a letter from Bo Duke. 

Dear Mary Beth,

A year ago you came to Hazzard for a visit. You tried to destroy two lives with that visit, all because you thought we'd ruined your life. I'm sending you this letter to thank you for your efforts. Because of you Luke and I discovered that our love went deeper than we'd ever imagined. We are deeply in love, basking in the love and support of our family and friends as we prepare to pledge our love in a public ceremony. I would invite you, but we're only inviting those who wish us well. Again thank you for your scheming ways, giving us both more happiness than we could ever have imagined possible. 

Bo Duke.

Howling in frustrated rage, Mary Beth tore the letter to shreds. 

The End.



Payback



I lived and went to college in the same town I grew up in. All my friends (minus the few that moved away or had died for some reason) lived nearby. My father owned and operated the local building supply center and hardware store. He had wanted me to get my degree and come back to help him, eventually to take over the store. When I was young he had forced me to work in the store. I spent many evenings and weekends there before I got out of high school and during college. I enjoyed talking to the contractors that purchased their material from Dad. When I made deliveries I watched how they built things and asked questions of them. I can't say I hated the job in Dad's store but I didn't like it. The best part of the work was going on deliveries to help unload and later making the deliveries by myself. I really did not want to take over the store.

When I was not working in the store I did like many boys in town and mowed yards for pocket money. One day I was working for a widow and watching her try to repair a storage building in her yard. She was having a lot of trouble, partly because she did not have the proper tools for the job, partly because she was not strong enough to do the heavy work and partly because she just plain did not know how to proceed. Finally when I finished the yard I offered to help her. At first she was hesitant because I was just a fifteen-year-old boy.

To this day I do not know where I got the courage to push her to hire me but I did. I told her it was obvious she was not able to do the work and I thought I was. I told her some of the things I saw her doing that were wrong and pointed out that she just was not strong enough or tall enough to do the job. I told her I would do it for $50.00 if she bought the materials. I told her if she did not like the work after I was finished she did not have to pay me. Finally she agreed to let me do the work.

I did the job to her satisfaction and she paid me. She actually did something more valuable for me than give me the money though. She began telling her older single friends about my work and how good a job I did for her both on the repair and in mowing her yard. I began getting calls from other women wanting me to repair things for them. I was always careful to do the work correctly. If I did not know how to do something I would ask one of my contractor friends. I always charged less than a real, licensed contractor would charge. After I had worked for several older women I began to get calls from men and families. By the time I was in college I had a small handyman business and had many of the necessary licenses to do the work. I also still had my lawn care business. I had to hire my friends to help from time to time to keep up—especially in the summer. I was making enough money in the evenings, weekends and summer to pay for my college, a newer truck and my dates I was also able to enjoy my youth although I have to admit I did work long hours and my dates always started later than most boys dates did.

After I graduated high school I got tired of living with my parents and rented an apartment. I lived in the apartment during my first year of college. I did not enjoy apartment living so began looking for a house to rent after the years lease ran out. One of my friends from high school had just divorced one of my best buddies, Joe. She had caught him cheating with one of our classmates and filed for the divorce. Glenda worked as a real estate agent and struggled to make ends meet. We were talking one evening, commiserating about her failed marriage at our favorite hang out. We both lived in apartments and neither one of us liked it. I told her I was thinking about renting a house. I asked her if she had any reasonably priced rental properties she could show me. She asked how much I could pay. When I told her she looked shocked and said, "Hell Stan with a thirty year loan you could buy a pretty nice house for that much a month. Why don't you buy a house instead of rent? That way you could build equity instead of pouring your money down a deep empty rat hole as rent."

I told her I had never considered that. I said I didn't have too much for a down payment. "Well, let me do some checking and I'll get back to you," she said.

When I left the hangout I managed to get an older friend to buy me some beer. By the time the evening was over I forgot about our conversation but she sure didn't. I guess the thought of a nice commission does that to you though. The next Monday evening Glenda called me and asked to meet her at the bar again (in our town we had several bars that served burgers and sodas in a small room where under age people could eat). When I walked in she had some papers in front of her and she seemed excited. Almost before I got seated she began talking, "Stan I found several places that I think you can afford but most of them aren't in very good locations. I did find one place for sale that I think you might like. Do you remember the old Harris place on the edge of town?"

I nodded yes and she continued, "Well you know when they got older they built a nice new three car garage and put a 'mother' apartment over it. I think they were planning to use it for a live in caregiver if the need arose. The new garage was several feet from the house. Two years ago you remember the house caught fire?"

I shook my head yes again and she said, "Well they decided not to rebuild and moved into a retirement community here in town. The garage was not damaged too badly during the fire. I was talking to Etta the other day and she said they were tired of paying the taxes on the place and doing what little upkeep they did. She said they wanted to sell the place and I listed it. It is twenty acres and they are asking $110000.00 for it. You would have to do a little work on the garage and apartment but it would be great for you. The best thing is all the utilities are already in. There are several newer houses going up in the area so I really expect a contractor to try and buy it soon and subdivide it. It isn't in the multi list book yet so it hasn't shown but a time or two. They would only need about $20000 down...Stan; a twenty year payment would be about half the rent you now pay monthly so if you could make the down payment I really think this would be a good deal for you."

I thought about it for a while. I didn't have that much money but from what I remembered of the place I really wanted it badly. I told her I wanted to look at it the next evening. Later that evening I went to Dad and asked if he would loan me the down payment. I have to admit he was not real anxious to do so but I reminded him the monthly payments on the land would be half the rent I now paid so I could pay him some back each month after I got the apartment repaired and livable. We finally agreed he would loan me the down payment if I wanted to buy the place after I saw it.

That next evening I went to the place and fell in love with it all over again. Even with the burned out shell of the house there it was even prettier than I remembered. The fire didn't even kill all the trees and shrubs in the yard. I could look down the hill to a small stream meandering through the property. I told Glenda to write up an offer of $90000.

Tuesday evening after classes I got a call from Glenda. She sounded excited and said, "Stan I can't believe it. When I presented the offer to Etta and Homer they were going to reject it out of hand. I was getting ready to leave when she turned to Homer and asked him if he thought you were the nice young man that had cut their yard all those years. They asked me if you had a mowing service in school and when I told them you did they smiled and began telling me what a nice young man you were. Anyway, they won't take $90000 for the place but they did counter with $97500. Isn't that great?"

I didn't think for very long. I said, "Yeah, that's fine. Tell them I will pay that and I want possession at closing."

The bank required my father to cosign the loan but it went through and I got possession of the property in late April. I made the necessary repairs and moved into the apartment the first of June. The next few months I kept busy on my summer business of yard work and small building projects. By now I had ten employees, most of them seasonal. 

I had a little time to date Patty and begin to clean up my property. After I got the trash from the burned house cleared away I had an engineer friend look at the foundation. He decided the foundation was sound since the sub flooring had not burned through (the fire had been in the attic and second floor primarily) so I could use it to rebuild. This would save several thousand dollars because I did not have to do as much dirt work and didn't need to pour a new cement foundation.

The house had been a smaller older structure of about 1000 square feet on the first floor. I rented a backhoe and extended a foundation toward the garage. Doing almost all the work myself, I began to use my spare time and spare cash to build myself a nice home. I connected the house to the garage with an enclosed cement floored, glassed in breezeway. I made arrangements to put a large hot tub on the cement pad in the breezeway. I put a wood stove in this area for heat and ducted it into the rest of the house as I built it.

The summer I got out of college I finished the house. It was 2450 square feet and I built it for comfort and convenience. I had stainless appliances, granite counter tops, oak trim, and brick exterior. In short, it wasn't a McMansion but it was a very upscale home. I had a beautiful covered patio facing south overlooking the small stream. I had finished it for about half the cost it would have sold for. Patty loved it. When we got married I almost got the impression Patty was marrying me for my house instead of myself. After what I saw last night I wonder...

By the time I got out of college I had graduated to building new structures. I built additions, repaired older homes and buildings and garages too but now a lot of my income came from new structures. I now had twenty employees. Patty began working for my father in his business when we became engaged. After she got her degree she became a full time person and assistant manager. He was grooming her for manager when he retired. I was an only child so the business would pass to us upon his death. I bought all my materials from Dad so we compounded the family profits from my construction business.

My wife Patty and I were childhood sweethearts and I thought like most married men that we would be together forever. Oh, sure we had the normal squabbles like any married couple but they were minor. When we were dating in high school and later in college we had broken up like most young couples do. We both dated others and were intimate with others during that time but we always came back together because we could not find anyone we loved more. I did have one girl that might have been the one but one of my friends had her tied up before we made that decision. Finally in our last year of college Patty and I became a solidly exclusive couple. That Christmas I asked her to marry me and she said yes. Patty set the wedding date in September after we graduated. 

The wedding almost didn't happen even then because of Patty's insistence on a Pre Nuptial agreement. Now I wish we hadn't married. Oh, well, on with the sad story. Apparently Patty had inherited several hundred thousand dollars from her grandfather and she or maybe her father did not want me to get my hands on it. I told her I had no desire to spend her money and I resented the fact she thought I would marry her for it. In any event we were not speaking very kindly to each other the night she told me about the Pre Nuptial agreement. I suppose, now, that I was lucky that was an evening my parents were out for a drive and decided to stop off and see me.

When Patty heard them knocking on the door she was so angry she flounced out as I let them in. Before she went past them on the landing I heard her say, "You need to talk some sense into your son or this wedding may never occur."

Dad and Mom watched as she stormed to her car and drove off. I was still standing with the Pre Nup in my hands when they turned to me and asked what our argument was about. I told them and Mom said, "Oh, Stan, we thought it might be something important. Honey we know you aren't marrying her for her money so what's the big problem? Sign the darn thing and marry the girl if you love her."

Dad was sitting with a frown on his face and asked if he could see the agreement. He looked it over closely and said, "This seems pretty straight forward except she did not have the attorney exempt your place here or your potential inheritance from us from the community property. It seems fair that if she exempts her funds and anything she may inherit from her side of the family that the same should be exempt for you son. Why don't we take this to the business attorney and have him make suggestions?"

I reached for the agreement and read it through. Dad was right. It only addressed her money and her inheritances. I began to get angry again. I agreed with him and he said he would make an appointment for me. I had used his attorney for my few legal needs so I guess he was really my attorney also.

I got an appointment for the following Tuesday and the attorney agreed with Dad. He scanned the agreement into his computer and made the changes we discussed. When he finished revising the agreement it exempted my land and business and anything I might inherit just as it exempted the same thing for Patty. I went to her home the evening my attorney finished the changes to the agreement. I had already signed it.

When Patty and her father read the new agreement they both became angry. He looked at me and said, "Just what is the idea of changing the agreement we prepared young man? I thought you loved my daughter and now you are accusing her of wanting to take your house and business? You know when you marry that will become her home also. If, heaven forbid, you divorce don't you think she would deserve a place to live?"

I became angry with him and replied, "Yes sir. She would deserve a place to live but it seemed fair to my father and to me that if the possessions she had before we marry and her potential inheritance were to be protected in case of divorce the same should apply to me. You will note that any accumulation we have from earnings or investments during the marriage would be divided equally unless the marriage ends due to infidelity. In that case each of us would leave with what we brought into the marriage or inherited and the non-injured party would leave with 75% of the marital assets accumulated after the marriage. I feel that there should be some penalty built into the agreement as a compensation or punishment for any infidelity."

Patty and her father were way beyond upset. They were furious about the proposed agreement. Needless to say for the next few days' things were very tense between Patty and me. I asked several times why she was so upset about the agreement since she was the one that wanted a Pre Nuptial Agreement. Most of the time Patty said it was because I wanted to turn her out in the street if we divorced and she loved that house as much as I did. She didn't think it was fair for me to get to keep her home if we divorced. I was almost ready to ask for my ring back when she began to thaw. She signed the changed agreement but it took us several weeks to get back to where we were before she asked for a Pre Nuptial Agreement. We finally forgot our anger and forgave each other for the hurt feelings raised by the Pre Nuptial agreement. We married as planned and for the next two and a half years we did not look back and were never sorry. We never looked at another person as a lover—or at least I didn't. Now I know Patty did. I caught her yesterday.

The only problem I had with Patty working in the lumberyard was all the flirting she had to put up with. I admit I was a little jealous but I knew many of the men that purchased items from Dad. They were pussy hounds and Patty was a beautiful, fun loving woman. One of my friends—Joe—was already divorced because he couldn't keep his pecker in his pants. Many times I would go into the store and find him flirting with Patty. I won't say we argued over him or the flirting she did with other men but we did have some spirited discussions.

Patty maintained, and to a degree, I agreed with her, that she needed to flirt a little to keep the customer's happy. I told her I thought she just needed to treat them nice, friendly and be their friend, not a flirt. Of course she took exception to me calling her actions flirting and said that was just what she was doing. 

My college degree was in construction management and Patty got one in business administration so our degrees supported our vocations very well. Shortly after I got out of college I decided we had enough money to build a home on speculation. Dad let me be an exception to his rule requiring all accounts to be paid at the end of the month. He said since I was family I could draw up to $100000 on account and pay when a house sold. He did keep a lien against the properties however in case something happened to me. All other customers were supposed to pay in full monthly. 

I was good at my work and knew it. I was a general contractor but I used very few sub contractors. I had my own framing, dry wall, finishing, plumbing and wiring crews. I did hire the heating and air done. I even used my still operating yard care crews to landscape and put in yards on my projects (assuming of course, that the clients would hire us to do so). 

In any event, I used the Speculation house to keep my crews busy during off periods. I did not want to lay my men off if I didn't have to so I tried to keep them busy. We finished the spec house and it sold before we had the yard in. I started another and it sold before it was finished and we finished it to the new owner's desires. Now I had enough money saved to do two spec homes at once. All at once the business was booming and I almost didn't have time to do the smaller jobs that had once been my bread and butter. Between Patty's salary and my profits we were in tall clover. We were rapidly becoming one of the highest income families in our small town of about 25000 souls.

All our success came at a price though. I would work eight to ten hour days with the crews and do paperwork before and after the day's construction. Evenings I would meet with customers and potential customers that worked to make bids and discuss progress on their projects. Patty took to working late in the office to do her books. We seemed to have less and less time together.

Many times I would go by the building center and see her car and two or three other's there. Sometimes I would go in and there would be Joe or one of our other classmates sitting talking to her. They all worked in the building trade so were supposedly getting prices from her but something just didn't feel right. Sometimes Patty would be flushed when I went into the office and many times they would be drinking beer. Of course I would have one with them and we would visit but things felt wrong to me. Finally I decided to disable the local buzzer on the building alarm. Normally when someone entered the building by any of the doors a buzzer went off. I disabled the one on the entrance from the warehouse. 

Yesterday before I dropped by Dad's store I was a loving husband with a wife I would die for and two friends that I enjoyed greatly. I had a very successful construction business and a great future. I was looking forward to the time my wife and I would have a child. Today I am a bitter asshole bent on destroying my wife and friends. Oh, I don't plan to do anything to get myself put in jail but...Hell, who knows? I might slip up and go berserk. I suppose you might want to know why I changed overnight? Well, I didn't really change overnight; rather I began worrying several months ago and changed in the blink of an eye. Listen to my tale of woe and follow along as I careen down the pathway of revenge.




Payback



Last night when I went past the store Joe's and George's trucks were both in the lot. I turned into the lot and went to the door with the disabled buzzer. I knew before I even got to Patty's office what I would find. 

I could hear her moaning and screaming from halfway across the building. I took out my cell phone and set it to take pictures. The damn slut didn't even have her office door closed. She was bent over her desk and Joe had his pants down. He was standing behind her slamming his cock into her cunt. I watched and took pictures as he grabbed her hips tighter and slammed deeply into her. I saw his hips clench and his ball sack drew up against the base of his cock. I watched as his muscles clenched and released as he pumped his seed into my wife. Finally he pulled back from Patty. She continued to lie over her desk.

I watched Joe's sperm drain from her slightly open cunt and run down her thighs. George walked up beside Patty and helped her stand. He pulled her to him and gave her a deep French kiss then said, "Here Honey. Let's get you naked. I want to play with your tits while I fuck you."

I watched and took a picture while George helped Patty strip. I was going to get a picture of him fucking her then go in and wreak some bodily harm on my two ex friends. I backed from the doorway so they wouldn't see me until I was ready. I remembered Dad usually had a tape recorder in his office and went to see if it was there. I wanted to tape some of the conversation if I could. I found the tape recorder and brought it back. I sat it on the floor beside the door as I watched my wife service my two ex friends.

Patty was lying on her back across her desk. George was slamming his cock into her cunt as hard as he could. Patty was moaning around Joe's cock as she fellated him. Her gorgeous breasts were bouncing back and forth from the force of George's thrusts into her cunt. Each of his thrusts drove her onto Joe's cock. I continued to take occasional pictures until they all three had their next orgasm. From the way she acted Patty had the best one of her life. I know it was a larger one than any I had given her.

I was further infuriated by the conversation I taped. As she was sucking him I heard Joe say, "Damn Patty aren't you glad you let me fuck you again at the Christmas party two years ago? I told you it would be the best damn sex you ever had in your life didn't I? I was talking to Jared the other day and told him about the hot honey I was doing now and he wants to meet you. Are you sure you won't let him come in some evening also?"

Patty pushed him away and turned her head to him. "NO. I don't mind doing you two, hell I love doing you two but I don't want or need anyone else. I didn't like him when we were in school and I still don't. The one time he fucked me before Stan and I got married he was an asshole. He hurt me and didn't even make sure I enjoyed myself. I always enjoyed our time together before we got married and I still enjoy it. If you can keep your damn mouth shut we can keep this up for ever but you have to be careful. Stan is getting really pissed at the way you two are acting when he can see us. If you don't cool it I will have to cut you off." 

I decided I had enough on tape and enough pictures. I had picked up a ball bat when I was in Dad's office when I was there. I was going to put the hurt on Joe and George. I picked it up and started into the room when I had a thought. George had always been really jealous. He was married to his high school sweetheart still. She and I had dated several times. In fact they did not become serious until after Patty and I became engaged. I had enjoyed fucking her so I thought I might just see if I could seduce her before I did a number on him. In fact, that would probably be a better payback than just knocking him around. He always cried in high school when she and he were on the outs and he hated it the few times I had dated her.

I quietly backed from the room and left the building. I did set the alarm and reattach the buzzer wires on the door as I left. I couldn't wait for the excitement when Patty and her two friends set off the burglar alarm when they walked across the show room floor to leave.

The alarm keypads were beside the doors and there were motion sensors in the main part of the building so before they could discover the alarms were set the alarms would go off. I knew she would be able to disable the alarm but the damage would be done. She would wonder how it got set and she would have to wait in the building for the police to come. I wondered how she would explain the alarm and if Joe and George would have enough sense to leave before the police got there.

Patty was very late getting home. She came into the house and walked up to me very nervously. I watched her face and she seemed scared. I smiled to myself and asked her, "What's the matter Honey? You seem nervous and you're a lot later than you usually are."

Patty licked her lips and sat on the edge of her chair facing me. She said, "I was working late. We couldn't get the books to balance and I didn't think I would ever find the problem. What were you doing tonight? I thought you might come by or at least call since I was so late."

"NO, I'm getting used to you being late and I didn't feel like coming by and drinking beer with you and your boyfriends."

Patty's face got white then she blushed. "Damn you Stan. I keep telling you nothing's going on. Joe and George weren't even there. Why can't you get it through your damn head that I have to visit with them to keep them happy?"

"Ok, Honey," I said. "I know you have to schmooze the customers. I just drove by about six thirty and thought I saw their trucks there."

"Well, they were there then. They came in just about closing time and I had to wait for them to pay for and load their order before I got to the books. They were gone shortly after closing. I just meant they weren't there the whole time I was. I'm tired. I'm going to take a nice hot bath and go to bed."

I smiled and said, "Great. I'll be there in a jiffy. I've been horny all day."

Patty looked worried again and said, "No, I'm sorry Honey. I'm really bushed. I don't feel like it tonight. Why don't we have a quickie in the morning before we go to work?"

I just smiled to myself. I thought it would be a cold day in hell before I went for sloppy seconds. I wondered how many times I had gotten them without knowing it. I made a mental note too that I needed to get tested for diseases also. I had just said that to jerk Patty's chain.

The next morning early I left before Patty woke up. As soon as my attorney's office opened I called for an appointment. He managed to fit me in at noon if I would take him out for lunch. I agreed and we grabbed a quick meal at a sandwich shop near his office. He wanted to talk about the problem there but I asked him if we could just eat in a hurry and go back to his office. He said, "Of course but what could be so secret we can't talk here. I do a lot of business over lunch."

I just told him it was sensitive to my business and I didn't want things to get out until I had all the I's dotted and the T's crossed.

When we got to his office I began explaining what the problem was. I told him I wanted a divorce immediately based on Patty's adultery and wanted the Pre Nuptial enforced to the letter. I showed him the pictures and let him listen to the tape. I also told him I would appreciate it if he only showed the pictures of Joe and Patty and didn't use the tape unless he had to."

"Why do you want to keep George out of it," he asked?

"Well, I'm not sure you will approve but after the divorce I have some plans for George. I don't want to tip him off and"

Laurence (the attorney) broke in on my conversation. "Whoa there Hoss. I hope you aren't planning anything violent. I have to report something like that as an officer of the court."

I laughed and said, "No, I'm not planning violence. I used to date George's wife Susan. She and he dated and broke up several times and twice I dated her during the break up. They almost always go to Murphy's Tavern on weekends. I think I am going to make some moves on Susan to piss George off. I want to give her the info I have on him cheating but I want to play with his mind first. She will get a heads up on this and I will get a little payback on good old George. He used to get so angry every time she dated someone else and I hear he gets jealous when she spends too much time dancing with other people. I just want to see if I can seduce her after my divorce is final and let him find out about it. I guess you could say I want to give him a dose of his own medicine. I also intend to try and seduce Joe's fiancé. There will be no violence unless one of those assholes starts it."

"Stan I don't like this. It could blow up in your face but you are right. There is nothing illegal about seducing a woman but you should know they could sue you for alienation of affection."

I laughed and said, "Let them bring it on. I will counter sue and I have pictures and a tape to use in that suit. Don't you think it would be almost a wash?"

Laurence leaned back in his chair and thought a moment. Finally he said, "Yes, the suits could possibly balance out if one is filed but you need to remember you might have larger assets than do they. Even if you both won the lawsuits in court you might come out worse off financially if there is a judgment against you. Besides, don't you think that is a disgusting thing to do to those ladies? I suppose they will be hurting enough just finding out about their men cheating on them. If you use them like that it will surely hurt them worse."

I have to admit, my heart was made of stone now. I said, "I don't care. They took that chance when they chose those cheating assholes."

Wednesday I received a phone call from Laurence. He told me the divorce was ready to file and he planned to serve Patty that afternoon. "Great," I said. "I'll get busy and change the locks on the doors this morning. I will pack as many of her clothes as I can and put them on the front porch. I am going to place pictures of her and Joe on every door so she can see them when she comes over."

Hooooo Boy! I don't know who was the angriest when the shit hit the fan at Dad's store. I got a phone call from three very angry people within minutes of Patty being served. She called and had a screaming fit then told me I would be sorry I was ever born. Dad called just after she stomped from the store. Her father called and blessed me out just after I hung up from talking to Dad.

While I was talking to Dad I said, "Dad I really need to thank you for talking me into that Pre Nuptial agreement. I filed for the divorce because I walked into the office Saturday night and found Patty having sex on her desk with Joe and George. I have pictures and a tape. Thanks to you I will get to keep my home and business as well as three fourths of our assets. I do think you should change your store locks and the computer passwords in case she decides to do something we wouldn't appreciate. I suggest you fire her but that is your decision. You need to decide if you can trust her after this."

"Damn Son. I...I just can't believe that. Right here in the store? Yeah, I'll have the girls get right on the changes to the computer and so forth. We'll be over this evening to talk some more." 

When Dad and Mom came to my home that evening they were devastated. Mother, especially had loved Patty. She was the daughter they never had. I convinced them that it would be best if they let Patty go. I said and I really believed that Patty might do something to damage the business if she remained in her position.

The next morning when Patty found out she not only lost her husband but she had lost her job she became really angry. The next Monday I received a counter suit for the divorce and Dad was served with a suit for wrongful dismissal. It looked like we were going to be giving Laurence a lot of money over this mess. We decided to have an outside accountant do an audit of the business also.

I was sitting in the bar Tuesday evening when Glenda walked in. Like most friends in our town, she didn't ask if she could join me, she just plopped down into the booth across from me. "What's this I hear about you and Patty," she asked.

I said, "Depends on what you heard but I suppose most of the rumors are true. I caught her and Joe screwing in her office after work the other day. I got pictures and filed for divorce."

"The way it is going around town is you got jealous about her having male friends and talking with them in the store so you filed for divorce. She is also saying you were vindictive and got your father to fire her so she couldn't even live."

I laughed and said, "Well, Dad did let her go but it was because she did what she did in the office and because he had our CPA come in and check the books. I can't say what they found but she had made some other mistakes also. Now can we just let it go?"

"Yeah. I'm sorry though. I know how you feel. That damn Joe did the same thing to me you know. Bastard never could keep his pecker in his pants except when he was at home." 

I saw a small tear run down Glenda's cheek. I reached over and wiped it from her face then said, "Yeah. I think he screwed almost all the girls he ever dated and a lot of other men's wives. That was partly why I didn't want Patty to flirt with him or be alone with him. I really didn't think he would turn on a friend like that though."

Glenda and I downed a couple beers while we visited then I walked her out to her car. Just before she got into the vehicle she gave me a gentle kiss on the cheek. "It'll get better Stan. I promise."

Days seemed to drag on, work came and went. Some of my friends gathered around me to support me in my sorrow, some gathered around to support Patty and were no longer friends. Dad's trial for wrongful dismissal was to begin on a Monday. I was at home the Sunday before when I heard a voice calling to me from the side of the house. I have to admit I did not rise to greet my visitor. In fact, I fell on my ass trying to do so.

I had been communing with John Barleycorn all afternoon and I am afraid he tripped me up. Well, to be precise when I tried to get up from my Adirondack patio chair I got my foot caught and fell on my ass. There I was lying on the ground in a puddle of spilled Glen Morangie looking up the dress of one of my best supporters.

Glenda was standing looking down at me laughing. She squatted to help me up and I saw a sight I had not seen for months. I was looking at beautiful smooth feminine thighs coming together at a pantiless smooth shaven little cunny. I felt my cock surge to attention in a microsecond. 

Unfortunately, Glenda saw where I was looking and said, "Damn it Stan. Get your eyes back where they belong." She twisted her knees away from me and reached her hand out. "Here, give me your hand and I'll help you up. Can you even stand by yourself?

I have to admit I giggled more than I laughed when I said, "Well, I thought I could but here I am lying at your feet when I tried to do it."

Before she could help me up Glenda broke out in a loud laugh at my comment. She did help me to stand and I was able to do so more or less by myself after we quit laughing. I invited her to sit in one of the chairs across from me and I more or less fell back into mine. Glenda was becoming almost a fixture around my house. Other than my mother she was almost my only feminine companion and I treasured her company. Unfortunately, today I really didn't want to see anyone and I am afraid it showed in our talk.

Finally Glenda looked at me and asked, "Stan did I do something to make you angry? I know it was mostly my fault you looked up my skirt when I came. I"

I felt my chest heave and my eyes began running. I hurt and could not talk. I scrunched up my face and just shook my head at Glenda. "No," I whispered. "You are almost the only one who even comes around any longer. Today I have been feeling sorry for myself. I have also been thinking about the court case tomorrow. A few months ago I thought I had it all, a loving wife, a great business, you know, the American Dream? Now all I have is a broken heart, busted marriage and I am facing court battles to keep my and my families material possessions."

"I am so angry with life and with what Patty did to me I have turned most of my friends against me. All I know is I want to hurt Patty, Joe and George and Patty's parents so badly they will be sorry they ever heard of me. That is almost all I think of any longer. I have plans and they are not very nice. I know when I follow through on them you will leave me too and damn it I don't want that but I can't help it. I want to HURT those bastards and I know when I do it will hurt me too."

Glenda rose from her chair and sat in my lap. She wrapped her arms around me and just held me. I felt her soft breasts pushing against my chest and I remembered she had no underwear on. I felt my cock surge to life again and I wiggled trying to shift it to a more comfortable position.

I felt Glenda shift her position and heard her gasp. I saw her look down even though she could not see the bulge in my lap. "Why Stan? Why do you think I will leave you if you take revenge on those assholes? Haven't we been friends all our lives? What are you planning to do that is so bad? I don't understand why you are angry with George though. OH! Stan please promise me you won't hurt them!"

"No, Glenda. Well, I guess that depends on how you define that. I don't intend to physically damage them unless they come after me first. I intend to do my best to drive Joe into bankruptcy and out of town. I intend to use all the money I can spare to take care of him and George for that matter. Unfortunately for our friendship I think what I intend to do besides that will run you off. You see Glenda I intend to steal their women just like they stole mine."

Glenda pushed herself back from me and looked me in the eyes. "What! Stan you're not going to...What do you mean? And you still haven't told me why you want to hurt George also."

"Simple. I haven't told anyone but George was one of Patty's lovers so I owe him some pain. I'm going to move in on their women and bed them. I'm going to make them love me and take them from their men like they took Patty from me and I am going to make sure Joe and George find out about it."

"Stan you can't do that. What about the poor girls? That will hurt them too! Stan please don't do that. It would devastate those poor girls more than just knowing what a cheating bastard their man was. They would fall in love with you and then when they found out you were just playing them it would gut them! I can't believe you would even think about doing something like that. They're hurt enough just being with those cheating bastards."

Glenda pushed herself back from me and struggled to stand. When she got to her feet she looked down at me. "Stan, you're right. If you do something that despicable I'll...Oh, I don't know what I'll do but..." Glenda turned and stomped out of my yard. I heard her car drive off shortly thereafter.

My divorce was proceeding rapidly. Since we had such a good Pre Nuptial agreement it was mostly a slam dunk. I only had to wait for the normally slow movement of the courts. The trial for wrongful dismissal however was another matter. We were all nervous when the trial started. Patty's attorney made my father and me look like ogres. He twisted our every sentence and tried to put words in our mouths. Finally things began to look up when our attorney began his questioning.

He brought out how much time Patty spent visiting and flirting with customers. He called witnesses both from within and without the company to verify the behavior. He brought out the fact she routinely drank beer at the store and while it was not illegal if done away from the business area he made it look like she was ignoring her duties to do so. Laurence called Dad's accountant and this was one witness that did enormous damage to Patty. The accountant said that Patty had authorized Joe and George to exceed their pre set spending limits and she had authorized them extra time to pay. In fact their accounts were three months past due and they were only making token payments.




Payback



Patty's attorney then asked about my large credit account and the fact I did not pay it off every month like the business required for other customers. My father said that was true but that he had made a special deal with me and took an ownership interest in my structures to protect the business in case I defaulted. He got the cost of the materials I purchased for the buildings plus a three per cent ownership for advancing me the materials. He pointed out that Patty had not only exceeded her authority in allowing Joe and George the higher credit but that she had not even tried to protect the business in case they defaulted.

Finally the hearing ended after two days of testimony. When the decision was handed down Patty and her Father were almost charged with contempt of court. They were very loudly complaining because the decision went against her. In fact, the judge said, "Ms. Tremain you should thank your lucky stars your father chose not to refer this to the authorities. I think he could make a case for criminal negligence, perhaps even theft against you and your two accomplices. I would suggest you remove yourself from this courtroom and I would further suggest you think about the kindness shown you by these people. If they had counter sued I strongly believe they could have won a substantial settlement from you."

Patty and her father were sputtering and her face was white as they were escorted from the courtroom. As I was leaving the courtroom Laurence stopped me and said, "Stan I have good news for you also. Just before the hearing began this morning I was informed the Judge signed off on your divorce. In thirty days your marriage will be over. Do you want me to mail the papers or will you pick them up?"

That evening my parents and I were sitting on their patio relaxing after the trial. We were both glad and sad. We were glad we all came through unscathed (except for the legal bills) and sad that my marriage and their relationship with Patty ended the way they did. We had done a BBQ and were now sitting with our liquid refreshments while we just chilled out. In truth we were all feeling the effects of the liquor.

I was just at the point of telling my parents how bitter I was. I said, "I still can't believe my friends would do something like that to me much less that Patty would. If it takes me the rest of my life I am going to make them pay for this."

My mother looked at me in shock and said, "Oh, Stan. Please don't do that. A man that lives with bitterness is a poor excuse of a man. Take the high road and live your life to the fullest. In the long run that will make your life more fulfilling and could even make those three sorry for what they did."

We heard the tap, tap, tap of small footsteps on the sidewalk just before we heard a female voice say, "Thank you Mrs. Tremain. That is just what I have been trying to get him to do. If anyone can feel the pain he does it is I and I think I have risen above it. At first I was just like Stan. I wanted nothing more than to eviscerate Joe. Bit by bit as time went past I began to let my anger and my desire for revenge slip away. One day I realized I not only didn't care any longer but I realized in almost every way I was better off without the cheating bastard."

Glenda came fully onto the patio and looked directly at me. She continued, "Stan I know how empty you feel now. I know the feelings that are still burning through your consciousness but believe me, dwelling on them just make them worse. Please, please let the anger go and get on with your life. Just next time be more careful; be more sure of the friends you choose and the woman you take into your heart. If you were to be honest and admitting hindsight is 20/20 I bet you can see the seeds of this heartbreak existed before you married Patty. I know I could and still can see that in Joe. He always had an eye for the ladies and always chatted them up. He was always more attentive to them when we were out than he was to me but I thought I was in love with him. I know you have said Patty was a lot like that. She always flirted with other men and reveled in their attention. Look into your heart and use this knowledge to better yourself. Don't lower yourself to their level and hurt someone. In the long term it won't make you feel any better."

I looked up at Glenda. She was standing looking at me and I would swear there were tears in her eyes. The sun was behind her and her thin sundress didn't hide much. I could see the outline of her very womanly, very desirable body and felt myself respond. With superhuman effort I wrenched my gaze from her. I felt a flash of disgust with myself. Here I was, not completely divorced and I was drooling over a friend.

Glenda went on with her conversation. She said, "I'm sorry for just dropping by but I was on my way down to the tavern and wanted to congratulate you on your success today. I have to admit the phone wires have been buzzing this afternoon as people pass on your success in the lawsuit." Glenda looked at all of us and smiled gently then continued, "I'll go now but...well, be careful and don't...Oh, hell, I've heard already that Patty has some friends that are talking trash about you and they have made some threats. I just wanted you to be careful and watch out. If you have too much more to drink....Oh, hell, I'm sorry. I'll just go. Goodnight."

Glenda turned and rushed from the patio toward her car. We all just sat there and looked at each other. To say we were shocked was an understatement. Mother summed it up best when she said, "Oh, I just can't believe that. How could anyone...WHY would anyone be that upset at us?"

We continued talking for a short time about nothing of any consequence. I decided I was sober enough to return to my own home. I was getting ready to leave when the phone rang. Mother went in to answer it. I could hear her say, "OH, no! When? Ok, he'll be there as soon as he can get there."

She came out of the house crying and ran up to Dad. She said, "Cedric that was the police. The silent alarms have gone off in the store and they want you to come down and turn them off and see if anything is missing. They say the first car on the scene has said most of the windows have been broken out. Oh, Cedric how could someone do something like this to us?"

Dad and I went to the store. When we got there we found two patrol cars waiting on us. We went inside and turned off the alarm. We walked around and did not find anything obviously missing but told the officers we would have to take an inventory to be sure. There was some damage to some of the items inside from where the rocks had hit. We called Mom and had her bring down some sleeping bags so we could spend the night. The next morning early we called the insurance company and then made arrangements to have the glass replaced.

I went home later that evening and found some of my windows also broken out. I called the police and reported the vandalism. Of course they asked their questions and when asked if I knew of anyone who might do something like this I said, "I...a few months ago I would have said no but now, especially after what I was told yesterday afternoon late and what happened last night I have to say I might. I just received a divorce because I caught my wife cheating with two of my friends. She used to be assistant manager at my parents store. When I filed the divorce Dad let her go. He had the books checked and found many improprieties. She filed a wrongful dismissal lawsuit against him and he received a judgment in his favor yesterday. A friend told my parents and me that my ex wife and two ex friends had been making threatening comments. Now I wonder if either of them or her or her family could be involved in this. I know her father was extremely angry over the whole thing and cursed me several times." Of course we had said something similar when the police took the report at the store. Now I was somewhat more sure we were on the right track.

After the vandalism things got back to normal, or at least as normal as they could be considering the hole that had been torn in our lives when Patty was forced out of them. My parents tried to get back to the way things were and I struggled. Some days I would do OK but usually when I got home I would remember Patty and the evenings would be crap. If I was working I could function fine but the alone times were bad because it had been several years since I had been truly alone all night.

I began going out most evenings for supper. I usually had supper in one of the sports bars or local hang outs so I began drinking more than I had before. Of course this just tended to make me lonelier and angrier with Patty and her lovers. I would see some of my crew or some of the friends I still had from time to time. They would try to cheer me up and slow down my drinking but I didn't let them. Occasionally I would see Glenda and she would try to get me to let it go.

One Thursday evening I was out and saw a group of women sitting around a table drinking and having a good time. One of the women caught my eye. It was Susan, George's wife! Now, as far as I knew no one knew George had been one of Patty's lovers. I remembered my promise to make him pay and walked up to the table they were at. I bent down and said, "Hi Susan. It's been ages since I saw you. Would you dance with me?"

Susan looked up at me with a frown on her face then she smiled. "Sure Stan," she said.

I smiled and took her hand to help her from the chair. I wrapped my arm around her waist as we walked to the dance floor. We had only danced a few seconds when the song ended. She started to head for the table but I held her. I said, "Oh, come on Sue. You promised me a dance and we hadn't even gotten going yet when the song ended. Surely you can give me a whole song to dance to?"

Susan relaxed and smiled. She flowed back into my arms when the next song started and we began swaying to the music. She sighed and said, "You always were a good dancer. I wish George would take me dancing more. I always loved to dance when we were dating." She laid her cheek on my chest and we swayed to the music until the song ended. 

She started to the table before the next song started but I held her hand. When she turned to look at me I gave her a puppy dog look and said, "One more please? For old times sake?"

Susan looked toward her friends then smiled a nervous smile and moved back into my arms. As we danced I said, "I don't mean to make you nervous. Since my...well since Patty left I've been so lonesome and it feels good to at least be able to dance with someone again. Sometimes I don't know how I'm going to make it."

Sue turned her head up to me and said, "Well Stan, you brought it on yourself. If you weren't so jealous you wouldn't have lost"

I jerked my head back and glared at her. Before she could react I hissed, "Jealous? I guess in a sense I was but I'll be damn if I let my wife fuck my friends and not do something about it. You're right, I kicked her out and I'd do it again but I still miss her. I"

It was Susan's turn to break in. She said, "What do you mean? I heard you were upset with Patty flirting and finally just kicked her out of the house then filed for divorce."

I stopped dancing and just held Susan as I explained what I had seen the night I caught Patty. I did leave George out of it this time because I still wanted to make him feel the pain of seeing his wife with someone else. When I finished talking Susan looked at me and said, "Stan I just can't believe that. I know Joe is a horn dog but even he would not do that to a friend. I've known Patty all my life and she's just not that way. Are you sure you actually saw that?"

Now I was pissed. I said, "Yeah, I know what I saw. If you don't believe me come out to my house and I'll show you the pictures."

I turned and started to walk away when Susan grabbed my arm. "Stan, I'm sorry but...well, George said you, that you were just on a real tear. I"

All at once I remembered I still had the pictures on my phone. I really wasn't thinking when I pulled it out and said, "Here. Look at these pictures and tell me Patty or my friends wouldn't do something like that!"

I handed the phone to Susan and stood as she scrolled through the pictures. I heard her gasp when she saw the first one of Joe and Patty. I had forgotten about George. I remembered his picture was on the phone when I heard Susan cry out and I saw her stop scrolling through the pictures. She was staring at a picture, and then tears began rolling down her cheeks. I saw her move to the next picture and she began bawling. She dropped the phone and ran toward her friends. Now I felt like an asshole.

I ran after Susan and was intercepted by two of her friends. One of them said, "What did you do to her? I thought you were a friend. Why is she crying?"

I pushed through the two of them and knelt by Susan's side. I took her hand and said, "Susan, I'm sorry. When you didn't believe me I got angry and decided to prove I wasn't lying. I forgot I had the pictures of George on the phone. I"

One of her friends grabbed my phone from the floor and as she started looking at the pictures said, "What pictures OH MY GOD. THAT SON OF A BITCH!"

All the girls except for the one trying to calm Susan down gathered around my phone to look at the pictures. They were all muttering and I could tell they weren't sure whether to be more angry with me or George. Finally Susan looked up at me and said, "Just get out of here Stan. Please just leave me alone."

I stood and took my phone from the girls. I slowly walked away and drove back to my home. I felt like crap. I really did like Susan and now I was party to her unhappiness. I wondered how I could have ever thought what I had planned to do to her was OK. I was sick at the hurt I had caused her just by letting her see the pictures. How much worse would it have been if I had taken her to bed and then sent the pictures to George before I let her see them?

I was sitting on my patio communing with John Barleycorn when I heard a car drive into my driveway. I didn't move even when I heard the car door slam and the pounding on my front door. I took another drink and sat staring across my little slice of heaven. I could make out the shadows of the trees in the moonlight.

Finally I heard the tap, tap, tap of small feet coming around the house and a voice yelling, "Stan where the hell are you? I know you're home I can see your truck in the garage. Stan I'm not leaving until you talk to me. Now open up." As she was saying that the woman walked up to my back door and began banging on it.

Finally I had enough and said, "OK, just stop banging on my house. I'm over here. What the hell do you want?"

I turned and saw Glenda as she stomped up beside my chair. "Damn you Stan. I just came from the bar and grill. Did you really have to hurt Susan like that? You just couldn't leave it alone could you? I ought to beat the tar out of you."

I sat and stared up at Glenda then grabbed her arm as she slammed it down trying to strike me. As I was wrestling with her trying to keep her from hitting me she lost her balance and fell into my lap. I quickly wrapped my arms around her and held on as I said, "Glenda stop it. If you don't stop I'm afraid one of us will get hurt. Look, I'm sorry I upset Susan tonight. It wasn't intentional. I had been thinking about what you said and all I was doing was dancing with her. She began getting on my case because of the way I treated poor Patty and I lost it. She told me I got what I deserved for being so jealous. Without thinking I told her I had pictures of Joe and Patty on my phone. I forgot there were also pictures of George there and when I handed it to her for her to look at she saw them. Of course that hurt her and she began crying. She and her friends told me to get the hell out and I did."

"Everyone I had talked to about my planned revenge had advised me against getting it by taking the women. I had already decided not to do that. I know I hurt her but I just didn't think and I didn't do it on purpose. At the same time though, don't you think she deserved to know what an asshole, what a cheating bastard George is? Of course if she had any sense she would have realized that by now. She caught him cheating on her enough while we were in school she should have known he was a cheater. Once a cheater, always a cheater ya know."

Glenda was still struggling but she had calmed down considerably. Finally I felt her relax even more and she demanded I let her go. I carefully relaxed my arms and she moved from my lap and over to one of my chairs where she once again sat down. I could tell she was looking at me.

I heard a sigh and then she said, "Stan I don't know what to believe. When I got to the bar Susan and her friends were already gone but everyone I talked to told me what a butthead you had been to her. They said you were dancing and then she broke away from you and ran back to her chair crying. I just thought...Are you sure you didn't do anything to her?"

I reached into my pocket and threw her my phone. "Here," I said. "Call her yourself and ask her what I did. All I did was forget the damn pictures on my phone and she saw them. I didn't"

Glenda and I heard a roar, then screeching tires. Almost immediately after that we heard the crash of metal on metal. We next heard a car door open then slam closed. We heard running footsteps and a male voice yelling, "Stan you son of a bitch. Get your damn ass out here. I'm going to kill you, you son of a bitch."

We heard a splintering crash then footsteps slamming through my house. Lights began to come on as the intruder went from room to room. I could see George taking swipes at some of my belongings as he went through my house room to room. Finally he came back to the kitchen and saw Glenda and me on the patio. He didn't even open the sliding screen door, he just ran through it and toward me. I had stepped away from the chair I was sitting in to meet him. I jumped back just in time as I saw the tire iron he swung at me.

"You mother fucker," he screamed. "You didn't have to show Susan those damn pictures. It's not my fault you couldn't rein in your slut. But NOOOO. You've always tried to get Susan away from me. Even in High School you did all you could to steal her. Now you've ruined my marriage and this time you're going to pay you bastard! She kicked me out of the house tonight and said you had showed her those damn pictures. Didn't you learn anything from having your house and store trashed? I guess we'll just have to trash you this time."

George swung the tire iron once more and this time it hit me on the shoulder. Damn that hurt. Thankfully it was a glancing blow. I could faintly hear Glenda talking on the phone as I dodged George's blows. I managed to get my chair between us and after he swung once more I picked it up to use as a shield, perhaps as a weapon.

George kept swinging the tire iron and hitting the chair. He was so angry he was crying as he screamed at me. Glenda was trying to calm him down and he turned toward her. "Shut up you Bitch," he screamed at her. "I might have known you would be around somewhere. Birds of a feather do flock together don't they? What, are you here to celebrate fucking over Joe again?"

George took a swipe at Glenda and the end of the iron caught in her blouse tearing it opened. He stumbled and almost fell. As he was stumbling we heard the sirens from the arriving police cars wail to a stop. We heard the cars screech to a stop in front of my home. I saw the flashing of the red lights on the surrounding trees and watched as officers came around my house following the sound of the altercation.

As the officers came onto the Patio George caught his balance and turned to me once more. As he turned he screamed, "You Mother Fucker. I'm going to kill your ass. You've fucked with me for the last damn time." He began moving toward me once more.




Payback



The lead police officer took in the situation and said, "Sir. Put the tire iron down and stay where you are. George looked over his shoulder at the police and continued toward me.

This time when he got close to me he lunged and brought the tire iron down in an overhand strike. I was backing away and trying to get the heavy chair up to block the blow when my foot hit the edge of a flowerbed. I lost my balance and fell backward. The chair landed on top of me and I felt intense pain as George stumbled and fell on top of me. He lost his grip on the tire iron but was still trying to hit me.

The officers moved to us and grabbed George. They quickly put him in cuffs. One of the officers led him back around the house to the car. The other officer moved the chair off me and helped me stand. "Are you all right Sir," he asked. I was standing breathing hard. I felt the shakes begin then I was enveloped in a hug as a crying Glenda enveloped me in her arms. 

I looked toward the officer and said, "Yeah, I think we're fine. He got in a couple of licks but I don't think anything serious is wrong. Just give us a moment won't you please?"

I turned to Glenda and cuddled her to me. I ran my hand down her hair and over her back. I said, "Shhhh. Glenda, it's OK now. It's all over honey. Just calm down now OK?

Finally I felt Glenda relax. She quit shaking from her sobs and she just clung to me. I bent down and gently kissed the top of her head then turned to the Officer. "Ok. I think she's ok now. Can we get on with this?"

I looked up and saw a couple of plain clothes types coming into the yard. They already had their notebooks out and their cameras working. It took two hours to give the statements and show them the damage to my house. George had slammed his truck into Glenda's car when he arrived so we had to fill out reports about that too. We found out (as if we hadn't known it) that he was drunk as a skunk when he arrived too. It looked like he would have several charges laid against him—DUI, Breaking and Entering, Assault (two counts) and possibly attempted murder (Glenda verified he had threatened to kill me and the first officer on the scene verified he had made the threat when he attacked me at the end).

By the time all the officers had gone Glenda was still clinging to me and softly crying as we sat on my couch. I looked at the clock and saw it was nearly 3 a.m. I sat and gently held Glenda as she drifted off to sleep. I moved from beside her and bent to pick her up. I carried her to my guest room and lay her on the bed. I took off her shoes and covered her with a blanket then staggered to my own room.

I was still asleep the next morning at ten a.m. when I heard first a banging on my destroyed front door then footsteps coming across my living room and down the hall. I slipped from bed and moved to hide behind the door in case the persons coming were not friendly. As the steps came closer I could hear talking. I heard two female voices and a man's deeper voice. I finally recognized them and stepped from behind the door to confront my father and mother. They had Susan with them.

All three jumped when I appeared from my hiding place. Susan and Mother gasped when they saw me and Dad said, "Damn Stan. You look like hell. Are you OK son?"

My left arm was hanging almost useless from the bruise and I knew I would need to have it x-rayed. I had several scratches and I was pretty dirty because I had not even cleaned up before I crashed the night before. I gave them a small smile and said, "Yeah, I guess I am. My arm hurts like hell and my place is a mess but at least I'm alive."

Susan pushed past my parents and hugged me. She looked up into my eyes and said, "Oh, Stan. I'm so sorry. This is all my fault. When that drunken cheating assed bastard came home last night I didn't even let him in. I had put some of his clothes in a suitcase and threw it onto the porch. I told him we were done and to get away. I'm so sorry I told him I had seen the pictures on your phone. I didn't know he'd try to hurt you. I'm so sorry Stan."

As she was talking Glenda came padding up behind my folks and Susan. She stood looking at us for a moment then moved through the group and stood beside me. Her face looked so scared when she touched my left arm gently. She gasped when I said ouch and jerked away from her. She started to pull back and I wrapped my arm around her. She tensed up then I felt her relax and move into my embrace.

All three of my guests were staring at us. I said, "Glenda was here when George arrived last night." I looked over at Susan and continued, "She was giving me hell for being mean to you when George came screaming into my drive and slammed into the back of her car. She saw the whole mess and almost got hurt very badly when George tried to hit her with the tire iron also."

As I was saying that I noticed her blouse was still torn and as she moved I could see her bra covered tits from time to time. What really bothered me though was the blood I saw on her white blouse.

I quickly turned her toward me and stepped back. I tore her blouse open as I said, "Shit. Are you hurt bad? I'm sorry Glenda I didn't know that asshole actually hit you. Why didn't you tell me you'd been hurt?"

Glenda grabbed her top and tried to hold it closed as I bent forward to see how badly she had been cut. She backed away from me and stood half turned away from us. "Stan, it's OK. He just barely broke the skin. It's only like a skinned knee and not more than a couple of inches long. I'm OK Stan!" 

Mother and Susan grabbed Glenda and pulled her toward the master bathroom. I heard mother say, "Come with me Glenda. I don't care if it is only a scrape we need to clean it up and take care of it. We also need pictures of it in case the police need them."

Dad and I looked at each other a moment then turned to go into the kitchen to make coffee. We were sitting on the patio drinking our first cup when the three women came back out. Glenda was wearing one of my shirts. Glenda pulled one of my chairs up near mine before she sat down. We all sat and finished the pot of coffee and discussed the night before. As we were visiting I found out that Susan had read about George's arrest in the paper. It had only said I had been injured, not how badly. She rushed over to my parents house to see how badly I was hurt. They had already seen the article and called the police for information. They were just coming out of the house to come see me when she arrived so she came with them. They said they had tried to phone me but got no answer. That, of course, got me looking for my phone. I could not find it and so finally I had mother dial it. We heard it ringing and found it lying on the ground in the flower bed near where I had fallen the last time. Apparently Glenda had dropped it when George had attacked her.

After we found the phone the three women went into the house and began preparing lunch. I realized I was starving. I had not had supper the night before and no breakfast either. I took a nice hot shower while they were preparing lunch. When I was finished I made Glenda take one also. After she returned from her shower we ate and visited until mid afternoon. I don't know how many phone calls I received from friends and employees checking on me. I also had several visitors stopping by to be sure I was ok.

The only phone call I really minded came from my ex. She didn't identify herself but I saw the phone number was her parents so... All she said before she hung up was, "You lucky Bastard."

Over the course of the next week things got back to normal. I repaired my house and continued with my business. If anything, this little altercation helped me. I got several requests to bid a job because the customer read in the article that I operated a construction company.

Now I have another problem. Well, it's not really a problem I suppose. I have this darn woman coming around all the time to check on me or to make sure I am eating right. I have to admit it sure is nice to get home and find Glenda waiting on me. I finally gave up and let her have a key. Now I come home and find supper ready and a smiling super hot female waiting to serve the meal and eat with me. I'm thinking about making it permanent but...



Payback



Prelude: 1990

There were only two things that John Tolbert cared about -- football and fucking. In both he was ferocious.

John was eagerly anticipating the day he'd been waiting for all year -- scout day. That was the day when college recruiters came to take a look at him and the other seniors on the varsity football team. 

"This is my ticket outta this chicken-shit town!" he'd been telling himself.

John had the arm and the instincts that the college coaches were looking for. Nothing was going to hold him back; except maybe, his grades which were probably the lowest amongst all of the athletes on any of the schools' teams. As far as he was concerned, football and ONLY football was his means of avoiding what he feared the most: being a former high school jock stuck in his small, dead-end hometown with nothing going for him except remembering his "glory days". Three members of his family had already met the same fate. This father and uncle had both been highly touted football players in their respective years. Neither lasted more than a season in college: his dad got injured and his uncle was expelled because of a cheating. Years later, John's older sister earned all-state honors in basketball and was recruited to the state's championship women's college team. Things looked promising for Nancy -- but just before her senior year she and three teammates were caught using steroids and were kicked out of school. After a year of trying to land on women's teams in Europe, Nancy finally returned home.

All three -- John's father, uncle and sister - ended up at the town's one steady industry -- the local plant that made parts for train engines.

John was determined that he would not end up like them. He even had a little extra "help" in his corner: his coach.

Coach Lewis had been "looking out" for his players for the past seven seasons. No one in the town had noticed (or cared) that so many of his guys were making it into schools that they otherwise would never have considered. Coach had made arrangements with select college scouts to receive a few dollars under the table -- which he in turned shared with a few teachers to "adjust" a grade or two.

Coach Lewis' "football factory" had been operating without a hitch -- but that was until Barbara Stevens came along and took a position in the Social Studies department. The coach approached her and made his proposal. He didn't anticipate that she would ask for more than he was offering. He "convinced" her to take less than she wanted -- since she was new to the game -- with the possibility of making more in the future.

"That's the way it goes, honey." He told her sternly. "Take it or leave it."

Although insulted, she took it. The next day she met with her principal and a lawyer.

No one noticed anything was amiss for weeks. It all started when Coach Lewis was asked to a meeting with the school board which was also attended by his teacher's union rep, the athletic directors at the state and county levels, two of his "football factory" teachers, his biggest paying football scout and Ms. Stevens. By the end of that day, Coach Lewis and the two teachers were fired, the college scout was banned from the recruiting in the state and the story was all over the news the next day. 

Only two of the senior players received offers to play college football that year, John was among the ones who were passed over.

For "helping" to bring the whole scandal to light, Barbara Stevens was allowed to secretly take a teaching job in another state.

John Tolbert never got the opportunity to play football beyond high school. He bounced from job to job for a while, battled depression and alcoholism, and spent several years unemployed. A few years after his father passed, he continued sharing the house with his sister.

Much to his dismay, he eventually ended up at the engine plant with his sister and some of his former teammates.

Two years later, John had taken all he could stand of the way his life had turned out -- he needed a fresh start. His sister helped him land a new job with a carpenter two counties away. John packed everything he owned into his truck (which wasn't very much) and never looked back.

2006

John had grown to like his new job. After a few years as a carpenter's apprentice he branched out on his own. The work was steady and he was able to make a nice living for himself. He was almost able to get over the disappointing turns his life had taken.

Until the day he took a call to renovate a den.

He arrived at the small two-bedroom bungalow late that afternoon to give the estimate. This would be his last appointment of the day.

He had to suppress a look of shock when the middle-aged black woman answered the door. Her face showed a few more wrinkles than he remembered, and there were more than just a few extra pounds and streaks of grey -- the name on the order read Barbara Davies, but without a doubt, this was the woman who was responsible for crushing his dreams: Barbara Stevens!

It took him a few seconds to contain his anger, but he excused himself and played the part.

"Sorry, Mrs. Davies," he grinned, "it's been a really rough day."

"No problem." She replied eyeing him cautiously.

They sat in the living room and went over the initial paperwork and her ideas. A few minutes later she was leading him to the den.

Much to John's delight, she neither recognized nor remembered him.

"Will I need to speak with Mr. Davies about any of this?" he inquired.

"No!" she suddenly snapped, and was instantly ashamed for her reaction.

"Sorry..." he replied as he continued taking measurements.

Later as he was leaving, she stopped him to apologize for her sudden outburst. "My ex-husband," she started. "It was a really ugly divorce." She was unable to look him directly in the eye. "You know how it is, bad things from the past that sometimes come back to bite you?"

"I understand perfectly." John nodded. "Better than you know."

They agreed that he would start the work that weekend.

John went home that night and drank heavily. A part of him wanted to go back to Barbara Davies house and strangle her.

The next day he came up with a better idea and spent the rest of the week planning it out.

On Saturday morning he arrived an hour earlier than he was expected, along with a two man crew. Barbara came to the door wearing a short robe and barefoot, still a little groggy and confused.

John apologized for the impromptu arrival as he and his men noisily carried their equipment to the den. He and his men ogled Barbara's thick exposed thighs as she climbed the stairs to her room.

The next afternoon, John sent his crew home early. Barbara entered the den to get a peek at the progress being made.

They made pleasant small talk. She offered him a drink.

"Water, soda?" she asked.

"Beer would be better." He smiled as he produced two beers from his cooler.

"OK." She smiled back and they continued to make small talk. Much to his delight the two were making a connection. He could tell that she was lonely and in need of company or attention.

Three beers later he could tell she was getting a little tipsy, so he moved on to the next phase of his plan: flirting. John surmised that Barbara probably hadn't had a relationship or a good fuck in quite a while.

His plan was simple: she had fucked him, he would return the favor.

After beer five, John was massaging her feet on the couch. She giggled and purred as he slowly slipped his hand along her calf towards her thighs.

A few minutes later her skirt was bunched around her waist as his fingers roughly, rubbed her pussy through her silk panties. He pressed his tongue down her throat, forcing her back awkwardly against the couch so that it was difficult for her to move.

Barbara could only moan. Whether from protest or pleasure John couldn't tell -- nor did he really care.

Finally he set her free from his grasp and pulled her into a wobbly stance.

"Strip!" He sneered.

Caught off guard by his abruptness, she took a small step back, bumping into the coffee table.

"Now!" He commanded again, leaning towards her.

Barbara's shaky hands moved to her blouse and began fumbling with the buttons. She stopped when she was down to her bra and panties, thinking maybe that this was all he wanted.

"No!" John snapped again, "All of it!"

Barbara looked like a dear-in-headlights as she slowly peeled off her panties and unfastened her bra. She made a feeble attempt to cover herself after dropping them to the floor.

John smiled. Barbara was unshaven, with a triangle-mound of curly, black pubic hair at the top of her thick thighs. Her breasts were large, brown melons with huge black areolas around protruding 1/2 --inch nipples. There were a few stretch-marks on her belly, breasts and thighs.

"She's still fuckable." John thought to himself. "I think I might enjoy this more than I thought."

John stood and undid his belt and zipper. In one swift movement he pushed his jeans and boxers down to his ankles. His rigid 9-inch cock pointed directly at her, between his pale but muscular thighs. Her eyes were transfixed.

"Come over here." He told her.

In two short steps she stood at arm's length.

"Down." He said.

Slowly and still wobbly, she dropped (almost fell) to her knees. John guided his cock to her face -- she needed no further instructions.

With one hand pumping his member, she slowly took the rest into her mouth to gently suck him. John abruptly pushed her hand away, grabbed the back of her head with both hands and slammed his full length to the back of her throat.

Gagging and off-balance, Barbara grabbed the back of his thighs to keep from falling. John's tight grip on her hair was what literally kept her from toppling over.

Gasping and gagging, Barbara's nose and throat were filled with his sweaty, musky scent and taste. Her eyes began to water. She began to choke until she suddenly remembered to breathe through her nose.

John throat-fucked her mercilessly, thoroughly enjoying the gagging and slurping noises she was forced to make. He pulled at the tight bun that her hair was done in causing it to come loose. 

"You like that, Barb?!" he asked, pulling cock out so that it slapped loudly against her cheek. "You like gettin' skull-fucked like that, huh?!"

A deep gasp and cough was all she could manage.

"That's OK." He said, rubbing his member against her face and hair, "I got plenty more for you!"

She attempted to open her mouth for him again, but he seemed to be avoiding it. Instead he continued to smear saliva and pre-cum all over her face.

Pushing her back against the coffee table, John sat and removed his boots, socks and jeans. Spreading his legs wide, he called her forward again as he stroked himself.

When Barbara was close enough, he grabbed the back of her head roughly again, forcing her face down to his crotch.

"Suck my balls, bitch!" He snapped.

Lowering her head and opening her mouth wide, Barbara allowed him to drop his nut-sack onto her tongue. The heavy, pungent smell and taste almost caused her to wretch. One by one she licked and sucked his hairy, sweaty balls.

"Good girl!" he congratulated her, before yanking on her hair again. "Now lick my ass!"

Before Barbara could protest, he raised his legs and shoved her head until her nose was wedged between his butt-cheeks.

"You heard me, bitch!" he snarled. "Lick it!"

Reluctantly, she extended her tongue until it came into contact with the crack of his ass. John spread his legs wider until he felt her tongue press against his ass-hole.

"There you go, just like daddy wants it!" he laughed.

Barbara licked his smelly, sweaty ass until her tongue became almost numb with the taste. John draped one leg over her shoulder to prevent her from moving.

When he was done he righted himself and pushed her back against the coffee table again. She sat there looking at him sheepishly and teary-eyed.

"Go and wash out your mouth and then get your ass back in here!" He ordered.

Without hesitation she obeyed. When she returned, John said nothing for several long seconds. She nervously shifted from side to side, covering her breasts and staring at the floor.

"Turn around and grab your fuckin' ankles!" he suddenly snapped.

Slowly she did as he said, receiving a loud slap on her ass when she didn't move fast enough.

"I mean NOW, bitch!" John snarled.

Bending over as best she could, Barbara's large 40-DD tits hung down in her face, blocking him from her line of vision.

Without warning, John thrust three thick, rough, dry and calloused fingers into her cunt causing Barbara to cry out. He was surprised at how wet she was.

"Hmmm?" he thought to himself. "Maybe this fat bitch is getting' off on this?"

"Bet you like this, don't you bitch?!" John said as he forcefully finger-fucked her. "You like gettin' this black pussy fucked!"

"Omigod!" was all Barbara could moan in reply. Her own breasts were now smacking against her face.

It wasn't long before she was fucking him back.

"Yeah, look at that, you nasty fuckin' whore! You like it!"

Again without warning, John thrust the index finger of his free hand into Barbara's ass. She cried out even louder this time.

"That's right!" John snarled. "That's what I wanna hear! Scream you fuckin' black cunt!"

And she did -- much louder than before. The sudden intrusion into her virgin ass was as much a shock as it was painful.

"Please, no more...!" She gasped and sobbed. "That's too rough..."

"Think I really give a fuck, bitch?!" he snarled, as he continued to thrust his fingers into her.

Barbara then received another sudden shock -- despite being sore, scared and still a little drunk -- she was about to cum. A low rumble began to build in her ears as her thighs began to tremble and grow weak.

"Omigod!" she gasped again, as she began losing her balance.

John allowed her to tumble to the floor head first, collapsing in front of the chair in a trembling, sweaty mass of brown flesh and twitching nerves. This was the hardest orgasm Barbara had felt in a very long time.

"Nice job..." John thought to himself as he stood over her stroking his cock.

He admired his handy-work. She lay there curled in a very awkward position -- one knee was bent up to her chest, the adjacent shoulder was twisted in the opposite direction, her face pressed into the base of the chair. John surmised that she must have been very uncomfortable -- he was very pleased, so pleased that it made him cum.

"Oh yeah!" he grunted, shooting gobs of sticky-jism into her hair.

When he was done, John wiped cock clean on her blouse and got dressed. Barbara didn't move, only panting and sobbing as she continued to lay in an awkward slump -- her mind still swirled from everything that had just happened.

"I'll be back tomorrow to finish the job." John announced as he gathered his tools. "Clean up and get some rest -- you're gonna need it!"

On the drive home, John thought about everything that had led him to this point. He thought about his dad, his sister, the "dream of football glory" that never happened.

That night, John made a few phone calls. He remembered that he wasn't the only one that Barbara (Stevens) Davies had screwed over...



Payback



You have been a little shit to me all day. You know that I am busy and can do nothing about it, but still you tease. This morning before work you grab my hand while I am getting ready to leave for work, pull me towards you, and then kisses me deeply while your hands rubbed me through my pants. As soon as I was hard you stopped, wished me a good day, and then ran off again. Oh the text messages you sent me today. Telling me how you are playing with yourself, how you want to fuck me on my desk, and even sent me a picture of you playing with yourself. Then you would not answer any of my texts. At lunch you call me and let me listen to you cum and then hang up. I try and call back and you don't answer. You emailed me and asked for me to meet you after work at the restaurant down the road from our house. I show up and find you sitting at the bar in your sundress showing so much cleavage.

We take a table and sit down with and some of our friends come in to say hi and sit with us. You leave to the restroom and then come back and drop your panties on the table in front of me and then sit down. I grab them quickly before our friends could see and you just grin. Maybe it was just that I was so horny, but every move you made seemed sensual. Like you were still teasing me. Then you go back to your car and I watch you flash your bare pussy to me in the parking lot just before you get in the car and drive off towards home. I get in my car and try and race you home, but you beat me home and then knowing that you are in so much trouble you jump out of your car and giggling, run into the house just before me. The chase is on!

I chase you into the dinning room where you hide on the other side of the table from me and tease me further by pulling down the top of your dress showing me your tits. You then lift your breast up and lick the nipple. I begin to take off my tie and you see the danger in my eyes. I chase you around the table and then you are off again towards the bedroom. You try to shut the door, but my foot stops it. I push the door open and you tumble squealing away from me to the floor. You start to crawl away, but I grab your foot and pull you towards me. "No, no, no don't!" I hear from you, but it is filled with so much amusement that I cannot help but ignore your pleas. 

I sit on your butt and grab your hand to keep you from escaping. "I have you now," I say in a deep threatening tone. I pull it behind your back and then reach for the other hand and pull it too behind your back and into my hand. With my necktie in hand I tie your hands tightly behind your back. I then pull you up to your knees and grip your hair in my hand. "You are such a tease and a slut. Oh how you have tortured me all day. So now you are going to pay me back." With my other hand I unbutton and unzip my pants. I take my cock out and pull your head over to it. "Suck me now. Swallow my cum and then I am going to fuck you so hard you will have wished you were not such a tease." 

You open your mouth and suck me in. You start to slowly bob your head back while sucking me. You do feel so good, but I want to use you. You deserve to be used. With my hand still in your hair I start to direct your head. I see your arms pulling trying to get free but you are helpless here. I go deeper into your mouth hitting the back of your throat. My hips start to move back and forth as well gaining momentum. I can see your eyes start to water a little and I pull out giving you a chance to say something. You just gasp, open your mouth again and suck me back in. I grab your hair with both hands and start to fuck your face. I hear the sounds you make while I fuck your mouth around my cock. That mixture of a moan and of extra effort. I groan and then pull out just in time to splash your lips and cheeks with my cum. I then push back into your mouth and you suck the rest of me dry while your watery eyes looking up at me from your cum splattered face. I can see the black streaks of your mascara running down your cheeks and it just makes you look that much sexier.

I pull out reach down, and pick you up. I toss you face first on the bed still leaving your legs hanging over the edge. You start to squeal again and I grab your panties you left for me from the restaurant from my pocket and shove it into your mouth. "Thank you for the panties. Now I am going to tease you like you did me all day. Then I am going to fuck you." And with that I bend down, flip her dress up over her back get down behind her and start to lick your pussy. I start from the ass and then work my way down to your clit. I hear your moans and feel you wiggle. I give your ass a quick slap. "Hold still or I may have to completely tie you up." My hand then rubs your ass and I again start to lick you. I stick three fingers in your wet cunt and slowly fuck you with them. So slow... never enough to make you cum. As soon as you start to get close I stop and then just rub your ass and then give it a good slap and tell you how you deserve this. 

How long I do this you do not know, but it feels like forever. Then it happens. WHAM! You feel me penetrate you fully with one long hard stroke; you were not expecting it so it was almost painful to you and causes you to cry out. Then I start to fuck you hard and fast. I reach down pull out your gag so I can hear you start to cum on my cock. As soon as your orgasm slows I pull out, grab your hands, flip you over. I can see your labored breathing as I grab your legs, pulling them together I then put them both on one shoulder and penetrate you again. Pushing hard into your tight pussy. Your legs pressed together make things so tight it is almost painful. You are so sensitive from your recent orgasm that you cry out, but I continue to fuck you. Your head thrashes from side to side and I know that you must be getting close again. I suddenly pull out... shove three fingers in and start to finger fuck you while I stroke my dick. You close your eyes as you start to cum again and do not hear me groan or watch as I shoot all over your pussy.



Payback!



(All characters in this story are the age of consent. Had to put this here since it got rejected, even though I made it pretty clear the main character and his fiancé were both 18.)



I've been pretty inseparable with my girlfriend since we met, and we were so close, you'd think that we were glued together.

I was fourteen when we met, and I was a quarterback for the Raging Lions, while she, coincidentally, was a cheerleader for them. I know, cliché.

Well, it all started great.

She was really different from most of the other cheerleaders, she wasn't just hot and had a pair of big tits that barely fit her uniform, but she was really kind, sweet, sincere and easy to get along with; not to mention she had a great sense of humor and laughed at all my jokes, no matter how stupid they were.

We became closer them what couples usually were.

Clingy? Yeah, maybe, but neither one of us minded, and we still had some boundaries, like alone time, away from each other.

But now that I'm hitting nineteen, I've stated noticing a lot of things that bother me.

I started noticing that she's been really distant lately, she kisses me less often, usually only once or twice a day, and it's never anything more than a short peck on the lips.

She reached the point where she hugs me very little, and 'I love you', has become very infrequent as well.

Another thing that was bothering me was the fact she seemed to be hanging with her guy friends more often, something which she didn't do often when we were together, but now she would go off and hang out frequently with them.

And lastly, the one thing that bothered me the most, was this: She'd let them lay their heads on her tits.

I sat down at the table surrounded my all my friends and family; my best friend Justin Godwin was there, Ethan Mackleson, Joan Taylor, Skip Rogers, my Mom, my Dad, my sister Kim, my aunts and uncles, my cousins and grandparents, everyone was there, except...Kristen.

After the party, I walked out of the house, and just sat down on the front porch; my cheeks resting in my palms while a glum look overtook my expression.

"Are you okay, Leslie? And happy nineteenth birthday."
I heard an attractive, mature voice address me.

I lifted my gaze and hit the face of Diane Winston; more commonly referred to by me, as Mrs. Winston.

Diane was Kristen's mother. 

I was told by Mr. Craigson, my neighbor who lived on the left of my house, Diane used to be something quite pleasing to look at, but that changed.

It changed when Diane caught her husband of ten years cheating on her about four years ago with another woman. 

Diane turned to fiod for comfort, and just kinda gave up on trying to stay healthy and exercise, and started eating in large portions.

This became something she relied on.

With the ensuing shit she had to go through with her husband leaving her, disappearing from her and Kristen's life, going off some place he never revealed, and toying with her by staying married and not divorcing her,  her food comfort grew until her portions increased and she'd stay up late at night to eat.

She was actually quite large. 

She was over four hundred pounds, with her attractive face being the most thin of her whole body, had a huge, perfectly round, sagging stomach, and her breasts, which I was never able to make out their size, were quite large; impressively huge.

She had dark brown hair that was fixed into a bun, and her eyes were a darker, almost black, brown..

She was actually rather beautiful, especially in the face; a pretty decent looking forty three year old; a milf, you could call her.

She was always really nice to me; treated me like family, even before I had became engaged to Kristen.

But married women weren't my thing.

I knew and was ashamed and embarrassed of the way she looked, because she always wore something that covered as much of her body as she could, and didn't flaunt her body like Kristen or other women I've seen.

"I--I'm fine." I lied.

"Are you sure?" She asked again; her tone motherly.

She sat down beside me, although, took up quite a bit of room, but I didn't mind.

I felt one of her meaty arms wrap around me, and I turned to look at her; sighing in discouragement as I wrapped my arms around her, turning my body to face her.

"You know you can talk to me, right?" She inquired in a soothing tone.

"Yes, ma'am." I nodded.

"Then, why don't you?"

"Kristen never showed up." I finally said; feeling like a lump got caught in my throat.

"Honey," she smiled gingerly at me, "she may just be late."

"But it's my birthday!" I said; my tone raising a little more than I would have liked.

She looked startled, but then a smile just crept across the corners of her face.

She brought the other arm behind me; hugging me tighter.

My chest hit her breasts; and I felt something raising up in my jeans.

I went bright red, and just hoped she didn't notice or feel, that, by now, I was poking into her spherical stomach.

She noticed.

Her cheeks flushed, but instead of looking too freaked out, she ignored it and just kept hugging me in a firm, soothing, comforting, warm hug.

I always liked Mrs. Winston's hugs; she was great at them, and her hugs were even better than Kristen's; she gave the best ones and it just made me smile and relax.

"Maybe Kristen will help you with your friend when she gets home." She giggled softly in my ear.

I went redder.

"I'm sorry." I apologized, clearly embarrassed.

"It's fine, sweetie. I've had more than one touch me before. Believe me: You're not the first man who's erection has touched me."

"I'm still embarrassed." I felt like I had became two inches tall at that moment.

"You're my fiancée's mother. It's weird I'm getting a boner, that my boner is actually poking into you the way that it is."

As we sat there together, I watched as a car pulled up.

The car was a hoodless, well-polished, 1993 red Camaro.

Emerging from the passenger side of the car, pushing the door open, and walking out, was none other than Kristen.

I stared towards the car, and noticed another person in it, I instantly recognized who the male was: It was Johnny White; one of her friends, one if the guys she knew from our years in high school, the running back for the Raging Lions.

Johnny was a pretty good long guy.

Back in high-school, we used to he considered the two most  desirable guys in school, and I seemed to lose out to Johnny by just a little.

He was pretty good friends with Kristen, but I never interacted with him much outside the game, except when we went out for burgers or pizza to celebrate our victories.

He had long hair that went to his shoulders, which was a far cry from the length it used to be back when he was on the team, and his eyes were gray; another thing that set him apart from the other guys on the team.

He was wearing a black, leather jacket, a plan white T, a matching pair of black leather pants, and a pair if black boots.

The spiked choker was new.

"Leslie!" Kristen's voice was excited. 

Kristen took more after her father when it came to physical appearances.

She had his blond hair, and also his forest green eyes.

She was quite the looker.

A nice pair of DDDs that she always chose to proudly display in whatever it was she decided to wear, an ass that, although small and not quite a match to a black chick's, was pretty round.

She also had freckles; one thing she didn't outgrow.

She had her hair fixed into the same style she would back when she was a cheerleader; pigtails, and she was dressed in a pink top that showed shameless amounts of cleavage, and a pair of booty shorts that showed her small, yet bubble-like, butt.

"I told you she'd show up." Diane patted me on the shoulder.

I stayed sitting down.

I was in an awkward position, I had a boner, and it was practically penetrating her mother through the stomach.

"You're about an hour late..." I stated; agitation obvious in my voice.

"I'm sorry, baby. I was shopping with Annie and then I ran into Johnny. We got to talking and I just kinda lost track of time."

I shook my head.

"You should apologize, Kristen." Diane suggested.

"You're right, Mom. Leslie, I'm really sorry I missed the party. But I did bring you something back." 

"It's fine." I sighed.

"Come inside so I can give it to you." 

"Hug me." Though my words came out more of a request than an actual order.

Kristen beamed; walked towards me, and as I stood up; hugged me with both arms.

My dick poked into her.

She looked surprised, but then she quickly just giggled in a hushed voice, and wrapped both slender arms around me.

"Aww. Baby, are you horny?"
She whispered softly into my ear.

I think her mother heard, because she walked over towards Johnny to give us some space to talk.

"A little." I meekly replied.

"How about I give you a tit-fuck?" There was a mischievous smirk on her face when she whispered this.

"I'd love that." I quietly spoke with a smile.

"Mom, Johnny," she turned to gaze at them, "Leslie wants to show me a new poster and some statues he got. We'll be back in a minute."

"We'll be here." Johnny winked.

Something about the way he winked at her made my stomach turn, or, maybe it was just the fact he had winked at her.

Kristen took me by the hand and we made our way inside, where we then proceeded into my room.

She locked the door.

"I'm sorry if it seems like I haven't been giving you much attention. I know it's wrong: I'm your fiancée; I should be treating you like you're my number one."

"It's fine." I lied. "Don't worry about it."

"Let me make it up to you, please? I feel really bad about this."

She slid her top over her shoulders, then over her head, and then threw it down, reached behind her to undo her bra, and let it fall down; revealing her big tits.

Her breasts sagged slightly, but stood up perfectly for the most part.

Her nipples were dark and puffy.

"Poor thing. I hope you haven't been dealing with that hard-on for long. Let me relieve your cock."

She undid the belt from my jeans and then unbuttoned them, reached her thumb and index finger to the zipper and unzipped them.

She pulled my dick up through my underwear and reached a hand forward; rubbing on it to make it harder.

I moved my dick towards her cleavage, and she took both boobs, and squashed them together; sandwiching my dick.

"You like that?" She spoke in a creamy, sexual, tone. 

I grew more in her tits, then I started to thrust between them, slowly, up and down, up and down while her eyes watched it.

"Want me to suck your fat cock while you fuck my tits?" Her naughty smirk grew.

"Oh, Krissy," I grabbed her thigh, "I'd love to feel your warm mouth on my dick."

"Happy Birthday, baby." She took the head into her mouth and sucked on it while she bounced her tits up and down.

"Missed that fat dick!" She mumbled over my member; shaking her melons up and down.

"Oh...Yeah, baby." She breathily moaned. "I want that hot jizz all over my fat tits."

"Krissy," I sighed softly in pleasure, "I'll come wherever you want me to.."

"I want it all over my face, but that'll have to wait."

She vacuumed more into her mouth, sucking with more pressure, and still moving her tits up and down; bouncing them against my dick; rubbing against it.

"Mm..." She sucked harder; shaking her tits up and down faster and quicker.

I reached a hand down towards her shorts, and gently, I pressed my palm against them; rubbing my hand over her crotch.

Her mouth left my dick.

"B--baby...You'll make me come all over myself..."

"We can wait." I frowned.

"No. It's your birthday." She let go of her tits momentarily and reached down, unzipped her shorts, and them moved enough of her panties out of the way I had access to her dark, trimmed pussy.

"Help yourself." She grinned wider.

I dipped my hand into her pussy, all at once, and my hole hand fit inside her.

A loud cry escaped her lips, and, fixing her tits again, she started to hump my hand; soft moans escaping her lips.

"Oh, yeah...Leslie! Oh, my pussy. Finger it! AH, finger my cunt."

I thrusted my hand in and out of her wet tunnel; my hand pushing against her wetness while half of my arm actually fit inside her pussy, reaching deep inside her. 

"Oh, yeah..." She pushed her tits hard against my dick as I thrusted between them, and jammed my hand in and out of her big pussy.

I pulled my hand away, then peeled her panties off, picked her up, and pushed her back against the wall while I pushed my dick into her cunt.

"W--wait, Leslie.." She objected.

"I'm sorry. I can't wait that long. I really need you right now and a titfuck won't suffice."

"Unnh. Then bang me; bang me until my pussy is dry."

I grabbed her ass with a firm grip, pushing the head of my cock into her, and then pushed the rest in; she took it all in with ease; not so much as a single scream coming from her lips, nor any signs of discomfort.

"Ahh...Ahh.." She breathed quietly; soft moans making their way out if her voice.

I sent my first thrust into her, then another that was faster and much harder.

She grabbed my neck, and started pushing her hips; pushing her butt against my cock; humping me.

She pushed her mouth towards my neck; biting down while she thrusted her hips to met each thrust that was sent into her sex.

"M--mmmngh! Oh, yeah..." She pushed her hips harder; humping me faster.

She tightened her grip on me, and I sent a harder thrust into her.

Kristen smirked; pushing her boobs hard against me; so that they were smearing against my chest, and when she did that, I pushed in deeper.

I pushed her harder against the wall, she yelped, but just humped away; pushing herself down onto my thrusts while her breathing quickened.

I hit my peak.

After a while longer, I came inside of her in such a long sea of come, I was kind of surprised myself.

She stared at me wide-eyed, her mouth gaping in shock; her pussy had overflowed, not from her own juices, but from the massive torrents I sent into her.

She dripped it all over my floor.

"You...You were really horny, weren't you?" She inquired; nearly speechless.

I nodded.

"We better head back. We'll be leaving soon."

We cleaned up, then returned outside.

We left and headed to Kristen's house on Fifth Avenue

I rode with her and her mother.

When we finally arrived at her house, we got out of the van, and walked towards the house, going inside once Mrs. Winston had unlocked the door.

Once we reached the living room, Mrs. Winston sat down on the sofa, and I sat beside her, while Johnny sat in the recliner, and Kristen standing before us.

"I wasn't sure what to get," she spoke, "so I got you this." 

She handed me a carefully wrapped rectangular box-shaped gift.

I took it and opened it.

It was a PS4; the system I had been wanting and drooling over ever since it had been unveiled.

I was speechless.

I didn't say a thing after adding it, instead, I say it down and wrapped my arms around Kristen, hugging her in a real tight hug.

She simply giggled; hugging me back tight.

"All right, dude," Johnny whistled, "that's the shit, right there."

I ignored him and just hugged my fiancée; giving her a deep kiss right on her lips that she graciously returned.

"We already knew you were going to be celebrating at your place, dear, but we wanted to throw you a little something as well."

"Mrs. Winston, you don't have to." I shook my head.

"Nonsense, honey. We wanted to. Me and Kristen both wanted to."

"Well," I hit my forehead, grinning, "if you insist."

"Mom, is the cake ready?"

"I finished it quite some time before you left, this morning." Replied Mrs. Winston.

Mrs. Winston patted my shoulder lightly, then rose from  the sofa and wandered into the kitchen, with Kristen behind her.

After a few minutes, both me and Johnny were called into the kitchen.

We all sat down at the glass table, with Kristen on my left and Mrs. Winston on my right, and Johnny at the end of the table.

Mrs. Winston served us each a slice of Dutch chocolate cake, giving me the biggest slice, and serving herself, last.

"It's really good, Mrs. Winston, did you bake it yourself?" I inquire.

"Yes. Kristen wanted to do it, but she had to get ready to leave, with Johnny. So I made it."

I chewed and swallowed what was in my mouth, but then gently sat down my fork, and looked towards Kristen, and then Johnny.

I was silent for the longest time.

"Really?" I tried not to sound too suspicious, but I think I failed in that compartment.

Kristen looked at me timidly.

"Boy," I changed the subject, "Mrs. Winston, you sure make the best cake."

Mrs. Winston just laughed; but reached a hand to my shoulder and patted it.

After we finished the cake, we all headed back into the living room.

We changed spots, and now Johnny was sitting on the sofa with Kristen.

There was an old, black and white romance movie on TV, and Mrs. Winston was pretty much mesmerized by it, but I started to notice that her expression was changing more, and soon, I noticed tears in her eyes.

I knew and was something of a romantic, but, I also knew that the stuff she went through a lot of with the Mr. 

"Are you all right, Mrs. Winston?" I asked, tonelessly.

I was surprised I was the first to ask or even notice, and when I turned to look at Kristen and Johnny, they we're too busy whispering in each other's ear to have even noticed.

"I--I'm fine." Mrs. Winston answered.

She was obviously not fine, and I could easily tell this by how she sounded when she answered me.

I did what I normally would have done, for her, Kristen or my mother, when I saw either of them cry; I wrapped my arms around her, and Mrs. Winston did the same; sobbing.

I think when her sobbing grew, that's when Kristen finally took notice.

"Mother, are you okay"

I laughed mentally at to myself at how long it took her to notice something was wrong.

I was just a friend to her mother, and yet, I noticed first.

When Kristen came to comfort her, I released her and broke away, then rose from the couch and headed into the kitchen.

I stayed in there for quite some time until Kristen came about thirty minutes later.

"Come to my room," she spoke, "let's make love."

"I actually need to be getting home right about now. So maybe later."

"What about a blowjob, at least?" She looked at me; hopeful.

"Sorry." Was my response.

She looked disappointed, but I had already made up my mind.

I took my things and left.

When I got home, I didn't even obsess over the fact I had gotten a PS4, and just went straight to sleep.

The next day I went by her house, only to notice that Mrs. Winston's van was gone, that she most likely went to buy groceries.

I noticed that Kristen's Firebird was in the drive-way, so she must have been home.

I saw she wasn't in the living room watching TV.

I heads sounds coming from her room; she must have been watching group sex again on her desktop.

I went to her door and opened it. 
What I saw made me wish my heart would have ceased beating all together.

She was having an orgy.

There was four guys and one girl.

One guy was fucking her in the ass, one was fucking her from beneath in her dirty snatch, she was giving two handjobs, and was sucking the nipple of a busty brunette.

I couldn't believe this.

All the years I had dated her, wasted for this? She was cheating on me?

I was about to leave, but I had an idea pop into my head. 

I pulled out my phone, set it to camera mode, then took a video of what was happening.

I left once I finished it.

She came over later that day, about two hours later, but didn't know what awaited her was a huge shock.




Payback!



"Are you okay, babe? You look tense." She noted.

"I know what you did." I said, angrily, yet relaxed; staring penetratingly at her.

"....You know?" Her words were w gasp, and gee eyes went wide.

"You've been sleeping around behind my back. You're just a big slut!"

"Fuck you." She countered.

"What's wrong, hurt your feelings? Maybe if I stuck a cock in your ass and diseased bush while you suck my tits you'd feel better."

"FUCK, YOU!" She repeated, only louder.

"No, fuck you. I only hope I don't get an STD or something from screwing your worn-out dirty hole. No wonder I could fit my whole hand in there, with all the guys pounding you."

She slapped me hard across the face; a glare on her features.

"You weren't complaining, dumbass. I think all the time I was getting pounded while we dated helped out a lot."

"You sick whore! You've been cheating on me that long?"

"Hell yeah." She proudly confirmed with a smirk.

"Maybe I should just post this online for the whole world to see what a cheap slut you are."

I pulled up my phone and went to the videos; pulling up her sex session.

Her eyes went wider.

"Listen, you little shit, you post that and I'll cut off your damn balls and eat them in front of you."

"I won't." I relaxed. "Not that I'm scared of a tramp like you, but that's not how I am."

"You bette not, you little dipshit. I'll fuck you up."

I laughed at her threat

She glared one more time at me, then turned around and walked away, leaving.

I felt like I was going to throw up; I felt like someone had ripped my heart out and shattered it....She had shown her true colors.

But this wasn't the end.

I called my best friend and told him what happened, he recommended payback, and told me a plan. 

Lager that day, about an hour around two, Mrs. Winston came back. And she surprised me.

"Would you like to come with me o date? It'll be only as friends, of course.
I asked my girlfriends but they were all busy."

"I'd love to." I nodded.

"I'll get ready, then." She walked off to her room.

She returned moments later wearing a purple shirt with long sleeves, matching purple pants, hoop earrings, a gold pendant necklace and red lipstick that really accommodated her hair and face.

All dolled up. 

We left and drove to the restaurant.

"So are you looking forward to marrying Kristen?" She asked.

"Yes ma'am," I lied.

"Good. You two make a great couple." She lifted her glass of ice tea.

"People keep telling us that." I chuckled.

"It's true." She beamed.

The waitress cane with our food came.

Mrs. Winters ton had ordered a double-bacon cheeseburger with a side of fries, while I had ordered a beer-battered cod with butterfly shrimp and a side of hushpuppies.

We took our food and began to eat once the waitress left.

"You and Kristen really remind me of me and Edmund. 
The way you two are so inseparable and close."

I laughed mentally at her comment, but didn't say anything in response, instead, lifted my root beer to my lips and drank it.

She lifted her burger and  brought it up to her mouth, taking a big bite out of it.

I picked up my silverware and started to cut off a piece of my cod.

"Leslie, do you want to have children?" She asked.

"I thought about it. I want to, yes. But I'm not sure how Kristen feels on that. She never told me."

She took another big bite of her burger, chewed it up, then swallowed it.

Suddenly she put her burger down.

"I've tried to date so many guys. But no one wants to date me."

When I heard her voice crack, I quickly put my silverware down.

"I know I have Kristen and my girlfriends...But..Still..I'm so tired of being alone." Tears started to well up in her eyes.

"Mrs. Winterston, what's wrong?" I quickly backed out of my seat, wandering towards her.

People were watching now.

"I used to be beautiful. The only looks I get now are of disgust."

She started to cry hard.

I wrapped my arms around her and she grabbed onto me for comfort.

"I'm just a disgusting, repulsive pig that everyone laughs at. I've even been called a beached whale. I'm just so fat and ugly!"

"Stop it! I think you're beautiful." 

Her eyes widened upon hearing my words, but before she could speak, I kissed her.

She kissed back; pulling me closer, and our kiss grew, but then she pulled away.

"No...We can't." She pulled away.

"We should just eat and go.
I've already created too much if a scene."

After we ate, we headed back to her yellow van in the parking lot.

I kissed her again while she buckled up, and she returned my kiss; her kissing getting harder but not quite make-out heavy.

She ended the kiss again.

"This is wrong. You're my daughter's fiancé; you can't cheat on her."

When she pulled away, I sighed and stared at the floorboard.

We drove back.

"Mrs. Winston, I had fun. Thank you for taking me with you. And I'm sorry I tried ti make a move on you."

She just beamed and nodded.

"I guess I better go before it gets dark." I started to walk away, but soon stopped.

"Wait. What you said back there, that....That you said, that you think I'm beautiful, did you mean it?" 

"Yes, ma'am...I did." I admitted. 

"Leslie.." Her voice was creamy.

I turned to face her, and she was removing her shirt, tossing it onto the ground.

A huge pink bra was before my eyes, and it was the only thing that hid her tits.

I felt my heart pound in anticipation to see the rest of her.

"M--Mrs. Winston.."

She beamed wider and reached her have behind her; the bra fell; a magnificent pair of jumbo 46II tits  bouncing upon release; complete with two inch nipples that needed to be sucked. 

My dick sprang to life.

She removed the rest of her clothes; a hairy pussy being revealed.

She let me see a view of her mega-sized, wrinkly, saggy ass. 

She turned to face me; took her breasts into hands, and squeezed them hard; moaning.

"I want you!" I spat out in a predator-like voice; lust and desire overwhelming me.

Her stomach was huge; bigger than even her tits that were already bigger than her head.

She saw me eying her big, protruding fat belly, and squeezed the fat.

"You like that...?" Her voice was seductive.

"Yes..Yes I do."

"You want to fuck me, don't you?" She smiled knowingly.

"So bad!" It was an instant reply.

She walked closer towards me, and almost as if in a rush, stripped me of all my clothes and grabbed me, leading me to the couch.

"Fuck me in the ass." She breathed against my lips; a lusty kiss being  the result.

I kissed her hard; grabbing her  massive melons.

We kissed for a while, her hand grabbing my big cock, jacking me up and down while she treated me to an even more delicious kiss.

I squeezed her jiggly, mature breasts; squeezing them hard as I had fantasized of doing for so long. 

Her hand pumped me harder; jerking up and down and exploring my dick; re-accustoming herself I the texture of touching a cock. 

I jammed the whole thing in at at once, and immediately I felt overwhelmed by the sheer tightness of Diane's wrinkly, saggy, fat, monstrous, mountain-sized ass; a moan-like breath escaping my lips.

"Damn!" I cried; unable to believe how amazing she felt.

I smacked her left ass cheek, and the wrinkled fat jiggled.

"Ooh!" She moaned upon being spanked, but pushed her ridiculously oversized ass into me.

I sent my first thrust into her tight, titanic ass, and I sighed again at the pleasure and indescribable tightness of her morbidly big caboose. 

"Unhh. You're so big that you're stretching my crack wide open." She whined.

I smacked her ass harder; leaving a red mark. 

"What a big ass! Shit; I'm going to fuck the living hell right out of you!" I spoke in a sexually driven, dominate voice.

"Please," she begged me as I thrust into her mountain, "please fuck my brains out and leaving me begging for more. I feel so dirty right now, being fucked by such a young one...Being seduced by my daughter's fiancée...But you're making me so wet, already, and it feels so good."

"I'll fuck you until you beg me to stop!" I breathed out; my voice deeper than usual.

"Pound my big ass! Pound me!"

I pushed deeper into her ass, and then pulled out quickly, only to slam it back into her again; causing the obese milf to cry out.

"More! More! Push it back in." Her pleading sounded even more desperate.

The feeling of doing something like this, hammering a super-sized mom in the ass, filled me with an indescribable excitement; I was ass fucking a hot mom, knowing that we could be caught at any moment, and yet, it only made me more driven for her and her body.

I pushed it back in, and then pulled back out, only to thrust back in while her gargantuan, fleshy cheeks jiggled and shook.

"AHH! I can't believe how big you are! Your dick...My ass...Mmm!" Her voice was growing louder; desire and lust clear in her tone.

"I need to make a confession." She shakily spoke. "I've fantasized for years, even when my husband was screwing me, of being banged senseless by a young, nimble, hot stud. And for so long I've wanted you!"

Hearing her revelation, her fantasy, made me smile, and I dug deeper into that thick ass; making sure I was drilling her deep.

"I wanted that fat dick for so long.."

"Your fantasy's come true. And I'm going to keep pounding you even after you come!"

"Oh, god! You're making me so wet!"

"You're so much tighter and bigger than Kristen. 
I love how deep you are...How tight and snug you feel on me."

"L--Leslie," she whimpered in pleasure, "it feels so good."

I pounded into her again; my slow thrusts growing while my arousal screamed at me to give it to her harder; to torment that marvelous piece of ass and give her the thrashing of a lifetime.

Bap, bap, bap. 

I could hear the result of the doggy style sex we had engaged in.

She drove me crazy; I didn't even feel this overwhelmingly excited when I banged Kristen for the first time, or even the second or third time. 

"I'm fucking my own daughter's to-be husband...I'm such a filthy  mother!" She expelled harshly. 

"Oh! Ooh....Yes...Oh yes!" She sighed; her hips shaking and her butt pushing into my cock.

"Harder. Give it to me harder. Shatter it." She breathed in shortening breaths.

I got rougher and more violent with my thrusts.

I was saving my bestial appetite for last, once I had her begging me wholeheartedly, that's when I'd give her the full treatment and give her the pounding of her life.

"YES!" She screeched; her voice surrounding the room. "OH, OOH! UNNHHH..."

I could feel a few drops of sweat running down my face while I worked my angry dick in and out of her ass; quick, strong thrusts digging in and out of her while I exhaled and grabbed both sweaty cheeks; filling my hands up with excessive, soft, wrinkled flesh. 

"Ooh! OOH! OOOOH!" 
She continued; the sounds of pleasure building up even further in her voice.

"You're so sexy, Mrs. Winston."

"OoooOOH! P--please; call me Diane. Y--you're the man who's banging me now. T--there's no need t--to be formal."

"Okay, Diane." I smiled; the corners of my mouth curving.

I pulled my meat out, only to push it back into her again; returning to the amazingly tight, deep, dark abyss of her crack.

"G--god! Oh my god! OH MY GOD!" 

She pushed harder against me; the fat cheeks jiggling and bouncing like crazy while I pounded in and out of her.

"P--please! Please g--give it to me, Leslie. G--give this sex-deprived old cougar everything. F--fuck me like you fucked my daughter."

"I'll do better than that," I said; pushing in as deep as I could get, "I'll pound you like I'm pounding the beautiful mom I've always wanted to bang!"

"I'm so wet! G--God! D--do it. Tear me."

I did as she pleaded me; I gave her the full-package; giving her what I had been holding best for last, and rammed her at my maximum speed and strength.

She screamed loud; and just screamed, over and over and over and over and over; pounding her ass into my destructive dick.

"N--no--no one's ever fucked me like this BEFORE! L---LESLIE! Baby, you're tearing my ASSHOLE!"

I drilled her and drilled her; yanking her back and forth in the bed, punishing her ass with each thrust, and leaving her unable to do anything but scream in painful pleasure.

"OH! OOOH! AAAHNN, YES!"

"I'm gonna come all over this beautiful ass." I exhaled sharply; struggling to breath.

She just pushed herself into my meat; her backdoor bouncing up and down while the fat on it jiggled and shook with each pounding.

I jerked her back and forth with my thrusts; my hands digging into the fat of her ass cheeks while I felt my stamina coming to an end.

I pounded her further, but then came; coming inside of her in a powerful, furious torrent; sending it deep into her ass.

She screamed; calling my name, and just like that, came all over the red sofa; squirting all over the place.

I was still fucking her though.

She turned to look at me; the pleasure still clear in her beautiful, rose-red face, while she watched me screw her.

"AHHNN! B--b--baby, sweet baby, you're going to make me come again." She crooned.

I just pushed myself in and out; thrusting and thrusting in her. 

She moved with my thrusts; working her titanic tush and backing into me, moaning and gasping urgently for breath.

"My ass hurts so much...But, ungh! It feels so good...You make me feel so naughty and dirty." 

After quite some time of ravaging her ass longer, after she came, I finally came again, but this time I pulled out, and came all over her red, hand-printed, ass; coating the fat cheeks in a good amount of jizz.

She sat up in the bed; her mouth wide open while she breathed heavily; looking at me while sweat drenched down her face, her tits, and her big, round, belly.

I moved closer towards her, and she reached a fat arm to my back and pushed her body against mine.

She let her hands explore my chest; gazing at my young, hard-muscled body with a look of envy on her face, as well as mesmerized amazement.

She brought her face up to meet with mine, and we engaged into a passionate kiss.

It was kind of strange.

She was so much older than me; years older, old enough to be my own mother, and yet...The frowned upon teenager and cougar relationship excited me.

I liked the feeling it gave me.

I reached for her stomach; gently pulling and rubbing on the fat, deepening the kiss she initiated; seeking further refuge in her mouth while she sighed in content.

I pulled her into my chest; ignoring the feeling of her massive weight; and just let my hands wander all over her chunky frame; grabbing the rolls on her back, and sticking myself into her hairy cunt.

She moaned, but continued kissing me; her eyes closing while we focused on each other's taste.

She deepened the kiss; and urgency overtook the kiss; our kiss becoming wet.

I sent my first thrust into her pussy, and she moaned into my mouth; leading my right hand down to her clit.

I rubbed my thumb on her clit, and then I felt her kiss grow even more greedy. 

My face flushed slightly from the growing smack of our lips, from Diane's wet kiss.

She knew how to kiss; that much was certain. But she was married for quite some time, so why wouldn't she? She had more experience than Kristen, and boy, she did EVERYTHING better than Kristen, sex, making out, everything. 

I pulled my mouth away from hers; taking a moment to try and catch my breath.

"Why.." I muttered out loud, "why are you so amazing?"

Diane's only response was her lips curving upward; and placing a hand up on my cheek.

"Your dick feels all tight in me.." She whispered; her breath hitting my face as she kissed me once more.

I sent another thrust into her; my hands traveling towards her breasts and grabbing them by the erect nipples.

A shrill moan entered my mouth; and she kissed me hard, despite the both of us nearly breathless.

I closed my eyes; crushing my lips harder against hers; feeling the force and aggression of her kissing reaching its end.

"Shit...Diane..." I pulled harder on her nipples, "you're a really good kisser.."

A sigh escaped her lips and she reached a hand down to my balls; rubbing on them with her stubby fingers.

I flipped her onto her back; and she gazed up at me; excitement shinning in her gorgeous dark brown eyes.

I pulled on her nipples; pulling them slightly upward towards me, and Diane's moans turned into cries; her face seeming to turn redder.

I sent another thrust into her; pinching her nipples with my fingers while I pulled on them.

Her lips were trembling hard; whimpers being heard with each thrust I would send back into her, and already she looked like she would just burst, despite us just starting to engage in more sex.

"Thank you.." She spoke to me; her voice losing its volume, and going quiet and soft, "thank you for giving this old cougar the one thing that's been absent from her life for all these years."

"We're not done yet." I let go of her left nipple, and cupped her left cheek; rubbing on it.

"I want you to fuck me after I've filled you up again."

Her eyes dilated further, but then she just smiled; a gentle nod of her head her only response.

I sent another, harder, faster thrust into her soaking wet cunt; leakage falling down her and coating the sofa while her breathing increased accordingly.

She raised her hips; and her legs rose up so that I could get easier access to her; gently wrapping her legs around me.

I breathed in growing respiratory, my face focusing not on her breasts or leaking pussy, but her face that I had found myself ensnared into looking at; trapped in her gaze, and unable to pray my gaze apart.

The way her face looked, the way it looked when she moaned, the look...She was giving me, like how she looked at her husband.

Was I in love with her?

I had came just to fuck her to get back at Kristen....But now, I was slowly realizing, this wasn't about payback anymore; I had fallen completely in love with her mother; my mother to be.

"I love you." Her words were smooth and gentle like the cool breeze.

I felt my pounding heart thud against my chest.

I bit my lip.

All these years I wanted her, a these years, even when I was too underaged, I thought about doing dirty things to her...

"I love you, too." I forced out of my throat.

I smiled at her; running my fingers towards her lips. She kissed my fingers in a sweet, loving, wet kiss.

She moved with my thrusts; our bodies colliding together while I bucked my hips; entering her pussy deeper, causing her to gasp, and grasp onto my shoulders.

"This feels so good. AHHNN. D--did you ever do Kristen like this?" She exhaled.

"You're the only one I've fucked like this. No other woman has driven me so far over the edge with sexual desire, as you have."

"M--m--me?" She blushed harder.

"Something about banging an older woman turns me on," I pulled out, only to thrust back in. 

"Dear," her tone was growing with the increasing pleasure, "give it to me harder."

I started to jam it inside and outside of her; my thrusts becoming much more aggressive and brutal.

"AHH, AHHHH!" 

I grabbed her stomach; rubbing my hand over her belly; just feeling the excessive meat, and then grabbing onto it; holding onto her round, protruding belly.

"P--please...Go deeper." She harshly exhaled.

I went in deeper; reaching the deepest of her depths until I was unable to dig down any deeper, and she writhed; loud,  voluminous moans and sighs escaping her lips.

I shook her back and forth in the couch; forcing air out of my lungs while my sweat fell down; hitting her huge body, and adding a further sheen to it.

"OH, GOD, OH, GOD! You're stretching me OUT!"




Payback!



She moved harder with my thrusts; trying to keep up with me while her body was destroyed by my tool.

She squeezed my shoulders with a mighty grip; leaning her upper body towards me; lips trembling harder, and whimpers, moans and cries becoming continuous.

I grabbed her back; holding her against my chest; causing her huge tits to squash into me; to rub against my chest.

I grit my teeth together, pounding harder.

"GOD!" She cried; trying her best to keep up with me, with her body.

I kissed her shoulder.

Each thrust I sent into her was unforgiving, and sitting there, fucking her brutally like a dog, I realized I was only moments away from coming.

She buried her face in my neck; gasping and yelling; frantically moving her body.

The smacking of body parts practically echoed in the living room.

"I--I'm coming." I announced.

"W--wa--wait!" She strained.

I squeezed her tightly; holding onto her back rolls in a firm grip, and, thrusting in and out five more times, I came inside her; rapid blasts hit her womb, blasting into her again, again and again, even leaking out of her pussy.

She tightened her grip on me, let out a cry that was muffled by her lips being on my neck, her muscles tightening, and squirted all over the sofa in a creamy mess.

Her face, tits and ass red with a hot sex flush, she raised her head up to gaze into my face, then kissed my neck sweetly.

"You came inside me.." She remarked; giggly laughter lingering in her voice.

"Ride me; Diane. I want to see those big tits and beautiful stomach flap around while you're moaning my name."

"Naughty boy." She giggled.

"Come here, beautiful and get on this cock."

I got on my back, she moved towards me, and she lowered herself down, taking my erect prick and guiding it into her creamy, oozy, cave.

She gasped, but then just hollered, pushing herself down onto me.

"You're so long that it hurts.." She murmured.

She rocked her hips, and then just gyrated on me; her face beaming with a smile, her body taking me in, deeper.

My hands gently rubbed up and down the two fleshy cheeks; my thumb gently inching towards her crack and probing it, only to wander away from it.

She started to ride me; leaning her upper body while she worked her butt, and sucked on my left nipple, making it go erect, while her monstrous belly and boobs hit me.

I pushed her butt up as she rode me, then back down, when she went to back into me; exhaling while I helped accommodate her, although, really, she was skilled and professional enough she didn't even need my help.

"Another thing you're better at." I breathed out; letting my hands leave her behind, and grabbing onto her shoulders. 
My hands were restless; there was too much cushion to grab onto.

She looked into my eyes, but continued suckling on my nipple while she rode me.

The more that her speed slowly increased, the more I realized just how epic the sex would be.

She suckled harder; her mouth slurping lightly on me while she did so. 

Her mouth left my nipple and she ran her lips up and down the trail of my chest; wet trails being left behind while she kissed me all over.

She grew rougher with her riding; bucking herself further, then pushed her big breasts towards me, so that my face was just between the two oversized bags of flesh, in her cleavage.

I kissed her breasts.

"You like that, sweetie?" Her respiratory was already increasing.

I grabbed her stomach, and just held on while she rose humped me with increasing friction, and I found myself moaning again.

I never moaned. It wasn't until we started this affair that I actually met a woman who was capable of making me moan.

She smiled, but was breathing hard when she did.

"Damn. This is the best sex I've ever had...You're....You're so skilled." I huffed.

"I want to please my man." She forced out; huffing and panting while she did so.

She grew more bold with her riding; taking me to even higher levels of pleasure, all the while slapping me with her melons.

"OOH! MMMM! So big..." She mumbled.

Diane soon had escalated to downright rough.

I thought that I was being rough with her before when I was in charge, but she proved she was the stronger and more experienced one.

She was the one who was jerking ME back and forth, and I felt like the whole sofa was just going to give out and collapse from how animal-like she had become; from how she just pounded her butt down on after raising it a few good inches in the air.

I was in heaven, consumed by so much pleasure it was hard to believe I wasn't dreaming.

"Yeah...Yeah..OOH! OOOH!"

By this point, all I could do was try to breathe, and by now, I could barely breathe at all, and I was moaning far more while my body shook under her weight massive weight.

Clop, clop, clop; bap, bap, bap; the sound drove me over the edge.

"D---DIANE!" My volume match the pleasuring I was receiving.

I heard the door open.

Footsteps could be heard, and they grew closer and closer until I heard a loud, horrified, scream.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" The feminine voice was furious.

I turned my gaze to see Kristen, who was dressed up in all black, who's outfit reminded me of a strippers.

Diane looked up at her; moaning loudly and expelling sharply.

"M---MOM? LESLIE? What the hell are you doing? T--that's my fiancé, MOM!"

Diane looked guilty.

"Ex-fiancé, remember? You cheated on me when you had that orgy. Of course...You were cheating on me since we started dating."

Kristen looked outraged, but I could tell by how she looked at me, that she couldn't think up a good, solid comeback to make me feel guilty.

"D---Diane.." I moaned.

Diane's guilt faded from her face, and she averted her eyes away from Kristen; riding me even harder than she already was.

"S---SICK. Fuck you, Leslie, fuck you. I can't believe you'd fuck my mother." 

"At least your mother knows for to properly treat a man, and boy...She's way better than you."

Kristen's face redden further with anger, and as I kissed Diane and she kissed me back, humping away wildly, Kristen's face only boiled further until at last, she burst; screaming unstably.

"I hope you burn in hell, you piece of miserable, monkey shit!"

Kristen was nearly foaming at the mouth, and stomped towards the door, glared at the both of us while we made violent love, and walked out the door, slamming it as hard as she could.

"Mmmmph..." I mourned into Diane's mouth.

I think whatever guilt Diane felt, whatever shame she was experiencing, left, and she just continued to give me the ride of my life.

"Baby, sweetheart," she spoke, pulling her lips away, "come inside me." 

She humped away; moaning, gasping and hollering, shaking me back and forth.

I grunted, but then, just like that, grabbing onto her back, I let out a huge torrent of semen into her; filling her up with blast after blast after blast.

She expelled sharply, and letting out a hoarse gasp, spasmed on me, and exploded.

I gasped for breath; breathing like a swimmer who attempted to hold his breath longer than he should have, pulled her as close as I could, and rested my face on hers; rubbing her back.

"Amazing..." Was all I could say.

She purred against my cheek; the snell of our sex more potent than ever before, on the permanently ruined, sticky sofa.

She just rested on me, and we were so exhausted, we just fell asleep together.

A few months went by...And I received a phone call from Diane early in the morning, around three.

She asked me to come over, and so I did.

"What's going on, honey?" I rubbed my eyes groggily; staring at her half awake.

She grabbed me and trapped me against her frame, and I had even less room than usual, practically being pushed away by her belly.

"I'm pregnant!" She gleefully shouted; increasing her grip on me.

"Pregnant?" I spat out in complete shock.

"Yes." She giggled.

I knew that I was really young, I was only eighteen, but the thought of what she said excited me...And I knew and would probably have plenty of tips to share, since she had Kristen and Jane.

"Th--that.." I was speechless.

"Looks like we'll be having a family...If you want me, that is." Her tone dropped.

"Of course I want you!" I sharply said. "Damn it! I've wanted you for years! Ever since I was a child."

She looked even larger; she probably had put on about twenty pounds, and it was pretty noticeable with how her stomach stuck out more.

"I love you.." She whispered to me.

I nuzzled her.

"I love you...Diane."

"I've been really horny lately. 
I could really go for your cock right now." She trailed her  fingers down towards my crotch; nails scraping the head through my pants.

I went erect instantly.

I took my clothes off, and undressed her, and once she was naked, I stared at her belly which was even more massive than before.

I rubbed her belly, and she sighed softly.

We got in the bed and her face wondered towards my erection; mouth engulfing the head, and sucking commencing.

I sighed in pleasure; reaching my hands behind her head and pulling her a bit closer; only to massage her neck, growing a bit more in her mouth.

She grabbed my shaft with her left hand, and pumped up and down, up and down while bopping her head back she forth.

I played with the bun in her hair; fingers brushing through.

She looked at me; her head still moving back and forth, and them she let my member leave her mouth, licked it up and down frantically in a rush, and moved her mouth to my balls; licking the sac.

She licked and licked, but her mouth returned back to the red treat, and she devoured the head again, sucking on it, only to take more into her mouth.

Her mouth was now reaching over part of my shaft, but was still far from taking it all in.

"Like that?" She glanced at my face; jerking her head back and forth, and rubbing her hand up and down my shaft.

"I--I love it." I ran my hands through her hair.

She sucked harder and rougher; pulling more of my dick into her mouth; massaging the corners of the head with her red lips.

She added more friction to her sucking; sucking harder and faster; her head jerking back and forth while she became noticeably sloppy.

She closed both eyes, and stretched her mouth over more; her mouth not oh completely covering the head, but now taking in some of the shaft.

She sucked, sucked and sucked; her mouth summoning forth precum.

She pulled her mouth away from my dick and them placed her hands near my glands; rubbing up and down, licking the tip and helmet, and then moving her face lower, towards my sac.

Her tongue emerged from her mouth, and she licked my sack; licking and swirling her tongue in place.

I tried to suppress a moan, but failed and showed her my appreciation anyways.

She grinned up at me, and then latched her rung red mouth onto my sac, and sucked and kissed on it, like it was my cock.

It felt so good.

She nibbled lightly on my sack, sucking for a few more moments, treating my balls, and then returned her attention to my cock.

She kissed the head of my member, then kissed it again, and then took me back into her welcoming mouth.

She attempted a deep-throat, and managed to fit the whole thing into her mouth.

She did gag, however, and choke; almost up-chucking, but restrained herself from doing do.

Her mouth and face came all the way down to my balls.

She pushed downward on me; sucking hard, then came back up, sucked on the head, and then came back to my balls again.

I felt my dick starting to throb, and as she sucked as hard as she could, I tried to delay the inevitable.

I finally surrendered and pulled myself out of her mouth; she looked at me while I throbbed and before she could blink, I blasted her face; bursts of come showering her gorgeous face.

She just laughed.

I blushed when I saw how messy I made her, but she took my organ and rubbed the last few drops out right into her face.

My semen had covered her ruby lips, her flushed cheeks nose, and even her left eye.

"Wow, baby," she giggled hard, "I'm all sticky now...But I still want your cock."

I pressed my lips against her forehead, and just left them there for a few minutes, kissing the warm flesh.

When I had pulled my lips away, she got on her back, and I got on top of her; took my erection into my hand, and led the whole it right into her crevice.

She let out a heavy, shaky breath when she felt the whole thing go in, but then her breathing slowed slightly, only to quicken when I sent my first thrust into her hairy snatch.

I pulled out, only to push back in. 

She pulled me closer into her huge belly, and I grabbed onto her sagging stomach with both hands, pushing myself in and out faster.

She trembled, but let her hands wander down my back and grab my butt.

She added pressure; squeezing each cheek with her hands with a look of enjoyment on her face.

"Mmm. Nice ass, honey. You're pretty endowed with that perky thing, aren't you?" Her voice was playful and teasing.

I went red when she squeezed harder, and bit my lip, focusing on thrusting in and out of her wet crevice.

"Ooh.." She let out a cool breath.

"Give it to me hard, sweetie.
I really need your dick. 
I need a pounding."

"Oh," I pushed out a breath, "I'll pound you all right."

"Mm..." Was her only response to the words that I spoke; followed by a lick of her ray lips.

I sent another thrust into her, and she smiled; her lips parting to release a slowed moan.

"Ooh. Harder, handsome.."

I thrust harder and faster at her behest; pushing myself deeper into her cave, digging as deep as I could until I was unable to go any deeper.

"AHH! Yes...Pound that pussy." 

I pulled out, but them sent another thrust into her, this one harder and quicker than the previous.

She let her head hit the pillow, moved her body with my thrusts, and pulled me closer towards her large frame.

I grabbed onto her navel, and just let myself thrust away into her; sweating.

Her tits jiggled and wobbled against her chest; moving about restlessly with each thrust I sent, and flushed, along with her cheeks.

"I---I a--always love when you fuck me like this. I---it really brings me b---back years into the past..." She strained.

I finally gave her my full speed and power; thrusting mercilessly into her tight pussy that held me perfectly and snugly in place.

"AHH! AHH, AHHH!" She screamed.

Her stomach and tits just bounced about; her hands grabbing at the sheets while she moved back and forth in the bed; being jerked in it.

"OH, OH!" She grabbed the sheets tighter; her volume rising.

I increased my grip on her belly, and just pounded in and out of her; watching the intense look of pleasure that was sweeping across her face, the way her ruby red mouth was hanging wide open with constant screams and short breaths escaping it, and the wobbling of her sex-flushed breasts and fat.

"AHH! AHHHH!"
She hollered louder; moving her body as hard and swift as she could.

She pulled me so that I was directly on top of her, so that I was lying on top of her, and once she had me close enough, she locked her arms onto me.

I bucked my hips, clinging onto her with my arms, and soon the both of us were shaking back and forth in the bed that was creaking and wobbly almost as loud as Diane was screaming.

Her lips trembled hard, and it was only mere seconds that she increased her grip on me while I humped the living hell out of her.

I felt the heat building up.

I was only seconds away from coming inside of her.

"UNHH! UNHH! UNNNNHH!" 
She erupted first; hot juices bursting forth from her snatch.

I came seconds behind.

I blew a long torrent into her, and sighed in relief once every single blast had fired into her.

I fucked her longer; savagely destroying her body without mercy while she screamed and screamed; boobs and fat wobbling and hands trying to hold onto the bed while her body was shook

"AAAHHHNNNN!" She bit her lip hard, but she moaned anyways.

"I love this! Oh, FUUUUCKK!"

Once I had came a second time inside her, Diane was gracious enough to offer one last blowjob, and took it up the ass.

We fell asleep naked, coverless, with our bodies the only thing that kept us warm, in our own mess.

Although the sex was amazing, I ended up having to endure constant mood swings from Diane for the remainder of her pregnancy. But the rough love-making sessions and heavy make outs made up for that...Almost.

When it came time to go to the hospital, I called Kristen.

"Kristen! You're just in time."

"What? What happened to my mother?" She sharply demanded.

"Kristen.." Diane spoke softly. "I've had children."

"Yes. Your mother was pregnant. So she gave birth. Kristen, you've a new brother and sister! AND they were twins."

Kristen stared at me blankly as if a part of her had been broken and torn to pieces; just staring depthlessly.

After a few awkward moments of silence, she spoke, and her expression changed as well.

"You fucking piece of shit!
FUCK YOU, you cock-sucking bastard. How dare you. You knock my mother up and get her pregnant with your bastard hell-spawns? Those little shits aren't EVER going to be my siblings."

"Technically," I spoke, trying to contain my own laughter, "they're already your siblings." 

"You shit eating ape!" 
She reached her hand towards me; slapping me across the face.

I heard a gasp.

"YOU RUINED MY LIFE! 
You screwed my mother and got her pregnant with your demon-spawns...Y--you....YOU.."

I stared at her; folding my arms over my chest and rose both eyebrows with a smug smile on my face while I awaited for whatever else she was about to throw at me.

"I hate you! I hate you so much! I don't know why I ever wasted my time with you."

"I don't either." I agreed. "Especially since you were a'humping and sucking every dick that was in sight."

Her head shook; shaking uncontrollably while her lips trembled; curving upwards to reveal gritted teeth.

I kept thinking she was gonna make some kind of move, but instead she just broke out into tears.

"Stop CRYING!" I snapped. "You were having orgies behind my back, and then you threatened me and told me I was a piece of shit just good for a few fucks. You honestly expect me to feel SORRY for YOU?"

She said nothing. 

"At least now you got some brothers and sisters." I winked.

"Go suck a fuck." Was all she said.

I was left dumbfounded by her  insult; never quite hearing that one before, but watched as she left.

I unfolded my arms and returned back to Diane.
She looked at me, then looked over towards the door, and turned her gaze back to me; kissing my lips tenderly.

I had succeeded in my goal. 

Kristen's life had been turned into a living hell.....But in the process, I found a new, better lover who was faithful and loyal a hundred percent.

I wasn't blind to the age difference between me and Diane.

I could tell she was getting older faster than I was....
And before I knew it, she was an old woman.

I never questioned her or brought up her weight, because, to me, she was perfect and beautiful just the way she was.

Just as she neared eighty nine, her husband had been killed, and we were told it was because of his cheating ways, due to him being unable to stay faithful, and we were wed.

I think that was the happiest last few years she had...And she surprised everyone that she lived that long, given her size.

While her daughter had taken a lot away from me, Diane had given plenty more back, more than Kristen ever could.

As for Kristen, I really had ruined her life, and the mental issues she had that I found out about led to her being put in the crazy house....Where she could never leave.



Payback



This is the sequel to "I Warned You." I hope you enjoyed it and didn't take it seriously. 

There is only a mention of sex in this story. I decided to keep it in the category of the first story for consistency.

Please don't take either of these stories seriously. There is no permanent damage done to anyone. Just read and enjoy.

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Payback

For those of you who read about what my wife did to me in the story "I Warned You," I'm here to let you know that I did not go gentle into that good night.

For those of you who did not read that story, I'll give you the short and curly about it. I work too damn hard and too damn many hours on my job. My home life sucks because I'm too damn tired from the job to give my wife the attention I want to give and get too many honey do lists finished.

The stress was getting to me so I decided to treat myself to some happy hour drinks. The problem is I tend to go overboard with everything I do and after a few weeks of drinking, my wife warned me that if I didn't stop I would suffer unknown consequences.

Everything went well for a few weeks until the need for a few drinks came up. Actually I had more than a few drinks and was forced to take a taxi home. I passed out drunk on the couch. When I woke up in need of a monster piss, I discovered my lovely wife super glued my penis northward to my belly! I had no choice but to walk into the shower and let loose with a piss that would put a Russian race horse to shame. Of course my wife was laughing her ass off the whole time.

I had to go to the hospital emergency room to get myself disconnected, as it were. The doctor had little difficulty getting me undone since super glue accidents happen more often than you would think. And believe it or not, I found out that the use of super glue to attached a husband's penis to his belly is not an uncommon event either. 

Giving the medical staff one helluva laugh did make me feel good, but I definitely would've preferred it be for a totally different reason.

On the way home, I remembered my wife telling me a long time ago that she would do exactly what she did if I ever came home drunk.

To repeat Bugs Bunny...This Means WAR! No not really, I always wanted to say that. But I'm definitely not taking this lying down. Come on, I work 13 hour days and I get this shit because I need to stop for a drink! Why the hell isn't my wife helping me with things? Why doesn't she understand I'm fucking stressed out and need some "ME" time? We're supposed to be a team dammit so why isn't she making me feel better?

As I pulled into my drive, a plan started to develop on how my wife was going to understand exactly how it feels to be under appreciated. I was almost smiling when I opened the door, but as I walked in my wife was sitting in the living room with some of her friends laughing their collective fat asses off. 

Before the cackling hens realized I was there, I overheard their continued belittling of my glued manhood. Oh yeah, she's gonna pay.

When they finally noticed me standing there I had already poked myself in the eyes and forced a few tears down my cheeks. Suddenly things weren't so funny any more and they all looked very uncomfortable. My wife especially looked shocked when she seen me standing there.

Step one of my plan accomplished, I turned around and went upstairs to our bedroom. On the way up, I heard the woman start talking about what had just happened. I heard a few of them tell my wife she took things too far and she needed to apologize to me immediately.

Making into our bedroom, I initiated step two of my plan by noisily moving my clothes into the spare bedroom. During one of my trips, I caught my wife and a few of her friends standing at the bottom of the stairs wide eyed in disbelief. Internally I was smiling inside, but outside I looked like someone had just ran over my dog.

I heard the front door open and close a few times as all the visiting hens went back to their homes to do who knows what to their husbands. Maybe a few of them will be nicer since they realized what happens when you push things too far.

Three trips down and I was almost done. Turning around for the fourth trip I found my wife with a worried look on her face. I said nothing as I walked past her. The last thing she heard was me locking the bedroom door.

It was only a few minutes when I heard my wife knock on the door asking me to let her in. Like that was going to happen. More knocking, more asking for me to talk and more of me ignoring her. Soon the requests became louder and more demanding. Thirty minutes later they became more pleading. Eventually they stopped all together. I went to sleep with a smile on my face.

In the morning I was up and out of the house before she woke up. I still had 13 hours of work to contend with with the bitch from hell. But instead of dealing with Satan's sister, I was met by her boss who wanted to talk to me.

Long story short, the bitch was fired and I was offered her job with an seriously nice pay raise. Along with the raise came some time off to recover from the months of busting my ass. I accepted the promotion and time off without hesitation. The best part was the time off started immediately!

God I couldn't wait to go home and tell my wife about our good fortune. 

No, I couldn't do that just yet, could I? I still needed to make her understand she went too far with her stunt.

Today was my wife's day off so I wasn't surprised that her car was still in the drive. What I was surprised about was that when I walked in, I could tell she had been crying. When our eyes met I wondered if she would break down and apologize for what she did. Instead the shock of seeing me standing there brought questions why I was home so early. "What did you do?"

Oh yeah, it's on!

Step three, "I was fired." "What?!"

"The bitch got me fired." "Why? What did you do?"

I couldn't have set it up any better, "Why am I not surprised you would think that I did anything wrong? I'm just nothing but a fucking screw up to you aren't I? Well fuck you!" as I went back to my new bedroom.

She began knocking again calling my name repeatedly. I refused to open the door, but I did yell at her she had better take on more hours so we don't lose the house. Again I went to sleep with a smile on my face.

The next morning I went down for breakfast as my wife was pouring herself a cup of coffee. Initially I said nothing to her, but after she repeated her questions from last night I decided to answer them and continue with step three. Explaining that the bitch set me up for something I didn't do and the higher ups believed her instead of me.

My wife started to realized that I have been under considerable stress for a long time and her use of the super glue was uncalled for. I thought she might apologize to me, but she didn't. I guess I could understand that since she now had to worry about us paying our bills and losing our home.

She went off to work with what seemed like the weight of the world on her shoulders. Good. Time to know how it really feels.

I spent the day doing exactly what I was supposed to do, relax and recover from all those long months.

My wife came home to tell me she was allowed to take on more hours. She looked at me sheepishly when she asked me to help around the house since she was working more hours and would I be unable to do all the work she had normally done.

Man did her eyes go huge when I told her I would be glad to give her as much help as she did me these past months. There was almost recognition of "I'm in trouble" on her face when she realized the possible ramifications.

Her extra hours turned out to be ten hour shifts the first week then bumped up to 12 hour shifts on week two. Boy did she look tired. I gave her no sympathy.

By the third week she started to complain about being tired, not having time to do anything, not having a life and not having any fun. It also brought about step four. I started going at her about our lack of a sex and what was she going to do about it. Oh you bet I got the evil eye on that one.

What did surprise me was that the next night my wife didn't come home at her usual time. I waited for hours and was getting very worried. I was about to go out looking for her when she showed up smelling of alcohol. "Oh let the God's be praised. I got her!"

"Where the hell have you been and why do you smell like you've been drinking?"

She came right back at me about being stressed out and needing to let off a little steam. So when the girls at the office suggested a few drinks after work, she felt she was entitled.

"I see now. It's OK for you to do it but when it comes to me, I get in trouble. I'll remember that." As I turned around and walked away I mentioned it took me months before I needed to stop for a drink and it had only taken her three weeks. "Turn about is fair play. Remember that my dear wife." Her pleas to understand were ignored.

Now during this whole time I still refused to move back into the master bedroom and spoke to her only when needed and then it was mostly grunts. I probably would have stopped all this foolishness if she would at least apologize to me for her lack of understanding and use of super glue. But since she didn't...

There was going to be a big surprised for my wife tomorrow when she came home from work.

The little woman came home around 7 P.M. the next night and walked right up the steps to the master bedroom. It wasn't 2 minutes later I heard the banshee scream. You see, I moved her out of our master bedroom and into the spare, while I moved me back in to the nice soft bed I've had for years. I left a big welcome to your new bedroom banner in the spare bedroom. She was too tired to fight it and went to sleep.

Before I went to sleep I thought I may have heard crying coming from her room.

She was gone before I woke. I knew I was on a precarious edge. If things were pushed too far, I could cause serious damage to my marriage. If not enough, she would not learn from it and our marriage would still be damaged. 

The next night I was surprised when she didn't come home timely. She texted me saying she was going to stop for drinks with her friends but shouldn't be late.

Damn. Oh well. Next step.

I have no idea what time she made it home. I wasn't there. You see it happened to be my wife's birthday and I arranged for a surprise birthday party for her. Too bad she missed it. All of her family and mine had a great time.

Imagine her shock when she finally made it home and seen the decorations hanging from the ceiling and walls. The half eaten birthday cake and unopened presents and cards were waiting for her.

On the table along side the presents and cards I left her a note.

My Dearest wife,

First I want to say "Happy Birthday!" All our families were here to celebrate your making it to the beginning of a new decade. It is one of those milestones that we seldom get to share with everyone being in town at the same time. Too bad you had to go out drinking with your friends. I'm sure you had a wonderful time. 

Of course right about now your cussing me, "Why didn't you tell me?" It wouldn't have been a surprise party then would it? Your text did say you wouldn't be late so I was under the impression the party could be salvaged, but as the night wore on our family had no choice but to go home. They send you their love and birthday wishes.

I on the other hand have been hurt beyond words by your actions. Not only have you belittled me in front of your friends by making fun of me after your stunt with the super glue, but you have yet to apologize to me for the pain and humility thrust upon me by your actions.

Worst of all is your actions of late. They are exactly what you condemned me for not long ago. At least my stopping for a drink did not take away from you or our family.

Again, Happy Birthday! I Love You.

P.S. Don't worry about me. It's not like you have the past few months anyway. Also, I wanted you to know I finished all those honey do list you've complained about. I'll be home soon. I had to go out and think for awhile.

I really do love you.

When my phone starting ringing I figured she read the note I had left for her. I had no intention of answering. Any voicemail would immediately let me know what kind of mood she was in. It would either be her crying and apologizing for the last few weeks or a simply worded middle finger.

I hoped for the former and not the latter.

After listening to her voicemail, I knew what I had to do.

I wasn't that far away so it didn't take me long to make it home. As I walked inside the front door I was body slammed by a blubbering 135 pound wife holding on so tight it was difficult to breath.

Eventually she calmed down enough to speak clearly and apologize. And boy did she apologize. My pants weren't even down past my knees when her mouth found the bulge in my shorts. That was only the beginning. For the rest of the night as we took our make up session to the master bedroom.

We eventually fell asleep but not until she apologized three times in different languages...uh..I mean positions.

When I woke up she was watching me with a look of love and sadness on her face. She had me worried for a second, "Honey, are you OK?"

"No. Not really. I have been such a bitch to you and I'm so afraid you're going to leave me. I can't say I actually blame you after everything I did. I am so sorry for using super glue on your penis. After what I did to you, how can you stand to be around me?"

"I haven't for a long time. You've hurt me, badly. That stunt with the glue wasn't the last straw, you and your friends making fun of me was. I already had plans for payback, but they changed when I walked in on you and the rest of the hens that day."

She had a very worried look on her face, "What...what do you mean?"

"On the way home I decided payback would be to get creative with some of your hair care products that would've left you with a very bright shade of yellow hair. But when I walked through our front door, I knew it was time for my old fall back philosophy. Do you remember what that is?"

Her eyes grew large as recognition of what the last three weeks have been all about. "Yeah, I remember. Why hurt the body when you can cause more pain by fucking with the mind." Her mood began to change from contrite to something that I was afraid would be just short of the devil herself.

"Are you telling me the past three weeks have been some form of sick payback! Just because I fucking super glued your little dick to your fat stomach! You fucking bastard!"

Step five. So much for contrite. I got out of bed, looked down at her and just shook my head and walked out. I guess I failed in making her understand. I was down stairs sipping on a cup of coffee when I heard the shower start. A slight smile came upon my face as I knew my wife would soon experience something new and wonderful. Color.

Sometimes hurting the body has its merits. It wasn't yellow she was going to see. I thought a nice shade of fuchsia would match her cheek bones better. "YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" The banshee screams!

Wait till I tell her about my new job and pay raise.